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Anna had expected some of the rules on the list. She was to do as she was told quickly and without question. She wasn’t to contact him; he would contact her when he was ready for her. She wasn’t allowed to talk about it to anybody, ever. Everything that was going on was of her own free will and that she was always to lick and suck him clean when he was finished with her. He’d told her all that two knights ago.

She could have guessed that he wouldn’t allow her to be affectionate with him in public. Anna hadn’t expected that he would be inviting his friends over and that they were due the same respect and privileges with her that he was. She didn’t know she’d be expected to go with anybody he told her to either. Both of those prospects filled her with both fear and excitement and she wasn’t sure which one was greater. The idea of marching over and telling him that this farce of a relationship was over lasted maybe fifteen minutes before she realized she had no intention of saying no to Alfred.

Anna had been expecting some rules about a dress code. Even her former boyfriends who’d had much less control over her had ‘requested’ that she wear only short skirts and tight tops. She barely owned anything that was decent for mixed company anymore. Thanks to her most recent boyfriend she had a complete set of My Little Pony Panties and lots of brightly colored thigh high socks that were admittedly extremely cute. There didn’t seem to be any other rules about what she was and wasn’t allowed to do and she’d expected something like that but that was all the rules.

The second page had been instructions for what she had to do. When Anna saw that she’d been given instructions she immediately knew that it was going to involve her dressing up and coming over to let him do something to her. The instructions were clear that she was to complete the current step before reading the next but a few hundred dollar bills fluttering out forced her to accidently read the first three steps all at the same time spoiling a bit of the surprise. At least it would have but in his old age Alfred hadn’t really given instructions that were easily separated. Step one was to retrieve his car keys from a fake rock in front of her house, the second was to take his car-which seemed obvious from step one- and step three was to go to the mall. If she’d made a list of things he might demand of her going to the mall with five hundred dollars wasn’t even on the possible list, much less the probable one.

Just because he hadn’t told her to dress up to go the mall wasn’t actually a reason not to. Without knowing what the rest of her activities were going to be Anna wriggled her way into a pair of khakis that forced her to wear a thong or have lines. She chose a plain black tee and a pair of matching heels. She had a pretty good idea for what she was being given money to purchase so she went without a bra simply to speed up the process. Usually when men wanted to buy her clothing they wanted to be there with her so they could see her try them on. Apparently the old man enjoyed being surprised. That was just fine with Anna since she really wasn’t quite sure if she could handle him trying to take her in the dressing room just yet.

The idea though warmed her entire body. She could see exactly how he’d have her leaned up against the mirror forcing her to watch her own expressions as he took her from behind. He’d leave her panties and pants around her ankles. He’d have to cover her mouth to keep her from crying out and he’d probably take her slow and deep, lifting her up onto the very tips of her toes with each thrust.

Anna hoped he was watching right then because the thought of him fucking her in public forced her to peel her khakis off, turning them inside out in her rush. Putting her face down on her pillow and pushed her ass up. Her fingers were immediately thrust between her slick lips. He must have been watching because she it didn’t take long for her to drive herself to an orgasm that left her thighs quivering beneath her. Even after her orgasm had finished washing over her she remained like that with her bared haunches facing the window for anybody, including hopefully Alfred, to see. It took almost five minutes before she was able to pull herself together and get her legs to obey enough to get back into her pants and on her way.

Alfred didn’t drive a car. He drove what Anna would normally have thought was over compensation for coming up a little shy between the legs. He wasn’t lacking there, he was actually quite adequate if nothing to run around bragging about. Certainly not şerifali escort the kind of person you’d expect to see with a black pick up truck that actually had stairs come out when you opened the door so you could climb up into it.

The mall was only about ten or fifteen minutes away. At least that’s how long it would have taken Anna in her mother’s car but she was terrified of the beastly vehicle that didn’t seem much like it was under her control. It reminded her a little of when she’d gone horseback riding as a girl and found out by getting bucked and breaking her arm that horses don’t so much do as you tell them as take it under advisement and then do whatever the hell they want. The truck lurched forward with even the slightest tap on the gas and snapped to a sudden stop with the same gentle touch to the breaks. She didn’t trust it on the freeway. If she hadn’t been trying so hard not to get jerked around by the vehicle she probably wouldn’t have hit each and every one of the thirty seven lights -she was frustrated enough to count- between her and the mall.

The moment she was in the parking lot she pulled into the very first spot she could find and stopped to fumble with her instruction. There was nothing confusing at all about what was written down but she couldn’t imagine that was what he’d actually meant to write down. It read, “Go to Trianna’s and ask them for the full treatment.” Trianna’s was the day spa and massage parlor. She’d wanted to go since they first opened but even their minimum package was seventy five dollars, more than she had to spare for a quick rub down. She’d heard stories from the women that had been though and if the stories were to be believed Trianna’s massages were better than sex.

It was difficult to keep from skipping through the mall. The guys in the mall were certainly noticing the bounce in her step, and not just because she’d chosen to go braless. She knew she was giggling lightly and must have been very nearly glowing. When she arrived at Trianna’s there was no line, not that she’d ever much of a line to get in. The clerk, a petite Asian woman with flat black hair just smiled and took her to the back explaining that she knew what she had to be there for. It was written all over her face.

Anne thought she saw a greenish glimmer in the woman’s eyes but it had to have been some kind of trick of the light because it was gone as quickly as she saw it. Either that or she was so excited that she was seeing things, either way the woman’s eyes were clearly a fairly common shade of brown. It must have just been excitement since Anne also swore she didn’t remember the soothing but very odd music playing until after the woman lead her into the private room.

The woman finally introduced herself as Tali. Tali told Anne she should remove her garments and then lay face down on the table and then left. Anne blushed slightly suddenly regretting that she hadn’t at least worn a thong beneath her khakis but it was too late to do anything about that and there was no guarantee they would have let her keep them anyway. “It’s not any different from gym.” Anne thought to herself. She carefully stripped down and got onto the massage table with her face pressed through the donut like hole and staring at the floor.

It was starting to become a little concerning for Anne how easily she saw things that might not be there and completely missed things that were in this place. It had started with that impossible glimmer in the woman’s eyes, continued with the enchanting music she could already feel coaxing her into that comforting place right on the edge drowsiness. It was like she was hovering just outside her body. Now she was suddenly noticing that the entire floor was a giant mosaic.

Art wasn’t really something that Anne had much an eye for but if she had to guess it was some kind of South American art. She even recognized a few of the animals depicted in what appeared to be a story but other than there was a boy who was apparently also a jaguar and a girl who was also a spider she couldn’t fathom what the story was about at all. It, along with the soft music however was distracting enough that she didn’t even hear Tali and a man she’d later went by the name of Richius had entered the room.

“Is this your first time?” The tone of Tali’s voice suggested she already knew the answer to her question. She didn’t sound surprised in the least when Anne said that it was. In fact Anne thought for a moment that her voice sounded oddly melodic. “Good. Then just relax. silivri escort You’ll enjoy this quite a bit. I’ll be back to get you in one hour. Richius will take very good care of you.”

Richius was surprisingly strong. The moment he touched her Anne could feel the raw power behind his hands. He could have done anything with those hands. He could pull her over his knee and spank her like a child or wrap his fingers around her throat and wait until she begged him for mercy. He could pin her to the ground and manhandle her like a rag doll.

“Oh God.” Anne had no earthly idea which words she was keeping in her head and which she was exclaiming aloud. She sincerely hoped however that she was completely silent other than the low approving moans she knew she was giving. “Why does it excite me that he could abuse me?” Richius was spouting something about tension in her shoulders and Anne could definitely feel something between his thumbs but her focus was on his fingers which seemed to be steadily closing around her throat.

His touch was nothing like Alfred’s. Alfred was gentle and by comparison almost shy. Richius by contrast was deliciously digging his fingers into her flesh. He left her shoulders and went down each arm paying special attention to her elbows which forced audible squeals from her lips. Anne shuddered as his hands worked down her back. When he reached her waist Anne envisioned him lifting her up and throwing her against the wall where he’d savagely fuck her from behind. His hands kneading into her buttocks raised the idea of him pinning her beneath him and taking her ass. She kick, claw and cry and he wouldn’t care. He’d just fuck her until he was satisfied and when he was he’d leave her with his cum oozing out of her raw fucked rectum. She knew as soon as his fingers gripped her thighs that he’d have no problem forcing them apart. The only thing Anne would be able to do would be cry but she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Richius fingers around her calves brought sudden fantasies of him ripping her off the table and dragging her into another room.

The disturbing part was as much as she wanted to deny it the idea of him just taking her was thrilling. Anne couldn’t deny the fact that she was getting wet each time a new way he could violate her came to mind. She didn’t want to be excited by that, her entire life she’d always been the one in control. Boys came to her; they did what she said, when she said it, because she said it. Alfred was the first man to tell her anything and now she was having fantasies about this complete stranger forcing himself on her.

“Is everything okay miss?” Richius was currently working the soles of her feet. Anne didn’t quite trust her voice but she couldn’t nod with her face trapped in the donut hole so she forced an affirming grunt out. He worked each toe individually before moving back up her legs. “This will hurt but only for a second.” He warned. He played both hands at the base of her spine and pushed down. He wasn’t lying about it hurting. Anne felt her vertebrae popping one after the other in a painful jolt by the time she could cry out the pain was gone and replaced with a bliss that felt like her body was melting.

“Oh my.” Anne whispered. She was hardly aware of anything for a while after that.

Anne had no idea how much time had passed when she was jolted back from her blissful nirvana and back into reality by his hands groping her ass. “What are you doing?” She whispered still far too relaxed to do more than slightly turn her head. He was pulling her cheeks apart and running his thumbs along her crack occasionally pausing at her asshole.

“I am getting your ready miss.” Richius replied so casually that Anne almost forgot to ask what she was being prepped for. “You’re joking right? Don’t you know what the Full Treatment is for?” She responded that she didn’t and Richius laughed softly. “The Full Treatment is for women and occasionally men, who desire to please their lovers anally.”

“What?” Anne started pushing herself up from the table only to have Richius gently push her back down. “Let me go.” She protested but she wasn’t trying to resist him in the least.

“Relax miss and just listen for a moment. If you want to leave I’m not going to stop you but you will not receive a refund and I imagine whoever sent you here will be very disappointed.”

Anne’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t thought much about Alfred since getting to the mall but he had sent her here. He must have known what this place really was and şirinevler escort he hadn’t sent her with hundreds of dollars by accident. “Go on.” At least now she had a clue what he planned to do with her next. That dirty old man was still a man it seemed and like the boys she’d known he wanted her ass. Unlike nearly every boy who’d ever asked her for that the pervert was going to get it.

It was suddenly insulting that he’d given her money and sent her to the mall. She wasn’t sure if he was treating her like a whore, a prostitute or just a common pet but whatever it was it was galling. It didn’t make sense how after just one chance meeting in the rain that she was letting him treat her this way. “Why am I letting him do this?” Anne thought silently.

Those thoughts were pushed aside when Richius went back to work forcing a thumb up her ass. Anne back instantly arched and her eyes shot open. Despite Richius telling her to relax she was doing no such thing. It didn’t hurt; it was far from the first time someone had played with her before. She could barely remember the last time someone had been so bold with her. Almost immediately she found herself backing up against his hand trying to drive him a little deeper into her each time.

“Okay, I think it’s time we moved onto the next step miss.” Richius said pushing her back down onto the table and removing his thumb. With her face back in the hole Anne could only hear what he was doing. Something slid open and he was rustling around in it for a few moments. This next part usually works better if you get up on your knees miss.”

“My name is Anne.” She was trying to sound annoyed but she knew she was failing at that.

“Okay Anne. Well some women find that it helps if they . . . play with themselves while we do this.” Anne looked over her shoulder at Richius. She’d never seen a butt plug before in person, she’d seen them in some of her boyfriend’s porn videos and most of those had been comically huge. This one was almost cute. It was maybe four inches long and not too thick. Richius was being more than generous coating it with enough lube that it glistened.

Anne couldn’t stop herself from gripping the table and biting down on her lower lip in anticipation. She wasn’t sure if Richius was intentionally dragging every moment out as long as he could. For Anne it seemed like it took an eternity before he even touched the firm rubber toy against her anus. It didn’t take much pressure before it that tight ring of muscle started to stretch and give way. Anne’s eyes screwed shut. Her sphincter continued stretching wider and wider until it finally slipped completely into her except the base.

“Is that it?” Anne asked wiggling her rump suggestively at Richius. She felt full. It was an oddly pleasant sensation that already had her head swimming again.

“That’s it. That wasn’t so bad was it?” Richius said with a smirk. He had angled himself slightly away from her. “That’s the Full Treatment. Leave it for a while so you can get used to how it feels being stretched open. It’ll make things a lot easier for you and your lover.” Anne rolled over into a sitting position. “You should probably give yourself an enema when you get home and then go find your lover. If he’s a big guy we have so,” Richius paused mid sentence. He knew the look Anne was giving him. “I’m sorry, believe me I’d love to but we have strict rules.”

“Fine.” Anne glowered then walked over to her clothing pulling them back on doing her best not to look angry. “Is there anything else I should know?” Richius told her there would be a bag waiting for her at the front desk.

Anne didn’t mean to stomp her way out of the room and back into the lobby. She barely heard Tali wishing her a good afternoon and thrusting the bag at her. Anne noticed enough to grab the bag on her way back into the mall. She was halfway back to her exit when she remembered to check the list. It turned out to be a good thing too since the next thing on the list was getting a manicure and pedicure. Both of those activities were surprise free other than the fact that she would never have chosen sky blue on her own.

“There are definitely worse ways to spend a day.” Anne thought to herself when she finished with her nails and checked her list. The instructions she’d received had been more than a little beyond unusual. She was still waiting for the part with a bikini wax at least but after her nails she was to get something to eat if she hadn’t already. She had but it was nice that he’d thought to make sure that she ate. The last two things on the list instructed her to buy herself a new swimsuit and get herself off in the pool.

Nothing in the note said anything about her fucking three college boys but he didn’t have to write that part. Alfred wasn’t an idiot; he had to know exactly what was going to happen. If the boys so much as hinted their interest she was going to devour them whether she liked it or not.

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I did some dating in high school but never dated any girl very long. I don’t know if it was me or them, but for whatever reason, the relationships just never went beyond casual dating.

I had plenty of friends who were going steady, hooked-up tight, and just about all of them were having lots of sex but me, well, again casual dating did provide a few hand jobs now and then along with some nice boob action from several girls, even some memorable blow jobs.

But, well, I wasn’t a virgin when I went off to college, I’d gotten rid of my cherry when I was eighteen and a senior in high school to a girl, Melissa Robinson, who was easy to get into bed. Our relationship wasn’t serious in the least, I wanted to have sex for the first time and Melissa loved sex. Pretty much all you had to do was ask.

Well, it was pretty good, she had a pretty nice body and all and she really knew how to use it. So, I did go off to college with some experience at least.

As many have found out as well, college life and college girls can be much more open and free than what we all had in high school. I really think a lot of the change that takes place is due to the girls. Once they leave high school and go away to college, they, many of them, let go and begin to have a good time. A really good time.

That was certainly what I saw and I took advantage of it just like most of my buddies.

There was one girl, however, that I met when I was in my junior year, she was a sophomore, and we really seemed to hit it off really well. Diana Dolan, like me, was also an English major with an Education minor, we both planned to teach after graduation.

Diana was really pretty and I soon found out that she had a lovely body that she enjoyed using well and often. I teased her about being “DD with the B’s and C’s” as a take on her name’s initials, her general grades, followed by her bra size.

It was after a few months of dating that we began discussing more permanent plans and soon after that we became engaged. My parents thought the world of her and when I met her mom, we really connected so it was looking like it would be a marriage made in heaven, as they say.

Everything was wonderful all the way through my graduation and into my getting a teaching job nearby as Diana began her final year. Then, we both began to see that we really weren’t meant to be together and decided to end our engagement and go our separate ways.

It had been about a month after we’d made our decision, on a Sunday morning as I was sitting at my kitchen table reviewing lesson plans for the weeks to come, when my doorbell rang.

I hopped up and looked through the little security peephole and there was Diana’s mother, Judy, standing in the hallway outside my door.

Now, I had always gotten along with Diana’s mom really well, she was nice and fun and we always seemed to hit it off.

I knew her mom had been disappointed when we called off our engagement because I overheard her on the phone with her mom telling her after we had come to the decision. Her mom was more upset than we were, it had seemed.

So, I swung the door open and welcomed her in.

“Oh, Kenny, I hope I’m not bothering you this morning but I was in town and had some of your things that were still at my house,” she said, handing me a grocery bag full of clothes.

“Oh, sure, gee, thanks, come in, I’ve got coffee,” I said and she stepped inside and we went to my kitchen where I got a mug down. As I turned back to her, she was standing there crying, “Oh, Kenny, I’m so sorry you two have parted ways, I’d so wanted you for my son-in-law.”

I stepped over to her and hugged her to me as I felt her trembling as she sobbed a bit. I held her for a minute or two until she’d calmed down when she said, “Oh, I really should be going, Kenny, I’ve disrupted your morning enough, I’m afraid. I really just wanted to say goodbye.”

I’m not sure exactly why but I pulled her back to me and kissed her, perhaps a little harder than I’d meant, though maybe not. It was then that I felt her tongue slip between my lips.

I might have been a little surprised but I was also rather pleased and opened my lips so we could tongue-kiss which it seemed we were both enjoying as we held each other that Sunday morning.

Without thinking much about it, my hands had roamed downward and were on her butt squeezing and pulling her middle into my middle which, in the long, male tradition, was expanding outward.

