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Ethan stepped out of the elevator and looked down the hallway. He knew he had the right floor, but now he had to remember which room she lived in. Was it 419 or 491?

He started down the hallway to his right, checking the numbers on the doors as he went. The first door was 408. The next door, across the hall, was 409. Ethan continued down the hall, pretty sure Pam had said it was 419.

He rounded the corner and found 419, but he still wasn’t sure he had the right place. He cleared his throat and knocked anyway. He heard a woman’s faint voice from inside, but didn’t hear what she said.

A moment later, the door a small crack and a young lady, wearing a robe and a towel wrapped in a turban on her head, looked out at Ethan.

“Yeah?” she said, eyeing him cautiously.

“Is Donna here?” Ethan asked.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Ethan.”

She looked confused for a moment.

“Pam’s brother,” he continued.

Her eyes quickly lit up with recognition.

“Oh. Ok,” she said. She opened the door and let him in. “Donna. Someone here to see you.”

Ethan stepped inside and looked around the corner. Donna came toward him from around the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but silky panties and a short, cutoff t-shirt, her long, dark hair hanging down to her shoulders and over her eyes. As she walked, her breasts jiggled under the snug t-shirt. The sexy panties accented her slender waist and the sensuous curve of her hips. Her eyes lit up and she smiled.

“Ethan,” she cried, and ran into his arms.

Ethan wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

“You look fantastic,” he whispered in her ear.

He put his hands on her waist. Her skin was smoother than velvet.

“I missed you,” she said.

“You did?”

“Yes. Too much.” Donna looked at her roommate, standing behind him. “Ethan, this is Sue.”

“Hi,” he said. He held out his hand.

“How do you do?” Sue said, and shook his hand.

Donna grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the sofa.

“Come on. Sit down and talk to me.”

“You don’t have to be anywhere, do you?” Ethan said.

“No. I don’t have any classes on Wednesdays.”

He sat on the sofa and Donna sat on his lap. His hand dropped to her thigh and her hand dropped to his chest. She lowered her face to his and her hair draped over mecidiyeköy escort his head, hiding them under a dark tent of fine silk. She kissed him.

He held her hip in one hand, and reached up for her soft, round breast with his other. She arched her back as his hand slipped under her t-shirt and closed around her breast. Her nipples grew hard under his fingers. She moaned and met his tongue with her tongue in her open mouth.

Donna twisted and spread her legs over his lap, straddling his hips with her knees. Her warm crotch pressed against the hard lump in the front of his jeans.

Sue walked into the room, still wearing the robe, but without the towel around her head. She stopped and watched Donna and Ethan pawing each other on the sofa, right in front of the window.

“You guys could go to your room if you’re going to do that,” she said, her hand on her hip.

Donna looked back over her shoulder.

“Sorry,” she said.

Sue went to the kitchen shaking her head.

Donna looked down at Ethan through the mass of dark hair hanging in front of her face.

“I’ll show you my room. You’ll love it. It’s real cool.”

“Great.”

She climbed off his lap and walked in front of him down the hall. Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her gorgeous ass shaking in her snug panties as she walked. She opened the last door down the short hall.

“This is it,” she said.

Ethan went in and she closed the door behind them.

“This is great,” he said.

Her room was decorated like a psychedelic den. Florescent posters covered the walls and black lights hung over them. The doorway to the closet was covered by hanging beads, and the air smelled of powerful incense. Donna’s white tank top and panties glowed in a radioactive purple.

“Look at this,” Donna said.

She held out a small wooden box.

“I remember that,” Ethan said, carefully lifting the box from her hands.

He opened it and a soft, tinkling music sang from inside like a gentle summer rain.

“I can’t believe you still have this.”

“I’m never going to lose this. This was the sweetest thing anyone ever gave me.”

They looked at each other. The dim, purple light sparkled mysteriously in her eyes. They leaned toward each other with merter escort their eyes closed and kissed. He laid his hand across her ass. She sighed. He squeezed her firm flesh.

Donna slipped her hand into the waistband of his pants.

“Let’s get it on,” she whispered.

She led him to the bed and sat him on the edge. She stood in front of him, looking down at him through her hair. The tank top clung to her breasts and her hard nipples pointed through the thin fabric. Her breasts held the rest of the tank top away from her body. It draped down over her belly like a curtain concealing a secret surprise.

Ethan put his hands on her hips and felt her firm, warm flesh throbbing in his grip. He licked his lips. She straddled his knee and crouched to rub her pussy on his thigh. His cock stood out against his leg in his jeans. She stroked the hard ridge with the inside of her thigh.

He lifted the bottom edge of her tank top, stuck out his tongue, and licked her bellybutton. Donna flinched. She put her hands on his shoulders and ground her hips in a circle. He raised his leg a little to press it against her hot mound. She moaned and laid her head back.

“Oh yeah,” she sighed.

Ethan hooked his fingers over the waist of her panties and pulled them down. They slipped down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, lifting each delicate leg.

He put his hand between her legs and felt around the warm, dark area. His middle finger slipped into her wet pussy. She stood very still, holding her breath while he explored. Her legs were spread and she groaned when his strong finger pushed deeper and deeper, poking around her insides.

He pulled his finger out and stuck it in his mouth.

“Mmm. Bananas,” he said.

He laughed. Donna smirked and pushed him back. He laid back on the bed, laughing. She stood over him, her hands on her hips, one of her legs between his, with a look on her face like she was going to get him for that.

His cock stood up in the leg of his pants like the barrel of a cannon. It reached almost to his knee. She put her hand on it and rubbed. He leaned up on his elbows to watch. His legs trembled and his mouth hung open.

“God you’re so hard. My pussy’s so wet,” she said.

She had a sexy smile that mutlukent escort made her whole face glow. She unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them off. He raised his hips. She lifted each foot and pulled the jeans all the way off, throwing them across her room.

She crawled on top of him, straddling him. He ran his hands down her back to her ass. She ground her mound on his cock. She sat up and pulled off her t-shirt. He squeezed her boobs. She smiled, arching her back like a cat having its belly scratched. She opened his shirt a button at a time and squeezed his tight muscles, running her fingers over his shoulders, chest, stomach.

“I missed you,” he said.

“I know. How come you never called me?”

“I don’t know.”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock. Her boobs squeezed together between her arms.

“I missed your cock so much.”

It stood straight up between her thighs, rubbing the front of her panties. She pressed her warm mound to the hard shaft as she stroked it in her small hand, and the burning head touched her soft belly, just under her shirt.

“It’s so beautiful,” she said.

She touched the hole with her fingertip, grinning at him, her tongue stuck out between her teeth.

She crawled up the bed a little, her tits dangling just above his face, and gazed into his eyes as she lowered herself on him. His cock touched her lips and forced her pussy open and slid into her body.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. She pumped slowly, moving her hips up and down. “It’s so good to feel you inside me again,” she whispered.

He stared into her eyes. She stared back, with a happy smile. He held her hips in both hands, kneading her flesh as she rose and fell on his cock.

“I love your body. I love your cock, Ethan. I love what it does to me.”

He rolled her on her back and she squealed. She hooked her legs around him, smiling up at him, her arms out to the side on the bed like a graceful bird with her wings spread. He pulled his hips back and slammed into her as hard as he could, burying his cock so deep he thought it might never come out.

She groaned and wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight for the ride. She rocked with his deep plunges and grunted out loud each time he slammed his cock into her.

He was driving into her like a bull on a rampage. Donna’s eyes rolled closed and her breath was short. She thrashed, screaming, her body jerking and twisting under him. His come squirted into her and gushed out of her pussy along the sides of his cock and she nearly passed out.

“No one ever fucked me like that. No one fucks as good as you,” she said, panting.

She cuddled close to him and kissed his shoulder.

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I ran my fingers down my body, and into my already soaked pussy. We were already completely naked. A huge make out session got us both so hot. I laid back on the bed so that he would have a great shot of my cunt. Jay’s eyes widened, and his face lit up with excitement. He licked his lips. I slipped one finger into my wet cunt. I spread my legs further apart. I slipped another finger into my pussy, and worked it up and down. I moved faster and harder. Jay started to rub his growing cock. I put a 3rd finger into my pussy. I was working my cunt harder. I began to moan as I tilted my head back. My first orgasm was building up.

“Use this now.” Jay said. He was holding my large purple dildo. I grabbed it out of his hand and rammed in deep and hard into my pussy. I screamed in ecstasy. I turned it high on vibrate. I worked it faster and harder. I got hotter. I was on the verge of an orgasm. I moved the purple vibrator faster and faster into my hot cunt. “I-I’M CCCUUUMMMMMMINGGGG!!” I screamed out. Cum flowed out of my pussy. I pulled the dildo out of my pussy, and sucked off all the juices. Jay’s cock was rock hard by now. I crawled over to him.

I lightly kissed this tip of his cock. Then lightly wiggled my tongue around his head. I lightly kissed my way down his 9 inch cock. I made my way back up to the top of his cock., and slowly covered it with my mouth. Inch by inch I got closer to taking in his entire cock. He began to moan. I felt his pre-cum dribble into my mouth. His moan grew louder and louder. His moans made my pussy soaked all over again. With one hand I cupped his balls, and in the other in slipped 2 fingers into my pussy. I moved my mouth faster and faster over his enlarged cock. Cum came bursting out of his cock, and poured into my mouth. I took in every last drop as the rest of his orgasm subsided.

“Now it’s mine turn.” I said to Jay as I laid küçükçekmece escort back with my legs spread again. I ran my fingers along my pussy, and then put them into my mouth. “Yummy!” I looked deep into his eyes.

Jay leaned forward and kissed me around my thighs. My pussy began to tingle. It was burning and in desperate need for a tongue. I began to moan. He lightly pressed his lips up to my pussy lips. His lips were soft and felt great on my pussy. He parted my lips with his tongue. I let out a moan. My legs became slightly weak, and they began to shake. I rest my legs over his shoulder as he dug in face deeper into my hot cunt. My moans grew louder. He rapidly moved his tongue all over my pussy. Jay slipped 2 fingers into my pussy and he lapped up my juices. He moved his fingers faster and harder into my pussy. Another orgasm began to build up, and with in moment he had me cumming again. I let out a loud scream when I let loose of all my cum. He drank it all.

“I want you to sit on my face.” Jay said. He laid back, and I crawled up to his face, and lowered my pussy to his mouth.

“O-O-O-O–OH O-O-O-OH” I screamed. “Oh baby, that feels s-s-s-s-oooooo g-good.” I managed to get out. “OOOOH PLEASE BABY…DON’T STOP!!” I said in a high pitch scream. Within minutes I was cumming again. This orgasm hit harder than the last one. He grabbed my hips and pushed me deeper into his face. I was holding the head board of the bed to keep me down. Another 5 minutes passed and I was already having another orgasm. Then shortly after that I was having another one.

Finally my body shot off his face, and I collapsed onto the bed laying on my back with my legs spread. Jay crawled over, laid next to me and kissed me. I licked the remaining cum off his face. We laid for a few minutes to catch küçükyalı escort our breath. I rolled him over on his back and started to work his cock up again. It certainly didn’t take to long before I covered his entire cock with my mouth.

“I want to lick your cilt while you suck my cock.” Jay said. So I got up and settled my pussy over Jay’s mouth. As he went to town on my pussy, I lowered my mouth and took in his entire cock. He soon had me cumming once again. I worked my mouth over his cock faster and faster. And finally he let out a loud moan, and busted his load all over my face, barely getting any into my mouth. I took what I could, and wiped my face clean. I turned around facing Jay. I straddled over him, and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He smiled.

“Ride my cock baby.” Jay whispered.

I rubbed my pussy along his weakening cock. It began to stiffen again. Once I got it nice and hard, I slowly started to slide it into my awaiting pussy. I slowly rocked my hips back and fourth. I started to put a swing into my hips making a circular motion, my speed picked up. Little by little my speed picked up. Jay let out a long moan.

“OH FUCK ME HARDER BABY…FUCK ME HARDER!!” Jay let out almost screaming. I moved my pussy up and down over Jay 9 inch love stick. “OOOOH!! THAT’S IT BABY. RIDE IT FASTER!!” I rose my pussy up, and slammed it back down. I let out a loud scream. I was ready to cum at any moment. Mine and Jay’s moans echoed in the room. As I let out with a loud scream I came all over Jay’s cock.

Jay quickly threw me over on my back and pulled my legs up onto his shoulders. He them rammed his cock roughly in and out of my pussy. The harder he pounded my pussy the louder my scream was.

“HARDER!! HARDER!!” I demanded. I watched as his hard cock banged my tight pussy. maltepe escort I let out with yet another orgasmic scream. Jay keep pounding away until he let out a loud moan, and squirted his hot cum into my pussy. His cum filled my pussy. It was warm, and it felt so good as it flowed out of my pussy. I laid there out of breath. Jay crawled on top of me, and kissed me. This kiss was long and soft. It made me melt. But most of all it made my pussy moist once again. “I want to feel your hard cock in my pussy again. Please fuck me again baby. Give it to me again. And this time do it harder.”

“Suck me til I cum again in your mouth first.” he demanded.

So, I moved my mouth strait to his cock, and worked it up in no time. I roughly bobbed my head up and down. He began his moaning right away. It didn’t take me to long to get him to cum. He shoot his biggest load of the night right into my mouth, and I took it all.

“Mmmmm. That taste so good baby.” I said. “I want to try some more. But with a little 69 again.” he laughed. He pulled my pussy over his mouth again, and I leaned forward to suck him off again. He started to fuck me with his tongue once more. He made it feel even better than it had before. Almost so good that I could hardly concentrate on his delicious cock. At almost the exact same time, Jay and I came. We filled each other mouths full of sweet cum.

Jay’s cock fell limp. I laid back, legs spread wide. I told Jay’s to get his cock back up. As he worked it, I let my fingers play with my pussy. As Jay’s cock stood at attention again, I motioned for him to move toward me.

“Cum on over and see me Big Boy.” I said in a seductive voice. And with one pounce Jay was all over me. His cock pounded into me like a jackhammer in the sidewalk. He worked it hard and fast. I began to pull his hair a little. I pulled his face up to mine and gave him a hard long kiss. He moved his cock in and out faster and harder…harder and faster…faster and harder.

Jay was moaning extra loud. It was turning me on more. With one last moan he let his load loose in my pussy. Then just as he came, I let out my loudest scream, and my cum flowed out. We laid there completely out of breath. Our hot naked sweaty bodies still touching.

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My mind is running through all the questions that have piled up over the last day. Somehow, I pulled myself away from the computer long enough to accomplish my morning duties and get the kids off to school. Now, with the next few hours free, I find myself once again sitting in front of the computer. I opened the story, expecting to find more words to drive me wild, but instead find that he hasn’t updated anything more. I then switch gears to decide whether or not I will write something back.

