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“Mf.”

What’s that? A pretty voice I don’t quite recognize, off to my left…right where my elbow just went.

I open my eyes, and I don’t recognize where I am. Sunlight shafts in through a window above my head, illuminating laundry baskets filled with folded laundry, a sliding closet door half-open on racks of sensible girlwear–nope, this is surely not my apartment. Carol’s clothes were what she would call ‘executive’ and what the rest of the world would call ‘whorish’. My eyes wander onto the dresser; a few cosmetics up there next to a small lighted mirror and a waitress’ apron hanging from one of the dresser drawer pulls.

Waitress.

I turn my head, and see red-gold curls all over the pillow, next to me. I move my arm just a little, and yes, she is nude next to me, her breathing is even, she is so very warm and I’m struck with wonder that this beautiful woman would somehow be naked in bed with Fred. Sure, I’ve been able to pick up women, but….not good women. Not like Emma, the wet dream of every man in Jerry’s Bar even before they’d had a drink and who bowls better than anyone I’ve ever seen. No, I mean women like…well, Carol.

Oh, yeah. Carol. Shit…I’m glad. I’m glad I caught her cheating, just getting away from her is best for both of us. This must be a regular thing for her, with her on business trips every week for three weeks and then one week off, the week she had her period.

So, I feel like a dupe about Carol, and court might get ugly. But I’m the happiest guy alive.

I roll toward Emma and brush her hair away from her face. She’s got sleep dirt in her eye and she is still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever been with, maybe even seen. She’s been my barmaid for a couple of years–the gorgeous one, you don’t dare flirt with her because she can kill you with a look–and this morning, early Christmas morning, I’d made her scream my name under her Christmas tree. I smiled to myself; I’d come down her chimney last night…

But now it’s Christmas Day, and time to face the music.

I get out of bed quietly, so I don’t disturb her, and I’m realizing as I reach for my pants that no, you do not slink away from a girl like this. I slip back into bed and run my cold big toe down Emma’s shin.

“Mf..heh?” Emma’s eyes didn’t open.

“Emma?”

Her eyes snap open and fix on mine. “Here,” she says, hoarse and groggy. “Fred…oh God, Fred, what did you do to me?”

I take her into my arms and we kiss–shallowly, for morning breath. She maneuvers her warm calves around my cold feet. “Brr, you’ve been up. Did you make coffee?” She gives me that glorious smile, wide and fun and summery.

“Do we have coffee?” I reply with a grin. I had been able to find very little in her kitchen last night for dinner, and I might have noticed coffee.

“Well, no, but I think you could make it out of nothing after that pasta, which you have to work off me by the way.”

“We need more pasta,” I tell her and she giggles against my neck. I run my hands along her slim side and am surprised at how wiry she is, the strength in her seeming fragility. It’s reasonable; she was a pro bowler. My hand finds her waist, slides up to her shoulder, over her shoulder and ends cupping her left breast. Emma’s eyes close and I feel a little tremor pass through her.

I press my hand against her, rubbing her breast against her chest but without a lot of friction to her nipple. Hers are really sensitive. She moans and then uncoils, all graceful and slow, and moves out of the covers as if surfacing. Her hand finds me already hard and she strokes and she kisses me and she is laying me back on the bed, her eyes on mine, still tugging my dick.

Emma straddles me. She pauses a moment, I feel her lift me and position–and then she’s sliding onto me, a little at a time, and those blue blue eyes go vacant as she feels me in her. Now she is lifting, lifting forever and it’s all I can do to keep my hips from rising to stay inside her, and now she slides down in one stroke and I gasp and run my hands along her hips.

“Ohhh, damn!” Emma yells, and she lifts herself off me without ceremony and runs to the dresser. “I hate these things.” She tears open a condom and rolls it onto me, then she’s back aboard before any loss of altitude. “They kill the mood, you know–unh…” I bottomed out in her and she threw her head back and drew in a long shaky breath.

Emma reaches out and grabs my wrists, stretches my arms above me, and holy shit, I really can’t move. She has me, and she knows it, and now she’s leaned way down onto me, and looking me in the eye, and smiling that smile, and she rocks her hips and grinds her mons against my pubic bone and I see her breathing catch, and she rises and lets go of my wrists and I get the full glare of that smile and…I…fight…but I lose, I have to lose when I see that smile widen and her blue eyes grow big. “Oh God Fred, yes, do it, come now–“

I feel myself blast like a shotgun inside her and the blast echoes tesettürlü escort throughout my body. I feel my guts wind like a catapult and warm chills all over as they release. All I see is Emma, riding me, grinning at me and glowing with the aura of a woman in happy coitus.

“Raise your legs,” she tells me, and I do, and she is reclining back against my legs, kneeling backward, and I am still inside her, and now she is drawing little circles on her clitoris with one hand, spreading herself and occasionally dipping to the wetness between us, and she lays there spread for me, watching me watching her demonstrate her masturbation technique. She slides her fingers up and down now, along the sides of clit, and her breathing deepens. And now I’ve got enough wood just watching her that she can feel it inside her, and her eyes go vacant again and she wriggles on my dick. “Ohh–Fred–oh hold me baby?” and her arms are around my neck and I’m railing into her and she is gasping in my ear, and her ‘unh’s are raising both in pitch and in volume and I feel her gush onto me, I can’t come yet, it’s too soon, but it isn’t and I do and I am, and I cry her name and I feel the condom overflow onto me as I spurt, shooting into her over and over and gradually slowing, Emma coming to rest with her head on my chest and making soft whimpering sounds and trembling.

“Baby, this thing is leaking all over…”

“Hm? Oh. Uh, yeah,” Emma replies vacantly. “Take it off then.”

“Um, most of it is still way up inside you.”

“Huh? Oh!” She chuckles, then lifts herself off me. The condom goes with her, spilling the rest of my wonderful time onto my belly. I hold the condom while she rises and it pulls from her. Emma feels along the side of the bed and produces a wastebasket; I throw the rubber into the can and she drops it, then skootches down to lick my spend off my lower belly. I lay back and put my hand on Emma’s head, stroking her hair, and begin to let sweet post-coital sleep take me, but I know I have things to do and stop myself. I lever my way to a sitting position, with my feet on the floor, and Emma slides into position beside me. “Going somewhere?” She bats her eyes coyly.

I sigh. “Yes, unfortunately, I have to.”

I watch Emma’s face fall, and it’s heartbreaking. “On Christmas?”

I nod. “I have to see about my apartment.”

“Well, Fred–” She broke off, and I looked at her, waiting. “Wow, I just really met you yesterday, and I’m about to ask you to move in with me. I’m crazy, huh?”

“Yes, Emma. You’re crazy.” I kiss her lips, and they’re sticky; I taste myself on her. “And I would love to live with you. But,” and I watch her eyes widen, “you don’t have anything in my size. All my clothes are at my apartment.”

“Oh, Fred… your wife is at your apartment.”

“Ex-wife,” I correct. “Yes, and I have to make sure she knows that she’s out of there on the first of February, unless she decides to take over the lease. And that I’m out of there today. And that I need my clothes and bowling ball.”

“You know it makes me worry, Fred,” Emma told me, and her blue eyes clouded to a misty grey. “You’ll talk to her, and you’ll miss her, and she’ll want you back, I know she will.”

“Honey, you don’t know the woman. I myself wonder how I stood her so long.” I encircle Emma with my arm and kiss her, tender. “But if you want to, you can come with me.”

I watch her eyes deepen to blue again. “I’d like to see where you used to live.”

I love Emma’s laughter. It makes even the crummiest stuff all right, like rounding the corner of my apartment building and finding all my stuff outside in boxes. She wastes no time in poking around inside the nearest box, which evidently has ties in it. She pulls out the bowling one, with a view down a lane at pins flying before a hurtling ball, and looks charmed beyond imagining. “Aw, it’s a bowling tie! Was it a gift?”

I nod and she tweezes the tie between her thumb and index finger. I laugh. “My buddy Mark got that for me two years ago.” Emma grins and pulls the tie to her, smelling my aftershave on it and looking beatific.

I take the tie from her and knot it around my neck, then take it off and hand it to her. She puts it on and tightens it over her coat, looking distinguished, and flashes me that big Emma grin and I feel all melty inside. We pick up boxes and take them to the car. I begin to load the car and she walks back for another load.

While I load I hear yelling, and look up to see Carol, pointing a finger at Emma and Emma backing away.

“Hey!” I yell. Carol turns to me and I see contempt in her eyes.

“Oh, is this yours?” she asks, indicating Emma. “I thought it was a garbage picker. But then,” and she looked me up and down like some kind of specimen, “I guess it is. Aren’t you, darlin’?” Carol gives her her best brat sneer. Emma doesn’t move. “Well? Aren’t you a garbage picker?” Carol gets in her face.

Emma just smiles. “I picked you, didn’t I?”

There’s türbanlı escort a pause while Carol figures out she’s been insulted. Emma has time to walk away and end it here but she doesn’t move, and Carol takes a swing.

Emma looks like she never moves, and Carol is flying through the air. I can’t tell what she did. But whatever it is, it looks effortless and launches a five-ten brunette through space. Carol lands in the snow on the lawn and she’s up spoiling for a fight.

“Please, I don’t want to fight,” Emma tells her reasonably. She’s smiling a little.

“Well I do.” Carol flings a snowball at Emma and it hits me in the side of the head as I enter to break it up.

“Hey, enough!” I yell.

“Um, Fred, you need to move,” Emma tells me softly. Carol looks at her.

“Why?” I ask her.

“Because you’re going to be in the middle of a cat fight if you don’t,” she replies, and I hear the laugh in her voice as she stoops for a handful of snow.

“Okay then,” I reply amiably, and back away. Carol’s eyes follow me with a betrayed look; I realize she was counting on me breaking this up. Instead I look straight back at her. “Go on, you started it,” I tell her.

“I thought you didn’t want to fight,” Carol asks her, her voice a bit uncertain now that no-one’s going to rescue her.

“You said you did. I’m easy,” Emma tells her with a grin.

“Yeah, well, obviously,” Carol says snidely. Emma laughs.

“I never cheated on any of my boyfriends, let alone my husband,” she responds. “At the Shady Rest during a snowstorm, hm?”

“Beats another night at home with this boring piece of shit nobody–Owww!” Emma’s smile is gone and her snowball takes Carol high on the cheek. “Oww! No fair, I wasn’t ready!”

“Ready enough to talk shit about someone I care for,” Emma replied.

“He’s my husband and you can’t…have him!” Carol yells, and she throws herself at Emma, who just stands, watching her approach, and steps deftly to the side. She trips Carol into a snowbank.

“No fair, I wasn’t ready,” Emma tells her with a dollop of angry spite mixed into her sweet high voice. “Just like you’re not ready to be married if you can’t at least be nice to the poor guy you roped into doing it with you. Oh, and last night–I had him. Oh yeah.”

Carol walks up to her–no more throwing herself at people just because they’re smaller, I see–and pulls back her right arm to deck her, but before she can get that one away, Emma’s own right connects with Carol’s eye. I hear it from here and I hurt in sympathy; I know that’s going to turn black and I know as sure as sunshine she will blame it on her abusive ex-husband. I pull out my cellphone and snap pictures, including a video clip of Carol circling Emma warily and Emma smiling and waving to the camera.

“Hi, Mom, this is me cleaning up the neighborhood!” she yells, and I laugh hard enough to shake the camera. Carol picks this opportunity to land a solid hit to Emma’s chin, and Emma rocks for a beat.

“Hey, you hit me! Good one,” Emma tells her amiably, and I think this is what turns Carol off of the fight entirely; for her it’s personal, her pride is at stake, and for Emma it’s…kind of like a car wreck on the freeway–you have to look, but it’s no-one you know.

And now Carol rocks back, and again, and she is driven backward by a flurry of combinations. “Do it this way next time,” Emma is telling her, “and you stay on your opponent’s weak side, and if you’re really lucky or your partner’s really bad–” and she lets a punch fly solidly into Carol’s side; her arms drop to protect her and she doubles over a little bit. I can’t hear what she’s saying now but I see her lips move. The women circle and as Emma nears me, I hear she is continuing Carol’s boxing lesson.

“So you feint, like this–” and Emma’s hard little fist snakes out toward the hurt place in Carol’s side, and Carol drops her guard to protect that place and her jaw is bare. Emma’s other fist darts out, fast but with arm behind it, and cracks against Carol’s chin, snapping her head back, and I see that suddenly no-one is there behind Carol’s eyes. “–and boom.” Emma steps behind Carol and catches her, easing her to the snowy concrete. A quick look at the puffs of steam blowing into the cold air from Carol’s nostrils, and a feel of her neck for a pulse, and Emma straightens to face me, her face rueful. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Ladies don’t box; it’s unladylike.”

I step forward and, grabbing her wrist, raise her arm in the classic victory. “The Winnah!” I take her in my arms. “I bet you could kick my ass.”

“Maybe,” she says quietly, looking deep into my eyes, “but I haven’t seen you do a damn thing to deserve it. She egged me on, she told me she wanted to fight me, I begged her–“

To my surprise, she’s crying a little. I kiss her tears away. “I know, I saw. She wouldn’t have let it come to anything other than you or her stretched out on the ground.” I look tüyap escort at Carol, still out cold. “It happened just right, baby, you tried to make her better even while she was trying to bring you down. Where’d you learn to fight like that anyway?” But I know what she will say as soon as I ask, and we answer together. “PBA tour.” Emma used to be a professional bowler, and seems to have learned everything about being a great wife on tour with the PBA.

Emma laughs and wipes her tears away. “Fred, you know me! That’s sweet. Where’s your rock?”

“My what?”

“Bowling ball, didn’t you say–“

“Oh yeah, that’s not here.” I feel for my car keys, and for certainty I take Carol’s keys. “Let’s go look. I’ll give you the tour.”

We take the stairs rather than the elevator; it’s shorter for only two flights so I take them all the time. Emma doesn’t seem tired by the climb but she is shaking from adrenaline withdrawal. At my apartment the knob looks new; sure enough, my key doesn’t work. I try hers and we’re in.