She felt soft and warm and nice, Diana’s mother was a pretty woman, trim and shapely, I think Diana had told me her mom had turned forty only a couple of years ago, so she was certainly not old by any means. She felt quite nice in my arms, I can tell you that.

As we kissed, there was no way she could not have been quite aware of my erection şişli escort making itself known and when we separated, we just kind of stood there and looked at each other.

Then, quietly, she asked, smiling up at me, “Kenny, would you take me to your bedroom?”

The words went directly to my cock. I’ve told you my exe’s mother is a pretty woman and kissing her filled me with sexual excitement like I hadn’t felt in quite some time. She was a small woman and nicely curvy and I took her again and kissed her in a very non-almost mother-in-law fashion now with my hands down easing her skirt up to feel her ass in her panties.

We kissed another minute, then I said, “I’d be very happy and very proud to take you back to my room,” and took her hand and led her down the hall to my bedroom, where, thankfully, I had straightened the covers earlier.

As we went in, she took me again and we kissed as our hands moved on each other working to get one another’s clothes undone.

I had her blouse open and had reached around to unclasp her bra as she got my pants loose and pulled down to my knees. She stepped back and was quickly out of everything but her panties and I stood there in just my boxers as we hugged again and kissed some more, this time with her hand down under my waistband feeling my hardness as my hands fondled her nice warm breasts.

“I’m not as young as Diana but I hope you’ll be happy with me,” she whispered as I looked at her lovely body. She was older, yes, but she still had an attractive figure with nice breasts, full with just a bit of under curve. Her nipples were very hard and erect with large pink nipples that I was enjoying rubbing.

“I’ve got to say that I’m just really excited to have you here like this. You’re really a very pretty woman and I find you very desirable. Very hot,” as I kissed her once again.

I took her hand and led her to the bed and swept the covers back. She got on and pulled off her panties while I dropped my boxers to the floor.

“Mmm, Diana, of course, had told me how wonderful you were in most things, Kenny, but she kept your lovely manhood to herself. Can’t say I blame her,” she said as I crawled up next to her and we again slid into each other’s arms.

“I know I’m taking you from your work, but I really just don’t care,” she said as she moved over me kissing me while her hand moved up and down on my cock.

My heart was pounding and there was a throbbing in my cock, something that never happened when I was having sex with her daughter. I was so aroused by this forty-something woman, probably much of it in my mind, the taboo nature of what we were doing but, well, it was so hot and sexy to have this naked woman in my bed I could hardly contain myself.

I’d never been with anyone much older than I was, this was a first for me, especially a woman not far from twice my age.

“Well, I really was just polishing up my lesson plans and the truth is, I’ve got just as much time as you have, I really love having you here with me like this.”

She rubbed her body on mine, telling me, “Well, if we have the time, Kenny, I’d make you a very happy man.”

“Oh, for that, I surely have the time,” I told her as her tongue went back in my mouth.

Then she pulled back from my face to say, “For me to make this the best for you, you have to do something for me, you have to tell me whenever you get close to cumming. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, I guess so, nobody’s ever asked me to do that before. This is some kind of thing you like to do?” I asked her.

“Oh, yes but you’ll be the one that really loves it,” and she got off me to kneel beside me, taking my cock in her hand and licking around the head as she smiled up at me. Then she tilted her head to lick up and down my shaft as her fist twisted around the head.

Chapter 2

Next, she stood up over me, straddling me as I watched her lower herself down, reaching to hold me steady to put the first inch or two up inside her. But that was all. Then she began moving around in a circle while also going up and down on me but just with the top third or so of my cock.

“Mmm, oh, that’s good, really good,” I moaned.

“Tell me if you’re close, okay?”

“Mmm, it’s good but no, not yet.”

My hands were on her breasts as she fucked the end of my cock while squatting over me, then she pulled up a little, reached down and swiped the head back and forth in her pussy’s wet slit, then around and around in just the very front part.

Then she got down and sat cross-legged next to me leaning over to suck the tip again, then, leaving it wet with saliva, she held it with one hand and rubbed her palm around and around just sending my heart rate skyward.

“Mmm, that’s getting me close. You wanted to know,” I gasped as she taksim escort lifted her palm and just barely touched the tip with her index finger, just a little.

“What is it you’re doing to me?”

“I’m just making it last as long as we can, it really gives me the best orgasms that way and I think you’ll like it, too. Every guy I’ve done this with has wanted more.”

“Mmm, I’m sure willing to try it, it’s great so far.”

“Some men don’t have the patience but I think you’ll see at the end that it was worth it.”

“Yeah, let’s go for it. I’m so glad you came by and so glad you didn’t have to rush off,” I laughed and so did she as she slid her lips over the head of my dick and left it wet. Then she circled it with her five fingertips and began twisting her hand back and forth as she moved so her nipple was near my mouth.

I had reached my hand down between her opened legs to begin rubbing the wetness up and down. She, like her daughter, was completely shaved. I pushed a finger inside, something I’d found out early on that her daughter liked so much and it seemed from the soft moans it produced, that she liked my fingering as well.

I knew that what she was doing to me was wonderful. I had learned the valuable lesson that sex, like so many things, is often best taken slowly but this was really erotic. I had never been so highly aroused in my life. She was just keeping me right on the edge of cumming and I had no idea how long she would continue like this.

“Mmm, I’m getting close again,” I told her as she stopped twisting her fingertips around the crown of my dick to begin just slowly, very slowly circling the head with the gentlest touch of her fingertip. That was almost more maddening as I told her again that I was near cumming.

She simply let go of me and leaned close to blow little breaths of warm air over my cock causing it to jump and twitch. It was kind of funny to watch in a way but it did feel nice. I now began working a second finger up in her as she shifted slightly giving me better access.

Then she started back slowly licking around my cock’s head, just slow and really wet, just lapping at it. Oh, that felt so good. Next, her fingers slid down over my cock, holding it lengthwise and sliding her fingers up and down, all the time carefully watching my face.

“You look happy, Kenny, I thought you’d like this.”

She was keeping my heart rate way up with what she was doing to me, it was just the best sexual feelings I’d ever had and we weren’t even fucking. It was incredible and I told her.

“Oh, I’m not finished yet, just enjoy.”

“Mmm, I am,” I groaned deeply as my head fell back and eyes closed as the erotic feelings washed back and forth across me as her hands and mouth slowly advanced me to what had to be a spectacular cum.

I was panting as she would slow down, let me cool off a bit then work me back up, just keeping me on the verge of cumming.

“How long have we been doing this?” I asked, almost delirious with pleasure.

“Oh, an hour, no, almost an hour and a half. Your balls ache yet?”

“Yeah, not bad but, yeah. Is that part of it?”

“Wait ’til you see all the cum you shoot, Kenny. I think you’re going to remember this. I sure hope so,” she said as she bent to suck me a little more after letting me relax a bit.

When we were past an hour and a half, she asked me if I thought I wanted to cum.

“Oh, yeah, I just don’t know how much longer I can go.”

“Okay,” she said as she swung her leg over me, reached under and pushed her pussy down over me, jamming me fully up inside her where she began scissoring up and down as fast as she could.

It’s hard to explain what happened. It was like my whole body exploded, like it totally emptied out through the end of my dick, spurting everything inside me up into my former fiancee’s mom.

What she had done to me was like turn me totally inside out, I have never felt so drained in all my life, it was like I almost passed out. But don’t let that suggest that it was unpleasant in the least. Oh, no, it was the most spectacular orgasm I’d ever had, totally overwhelming and she just kept moving up and down on me until she had her own orgasm and it was the most powerful I’d ever seen, simply explosive.

She collapsed over me, keeping my cock deep inside, slowly moving so we both kept feeling the sex we were having, oh, I hugged her tight as we kissed and kissed.

“That was phenomenal, Judy, just the best sex I’ve ever had. Maybe I should have been engaged to you?”

“Oh, don’t say that. Anyway, I’m way too old for you.”

“You’re kidding. You’ve just given me the best sex of my life and you say that?”

“Well, there are lots of younger women, even it it’s not Diana, that you should hook-up with.”

We topkapı escort lay there, connected together by my penis up inside her which I could feel softening as we held each other and talked after such a wonderful lovemaking.

“Do you have to go, can you stay?” I asked her.

“I suppose I could. What would you like to do if I did?”

I laughed and said, “Well, sex, I guess.”

“No, I mean, what exactly do you want to do, tell me.”

“You mean, specifically, like what different things I want to do?”

“Yes.”

“Um, gee, I don’t think I’ve ever been asked what all I wanted to do with a woman.”

“Now you have, so?”

“Well, um, I’d like to give you oral sex. Is that something you like?”

“No, not really,” she said as my heart sank; it was something I really liked doing. “No, I really don’t like it, I adore it, Kenny,” she said, grinning.

She moved her hips up letting my wet cock flop back onto my abdomen as she rolled over next to me, spreading open for me.

As I was getting down between her legs, she said, “Be thinking of what else you want to do, I have all day if you do,” and I began licking up and down the gap between her soft, smooth lips.

“Mmm, oh, Diana was a lucky girl to have you, Kenny. Well, so will the next girl, I suppose. Mmm, you are so good between a woman’s legs.”

Words like that are always nice to hear and I was greatly enjoying giving oral to Judy, her labia were nice and plump and smooth, she was really an attractive and sexy woman, far more sexual than I’d imagined.

She lifted her legs up over my shoulders as I licked and sucked and tongued her opening with delight. She was loving it from the movements she was making, squirming, wriggling, twisting as I ran my tongue around while my fingers held her open.

“Mmm, oh, right in there, oh, yes, mmm, perfect, mmm, more, OH, OH, UUH, UUH, mmm, mmm, oh, Kenny, oh, you are so good,” she cried as she pulled me up to kiss me over and over.

“Mmm, and if I stay longer, what else would you like to do?”

“I’d like to make love to you,” I told her.

“And how would you like to make love to me, Kenny?”

“The way you’d like me to.”

“Oh, you are a lovely man. I just don’t know why my daughter didn’t do just anything to keep you. Well, I’ll tell you that my favorite position is doggie-style and I love it slow, I mean really slow. You can see that I like everything really slow, huh?” she said as she got up on her hands and knees to welcome me inside her.

I got up between her legs and pushed right up inside her all the way. She was really juicy, I just slid right into her as she began moving her hips around while I fucked her really slow.

“Mmm, slower, Kenny, I mean real slow,” she moaned as I slowed down even more. It was taking five or six seconds to push all the way in or pull back out and I was bringing my cock all the way out and reinserting it each time, touching the tip to her pussy lips, then slowly parting them as I arched my hips forward.

“Mmm, that’s it, oh, so good. Is it good to you, Kenny?”

It was fabulous, nothing like I’d ever felt before and I told her so.

“Just make it last. Just like before, our orgasms will be so much better the longer we go,” she said back to me as she kept moving her hips around so erotically.

“Keep doing that and I won’t last long at all,” I moaned and she added, “Just let me know when you’re close,” and I did began stopping at times when I felt really close, I just held my cock inside her and she stopped moving as well, just letting me cool down so we could keep going.

We kept fucking that way, just starting, then slowing, even stopping if needed. I’d had sex before that took more time than other times but this was deliberate, planned, it was meant to last a long time and produce volcanic orgasms as a result. This, I’d never done before and Judy was the one who introduced the technique to me that wonderful Sunday morning.

She ended up spending the entire day with me in my bed and didn’t leave until after eight that night. I simply had never had sex like that before. She was a sexual marathoner and taught me that day to be one, too.

I’m overjoyed to be able to say that this wonderful woman has remained a big part of my life. We spend every weekend together and, I must say, by Sunday night, when she leaves for home, I’m truly spent. She has a capacity for sex far greater than any other girl or woman I’ve ever known. That includes her daughter.

Our comfort with each other, after almost a year and a half now, is complete. There is no barrier to what we enjoy with each other, we both know that if we want something, all we have to do is begin.

We still enjoy long, extended sex and our orgasms are phenomenal. She’s also helped me be able to prolong ejaculating until my cum simply explodes out my cock, engulfing my whole being with intense wave after wave of the purest ecstasy.

We both know that what we have together isn’t love but that doesn’t bother either of us in the least. Our sex is just fine enough, thank you.

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Lisbet and her husband had put on their clothes again after their evening with Randi, who was still naked. At the front door, about to shake hands, Randi’s nipples popped out again. He smiled and murmured: “I want to kiss you.”

His arm went around Randi’s naked body and drew her breasts against his jacket. She turned her face up and they kissed, kissed for a little longer and much better than just to say goodbye. When they separated, Lisbet smirked slightly and said:

“I do too.”

For just a moment, Randi looked a little surprised, but then embraced Lisbet, and they shared an equally good kiss. They all smiled and then said the usual Norwegian expression: “Thank you for the evening,” all chuckling with smirks at the understatement.

In the car, Lisbet snorted and remarked:

“I sure didn’t expect it would be like that!”

“You didn’t?! What did you think I expected?”

“But you liked it, … and liked her?”

“Hm-hm-hmm! I’m glad you anticipated that I would. Hm-hmm! And told me about her firm breasts and tight pussy.”

“Um-hmmm! But I really didn’t expect that you would get to find out about her pussy.”

“Just encouraged me, when it looked like I could.”

“Um-hmm!” she responded cheerfully.

She put her hand on his thigh, and they chuckled. When it moved up his thigh, he murmured:

“Not while I’m driving, … and not tonight.”

She took her hand away, and they soon arrived home. When they entered the living room, they found Britta and Maren clearing drinks from the coffee table, very surprised to see that they were both naked.

“There you are already,” one of them remarked, unconcerned about her appearance, but then gasping and adding:

“Oh gosh!” as she blushed.

Her sister also blushed, but they both had their hands full and couldn’t cover themselves. They turned and rushed to the kitchen. He and Lisbet exchanged smirks. She replied:

“Yes, here we are. Hmm! Must have been good.”

The girls just snickered in the kitchen. He snickered and said:

“Want us to stay here and wait for you to go to bed, or should we disappear?”

“Disappear!” the girls replied together.

“Good night, then.”

“Good night,” they replied, and their mother responded.

With audible chuckles, they went to their bedroom, hearing the girls accuse each other for not having gottrn dressed. When they had closed the bedroom door, Lisbet grinned and remarked softly:

“Like Randi.”

“Um-hmm. … Hm-hmm! Nice firm breasts.”

“Hmm! You would know.”

They smirked at each other and went to bed and to sleep. In the morning, however, they both wanted to do the only thing they hadn’t done the night before, and curled up with their heads on the other’s thigh.

The following weekend, while Lisbet visited her parents, he chided the girls about their having been naked and asked them how their evening had been. They snickered and asked if he really wanted to know. They were still in bed after Friday night together. He nodded with a grin.

They had already spent one evening together with Lars and Maren’s friend, Erik, but just in separate beds. When the boys arrived, they all knew what was going to happen, but started with drinks in the living room, soon not drinking, and went to the bedroom as they had before. This time they were less reserved about seeing each other naked and then made love with their partners. They went back and had another drink in the living room, chuckling about being naked there. Then Lars, who had spent a week at the cabin with both girls, suggested that they could all get together. Erik wasn’t sure what they meant, but since the girls were enthusiastic, he agreed, and they returned to the bedroom.

Erik had been surprised when Lars asked him to help put the girls mattresses together on the floor, but then understood and had no complaints when Britta chose to lie next to him. Maren and Lars had, of course, plenty of experience together, and led the way, soon curled up with his cock in her mouth, and then Erik and Britta were also curled up together. With a lot of snickers, they returned to the living room for another drink, the girls sitting on the boys’ laps.

Then someone asked what else they could do. The girls and Lars exchanged glances and smirks, and Erik asked why. The other three smirked again with snickers, and Lars said that he could only think of one thing, the girls doing it with each other. Erik was a little shocked, but the girls just nodded with wry grins. “And us?” Erik asked: “I’m not going to do that.” Lars shook his head and said there was something else they could do. Erik looked dubious, but nodded. They finished their drinks and returned to the bedroom. With chuckles, the girls curled up together. When the boys’ cocks were ready, first Lars lay down behind one of them, then Erik understood.

“Oh, it was good!” Maren exclaimed to her father:

“But I didn’t know whose cock it was. Didn’t matter.”

“Hmm! I guess not.”

“Oh, when it was over, of course, then I tesettürlü escort knew, Erik’s again.”

“But then it was late,” Britta explained:

“And they had to help get the mattresses back on our beds and leave.”

“Why we were still cleaning up.”

“Hmm! As we saw, and so accustomed to being naked in the living room that you forgot.”

“Um-hmm, something like that.”

Her sister nodded with smirk and remarked:

“But you didn’t mind, did you?”

“Hm-hmm, and your mother thought it was funny, too.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

Saturday night, the girls went out, but with nowhere to sleep with their friends, returning home to sleep with their father, as they also did Sunday night, doing it that way and every other way they could.

Early in the week, Lisbet told the girls that they were going out again that Friday evening. The girls hardly concealed their delight. When they heard her story about playing cards, one of them suggested:

“Oh, that’s nice. Some people play cards together regularly. Will you?”

“This is just the first time; have to see how it goes.”

When she turned away from the girls, Lisbet smirked slightly, however, both at the girls’ delight and the inference that there would be no problem about explaining further evenings with Randi, something she hadn’t considered when she suggested the excuse of playing cards.

In bed that night, she told him about the conversation, and they both snickered. Then she said:

“I’m not going to ask what you do with them, but did they tell you what they did Friday night?”

He chuckled and told her. She was a little surprised, then snorted and remarked:

“Like Mother, like daughter.”

“Daughters – or the other way around; they did it first.”