I already did a little research online to find out how his computer linking program works. There is a folder on his desktop labeled “Sync.” Inside, there are multiple folders, one of which is labeled “stories.” That is where the story was saved. It is the only story there, and I wonder how many he was planning on writing. My plan, if I decide to go through with it, is to write my own story, and save it to this folder so that he will see it the next time he opens it. I haven’t been able to figure out what the story would entail, only that it really needs to catch his attention if I hope to get a response. I think of different ways I can write it, knowing it won’t be as good of a story as he wrote. As I ponder different scenarios, I find myself getting turned on again.

My cell phone vibrates and brings me back to reality. I glance at it, and my heart skips a beat to see that it’s him texting me, asking how things went last night and this morning. Now is my chance to tell him I found the story and try to get a feel for his reaction. I type “Uneventful night….until I found an interesting story on your computer. Then it was a GREAT night.” I don’t click send, I just sit there and stare at the words until I get too nervous and replace them with “Good…fell asleep early. Kids are good.” I hit send and immediately regret not being more assertive. He sends another text thanking me again and saying he’ll call tonight to touch base.

I know now that I must send him the best story I can possibly write. Quickly, my fingers fly over the keys and the words materialize on the screen before me. My heart races as the story comes together.

A Gift from the Nanny

The night is getting late and I hurry to finish my preparations for my boss before he gets home from work. The kids have long since fallen asleep. I finally finish arranging things in the bedroom and light the candles before changing into the special outfit I bought just for him. As I’m putting my other clothes away, I hear the garage door open and know that he’s home. The time has come; the moment I have been waiting for ever since I made the decision to stop being with him only in my fantasies. I have been dreaming of him for years now, imagining how he would take me in his arms and ravish me. Many a night when he’s working late, I end up on his bed touching myself. I masturbate almost every night I spend at his house and picture him every time I do it.

I hear the front door open and hear him take his shoes off and throw his jacket and briefcase over a chair. I am ready for him, waiting for what seems like hours for him to come upstairs and find me. I hear both doors open down the hall as he checks on the kids. My pulse quickens as I know any minute he’ll walk into his room and all my cards will be on the table. I stand in the bathroom, watching through a crack in the door as he walks up and stands in the doorway, shocked. He’s still trying to process the odd scene as I walk out of the bathroom and lean against the dresser. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he stares at me, taking it all in.

I stand before him and feel goose bumps run across my body. His eyes slowly move up my body, starting at my feet. I’m wearing black fishnet stockings that sharply contrast my light complexion. Further up my leg, he sees the bright pink garget belt and then the matching pleated mini skirt. The skirt is a lacey one that I bought after I couldn’t find one short enough for this mission. I altered it to make it shorter, so short it allows my panties to be seen from the back — If I wear them. Tonight however, I chose not to.

He doesn’t seem to move at all as he continues to take me in with his eyes. My arms are covered in fishnet sleeves that match my stockings. A lacey, pink push-up bra struggles to contain my breasts as they rise and fall with my quickened breathing. Around my neck is the necklace he bought for me last Christmas, the ruby sparkling in the candle light. Finally, he brings his eyes to mine. I have on dark eye-liner and a lipstick that matches the rest of my pink ensemble. My hair is up in a slightly spikey style; a way he has told me on multiple occasions that he likes.

He tears his eyes away from me as he looks and sees the two dozen candles lit around the room and the bottle of champagne next to the chocolate dipped strawberries on the bed. I move to the bed and pour two glasses while I watch him stand frozen kartal escort in the doorway. “Come over her and sit down, Mr. Wright” I say as seductively as I can manage. I feel like my voice cracked a little in my nervousness, and hope he didn’t notice. He moves toward the bed and takes a glass from my hand.

“You did all this for me?” he asks.

“Of course, Mr. Wright. I wanted to show you how special I think you are.” I answer. Usually he complains when I call him Mr. Wright and not John, but tonight I think it’s adding to the fantasy. “And I wanted to give myself to you in ways I have envisioned for a long time.” I push his glass to his lips and he tips it back to take a drink as I mimic his movements. As he lowers his glass, I take a strawberry and feed it to him. He bites tentatively at first, but then allows himself the sweet fruit. As I feed him the first one, I take a second one and lower it below my skirt.

When I raise it to his mouth, I can see a shimmering wetness on it. He hesitates this time, so I lean in and kiss him full on the lips. He doesn’t fight it at all. In fact, his tongue enters my mouth before mine has a chance to enter his. I pull away after our passionate kiss and once again offer him the strawberry that was between my sweet lips moments ago. With the first taste of my juices on the strawberry, he transforms into a different man. He devours the fruit and licks his lips as I rub another one up and down the length of my very wet pussy.

He slides his hand under my skirt and takes the strawberry from my hand, continuing to rub it up and down, coaxing my lips further apart as the chocolate begins to melt against my heat. Finally, he removes the strawberry and raises it to my lips instead of his. I seductively lick it with just the tip of my tongue; then take a bite. He comes in closer, and takes a bite out of the other side, tasting my sweet pussy juice.

Watching each other eat, I can feel the heat rising between us. I remove the rest of the strawberries and the champagne from the bed, too impatient to finish either one.

I sit him on the edge of the bed and kneel down in front of him. I unbutton his shirt and pull open the sides as I lay a gentle kiss on his abs, making his body twitch. “What would you like me to start with, sir?”

A shocked look crosses his face. “Whatever you want, I suppose.”

I slowly creep up the bed, rubbing my heaving breasts against his now exposed chest as I go. I kiss up his body, paying special attention to his nipples and his neck. I lick his ear before whispering, “There will be plenty of time for me to do what I want to do. But for now, I want to hear what you want. I want you to tell your nanny what to do.”

I pull away from his ear just in time to see the look of shock transform into a wide, school-boy grin. He has obviously never seen this side of me, and I can only hope that he’s dreamt of it. “In that case Jackie, I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock.”

I start to loosen his belt and unbutton his pants, never losing eye contact. “Whatever you say, Mr. Wright.” I am able to slide his pants out from under his ass, but decide to leave the boxers on. As I toss his pants to the side, I run a hand up his stomach and over his chest, admiring his body. When my hand returns back down his body, my nails leave five fine lines against his skin. I kiss his stomach as my hand reaches inside his boxers and for the first time, touches his cock. I was hoping it would be starting to get hard, but find instead that I must be doing better that I could ever have hoped to do. The cock in my hand is already rock hard.

I pull it out through the fly in his boxers and start to inspect it. This is the cock I have fantasized about for years, and it’s finally in my hand. It’s about as long as I had hoped, probably right around 7 inches, but much thicker than I imagined. Looking up at him and slowly stroking his cock, I say, “Is this all for me, Mr. Wright?”

He starts to answer as I pull it down toward my mouth, but falls silent as I lick up the length of it, starting down at his balls. When my tongue reaches the head of his cock, I run my nails up his stomach and chest before engulfing his cock fully. I can feel the tenseness in his muscles melt away as my mouth covers his cock. I realize I have never had a cock this thick in my mouth before, and I slowly slide it deeper and deeper, testing how much of it I can fit. When I’ve reached my limit, I slowly and sensuously move my head up and down on his cock, applying pressure with my lips and running my tongue around the sensitive tip. He runs his fingers through my hair, occasionally pushing down, although gently, on my head to take him deeper.

I allow him this little bit of control, knowing that later he won’t have much. One thought keeps circling through my mind as I feel his thick cock pulse in kaynarca escort my mouth, “I’m blowing my boss.” The thought seems to drive me wilder and I start to move my mouth more quickly up and down his cock, squeezing and massaging each of his balls. He moans loudly and thrusts his hips up toward me, forcing me to take him even deeper. I feel my gag reflex start to kick in, so I wrap my hand around him and stroke him while focusing my attention on the tip of his cock.

Still stroking him up and down, I pull my mouth off his cock. “I love feeling you throb in my mouth, Mr. Wright. mmmmm, you want to fuck my mouth, don’t you? You can if you promise to be a good boy and not go so deep.” I place his cock against my lips and he pushes it up into my face. I run my hands up and down his chest, occasionally squeezing and pinching his nipples, which makes him moan even louder.

I can feel every bump and vein in his rigid cock as it slides in and out of my mouth. For the first time, I notice how wet my pussy is and I slide a hand down my body and under my sexy little skirt. My fingers are instantly wet and I shiver as a bolt of electricity shoots from my pussy throughout my whole body. I massage myself now, pinching and rubbing my clit as he continues to fuck my mouth.

“Oh yeah, play with that tight little pussy for me” he says. Wanting to prove to him how well I’m doing, I raise my hand to his face and let him lick my juices. I quickly replace my left hand with my right, not wanting to go too long without feeling the amazing sensation. He licks and sucks on my fingers, savoring every bit of my sweetness on them. He starts to push his hips up toward me more quickly, starting to really fuck my mouth hard. I moan while I play with myself, and I know he can feel the vibrations on his cock. I realize I need to take control back from him before he explodes.

I pause from typing and read what I have written so far. I can’t believe how turned on I am by this story from my own imagination. I can feel the wetness growing in my panties, but more surprising is the heat I feel emanating from down there. It’s as if my pussy were being roasted over an open flame. I suppress the deep desire to touch myself, knowing I will have plenty of time for that later. I need to get this all out now while I’m inspired.

I do however start to squeeze my legs together, moving my thighs back and forth; a trick in learned in college that I used to use to stimulate myself during one of my more handsome professor’s lectures. I would usually rush back to my dorm room after his class and masturbate thinking about him in the nastiest of ways. One time I was even able to make myself cum right there in my seat while he was talking about the law of supply and demand. This trick has the desired effect on my pussy, sending repeating shockwaves to my most sensitive spots. I return my attention to the task at hand.

Pushing him back out of my mouth, I stand up and pull a blindfold out from between the mattress and box spring. He doesn’t have time to react before I slip it over his head, blocking out the light. “Now it’s my turn to do what I want.” I push him back a little farther on the bed and pull out the straps I had hidden that are tied to the bedposts. I quickly slide his arms and legs through each strap and pull them tight, covering each arm and leg with kisses as I go.

When he’s tied and stretched over the bed, I realize I never took his boxers off. I grab them and stretch open the fly until they rip apart and I throw them on the floor. I smile to myself as I stand back and look down on my boss; naked, blindfolded and tied to the bed. I take a quick moment to admire his body. For a busy businessman, his body looks as though he makes plenty of time for the gym. His abs tighten and loosen as he struggles to catch his breath. His strong arms and legs pull against his restraints, flexing every muscle in them. I gently scratch my nails up and down each arm and leg, teasing him slowly.

I stand up on the bed and walk forward, placing my feet right above his shoulders. I reach down and grab the headboard as I lower myself down onto him. I adjust my feet to a more comfortable position and end up holding my pussy in the air, only about a foot from his face. I slowly lower it more and once it’s about 6 inches away, he sticks out his tongue, signaling me that he can smell my sweetness. I lower my body now until his stretched out tongue is barely rubbing against my most sensitive of spots. I move my pussy back and forth now against his tongue, allowing him to scoop out drops of juice as he licks. I lower myself further onto his face until I no longer need to support my weight, just to steady it.

I move my dripping pussy against his face as he excitedly eats me. He pushes his face up into my dripping cunt as much as his restraints allow him to. I moan loudly kozyatağı escort as my pussy twitches, consumed by the attack of his tongue. I grind back and forth, sitting on his face with all my weight now, smothering him with my sweetest of treasures. I barely hear him moan and groan as he devours my pussy, but can definitely feel the vibrations against my clit. I lean back so I’m pushing against his face at an angle and reach behind myself to grab his cock. It twitches as soon as he feels my fingers wrap around it. I quickly stroke him up and down while his tongue dances around my throbbing clit.

I stand up over him and turn around so I can get better access to his beautiful cock. I place my knees on the bed over his out-stretched arms and again lower my pussy against his face, covering his head with my slutty little skirt. His tongue picks up right where it left off, flicking furiously over my clit and licking deeply into my wetness. I reach forward and stroke his cock, watching in fascination as the skin rolls up over the head. I start to bounce my body on the bed, pushing my soaked cunt harder against him, pinning him against the bed.

He starts to run his tongue in a repeating circle around the outside of my clit, and I know I won’t last much longer. My first orgasm of the day starts deep inside my body, tensing all my internal muscles until I can take no more. I allow myself to explode, grinding against his tongue as I feel my moisture intensify even more. It seems to last five minutes while I bounce on him until my clit is too sensitive and I have to dismount his face.

I lay alongside of him for a moment to catch my breath. “How did it feel to eat your nanny’s pussy and make her cum, Mr. Wright?” I grab his cock again, and slowly play with it.

“Amazing, how was it for you?”

“Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it,” I say. My pussy has stopped twitching now and I’m contemplating my next move.

“I had no idea you were such a sexual being,” he says, still licking the remnants of my juices from his lips.

“Oh, I can be more than that. I can be an absolutely dirty slut…” I pause. “…for the right person. Do you want me to be your little slut for the night, Mr. Wright?” Before he can answer, I take his cock again into my mouth, impressed by his thickness once again.

“Oh yeah” he softly whispers. I don’t know if he’s answering my question, or just enjoying the blowjob, but I’m going to assume it’s both. His cock hasn’t lost any of its rigidity, and may have even grown bigger since it was last in my mouth. I suck him for a moment longer and then pull him out of my mouth to position myself on top of him.

I sit on him, my pussy pinning his cock against his own stomach. I rub my pussy against his cock just as I had done against his face a minute ago. His cock feels incredible rubbing up and down the length of my cunt, and it doesn’t take long before it’s covered in my juices. I lean down and kiss my boss, tasting and smelling my own juices, not yet completely dry, on his face.

“I love being able to smell myself on my man.” I whisper to him. “It drives me wild.” I raise my body only slightly and reach down between us to aim his cock up between my legs. As I sit back down, allowing my pussy to slide over the head of his cock, I realize just how big he’s going to feel inside me. His mouth opens wide and he tilts his head back in pleasure as I allow him inside me another inch, and then two. I let go of his cock and brace myself against his chest as I struggle to fit him inside me. My body relaxes and finally, I’m sitting against his body, my pussy more filled than it’s ever been.

I sit still and delight in the feeling while I run my nails over his chest. I gently pinch his nipples, and when he shows me he likes it by moaning, I pinch harder. I have both of his nipples between my fingers when I start to move my pussy around, gyrating it on his cock. I start out only going in circles, afraid that if I rise at all off his body, I won’t be able to fit him inside me again. As I loosen and get used to his size, I slowly push my ass up off of him, and just as slowly drop it back down against him. Confident that I can now take him without too much adjustment, I lay my body against his, feeling the heat from his skin. I kiss his mouth again, still smelling myself on his lips. I reach behind my back, unclasping my bra. I slide it off my arms and allow my breasts to fall against his chest. I move my body against his, moving his cock in and out of my pussy, feeling myself spread open more than ever before.

As I write, my pussy is throbbing between my legs. I’ve already been able to make myself cum once just by grinding my thighs together, but I know my pussy demands much more direct attention. Just as I slide a hand down inside my panties, my phone rings on the desk and I’m so startled, I almost fall out of the chair. I look at the phone display and see that it’s him. I try to slow my heart rate before answering, but it doesn’t seem to work very well. I answer “Hi, Mr. Wright, how’s your trip?”

