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Between us there was only a quarter-inch wall of foamcore, but Max and I weren’t really close in any other way.

He had slender fingers and a sharp jaw, these were things I had noticed about him so far. I also knew he was in a relationship because I’d heard him on the phone talking with someone about branzino, skin contact wine, and mothers. Our desks looked out at the whole of Central Park from a height that made the park seem like a bathtub filled with bright green foam. The windows of the office were floor-to-ceiling, so that if you pressed your forehead up against the cold hard pane, you could simulate the feeling of falling, you could imagine the exhilaration of doing something crazy like that. On a slow afternoon, I’d heard the little thunk of his head hitting the window and resting there, thinking, the shift of his weight in his tailored grey suit pants. An hour later, I did the same thing, releasing my tight ponytail down to my shoulders, and then flouncing it around, up and down, as if the sticky New York spring air was rushing past me, wondering if he was listening too.

Max and I had worked in this office together for a few months. It was a good job, and as with most good jobs, it was also a boring job. Everyone in our quiet methodical office would stretch out their tasks for as long as possible, and then peak at the clock, sad to see that only 20 minutes had passed. So I cherished days with a vivid sight or sound like the last coke in the desert. Just one strong sensory experience was enough to jolt me back to life. And, likely unbeknownst to Max, he made the most exquisite sounds I had ever heard. Soft curses, pensive hmms, little covered yawns, full body stretching groans, unselfconscious grunts. They were varied, they were strange, and they got me incredibly wound up. I’d recorded full workdays’ worth of Max’s sounds on my phone, listening to them on the subway back home with my noise-cancelling headphones so no one else would ever know.

At the time, I was in a relationship with a person who mostly seemed interested in having conversations with himself. There was no topic that wouldn’t ultimately come back to something that he’d hated, or loved, and when he’d finished telling me, there was no return volley, and so I’d started to feel like a ghost. To revive my spirits and to remind me that I was, in fact, still very much flesh and blood, I’d started to enjoy longer showers. It’s a well known fact to all people with relationship troubles that the shower is a gift, and I began to maximize our mobile showerhead for all of its potential pleasurable uses. I’d fill up the bathroom with hot steam, let the city and my boyfriend disappear and just come as many times as I possibly could before the length of the shower became too implausible. And, when I was in the shower feeling the high pressure streams of water teasing my clit, I’d start to think about Max. Max’s full lips, Max’s mouth full of branzino, Max’s long fingers typing on the same exact type of keyboard I use everyday with my fingers, Max’s jaw unclenching.

***

One morning, I was in the office kitchen, in the hours just after dawn before the office filled with bright sunshine and was still dusky. The swivel chairs sat still like good children at church, the air was full of extra oxygen without people to breathe it all up. I usually got to the office early, because I enjoyed feeling my body wake up and thinking abstractly about whatever I wanted before the clock struck 9am and all the nuts beşiktaş escort and bolts of the day needed to be hammered into place.

My first stop was the bathroom, where I sat in the stall with my headphones on. I flipped through the various bits of entertainment and inadvertently came upon Max’s audio I’d covertly recorded. The umms, stretching noises, yawning. The fact that there was no way he’d been aware of being recorded. The fact that his little throat was making these gnawing sounds where I could see his jaw stretching in response, neck straining and flexing, maybe his hands massaging the tender parts of his cheeks. Why was his jaw so sore? My fingers were dipping inside of my pussy, asking this same question. What would his long fingers be doing to me, how many of them would fit inside…? I was rubbing my clit, biting my freshly-showered arm to keep from moaning too much, I was dizzy and forgetting where I was, it was just me and the sounds of Max stretching that beautiful jaw…

I emerged from the bathroom, put back together. The office was empty and dark, as my morning coffee percolated to completion. In the kitchen, we have French milled soap on a rolling stick thing, and so to use it, you have to squeeze your hand around it and roll it around until you have enough foam. Squeezing the last drop of foam out of the soap never failed to keep me desperately horny, and this time was no exception, especially because of where my hands had just been. I stood there, stroking the soap and pretending it was Max, simulating his quiet stretching noises as I did it, feeling my aching clit going crazy.

I finished washing my hands, and I was pouring the rest of the carton of half-and-half into my coffee cup, feeling the cool breeze of the open refrigerator on my stomach, when I heard a male voice.

“Can I have the cream when you’re done?”

It was him. I was actually stunned, not because his presence was implausible, but just because of where my mind had just been. Thirty seconds earlier, my legs were figuratively wrapped around his face.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just finished the cream.”

Our eyes met and the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

“No worries,” he said.

“I can get you more,” I said, still half-asleep and not really used to talking with people yet.

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” he said. “I know the mornings are your time.”

I watched him walk back to his desk as I stood there, with the empty half-and-half carton in my hand and a little shiver going through me. He’d noticed my early morning habit. I wondered what else he’d noticed. I closed the fridge door and stood in my pencil skirt, heels, and new silk blouse, nipples hard. I was entirely losing control and getting very wet in a workplace environment. This was a completely inappropriate, fireable offense.

My head went a little fuzzy, and the carton slipped out of my hands, bouncing on the hard floor. There was an extra sip of cream in there after all, now a tiny puddle at my feet. I reached for the roll of paper towels to clean it up, getting down on my hands and knees, feeling the cold tiles through my stockings dabbing the cream, really wishing Max would come back to the kitchen to see what I’d done.

It wasn’t that I didn’t value my job. I did. I’d been receiving accolades at work, consistently for three straight quarters, but for some reason it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t stimulated. beşyol escort My body, the one that I work so hard to keep healthy with good food and frequent exercise, just wasn’t getting what it needed. I wanted more, and I wanted to get away with it. I deserved it. I deserved Max’s mouth and his fingers, and I was going to have them.

Ever so slowly, I repositioned my body so that my ass was facing him. I reached behind me and pulled up my pencil skirt just a little bit so that if he were to walk by he could see most of my thighs, but not quite everything. Enough to know what I wanted. I opened my legs shoulder-length apart, arching my back slightly, presenting my pussy to the entire dark office. A few long moments passed, with me on all fours, in the kitchen of my office, waiting, rubbing that spot of cream off the floor. I closed my eyes. Somehow I sensed that he would respond soon.

“I guess there was cream in there.”

In a near blackout state of arousal, I could feel my inner thighs getting wet through my stockings. We both giggled a little bit. Max’s eyes were fixed right where I wanted them to be. I responded by widening my stance a little bit more, wiggling so that the skirt was coming up even further. He knelt down behind me and slowly raised my skirt all the way up, leaving it around my belly button. His hands took the top of my stockings and pulled them down to my knees.

My panties were dripping wet. He traced me with two of his long fingers, starting at me, watching me drip on his hand. The panties came off in one smooth motion, and his fingers were diving into me, as the office kitchen lights hit my bare ass. Soon I felt his face, his three day stubble brushing at my clit, his soft hair made me think of a car wash.

I turned around, my bare ass completely exposed, and pulled the back of his head in. My fists had handfuls of his hair, and I guided his tongue so that he would give me the exact rhythm and pressure I needed. I was going to have the perfect orgasm, right here in the middle of my office, and my co-worker Max was going to lick me until that happened. I was totally fucked if anyone else came in, but I just didn’t care, the pleasure was so intense. I came in rolling waves, my arms going numb, my head hitting the kitchen cabinet…

***

The rest of the day progressed uneventfully, so much so that I began to think the morning had been a dream. We’d returned to being more or less complete strangers, even though just hours earlier he’d made me come harder than any boyfriend ever had. I heard the familiar sounds of Max typing, grunting and stretching, each one producing a little sharp ping that started in my brain and rolled down my spine to my ass. I’d trained my body to respond to the rustle of his clothing, the crack of his knuckle cartilage, the tap of the sole of his Italian leather shoes as he pushed his swivel chair back and forth. I think he was just as frustrated with office life as me. The cushy corporate drudgery of our highly-prized jobs had driven us to those terrible acts. We’d gotten exactly what we both wanted and had worked so hard for and had been told by friends and family to value. But here we were, living the dream, and feeling entirely empty. It’s enough to make you cheat on your loving, wonderful partner, to give into the thrill of your bare ass on the cold hard tile and the thrilling danger of being stumbled upon by respected peers and colleagues. beykent escort Because didn’t they all feel the same way, and we were the only ones brave enough to do something about it? I decided right then and there that I would not feel any guilt whatsoever about engaging in very hot sex with my co-worker Max. These things weren’t even that important in the grand scheme of things, it was just human nature, the drive for life, the drive to procreate, the drive to feel something heavenly during your time on Earth.

As our co-workers began to leave for the evening, I developed an urge to suck Max’s cock. After the time in the kitchen, we’d quickly put our clothes back on and run to the bathroom freshen up. I’d come back and sprayed some air freshener in the kitchen, diffusing it with a towel waved back and forth a few times, inhaling to make sure it was all okay, and then waving a little more. No one had said anything for the rest of the day.

I made a deal with myself: if everyone had left the office and Max decided to stay, it would tell me what I needed to know. If he didn’t stay, I would go through living my wonderful happy life with my wonderful loving partner, and push the events of the day out of my mind. 6:30pm…sun was setting…I heard a yawn. Max was still there.

7:30pm. Everyone had left. I felt a stillness on the other side of the foamcore, a lack of fidgeting. I reached over to the box of tissues on my desk, and took out one, two, three, four, tucking them inside my pencil skirt. I took off my heels, and got up from my chair as quietly as possible, tip-toeing on the tile floor…one step, two, three, crossing the foamcore. Wordlessly and expressionlessly, I climbed underneath Max’s desk. I could only see his leather shoes and his tailored grey suit pants. The wheels of the swivel chair eased forward towards me.

In the dark space, I heard the metallic sounds of a belt unbuckling, a button popping out of its hole, a zipper softly buzzing down its track. I saw his hands pull the spandex of his boxer briefs band out, up, and over. I smelled him, and I greeted him with the point of my tongue, working his ridges gradually, tracing the circumference of his tip before wetting my lips and fastening them on his head. I held the head of his cock there in my mouth, licking the underside of the tip until I got the grunts and moans I’d be anticipating all day. I dropped my head all the way down to his balls, feeling his full length completely in my mouth, while one hand fondled his balls. I could tell he was squirming now, trying not to make much noise. He gasped as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, twirling my tongue on his head, squeezing his balls gently. I started to make sounds of my own, sucking and moaning around his cock. I took the shaft in my right hand, and planted my warm wet mouth on his balls while I used my recently manicured nails to stroke up and down. With my left hand still wrapped around his balls, I pumped him with my right hand, positioning my mouth underneath and touching my tongue to his head so he knew I was ready for his come. Moments before he was about to come, I pushed him deep into my mouth to feel the hot come spurt down my throat. He lost balance and his feet came up from the floor, wrapping them around me, body shaking as I swallowed, making my gulps loud enough for him to hear, rubbing his balls and milking his cock for every last drop.

I reached in my skirt for the tissues, and brought my arm out from under the desk. Max took them, wiping himself. He zipped back up his pants, and left without saying a word. When I knew he was gone, I came up from under the desk, taking extra deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of the dark night air. As I sat in my office chair, gazing out at the big city lights that surround a dark green bathtub, I felt more alive than I had in months.

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Disclaimer!!! I do not in any way condone abuse or misuse of women or any other human being. Please keep fantasy where it belongs.

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The sun was just coming up in the eastern sky as Amanda got into her car and headed home. It had been her first night on the job and she had just been taken sexually by her supervisor. She knew that it was against the law for him to do that to her but she didn’t really care. She had needed the discipline of a man for a long time. Her boyfriend, if that was what you wanted to call him, didn’t do it for her any more. She was supposed to meet him at his apartment this morning after work. She pulled out onto the freeway and headed toward home, contemplating the previous night’s romp in the bathroom with her boss. “My bitch apprentice” was what he had called her. She could feel a slight anger begin to grow as she thought of those words, those words that were meant to demean her, meant to piss her off but instead just confirmed what she already knew about herself. She was a bitch, a slut, and a whore if you will a woman whose station in life was to give herself to her man, hell to any man obviously. She thought about the feel of her boss’s cock in her mouth, thought about the taste and smell of his cum as he face fucked her. God she loved the feeling of him oozing his fluid into her mouth and she loved the feel of his cum splashing against her cheek and splattering off her face and running down her lips. She would do it again and again and again if the opportunity presented itself.

As she changed lanes and moved onto the exit ramp, she thought once again about her boyfriend. She thought about how much different he was than her boss. He was just a boy, only 21 and even though he was legally a man, he was not the kind of “man” that she craved. The kind of man she craved was the kind of man who knew what he wanted and knew what it took to get it. She had dreamed about the type of experience that she had encountered the night before with her boss but she knew that experiences like that didn’t come every day.

The loose gravel crackled under her tires a she pulled into the apartment driveway. Pulling into her boyfriend’s parking space she reflected on her relationship with her current lover. As she sat there she wondered if she loved him or just put up with his shit. It was a hard decision that every woman must go through once in a while. He was good to her in most respects but he didn’t seem to take the relationship seriously. He just made her go out every night and work while he sat at home on his lazy ass. Just why she put up with his shit she didn’t know. Well, that was not exactly true. She knew very well why she put up with him. It was because he had a dick between his legs, although not a real big dick, a dick none the less. And she knew that she could trust him while she was at work every night. The trust aspect of their relationship was important to her because if she hated anything else and that was sharing her “dick” with the other tramps in town.

Amanda shut her car off and opened the door and stepped out shutting it behind her. She aimed her remote entry at the car and pushed the button and waited for the tell tale beep that let her know that the alarm was active. This was a rough part of town and she always made sure her alarm was set on her car. She knew it wouldn’t stop every thief in town, but it would stop the lazy ones. Stretching as she made her way to the apartment, she felt herself yawn, the long hours caching up with her. Sleep…that was what she needed, sleep. She was so tired and her body ached and she needed some well-deserved rest.

The coolness of the conditioned air hit her in the face as she opened the door and made her way inside. Walking down the hall, she saw one of her neighbors and nodded to him as they passed. She had seen him before. Joe or John or some name like that she thinks she heard him called one day. Although she didn’t know his name, they were on a “hello” basis. He was black, stood about 6’2 and weighed about 250 pounds and simply because of his hulking presence, she steered clear of him. He seemed like a nice guy but he, as most people in this apartment complex pretty much stayed to himself. She often wondered why people of different races seemed to stay away from each other. It was such a shame that there was not more tolerance from every ethnic group, but that was the way it had been for centuries and probably would be that way till the end of time.