“Hmm! Don’t brag!”

“Not with me, with Johan.”

“Hmm! Oh, right.”

The next day, Lisbet called Randi to confirm their plans. When Randi asked about the girls, she chuckled and told about their finding them naked. She was about to tell the whole story, but recognized in time that she and her husband shouldn’t know the details, and then told that one of them had suggested that people often played cards together regularly. Randi chuckled and replied:

“Good idea, … if you want to?”

“If you do. I don’t have to ask him; he will.”

“Hmmmm! … Hm-hmm! I don’t have the read the stories now for my fantasies.”

Friday, Lisbet made her potato salad, offering to make enough for the girls and their friends. They thanked her, and she replied:

“Just let them help you clean up before we come home.”

They all smirked slightly, and the girls agreed, asking when she thought they would be returning home, pleased when she replied that she thought it would again not before midnight.

While she was making the salad, Randi called back. Lisbet’s side of the conversation:

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” … “Hm-hmm! You did?” … “Now still? Hm-hmm! And?” … “That was pretty direct. Of course, if you want to.” … “Hmm! Oh, he won’t mind. Hm-hmm! More than not mind. Certainly clarifies things.” … “Really?! I didn’t know that, wasn’t in what we learned in English at school. Hm-hmm! Seems appropriate, if you don’t mind my saying so.” … “Goes for me, too – and for him.” … “And for our girls, it seems.” … “Oh, I’ll tell him. He’ll be delighted.” … “Anything you want to.” … “Hm-hmm! See you soon. Hmm! Soon, like that.”

When she hung up, she glanced around, relieved that the girls hadn’t overheard her conversation. Chuckling, she returned to the kitchen.

When he came home, she told him that Randi had called, smirking and saying that she would tell him in the car, and that he should shower and shave. He snorted with a grin and went off to do so. When he had finished, she joined him in the bedroom, undressing. While he dressed, he asked if a coat and tie were necessary. She smirked and replied:

“Don’t you remember? They said ‘very informal’.”

They both chuckled, and she went to take her shower. As they were leaving the house, the girls thanked her for the salad. Lisbet replied:

“And remember to have the boys help clean up.”

Maren snorted and asked:

“Oh, you want to see them, too?”

“You know what I mean, before we come back,” she replied in her sterner, motherly tone, but smiled.

In the car, he asked:

“And she called? Why?”

“Hmm, I told her I would tell you.”

“So?”

“Hmm! She said that she had cleaned the house in the nude.”

“Hmm! Nice.”

“And that she still was.”

“When did she call?”

“Two hours ago, I guess.”

“And what else?”

“Hm-hmm! That she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get dressed before we arrive.”

“If she doesn’t want? But it would be a little embarrassing, like when we started to get dressed.

“All the more reason to get undressed.”

“As soon as possible. Takes care of wondering how the evening will begin.”

“Um-hmm. I said that you türbanlı escort wouldn’t mind.”

“Mmmm! Of course not.”

“Oh, do you know what her name means in English, spelled with a ‘Y’, but pronounced with a short ‘A’?”

“No. Did I miss something in school?”

“We did, too.”

What?”

“Hm-hmm! Lustful, sexually aroused.”

Hmm! Like ‘horny’ in American English. Hm-hmm! And she told you that?”

“Um-hmm, trying to tell us something.”

“Hardly necessary, but a little too appropriate. What did the guys in England think about an attractive Norwegian girl with that name?”

“I didn’t ask, but I said it applied to us, too.”

“And our daughters.”

“Um-hmm, that’s what I also said.”

“Are the guys already there, do you think?”

“Probably. … Hm-hmm! Maybe they won’t wait till after dinner either.”

“She didn’t think we would.”

“Hmm, starting like before?”

“Not with a shower, why we had ours already.”

“Hmm? I rather thought so, but didn’t think she would be so direct – randy Randi.”

“Hm-hmm! … Hm-hmm! Let me know if you can’t as much as we girls both want; I can wait.”

“Very thoughtful of you. I hope so. Just suggest that she does that again for me, and maybe I can.”

“That’s good; I told her she could do anything she wanted.”

“Hmm! Generous of you. I hope I can, too.”

They both snickered, and he parked the car. At the door, they rang the bell and exchanged questioning smiles. Randi wasn’t nude when she opened the door and greeted them, then snickering and asking:

“Did you tell him?”

“Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! I think he is a little disappointed.”

“Just a little,” he agreed with a smile.

“I almost did, but then, while I was just waiting, decided it would be too funny.”

“Hm-hmm! ‘Nomen est omen’.”

“She told you that, too?”

“Um-hmm, and I wondered what the boys in England thought about an attractive Norwegian girl with your name.”

They were all going to the kitchen with Lisbet’s food. Randi glanced at him with a wry smile and replied:

“Probably what you think, but a couple of them weren’t very subtle about it, and, … well, back then I was pretty much of a good girl.”

“And the father in the family? One hears that they sometimes …, well, you know.”

“Oh, he was real nice. Not like that. He immediately warned me that my name could give guys the wrong idea, suggesting that they call me something else.”

“That was nice of him, but you didn’t?”

“Hmm? Tried to, but then forgot the first time I introduced myself with other young people.”

They had put down the food, and there was slight pause. Randi smiled slightly and asked:

“Aquavit again.”

The others nodded. As she reached up for the glasses, he saw her breast move and then thought that the light cloth of her dress revealed that she wasn’t wearing panties. He was still trying to see if he was right, when she turned back with the glasses and saw that he was looking at her hips. She smirked and murmured:

“Um-hmm, this is all I have on. Feels a little funny.”

“Sorry for staring.”

“Oh, that’s all right. Just sort of a compromise. Hm-hmm! Just don’t want to sit down like this.”

They all snorted with nods, and she poured generous portions of aquavit. When she and they raised their glasses, they all smirked slightly, and she offered: “Skaal.” “Skaal,” they responded, and he added: “to a pleasant evening.” They smirked more broadly and drank, no one emptying their glass, and smiled at each other again. Randi raised hers again and repeated his words, and they all emptied their glasses, this time more smirking than smiling as they looked at each other.

There was another pause, and they exchanged slight, questioning smiles. Then Lisbet snorted softly and murmured:

“If you don’t want to sit down … like that, …?”

Randi smiled wryly and murmured: “randy Randi.”

He saw that her nipples were aroused and replied softly:

“Randy Lisbet, and randy me, too,” he murmured, smiling at each of them.

They all snorted and nodded. After a moment, the fingers of Randi’s empty hand gathered up a fold of the skirt of her dress. The others both noticed and watched her fingers gather up another fold. Lisbet murmured:

“I feel overdressed,” and reached for a button of her blouse.

“Me too,” he agree, also reaching for the top button of his shirt.

They all smiled and set down their glasses and Randi turned to lead them from the kitchen. As he and Lisbet continued to unbutton, she began to gather up her skirt with both hands.

“Mmmm! Nice legs, he murmured.

Randi chuckled, waiting until they were in the bedroom to go further. His chest was bare and Lisbet’s blouse open, revealing her bra, when Randi turned, her skirt raised high up her thighs. She hesitated a moment, but when she saw him begin to open his trousers and Lisbet reach back to loosen the waistband of her skirt, she tüyap escort sniffed with a grin and began to draw her dress up, immediately revealing her pubic hair. As her breasts came into sight, he stepped out of his loafers, while he pulled his shirttail out of his trousers, and then pulled his underpants down with his trousers. Lisbet’s skirt dropped to the floor as she flipped her blouse off her shoulders, while Randi struggled to free herself from her dress, but then her face reappeared. She grinned again and tossed it on a chair, and then watched the other two finish undressing.

They both grinned back with chuckles, seeing her aroused nipples and seeing her hands rise to them, but not to hide them; her fingers playing with them. Then she reached out her hands and said: “Let me help you with your clothes. They handed her their shirt and blouse. She hung them on the back of another chair, while Lisbet took off her bra and panties and tossed them to Randi. They stooped to pick up the rest of their clothes, Lisbet took his with a snicker and said:

“Take of your socks; looks too funny.”

“Um-hmm,” Randi agreed, grinning again, but she wasn’t looking at his feet.

He was aware of his cock as he stooped to take them off, and it was fuller when he stood up and tossed them to Lisbet by the chair. They grinned for a moment, as their eyes appreciated the others’ nudity: his cock and the women’s stiff nipples. Then Randi glanced at Lisbet’s face and murmured:

“I want to do it again.”

Lisbet smiled and replied:

“I said: ‘anything you want to’. I always can.”

Randi gave her thankful smile. He nodded with smile and stepped towards the bed. Randi shook her head and murmured:

“Keep standing; I want to do everything I have read about.”

“Hmm! If you want to. Not sure what that all could be.”

He stood still and watch Randi drop to her knees, glancing again at Lisbet, who nodded with slight smirk. He also glanced at her, and she nodded again. Then he looked down at Randi.

She moved a little closer on her knees, and the back of one hand slid up the inside of his thigh. Her fingers moved his balls in his very loose sack. She looked up at him with a smile, and then returned to looking at his cock and balls. His cock was now standing out a little from them. Her fingers explored; stroking the back of his sack, then jostling his balls again. She murmured:

“I want to lick and suck them.”

“Anything you want,” Lisbet replied, adding:

“I’m going to lie down; this could take a while.”

She got on the already open bed, moving so that she could watch. When he glanced over at her she grinned and put her hand on her pussy. Then he was just watching Randi.

She chuckled softly at what she was doing, and then lowered her hips a little and leaned forward and held one of his balls closer and licked, caressed it with her tongue. He hummed encouragingly. “Uhn-hnn,” she agreed, and her tongue tried to slip under it. She pressed it between her lips and sucked it into her mouth, gently closing her mouth around it, as her tongue caressed.

“Oooh! That feels good,” he murmured, as he watched his cock slowly rise, brushing up her cheek. “Uhn-hnn,” she agreed again, her response vibrating on his ball.

After a moment, she released it and murmured:

“Um-hmm, like in the stories, nice.”

She glanced up at him with a smile, and he nodded, returning her smile. She looked back down at his cock, that was now horizontal, and wagged it with her other hand and chuckled, murmuring to it: “Just wait. Now the other one first.” He chuckled with a nod, and glanced at his wife, who also nodded with smirk. For a moment, he watched her fingers move on her pussy.

Then he returned to watching Randi, as she licked and then sucked his other ball in her mouth, and murmured: “Also feels good.” This time she hummed in pleased response, letting him feel the vibrations again. He murmured:

“Feels even better when you hum like that.”

She did, chuckling, as his cock brushed up her temple. She chuckled warmly again and then released his ball and licked up the back – now the front – of his cock, making it twitch strongly when her tongue reached its head. She chuckled again and murmured: “You like that,” and licked there again, and it twitched again. “You do,” she murmured.

He just nodded, understanding that she was speaking to his cock, more obvious, when she murmured: “Now it’s your turn.” She made it twitch again, and then he saw and felt her lips slip around it.

So warm and moist! And caressing it with her tongue where it was most sensitive, making it surge and twitch in her mouth. He moaned softly, and she hummed in apparent delight at her success. He murmured:

“Those stories must be good!”

She nodded with another hum, and he heard his wife murmur from the bed: “They are,” but he didn’t glance over at her this time. He was captivated by the view of Randi sucking his cock.

He suddenly wondered if that was what his daughters were also doing at that moment, and then wondering how long those young boys – no, young men – could bear the arousal before they came. It was feeling almost too arousing for him already!

To his relief, Randi raised her head. He saw her lick her lips and felt her fingers trying to pinch a tight wrinkle of his sack. As they were successful, he snorted and asked:

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“Bye honey,” Sarah said, kissing her boyfriend goodbye. Josh always left for work early so that he would be the first one there. As a graphics designer he didn’t need to be there first but he found the quite hours of the morning easier to work in.

As the door closed Sarah went back to packing her lunch, her mind still thinking about Josh. Sarah and Josh are not married or even engaged but they have lived together for a while now. Their relationship is comfortable but Sarah has found it lacking of late.

Their love life could never be described as exciting. Josh is, in his words, “a meat and potatoes man”, preferring the basics of love making with very little imagination. A change in position or maybe a move from the bedroom to the living room would be as exciting as Josh likes it to get. Before meeting Josh, Sarah had tried a few different things and enjoyed them, but she had been willing to give up that kind of sex life. Now, her mind seemed to wander at the slightest hint of something sexual and images of wild sex scenes would occupy her thoughts.

Shaking her head at her antics Sarah grabbed her backpack and placed her lunch and water bottle inside. Today is her day off and she is going on a day hike with a long time friend Steve. It was actually at one of Steve’s house parties that Josh and Sarah had met. Steve had re-entered the singles world about two years ago when he and his girlfriend of nine years had split.

Tying up her hikers she picked up her jacket and opened the door. Steve was just pulling into the driveway. Sarah quickly locked the door and skipped down the steps to his little truck.

Steve took a deep breath and tried to force his mind away from Sarah’s body. As usual she was wearing tight cut-off jean shorts and a cotton tank top that molded itself to her body. Her curly red hair was hidden beneath a white bandana but when she turned away from the door he could see her bright blue eyes smiling at him. When she skipped down the steps his breath caught in his throat as her ample breasts jiggled quite nicely.

Steve could tell that her actions were innocent. Sarah is a naturally active person, something, for which Steve is very thankful. They would often go on bike rides or hikes together, one of Steve’s favorite activities with Sarah is to go to the beach for a little swimming and sun tanning. He pretty much has to keep his hands off her but he allows his eyes to roam.

Sarah opens the passenger door and slides onto the bench seat, “Hey.”

“Hey, did you remember your water bottle?” Steve asked.

“Yup, and food, and bug dope.”

As Sarah slides into the truck she can’t help but notice the semi-erection in Steve’s jogging shorts. She does her best to ignore it but her mind has already leapt ahead of her. She has an image in her head of leaning over and sucking that cock deep in her mouth. She can almost taste the pre-cum on her tongue the image is so strong.

As Steve begins the drive out to the trailhead Sarah takes a better look at her friend. At 6’5″ he stands almost a foot taller than Sarah herself. The sandy blonde hair and blue eyes are not what Sarah would usually go for since she likes darker men but on Steve it looks good. His physical tuzla escort lifestyle has left Steve with a lean, hard body, which looks very good in his jogging shorts and T-shirt.

Sarah knows that given the chance Steve would fuck her. He doesn’t seem to have any qualms about fucking his friend’s girls and his history attests to that. He also never pushes a girl though; they always seem to come to him. Sarah has known him since she was sixteen, close to ten years now, and is probably his oldest female friend (perhaps only) that he hasn’t fucked.

It’s about an hours drive to the trailhead and Steve and Sarah make small talk on the way. They finally arrive and both hop out of the truck, grabbing their backpacks. Within minutes they’re on the trail.

“So, what branch do you want to take this time?” Sarah asks Steve.

“I was thinking of the Kettle trail. It would take us most of the day but I was told there’s a waterfall just off the trail near the top.”

“Sounds good to me. We’ll have to take that other branch first then.”

“Yeah, the one that goes by that little pool. We could stop there for a little while if you want,” Steve says, pictures of a wet Sarah running through his head.

“Sure, but not for long. It would be nice to eat lunch at that waterfall.”

They continue along the trail for a good hour. Sarah can feel sweat collecting in the small of her back and she is constantly wiping her forehead. Thankfully there aren’t many bugs out so they haven’t had to resort to using bug spray.

Sarah often has to walk ahead of Steve as the trail isn’t wide enough for two. She can almost feel his eyes on her ass. Sarah tells herself it’s just her imagination but it’s still making her pussy tingle almost constantly and she has to remind herself to watch out for high roots and rocks.

Steve loves the view from behind. He watches the shorts ride up a little each time she steps over a high spot on the trail. Taking his mind from the view he looks up and quickly checks their surroundings. Noticing a few landmarks he judges they should be almost at the pool. His ears also pick up a feminine cry.

Picking up his pace he catches up to Sarah and stops her with a hand on her shoulder. When she turns to ask him what the problem is he places a finger to his lips, motioning her to be quite and to listen. The cry comes again, this time a little stronger and it sounds like a woman in pain or pleasure. Another cry quickly follows but this one is distinctly male and is obviously a cry of pleasure.

Steve is shocked to see a look of hunger come over Sarah. He had expected shock or maybe curiosity, but not passion … and so strong. He decides that perhaps a reassessment of Sarah might be in order.

Sarah is stunned when she hears the cry of the woman, she is obviously having a great time and when the man cries out her body responds almost instantly. The tingling in her pussy changes to a sharp ache and her nipples become little hard pebbles. She almost groans but somehow keeps herself quite. Noticing Steve watching her she blushes but decides it’s too late to hide her reaction. Giving him a little smile she shrugs and turns ucuz escort back to the trail. Figuring that the couple would be by the pool Sarah decides to go in for a closer look. Steve follows and it is obvious from the way he moves that he has guessed her intentions.

Soon they are close enough to hear the passion of the couple by the pool and they drop their packs by the trail. Crouching they get a little closer along the side path that leads to the pool. They reach a spot where they receive a nearly clear view of the action.

It’s not a couple; it’s actually two girls and guy. Steve leans in closer to Sarah to be able to see through the bush.

The tall dark man is standing with a blonde sucking on his cock greedily. The blonde is on her hands and knees with the third girl lying beneath her and eating her pussy.

“Oh God Lisa your good,” the man groaned, “that’s it, take it all baby.” He slowly rocks his hips against her mouth as she sucks and licks.

Steve shifts a little; placing his knees on the ground so that is his now hard and aching cock has some room.