“Not bad, how are things around there?” His voice now really turns me on for some reason. I have already decided to allow myself this experience completely, so I slide my hand back down to my dripping pussy.

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Wear something sexy, but not slutty, he’d said, so I had. A high necked, dark blue, mid-thigh length silk dress, which, while not exactly figure-hugging, was tight enough to show off my curves. I’d paired it with shiny, mid-blue four-inch heeled shoes. Keeping with the theme, I had on a pair of French cut panties in a pale blue and a matching push up lacy bra. Not that my very pert and perky 34B size boobs needed any support, but then again, I didn’t want the girls swinging about freely, nor my nipples standing out. Bare legs as it’s a sultry August evening, and I’ve got a tan anyway.

The person I’d dressed to please, well, it was my pleasure as well. What girl doesn’t like dressing up, especially for a special occasion, was equally casually yet smartly dressed. A pair of black pants showed his perfectly formed and tight arse off to perfection. His pale blue cotton shirt was worn tie-less, a lightweight midnight blue jacket completed his outfit. We looked like an ideal pair as the taxi dropped us off at the restaurant.

Ray, my husband, at six-foot, is four inches taller than me, so we fit well together.

The restaurant is one of those places that you just wish to find. Small and intimate serving exquisite food by efficient but not over fawning staff. Lighting low enough to be romantic, but bright enough to actually see what you are eating. It’s one of our favourites and the perfect place to celebrate our third wedding anniversary.

We sat at ninety degrees to one another, not as I’d expected, facing one another. I’d been hoping to stare dreamily into Ray’s liquid brown eyes during the meal. But he had pulled up the chair to the side of me. The reason soon became clear. He was in full seduction and teasing mode. Whispering all sorts of compliments to me throughout the meal. How beautiful I looked. How sexy I was. How he was the luckiest man in the place to have me sitting with him; How much he loved me; How he would do anything in the world for me to make me happy. Plus some very naughty things about what he wanted to do to me later that night. Halfway through the main course, Ray’s hand crept onto my thigh, caressing it lightly. Then he delicately eased the hem of my dress higher and high, his fingers dancing on my bare skin. Then he teasingly left me alone. He’d excited me, getting me wondering if he was going to play with my pussy under the table. But no, he left me tantalisingly short of that daring delight.

The meal was as perfect as always, and the wine more than to our liking. We, well I, was chilled out and feeling very loving and romantic when we caught a taxi back home. I’d half expected Ray to be all over me on the drive home. Apart from a quick necking session, nothing. And Ray kept his hands well away from the parts of my body that excited both of us.

As we tumbled into the hallway, Ray took hold of my hand and lead me upstairs to our bedroom. At the top of the stairs, and just before he opened the bedroom door, Ray took out a blindfold and placed it over my eyes. Telling me to trust in him, that tonight was going to be special for us. I shivered in expectation. This was something new for use, then again we do like to experiment in the bedroom, and elsewhere.

As soon as we were in the bedroom, Ray began to kiss me. My arms wrapped lovingly around his neck as I pulled his face down to mine and responded with a long deep kiss of my own. Our tongues duelled and fought for dominance as we continued kissing like love-struck teens on a first date. Daring the other to be the first to break the kiss.

I eased Ray out of his jacket and managed to undo the buttons on his shirt, soon peeling it from his broad shoulders. Ray’s hands had been equally busy but in a different way. Roaming up and down my unprotesting body. Each touch of his strong hands as he teased my boobs from outside my dress was increasing my desire tenfold.

Ray broke away from me, and taking my hand, he led me to what I assumed was the centre of the room, then he stood behind me. His arms snaked around my waist as he buried his face in my neck, kissing and nuzzling my ear lobes. The swine knows how much that turns me on, and it worked. I was getting hotter by the second. His hand moved higher and cupped both of my boobs, squeezing them harder now.

The zipper on my dress made that unmistakable zizz as it was pulled lower and lower. As soon as I left it free enough, I shrugged the dress off my shoulders and let it slither down my body to pool on the floor. Ray helped me step out of it and flicked the clasp on my bra open, allowing my boobs to bounce free. Instantly the cool air touched them, my nipples hardened.

Surprisingly Ray didn’t touch my boobs, instead still nuzzling my neck, his hands went to the waistband of my panties and pushed them down, letting them slide down my toned thighs. I stepped out of them. I was naked and blindfolded. Ray eased my legs open and, taking hold of my hands, spread my arms wide. I was fully exposed. It was istanbul escort as if he was showing me off to an audience. Posing me. He held my arms wide away from my body. Maybe he was taking a photo, I thought, sometimes we do that and have even shot a video of us making love together.

Ray guided my faltering steps over to our super-king-sized bed and laid me on it before joining me and starting with the kissing again. We kissed for what seemed to me in my semi-deprived sensory state like ages. I felt Ray take hold of a hand and lift my arm over my head. Then he handcuffed my arm to the top of the bed. The other arm quickly followed, so now I was not only blindfolded and unable to see, I was also chained to my bed. I giggled, we’d not done that before, but then again, Ray had promised me something special tonight.

Back to kissing, God Ray was drawing the foreplay out tonight. Now he began to kiss his way down my body, taking plenty of time at my neck and shoulder. Before dragging his tongue lower and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Pow! I exploded. There is a direct hardwired link between my nipples and my pussy. I flooded instantly. Ray sucked and played with my boobs paying equal attention to each. Kissing or sucking on my by now very hard and prominent nips. Biting gently on them, making my pussy thrum with anticipation at what was surely still to come.

My body was writhing around already, legs opening and closing, pulling up and back or going straight out. By now, I’d have been rubbing my clit frantically, but of course, my hands were restrained. I realised I was completely at my husband’s mercy. He could do to me whatever he wanted to. Not that I had anything to worry about. We’re pretty adventurous in our role play, and I knew he would never do anything that would hurt me. More than I like that is. I don’t mind a little mild spanking. But in this position, I didn’t think that was what he had in mind.

At last, Ray’s mouth resumed its journey, southward down my body. Lips, kissing, teeth leaving delightfully little nips on my torso. I had expected him to now do what he loves and attack my pussy, but again he surprised me by kissing his way down and past it. Down my leg, and then back up. Across my lower belly. Blowing a zephyr of warm breath over my pussy as he crossed to the other leg, then kissed his way down and back up that one as well.

All the time, his hands were working my skin, dragging his nails slowly over it, but not quite scratching me. My sense of feeling was heightened by being unable to see or know what Ray was about to do next.

I sensed Ray was kneeling between my legs. He had to be staring at my, by now, sopping wet pussy. I was in an agony of longing for him to touch it. I had become vocal and was begging him to lick or kiss it. Ram his hand in it if he wanted to. Do anything as long as he touched the bloody thing! Ray chuckled softly to himself.

“Impatient, aren’t we.” Before I could answer, he placed his mouth over my pussy lips and kissed, at the same time slipping his tongue deep into me. I screamed, both in relief, and a foul obscenity at him, bringing another chuckle that sent vibrations into my pussy.

My legs scissored around Ray’s neck and pinned him in place. Although slim, my thighs are toned and very strong. My hands may be out of use, but my legs weren’t. There was no way Ray was getting free until he got me going enough so that my legs would open. Ray is very good at oral sex. Very, very good. I’d found that out when we were engaged. Although not inexperienced with sex, I was a virgin on my wedding night. I’d done lots of oral, with not only Ray but previous boyfriends as well. I’d been brutally honest with all of them from the first date. Full sex was off the table. Oral and things in between were fine. So Ray was the only man I had had full penetrative sex with.

Ray then went to town on my clit and pussy. I know they are in the same place and connected, but they respond differently and cause different reactions in me. He licked my pussy using slow deep strokes of his tongue, or he swirled it deep in my hole. His teeth mirrored what they’d done with my nipples and bit down gently, holding my clit in his mouth as his tongue flicked the sensitive end.

His fingers were now inside me, curled upward as he worked them in and out, catching on my spongy pad of my G-spot. I screamed and howled as an intense orgasm shot through me. I sensed my juices pouring out of me, covering Ray’s face. They had to, as his face was still planted hard against my pussy. I felt him lick and slurp my juices greedily up.

Usually, now we would switch to me doing oral on Ray, and I was desperate to get his cock into my mouth. God, then I’d tease him, punish him for tormenting me. This time was different, like a lot of things that night. Ray shifted position and instead of switching into a sixty-nine, I became aware that his cock was pushing kadıköy escort ever so slowly but with an unrelenting force into my pussy. He didn’t stop until every millimetre of his cock (it sounds bigger that way) was buried deep inside me. I squeezed my pussy on his shaft, held him tight, trying my best to deny him egress. A pinch on my nipples made me gasp and release him. Ray eased back just as slowly as he’d entered me. So far back, I thought he’d actually pulled out. Bam! Ray powered in as hard as he could, the force literally moving me up the bed. Once again, I screamed in delight.

Ray now found his rhythm, and it was fast and hard. The teasing foreplay was in stark contrast to the rough, hard fucking my husband then gave me. My legs wrapped themselves around his back as I forced my hips off the bed to meet his powerful thrusts. I was gasping and screaming and shouting. My breathing was ragged as I raced to another orgasm.

Ray’s hands were playing with my boobs, but mine were still trapped by the handcuffs, adding to my excitement and frustration. Usually, I love to run my nails down his back during rough sex.

I have no idea how long we kept up this hard, rough, yet surprisingly loving sex, but my body was covered in sweat, and I could feel Ray was the same. I was on the verge of yet another orgasm when I sensed Ray stiffen. His cock seemed to grow harder and bigger. It twitched as his cum surged along his throbbing shaft, exploded from the little slit I love to push my tongue into and coated the whole of my insides.

I bucked and screamed and thrashed about, my legs wrapping around, then releasing Ray as I came. I was still in the final throes of my orgasm when Ray pulled out. Generally, we stay together, then again nothing about this night was normal. I’d never been blindfolded or handcuffed to the bed before.

I felt Ray get off the bed and then back on again. Maybe he was simply changing positions. That was when a hard cock presented itself to my pussy and slid right inside me. What the hell? Who was that? Ray couldn’t have got hard again so quickly. I knew at once from the feel that this was a different cock. It felt different from my husbands, but whose was it?

I was about to scream when a hand went over my mouth as Ray whispered in my ear. “Enjoy your very special anniversary present, my love.” Then he kissed me.

The stranger’s cock began to pump away at me. At first, I tried to force it out, but I couldn’t. Gradually I accepted what was happening and began to fuck the stranger back. My husband was next to me on the bed. He knew what was happening. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.

That was when I became more aroused and stimulated than I’ve ever been before. I fucked back at the unknown man as I’ve never done before. My hips were grinding and gyrating against him. I arched my back and gave him a different position to fuck my pussy in. Ray kissed my nipples again. Causing me to get even higher. As I’ve said, there is a direct link to my pussy from them. The telegraph of sexual release was sent, and my pussy rippled on the unknown man’s cock.

He was cumming. I could sense the tension building remorselessly in him. His thrusts, whilst growing faster, were shorter and less controlled. Without warning, he ripped his cock from my pussy and forced it past my half-open lips, not stopping until it hit the entrance to my throat. Instinctively my lips sealed on the shaft, and I started to suck. He exploded in my mouth, a thick, sticky, warm rope of cum coating my mouth and tongue. The stranger didn’t pull his cock from my mouth until he had deposited every ounce of his cum in it, not that I would have let him. My lips were still sealed around his gradually softening shaft. If my hands had been free, I’d have had them on his arse, holding him to me.

Wow, what the hell is going on, I thought, as the man moved away. I felt the bed move again, and once more, Ray moved between my legs. But it wasn’t Ray. I third man had just joined the party. How did I know that? Well, my pussy was split by the biggest cock I could ever imagine. I know I’d only had two, but I’d sucked on enough to know this was a monster.

God, it was long and thick with it. I moaned as I felt it enter and stretch me to my fullest.

“Sarah, just go with it, sweetie. Go with the flow.” That is so our saying. Go with the flow. I had no choice.

“My God, it’s so big!”

“Relax, honey. Only another two or three inches to go, and it will be fully in.”

Another two or three inches, how long was this thing, I thought to myself?

“How big is it?”

“Only nine inches.”

Nine inches, that’s pornstar big. I’ve never even seen anything as big as that. Ray’s about six, so that’s fifty per cent longer.

I felt myself spreading as the monster cock slid into me, I didn’t think I’d be able to take such a length, and it was thick too. Somehow I managed to kağıthane escort accommodate it. I felt more filled than I’ve ever down in my life. Then it started the in and out movement. Fortunately, the man who was the owner of this monster dick didn’t hammer into me. His technique was long and slow. Well, it had to be long, didn’t it?

I was aware of every fraction of an inch as it began to pull back, allowing my pussy to contract, then back in again. The friction along my pussy walls was incredible. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t do anything but lay back and enjoy being penetrated so deeply. There was no pain, just this incredible feeling of being stretched and filled, then an emptiness taking over as my pussy emptied of thick throbbing cock.

It was so intense, even more so when Ray and the other unknown man sucked on my boobs, taking one each. The man licked and flicked my nipple gently with his tongue. Ray was more forceful, biting the soft swelling underside. I was in heaven. Three men were taking me on a journey I could never have expected, and I didn’t even know who two of them were.

Suddenly I felt an emptiness where my pussy had been so full. The monster cock was now presented to my mouth. I allowed it entry, taking the bulbous head past my lips and then holding it there. As experienced and happy to do oral as I was, there was no way I could get any more into my mouth.

Now was the time to show my expertise. I rolled my tongue teasingly around the head, then concentrated on the underside of the glans, flicking my tongue from side to side. The man groaned and came without warning. My mouth was filled for the second time that evening with a stranger’s cum. Thick, tangy and plenty-full. Once again, I swallowed every drop I was gifted.

I lay back exhausted, pussy throbbing, boobs and nipples sticky and sensitive, mouth with the aftertaste of cum in it. I was still blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed. Wondering what was going to happen next.

I was frightened now. Were there more men going to be involved. Would they want me in other ways? Would they want me altogether, not one at a time? Could I take any more?

Then relief, as I sensed that the men were leaving, and this was confirmed a short while later when Ray released me. Hugging me into his arms. I clung to him in shock. He must have arranged this, but it was so out there I couldn’t believe that he had. He knew he was the only man I’d ever had full sex with, and now I’d had no choice but to have it with two unknown men. I was in shock.

“How do you feel?” Ray asked me. I looked at him as if he was stupid.

“How do I feel? I’ve just been fucked by two strangers that you seem to have set up somehow, and one of them had the biggest cock I’ve ever heard of.” Ray grinned at me.

“I feel like a slut. Totally used. And I feel as sexy as hell.”

“You know we’ve been talking about spicing things up a bit, maybe bringing somebody into the mix. You’ve said you feel as though you’ve missed out by not going all the way with men when you were single. I knew you’d never do anything about it. So I decided to take a risk and set something up. You know your favourite porn is one woman and a couple of men. So I thought, as it’s our third wedding anniversary, why not get two other men to join in.”

