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It had been a few days since Brad had been confronted by his wife about his homoerotic urges, but not much had changed. Amber was still getting a steady diet of cock outside of their marriage, and Brad was still jerking off several times per day. The only real change was that Brad had started to mix more gay porn into his masturbation routine.

He had just gotten back from a trip to buy groceries and was carrying the bags inside. As he opened the door, he saw his wife sitting on the couch next to her best friend, Krystal. They each had a glass of red wine on the coffee table in front of them.

“Hey. The cocksucker is home!” Krystal said with a laugh.

Brad tried to ignore her and brought the groceries into the kitchen. He put everything away before heading back to the living room.

If there was one woman who rivaled his wife’s sexiness, it was her best friend Krystal. Her hair was long and dark, almost black. She was about 5’3″, 120 pounds, with fake but incredible 32DD tits and an ass to die for. Brad had always been nervous around her, and now was no different as he sat in a chair next to the couch.

“Honey.” Amber said. “Why didn’t you say hello back to Krystal when she called you a cocksucker?”

Brad raised his hand and gave a slight wave. “Hello.” He said, half-sarcastically.

“Did it feel like a weight off your shoulders these past few days?” Krystal asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Finally coming out of the closet.” Krystal said bluntly. “Coming clean to your wife about all of those gay desires you’ve hidden for so long.”

Brad blushed, too shy to answer.

“I’m just glad I was finally vindicated.” Krystal added, taking a sip of her wine.

“That you were!” Amber exclaimed, turning to her husband. “From the moment we got engaged, Krystal tried to get me to back out of marrying you. She was adamant in her belief that you were hiding your homosexuality.”

“I still like girls.” Brad muttered, slightly frustrated at the humiliating discussion.

“Oh I believe that.” Krystal said. “But you’re just not good at pleasuring them. At least according to your own wife. So then the only logical choice is to become a source of pleasure for men.”

Amber took a sip of her wine, sensing her husband’s frustration. “Why don’t you tell him the good news, Krystal?”

“Oh right! So I was talking to my coworker Tyler…”

“Her gay coworker.” Amber clarified with a giggle.

“Yes, my gay coworker.” Krystal added. “I told him that you had just come out to your wife and you were eager to start getting buttfucked.”

Brad could feel himself getting aroused, curious where Krystal’s story would lead.

“I assured him that you would be fully submissive.” Krystal continued. “I gave him your number and he said he’d think about it.”

“What do you say, honey?”

Brad didn’t want to submit, but he knew it was useless to fight. “Thank you, Krystal.”

“You’re welcome. But there’s something else.” Krystal told him, picking up her purse. “Amber and I have been talking about ways to keep your submissiveness top of mind.”

“Oh fuck. What now?” Brad wondered.

Amber giggled seeing how nervous her husband was.

“We picked up some things for you.” Krystal said bluntly, reaching into her purse.

“It’s for your own good, honey.” Amber added. “Please just accept it.”

Krystal pulled out two items: a pair of pink panties and a hot pink, 4″ butt plug.

Brad felt his cock twitch as his face burned bright red. “What the hell?!” He exclaimed.

“From now on, you’ll be wearing panties.” Krystal explained. “A reminder that you are not a real man.”

“We already threw away all of your boxers.” Amber said as she laughed.

Krystal held up the panties and dangled them in front of Brad. “These will be perfect for your beta dick.”

“I don’t know.” Brad said, thoroughly embarrassed. “I think this is going a little too far.”

“Nonsense!” Amber replied, taking a sip of your wine. “I agree with her. I think they’ll be perfect. Take off your pants and try them on.”

“What?!” Brad exclaimed. “In front of Krystal?”

“Oh don’t worry, Brad.” Krystal said. “Amber’s told me about your small penis so many times I feel like I’ve been disappointed by it for years, too.”

Brad felt like it would be impossible to blush any more than he currently was.

“I’ll make you a deal.” Amber told her husband, hiking up her skirt. “If you try them on, I’ll let you smell my pussy.”

Brad looked at the white, cotton material hiding his wife’s vagina. He didn’t want to do such a humiliating thing in front of Krystal, but the promise of smelling Amber’s crotch was something he couldn’t pass up.

With a sigh, Brad kicked off his shoes and stood up. He pulled down his pants and underwear and tossed them aside, taking the pink panties from Krystal.

“Oh my goodness. It’s even smaller than I imagined!” Krystal said, pointing and laughing. “Even your balls are tiny!”

“It gets bigger almanbahis adres when it’s hard.” Brad argued.

“Not much.” Amber quickly replied.

Brad shook his head and started to put the panties on. He got them just past his knees when Amber stopped him.

“Wait!” She said, turning to her friend. “Do you have any lube?”

“Of course I have lube!” Krystal answered. “A girl always has to be prepared.”

Krystal again reached into her purse and retrieved a small bottle of personal lubricant.

“Before you put on the panties, I want you to stick that plug up your ass, honey.” Amber said.

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.” She added. “I’ve never seen Tyler’s cock but I’m betting it’s more than four inches. The plug will help get your virgin hole warmed up. You need to practice opening it up before you take a dick.”

Again, Brad was humiliated but knew arguing would be useless. He took the plug and lube from Krystal, who was still laughing. He squirted some lube on his fingers and reached behind his back, massaging it into his anus. Then he drizzled a line the length of the plug and rubbed it all over the toy. He reached back again, this time directing the plug toward his hole.

“Oh yes!” Krystal shouted. “Shove it up your ass like a little bitch.”

Brad was pleasantly surprised at how easily the toy slid into his rectum. The girls clanked their wine glasses together at Brad’s accomplishment and each took a sip of wine.

“Great.” Amber told him. “Now pull up your panties, dear.”

It took a little maneuvering but Brad got the underwear pulled up and in place.

“A perfect fit!” Amber said.

Krystal started laughing again. “Look at that little bump, Amber. It’s barely bigger than a standard cameltoe.”

“I know.” Amber agreed.

Brad rolled his eyes, accepting the continued humiliation. “Can I please smell your pussy now?”

“In a second.” Amber told him. “I have one more request.”

“I’ve done everything you’ve asked though.”

“And you’ll do this too.” Amber snapped. “As you are inhaling my perfection, I want you to rub yourself. But leave your penis inside the panties. In fact… go ahead and start rubbing yourself now.”

Brad couldn’t believe the request. Both girls were staring at him, waiting for compliance. He moved his hand to the panties, and slowly rubbed his bulge. The girls giggled in amusement.

“He’s actually doing it.” Krystal said. “He’s rubbing himself like a little girl!”

Pleased, Amber parted her legs and pointed to her crotch.

“Are you going to pull your underwear to the side?” Brad asked.

“No, sweetie.” Amber told him. “Getting to smell me through the panties should be sufficient.”

Brad sighed with disappointment, but continued rubbing himself as he knelt in front of his wife. Lowering his head, he placed his nose against her crotch. The cotton fabric was warm and damp. Amber was clearly turned on by his humiliation. Brad inhaled deeply through his nostrils, taking in her beautiful fragrance.

“I love the way you smell. It’s wonderful.” Brad told his wife.

“Well duh.” Amber said playfully. “Everything about me is perfect, darling. Why would my twat be any different?”

Brad continued rubbing his panties as he once more took in the scent of his wife. Despite not even being fully erect, the excitement of the predicament left him with an all too familiar feeling.

“Oh no.” Brad muttered, feeling his warm cum dribble into the soft underwear.

He stopped rubbing and stood up. Krystal immediately burst into laughter.

“Look at that mess!” Krystal shouted. “He creamed his panties like a girl.”

Brad hung his head in shame as his mess caused the material to stick to his upper thigh and soft penis.

“Can I take these off now?” He asked.

“Absolutely not!” Amber responded, pulling her skirt back down. “You need to get used to wearing panties. Even dirty ones. It’s not my fault you prematurely ejaculated in your underwear, is it?”

“No. It’s not.” Brad admitted. As if things couldn’t get worse, Brad heard his phone vibrate. He walked over and checked it, seeing a new text message.

FROM: Unknown

Hey. This is Tyler. Krystal told me you’re in the market to get your ass wrecked. How about I come over tonight?

Brad felt himself become nervous as he saved the number to his contacts.

“Who was it?” Amber asked.

“Tyler.” Brad told her. “He wants to come over tonight. He wants to fuck me.”

Amber’s face lit up. “Yay!! Reply with something nasty and submissive, but let me see it before you send it.”

TO: Tyler

Tonight sounds great! Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I am going to be your personal cumbucket.

Brad showed it to his wife for approval. She confirmed and Brad hit the send button.

“Perfect response.” Amber said. “Very submissive and gay!”

“Umm. Thanks.” Brad replied.

“I’m going to text Kyle and make sure he’s still coming over.” Amber almanbahis adresi added. “It’ll be kind of like we’re on a double date.”

“Husband and wife. Sucking cock together.” Krystal said. “How sweet.”

***

An hour later, Brad was still wearing just the butt plug and the panties he had ejaculated in. Amber entered the living room, also in her same attire, and set her phone down in an exasperated manner.

“Unfortunately Kyle is running late.” She said. “I was really hoping he’d get to watch you take a cock in your ass.”

Before Brad could offer a response, the doorbell rang.

“That must be Tyler!” Amber exclaimed. “Go answer the door.”

Brad answered the door, opening it. There stood Tyler, six feet tall and very fit. Brad blushed, and Tyler chuckled as he noticed Brad wearing nothing but the skimpy panties. Brad led Tyler to the couch.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Brad asked.

“I’ll take a beer if you have one.”

Brad went to the kitchen to fetch a beer for his guest. He had butterflies in his stomach as he retrieved the beverage from the fridge and twisted the top off.

“Am I really about to get fucked by a guy?” Brad wondered, knowing that all signs were pointing to ‘yes’.

As Brad returned to the living room, he was shocked to see that Tyler had unzipped his pants and had his flaccid penis out on display. Even soft, Brad could tell that it was a beautiful specimen. He handed Tyler the beer.

“So my name is Brad. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“That’s nice.” Tyler said, taking a gulp of beer. “How about you get to it?”

“Excuse me?” Brad asked.

“I didn’t come over here to chat or get to know you.” Tyler explained. “There are better things your mouth can be doing.”

Brad looked at Amber, who had a big smile on her face.

“Get to it, honey!” She said. “Show him how much you love to suck a cock.”

Brad, fully aware of his place, offered no resistance, kneeling down in front of Tyler and the penis he was being offered. Leaning forward, Brad put his mouth on Tyler’s manhood. Since it was still soft, Brad easily fit the meat in his mouth, using his tongue to apply a few licks to Tyler’s hefty balls.

“Do you mind if I masturbate?” Amber asked. “It gets me wet watching my husband suck dick.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Tyler replied, gulping down another mouthful of beer.

Amber stood up and unzipped her skirt, sliding it down her legs. She then sat back down and began rubbing herself through her underwear as she watched her husband slurping on Tyler’s penis.

At this point, Tyler was fully erect, his cock reaching about 7.5 thick inches. Brad was bobbing up and down, wanting to make sure his guest was satisfied. Tyler’s moans let Brad know that his oral service was being appreciated.

“Hell yeah, baby.” Amber encouraged, still rubbing her crotch. “Suck that dick like the little cocksucker you really are!”

Tyler’s swollen penis being in his mouth had Brad becoming aroused in his panties. He tried to ignore it so he could focus on the task at hand.

“You’re pretty good at giving head.” Tyler said, taking another swig of his beer.

The compliment only fueled Brad’s desire to do a good job. He continued sucking the stiff prick as his wife watched.

Tyler finished the last of his beer and set the bottle down on the stand beside the couch.

“I think it’s time for me to take your virgin ass now.” Tyler announced.

Brad’s heart fluttered at the realization that it was now time for the main event. He slid his mouth off of Tyler’s throbbing erection and got on his feet.

“Okay.” Brad said. “Just please go easy. It’s my first time.”

“I’ll do whatever I damn well please.” Tyler informed him. “Now take off those panties and bend over in front of your wife.”

“Yes, sir.”

Brad lowered the soiled underwear and stepped out of them. He looked at Amber, whose hand was now inside of her underwear, masturbating her cunt.

“I love you.” Brad told her.

“Bend over like he told you.” Was her only reply.

Brad walked to the side of the couch and bent over. Amber had a clear view of his bare ass and would therefore have a great angle to watch him get fucked.

Tyler made his way behind Brad, and noticed the plug currently occupying his rectum.

“You won’t be needing that.” Tyler said.

He reached between Brad’s cheeks and removed the toy, tossing it across the room. Tyler held the tip of his cock against Brad’s anus.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Brad thought.

With one solid thrust, Tyler inserted his entire penis into Brad’s virgin hole.

“Ow!” Brad cried at the sensation of his anus suddenly going from empty to full. He was met with a hard smack on his rear from Tyler’s firm hand.

“Calm down. You can take it.” Tyler said. “I’m going to make you take it. All of it.”

“Oh wow!” Amber exclaimed. “He just shoved his entire cock up your butt, sweetie. That’s so fucking almanbahis adresi cool!”

Brad bit his lower lip as Tyler began thrusting in and out of his rectum.

Amber was really working over her pussy now, mesmerized by the sight of her husband being dominated and reduced to a simple piece of fuckmeat.

“Thank you for being so submissive, honey.” Amber said. “Seeing you getting fucked like a worthless little bitch makes me so happy. And horny.”

The initial pain was subsiding and Brad was starting to enjoy the feeling of Tyler’s penis being inside of him. Tyler wasn’t concerned with Brad’s feelings either way as he relentlessly pounded away between his cheeks.

Brad looked back over his shoulder at his wife. Amber’s hand was moving vigorously inside her panties and her eyes were rolled back in her head. She was obviously about to orgasm to the sight of him being manhandled. He looked back in front of him and focused on taking the ass pounding.

Tyler spanked Brad’s bare ass again as the fucking continued. Brad’s own cock was hard and swaying back and force in rhythm with the anal sex he was receiving.

Tyler grabbed ahold of Brad’s hips and began to fuck him even harder and faster. Brad could hear Tyler’s breathing getting heavier.

“Is he about to cum in my ass?!” Brad thought. It was a thought that made him nervous but also excited him.

Brad closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Tyler’s cock ramming into him. And then he felt it… a large gush of semen squirting inside his asshole.

Brad couldn’t believe it. He felt a sense of pride knowing that his rear had been responsible for giving a man an orgasm. He was so caught up with feeling more spurts filling him that he hardly noticed his own cock twitching, flinging cum all over the couch and cushions.

Tyler made sure his balls were thoroughly drained before sliding his cock out of Brad’s ass. Amber was impressed at how loose and red her husband’s hole was.

“He really stretched you out, honey!” She said. “You look great with your asshole blown out like that.”

Brad stood back up, clenching his anus in an attempt to hold the semen in a bit longer. Tyler simply pulled up his pants and headed to the door.

“Wait!” Brad yelled.

Tyler stopped and turned around.

“Do you maybe wanna…” Brad started. “…hang out sometime?”

“Not really.” Tyler answered bluntly. “I’ll let you know if I need a warm hole to bust a load.”

“Oh. Okay.” Brad said, somewhat dejected. “Well can I think about you when I masturbate?”

“I’d really prefer that you didn’t.” Tyler replied. “Ultimately I can’t control your thoughts. But no, I don’t want you to jerk off to me. This isn’t any sort of relationship. This was me making use of you in order to get my rocks off. That’s all.”

“I understand.” Brad muttered. “Well… thanks for fucking me, I guess?”

Tyler smiled, and then turned around and left without another word, the front door shutting behind him.

Brad turned and walked back to the couch, picking up his panties. He was no longer focused on clenching his ass muscles, and Tyler’s semen had started leaking out.

Amber stood up and took her husband by the hand.

“That was amazing.” She said. “Especially the way he treated you. Just using you and leaving like that.”

“It was a little bit rude.”

“Oh honey. I know you aren’t used to it but that’s just how an alpha male is sometimes.” Amber explained. “I thought you were going to cry when he turned you down. That would’ve been so sexy. Do you want to cry now?”

“I’m not going to cry.”

“Well that’s too bad.” Amber said. “I probably could’ve had another orgasm watching you cry from a man turning you down for a date.”

Brad could feel more of Tyler’s spunk oozing slowly out of his anus. Amber smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Even though he turned you down, it was still a big day.” She told him.

“I did manage to take a dick in my ass. That was nice.”

“Right in the ass. It’s official now.” Amber added with another big smile. “You’re officially a faggot, sweetie.”

Hearing his wife use that word shocked him, but it also sounded strangely erotic. And knowing that she had gotten off while watching him be buttfucked did fill Brad with a sense of pride. At least something he did had given her an orgasm.

“I love you.” Brad told her.

“I know.” She replied. “And I love that you’re officially gay now. Trust me… there will be plenty of penis going in both ends moving forward. I promise you that.”

***

Kyle arrived shortly after Tyler left. Amber happily described every detail of how Brad had been used as a fucksleeve, earning him a high-five from Kyle.

Brad asked if he could watch Amber have sex with Kyle, but Amber gleefully told him not tonight.

She did do her husband one favor, though. Since Tyler had told Brad not to masturbate to him, Amber did talk Kyle into letting Brad take a picture of his penis on his phone.

After obtaining the picture of Kyle’s superior cock, Amber sent Brad to bed in the guest room.

Brad masturbated three more times while staring at the picture of Kyle’s dick before drifting off to sleep, his anus still sticky and wet from Tyler’s semen.

