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“That will be $21.95,” I said after ringing up his cd.

“Huh? Oh, umm, yeah,” he replied seeming to come out of a trance.

I watched him as he fumbled around in his wallet trying to find a credit card. He was a regular customer and I thought he was adorable. He looked about the same height as me at 5’7″ with close-cropped brown hair, a five o’clock shadow, and small silver rimmed glasses. He looked kind of rugged and smart at the same time. What made him so adorable, though, was that he seemed to painfully shy. I also got good vibes from him but I wasn’t sure if he was interested in me or not.

“Here you go,” he said giving me a Visa card.

I looked at the card catching his name, Damon, before running it through the machine. He looked slightly uncomfortable and fidgety as we waited for his card to approve.

“Just sign at the bottom,” I said after the receipt finished printing. “Is there anything else you need?” I asked as I took his signed slip from him.

“I was wondering if you could tell me your name?” he asked

“Amanda,” I replied smiling.

“That’s a nice name.”

“Thanks” I said giving him the warmest smile I could.

“Anything else?”

“Umm, I was wondering if we could do something sometime, maybe coffee or something like that?”

“I would love too.”

“Uh…you would?” he managed to stammer after a moment of silence.

“How about tonight?” I asked. “My shift ends at eleven, if that’s not too late.”

“No, eleven is okay.”

“Why don’t I stop by your place after I get off work?” I said. The line of customers behind Damon was getting longer and they were looking impatient. I felt like I had to move things along.

“Alright,” he said looking a little shell-shocked. “Um, did you want to go somewhere? I don’t what will be open that late.”

“Maybe you could have an open bottle of wine waiting for me,” I said to him smiling. “I like reds, if that’s okay?”

“That sounds great.”

He scribbled his name and address down on a post-it note I gave him and handed it to me. His place was right around the corner.

“I’ll see you tonight Damon.”

“Okay,” he said heading toward the door.

I felt my heart beating in my chest as he left the store. I was confident I had him. I felt like I had rocked his world in a good way. He was so shy I felt like I had to be aggressive with him. I liked that. It made me feel like I was in control. I had been worked up for the past few days and had not been able to find a release. For the remainder of my shift, my thoughts dwelled on what I wanted to do with him later that night. It seemed that time was against me but the clock finally said 11pm and I was able to leave.

I found his apartment easily. I hoped he did not have any roommates or at least that they would not be there. I knocked on his door with a sense of anticipation.

“Hi,” he said after he opened the door. “Come on in.”

“How’s it going?” I asked. Looking around it was clear he lived alone.

“Just fine.”

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” I asked. “It’s been a long day at work.”

“A shower?” he uttered. “Ugh…Okay. Do you need a towel?”

“That would be great.”

“I opened a bottle of wine” he said eagerly as he pulled a towel out the linen closet for me.

“Good, I can’t wait to have some.”

After he handed me the towel, I went into his bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the water. I took off my clothes and got in the shower enjoying the feeling of warm water flowing over my body. I felt grimy and was glad to get clean. I tried my best not to get my hair wet but it didn’t do any good. After I dried off I walked out with the towel wrapped around me.

“Umm Damon, do you have a shirt or something I could put on. I just can’t make myself get back into my dirty work clothes.”

“Yeah. Sure,” he replied. I was rocking his world all right, after reading his expression. “What kind of shirt would you like?”

“I was thinking something like a button up shirt, you know with the long tails hanging down.”

“Okay. How about this?”

“Perfect,” I replied as he handed me light blue, cotton dress shirt.

I went into the bathroom and put it on making sure to leave a few of the buttons undone. bostancı escort When I came out he was sitting on his couch and I took a seat next to him. He had a bottle of red wine out with two glasses already poured. He handed me one and took one for himself.

We immediately made small talk. He had recently moved up here from Southern California after graduating from UCLA in computer science. He had just taken up a job as a computer programmer in town a few months ago. He also told me that he had been engaged to another woman for most of his years in college. She ended up marrying someone else right before they graduated. He seemed kind of bitter about it but who wouldn’t.

“Was she the only woman you’ve been with?” I asked trying to steer the conversation toward sex. We were each on our second glass of wine and it was clear we were both feeling a little more relaxed.

“No, I mean yes,” he said. “She was the only woman I’ve been with.”

“How was she? You know, in bed,” I asked. He looked offended at first and I thought he might not answer me.