As she walked up to the door, fumbled in her pocket for her key. Inserting the key into the lock and turning it, she started to push it open. She paused momentarily, realizing that she hadn’t felt any hesitation when she turned the key. The door appeared to be unlocked! She removed her key and slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. Stepping inside she felt a feeling of something different in the air. It wasn’t something she could put her finger on, but something was definitely bahçeşehir escort amiss. Maybe she was just being paranoid, maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe her boyfriend forgot to lock the door. It had happened before but she still was going to err on the side of caution. As she slowly looked around the apartment, she noticed that things seemed out of place. Someone had moved things around on the shelf and on top of the television. A chill came over her and she backed out of the apartment. Someone had been in here! Maybe a burglar had come in or worse yet, maybe he was still in there! Amanda looked around and walking quickly down the hall, pounding loudly on the first door she came to.

The door opened slightly, being stopped by the chain that secured it. “What do you want?” a voice asked.

“I need some help. I think someone is or was in my boyfriend’s apartment.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” the man asked her.

“Come and help me check or at least call the police for me.”

“I don’t want to get involved,” the man said as the door was pushed shut and she could hear the sound of the dead bolt being fastened in place.

“Asshole!” Amanda yelled, kicking the door as she heard it lock. She looked around her and walked down the hall to the apartment of the man she had seen earlier. He was a very large man, maybe he would help a damsel in distress. Knocking on his door she thought about how she had never even talked to this man but now was going to ask for his help. She felt guilty about that, but she hoped that he would understand that she needed help. After standing there for a minute with no answer she knocked again. She heard a rustling sound and the door opened slightly. “Can I help you miss,” the man asked?

“Hi I’m Amanda, I saw you in the hall earlier. I think someone was in my boyfriend’s apartment and I’m afraid that he may still be there.”

Her heart sank as the man pushed the door shut but within a couple of seconds she could hear the chain rattling on the other side and soon he opened it again. “Come on in young lady,” the smiling man said. He opened the door and although she couldn’t help it, she knew that the look on her face must have given away her surprise as she looked at him. Not only was he tall and more attractive than she had remembered him, he had on a crisp blue uniform that she recognized as the uniform of the city police department.

“Now what seems to be the problem Amanda?” he asked as he motioned her inside. He shut the door and she began to tell him about going into the apartment and finding things not quite like they should be and getting frightened, looking for someone to go inside the apartment with her. The man listened intently to her story, nodding occasionally and letting her rattle on. When she finished her story, he motioned for her to sit down. Amanda watched him as he walked over to the bar and picked up his holster strapping it on his hip. Her eyes watched him as he moved about the apartment. He was a tall, good-looking man with broad shoulders and hips. He was not heavy in any way, just a large man. She watched him as he walked across the room, taking in his features, especially the looks of his butt in those tight pants. He walked into the other room and returned with his nightstick. Amanda looked at him as he inserted the long black pole into his belt and thought about how it would feel if he were to take his long black pole that was probably dangling between his legs and stick it into her “holster” between her legs. She shook her head bringing herself back to reality, suddenly ashamed that she was thinking these kind of thoughts. The name on his shirt said “Jones”. The officer walked over and turned the handle of the door. “Let’s go have a look miss,” he said as they headed out the door.

Amanda followed him closely as he walked down the hall. As they neared the apartment door, he held his hand up motioning for her to stop and he reached for his pistol, pulling it out of his holster. He cautiously walked over to the door, stood to the side and pushed it open. He listened for sounds and heard none so he moved his gun to the firing position and slowly walked inside. Amanda followed him, trying to stay as close to him as she could but trying her best to stay out of his way. The apartment was just a small studio suite so it didn’t take long to see that no one was in the living area. They walked toward the bedroom and made their way by the bathroom and kept his gun at the firing position as they moved ever so cautiously. The officer walked to the bedroom door and with his left hand he slowly turned the knob. As the door opened, they heard the sound of someone in the room. The policeman motioned for her to stand aside as he made his way through the door. Amanda could see the look of tension on his face as he pushed the door open, cocking his pistol and dropping to his knees and yell, “Police!! FREEZE!!”

The bakırköy escort sounds from the bedroom stopped and the silence was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. “Put you hands on top of your head,” the officer commanded and he heard the unmistakable sound of his pistol being cocked. He stayed there for a minute and she could hear the intruder mumble something and then the officer said a little more forcefully this time, “I said hands ON TOP of the head asshole!” He got up from his crouching position and reached around behind him and fumbled for his handcuffs and entered the room cautiously. “Now lay down on the floor and keep those hands on your head,” he commanded the thief. Amanda walked to the door and watched as the officer pulled his hand behind his back put the cuffs first on his right hand and then pulling his left hand behind him. He was a black man, about 6′ tall and over 200 pounds.

Feeling a sense of outrage for this intruder breaking into the apartment, Amanda began to curse him and moved toward him and thought about kicking the crap out of this guy but she knew that he would probably be able to sue her for assault. The officer took hold of the chain of the handcuffs and as he stood up he pulled the would be thief to his feet. “What’s your name fella,” he asked?

“Fuck you pig,” he spat.

“Fuck you pig? Interesting name asshole,” he said as he pulled a card out of his pocket. “Ok Fuck You Pig, I’m officer Jones and I want you to know that you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, you have the right…” he continued as he read him his Miranda rights. “What the fuck,” she thought what about my “Amanda” rights not to have this scumbag bastard violate my property. What about my rights to kick the living shit out of a scumbag who desperately needs it. When he was done, he told her to go down town with him and fill out a report. “Shit,” she said, thinking about how she was feeling from working all night. She was tired to the bone and she definitely didn’t have time for this crap but knew that if she didn’t fill one out, they would have to let him go.

The young girl followed Officer Jones to his car. It was a very nice Crown Victoria and although it was a civilian car it had all the standard police gadgets in it like a radio and a siren and light mounted on the dash. She had never been inside a police car before and she was fascinated by all the things in here as well as fascinated by the man. The cop put the thief into the back, careful to push his head down as he pushed him into the seat. When he had secured his prisoner, he walked around and opened the door to let her in. Amanda smiled at the friendly policeman. Maybe she had been too judgmental in her first impression of the man. She got into the car and he pushed the door shut. Amanda watched his large frame as he walked around the front of the car. She noticed that not only were his shoulders broad but he had a very nice butt too. “What are you thinking girl,” she asked herself? She cleared her mind and thought about the thief in the back. She turned around and said, “I hope you go to jail you stupid nig***” she said cutting her words off. That was such an ugly name but one she felt fit the man in the back. Officer Jones got into the car and backed it out of the parking lot. “Aren’t you going to turn your sirens on or something,” she asked. He just smiled at her and shook his head. Amanda decided that she had obviously asked a stupid question and sat back to enjoy the ride, closing her eyes to get a little rest.

The car pulled into the police station and she opened her eyes and got out of the car. Officer Jones walked around and opened the back door and took his prisoner by the arm and led him into the station. Amanda had never been inside a police station before. She followed them and he took him to a desk setting close to the entrance. “Breaking and entering, burglary and who knows what else,” he told the man at the desk. “No name, no address. You’ll have your work cut out for you with this one,” he smiled at the man.

He motioned for her to follow him and as his prisoner was being led away, she followed him into an office. It was just a little cubicle in the middle of a large room. She looked around and followed him to a desk. Sitting down, she watched intently as he walked to a file cabinet and took out some papers and then sat back down. “I need a name and address please miss,” he said as he pulled out her paperwork.

Amanda gave him her name and address. “Now, what exactly happened this morning,” he asked her? She gave him the short version of what happened and how she entered the apartment and not realizing that it was unlocked and then felt like something was not right. He wrote all her information down. “I’ll need a picture id too if you have one.” Amanda sat her purse down on the desk and opened it. She dug around in her purse and pulled başakşehir escort her wallet out of it. Something fell out of her purse and she reached down to get it and then she and Officer Jones realized what it was. It was a joint. Amanda quickly reached for the marijuana and as she touched it, he grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him and he pulled her hand toward him and pulled it open. “Well, what have we here Amanda?” he asked her, glowering his disapproval at her.

“Uh…. I don’t know. I’ve never seen it before officer,” she tried to convince him.

“I’ve heard that one before miss!” he said as he removed it from her hand. He reached over for the phone and pushed a button. “Will you come in here for a minute. I need a witness.” He hung the phone up and sat there in silence as they waited. Amanda was shaking visibly, knowing that at this moment in time she was in deep shit. After what seemed like forever, she heard the door open and another police officer walked in. He was also a black man, not as tall but his build was as big as Officer Jones. “Look what fell out of little Amanda’s purse.” The man reached out his hand and took the joint from him. “This looks like a joint,” the officer whose shirt had the name of Johnson on it. Officer Jones reached for her purse and Amanda tried to keep it away from him. “Look little girl, you’re already in big shit so if you don’t want to be in any deeper, give me the purse.” Amanda handed the purse over to Officer Jones and he opened it up. He emptied the contents on the desk and dug around and found 2 more joints. “Looks like we have a little dope head here Johnson,” he said as he held up his find.

Amanda was getting scared now. She was in the police station and knew that it would do her no good to run. “Where did you get this grass Amanda,” he asked her?

“I don’t remember sir,” she said weakly.

“Don’t remember? That’s one I’ve heard too. Now tell me where you got this?”

“I said I don’t remember officer!”

“Well maybe we can help you remember little girl.” Officer Johnson took Amanda by the arm and pulled her up, hurting her arm slightly. “Shit!” she exclaimed as he pulled her toward the door. “Where are you taking me?”

“Just never mind Amanda, just come along quietly.” Officer Johnson led her out the door and down the hallway to a room. She had seen a room like this before on those police shows and she knew that this was where they did their interrogation. They unlocked the door and pushed her into the room. Tears were starting to form in her eyes as she walked into the cold room with the steel table. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, pleading for an answer. “Well, I’m not sure if there is enough pot for a felony drug charge, but I know that a misdemeanor carries a sentence of up to a year in jail. Not only that, you will have a drug conviction on your record that will keep you from getting any kind of a decent job for the rest of your life.”

Amanda sat there and her tears left her eyes and began to flow down her cheek. “Fuck mister, I don’t want to go to jail, it is just a couple of joints. Can’t we forget the whole thing?”

“Well, maybe if you will tell me where you got this shit,” he said forcefully. Amanda thought about her situation. She was maybe a lot of things but one thing she wasn’t was a narc. “I can’t,” she said as if all the life was drained out of her. “Well, then it looks like we have no choice then. I guess we’ll have to place you under arrest.” Amanda shook her head wildly, not believing she had gotten herself into this situation. “Isn’t there ANYTHING I can do sir,” she asked once again, tears flowing like water.

Officer Jones smiled a wicked little smile and winked at his partner. “Well, maybe we can fix it so you can do some community service and not have anything on your record.” Officer Johnson smiled and nodded his head. Amanda sat there, thinking about her situation and thinking about having a record. “I’ll do whatever it takes to stay out of jail sir,” she told the men.

“She is a pretty little girl you know Jones,” as he reached over and wiped her tear from her cheek. “I don’t think she’d make it in prison,” do you? “No,” Officer Jones said, “some old mean lezzie would probably make her their ‘wife’.” Both of them broke out in a burst of loud laughter.

“Please let me go,” Amanda pleaded with the officers. “I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever kind of community service I have to do. Just please let me go!”

Officer Johnson put his hand on Amanda’s cheek again and rubbed his large finger on her face. She attempted to moved away but he just moved with it. “Yes Jones, she is a pretty little girl,” he said as his hand moved down her cheek and to her neck. Amanda sat there frozen in fear as his hand made it’s way down her neck, stopping before it reached her chest.

“Yeah Johnson, It would be a shame to throw her to the wolves.” Officer Jones walked over and stood behind her. Amanda felt him touch the back of her head and begin to run his fingers through her long black hair. He stroked her hair and she felt a chill run up her back starting at the base of her spine and working it way up to where his hand was. His hand felt so soothing to her but she was in no way going to relax. She was a prisoner and at their mercy. What was she going to do now?

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I have to tell you about the second time with my Asian neighbor, Lynn. As hot as it was, it wasn’t as good as it would get by our fourth or fifth time, but I still have to tell you.

It took about two days before I saw Lynn again after our first sexual encounter. She had come over to borrow an egg but she left with a little bit more. We had been watching the first episode of Californication when we somehow started kissing. After a few minutes, I, a married man, put my fingers inside of her and made her cum. While I felt bad about it a little later, I was able to reason with myself that I deserved what happened (even though Lynn didn’t make me cum). My wife, Sam, and I don’t have sex often and even when we do, it’s just part of the motions of being married. We’ve talked about it but nothing ever changes.

I apologize for getting off topic. So, after our sexual episode I didn’t see Lynn outside with her dogs for another two days (and trust me, I was going outside quite a bit hoping I would see her again).

On the morning of the third day, however, I noticed Lynn from my window saying goodbye to her husband. I instantly stood up and reached for the leash. The sound of the shower was still running (my wife was getting ready for work), so I had a brief moment to spare.

A few seconds later, I was outside with my dog and began walking in the direction of Lynn’s house. I quickly looked up and noticed Lynn wearing sexy aqua-green lingerie. It fit perfectly around her curved body. The lingerie went down to her knees and showed off her C-sized breasts. She wasn’t as skinny as my wife but she looked extremely sexy. I looked up at her beautiful brown eyes and they seemed to sparkle in the warm Florida sun.

At that point, she waved to me with a smile on her face. I waved back but stood still; I was a bit nervous about what to do next. Luckily, she took command (as she often would in our future sexual encounters).

She felt no qualm about the way she was dressed in public. I felt a bit queasy a few seconds, however, due to the short distance between the two of us. She was standing about five or six feet away, half-naked, talking to me – a man who wasn’t her husband. I looked around to see if anyone else was outside yet, but noticed that most of my neighbors already left for work. I also looked up at my window, worried how I would explain this to my wife if she saw Lynn and I talking.

“Hey, David,” Lynn said softly.

“Hey, Lynn,” I stammered while looking again at my window.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lynn exclaimed trying to cover her breasts up with her hands. “I don’t want you to get in trouble with Sam.”