Sarah’s eyes are glued to the scene in front of her. Her body is responding not only to the sight but the sounds as well. Soft sucking noises are coming from Lisa’s mouth as she glides the thick cock in and out of her mouth. From Lisa’s other end even more enticing sounds are being produced. The second girl is slurping up Lisa’s juices and as Sarah watches she slides a couple of fingers into the blondes pussy.

Sarah feels Steve move a little beside her and glances over. His eyes never leave the trio but Sarah has found something else to watch. Steve’s shorts have a huge tent in them and Sarah watches in fascination as his cock grows and shifts beneath the fabric.

Sarah decides she can’t stand it anymore and she acts before the rational part of her brain kicks in. Dropping from her crouch to her knees she twists her body slightly and before Steve can react she reaches into his shorts and pulls his throbbing cock out. Leaning over she swipes her tongue across the head of his penis and she is rewarded with a small gasp from Steve.

Sarah looks up into Steve’s face and smiles at him. She then places a finger across her lips before going back to studying her new plaything.

Steve is in heaven. As he watches the trio before him change positions he feels Sarah’s tongue licking up the sides of his cock. She’s worked his shorts down lower so that his balls are now exposed to the cool air and she quickly coats them in saliva as well. Wishing she’d just take his cock in her mouth he groans slightly at the exquisite torture.

The man in the trio has lain down in the grass and the two women are riding him, one on his cock and the other on his face. Both women are breathing deeply and groping each other over the prone man.

“See Ang, I told you this would be fun,” Lisa said as she ground herself down on the man cock. “Aah … fuck, your big John.”

“Mmm come on John, lick me. Make me com.” Ang said before leaning forward slightly and pulling Lisa into a passionate kiss. Both are really into the kiss when John starts to buck his hips up into Lisa’s ümraniye escort pussy. Lisa breaks from the kiss and screams out her orgasm, meeting the guys upward thrusts with her own creating the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. Ang grabs Lisa’s tits and pinches her nipples, making Lisa throw back her head in ecstasy.

Sarah chooses that moment to finally suck all of Steve’s cock into her mouth. Steve strangles the moan before it gets past his lips but it’s a close call. The combination of the live porno in front of him and Sarah’s incessant licking has him already riding the edge of orgasm. He doesn’t want it to end yet though so he closes his eyes to try to regain some control.

Sarah heard the strangled moan when she wrapped her lips around Steve’s cock. Creating some suction within her mouth she slowly pulls back towards the tip, his hissing breath is like music to her ears. Glancing up quickly she notices his eyes are closed and she grins to herself. She knows he’s close and trying to stay in control but she has other plans. Sarah wants to taste his cum and then share it with him in their first kiss.

Relieving the suction she opens her mouth slightly and runs the tip of her tongue around the sensitive edge of his cock head. Folding her lips over her teeth she slides them over the same edge several times in quick succession before sucking his cock back down to the root again. His cock is large enough that she has to open her throat slightly to get it all in.

Sarah could now feel Steve’s hand sitting lightly on the back of her head. ‘Naughty boy’ she thought, ‘I’m the one in control here’. Grabbing his hand with hers she weaves her fingers through his to stop him from instinctively taking over the rhythm.

Sliding back up she once more applies suction but then switches tactics and forms her mouth into a tight hot hole that can glide along his cock easily. Not giving him any slack she pumps her head back and forth at a fast pace, taking care to go all the way from root to tip each time.

It doesn’t take long before she feels his body tighten up. He seems to go completely rigid before the first shot of semen hits the back of her throat. He’s able to keep his groan down and only grunts lightly as shot after shot of semen fills her mouth and Sarah is forced to swallow or loose it down her chin. His hips finally stop thrusting with his orgasm and Sarah decides to be a little extra wicked. She applies a light suction to his cock as she slides her mouth off, catching the last little bit of semen left in his cock. The pleasure/pain of the suction causes Steve to hiss in a breath.

Straightening up she sees that his eyes are still closed. Releasing his hand she touches his face to get his attention. His eyes take a minute to focus and when she feels she finally has his attention she leans to kiss him.

Not hesitating in the least Steve pulls her to him and kisses her fully. The taste of his cum on her mouth only adds to the experience and he can feel his cock begin harden again. After a short while he lets Sarah go and takes a look at their entertainers.

Lisa has apparently fallen asleep but John and Ang are still going at it. Ang is on her back with her knees almost next to her shoulders, her legs are hooked over John’s arms. Apparently Ang is flexible.

Sarah leans in close to Steve’s ear, “you know, I can do that.” Steve looks over at her, his eyes a little wide. Sarah grins and begins to back away from their spot in the bushes. Steve is quick to follow and they begin the hike towards the waterfall.

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Tyler hated that he was wrangled into playing Santa at the stupid little kiddy party that his mom’s work sponsored every year. It was hard to say no to your mother, especially when she is recently diagnosed with inoperable cancer. She used the most annoying tactic on the earth to get him to agree . . . I might not live to see another Christmas. Tyler hated to hear the words I might not live.

Tyler was 26, and had a well-defined muscular body, not really what you would anticipate as a Santa. At least the Santa Suit was easy to pad. Tyler tried to look at himself in the small mirror in the bathroom where he was changing into the suit. All he could see was his tanned face surrounded by fake white hair, and his bright green eyes staring back at himself. This was going to be a horrible day.

“Santa? Are you ready in there?” a sweet soft voice said.

“Yeah.”

“Ok well the kids are just about done with the games and are anxious to meet the big man in red.”

As Tyler opened the door, he found one of his two helpful elves waiting for him. “Noelle right?”

“Come, Mr. Clause, you have a horde of little children who want to tell you what they want for Christmas.”

Noelle may have had one of those voices that inspired thoughts of satin sheets, but her attitude made you think more of a set of scratchy wool sheets you could not wait to get out of.

The time drug by; some of the children were obnoxious but others were rather adorable, like the little girl who wanted anything but another brother, Tyler watched as the little girl ran back to a very pregnant mother, Then there was the boy who wanted a pair of kittens and a puppy . . . so that if the puppy does anything wrong I can tell Mommy that it was the kitties and she will get rid of them not my puppy. When the kids told them why they wanted certain gifts, it took all he had not to laugh. Then there were the kids that made him want to cry with their stories.

Three hours after he started Tyler was finally done listening to the children. Now he got to change back into his street close and join the Christmas party. While in the bathroom be relived that he must have got some of the padding stuck in the zipper on the back of the üsküdar escort Santa suit. Finding his cell phone in his duffle, he called his mother and asked her to send someone to the bathroom to help him.

When the knock finally came, Tyler was ecstatic, “Come in, come in,” he said hurriedly.

Noelle was not sure why she had agreed to go rescue the distraught Santa. She supposed it was because Mrs. Smith had asked her to, and Noelle would do anything for Mrs. Smith, she would have even before everyone found out about the cancer, Noelle just like the slightly off-kilter lady.

Opening the door, she saw Tyler standing with his back to the door, a wise move since he had removed the hat and beard already. “So where are you stuck?”

Perfect he asks for help and his mother sends him the North Pole’s coldest elf, Noelle. “The zipper is stuck, I can’t reach it.”

Smiling a little at the predicament Noelle walked up behind Tyler and worked the zipper down. When she helped him get the heavily padded suit jacket off she could not help herself, “Santa has a really nice ass,” she said then reached down and pinched it.

“Whoa . . .” Tyler said and spun around. Noelle had just pinched his ass. “Why did you do that?”

Noelle was even more surprised to see Tyler’s chest, damn but that suit had been hiding a lot. “I liked your ass and was showing appreciation.”

Now that he was facing Noelle, he could see that she had changed from the elf costume into a short black dress with red stitching. Tyler smirked just before he reached out and ran a hand over her right breast. “Just showing my appreciation.” He watched as both of her nipples pebbled before him.

Noelle could not believe she just let a virtual stranger caress her breast without slapping, or pepper spraying him. But then again he was really hot, and she had not had sex, other than with her dildo, in two months. Deciding that maybe Tyler would be willing to help her change that she said, “You know it was a teenage fantasy of mine to be fucked by a hot guy wearing a Santa suit, or course he was wearing the suit just for me, and we fucked next to a Christmas tree.”

“You yenibosna escort still have that fantasy?”

“Nope, it has changed. I am now being fucked by a really hot guy wearing a Santa suit, who wore the suit because his mother asked him to, and listened to hordes of little children, and we now fuck in a corporate bathroom.” While telling Tyler her new rendition of her fantasy, Noelle let her hand rub over his cock.

Tyler pulled Noelle close to him, “You know I have almost that same fantasy, only I am making the North Pole’s coldest elf melt in my arms.”

Noelle laughed, as she knew she had been a bitch to Tyler today. Nevertheless, she was going to get fucked, what more could she ask for. Tilting her head up, Noelle pressed her lips to Tyler’s.

She tasted good, like peppermint and eggnog. Tyler deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along hers. He felt her nimble fingers unzipping the pants. He expected her to push them down but instead she only pulled his cock out.

“Sit down on the toilet, Santa.” Noelle purred softly as she pushed Tyler towards the toilet.

Tyler did as instructed, he sat, and his cock stood straight up.

Noelle was incredibly turned on. Tyler’s cock was standing for her, and he was still wearing the bright red pants of the Santa suit. Walking over to him, Noelle straddled Tyler’s lap. “Want to know a secret?”

“Oh yes.”

“With this dress I cannot wear panties.”

Hearing her secret Tyler grabbed his little elf’s waist and pulled her down over his cock. Amazingly, he slipped right inside her. Damn but she felt good, her pussy was wonderfully wet, and oh so tight.

Noelle started to move up and down on the cock. “Oh yes, your cock feels wonderful.”

“So, you are sitting on Santa’s lap have you been a good girl?”

“Oh no, that is why I am bribing you with hot sex.”

“Mmmmmmm,” Tyler responded as Noelle squeezed her pussy even tighter around his cock. Tyler lowered the straps on her dress; she was not wearing a bra either. Tyler loved breast, big or small it did not matter to him. Leaning forward Tyler took one into his mouth.

Noelle could feel zeytinburnu escort her orgasm building. The feeling of Tyler’s mouth on her breast and his cock working in and out of her was incredible.

Tyler bit down on Noelle’s nipple.

The slight pleasure pain sent Noelle over the edge. She screamed as her orgasm hit.

Tyler had always loved the feeling of a woman coming on his cock. Moving his head from her tit, he looked up to her face, “Mmm, someone likes having her nipples bit hmmm?”

Noelle smiled at him then gave him a kiss, “want to know what this little elf really wants for her Christmas present?”

“Tell me.”

“I want to have you fuck me hard and fast from behind as you reach around me and rub and pinch my breasts.”

“Santa can do that, move over to the sink, put both hands on the edge and stick your ass out for me.”

Noelle did as she was told. She sighed as Tyler stuck his cock back in her wet slit. She loved being fucked from behind; it always felt like the guys cock could go deeper.

Tyler could see Noelle’s face in the mirror. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her up so her back was nestled against his chest. Sliding his hands up her stomach, he started to rub her tits gently, while he rocked his hips slowly.

Noelle caught Tyler’s eyes in the mirror. As he fucked her, she stared into his eyes. She could not remember ever feeling this way while being fucked. It was unbelievable. Noelle knew that she was on the verge of coming again. When Tyler slid one hand down her stomach to rub over her clit she could not stop herself, she came hard for him.

The feeling of Noelle coming for a second time for him was too much for Tyler. Groaning loudly he let his come spurt into Noelle’s wet pussy.

“Did Santa bring you a good enough present this year?” Tyler asked, and then kissed her neck.

“Mmm, I think it is one of my favorite presents ever, right up there with the cabbage patch kid when I was five. Can I take this present home with me and play with it again later?”

“Oh yeah.”

Noelle and Tyler quickly dressed and went out to join the party. Across the room from where the two lovers were standing, Mrs. Smith smiled at the casual way that Noelle and Tyler were touching and looking at each other. There was a lot to be thankful for this year, maybe she would get to live long enough to see grandchildren, she had always known that Tyler and Noelle would be perfect for each other. Silently she sent a thank you out to the man in red, for his help with a little Christmas matchmaking.

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There were days when life really sucked and this was fast turning into one of them.

It wasn’t bad enough that she’d missed a turn somewhere and managed to get completely lost; oh no. While she was trying to figure out where the heck she was, she had the good luck to have a dog run onto the road and, in her efforts to avoid it, she managed to put the car in a ditch and bog it to the axles.

She looked up and down the road, trying to remember how far behind her the last house had been. A very long way. She couldn’t see any sign of habitation ahead of her either. She sighed, might as well keep going east. There might be a house just around the next corner.

Half an hour later, she decided that life definitely sucked out loud. The weather had closed in. It was distinctly colder with a nasty biting wind and she’d left her nice warm leather jacket far behind in the car. Her feet were beginning to ache like a bastard. Sensible shoes or not, she wasn’t used to hiking down roads.

At least it looked like there was a village ahead. She could see houses and what passed for a business district, with a couple of shopfronts and some tables and chairs set out on the footpath, and, oh joy of joys, a garage!

Right at that moment it began to rain. She was still some way from the nearest shop.

A small stone church stood on the left, set back from the road and with a small neat graveyard at the side. The door was open.

She ran up the path and into the church as the rain pelted down, big cold heavy drops. She was soaked to the skin despite being caught out only a minute.

The carpet muzzled her footsteps as she stepped from the vestibule into the church proper and finally out of reach of the wind. Silence. That silence that you only find in empty churches. She sank onto the edge of a wooden pew in the back row. She was tired, she was cold, she was wet. Could this day get any worse?

“Seeking sanctuary from the storm?”

She jumped and whirled around to face the voice. Son-of-a-bitch! She’d nearly screamed. Thank goodness she hadn’t blurted out her first thought! Standing before her was a tall priest. At least she assumed he was a tall priest — he had the dog collar, the black shirt and trousers…but the shirt was lacking sleeves, showing off a well muscled set of arms and a beautiful set of shoulders and chest to go with it. His piercing green eyes seemed to look right into her and his mouth was just begging to be kissed. Damn but he looked fine.

She blinked away the thought. He was a priest! What was the matter with her?

“Sorry I startled you,” he smiled at her. She melted under the force of it. Oh, what a waste. “You looked cold. May I offer you this?” He held out a black jacket. Ah, so that’s why the sleeveless look. “It’s not super warm, but it’ll be better than that wet blouse — you could use the confessional as a change room if you want.” His eyes swept across her chest and something flickered across sancak escort his face.

She looked down at herself and gasped. The wet blouse had become translucent and was plastered to her skin, showing the outline of her bra. Her cold nipples could clearly be seen through the fabric. She blushed and stammered out: “Yes, of course.” Grabbing the jacket she stumbled in the direction of the confessional.

She could feel his eyes watching her and she just couldn’t help but add a little more swing to her hips. It was wrong, but she wanted him to look at her. As she stepped into the confessional she glanced back at him and her breath caught in her throat.

He hadn’t moved, was still standing by the last pew. But he was eating her with his eyes. His lips slightly parted and his face slack with desire. He saw her look and his jaw clenched. She licked her bottom lip at him and began unbuttoning her blouse as she disappeared behind the confessional curtain.

What the hell was she thinking? Was she really coming on to a priest? She turned away from the curtain, shaking her head and mentally continuing to berate herself as she stripped off the sodden garment. But god, he was so beautiful!

As she pulled the wet fabric from her arms — damn, it was hard to peel off wet clothes — her mind made a lazy inventory of the man outside and the look on his face as she slipped behind the curtain. She hadn’t imagined it. He was definitely one of the finest specimens she’d run across, and he certainly appeared to think she was worth a second glance.

Trust her, the first decent looking bloke she’s seen in weeks has to be completely off limits. If he was married she could’ve justified it, but not a priest. Even if he did look interested, that was just wrong.

Suddenly she wasn’t alone. Hands cupped her breasts and a warm body pressed against her back. She could feel his breath on her neck as he leaned in to nibble her ear. She gasped and leaned back into him, shivering.

“I thought so. You need more than a coat to warm you up,” he breathed, turning her to him and hungrily kissing her mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips, tasting her, probing her, while his hands held her close to him, exploring her back.

She was melting into his arms – he kissed as good as he looked – when alarm bells dragged her back. She forced herself to pull away from him, pushing at his shoulders.

“We can’t do this! You’re a priest!” She was shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands stayed on his shoulders. She didn’t have enough will to totally break the contact and lose the delicious feel of him.

He blinked, momentarily confused. Then he smirked. “Let me worry about that.” Reaching forward around her body he traced the lines of her bra to the fasteners and expertly undid them, pulling it away from her body and down her arms. With a shiver she let it fall. “You need a him far sarıyer escort more than a prayer right now,” he said, still smiling, as he unzipped her skirt and let it join the bra on the floor.

His hands traced her curves as he kissed her collarbones, his breath hot on her skin as he licked down to her nipples. She shuddered against him and was lost, “Oh. Yes. Please.” His fingers played with the edge of her knickers, then slid beneath the elastic and gently tugged them off her hips, to join the pile on the floor. He tickled her bellybutton then moved down to her thighs. His hands gently parted her knees and his fingers began moving in delicious circles, lapping at the edge of her.

She moaned, running her hands through his hair, thrusting her hips at his teasing fingers. Her knees threatened to buckle and she wedged her shoulders into the corner of the cubicle.

He was still fully clothed and she was stark naked and barely able to stand, waves of sensation rippling through her as his fingers continued to work their magic, sliding across her opening and back to circle her now throbbing clitoris.

She ran her hands down his back and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him close. She could feel his need hard against her belly as she humped his leg, pushing his fingers into her. He shuddered, his hips humping forward. “Oh, you’re so wet, so ready.”