“Everything okay? Are they gone?” A naked man steps out of the bedroom, sees me, and freezes.

“Yeah, they’re gone,” Emma tells him, smirking. “Put something on, okay?”

He puts his hands in front of his dick, and he’s shaking. His eyes are big and he can’t look away from me. I spread my hands, showing him the palms. “Relax, buddy. Frank Caswell, I take it?”

He nods, speechless.

“Listen, I don’t think you know just what Carol is. I know you won’t listen to this, but you ought to do yourself a favor and run away from her.” He looks panicky and I continue. “I mean, she’s not a nice person. I don’t know how long you guys have been doing this, and I don’t really care to now. But she’s a beautiful woman–” I feel Emma’s light punch on the side of my arm. “–And you’re gonna do what you’re gonna do. Frank…” I drew a breath. “I’ll tell you right now that I’m sorry, to save me the trouble later. Now if you’ll excuse me,” and I step past him into the bedroom, into the closet where a good deal of someone else’s duds are already hanging. On the floor in the corner I find my bowling bag, and I heft it out. I snag a few of my outfits and carry them on the hangers, and my good shoes, which go in a box under my bowling-bag arm. As I leave the bedroom Emma takes the shoes.

“Bye, Frank,” I tell him, and walk out the door, Emma in tow. I hear her chuckle all the way down the stairs.

Carol is ringing for the elevator as we walk past, and she faces Emma with wide eyes. Emma walks up slowly. “You know, I didn’t want this,” she tells Carol. “I begged you not to fight me. That didn’t mean I can’t fight.”

“Yeah, well, you and your boyfriend get to pay me alimony.” She sneered at me. “What have you got there?”

I shrug and show her. “I bought you that bowling ball,” she says, as full of spite as I ever heard her–which is quite a lot. “You can’t have it.”

“I bought you that dress,” I tell her. “I want it back. Now.”

“Fuck you. I’ll see you in court over this. She assaulted me.”

I hold up my phone. “I got movies, Carol.”

The elevator door opens and she steps inside. “You know what, Fred? You’re a lousy lay as well as a dumb gullible son of a bitch.”

“God, you’re a liar,” Emma chips in, and with a dagger look Carol gets in the elevator and the doors close.

I turn to Emma, and I see that fun, sunny grin and she takes me arm. Her eyes are blue as the overhead sky on a summer afternoon. “You’re incredible, Emma,” I tell her. “I wish I could have seen you on that tour.” I think of her on tour, learning how to suck cock and fight. “I bet you had a boyfriend, huh?”

“No, not exactly,” she replies. “I had a few guys I slept with but no boyfriends…just a girlfriend.” Her voice falls very low when she says this.

“A…girlfriend?” I think of Emma with another woman and the thought goes straight to my crotch.

“It wasn’t a good breakup,” Emma told me, and her blue eyes clouded. “She’s the reason I left the tour.” She chances to look down at my crotch, and a laugh escapes her. “You fuckin’ pervert! Anything that smacks of lesbian sex and your tail’s a waggin’.”

I don’t address this; I just get in the car and open her door. “What was her name?”

“Genevieve,” she replies. “Same as the girl who runs the skinny-bar outside town. But no relation.”

“Genevieve. Pretty name.”

“I told her I’d name my first girl that. But it started to look like there’d be no family, no man around the house, and I’d be Emma Grossberger forever. I couldn’t do that, and Gen needed that. So I left the tour, and spent the next two years single. There was one guy I liked right when I got into town, but it turned out he was married and no-one else looked as good.”

I’m embarrassed by this.

“So now, two years later, here I am with the guy I dreamed about. I used to listen to you talk about stuff with Tony whats-his-name, the playboy guy? I always laughed at your jokes, when you weren’t looking.” She pauses. “That guy’s a whore, you know?”

I shrug as we get into the car. “Tony’s a good guy.”

“I know,” she says. “He’s your good friend.”

“How do you know that, little girl?” I raise an eyebrow at her. Emma chuckles and pins me with that blue gaze and that heartbreak smile.

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Having towelled myself dry I realised I hadn’t brought any change of clothes into the bathroom.

Walking back along towards our bedroom my mind wandered to an episode of ‘Friends’ which I’d recently seen again where ‘Rachel’ found herself enjoying the experience of being naked around her flat.

I’m not sure if it was just the liberating feeling of not being ‘restrained’ as I moved, or the sudden thought of Jennifer Aniston, but I could certainly feel the blood starting to flow to my prick.

I was tempted to lie on our bed there and then and jerk myself off, well my wife Lynne was away again on one of her regular business trips, but I knew I really ought to grab myself something to eat before logging into what was bound to be a very boring sales presentation.

One of the advantages of being a home-based salesman was that I could break up the day by going for a run, as I had just done, or to the gym.

Our house was set well away from any neighbours and couldn’t be over-looked and so I decided to enjoy this new liberated feeling a bit longer and walked back to scope up my sweaty running stuff to take downstairs to the utility room.

I knew I’d left a pair of socks in the lounge the previous evening and so I meandered in there, retrieved the offending items and deciding I ‘really must do this more’ I almost found myself whistling as I now made my way back towards the kitchen.

My mood had considerably lightened since before going for my run, the thought of sitting through a presentation for half an hour or so on a product that I already knew thoroughly prompting me to go out and blitz a quick 4-5 miles to clear my head.

As I now breezed into the kitchen my whole demeanour changed in an instant as I was startled to see Vicky standing there, a broad grin suddenly appearing on her face as I did a quick ‘double-take’ and she, rather obviously, looked straight down her eyes fixing on my longer-than-normal-looking cock, happily dangling and swinging below.

“Well, hello” she smiled, as I stood there transfixed for a moment before dropping the clothes to the floor and, in a rather comical fashion, moving both my hands to try to cover my groin area.

“Hel..Hello..what are you doing here?” I sort of stammered.

Her eyes moving back up, Vicky lifted a holdall she was holding and said, “I’d tried the front door but there wasn’t any answer.”

She worked part-time as a dental nurse and was presumably either on her way to or from there as she was dressed in a ¾ length white lab coat which, for some reason, made her look even more sexy than usual.

“Sorry, I was in the shower.”

“So you don’t always walk around like that?” she smiled.

“No” I replied, shaking my head and half-laughing, aware that although I felt really uncomfortable my blooming cock was starting to stiffen once more.

“That’s a shame, I’d have to come round a lot more often if you did…especially if you also leave the back door ajar.”

My prick jerked and twitched at this and we just stood looking straight at each other for a moment or two.

“Well it looks”, Vicky said, taking a step forward and putting the bag we’d leant them onto the kitchen table, “as though ‘someone’ is pleased to see me.”

‘Them’ was her and Mark, an old mate, who had been with Vicky for nearly a year now after his wife had left him. I’d actually known Vicky at school, some 25 years ago, where she was one of the cutest girls in our year but only seemed to go out with guys from the year above.

When Mark had told me that he’d hooked up with her I ‘congratulated’ him and confessed that, along with half the other boys in our school, I’d had the hots for her back then. She had an elfin-looking face and a rather naughty, suggestive smile even at that age.

Mark works shifts and so we don’t see that much of each other but the few times that I’d seen him and Vicky she had certainly still looked very attractive.

Her slighty-pointy face gave her a similar look to Jennifer Aniston and her shoulder-length hair was cropped in a similar manner. Only about 5’4″ tall, she was slim but with a shapely looking backside and quite a large-looking bust for her slight frame.

They seemed very happy but she was certainly a bit flirty, once commenting on my ‘impressive’ physique as she felt my pecs through the tight-fitting t-shirt I’d been wearing.

Mark didn’t actually help matters by rather bragging that she was “virtually a nymph” and that they’d done ‘it’ several times a day when they were first together.

Her words now had made my cock spring even further to attention and, as she took a step towards me, her gaze dropped again to where I was struggling to hide my now, rock solid erection.

“Don’t you think” she grinned, taking a further couple of slow steps forward, “I should say ‘hello’ properly?”

I gulped, trying to gather myself but feeling totally transfixed to the spot as Vicky edged even closer, her gaze moving back up me as she reached out to slowly üsküdar escort run a finger-tip down my chest.

She was now so close that I could feel her breath on me, her gorgeous smell filling my nostrils as her eyes followed her finger-tip back down and then continued so that she could quite obviously see my enlarged, purple helmet sticking out from above my hands.

“Ni..i..ice” she smiled, “verrrry niiice…looks like I should have said very pleased to see me,” she grinned in a very satisfied, cat-whose-got-the-cream sort-of-way.

“But…you’re my mate’s…” I started, emotions swirling, my head virtually spinning, as I took a slight backwards movement.

“Yes”, she smiled, stepping forward once more and lightly pressing herself into my body, “but what he doesn’t know….” and, as she let it trail off she ran her finger-tip down me, only this time it went from my flat stomach to then touching and gently rubbing the tip of my cock, causing it to twitch and jerk excitedly.

My head felt like it might explode now and I closed my eyes, as if trying to pretend that this wasn’t really happening, gulping several further times.

Closing my eyes, however, only made things worse as it just heightened the sensation of Vicky now rolling the underside of her finger more firmly around the head of my cock as I also felt her press her soft, delicate lips lightly against my neck.

“This can be…could be…our little…secret” she was breathing as I tried to block out just how good this was feeling and force myself to do something to stop it.

“Or, should I say, our big, hard secret.”

“But….” I started, but immediately stopped as I felt her cool hand now slip inside mine, her finger-tips running down to grope at my balls whilst her thumb and the palm of her hand pressed firmly against my shaft and the helmet.

“With Mark’s shifts” she breathed close to my ear, “I do get frustrated…very frustrated.”

“But…” I tried rather feebly again.

“I know” she continued,” you’re happy with Lynne and I’m happy with Mark…this’ and she now wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft and gently wanked me a couple of times, causing me to groan deeply, “would just be our bit of dirty, secret, fun.”

Vicky Jarvis was holding my cock! Vicky Jarvis was wanking me!!

As I moaned and arced my head back she again kissed at my stretched out neck, this time more firmly and pressing her body more closely to mine.

“You’d actually be doing him…and me….a favour…by stopping me getting involved with anyone who might want more than just that.”

I had moved backwards a fraction further which meant that I was actually now pinned against the kitchen wall as this sexy, 41 year old woman, gently kissed her way from my neck to my shoulder, then round to my chest as I tried to find the strength to scream ‘NO!’

Her slim fingers now let go of my straining cock and she pulled my ands apart and away as she began to kiss her way down my chest and stomach, her hair lightly brushing against my skin as she did so.

Opening my eyes I looked down just in time to see Vicky, now kneeling in front of me, pull my cock towards her eager looking face.

She looked up at me, as if giving me one last chance to put a stop to all this but there was no way I could stop now.

The smile on her face as I didn’t make any further, pathetic attempt to do so was a big turn-on in itself and I literally trembled as I watched and felt her trail her tongue along the under-side of my shaft and then enclose her soft lips around the head of my cock.

Vicky Jarvis had my cock in her mouth! Vicky Jarvis was sucking my cock!!

“Ohhh…my…god” I breathed, for the first time reaching down to touch her, as if acknowledging that I really wanted this too.

The truth is that although my wife and I were very ‘happy’ as Vicky had said, we had become rather stuck in a sexual routine, one which didn’t include oral sex any more since my wife had ‘confessed’ that she actual wasn’t very keen on it a number of years before.

So, to now have my prick being lightly kissed and sucked by such a cute, sexy lady, in such an expert way was a dream come true – I had actually dreamt of Vicky a few times, and thought of her when having sex with my wife, but would have never done anything to actually try and instigate what was now happening.

I moved my hands from her shoulders up to play with her hair as Vicky continued to just kiss and lick at the tip of my cock, seeming to enjoy the taste and reaction she was getting from it twitching and jerking at her loving caress and by the guttural moans and groans I was emitting.

“Fuck…that’s good…so good” I breathed as she lapped at the tip before once more just placing her lips around the helmet and lightly sucking at it, tickling the very end with that marvellous tongue of hers.

“God…Ohhh, god…I might come just like this,” I warned her, concerned that I could just explode at any yenibosna escort moment and not sure how she’d react if I came in her mouth — something my wife had never let me do.

Rather than making her stop, Vicky just slid her soft lips firmly all the way down my shaft and began to suck back and forth along the length, one hand cradling my balls and the other pulling me to her by my bare backside, as she urgently sucked me.

I’d never had a women get so obviously worked up and frantic whilst giving me a blow-job and it didn’t take very long for me to feel my orgasm about to hit.

“Going to come…going to come…going to….ohhhhhhh” I trailed off as my cock spurted load after load deep down the throat of this sexy lady.

Vicky just held herself there, now groping at my balls with both her hands as if to encourage every last pump-load of come possible down into her welcoming, hot mouth and throat.

As I looked down to enjoy the sight of her with her mouth still clamped around my cock I lightly placed my hands to her face so that I could feel her now slurping at my prick and moving her mouth up and down me once more.

“Very…nice” she smiled, removing me from her mouth but kissing at and along my shaft.

“VEEERY nice”

“I’m sorry…” I started to apologise.

“What for … I wanted you to come in my mouth?” she smiled up at me as she got to her feet, pressing her slim, lithe body to me as she trailed the palm of her left hand all around my naked body.

“I meant…for coming…so quickly…for doing this at all” I replied, pangs of guilt already starting to form, as the high of such a mighty orgasm rescinded.

“Well, you didn’t really ‘do’ anything, did you?” Vicky breathed. “I was the one ‘doing’ the ‘doing’ so, if you now feel guilty about any of this, we can just stop and that will be that.”

As she was saying this, however, she was looking up at me, snuggled into my naked body with her left thigh now traipsed over me, a mix of innocent, helpless little lady and wanton, sexy vixen on her face.

“Well, ‘he’ seems to have made up his mind” she sort-of pleaded, lightly rubbing her finger-tips over my just spent cock which was already showing signs once more of springing back to life.