“Yeah. I probably should go back inside,” I replied ataşehir escort while taking a few steps backwards.

“Well, if you want you could come over to watch another episode of Californication. I bought it after I watched it with you the other day,” Lynn said while running her hand through her long black hair.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” I said while heading back inside.

“Bye. It was nice seeing you again!” Lynn exclaimed while I closed the door behind me.

I walked up the stairs and looked around to see where my wife was. My heart was beating quickly but slowed down when I finally found her in the bathroom.

“Hey, babe,” Sam said while blow-drying her hair.

“Hey,” I replied while walking up to her.

“Where were you at?” She asked as I kissed her gently on her neck.

“Uh, just on the computer checking my e-mail like I do every morning” I answered her (the lies were starting to come a little easier now as we have been married for almost 4 years).

After about ten minutes or so, my wife left for work and I remained home. Don’t worry, I’m not a bum (well, not a complete bum), I work part-time and I am also taking five classes at our local college.

I then brushed my teeth and began to argue with myself about whether I should go to Lynn’s place or not. I was more on the no side, but my penis was the yes side. As usual, my penis won the argument.

Five minutes later, I was walking across the road to Lynn’s house, passing an egg back and forth in my hands. (Yeah, I know it was sort of corny, but hey, that’s what I am).

I knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Lynn to answer. At that point I got a little scared; I began to worry about what I would do if her husband came home early from work. Just as I started to turn around, the door swung open. Lynn was standing there, looking just as gorgeous as she did when I first saw her that morning. She was still wearing the same lingerie, though her hair was now up in a sort of bun.

“Glad you could come over,” Lynn said with the biggest smile on her face. “What’s that in your hand?” she asked with a confused look.

“It’s an egg. I thought you might need it,” I replied. I immediately felt stupid holding that egg. Luckily, and as usual, she laughed in return. (I really think that was another reason I would see her more often in the future – she made me feel positive, like I was needed).

“Come on in,” she said while walking to the kitchen.

I closed the door behind me and rushed to catch up with her. As I stepped in the kitchen area I looked around to see what her place looked like. It avcılar escort was actually pretty nice. She had plush-white carpet with light gray walls. It looked just like a decorated house on HGTV.

“Your place looks real nice,” I said while leaning over the kitchen counter. “I don’t know how my wife could help you decorate. It looks like you don’t really need it.”

“Thanks. I just love the way your place is set up. It just has that “rich” feeling to it that I really want in here,” Lynn replied while pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Would you like some?”

“No thanks, I don’t drink coffee,” I replied.

“Oh, Ok,” she said while walking out of the kitchen. “Do you want a quick tour?”

“Sure,” I replied earnestly.

She showed me around the house and everything was normal, until we came to the master bedroom that is. No, nothing sexual happened. But, I did notice something on her bed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said nervously while grabbing the 12-inch purple object from the bed and putting it in her night stand. “Let’s get out of here,” she said as she pushed me out of the room.

“That’s ok, Lynn, my wife has one of those too,” I said in return, though feeling a bit odd about mentioning my wife.

It was silent for a few minutes after that, though you would think after our first sexual encounter we would be able to talk about a silly vibrator.

We sat down on her L-shaped couch; I on one side, her on the other.

“Let’s watch the show!” Lynn said excitingly while turning on the television. She put the DVD in and the second episode less than a minute later.

I remained silent. Why? Because that’s what I do when I’m nervous. After a few minutes into the show, she placed her feet on my lap. Not realizing where I was, I started rubbing one of her smooth brown feet (I rub my wife’s feet almost every night at home so it was a natural response).

After a few seconds of rubbing, I remembered suddenly where I was. Ok, I am rubbing Lynn’s feet. This is kind of weird. I continued, however, because I love to make women happy.

I stopped after a few minutes and continued watching the show. Her feet were still in my lap, however, and she began to move one foot slowly around my crotch. I closed my eyes and imagined her sucking my dick. At the same time, she continued the foot foreplay.

Lynn’s foot moved up and down my thigh. It felt absolutely wonderful. My dick began to harden and could be seen through my blue shorts. I looked over to her and she was smiling while nibbling on the tip of her finger. I continued looking into her dark brown eyes while she continued moving avrupa yakası escort her foot along my thigh.

Then out of nowhere she said: “Take your shorts off.”

I could feel my heart beat even faster as I followed through with her command. I slowly peeled my shorts off and they fell to the floor hugging my ankles.

“I want it all off,” she commanded in her sexy voice.

I squirmed around while sliding my boxers down to the floor. I continued to sit there, expressionless, wearing only a white t-shirt.

She smiled and I immediately felt her soft foot against my fully erect penis. She moved her foot up and down my shaft and began moaning softly. She then traced her toes down my shaft and gracefully moved them back up. My penis stood at full-attention while she grazed her big toe against the tip of my dick. It felt so damn good. This was the first time any woman touched my cock with their feet. I wanted so badly to cum (and, hell, I deserved it after last time).

Her moaning grew louder as she slipped her slim finger deep into her mouth. I could hear the wetness of the movement and it turned me on even more. With her other hand she pulled her lingerie top down so that her breasts would be exposed. Her breasts looked perfect in the dim light. Her nipples were erect and as hard as my dick. I wanted so bad to touch them, but I wanted her to be in control.

She then sat up straight and moved closer to me. Our legs were touching, once again, and it felt so natural and oh so right. She then moved her right hand and touched my inner thighs. At the same time, she began to kiss my neck. She gently used her moist lips to travel up and down my neck. Fuck, it felt good. Her hand moved slowly towards my dick. She placed one of her fingers on the tip and began making a circular motion. She then forcefully grabbed my dick with her warm hand and began to move her hand up and down. She started slowly and then began to pick up speed.

Her moans became even louder as she rubbed up and down my cock. She continued kissing my neck and then, all of a sudden, her wet tongue began to travel across my cheekbone. Eventually, her tongue met my ear and, for some reason, I exclaimed: “I’m about to cum.”

Her moans grew louder as she moved her hand up and down my hard dick. Just as I was about to jizz all over myself, her hand suddenly stopped. I shivered in my seat as I expected a release.

“Not today,” she said to me while kissing me softly in my ear. “Not today,” she repeated. She then stood up and fixed her lingerie. She walked to the kitchen and I watched as her ass moved back and forth. God, she looked so sexy. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her. I actually thought about finishing myself off, but she looked back and said, “No, not today” and opened the front door.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. I stood up and put my clothes back on. I walked outside and went back home to finish myself off – again. After I finished, I thought about what had just happened. I vowed that next time Lynn would make me cum. Luckily, she would.

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Chestnut Falls, 1952

In his bedroom, Tyler Gailey could hear his mother’s Christmas music coming from the kitchen radio. He tried to tune out the holiday gaiety his mother insisted on while she baked cookies, but, much to his annoyance, the lyrical versus of snowmen and sleigh rides wormed into his ear while his buddy, Ferguson, recanted his latest of salacious stories.

“I’m telling you the God’s honest truth,” Ferguson said. “She had the whole thing in her mouth like it was nothing!”

“Golly,” Tyler sighed. “The whole thing?”

Ferguson nodded. “The whole thing. And she didn’t gag or nothin’. She just sucked on it, bobbing up and down right there in my lap.”

Tyler couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “And no one saw you two?”

Ferguson shook his head. “Nope. It was too dark.”

Joy to the World,

the Lord is come.

Let Earth receive her King…

Tyler rolled his eyes and got up from the floor. He bent over slightly and did his best to conceal the raging hard-on he had in his pants from Ferguson’s story. He cracked the bedroom door open and called down the stairs, “Mom, can you please turn the music down?”

He slammed the door and took his place back on the floor. “And then what?”

Ferguson gave him a smirk. “What do you mean?”

“Like, well, then what did she do?”

“What do you think, bonehead,” Ferguson joked. “She sucked me off and I blew my nuts right into her mouth.”

“And she swallowed?” Tyler asked.

“Boy did she,” Ferguson replied. “I mean, she didn’t have much of a choice right there in the middle of the movie theater.” Ferguson let out a long sigh, lounged back on top of Tyler’s bed and folded his arms behind his head. “Gee whiz, what a girl. Great talent, and what a knockout!”

Tyler sat there, jealous and pitiful, with his boner throbbing in his pants. Ever since he had turned eighteen, not more than three months, ago he’d been a frantic ball of hormones. But it just wasn’t fair. Why did Ferguson get all the girls? He was such a knucklehead, and Tyler was just as good looking as he was, more even. But Tyler hadn’t received a good blowjob since just after school started. He had agreed to help Daisy Forthright decorate the school gym for the Homecoming Dance and after successfully talking her into letting him feel her tits in exchange for his help, she went above and beyond and sucked him off right there behind the school’s jump mats. She did a great job and gave him some pretty decent head, but she refused to swallow and instead she let him finish on her face. Tyler didn’t complain though. But he was desperate to finish in a girl’s mouth. He wanted to feel the damp warmth of a nice mouth as he nut — to watch a girl enjoy his load, and swallow it while she looked up at him. But this was a pipe dream apparently.

“Are you taking her to the movie again tonight?” Tyler asked.

Ferguson scrunched his face. “Maybe, I don’t know. Betsy Gibbons asked me to take her to the planetarium. I figured I’d take her out, let her have some fun with me.”

Betsy Gibbons! Tyler shook his head in disbelief. He’d heard the rumors about Betsy – she was a firecracker, and the word at school was that she was most definitely a sure thing. Tyler had to hand it to Ferguson, he definitely had a way with girls.

“Tyler,” Mrs. Gailey called up the stairs.

With a sigh, Tyler got up from the floor and went back to the door. “Yes, mother?”

“Tyler, honey, Mrs. Moriarty just telephoned. She would like you to come over and help her move some furniture.” Mrs. Gailey said. “I believe she’s having a party tonight or some such and needs your help.”

Tyler’s stomach dropped. Ferguson had lurched up, his mouth agape, and was staring at Tyler incredulously.

“Tyler, are you listening to me?” Mrs. Gailey called.

Tyler gulped. “Ye-yes, mother. I’ll be right down.”

Tyler closed his bedroom door.

“Holy cow!” Ferguson cried. “You’re going over to Mrs. Moriarty’s house?!?! Gee whiz, kid, you better straighten up! You know all about Mrs. Moriarty, don’t you?!”

Tyler was silent. He knew all about Mrs. Moriarty alright. All the guys on Maple Street knew about Mrs. Moriarty. Aside from being the mother of their basketball teammate, she was perhaps the most beautiful woman in Chestnut Falls. She was the infatuation of any guy who happen to lay eyes on her. But more importantly, she had a reputation for taking a liking to young men like Tyler.

“Outta sight!” Ferguson exclaimed. “Can I go with you?”

Tyler shook his head. “No, you stay here; I won’t be gone long.”

“What do you mean, you won’t be gone long?” Ferguson cried. “You mean, you’re not gonna make pass at her? Tyler, buddy, you gotta go for it! Everyone knows Mrs. Moriarty is a sure thing.”

Tyler shook his head. “Just stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“You got it, buddy,” Ferguson said, nestling back down on the bed. “But, take my word, this could be your big break!”

Ferguson could be a real creep sometimes. There was no way any of the rumors about Mrs. acıbadem escort Moriarty could be true. Tyler was certain this was just going to be yet another boring chore, and he’d be back in his room in no time, jealousy listening to more of his buddy’s garbage.

Tyler trundled down the stairs and grabbed his scarf and cap. Though he was just going next door, the last few days had become deathly cold and the snow was still falling, covering the streets and making Chestnut Falls an idyllic winter wonderland for Christmas.

“Thank you for helping out, sweetie,” Mrs. Gailey said as Tyler entered the kitchen. The aroma of gingerbread and sugar cookies hit Tyler and immediately he softened.

“It’s no bother, mother,” he replied. “I’ll be right back.”

Tyler made his way toward the Moriarty house, where through the cold and the snow, he caught the aroma of cocoa and cookies coming from Mrs. Moriarty’s kitchen. With Christmas just three days away, it didn’t surprise Tyler in the least that all the housewives of Maple Street were busy at their ovens baking holiday goodies and warming rich hot chocolate for their families.

Tyler smiled. He loved Christmastime. And now having an excuse to visit with the lovely Mrs. Moriarty, Tyler was happy to accept his own good fortune as an early Christmas present. Forgetting all about Ferguson and his ridiculous stories, Tyler jumped up the steps leading up to Mrs. Moriarty’s kitchen and knocked on the door.

When Mrs. Moriarty opened the door, Tyler was thunderstruck.

“Hello Tyler,” Mrs. Moriarty spoke. “Your mother told me you’d be coming over. Thank you so much for you help!”

Mrs. Moriarty was a stunning vision of youthful womanhood. A gorgeous portrait of femininity, with a touch of naive sensuality. Shapely, statuesque, and stunning, and of course, she was stacked with a pair of tits that made Tyler wished he was still nursing. He was speechless. He tried to speak but his voice was timid and weak. His eyes widened as he looked her over.

Mrs. Moriarty laughed. “Come in, silly boy. You’ll catch a death of cold just standing out there.”

Tyler shuffled into the warm, brightly-lit kitchen.

“There that’s much better, come and sit down at the table,” Mrs. Moriarty said. “I’ve been making my Christmas cookies all morning, would you like one?” She handed a fresh cookie to Tyler who took it graciously.

“Thank you,” Tyler replied. “My mother said you needed help moving some furniture?”

“Yes, I do,” she replied. “My husband and I are throwing a small get-together this evening, and I would love to make some space in our living room. Do you think you’d be able to manage moving our sofa? You look like a strapping, young lad.” Mrs. Moriarty giggled.

Tyler smiled sheepishly. There was something incredibly intoxicating about her. Tyler couldn’t believe how turned on he was just from listening to her talk about moving a sofa. “Of course, that’s no trouble at all, Mrs. Moriarty.”

She smiled, a gorgeous, captivating smile. “Oh wonderful! Thank you so much, Tyler. If you could do that for me, I’d be ever so grateful, and I’ll even make a plate of Christmas cookies for you to take home.”

“Gee, thanks, Mrs. Moriarty,” Tyler replied. “I’ll go and get started on moving that sofa right away.”

“Thank you, dear,” she replied. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Mrs. Moriarty turned back to her countertop where she was working on her cookie dough. Tyler stood there, his eyes wandered over her incredible figure. Tall and slender, Mrs. Moriarty had a tiny, little waist that gave way to a firm and perfectly formed ass. Her legs were stunning — smooth, long and shapely; Tyler pleasantly regarded the fact that she baked in her kitchen wearing black heels.