With a desperate moan, she pushed him away, far enough to get her hands between them and onto his belt and fly. As his trousers fell, she cupped his manhood through his boxers, stroking and caressing him. He groaned, his hips making little movements as his whole body shuddered. She removed the last layer of fabric between them and he thrust towards her, sliding between her legs. She could feel the hard heat of him thrusting across her clitoris, seeking but missing his target.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, desperately thrusting her hips. “There’s not enough room in here,” he gasped and backed out of the confessional into the church proper. Before she could protest he carried her to the sanctuary, around the back of the altar and then leaned her over it.

He felt her stiffen. “It’s just a piece of furniture,” he breathed into her ear as he licked her lobe and around her neck, before engulfing her mouth with his. The kiss was hard, raw and needy and she felt his hands cup her arse, positioning her as he thrust into her.

She cried out, quivering at the sensation — he was hot, he was hard and he was huge. Instantly he was still, watching her, reading her face. She was stretched to capacity and maybe a little beyond. Her breath came in little gasps as he began making little thrusting movements in and out, a little deeper with each move until she had taken him all in.

She had never been so full. He was still carefully watching her face to gauge his movements. She looked into his eyes, leaned sefaköy escort back further, hooked her legs around his back, smiled and started grinding her hips.

He groaned and his hips jumped, thrusting hard into her, again and again. He was slamming into her, squeezing her breasts, moaning into her mouth, holding her shoulders to ram harder into her. Each thrust sent a jet of sensation slamming up her spine to shatter inside her brain. She moaned and bucked and writhed, hugging him into her, digging her nails into his back, mashing her mouth against his.

He was nearly there, but he could feel something was stopping her going over the edge. He pulled back, withdrawing from her. “No,” she moaned in frustration, humping forward trying to keep him inside her. He gently circled her clit with his middle finger then pushed it to the knuckle inside her. Her hips humped greedily as he once again pulled back, the overwhelming need and want etched on her face.

He stood, his member erect and pulsing, his hips making little needy motions. He watched her face as he gently pressed his middle finger to her backside. She gasped in surprise but her body writhed onto it, her eyes locked with his, trusting him not to hurt her.

He forcefully entered her again, making her breath gasp and hitch. Watching her, he slowly pulled back, while at the same time pushing his finger deeper, then drove back into her. Oh god, that was unbelievable! Shockwaves bolted through her with each thrust as her hips helped drive him in deeper and deeper.

She could feel him losing any control and pumping deeper and harder as his climax came. Her tension rose higher and tighter as her vision blurred. All she knew was him and the incredible sensation of … of … of … complete wipeout as her climax engulfed and overwhelmed her.

She came to her senses, lying on the altar, gasping, as he raised himself off and out of her. He was breathing hard. She looked at him, suddenly realising – he still had the sleeveless shirt and dog collar on — she had just had wild sex with a priest on the altar of a church!

He watched as a mixture of shock and shame flittered across her face. “I told you, you needed a him to warm you up,” and playfully kissed her mouth.

She quickly climbed off the altar. He was a priest! And she was buck naked!

“It’s OK, really,” He smiled down at her. “But, yeah, we’d better get dressed. My brother could turn up any minute. I got bored waiting for him to pick me up after I checked out the old graveyard and decided to try out the fancy dress. I was just getting bored with that when it started raining and you showed up.”

She stood, blinking at him, still stunned at their actions, but beginning to comprehend.

“I’m not a priest,” he confirmed. “I’m staying at the motel down the road for a few days. with my brother while we do a bit of research. How about you? Do you live around here?”

She stared at his grin. Then an echoing smile erupted on her face. “No. I’m just passing through but I had a bit of car trouble. Think they’d have another room at that motel?”

Maybe, just maybe, today didn’t suck so hard after all.

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It was downright crazy. It was stupid, dangerous and sordid. It was unthinking, unplanned and unusual. It was also fucking marvellous.

I was forty-three at the time. I was married and still am, just, to a successful businessman who is away on business about as much as he is home with me. We had two children one of who, the boy had just started work and our daughter was at university. We lived in a large house in a London suburb called Hadley Wood. We were financially comfortable and led quite an upscale life-style. I had my own money from an inheritance, did some charity work, played golf and tennis and lunched as ladies do a few times a week. More for something to do than anything else, I had recently taken a part time, copywriting job in an ad agency in London.

An ideal life many would say, but I was bored out of my mind.

Oh I nearly forgot, my name is Tina, I have long, shoulder-length, black hair, I wear glasses, black horn rims actually and I have big tits.

I met James at work. He was twenty-three, hugely bright, good-looking and a junior art director. We were paired up on a number of projects, he did the design and drawings I provided the words. From the very first campaign, we got on well despite the twenty-year age gap and, after getting to know each other a little we started to flirt. PC has not infiltrated the ad industry as much as it has many others! I loved the banter in the agency and was starting to enjoy flirting with James, but also with other guys. It was a great atmosphere. All of the creative department got on well and James and I became ‘partners,’ a team I suppose. He was a remarkably creative person and whilst his job was the ad design, the pictures as they call it, he could write better copy than I do.

We had worked together for three months or so when we had to visit a client in Manchester where we had to stay overnight.

We dined together and then went to the half-full bar. I was a little reluctant as I did not like people thinking I was out with my toyboy. Most of the customers in the bar were businessmen, but there were a few females dotted around. As usual, James was in a tee and jeans, but I was wearing a crisp, fairly tight, white, button up the front blouse, skinny, blue jeans and heels.

In the bar, he changed, maybe it was the drink, maybe he had put some stuff up his nose or maybe it was the real James coming out. He became colder, harder, firmer, more controlling and confident. He ordered a bottle of Pino without asking me. He leaned across the table and blatantly looked down the front of my blouse. His knee touched my leg under the table and twice he rested his hand on mine. I hadn’t been pulled for years and was not too sure of the etiquette or even if he was trying to pull me. I find the young of today so hard to read.

“I think it is time for bed,” I said after looking at my watch and seeing it was nearly ten.

“What’s the hurry the meeting doesn’t start ’til twelve tomorrow,” he retorted grabbing my hand as I went to stand up.

“At my age I need my beauty sleep.”

“Not in my eyes you don’t Tina,” he went on still holding my hand.

He looked up at me and said, sternly. “Sit down and have another drink.”

“No I had better not,” I said as I was already feeling a little tipsy.

He pulled on my hand forcing me to bend forward.

“I said sit down Tina and I fucking well meant it,” he snarled looking down the front of my blouse where it gaped as I sat down. I didn’t know what to think. He had never been like this with me before. He simply stared intently at me for a few moments. It was as if there was a rage going on inside him and he was deciding what to do next. He was still holding my hand quite tightly. I looked around to see if any people were looking and a few were. I tried to pull it away, but he held onto it tightly.

“Forget them,” he said without looking up.

I didn’t reply or, for some reason try harder to pull my hand away as really I should have done.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“They don’t matter, it’s just us,” he said staring deeply into my eyes.

“What’s that mean?” I asked, as a shudder of I was not sure what went through me.

We looked at each other. It seemed to me that he was trying to make his mind up on what to say or do next. He smiled. I smiled back. Then, rather too loudly and probably so that someone could hear he said.

“You have got a great pair of tits Tina.”

“James don’t,” I replied now trying to get my hand away, but he held on tight.

“Well you have and I have been ogling them ever since you joined the agency.”

“Please stop,” I whispered seeing two guys staring at us.

I felt odd. Part embarrassed, part flattered, part a little scared, but also, I realised to my surprise, part aroused.

“You know you have got great tits Tina and that’s why you show them off.”

“I don’t.”

“Look at them now. That fucking blouse is far too tight.”

“I’m going,” I said taking the opportunity of him taking a swig from istanbul escorts his glass to stand up.

“Sit down Tina,” he said coldly.

“No I am going.”

“Sit down or I will tear that fucking blouse open so I and all the dirty bastards in here will see those tits,” he said again a little too loud.

I decided to take a chance and walked, almost ran from the bar. He caught me at the elevators and bundled me in. It was empty. He seemed to have calmed down.

“What was all that all about?” I asked.

“I got a bit carried away, sorry.”

“Why, though?”

He moved closer and put his hand on my hip. “I want you, badly,” he said looking right into my eyes sending tingles through me.

“James, I am old enough to be your mother.”

He replied quickly. “I’m not ageist.”

That made me smile. “But maybe I am?” I said.

“But maybe you aren’t,” he said slipping his arm round my waist as we walked along the corridor. “And in any case that makes the idea of fucking you even more of a turn on.”

I was in a quandary. How the hell was I going to get into my room alone, without causing a big scene? As it happened, I couldn’t.

As I got to the door with my card in my hand he said.

“Just one drink,” holding up the half-full bottle of wine.

I couldn’t think of what to say and we were in my room before I hardly knew it.

He walked to the mini bar, got two wine glasses, filled them and handed me one. We were standing facing each other beside the king sized bed. It was a hugely suggestive scene.

“To us,” James said raising his glass.

“What do you mean?”

Laughing and taking a gulp of wine. “Well tomorrow of course, I hope we work well together with Glaziers.”

“I see.”

“Amongst other things that is Tina.”

“What other things?” I asked as I noted his tone again getting harder, his gaze more intense and his demeanour more confident.

“What I said in the bar, those other things,” he went on staring very obviously at my chest.

“Not, now James, leave it will you.”

“Actually Tina, no I will not leave it, I want to look at them, show them to me.”

“Don’t be crazy,” I replied feeling a little shocked, but nevertheless also slightly aroused. Young men can do that to women approaching or in middle-age!

“What’s crazy, you’ve got great tits, I’m a tit man and we are alone in your hotel room with the night ahead of us.”

“We do not for I have to go to bed.”

“Good I can watch you undress.”

“No you can’t,” I replied as he moved closer.

“Yes I fuckingwell can and will,” he said very authoritatively.

“James please.”

“Look Tina, one way or another I am going to see your tits. Either you take your blouse and bra off or I do. It doesn’t matter to me, it’s up to you.”

The wine must have got to me more than I had earlier thought because all sorts of strange things were running through my brain. I had let him into my room so I could not really feel that scared of him and in fact, I was somewhat in awe of him, I realised. As he took control, started directing me and began to dominate me so, amazingly I was becoming aroused. In turn he was making me feel submissive and open to his suggestions. As he demanded to see my tits and threatened me, so incredulously he was turning me on more and more, but in a way and of a nature that I had not experienced before. I hated that and hated myself for letting this all get to me so much, but I did not seem able to resist his advances.

I finished my drink noting that we had drunk two bottles between us. That, I was aware, had relaxed me, but more alarmingly yet, at the same time excitingly, it had also reduced my inhibitions. Suddenly him seeing my breasts did not seem that big a deal, and frighteningly neither did sleeping with him. That realisation hit me hard and made me wonder what was happening to me and my, usually, quite strong sense of sexual morals. For some time they had in the virtual world of the net been reducing, but not in the real world. Now, it seemed, they were plummeting in both my parallel existences.

That really shocked me for in the twenty-five years I had been married I had only been with one other man than my husband. Of course there had been chances and several guys had tried hard, but other than Gareth, with whom I had a six-month affair and believe was the real, true love of my life, I had resisted. Until now that is.

“So what’s it to be Tina?” he said softly, but very firmly. “Me or you to take it off?” he went on brushing the back of his fingers across my cheek and down my neck to the collar of the blouse that he held gently between his finger and thumb. “Well?”

Now I was totally torn. How could I do such thing as take my blouse off, let him see my breasts or even more so let him take it off? How would we ever be able to work together again? How would I ever be able to look myself in a mirror and how would I be in front of my husband and even more worryingly in front of the other istanbul eskort young art directors and copywriters who James might well tell?

As he stared at me, his fingers still holding the lapel of my simply, I felt my resolve weakening. I felt myself thinking. ‘So what, I go topless on holiday and in the end result what is a fuck with a young bloke? After all, I have been sexually active for nearly thirty years and have probably been fucked over four thousand times, does one more matter? Rather worryingly also I found myself thinking, ‘why not, after all soon might be too late!’

The steely look in his eyes, his authoritative, confident manner and the way that he seemed so able to read me all added up to me feeling under his control, his direction and his command.

“Come on Tina, take it off, no one will ever know,” he said in little more of a whisper his eyes boring into mine and seeming to see right into my mind. “You know you want to don’t you?”

That also hit home and big time, for James was in a way correct, I half did want to take it off and show him my breasts.

“No James. No I don’t want to,” I lied, rather unconvincingly.

“Yes you fuckingwell do you have wanted to flash them ever since we started working together.”

“That’s not true.”

“Don’t lie Tina, don’t make it worse. You only come to work to get fucked admit it to yourself.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“Well you don’t need the money, that cunt of a husband and you are stinking fucking rich so why work?”

“Because I want to.”

“You work because you are bored and you want some excitement in your life,” he went on as we both finished our wine and he went to the mini bar. “Fuck there’s no wine, order a bottle on room service.”

“No.”

“Well if you don’t I will and think how that will look?”

Not wanting the hotel to know I had him in my room I picked up the phone and started to order a bottle of Chablis.”

“Make it two, it might be a long night,” he whispered into my ear. I did.

“Don’t worry I’ll go in the bathroom when the waiter brings the wine, though he will think you’re a right old lush ordering two bottles at this time of evening,” he said rather cruelly.

“Gee thanks. Why don’t you go to your room now and leave me alone?” I ventured.

“Because Tina, I want to see those tits and you don’t really want me to go do you?”

“James this is crazy,” I began as he came very close to me. He put his hands on my hips and looked deep into my eyes.

“It is not crazy Tina. We both want each other, admit it.” I tried to fight him off knowing that it was rather half-hearted.

“Oh James I can’t.”

“Go on admit it Tina. I bet you can’t deny that you have thought of me fucking you can you?”

“Don’t,” I groaned as his arms went round me and he pulled me to him. “I haven’t.”

He gripped me harder. “I see the way you look at me at work. I know you want to get laid, it’s just who that’s in question, so come on get that fucking blouse off.”

His words were getting to me, because deep down I suspected they were true, although I was yet to admit them to myself.

“How can you say that? And I can’t do that.”

“Oh yes you can, Tina, and oh yes you will,” he went on kissing me just as there was a tap at the door.

I was hugely embarrassed as the female waiter brought the two bottles of wine and an ice bucket in. Fortunately they were screw tops so the embarrassment was limited to her putting the wine down and me signing the bill. James was as good as his word and he stayed in the bathroom and kept quiet as the wine was delivered. He poured two more glasses.

“Now where were we?” he smiled. “Oh yes,” he went on putting both glasses down and once more taking me in his arms.

“Now James stop it,” I said knowing full well I lacked conviction. He ignored me and pulled me against his body. He was erect.

“What you gonna do Tina, scream?” he said smiling.

“I might,” I rather ridiculously said as his hands ran up and down my back and he pinged my bra strap.

“Don’t be fucking daft and just go with the flow, you know you want it.”

More and more he was getting to me. I knew that and I am sure he did as well, but I was not prepared to give in just yet. I was not used to such situations and I was worried about my reputation in the agency if I let James have sex with me. Deeper down though, somewhere between my nipples and my pussy, I was beginning to realise that it was inevitable.

As his hand ran unhindered up and down my back and onto my bum that he stroked and squeezed I began to sort of relax. Maybe this was how the young of today went about things? Maybe they did just ‘do it?’ Maybe reputations were no longer important? And, as I had thought earlier, what really was a flash of my tits or a fuck, I had done both loads of times!

As he forced his mouth against mine and as both of his hands squeezed the cheeks of my bum and pulled me more firmly against his erection, the other aspect of eskort istanbul this situation hit me, and hard. That was not simply what he was doing, it was how he was doing it and the manner in which he was doing it. I had never been with a man who so seemingly easily took control of the situation, decided and directed what was going on and seemed to have no interest in what I needed or wanted. I had never been dominated or humiliated, abused even, in the way James was doing now. And I had not ever thought of myself as being a submissive. But as his tongue slid into my open mouth, as he writhed his body harder against mine, as he grabbed hold of my shoulder-length hair and as he took complete control of me and the situation, I began to realise that might very well be what I was.

He broke the kiss.

“No Tina, stop fucking about and get those fucking big tits out for me.”

“Oh James.”

“Just do it for fuck’s sake.”

I felt hypnotised as my hands somehow, as if with a mind of their own reached up and found the top button of my blouse.

“You won’t tell anyone will you?” I rather ridiculously asked.

“I might, but then I might not,” he answered, which was a somewhat more realistic answer than was my question.

I fumbled the top button through the buttonhole and looked at him. I didn’t really like the look of triumph on his face, but did feel good when he said.

“That’s good Tina, that’s a good girl.”

Fumbling the buttons undone one by one, strangely I did not feel embarrassed at him seeing my boobs inside the Janet Reger pale pink bra. that gave the DD cup mounds the support they need, but hid little as it was completely see through.

“Oh yes babe, they are gorgeous,” he said staring intently at my bra covered breasts.

I am proud of them and I felt good as he looked at them and complimented me on them. Looking right into my eyes as he closed the gap between us and without asking or any hesitation he slid his hands inside the cups and under my boobs. He scooped them out of the bra.

“Fuck me yes they’re gorgeous,” he said, pinching the nipples far too hard. That made me wince, but that did not deter him and, in fact he pinched them harder. “Lovely nipples Tina, want them sucked?”

I didn’t reply.

“I asked you a question, slapper and I want an answer. Do you want me to suck your tits?”

I had never been asked quite such a degrading question, but for some reason I didn’t mind as it seemed part of the ‘ritual.’