Her touch made me groan once more and any pretence I might have had about ending this went completely out of the window as I quickly moved my face down to hers, clamping my mouth onto hers.

As our tongues probed, Vicky began to urgently wank my rapidly hardening prick and pushed herself even firmly into me, pressing me against the wall as she rubbed that stunning body of hers against me.

My hands dropped to her small, round arse and kneaded at her buttocks as we snogged like a couple of horny, rampant teenagers.

I fumbled with the front of her lab coat, desperate to get at her tits but Vicky manoeuvred herself backwards, taking me with her, until she was standing against the kitchen table.

As she kissed forcibly at my neck I finally managed to undo several of the buttons on her coat and, as it gaped open, I was surprised to find that was naked underneath.

“Do you…always…dress like…this?” I managed to gasp, as she kissed at me and I groped at her large, heavy breasts, squeezing them together and plying them firmly with both my hands.

“Nope…but I was hoping…to find you in” she answered, in-between our snogging, “…and then when I saw you…through the lounge window…”

My head again span at the realisation, and initial anger, that she’d planned or at least hoped to do this, but that was then swamped by the feeling of pleasure and lust at such a thought and I drove my tongue even deeper into her mouth as I pressed her back against the table.

Vicky was pulling me down onto her, her hands running all over me as I felt the underside of my cock press against her and her push and grind back up against me.

She seemed desperate for me to be inside her and urged, “Fuck me…fuck me now” as she pushed me off and away from her so that she could quickly unbutton the rest of her her coat and kick off her shoes.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous” I breathed as she just lay back on the table, spreading her legs and looking back up at me.

My gaze went from her perfect, pouting fanny lips, up to her tits and then to her pleading wanton face.

“Fuck me…come on fuck me.”

As I stepped forward, she reached down and slipped a finger into herself.

“See how wet I am…wet for you” and she trailed her finger down my nose and into my welcoming mouth.

I sucked greedily at it, enjoying the sweet taste and the musky aroma of her.

I felt my helmet nestle against her entrance and, looking down, it would have taken just a slight forward movement to drive deep into her.

Although I was desperate to do so, I also wanted to plunge my tongue into her slit; to lick at her and nuzzle her; to taste her and bury my face into her.

Part of me was also zeytinburnu escort still angry at how she had contrived and controlled this situation, and so I wanted to make her wait, to take some of the control away from her.

As I’d been gazing at her fanny and admiring her triangle of natural, pubic hair, Vicky had spread her legs even wider and continued to virtually plead; “Come on, fuck me…I need your prick inside me.”

The parting of her legs and the widening of her fanny lips, however, made me even more keen to clamp my mouth to her and I quickly dropped down, pushing her legs slightly further apart as I plunged my tongue into her.

“Ohhhhhhhh”, Vicky groaned loudly, as I pulled her down onto me by her slim waist.

Usually with oral I would have gently kissed and licked all around her fanny before slowly easing my tongue into her, but this was different; this was sheer animal lust and I could feel Vicky now pushing herself down onto me, grinding herself onto my face and tongue.

My nose was nuzzling against her clit and she was virtually squealing as she now virtually fucked herself on my face, her juices flowing over me as she bucked and writhed, pulling me even more forcibly to her by the back of my head.

“Fuck yes…fuck yes….ohhh, yes,” she yelled as I held my tongue fully inside her, merely flicking the very end to lick and tickle at her as her orgasm obviously hit and I was covered in her come.

I eased back slightly so that I could greedily lick and lap at her whilst also looking up and seeing her clamp her eyes shut and arch her head and back off the table.

Her pubes were all matted and I quickly licked and kissed all around her fanny, before lapping back at her slit.

Her slender neck looked so hot and inviting stretched backwards and exposed, however, that I somewhat reluctantly moved up, quickly kissing at her stomach and then her breasts, before lightly, and then firmly, kissing all around shoulders and finally up to her neck.

Vicky seemed to still be coming down from her high and she initially just sighed and groaned at my touch, but now she arched her head back even further and pulled me to her, running her hands through my hair as she moaned even louder.

The underside of my shaft was now rubbing against her slit, her pubes tickling at me as I was getting more and more worked up, finally moving up from her neck and falling once more onto her welcoming mouth.

As we snogged deeply, Vicky was pulling me onto her with one hand whilst running the other all around my back and side.

I was supporting the back of her head with my right hand whilst firmly massaging her right breast with my left hand. Tweaking her erect nipple made her gasp and then I felt her shift slightly, bringing my helmet to her entrance and, in one swift movement she wriggled herself downwards, drawing me into her.

The intensity of our kissing eased as we both seemed to concentrate on enjoying the glorious sensation of me sliding smoothly into her, both of us sighing and then gasping once I was fully impaled inside her.

My head was spinning this felt so good, her fanny seeming to hold me in a soft and yet very firm, vice-like grip as I felt her tongue once more urgently probing my mouth as she pulled me down to her.

With her tits digging nicely into my chest I just held myself there, pressing down onto her body, as I now felt her contract and then flex her fanny muscles against my cock.

“Ohhh yea,” I groaned pushing myself up away from her so that I could look back downwards and enjoy seeing myself fully impaled inside her — fully inside Vicky Jarvis!

This was something I’d dreamt and occasionally wanked about as a 16 year old and here I now was, my cock shoved right up her as I also reached down to cup and massage her breasts.

“Fuck that feels good,” she virtually purred, closing her eyes as she wiggled slightly against the very base of my cock, rubbing her clit against me and groaning in pleasure as she did so.

“So good …so big…so hard,” she breathed, wiggling further before opening her eyes again, the look of lust and contentment on her face a massive thrill and turn on for me.

I lowered my mouth back down to hers, enjoying those tits and large, erect nipples pressing against me once more.

We were both groaning and I could have easily just stayed like this, rutting against each other as my hands roamed all over her sexy body, but part of me still wanted to take some control of this situation and so I pushed myself back up and, holding her by her waist, began to slowly ease in and out of her.

“Fuck yes…fuck yes….fuck me…that’s it, fuck me” Vicky encouraged, as I slid back and forth, slowly increasing the pace.

I looked back down to enjoy the sight of my cock moving in an out of her, wanting to capture the image of my prick fucking Vicky Jarvis.

Any fears that I’d had that I might just shoot my load within moments of entering her had disappeared as my cock felt so enlarged and rock solid that I felt like I could slip in and out of her for ages.

I wanted to ensure that I made her come and I started to really pump into her, my movements making the kitchen table move as I banged her harder and harder, a very small part of me still angry with her.

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Tick, tock, my cock is ready for you around the clock. One, two, three, four, is that you at my door? I hear the knocks and I giddily race to release the locks. When open, at the door you gawk.

“I’m not here for your cock; we need to talk.” You say, and that you need your space, and I am only filler. Then my heart fell to the floor, and you walked out the door that final day.

You have found your own place, and won’t see me anymore, or even call. I don’t understand. My feelings smart, as I had given you my heart. New lingerie for you, of lace, I go to return to the store within the mall, but it is you I want to replace. Women stand inches apart, appearing beautiful and smart. They seem to taunt me. I feel out of place, viler, mauled, and poor.

Pages of days, weeks, and months fall off the calendar to the floor, and because of my insecurities, I have stalled in my core. In a depression my heartbeat slows and falls; my will to live be a slowing clock, as the grave seems to call: with every second hand tock it gets louder more.

I walk the street to a local show, feeling my age, losing my stock. Resting against a wall, I stop. I wonder how to turn the page and restart the şişli escort clock. I hear a voice. It is a vocal call. It is coming from behind the wall. I scrape. I climb. It’s a woman that I find.

She is bound and gagged; to my surprise, I heard her through the entire filter. Found, bagged, injured and hurt, but alive: She will survive, I surmise and tell her. Releasing her from the restraints, “fucking assholes,” from her mouth, she spurt.

“Are you okay?” I ask with candor.

Enraged, “I’ve been raped,” she blurts and exclaims.

I think to myself, my thoughts slipping out of my mouth. “What can I do? What can I say?”

Hearing my words, she looks into my gaze, simply to say, “It’s happened before; I’ll be okay, but sore. I just need a place to stay. It’s what they do when they want to play, but don’t want to pay any more. ” Explaining with a pout.

I listened in a daze, and then offered her my place, and explained my help was not for trade or sale. She wept, but did not wail, as she accepted with grace. Then I helped her from where she lay and wiped the tears from her face. For my hand, she reached and kept.

I was thoroughly taksim escort amazed as she rose. She straightened her skirt, pulling the hem down below the top of her torn hose. She was tall. Her legs were lean. Even bruised she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Worthy of prose, was she in every pose.

Upright and standing her eyes met mine. I could see that she was broke, but my heart was now fine. It had just needed a poke. As we walked, we began to talk after sometime. When she spoke, she expressed the desire for a new start. It was beginning to seem the clock was reset; it was her heart with which I was impressed. We conversed about our lives and what changes we’d make if we got a do over. We were seriously planning a life make-over, discussing a design to make the best of the rest of our time. At the landing below the door, I said, “Welcome home.”, and drew her tight before leading her in to spend the night.

I gave her a towel, and showed her the bath; I told her she was welcome to anything I have, and need not ask. She gave me a smile and not a scowl, and then retreat for a shower or possibly a bath.

I put on some water to boil, with topkapı escort the stove on high power, and readied the couch. I was taken to give her my bed, as a place for her to lay her head. Then I steeped the tea in the pouch. She joined me in the kitchen wrapped in a blanket after a long while. Noticing a gift wrapped box on the counter, “What is that?” She asked with a smile.

My heart felt heavy; my feelings trapped and bound up, but I received her question as a plea, and began to speak up, recounting the past. I could feel my chest begin to heave; I told her, “Lingerie: for my last… a relationship, I was having trouble getting passed.” I needed a pause; I needed a break. I needed a cause. Finding a couple of cups, I poured us some tea.

She took the box being intrigued, and saying, “Let me see. I have nothing on, and nothing to wear.” I cringed hearing the paper tear, and then she lift the top and stole a peek. Then her eyes shift back to me. I could read in her face that she liked the lace. “I will try it on.” She was saying, taking retreat behind the blanket’s span and sit on the love seat by the divan.

She emerged, stunningly beautiful with the outfit adorned. Beset by her physique, I saw my new found love, not a professional companion, not a whore. She was a treasure that I could only adore. I reached out to touch her. Her hair was still wet. I pulled her close and we fell in love as our lips first met. Restoring our hearts, our bodies sweat.

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Mr Tiger was an Italian teacher in his late 20s. He had been studying Italian for about 6 years and while it wasn’t overly fluent, it was enough to teach the beginner class at the young adult learning course.

Mr Tiger’s class was often well behaved but there was a young girl who would always find herself in trouble. Be it talking throughout the lesson or not doing the assigned homework, she would always find herself falling behind the rest of the class.

Her name was Nicole.

Nicole was a very attractive 18 year old girl, very sexy. Intelligent, sweet, caring, playful, funny – but also naughty. She often caught Mr Tiger’s eye but he would not give into lust over his role as a teacher.

He had often thought about Nicole while stroking his cock in his lonely appartment building. Many times and many nights he would think about Nicole until jets of cum would shoot out all over his sheets. He would then place his doona in a way where he could cuddle it had she been lying beside him, with his softening cock pressed firmly where her ass would be.

However day and day would see this only as a fantasy and he had never crossed the line. He would walk past her as he paced around the classroom – wanting to reach out and touch her as he walked past. A bump. A touch on the hair. A brush as he went past. But he could never summon the courage and at best could only offer a shy smile.

Despite promises otherwise to himself he would often favour her and hint to her the answers to make sure she was the star pupil of her class. Nicole’s enthusiasm was in the right spot but she was still falling behind in her lessons.

One day Mr Tiger was teaching verb conjugation and he had longed to hear the sweet voice of Nicole.

“Who can tell me the conjugation ending of the first person singular for verbs with the ending ‘are’?” Mr Tiger asked looking around the room before adding the inevitable “Nicole.”

“Um…Sorry teacher,” Nicole apologised.

“But Nicole, I assigned that as homework last night,” he said disappointed “Why didnt you study it?”

“Sorry,” She replied.

“Sorry doesnt conjugate verbs Nicole.” Mr Tiger commented before nervously adding “Im going to have to keep you after class. We will finish this lesson in your time.”

Nicole pouted and crossed her arms. The lesson soon came to a close and Mr Tiger gave the class their instructions for homework and dismissed them all.

With the closing of the door behind the last student to leave, he was alone in the room with Nicole.

As he handed her the set of cards designed to teach conjugation he dropped a few on the floor. He bent down to pick them up. Under the table he could see up Nicole’s skirt. Staring back at him were black panties with the words “bad girl” in hot pink writing. He could see a portion of her left pussy lip escaping the elastic. He explored her legs. Her thighs, down to her knees, down her shins, and into her white socks and small pretty black shoes.

His semi erection was interupted by the opening of the door. He had enough time to lose the stiffness as he turned around to see the Janitor.

“Mr Tiger I have finished for the night. Since you are the last one here make sure you lock up before you leave,” the janitor instructed “Here are the keys.”

Mr Tiger returned his eyes to Nicole with the realisation he was finally alone with her. He began to tremble on the inside which he carefully masked as he paced slowly back to his desk. Nicole had already began to dig into the homework. She would pause, tap the pen against her mouth, her eyes would light up in realisation, and then she would bury her pen into the paper as she scribbled out her answers.

She again paused, put her pen to her mouth, but the question seemed difficult. She şerifali escort moved the pen around her mouth before it found its way into her nice red lips. Her lips were perched against the tip of the pen lid stuck firmly on the back of the pen – like the head of a circumcised cock. Mr Tiger imagined the pen to be his cock as she worked her mouth down the pen lid – slowly and seductively. She then began to move the pen higher and higher up the side of her face with more of the pen meeting her lips. Mr Tiger would imagine Nicole licking the sides of his throbbing shaft occasionally her lips pressed up against the skin of his seeping hard cock.