“Thank God it wasn’t our fifth.” Ray smiled and laughed, the relief on his face, plainly evident. We had been talking about possibly swinging, and he was right. I would have baulked at it if I’d had a choice.

“Who were the other two guys? Not totally strangers, and not professionals, I hope.” I needed to know.

“I’m not telling you, but you do know them. We know them both, not intimately, well not until now, that is. But, they are in our circle.”

“You’re not going to tell me who the two men I’ve just had sex with are? So every time we go out, there’s a chance one of the men will know he’s had sex with me, and I won’t know who he is?”

“Yep, that was one of the conditions, complete anonymity for them.”

“So they’ve seen me naked. I suppose that was why you were posing me at the start and screwed me and cum in my mouth, and you’re not going to tell me who they were.

“Sorry, love. That’s the way it has to be.” As he said that, Ray took me in his arms, stroking my hair and cuddled me most tenderly and lovingly possible.

The next morning was full of silent embarrassment between us. I couldn’t process the way I felt. Ray is not sure if he’d gone too far. I felt like a slut, as if I’d been used. I felt as if Ray had pimped me out to his friends. Yet, at the same time, I felt incredibly excited about what had occurred. I knew the men had enjoyed the sex they’d had with me. That boosted my self-esteem beyond reason. They had enjoyed having sex with me, the way I had responded to them. If I’m truthful, I’d been excited by the unknown of what was going to happen next. I’d also known that I had the safety blanket of Ray being there with me, deep down certain that he would have never let things get out of hand.

Ray was sheepish over the next few days. We hadn’t tried to discuss things overly, preferring to let each of us have the time to come to terms with what had happened. Secure in the knowledge that our marriage wouldn’t be under any stress from it. Changed yes but not used stressed.

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Seeing that Alyssa had gotten out of their before I woke up backed up a lot of my fears. Had I taken advantage of this girl?

Sure, she wanted it. No doubt. You can’t be “forced” into doing something with as much ferver as she did. But see, that’s beside the point. What I figure is that she had a crush on me, and with the help of cheap Kool-Aid wine, she acted on it. People don’t do things they don’t *want* to do when they’re drunk. They don’t magically turn into crazed fucking machines, sucking off whatever neighbor happens to be home. They do things that they want to do, but lack the courage to do sober. Alyssa wanted to suck me off, drunk or not.

But should I have been man enough to not let her do it? And more importantly, would the sober Alyssa be angry at me for letting her? I had to find out. I tossed on a robe and headed over to her apartment.

My stomach sank, as her roommate answered the door. Girl’s tend to be very protective of their friends, and I really didn’t wanna get chewed out by Blondie here.

“You must be Ellis,” she said, shaking my hand. It was much friendlier than I’d expected, and I knew that she wasn’t going to chew me out. She smiled slyly. She knew what happened, and I think she was glad.

Her name was Chrissie. I’d seen her around at a few parties before. She was your standard slutty, Californian blond, with a petite frame and a wild glint in her big, blue eyes. Ordinarilly, she would have been more my type. But on that day, I was more concerned with the mousy Jewish girl sitting at the table behind her.

I could see Alyssa tense up when Chrissie ushered me in.. But Chrissie smiled a sly smile and said she’d leave us alone. She had class to go to. She said goodbye to Alyssa, told us to be good and sauntered out the door.

Alyssa got up, nervously and met me in the kitchen. She’d showered since she left my place, as her hair smelled like shampoo. She wore a pair of short flannel shorts and a tight, white tank-top. The outfit wasn’t much, but it accentuated all the right curves.

“H-h-hello, Ellis,” she said nervously.

“Hi” I smiled and stepped closer to her.

“Look,” haramidere escort she said, playing with her hands, “I’m sorry about last night. I had a bit too much to drink and I shouldn’tve barged in on you like that.”

“Don’t be sorry. Do you regret it?”

“No… er, yes. Well, I regret that I came on to you like that and that you had to take pity on me, when you coulda been out with other girls…”

I cut her off. “I didn’t take pity on you. I wanted you.”

”You did?” she asked, somewhat surprised.

“I still do.” A mild gasp escaped her lips, but no words. This girl had a great potential to be a wild, sexual being. And I could tell from the look in her eye, she wanted to become that person. I stepped forward and took her into my arms. My erection poked through the robe and pressed against her stomach. I kissed her soft lips, as I felt her cool little hand grasping my stiff cock. My hands began roaming her back and she slowly jerked my cock. Her body felt so tight and alive. So warm beneath my hands. I caressed her meaty silk thighs as she panted in my ear and nibbled on the earlobe. I pushed her back into the cabinet, shoving my tongue further down her stomach. She let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck. My robe came undone and I wrapped her legs around my waist, lifting her slightly off the ground. We dry humped frantically—my naked cock grinding against her flannel-covered privates. Sweat poured down our faces and she moaned into my mouth.

“Fuck me,” she groaned. I wondered briefly if she was a virgin, but I figured she couldn’t be if she was so willing. I set her down on the ground, in front of the cabinet. I peeled her tight flannel shorts and thin cotton panties down her legs and tossed them into the corner. I reached between her legs and was surprised to find her pussy was soaking wet. I cupped her buttocks and lifted her towards me. She spread her legs instinctively, and wrapped her arms around my neck She gasped and I grunted as my cock slid into her cunt. Her legs hooked around my back and she held me tight, içerenköy escort her cotton-covered tits pressed against my chest and began fucking her against the counter. I thrust firmly and quickly into her, and she yelped and moaned into my ear. We sweated profusely, as our bodies slapped against each other.

We eventually lost our footing, standing like that, and slid onto the floor. I rolled her onto her back and fucked her hard against the cold, hard linoleum. She stretched her arms out and laid flat, as I drove my cock into her. Her sweat-soaked shirt was translucent and her meaty breasts and erect nipples were clearly visible. The thin white tank-top stuck to her skin and had ridden up until her smooth belly was visible, a layer of sweat glistening in the florescent kitchen light..

She leaned forward and began sucking my nipples, as I fucked her. Her little tongue swirled around my left nip, and I could feel her teeth lightly grazing it. She reached down with her other hand, and began diddling her clit. She moaned loudly into my chest, and I could feel my balls starting to rumble. I pushed her back against the ground and kissed her passionately on the lips. I thrust into her, hard, a couple more times, before I erupted in orgasm. She continued to finger her clit as I came, and an orgasm hit her moments later. We lay there, our sweaty bodies sticking to the linoleum for several moments. She reached up and peeled off her shirt, and her big breasts flopped into view. I shirked my robe and lay down beside her, idly playing with her left nipple.

“That was wonderful,” she said. Her sweaty leg rested across mine, as she rolled onto her stomach and looked me in the eye.

“Yeah, it was,” I said. “You’re amazing. Where’d you learn to fuck like that?” I was very curious. She fucked like she was an old pro, like she was this hardcore cock-slut. But she didn’t hold herself like one or give off the vibe of being a girl who’d ever seen a boy naked, let alone fucked like that in their kitchen.

“Oh you know,” she said, playing with my nipple, “here and there.” innovia escort

“So you have fucked before?”

“Oh sure. Lots of times.”

“I had no idea you’d be so talented.”

She seemed genuinely surprised to find out she was good at sex.

“How many guys have you slept with?”

“Oh just two, besides you. And nobody as good as you, either.”

“Tell me about them,” I said, my right hand massaging her buttocks. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. She started off hesitantly, unsure of where to begin. But after some prodding on my part she finally got going. The first boy’s name was Jeff. He was 20, and he took her cherry by force in the front seat of his dad’s beat-up truck. He was a faded high school football jock, that had drank himself out of college and into a lucrative career at McDonald’s, where he met Alyssa. They screwed off and on after that, mostly quick fucks in his car or the occasional blowjob or hand job in the store room at work. But he got fired for stealing when Alyssa turned 16 and she never really saw him after that. At 17, Alyssa fucked her best friend, Erik. Erik was a heavy-set German kid she’d befriended a few years prior and he never got a lot of attention from other girls. He wasn’t attractive to her, but she felt bad for him and she was terribly curious to try sex again. For the next couple years, she used Erik as a guinea pig to try out sex stuff she read about and heard from friends. He was okay, but she usually did all the work. They stopped when Erik’s family moved back to Germany.

“I wanted you when I first saw you, but I was too scared to talk to you. Chrissie kept goading me on to hit on you, but I was sure you wouldn’t be interested. I mean, you have girls over all the time. Girls ten times more attractive than me. Finally, Chrissie got me drunk and pushed over to your door. And the rest is history.”

“Well, I’m glad she did. I figured you for a goodie-goodie who was gonna wait until marriage, not the hot slut I’ve got in my arms right now.”

“Oh no. I’m no goodie-goodie. I love sex too much for that.”

I chuckled and assured her that I was very happy for that fact. My skin squeaked against the linoleum as I shifted my weight, and I realized how dirty I was.

“Ugh,” I groaned, “I think I need to shower.”

”I was just thinking I needed to take another one,” she said in a husky voice, “You wanna join me?” Of -course, I agreed and we groggily stood up and headed nude down the hall to the bathroom.

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Chapter 24

Katie’s Submission

Phil Dorman sat on the couch in his living room, watching his favorite Saturday Morning Talk Show. The obese man was chewing on a cheese burrito, the hot sauce running all over his pudgy hands and dripping onto his stained shirt as he stared at the TV screen in front of him. The sound was muted. Dorman didn’t really care too much about the guests or stories, his sole interest lay in the blonde female co-host as he would constantly fantasize about her long sexy legs and revealing cleavages. The old geezer moved his stained fingers to his crotch, stroking the outline of his fat cock through his shorts. Grinning, he leaned forward and took a swig of beer from his can.

Just as the fat man was envisioning the buxom moderator unbuttoning her shirt and flashing her huge creamy tits, the sound of his wife Maureen’s voice snapped him out of his fantasy as it echoed through the corridor.

“Oh look, Sweetie” she called “looks like the new neighbors are here”.

“Damn it!” the old man cursed as he let go of his growing erection and put down his food. “What am I supposed to do about it?” he growled under his breath as he turned off the TV, wiped his hands on his trousers and got up from the couch, slowly limping his way to the front door.

His wife was standing on the porch, looking across the lawn as he came up behind her. A moving van was parked in the driveway next door. Dorman adjusted his thick glasses as a young couple emerged from the van and started walking in their direction. They seemed to be in their late twenties or early thirties and were smiling and waving at them.

“Hello, we’re the Jacksons!” the young man exclaimed as they approached the porch. He briskly extended his hand. “So nice to meet you! I’m Fred and this is my wife Katie!”

He was tall and handsome with a friendly face but Phil hardly took any notice of him for all his attention was drawn to one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. For all he could tell, she had the looks of a supermodel with sparkling hazel eyes, her gorgeous features splattered with tiny freckles and framed by soft brown hair which was held up by Ray Ban sunglasses. She was wearing skin tight grey leggings along with a light blue tank top and sneakers. The breathtaking woman gave them a wonderfully sexy smile, flashing her perfect white teeth as they all shook hands.

“How do you do” Phil mumbled grumpily, absentmindedly reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes. His fat fingers nervously fumbled with the pack as he hastily pulled it out. Slipping from his grasp, it fell to the ground in front of him.

“Oops!” the young wife laughed as she quickly crouched down to pick up the cigarettes that lay strewn around his naked feet. Phil peered down over his huge belly at the hot woman as she picked up the items. For a brief moment her head was just at his crotch level and he instantly envisioned the sexy young wife sucking his fat prick. Katie smiled as she looked up at him with her beautiful hazel eyes. The obese man felt his cock grow at the sight of her looking up at him on her knees

“There you go” she said as she slowly got back up to her feet and handed him the cigarettes.

The ugly old man took a deep breath as he looked at her. In his dirty mind, his fat cock was lined up against her perfect lips, blasting thick ropes of cum across her freckled face as he splashed her pretty features with his seed.

“Come on then, honey! We’ve still got a lot to do!” Fred smiled as he playfully put his arm around his wife’s small waist. “You’ll have to come over and visit us once we’ve settled in” he exclaimed as the married couple turned to leave.

His bloated mouth half open, Dorman stared at the sexy woman’s buttocks as the couple made its way back down the yard. Her perfect, luscious cheeks were highlighted by the skin-tight pants, her ass swaying seductively as the old man watched her walk away.

‘Damn, that bitch is hot!’ he thought to himself as he felt the blood shoot into his groin. Coughing up a phlegm, he turned and followed his wife back into the house. The ugly geezer frowned as he realized that even if the hot beauty weren’t happily married, she was way out of his league under any circumstances.

Yet he instantly knew that he would be spending a lot of his future time staring out of the window or peering through the fence just in order to get a good look at his sexy new neighbor.

10 years later…

Katie Jackson stood naked at the bathroom counter, brushing her soft brown hair to a perfect sheen while she admired her flawless body in the mirror. Smiling with satisfaction, she picked up a flacon of her favorite perfume, spraying some of it between her perfect round breasts, on her inner thighs and on her delicate, swan-like neck.

Katie’s husband Fred walked into the bathroom and came up behind his hard bodied wife. He had already gotten dressed but the business meeting he was going to be attending in just an hour was the last thing gebze escort on his mind as he stood behind his sexy spouse and stared in awe at her naked body. Putting his hands on her hips, he gently pressed his groin into her firm buttocks. Katie could feel her husband’s hard cock as it rubbed against her perfect ass.

“I want you so bad,” he whispered into her ear.

Mrs. Jackson’s knees weakened as her husband wrapped his arms around her bare waist and pulled her closer.

“Just real quick. I promise it won’t take long” he whispered as he kissed her neck passionately.

The hot wife grabbed his arm and tried to pry it away from her bare body.

“Not now, sweetie” she huffed as she turned to face her husband. She had a knot in her throat and her stomach cramped as she caught sight of the disappointed expression on his face.

“Please!” Fred begged, his eyes glowing with lust.

“Just a blowjob?” he suggested as he reached down and started to undo his belt, “Please baby, it’s been so long!”

“Honey, don’t you have a meeting this morning?” Katie laughed, desperately trying to change the subject as she leaned forward, rising to tiptoes and kissing his chin, “maybe tonight if we have time. I have to get ready for dance and yoga class.”

She stepped back from her husband and looked into the mirror, admiring her naked figure as Fred watched in agony.

“You have been such a tease lately” he said, frowning “What’s the point of you going to those classes to get that hard body if you aren’t going to use it?”

The loving husband was frustrated. He and Katie had not had any sex at all during the last few weeks. Fred partially blamed his wife’s full schedule for her decreasing interest in him. Since winning the “Mrs. America” beauty pageant, Katie would regularly attend interviews, photo shootings or promotion events, she was frequently asked for autographs and it seemed like everyone wanted a piece of her. While he felt some pride in his wife’s newly found celebrity status, it did make it more difficult for the married couple to spend time together .