“Well do you?”

My whole body was crying out for some form of sexual gratification, but I could not decide just what form that would take. I had never had such indecision before as with Robert and Gareth it generally took just one direction, full, penetrative sex. Now, though, that did not seem to be the only choice, but I could not make out for certain what else was on the menu. What I did know, however, was that my breasts were crying out for attention and my aching nipples were demanding to be sucked.

To my horror in some ways, I heard myself whispering. “Yes James I do.”

“Then ask me to do it?”

“Suck my nipples please?”

“Louder.”

“Please suck my nipples,” I said louder, trembling slightly at the way I so naturally did what he was telling me.

“You hold them and feed them to me,” was his surprising reply.

I took a breast in each hand, lifted them a little and held them as he bent forward and sucked one into his mouth as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger.

He was, if there can be such a thing, a very aggressive tit sucker. Starting by firstly taking the actual nipple between his lips he sucked it hard and then as he heard me gasp with pain, he sucked the entire areola into his mouth. Once that was inside, he put his teeth round it and bit me.

“Christ James, stop.”

“Why?”

“Because it hurts,” I told him trying to pull my breasts away from his mouth.

“Well that’s what you want isn’t it?” he growled taking the other nipple and areola into his mouth. “Old frustrated tarts like you want a bit of pain, don’t you. You’ve had everything else.”

I could hardly believe that as he said that, I found myself beginning to agree with him. And that was with both wanting some pain and being a frustrated, old tart.

Somehow, I got used to his teeth biting into the flesh of my breasts and the pinkness of my areola. The pain, though sharp and intense, seemed to merge with my arousal. I began to tingle all over my body, I started to shudder a little, I became hot and, I realised, started to enjoy it and wanted more.

“Oh yes,” I groaned my hands going round his neck and my fingers ruffling his long, dark, unkempt hair.

“See you like it don’t you?”

I mumbled. “Yes, in a way I do James.”

“Good, I’ll stop then,” he said shoving his hand roughly between my legs the side of it and his forefinger pressing right against my clit and pussy through my jeans. As he did that he gulped a large lump on the side of my left breast into his mouth and sucked on that as he rubbed me through my jeans. I knew that he would be making red marks on the soft fullness of each tit as he gave me, what as teenagers we called, love-bites.

“Undo my jeans, slut,” he muttered, somehow seeming to know just what I needed and wanted.

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Ever since he was 15 he always had a thing for panties, for other boys it was Penthouse and Playboy but for him it was ‘ Victoria’s Secret ‘ lingerie catalogue.

James was an engineer in a construction firm. On the same level was the marketing department, also known as the ec department eye candy, 4 gorgeous ladies Anna Nicole Maria and Cynthia. In James book Anna was the gob-stopper of the candies. Standing at 5’6 with all the right curves, juicy C cup mangoes that she showed off at every opportunity. Of an Asians descent she had a lovely honey toned complexion, sparkling brown eyes and a smile that lit up her whole face.

Every Thursday Engineering and Marketing would meet in the boardroom and discuss matters concerning their current clients. A client was providing a challenge and Johnson, head of marketing had requested a team member from engineering join in on the discussions. Anna was doing the presentation. She expertly lead the client from slide to slide, table to table and by the end the client was looking for the dotted line, convinced that he had made the right choice choosing their firm. After the client left Anna and James discussed the presentation.

“You did that really really well! I’m glad we have you selling us!” James exclaimed.

“Thanks and thanks for making some time out to sit in.”

“No, my pleasure! you didn’t really need me here you know, he was putty in your hands.”

“I know but I felt a bit nervous around him. He’s a bit unpredictable! At our first meeting I thought he was going to throw me over the boardroom table and have me!”

“Hey it’s a compliment! You are a gorgeous woman Anna; I can see why he would want to do that!”

“Really?” She blushed

Umm yeah… look I need to get back to work, give me a call if you want me to sit in on any other meetings. Err okay?”

“Mmm sure thanks again.”

James backed out of the conversation quickly. Embarrassed by his admission, he walked way kicking himself certain that he would be the butt of marketing’s new jokes, but a the same time his eyes couldn’t help but to look for her as he crossed the office to the photocopier.

Anna ducked her head as James returned from the copier. Ever since his admission she had been fantasizing about him. She had always had a crush on him but when she joined the company he was in a relationship, which now according to the grapevine was well and truly over. Nicole who was married to one of the sales managers was the source of gossip…

“Cheated on him… that’s what Tony heard from Richard… sent her packing. Been single ever since… Works long hours… Yeah nice guy, worse scenario… “

Anna had always liked James, his nature was kind and gentle, none of this beat your chest and howl at the moon stuff. He was intelligent, witty and she loved it when he smiled. He was attractive as well, rowing regularly he had a fit body, his hair cut short, no designer stubble or fancy wallpaper on his chin and his eyes were the perfect picnic day blue.

His admission last week had started wheels turning, knowing that he wanted her gave her an incredible power rush. And her mischievous side that was renowned amongst her friends wanted to creep out and surprise him. So she concocted a plan to get what she desired.

A week after his admission, he had long accepted the fact that he had ruined it between them and that Anna wasn’t interested in a relationship. Today was no different from the previous. Getting up and going through his usual routine, he showered, shaved and dressed. His housekeeper was coming in that day, and he reminded himself to write out a cheque for her services and leave it on the kitchen bench where she would find it, then he headed to work. In the office Margaret the receptionist greeted him as he walked in, stopping to do the usual chitchat, he found out that management had called a meeting on the top floor at 4:40pm. Surprised at the short notice he was pondering the possible issues that they would raise as he rode the elevator to his level and walked into his small office.

He stopped, there was a subtle fragrance in the air he took a deep breath trying to pin point its location but as hard as he sniffed the source evaded him. Shrugging he moved around his work closet and removed dismantled his overcoat, then sat down at his desk, again the fragrance was there, something musky but definitely feminine. Shaking the distraction from his head he set about checking his emails.

After responding to about 4 of them David, a fellow engineer popped his head in.

“Mate! I need a favor, John isn’t in the office and I need a copy of the ET43.1 Standards, can I borrow yours? I need it for referencing.”

“Yeah mate hang on”.

He retrieved the book from his reference shelf and handed it to David who thanked him and left closing the door after him. Knowing David’s notorious forgetfulness he opened his top drawer to make a note for himself.

As he opened the drawer the fragrance that had eluded him filled ataköy escort his nostrils. There, lying folded on top of his paperclips was a pair of pale pink silk panties!

His hands shook slightly as he reached for them, his blood rushing as his mind raced. Whose are they? Why are they in my drawer? Is this a prank? Has someone worn them? Am I going to cum?

As he gently picked them up, rubbing the soft silk of the front panel a note fell out. Scanning it he could feel his cock awaken with excitement.

Hi James,

I want to let you know that I am now working with no panties on. I would like to catch up with you for another meeting before our presentation. Please meet me in the boardroom at 4:50pm today.

RSVP with your boxers in my top drawer.

Lust Anna

James was intrigued, he was also very, very hard. He looked up through the office window, he could just see her through a crack in the blinds, her eyes looking intently at the screen. Then suddenly she looked at him. A beep from his computer drew his attention to new mail. So have you found my invitation? We’re going into a meeting in 15 maybe you can put your RSVP in mine sometime then. Anna (…)PS(:) hope you like garters and black stockings. If he wasn’t hard before he was now! His cock swollen and bulging against the expensive fabric of his trousers. And he had to solve the dilemma before he could walk to marketing. He quickly got up and closed the curtains, locked the door and returned to his seat. Picking up the panties he trembled, anticipating the sweet aroma that had teased him all morning. The soft silky fabric felt divine, almost as soft as a freshly shaved pussy. He imagined rubbing his face in the panties while they hid Anna’s pussy from sight.

In his fantasy, Anna was dancing for him clad only in her panties, rubbing her soft butt into his face. He growled at the temptation. His tongue reaching out, poking at the wet patch. While his hands explored her textures, her fiery hot skin and the silky panties. Then he would free his cock. Pulling his trousers and boxers totally off shucking them to his feet and playing with his cock while she danced away and back again. This time facing him. Her hands cupping her tits, pressing them together her fingers pinching her nipples as she licked her lips watching his hands. Then she would stand with her legs slightly apart and tease her panty line. Running her fingers around the elastic sliding one side down, then up again, pulling them up high, rubbing herself with them her dripping juices dampening them even more.

“Oh that’s so sexy baby, I bet you want to frig yourself with your panties right? You want to cum in them, then make me cum on them. Don’t you? Yeah baby! that’s it! cum in your panties! God you are so hot! You sweet bitch! His litany would turn her on and he fantasized watching her grip the back and front and saw it through her pussy lips. Kneeling in front of him, arched backward as she frigged herself with her panties. Then she would scream as she came. Tearing them as she pulled them up high her sweet juices flooding the crotch her body shuddering and jiggling as the spasms took over. Meanwhile his cock wrapped in the pale pink silk scrap moving furiously up and down his shaft. His cock bucked again, and with a groan he covered the crown of his cock with the panties and his cum rushed out splattering the silk. His body bucking, arching up as every muscle in his body clenched. Gasping for air he swam to the surface the panties now drenched in his cum. Aware that anyone could walk in on him he quickly dropped the panties in his briefcase and stripped off his boxers, pulling his pants back on. Folding them he placed them in a manila folder with a hasty note and stamped it PRIVATE/CONFIDENTIAL. Then sauntered over to marketing and walked up to Anna as she was leaving for the meeting.

The meeting was in regards to standards, a boring issue that did not concern her only the minor colleagues. But as a team member she was obliged to go. As she locked her computer and grabbed her notebook and pen for note taking, James sauntered up. With a happy smile on his face he handed her the file. “Hey there, here’s the file you’ve been waiting for. If you have any questions Ill talk to you about it at our meeting okay?” He looked into her eyes mesmerized by their depth, enchanted by her smile and her flushed and excited complexion.

“Hey Anna! You coming or what?” Nicole shouted from the doorway

“Cum? Mmm! I cant wait! I’ll talk to you later!” James whispered and walked away.

Glowing red she rushed to follow Nicole in the lift.

Taking the lift to the top floor she realized with a horror that she had taken James file with her. Her eyes glued on the PRIVATE/CONFIDENTIAL stamp.

“What’s that file for Anna?” Nicole asked as she glanced her way.

“What? Err its something James and I are discussing.”

“Really what project?”

“Umm it’s confidential as yet. Ill tell you when its ataköy escort bayan official.”

The elevator stopped, ending the questions much to Anna’s relief. And she walked with the crowd over to the head office boardroom.

“Anna!” A voice boomed.

Anna turned around to see Mr. Johnson, head of marketing walk towards her.

“Anna! Great job you did on the Stifex project! Ian just called me and raved on about your service and attention to detail!”

“Thank you sir.” Her blush deepened as she shuffled pulling the notebook on top of the James’ file.

“Say Anna are you alright you look rather flushed?”

“Sir? Is it okay if I sit out on this meeting? I’m feeling a bit dizzy and I think I need some fresh air.”

“Fresh air! Bah! Bring me a bottle of it while you’re at it! Off you go! I can’t have fainting or everyone will think I’m a slave driver”

“Thank you sir, Ill talk to you later”

“Sure! Sure! Get out of here!”

With that he turned around to start the meeting.

Anna escaped to the basement floor where storage was kept. This was a secret spot she sought if she wanted some time to think things through or if she wanted some privacy. The area was a fenced cage covered with hessian. Part of her lusted for this area. One could partially see into the cage and watch as she straightened her stockings or took her panties off. Placing the files down she sat opposite them and closed her eyes to better savor the coolness of the room. The fans hummed noisily drowning out any noise, shutting herself in her own world. With a sigh of relief she closed her eyes and savored the peacefulness of her hideout. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the file that James had given her. Unsure, she opened the file and smiled, relieved at the sight of a pair of boxer shorts. On top of the boxers was an envelope with her name on it. Opening it she read James’ note.

To lusty Anna

The girl of my dreams has just fulfilled one of my greatest fantasy! I love your panty invitation and I look forward to licking that bare pussy clean at our meeting. When you find this note I want you to pretend that I’m there watching you masturbate. I will be there stroking my cock watching you. I hope you cum & cum hard!

Love James

PS your naughty panties are wet with my cum! you got me so hard baby! I just had to cum right after your message.

Anna put the note away already her pussy was creamy with want. And her body was swollen with need. Taking off her jacket she lay it aside and pulled her skirt up in( )case her pussy leaked all over it. Sitting on a box with her legs spread wide apart her hands stroking the bare flesh of her upper thighs she closed her eyes and imagined James in the room watching her. She undid a few buttons on her shirt. Revealing a lacy black bra under her cream shirt.

“Do you want some of me?” Her fantasy self asked James “I wish you would come over and pinch my nipples this way. Mmm hard twist them ahhh that’s it ooh that feels so good.” Her hands were roughly pushing the flesh of her breast around in circles her fingers scissoring her nipples while her legs squeezed themselves seeking relief with the pressure induced. “Mmm maybe my nipples aren’t enough. Maybe my pussy is more tempting. It certainly wants you. I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you. You look so handsome and sexy I wanted to hide in your closet and pull your cock out as you put away you’re overcoat and suck the cum out of you! Mmm or lie on your sofa with my legs over the arm fingering myself as you walk in with reports. Ooh would you like that? The thought is making me so hot!!”

Her hand had wandered down over her stomach to her neatly shaved pussy. Her fingers soothing the sexual beast inside her. Fingers dipping in all the right places. Her thumb rubbing her clit wet with moisture. Soon her other hand was down there too. Holding her pussy lips apart. Anna moaned as her finger slipped between the lips and into her waiting hole. Slowly she began to move it in and out. She could hear the squishing sound as her finger became coated with her thick juice. Her other hand slipped under her top to grasp her breast. Pinching her nipple excited with need, the pain added to her pleasure.

She fell back onto the box behind her tight butt on the edge her legs braced apart on the floor as she undulated bucking her hips. A loud moan escaped her as her body began to convulse in climax. Her hole pulsed and squeezed around her probing finger as she shook in pleasure. A stifled moan escaped her as her pussy squeezed her finger, moistening the digit with her fragrant essence. Exhausted she lay on the boxes waiting for her body to return to reality and her panting to lessen, smiling at her wickedness she couldn’t wait ‘til tonight!

Meanwhile James was trying ever so hard to concentrate on the plans in front of him. Grateful for his schedule because today was the day he did catch up. No client calls only plans, paperwork and boredom. escort ataköy Today he was far from bored. His mind kept wandering back to the panties he had hidden in his briefcase. Suddenly the phone rang, it was his supervisor, asking him about a recent project. With a regretful sigh he pushed the panties out of his mind, and focused on work.

Time was moving excruciatingly slowly for both James and Anna. Nicole noticed Anna’s fixation with the clock and teased her about having a hot date. Anna’s blush telling them all the obvious. James was so scattered that his supervisor questioned his home life and if it was affecting his work life. But finally 4:30 rolled around and one by one the office emptied out for the 4:40 meeting. Anna escaped into the boardroom, claiming to make a private call and asked her team not to wait. While James claimed to be finishing an important report and told Dave to go ahead and make notes for him.

When the last person exited the door, James poked his head out of the office, certain that it was clear he hurried to the conference room. His swollen cock guiding the way.

He walked into the dark room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. The curtains were all drawn shutting out the light from the office and outdoors.

“Anna?” He whispered.

“James?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m here…”

Suddenly the video projector went on the light filtering back showing Anna bathed in blue light, lying on the boardroom table, her skirt rucked up her fingers in her pussy, her shirt and jacket opened. Bra removed. She looked at him, her sensual gaze, telling him with one look that she wanted him, his hands, his body his tongue. His cock.

He moved around mesmerized by the sight. “You look gorgeous. Temptation.” he growled out as his hands caressed her bare thighs. She moaned, her sensitive body reacting to his barest touch. Pausing he suddenly asked “Anna?”

“Mmm Yes?”

“Do you know… I’ve wanted to do this to you ever since I saw you across the room?”

She looked up, curious and saw him fall onto his knees his hands pulling her to the edge of the table and buried his face in her pussy.

With a stifled scream, her hands moved down to push his face closer.

James was in heaven. Her pussy tasted the way a pussy should. Absolutely delicious. With slow licks he teased the swollen folds of her labia, short stabbing licks all over her inner folds. Flicking his tongue, he drove Anna to the brink of madness, making her moan loudly, lost, crazy with want. “Please James! Oh yes! make me cum!” Her delirious demands, pleas and begging crept under James’ skin, pumping his blood, making his cock swell and leak pre-cum. He couldn’t take it any longer and with a last lingering lick he stood up, and loosened his pants allowing them to drop down revealing his hard cock. He stroked it, squeezing it then moved it down to rub her clit with his sensitive head. Groaning he moved closer to rub his shaft along her wet pussy slit. Up and down stimulating and teasing her making her buck trying to capture his elusive tip.

Then just as he stroked down, she bucked up. Right timing, right place. He slid into her with one smooth thrust. Their bodies stiffened taut as they adjusted to the luscious sensation, their toes curling with delight. To his and her delight as he pulled out, her slippery pussy clenching milking him with a slow lingering tug. He slid forward again, bringing the swollen head of his penis to the entrance of her vagina. When he touched the sensitive lips, he felt Anna push herself closer to the table edge, trying to get him inside. He pulled back, teasing her until he couldn’t take anymore himself. Holding her legs up, he moved forward. James watched as his hard flesh was eaten up by her warm and tight vagina.

Slowly, James began to pull himself out, this time watching the pink lips try to hold him inside. Then he pushed back in as Anna groaned in excitement. Gradually, he began to move until he was sliding in and out at a slow but steady pace.