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The two parts to this story do, just about, stand on their own. However, they are intended to provide a back story to an episode written earlier, ‘Cocksucker’.

Possibly, you will get the most out of this tale if you read that story first.

*****

Candy was nervous. She didn’t really understand why – she was only meeting her brother.

Mind you, she hadn’t seen him for over two years, and although they had spoken on the phone it had been difficult to talk about anything in depth. Especially after the way they had parted.

She checked her appearance in the mirror once more. She had dressed in a more feminine way than usual, and certainly differently than she did for work. Her summer dress fitted her figure perfectly, and the light and flimsy material accentuated the curves of her body.

Quite why this was important, Candy wasn’t exactly admitting to herself. There was a lot that she hadn’t been open about recently.

She had wanted to meet him at the airport but he had insisted on coming to her flat himself. He had always had an independent streak and his back-packing and travelling adventures seemed to have made it stronger.

He had also always been a stickler for punctuality though, so she wasn’t surprised when the doorbell rang at exactly 7.30 pm – just at the time he said he would arrive.

Candy opened the door. She couldn’t help but look him up and down – immediately she realised that when they had said goodbye he was still a boy – he had returned very much a man. She noticed that he was appraising her as she was looking at him. ‘Candy’, he said, and smiled. ‘You look gorgeous!.’

His smile was infectious. She managed not to say, ‘So do you’ but the thought lingered in her mind. She was pleased with hid comment and smiled right back. ‘Hello’, she said. ‘Hello, Frances’.

Everyone else called him Frank but she was the only one, including their parents, who still called him by the name he was Christened with.

They hugged. It was the first time she had touched his body for two years and he was bigger than she remembered. There was a muscular hardness about him that she guessed must have come from his travels.

‘My God, look at you’ she said. He was tanned. He was good looking – well he had always been good looking, but now he seemed to have the confidence to go with it. He was not the same little brother who had left to go on his travels – he was more her equal than he had been before. That was both interesting and a little worrying to her.

In an attempt to reassert her control of him, and the situation, she insisted that he dump his bag as quickly as possible and that they go for a drink in a nearby bar. Frances seemed happy with her suggestion.

Several drinks later and despite the loud music they had got all the small talk out of the way. He had made her laugh at his tales, and wonder at some of the sights he had seen. Candy had to admit that he was more mature, a more rounded man – and a damned attractive one at that.

She watched him now as he weaved to the front of the bar, chatting to one person, charming another. On the way back he was waylaid by one of the regulars and began dancing with her. He moved well, with an easy grace and sexual confidence.

Two years ago she had very definitely been his older sister, more experienced, more the one in charge. Now she wasn’t so sure. The travelling that Frances had done seemed to have given him a new assurance and certainty in his manner. He was charming, more urbane, and his body movement definitely had the air of a predator about it.

Candy found, to her shock, that she was a little jealous that others were taking an interest in him, and that he could show such easy interest in them. She didn’t have to look far for the reason though, and cast her mind back to the events just before Frances had started his trip.

*****************

Back then, Candy had just started working as a secretary and Frances had just completed his exams and was awaiting his results before departing on his trip. This meant that he was hanging around their home all day with not a lot to do, while Candy was up early getting into her working day.

Even then Frances was a good-looking boy, but he remained largely unaware of his effect on the opposite sex. To Candy, he had until that summer been nothing more than her innocent kid brother.

That all changed when she started work. She had always been a late riser – it had been Frances who was in the habit of getting up early. The change in her routine meant that they were bumping into each other in the mornings much more often, particularly around the bathroom, which separated their two bedrooms, and the pool at the back of their parents house; they both had a love of swimming, and brother and sister had got into the habit of sharing a morning dip.

On one of these mornings Candy discovered that there was something else that Frances liked to do in the morning as well.

The pool had a changing area and a shower so that you could rinse almanbahis adres off after a swim; nothing too grand just big enough to ensure that water from the pool wasn’t walked all over the house after someone had been swimming. As a result of their new routine Candy and Frances had an unspoken arrangement that she would use their shared bathroom first, as she had to get to work – her brother would swim for a little longer after she had gone.

It was a gloriously sunny day and Candy had returned to their bathroom to find that the only towels were the ones that they had used at the pool – so she went back in through the rear entrance, where the towels were kept, expecting to see Frances doing some laps.

Instead, she found him under the pool shower, rinsing himself off. He was completely naked. It was the first time that the sister had seen the brother that way in years.

Candy nearly spoke, but there was something about the scene in front of her that made her voice catch in her throat.

The sun was shining in through the glass doors that opened out on to the garden. Frances was illuminated by the bright light, which outlined his body with a warm glow. The water from the shower made it seem as if his skin was glistening.

For Candy, it was as if she was seeing him for the first time. He really had a good body – a taut, lean, musculature enhanced by the swimming that he had been doing. With sun and water playing over his skin, she suddenly became aware of her brother in a completely new, and forbidden, way.

Candy found herself paralysed by a sudden stab of lust for the young man. Her guts churned with a sick forbidden sensation. She should have turned away, returned to her room, left him alone.

Instead, Candy couldn’t help but wonder what else she might see and, instead of leaving, slipped into the shadow where she was hidden, but where she still had a good view of her suddenly sexy brother.

It was hot watching him – and not because of the sun. She knew she was breaking some dark taboo; she was thinking of him, for the first time, sexually, but she convinced herself that if she just looked, it couldn’t hurt, could it?

Her breath may had been taken away by the sight of him; at the same time, her blood had begun to pound around her body and an unfamiliar excited feeling, fluttered in her stomach.

She pressed herself back into the shadows, praying that he had not heard her. Yet she could not leave yet.

Frances slowly turned under the water, allowing rivulets to fall from his head to his body. Up until now Candy had been looking at his muscled back and the firm cheeks of his backside. His legs looked strong.

As he turned her eyes were drawn to his flat stomach and then, with haste, to his crotch.

She put her hand to her mouth to silence herself. She hadn’t been prepared for the sight of his naked cock and balls. His cock looked long and dangerous, as if it was beginning to get hard. His balls looked full. In her experience the whole package looked rather beautiful.

‘Oh God’, she thought. ‘My brother really – is – hot’.

Under the water, lost in the beat of the power shower, and the sensual caress of the sun, Frances began to stroke his skin, and before long his hands had travelled to his stiffening length of flesh between his legs.

Candy realised that this must be his morning habit – a leisurely masturbatory session under the shower when he thought he was alone.

Frances stroked himself slowly and firmly, then changed the rhythm. Her brother gently caressed more length and girth out of the moment, teasing his cockhead, teasing himself. Unwittingly, he was teasing his sister Candy as well.

She could not believe how beautiful it was to watch him playing with his own hard-on. As he turned under the water and began to pump himself in earnest, she felt warmth and moistness between her own legs – his arousal feeding her own.

His dick was gorgeous; big and straight; easily the best she had seen, and the way that he used it, the way that he used his hands on it, were enough to make her pussy lips moisten and swell.

‘Christ’, she thought, ‘This is just…..Oh God…..I have to get out of here.’

It was getting too confusing; too dangerous; Candy had to leave; she had to get to work, she had to leave him.

Mostly though, she had to escape from the feelings that were engulfing her.

She grabbed a towel, and left him, as quietly as she could. A last backward glance revealed his one hand vigorously stroking his length, the other tweaking and teasing his own nipple. She realised he was watching himself in one of the mirrors.

Back upstairs in her own shower, as she prepared for work, she could not help but re-live the images in her mind once more. Quickly, because time was short, she let her fingers and her own mind run free.

It was the thought of watching her brother again, of watching Frances come, of being there with him, which brought horny little whimpers from her mouth.

Her almanbahis adresi fingers worked her pussy, as she wondered whether even now he might be jetting his brotherly spunk from that glorious cock, it was enough to take her, his lust filled, voyeuristic sister, over the edge.

As a result she really was late for work and when she got there, she couldn’t concentrate; Candy couldn’t free herself from what she had seen and felt, and although she almost could not bear the thought, she knew that she would try and watch him tomorrow, and again the next day.

The mere thought was enough to bring a flush to her cheeks, and force her to clamp her thighs together, in anticipation.

*****************

Back in the bar, in the real world, Candy found that these memories were making her clamp her thighs together once more. It had been two years, and yet her sexual fascination with her brother still had the power to overwhelm her.

He was talking now to Debbie, one of the other secretaries, and one of her friends, from her own company. The bar was near to both her home and her work. Every now and then he would look across to her. There was something about the way that he looked at her that made her sure that the conversation concerned her.

Debbie was a good-looking girl – different from Candy – shorter and more buxom, with dark, gothic looks. For a moment Candy had a jealous pang at the thought of Frances and Debbie together. She wondered just what it was they were discussing.

It couldn’t be her biggest secret though. She had told no-one, and she and Frances had never discussed it together. It was a secret burned into her very being. Still she had been unprepared for the way that his reappearance had brought the memories back to life.

As she watched them her gaze lost focus and once again her mind filled with pictures from the past.

*****************

After that day in the pool, Candy made a habit of sneaking back, whenever she could, to watch her brother’s after swim activity. She was never sure if Frances ever knew of the changed rhythm that had now entered their life, but took every precaution to prevent him becoming aware of his sister’s presence.

Sometimes there was nothing to see, but often she was rewarded with the sight of his nakedness, of his hand on his stiff cock, and, most thrillingly of all, the sounds he made as he became more and more involved in his own pleasure.

Once, with a jolt, she could have sworn that she heard him mutter her name.

The shocking thought that it was her, and her body, that had driven him to this had not occurred to her before; now that it had, a new darker element entered her fevered imaginings.

She had become addicted to the hollow, naughty feeling in the pit of her stomach, and closely associated it with the arousal that inevitably followed.

She could never bring herself to stay to watch him come though. That was just too dangerous. It was a matter of self-control. She was sure that she would lose it if she saw him orgasm; although she often imagined just how it would flow from his swollen cockhead.

The thought of it, the imagining of it, filled her mind, and fuelled her desire.

During their swimming sessions she took to wearing skimpier costumes – bikinis that were not really designed for swimming. She was not sure why – only that perhaps it would get a reaction. Deep down she knew that she was teasing him, wanting more from their forbidden liaison.

Candy started bending to pick up her towel and goggles more provocatively than before. She would sit so that her breasts were more invitingly displayed. Occasionally, she would slowly part her legs in his full view. Each action gave her an illicit thrill.

She liked to give him the best possible view of her body; and she could see him watching. His eyes would flick at her, drinking her in, then though, her brother would turn away and swim again.

Apart from these stolen glances Frances showed an iron will and appeared otherwise unmoved while his sister was there; but she believed he was clearly thinking differently when he thought he was on his own.

Candy never tired of these secret pleasures. Teasing him, then watching him became the necessary prelude to her masturbatory sessions in the shower afterwards, which had taken on an intense fervour.

Each time, part of her tried not to think of her brother’s body, of his aroused cock, and each time she failed. Every failure meant that it was the thought of that body, that hardness, the bigness of his erection, which made her come. She knew it was wrong, but it was too tempting to resist.

Summer slipped by; Candy’s fingers slipped often, far too often, into her own pussy, and she made jokes to herself about the amount of body fluid she and her brother were washing away, each under their separate showers.

It was with a certain panicked realisation that she remembered one day that Frances would soon be going away, and that their new morning ritual would almanbahis adres come to an end. In a way she was glad – her obsession with him was, she knew, bordering on the unhealthy.

However, the feelings that she had, meant that she could not just leave things at that, and yet, she tormented herself with the thought of what she could actually do?

The week before Frances was due to leave became one of almost exquisite torture to her. Finally she resolved that she must take some sort of action.

The morning swim that day was poignant for both of them. For different reasons they had come to enjoy this new element in their relationship, and they were both aware that it would soon come to an end.

This morning, Candy’s costume was a two-piece that left little to the imagination, tied at the sides with bows. It was tight and suited her body – the swimming had brought her to a new level of fitness too – and the cleavage it created would, she believed, tempt most men.

They had swum as usual, and had some horseplay as well, splashing each other and diving just a little too close as the other came past, but Candy was resolved that to start with, at least, the swim should be as normal as possible.

Consequently, she left, as usual, if she was going to get ready for work. She gave Frances enough time to be sure that she was gone, and then once more, heart beating, slipped back into the pool room.

Her brother had just slipped off his trunks, ready for his shower. She could tell that his cock was a little pumped, ready for his magical hands.

She hid for a moment – the secret pleasure of watching him too much to resist. Now was the moment though, so, taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the shadow and into the sunlight of the room.

At first he didn’t hear her. When he turned, and faced her, and saw her, Frances moved to cover himself.

Candy put a finger to her lips. She held his eyes with her gaze. ‘Never hide yourself from me, Frances’, she said. ‘You are beautiful. Your cock is beautiful.’

Frances stood in front of her, naked, his eyes travelled over her body.

No stolen glances this time, but lingering interest. His eyes filled with what she recognised as open desire.

She had on only her bikini. Standing only a yard from him, fingers nervous, she pulled at the bows holding her costume together and the two pieces fell to the floor.

Now she was as naked as he was.

In the sudden stillness, her nipples began to tighten, and swell. Her lips parted, breath became harder to take.

Her voice was choked, but she was able to get out the words that she had rehearsed in her head. ‘I wanted to give you something more to remember me by, before you go’.

Candy stepped forward, aware of his eyes raking up and down her naked body. She was aware also of her nipples, stiffening still, the familiar churning sex feeling in her stomach and the warm ache between her lags. She had thought often about this moment. Now it was here, it was sweet.

She put her hands on her brother’s chest, looking him in the eye all the time. Of course she had touched him before, but this was different. Her touch was softer, more intimate. Her fingers lingered on his flesh.

Her lips parted again. She licked her lips. Candy trailed one hand down to his flat stomach, and finally, down to his warm cock.

‘Don’t worry’, she said, smiling up at him. ‘I’ve been watching you. I know how you like it’. To prove the point she teased his cockhead, her fingers moving just as she had seen his do.

His cock was swelling, growing, filling with blood. It was heavier than she had thought it would be, and she was pleased as she felt it stiffening under her touch.

She broke their gaze first, and knelt in front of him. When she was on her knees she flicked out her tongue, licking the head.

He sighed.

Then she gently placed the whole of her brother’s cock inside her willing, wet, mouth. A shiver of desire rippled through both their bodies as he gasped at her moist touch. She knew then that this was a first for him.

‘Candy’ he protested. ‘You’re my sis…,’ but her teasing tongue silenced him.

Candy felt him growing bigger inside her mouth. God, that was a sexy feeling. Knowing that it was her lips, her tongue and her body, having this electric effect.

His hard erection was filling her mouth, she could feel his skin stretching, tightening, as his cock grew, inside her. She realised it was terribly exciting to know your power over a man.

As he became too big to hold in her mouth she began to bob her head gently up and down, flicking him with her tongue, tasting his skin. She engulfed him with her willing mouth, grazed him gently with her teeth.

Frances moaned. He moaned her name. In response, her fingernailss scraped his backside. She wanted to mark him.

Close up, his full cock really was everything that she had imagined. The feel of his tightened skin on her tongue, his warmth and his strength, was exquisite in her mouth.

When he moaned again she felt sure that she could feel the sound vibrating through his manhood onto her own parted lips. She couldn’t stop herself beginning to touch her own body with her free hand. First her breasts, then her nipples, squeezing them and teasing them.

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Summary: Coed gets revenge on cheating boyfriend in a surprising way.

Thanks to the real SABRINA who requested this story.

Note 1: This is a Halloween 2016 Contest Story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Dave, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

My Ex-Boyfriend’s Hot Mom

When people first see me, no one makes eye contact… guys or girls… young or old.

The first thing they look at… usually unable to stop staring at is my tits… which come from a long line of big tits (my mother, my grandmother, my great-grandmother all are skinny (I’m 126 pounds and 5’4″) and huge breasted (I’m a 38DD))… part of my Latina heritage.

Now although I have a great body with a small waist and a tight ass (I run every morning, and I tan every chance I get), I have a tough time holding onto a man.

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m an extreme introvert. When I mention this characteristic, very few people believe it about me, since I work as a bartender and can flirt like a minx. Yet that is a façade… a persona I create to get great tips to pay my way through college. Truth is, I hate fake conversation and I’d rather go home and read a good book than flirt with guys, get drunk or get hit on.

Maybe it’s because I’m not your stereotypical Latina. Truth is, I am quite shy (I was the only Latina in my elementary and middle school and found it easier to fade into the background than to try and fit in with the whites), insecure (people fall for my body, not my mind or personality… thus although I know my body is amazing, I still have an inferiority complex about who I am)… I wish people… including myself… could see me as smart, witty, pretty, athletic, Latina and beautiful.

I hide these insecurities by flaunting my body and being pretty sexually wild. I’ve often had oral sex in public (in taxis, at the beach, in washrooms, sometimes I even get eaten out while working behind the bar). I encourage guys to come on my face and tits. I actively enjoy being coated in cum; one of my wildest unachieved fantasies is being the centerpiece of a bukkake. I take it in the ass (only done this a few times, but my inner submissiveness makes me willing to do the things the ‘good girls’ don’t do). I often think I can find love through sex… but in the end sex is just that…sex. Of course once the sex is done I go into a period of self-loathing, which I try to break out of through more sex as I repeat the same cycle over and over again.

Anyway, this story is not about my race… or my big tits… or my inferiority complex… no, it’s about how I tried to get revenge on my asshole of a boyfriend and ended up doing it in an epically perfect way… and discovered I didn’t have to stay locked in as a submissive for guys… but I could play with girls in an egalitarian way and have lots of fun doing so. Oops, did I just give away the ending? Maybe so, but we’re not there yet. I’ve got some hell to slog through first.