His thought was interrupted by Nicole looking up and smiling, before digging into the homework again. Mr Tiger was semi erect and bulging slightly. Had Nicole been eyeing his cock? He put a clip board over his lap as he sat partially on his desk pretending to place paper into the spring.

“I hope you werent thinking of me when you made it hard,” Nicole grumbled.

It was the voice of Nicole. Had he been sprung? Had he been rejected? He quickly gathered his thoughts.

“Sorry, I dont know what you mean,” Mr Tiger said hesitantly.

“This question is hard,” Nicole explained “I hope you werent thinking of me when you made it hard just to punish me for being lazy.”

She looked up at Mr Tiger with puppy dog eyes and motioned for him to come over.

Mr Tiger stood a foot behind her and leaned over enough to look at the question. The name of the girl in the question was Nicole also. She smiled at him and said again.

“I hope you didnt make this question hard for me,” Nicole continued.

As Mr Tiger read the question Nicole began to playfully rock back and forth in her chair. Mr Tiger leant forward again to see over her arm to read the bottom part of the question. He almost jumped as he felt something press against his cock. Nicole had managed to rock her chair back enough that she was now pressed tightly against his crutch, and then forward again.

Mr Tiger was bubbling with excitement. He made a mental note of the feeling. He had decided that he would replay this moment in his mind tonight when he gets to his bedroom and feels the urge to release the juice brewing inside his balls.

Nicole began to pout more at the difficulty of the problem. Mr Tiger reached out and began to stroke her hair. Hesitantly at first but more and more firm as he reassured her the difficulty was designed to teach her the very subject she had registered to learn. Mr Tiger found himself stroking her hair playfully and obviously and even more surprising is she didnt seem to mind.

Nicole swang her chair around and she was now facing him. His hands were cupped around the side of her face and she smiled at him. He flicked some hair away from her eyes and began to once again stroking it – knowing that at the very least she didnt mind being touched around the hair.

Her smile was irresistable – sexy, yet innocent. Her eyes were fixed on his and her smile became more and more obvious. Her head was very close to Mr Tiger’s cock as Mr Tiger struggled to hold back his urges. Without warning and completely out of control his cock began to stiffen. Very very slowly it made the way down the side of his jeans leg. Like somebody was putting their foot into a sock – the space was gradually being filled more and more as his cock traveled down the side of his leg and came to a stop. It was pressing hard against the fabric of his jeans, throbbing, and begging to be released.

Nicole reached over and unbuttoned the top of his pants. As she leaned over Mr Tiger realised his favourite pupil was not wearing a bra. He watched as her boobs bounced around inside her top as she wrestled the button silivri escort of his jeans open, and pulled down his fly. As she pulled down his jeans and boxers his cock flew up like a jack in the box. Throbbing gently with pre-cum oozing down the sides. A string of precum that stretched from his cock tip to his boxers broke off. Nicole wrapped it around her finger and seductively sucked it down.

Nicole wrested his Jeans down further before they were kicked off and he was nude from the bottom half down. A chill went up his spine as a warm set of lips pressed against the tip of his cock. Like the pen had been pressed against her lips, his cock was nestled between the upper and lower lip with the very tip of his cock in the space behind her lips but infront of her teeth.

She began to lick the tip of his cock making his eyes water in excitement. Making eye contact all the way she worked her tongue down his shaft – pausing above the balls – and then back up again. There was a messy combination of salive and precum soaking the tip and sides of his cock, and dribbling onto his balls. Mr Tiger would throw his head back in ecstasy before meeting Nicole’s eyes again.

By the time he looked down she had managed to wrap her lips right around the tip of his cock. Holding it with one hand she titled her head forward and put the top half of his cock into her mouth. It felt nice and warm as she rocked her head back and forward sucking his cock. Running her tongue around the sides of his cock as she put it in, and running it against the eye as she tilted back.

Her hand got lower and lower as she would squeeze more and more of his cock into her mouth. it wasnt long before her lips were pressed firmly against the bottom of his shaft, and then back up to the tip again. She smiled as she took a breath – then back down to the bottom of his shaft again.

Mr Tiger felt the juices brewing in his balls and began to worry he would lose his load without feeling the sweet pussy that was still tucked away inside her panties.

As if their minds were in sync she stopped sucking and smiled at Mr Tiger. He made his way to the couch nearby – soft and carpet like – a perfect surface for fucking. He sat down and Nicole cheekily walked forward, playfully licking her finger.

As she got within reach Mr Tiger grabbed her waist. He ran her hands up her sides all the way to her boobs, and back down again. He did this a few times before finally grabbing her boobs and gently massaging them. He leant forward and began to kiss them. He would at first massage one breast with his mouth, giving the other attention with his hand – and then reversing to the other one. As Nicole moaned he began to vary the movements with his mouth – massaging, licking, kissing and even small nibbles. He would work his way to her hardened nipples – giving them a few small sucks, and then back to the bulk of the bouncing perky tits.

Mr Tiger began to run his tongue in circles around her right nipple, and then around her left. As he did this he ran his hand down to her waist, midway down her thigh – and then up her skirt. He could feel the moisture in her panties as he wrestled them down. Bad girl indeed. As she kicked her panties off he began to lower his mouth to her belly button.

Like it was a mouth he began to kiss, suck and pash her belly. Being careful not to stick her belly button ring in deeper and playfully licking it with his tongue. With a quick movement Nicole dropped her skirt and kicked it away. Her moist hot pussy was now within reach of his tongue.

Mr Tiger sat back inviting Nicole to rest her knees on the arm rests of the couch for leverage and her pussy was now staring in his face.

Before Mr Tiger had a chance to think about his next move, Nicole şirinevler escort impatiently grabbed his head and thrusted it into her crutch. Instinctively Mr Tiger run his tongue up and down the slit of her pussy, taking in the juices she had been seeping. He worked his tongue up to her throbbing clitoris and licked circles around it with the tip of his tongue, then back down the lips of her pussy. He would vary his mouth movements – listening to her panting and moans for what gave the most pleasure.

He would use a combination of licks, kisses, nibbles and sucking. Nicole was moaning with excitement as Mr Tiger digested her juices. The more he would suck down the more she would make. She leant back a tiny bit so they could make eye contact. Nicole began to mouth the words Mr Tiger longed to hear.

“Fuck me now,” Nicole mouthed.

She pressed her knees into the inside of the arm rests of the couch to slowly sink down. She began to leave a snail trail of her juices from the top of Mr Tiger’s chest down to his belly button.

She grabbed his still throbbing cock which had remained stiff throughout him pleasuring Nicole and it was now pressed against her pussy lips.

Mr Tiger could feel his cock slowly entering Nicole’s pussy and almost wept with excitement. Her nice warm pussy lips were immensly pleasurable and seemed to feel better and better the further they worked down his shaft.

Each thrust by Nicole saw his cock go in deeper and deeper until his balls were firmly pressed against her pussy lips.

Mr Tiger managed to lever the couch back somewhat so they were almost lying horzontal. Each thrust by Nicole was met by a thrust by Mr Tiger as he began to pound the girl he had longed to fuck for months.

After a while Nicole began to pash Mr Tiger which was his cue to take over. The pace had already been set – a nice moderate pace with long thrusts. Mr Tiger would vary the length of the thrust and the speed again using her moans and small squeals to find the right speed.

He would reach down and rub her clitoris as he used a free arm running around her bouncing breasts, her waist and onto her ass cheeks.

Nicole would run both hands up and down Mr Tigers, chest, the sides of his face, and holding tightly around the back of his head as she pashed him furiously.

They would suck down each other’s air immediately after taking a breath from kissing before pashing again, and sucking each other’s tongue.

It wasnt long before the inevitable happened. Mr Tiger felt an amazing tingle in his balls and knew that he was about to squirt his seed deep into Nicole’s warm moist amazing pussy. He could feel her clench tighter and tighter as she began to feel an orgasm about to explode also.

Mr Tiger couldnt wait any longer. He ran his fingers down her tail bone and as she clenched hard he shot a long jet of cum inside her pussy. This was met by another jet of cum, and then another. Each one getting shorter and shorter, but feeling just as good as the last. About 5 or 6 of them squirted juice into her pussy with several dry ones afterwards.

After the 4th squirt Nicole squirted her juices all over Mr Tiger’s rock hard cock which was still buried deep inside her and exploding.

Mr Tiger levered the couch back so they were completely horizontal and his cock flopped out of Nicole’s pussy as she collapsed on his chest.

They began to gently kiss before Nicole rested her head on Mr Tiger’s chest – listening to his heart beat return to normal.

“That was amazing Nicole,” Mr Tiger panted “Thank you very much.”

“I love you Mr Tiger,” Nicole stated panting slightly.

“I love you too Nicole,” replied MR Tiger comfortably and without regret.

They got dressed quickly and cleaned up any evidence of their mess. Mr Tiger used a bit of paper towel to clean up the cum which leaked out of Nicole’s pussy and leant over the bin to dispose of it.

The bin was empty. They had not been alone during their ordeal.

Neither of them minded as they headed back to his apartment for round two.

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Thoughts of you permeate my mind at odd times of the day. I think of our erotic chats and the discreetness of our relationship. I think how odd we came together when we did and how we did. Something has brought us together as powerfully as it has for a reason. You are my dear friend and my cyber mate. Our sexual heat and chemistry bonding us together in a way not experienced before.

I imagine our chats, flirtatious, honest and open. Sharing intimate secrets even though we know each other very little otherwise. Thoughts of these conversations turn me on, make me want more. I see your words coming across my screen, sometimes innocent, sometimes with sexual intent. Even the simplest word or phrase from you more often than not turns me on. I feel the heat rush to my genitals and know it wont stop there. As I type this I find myself becoming aroused, thinking of the things I will say to you and thinking that you will read them here. I touch myself and feel the wetness that is beginning.

I imagine seeing you, feeling me drawn towards you. We walk towards one another. I feel the heat and chemistry jump and spark between us as we come closer. We embrace in a deep sensual kiss, my tongue sliding against yours, probing and wanting more. My tongue running along the roof of your mouth and sucking on your lower lip. My breath comes faster as heat radiates through my body. My breasts are warm. I feel you press against me and the heat from you overwhelms me. Kissing passionately, I tear your shirt off, popping buttons as you lift my shirt off exposing my bare breasts. You can see my nipples are hard.

My hands slide across sancaktepe escort your chest, my tongue and mouth hot against your throat as I feel our breathing increase and our passion rise. I run my hands across your nipples and feel them harden as I pinch them slightly. My mouth all over your neck and chest, running my tongue down your stomach. I feel your hands across my breasts and down my sides. Mmmm, did I ever tell you thats one of the most erotic spots on my body? Your hands slide down and across my ass, pulling me against you. Tight and close. I arch against you, pressing tightly.

I feel the heat and hardness of your erection and I slowly rub my hips against it. Ohhhh baby, that feels so good. My hips move a little faster as I slide my hand down there and rub you up and down through your jeans. I slide down so my mouth is right there and playfully nibble at your hardness, stroking your erection thrugh yourjeans. I tug at your belt with my teeth and hands, and sloooowly undo the zipper, feeling you pulsing and begging for release. You’re so hard. I cant wait to feel you deep inside of me and my pussy twitches at the thought, a rush of blood swells my lips and clit. My inner walls pulsate thinking of you sliding in and out, pressing against you, and pulling you in farther, my walls grasping you and stroking you like a warm glove.

I release you from your jeans and let them slide to the floor. I stroke you up and down as you take my pants off. I teasingly flick my tongue across the tip and taste your sweetness. My panties are wet by this time and as you put your hands down there, sarıyer escort you can feel the wetness through my thong. You can faintly smell the scent of sex at this point. Sliding one finger inside my panties, you start rubbing my clit as I stroke your cock. I run my thumb over your head, feeling the pre-cum as I rub it around your head and gently stroking the slit, wanting more of your juices. I rub my thumb under the rim and back around the head. Your fingers teasingly run up and down my lips, parting them slightly.

My clit is swollen now and as you insert a finger in my pussy, you can feel how wet and hot I am. My pussy is so tight, can you feel it? Imagine your cock in there, hot and throbbing. You slide one finger in and out, feeling the wetness.
I moan softly, wanting more, gyrating my hips and clit against your hand. You slide two fingers into me, really feeling how tight and small I am as your thumb rubs my clit. As you finger fuck me, you can hear the juices flowing and smell that wonderful scent of a woman in ecstasy. Your fingers are wet and sticky with my juices and I moan as you slide in and out. Thats it baby, finger fuck me.

I want you in me, I want to feel you deep and penetrating in me. I want to feel you slide in and out in long rythmnic strokes. I grasp your cock in my hand and pull you towards me. You feel the heat and I arch towards you, beckoning you to enter me. You bring the head close to my pussy. It is throbbing and purple now. Pre cum oozes from your slit and glistens the head. You bring it close and rub it up and down in between my lips, watching sefaköy escort them swell. You push in, just slightly, enough to separate the lips and feel the entrance, tight and beckoning. My pussy grasps around your head and you pull out. I groan and pull you back towards me. You do this several more times, teasing me mercifully.

You are so hard now, the vein on the underside of your cock is pulsating and your balls ache as you feel the cum build in them and they grow tight. A sensation builds from your balls that goes into the base of your cock and runs upwards to the head until you feel as if it will explode. Ohh baby, youre so hard. The head visibly throbs now, aching for my pussy.

I lay on my back and lift my legs up over your shoulders with my hips high in the air to take you in. You plunge into me, going deep, so deep you feel you balls hit against my ass and you are fully buried in me. You completely fill me, my walls grasping you and forming a velvelty glove around your shaft. We grind and move against each other, totally out of control now as our rythmn gets faster and more intense with every thrust. My pussy grasps you tight and caresses you with each thrust. My hips move off the bed as I meet every thrust, pulling you deeper inside of me. I want you, I want you bad. I whisper in your ear “Fuck me, fuck me hard”

My words send us both over the edge as we both yell out and come together, your cum bursting through me. My contractions grasp you inside me as my juices flow and mingle with yours in total ecstasy. Our movements slow as we enjoy the last pulsations of pleasure that are coursing though our bodies. Our juices are sticky on our stomachs and our legs as we both catch our breaths. There is no need for words. We just look at each other and smile. We share a knowing look and enjoy the afterglow of the experience we have just shared.