“She was okay I guess. I definitely enjoyed it more than she did. She didn’t like to do it a lot,” he finally answered. “So, I suppose you don’t have a boyfriend?” Damon asked me clearly trying to change the subject.

“Not really,” I replied. “I was kind of seeing someone but I think he’s blowing me off.”

“I can’t believe it,” he said. “He’s got to be the dumbest guy in the world.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you’re one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah right,” I said. “But it’s sweet of you to say.”

At that moment both I leaned a little closer and kissed him, just a little peck on the lips.

“Do you think your guy would mind that you did that?” he asked teasingly.

“As far as I’m concerned he’s not my guy and I don’t really care,” I answered back. “Besides I want to do much more than that.”

“Oh really?”

“Really,” I answered looking into his eyes and kissing him again.

I was all over him. I grabbed at his hair as I drove my tongue into his mouth. It took him a few moments but he was soon kissing me back with equal intensity. I felt his hands on my waist and then my hips. I got the sense he wanted to go further but wasn’t sure if he should. I took care of that problem by grabbing his hand and putting on my bare ass under my shirt.

He tasted good and I could have kissed him for hours but I had too much pent up lust in me. I could feel his erection under his shorts as I ground myself into him. I became possessed with desire.

“You know,” I whispered into his ear as I began kissing his neck. “I’ve been noticing you for awhile now.” I flicked my tongue in his ear making him visibly shiver. “I’ve wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. I’ve imagined you fucking me all day today.”

I slid down his body and came to rest on my knees before him. I pulled down his shorts and looked up at him smiling as I pulled out his cock. He threw his head back in pleasure as I began to stroke it softly. I held it in my hand and studied it. It was nice and straight, and just the right size. I let the anticipation build, wanting take him into my mouth.

I pulled his shorts all the way off while he took his shirt off. He looked magnificent sitting back on the couch naked before me. I put a hand on each of his well-muscled thighs and licked the precum off the tip of his hard cock. I ran my tongue over it savoring the masculine taste. I could feel myself getting even more aroused as I took the flesh of his manhood into my mouth. I made his cock all wet with my saliva. Then took his balls in my hand as I slid my lips over his shaft. I felt his pubic hair tickle my noise as my lips reached the base of his cock. I effortlessly took him all the way in to the back of my throat. I felt like I was in the zone and all that existed was my mouth on his cock. The feeling was exquisite. I lost sense of time and was surprised when I heard him breathing faster and moaning louder. I could not get enough of him.

“Oh my god! You’re good!” I heard him say between labored breaths. “I’ve never felt so good.”

I did not say anything and just looked up at him making eye contact. I slowly büyükçekmece escort moved my fingers off his balls and massaged his scrotum. I moved further down between his legs and let one of my fingertips graze the rim of his asshole. He did not seem to object, so I continued. I stroked the outside of his hole with my finger. Wet with my saliva I inserted my forefinger inside him ever so slowly. His anus seemed to open up for me and I pushed my finger inside. His moaning gained intensity as I gently rotated my finger inside of him.

“Oh god! I’ve never felt anything feel so good” he breathed. “You’re such a nasty girl.”

“Do you like nasty girls?” I asked as I let his cock slip away from my mouth for a moment.

“Oh yes.”

“Good.”

With that I sucked on him with all the effort I could and I put my finger inside his ass as far as it would go while pressing up against his engorged prostate as hard as I could. He exploded right there with bursts of his cum entering my mouth. It was so intense I could not swallow it all and a lot of it dribbled back down on his cock and my hand that was still stroking him. I milked him dry and licked him clean.

After giving him a moment to recover I climbed up next to him. I planted my lips on his and made him taste himself. He did not seemed to mind and kissed me back enthusiastically.

“You are very nasty,” he whispered, as he tasted himself.

“It’s my turn now,” I said smiling. I saw him look at me and he looked petrified.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Umm, yeah. Everything is fine,” he answered smiling. He slid off the couch and we switched positions.

He began kissing the tops of my feet and worked his way up the inside of one of my legs. When he got to the top he went back and started at the bottom of my other leg. When he reached the top again, he unbuttoned my shirt. I sat up and let it fall of my shoulders. He spread my legs slightly and I lifted them up slightly to open myself to him. He began to move in and then stopped.

“I’m sorry,” he exclaimed. “I’ve never done this before and I don’t want to mess it up. I want to make you feel the way you made me feel.” I felt bad for him. He seemed almost in tears.