Having their old neighbor Phil Dorman living in the basement didn’t help matters either and Fred wondered if his wife’s decreasing sex drive had anything to do with the presence of their new house guest. Perhaps Katie was feeling self-conscious with the ugly, obese man being around all the time.

Sensing his discontent, Mrs. Jackson stared into the eyes of her loving husband, “You want me to do well on the show, don’t you?”

“Of course I do” Fred stammered as he felt his cock strain in his pants “But..”

“But…you should probably get to your meeting” Katie replied as she looked back into the mirror at her hard body. Studying her beautiful face, the sexy naked woman started to apply a thin layer of lipstick.

Fred shook his head as he opened the bathroom door, storming out and slamming it shut.

Putting down the lipstick as she steadied herself against the counter, Katie exhaled deeply, feeling nauseous.

It had been two weeks since her encounter with Phil Dorman in the basement. She had done things she never thought she would do. The sexy mother felt her pussy twitch as she remembered the old man drowning her face in his thick seed and how he had instructed her to not wash herself, which she had inexplicably done without question.

The ugly neighbor had smiled knowingly at the kitchen table the next morning when she had told Fred that her appearance had to do with had to with an allergic reaction to a new facial cream she had tried. Thankfully, her husband hadn’t paid much attention to the thick-crusted white layers on her cheeks and forehead. Sitting next to her unsuspecting spouse while her face was still covered with the old neighbor’s sperm had made her feel incredibly slutty yet just the thought of it turned her on beyond belief. In the past few weeks, Phil’s raspy voice constantly kept echoing in Katie’s ears as she pondered on her neighbor’s instruction to not allow her husband to touch her. Though it felt wrong and though she was ashamed of her feelings, the sexy wife knew deep down that she would eventually succumb to her ever-growing lust for the old man’s huge cock and consequently found herself following his outrageous demand.

Hoping that the obese pervert would fuck her on a daily basis from now on, she had obediently denied Fred any sexual favors. Though she felt sorry for her spouse, her growing lust towards the ugly neighbor seemed to supersede whatever guilt she might have felt. Besides, though she hated to admit it to herself, the nasty thoughts of teasing her husband only to deny him her body, excited her.

Much to her disappointment though, Phil hadn’t paid the sexy mother the attention she craved. Worst of all, he had not let her touch his beautiful cock. Occasionally he would leave in the morning, throwing Katie into fits of jealousy as she imagined him fucking other women or maybe even visiting her former göztepe escort boss Sheila.

At times the hot mother felt like a love-struck teenager, with a constant mix of jealousy, anger, insecurity and lust filling her mind. At night she would lie awake in bed, fantasizing about sneaking down to Phil’s room while Fred was sleeping.

Two days ago, she had brought herself off as she fingered her wet pussy next to her snoozing husband while she pictured herself licking the old man’s ass again. Katie felt that if her fat neighbor didn’t fuck her again soon, she would go crazy.

Taking a deep breath, the naked wife walked out into the bedroom and pulled on her thong and tight black yoga pants. She paused as she stared at the stain in the crotch that Phil had left after he had shot a huge load of spunk up her ass weeks ago. Katie had felt his cum seeping out of her during the entire class and by the time she was home, her crotch was a mess with a mix of her own juices and the old neighbor’s semen.

The hot wife licked her lips as her fingers trailed over the crusted patch. Though she had washed the pants several times, the stains of their combined effluences somehow seemed non-erasable, a constant remembrance of her adultery.

Katie slipped on her black sports bra and couldn’t help but notice how hard her nipples and breasts had become. She sat on the edge of the bed, putting on her ankle socks and tennis shoes before slowly walking down the stairs. Her hazel eyes narrowed as she stared into the empty kitchen and her heart sank. Fred had obviously left for work already but it wasn’t her husband she was worried about. “Damn it! Where is he?” she muttered under her breath.

The hot mother exhaled deeply as she stepped over to the counter and softly bumped her luscious hips on the kitchen sink in sexual frustration. A deep cough behind her snapped her out of her reverie. She turned her head as Phil’s flabby, hunched figure appeared in the doorway.

“Morning Freckles!” the old neighbor grinned.

The ugly man was wearing baggy shorts along with an ill-fitting button down shirt that was wrinkled and looked to be from the late 1980’s. It did nothing to hide his obese, out-of shape body. He wore his slip-on sandals, his yellowish toe nails sticking out grotesquely. Clearing his throat, he scratched his crotch as his puffy eyes took in the sight of the gorgeous beauty queen in her tight pants, looking immaculate as ever.

Katie blushed as she saw him rubbing his genitals over his stained shorts.

“Coffee?” she asked as she quickly turned back to the counter, trying to appear nonchalant. She didn’t want to give the disgusting old man the pleasure of knowing how much she wanted him.

“No thanks. I’d better be off” he said, coughing as he walked towards the front door, unlocking it.

The hot wife glared at him, an incredulous expression on her beautiful freckled face, “Where the hell are you going?”

“Visiting my friends” he said quickly, a smirk on his face “Like I do every morning”

Katie’s mouth opened but no words escaped.

Phil squinted his eyes behind his glasses. “Did you need something?”

The hot mother folded her arms across her chest. She felt that she had put up with the old man’s indifferent behavior long enough.

“Friends?” she huffed, feeling her face grow red “Like Sheila?”

Phil closed the front door and turned his attention back to the sexy wife, his eyes wandering all over her spectacular body “Have you got a problem with that?”

Katie walked over to the door, blocking his exit. “What would your probation officer say? I’m sure you shouldn’t be fraternizing with her”. The hot wife extended her finger, poking the fat geezer in the chest, “Maybe it’s time he found out!”

Phil couldn’t help but laugh. “Freckles, are you trying to blackmail me?” he cried.

Katie was taken aback by what she had just said as she lowered her gaze “I’m just saying you should be mindful of the people around you.”

“I really appreciate your concern for my well-being” the old man laughed as he reached for the door handle “but I’m afraid I have an appointment. Anything else?”.

Katie hesitated. “I…I did what you told me to” she said softly, squirming slightly as she pouted her lips.

Phil raised his eyebrows as a change came over his expression. He leaned in closer to the beautiful woman.

“No sex at all?” he inquired, a yellow toothed grin erupting on his face.

“Not even a touch” Katie whispered, biting her bottom lip “Nothing at all”.

“That’s a good little slut! Saving herself for me” Phil growled menacingly as he took another step towards her “Did he try?”

“Yes,” the sexy wife conceded. It hurt her heart yet at the same time the admission felt strangely arousing.

Mrs. Jackson continued to stare at the obese man. She didn’t understand the feelings erupting inside of her. She was incredibly horny but it wasn’t just the thought halkalı escort of his cock entering her. It was the way he made her feel. The old, disgusting neighbor made her feel dirty and slutty which she undeniably loved. The thought of the things that he did to her, excited her beyond belief.

During the past few weeks, Phil had hardly paid her any attention and Katie had had enough of being ignored. The horny wife had made up her mind. She knew exactly what she wanted.

Slowly, she took a step towards the obese man, feeling her nipples extend behind her tight sports bra. Seductively looking into Phil’s bloodshot blue eyes, her arms wrapped around his sweaty neck as she rubbed her body enticingly into his without saying a word.

The sexy beauty pursed her lips as she leaned in and locked them onto the old man’s. Moaning softly, she moved her head sideways as her tongue plunged inside his mouth. The taste of cigarettes and foul spit was overwhelming yet she continued to kiss him deeply.

Phil was taken by surprise by his hot neighbor’s sudden aggressiveness. Her perfume attacked his senses. His fat arms clumsily circled her hard body, his pudgy hands cupping the cheeks of her ass. Katie purred and moaned as she grinded her crotch into the hardness of his growing cock while his hands kept roughly kneading her sexy behind. The hot wife opened her mouth even more, feeling Phil’s obvious bulge between them as her long painted fingernails scratched at his face and neck.

After a minute or so, the old man suddenly broke the wet kiss and eased out of her grasp. ” Well, I’d better go” he said, grinning as he pried himself loose and stepped away from the stunning wife.

Katie’s cheeks were flushed with anger, her hazel eyes glowing. Abruptly she stepped back, trembling as she tried to keep her emotions under control. “Damn it Phil!” she exclaimed, overflowing with sexual frustration “What do you want?”

The small, ugly man stepped closer to the trembling wife with a devilish grin on his face.

“I want you to say it, Freckles” he grunted “Tell me exactly what you want!”

Katie looked down at the fat neighbor’s crotch, the outline of his mammoth prick now clearly visible as it came halfway down his thigh. Slowly, she looked up at his face as their eyes locked. The hot mother bit her bottom lip. The tension was nearly unbearable.

“I want you to fuck me,” she finally whispered.

Phil grinned at the hard bodied wife. “Louder!” he growled.

“I want you to fuck me,” Katie repeated boldly, her eyes wandering to the old man’s groin again “I want your cock! Is that what you want me to say?”

“Say it again,” Phil muttered.

“I want it,” Katie cleared her voice as she stepped forward again and reached out for the prominent bulge in his shorts, which seemed to twitch at her touch “I want your cock”.

The old man grabbed ahold of the beauty queen’s soft hair and yanked her head back, causing Katie to involuntarily moan.

“You’ll do anything I want?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll do anything you want. Just fuck me!” the hot wife whispered, closing her eyes.

“Very well then” the old man grinned as he let go of her, turned and walked back to the living room where he sat down on the sofa, “I want you to dance for me. Seduce me like the slut you are, Mrs. Jackson!”

Slowly, Katie followed him into the living room. The thought of performing a sultry dance for her disgusting neighbor excited her beyond measure. Her body tingled with excitement and she immediately felt her pussy spasm, causing her juices to flow. The hot wife quickly walked over to the window and closed the blinds as the old man nestled himself in the family couch, stroking his crotch in anticipation. Katie went over to the sound system in the cabinet and dimmed the lights considerably. The seductive sound of Nora Jones’ voice filled the room as it rang from the speakers.

Katie Jackson stood in front of the disgusting houseguest, unsure of what to do. She was fully dressed yet for some reason she already felt naked. Her yoga pants clung to her shapely ass and legs perfectly, she was wearing her ankle socks and low cut tennis shoes. Her sports bra made her breasts look like two perfect firm apples. Her hair was down and her makeup was perfectly applied. Phil’s eyes followed the beautiful woman’s curves back up to her face, which was perfectly framed by sparkling diamond earrings. Her wedding ring glowed on her finger.

Exhaling, Katie stepped back and dropped her hands to her sides as she began to sway with the music. Her hands slowly crept up her body, along her shoulders and up her neck until her fingers reached into her hair. She closed her eyes and then turned slowly around, swaying her hips. With her back to Phil, she lowered her hands to her knees and squatted ever so slightly. The suggestive manner caused the old man eyes to widen. The sexy wife turned to face him again, still swaying slightly.

Katie stepped forward in front of the obese houseguest and swayed her small hips from side to side. The longer she danced in front of her fat neighbor, the more turned on she became. Dropping her hands to her sides, she brought her fingers ever so slowly up over her sports bra. Winking and smiling at Phil, she rolled the tip of her tongue over her upper lip and closed her eyes as she clasped her breasts.

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A/N:Thanks for reading. This is the first of many stories about my life working in the retail tuxedo business and the amazing sex that comes with sexy men in suits.

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It was in the process of evening closing that Tyler made a move on me. I just finished the register count and was packing my things when he came around and wrapped his arms around my side and front.

“You promised me a dance and I have yet to receive it.” He whispered in my ear. His sweet lips where on my neck.

“Well some one is normally trashed by the time I get my dancing feet on.” I stood still trapped in his arms.

“Tonight in the club, you are dancing with me.” He kissed my neck again, now nibbling.

This was my coworker, and the guy I replaced in management. The same guy I had to prove I was better than, more responsible and mature. This was the same guy that the school girl in me had the hots for.

She won this round.

I gasped at his nibbles and leaned back ageist him. “we are going to miss the show if we stay here to long.” His other arm moved around me, pulling closer. He kissed my neck more.

“I like the show here better.” He pressed closer and looked down my shirt. “Promise me,” he whispered sincerely and softly, “Promise me that if you have to pour me into the car tonight that instead of the bed you will lay me on the couch. You deserve to sleep in a bed.” He nuzzled gently behind my ear.

“Tyler. Let. Go.” I spoke slowly, drugged by this blonde’s effect on me. I turned in his arms to face him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. “Off.” And he listened, slowly removing his hands from my back, over my sides and hips.

I returned to gathering my work and went back to cleaning. When he stated vacuuming I felt more relaxed. As I signed my names and codes on the final envelope that he handed me my bag. I switched tops right in front of him, as he did for me. A stretchy black tank top slipped over my shoulders and stuck to my breasts and hips. Tyler had a red button down shirt half removed as I turned around. His tanned skin gleaming in the low lights in the back room. He slipped a white undershirt over those amazing abs, wash bored stomach, and bony hips. He slipped a skin tight undershirt over it next, leaving it open. I pulled my hair out of the bun I normally wore it in and shock it out. After a few shakes and head bangs I left my hair alone.

He pulled his car up, taking his time as I locked the doors.

“I’m driving to..” He spoke as I sat next to him, his car happened to be a classic dark blue firebird. We pulled out the top T-bird windows. As we drove he put his arm around me. We blared the music, drove a hot car and I leaned into him enjoying the cool night.

When we arrived I found my group and got myself a beer. My beloved Aeryn, a transgender friend, was the first to say something.

“Tyler keeps looking at you.” Aeryn wrapped my arms around hir waist and I kissed and nuzzled into hir warm chest.

“Lets give him something to look at.” I ran my fingers over hir warm sides and back. Another of our group, Brandyn, came to us. He nodded towards Tyler down the bar downing another shot. We all sighed and Brandyn joined the cuddle fest. My hand slipped up Aeryn’s shirt, running my nails over hir back. S/he gasped and nibbled on my ear.

And then the song came on. An older song from my youth, Tyler looked cevizli escort up at me among the warm bodies among my friends. He rose from his seat never taking his eyes off of me, then he took my hand. Slowly I dug myself from the warmth, rubbing all along Aeryn. Tyler backed me out on the dance floor and I let the beat take me away. Tyler matched my movements moving closer to me at every beat. His hands found my hips and I danced around his perfect body. Soon we were inches apart, his hands uniting our bodies, sweat poring and mixing together, our cloths sticking to our bodies. I lost myself to his hands roaming my hips and back, but most of all I lost ,myself to his blue eyes.

We danced for a few songs till he motioned for a drink. Brandyn took his place on the floor with me. With him I let out my inner slut dancing, bumping and grinding with him. Sometimes he would let a boy dance between us. I love my gay friend.

Soon the techno started pumping and beloved Aeryn started dancing with me. The smell of hir skin was intoxicating as we danced, as was the feel of hir soft flesh on the chest, bony hips, and the long legs. We pressed closer and my head nuzzled into hir neck. Hir mouth found my ear. We danced and rubbed ageist one another for awhile, then we kissed again, like most club nights. After a few long kisses I motioned for a drink. We lead each other off the floor wrapped in each other.