Erotically, Sensually and Virtually Yours,

Lisa

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I thought of you as I drifted in and out of sleep today. So when you read this at your computer, beware…

I was rock hard as my hand was sweeping gently over the length of my cock. My mind immediately thought of taking you on and sliding myself into you…

I have thought of many situations of course, where we fuck, but this one was new to me, about you. Remember I am an inventor of a sex toy/positioning device, so I was thinking about certain positions that I could get you strapped into, so we could try some erotic new sweaty sex.

I would love to place you into the leg straps and have your back supported by the seat strap so you are suspended above the bed, floating. I would then slowly caress and kiss you, hard, all over. I would press myself into you so my tongue would stimulate your inner thigh, then I would slide myself lower so that your pussy aches for my tongue to slide inside of you. I might flick you a bit, but I can only tease you while I, respectfully, manipulate several other sensual parts of your ever increasing, stimulated body. My fingers will be massaging your clit and your lips while my mouth, my very heated, heavy breathing mouth, will be slowly kissing and mouthing your inner thigh. mecidiyeköy escort

Right now you might want to touch yourself, but be careful you are at work… what would the others say? Read on…carefully…

At this point I choose to kiss you hard on the mouth and rub my hard cock against your clit. This makes you moan and you feel how wet I have got you. Your pussy is engorged and is aching. You are almost widening at the touch, fully available to accept. Now you just want penetration, you can’t wait any longer, but I make you wait. You have to wait because I am only just beginning and you are restrained by the straps, you cannot move but wait patiently suspended and comfortable to my very electric touch.

I tease your nipples, further enhancing your stimulation. I tease and bite them and suck them so your focus pulls away from your burning pussy. I climb under you, since you are above the bed, I mouth your pussy again. You arch your back in desire as I slowly rub your shoulders and pull your beautiful long hair with one hand and slide my fingers into your pussy with the other. You moan loudly with exhalation, and profess out load that merter escort you are my slave. Whatever I want-take it…I climb up behind you and bite your neck, I slide my mouth around your face and kiss you hard on the mouth, hair still in hand, I have your head and control the kiss and intensely press my mouth against yours. My other hand caresses your breasts, your stomach, and your pussy melts.

This is when you ache and whimper. I fall to the bed and adjust you on top of my cock. I slowly slide it in and you whelp, you feel the joy in your legs and they twitch, your toes curl and your inner thigh moans. Your heart skips a beat and you giggle, I am inside you. I rub your back and pull your hair and head back for me to kiss. I hold your thighs and slide you up and down, back and forth, around and around. Together we moan and the electric butterfly feelings begin to boil.

I pull out to spin around, now I am on my back, facing you suspended, my cock slides in for a whole different sensation and our fucking commences. I take your legs in my hands and slide you back and forth, around and around. You are so wet. I enjoy watching you and seeing your eyes mutlukent escort close and open in ecstasy. I pull out to get on my knees and embrace you. My weight is now on top of you, I am kissing you hard and I slide myself into you again. Together we fuck and I pound into you as we kiss. Oh god it feel so good, I feel I am boiling inside. I feel that you are too. I pull out to momentarily cool off and I mount my mouth on your clit, breathing hard I want all heat on your quivering pussy.

I quickly flicker and tongue your clit and you cum in multiple waves, I pull off the straps and lay you on the bed. I again kiss your nipples and then kiss you hard on the mouth, I then slide myself into your satisfied pussy. Together we moan and ache and bounce and play and I hold your legs above my shoulders as I repeatedly push and pull myself into you. Harder and harder I fuck you, your pussy wetter than it has ever been, is waiting on my explosion. You feel my heart beat, your breathing matches mine, and all of a sudden you realize you are cumming again. I see what is happening and that sends me into a frenzy of a bucking bronco and fuck you hard until I let out a loud moan and we cum together in unison, exhausted, sweaty, satisfied, relaxed. We pause a moment to catch our breath and cool off in the fans ever-droning, monotonous bath of cool air.

I dress you slowly, kissing you all the time, and we go downstairs to eat something quickly.

We laugh and you tell me you have to get back to work. I tell you, this is work!

and I awake from my dream, a very good dream…

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Arlene was one of those people who impress you from the very first moment you meet them. She was sweet, funny, and intelligent; she bared her soul to the world and was beautiful inside and out. I met her on the job when I started at a new hospital. Both of us were nurses in the critical care ward; she had been there for a few years already when I started.

Her tiny body moved with a happy-go-lucky grace that spoke of someone who genuinely enjoys life. Her cheery disposition coupled with her way of talking to a person as if they were the only one that mattered made her the sexiest women I have ever known.

Her fine-boned features were thoroughly Peruvian in nature; she had the kind of beautiful face that you might expect to see on an advertisement for the country. Big, dark eyes set in a smooth nut-brown face seemed to see into my soul. Her black shoulder-length hair seemed to me to have a wonderful satiny sheen to it. I did not believe in dating coworkers but boy did I wish I did upon first meeting her. I knew I was idealizing her, I knew it was a simple infatuation, and with this knowledge I became determined to get over these feelings, reminding myself that her skin was the same shade as many other women, her eyes no prettier and her hair no finer.

The nurses on our floor shared a common locker room and although I was very discrete, changing in the same rooms as her was agony at first. Her thin body was in good shape without a mar to it that I could see. Sometimes, while changing we became so lost in conversation that one of us would wind up standing there half dressed. It was always an effort not to stare at her small, round breasts hidden only by her bra or her long shapely legs that made me stammer when I thought of them.

Luckily for me, we only wound up changing together a couple of times a week, mostly our schedules overlapped by a few hours. Over my first few weeks we became friends, sometimes going out to the movies or an art exhibit together. It was through this friendship that I finally go past my infatuation of her. I soon discovered that although we had a lot in common, we had enough small differences that a relationship would not work. These were things like taste in music and lifestyles that, if not taken altogether would probably be easy to forget about.

I hoped that this revelation would end my physical attraction to her as well but it did not. Neither of us being very promiscuous, a wild fling with her or a casual sexual relationship seemed beyond possibility so I had to settle for many masturbation sessions on my lunch breaks or late at night. It was not that I did not find other women attractive, I dated a few girls over the next few months but nothing ever developed leaving me feeling sexually pent-up.

More and more often I found myself in the embarrassing position of changing in front of her with a giant erection very obviously making a mound in my briefs. Usually I was able to turn away and hide it but I am pretty sure it was obvious what I was trying to hide from her. Once, while we were both changing and talking I noticed here eyes kept darting down to my crotch. I realized that without realizing it I had grown the mother küçükçekmece escort of all hardons right in front of her. The strength of it was such that the band of my briefs was actually pulled away from my waist a bit revealing pubic hair to her gaze.

I flushed with embarrassment and quickly pulled my scrub pants on. The rhythm of the conversation was broken as we both lapsed into an awkward silence for a moment; me pulling on my pants and her pretending that she had not seen anything.

Arlene was the one who broke the silence, making a comment about the rain predicted for the afternoon. I was grateful to her for that.

The rest of the day I tried to act normal around her but I felt myself blush every time she looked at me. On the one hand I was horrified by what had happened while on the other hand I was thrilled. I knew that I could never sleep with her but it was nice to know that she had seen how she could excite me. Even better, in the awkward moments after, I was pretty sure I had seen the barest hint of a smile on her lips.

Weeks past with no mention of that incident from either of us. I was not worried about anyone else finding out since one of Arlene’s charms was her ability to avoid gossip. I cannot say I forgot the incident, far from it, but I did get past it.

Then it happened again. I had just finished up my shift; when I entered the locker room I found that Arlene was already there pulling off her scrub top. I went over to my locker, two down from hers and started to change. I pulled off my pants, studiously not looking in her direction when I felt my member start to grow. It grew fast and in no time I had a hard on to rival the last one. Caught with one leg in and one leg out of the pant I quickly looked up to see if Arlene had noticed.

Arlene stood there, not three feet away from me in just a tee shirt and panties staring at my cock and wearing a big grin.

“Umm, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” I started.

“It’s ok,” she said but did not look away.

I pulled the scrub pants off completely, only to realize I could not find my jeans. I looked around with rising panic and exhilaration as I realized the show I was giving her. “I, ah, I’m sorry you had to see this.” I said.

“Really I don’t mind,” she said laughing. She shook her head slightly, her ponytail swaying as she continued, “you don’t have to worry, it happens to every guy at some time I bet.” She sat down the bench and pointed behind me and said, “Your jeans are behind you.”

I looked and was relieved to see them. I picked them up and while unfolding them said “Sorry, I know it shouldn’t be such a big deal, I mean we’ve seen each other in our underwear a million times, but not many women have seen me like this.”

She looked me in the eye and said “I kind of like it.” She took a breath and continued, “Come over here.” I hesitated, uncertain but then moved closer to her. With one hand she took my jeans, which were still held in my hands and putt them on the floor, with her other hand she guided me down to sit in front of her.

“Can I see it?” she asked.

“Ok,” was küçükyalı escort all I could manage, puzzled by her interest.

She reached over and pulled the waistband of my underwear out and down revealing my stiff cock. “I like it,” she said and she gently ran her right index finger along its length. It jumped at her touch causing her to break out in a bigger smile. She gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft and started to stroke it slowly. I let out a gasp and she looked up at me briefly before returning her gaze to me member.

Voices out in the hall caused me to sit up straight in alarm but she put her free hand on my arm and said, “No one will come in. No one else needs to change for another hour and even if someone did we would have plenty of time to stop once we heard them in the break room outside.” I nodded and relaxed a bit letting the warm caress of her hand soothe me.

“Stand up,” she said urging me up with her left hand while her right hand kept up the slow and steady rhythm. I stood, excited at what might me in store for me be still a bit nervous about the possibility of being caught. Arlene got up from the bench and using my blue jeans as a cushion, knelt in front of me. She pulled my underwear off the rest of the way, making the act seem as sensual as her hand job had been.

Running her hands up and down my thighs she looked up at me with her big brown eyes causing me to hold my breath in anticipation of what was to come. Her hands slid up to my cock. As she started to stroke the shaft with one I could feel the manicured nails of the other tickled my scrotum. Had never felt anything like that before and I smiled in surprise. She was a small woman and kneeling before me she was forced to look up a bit to watch her work. Her eyes looked up past her stroking hand to meet my gaze.

Slowly she rose up to kiss my scrotum lightly running her tongue around it while keeping her eyes on me. Never stopping her stroking, she proceeded to lick and kiss me gently working her way up the shaft. Her massaging hand moved to grip the shaft lower and her lips rose higher, finally reaching the engorged head. I was distantly aware of her left hand cupping my balls and her right hand massaging my ass cheek as she kissed the very tip of my cock and slid the head into her warm wet mouth. I quickly let out a breath that I had not realized I had been holding.

Arlene pulled back a bit and then slid down again. Bobbing up and down, everything about it seemed loving. She seemed to be into it as much as I was. I put my hands on the back of her head allowing them the ride back and forth with her. Her lips never went more than halfway down the shaft but I was surprised she could even go that far, her mouth was opened as wide as it seemed it could go and I could not imagine her being able to open it any wider.

She did seem to be lost in her work. Every so often she would gaze back at me before closing her eyes and seeming to just enjoy herself. After a bit she pulled her mouth off of my cock only to run it open mouthed along the shaft. I could feel her tongue running along the bottom and knew maltepe escort that my orgasm was not far off.

Arlene seemed to have an almost supernatural intuition about this- speeding up, slowing down and changing tactics whenever I started to get close. Finally, after engulfing me once more and sliding her mouth up and down it for a bit she pulled off completely and knelt down again to watch with a quiet calm as she masturbated me with one hand.

I was so lost in the joy of it all that I never thought to warn her that I was going to come. As a result the first few shots hit her squarely in the middle of her face, one shot streaking down from her forehead to her chin, another glob hitting her under her right eye and the third hitting her nose and covering her lips before she was able to rise up and engulf my cock in her mouth. I pumped cum into her inviting mouth several more times before my ejaculation slowed and stopped.

Arlene stroked my cock for a few seconds keeping her lips clamped down around the head as my spasms stopped. The feelings got too intense for me then and I had to gently push her off. She knelt there, in here red and white tee shirt and panties, staring up at me and swallowed.

I looked at her, taking it all in: the cum on her face, a little dripping off her chin to land on a bare nut-brown thigh, her beautiful eyes looking innocent even after what she had just done and her well manicured hands resting on her knees. I looked at my spit and cum coated dick shrinking up and my underwear off to the side.

“Wow,” was all I could think to say.

Arlene laughed, “I’m glad you liked it.” She stood up and walked over to her locker where she pulled out her pants and started to put them on. I did not move. She looked at me and said, “You might want to get dressed.”

I slowly got dressed. “I would love to return the favor,” I said. She smiled, “I enjoyed this, and as much as I would like that, I think it’s best that we leave it at this.” She looked at me a trifle nervously, unsure of how I would react.

“Ok,” I said, “I guess so.” I was confused and let it drop at that.

Arlene pulled out her makeup mirror and looked at herself “holy cow, you really got me!” I smiled uncertainly; I was not sure how to react. “I wanted to avoid a mess and have you come in my mouth but I forgot to pay attention when you tensed up,” she did not seem angry just amused.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I forgot to warn you.”

She looked at me and then back at her reflection. “It’s ok, it’s just a lot is all.” She began wiping the cum off her face and explained “I am not sure why I did that. I just had an overwhelming urge; I have never done anything like that before.” She did not seem embarrassed; instead her voice was filled with a growing wonder at having been so sexually uninhibited with a friend.

“Me neither,” I said smiling. I felt a bit confused and uncertain about what had just occurred but more than anything else I felt ecstatic, the feeling would last for days.