“It okay,” I assured him. “Just lick around the outside and then gently on my clit,” I told him as I outlined, with my finger, where I wanted him lick to me. “When I’m excited you can gently put a finger inside me. I like it when it’s twirled around as opposed to in and out. Just be gentle and take your time. Everything will be just fine.”

He seemed okay and moved in again. I let out a soft moan as I felt his warm tongue on my sex.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” I said. “Keep doing that.”

My hand clawed at the fabric on the couch as he continued. He slowly licked my pussy from top to bottom. I almost orgasmed right then as I felt his tongue enter my hole. I ran my hands through his hair as I enjoyed his attention. I softly urged him on as he gently spread my lips and put his tongue directly on my clit. I took one of his hands and placed it at my entrance. He took the hint and inserted a finger inside me, gently twirling it around.

“Use two fingers,” I whispered. I felt him insert another finger. I was very wet and he had no problem putting it in. Suddenly I pulled his hand away and brought it to my mouth. I looked him in the eye as I licked my juices of his fingers. He resumed his licking and I shifted my hips and pulled my legs farther back.

“Will you do something for me?” I asked.

“Anything,” he replied.

“Will you lick me here,” I said as I brought my finger down to my asshole.

“Only if you asked nicely,” he said smiling.

“Will you lick my ass for me?”

He seemed more confident now, and I liked that. I felt him run his tongue down my swollen sex and then plant kisses around my anus, but not touching it. He teased me like that for what seemed forever. Finally, I felt his warm, wet tongue on my sensitive bud. I rubbed my clit with my finger as his tongue assaulted my backside. He became very aggressive and it was heavenly. His tongue was up and down, back and forth, and then suddenly I felt his tongue penetrate my anus. I felt myself çekmeköy escort tighten and then relax as he kept pushing further inside.

“Oh yes,” I screamed frantically as my finger became a blur over my clit. “Oh fuck! Yes! Oh yeah!”

I spasmed in a massive climax as he kept pushing his tongue deeper into my backside. He then put his mouth on my sex until I finally finished. Right after I pulled up and made him kiss me. I was still hot for it.

“I want you to fuck me now!” I demanded.

He needed no encouragement as he pushed my legs apart and guided his cock into my hole. I almost fainted in pleasure as he slid himself into me. I pulled him close and we kissed, our bodies melding into a slow, steady rhythm. Our chests were pressed together as his hips moved himself in and out of me. Our skin slid together when we began to sweat from our efforts. You could hear the soft sucking sound of my sex grabbing his cock. He then increased his tempo and I laid back looking up at him as he had his way with me. He lowered his face down to my ear and began to whisper nasty little things to me.

“You’re a nasty little slut who needs to get fucked,” he said.

“Ooooh,” I moaned, surprised at his boldness. I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into me. My body started to shutter in orgasm and he responded by pumping me harder. As my orgasm subsided he pulled out and sat up.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “I don’t care if you cum inside me. Just fuck me.”

“You’re sure, because I’m about to blow.”

“You should do me from behind?”

“Bend over,” he said.

I rolled over and pushed myself up onto my hands and knees thrusting my ass up in the air. I brought my hand to my clit and he pushed his cock back inside me. I tossed my head back and moaned loudly as I felt him enter me.

“Oh yeah, Fuck me nice as hard.”

He grabbed onto my hips and drove himself into me, filling me with his cock. I felt his finger between my ass cheeks. I moaned letting him know that I was okay with that. I felt his finger slide into my asshole and then clamped my anus down on his finger. It was really turning me on. His finger moved in and out of my backside as he continued to fuck me.

“You make me feel so nasty,” I told him.

“Sorry,” he replied.

“No! I think it’s fuckin’ hot feeling like this. I love being nasty.”

“Then how would you like to have my cock up your ass then my nasty slut.”

“Mmmm yeah, I thought you would never ask.” He pulled out and I rolled onto my back.

“I like it this way,” I said pulling my knees up to my chest.

I made him find some lube which did not take long. “Go slowly,” I said as I felt him apply the lube.

He pressed his lubed covered head up against my hole. I made myself relax as he pushed forward. My breathing became faster at the intensity of the sensation. It felt good but it was so intense I almost could not take it. He slowly worked his way in very patiently. Eventually he was able to move himself all the way in and out of my ass.

“I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” he warned.

“No, no, no, no. Don’t cum yet,” I pleaded. “Keep fucking me. Keep fucking my ass. Just long enough for me to cum again. You can cum anyway you want to after that.”