Anna reached up and pulled James down until he was lying on top of her. She kissed his lips passionately, almost eating him. Then her hips began to push up into him. She couldn’t believe how good it felt.

James began to move in and out slowly at first, building speed. Soon he began to pound into her. He felt her arms tighten around his neck and her legs wrap around his waist. With each push his balls slapped her ass cheeks, creating an echo around the room and splattering her copious juice on their thighs. A smile came to his lips as he worked his lady to a sexual frenzy.

Finally, Anna lost it. “Oh God, fuck me!” she screamed. “Harder! Oh yes! God you feel so fucking good! Fuck me!” Her hips moved up frantically to meet every downward plunge. She felt incredibly full and stretched.

“Oh God baby,” James moaned, “I can’t take much more. Your pussy is milking me.”

“Yes, cum! I’m so close baby! Ooh yes I’m cumming!” Anna screamed as another climax rushed through her.

James felt his balls tighten as his climax neared. “Ahhhhhh!!!” he groaned as his pent up sperm rushed down the shaft. With great hitching jerks, his scalding semen shot into her hot milking pussy, splattering his creamy potent cum, filling her to overflow.(ing)

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Author’s note: This is the first story that I’ve written. It’s a little rough and it’s slow burning. I welcome feedback and constructive criticism. I’d also enjoy positive thoughts, but I’ll take what I can get.

*

He knew he shouldn’t have been there.

Her bedroom was quiet. The cotton sheets felt warm on his bare back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, following the ever changing orange-red sea of light given off by the ten or so tea candles that dimly lit the room. As he lay there he imagined the shifting lights as a sea of warmth, and as he closed his eyes, he could imagine himself in that sea—the warmth of the candle light carrying and buoying him. He felt the soft lick of waves on his chest, warm, subtle, and comforting. The longer he floated the harder it began to separate the end of his body from the beginning of the seemingly infinite and benevolent ocean of light. He began to relax, something he desperately needed. The water churned sending larger waves down his neck, his chest, his stomach, finally swelling around his groin. The water moved back and forth over his groin, providing a pleasurable warmth and as the pulsing water continued he began to feel himself getting hard.

Then the waves stopped. And for a brief moment everything was still. He lay blissfully warm, aroused, and comfortable in this mental ocean of light. Then the water began lapping at his ear, at first a soft spray of water, then a flow transformed into words. The ocean of light became pierced with bubbles of shifting darkness and he opened his eyes to find himself staring into Samantha’s pitch black hair.

“If you’re going to sleep through this, I can leave you tied up and let you grab a few hours of sleep.” Samantha straightened her back slowly, letting her fingertips drag down his chest as she fully arched her back, pushing forward her perfectly shaped breasts. She ran her hands through her hair, undulating her hips as ran her hand through her hair. The movement was a practiced affectation. Ryan watched mesmerized as Sam’s breasts swayed with the movement of her arms, only to be pulled out of his trance by the grinding of her groin against his rigid cock. She began to gyrate with more strength and urgency, her left hand holding a handful of hair, her right moving to cup her breast. As she rubbed on his rigid member, he believed, or imagined, that he could feel her wetness through the sheer panties she wore. Sam’s breaths were coming in short bursts through her nose, her bottom lip was firmly held between her teeth, and her right hand was pinching and rolling the hard nub that was her right nipple.

Ryan was trapped in that moment. Sweat soaked, glowing in the candle light, she looked like a sexual idol. Something to be worshipped. He could feel everything inside him boiling and seething. He wanted…no he needed release. He felt like his cock might explode if he was forced to watch, feel, or hear any more of Sam’s self-induced pleasure. But all of that didn’t change the fact that he shouldn’t be here.

Three days earlier.

Ryan didn’t like dance clubs. They were loud, hot, smelled of stale alcohol and, perhaps worst of all, he was almost always compelled to dance. He seethed at the thought. Ryan distaste for dance didn’t spring from a feeling of self-consciousness. At around six feet tall, 180 lbs of well-muscled surgeon, Ryan felt comfortable in most social settings. Quiet opposite to a feeling of self-consciousness, Ryan felt a disdain for dance because other people danced so poorly. Grinding, in his opinion, was a poor substitute for actual fluidity of motion. But there he stood in the middle of this dimly lit, blaringly loud, overly sexualized mosh pit called a dance floor with a tall brunette “dancing” against him.

He let himself fall into the rhythm of the music, the drum track beat against his chest as his dance partner pressed her ass into him. He responded by placing his hands on her hips, pushing her against his rapidly stiffening cock. He realized he was being hypocritical, but he decided that was a moral quandary for another day. His tall brunette leaned into him, snaking her hand behind his head, pulling his lips against hers. The kiss began much like the dance, without pretext and with a very obvious meaning. I want to fuck. Her firm lips, combined with ass gyrating in rhythm to the music were removing any puritan reservations that Ryan may have felt about his soon-to-be fuck buddy.

He moved his mouth from hers, kissing slowly down her neck. Her skin tasted sharply of salt, the result of vigorous “dancing” in a crowded space. He loved it. This was not going to be an affair with white sheets, clean smiles, and loving embraces. It would be an appeal to his basic desires. Tonight would be about lust. About fucking. About dominating. About physical satisfaction and emotional degradation. The binge drinking before the hangover. He bit down gently on his partner’s neck as his right hand moved down to the hem of her absurdly short skirt. He rested on her thigh for a moment, feeling the intense heat from legs at work on a dance floor. He felt the elastic escort bayan of Y’s (he taken to thinking of her as You) tights resist slightly as he scratched his way up her legs, pulling the hem of her skirt with him. Y responded in kind, her hand moving behind her back to rest on Ryan’s now very firm cock. She gripped it as best she could from behind, keeping up a soft gyration to keep up the pretext of dancing, her firm ass brushing his leg as she stroked his member.

He began to move his mouth up her neck, his teeth leaving a trail of light red marks up to her ear. His hand mirrored the movements of his mouth moving slowly up her thigh, stopping just short of her crotch. Suddenly he groaned as he felt the warmth of her hand wrap around his cock. Ryan was momentarily impressed by her skill with a zipper before he let out a low moan into her ear. It was as Ryan was thinking about the finer points of pleasuring Y without revealing their intentions to half of the dance floor when Y spun in his arms.

“Take me to the bathroom. Now.” Her last commanding word was more a hiss in his ear than an actual intelligible word, but he inferred her meaning from a wealth of experience, and he smiled to himself as she led him off the dance floor.

Unfortunately for Ryan and Y, the lines to both bathrooms were prohibitively long and guarded by an obscenely well-muscled body guard, no doubt set to prevent the sort of mischief that Y had been about. Undeterred, Y pulled Ryan towards the stairwell that led to the VIP section of the dance club. Together the ascended to the first bend in the staircase—a dark, abandoned little heaven for him to fuck Y’s brains out.

Y, seemingly able to read his mind, abruptly sat on one of the stairs and began jerking at the buckle to his belt. In the dim light, Ryan could see Y lick her lips, her dully lit eyes staring up at him hungrily. Soon he heard the metallic clink of his belt buckle being thrown wide, and he felt the button to his pants being undone by experienced, nimble hands. The air felt cold on his thighs, calves…and balls for that matter, as Y casually yanked his pants to the floor. His penis bounced slightly, pulled by the hem of his underwear as she pulled. At seven and a half inches, Ryan wasn’t huge but he wasn’t embarrassed to have a stranger looking at his cock, either. He smiled slightly as she shifted effortlessly from her seated position to one on her knees. She positioned herself so that her legs rested on his now crumpled jeans, with her firm, pouty lips positioned directly in front of his cock’s swollen, reddish purple head.

Ryan felt Y’s breath on the head of his cock—a moist cloud of warm air passing over the first inch and a half of his penis. Y moved her mouth down slowly, deliberately, expelling warm breath all the way down his shaft, finally stopping to exhale breathily onto his balls. Then, abruptly she moved her lips back the head of his cock and let her mouth sink down three inches. Ryan let out a guttural moan, feeling a tension he hadn’t even known that had been building, lift. Her mouth was hot, the warmth that came from a night of heavy drink, arousal, and adrenaline. Y slowly bobbed her head up and down. Ryan felt her tongue flick as she brought her lips to the head of his penis, and each swish of her lively tongue sent electricity down his spine.

After what seemed like an eternity of careful, deliberate ministrations, Ryan decided to take matters into his own hands…literally. He grabbed a handful of Y’s hair in his right hand and pushed, firmly down, sending her four….five….six inches down his cock, then he held her down. Y resisted slightly, but soon she started snaking her tongue around his cock moaning around him as he held her down. Ryan let a fleeting moment of admiration ficker into his consciousness one more time before he pulled her up for air. Y gasped and coughed a little as her mouth released him, but she looked at him with a challenge in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow and flicked green eyes to his member, slowly, achingly slowly, opening her mouth. She gave the most innocent stare as her lips rested mere millimeters from Ryan’s dick.

If she wants to play innocent, I can play rough.

Ryan entwined his other hand in her brown tresses, and with two hands he forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Rather than simply letting her rest and suck as she pleased, Ryan began sliding his dick in and out of her mouth. He pushed deeper with each thrust feeling her throat give way with each thrust. Her hands moved to his ass, grabbing in time with his flexing muscles. Soon she was most of the way down his member, seven inches down her throat. Ryan decided to hold her down, feeling the contractions of her throat around his cock. As he was holding her, he met her unmoving, unflinching eyes. She blinked passively as her throat contracted, again.

God. She’s good at this.

He groaned as she flicked her tongue out. Eventually he let her up, a trail of saliva leading from the head of his cock to Y’s bottom lip. Y smirked and coyly said “Do you think escort you’re hard enough to fuck me now? Or do I need to beg like a bitch?” Ryan decided that the stairwell wasn’t the best place to make what was already an elongated encounter into an even longer one. He bent down and picked her up the waist, pushing her roughly against the wall. A low, but audible moan, let him know that his rough touch had the desired effect. Rather than dealing with pulling down her tights he decided to rip them. If someone came down the stairs he’d be able to pull out and Y would be able to feign innocence. Ryan thought of himself as nothing if not a gentlemen.

Ryan made short work of the tights, ripping a hole exposing Y’s ass and pussy, and despite her verbal complaints about her ruined garment Y liked the permanent reminder of what was about to happen. Ryan quickly affixed a condom and pulled aside her panties. Given their mutual state of arousal Ryan was easily able to enter Y, and both moaned loudly, Ryan exhaling right into Y’s ear. He then began to push. Y was tight, and each inch required pressure and each inch brought new pleasure, warmth, and wetness. He persisted until his entire length was buried inside her. Ryan’s body was pressed firm against Y, who was pressed hard against the wall. As Ryan paused, deep within Y’s dripping cunt, he slid a hand inside her bra feeling an erect nipple and decided to have a little fun. He began twisting and pinching the hard nub, eliciting a slight shriek and a giggle. As time dragged on, with his dick deep inside her and his hand playing with (what were unbeknownst to Ryan) very sensitive nipples, Y began impatiently and breathily begging for Ryan to,

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Ryan complied. His hips began to move with increasing frequency—each thrust pulling out everything but the tip of his member and sliding in all the way to the base. Faster and faster he pushed into her. The sounds of flesh on latex covered flesh could be heard echoing in the stairwell. Ryan slid his free hand to her crotch, rubbing small circles around her swollen clit as he continued to ram her from behind.

Y, as it turned out, was vocal in her enthusiasm for their fucking. Her audible moans and pleas to a very observant god would have been audible on the dance floor had it not been for the blaring trance music. Ryan mentally revised his position on the volume of the music in clubs. As their fucking became frantic in pace, Y begged, in frantic and ragged gasps, Ryan to bend her over and fuck her on the stairs. Eager to oblige he picked her up and roughly set Y down. She grunted both in pain and in pleasure, as the rough landing had injured her knees and set Ryan’s cock against her G-spot.

Ryan began frantically ramming his cock into Y’s waiting cunt. He ran a hand up her back, feeling the sweat soaked skin (bless open backed dresses) under his fingernails as he raked towards her neck. He let his hand get entangled in her hair, using his grasp as leverage to push himself more completely inside Y. The world dissolved into a series of grunts and groans for Ryan and his so-dubbed “Y.” And as he felt his own orgasm approaching, Ryan slapped Y’s clit—on a hunch that rough play helped nurture Y’s growing orgasmic tension. To his satisfaction Y yelped and squealed, pushing back on Ryan as he ground his hips against her firm ass. Together they approached climax and together they went over that pleasurable cliff.

As Ryan was exploding inside of his newly, internally christened, dance/fuck-buddy he heard the click of heels coming down the stairs. He looked up to see a short, woman with straight black hair staring at him with her eyebrow raised. She raised her right hand to her mouth and imitated a blowjob before winking and walking out the exit on the landing above Y and Ryan’s coupling. It was at that moment that Y gave out under him, her legs shuddering. The last thing he saw was the door closing behind this mysterious and yet seemingly…sexual woman.

Ryan and Charlotte, which he’d learned was her name as she straightened her dress parted ways. Ryan chose to stay behind disposing of his condom, pulling up his pants, and staring up the now seemingly quiet staircase. For some reason he felt compelled to climb the stairs, drawn by the image of that woman. Black hair cascading down a pale neck, drawing his eyes to a gorgeous chest—not large, but perfect in shape and figure, designed to be a handful, designed never to sag or age. He felt his heart pounding as he climbed, imagining fucking this beauty, pushing her to the ground and ramming his cock into her. He trusted his intuition that a girl who would feign a blowjob while watching him finish inside another girl wouldn’t be the type to want those clean linens and clean words. He came to the top of the second landing, pushed open the doors, and was greeted by the drum and bass music.

The crowd surrounded him, the way it had at the beginning of the night. Without Y, Charlotte, he reminded himself, the press of bodies was nothing but a hindrance. He felt warm breasts, sheer satin, lace, denim, bayan escort and firm asses press against his body, but they were nothing but distractions as he searched for the girl on the stairs. Unfortunately, Ryan would spend three hours surrounded by what he considered bad dancers, bad music, and unpleasant aromas for an additional three hours as he looked for his mystery lustful muse.

The next day.

Isabella was Ryan’s best friend. At five eleven, D cup breasts, athletic build, and angelic face, Isabella turned every male head. Luckily (or unluckily) Isabella’s head was only turned by women. Her personality was shaped by her beauty; she’d spent her youth dealing with horny young men, learning just how little the male form did to inspire passion within her, and fending off unwanted advances at the bar, dance club, office, school, and grocery store. As a result she had a sarcastic and derisive wit that Ryan found complementary to his own sarcastic sense of humor.

“Maybe Stairwell Slut drained your balls so effectively that you imagined this second bitch. I mean, you did say that you were mid-orgasm when she made her grand entrance didn’t you?” Isabella had affected something of a demure pose on the edge of his desk. Clad in scrubs, her figure was apparent, eminent, and captivating—it was only through prolonged practice and the experience of many futile attempts that Ryan managed to focus on her words rather than her figure.

“She exists. I’m going back tonight. Would you care to join me? She’s your type.” Ryan smiled broadly, hoping his boyish smile would push her convince her to abandon her reticence.

“You mean she has a cunt, is thin, and looks above a 3? Well, fuck, you’ve found the lost Monet, haven’t you? I think what you mean to say is ‘Izzy, can you please get me into the VIP section? I’m just a scalpel jock with a cock and I can’t do it without your amazing rack.'” Isabella laughed at her own wit, cupping her robust chest to emphasize her point.

“That too…” Ryan chuckled to himself. Isabella was smart, if not exactly his type. Honesty worked better with her than flattery so he groveled, asked for her help and, after much begging, got her to commit to going to the club that evening. As she left his office she admonished, “Who goes to a club two nights in a row? All I can say is I better get laid, or I’m going to make you lick me. And yes I’m fucking joking, close your damn mouth, fucknut.”

That night.

Ryan could feel the rhythm of the music in his chest. The pounding bass provided a chorus to the primal thoughts pulsing through his mind. Each downbeat sent a glimpse of his mystery woman through his mind, the emptiness of the upbeat reminding him of the euphoric nothingness that followed his orgasm inside of Y. The music was foreplay, stroking him to arousal, getting him ready to find and conquer his mysterious hallway harlot.

Ryan and Izzy made their way through the first floor mosh pit to the stairwell, for which Ryan felt an unusual and perhaps understandable fondness, to the second floor entrance, where Ryan had spent more time than he cared to admit searching for S (his stairwell slut), to the third floor VIP entrance.

The third floor VIP door was designed to reflect the contrast between the previous two floors and the VIP floor. Composed of solid elm, it stood as the only wooden structure in a stairwell composed of steel and concrete. The two brass lighting fixtures on either side of the double doors cast a warm yellow light in the six feet immediately adjacent to the entrance to the lounge. In conjunction with the hulking bouncer who guarded the double doors, the whole setup seemed ridiculous. A satire. But it certainly did present a different view than the industrial doors opening into the mosh pits on the two lower levels. No one would wander into the lounge uninvited. This is why Ryan needed Izzy to facilitate an invitation.

As she reached the top of the stairs Isabella pulled on the hem of her dress, forcing her cleavage more plainly into view than Marc Jacobs had probably intended. Walking confidently to the well-muscled bouncer, Izzy put on her most serious and demanding expression—the kind of stare one lover might give another while confessing an immediate need to fuck the other person—a hard to resist expression under the best of circumstance.

“I’m wanted inside.” Years of playing to male fantasies had taught Izzy the power of a husky voice in a willing ear. “The boss said he wanted me to do some special favors for a couple VIPs.”