We finished gathering our things and left together walking a block before going different ways. We never again did anything, she got into a relationship and eventually I did too. We remained close friends but had an unspoken mutual agreement not to speak of it again.

I had never had a sexual encounter outside of a relationship before. As far as I knew neither has she, I still believe this was her only such encounter. I am not sure why she did it, I doubt she really understands it either but I have never felt anything like it again.

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The last two weeks had gone by quickly. When I first got my assignment from Erin I thought I would have a tough time not only writing a new erotic story for her every two weeks, but living them too. My first assignment was easy, though, as I ended up fucking Robin the very next night.

Robin and I had gotten together a couple more times – more conventional moments, ones not fueled by beer and sex at work – but I had only written about the first one. I sent it out to Erin’s personal email on Monday night. That was last night, as the snow was falling. When I woke up Tuesday morning and looked out my window, the snow was still coming down and didn’t look like it would stop. The news ticker told the story – it would have been easier to mention the schools that were open instead of the closed ones. But with my four wheel drive truck, I was actually looking forward to the day. The roads would be clear of traffic, even if they weren’t cleared yet of snow. The office would be quiet – last time this happened, less than ten cars were in the lot. And to think, only two weeks ago, it was nice enough out for Robin to skip her sweater…the thought of Robin and her shirt – and then Robin without her shirt – quickly floated away when my phone rang.

I didn’t recognize the number – “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Erin!” She sounded cheerful – I guess the story was to her liking.

“Hey, good morning, what’s up?” It was kind of weird to be talking to this girl who was so intent to blackmail me, but also blew me…I realized it was best not to think about it and ignore it outside of our Tuesday meetings.

Tuesday! Damn, it was today. “I guess we have to reschedule our meeting, huh.”

“Actually…” she said, trailing off – and I could easily visualize her biting her lip – “I was wondering if you could give me a ride. There is no way my car can make it in this snow, but I figured your truck wouldn’t have any trouble…what do you say?”

“Sure, I was actually just on my way out the door, so I can be there in…actually I have no idea where you live!” I laughed.

“Oh yeah that might help!” she laughed back. “I am on Elm and 3rd, do you know where that is?”

“Elm, like, Elm Street, a block from Randolph?”

“Yes, exactly!”

“That is right down the street from me! Are you ready, I can be over in five minutes.”

“Sure, mine will be the house surrounded by snow…and with me on the porch!”

I pulled out of the driveway and was at Erin’s house in three minutes. To think, she was just a street away! Erin just popped out of her front door as I slid to a stop in front of her house.

She was wearing a long black wool coat that ended past the tops of her fluffy white boots. Add in her black framed glasses and she was looking cute as always. She threw her bag over the seat and pulled herself up.

“Damn it’s cold out there!” she shivered. “Thanks for the ride – I thought that going in on days like this would be good to get some work done since there wouldn’t be any distractions!”

“My kartal escort sentiments exactly! You’re pretty astute for someone just out of school!”

She looked at me with her furrowed brow, biting her lip – that look made my cock twitch – and said “What about my pretty ass…?” We both laughed and settled in for the drive.

I thought my four wheel drive would help, and it did, but the going was still extremely slow as I couldn’t go much more than 30 miles an hour. At least there were no other cars on the road. Erin and I didn’t talk much, the radio playing a little in the background as she looked out the window and occasionally flipped through papers.

“So are they giving you a lot to do your first month on the job?” I asked.

“Enough to keep me busy!” she replied. “I have to take work home to make sure I stay on top. I like to prepare for my meetings…” and she trailed off, looking at the papers in her lap and biting her lip again.

“Something important?” I asked idly, paying more attention to the road so I didn’t slip into a ditch or hit a guard rail.

“Well something is troubling me about my 4:00, that’s all…” and even without looking I could tell she was biting her lip. It took me a second to remember that our meeting was the one at 4.

“What is troubling you? Were the…umm…pre-requisites not met?”

“Oh no, that isn’t it – perfectly done, actually, quite enjoyable – but you sent this in late last night. If you really are going to succeed, you have to take this seriously and not wait till the last minute.”

“Oh is that all?” I asked with a laugh. “Well I could have sent this in last Wednesday if I knew that mattered!”

“Oh really…” and the furrowed brow again. “I guess I should make the assignments harder then…” she said to herself. I laughed, but I could tell she was thinking of something. Then she turned to face me in her seat. “Did you enjoy your…assignment?”

“Well, yeah, of course,” I said, but didn’t like where this was going. I should have known to expect the unexpected from Erin.

“Good…and I assume enjoyment was mutual?” She was biting her lip again.

“From my perspective, yeah, I didn’t see anything to the contrary…” Her brow was furrowed for a moment, then she nodded to herself, seeming to come to some agreement.

“Good…” she said again. She was silent so I looked over, and we locked eyes. She smiled – that huge, bright smile, the one I last saw around my cock – and while she smiled, started to unbutton her long wool coat. I had to look back at the road, but when I looked back at Erin she was still sitting facing me, but wearing nothing but her fluffy white boots, her coat in a pool around her on her seat. “I didn’t know you’d get to my house so soon, I wasn’t quite ready but didn’t want to keep you waiting…” Again the coy lip bite. I had to pull my gaze away from her body back to the road. Didn’t matter – the sight was burned into my memory. kaynarca escort Her body, hidden before in our last meeting, was breathtaking – her skin was creamy white from head to toe, the only exception being her lips and smallish areola and nipples, all a matching pink. Her breasts were perfectly cute – probably 34B, perfect for her small frame. Her legs were smooth and folded next to her seat. I stole another glance back at Erin, and she was smiling coyly still. “Hope I don’t distract you too much, but I wanted to thank you for your work. It deserves something…extra.”

With that she slid herself closer to me on the bench seat. Her petite hand unzipped my coat and in one smooth motion snaked itself into the front of my pants. “Ooh…” she cooed as she found my cock hard and bursting. “I think we need to do something about that.” Erin deftly unbuckled my belt. I pushed my ass up so she could slide my pants down – I had learned, from Erin first and then Robin, not to bother with underwear at work anymore – and my cock was free. She moved her head down as she lightly stroked me. I could feel her warm breath close enough to my cock that condensation was forming. I urged my hips up, trying to just get a touch of those sweet lips. Suddenly she bolted upright, gripping my cock more firmly. I was steering my truck into the long winding entrance to the company, and while I was preoccupied Erin took that moment to throw her right leg across my lap.

“Hey!” I exclaimed “I have to see!” I swerved a little but regained what little control I had.

“You better concentrate and not get distracted” she said in her mischievous voice. With her hand reaching behind her and still gripping my cock, she angled it till it was nestled in her soft pubic hair. I hadn’t noticed her hair because it was so platinum white – matching the hair on her head, answering that question – but I definitely felt it as she gyrated her ass, running my cock the length of her pussy slit on the outside. The truck slowed to about 5 miles an hour as I couldn’t concentrate on anything by the feeling of her silky cunt sliding up and down my cock. Finally she pulled her pelvis far enough up that my cock slipped into place, and the next gyration moved me directly inside of her. She gasped a little but continued her same motion, not stopping till her soft ass cheeks were touching my thighs. Her had slid down from holding my cock and instead kneaded my balls. “Ugghh” I grunted, as she found my weakness. If she kept playing with my balls I wouldn’t last a minute. “Oh, is that right?” she smiled. “Don’t run into the security gate, by the way.”

I managed to slow enough to wave my badge in front of the sensor while Erin remained still, impaled on my cock and slowly rolling my balls in her hand. Finally I slid into a parking spot in the corner of the lot and put the truck into park. I took my hands off the wheel and grabbed Erin’s face. I pulled her face into mine and we kissed – hard – our kozyatağı escort tongues swirling, each trying to gain the advantage. I bit her lower lip softly, pulling it into my mouth. Her soft lips melted in my mouth – no wonder she bit them all the time.

Erin reminded me of her intentions as she squeezed my balls again. I pulled out of our kiss and furrowed my brow at her. Not to be outdone, I reached up and squeezed one of her tits. “Ooh!” she said in mock surprise. “How dare you!” and she rolled my balls in her hand again. “Oh, you’ll pay for that!” I said, and bucked my hips up. This caused Erin to slide up the length of my cock and then back down, her ass slapping against my thighs. She had to use both of her hands to steady herself, so she let go of my balls and grabbed my shoulders. Neither of us moved, thinking over our next move as we smiled at each other. Erin decided that she had had enough playing, so she leaned up on her knees, sliding my cock out till only the head was in her pussy, then slammed herself back down again. I held her eye contact as I reached up and grabbed both of her tits.

With her hands on my shoulders for leverage, Erin picked herself up and slammed herself down on my cock, over and over, each time almost pulling herself off of my cock but not quite, making the stroke as long and as hard as possible. All the while, my thumbs were rubbing circles around her nipples, the tiny nubs getting hard and begging to be licked. I obliged, leaning forward and sucking one nipple entirely into my mouth and flicking with my tongue. This sent Erin over the edge, as she started to ride my cock even faster, not caring to get the longest stroke anymore, just bouncing up and down without abandon. As I switched breasts and sucked her other nipple into my mouth, Erin reach down and pulled on my balls. This did to me what I had done to her, and we were both instantly a blur of bucking hips. It only took a few more seconds before we both came. Erin arched her back, pulling her nipple out of my mouth with a pop as she ground her clit into my pelvis. As she did this, her hand pulled on my balls one last time. “Arrrggggh!” I yelled and grabbed her around her waist. I pulled her down on my cock as hard as possible as my buried dick erupted and filled her up. We both sat there, chests heaving, catching our breath, for at least a few minutes. I started to feel our combined juices flow down my thigh and figured we’d better get into work.

“I think that was a good start for our 4:00 meeting,” said Erin as she winked. She was reaching into the back to get her bag and put on the clothes she had brought with her. “I was afraid we weren’t on the same page, but this has cleared things up. We should be able to get down to business later this afternoon!”

“Good, I would hate to have an unproductive meeting,” I said, but I was still confused. What was this anyway? I shook my head slightly, clearing out that thought – who the hell cared, I was fucking some hot women and there was more to come in the future.

As we entered the building, things seemed to be back to normal – well, what normal people would call normal. “Have a good day!” Erin said with a smile. I waved as she walked down the hall. I wonder if anyone else would notice the cum sliding down her leg? Would they get a meeting scheduled with them too? Ah well – back to work…at least till 4:00.

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So, I decided to treat myself for the weekend with a friend of mine, Luis, by spending it in Martha’s Vineyard. Neither of us had been there and we decided it would be a fun place to go as two single guys at this time of the year. We rented a room for the weekend, two bedrooms, kitchen, living room with a fireplace (not that we would be using it during this weather) and a 4th floor balcony porch.

So we spent most of the time at the beach, going around town, enjoying the bars. Its a remarkably friendly environment. Everyone was very friendly. So I decided one afternoon to go down to the beach while Luis rented a motorcycle and cruised around the island (I pride myself on my driving, but a motorcycle is a little outside my preparation level).

While I was on the beach, I noticed 2 women taking pictures of themselves in that typical hand-outstretched pose of trying to get both of them in the shot. The first was this very striking redhead, with a pair of unbelievable legs. Sitting on her blanket, you could just tell that those legs are in heels every chance she gets. She was in a black biniki next to her friend, a brunette who was in a purple bikini and equally as beautiful with this incredibly bronze skin. You would almost mistake her for latin, except for her face. But her skin was incredible looking. I decided to walk over and offer to take their picture. They posed for a few shots and I asked if I could pull up my blanket and join them.

We exchanged pleasantries, and found out that Lola (with the red hair) and Gretchen (with the brown hair and dark skin) were from Canada on vacation. We sat and flirted for about an hour or two, they didnt have boyfriends (though Lola eluded to being somewhat in a relationship, but stated that all was fair when you were out of the country) when Luis called and I told him that he should come join us. Luis joined us and we went into the water, engaged in a laughing game of chicken (I was not complaining when Lola mounted my shoulders) and spent the better part of the afternoon in the ocean. We agreed that we should meet up and go into town later. We gave them the address to our hotel and dropped them off in my car and went back to pick up Luis’ rented motorcycle.

At about 6:30pm, the girls suprised us at our hotel with a few bottles of rum and some mixers. Both women looked absolutely amazing. Gretchen had on a gold top that draped down very low in the back to show off her incredible skin and black pants that appeared to be some kind of leather. Lola had on high heeled thigh high boots, a black mini skirt and a white party blouse that was buttoned dangerously loose. They told us that they had wanted to “pre-game” before we left and decided to surprise us a little early. I was thankful I had prepped a little early with favorite white and blue striped button down and my favorite pair of jeans. Luis was about half ready, but with his latin background, he always seems to look great to women whether its a pair of sweat pants or a suit.

We pulled up a coffee table into the center of the living room and came up with a silly drinking game with a base set of rules that we ended up violating almost immediately. It was obvious that Luis had his eye on Gretchen, and being a GREAT appreciator of redheads, I was more than happy to slide closer to Lola. Gretchen (after stopping the game) very suddenly asked, “So is it true that Latin men are better kissers than others?”

Luis, always the faithful wingman, offered up, “Well, I suppose you can try both of us and contrast and compare.”

Gretchen almost dove on Luis and buried her fingers in his hair, while Lola took her delicate bracelet covered hand and motioned me over. I took her by the small of her back and pulled her into me while holding the side of her face with a gentle kiss to her lips that increased in intensity very quickly. I felt her hands all over my scalp and ass. Her tongue had a life of its own and made for a very messy kiss (which gave me the distinct impression that we werent going anywhere that night, which was fine by me). We eased back and seperated our lips while I leaned in to give her ear a playful lick and she shuddered.