Tyler removed his mittens and placed them on the kitchen table along with Mrs. Moriarty’s sugar cookie. He was hypnotized at how Mrs. Moriarty’s hips swiveled as she sashayed along the counter. How her breasts moved when she bent over to scoop the sugar from the canister. Tyler was becoming dizzy.

***

It didn’t take Tyler long at all to move the sofa. When he returned to the kitchen to let Mrs. Moriarty know he was finished, however, he froze in the doorway at the sight that awaited him. His eyes bulged and his jaw nearly dropped. Mrs. Moriarty sat naked on the floor of the kitchen, her back against the cupboard doors, her long, sensual legs open wide. Tyler’s eyes caught the shine of the leather from her black heels and from there followed up and along her perfect stems, up her supple thighs and right to where she rubbed a candy cane-shaped Christmas cookie against her pursed, moist little pussy.

Unable to move or speak, Tyler swallowed hard. Mrs. Moriarty stared back at him, her big, beautiful breasts heaving. However forward or uninhibited she may have seemed, sitting there naked, her body exposed to him, Tyler couldn’t help but find a hint of insecurity in her eyes.

“Tyler,” she asked timidly. “Do you like me?”

Tyler akbatı escort couldn’t speak.

“Do you want me?” she pleaded.

Tyler licked his lips. Finally, “Yes, Mrs. Moriarty.”

A soft, sweet smile formed on her face. Dropping the cookie, she moved from her position and slide over, closer to Tyler.

Unable to move and still in shock over what was happening, Tyler watched as Mrs. Moriarty made her way towards him. On her knees, before him, she began to tug at his pants.

Tyler could smell the luxury fragrance she wore. He closed his eyes as she began to unfasten his pants. Already his penis was becoming hard. Between her tugging and the glorious scent of her perfume, Tyler was beside himself.

“Do you want this, Tyler?” she whispered.

Tyler opened his eyes and looked down. She was staring right back at him. He could see the hunger in her eyes — the need, the want to satisfy him. Tyler couldn’t resist, he was beyond aroused at being in the presence of a woman whose only source of self satisfaction came from pleasuring a man. “Yes,” he whispered back.

She gave her bottom lip a gentle bite as her eyes bore through him. She was magnificent. They held their gaze for a moment, and finally she lowered his pants and pulled his underwear down to his ankles.

Tyler was at full mast. His dick, aimed right at her, was ready for her mouth.

Mrs. Moriarty looked up at him again, the desperation in her eyes was overflowing. “What is it that you want, Tyler. Tell me.”

Tyler brought a hand to the back of her head, his fingers running though her soft, silky hair. “I want you to suck my dick, Mrs. Moriarty.”

Mrs. Moriarty took him with a soft, tender hand. With gentle, loving care, she slid her tongue along the side of his shaft. A long, loud sigh of relief escaped Tyler as he felt her wet, warm tongue dance along his johnson. Seeing her struggling with his shirt front, Tyler removed his coat, pulled off his shirt and tossed them aside.

Mrs. Moriarty placed a hand against his pelvis, her fingertips lightly brushing his short, curly pubic hair while her other hand began to stroke him. Her blowjob was soft, wet and warm. Tyler’s toes curled inside his sneakers when she took him inside her mouth for the first time. The sensation started at the tip of his penis, then moved down along his shaft as her soft, pretty tongue wrapped itself around it, teasing him relentlessly, until finally he could feel the pleasure deep inside his balls as her mouth engulfed the entirety of his manhood and sucked him into a state he had never known before.

With his pants pulled down around his ankles, Mrs. Moriarty placed her hands on Tyler’s thighs and sucked him off with passionate determination as her tits bounced jubilantly in the warm, sugar cookie-scented air of the kitchen.

Tyler closed his eyes, dropped his head back, and gripped the doorframe as Mrs. Moriarty’s tongue worked it’s magic on his johnson. This was no high school blowjob from Daisy Forthright. Mrs. Moriarty was an incredible woman whose mouth did incredible things. With no hands, Tyler could feel his balls being coaxed by Mrs. Moriarty’s mouth alone — her soft, pouty lips and her warm tongue were all that were necessary to crack his young nuts.

“Mrs. Moriarty,” Tyler moaned. “This feels so good.”

Mrs. Moriarty let out a moan of pleasure but never allowed Tyler’s cock to leave her mouth. She sucked unwaveringly, eager to stuff more of his sausage down her throat.

Tyler brought his hands to the sides of her head and held her against his groin. Eager to please him, she slowly began to deep throat. Inch by inch, she swallowed more of his cock. Tyler’s eyes widened like saucers as he watched his dick disappear completely into Mrs. Moriarty’s hungry mouth. The steamy wetness of her throat sent Tyler into a fury as his cock slid further down inside of her. Finally, when his pelvis was completely flush against her face, his balls pressing firmly against her chin, he gave a tiny thrust. Mrs. Moriarty winced, and swallowed hard.

Tyler pulled his dick from her mouth and Mrs. Moriarty gasped for air. As she regained herself, she placed a gentle hand on this throbbing cock.

“Tyler, you’ve gotten so big,” Mrs. Moriarty whispered as she used one hand to stroke him and gave his dick slit a soft lick. Tyler watched as her tongue lapped up the small bead of pre-cum that oozed from his cock.

Tyler’s balls were hot, and ready to nut. Would she make him bust on her face — streak her pretty complexion with his thick white gunk. Or maybe she’d let him go on her tits? How he’d love to coat those incredible cans of hers with his seed. But, of course, better yet, if this surreal dream could keep on going, maybe she was hungry for it. Maybe she would let him ejaculate in her mouth. He could unload his balls while she continued to suck him, pulling everything out, his sperm splashing against her tongue, pooling in her mouth, and she would greedily swallow his load with giddy satisfaction.

Tyler aksaray escort couldn’t help but flash a boyish smile at her as she looked up at him as she slowly, sensually traced her tongue along his overheated rod. Her tongue swirled and danced along his veiny, rigid flesh, taking up more of the pre-cum that oozed from his slit. The kitchen was obnoxiously warm from the oven. The sweat forming on his chest and body made him glisten. Mrs. Moriarty must have like it as he noticed her eyes pouring over his body, his muscles, as she sucked his cock. She ran her hands over his body, up his chest and along his sides as her mouth continued to slobber on his hard-on. She began to focus on the head and moved her moist lips back and forth over his ridge, the helmut popping from her mouth as she pulled back. Tyler’s eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

Finally, Mrs. Moriarty spoke. “Tyler,” she whispered softly. “I want you inside of me.”

Tyler looked down at her, gazed into her deep, beautiful eyes as he grazed her cheek with his finger. “Of course, Mrs. Moriarty, anything you want.” Tyler couldn’t believe this was happening.

Mrs. Moriarty got to her feet and bent herself over the tabletop. “But be gentle with me.”

Tyler kicked off his sneakers, wriggled his ankles out of his pants and walked over to her, his cock swinging mightily. He soaked the sight of her in. Mrs. Moriarty’s smooth, tight, flawless body bent over the kitchen table, eager, desperate to be dominated by him excited him beyond anything he ever knew before. She was his for the taking. He brought his hands to the small of her back. She was warm, soft and delicate. Fresh and pure, but completely uninhibited. His hands moved over her body. As he rested one hand on her hip, he brought the other to her breast. He squeezed the soft, milky flesh. She was a true temptress with her long legs, her little waist, her cute tiny, little pussy, and her gorgeous, voluptuous tits. Tyler’s mouth watered for her flesh. His hand released from her tit and began to explore her neither region.

Mrs. Moriarty relaxed and a soft sigh escaped from her as Tyler’s fingers graced the tender lips of her pussy. She quivered. Tyler rubbed her lips gently. His cock bobbed between his legs as his hands explored her body, feeling the tight crevice of her femininity.

Tyler took back his fingers and moistened them in his mouth. For a brief moment he thought he could taste the subtle, but sweetly intoxicating taste of Mrs. Moriarty’s pussy – a Christmas cookie. He brought his wet fingers to her slit, and slowly, he inserted them deep within her. Mrs. Moriarty moaned with pleasure.

Tyler was enchanted with how warm and moist her cunt was. He allowed his fingers to play inside her, but all the while could only think of how amazing her pussy would feel on his prick.

Using a dominance he never knew he had, he turned Mrs. Moriarty around to face him and gazed into her eyes. In their locked stare, they both knew it was time. He was going to fuck her. He leaned in, over her, placing a strong arm around her waist, as Mrs. Moriarty moved herself back onto the kitchen table. Over the dozens of decorated Christmas cookies, Tyler placed Mrs. Moriarty down. She looked at him, a sexual hunger in her eyes, as she parted her legs, tempting him with her soft, wet femininity.

Tyler licked his lips and leaned over her, the tip of his dick gently kissing her rosebud. Mrs. Moriarty placed her hands along Tyler’s biceps. “Tyler, you’ve gotten so big, so strong. Be gentle with me.”

Tyler brought his hand back and placed it on his penis. He was primed and ready. Guiding himself in, he entered Mrs. Moriarty. Against the frigid cold from the winter outside, her pussy was like a warm summer day. Tyler closed his eyes from the ecstasy. Her delicate insides massaged his fuck pole, inviting him in further. Mrs. Moriarty moaned when Tyler filled her to his hilt. She reached for him, grabbing his thighs as he filled her with his manhood. Tyler nearly quivered at her touch, at her need to hold on to him.

Slowly, Tyler retracted from her, pulling the length of his cock from Mrs. Moriarty’s vagina. His dick was wet, moist from her pussy juices. Mrs. Moriarty moaned. “More, Tyler, give me more.”

Tyler flashed his boyish smile to Mrs. Moriarty. “Yes, ma’am.”

And slowly, but forcefully, he glided his dick back into her waiting crevice. Mrs. Moriarty was at the mercy of Tyler, lying there on the kitchen table, her legs parted, her soft tits splayed before him, bouncing with each primal thrust. Using one hand on the table to steady himself while the other held her ankle in the air, Tyler drove himself deeper inside of her.

“Does this feel good, Mrs. Moriarty?” Tyler asked as he thrust gently.

“Yes, Tyler,” she replied. “It feels very good.”

Tyler increased his rhythm, driving himself deeper into her pussy. He grabbed her tit and squeezed it playfully as the other bounced and bobbed freely. His head began to swim as she explored his body with her hands; he knew he was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. He was an unbridled young stallion, the man who could take care of her sexual needs, and give her the fucking she so desperately needed. Any insecurities or inhibitions he had when he entered Mrs. Moriarty’s kitchen had fallen away from him. Now, on top of her, his masculinity untethered, he dominated her.

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One thousand four hundred forty-three words. That was all he needed to reach the lofty goal of fifty thousand words written in the month of November. It was his first attempt at this NaNoWriMo contest, and while he was twelve days ahead of pace and had thirteen days in which to complete what would for him be a very unprecedented feat in his “career” of writing erotica, he needed those final few words. He was less than three percent away from reaching the goal.

…but the muse had fled him.

He had twenty stories already completed for his NaNoWriMo anthology. He had plenty of ideas for other stories listed in an Excel file, but for some reason, none of those ideas truly appealed to him. He had had an idea for a story earlier in the evening, but that story would have required such a change of tone from what he would typically write that he had abandoned that concept after barely three hundred words, recognizing that to write any more on that particular story would be a wasted effort.

Earlier in the day, he had joked in his blog that the muse had finally returned following a day in which he had written only a single paragraph, and that with the return of the muse he had collared her and leashed her to a bedpost with her ankles and her wrists each in sturdy leather cuffs, and a large plug in her ass.

If only that had been the case, then she would still be there, ready to inspire him with story ideas that practically wrote themselves and simply borrowed his laptops and his fingertips for a few hours per day.

He fretted. He paced. He worried. He groaned. He was almost certain that his sore throat had somehow been caused by the muse’s sudden departure.

He looked around his apartment for inspiration in the muse’s absence. The anime collection, including a small number of hentai DVDs, did not provide any new ideas, not even any ideas for erotic fan fiction. The numerous figurines and statuettes of anime and anime-style women in a variety of poses and situations also failed atakent escort to provide him with the required inspiration. Looking through the many images on his external hard drive also did not bring to mind any new compelling ideas for one final story to help him reach that fifty thousand word threshold.

A dog barked outside, yet that would not trigger a story idea. The refrigerator hum reached his ears, but without the presence of the muse, that background noise was purely background noise. Printed pictures of a few very close friends were on the walls, but those pictures also failed to inspire any story ideas. A helicopter flew very low overhead, which for the time of night indicated a police helicopter searching for a person or a group, yet thoughts of searching also failed to produce an idea for a final story for the NaNoWriMo anthology.

Smacking himself in the forehead for not thinking of this any sooner, he went to the bedroom closet and rummaged through the two boxes of floggers, restraints, lubes, plugs, vibrators, and beads, yet still, none of them inspired any stories.

Exasperated, he sat at the main laptop once again, staring at a blank Word document, hoping against hope that he might be able to cross the fifty thousand word threshold in the final ninety minutes before today was suddenly transformed into tomorrow.

And then he heard it: a soft feminine whimper coming from the bedroom.

Curiously, cautiously, he rose from the ottoman and peered around the corner, looking into the bedroom, believing that he had simply imagined that soft feminine sound.

…and instead, he saw a soft feminine form.

She was fairly short of height, with skin so pale that he wondered if she had ever been bathed in daylight. Her lengthy auburn mane had been pulled back into a ponytail held in place by a large pink ribbon tied into a bow. She was fully nude, each of her smallish breasts dotted with a prominent ataköy escort nipple being painfully tortured by a silver Japanese clover clamp. A large pink ball gag filled her mouth, stretching her painted lips and causing her to drool down her cheek and onto the carpet. Resting on her side on the floor with her wrists cuffed behind her and her ankles tied together with a sturdy thick black rope, he did not know how she came to be there, but he knew exactly who she was.

She was collared and leashed, with the guiding end of the leash having been tied into a secure knot around a sturdy bedpost. She was his muse, personified.

While they conveyed the pain throbbing in her nipples, her large brown eyes were bright and full of hope.

The eyes gave him hope. She gave him hope.

She gave him inspiration.