…..

I caught my boyfriend cheating on me at a party when I got off work early and went over there to surprise him. But no, it was me who got the surprise.

I couldn’t find him anywhere, and he wasn’t answering his cell, which wasn’t anything new.

I was getting worried and annoyed, when I walked outside and saw him sitting on the ledge of a hot tub getting a blow job from some skinny white bitch with tiny tits.

Most Latinas would have walked over to the hot tub, yanked the white skank off their man’s cock, bitch slapped her to kingdom come and then berated her man for the next 24 hours.

But that isn’t me.

No, I stared for an eternity, paralyzed by the insecurity coursing through me.

It wasn’t ‘what a fucking asshole’… okay, yes, it was what a fucking asshole too, but my main thought was why wasn’t I good enough for him?

I sucked his cock almost every day.

I swallowed.

I took facials.

I’d had cum spewed between my tits and then been made to go to class or work with his cum dried between my excessive money-makers.

I took it in the ass for him.

I let him spank me until my ass cheeks burned cherry red.

I allowed him to tie me up spread eagled on the bed while he finger fucked me, or played PlayStation or face fucked me… oddly the helpless feeling only enhanced my orgasms… misery apparently loving cum-pany.

I sucked him in a variety of risqué locations: in a drive-thru, in the back of a taxi, in a movie theatre, in the kitchen while his mom was in the living room, and under the table at a four star restaurant.

I rode him in the car with four others in it; I had let him fuck me in a crowded subway car; I had fucked him while talking on the phone with my mother; I had been double penetrated by him in my pussy and a vibrator in my ass while he watched sports highlights.

He also loved to roleplay. I played so many slutty versions of professions.

I played slutty superheroes and comic book characters.

I dressed up as animals… a dog, a frog (yep) and his favourite… a kitty… almanbahis adres a super, slutty kitty meowing constantly because she was in heat.

I also played dozens of different slutty professionals: slutty cowgirl, slutty professor, slutty cop, slutty hooters girl (which surprisingly I didn’t get hired for in real life!!!) and, of course slutty nurse… just to name a few.

He liked Disney princesses too, which I thought was odd, but his favourite was slutty schoolgirl where he played a teacher (he was going to school to become one like his mom) and I played his failing student trying to earn an A.

Besides all the slutty roleplay, he kept pushing me further into humiliation and submission including:

I had to walk down the beach with a load of cum all over my face. The humiliation somehow turned me on.

He had me go to a wedding with a vibrating egg inside my cunt… which he turned on during the vows… which made me moan out load, drawing a surprised look from the bride just before she said, “I do.”

I went to work with a butt plug lodged up my ass for eight hours.

I sucked his cock while his friend watched. He then came on my face and made me give his buddy a hand job.

I even got fisted while I was skyping with my nana… actually coming in front of her… thankfully she didn’t catch on. I have no idea how.

In retrospect… he was a complete asshole.

Of course I had known this all along.

Yet I kept coming back for more.

I craved the humiliation.

I craved the obedience.

I craved the submission.

And of course from our long textured history, the asshole knew all this, so when he looked around and saw me he made matters worse.

He didn’t stop her.

He didn’t apologize.

He showed no signs of guilt or remorse.

He smiled.

He acted casual.

He asked, “Do you want to come over here and join Megan?”

I couldn’t believe his audacity.

Yet his constantly growing control over me sexually and the increasingly greater power I had always given him should have made it no surprise. A threesome with another girl was the obvious next step. I had become his slut and he was treating me as such.

But for me this was the final straw. He had broken my cameltoe, so to speak.

I turned and walked away, hearing him calling to me, “Honey, I thought you would want to do this.”

Tears streamed down my face as the last six months of my life crashed and burned. This had been the longest relationship in my life, we had even dated back in high school, and any fond memories I had retained were in ashes.

He didn’t love me. Never had.

He had only used me.

And I had allowed it to happen.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

That night ended with ice cream, vodka and crying on my sweet roommate’s shoulder. Karen had never liked my boyfriend and had often suggested that maybe I should switch to her team since all guys were assholes and only a woman really knew how to please another woman. She demonstrated this fact on many rotating coeds (she had brought home at least 50 girls this semester alone) and older women (she brought home a MILF every week too: from teachers, to married women, to even a nun (yes an actual nun, initially wearing an actual black habit, who amazingly had bragged, “once you eat black, you’ll never go back” even though her naked skin was alabaster white). Karen’s rationale was that she needed to share the wealth, a sexual wealth that she demonstrated having in abundance. Before long, every single one of these girls and women was screaming in euphoria.

The next night, Karen refused to allow me to drown in my own tears and self-pity party. Instead, she dragged me out to a nightclub that she frequented a lot… a place where she often hunted down someone to take home and dine on (she loved eating pussy… it was her favourite food group I think).

I protested, I complained, I whined, I played the victim, but she would have none of it. She really was a good friend, and in the end I relented. I always relented, whether to my asshole of a now ex-boyfriend, my parents, or my roommate.

She also insisted I dress like a slut and get some rebound sex… if not from her tongue or one of half a dozen strap-ons… then from some random big cocked stud.

So I did.

Dressing sexy did cheer me up and I had a good time at the bar… getting hit on by a lot of guys and a couple of girls… but I didn’t want sex. I just wanted to live my Cindy Lauper philosophy of just having fun and then going home and ‘She Bopping’.

One more crazy thing about me… I had never come from sex… ever. I always had to finish myself off. This was something Karen had often promised she could fix in ten minutes if I gave her the chance… an offer that was getting more and more tempting.

But I’d resisted the temptation so far….

Instead, I used my favourite rabbit vibrator. I often did this after I got home from getting laid… since my ex-asshole never got me off.

I began to wonder… almanbahis adresi is it me?

Why would he cheat on me?

Why would he assume I would do a threesome with him?

Why couldn’t I come from sex?

What was wrong with me?

I went into a month of pitiful self-loathing, where I tried to find refuge by chatting and skyping with strangers online. My self-esteem had reached rock bottom and I was trying to avoid admitting the fact by flaunting my assets and talking like a cheap slut to strangers.

The cleavage displayed in the profile picture I put on the website meant I had hundreds of invites to chat; men are shallow and my tits were the bait.

But then this began to bore me… I still was only getting off with my toys, and online play was no fun after I came and returned to my baseline of self-loathing.

I wanted not only to be seen as a sexy siren, but also to be valued for my brains, my sensuality and my personality.

Online only achieved one of those….

Then fate intervened.

A fate that changed everything….

But at the time I simply thought it would be great to show my asshole of an ex that I had moved on… even though I hadn’t.

By chance I bumped into Mrs. Walker, his mom, at the grocery store. She had also been my high school English teacher a couple years earlier. It’s a strange but true coincidence that I ended up dating my favourite English teacher’s son.

She greeted me warmly, “Hi, Sabrina,” and pulled me in for a hug.

“Hi, Mrs. Walker,” I greeted, having always thought she was a great person.

Letting go after an embrace lasting more than several seconds, she always gave long hugs, she sympathised, “Sorry about you and Jake.”

I shrugged, trying to be strong, “Yeah, well college relationships often don’t last.”

“I suppose,” she nodded, looking remorseful. “But I thought you two might be the ones who did.”

Deciding I wanted to make it clear he was to blame for our end, I revealed, “Well, he made the choice to end it.”

“He did?” she asked, clearly surprised.

“What did he tell you?” I asked, my anger already bubbling at the thought he pinned the break up on me.

“Just that you ended it,” she answered. “I tried to find out more but he made it clear he didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Of course he did,” I sighed… God forbid a man take responsibility for his actions. “He cheated on me,” I told her, wanting her to know it wasn’t me.

“Really? Well I’m going to have a little chat with him,” she said, seeming to be as annoyed as I was.

I shrugged, “It is what it is.”

“Either way,” she said. “I expect you at the annual Halloween party, is that clear?”

“I don’t know,” I said, thinking how awkward it would be to see him again… especially if he was there with some skank.

“I won’t take no for an answer, Sabrina,” she said, her teacher tone suddenly there. She had pushed me in high school to get the 90s I had always fallen short of, and she was a woman I admired greatly.

“What about Jake?”

“You’ll be my guest,” she said. “He won’t say a thing. That said, I expect you to look absolutely sexy as hell.”

I smiled. “Mmmmm, I see where you’re going with this.”

“Let’s make him regret his stupidity,” she said, hugging me again, her smallish but very firm breasts again denting my ginormous ones.

“Game on,” I joked, thinking the best way out of this funk was revenge. I thought about fucking one of his friends that night… like Mike or Dave… or that cocky, black stud, Jamal.

She headed off and for the first time in a while I felt better.

I would get my revenge by fucking one of his friends… or maybe two… or maybe I could even make my gangbang fantasy become a reality.

For the first time since seeing Jake getting blown by the anorexic Barbie doll, I was feeling good about myself.

Before heading home, I went directly to a Halloween store… determined to walk out with the sexiest, sluttiest outfit they had. One that would showcase all my assets and have every guy there drooling and maybe even some of the girls….

I spent almost two hours there, determined to find the perfect costume to showcase my tits, ass and legs.

I tried on slutty school girl (even sluttier than the outfit I had worn when I was being Jake’s bimbo slut).

I tried on slutty pirate, slutty nurse, slutty cowgirl, slutty maid, slutty harem girl, slutty cop….

Finally, I found the perfect outfit. One that I was confident would make me the center of the party and easily entice Jake’s friends to come to me, and maybe on me.

A nun.

A naughty nun.

A nasty nun.

A wicked nun.

And God, was I going to sin.

The costume was really nothing more than a skimpy, tight leather black dress, the head gear, and a cross.

I would add a pair of sheer thigh high stockings with the lace tops of the stockings completely in view… and a pair of five inch heels. An abbess would have swooned at the very sight of such almanbahis adres a scandalous nun!

I was going to tempt every single one there.

Excited and confident, I headed home, suddenly looking forward to going out for Halloween and even to seeing my asshole of an ex-boyfriend.

….

Karen smiled as I walked out of my room all dressed up and ready to sin, “Ohhh Sister, may I come into your confessionary and expose my sinful thoughts and deeds?”

“I think that’s the job of a priest,” I laughed, always knowing exactly how good I looked because of my lesbian roommate’s frank assessment of me. Tonight it was obvious that I was indeed hot and slutty. There was no doubt she still hoped to convince me to sample how the other side lives… as she reminded me it’s 2016 and being straight is so démodé.

“Well, then how about I just bury my face in your cunt and we can sin our way to heaven?” she bluntly rephrased.

“Tell you what,” I smiled. “If I don’t get laid by some stud tonight, you can get me off.”

“I’m keeping you to that,” she said, standing up and walking to me.

“I’m serious, if I don’t get some big dick in me tonight, or two or three, I’ll come home and let you show me what you got,” I promised, confident that in this outfit I was going to get fucked.

“I’m not kidding either,” she promised back, “give me half an hour and you will never want dick inside you again.”

“Don’t you fuck your women?” I asked, having seen her variety of strap-ons and heard many women begging for her to fuck them harder.

“I can get you to come in so many ways you will never look at a man again,” she purred, leaning in and kissing my neck.

Her hot breath and the kiss on the neck sent a chill up my spine. I moved away before I could get any more hot and bothered, “Not yet. You get my cunt only if it isn’t plugged tonight by some big, hard, man meat.”

“Disgusting,” she said, making a face as if she was about to puke.

“Maybe I’ll let you eat my cunt after I get a load or two of cum,” I added, enjoying pushing her out of her comfort zone for once.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she protested dramatically, covering her ears.

I laughed as I headed out for my evening of revenge.

Once I reached the Walker house and the party, I took a deep breath and headed inside.

I suddenly got nervous, my insecurity hitting me the moment I was inside. I could feel eyes staring at me, but I couldn’t tell if it was ‘Holy shit, I want to fuck her,’ or ‘What the hell is she doing here?’

I saw Jake talking with a redhead dressed as Ariel from ‘The Little Mermaid’ (my favourite Disney movie), likely his latest prey and all the air whooshed out of me as if I had been gut-punched.

I was reconsidering my ridiculous plan of revenge when I heard my name called. “Sabrina.”

I turned to my left to see Mrs. Walker in a costume surprisingly hot for a teacher. She was dressed as a schoolgirl, one oddly wearing thigh highs. I smiled at the irony of her dressed as her son’s favourite fantasy, but of course being off limits.

I tried to hide my insecurity behind a big fake smile, “Wow, you look way different.”

“Different good or different bad?” she fished, as she pulled me into a hug.

“How about different hot?” I answered, our tits pressing against each other, mine swelling noticeably around hers.

“You look sinfully delicious,” she complimented.

I was flattered, and laughed, “I think I may look a little too slutty.”

“It’s Halloween, Sabrina,” Mrs. Walker shrugged. “Tonight there is no such thing as too slutty.”

“Not words I thought my English teacher would ever say,” I laughed, a bit scandalised, thinking of my swooning abbess.

“I’m not your English teacher anymore,” she stressed, grabbing my hand. “Let’s get you a drink.”

“Another thing I never thought a former teacher would say to me,” I said, following her, glancing over to Jake who was watching me with heart-stopping menace in his gaze. I quickly turned away and back to Mrs. Walker’s reassuring smile, my self-confidence restored almost as quickly as it had faded.

“Oh sweetheart, you may hear me say a lot of things a teacher shouldn’t say,” she replied, giving my hand a squeeze.

I laughed, thinking it was neat to see a teacher in such a different light, “Looking forward to it.”

“I bet you are,” she said, in a tone that was ominous in a way I couldn’t describe other than it being similar to how Karen would talk. I shook it off as paranoid and silly as she asked, “What do you like to drink?”

“Gin,” I answered.

“Ooooooh, looking to get drunk and lower your expectations,” she joked.

“Maybe a little of both,” I shrugged, as I looked around to see if any of Jake’s friends were there.

She grabbed an entire bottle of gin, some mix, two glasses, and asked, “Will you come and keep me company for a while? My asshole of a son has requested that I don’t hang around down here all night, especially dressed like this, since many of his friends were also my students.”

“It’s your house,” I pointed out, getting annoyed by the dickhead’s pretentious expectations and treating his mother with such disrespect.

“It’s okay,” she shrugged. “I’d rather not watch college kids drink, make-out and fuck.”

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Cassandra goes to a seminar at nice and the guest speaker and her end up together at the end of the night.

I had finished painting my downstairs with Aaron and it turned out great. It also turned out that I was addicted to his cock. We ended up having sex everyday for a week straight. We realized that we had to be discreet about it or else the neighbors would be find out about us. We arranged that Aaron would come over to my house with his tools to make it seem that he would working on a few things in my house. In reality he was working on my pussy and my ass. I was loving it, I was getting that the sex that I long craved when I was married.

A week had past since I last had sex with Aaron. I was working crazy hours at the hotel and he was working a lot or had plans with his friends. On Thursday I sent him a text message in the morning. It was a picture of my pussy as well as a text asking him if we wanted to have lunch with me. He got me hooked on text messaging in the past couple of weeks. He responded by saying yeah and asked me where I wanted to meet for lunch. I told him to come over to the hotel and then we could go from there. What he didn’t know was that I had other ideas about lunch. I told him to come by around 12:30. The next three hours dragged by.

Aaron showed up exactly at 12:30. “Hi Cassandra, how is your day going so far?” he said.

“Not bad, I have been pretty busy.” I responded. He look absolutely gorgeous in his shirt and tie and nice fitting slacks.

“So where did you want to go and eat at?” He asked me.

“Well I need to go up to check out one of the rooms on the 15th floor before we go, do you mind coming up with me. It should only take a minute.”

“Sure no problem. I have always wanted to see the inside of this hotel.” He answered.

We got into the elevator and I pushed the button for the 15th floor. I told him that this is where are suites are and one of the maids found some problems in there that I should check out. We looked at each other, wanting to kiss each other but realizing that I would get in trouble for it. My pussy was getting wetter as we went up each floor. Finally the elevator reached the 15th floor and we got out and started walking down the hall. We arrived at room 1508 and I used my master key to open the door. We walked into the first room of the suite which consisted of a living room area and then walked into the bedroom.

“Wow Cassandra this room is very nice, how much does it go for a night?” Aaron asked me

“About $380.00 a night.” I responded.

“So what is the matter with the room that you needed to check out?” Aaron asked me.

“Well I wanted to check out the mattress since it is new and I need your help in doing that.” I said with a smile on my face.

“Well Cassandra, you are in luck. I am very good at testing out mattresses with attractive women.” He replied as he moved closer to me.

He stood inched apart from me. I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. I felt his tongue intertwine with mine as we embraced in front of the king size bed. I broke away from his embrace and ran to the door to put the night lock on the door. I didn’t want any surprises. I walked back into the bedroom and walked over to him. I kissed him once again and then pushed him back onto the bed. He was sitting up on the bed and I was at his feet. I quickly undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt as I kissed him. Then I undid his belt and undid his pants as my hand brushed up against his erection. My hands slid into his pants and I pulled out his cock from his boxer briefs. I got down on my knees and began sucking on his beautiful veiny cock. I could feel my juices begin

to soak into my thong. I continued sucking on his cock until I felt him almost ready to explode. He moan with estcasy and I felt his hand on the back of my head. I stopped sucking on his cock and stood up. I removed my gray suite jacket and tossed it on the chair in the corner. I started unbuttoning my red blouse. I only had to undo a couple of buttons since I was showing plenty of cleavage. I tossed the blouse on the floor and then undid my matching grey slacks. I stepped out of my 3 inch heels and slid my slacks down to my ankles as Aaron watched me. I put my heels back on and I was standing there before him in my heels and my matching gray and red lace bra and thong.