I looked over in time to see Gretchen pull her hand out of Luis’ pants and smile, she then crawled towards me and Lola motioned for Luis to come closer as she had done with me. While Lola’s kiss had been fiery, Gretchen was pure lust. She grabbed my wrists and pulled me into her top while I kissed her mouth savagely. I pinned her to the floor, feeling her leg go up around my waist and pulling me into her deeply. She moaned while I ground my hips into her roughly. I have to admit, I put far less finese into this kiss, and more raw need mirroring her own lust. She pulled away and bit down on my ear, licking the side of my face and clawing at my back while I felt my fly unzip. She gripped onto my cock and kissed me again, squeezing my thickness. I felt the heat from our bodies magnify, as her grip eased and she lifted herself out from üsküdar escort under me and pulled away. I was left panting and wanting more.

Luis and I were left, partially undressed and sitting there, waiting for their next move. Gretchen poured four more drinks and then looked at Lola and said, “I don’t know. I like them both. I think we need to do more…. thorough testing.”

Lola smiled, looked directly at me.

“I want to see if he can fuck me as hard as he kissed me.”

I smiled at Luis and we went to our respective beauties, sprawled out on the living room floor, inviting us with their incredible appetites. Approaching Lola, I held my hand out. I was dying to see her on her feet again with those boots and those incredible legs.

As I lifted her, she leaned into me, this smokey smile on her face the whole time. Her make-up was applied perfectly and the look on her face just screamed, “Come on… do it… I dare you.”

I went to work on her ears and neck first. I’ve always been incredibly attracted to a woman’s neck and I love the reactions to some delicate ear kissing. She did not disappoint. Her head rolled back and she started to make deep moans in her throat while burying her fingers in my hair. I could feel my cock harden further against my jeans, fingernails on my scalp drives me crazy in the best way. She smelled like sand and soft perfume as she made small nips at my fingers when they came into reach. My right arm moved to the small of her back. I only hope that she expected me to touch her fantastic ass, but I think I surprised her when I pulled and lifted her incredibly light frame up against my body so that only her boot-tips touched the ground. She immediately began kissing me and working my shirt open.

Behind me I could hear Gretchen slurping noisily away on Luis’ cock. Within a few seconds, Lola had my shirt peeled off and was devouring my skin with kisses, licks and soft bites. I took the opportunity to unbutton and slide my jeans off, admiring her incredible form. Her skin was a soft white compared to Gretchen, with just a hint of a tan. A perfect contrast to her scarlet mane of hair. She was the image of an irish goddess. I looked over to my friend. Gretchen had wasted no time in stripping him naked and pinned him to the couch as she feasted on his cock and balls. Lathering every inch of skin with her tongue, noisily slurping and sucking him while rubbing her clit.

My attention on the spectacle on my left didn’t last long however as Lola had worked my shirt and pants off and was slowly taking her time getting the outline of my own cock from my boxer briefs.

I decided to take some of the control back and lifted her back up to my level and turned her body away from me. From this angle, we were facing a mirror across from the couch, allowing her a view of the two of us, plus the incredibly sexy blowjob occuring behind us that was turning into a 69 quickly. Moving Lola’s hair to the side, I begin to kiss across her shoulders and took the edges of her blouse in my hands. Eager to try something that I’d always seen, and being still tipsy from the booze earlier, I gave a sudden yank from both sides, spllitting the blouse (luckily, it was snaps, and not buttons, oh well) and revealing a delicious lace red bra underneath, clasping Lola’s gorgeous breats. I ran my hands across the fabric, so that I barely touched, but it was obvious that her nipples were already incredibly hard. I trailed my hand lower to the belt and side zipper of her skirt and un-did them both. I let the skirt fall to the ground, leaving this incredibly beauty in her matching red bra and thong and her thigh high boots. She was the picture of raw sexuality.

The juxtaposition of her smooth pale skin against her red bra and thong, along with her scalet hair, coupled with the two writhing forms behind us was driving us both into an obvious sexual frenzy. Lola was grinding her ass against my cock, almost to the point pushing my boxer briefs down. I let one hand fall to my hip and began to pull them down myself. Discontent with letting me have control over any of my clothing, Lola spun and yanked them down to my ankles and in one swift motion engulfed my rock hard member in her warm, wet mouth. Her method was much more focused and purposeful than Gretchen’s appeared. Her licks were decisive and aimed at specific points. Her tongue was a lethal weapon and I knew I was totally at her mercy. As far as blowjobs went, she was aggresively working her way to the best I had ever received. She licked the head until it had a thin sheet of saliva and then sucked deeper. I felt her tongue explore every inch of my shaft, licking and dabbing her way down further and further down. Her throat contracted around me, but she kept moving further. Her eyes looked up at me as she swallowed further and even though her mouth was filled, she still managed to smile mischieviously. I couldn’t help my head falling back as my fingers şerifali escort lost themselves in her hair. I felt her tongue extend slowly down my thick shaft, her throat on the edge of gagging as the very tip touched the edge of my balls. I moaned loudly as her hands gripped my ass tightly, pushing me into her, unbelievably trying to force more of her delicious mouth down on top of me. She then began to withdrawl, a long, sticky sheen of drool left behind as she smiled and began to lick my balls, sucking each into her mouth and tonguing it within.

Behind me, Luis had freed his cock from Gretchen’s furious mouth and had scooted himself under her, leaving her on her hands and knees on the couch while he had free access to her hungry pussy. He alternatively licked and fingered his way deeply into her snatch and she howled and screamed.

I wasn’t surprised to discover that (thus far) she had the dirtier mouth of the two. Demanding him to, “Make me cum baby!! Finger fuck that pussy like you’ve wanted to all day!”

I looked down at Lola who smiled at her friend’s naughty declarations as she continued to lather my balls and shaft, while also taking the time to explore the underside of my cock and teasing my asshole in a playfully taboo manner.

I was dying to sample Lola’s pussy, but she was putting me into sheer nirvana with her mouth. I lost myself in her licks, sucks and tastes. Her tongue was a blanket of bliss as my head rolled back and forth. I was only aware of her mouth on me and my fingers in her smooth mane of hair. After what felt like far too short a time, I forced my brain out of its selfish mode and withdrew my soaking wet cock from Lola’s mouth, a thin string of drool and precum dropped to the floor and her chin. I layed her down on the couch, within reaching distance of the squealing Gretchen as Luis pounded his fingers into her deeper and deeper. I couldnt tell but it looked as though he had two, possibly three fingers impaled in Gretchen’s bald pussy. Her juices were apparent on the couch as she bucked up and down on his hand and mouth. Lola reached over to her friend’s tanned body and began to run her fingers down her flawless skin as I inched her thong down past her knees and boots. Her scent was intoxicating and I tried my best to be as delicate and purposed as she, but I know I failed. I dove into her thighs and inhaled the sweet smell of her juices and sweat. Her bald pussy was as smooth as silk but literally dripping into my mouth. Her clit was larger than I had had before, and I gleefully licked it, sending moaning spasms up her body. Each time, she reached out to squeeze Gretchen, who by this time was clearly into her second orgasm as she gripped the pillows of the couch. I decided to do some fingering of my own as I licked two digits and ran them over Lola’s lips. She sucked down on them, just as she had with my cock, and my mind almost clicked off again. I dragged my slick fingers down her chin, down her neck, across her breasts, over her smooth stomach, tickling the piercing in her bellybutton before giving her a wicked grin and slowly pushing them into the folds of her pussy. Lola was absolutely soaking wet. The fact that she was practically gushing empowered me further as I drove my fingers back and forth, all the while keeping my tongue firmly pressed against her clit. Her whimpers and moans were getting louder and I felt her body lurch as Gretchen grabbed her bra and tore it off as Luis mounted her from behind. From Gretchen’s position, it put her directly over Lola’s breasts as she took a nipple directly between her lips.

It was hard to gauge, but I had to guess that this was the first time Gretchen had ever done this, at least with Lola, because Lola’s whole body suddenly stopped as she looked at Gretchen with sheer surprise that soon faded to blissful ecstasy. I caught Luis’ glance for the first time since the escapade had begun and he looked like a cat who had just trotted into a aviary. His one hand firmly placed on Gretchen’s exquisite ass, the other pushing her neck towards Lola’s now nude (except for her boots) and writhing body. Surging with lust, I only was aware of two things, the delicious feel of Lola’s pussy against my invading fingers and tongue and the fact that my cock wanted nothing but to plunge into one of these women and give them the fucking of their lives. Lola’s bucking and clawing at my back became even rougher and more rushed.

“Oh god, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. I’m going to cum all over your face you bastard. God, don’t fucking stop!”

More than happy to oblige her, I continued my actions, but going deeper into her loins and licking her clit more insistently. Her nails digging into my scalp and back as her boots lifted her hips further into my hungry lips. Feeling her juices start to flow, I impaled my fingers as far as they would go inside of her as I did my best to continue licking her throbbing clit as her hips bucked wildly. As her orgasm began to slow, I had a chance to glance to my right and saw Gretchen pounding back on Luis’ hips while he pulled back on her hair. Her dark locks tangled in his fingers as she wildly screamed and cursed at him. He was clearly having the time of his life with her and she didn’t seem to be too bad a time herself. I was curious if I’d get a turn with her later on, but I was more interested in the gorgeous, panting redhead in front of me.

I looked down on her, sweating, panting, hair spread across the cusions of the couch, and Gretchen’s nail marks and lipstick across her breasts. “Ready to give those two a run for their money baby?”

“Fuck me like you’re never going to see me again. Because if you don’t do it right…. you won’t.”

I love a woman who presents a challenge.

I took her hand and pulled her into me. We kissed wildly, our faces a mash of tongues and lips, bites and licks. I grasped her thigh with one hand and lifted. The cool leather under my fingers feeling devine. I could feel her pussy juices drip onto the head of my cock as my rock hard erection found its way under her. I pressed my hips up, encountering some slight resistance despite her soaked condition.

“Fuck me… do i!” She wailed into my ear.

I could feel her bite my shoulder as I pushed further, her lips opening to accomodate my girth. Harder I pushed, nearly lifting her off the ground as I heard her inhale deeply in a noiseless gasp. Then finally, pop! The head broke through and my throbbing dick pushed further and further into her velvet tunnel. She was incredibly tight around me and she was feeling it.

“Christ, and I thought my boyfriend was thick. Fuck me baby. Give me that dick!!!”

I knew it!!! This new information coupled with the incredible pressure of her pussy drove me to grabbing her other thigh, leaning back and lifting her body into the hair, bracing her weight on my chest. Her leather clad calves wrapped around my back as I lifted and then dropped her down on my cock. Her scream broke the concentration of Gretchen and Luis behind us. Luis slowed for only moments before continuing his ravaging of Gretchen’s cunt.

“You go you little cheating bitch. Let him show you how you need to be fucked!” Gretchen screamed towards Lola as I made a mental note to ask about it later.

With Lola completely off the ground and impaled on my cock, I started bouncing her mercilessly onto my cock. Dropping her harder and harder each time. Each time, her screams growing more and more into enraptured bliss. My own sexual fervor was driven wild by this fantastic redhaired goddess, clad only in her boots, fucking my cock up and down, and knowing that this was more than her boyfriend had ever offered her. Is there any faster way to a man’s heart than through his ego? I spun us around and pressed her back against the wallpaper and pinned her between the wall and my body, her hands gripping to my back tightly as I slammed into her over and over again. I felt her shake and orgasm again as we grinded against the wall, I knew my own orgasm wasn’t far behind.

“Get on your back! Do it!” Lola demanded as I fell onto the floor, carrying her with me. Knees braced she began to ride me with double the pace that we had matched before, each pump was followed by a, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! as she rode me into my first impending orgasm. I was way beyond the point of being capable of asking her where she wanted me to cum, but from her fervor, it was fairly obvious.

Gripping her hips tightly as she bucked and threw her hair back and forth wildly, I felt my cock lurch deep inside her and explode in a torrent of cum, erupting into her pussy with rope after rope of hot stickiness. “GOD YESSS!!!!!” we both screamed. I felt my cock slowly slip out of her as Lola fell to her side, shuddering and shaking. Behind us, Luis and Gretchen, who had clearly finished during our escapade were collapsed in their own tangle of limbs, watching. Gretchen, a still hungry expression on her face crawled towards me and began to stroke my cock insistantly while licking Lola’s and my juices off the head. Her lips felt devine and hot. She seemed possessed to get another load for herself out of me and if she kept going at the pace she was, she would get it.

Lola crawled over to Luis and mashed his face into her pussy. I have to give him credit for shutting out or ignoring what had just happened between she and I but he began to lick and finger fuck her like a champ.

I had to admit that Gretchen’s rabid need for cum was an incredible turn-on as she pounded my cock in her fist, licking and drooling all across my hips and shaft. She could by no means compare to Lola’s skill, but after Lola had worked me up into the state of sheer animal desire I was in, a nice, sloppy, wet blowjob felt like just what the doctor ordered. Her mouth felt like wet fire as she sucked and gargled down every inch of me. I felt her free hand against my leg mercilessly rubbing her clit. The woman could give lessons in multi-tasking. She bowed her head below my shaft and began tickling my balls and the underside of my cock with the tip of her tongue, moving lower and lower. Ooooh, was this little devil going to go where her friend had only earlier just teased with exploring?

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Hi, my name is Teena. Let me share the amazing adventure I had last weekend. First, a bit about myself. I’m nineteen and graduated from high school last year. Right now, I work at a family restaurant as a server but I have bigger ambitions. Men say I’m pretty and a fellow from a modeling agency even invited me in for a photo shoot. Nothing came of it, but I did get a nice set of professional photos to keep forever.

I am a real football fan and my fantasy has been to meet and marry a player. Call me crazy, but it does happen and I’m a pure optimist. Why not me? I’d be the perfect mate. I sent one of my photos from the modeling agency to a good-looking rookie linebacker, named Blake, who plays for an out-of-town team. I included my cell number and some personal info. We have been texting and talking for the last three weeks and this week his team will be in my city. Blake wants to meet me. Oh, my frigging god, that is so incredible. I’ve been vibrating for the last few days.