His muse had returned, taking the form his strange mind had jokingly concocted earlier in the day, and she inspired him.

She inspired him to use her, and not just for a story.

She watched, fascinated as he began to undress. He had not been wearing much: flannel shirt, sweatpants, underwear. It did not take long to render himself bare before her, and while her eyes spoke of the throbbing pain in her nipples and the general discomfort from her awkward position, her large brown orbs pleaded silently as she watched him slowly stroke myself while leaning back against a wall.

She watched him, and he watched her. Her presence inspired his arousal, and soon it was time.

He moved between her and the bed, and that was the first time he was in the proper position to see it:

There was a baby blue plug in her ass.

Without a doubt, she was the embodiment of his muse.

He had to push her forward, away from the bed, so that he had enough room to take his place behind her. It was a fitting place to be, for the muse inspires the idea, the muse comes before the writer.

He bent her atalar escort legs, forcing her knees toward her clamped breasts, and for the first time he saw her barren sex glistening in the light of the lamp atop the dresser. He had barely touched her, and he had not even kissed her, yet she was somehow already rather wet.

She was indeed his muse.

He positioned himself, ready to enter her, but instead he teased her, brushing the tip of his manhood along and between the folds of her sex. The muse whimpered again, but not so softly. Her hands fidgeted in the cuffs, her fingers stroking his stomach.

Swiftly, he embedded myself within his muse, and he was thankful for the gag so as not to unduly surprise the neighbors in the surrounding apartments. The dual penetration must have triggered something deep within her, because even when he stilled himself fully within her, she moaned around the ball gag for quite some time as her wet body clutched at him.

He took his time, enjoying his muse, attempting with each slow thrust to reach the core of inspiration inside her. With one hand he pulled on her ponytail, adding more pain to her experience to satisfy the sadist lurking within him, while his free hand roamed the front of her body. His ears reveled in the sounds leaking around the pink ball gag while his mind reveled in the ideas seeping from her pores.

Somehow, it did not seem fitting to end this most unexpected coupling inside her. His muse did not seem amused that he had not brought her to climax, but even that inspired yet another story while he straddled her as she reposed on her side, bound and gagged, the pain in her nipples mirrored in her eyes. She had offered herself to him to inspire him, and it had worked, and it seemed only fair to thank the muse by giving himself to her, streaking her face and her hair with his great appreciation. For the briefest of moments, he closed his eyes to savor the orgasm she had inspired with her body.

…and when he opened his eyes again, she was gone.

The only sign she had been on the floor of the bedroom was the damp carpet from where they had joined.

The muse had once again left him alone, but this time, she had left him a gift: ideas. The first of the ideas was to write about having met her in person, so that perhaps she might return to him again one day.

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(For readers outside Australia, a few notes: University = College. Colleges are the residential halls attached to Universities. Uni usually begins around the beginning of March. Mobile = Cell Phone. Summer begins on December 1. Chips = potato crisps, unless they are hot and then they = French Fries. Bathers have different names even in Australia = togs = swimmers = board shorts for swimming.)

In this series I have explored some of the life of ‘Mr D’ Married at 19 to Debbie, who at that time already had a three year old daughter, Sarah. When Debbie died the teenager next door helped with babysitting and, after she had turned 18 and her parents moved away, Rachel moved in with Mr D and Sarah. Lots of fun was had between Rachel and Mr D but when Rachel went to Uni she got into drugs and that was the end of that. When Sarah was 12 Mr D hooked up with her grade 7 teacher, Karen. They married but just after their third wedding anniversary she was killed in a plane crash. This story picks up about a year later. At the time of writing Sarah is now 18.

…

“Just get your shit together.” With any other woman I would have just told her to ‘Fuck off’. But I don’t speak like that to my daughter, ok, step-daughter. Doesn’t matter. I don’t speak to her like that. But I was not happy.

Sarah continued. “Dad. Please. I miss Karen too.” Tears again at the mention of her name. Fuck.

Sarah had come into my room to find out why I wasn’t up and around yet. Today she and two of her friends were heading off on a long holiday before they started Uni in the new year. She had to be at the airport in … I rolled over and looked at the clock … Fuck. She had to be there in an hour.

“Ok. Sorry darling. Just give me a minute to have a shower. Could you please make me a coffee. Strong. I will be ready in time. I promise.”

Sarah gave me a sad look. Until 12 months ago the words ‘I promise’ were cast iron guarantee that what I had said would happen. Since Karen died and I went on an almost continuous bender I had not been as reliable. Be honest. I had been a shit dad this past 12 months. And that mattered more because it was Sarah’s last year of secondary school. Through the haze I did notice that she was also grieving but I was wallowing in self-pity too much.

Sarah grieved. But she had her closest friends to support her and she got up out of the hole. She was very smart. Brilliant actually. She had aced her exams I am sure. The results would not be out for a few weeks but I was sure that she would get into Medicine. My brilliant daughter. Step-daughter.

The cold shower helped a bit. The strong coffee (woah that was strong!) zapped my brain a bit more. Sarah had her rucksack and a smaller carry bag all ready by the front door. With just enough time we finally got out to the car. Sitting in the driveway was my bright red BMW Series 8 soft top. I did have an AUDI soft top but got rid of that after Karen died. Too many memories of her in that car.

Sarah looked at me with concern. “Dad, are you ok to drive?” How long does alcohol stay in the system? I said I was fine, but probably wasn’t. I hoped we didn’t get pulled over on the way there. She would miss her flight.

At the airport we met up with Sarah’s two friends and their parents. Eugenie had been Sarah’s best friend all the way through 12 years of school. She and her mother shared flaming red hair and Eugenie had been named after one of the daughters of Sarah Ferguson (who used to be married to Prince Andrew – good call getting away from him!!). The Brit mother and daughter both also have red hair. The titan mother and daughter standing before me were both striking women. Tall and elegant and very sexy. In the past that would have stirred me up in lots of ways but the booze had put a dampening edge on everything in my life, including my sex drive.

The other part of Sarah’s trio of friends was Cheryl. She had only come to the school for the final two years, having moved down from the Kimberley region up north where her parents ran a cattle station. While Eugenie was tall and stood out among the crowd Cheryl was so much shorter that at first I had not seen her. Her mousey brown hair was cut in a short bob, as she always wore it. She had grown up on the cattle station and she was extremely fit. Very cute too. The quintessential pocket rocket.

Sarah’s friends were both gorgeous really but Sarah, my Sarah was the most striking of the three. Not only was she brilliant (did I mention that already?) but she was bubbly and outgoing and flamboyant and her golden blond hair was straight out of the pages of Cosmo (Cosmopolitan – one of those Women’s Magazines). She had grown into a confident vivacious young woman and I was proud of her (isn’t that obvious!).

Sarah turned 18 during the year, just after Cheryl. So the shortest was the oldest. Just. And the tallest, Eugenie, was still 17 but would have her 18th birthday while they were away. Her parents had seriously resisted şerifali escort the idea of the trip on that basis. Not that they thought Eugenie’s behaviour would really be any different before or after her 18th birthday. It was that they wanted to be able to celebrate with her. Finally they had agreed on a joint graduation party (which happened last week) to be followed by a big birthday celebration for Eugenie when the girls returned.

All three were very smart and had done well in their studies. After school finished they had joined lots of their classmates on Rotto for Schoolies. For those who don’t know Perth and Western Australia Rotto is Rottnest Island, named that because the early Dutch explorers say the small animals which they thought were rats but we call them Quokkas. Schoolies is a wild celebration that lots of students indulge in after they finish their secondary school and year 12. Most parents don’t want to know what actually happens there. The three girls all returned alive, in one piece, deeply tanned and looking very tired when the Freo Cat (Fremantle Catamaran) dropped them back onto the mainland. I did ask. Sarah would only smile and say “We had a wonderful time,” then find something else to distract me, like talking about South America.

The girls were off to South America. They had planned an amazing trip. They were going to Machu Picchu up in the mountains in Peru. They were going to see the Iguazu Falls (The Mission had long been one of my favourite movies and I wanted to go there some day). They would travel down to the Tierra del Fuego, the Land of Fire at the southern tip of that continent. These are all places that I had wanted to experience. But the planning for that had been part of what I had shared with Karen. So all overseas travel was on hold for me.

When Sarah told me that she and her friends were planning this trip I wasn’t happy. She was old enough, perhaps, and so long as she was not going to be alone I hoped that they would together be more responsible than they were sometimes. Sarah had a good head on her shoulders and she was doing the organising. It was the flight. I had not stepped into an aircraft since Karen died in one. I even got the jitters when driving close to the airport. But Sarah had processed her own grief, better than I had. As she said to me, “Dad, you cant live driven by fear.” Ouch. I really did need to get my shit together, as she had said.

We waved the girls through to the customs area where they would have another couple of hours before boarding the flight. Sarah had worked out that they could fly west, up to London then down again to Rio de Janeiro cheaper than going directly east over Australia then over the Pacific. Not that money was an issue. Even with me in meltdown my business was doing well. And there had been the payout from insurance and the airline for Karen’s untimely, tragic death. So they were all flying Business Class. I think actually there was some reason that Eugenie had wanted to stop off in London for a couple of days. Something to do with a boy there … but I wasn’t asking more and thankfully her parents didn’t question the route they were taking to get to South America.

I didn’t stay to watch the plane take off. Karen’s doomed flight had dropped into the sea only minutes after take-off and I know that watching the plane containing the girls take off would have put me into a flat spin. I went home and the place felt suddenly so empty, lonely, grey. It was empty. I was on my own now for a couple of months.

Sarah had, with her usual efficiency, cleaned up everything. The house was spotless and clean and even smelled clean. Until I opened my bedroom door that was. She had told me to look after my own space. But I hadn’t. The smell which oozed out when I opened the door was awful. A noxious miasma of stale sheets, vomit not completely cleaned up properly, stale booze, barely cleaned bathroom.

I sat on the bed for a while with my head in my hands and Sarah’s words kept rolling in my mind. “You have to get your shit together.” So I did. I stripped the bed and bundled every bit of linen from my bedroom and bathroom into the laundry to get it purged from my laziness. I threw open the curtains and the windows which made some difference to the still overwhelmingly depressing smell.

The bathroom got scrubbed until it gleamed and the taps sparkled. The carpet got shampooed, especially those stains beside the bed where I had not made it even to the bathroom after one of my more excessive drinking bouts. Disgusting. When I checked the recycling bin even I was surprised how many bottles had accumulated in the past two weeks since that rubbish was collected. Then I realised it was only one week. Today was green rubbish and next week was recycling collection. Shit. More shame.

Everywhere else in the house had been treated with Sarah’s enthusiastic attention and so it was all clean. It was only my silivri escort space in which she had left me to wallow. I did check her bedroom though, just to make sure that lights were off and everything was unplugged. Propped against the covered pillows on her neatly made bed was an envelope marked ‘Dad’. What was this??

I took the envelope out to the lounge, closing her door to seal in her privacy, even though she was not there. My immediate thought was that I needed a drink, just a finger or two of scotch, in case this was bad news or too much criticism to bear. Thankfully I resisted that thought.

Inside the envelope was a beautiful letter which brought me to tears. Sarah told me how much she loved me, how much she cared, how much her heart had broken watching me slump into such despair over this past year. She thanked me for caring for her across all these years. She never knew her real dad and barely remembered her mum. I had been her stable parent through almost all of her life. Until Karen. She had truly loved Karen too. She told me that she and Karen had talked about me. This was news.

They had shared their love for me and that they were both worried that if something happened to either of them then they knew I would not cope well. How right they were! She told me that they had both promised to look after me if anything happened. I had no premonitions of the tragedy which actually occurred. Did they? I didn’t know. And hey, I was supposed to be the one looking after them!!

That letter ended up soaked with tears and, even though it was now an even greater temptation, I resisted reaching for a bottle. After the tears I shook myself again. The physical clean up was going to be just the beginning. When I stepped into our home gym and tried to work out a bit I realised how slack I had been. I was a mess in every way and after only 5 minutes on the rower I was stuffed. I seriously needed to get my shit together.

So the new regime began. Having our own pool I included laps there into a pattern of exercise, better eating, refocussing on work (where I had been missed, though thankfully my partner had kept things going well) and I even booked in for a couple of sessions for counselling. The counsellor was cute. Very cute. But when I tried hitting on her as my recovering health and lower blood alcohol level gave rise to my libido she was very firm with me. If I was going to be able to offer any woman anything I needed to, as Sarah had told me (I told the counsellor what she had said), ‘get my shit together’. Anyway she was taken and to hook up with me would be professionally inappropriate.

I was pissed off when she rebuffed me, though I then did realise that she was exactly right in every way. At the end of our third session I thanked her, for everything including her integrity. We did hug briefly and she wished me well as I continued to find my way up and out. I knew what she meant. I was still on the way up. The sessions had helped but now I needed to regain myself.

The first news about some international health scare began to ripple across news media. At first I was not worried. This was happening in China and the girls were in South America. They were safe. I had Facetimed a few times when they got decent internet. They were having a great time and were still safe and I should not worry. Sarah was very impressed when I told her about the counselling and getting myself together.

The news avoid COVID-19 got worse. It spread to other places in Asia and Europe and Australia began to talk about lockdowns. I contacted the Australian Embassy in Argentina, where the girls were at that time, and made sure they were aware of Sarah and the others as Australians in the area. Some people were beginning to be brought back on special flights. When the girls called next they had heard the news. Eugenie and Cheryl were not worried too much but Sarah, typical Sarah, had been researching carefully and she could see this was serious. “Dad, what should we do?”

“Come home. Please. I know that it means cutting off the last two weeks of your trip but please come home. There is talk about stopping flights and closing the borders. Please come home.”

Eugenie and Cheryl took some convincing but Sarah talked them around. Part of the benefit of having money is that it means you can get what you want faster, sometimes. The business class tickets were all booked so I upgraded their round-the-world tickets for the last legs to First Class. That at least got a smile out of Eugenie! They flew across the Pacific and three days later landed in Perth.

By the time they arrived restrictions were in place. Any arrivals from overseas were being forced into quarantine for at least two weeks. I talked with the parents of the other girls and we decided on a practical solution. Cheryl’s parents were up north on a cattle station. Well isolated but if there were any actual health concerns şirinevler escort then proper medical care was too far away. Eugenie’s parents were actually in Europe themselves and they were not sure when and how they were going to be getting back. Eugenie’s dad was working for a scientific institute in Germany and if he left early then it would compromise the research they were doing. So they were stuck over there.