“You look fantastic Cassandra.” Aaron said as he stood up and kissed me. I took his shirt and undershirt off and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs. “We don’t have much time Aaron, plus I want to cum really bad.” I said to him as I helped him take off his shoes and socks. We fell back on to the bed as we kissed passionately. I was on top of him as I felt his hands move up from my ass to my bra. He had my bra off in two seconds and next thing I knew he was working on slipping off my thong. With my underwear out of the way, he got back to more important things and started sucking on my nipples almanbahis adres as I moaned his name.

I pushed him away from me back onto the bed and climbed up his body until me pussy was over his mouth and then I lowered my wet pussy onto his lips. He immediately began licking my pussy as I arched my back. I felt his hand come up and start playing with my clit as his tongue was buried in my pussy. That is all I needed to push me over the edge into my first orgasm.

“Ohhhhh yessssssssss Aaron thats it right there.” I moaned

I looked back and saw his erect cock sticking up. “Aaron I need to have you in me, put that cock in my pussy.” I said as I dismounted his face and moved myself down to his erect cock. I looked at his face covered in my juices as I lowered myself on to his cock. He slid all the way into me since I was so wet. I began to gyrate my hips in circles as I started working myself up to another orgasm. I leaned forward so he could suck on my hard nipples. He played with my tits as I rocked my hips back and forth. His hands moved down to my ass and then he grabbed each cheek with one hand. At this point I was bouncing up and down on his cock having my second orgasm.

“Ohh Yess ohhhhhhhhhhh yess.” I moan in a quiet voice, since I didn’t want any guest or my staff to hear us fucking.

Aaron was moaning as well in between kisses. I hopped off of his cock and told him to fuck my doggy style. He quickly got behind me and I felt his cock slid into my pussy to fill the void that it had left. He began slamming his hips into me and I was loving it. I also felt his finger rubbing my asshole. I looked back at him and told him to go ahead. He slid his middle finger into me and got his finger and cock in the same rythmn. I was approaching another orgasm and I reached back between my legs and started rubbing my enlarged clit. At this moment I started cumming and I cried out.

“Aaronnnnnn I’m cumming. Ohhhhhhhhh goddddddddddd.” I moaned

This must have set him off because I felt my pussy being flooded with his cum.

“Ohhhhhhhh Cassandra, I’m cumming” Aaron moaned.

I cletenched my pussy mucles around his cock and milked his cock of every last drop of semen there was in there. He pulled his cock out and put his face in between my legs and began licking up all of our cum. This set me off into another mini orgasm.

“Thanks Aaron, I really appreciate you cleaning me up.”

“It’s no problem, I enjoy it and I don’t want it to get on the bed or you to have a cummy thong for the rest of the day. I know it is already wet enough.” He responded.

I looked at my watch and realized it was already 1:00pm. I told him we had to go and get a bite to eat. We got dressed in a hurry and fixed the bed. As we got into the elevator I put my jacket back on. “Let me know if you need me to help you test out any of the other mattresses in the hotel.” Aaron said. “Oh I will you are first on my list of people.” I said with a smile. We went to a small caf about a block away for lunch. We each had salad and a sandwich. As we walked back to my hotel Aaron asked me if we could get together tonight. I told him that I couldn’t because I had a dinner seminar at the convention center for the hotel association that I was part of. I let him know that I would be there until 10 and then might come back to the hotel after that to finish up and work. I told him that I would call him.

The rest of the day I thought of Aaron’s big cock and how he gave me a couple of orgasm in a short amount of time. At 6:30 I left to go to the convention center for the dinner meeting. I sat down and talked with a couple of other member that I know from other hotels in the city and surrounding areas. These meetings were always a drag, but I went because I had to represent our hotel and it was a pretty good dinner and free drinks.

About an hour into the meeting after dinner was served the guest speak took the podium. When I looked up from my plate to see the person I was immediately taken in by her beauty. She must be about 5’5″, 115 lbs with brown hair with blond highlights. She looked absolutely fantastic in her Navy blue suit and skirt combination. Her skirt came down to just above her knee. She had on 4 inch stiletto heels. I got a tingle in my pussy as I took in all of her. My eyes moved back up her legs and I noticed that she was wearing a orange color blouse that was straining to contain her large breasts. She looked absolutely stunning. She started out telling us how she is the new sportscaster on one of the local new stations. Her name was Joy and she was from the Midwest. Her speech lasted another half an hour. The entire time she spoke my eyes were focused on her ravishing looks. After she finished her speech, I got up and went to the bathroom because my pussy was so wet and I needed to wipe it before I had a wet spot on the front of suit pants.

I wanted to play with myself in the bathroom stall almanbahis adresi but I knew that I would get caught. Especially since the entire stall smelled like my pussy. I went back out into the room and noticed the meeting was over. Several people were over talking to Joy. I went over to the crowd were several of people I was sitting at the table with were. Joy was making her way around the room speaking with all the groups. I had managed to make eye contact with her. Most of the people were leaving after they shook hands and took pictures with Joy. I made small talk with Colin one of the other hotel managers. He was an attractive man in his mid-forties. Best of all he wasn’t married. I figured now that I was divorced, I might as well talk to him and see where this leads. As Joy got closer to our, I began to pay more attention to her than Colin. Colin looked at his watch and said that he had to get going, but told me to give him a call. I told him a I would be calling him together for drinks one of these days.

Joy finally made it over to our group and I noticed that she was looking me up and down. I saw her eyes wander over to my breasts as she was talking to some of the other people in the group. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She finally turned to me and said “Hi I’m Joy.” as she extended her hand to shake mine. ” Nice to meet you, I’m Cassandra.” We talked for about 15 minutes as I was the last person there. “Cassandra would you like to grab a drink with me.” Joy asked me. I looked at my watch and saw that it was only 9:00pm. “Sure it is early, I could grab a drink or two with you.” “Where would you like to go?” I asked her. “I’m not to sure, I don’t know a lot of the places in town, since I have only been here about 3 months.” “Some place quiet would be fine.” I grabbed my purse and was walked out of the convention center. “Joy all the places around here a pretty noisy places.” I told her. “Would you like to come back to my place, I live about 5 blocks from here and I have a couple bottles of wine there and other stuff.” Joy asked me. “Sure that would be great.” I said as I got another tingle in my pussy as my panties got wetter. We walked over to her car and got in. It only took about 10 minutes to drive over to her townhouse. She lived in a very nice part of the city. We pulled into her driveway and got out of the car. She led the way into her house. She turned on the lights and told me to make myself comfortable. I looked around her wonderfully furnished place. “Joy you have a really nice place here” As I put my purse down on the side table in the living room. “Thank Cassandra, do you live in the city?” she asked me as I heard her looking for a wine opener. “No I live about 15 minutes outside the city. I just bought a house about 4 months ago.” I told her. “Have you always lived over there?” she asked me. “Yeah I have, I just got out of divorce and I had raised my kids there.” “I decided to stay in the same town, I just moved to a smaller house.” ”

“Why did you get divorced?” Joy asked me as she was opening a bottle of wine.

“Did you want Red or White wine? Joy yelled from the kitchen.

“Well the reason that I got a divorce is because my ex was more interested in putting his dick in every woman that he worked with, then using it on me.” I said.

“What? Is he and idiot Cassandra?” “You are a absolutely gorgeous woman.” She said with a smile.

“Thanks Joy, I appreciate the complement” I said as I took the glass of wine from her hand. We moved over to the living room and sat down on the couch together. I set my drink down on the table and took off my suit jacket. I noticed her eyes zoom in on my nipples. I noticed that they were hard as I reached down to pick up my glass of wine.

“So what about you Joy are you seeing anyone?” I asked her.

“No I’m not, I decided to take a break from men.” “The last guy I was involved with wasn’t a good match for me.”

“What do you mean?” I said as I took another sip of the wine. I licked my lips in a slow seductive manner as I looked over at her.

“Well he wasn’t very well endowed down there and he didn’t like to do it that much.” Which is a major problem for me.” She said. “See I like to do it about 5 or 6 times a week and sometimes a couple of times a day.” she said with a smile on that beautiful face of hers.

“I know what you mean, I am the same way. I went nuts the last couple of years when I wasn’t able to get it enough.” I responded. “Well what did you do about it Cassandra?” Joy asked me. “Well I had a few toys that kept me occupied when my daughters weren’t around and I also had a couple of things on the side that my husband didn’t know about.” I shifted myself closer to Joy and angled myself so that she could look down my blouse. I had undone a button while she was in the kitchen earlier getting us the wine. She should be able to see the swell in my breasts and possibly the top of my bra.

“Good for almanbahis adres you Cassandra, I’m glad you were able to take care of your needs.” Joy said to me in a softer voice. She moved closer to me and put her glass of wine down. As she did this, she gave me perfect view down her blouse at her large tits. She noticed me looking down her blouse. “You know Cassandra, if you ever need help taking care of those needs, I would love to help you out.” She leaned closer to me. “I would definitely let you know if I need then taken care of” I said back to her. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back as I moved closer to her. We kissed again and then she pulled back and broke our kiss. “If you aren’t comfortable with this we can stop.” She told me. ” I haven’t done this in a couple of years so be patience with me.” I told her. “So was being with a woman one of the things that you had on the side?” she asked me. “Yes I had to explore of all of my options in making sure that my needs were met.” I told her as I leaned back in to kiss her again. We began kissing again, this time much more passionately then before. I put my arms around her as she did the same to me. My pussy was so wet, I was waiting for my slacks to start soaking up my moisture. My tongue danced in an out of her mouth as hers did the same. I felt her hands slide in between us and start working on taking off my blouse. I moved away from her mouth as I kissed and licked her neck and ears. She had my blouse off in a few seconds. “Nice bra Cassandra.” She said as she kissed and licked the top of my breasts. I took off her suit jacket and started working on her blouse. She undid my slacks and reached around behind me to undo my bra setting my breasts free. I tossed my bra on the table next to the glass of wine. Her lips immediately went for my nipples. “You have such hard nipples Cassandra, I noticed them during my speech earlier tonight.” I blushed as she said this. “I like to have them played with” I moaned as she licked small circles around them. She groped my breasts and I felt her hand slide down to my waist and into my pants. “I think we should take then off, they might get in the way.” She said as she helped me stand up. I stepped out of my heels and my slacks slid down to the floor. I stepped out my slacks and embraced her as we kissed some more. I reached down for my glass of wine as she licked her way down my stomach. “You have a great body Cassandra, you must work out a lot.” “Yeah I like to do that when I’m not having sex.”

“Ohh my you are very wet down here Cassandra. You smell great.” She started to peel of my thong with her teeth. I got goose bumps on my skin as I felt the tip of her nose move against my skin. I helped her slid off my thong and tossed it on the table with my bra. “Very nice shave job Cassandra, I am a big fan of a shaved pussy.” Joy said as she moved me back onto the couch. She spread my legs as she moved her face closer to my pussy. She spread my pussy lips with one fingers while she rubbed my clit with her other fingers. I put my head back and began to moan as she played with my pussy. Next thing I knew she had two fingers in me and started rubbing my g-spot. This set me off into an orgasm as I began moaning her name.

She kept working my pussy with her finger while she licked my clit. I was going nuts as it has been a while since a woman has gone down on me.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Joy don’t stop.” is all that I could get out of my mouth.

She kept up her assault on my pussy and feverishly worked her tongue all around my pussy to get all of my juices. On several instances I felt her tongue go over my asshole. She took note that I liked having my asshole licked and gave my pussy a break as she began rimming my asshole with her tongue. I looked down at her and told her to put in there. She complied with my wishes and slid her tongue into my asshole. This set me off into another mini orgasm. She decided to slip a finger into my asshole. I looked down and we made eye contact with each other. I could see my juices all of my face as she finger fucked my asshole. She had such a look of passion in her eyes as she started sucking on my enlarged clit. This set me off into another orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhh Joy don’t stop fucking my asshole you dirty whore” I said to her as I continued to keep my eyes locked on hers. “I think you are the one that is the dirty whore, you like me fucking your asshole while I suck on your big clit.”

I leaned me head back and closed my eyes as I went off into another orgasm. Im not sure if I passed out, but when I opened my eyes I did not see Joy. It took me a minutes to get up as my legs where all sticky from my juices. I grabbed my glass of wine and headed to the kitchen. Joy was in there pouring herself another glass of wine. She turned to me with a smile on her face and poured me another glass of wine. I took a sip of the wine as I leaned up against her granite counter top.

“That was great Joy, I really enjoyed that.” I said

“Good I’m glad that you did, I hope I was able to take care of your needs.” She responded before she took a sip of her wine.

“Well you took care of a few of them, we still have time to take care of the rest of them.” I said with a smile.

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Blondie and the two boys were laughing as they disappeared into their car and drove out of the parking garage.

I was finally able to get my wits about me and went to my car. I was on my way home when I saw the club where Peggy worked and I said to myself, “what the hell, nobody at my house anyway,” so I pulled in for a drink and to pass a little time with old friends whom I had not seen for quite awhile.

I passed my keys to the valet and told him to keep it up front I wouldn’t be long. Robert said, “yes sir, we haven’t seen you for sometime now sir, I trust all is well.” I assured him it was and passed through the outer door and parted the heavy red plush curtain to enter the club.

Pausing to allow my eyes to adjust to the subdued lighting I looked around and saw a few familiar faces and many unfamiliar ones. At that moment Ma was suddenly at my side saying, “Hey lover, where you been? I tried to keep it hot for you but you been gone sooo long I had to get help to put the fire out.”

Now, you must understand, at about two hundred forty pounds it seems impossible for Ma to do anything suddenly. But there she was. I laughed and told her that it was OK, I knew there was enough to go around.

We exchanged pleasantries as she led me through the club to my favorite table. Following her I was again impressed by the grace of movement possessed by this aging woman. She was a dancer herself in bygone years and still had the ease of movement demonstrated by the best of the best. Ma said to me one time that she once opened for Gypsy Rose Lee, and worked for a while with Tempest Storm. If you have lived a decent Synful life you will recognize the names of two of the best strippers to come out of vaudeville.

I ordered Three fingers of Jack, neat, with seven back when the waitress walked up to the table. Then I heard a familiar voice saying, “Something’s never change.” I turned to look into the big brown eyes of Annie. Annie was a dancer / waitress. She did not need to dance because the tips she made at the tables were plenty but Annie loved the dance, not to mention the tease.

I said, “Well hello Annie, how’s tricks”? To which she replied, “looking up now that you are back.” I said it was a short visit and for her not to get her hopes up. Laughing Annie went to get my drink.

The rest of the time there was mostly uneventful. Oh yeah, I saw a good variety of T&A and one or two quick glimpses of pussy as one of the dancers would slip ( wink, wink ) and show a little more than allowed.

Leaving the club after about an hour and only two drinks I drove home. almanbahis Christy’s car was not in the garage. I didn’t really expect it to be but I was hopeful.

Great, here I am, turned thirty today, Got turned on by my secretary, was teased half to death by a few horny teenagers, sat through several sets at the strip club and getting ready to go to bed alone. Sometimes life just plain sucks. I puttered around a little and went to bed.

While setting the alarm for morning I heard the garage door go up. Since the bedroom faced the back of the house I knew Christy couldn’t see the light was on so I quickly turned it out. Actually I was pouting and feeling sorry for myself because she forgot my birthday. I crossed the room and closed the drapes over the French doors leading to the pool and then I crawled in under the sheets and pretended to be asleep. I would show her it didn’t matter at all.

I heard the door open and Christy entered the room. Then I heard her trip over the chest at the foot of the bed and a muffled curse. I almost laughed but managed to keep silent. The drapes over the doors shut out all the light coming from the pool which we kept lit for safety’s sake. Chris had closed the bedroom door behind her making the room very dark so I guess she misjudged where she was at and hit the chest.

There were the quiet sounds as Chris got out of her clothes and pulled back the sheet to get into bed. In my minds eye I saw her. She appeared, as she often did for me, the way she was when I first saw her nude. We were both just sixteen and neither one of us had much first hand experience. The sun was bright that day and Christy appeared out of the brush where she had gone to remove her clothes in preparation for a cooling swim at the lake. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I had expected her to show up wearing bra and panties as she had before when we went swimming.

She stopped by a tree and leaned one hand against it and said, “You like”? What’s not to like. Golden hair falling softly on her shoulders framed the face of an angel. Skin which had me thinking of peaches and cream. A light tan accenting the alabaster breasts and proud nipples. Stomach so flat and firm you could bounce quarters off of it. Light golden curls framing her pouting pussy lips. And those legs. God almighty those gorgeous legs. Long without making her appear too tall. The picture still makes an imposing presence in my mind.

I bent and removed my shorts releasing my hardening manhood to the afternoon breeze. I held out one hand and she approached and took it. almanbahis giriş We just stared into each others eyes for a few moments. Then I said, “We are not going swimming, are we.” In answer she smiled, shook her head side to side very slowly, and lowered herself into the thick grass growing up from the lake.

That however, is a story for another time. I felt a slight give to the mattress as Chris got on the bed and pulled the sheet up. She slid across the king size bed and nested against my back as she sometimes did when she was feeling horny. I had every intention of ignoring her.