I had another beer, Tyler and Brandyn smoked, and Aeryn labeled the gay and straight guys at the club. Each of us split for awhile, I hit the floor again, done drinking for the night.

Random guys would pull me to them and I danced with them, enjoying the mood. Tyler found me and pulled me closer than any of the other guys, my back ageist his fine abs, his arms around my waist. We changed positions multiple times likes killed lovers. Finally he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to him, as I arched back he sank his lips and mouth into my shoulder, his hands held my breast while his other pinned my waist. I cried out as he bit along my neck, then my check, and finally he kissed my lips with such force. I could taste the amount of alcohol he had consumed, but I kissed him back putting the months of frustration he had caused me, the wetness he caused in my body. As he needed the kiss I turned and started another. But then I herd the bile rise, tasted a hint, I yanked him to the men’s room. I could hear him and chuckled.

“Guys,” I came up to my friends. “He’s made goal four for fourth time in a row this week.” Aeryn kissed me again and Brandyn hugged. Tyler stumbled out to use, paid the tab for all of us, and we left. I drove with the top down through a thick misty rain. Tyler was trashed as ever, singing off key, making me pull over, but I got us to his apartment safe. I didn’t bother calling my room mates to keep the lights on, it was 2 am, they gave up at one I’m sure. I laid Tyler down on the bed and he started screaming.

“NO!’ He pulled me hard beside him on the bed. “You are not sleeping on my couch.” He angrily me ageist him.

“I am not sleeping with you!” I passed off of him.

“then help me find the couch.” I dragged him across the studio apartment to his couch. He curled under the blanket and sniffed the pillow. “Smells like you, it’s because you are here so much.” he mumbled as he erenköy escort closed his eyes.

I kissed his forehead and whispered in his ear softly “Sleep”. I went to the bed and curled up under the blankets, my head resting on his pillows. I snagged and found myself happy that they smelled like Tyler, it felt as if wrapped up in arms.

I awoke to the sound of running water. Rolling over I saw the bathroom light through the cracks of the door. I rolled back over to look at the clock, 4 Am, I had two hours of nice sleep. The door opened and I looked over to see Tyler emerging in just a towel.

“Your awake, are you sober?” I asked as he neared me. He smiled devilishly and knelt at the edge of the bed. “I’m still sleepy..” The towel was slipping off.

“Then roll back over and sleep.” He curled up beside me, resting his arm over me. “I’m sleepy too.” I closed my eyes and didn’t move at all. Tyler snuggled up-close, wrapping the blanket around us. I drifted off again into a warm sleep as Tyler caressed my sides.

I awoke some time later with Tyler fast asleep beside me. It was half asleep and rolled over to cuddle him more. Kissing my forehead he held me close. He smelled so good and I lay there drowning in his sent.

“I fell icky..” I nuzzled him. “I’m going to borrow the shower.” He kissed me softly and let go of me.

I took a warm shower and cleaned my teeth. I had a bag of toiletries there because this crashing over this was normal, sharing his bed wasn’t. As I exited the bathroom he was awake, the towel wrapped around his hips again. I was also had a towel wrapped around my body, tightly wrapped at the chest and fell to my upper thigh.

“Feel better?” He asked walking towards me. His blue eyes taking in every inch of my damp body. I stepped back as he stalked closer, but I backed into a wall now. Slowly he pressed his body ageist mine, closer than when we were dancing.

“Tyler we..” I begin, but his fingers stopped my words.

“I got a job at South Park. I we won’t be working together much anymore.” He raised my chin and face up and kissed me. Surprisingly it was a soft kiss. He pressed me gently ageist the wall, making the kiss last as long as possible. When I thought I was dead he ended it, but before I could say a word he hushed me and kissed my neck. All I could do was gasp. I slowly put my arms ageist his neck and he pushed me up ageist the wall. Then he let me down gently and kissed me again. I returned the kiss this time, pressing my body along his. When the kiss stopped he pressed me ageist the wall again and let my towel drop to the floor. My hands moved his. Together we stood naked.

“Damn..” We said in unison. With a laugh we threw ourselves at each other, kissing and grabbing. We made it to the bed lying side by side, hands finding places to touch that made each other gasp. We rolled around awhile till he pinned me down. We looked at one another and saw the same look in each others eyes. We kissed and fire works seemed to be going off in each other heads. Still kissing he reached under the bed and pulled out a foil wrapped condom.

“Yes?” he asked with a playful smirk.

:Yes!” I answered kissing him with a peck. He wrapped himself and loomed over me. I went to help but he shock his head.

“You get to relax this round. Next time we esenyurt escort ill have even more fun.” without even trying he found me and filled me. It felt wonderful to be filled by him, he started slow, pushing and sliding into me. Then he pushed to the end of me, grunting he pushed harder, leaving me gasping. He raised me a bit by my hips and pumped in and out. His long torso flexed all the way down into me roughly. I let myself be a slave to him as I felt an incredible warmth spread through my body. And then I felt the energy at the bottom of my spine as he pierced it rapidly. Both our eyes grew wide and he fell down to me, kissing me deeply as our desires exploded into a fire of rubbing, slamming and fucking. We screamed and moaned each others names, till he bit my neck. We both came with a scream.

As the last flicker of my orgasm started, the deep tingling pulsated and Tyler moaned my name.

“Alexis,” he breathed as his body was still wrapped around mine. “Damn this is new..”

“It’s called a full body orgasm.” I whispered in his ear. “Enjoy it for awhile, I’m ready for round two soon.” And I nibbled. He squirmed and moaned, I gasped. Our bodies rocking gently ageist one another, Kissing my neck he pulled out.

“I dig you, incase you haven’t noticed.” He nuzzled my neck softly. “And I’d like this to be a regular thing.” I smiled at him. “The Sleeping with you, not the drunk throwing up thing.”

“yeah, I’ll think about it.” I giggled. I rolled over and kissed his spine and neck. “Let’s sleep. I open in 4 hours.” He pulled me close with a smile. Then kissed me sweetly. We fell asleep curled up in a single ball.

At 9:30 Am I was at the store. We had sex several more times that morning. Both putting our skills to good use. It was fun! I opened, recovering my screw ups caused by Tyler’s distraction. My customers came and fluted with me, I returned their laughs and playful touches.

At 11 my boss came in.

“So did he tell you?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah he mumbled it in his sleep.” He started laughing and wouldn’t tell me why. I spent most of the rest of the day like normal, maybe a little extra pip in my step. maybe a little more fluting with my customers. By mid day my assistant boss came in. He looked at our boss with a smile.

“Tyler tell you yet?”

“No, he mumbled it in his sleep.” I was hoping that we were talking about his transfer to the other store. Both my bosses smiled at each other.

Around 7 pm Tyler greeted me as I was clocking out. I was tired and didn’t want to hit day 5 of clubbing. “Hi.” I looked at him confused on how I should greet him.

“Hey.” He answered wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close.

“So he did tell you.” Boss asked. Tyler kissed my check softly.

“I did tell her.” He smiled and held me close now, laying a kiss on my forehead.

“Guys! Greg and David would have us all fired!” I tried to pull away. “I am exhausted, their will be no clubbing tonight. No five for five.” Tyler let me go chucking.

“Hurry up and clock out so I can kiss you.” I leaned away and hit the clock out button, Then Tyler pulled me close again, wrapped all around me again, a second skin of sorts. We kissed in front of our bosses, a soft sensual meeting of lips.

“About time!” Our assistant manger clapped his hands on our shoulders. “For a year we’ve herd Alexis go on and on, and ever since you returned Tyler we’ve seen your looks.”

“No clubbing, dinner, just you and me.” Tyler hugged me.

“I don’t have to open, you do tomorrow. Bar and you are so being the sober one tonight.”

As we left our bosses laughed at us. Maybe this was a one time relationship, but I don’t care. I deserve a little fun, right?

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When I opened my eyes a few second later, all I saw was a bald cunt, framed by lacy pink garters, lowering itself down onto my face. I reached out and slid my hands up Kimmie’s legs, feeling the smooth nylon of her stockings. I grabbed her ass, pulled her pussy to me and began feasting. She writhed on me, causing me to use every ounce of strength I had left to keep her locked onto my mouth.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Your tongue feels so good on my cunt. Where did you learn to do that?”

I tried to say something clever, but it came out mumbled as my mouth was full of her smooth flesh.

“Shut up and eat me out!” she screamed. “Oh god, I’m so close…so close…so close…AHHHHHH!”

I knew she was almost there and slid an index finger quickly into her to get it wet. I pulled it back and positioned it right at her back door.

“Yes, you dirty little fuck! Stick your finger in my asshole when I come.”

I did as asked and she blasted off onto another planet. Honestly, I was a little worried that the hotel management was going to be knocking at our door any minute telling us to quiet down. However I was very intrigued at the mouth on this nasty little whore and was enjoying every minute of her dirty talk.

As Kimmie came down from her orgasm, she slid next to me and kissed me full on the lips. etiler escort I enjoyed a girl who didn’t mind kissing a guy whose face was covered in her juices. I sucked hard on her tongue stud, the same one that had brought me to my own orgasm a few minutes ago.

“You really like the tongue stud, don’t you?” she asked.

“I’ve always wanted to come on one, so that was a dream come true,” I stated. “Maybe we can see a repeat performance.”

“Maybe, stud. But first you have to live out your promise from downstairs…I want the next load all over my pretty little face.

With that, I realized that my cock had regained full strength and was rearing to go. Kimmie rolled onto her back as I positioned myself between her legs. She spread her legs as wide open as they’d go, revealing her glistening snatch. I stroked my cock a few times, rubbed it up and down her slit and then, with one thrust, impaled her.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” I groaned, feeling her pussy grip my throbbing cock. With that, I grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs apart, and began to drive myself in and out of her.

Kimmie was in ecstasy in this point and started writhing around. Her ample breasts freed themselves from the pink satin merrywidow, allowing me to see perfect eve gelen escort eraser-sized nipples topping very light areola. Wanting to taste them, I pushed her legs back until her strappy heels were inches away from her ears. I continued to fuck her while devouring her gorgeous tits.

My little fuck doll started fingering herself again as I slowed my thrusts down, primarily to enjoy the view of this hottie taking all eight inches of my throbbing cock, but also to keep myself from coming again so soon.

She broke the intense silence, “I bet Jasmine is getting fucked in the ass by Jason right now.” Her eyes were closed imagining it, I think.

A few seconds later she asked, “have you ever had anal before, baby?” I shook my head.

“Me neither, but Jasmine keeps telling me how great it is and I’m intrigued. My head nearly exploded when I came with your finger in my ass. I’m thinking that your dick would be even hotter.”

“What do you think,” she asked?

“Seriously,” I responded? “I’m buried in the shaved pussy of a gorgeous blonde sorority girl wearing nothing but pink lingerie and heels and you think that I might say no to fucking you in the ass?”

Kimmie laughed and pulled herself off my cock, quickly spinning around and fatih escort taking its length in her mouth. She gave me another incredible blow job before turning around and propping herself up on her hands and knees. I positioned myself behind her, grabbed her tiny waist, and positioned the head of my dick just inside her fleshy lips to re-lubricate it. I pulled it back and slid it in to her ass, eliciting a moan from both of us.

“Holy shit, that feels good,” she said under her breath. After a few strokes, I bottomed out and began to slowly pump it in and out of her ass. The only sounds in the room were the squeaking of the bed and that of my balls slapping against her ass. Kimmie started rubbing her perfectly manicured fingers over her pussy, causing her to let out a long, slow purr.

I picked up the pace, feeling another orgasm building down below. Moments later, Kimmie exploded, causing her ass to tighten just a bit. I couldn’t hold back and told her, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Spray it on my face you fucking stud!” she responded. I pulled my dick out of her ass and slowly stroked it while Kimmie spun around, got off the bed and kneeled down in front of me. The pink merrywidow she was wearing had slid down just a bit, revealing her incredible tits and pushing them up and together. I couldn’t believe the gorgeous sight in front of me and released my load all over her face. After what seemed like minutes, my cock stopped pulsing and I looked down, very impressed with my handiwork.

Kimmie smiled and said, “Jasmine was right about letting you fuck my ass. That was incredible!”

*

Stay tuned for Part IV, when Kimmie invites me to visit her at work.

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Friday and Saturday’s events were fresh on my mind as I woke up next to Courtney Sunday morning. It was such a phenomenon to me – seeing my beautiful, angelic fiancée sleeping peacefully next to me, looking as innocent as could be, but at the same time knowing how slutty she had been the last couple of days, swallowing mine and our landlord’s loads and even fucking her while she sucked his dick. Thinking of this of course made me unbearably hard, and so I put my arm around her as we spooned to pull her closer, gently nuzzling her neck to wake her up. As she started to wake, I grabbed her hip and rubbed up and down her thigh, moving closer to her pussy. She gradually became more awake and as horny as me, her pussy becoming wetter. I kissed her from her neck down to her sensitive nipples, then down her tight stomach and to her pussy where she gladly welcomed me with open legs and a gasp as my tongue flicked against her pussy and tasted her sweet wetness. She moaned as I lapped at her pussy, grabbing her perfect breasts and pinching her nipples. Her hand moved to my wrist and gripped it hard and she arched her back and let out one last loud moan before shuddering into a blissful orgasm.

“Mmm that was a good morning,” she purred.

I moved back up to lay next to her and gave her a kiss, and she moved down to return the favor for me, eagerly taking my cock into her mouth and taking it all the way to the base. After only a couple times taking my whole length, I erupted down her throat, of course with the help of again envisioning the previous night’s events of her sucking Chris’ big fat cock while I fucked her from behind.

“Yes it is a good morning!” I joked. Courtney moved up and we cuddled in bed, sharing the post-orgasm relaxation. “I woke up hornier than usual,” I informed my fiancée.

“Yeah I could tell, you got me going pretty fast too. Last night was pretty crazy, huh?”

“I sure was a surprise waking up to you and Chris. Not a bad surprise though,” I confessed. “It got me really hard, and that was really hot fucking you while you sucked him.”

“Mmmm I liked it too. A lot. It was hot being filled from both ends. I never thought this would turn me on so much but it does.”

“Believe me, me either!” I exclaimed. “I thought you’d be repulsed by Chris. I mean, he’s not exactly in the best shape or the best looking.”

“I know. He’s fat. A lot older than me. And just sloppy. But something about that makes it naughtier and turns me on more,” Courtney admitted.

“I think I know what you mean. This whole scenario is so forbidden that it turns me on even more. And knowing that he must love being with such a young, gorgeous, sexy girl like you,” I complimented her. “He’s probably never been with anyone like you, and especially now with him being all old and fat.”

“Thanks baby. Yeah something about it just makes me horny. I feel like I should be repulsed, but I don’t know. He’s bossy and I like that, and his cock. Oh my god, I’ve never seen one that big! I never would have expected that on him!”

“Haha I still don’t know how you get it down your throat, he’s like twice my size.”