I offered for the girls to all stay with me. They could be in quarantine together. We had plenty of space. They could each have a room. There was a bathroom between Sarah’s room and the room Eugenie stayed in when she slept over. That had been Rachel’s room, but a lot of mixed memories there! Cheryl could stay in the other bedroom and there was another guest bathroom as well.

The house and the surrounding block were large and also surrounded by high walls. We had a large pool and plenty of space. Quarantining the girls here would be easy. So I thought. I would even stock up and we could order take-away to be delivered if we wanted so I would be in lock-down with them, making the quarantine safer for everyone. They all agreed.

I registered our arrangement with the department which was covering the quarantine restrictions and they also agreed. When the girls arrived on their flight they came out of customs all wearing masks and were moved quickly to where I had the car waiting nearby to the terminal. This was all so scary really. As soon as Sarah saw me she rushed up and threw her arms around me and there were tears on both sides. The other girls also looked a bit frightened with all of the precautions.

Once locked in at home I let the girls settle into their rooms while I put together some lunch. I was a little surprised though when they all appeared wearing extremely skimpy clothes. They had all arrived from the plane in their jeans, shirts and hiking boots with their rucksacks over their shoulders. Under the very thin tiny cotton tops they had all put on I could see that they were all in bikinis. I suppose it was a warm summer day in Perth. And the pool did look very inviting.

We ate and I tried, but failed, not to look too much at Eugenie’s breasts which were pressing against the top which was several sizes too small. I was actually very struck by how sexy all three girls looked, even Sarah. Since it is best to wait a while between eating and swimming, after lunch, while I tidied up, the girls all went to lie and sunbathe for a while.

I went out a little while later with drinks and noticed that all three were lying on their fronts. They had ditched the tops and tiny shorts and the bikini tops were all untied. Sarah’s bikini bottoms were tiny but my eyes were immediately drawn to the exposed bum cheeks of the other two girls. Both had thong bikinis which meant that there was just a string running around their waists and a string running up between the cheeks to connect with what was probably a very small triangle of cloth, currently out of sight beneath their bodies. They were lying there effectively naked.

I put the drinks on a table nearby the pool sofas on which they were lying and quickly retreated inside. They only realised I was there when I was nearly at the back door and I called out “Make sure you use plenty of sunscreen!”

Before I got through the door I did hear both Eugenie’s reply “You could help with that if you want!” …

And Sarah’s rebuke “Behave yourself Genie. Back in your bottle.”

That was an old joke we had all shared. Ages ago there was a show on TV called ‘I dream of Genie’ and that sexy girl popped in and out of a bottle (rather than a lamp as in the Aladdin stories). Whenever Eugenie did something even more outrageous than usual Sarah would tell her to get ‘back in her bottle’.

There was another twist to that. When they discovered that, in Greek, the letters EU at the beginning of a word meant ‘good’ (as in the distinctively Australian trees Eucalyptus, which means ‘good cover’ as in the cover over the flower buds), the girls started joking that she was Eugenie when she was behaving and just ‘Genie’ when she was not. Which seemed to me to be a lot of the time. I was beginning to think this quarantine time would be much harder than I had expected.

My business was in home security. Alarms and cameras and monitoring and all the things that made people feel safe. In these days when there seems to be an increase in crime in many places our business was in high demand. Our success didn’t just come from the high demand but we also gave a very good quality product. I had our whole house covered thoroughly, even all the rooms. I had the external cameras at the front and those which looked out towards the high walls in the back yard connected to our company monitoring system. That way if anyone tried to break in they would also be aware.

All the other cameras were completely ‘in house’. I didn’t have any cameras in the bathrooms. That would be too much. But I did have them in all the bedrooms and all the other main rooms. Hen Sarah was very young I had used the camera in her room as a sort of baby monitor, just to be reassured that she was safe. Actually those cameras inside the house had mostly been switched off, remotely, for ages. Only the lounge, kitchen and my study were ‘live’ on my computer in the system.

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She felt a twinge of girlish joy as she let her hand drop from the lock on the door. Before she joined him at the edge of the bed, she slid the cami off over her head and threw it on the pile with the rest. Her panties would just have to wait, as they had ended up on the other side of the room.

With both of them naked, she was sure the groping and kissing would take on a whole new level. When she was back at his side, he didn’t pounce onto her as she had expected. Instead, he ran a single fingertip down her stomach and began to play with her clit, rubbing it gently and carefully.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, not looking up but instead seeming to say it right to her belly. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Your smile was driving me crazy.”

“Mutual,” was the only word she could say, and even that wavered in a moan that pushed its way out of her mouth when his fingers probed deeper. This time it really was his fingers, not just her own in a fantasy’s disguise.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking them dry of her juices. He sighed in delight and bent to lay her down on her back. In moments, his face was between her spread legs, lapping at her relentlessly. The sudden aggression of it startled her, and she had to arch her back against the wave of pleasure that slammed up into her brain. His tongue was running in circles, then straight up and down, then wiggling into her as his hot breath came in bursts against her. She knew it was early on, but she was already gripping handfuls of bedspread trying to resist an orgasm.

He felt her happy struggles and kissed his way up to her stomach, pausing only to fill her belly button with his tongue briefly, making her gasp in surprise. She could smell herself on his breath as he kissed up between her breasts and pushed them together with his hands, admiring them. After a few slow circles around both nipples with his tongue, he tuzla escort bit down softly on the left one, just as she had imagined he would. Her right breast was being caressed while her left nipple was sucked and teased into a throbbing ecstasy.

“Oh, God…” she moaned, wanting him to know the extreme effect he was having on her.

“Your red sweater…” he said between licks, “It made your tits look so amazing. I just wanted to reach up and grip one under that mistletoe.”

“Yeah…” she gulped, catching her breath. “I was hoping you would.”

His eyes smiled as he continued to dine on her breasts, squeezing them and moving them around as he used his lips, tongue, and teeth to make her squirm.

“You have no idea…” he began, trailing off.

“Of what?” she asked, thinking he meant she had no idea how much he had wanted to grip one of her breasts.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now,” he answered, pushing apart her thighs forcefully with his knees. She let out a well-rehearsed moan as he took his throbbing cock in his hand, lining it up with her slick, dripping slit. He rubbed the head slowly through her cleft of juices, leaning his head back in pleasure as she soaked him. She knew it was time.

“Take me,” she said sweetly, knowing it was just what he wanted to hear. In the moment of pleasant shock that showed on his face, hearing her utter those words, she finished her request… “but let me be on top. I’ve been melting all day thinking of riding your thick cock.”

Her words were making him lose his mind, and she knew it. In seconds, she had been rolled over and pulled on top of him, where she had been earlier with a towel between them. Her hand trailed down his stomach and gripped his swelled penis, which was now covered in a slippery layer of her own fluid. His hands were on her breasts again, ucuz escort kneading them lovingly. She lined him up with her again, clenching her inner muscles as she pressed the head of his dick into her. He was amazingly thick, and there was nothing in the world that could possibly stop her from wanting all of him. She let gravity assist her as she slid down his cock, letting it fill her up. It seemed to be pushing deep into her gut as she settled down, grinding and rocking against him as his whole cock disappeared inside her. His hands slid down her body and circled to grip her ass, moving her back up and down again..starting to build a rhythm. His hands firmly took hold of her as he began to thrust up into her, meeting her advances.

She couldn’t even believe the feeling. After a whole day of daydreaming about merely being looked at by this amazing creature, he was under her, gripping her naked ass in his hands and fucking her melting core. She rode him obediently, letting her hands press down on his chest and giving her leverage to grind back and forth on him while he pounded into her from underneath. She could hear his pleasure, and she was quite sure he could hear hers.

She couldn’t help but cum on him twice before she coaxed him to stop.

“Your cum feels amazing,” he said, pinching her nipples with both hands as she slowed her rhythm following the second orgasm. He sucked his lungs full of air when she slid up and off of him, taking her feet at the side of the bed.

“Come over here by the mirror,” she suggested, fondly remembering her centerfold pose. “I want to watch you fuck me from behind.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. She relished the cold, shiny surface of the wood against her nipples as he bent her over the vanity, positioning her face only a little over a foot and a half from the glass of the mirror. He entered her quickly ümraniye escort this time, wasting no time picking up to a dominant speed as he gripped the front of her thighs and drove into her tight hole. She watched his face and his chest muscles in the mirror, loving the way his pleasure showed in his body. She experimented with squeezing his cock in different ways using her inner muscles, and found that squeezing him was doing just as much good for her. At one point, he gave her ass an aggressive slap, groaning with delight when she clenched up reflexively. She could feel him really starting to pulse inside her. He was going to cum soon.

“Cum in my mouth,” she said against the top of the vanity, her words wavering with the rhythm of her moans. He began to fuck her harder, wanting and needing to cum after a whole day of the same sort she had gone through. As soon as she felt him pull out of her all the way, she turned and fell to her knees in front of him.

He forced himself into her mouth, and she had to reach up with two fingers to circle its base and maintain control.

“Your lips are so soft…” he mumbled, nearly incoherently, while she stroked him into a complete frenzy. With one firm hold, he held her still with his shaft in her mouth and tensed up, groaning as he shot his cum into her throat. She swallowed it as it spilled in, creating a suction that made him shiver and moan as he started to thrust into her mouth slowly, winding down from the climax. He wound her hair around his fingers as he pulled himself carefully from her mouth, loving the feel of her lips surrounding the circumference of his spent manhood.

When he took a step back, helping her to her feet, she lost her balance and collapsed against him, feeling how hard his chest muscles were against her soft, smooth skin. She felt the insides of her thighs and the cleft of her ass soaked with her own cum, and could taste his in her mouth. He held her against him as her breathing slowed and she caught her balance once again.

“I hope it was as good as you imagined,” he said quietly- practically right into her ear.

She let go of a little laugh, suddenly overtaken with the image of him stopped in the hallway in his towel, smiling at her. If he only knew.

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My best friend called me to go to some dinner with him for his new job. I agreed because he was new to the area after moving across the country for a job. We had met on line and when he got the job offer to move closer to me, he jumped at it. It was also a job offer of a lifetime. He was doing what he loved and was getting paid well for it.

The night of the dinner he met me at my front door in a tux with two-dozen of my favorite lavender roses. There was a limo waiting into the driveway. He went all out for this event and I was impressed. He was usually a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy, so to see him in a tux was a treat.

We danced all night and being in his arms felt natural. Almost as if I belonged there. During one slow song, he kissed me and it felt right.

We started making out in the limo on the way back to my place because we both had too much to drink. When we got to my place I told him to let the limo go and spend the night with me. tesettürlü escort He agreed and tipped the driver.

As soon as we got in the house we were all over each other. He helped me out of my dress and I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he liked my corset and stockings. I helped him out of his tie and shirt and he carried me up to my bedroom. He put me down on the bed and took the rest of his clothes off except a pair of really sexy black silk boxers. I wondered to myself if he bought them for the occasion. He knew I had a thing for black silk boxers. We kissed and caressed each other. I reached for him and he was hard already. I stroked him lightly and I thought he was going to go out of his mind. He moaned softly and I picked up the pace. He started stroking my clit and I moaned with him. He made me flip over so we could lick each other. I started sucking on him as he started türbanlı escort nibbling on my clit. Waves of pleasure were racking my body as I sucked him harder. I sucked on his balls and he was ready to blow. He wanted us to cum together so he started fingering me with three fingers and I was riding his hand like an animal. I wanted to cum as much as he wanted me to. Fireworks went off in my body as I felt his burning hot juices enter my mouth. I went limp and enjoyed the aftershocks. He rolled over and pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

“I love you”, he said. I looked at him and laughed.

” Yeah right. Mr. Flavor of the week. Tell me another lie.” I said.

“I’m gay.” He said laughing. “Coulda fooled me,” I said laughing harder than him. After that performance, there was no way he could be gay.

We kissed for a bit then he slid down the bed and spread my legs. As “Hotel tüyap escort California” by the Eagle’s played, he licked me until I melted in his mouth. He flicked my nipples until I made him stop. He slid between my legs and slowly entered my soaking wet pussy. He filled me well and every thrust sent me further out of my mind. As he shoved his rock hard cock deeper and deeper into me, I reached down and played with my clit. I moaned with ecstasy as the pressure within me built towards orgasm. I arched my back and met him with every stroke. I could feel his balls harden as I played with them. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder baby. Ohhhh god yes. Don’t stop. Please baby.. FUCK ME.” I screamed. For once in his life he listened to me and I was going nuts.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna blow.” He said.

“Cum inside me. I want to feel it.”

Hot streams of cum filled me as I came with him and my soaking wet pussy milked him for all he was worth. The two of us moaning together as we both came. My entire body starts contracting and chills running down my spine. My body won’t stop convulsing and my mind melts, as he pulls out of me, limp and spent. He rolls over and draws me into his arms, kisses me and tells me that he loves me.

“I love you too baby. I love you too.” I said as I fell asleep dreaming of our next time.

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“I’ll admit it, I’m in a bit of a dry spell,” I said as I shot the basketball.

Airball. Of course.

John laughed at me and caught the ball before it hit the ground. “Just get online, man. It can’t be that hard.” He passes it back to me.

“Easy for you to say! You’ve got Lisa, she seems great and you don’t have to win somebody over from scratch. I’m in a new town, I only know some guys from work and you. Never really been the guy that can swipe a couple times on Tinder and get laid that night.” I shot again and it bounced off the rim.

John rebounded and dribbled the ball back to the 3-point line. “Yeah I feel you, Lisa is awesome and I’m pretty damn lucky to not be single nowadays. You’ll figure it out though, she might be able to hook you up with a friend.”

“Are all her friends as cool as she is? I mean, she has some fucking HOT friends on her instagram, if they can hang like she can then I might beg her to put in a good word.” I had only been roommates with John for about a month, but every time I hung out with him and his girlfriend Lisa I had a great time. She’s got that “one of the guys” type of attitude when she’s with his friends and she’s a lot of fun to be around. Oh and she’s fucking gorgeous, so that helps.

“Oh they can hang. They’re all hot as fuck and they all know it,” John says. He starts smiling and reaches for his phone. “Come here, check this out.”

He shows me the screen and my eyes get wide. I see Lisa with 2 girls I recognize from her instagram, posing like a basic white girl instagram post. Side by side, arms around each others hips with Lisa in the middle, and all 3 of them are fully naked.