Chris was not going to be ignored. Her hand came up and swirled the hair on my chest before lightly pinching both nipples in turn. She softly massaged my chest before running her hand across my stomach and into the hair above my resting penis. So far my body had not betrayed the fact I was awake.

Chris continued downward but avoided my manhood and traced her fingers across my thighs. Lightly tickling down to my knees. As her hand rose towards my groin her nails left a soft trail behind. Up, up went her fingers until they raked lightly over my balls and my now awakening cock.

The pretense was over. My body was betraying me. I rolled on to my back, sort of stretching to continue the illusion. Looking across at the clock I saw it was only nine thirty. I said, “You are home early. Did you enjoy the play”? Mmmmm she murmured and raised herself only to lay down on me and busy her mouth and tongue on my nipples.

Time for conversation was gone for the moment. Chris kissed her way across my stomach and immediately took my cock into her mouth and sucked it all in. Gentlemen, I don’t have to tell you how great it feels to have your woman take your soft cock in her mouth and bring it to full ready without letting go. Heaven on earth is all I can say. Give it a try ladies, he will love it and to feel him awaken in such an intimate way, well, I bet it helps make your day also.

Chris was now really going to town on my cock. She withdrew completely and blew a soft breath over me. That, combined with the wetness of her mouth caused a cool but delicious chill to go through me. Her head lowered again and took only the head of my now engorged member between her lips and sucked. Her tongue bathed me and teased me to the boiling point. She released me only to run her tongue along the bottom side all the way to my balls which she sucked into her mouth one by one.

This lady was outdoing herself. I mean she was normally good at sucking cock but tonight she was inspired. I mean almanbahis yeni giriş sensation after sensation went through me and I could only pray for more. She licked her way back to the top and bit the head before engulfing me completely. Did I say completely? I was all the way in her mouth. Her lips resting on the base of my cock at the pubic hair. The head of my dick firmly planted in her throat. This was a first for Chris. Never before had she been able to do this although she had often tried. I thought I had indeed died and gone to heaven.

I reached for her but before my hands barely touched her hair she softly but firmly placed my hands at my sides. Then it began. Sweet torture. Up and down my length she traveled. Slowly at first, then increasing the tempo only to slow down again. Over and over, faster and faster. My hips raised off the bed on their own hoping to stay deeply imbedded in that clasping mouth. My every nerve was taut as a bowstring. I felt a swelling in my nuts and then every muscle in my body began twitching as I unloaded into that hungry throat. I think I yelled out loud but I can’t be sure. The pent up frustration of the whole day was pouring out of me and she didn’t miss a drop.

That was the first time I had been able to cum in her mouth. Chris always said it wasn’t very lady like. I was deflating and still she sucked. Softly now, lovingly as if she were nursing. I was so relaxed I didn’t think I would have the strength to move.

I was about to speak, to tell Chris how beautiful that had been. From across the room I heard Christy say, “Happy birthday darling, Was that good for you? I enjoyed the show.”

What the fuck was going on. Chris was beside me but talking from across the room. I knew it, I had lost my mind. At that moment the drapes opened and Chris was silhouetted in the soft light from the pool. A body left the bed and crossed to Chris. They embraced and kissed, a long seemingly passionate kiss. All I could see was two great bodies pressed together but the only light came from behind them. I couldn’t make out any details.

The kiss broke and one of the ladies left the bedroom. I started to rise but Chris said, “Relax lover, she will be back.” I laid back on the pillow in a semi state of shock. This was more than I could comprehend.

Chris then told me that she didn’t know what to get for my birthday and then she remembered a long ago discussion of fantasies where I had said having two ladies at once was every man’s fantasy.

At that precise moment I heard a car start out front and drive away. “You said she would be back.” I almost cried. To which she replied “Yes my darlin, but I didn’t say when.”

“But I really didn’t have two at once.”

“No,” she said, “but just imagine what you have to look forward to.”

The end. Or is it? Damn, I can’t wait for Christmas.

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It was time for me to face the truth; I was not the young man I once was. I had let myself go and just didn’t feel good anymore, so I decided to change that. I even tried some sit ups. I knew it would take more then that, but I was never one to go to the gym and work out. I had to find something else. A friend at work knew of my struggle and suggested bike riding. I laughed. I was so out of shape I wouldn’t make it across the parking lot.

After two weeks I was doing pretty good I thought. I was eating better and had cut back on my drinking some. I was getting better with the sit-ups too, but there wasn’t much change. I knew running would kill my shins and knee’s, and the gym was still not for me. The bike riding crossed my mind again. I really didn’t see how bike riding was going to help me. At least it would be easy to do.

I started to ride every day, not far at first, then further, and further as the days progressed. By now I felt I was ready to go to the park that was near by. I checked out the many trails they had and I found out just how hard they were. The flat trails were good. The dips were fast and the inclines were bad, I had to walk them. So I found my new goal, small it may be, it was mine.

I rode every day before work, building up myself to meet my challenge. The more I rode the better I felt, and my friends could see a change in me also. I got to the point to where I would ride my bike to the park rather then haul it on the bike rack. After a few weeks of riding I started to see the same people everyday while riding. We would nod in passing but I never really took time to talk to them.

Less then a week later was when I saw a new face, or back as it were. She came riding past me in a flash and rode on. She looked very tight in her bike shorts and had long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. I knew I would have never caught her, but the thought did cross my mind, as well as other thoughts. As the weeks passed I got leaner and in better shape. I saw the brunette pass me every time. I was closer to keeping up now, but she still would disappear ahead of me. I rode almanbahis on till I came to a rest point and decided to stop for some water and stretch. Something was off in the trees something moving. Thinking it was a deer, I looked hard to see if it was. It looked more like a person, but there weren’t any trails out in that area. Shrugging it off I went on with my ride.

It was about twenty minutes later when I could hear a rider coming up from the rear. As they approached I moved to one side to let them pass as always, but no one came by. I looked over my shoulder to see the brunette that I had seen pass me before. As I turned my eyes back up the trail she came along side of me.

I nodded and said hi, just trying to be polite. She bluntly asked me, “Were you watching me?” That took me by complete surprise so I slowed and stopped. She could see the puzzled look on my face and said again, “Were you watching me back there at the stop?”

Now I was completely stunned, I finally spoke up and told her I did not know what she was talking about. She saw the look in my eyes and knew I was being honest. From my look she realized just how rude she sounded then told me she had gone off the path to be alone and saw someone watching her.

Then it hit me, and I told her that it was me she had seen, I had stopped for a break then saw movement in the trees and thought it was a deer or something. I had no intention of spying, and apologized. She seemed to calm down at that point.

She asked if I would like to ride with her for a while, I said sure. We rode slow and talked about normal things and got to know about each other. Nothing to in depth but still it was interesting. I told her I ride here just about everyday. She said me it was one of her favorite parks. As we neared the end of the trail I told her I hoped I would see her again.

For the next week I rode everyday in hopes I would catching her, but never did. I began to think I had scared her off. The following week I had a day off and went for my ride about an hour later. I had just got on the trail when someone almanbahis yeni giriş pulled up beside me. I saw it was her. She looked at me and smiled and said, “Well I see I finally found you.” She went on that she had been here just about everyday riding and looking for me. As we talked we worked it out that we were riding at different times, just missing each other. We both rode together for a short distance then she motioned for me to pull up and stop. She said, “I want to show you something.”

Confused I said, “Ok.” She looked behind us to see if the trail was clear, then quickly left the trail into the woods. I quickly followed her. I asked her where we were going, and she turned and placed a finger to her lips to silence me. We pushed our bikes in between the saplings until I couldn’t see the trail anymore. As we neared a small clearing she laid her bike down and took off her helmet. She said, “This is my hiding place.” I laid my bike down beside hers.

As I stood there I could hear nothing but the birds and air moving through the trees. No cars, no people no other noise at all, just nature, I was amazed. As I turned toward her, she was letting her hair down, I did not know just how long and soft it was under her helmet; it hung just past her shoulders.

She looked at me smiling and said, “This is where I take my breaks.” I told her it was better then the bench on the side of the trial and with that she pulled off her shirt reveling a sports bra enclosing a pair of firm tits. She went on to strip off her bike shorts to revel a modest pair of red panties.

She looked at me and laughed, I was standing there staring with my mouth open. She walked toward me saying, “I like to be close to nature.” Wrapping her arms around me our lips met in a deep kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s. I lost all thought of where we were and took to the moment. She shed my clothes down to my boxers in seconds, while kissing wildly over my body.

She stopped, stepped back and held a finger to her lips as before, pointing off to the corner of the clearing. almanbahis giriş As I turned to look I saw a doe. When I turned back I saw something more to my liking, she had stripped off the rest of her clothes and was touching herself. My cock was straining at the site of her rubbing and caressing herself. Unleashed, her tits were larger then I thought, her nipples were as big as the tip of my little finger as she squeezed and pinched them. I moved my eyes down and could see her hand rubbing her pussy, she was clean-shaven except for a small patch at the top. Her moist pussy had left her fingers glistening.

She seemed to be in a trance staring at the deer till she looked at me and said, “FUCK ME!” I went to her and she pulled me down onto our clothes. I tried to kiss her and play with her, but she looked at me with an intense look and said, “FUCK ME NOW!” She was ready and wanted it NOW, so I yanked off my shorts and got between her legs. She was on her back holding her thighs to her shoulders with her pussy to open for me. I rubbed the head to wet it then slammed in full stroke making her gasp. She let out a low guttural growl as she hissed out, “MORE!” This girl was an animal and I was enjoying it.

The harder I slammed her the more she liked it. I had her feet up behind her head and her hands had a grip on my ass cheeks driving me in. I was so intent on fucking her I didn’t even move my hands to play with her tits or ass. I saw her tits bouncing with every thrust and wanted to suck them but didn’t. I knew I was not going to last much more. She wrapped her legs around me pulling me in hard and deep and bucking under me trying to pull me in deeper. Her legs were strong from riding and she squeezed me tight.

I shot hard and deep into her wet walls as she orgasmed under me. It was not till we caught our breath did I roll off and lie beside her. As she sat up she took my hand and pulled me up. There at the edge of the clearing was seven doe’s grazing. She turned to me and kissed me, then whispered that it was time to go. We dressed as quietly as we could and slowly stood. To my surprise the deer were still there. We picked up our bikes and made our way to the bike path. As I looked back the deer moved into the area we had just left.

When we got to the trail, she was on her bike and ready to go, turning to say bye, she left as fast as she had shown up.

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Ever since she started high school, Bianca has ridden the same bus with the same driver, being the first one on the route to board and the last one off in the afternoon. She had noticed right away that Chuck, the bus driver, was cute, tall and athletic with red hair and freckles. Not until a few weeks ago, however, had she actually developed the hots for him, and decided to do something about it. For one thing, she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday by then, and knew that men would not usually get in trouble for having sex with her, which removed inhibitions she might have otherwise had.

Over the years, she had gotten to know Chuck fairly well. She was sure that, as she grew older and her figure filled out, he found her attractive although he had never expressed his interest. Bianca didn’t know why; perhaps he still thought of her as a child or he might have been afraid he would get in trouble for “taking advantage” of one of his charges. Whatever the reason, the things she had learned in her empowering group, about seizing the initiative and going after what she wanted, had been taken to heart. That was the main impetus for her decision to do something about her own sexual desires and about what she believed were his.

Bianca had made her plans for that Friday afternoon. She had carefully formulated the most plausible story she could, involving heavy traffic, a late start and other delays to explain to her parents why she was late getting home from school. A condom, stolen from their supply, was stashed in her backpack. To facilitate the actual seduction, she had worn panties and bobby socks instead of her more usual pantyhose.

When the last of her schoolmates had left the bus, she raised her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and quickly pulled them off. The cool plastic seat on her naked, young ass gave her a devilish thrill and made her even hornier. Next, she reached behind her back, unfastened her bra and stuffed it and the panties into her backpack. After taking out the unwrapped condom and tucking it into the pocket of her skirt, she was ready for action with a minimum of delay. Carrying her backpack, she moved up to the seat directly behind Chuck. This was the seat she had taken every morning for the last few weeks, laying groundwork for that day, and he was not surprised to see her there.

“Hi, Bianca. Nice spring day, isn’t it?”

“Hi, Chuck. It’s a really nice day, but can you pull over please?”

“Why? Is something wrong? Are you sick?” As he spoke, he was looking into the rear-view mirror that enabled him to see the interior of the bus.

“No, I’m fine. I just want to show you something.” She was smiling sweetly at him in the mirror, her green eyes wide open.

Always willing to oblige pretty girls, Chuck pulled over onto the wide shoulder of the road. As he concentrated on maneuvering the bus, Bianca unbuttoned her blouse but held it in place with her hands. She wanted her display to him to be sudden.

With the bus safely parked, Chuck turned sideways in his seat to see what Bianca wanted to show him. She got to her feet, stepped forward to face him and bent over, pulling her blouse open to show off her breasts. They were big, with pretty pink nipples, and Bianca was proud of them. She was slightly less than six feet tall, just the right height to thrust her charms into his face where he could reach up to fondle them if he wanted to, as she earnestly hoped he would.

He did want to. After quickly glancing in both directions for approaching traffic, he reached up and took one of her beautiful breasts in either hand. “Very nice, Bianca. You know, over the years, I’ve watched you develop into a really beautiful and sexy young woman.”

“I’m glad, but I hope you’re ready to do more than just watch.” She parted his legs, got to her knees between them and unzipped his pants, eager to feel his cock in her hands and her mouth.

Chuck stopped her though. “We can’t do anything here. Somebody will come along and see the school bus and think we’re in trouble.”

“There’s an old farm up ahead. Nobody works there anymore and you can pull off the road and behind the barn so anybody driving by won’t see us.” So far, things were going as Bianca had planned, and the unattended farm was an important part of her calculations.

As Chuck pulled back onto the highway and drove to the farm, Bianca knelt on the floor beside him, her hand inside his pants and around his cock. It was fully erect and she loved the feel of its hard roundness. Its size delighted her too; it felt big enough to give her mouth and pussy a really good time but not big enough to be painful.

“Right here,” she told him, and Chuck made a right turn into the weedy driveway and pulled to almanbahis a stop behind the L-shaped barn. He saw that, as Bianca had told him, the bus was completely hidden from the highway.

He turned in his seat again, hoping the pretty young woman would resume what she had started to do, but Bianca stood up and was removing her blouse. “Let’s go to the back seat so we can have more room to stretch out.” Chuck had to agree that was a good idea. That seat, which extended across the end of the bus, was the only place that didn’t have any armrests to get in their way.

Bianca’s blouse joined her backpack on the seat she had just left and Chuck removed his shirt on the way to the rear of the bus, leaving it in the corner of the back seat. As he sat in the middle, Bianca removed his shoes and socks and unfastened his belt and the top button of his pants. Hooking her fingers over their waistband and that of his underwear, she started to pull them down. He rose up from the seat to let her accomplish what she wanted and Bianca pulled them all the way off, tossing them into the corner to join his shirt. Completely naked, his erect cock jutting, Chuck sat in the middle of the back seat, more than willing to let the pretty teenager have her way with him. So far, her way had been highly enjoyable, and he was sure it would get much better.

Bianca knew it was going to get very much better. Several times recently she had masturbated to fantasies of Chuck and she was elated to find that his cock was even better than what she had imagined. It was slightly longer and thicker than her dildo and she knew it would feel even better in her pussy than the toy did. That would make it a good size for her mouth too, and she wanted to experience that for herself. With her forearms resting on his thighs, she rose up and held the hard cylinder gently in her fingers.

She expected to feel his cock in her mouth, and in her pussy, but first, she licked the solid pink head. A special tingle swirled out from her tongue as she stroked around the mushroom shape and under the ridge, paying special attention to the slit in the end. Opening her mouth wide and lowering her head, she was able to engulf most of the shaft. Practice with her dildo had taught her how to do this, but Chuck’s real, warm cock felt so much better, as it glided in and out between her lips all the way until it was pressing against the back of her mouth with every stroke.

What she was doing felt great to him too. “Bianca, you’re really good at that. I won’t cum for a long time but do you want me to cum in your mouth.”

She raised her face from his lap to answer. “I don’t want you to cum anywhere right away. When you do, I want to cum at the same time and I want your cock to be in my pussy, and wearing a condom.” She made it clear that she was in charge and Chuck was having too much fun already to want to argue.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He leaned back against the backrest to enjoy what her mouth was doing for him.

Bianca enveloped Chuck’s cock in her mouth again and slowly caressed it with her lips. As she had also practiced, her tongue laved the thick shaft when it surged in and out and licked the head between strokes, holding it lightly in her lips. She wanted to experiment with his cock and play with it in different ways before they started fucking. After a few minutes of slowly sucking him, she took it out of her mouth and held it between her breasts.

Chuck immensely enjoyed everything that was happening to him. Little had he dreamed that morning that Bianca, whom he had been lusting after for the entire school year, would have such a welcome surprise for him in the afternoon. Her tongue licking the head of his cock and her lips caressing the shaft had been far better than he could ever have fantasized. Even the sight of her pony-tailed head rising and falling above his lap as he felt his cock was enveloped by the warm wetness of her mouth was beyond his most erotic imagination. He just hoped he wouldn’t suddenly wake up and discover he had been dreaming.

If it was a dream, it was his best one ever. After a few minutes of incredible pleasure from the young student’s mouth, she took his cock out and began massaging it and her breasts together. One of the reasons Chuck liked warm weather was that, as he sat in his driver’s seat, and young women like Bianca walked up the steps, bent over by the weight of their backpacks, he could look down their blouses. That was nice but now he was seeing her breasts, creamy-white and luscious as he had always imagined, and completely naked. Not only was he seeing them, he was feeling them surrounding his stiff cock.