He says a few of his teammates have rented a hotel suite for a post-game get-together and that I should wear a nice party dress. The only one I have is my prom dress. It’s a light pink, girlie color with a short skirt. The top is shoulderless and is cut low in front. We girls were trying to look sexy for our prom pictures. When I put it on, I noticed my breasts had gotten larger over the last year. Now I don’t need a push-up bra like prom night to make my breasts look sexy over the top of my dress. The skirt was also tighter. I guess my hips had matured as well. I bought a new thong panty. On prom night, I made the mistake of having a normal panty and the lines showed through the thin satin material. My girlfriends teased me all night.

The night before my party date with Blake, I shaved off my pubic hair, totally clean even up to my anus. I didn’t know if we would be having sex, but I wanted to be prepared just in case. Not that I’ve had a lot of sex. My boyfriend went off to university a thousand miles away. Apart from him, I only had a couple of one-night stands that went nowhere. Truth was that I was just flat out going to offer myself up to Blake, the football god. My dream was that Blake would fall for me and we could be together forever. Why not dream big.

The lobby to the hotel was huge with many sitting areas and people milling about. I looked over at the elevator bank and felt a surge of panic. My knees were weak, and I went and sat on a sofa to get up my nerve. The people around the lobby were so sophisticated. Many of the women were in beautiful evening dresses. Everyone was so happy. I spotted a couple of players from the team. This must be where the team stayed. It would be so good to be part of this world. Dammit, I thought, I’ll do this. Over I went to the elevator. It was half full of well-dressed folks. I pressed the button for the top floor. The crowd got off at a fancy bar and restaurant floor and I was alone as I ascended with my small handbag clutched in both my hands in front of me.

The doors opened and I could hear some party sounds at one end of a long hallway. The door to the suite was halfway open. I confirmed the number on the door and went inside. There were about twenty men and women standing around with drinks in their hands. I saw Blake, my awesome date over beside the bar and went to him.

He was so big in real life. I felt so tiny. Oh my god, he’s so gorgeous. I melted as he broke into a big grin as I approached.

“There’s my little lady.” He leaned down, held my bare shoulders, and gave me an air kiss just like I’d seen in the movies. “Thanks for coming. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

I blushed I’m sure a thousand shades of red and said, “I’ve been dying to meet you too. Thanks so much for inviting me.”

He continued, “What would you like to drink?”

I always drink beer but that seemed to amateur, so I said my mom’s favorite.

“I’ll have a seven-and-seven.”

The bartender made it and Blake handed it to me. We toasted.

He said, “Here’s to getting to know each other better.” I saw his eyes were looking at my breasts and that gave me a little adrenaline rush. His eyes seemed to look through my dress. I drank some of my drink. I remember the whisky taste wasn’t very nice. The room was buzzing with people talking loudly and music in the background. All the women were very pretty, and the men were very athletic and handsome. It was very intimidating but so exhilarating to be there amongst sancaktepe escort all those beautiful people.

We talked about football, mostly about his time in college football. I just stared up at him with loving, admiring eyes as he talked. He was interested in my boring life. I had a few drinks and was feeling pretty good, but I was careful not to have too many. When a teammate came over with his girlfriend, I just held onto Blake’s strong muscular arm as they talked football. His beautiful girlfriend did the same. Her man had his hand on her bum and soon Blake cupped mine. When he did that he looked down with pride and gave my bum-cheek a squeeze. Of course, I smiled up at him in complete adoration and leaned my head on his hard bicep under his sports jacket.

I could see a couple on one of the sofas kissing very passionately. They didn’t seem to care about the other folks in the room. Somebody had put on dance music and few pairs were dancing. Two beautiful ladies did a very sexy dance that all the men cheered them for. These were two team cheerleaders that were breaking the rules to be with the players. Blake was enjoying the show and suddenly swept me into his arms and kissed me. His body was so big and rock hard. It took my breath away as I hugged him and his tongue parted my lips. He grabbed my ass-cheeks with his huge hands and massaged them deeply. I was embarrassed that others could see us but of course said nothing. I was so proud that Blake liked me.

A lady came into the room. She was older than the others, maybe early thirties, but was very classy and gorgeous. Her long blonde hair was cut in a trendy new style. She had on a knee-length silver satin evening gown that clung to her perfect body like a second skin. Her eyes locked onto Blake and over she came with a look of pure adoration on her face.

He said, “Hi Bethany, I didn’t know if you would come. I’m glad you did.”

“Yes, it took me some time to get my nerve up. But here I am.”

With that Blake gave her a kiss on the lips and a hug. In her heels, she was many inches taller than me and her body was womanly, but still she also looked small in his arms.

He asked what she wanted to drink and went over to the bar. This gave me time to talk with her.

“Hi, my name is Teena.” I offered my hand and she said, “Hi, my name’s Bethany. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m here. It’s like nothing I’ve ever done.. I’m just all jelly inside. I’ve only had sex with my husband, never cheated even though I’ve had lots of offers. But in a moment of craziness, I contacted Blake. He is just so beautiful, so virile and so young. When he texted back and said he’d never been with an older woman, I just lost all modesty and said I wanted to be his first. I’m so bad. It’s so unlike me and I almost didn’t come. He said he had a girlfriend that wasn’t jealous. Is that you?”

Listening to her sent my heart plunging. Should I leave? Should I stay? What’s happening? My head was in a daze.

She repeated, “Are you Blake’s girlfriend?”

“No, we’ve been getting to know each other on social media and this is our first date. I really want to be his girlfriend. But I didn’t know anything about you and him.”

She said, “You are very beautiful and the right age for him for a real relationship. I’m just here for something short-term. Why don’t we just go with the flow and see where things go. At the least of it, it will be an experience of a lifetime for both of us.”

Blake came back and she kissed him below the ear and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you for inviting me. Just ask me anything, Blake.”

Not to be outdone, I took his hand and kissed the palm and placed it on my bum. I was going to be the best girl he has ever been with and make him my own.

He kissed me and said to both of us women, “Aren’t I the luckiest guy, two beautiful women.”

We drank more and Bethany loosened up after a few drinks. Blake was free with his hands and I could see she was embarrassed when her cupped her breast in front of the other couples. I fawned all over him and let him explore my breasts and bottom. But I had my back to the others when he grabbed my pussy over my skirt. Bethany graciously, avoided being touched down there when he tried. He was treating us like trophies to his teammates. My guess is that rookies need to make their bones.

When he touched us intimately, the package in his slacks became ümraniye escort so large. It sent a chill through me and I could see Bethany’s eyes widen when she saw it. We were all getting very horny. Watching Bethany get hot and loose was fascinating. I’d heard the phrase ‘bitch in heat’ but never seen it. A mature woman hot for sex was a new thing for me to witness.

Finally, she whispered in Blake’s ear, “Let’s go to your room and fuck.”

He broke into a big shit-ass grin and said loudly for all to hear, “It’s time to RUMBLE. Let’s go ladies.”

I cringed with the little modesty I had left as we walked out of the party room with his hands on our asses. Everyone knew we were going for sex. Walking to the elevator, my mind and eyes turned to the large tent in Blake’s slacks. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Bethany was all over Blake including stroking his crotch as she kissed his lips. But his eyes were drilled on me in a hungry way over her shoulder that got my pussy throbbing.

It was a blur how we got to the bedroom of his posh suite. Bethany attacked his shirt as I went to my knees and undid his belt and waistband. As I stripped his pants down and off, Bethany already hand her hand deep inside his underwear as she panted in a sexual frenzy. I pulled his underwear down. Oh my god, his penis was amazing. Even half hard it was much larger than the few I had seen. Without a thought, I rose on my knees and kissed his cock-head in adoration and respect.

An animal growl came from Blake’s throat and he took my hands and raised me to my feet. His hands pushed the top of my dress down roughly, exposing my breasts. Cupping them in each of his huge hands he said, “There are those sweet titties I’ve been dying to see all night.” He looked over at Bethany and said in a firm tone, “Time to get naked ladies.”

He crawled buck-naked onto the bed as her and I stripped in double time, panties and all. I was surprised to see she had a full bush. I found out later, Blake wanted that. I lay on one side and Bethany the other. Amazingly, he turned to me and laying on his side looked down at my naked body.

“Teena, my sweet, you are amazing.”

My heart leaped for joy and I replied, “Blake, my love, you are beyond amazing.” I kissed his chest as his hand found my crotch. Of course, I spread my knees in completed acceptance. The odor of my love juices filled the air. Bethany was laying on her side behind Blake, kissing his ear and her hand reached around gripping the shaft of his stiffening erection.

I reached up my lips to his and kissed them several times and then on his face as his fingers probed my pussy. I was in heaven.

Bethany was shifting down and I could see her pull his hips back to let her lips wrap around the head of his erection. She gobbled his manhood like it was a delicious treat.

Blake looked down and said, “That’s the ticket. I just knew you older ladies have so much experience. Down and dirty sex. Right on. I bet you’ve sucked a lot of cock in your day.” Bethany looked up and smiled with her eyes as her beautiful mouth was stretched around his cock.

He looked at me and said, “Get down there and learn, baby.” He took two large pillows and put them behind his back as he leaned on the headboard so he could watch us perform. I had jerked off a boy in his car but never did oral. He continued, “Teena, lay with your ass up here. I want to play with your pussy while you suck me off.”

When my head was close to his crotch, his cock seemed even bigger. I must have been to slow because his hand on the back of my head pushed me towards his cock. With a wide, pink tongue, Bethany was licking the base of his erection and I did the same around the deep red, engorged, circumcised head. His hand went to my bum and I parted my knees in case he wanted to feel me up there in my crotch. With my boyfriends, I was always embarrassed for them to see my back end. But Blake can see or do anything he wanted.

Bethany pushed the tip to my lips. I knew what she’s indicating. I stretched my lips as much as possible and took the head into my mouth.

Blake shouted, “Oh fuck yes. That feels fucking sweet, Teena.” Bethany must have known I didn’t have much experience because she placed her hand on the back of my head and pushed down so the head went deeper inside my mouth. Then she released the pressure and his cock slid back. I got the message, closed tuzla escort my eyes and bobbed on my own.

Soon Blake panted, “Oh fuck yes, Bethany, you naughty lady, licking my balls. Teena, get down there with the lady. I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum in your sweet, tight pussy.” His fingers slid up and down the wet folds of my pussy as my face touched Bethany’s and my tongue licked his cleanly shaven ball-sack. His crotch smelled very musky as I pleasured his balls.

Bethany looked up and begged. “Blake, I’m so fucking horny. I need your cock. May I?”

He said pointing down at his manhood, “I’m all yours, horny lady.”

I was amazed at how quickly, Bethany rose up, straddle Blakes waist, notched the head of his cock in her pussy and settled down completely impaled. Her womanly scream of pleasure, I will never forget. I could tell she almost fainted with the sensation. She froze in position with a look of luxury on her face. Blake reached up with one hand and cupped her full, mature breast and the other on my smaller one. I felt pride that he was thinking of me even as he was cock deep inside of Bethany. I took and kissed his hand and placed it back on my breast. I almost wept with joy when he smiled at me and pulled me in to sit beside him to watch Bethany in action. My god, she was amazing. She growled as she ground her sex into his. Her hips twerked as she pivoted on his erection. The perfect lady that had entered the party room was now a lust-filled tart with a sole mission of reaching an explosive orgasm.

She moaned, “Oh fuck baby, your cock is so wonderful.” She leaned forward and humped her pussy on his junk with loud slapping sounds as their crotches slammed against each other. “Oh my god, you fill me up. Oh, oh sweet baby, I love your cock. Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes.” Her pace got frantic and she just whimpered as she raced to her goal. Then she screamed, “AHHHH, OH fuck, AHHHHH. My fucking aaaahhh, holy crap. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She fell forward onto Dereck chest, totally limp and completely satisfied.

The erotic show had me incredibly hot. My mind was in a lust cloud. When Bethany rolled off, Blakes cock sprang up like a big pole. It seemed so desirable but so dangerous. I hid my face under Blake’s chin and waited for him to take me.

Blake said in a low, firm voice, “That was sweet Bethany but I need to do some thrusting. Yes, some good animal rutting.”

He went from sitting to kneeling halfway down the bed. I was still sitting where I had been beside him not knowing what I should do. He was so big in front of me, a nude bull of a man. My heart was beating a mile a minute when he grabbed my ankles, grunted and pulled me onto my back before him. That took my breath away and I could hear a squeal come from my throat. Looking over at Bethany, I saw her with a big smile on her face as he positioned between my legs to mount me. In a flash, he fell forward. I braced for his weight, but he expertly was suspended on his elbows and knees above and slightly touching my naked body.

I was filled with love and adoration and wrapped my arms as best I could around his muscular body.

I begged in his ear, “I am yours sweet lover. I am yours.”

I could feel Bethany’s hand in our crotch area and then her notching Blake’s manhood into my vagina opening.” His animal sounds mingled with my whimpering as he thrust solidly and deeply into my center. Oh sweet, Mary, my world was rocked as my pussy was filled and waves of pleasure and pain rolled through my body. As my vagina adjusted to his large size, it became only pleasure, pure pleasure. I stretched my legs as wide as possible to allow him to go deeper into my center. My feet were high in the air and I could see them sway as he thrust solidly into me. I could hear girlie sounds from my throat mix with his manly grunting as our bodies collided. Lust overtook my brain and I raced towards what seemed like a dangerous orgasm. It was like running towards an edge of a cliff, leaping into the powerful, unknown. Oh, fuck yes, I fucking jumped off. I know not what I shouted but I was screaming as my pussy exploded. Blake was shouting too as he came inside me. He rolled off me laughing in total joy. I curled up next to him and kissed his shoulder in complete adoration.

The rest of the night was a great pleasure. We had more sex. Blake did doggy-style sex with Bethany. That was a truly amazing sight, a total animal act. I’ll certainly never forget that. She loved it. Blake had to catch an early flight. I saw him off at the airport and we have kept in touch by social media. I look forward to when he plays again in my city. I’ve been texting with a player from another team who is really hot. His team is coming this weekend and we are getting together. Maybe he will be my future husband. Can’t stop being an optimist.

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