“Holy shit, man what the fuck?!” I exclaimed, still staring at his phone.

“Yep, tell me about it. They’re all freaks.”

Good god, I found Lisa gorgeous since the day I met her but I couldn’t have imagined a better body than her actual one. She’s a beautiful brunette, fit frame with full C-cup tits that perk up just perfectly, turning up at the nipples. Trimmed pussy and perfectly tan skin. Her friends have the same body type, same skin color, same trimmed pussies, one blonde and the other brunette, one shorter and one taller.

“Jesus man, you don’t care that I’m looking at your naked girlfriend right now?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, she wants me to show my friends shit like that. She loves it.”

Goddamn, I guess I made the right move when I found John as a roommate online. I looked for a second longer before he put the phone away. The image still burned in my head though, and I had to steal the ball from John just to get my mind off it.

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We finished up and drove home. “Want to watch Wolf of Wall Street tonight?” John asked.

“Hell yeah, I fuckin’ love that movie. I’ll take a shower and then we can start.”

I went and took a shower, still thinking about Lisa and her friends. When I got out of the shower, I put some basketball shorts and a t-shirt on and walked out to the kitchen. John was at the counter pouring his protein into a cup and making some popcorn, and Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table on her phone, scrolling Instagram.

She looked up with a cute smile. “Oh hey! Hope you don’t mind that I came, my girlfriends bailed on me.”

She looked incredible, like she was all dolled up ready to hit the bars. Leather boots on, low cut sleeveless shirt showing off all of her cleavage, and no bra as usual.

“That sucks, ready to be lame with us and watch the ultimate dude movie?” I said, trying to be as casual as I could be, and trying not to picture her without that slutty outfit on.

She perked up. “I cannot wait! I LOVE this movie!” She pulled her bag up from under the table and said “I brought my comfy clothes, we have a little bit of weed, I am ready to RELAX.”

She went into John’s bedroom for a few minutes as John and I went over to get the movie started.

After we sat down with the popcorn, she came out dressed in her “comfy” clothes. She took none of her makeup off, and she was wearing extremely short pajama bottoms that stopped right above the bottom of her butt cheeks. She was also wearing a loose white tanktop that left very little to the imagination. Her perfect tits were swaying with every step she took sancak escort towards us on the couch, and her dark nipples were poking right through the thin fabric.

I tried not to make eye contact but out of the corner of my eye I could tell she had a confident smirk on her face. John must have been right, I bet she loved teasing his friends. She sat in between the two of us and started reaching into the popcorn bowl that John had and ate.

“Let’s fuckin gooo, Leo!” she said as I let out a cheer and John turned on the movie.

Nobody who has ever seen Wolf of Wall Street can resist howling every time Margot Robbie comes on screen. It hasn’t ever happened since the movie came out, she’s way too hot for anybody to handle. At least one of us lets out a gasp or a grunt or an “OH MY GOD” every time she comes into frame.

The legendary scene finally arrives, where Leo is waiting in her apartment as she gets ready. She opens the door to her bedroom, revealing her fully naked body, welcoming Leo to come fuck her.

“FUCK,” John and I said in unison, as Lisa said, “Jesus CHRIST look at that bod!”

I laughed and said, “I literally feel 11 years old watching this movie, still getting boners from just looking at boobs on TV.”

John and Lisa cracked up at that comment, and then Lisa said, “oh my God, really?!”

Still grinning and trying to be funny, I said “Eh, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sporting like a half chub right now.”

John laughed again, but Lisa just kept smiling at me. I got nervous, hoping I didn’t just cross a line. There I was, sitting next to my roommate’s smoking hot half-naked girlfriend whose nude image was still burned into my retinas, and I’m talking about my erection while a naked Margot Robbie is on screen. I know they’re cool and all, but I figured I should pull back a little bit after those comments. And worst of all, I wasn’t lying… I was sporting a half a chub in my basketball shorts, and keeping the conversation sexual probably wasn’t a good strategy for cooling off.

As though she was reading my mind and just wanted to fuck with me, Lisa said, “Honestly, for some weird reason I love it when I know a guy I’m around is hard.”

Oh boy. I had to think twice and make sure I just heard that correctly. I just let out a little nervous giggle, and John let out a little laugh and said, “you weirdo.”

Lisa got animated and explained, “Like, I know what a totally different headspace a guy gets in when his dick gets hard. If I know somebody around me has a boner, I’m immediately fascinated! Like, what is that even like? I’m watching him experience this super private thing that I’ll never fully get. And you’ve just got this fucking…dick…and it’s just growing and getting hard… like right there,” she said as she pointed at my crotch. “I love it.”

Now I’m sitting there and my heart rate is back to where it was when we were playing basketball. Not only was this hottie talking about how much she loves hard dicks, but she’s specifically bringing up this slutty passion of hers referring to MY dick…which was slowly getting harder and harder… and she knew it.

I was silent for another couple seconds too long because I had no idea how to respond, and I was just hoping John would chime in or something would happen in the movie to grab our attention. But instead, Lisa turned right to me and said something different.

“Can I suck it?”

My eyes were like grapefruits in my head. Did she really just say that? Was that a joke? Do I laugh? I looked over at both of them and John was looking at her too. She looked completely sincere.

“Really?” John asked her, way less confused than I thought he would be.

“Come on, it’s not that big of a deal,” Lisa said flippantly.

John looked at her for another second and shrugged. “Whatever, have fun.” He ate some popcorn and turned back to the movie.

Lisa looked back at me, this time with a bit of a smirk and she raised her eyebrows waiting for a response.

“Uh, yeah?” I said, partially waiting for her to point and laugh right in my face.

“Cool!” she said excitedly.

My heart started pounding as she got off the couch and stood in front of me. She looked at sarıyer escort me with a nice, friendly smile that looked oddly platonic. I looked back at her with what must have been the dumbest look I’ve ever had, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

She got on her knees and put her hand over the bulge in my pants. John is still eating popcorn and Leo is on screen behind her fucking someone in his office with Jonah Hill.

She grabbed the outline of my cock and made eye contact with me with a big smile. The room was dark but I could see the gleam from her piercing eyes and I was petrified. She pulled at my waistband and I lifted my butt up so she could pull my pants down.

“Ah, this is the best part!” she said as she grabbed the base my half-hard cock. “That moment where it’s growing and getting thick but hasn’t fully stood up yet. Where it’ll jiggle and fold and bend if I play with it,” she said, laughing as she swung my cock around by the base like a lasso.

That doesn’t last long because her warm hands on my cock made it stiffen up really quickly. “There we go,” she says as her laughs subside. I can’t help but think that my physical relationship with Lisa has just escalated from the occasional hug to her playing with my bare cock in front of John.

She decided to push that relationship further by wasting no time putting her mouth around my cock. She started sucking it at a quick tempo, sending chills up my spine to the back of my head and I could feel my neck getting hot. I glanced over at John, who was half watching the movie and half peaking at her slide her lips up and down my shaft. He looked totally ambivalent about the whole thing.

She started stroking my cock with her hands following her lips with each bob of her head, and her other hand was lightly squeezing my balls with the perfect amount of pressure. She went down deep until she had nearly all of it in her throat and shook her head when I hit her limit. She let out a small grunt before pulling her face off my dick, leaving behind thick strings of spit that she used to jerk me harder.

She laid my dick in her palm and started licking up and down my shaft from the base to the tip.

“This vein is so big!” she said as she flickered her tongue around my vein traveling up the length of my cock.

“Oh whoops,” she said as she got up off her knees, as though she forgot something. She took her tanktop off and tossed it on the ground, revealing those beautiful tits he had been watching all night and imagining ever since they left the gym. She stood there for just a moment while I got to soak in the image, and then she got right back down on her knees and put me back in her mouth.

She moved her mouth down to my balls and started swirling her tongue around my scrotum. She moved her hand around the head of my cock and started rotating her fingers around it. She caught me staring at her tits swinging by my knees and she smiled.

“Go ahead,” she said as she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. It was the perfect size, just big enough to not fit fully in my hand, and her nipples were erect and pressed against my palm. I squeezed her tits and twisted her nipples between my fingers and I could feel her face shudder against my cock.

“Oh God, my nipples are sensitive,” she said, giggling. I squeezed her nipples a little harder and she moaned with my balls in her mouth. Then suddenly John reached over and grabbed her other nipple from around my leg. She moaned so loudly right into my balls that I could feel her warm mouth vibrating, and my whole body shuddered.

“You’re welcome, man,” John said, making us all laugh.

Lisa got up again and pulled her pants off. Of course, she wasn’t wearing any panties. She stood there for a second so that I could admire her perfectly trimmed pussy, lips already glistening.

Now she has both of our full attention as we both stare at her pornstar body. She gives us a second or two longer to soak it in, and then she puts her knee on the outside of mine. She puts her other knee outside my other knee, straddling my body. My cock brushed against her pussy and I could feel her wetness against my skin. Without saying a word, she reached down and grabbed my dick, rubbed it against her sefaköy escort clit a few times, and then sat down all the way onto it.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned as I felt her warm, silky walls close around me. She smiled and started to wiggle her ass in my lap when I was all the way inside her. I looked up and down her amazing body as my cock throbbed inside of her, and I traced my gaze from her pussy to her eyes. When I looked at her face she gave me a devilish grin that drove me wild.

She put her hands on my shoulders and started slowly riding me, lifting her perfect ass up and dropping it back down along the shaft of my cock. I could feel her cheeks jiggle against my balls every time she descended and wished I had a better view of her ass. I grabbed and squeezed her soft, fat ass and she giggled while riding me harder.

She looked down at John while riding my cock and they made eye contact. He smiled at her and she leaned down and gave him a kiss while twerking her sexy ass on my cock. He gave her a spank and she bit her lip and turned back to me.

She looked down at me with a worried face. “Oh shit, can you see the movie?”

I forgot the movie was even on, I couldn’t have given less of a shit about whatever Leo was doing behind her. “Uhh, yeah you’re fine,” I said to get her focus back where it belonged.

“Ok good,” she said, as though it was a genuine concern of hers that she’d be blocking my view of the movie.

She bounced up and down a few more times and then lifted her knees off the couch. She stood up and turned around, showing me that perfect ass I had been wanting a better view of. She bent over, reached back between her legs for my cock, and guided herself down onto it while rubbing her clit with her other hand.

She started riding me facing the screen, and she turned around asked again if I could see alright. I was staring into her asshole as her cheeks parted every time she bounced on my dick, and I just said, “yep, still good.”

She bent over further and started twerking on my cock, keeping her legs still but flexing her butt cheeks so they started clapping. “I can never get this quite right,” she said while she kept trying to look like a rap video chick. I spanked her and said “no you’ve got it down pretty good.” She giggled and thanked me before getting back to riding me normally.

She kept watching the movie and sliding her pussy up and down my cock, sometimes playing with my balls and sometimes sitting in my lap because she was laughing too hard. She fell back into my chest laughing so hard at the infamous country club quaalude scene and her pussy clenched around my shaft with every belly laugh she let out.

As she got back up and started riding me again, I could feel my body tense up. “Uh, I think I’m getting close,” I said to her.

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that,” she said, still riding me. “Just tell me when you need to pull out.”

Hardly a minute later, my leg started quivering. “Oh shit,” I said. She giggled and hopped off of me, dropped to her knees and started jerkign me off. I began shooting cum into the air and the first rope hit her cheek before she aimed me down at her tits, smiling and laughing the whole time. John applauded her as she stroked every drop out of me and she squeezed my cock harder and harder to drain every bit of cum out of me and on to her swinging tits.

She gave one final squeeze up the length of my cock and used her thumb to wipe away the last drop that pushed its way out. “Whew, that was fun!” she said as she got up and leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

She walked over to the kitchen, and I could see her whole body sway and jiggle with each step, with a totally casual attitude and a complete confidence after having just left me sitting there, emptied and spent. She walked to the counter and grabbed a paper towel and she looked back at me, catching me staring at her in disbelief, my mouth stupidly agape.

She wiped off the bit of cum that hit her cheek and puts her finger in her mouth to taste it. “Hmm, not bad but you can do better than that, man!” she said playfully, with that same devilish smirk she drove me wild with earlier. She wiped off her face and tits with the paper towel and came back to the couch and sat naked next to John. He put his arm around her and she curled up into his side, while I laid there with my cock slumped over onto my thigh and still glistening.

“Love you, baby,” she said to John. “Love you too,” he replied.

We finished the rest of the movie, she walked back to John’s bedroom still naked, and I sat there in a daze until I passed out. What a fucking night.

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Moving your hand off my neck you reach down and grab my waist hard getting a firm grip. You don’t feel like being nice anymore. It’s too late for that. You are going to fuck me whether I want it or not. Of course you know I do but it’s a hot thought to think of me not wanting it. Of you having to force yourself upon me in a rape type setting. Of me saying no and you just fucking me anyways. God damn where did that thought come from? You’ve never wanted that before. The idea of forcing someone never crossed your thoughts. You realize that fuck you really must be changing.

I feel your hand grabbing my waist forcefully hard and I just moan. Oh yes I know what stage you are at now. You are at the animalistic stage that I’ve been aching to get you at all night. I know now you will do anything in your power to fuck me even if it means getting a bit rough. The thought of having it rough excites me. I think I’ll play into that.

You hear my moan and you know I’m a sick as you are. God that’s such a fucking turn on. Taking your other hand you quickly sit up and grab my arm pulling it away from your cock. With a growl you look into my eyes and dare me to tell you to stop.

I look into your eyes and know that this is perfect. I won’t stop you from being rough with me. I want it so bad. Don’t you realize it now?

You see the look in my eyes and you know I’m ready to take whatever you can give. Letting your hand move off my arm you reach up and push me backwards onto the bed letting my back land on the bed once again. You then sit up more and slide your body downwards letting your eyes take in the sight before you.

I see you down towards the foot of the bed and I wonder what you have in mind. I’m all for any kind of kinky ideas that you have in store for me.

You stare hungrily at me and know I’m ready for your wild kinkiness. Remembering that there is an unused vibrator sitting on the table outside the room you decide to you are going to use it on me. But that won’t be the only toy you use. Oh no. You know you want me partly helpless so you decide you want to use to blindfold too. That way I’ll have no idea when you are going to fuck me. I just have to lay there and take it all. Getting up off the bed hearing the squeak and thump as your feet hit the floor you let your eyes take one last look at me as you walk towards the door and out of the room.