Bianca started by squeezing his shaft between them and slowly stroking up and down, her tongue fondling almanbahis giriş the tip of his cock at every chance. It was fun, but as she was holding her breasts with her fingers on their rigid nipples, she thought of something that would be even better.

Holding his cock with one hand and one luscious globe with the other, she rubbed the head with one nipple then the other. The juices from her pussy, which had been a trickle, seemed to become a gusher as connections were established between her clit and her nipples. On other days, and especially nights, she had fingered her clit to make her pussy wet enough to accommodate her dildo. On that day she knew there would be a real, live cock filling her pussy to overflowing.

Bianca continued holding Chuck’s stiff cock with one hand while she fished the condom out of her skirt pocket with the other. She stood up and, following the instructions she had earlier read on the packet, rolled it onto his cock. Chuck saw and felt what she was doing and smiled in anticipation. While he was moving away from the center of the seat to give her room to lie down, Bianca removed her skirt and hung it over the armrest beside her. Both she and Chuck were completely naked.

He had moved in the direction of one end of the back seat so Bianca lay on her back near the other end and spread her legs. One foot was flat on the floor and the other was resting on the top of the seat back. Her fingers were ready to spread open her glistening, pink pussy to receive the latex covered cock she was lusting for.

Chuck was eager to provide that cock. With one knee on the seat and that arm on the back, he scooted over until he was over her. Guiding his cock with the other hand, he aimed it at the delightful target she was presenting to him.

“Oooo, that feels good already,” she murmured when she felt the tip of his cock against the dripping hole that was yearning for it. It felt even better when he rubbed against her wetness to cover the tip with her lubricating pussy juices. “Ahhh,” she sighed, ecstatically, when she felt the head of his cock wedge into her.

Supporting most of his weight with one hand on the rear backrest and the other on the back of the next seat, Chuck eased the first inch of his cock into the tight hole that wanted it so much. To give Chuck more room, so he would be able to lie on top of her, she moved over slightly, putting her ass closer to the edge of the seat. He moved his hands so they were on either side of her face and plunged almost two more inches into her. Although they had just started, Bianca knew the cock going into her pussy was the best and the biggest she had ever entertained. From the exquisite pleasure of feeling the opening being stretched as it had never been stretched before, she moaned aloud.

“Oh, God, that feels good, what you’re doing,” she whispered. I’ve wanted this so much. Let’s take our time and make it last.” There was really no need to whisper but it seemed more intimate to do so.

“I’ve been wanting this too, Honey, for a long time,” Chuck answered, with some truth. “And I want it to last too.” Moving slowly, he backed his cock out till only the head was still inside, paused, and thrust it back, burrowing even deeper and sending thrills coursing though Bianca’s body and his own. Once again, she whispered to him how great he was making her feel.

It got better and better for both of them as Chuck drove his cock repeatedly into her tight pussy, going in deeper with every stroke until his curly red pubic hairs were mingling with her soft blonde ones. He curled his arms under hers, putting his weight on his forearms and she reached up and hugged his neck. Bianca’s legs wrapped themselves reflexively around the bus driver’s hips and held on tightly. Hardly any of his weight was on her and she would be able to move around freely under him.

With the first long, full stroke of his cock into her, she did move freely, fucking her pussy back to meet him, sighing happily as his cock was once more solidly imbedded in her. Bianca met his second stroke, and his third, feeling her level of pleasure slowly building. She thought of it as a mountain of ecstasy, which would steadily grow within her until the volcano of her climax exploded.

Chuck felt his pleasure building too. With every stroke into her, he could feel the walls of her pussy gripping his cock and releasing it as he pulled back. Bianca was the most beautiful woman he had ever fucked and her pussy was the wettest and the tightest. He fervently hoped that this would be just the first of many sessions they would have on the back seat of the bus or other places, and he wanted to ensure that by giving her the best orgasm possible before reaching his own climax.

The man and woman almanbahis yeni giriş moaned a duet of bliss as they fucked for a long time on the back seat of the bus. The strokes of Chuck’s cock were straight into Bianca’s welcoming pussy, with only a minimum of contact with her clit. He knew, and he wanted to teach her, that such limited contact would give them both a long, happy period of coupling until the time arrived when they would be ready to cum, and that time hadn’t arrived yet.

Besides flexing her legs she had wrapped around Chuck’s hips, pulling her pussy forward to meet the thrusts of his cock, Bianca was rocking from side to side on the seat. It was narrow; she knew it was not as good as a bed would have been, but there was enough room for her to be as active as she needed. Her movements let his cock slide into her at a slightly differently angle with every stroke, adding to her mountain of pleasure until she knew the volcano was close to exploding.

Bianca slipped her hand in between herself and Chuck. “I’m ready to cum but I have to play with my clit to do it,” she told him.

“Let me do it. I’m ready to cum too.” Still keeping most of his weight off his partner, Chuck slid farther up on her body. From the new position, his cock, both plunging into her pussy and being drawn back out, massaged her clit with its entire length. His strokes were faster too, driving in harder and just as deeply.

Bianca could feel new, intensified pleasure coursing through her body from the greater contact with her clit and the stronger thrusts. She let him know how good it was by fucking back harder and faster to meet him and by urging him to continue.

“Ooooo! Yeah!” she murmured. “Oh, God, yes! Like that! Give it to me! Fuck me hard!”

With great alacrity, Chuck did as she asked, his own pleasure increasing with every stroke of his cock into her tight, wet pussy. He could feel his climax building and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. Bianca was on the verge of cumming too, he could tell, from the way her body was thrashing under him and the way her head was tossing back and forth as she moaned ecstatically.

“Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!” she cried out joyously as her volcano began exploding, far mightier than it ever had before. Her fingers gripped Chuck’s shoulders and her legs squeezed his hips, plastering her pussy against him. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Bianca whimpered from the intense pleasure as his big cock continued driving harder and faster into her pussy.

When she climaxed, Bianca howled ecstatically and incoherently. Her back arched and her fingernails dug into Chuck’s shoulders. After her orgasm, she happily collapsed on the bus seat as her muscles completely relaxed. More satisfied than she had ever been, Bianca lay under the man who had brought her to that marvelous state.

He continued fucking her but not for very long. The pain in his shoulders from Bianca’s fingernails was smothered by the incredible pleasure Chuck felt welling up in his groin. From all throughout his body it collected and exploded out his cock. Seconds after hearing the orgasmic cry from Bianca, he matched it with his own as he climaxed, ejaculating heavily into his condom. Three times his cum spurted before he was finished and sprawled on top of his partner.

They lay for several minutes, seeming to be in some kind of stupor, resting from the tremendously enjoyable sex they had just shared. Bianca recovered first and whispered into the ear of the man on top of her: “That was wonderful, Chuck. Both of us cumming together like that. It was the best I’ve ever had.” Bianca smiled up at the man who had just given her such a great time.

“Me too. I mean, it was the best I’ve ever had. You are really hot, Bianca; did you know that?” He smiled back at the woman who had just given him such a great time.

“I’ve been told that but it’s better, hearing it from you. Do you live near here?”

“Not too far. Why?”

“I live just a mile or so down the road. Maybe I could go to your place the next time, on a Saturday or Sunday, and we could use your bed instead of this hard seat. That is, if it’s okay with you.”

“It’s more than okay; it’s a great idea. With more time and more room on my bed, there’s a lot of really fun things I’d like to do with you. I now you’ll like them too.”

Chuck and Bianca smiled, both inwardly and outwardly, thinking about the great sex they had just enjoyed and the even greater sex that lay ahead of them.

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Shara looked into the mirror smiling, running her hands over her curves, feeling the soft velvet dress caressing her fingertips. In her stocking clad feet Shara was exactly five foot tall, with her full breasts and rounded hips her figure could only be described as hourglass.

She may never really be a Goth but she did love dressing up as one.

The long, black velvet dress clung to her every curve, low enough in the front to show off her generous cleavage with slits up the sides to show flashes of her beautiful stocking clad legs.

The dark, smeared eyeliner made her smoky blue eyes look even more mysterious while the blood red lipstick gave her lips a fuller, inviting look.

“Tonight should be good” she thought to herself.

She needed a positive night out. Ever since the break-up her confidence had been shattered and non existent.

Her ex, John had thoroughly convinced her she was unattractive and this was his reason for cheating on her with younger, slenderer girls. He always described Shara’s curves as fat, pushing her to a variety of diets. He had come very close to shattering her completely before she finally woke up to his manipulations. What a pity it took her three years to come to that realization!

Sitting down she pulled on her knee-high black platforms which added a few more inches to her height.

Julia, her housemate came in offering her vodka.

Shara smiled, “Sure, I guess a little Dutch courage could help.”

As Julia and Shara entered the dark smoky club, Shara perked-up hearing her favorite song starting to play.

She moved onto the dance floor, sensually gliding to the song. She loved Portishead: Glory box for its slow sensual beat. Closing her eyes she let the music and words wash over her. “Give me a reason to love you…give me a reason to beeeeeeeeeeeee a woman…I just wanna be a woman…”

As the song finished Shara ran her hands up over her breasts and into her hair opening her eyes to find Peter staring at her

Unconsciously she licked her lips.

She had been attracted to Peter since the first time they met, eight years ago when this club first opened. At the time they had both been in relationships and unable to act on the attraction they felt for each other. Unfortunately over the years they had never been single at the same time. Recently Shara heard Peter hadn’t been seen with anyone since he broke up with his fiancée a year ago.

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Peter oozed confidence and sex from very pore. Six feet tall, he had piercing blue eyes that made Shara feel like he was looking into her very soul. His fitted black leather pants left little to the imagination, seeming like second skin on his long lean legs. Shara couldn’t tell if the silver buttons adorning his groin made his bulge look bigger or if the rumors of his size were true.

Gazing at his chest she could see he lost none of his muscle over the years. He was still lean and toned, at least from what she could tell through the mesh of his dark shirt.

Licking her lips again Shara wondered if he tasted as good as he looked.

Mentally shaking herself Shara felt her heated pussy begin to throb.

Smiling shyly at Peter she went to the bar to get a drink. Weaving her way through the crowd, writhing to the music, she brushed against a variety of velvet, leather and pvc clad bodies. She shuddered as her nipples, erect from her earlier musings on the dance floor, brushed against the back of a man in a studded leather vest.

“Ok Shara calm down” she lectured herself.

Seeing someone that she hadn’t spoken to for a while, Shara got herself a drink and headed over to catch up. Cara was a good friend to Shara. Ever since the beginning of Shara’s relationship with John, Cara had been trying to get Shara to realize just how bad almanbahis he was for her. Cara was one of the many girls John had tried his moves on and one of the few that had actually turned him down! No wonder he hated her.

Cara is a willowy woman, standing five foot five with small pert breasts, flashing green eyes and long, natural blonde hair that cascaded down her back looking like it had just been ironed.

Tonight Cara was dressed in a black pvc catsuit, tight and low cut with her creamy breasts almost overflowing.

Grinning wickedly at Shara, Cara leaned in and whispered, “I saw you and Peter exchanging your usual longing stares. I swear I thought you were mentally undressing him!”

Shara blushed drinking some of her vodka.

“Not completely undressing him, just full of wishful thinking that he would go for someone like me,” she muttered.

Cara looked down at Shara mentally cursing John for hurting her and cursing Shara for not being even remotely interested in a woman.

Cara was distracted with thoughts of bending down to kiss Shara’s full lips, making her realize just how much of an attractive woman she was.

Frustrated, Cara snapped, “Stop being so down on yourself. Peter should consider himself lucky if you allowed him to lick your boots.”

Seeing the hurt and startled look on Shara’s face, Cara quipped, “Or, maybe if he let you lick his boots, seeing how you love to be the submissive slave.”

Shara was blushing profusely.

“Finish your drink, have another… then go find Peter and talk instead of staring!” Cara grinned, placing a finger under Cara’s glass, tilting it to her lips.

A few drinks later Shara did a circuit of the club, finding herself in the smoking area where she found Peter standing by himself.

For a moment Shara hesitated, her stomach full of butterflies at the idea of making any kind of moves on Peter. Her pussy was throbbing in eagerness. Giving herself a quick mental lecture about being a strong confident woman coupled with the confidence given to her by the alcohol, she went up to him.

Smiling, Shara greeted him with a hug, surprised and excited when he hugged her back longer then she had expected.

Pulling back a little she kept her hands on his hips.

“So how are tricks Peter?” she asked with a shy smile.

“Ahh I’m getting old Shara, thirty-three, single and I haven’t gotten laid for almost a year now,” he said with a smile, gazing into her eyes.

Peter’s hands slowly stroked down her back before cupping her rounded butt. He’d always wanted Shara, sometimes to the point of fantasizing about her while making love to his girlfriends. He smiled lazily feeling her shudder against him.

Impishly Shara looked up at him.

“Well, you should have taken me up on my offer to come home with me last time I saw you honey. I would have been more then happy to service you.”

Inwardly Shara shivered. Her last offer was only made in jest, knowing he surely would not have taken her up on it.

“I was intending to actually,” he replied. “But you had left early.”

Shara tilted her head back, unintentionally pushing her pelvis into his groin as she tried to see if he was kidding.

Next thing she knew Peter was holding her firmly against him, brushing his lips against hers.

Shara felt a bolt of electricity shooting between their mouths.

Closing her eyes she slid a hand behind his head pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. As their tongues started to dance stroking each other, she felt on fire, her pussy was throbbing, her nipples stood erect and in desperate need of attention. She rubbed them against his chest moaning softly into his mouth.

Grinning, Peter pulled back a little grabbing one of her hands, pushing it in between them until it settled onto his cock.

“I think I have almanbahis giriş just what you need right here,” he whispered.

Shara stroked his cock through the tight leather pants, not believing she was doing this in public.

Groaning softly she continued massaging his growing bulge, realizing the rumors were true about Peter’s cock ‘being big enough to split a woman in two’!

Shara’s eyes closed. Visions of his enormous cock flooded her mental screen. She wanted to rape his leather protected organ.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” he moaned into her mouth.

Startled, Shara suddenly realized just where she was but all she could think about was having that enormous cock inside of her tight little pussy.

“We could go to my place,” she purred with parted lips and a dazed look in her eyes.

Running a thumb over her lips Peter growled, “I don’t think I can wait that long. I have somewhere closer in mind.”

Taking her by the hand, Peter led her out of the club and down the sidewalk to an alleyway.

Half way there he was already unbuttoning his pants, releasing his throbbing cock.

Shara gasped seeing how long and hard it was, at least nine inches, very thick and richly veined. Her hand hesitated before reaching out to stroke it.

Peter let out a low moan; stopping for a moment while Shara relieved her urges before they set off at a faster pace.

Shara’s mind was in a haze, feeling as though this was some great dream. She couldn’t believe she was walking down the street with Peter’s cock still in her hand.

He guided her into an alleyway, around the corner to a dead end where they couldn’t be seen from the street.

Suddenly Peter spun her around.

Shara’s back was to him as he ripped down the sleeves of her dress, pulling down her bra at the same time exposing her breasts to the cold air.

Shara gasped at the suddenness of it. Her nipples were hard and rigid and her pussy was throbbing out of control.

Peter’s hands started mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples as he bent forward kissing and biting her neck.

Shara’s body tensed and jerked as she whispered “No marks”.

“Don’t worry I won’t mark you,” he whispered into her ear nibbling her lobe.

Shara felt the electricity shooting down her spine as she leaned against him for support.

Peter kissed his way down her neck then began biting and licking. His hands were rubbing and squeezing her breasts, his fingers moving to pinch and pull on her nipples.

Shara jolted with each pinch, feeling shocks from her nipples racing down to her clit.

Her pussy was throbbing and all she could do was moan with need.

Her hands started to slide up her skirt so her fingers could give her clit the attention it was screaming for. But Peter stopped her; dropping onto his knees he pushed his hands up her thighs instead.

His blue eyes bore into hers, widening in surprise as his hands explored her stocking encased legs before reaching her bare ass! She wasn’t wearing panties.

Peter’s hand brushed teasingly against her pussy feeling the heat pouring from her smooth mound. Lifting her skirt he popped his head underneath using his hands to open her pussy lips as his tongue reached out to flick at her clit.

Pulling back he inhaled the musky scent of her pink, inflamed arousal.

Shara clung to his shoulders for support as he pushed his tongue into her throbbing hole, rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb.

“Man your pussy tastes so sweet, it’s been too long.” Peter moaned, inhaling her sweet perfume before diving back in to tease her some more.

“Please…” Shara moaned. “I want more, give me your cock.”

Smiling Peter stood up kissing her fiercely.

Shara sensually licked his lips tasting her own juices before biting his lower lip, demanding almanbahis yeni giriş more attention.

Rubbing his cock against her stomach Peter realized that the difference in height could cause a problem for what they both now desperately needed. Quickly looking around Peter spotted a pile of boxes to sit Shara onto so that she would be the right height for his cock to be able to slide into her.

Perching her on the edge of the boxes he grabbed his tool rubbing it against her clit, coating it with her juices.

Shara thrust demandingly against his cock, sighing with satisfaction as he slowly eased the head into her.

While kissing and nibbling her lips Peter started gently thrusting, inching his cock in and out of her…Trying not to hurt her as he pushed deeper and deeper.

Shara moaned into his mouth as her pussy slowly stretched to accommodate him. She had never felt so full in her life.