I felt myself loosening up a bit, and he started to fuck me harder. I clenched my ass around his cock and I fingered my clit.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” I moaned as he went at me hard and fast. “Oh my god! Yes! Oh! I’m gonna cum!”

With that I came hard, moaning and twitching in pleasure. He pulled out right after I was done. After I recovered for few moments I sat up.

“Lay down,” I told him.

He complied, slumping back on the couch. I pushed his knees up towards his head. I lowered my head and ran my tongue across his balls, then going lower and lower.

“Oh fuck,” I heard him say as I my tongue poked at his asshole.

He placed a hand on my head as I licked his most private area, running my tongue in circles as I stroked his cock. He suddenly sent massive spurts of cum into the air landing on his chest. I immediately wrapped my lips around his pulsing cock, filling my mouth with his cum. When he finally stopped firing I released him and crawled up next to him, licking the creamy liquid off his chest.

“Damn!” he said. “You are a nasty girl.”

I just smiled at his comment. We got up and we to his bed falling asleep in each other’s arms. We went on a cycle of sex and sleep every couple of hours until the afternoon of the next day. We’ve hooked up several times after that on the weekends, repeating the events of that night.

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Six months ago, I started working for a large upscale cruise agency in Portland. I joined the marketing team. Seven gorgeous women and three regular guys, including me. Beautiful women, great pay, and to top it off, they gave me a window office that overlooks the Willamette River. What luck, I thought. Then Nel moved in. Right out of grad school and into my life. Over a weekend, she brought in her lamps and curtains. She even rearranged our desks. She sits behind me, now, and I sit by the door.

Last Wednesday.

“Uh, dude, these numbers don’t make sense,” she blurted out. My headphones were on, but it was no use. You can’t tune-out a voice like that. Pitchy, grating.

I spun my chair to face her. Nel’s chubby face leaned forward on her desk. She sneered. The two diamond studs by her eye-tooth glittered.

“What do you mean? I just did what you asked for,” I said.

“I need totals by day and by week. I can’t use dailies to get nets for the week. Come on.” She threw herself back on her chair, flipped her short permed hair, and jabbed a finger at her monitor.

“Fine. How about you send me a request by email and I’ll work on it.”

“Why do I have to do that?” She let out a derisive laugh. “We’re talking about it right now.”

“OK, fine. I’ll work on it,” I said, and turned back to my computer.

“I can’t do my analysis without those numbers,” she kept on.

“OK, got it.” I turned up the volume and drowned her out with my headphones.

Moments later she was on the phone. She’d been going on for almost half an hour. It sounded interesting, so I lowered the volume.

“But, mom, I don’t know what I should do. He’s leaving in a few weeks.” She sounded hurt.

“Yeah. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. Yeah, yeah. No, he doesn’t work. His visa’s expired. He can’t get a job. I’m paying his rent. And his food. No. No. He’s going back to the Czech Republic. I wish. We used to be boyfriend, girlfriend, but we’re just friends, now. Yeah, I still love him. I couldn’t kick him out.”

Sounded tragic. I did my best to pretend I wasn’t overhearing. But if she wanted privacy, it was not in our little fishbowl of an office.

I kept listening. Maybe I should’ve taken a break.

She hung up the phone, grabbed her jacket and left the office. She didn’t say a word. She came back hours later.

***

It was the end of the day on a Friday, and our whole group was meeting for drinks at the Basement. When the time came, I volunteered my driving services. Two women came with me, Karen and Jennifer, two of the younger ones. All ten of us were waiting by the elevators, when Nel came into the lobby.

She zipped up her blue rain coat over her lime colored blouse. Her tits bunched together over the top. The coat was too small.

“You coming, Nel?” Cheryl, the director, asked.

“I don’t have a ride.” Said Nel, a little dejected, it seemed.

Cheryl said, “That’s too bad. I’m all full, otherwise you could come with me.”

“You can come with me, Nel,” I said. She agreed and went down the elevator with the rest of us.

We went down to my car. Karen and Jennifer sat in the back and Nel in the front. I got out of the parking garage and sped down the hill to 12th Street.

We got to the bar early, grabbed three tables together, and ordered our drinks. When Cheryl and the rest of the crew got there, we were working on our second round. We were experts. The waitress brought out the food, and we all had a great time, moving in and out of conversations, just yakking and eating good bar food.

Nel leaned in and talked business with Cheryl, and Cheryl did her best to answer her questions and act like she actually cared what Nel had to say. Nel just didn’t get it.