I squirm on the bed as I watch you walk away. Hmm if you’re going to the other room then I know you have something extra kinky in store for me. The thought makes my pussy throb and ache. I can hardly wait.

Knowing I’m lying on the bed waiting for you with my body all hot and bothered you whistle a tune as you enter the room and walk over to the table. Looking down you see the vibe laying there. You reach down and grab it letting the cool plastic feel good in your hands. As you hold the vibrator you close your eyes and let yourself fantasize of how my body is going to respond once you apply it to my overheated pussy. Of how I’m going to spread my legs wide to the pleasure and how I will call out your name begging for more. Oh yes and knowing at the same time I will be blindfolded unable to know when you will apply more pressure or pull away. That thought alone makes your cock throb and leak precum. Keeping the vibe in your left hand you open your eyes once again and reach down grabbing the blindfold. Tucking it tightly into your right palm you keep whistling a tune as you spin on your heel and turn back towards the room.

I hear your footsteps and I moan happily with excitement. I am so ready for you. So very ready.

You reenter the room and approach the bed once again. Letting your eyes look at my naked body you lick your lips. Taking the vibrator you place it down on the bed.

“Are you ready for me?” you ask

“Yes Kevin I am,” I moan.

“Good. Close your eyes. I don’t want you to see me,” you say.

Knowing I better do as you say I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Oh my this is so exciting.

Seeing I’ve complied with your wish you smile. Yes you love being in control right now. Taking the blindfold into your left hand now you get up off the bed and move up to my face. Reaching down you take your right hand and lift my head off the pillow.

I whimper wondering what you are doing. I think I now but at the same time I don’t.

You hear my whimper and you moan softly as you unfold the blindfold. Holding it firmly in your left hand you let your eyes gaze at me as you bring it down and slide it over my head making sure it’s snug.

I feel something go over my eyes and I can’t tell what it is. All I know is that my arousal has gone from being red hot to delirious. I don’t know how much more I can take.

“Are you comfortable darling?” you ask me.

I am touched that you care. So sweet.

“Yes I am. Please baby touch me. I want you so much,” I say.

“I want you too. I’m so hard,” you say.

I moan at those words. God damn I wish you’d just fuck me already.

Knowing the mecidiyeköy escort blindfold is secure you move away from my face and walk downwards to the end of the bed. Remembering the vibe you reach down, grab it once again, and ease yourself back onto the bed letting your stomach lay flat onto the mattress. Resuming the position you were in while you were eating me out you bring the vibe up to my pussy letting your eyes focus on my puffy pussy lips. Placing the vibe on my clit you watch as my body reacts.

I gasp and grip onto the bed as I feel my own vibe being used on my pussy. Fuck this is so hot. The idea of using it on myself has occured many times but never ever having someone else use it on me. Of course there never has been anyone who has wanted to use it on me. Expect you.

You feel me grip onto the bed and you grin wickedly. Wanting to have more fun with my body you keep your hand on the vibe as you start kissing your way up my body. Needing full access you take your knee and press my legs as wide open as they will go. You then slowly move your mouth upwards letting a set of hungry kisses come into contact with my stomach and then my breasts. Remembering that I like it a bit rough and really wanting to see how far you can go you wonder if you should take a little bite. As much as you are feeling sexually charged you still want to make sure it’s okay. Moving your mouth up off my left breast you quickly replace it with your hand letting your thumb run over my hard nipple as you look up at me.

You catch your breath as your eyes gaze upon the scene before you. You knew blindfolding someone would be sexy but not this damn sexy. Just seeing me laying there, with my body on total full arousal with my nipples rock hard and my pussy throbbing around your hand plus the vibe, has made you completely speechless. Damn this really is the worst time to be at a loss for words.

I feel your hand holding my left breast and I moan thrusting my hips higher into the air. God baby your hand feels so good right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused before. My pussy is on the verge of exploding and my mind is buzzing. I don’t want you to stop. Even after you fuck me. I don’t want you to stop ever pleasuring me. I can hear you holding your breath and I smile. I sense you are trying to tell me something. What I don’t know.

You see my smile and you take a quick deep breath feeling your cock throb between your legs. Okay damnit if you are going to ask me if it’s okay you gotta spill it out. Licking your lips you stay focused.

“Baby I want to bite on your lucious nipples. Is that okay with you?” you ask.

Of course it’s okay. Fuck don’t you know I’d love that. Not really being able to respond with words because of the pleasure and my quickly impending orgasm I just moan my approval.

You hear my moan and you know it’s my way of saying that it’s okay. Keeping your hand steady on my breast you bare your teeth and bend down biting down as you press the vibe harder against my swollen clit. You can feel my juices as they soak your fingers and you know I’m very close to cumming.

I moan loudly as I feel you bite down on my nipple. Sweet Jesus in heaven it hurts so good! I feel my pussy start to throb harder around the vibe and I know I’m cumming for the second time tonight. I wish I could tell you but I can’t. All I can do is ride your hand.

You feel my pussy clenching letting you know that I’m cumming. Needing and craving the taste of my pussy once again you know you gotta move fast. Moving your mouth you let your fingers tweak my nipple as you growl. Getting back down between my legs you know you have no use for the vibe so you toss it aside. Letting your eyes take one look at my throbbing pussy you moan hungrily as you extend your tongue and plant it right on my clit.

I feel your tongue on my clit as I am cumming and without any care for anything at the moment I reach down grabbing onto your head forcing it down. I can’t stop myself. You have done this to me. Can’t you see?

Feeling my hand forcing your head you start licking hard as you taste my orgasmic juices. You are so glad that my legs are wide open right now. Suddenly a naughty thought runs through your mind. You know you have to do this. You know you can’t stop yourself. Knowing you will need both hands you give my nipple one last tweak and a rub. You then slide your hand down my body and place it under my hips. Taking your other hand you do the same thing.

I feel your hands under my hips and I wonder if you are trying to lift me up. The image of you lifting my legs up so you can bury your face enters my mind and i know that’s what you want. Fuck that’s what I want too. So to be so kind and to get your tongue deeper I bend my legs at the knees and help lift my hips upwards which opens my pussy up more.

You feel me helping you out and you are grateful. To show your thankfulness you growl loudly into my pussy as you bury your face. Spreading merter escort your tongue wide you start licking even harder. At the same time you start rubbing your cock up against the mattress ‘fucking’ it giving yourself the pleasure you crave.

I feel the mattress moving and I realize that you are ‘fucking’ it. Oh baby you don’t have to do that. I’m right here. Taking my hands on your head I loosen the grip and just hold you still as I feel my orgasm subsiding.

You sense my orgasm subsiding and you know you don’t really need to go so rough now. You can gently make love to my pussy with your mouth. But you know there’s something you crave to do more. Something that even fucking the mattress isn’t helping. If anything it’s making it worse. You feel yourself torn between eating my sweet pussy all night and between making love. Damn it’s a tough choice. Letting your tongue slow down to a steady licking with the occasional kiss you decide to let me make the choice.

I feel you making love to my pussy and I just smile. You can be so sweet sometimes you know that right? As good as it feels though I really do need your cock inside me though lover. I’ve waited all night and I can’t wait anymore. Knowing I need to let you know I decide to tell you. After all that’s the best way right.

“Oh Kevin fuck me now! I need your big cock inside me!” I say with enthusiasm.

You know you can’t wait to fuck me. You know your cock is leaking pre cum all over this bed. The thoughts of how hard you are going to pound my sweet tight little pussy runs thought your head. You want to feel my pussy open up around you as you slide in. You want to dig your nails into my hips and ass while you pound away hard inside me. You want to push the head of your cock against my cervix each time and hear me cry out. You want to fill me with your big hot load. All these naughty thoughts are running though your head. Letting your eyes focus on my face and then my heaving breasts you moan hungrily.

I hear you moan and I return one of my own. I am so hot and wet right now. All this dirty hot foreplay that we have been doing all night has gotten me so fucking worked up. I ache to feel your cock inside of me. I ache to wrap my legs around your waist or cock them up on your shoulders. I aim to cum on your cock as you explode inside of me. I even long to hold my pussy lips open as you lick out your own creampie. I know I have helped you to become a more wilder man now. I know you will give us both what we need.

Upon hearing my moan you know it’s time now for sure. Moving your mouth away from my pussy you scoot your body off the bed and stand up. Reaching down you take your hard cock into your hand letting your fingers grip onto the base. Oh you are going to fuck me alright. But you want to hear me beg for it first. You want to hear me pleading like the slut I am for your cock.

“So you want me to fuck you huh? How hard do you want it slut? I want to hear you beg me for it. Beg like a little bitch for this cock,” you say.

I hear your wanton words and I shudder. Yes I fucking love when you are playing hard to get. I’m very good at this game. I’ve played it before. I know what you want to hear.

“Please fuck me baby. I need it so bad inside my tight pussy. I am so wet and horny for you right now. What can I do to show you how much I want it?” I beg.

Yes that’s it. You love hearing me ask for it. It turns you on so much and makes you feel more like an animal. Keeping your eyes focused on my entire naked body you decide to up the ante on our little game. You know I’ll do anything to get your cock inside me. You know I would crawl on hands and knees if you asked. Of course you don’t want to go THAT far. At least not tonight. No you know you are just happy just to hear my words. But then you suddenly remember that I just said something about showing you how much I want it. Hmm. That’s much better than words.

Knowing you need to really think this over you turn and step back a bit towards the back of the room. You are not used to having a woman willing to physically show you how much they want your cock. Hell you’d never ever had someone beg for it before. This is all so new to you and you are quite unsure how to go about it. Standing there with cock in hand you start trying to decide how you going to get what you want as you move your gaze from my body to the floor.

I hear your breathing and the sound of your hand handling your cock. I know you have walked away from the bed. I can tell from the way you are reacting that you definitely are not used to this kind of sexual treatment. As wild as I’ve gotten you so far there is still that part of you that is reserved and unsure of what step to take next. It’s fine honestly. I was expecting this. Don’t worry lover I got this. I know I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands. I know something that will show you how much I want your cock deep inside.

Bringing my legs down I let them relax mutlukent escort as I bring my knees up. Licking my lips I reach down finding my pussy with my hands. Taking each outer lip in one hand I slowly start to spread myself open until my fingertips are touching my outer legs. Knowing you are going to like the sight I smile and call out to you.

“Kevin it’s okay. Look over here baby. Mama’s got a surprise for you,” I say.

You hear me call your name and you know you better look. Turning your gaze from the floor you let your eyes focus on the sight before you.

“Oh my god,” you say.

You find you can’t think straight. The sight before you is just too beautiful. Your eyes gaze over with lust and a sense of sexual appreciation for my ability to always come to rescue enters your thoughts. God damn you never ever knew that any woman would go this far to get your cock. You know you can’t ask me to beg anymore. This is way beyond that stage. You know you must give my body what it deserves.

I hear your words and can tell you are blown away. I’m so glad that you like this darling. I wish I could see your face right now but I’m pretty sure you have the ‘deer in headlights’ look on. Wanting to please you more I decide to up the ante just a bit more. Keeping my pussy lips spread wide open I start thrusting my hips and flexing my inner muscles. I want you to see that I mean business about having you deep inside.

Your eyes widen as you see me thrusting my hips. Gripping your cock even harder you know you have to act right now. Sure you’ve being saying that all day but it’s the honest truth now. It’s time to fuck me senseless. Turning back towards the bed you start to re approach as you lick your lips while letting your eyes feast on my open pussy. You know soon you will be buried balls deep inside and the thought excites you.

I hear your footsteps and I smile once again. I knew this would work. The old ‘opening the pussy’ trick. It’s funny on how many years go I learned how to do this. Actually I learned it from watching a porn one day a couple of years back before I even got into this business. I thought it was so hot watching the woman open herself up like a prize for her lover on screen. How he stared at her and how he pounded her pussy so god damn hard. Mmmm yes it was hot. Of course I’ve never gotten to try it on anyone before. You are my first. Of course I know you don’t know that and that’s the whole sexy point.

Quickly re approaching the bed you let go off of your cock as you climb back on. You truly can’t believe that you are about to fuck me. I mean you knew you’d get your cock milked and you’d get to do some playtime. But you had no idea that when you came here this morning that’d you end up fucking the pussy that you have honestly been dreaming about since you first heard my commercial. Hell you can’t lie. Every masturbatory fantasy you have had has been about me for as long as you can remember. So many days and nights you have jacked off thinking about burying your cock deep inside me. And now here you are, naked and hard, about to do just that. Looking down into my eyes you decide to tell me that. You’ve already got me naked and wet so what’s to lose right.

“Can I tell you something? I’ve longed for this moment for so long. Wanting to fuck your tight pussy. You are the basis for all my masturbation fantasies,” you say.

Oh wow I didn’t know that. That is so hot knowing out of all the girls you could be getting off over you chose me. Wow I’m really honored and really turned on by the thought. I just love being your go to girl.

“Wow Kevin that’s so hot. I’m so flattered that you see me that way. But now that you have me here all blindfolded and helpless what do you plan on doing to me?” I ask.

I just love playing this game of cat and mouse. It’s so erotic.

Knowing it’s time for more action and less words you decide to let your body do the speaking for you. Scooting up more on the bed you reach down and grab your cock letting your mind take you to a deep dark place while your eyes glaze over with a hungry lust.

“What do I plan on doing to you? Oh my lovely temptress I plan on fucking this pretty pussy until it’s all red, sore, and full of my hot cum,” you say.

I moan at those words. I know what you plan on doing but still it’s fun to hear it. It helps me gather the visual.

You hear my moan and you growl like a hungry wolf. Letting your body lean forwards a little bit you let your knee brush up against my inner leg as you steady yourself on the bed. You then thrust your hips forward slightly bringing your cock closer to my waiting hole. You love this moment of anticipation and you are sure I do too. There is truly nothing like it.

I feel your knee up against my inner leg and I moan a bit louder realizing where you are. Damnit I really wish I could see you right now. I just bet you look so delicious with your cock in between my legs. But just then a smile appears over my face. How could I have forgotten that I had a camera in this room too? All of this is being recorded so of course I’ll be able to look back and see everything that has happened so far. Maybe even let you see it if things keep going like this. After all I will be keeping you around. Of course you have no idea that we are being watched in here. You knew it was happening out in the main part of the room but not here.

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