“I just try to concentrate on making him feel good,” she explained, which sent a surge through my dick and got me thinking.

“I wonder why he’s not here now. I thought he’d be here when we woke up, or I’d wake up to you two like last night.”

“Maybe he’s busy?”

“Yeah, maybe… Why don’t you go down to his room and see if he’s there?”

“You really want me to?” she asked me.

“Yeah” I said with a dry throat. “Do you want to?”

“Mhmm,” she purred. I reached down to her pussy and could feel her pussy still soaking wet. Obviously she did want to.

“Get dressed and then let me know how it goes whenever you get back,” I told her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be waiting here.”

With that, I watched as my beautiful blonde fiancée got dressed for the day. She quickly threw on some yoga pants and a top and straightened her hair before putting it into a ponytail. She told me she’d be right back and gave me a kiss before heading out the door. I lay in bed, wondering if Chris was even home or not. After waiting five minutes and Courtney not returning, I figured he must be home and wanted the company. My mind was racing just imagining what was happening, and I started to jerk off picturing Courtney on her knees for our landlord. I blew my load on my stomach, and then waited for her to return. I waited for about 15 more minutes until I drifted back to sleep.

I woke up when I heard the sound of our door closing, and Courtney walked in the room. Her hair was disheveled and her mascara was a little smeared. I looked at the clock and she had been gone for about two hours, which was much longer than I had thought she’d be gone. Courtney removed her clothes as she got closer to the bed, revealing bite marks over her perfect tanned breasts, and red hand prints on her ass. She got in bed next to me under the covers and immediately began kissing me. bostancı escort

“I need fucked hard, baby,” she begged.

“Mmmm tell me what happened,” I ordered her.

“I knocked on his door and he was surprised to see me there, but he welcomed me in. He asked what I needed and I just started taking off my clothes and got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his sweatpants and started sucking his huge dick. It was pretty hot surprising him like that and I could feel my pussy getting wet.” Courtney started stroking my hardening dick while she continued. “I gave him head for about 15 minutes before he pulled out and came all over my face and tits, and they were covered. I don’t know how he cums so much. I asked him if he liked the surprise and he said he loved it, and I started to get my clothes to leave and come back to you, but he told me to stay. He had me fix him breakfast and clean up around his place naked, and then had me give him head again while he did some work and talked on the phone with some potential renters. In between doing work, he’d occasionally slap my ass really hard, or pull me up and suck on my titties and finger me. I was so horny that I orgasmed when he started fingering me and he kept calling me dirty names and made me keep sucking him. After he came the second time, in my mouth, he said I could leave because he was going out, but he’d stop in later. Oh yeah, he also asked if you had work and I told him that you do at 6pm, and he said he’d probably be stopping in sometime around then. I’m excited, his cock is so big and he cums so much. I can’t get enough of it. Now fuck me baby, I REALLY need it!”

Needless to say, I was rock hard by this point, and she climbed on top of me and easily impaled herself on my dick. Apparently recounting her story made her incredibly horny as well as she was soaking wet and was able to take it all in one stroke. She rode my dick with such enthusiasm that, coupled with her retelling of what happened earlier, I came in just five minutes, even though I had already cum twice before. I embarrassedly apologized, and made it up to her by flipping her on her back and eating her out until she came with a violent orgasm.

We relaxed the rest of the day until I had to get ready for work. I kissed her goodbye and told her to have fun, knowing Chris would be stopping over shortly. Work again seemed to take forever, and I eagerly rushed back to the apartment when I clocked out. Chris and Courtney were both on the couch naked, playing cards and taking shots of liquor. They both seemed to be in good spirits and greeted me as I came in.

“Come join us, James!” Chris offered. Before I couldn’t stand him, and he always seemed so morose, but he was cheerful as of late, and I can guess why. He was a lot more likable now though; he didn’t just scowl when passing in the hallways, and we’d actually greet each other. I joined them and we half-heartedly played poker, focusing more on drinking and conversing. It did seem a little strange, my fiancée and my much older landlord sitting comfortably naked next to each other, as if it was normal. But the alcohol loosened me up too, and we were all having a good time. Chris shared some stories of horrible tenants he’s had in the past, which actually made me understand where he was coming from when he first gave us the ultimatum. I saw Chris in a different light, and we got along, which I thought wouldn’t ever happened. Courtney must have really sparked a fire in him and brightened him up.

“You know James, Courtney told me that it was your idea for her to come down and surprise me this morning. So, er..thanks.”

It sure was a change hearing Chris use manners. “Yeah, I figured you’d like that. And she was pretty horny this morning so I knew she’d enjoy it too,” I explained, glancing over to Courtney who blushed.

By 1am, we were all pretty drunk and slurring our words. I was surprised Court had stayed up this late and gotten so drunk since she had class in the morning, but I didn’t want to ruin a good night by bringing it up. Chris, still sitting next to Courtney, grabbed her breast and told me, “You’re a lucky guy James. You got a sexy slut for a girlfriend.”

“She’s been real slutty lately, haven’t you babe?” I directed toward her.

Courtney was drunker than both of us and just nodded with her eyes closed and her head leaned back. “Mmmmmhhmmmm. I loooovee taking care of my mennn,” she slurred. Without being directed, she grabbed Chris’ big cock and started stroking it to hardness. I got up and walked in front of her and offered my dick to her mouth, which she greedily accepted. I could see her pussy glistening with wetness so I got behind her on the couch and had her arch her ass up. Chris scooted back on the couch and lay back. I sank deep into her wet pussy and she moaned then started bobbing up and down on Chris’ fat dick.

I fucked her like that for about 20 minutes, eventually cumming inside her right as she büyükçekmece escort had her orgasm. Chris still had yet to cum, and in my post-orgasm state with the alcohol taking its toll on me, I sank down into the couch opposite them and watched as Courtney worked to make him cum. Finally Chris bucked his hips and emptied his load into her mouth, which turned out to be the fifth load of the day that he gave her. I found out later that while I was at work, she had blown him twice. We all drifted off into a deep sleep.

I was the first to awaken, feeling the terrible hangover. I looked toward the opposite couch and Courtney was lying on Chris’ big chest, which was a strange sight to see. Up until then, I had only seen her doing sexual acts with him. Now I was looking at her sleeping peacefully on his massive frame, which dwarfed hers. I made some coffee for us all, and woke them up when it was ready. Chris thanked us for the coffee and for the fun before parting.

“See ya,” he said to me, and then kissed Courtney goodbye.

“How’re you feeling, hun?” I asked my stunning fiancée.

“Like shit,” she groaned. “You?”

“Same. Maybe you should just skip class today and nurse the hangover. I know that’s what I’ll be doing before work tonight.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” she chuckled.

The rest of Monday was uneventful. We stayed in bed for most of the day, taking naps and Advil every couple of hours. When I came back from work that night I was kind of surprised, and admittedly a little disappointed, to find out that Chris had not visited. I figured he must have been sleeping off his hangover too. Court and I made love gently that night before falling asleep. Tuesday through Thursday we were back to our normal selves, and the routine picked up where it left off. Courtney and I fucked like rabbits, and Chris stopped over frequently for some oral relief. Wednesday and Thursday morning Courtney visited Chris and gave him a proper ‘goodmorning’ before coming back and riding me while telling me about it. Thursday night he spent the night again, knowing it was his last night before I got my paycheck and paid him back. I lost count of how many times she swallowed Chris’ load or took it all over her face and chest those last couple of days. Our sex life was through the roof and I was reaping all the benefits of Court taking care of our landlord’s needs.

However, Friday soon arrived. I stopped in at work to collect my paycheck and there was enough money in it to pay the rent for last month and this month. I cashed it, and stopped at Chris’ room on the way back to ours.

“Hey Chris, here’s the payment for last month and this month. Um..thanks for giving us a little time..” I awkwardly said to him as I handed over the envelope with the payments.

“Yeah, no problem..” he responded.

“See you around,” I said as I left his room. I made my way back to my apartment and found Courtney on the couch reading her textbook.

“Hey babe, I just paid back Chris, so we’re all good on our debt.”

“Oh, great!” she replied, but something seemed a little off in her response, as if she feigned excitement.

I admit, I too wasn’t as thrilled as I had imagined I’d be a week ago. Everything was so exciting and wild. But it was for the best. We were getting married in some months, after all. Life was back to normal.

However, the next couple of days seemed a little different, as if something were missing. I thought maybe with school on her mind, Courtney was a little stressed. We still had sex, but it wasn’t as electrifying as before. Our sex life was still healthy, but it was lessened from what it just was. Courtney hadn’t orgasmed from me fucking her since the last time with Chris, and I felt I was just not cutting it.

Friday evening, a week after we had paid our dues, I called down to Chris’ room. Besides passing him in the hallway for short greetings, this was the first time we really talked.

“Hey Chris, it’s James.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you come up here and take a look at the window? It’s not shutting all the way. It’s letting cold air in.”

“I’ll be up in a minute,” he responded.

About five minutes after I hung up, Chris knocked on the door and I let him in.

“Which one?” he asked me. I pointed to the one in the living room. He walked over to it and studied it for a second before turning back around and facing me. “What’s wrong with it? It’s closed, there’s no air coming in.”

Just then, Courtney came out of the bedroom in her sexy lingerie; decked in stockings and a tight nighty.

“Hey daddy, I’ve missed you,” she purred at him with a sultry tone.

Chris looked to me as if to question what was going on, but I cut in before he could answer.

“We talked last night, and we both think that as oddly as it sounds, our sex life was better when you had your visits with Court. And she wants to keep seeing you. Also, we’re okay çekmeköy escort with you going further with her than just oral. I don’t need to mention that it’s obvious you’re a lot bigger than me, and I haven’t been able to make her cum or last as long as I wish, so maybe you could help out. If you want, of course.”

The expression on Chris’ face looked like he had just hit the lottery. He composed himself and replied, “Fuck yeah. Come here you little slut, I missed you too.”

Courtney went over to him and they made out for a couple minutes, and I could see Courtney was getting really into it. She really must have missed servicing our old fat landlord. And no doubt she was excited and nervous to experience what it felt like to have him inside of her; the only other person beside me to do so. I was very excited and nervous as well. We moved to the bed and Courtney sucked on his fat dick while he lay on his back, and I got in between her legs and lapped at her already-wet pussy to get her ready. Once Chris was nice and hard, Court stopped sucking him and then got up and straddled him, resting her hands on his big belly. It was the point of no return. Using one hand behind her, she grabbed hold of his monstrous dick, and guided it to the opening of her hovering pussy. I switched my gaze between her face and her pussy, watching in amazement as she slowly lowered herself on his huge cock, impaling herself. The look on her face was what really got me; her eyes were closed and she had an expression as if it were the first time she were being fucked.

There was a hint of pain, but mostly pleasure as she went deeper and deeper on his big, thick cock. Moans and short breaths were escaping her mouth as she finally lowered herself completely on his massive member. She rested on the base for a while, and then placed her hands on his big belly and retracted her pussy, coming all the way back up until the head. I watched in amazement and wondered how she could fit that huge thing in her tight little pussy. She lowered herself all the way back down, a little faster this time, and this repeated until she got into a rhythm. Not even two minutes later, she was slamming her pussy down on his cock and cried out in the loudest orgasm I’d ever heard. I was jerking off watching my sexy blonde fiancée riding this old fat mans big cock, and erupted in a massive orgasm that coincided with hers, covering my stomach and hand with my cum.

After she came down from her orgasm, she lowered her body onto Chris’ and he grabbed the back of her head and made out with her while she moved her hips up and down on his cock. In no time, I was hard again watching them in action. Chris grabbed onto her and flipped her over in one motion, remaining inside of her. His massive body covered her tiny frame, completely hiding her from view except for her arms and legs wrapped around his torso as he pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. After she came again, they switched positions and she got on her hands and knees facing me and he got behind her, holding up his belly and placing it on her ass as he entered her from behind.

“Fuck yeah daddy. Fuck your little girl. I missed your big cock. Oh!”

Chris slapped her ass intermittently. “You just couldn’t stay away from my big cock, could you?”

“No, it’s all I kept thinking about. I couldn’t wait to have it back in my mouth and feel it in my pussy.”

“Show him what a slut you are,” I encouraged her while moving up and offering my dick to her hungry mouth.

“Mmmpphhh,” she moaned onto me while getting fucked hard by Chris, only taking her mouth off my dick to talk. “You fuck me so good daddy, I want to make you cum. I want to make you both cum!” She put her mouth back on my dick. Every time Chris pounded into her, it propelled her forward and my dick slid down her throat.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum in your tight little pussy. You want it, whore?” Chris grunted.

“Yeah give me your cum! Cum in your little slut!” she urged.

All three of us seemingly came simultaneously. My first spurt filled her mouth, but her orgasm caused her to release my dick and so my next three spurts covered her face, and Chris filled her pussy up with his cum. After we had all come down, Chris sat back, plopping his softening cock from her pussy. She turned around and said “Let me clean you off,” then plunged down and sucked his dick. With her ass now facing me and her back arched, I could see just how much Chris filled her up. Her pussy was gaping from his fat cock, and it was absolutely leaking with cum. Seeing this made my dick refuse to go down, and I scooted behind her and sank my dick into her slippery pussy. I slid in all the way easily, and could feel her pussy wasn’t as tight as I was accustomed. My loving fiancée continued bobbing up and down on Chris until he was hard again. I watched her sexy little tan body and blonde head move up and down on his shaft while I pounded into her from behind, wondering if she really even felt me.

Nevertheless, this previously unknown sensation of a slippery pussy got the best of me and I was emptying myself inside her soon, adding my cum to Chris’.

“Let me feel that little pussy again. C’mere back on my dick,” Chris ordered her after I fell back. I watched my sexy blonde fiancée ride his dick again to orgasm, and then make out with him until he came for the second time inside of her.

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Author’s note. This is a continuation of my previous story ‘My Egyptian Romance.’ Although not essential, I suggest you read that first.

Chapter 02: Betrothed

I was besotted with him. No, that suggests a temporary crush and that was not what I felt for Ahmed. I was in love with him as I had been for most of the six months I had known him. We met when I had a holiday at the hotel he ran in Sharm el Sheikh, which is on the Sinai Peninsula of Egypt. I was alone. He lived in Cairo with his wife and children, but stayed at the hotel for ten-day spells, also alone. He is forty-four, I am twenty-four. He is dark, brown eyed and husky, I am blonde, blue eyed and slim.

It took us four days of my holiday to get round to having sex. For the rest of the ten days we had it at least twice most days; he is an awesome fuck with fantastic stamina and recovery powers, for his age.

As the ten-day holiday came near to its end I said to Ahmed that I would stay longer, but visa restrictions prevented that. Instead I suggested I go home and book another holiday. He had a better idea.

“Why not get a job at the hotel?” he asked one night just after we had a bout of, as usual, spectacular sex. “I can help you.”

I did and we had several wonderful weeks of me working near his office and us sneaking meetings for sex, usually in vacant rooms in the hotel, although twice he had me in the office!