Pushing him back a little she looked down to see his cock slowly disappear into her.

Peter grinned, “So you like to watch huh?”

He angled himself back a little gripping her hips before thrusting back into her.

“Oh my god, you can take all of it!” he groaned.

Peter’s ex was a small woman and had never been able to take all of his cock; he couldn’t believe this tiny little vixen could take all he had to offer.

“Oh yes,” Shara moaned as she watched his cock slide to its hilt into her throbbing little pussy.

Closing her eyes, pinching her nipples she began to thrust to meet him.

Her body was on fire as his rod slammed in and out of her.

Feeling her orgasm approaching Shara held her breath letting it build even higher.

The lack of oxygen made her head spin, always giving her mind blowing orgasms.

Peter looked at her with concern realizing she wasn’t breathing but then smiled at the look of pleasure on her face.

I’ll have to remember that for next time he thought to himself.

Shara suddenly exhaled in one long moan as her orgasm shot through her.

Peter felt her hot chamber throbbing around his cock and thrusted harder and faster, his finger working her clit as he kept her orgasm going.

Moaning and whimpering Shara begged for him to stop but felt a sense of loss when he did slide out of her.

Peter grinned at her. “Greedy are you?”

In blissful relief Shara weakly smiled up at him.

“But you haven’t cum yet,” She sighed apologetically.

Hungrily staring at his cock she wondered if it could fit in her mouth.

“Don’t worry, the night is still young.” Peter replied with a lustful grin on his face.

Gently he straightened her dress, smoothed her hair and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“I feel like dancing some more, then you can take me to your place where I intend to spend the rest of the night with my face or cock firmly imbedded in your sweet little pussy.” Peter growled pushing his throbbing cock back inside his pants.

He had been waiting a very long time for this moment, and intended to make it last long as he could.

Shara smiled lustfully and then winced as her pussy throbbed from the pounding it had just received. She couldn’t wait to get him home tonight.

When they returned to the club Shara excused herself to the bathroom to clean off the cum soaking her thighs.

Leaving the toilets Shara bumped into Julia.

“Where the hell have you been?” Julia exclaimed, “I thought you had left without me! And what is with that dreamy look on your face. What have you been up to?”

Shara smiled. “Oh I just went for a walk to get some fresh air. By the way, make sure there is room in the car. I’m not coming home alone tonight.”

Shara’s eyes glazed a little as her pussy throbbed again at the thought of what was to come later on tonight.

Julia grinned. “Ah no wonder you look like you are in dreamland, who’s the lucky guy?”

“Just someone I’ve wanted for a long time.” Shara replied mysteriously.

“In dreamland?” Shara thought to herself. “I don’t think so. This was better than anything I could ever dream.”

The end… For now

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“Don’t worry about it” the young blonde woman said as the older man rolled off her naked body muttering.

“Fuck it, I’m sorry Sammi.”

“Bob it doesn’t matter, please don’t beat yourself up. It’s only a fuck.”

They had been in bed for an hour or so. The fifty seven year old married man had made the twenty four year old single girl cum three times; once with his fingers as he undressed her standing behind her with his hands in her panties and twice with his mouth as he made awesome, well she though it was, oral love to her.

It was when he tried to fuck her, though, that things went wrong. His hard on vanished.

Sammi had been school friends with Jane, Bob’s daughter. She had spent lots of time at Mister and Missus Roberts house and Bob had held some naughty thoughts for her, but had never done anything about them. It had been years since they or Sammi and Jane, who now lived in New York, had seen each other.

Bob was a Regional Manager for a large leisure company that owned a number of health clubs, one of which Sammi attended. He was due for retirement in a few month’s when they bumped into each other at the gym, had a chat, then a drink. Bob gave her a lift to the station a few times and then they had kissed in the car. Neither knew it then, but it was only a matter of time before they had sex. First in his car in Epping Forest and then at his home when his wife, Phillipa was in Portugal playing golf with ‘the girls’ from the golf club .

That was the start. The beginning of an affair between a mature man and a young woman.

Sammi lived with her mum not too far from Bob’s house in suburban Essex. She also rented a small apartment in Bethnal green in the East End of London. She needed that for, unbeknown to her mum who was now separated from Sammi’s dad, she was a glamour photography model in her spare time and needed to store the masses of underwear and other stuff she needed when posing. That helped her pay her way through stage school, which her father could no longer finance due to having lost his fortune in the Spanish property crash. It was at the apartment that she and Bob most frequently had sex. It was also the flat where she had carried on a short fling with a guy of her age, Jack, who was part of a group that met at a pub and played darts on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. It was after those times that for a few weeks they would go to her flat and he would fuck her several times during the evening or afternoon. Meeting Bob and starting the affair with him had been bad news for Jack, for Sammi was not able to cope with both, either physically or emotinally. She couldn’t handle being fucked three or four times on a Wednesday and most Sundays by Jack and having long, often three hour sessions with Bob who would only cum once, but would give her countless full and mini orgasms.

“Let me help” Sammi said kissing Bob on the lips and taking hold of his hand. She placed that on her fairly small, but beautifully shaped and pert B cup breast. He squeezed it, both gratefully and lovingly, but felt bad about losing his erection.

Lying on her side with Bob on his back she ran her fingertips down his fairly hairy chest, past his waist, over the slight bulge of his middle age spread stomach and into the untidy curls of his thick, matted pubic hairs.

Although she was a little disappointed that Bob had lost his erection, Sammi, being a very ‘glass half full’ girl, looked forward to the challenge of getting him hard again, although never having been with an older guy who lost it before it was uncharted territory to her.

It had happened to Bob a few times with his wife, but he had put that down to familiarity, her being overweight and too much drink. Worryingly, a few months ago just before he met Sammi, it had happened at a massage parlour and that had worried him, although he realised it was the sort of thing that happens at his age. He had made a mental note to get some Viagra or Ciallis, but couldn’t face seeing his doctor, who was almost a family friend and explaining that he couldn’t get it up. Up until now, nothing like it had happened with Sammi and he had been able to get erections almost on demand and keep them for ages. He had even cum twice one afternoon so the idea of taking something for his erectile malpractice had slipped from his mind. It came back though when she muttered.

“Why don’t you get some Viagra or something?”

“I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not? Loads of blokes do” she went on lifting his limp cock with one hand and stroking that and his balls with the other.

“How do you know that?”

“They tell me and I have seen them take them.”

“What young guys?”

“Yes, lots take it.”

“You’re putting me on.”

“No I’m not. I swear on this” she smiled squeezing his dick. “Most of the cityboys do, it helps them when they have shoved coke up their nose all day and drunk vodka and champagne all evening, they need some help then.”

“Well I’ll be buggered almanbahis giriş I never knew that” Bob replied feeling some mild stirring in his balls and cock and feeling much better about possibly taking the pill. “Maybe I’ll get some, you reckon it would help?”

“I’m sure that it would, it does for the druggies, but this should work just as well at getting it up” Sami smiled bending forward, her blonde hair tumbling onto Bob’s stomach. She lifted his slightly hardening cock and licked its nearly soft length. “Not sure whether this works as well at staying hard though” she smiled taking it into her mouth.

“Jesus Sam” Bob groaned as his fingers slid into his young mistress’ golden blonde hair.

Sammi was not that experienced at giving oral sex. It wasn’t that she was averse to it and, in fact quite enjoyed providing such pleasure to a lover. It was just that with the young guys she generally went with there never seemed to be much time for that. They were usually in a hurry and were far more interested in sucking and fucking her. Not that she lost much sleep over that!

Until recently, Bob also had little experience of oral sex for his wife Philippa frowned upon such ‘perversions!’

Sammi let her natural female instincts take over sucking, licking, kissing and stroking Bob’s cock and balls. Slowly, but very, very surely she could feel it hardening in her mouth; that was a great sensation.

“Oh yes, yes Sam, that’s fantastic” Bob moaned gripping her hair more tightly as she sucked his cock and scratched that little patch between his balls and arse. He reached out for her again; he had to feel and touch her. Sammi realised that and altered her position so he could get his hand between her legs, which she opened for him. He felt her warm wetness and slid his fingers along her soaked, slimy slit, revelling in the feelings on his fingers and sending shudders of sexual delight through the young woman.

At last he was hard. Sammi took him out of her mouth and smiling at him said huskily. “Come on old man, you can fuck me now.”

And that was exactly what he did; long, tenderly, creatively and in a maturely expert way so that their orgasms coincided perfectly

*

They didn’t see each other that often and there was no commitment from either about not having sex with others. No, what they had was a sex with no strings relationship and that seemed to work for each of them. In effect, they were what the Americans term ‘fuckbuddies.’

It worked on one level for Bob for it provided him with another source of sex. He had very infrequent sex, not even once a month, with his wife Philippa. She seemed to have pretty much gone off it, well at least with him Bob often thought. He sometimes wondered if there was more to the ‘girls at the golf club’ than she let on. He also visited a massage parlour where he had a preferred masseuse Sofi. He went there on average once a week and revelled in: being massaged by her, massaging the Latvian blonde, playing with her nice big tits and finishing off usually with a blow job. She let him kiss her and for the short time he was there, she was just like a lover, not a hooker.

Sammi also gave something else to Bob, self-esteem. He felt amazingly proud of himself to have pulled the young bird. He knew that he was a bit of an old fart and sometimes couldn’t work out why she was him, but he never took her for granted. She was a stunningly attractive, blue eyed blonde. Great legs, an even greater arse and small B cup, but wonderfully shaped youthfully firm breasts; she was a real head turner. Add onto that her habit of rarely wearing a bra, her strong sex drive and her very open views on sex, and on sexuality come to that and she really was a fantastic and highly desirable package.

At another level, it didn’t work as fuckbuddies. The more often he saw her, the more strongly he felt for her and he hoped against hope that he was not falling in love with her, although he suspected that he might be.

Sammi’s situation was quite different. She had always been attracted to older guys, but usually about ten to fifteen years her senior, not over thirty, although at uni she’d had a fling with a lecturer twenty years older than her.

That said, the idea of her having an affair with a guy over thirty years her senior who was old enough to be her grandfather would have been unthinkable if anyone had suggested it. Now though, having had a fair amount of sex with him, the idea was not at all unthinkable and to her was perfectly reasonable. Ok there were major differences in their likes and dislikes with stuff like music, books, politics and movies and going on dates was difficult, if they got to that stage. However, when they were alone and sex was the only agenda item, age became irrelevant. In fact, Sammi often thought that if she were able to cover his face, where his balding hair and wrinkles gave his age away, she wouldn’t know from his body that he was so much older than her. It was almanbahis with his sexual performance that Sammi was enamoured. True, he couldn’t fuck her several times in an evening; true, once he had fucked her or she had made him a cum a ‘second coming’ was a rare event and true he couldn’t keep an erection for the hours on end that some of her young lovers could. But he made love to her in a caring, sensitive, thoughtful, languid, experienced and mature way. He made her and her body the complete centre of attention. Her needs were paramount, her desires supreme. He hardly seemed to need to cum, and at times Sammi felt he had gone home after they had made love for ages without cumming. Ejaculation almost seemed irrelevant to him. Being treated like this was alien to her. She was used to sex sessions where she was fucked several times and where the guy remained as good as hard for hours on end. It had taken her some time to adjust.

She knew that she wasn’t falling in love with Bob, but she had no idea how she would get him out of her system when and if they parted.

*

Philippa was a strikingly handsome woman. She was not beautiful or dazzling, but she was memorable, a bit like Glen Close or Meryl Streep although bigger. She had mousy coloured hair that some thirty years ago she had dyed champagne blonde and it had been that way ever since. Her stunningly blue, rather narrow eyes and thin, oversized, Aquiline nose, prevented her being a beauty, although her full, voluptuous lips tried hard to counter that. She was quite big. Not gross or obese, but certainly overweight. Slightly above average height she weighed just over one sixty pounds. She had great legs, a big rotund arse and tits that some drooled over and others felt were rather saggy, which they were.

Some years ago now she had lost interest in sex with her husband. She wasn’t sure why, because she still loved him, but now it was with the love of a sister, not a lover. She didn’t yearn for other men and an affair had no attraction to her. She was, however, concerned at her feelings, particularly as she now found women’s company preferable to men’s. She had always been quite staid with both her attitudes and morals and the idea that she might be bisexual or worse, even lesbian, although it had crossed her mind, had always been unthinkable. Until recently that was. She had not, of course done anything about it, but, more and more she felt she was being tempted. Furthermore, she had a suspicion, fuelled by both gossip and observed behaviours, that a few of ‘her golf club girls’ may well have taken things a little further in that direction.

She had always had a low sex drive so satisfying that was easy. In her earlier years she had masturbated about every couple of weeks, but since marrying Bob she had stopped. It somehow seemed ‘unfaithful’ to her to have sex with herself, although on the rare occasions over the years when she had been really relaxed and he persuaded her to do it while he held and watched her it had been amazing. That sort of thing no longer happened though. On the roughly monthly basis when they did have sex, it was all pretty straightforward and that was exactly how she wanted it.

She did at times wonder how Bob coped and occasionally speculated that he might have a mistress, but she had seen no evidence. She also thought that he might visit a prostitute, but felt overall if that kept him away from her it was probably a good thing. At times though, something, and she was unable usually to work out what it was, she wanted sex. At those times she would get into bed naked.

“Oh fuck no,” Bob groaned to himself when he pulled the duvet back and saw that his wife was naked.

“Why don’t you take those off?” She said pointedly looking at his pyjama trousers.

Bob did as she asked. It was pointless not to, although the idea of making love to her after his recent sessions with the gorgeously big-boobed Sofi and the simply gorgeous Sammi was almost laughable. It was, though, something that had to be done.

Naked he got in to bed, took his wife in his arms and kissed her. She just about opened her mouth, although she hated being deep tongued. She pressed her boobs against her husband’s chest and squirmed a little bit, quite enjoying the sensation of his hairy chest on her small, dark nipples.

Bob didn’t feel at all aroused and the recent experience with Sammi came to mind. That made it worse and as Philippa ground her overweight body against his athletic, trim and muscular form his mind was in overdrive worrying that he would have to admit defeat again. Moving his chest away a little and keeping his eyes tightly closed he cupped then squeezed his wife’s big, soft tits. Philippa liked that and it felt good. She gave a low moan of appreciation. Desperately trying to imagine that it was Sofi’s boob he was caressing Bob at last felt a slight tingling in his balls. In his mind, he was saying. ‘Sammi I so want to fuck you.’ ‘Sofi you have fabulous tits.’ almanbahis giriş ‘Let me fuck both of you’ as he imagined he was about to have a threesome with his two lovers. It worked. He got hard.

Philippa felt her husband begin to get hard. That made her feel good. ‘The old girl’s still got it’ she thought to herself, so badly mistakenly as she rolled onto her back.

In the dim light, Bob saw her udder-like tits flop to either side of her body. ‘Shit I could almost get my body between those two fucking melons’ he thought as he rolled on top of his wife. She opened her legs a little to give him the space between her sturdy thighs. He pressed the bulbous end of his cock against her lips.

“Mmmmmm” she murmured as his cock stimulated her clit.

Bob’s mind was full of images of Sammi and Sofi, their gorgeous bodies entwined, their tits pressed together and their mouths clamped. It was only those images that enabled him to shove his cock right up his wife’s cunt and fuck her. It didn’t take long.

*

Sammi hadn’t seen Bob for almost three weeks. It was the longest time they had not had sex since they had started. There was no one reason for it, just both of them being busy, Bob having to go to Frankfurt on business and Sammi attending a three day acting workshop at a conference centre in Oxfordshire.

“I hoped you would be here” the long haired, slim built, ruggedly handsome twenty five year old student actor said to Sammi in the bar on the first night they were there. They had chatted quite a lot during the breaks in the workshop and after an early dinner they were in a quiet corner of the bar.

Although they attended different stage schools and he was training to be an actor and Sammi a producer and writer, they met a few times a year at workshops and events like this. They’d had a fling a couple of years ago, but with Gil living in Manchester and attending a school there, it had fizzled out.

“And why pray sir, is that?” Sammi joked back.

“Well madam” Gil replied picking up on the banter. “I was hoping you would realise that.”

“How sir, could that be?”

“By casting your mind back to other times,” Gil replied running his eyes quite obviously up and down Sammi.

She was wearing a blue and white hooped, long sleeved tee shirt that had a scooped, but not particularly low, front and long, flared sleeves. Her denim, micro-skirt, was ridiculously yet hugely erotically short. Its ragged hem just covered the cheeks of her bum and she was wearing dark blue leggings. Over the tee shirt, she had a denim waistcoat with all the buttons undone. She had pleated her hair into a pigtail that flicked from shoulder to shoulder and from her chest to her back. She felt good and by the leers and ogles she got from the guys and the envious stares from the girls, she must have looked bloody good too.

“And what sir, were those times?”

Slightly hidden in a corner of the bar, Gil leaned forward and gripped her leg, just above her knee. “I doubt you really need me to remind you do you Sammi?” He said quietly squeezing her leg.

“Maybe no, but they are all in the past, now.”

“Sam” Gil said as he felt his cock starting to harden. “They don’t have to be do they?”

“What?”

“In the past” he said thickly as he slid his hand slightly further up her leg.

It was only just after seven, but the wine she had drunk at dinner had gone straight to her head and she felt slightly tipsy. Gil didn’t drink.

The first time he fucked in her bedroom they didn’t undress. After kissing her as they stood just inside the room, he had got his hand up her tee shirt and confirmed her lack of bra, which excited both of them. Gil fiddled her skirt up, her leggings and thong down and bending her forward onto the dressing table, he shagged her from behind.