Looking the way Izzy did, sounding the way she sounded and doing the tedious and unrewarding job the bouncer did, he was hard pressed to turn her, and by proxy the guest Izzy was escorting, away. Soon Ryan found himself inside a new and exciting stairwell, except this one was filled with the sickly sweet smell of cigar smoke. As he and Izzy ascended the steps, the smoke grew thicker and the previously muted music grew louder. Similar to the lower levels, the music was drum and bass. A pulsing loudness that seemed to come from the walls and floor. Ryan wondered if this was just another dance floor, filled with those rich and attractive enough to buy their way into this “exclusive” section. He had just started to consider how he would find one person in this dimly lit prison when he reached the top of the stairs.

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*****

“Do I look ok?” I asked.

I had finally emerged from the bathroom of Elliot’s parent’s master bedroom. I had on a red designer bikini. Elliot had gotten it for me. It was cut much smaller than I was used to. It was barely covering my breasts and even though it made my ass look incredible, it left very little to the imagination. Elliot was sitting at the edge of the most beautiful bed I have ever seen. It was a huge four poster california king bed completely decked out in white silk sheets. Apparently, Elliot’s parents got down in style.

“Oh my,” Elliot said, “Turn around?” he asked. I did. “No,” he frowned, “No. You can’t go out there like that.” I knew it. I looked foolish.

“You picked it out! I told you I should have come with you,” I whined.

“No. No. Let me finish. You can’t go out there with out some of this,”

Elliot pulled me to him on the bed and began to kiss me. He was already in his swim trunks and nothing else. We quickly fell back together across the bed. He easily rolled me onto my back. He kissed me deeply, passionately, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, finally scratching an itch I needed ever since we started fucking. I moaned loudly and shoved him onto his back.

“Shhh,” he smiled. I slowly pulled the string off the top of my bikini, letting it fall off. He stared at my tits, his mouth dropped open. He then quickly pulled the bottom string of my bikini, letting it fall open, to reveal my freshly wax pussy.

“Shit babe,” he whispered.

“I couldn’t come to the Hamptons unprepared,” I smirked.

“No, no you could not,” he chuckled. He rolled back on top of me and spread my legs apart with his. He pulled his trunks down. I saw only a glimpse of his hard, mushroom cock before he buried himself inside me. He began to fuck me harder than usual but not hard enough.

I tried to thrust back, but, as usual, he held my hips down. I squeezed him from the inside, but if I did that too much, he would cum. Frustrated, I wrenched my hips out of his grip. Using my whole body, I rolled him over and got on top of him. I began to ride him, slowly, sensually. I looked down at him and his eyes were screwed shut, taking him away, taking him to somewhere else and out of this moment with me. I closed my eyes too and let my imagination wander. As usual, I found myself imagining I was straddling Alex instead. I tried to move my imagination away but, lately, imagining Alex was the only thing that could get me off. I imagined fucking him and him fucking me. Him bending me over and fucking my brains out. Right when I was getting close, right before my orgasm finally hit home, I heard, “I’m gonna cum.” He pulled out and I jerked himself off until he came on his stomach. The usual. I rolled off of him frustrated. I began to kiss his neck and whispered.

“Isn’t it my turn?”

“What?” he mumbled, still in his post-orgasmic haze.

“My turn to cum?” I asked as innocently as I could. He smiled at me. Then I saw his eyes quickly focus on something behind me.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled. He reached behind me and looked at his phone. “Apparently everyone is at the gate waiting for me to let them in.”

“I’ll just text Alex and Patricia, they can do it. They are out at the pool. They’re closer. Stay.”

“No, no I should do it.” He kissed me, sweetly. “Rain check?”

“I’m going to hold you to it,” I pouted.

“I know you will babe and I can’t wait,” he whispered.

We both put our swimsuits back on. Elliot ran out to the gate while I, ready to hump a couch, wandered over to the pool. It was a gorgeous day in the Hamptons. It was hot, sunny and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I went over to the bar and asked the bartender to make me a Tequila Sunrise. It was 5 o’clock somewhere and if I was going to be this horny all day, I was going to need a drink. As I sat on a barstool sipping my cocktail, I saw something that was going to make my day even more difficult. I saw Alex as he hoisted himself out of the hot tub. He was covered in water and sweat. His muscles, already enough of a distraction, were made even more defined by the water. The way he walked made me want to straddle him and ride him until I felt satisfied. He was so confident and self assured. Of course his swim trunks clung to his muscular thighs and outlined, what I could only imagine was, an epic cock. I felt my already frustrated pussy begin to ache. I looked away. Of course he sauntered over and sat right next to me. I glanced over and he flashed me a smile as he mopped his wet hair out of his face.

“I’ll have two of whatever she’s having,” he said. As the bartender mixed his drinks, I intentionally avoided looking at him. Finally, he reached over and lazily stroked otele gelen escort my forearm to get my attention, I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Are you scared of me now?” he chuckled.

“No, just in my own world,” I lied.

“Yeah, me too,” he responded. I glanced over at him. He was staring at Patricia. He undressed her with his eyes as she emerged from the pool. Patricia had always been gorgeous and she knew it. She wore a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Her tits were barely contained in her purple string top. The bottom was cut so high in the front and back that we could all see that she was waxed bare. She walked like a runway model wherever she went. No wonder Alex liked her. She strutted over to us, he handed her a drink and kissed her deeply and passionately. I looked away.

“Stop, Alex,” she cooed, “we’re making Erica uncomfortable,” she said as she smiled at him and bit her lip. “Let’s make a toast!” she raised her glass in my face, I raise mine and Alex raised his. “Here is to good friends, good boyfriends who have loaded parents, an open bar and a mansion in the Hamptons!” We toasted. “By the way Erica, you look amazing. I have always said that you have a hot little body and should show if off more.” she cocked her head to the side, pretending to hit on me, “I bet Elliot can’t keep his hands off you,” she teased as she ran a hand up my thigh.

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s a bit to revealing for me,” I apologized.

“No! It’s great!” she exclaimed as she flicked the edge of my bikini bottom. She turned to Alex, “Alex, tell her she looks great.” Alex mumbled something that sounded vaguely positive, as he buried his face in Patricia’s tits, “Alex! Stop it!” she yelped. He just firmly put his hands around her ass and hoisted her onto his lap. Patricia turned away from him and leaned forward, whispering in my ear, “Thanks for inviting us, this is exactly what we needed to patch things up. We are seriously getting back in sync, or at least we were was this morning,” she chuckled. Suddenly, Alex pulled her in for another kiss. I grabbed my drink and left, that was all the PDA my body could handle.

I looked out and saw Elliot coming back with a plethora of people. Every single one of them looked like the rich, beautiful, people in movies. I froze. I suddenly felt incredibly out of place. Before I could hide, Elliot waved at me. I waved back. He ran up to me. He pointed at my drink.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Tequila Sunrise,” I answered.

“Gimme a swig,” he said as he grabbed my drink and downed it. Before I could say anything, “This is the girl I’ve been telling you about. This is my girlfriend Erica,” he said as he introducing me to everyone. I was bombarded by an avalanche of names, hugs, compliments and handles upon handles of booze. “And these are her good friends Alex and Patricia.” Elliot turned to introduce Alex and Patricia, only to see them dry humping each other on the bar stool. He grimaced. A few of his friends laughed. I offered a dry smile. This was going to be a long day.

***

After a few rounds of shots and a steady stream of Tequila Sunrises, I was finally relaxed around Elliot’s friends. They were all in the top 10% of New York City. One of them was a partner at an elite real estate company. The other was an international model. One was a socialite. The other was on Broadway. And so on and so forth. They all, thankfully, found my job interesting and wasted no time grilling me about my opinion of all the comics turned TV series and movies. I was doing surprisingly well. I was charming, smart and funny. I had eight new facebook friends in the first hour and by the second I was making coffee dates for the next two weeks.

Elliot could not have looked more pleased. As we all chatted in the hot tub he could barely keep his hands off me. Under the cover of the bubbles, he ran his hands between my thighs and over my ass. Every so often he would place quick kisses on my neck and shoulders. I could not wait to get him alone.

Unfortunately, I could tell that Alex and Patricia felt left out. Alex tried to initiate a game of ‘never have I ever’, only to get shut down and asked if he always resorted to high school antics to get laid. Patricia felt out of place discussing her day job as a server with a Broadway star. They eventually retreated into the house. I felt bad, but, I felt oddly at home with Elliot and his friends.

Eventually, the tequila took its toll and I had to go inside. I scampered to the guest bathroom. The door was slightly open so I just walked in only to see Alex and Patricia. She was topless, on her knees and sucking Alex’s cock.

I gasped. Suddenly, Alex looked right at me, his eyes were dark with lust. His eyes locked with mine. I couldn’t move. Unflinching, he buried his hands in her Patricia’s hair, pushed her mouth all the way down his cock and began to fuck her face. I heard her begin to moan and gag. He held my gaze as he pendik escort bit his bottom lip and smiled. My stomach began to tighten and I’m sure my nipples could cut glass. Finally his head craned back in ecstasy.

“Fuck!” he moaned. Once our eye contact was broken I could finally slam the door.

“Oh my God! Lock the door!” I yelled. I tried to calm myself down, but the damage was done. I was a horny mess. I Found another bathroom. Then I marched outside to find Elliot.

A I searched for Elliot was driven by lust and inspired by tequila. It was getting dark, the fire pit was going and the outdoor lanterns bathed everything in a warm light. People were dancing, drinking and a few couples had retreated to dark corners of the estate. The party was in full swing. I saw Elliot chatting with a red head at the bar. I made my way over to him.

When I got to the bar, I wrapped myself around him and pressed my breasts into his back. I whispered into his ear,

“Now.”

“Now, what?” he asked.

“From this morning. Now.” I swiveled him around on the bar stool and kissed him, snaking my tongue into his mouth. I grabbed his hand and, silently, he followed me. I began to pull him back towards the house only to see Alex and Patricia remerging. She was still adjusting her bikini top. Alex and I locked eyes for a moment. I glared at him. I pulled Elliot away from the house. My eyes began to scan for a non-occupied space. I pulled him back behind the pool house and out of sight.

I pushed him up against the side of the pool house and began to make out with him. I ran my hands over his body. I pulled his hips against mine. I began to wind my body up against his. My hands came to his crotch and began to rub him through his swimsuit. I had no idea what I was doing. I would never have sex in public, but I was just so horny I didn’t care. I turned around so I could grind my ass into his lap. I took one of his hands, pushed it down the front of my bikini bottom and eased his fingers into my pussy. I took the other and slid it under my bikini top.

“Whoa, whoa babe, slow down,” he whispered. His voice was breathy and low, he was obviously enjoying the attention I was giving him. However, he removed his hands from my tits and pussy, turned me around and pushed me off of him.

“Elliot,” I whined, already missing his hands and the warmth of his body against mine.

“Not here babe,” he whispered. He was looking at me like I was a spoiled child.

“I need it,” I begged. I began to kiss him again, shoving my tongue in his mouth. I heard him moan back. His hands came to my ass and squeezed. I lifted my leg up to wrap around his hip. I felt his hard cock begin to press against my pussy.

“Erica!” he shoved me off of him, “What has gotten into you?” I suddenly felt incredibly ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “I’m sorry, I just…I don’t know-“

“It’s ok,” he said, he pulled me in for a sweet soft kiss. I felt my body begin to ramp up again. I needed a release. And, judging by the fact that his cock was resting firmly against my stomach, so did he. “Not that I haven’t fantasied about doing that all day. Just, later ok? I promise.” I nodded as he held me. I heard his breath catch, like he was starting a thought, but he stopped.

“What?” I looked at him. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

“I can’t go back to the party like this,” he whispered.

I looked down. He was still hard. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but I was too wound up to say no. Wordlessly, I got down on my knees and pulled his swim trunks down. His cock sprung forward into my face. I wasted no time. I opened my mouth and pulled all of him deeply into me, pressing the head of his cock into my mouth as far as it could go. When my lips reached the base, I stared up at him, giving him the best doe eye innocent look I could muster. I was obviously a woman on a mission. “Holy shit, babe,” he hissed.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to cover it in spit. Then I began to suck him off in earnest. He gently put his hands on my head and coaxed me to take all of him deeper into my mouth. I did, easily. Maybe it was because I was so horny, maybe it was all the tequila, but, again, I found myself imagining Alex’s cock in my mouth instead. I wondered if it would even fit in my mouth, Patricia was gagging on it and she always bragged her deep throating skills. I imagined Alex filling my mouth, pressing against the back of my my throat. I moaned. Elliot’s grip on my head got harder. I brought a hand to his cock and began to slowly twist around the base in rhythm with my mouth. I took my other hand and began to play with my clit. I moaned again. Elliot’s hips began to buck into my mouth. I felt so powerful on my knees with Elliot at my mercy. A small part of me wanted to stop, wanted to delay his orgasm in revenge for all the times he had done it to me. But before I got the nerve to pull my mouth away, I heard,

“I’m cuming!” Elliot rus escort grunted. I kept going until I felt him begin to unload in my mouth. It began to milk his cock for every drop. If I wasn’t going to get release, I was going to make his unforgettable. My mouth began to fill with warm, salty, cum. I swallowed. I pulled his cock out of my mouth so he could see me lick him clean.

He looked down at me. His mouth was wide open. I continued to lick him until his cock went soft. I was hot. My skin was vibrating with lust. Elliot could have asked me to do any kinky, nasty, sexual favor and I would have said yes. Instead he grabbed my face, pulled me up and kissed me on the cheek.

“Remind me never to leave you Erica. Never. You just wait until tonight. I promise I’ll make you cum until you beg me to stop,” he whispered into my ear. He gently grabbed my hand and led me back to the party.

***

“Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching, in the night! Streetlights, people, livin’ just to find emotion, hidin’ somewhere in the night!” Elliot sang at the top of his lungs, while he and I stumbled with him back to our room. I couldn’t help myself, it was Journey.

“Workin’ hard to get my fill!” I joined in, “Everybody wants a thrill! Payin’ anything to roll the dice, just one more time!” We all had way too much tequila.

“Some will win! Some will lose! ” Alex and Patricia had joined in while they shared a joint behind us. “Some were born to sing the blues!” they crooned together, “Oh, the movie never ends. It goes on and on and on and on!”

With that we finally found ourselves in our respective rooms. Once Elliot and I got into ours, he sloppily pulled me with him down onto the bed and kissed me. He began to try to pull my bikini off me and his trunks off of himself, but he was painfully drunk.

“Shhit,” he mumbled. He looked down as his limp cock. “I shwear I’m so horny right now. Especially after you blew me,” he slurred. I wasn’t nearly as drunk as he was. I felt bad.

“Its ok,” I lied, “really, let’s just go to bed. There is always the morning.” He nodded in agreement. Then he passed out almost immediately. I undressed him and put some boxers and a shirt on him. I pulled on some underwear and a tank top. I curled up next to him, but I was wide awake. I heard muffled yells from Alex and Patricia’s room next door. At least they were having fun. I gradually eased myself into a light sleep.

***

I woke up moments later to a door slamming.

“Fuck you! You stupid fucking asshole!” I heard Patricia’s voice echoing in the hallway. Still pretty tipsy, I crawled out of bed. I propped my door open and craned my face out into the hallway. I saw Patricia storming out towards the front door. I stepped out and looked around only to see Alex standing in the doorway to the guest room behind me.

“What the fuck Alex?” I whispered.

“She’s a stupid fucking cunt!” he yelled.

“Fuck you!” Patricia’s voice echoed from somewhere in the house.

“Oh my God,” I walked to his door and and pushed him into his room, “Stop yelling in the hallway,” I whispered as I closed the door behind us. “You are going to wake up Elliot. He needs to sleep.”

“Does pretty boy need his beauty rest?” Alex mumbled sarcastically.

“What?”

“You bring me and Patricia here just to let these assholes walk all over us.” He was fucked up and angry. I began to try and talk him down.

“You guys are here as my guests. But you two decided to act immature all day and behave like whores. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the bathroom incident, that was disgusting.”

“Whore? That’s funny coming from you,” he scoffed.

“What?” I said, taken aback.

“Elliot had his hands all over you all day.”

“Elliot is my boyfriend.”

“That’s right. Boyfriend. How long have you been seeing him? A week? Two?”

“Alex…”

“You sit there on your fucking high horse preaching about no sex before relationships,” he stared.

“Oh please, Alex. I’ve been seeing him for over a month.”

“But what you really mean is no sex unless a guy blows a load a cash on you,” he continued, ignoring me.

“Alex, you are a guest in this house-“

“A load of cash for a load in your face!” he yelled, “Isn’t that right?”

“Excuse me?” I gasped.

“Everyone could see the grass embedded in your fucking knees and the satisfied look on that fuckers face when you two came back. Every guy knows that look. Tell me, were you enough of a lady to spit, or did he pay you enough to swallow?”

I slapped him. Hard. His cheek was bright red. He looked back at me, shocked and pissed. His eyes had gone cold.

“Fuck you,” I said. But that wasn’t enough. I slapped him again. Harder. “Fuck you!” I wound up to slap him again, but this time he caught my wrist. I reached my other arm back and he grabbed that one too.

“No, fuck you!” he yelled. We began to struggle. He pinned me, my arms over my head, against the wall. He pushed his body against mine. Suddenly I was aware that I was in nothing but boy shorts and a tank top, no bra. He was in nothing but his boxers. He smelled of sweat, salt water and sunscreen. I was so horny that the smell of him was beginning to get me wet. I felt his muscles tensing against my body to hold me in place. His eyes locked with mine as he whispered, harshly,

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