Then one day I felt desolated as he told me he was leaving and going to live in Cairo because an uncle had died and he was needed to run a family business. Almost immediately I felt better, though, for he told me he wanted me to work for him in Cairo. I moved there and after a few weeks in a hotel, which was so wonderfully convenient for our lovemaking I moved into a company apartment mid-way between the office and his home.

To get the job I had to meet Halima, Ahmed’s wife and that was so frightening. This was necessary as it was her family that owned the multi-billion US dollar turnover conglomerate of which Ahmed’s family were minority shareholders, and she was the group HR director. Surprisingly we got on very well and I liked her. I would have preferred not to really, for it made fucking her husband more difficult; I managed to cope though!

She was delightful. Friendly, warm and intelligent we seemed to build a quick rapport. She appeared to be very interested in me, my life in the UK and my work at the Hyatt in Sharm and asked loads of questions, but not in an interrogatory manner. It didn’t occur to me until afterwards that I had been thoroughly interviewed, but it did cross my mind a couple of times as we were chatting as to whether she suspected anything was going on between Ahmed and me.

She was more attractive than in the photo Ahmed had shown me. She had fabulous, big, almond-shaped, very dark brown eyes and glorious long, black hair that she wore up with some ringlets falling down the sides of her face. She had the typical Arab prominent nose, but as she was quite large featured and had very full lips it was not unsightly; a little like that old actress, Sophia Loren or the British Princess Anne.

Taller than me, around five seven I guessed, Halima was clearly a large girl, but everything was in proportion. She was quite broad shouldered, had big hips, thickish legs and truly spectacular breasts; they must have been at least a double D cup.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to see her again until my probation ended and I had my first appraisal, which was with her; she handled them for all HO staff. That went well and again we got on ok with her asking a load of quite probing questions again making wonder whether she knew or suspected anything about her husband and me.

I didn’t see Ahmed for a couple of days after meeting his wife as he was in Bahrain for meetings. He got back early evening on a Tuesday and came straight to the apartment.

“Halima thinks I am arriving back tomorrow” he told me as we had room service dinner in my room with him, as usual going into the bathroom when the waiter delivered the dinner.

Having eaten we had sex. It was quite casual and easygoing, but as always was nice. We had it with both of us lying on our sides facing each other with me lifting my left leg and wrapping it round his waist.

He was obviously staying the night, which I loved so there was no rush and we lounged around naked on the bed watching TV for a while.

“Halima said the meeting went well” he said with his arm round my shoulder his fingers dangling down caressing the top of my breast.

“Yes she is very nice, I like her.”

“Good she does you too” he replied cupping my boob and pinching my nipple.

“Mmm that’s lovely” I murmured as he kissed me and I cradled his growing cock in my hand.

“She again asked me so many questions” I told him.

“Well it was your formal appraisal and she is very curious about you?”

“Why is that? Does she suspect something.”

“Not suspect Sammi” he said slipping his other hand beylikdüzü escort between my legs, which I opened for him.”

“What then?”

“She knows about us.”

“What. How much?” I said feeling mortified.

“Pretty much everything, she has to.”

“What do you mean has to?” I almost shouted pulling myself away from him.”

“Well you see my darling” he started as cool as a cucumber adding. “It is part of our custom almost our law.”

“Why is it?”

“Because Sammi before you can be my second wife the first has to know everything and by custom has to approve.”

“Oh fuck what do you mean?”

“I mean my darling that I want you to become my second wife and come and live with Halima and me. Will you do that Sammi?”

It took some time for that to sink in. I had no thoughts of marriage, it wasn’t on my radar, it wasn’t something I ever considered and certainly not, obviously, as a second wife to a Muslim.

“You don’t have to answer now my darling, but please think about it very seriously will you?”

*

“What?” My mother said. “Are you fucking crazy?”

“No mother dear, just in love.”

“How old is he?”

“Forty five” I told her.

“You are fucking crazy” she went on rubbing her hair with the towel I handed her as she climbed out of the pool in her garden.

I have inherited some of my mother’s features, but not regrettably her divine breasts. Hers are full and round and a perfect large C; mine are ‘fried egglike’ and a miserable B.

As she dried her hair so her gorgeous mounds jiggled and wobbled so fucking sensuously that it should have been censored.

I had flown back to the UK to announce my decision to marry Ahmed and to live with him and Halima.

Whilst he had taken me completely by surprise with the proposal and I realised what a risky, unconventional and giant step it was I had said yes that evening. We were both naked at the time, but we didn’t celebrate with a fuck, seal it with a kiss or crack open some Champagne; Ahmed doesn’t drink. But we did mark the occasion in a very special way, one that we had done before and that we both loved.

“Fuck yourself for me Sammi” he said his cock rearing up.

Ahmed has a lovely cock. Without being extreme it’s longer than most I have had and it is beautifully thick. It’s as straight as a die, gets fantastically hard and is smooth and warm to the touch. When he is near to cumming it pulsates almost like a vibrator; I love it.

He was half; lying and half kneeling beside me his erection against his flat six-pack. His fingers were softly stroking it. I lay back against the pile of four pillows. Our eyes only broke their gaze to run up and down the other’s body, apart from that they were locked in a continual stare. I raised my knees until they were nearly touching my boobs. Loving his lustful gaze of adoration at me I smiled slightly and slowly opened my legs, wide to expose my most intimate place to my lover. He smiled as well.

“You have the most beautiful cunt Sammi” he said quietly as I cupped both my tits in my hands. I rubbed and squeezed them, pinched and gently scratched them. I pushed them together, lifted them up and then squashed them hard against my chest. I pinched each nipple and then pulled them so that they almost doubled their short length.

Ahmed was slowly rubbing his cock. Not fast or hard and hardly even with masturbation pace, but it looked lovely. I simply adore watching men wank. As he rubbed it so his, what I called, ‘big bag of balls’ jiggled so sexily.

I slowly ran one hand down my body and between my opened legs. I ran my fingers round my cunt lips, what a lovely pairing of words that is, and then found my clit. Sending fantastic feelings all over me I rubbed right alongside that little stalk that has only one purpose; the provision of sexual pleasure.

“May I?” Ahmed, ever the gentleman, asked.

“Mmmmm” I sighed as the combination of caressing my breasts and rubbing my clit in front of my lover who was now, with my ‘permission’ clearly jerking himself off, took over both my body and my mind.

I started to cum.

My eyes were opening and closing, my mouth was open as I struggled for air and every nerve end in my body was tingling. I was rubbing my clit faster trying to get even more pleasure from it as Ahmed moved closer to me. His cock that he was pumping in long slow strokes now was just inches from my face. I turned that so I was looking at him and my face was just beneath his dick. I watched with wonder and so much excitement as it started to spurt. The first splash was across my left cheek, eye and eyebrow and was quickly followed by a stream that hit my chin and neck and dribbled onto my tits. He took me in his arms and we kissed as his sperm was rubbed into both our faces.

Some way to celebrate your betrothal I thought as I lay in his arms still ‘wearing’ the smear marks of my husband to be’s cum on my face and tits.

*

Dad beyoğlu escort took the news in his stride. But then he is a player and chancer and he knew the conglomerate of which my husband to be was the CEO. I thought that he might be seeing a business opportunity with the Al Salem Company, a bit of trading his daughter for a number of camels as used to happen in Egypt I smiled to myself

“I can’t say that being a concubine was what I would have chosen for you Sammi, but if that’s what you want and if you love Ahmed then good for you. What does Amanda say?” He asked about his ex-wife.

“Well she went mad of course.”

“Naturally” dad said.

Most of my friends were supportive, but quizzical about my arrangement with Ahmed and his wife. I wasn’t able really to assure them for I didn’t know how things were supposed to, or were going to work. I mean it’s difficult to ask your husband to be how he selects who to fuck each night, which when I cut through the crap was the key question most people wanted me to answer.

Ahmed and Halima, well one of their companies actually, had chartered a plane to fly from Northolt to Cairo two days before the wedding so that the UK line of their family and friends could attend. Wonderfully generously they had offered to include my family and friends to travel on it free of charge as well; I began to think that I was going to like my new life!

I was quite surprised how many people accepted the formal wedding invitations that we sent out in March, but then a free flight to Cairo is some inducement I guess.

Only one of my two closest friends was able to join us. That was Stephanie, my friend from college with the MSc in Economics, a high flying well over a million a year job with Goldmans and the most spectacular breasts I have seen and, to be honest touched.

“Actually luv I am coming back from New York the day before so I’ll get a flight direct to Cairo, but will have to leave on the Sunday” she told me on the phone.

“Oh that’s great thank Steph.”

“Only shame is we won’t have time to er, um celebrate will we?”

“Now, now, remember I’ll be a married woman by then.”

“So much the better, far less hassle, but I will be there the night before.”

We both laughed.

I didn’t of course send an invitation to my longer-term married lover DD. We had been having an affair since I had half-seduced him when I was a student of his at Bristol University and had carried this on after he moved to London.

“I’m really pleased for you” he said as I sipped an expresso in the conservatory of his house in Barnsbury. As was frequently the case his wife, or as we called her ‘the bitch’ was on a business trip to Brussels or Strasbourg or some fucking dump in Europe; she was a civil servant involved with the EU and was always popping off somewhere. That was convenient for DD and me and saved a hell of a lot on hotel rooms.

“So any chance of a farewell fuck then?” he said sliding his hand up my short skirt and kissing me.

We had a delicious afternoon and evening saying goodbye with him fucking me. As my orgasm subsided after the second shag I thought. ‘That’s my last fuck as a single woman, well at least with someone other than my husbnad.’ That shocked me so grabbing DD’s soft cock I said.

“How long before you can do me again?”

Ahmed and I got married in a private mosque in the centre of Cairo. Halima, by tradition acted as the equivalent of the matron of honour in a C of E ceremony. Although I had been to some rehearsals with the mullahs, the guys with really long beards, I had no idea what was going. I was, however, surprised at how long it lasted and at the amount of talking and moving around that went on during the ceremony. But that didn’t worry me as during it I was continually aroused.

I had to wear a very conservative dress. It wasn’t supposed to show my figure and I had to leave as little bare flesh exposed as possible, essentially my face and hands. Egyptians generally are strongly religious, but nowhere near as extreme as other Arab nations. With most aspects of life the women are pretty emancipated and wear whatever they wish. They wear tight clothes and do expose their arms and legs; they even wear bikinis! At weddings, though, similar to most other religions they become fundamental.

Halima had advised me what to wear and had helped me choose a loose, neck to ankle white dress with long sleeves. On our last time together before the wedding, Ahmed had managed to spend a couple of hours in bed on the Thursday afternoon and he had advised me what to wear under the dress.

“I want you naked apart from white stockings so I can visualise exactly what I am going fuck after the ceremony.”

So as the Mullah whined and moaned about our vows and the reasons for marriage and why Muslim men should have more than one wife I stood holding Ahmed’s hands.

“So are you?” He asked.

“Am I what?”

“Naked bizimkent escort under it?”

“Apart from my stocking yes.”

“I am getting hard, I want to fuck you so much.”

“My nipples are pounding and are like acorns.”

“Are you wet?”

“Yes I think so” I was saying as the mullah said the equivalent of ‘I pronounce you man and wife.’

The last few days of my spinsterhood had, to say the least been interesting.

Although Ahmed and Halima and their families were not very orthodox Muslim, they did abide by some traditions. This was especially the case with weddings and especially so when Ahmed was taking a second wife. Although there was absolutely no criticism both families became involved to offer their advice on how the marriage, both the ceremony and the living together after should be handled.

Ahmed had decided to move to a new house; a beautiful ten bedroomed, two storey villa in a luxurious area near to the centre of Cairo. It had its own grounds with a secluded swimming pool that Ahmed described as being ‘perfect for outdoors sex.’ Looking at it I couldn’t have agreed more and could hardly wait to be fucked in one of the sideless tents with fans dotted around the pool area. This was a time when I got to know Halima much better for we were charged with getting the new house ready for our three-way marriage, something that still made me nervous and excited in about equal quantities.

We visited all the best shops in Cairo and looked at many more online. We had to furnish the entire house with what seemed to be an endless budget. We met with architects, designers and decorators planning and working out every detail. Ahmed left everything to us and with Halima’s eye for detail and mine for flair we worked well together and, more importantly we bonded, almost like sisters.

“Well it is not only tradition Samantha” Halima said sounding like my mother as we waited in the office of Cairo’s leading interior designer. “It’s also practical.”

She was referring to the way the upper floor with the bedrooms was going to be reworked. The house was being reduced to seven bedrooms with three in one wing of the house and four in the other; the grand staircase separated the two. The four she explained were guest bedrooms and would be used by their when they came home from their boarding schools, the boy at Eton, the girl at Rhodean. Our three suites, by tradition had to be in a row. Ahmed would have the middle suite, she being wife one would be to his right when he laid on his back and me to his left. There would be doors from his room to ours, but again by tradition these would only be able to be opened from Ahmed’s room. Laughing she said.

“So he can get to us, but we can’t get to him.”

Ahmed and Halima moved in to the remodelled house ten days before the wedding.

I wasn’t allowed so see or have any contact with him for the last three days. That was supposed to be a period when the husband and his wife one spent time together thinking about how their lives were going to change and making plans as to how they would cope with the new life, including, presumably me!

So on my last night as a single woman I knew that by tradition my betrothed would open the door from his to his wife’s room and invite her in to his bed where they would have their last sex before they became a tripartite marriage or, as I referred to it, ‘the ultimate threesome.’ What I also learned as we stood at the altar for over an hour being married was that the sex they had was not traditional for Ahmed said quietly. “Halima gave me her arse last night Sam as my wedding gift.”

The ceremony went on for ages as did the lavish reception at a marquee in the grounds of Ahmed’s parents’ house on the edge of the Nile. But all went well and everyone including my parents seemed to enjoy it. I could tell that mum liked, well more fancied actually, Ahmed for she was showing out to him all the time. I was almost expecting her to ask whether he wanted a third wife! Dad, now just coming out of his bankruptcy and looking for new ventures talked business with both Ahmed and Halima’s relatives making me wonder whether a loan to him was part of my dowry.

“I have a present for you Sammi” Halima said when at last the three of us together were alone.

“What do you mean?”

“As Ahmed’s wife one I have to be with you to give you to him so that the pair of you can consummate the marriage.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s traditional, but also practical for I am symbolically expressing my agreement and happiness at sharing my husband sexually with his wife two.”

“Are you ok with that?” I asked for the first time getting into her feelings.

“I can’t say it doesn’t hurt a little, but knowing you makes it easier. It’s difficult as you age and your husband is still attractive to younger women” she explained adding. “We had better hurry, Ahmed will be waiting.”

She took me to her bedroom. “This should be the only time you come in here unless I die.”

“Why?”

“Tradition Sami. This is my sanctuary, your room is yours I will never enter that any more. It is all a little silly I know.”

“I’m from England remember Halima, I think we invented tradition so I am used to it.”

Smiling, she said as we stood in thr lavishly appointed sitting room of her suite. “You have to undress I have to look at you.”

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