“You really are a sod aren’t you?” Sammi said after he had finished.

“Yes but not so much that I forgot this” he smiled back holding up a well-filled condom.

“Ok thanks” Sammi smiled as she pulled her thong and tights back in place.

“Why are you doing that?”

“What?”

“Pulling your tights and panties up.”

That made Sammi feel a bit silly. ‘Why am I?’ She asked herself realising that with Bob she had got used to one single shag in a session.

“Come on luv, get yer kit off” Gil said adopting a cockney, instead of his natural Lancashire accent as he stood up and pulled his scruffy tee shirt over his head.

He was quite scrawny Sammi noted looking at his almost hairless chest. His ribs suck out making him look rather emaciated ‘An undernourished actor’ Sammi thought pleased that she was not planning to go that route with her career. As she pulled her tee shirt over her head and bared her breasts to him Gil muttered.

“Mmmmm even better than I remember,” as totally unselfconsciously he shucked his jeans down.

He wasn’t wearing underpants so his thick, long dick was on view to Sammi. To her surprise it was still semi-erect and that made her remember that he sometimes didn’t lose his erection after he had cum. That made her shiver a little for she realised that she was probably going to be fucked several times this evening. And that was precisely Gil’s intention.

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The first thing I noticed as I saw her walking into the office that morning was the mischievous smile upon her cherry kissed lips and a twinkle in her eyes as if she had just learned of a delightful little secret that was just too juicy not to share. She cooed “Good morning lads,” as she swayed in to the clock in machine. She got her time card from the pigeon holes on the wall and it started to punch in to her shift. She was dressed in her company uniform of a white dress shirt and black skirt, both which was a size too small but I didn’t complain about that.

Her dirty blond hair was always in a high ponytail and swished to and fro wherever she walked. The fabric of her shirt strained against her pert breasts outlining her bra and I could just kinda make out a pink bow on one of the straps. I wondered what she was wearing today, was it a plunge or demi bra? Her skirt moulded to her behind like a wet cloth and I could see a feint tanga panty line to which my heart raced. My dick twitched a bit and started to bulge; straining against my boxers.  She was in a playful mood today as she finished clocking in and as she turned around she caught me admiring her pert derriere. I flushed with embarrassment and started to go do something. She smiled to herself and innocently asked if I could come help her get something in the cupboard.

I said “Sure no problem, lead the way.” As she was walking in front of me she was talking about what a great night she had dancing at the new club which had opened up somewhere downtown but I didn’t hear a thing as her hips were swaying hypnotically from side to side lulling me into a trance; somewhat turning me on.

“Hey,” she said. 

“Are you listening to me?” I stammered “yes yes,” and continued following her to the walk-in linen cupboard as she needed table cloths for brunch set up. She went in to get some linen at the far end of the cupboard and she was stretching on her tippy toes to reach the top shelf. I went up to help and stood behind her and I accidentally nudged her with my hard on, I could hear an audible gasp from her and I started to apologise. She turned her head and flashed me a wicked grin and murmured huskily “Don’t apologise, I’m feeling a bit frisky this morning.”

With a sudden pasion in her eyes she backed her perfect behind onto my groin. I was dumbfounded at what was happening as I could feel myself getting harder.

She seductively scooted her tight ass against me and gyrated it till she found the outline of my dick and guided it to the groove between her ass cheeks. She started grinding my pole up and down, up… and down, as the material charged our bodies with static electricity and my desire popped a circuit.

I placed my hands on her hips very slowly at first thinking that she would swat them away but she didn’t, I pulled her deeper to my hard-on and she moaned a bit as my rod massaged her inner cheeks through the constrictive material. I released my grip from her hips and let my hands roam her body, as I cupped her breasts and massaged them over her shirt. I tugged at the shirt a bit and freed it from her waistband. I slid my hands up and under to her perk breasts which was cradled in a demi bra, I smiled to myself and thanked the Lord for my good fortune, I started fondling them through the sheer material and her nipples hardened to my touch as she sexily moaned. She steadied herself by holding onto the shelves in front of her as she grinded harder against my dick and I tried not to blow my load against her fantastic ass; as it has been a while. I started nuzzling the nape of her neck, catching a whiff of her perfume, Joy by Dior which overwhelmed my senses; god she smelled fantastic. As my hands moved down to her skirt  I slowly slid the material up with my palms, grazing her thighs until the black cotton panties peaked just under the hem of her skirt. I was in awe how she colour matched her underwear to her outfits for work, I never really actually thought about that. My fingers played across the front of the cotton material and I could feel the slight dampness against my fingertips.

She moaned a bit louder as I caressed her through the thin material. I slipped my hand inside her panties and felt the heat emanating from her little mound, I swiftly plunged a single digit into her wet pussy; she gasped and bucked against my hand, gripping onto the shelving to steady herself as pleasure rippled throughout her body, I slowly delved in and out of her hot snatch as she continued to grind on my dick. Her breathing was laboured almanbahis as she tweaked her nipples under the shirt and my finger started to get slick from her pussy  juice sliding in and out at a fevered rate. She looked at me over her shoulder with lust filled eyes and pleaded with me. “Take me now!” I looked at her and stammered that I wasnt packing and she said not too worry she was always prepared. Without a second thought I dropped my trousers and pulled her panties to the side as she stood against the shelves arching her back so I had better access; and with a  single long stroke I entered her, lifting her petite frame ever so slightly of the floor; impaling her with my hard cock as a low gurgling moan escaped me.

She whimpered “fuuuck” as I stood marvelling how tight she was  around my dick, my mind exploded with desire. As I withdrew she grunted “Ohshit”…I held her hips and slowly started getting into a rhythm as I started slamming her hot body into the linen. Whimpers broke through her lips as she desperately tried to hold in the erotic sounds. Her ass was slapping against my thighs as she tried to keep quiet, moaning through each hard long stroke. Her breathing became faster and shallower as she came closer and closer to Cumming. She helped herself along as she started rubbing her clit through her soaked panties and biting her lips as I increased the pace; my fingers digging into her soft flesh, she came screaming into the linen which made me climax and with a final hard thrust that pinned her whole body against the shelves, my dick erupted with an explosion of cum which I unloaded in her sweet pussy as my legs shuddered from the waves of pleasure cascading over me. I held onto her hips as my body pumped the last remnants of semen from my groin.

She was coming down from her own shuddering orgasm,  breathless, still twitching on my cock. We both stood there for a while as she leaned against me smiling. “Fuck that was hot…maybe you should come help me more sweetie.”  I withdrew from her with a gentle plop, cum and vaginal juice coating my dick. She wiggled out of  her panties and used it to clean herself from her juices and my warm spunk that dribbled down her inner thighs. “Lucky for you I’m on the pill.” She turned to me and placed the soaked panties in my pocket. Something to jerk off to later she teased.

I stood dumbfounded with a stupid grin on my sweaty face as she straightened herself out, she grabbed some linen and looked me up and down and smiled coyly and sneaked out of the cupboard. The rest of the day was a blur for me as I could not stop smiling.

Mid afternoon I had to go to a room that was out of order and move some furniture around. The room was on the furthest part of the hotel and the was quite isolated. As I put up the do not disturb sign on the door I went in and assessed the task ahead of me.  As I started to roll up my sleeves I heard my name l being called ever so playfully…I stopped and wondered if I was in the right room! I slowly walked around the corner and stopped dead in my tracks…there on the king size bed lay Zoe, absolutely starkers…she was slowly rubbing her moistened slit with one hand and tweaking her rock hard nipple with the other. She had freed her blond locks from the hated scrunchy and it framed her beautiful features like a godamn masterpiece. She huskily said “Hi there,” I stammered something incoherent as I just stood in awe. “I asked reception where you were going to be this afternoon and I decided after that phenomenal fuck this morning, I just had to have another one.”

I slowly walked to the edge of the bed…mesmerised by her perfect tits, they were the size of ripe cantaloupes and her nipples were like small erect brown olives, I did not have a chance to appreciate them that morning, they were moving up and down at a steady rhythm as she continued to pleasure herself, moaning seductively with each stroke of her finger while keeping eye contact with me. Her body was petite, tanned and taut as she loved the beach life so she made sure she was bikini ready. Her toned legs were playfully swaying from side to side as she rubbed her moist cooch, eyes half closed with a soft smile on her lips; she looked at me and said “Well?”

I leaned across and grabbed her legs and yanked her to the edge of the bed as she squealed with laughter. I pinned her wrists above her head and kissed her passionately and she responded to my kiss playfully and started sucking on my tongue. The bulge in my pants grew as she writhed under my weight gyrating her hips on my boner.  I broke the kiss off and started to work my way down her gorgeous body.

I left a trail of sloppy kisses down the nape of her neck (there was that Dior scent again, drove me godamn wild) as my tongue wandered over to her heaving breasts. I cupped the soft mound of her left tit in my hand caressing it till I could feel the stiffening nipple in my palm as I licked her other pert breast and took the hardened almanbahis giriş nipple in my mouth and sucked till I heard her moan. I started to get delirious with lust as I moved down stopping at her belly button, she had a piercing of a swarovski stud and I suckled on that ever so gently rolling my tongue over the piercing and dipping it in and out of her belly button, a bit of saliva trailed my tongue. I could feel the excitement in her taught stomach muscles as I moved down towards her most sensuous part of her body; I knelt in front of her and lifted her legs over my shoulders.

She had the cutest landing strip of golden hair that led to her moist slit, I tenderly nipped at her inner thighs as I neared my goal. She propped herself on her elbows and spurred me on with her husky voice. “Yes baby, please lick my little muffin, please make me cum, make me.. ooooh fuuuck!” I delved right in as my tongue darted in and out of her labia folds, I parted her lips and licked her from the bottom to the very top, her musk filled my nose and throat as I lapped at her pussy as it was the cats milk. She clamped her thighs around my head and lifted her hips to gain more access to my tongue. “Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck” she whimpered. I took my time, savoring each moan, each exhaled ‘fuck’, every tine i got a response my dick got harder I slowly moved from licking and started sucking on her clit which just drove her wild as she clamped harder and pulled my head deeper to herself, she started grinding on my tongue “OGOD, fuck…fuck!”

I continued to eat her out and consume the flowing juices of her cute pussy. At that point I wondered how long she had been waiting for me… lying naked on the bed, thinking of how she would seduce me, playing with her pussy getting herself wet with excitement, thinking how “if” she got caught by someone else was just so fucking hot. At one point I put my hands under her ass and lifted it up and slurped her like an oyster, her hands gripped my head “OOOOH…FUUUCK.TAKE.ME.NOW.FUCK.”

At that very moment in time I sucumbed to my base animal instincts and released her stunning pussy from my lips, as she let out a groan of disappointment and anticipation…I pulled my pants down and brought her hips to the edge of the bed again and with a growl of desire I plunged my rock hard dick into that sweet, sweet passage. “OH” she exclaimed, arching her back and gripping the sheets as I held my composure, not withdrawing from her tight tunnel, her breasts heaving from the exquisite torture, her lust filled eyes pleading with me to hold it there for a bit longer. I almost came right there as she gripped me like a vice. As I withdrew from her she gurgled a throaty moan “Ohhgaaawd,” and I plunged back into her and her eyes rolled back as she mouthed “omyfuckinggawd.”

Sweat was beading around her beautiful bouncing breasts as I started pumping her faster and faster deeper and harder. “Fuckfuckomygodfuck, pleaseplease.”

I was completely dumbfounded at this stunning beauty who was rocking my world at this very moment, I did the unthinkable; I stopped and pulled out with a moan of disapprovement from her. I lifted her of the bed and spun her around and stood behind her. She was breathing heavily, leaning against me as I nibbled her ear and tweaked her nipple of her left breast. She mewed ever so huskily as I held her sex in the palm of my right hand and massaged her clit, rubbing it slowly in circular motions and then I increased the pressure and speed which made her gasp with pleasure, she leaned forward a bit and my wet dick slid in between her thigh gap. She realised she had an unique opportunity to get her own back for driving her crazy with lust and so she clamped her thighs together trapping my erection between her taught supple legs, she started to pivoted her hips forwards and backwards jerkin me off with her sweaty thighs increasing her pace as she arched her back to get maxim hold of my dick and it felt fucking hot as I exhaled a mighty “GODAAAAMNIT!!” 

I quickened my pace with my hands rubbing her swollen clit till her legs buckled under the sheer pleasure of my touch and I let her fall forwards onto the bed. Her body gleamed of sweat and she almost shimmered in the glow of the sunlight streaming through the window. I marveled this beautiful woman, this fucking godess who let me ravish her. I positioned myself behind her perfectly shaped ass as her engorged pussy was glistening from the fucking. She lay with her arms outstretched trying to catch her breath, looking over her shoulder with come get me eyes. She cooed “What are you already fini…OH FUCK!!” she screamed into the mattress as I rammed my dick into her. All I could hear were muffled moans of ecstasy “ohohohogodogodfuckfuckfuck!” I held onto her hips and fucked like my life depended on it. Her pussy gripped my dick and it felt like it never wanted to let go as the slapping sounds filled the room. “Fuckmefuckme,” she moaned into the covers as I almanbahis yeni giriş was getting ready to burst, I stopped for a brief second and grabbed one of the pillows and propped it under her hips and plunged into her wet hot passage one more time hitting her spot and getting rewarded with moans of desire.

“Yesyesyesohyesgodyesfuckfuckyeeeeees!” She came hard as she climaxed, convulsing around my dick screaming my name into the mattress as I held onto her hips riding with her climax as I thrusted into her harder and deeper, to the hilt… my hot cum shooting into her wet snatch, I collapsed next to her, breathless…in awe, looking at her sweat browed face coming back from her plateau smiling as she tried to catch her breath. “Well that was unexpected…again.”

We just lay for a bit, bodies heaving in post ecstasy and then she stood up saying that was fun but she had to go clean up before she had to leave. She went into the bathroom and I could hear the water from the shower hitting the tiles. I stood up and wandered over and saw her standing in the big walk in shower as the hot water cascaded down her supple body, she started to soap herself up…her dirty blonde hair clung to her wet shoulders as the soap suds formed around her pert breasts and flowed down her taut stomach getting caught in that beautiful matted landing strip. She used the sponge to soap her tight, perfect ass and I started getting hard again. I removed the rest of my clothes and entered the shower. I stood behind her and grabbed the shampoo and started washing her hair, massaging her scalp and base of her neck eliciting a sultry moan, I took some soap from her and started to lather her tits from behind, “What are you doing?” she giggled as she scooted back and felt my dick press against the small of her back and she exclaimed “Again!” astonished at my recovery.

I told her that she made me this hard, I spun her around and scooped her up against the wet wall of the shower. She looked at me with desire as I started lowering her down onto my hard cock. Agonisingly slow, deliberately slow, inching down bit by bit, holding her gaze as she enveloped my dick with her tight pussy. She gasped as I penetrated her and she locked her legs around me, spearing herself with pleasure as she moaned my name…I cupped her ass in both hands and positioned my knees against the wall and lifted her off my throbing dick and let her drop, time and time again… ‘FUCK’…’FUCK’…’FUUUUCK,” she moaned in my ear.

She pulled me closer with her legs every time I let her drop trying to get as much of me in her. The wet slapping and moaning noises filled the bathroom, as the steam filled room became hot. She clung onto me as I kept impaling her and I lost all control and started fucking her with unbridled energy against the shower wall, her ass bouncing off the wet tiles as she tried to match my rhythm. I clamped my mouth over one off her erect nipples sucking the hot  soapy water from it and drew a gurgling moan from her. Unfortunately in my frenzied pounding I lost my footing and took a tumble to the ground bringing her with me. Both of us lay on the drenched floor, trying catching our breath but then she seized her moment and in a flash she jumped on me. I looked up at this stunning hot woman straddling me, water flowing down her wet glistening body and I wished this moment would never to end.

She leaned to the side and picked up the liquid soap from the shelf and spurted a glob in her hand; she reached behind her and grabbed my cock and slowly started to jerk me off, lathering up my rod with slow and deliberate movements as she teased her pussy just out of reach of my soapy hard member. She smiled as I grunted with every tug she performed, slowly sliding her wet body up and down mine whilst holding onto my cock stroking it up and down, up…and down, I was delirious with need as she smiled at the power she had over me in that moment.

Slowly she slid down over my soaped up cock; trapping it with her hot wet muff, coating her vagina with the extra suds, teasing my dick with her slick soapy slit. I tried to gain entry to her pussy as she tormented my dick with the most sensational slip and slide of my life. I just lay helpless groaning her name. She steadied herself with one hand on my chest as she lifted herself up and my dick sprang free from her sleek body, she hovered above my engorged dick as she gave me a passionate kiss, her tongue swirling with mine…and then slammed her hot sex down on my foamy rod. She impaled herself on me as we both shuddered with pleasure. Her tight pussy gripped my dick pulsating with heat as I groaned a throaty “FUUUCK” she smiled at my response…”This time I’m in charge sweetie,” she slowly started rocking her hips backwards and forwards, water falling around us, my dick feeling the intense pressure of her pussy, her moaning spurring me on as she found the best rhythm for hitting her spot. I fondled her tits as she started speeding up the pace and grinding her pussy on my dick. My hands dropped from her breasts as I held onto her ass, my fingers dug into her supple flesh as I pulled her in on every stroke of her sensuous hips. I was groaning and grunting as she was yelping “godgodgodgodgodfuckfuckfuckfuck…”

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