The drinks kept coming, beers, martinis, fru-fru drinks of all varieties. Several hours later, when Cheryl was wrapping it up, making last calls, and arranging for everyone to have a ride, we were all a little drunk. She called for the bill, and slapped down the company plastic. We stayed a while longer. I was leaning in close and talking to Courtney, a cute blond with small tits. Nel was chowing down on the remains of a Nacho plate, and sipping the last of her Long Island. No one was talking to her.

“Karen, I’m going to be driving you home. Where do you live?” I asked across two tables.

“Nel, you need a ride?” I asked next.

“Yeah, dude. OK, tell me when you’re ready.”

“You better not puke in my car, Nel.” I said jokingly.

She made crazy eyes at me and wobbled her head.

The three of us we got up, and walked to my car. I drove Karen home a few blocks away, and then it was Nel’s turn.

“Where do you live?” I asked.

It was a farther than I’d hoped.

“Why don’t you move up front?” I asked.

“I’m good,” she said, and crumpled up in my back seat.

She gave me directions.

“Doing anything tonight, Nel?”

“No. beylikdüzü escort Maybe watch a movie on TV. What about you? Got any plans?”

“No. I think I’m going to go home, drink a beer and maybe read a book.”

“We’re an exciting bunch. Shit, I should’ve stayed in the bar. I could’ve hooked up with some hot guy.”

“Not too late. I can drive you back.” I said.

She laughed. “I was kidding. Don’t you know when I’m kidding?”

“Nope.”

I drove into a development and and parked by her town house.

She got her stuff together. “You want to come in?” she asked.

I was surprised at the offer. I thought for a split second and said, “Sure, why not.”

I followed her up a wet grassy hill. The lawn was unlit, but I could still see Nel’s wide hips sway in front of me. I couldn’t help it. I watched her from behind. Red rubber boots. Drenched rain coat. Black jeans that didn’t stretch, stretching in painful torture. We walked up some steps to her place. She unlocked the door and flipped on the lights.

Her place was a disaster. Clothing everywhere, bowls, food wrappers, garbage. Who’d invite anyone to this dump? Where’s the self-respect?

There was no sign of her boyfriend.

“I thought you lived with some guy.”

She paused. “He’s in Seattle visiting some of our friends.”

She turned her head around the place. “Here we go. You like tequila? I have that or Sapphire gin.” The two bottles were resting sideways next to a beat up brown couch. She got me a red plastic cup and poured me the tequila. She went into the refrigerator and poured herself the gin. She walked back to me. The ice cracked in her cup.

“Ah,” she said. “I hate drinking in crowds.” She tossed back half the cup, maybe more. Her face contorted in a freaky way, buggy eyed, with more of that nasty grin I dreaded so much.

“I like drinking in private,” she said. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

I sat down on a dining chair and she went to bathroom. I could hear the strong jet piss strike the toilet. It went on forever, and then a flush. She came out, stuffing her blue blouse into her tight jeans.

“You don’t mind, do you? I drink, I piss.” She grabbed her cup.

“I don’t mind.”

She exhaled. “You think they like me? Our coworkers?” she asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t they?”

“I get that impression. That they don’t like me. The girls don’t hang out or talk to me as much as they talk to one another.” She took a sip of her drink. “You like me right? I’m not a total bitch?”

“No,” I answered without hesitation, probably too quickly.

“Thanks, I like you, too, Craig. I probably treat you the worst.”

I smiled and nodded in mock agreement. “It’s not so bad.”

“Listen, it’s only because we work so well together. I think I can trust you. Not like those other assholes. You see where I’m coming from? You can’t trust anyone.”

She came to the table, pulled a chair and sat down with a thud.

“Is it just me, or is it hard to make friends in this town?”

“You’ve only been here a while. Give it time.”

“I had lots of friends in college. I could talk to them about interesting subjects, about philosophy, books, music.” She looked away, probably recalling these conversations that mattered.

She took a sip from her glass, casually put her hand on my knee and said, “I really like you.”

I nodded. “And I like you. Nel.”

I met her eyes.

“Hey, you know what? Don’t take this the wrong way.” She slapped her forehead. “What am I thinking?”

“What?” I asked.

She said, “I really want to suck your cock.” She whinced.

Shit.

I took the bottle of gin and poured some into my cup. I couldn’t resist a laugh.

“Ah, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“No?” she asked puzzled.

I looked at her with an are you kidding me look. I took a drink and flinched at the burn. It was short relief. And then it started again, the voice.

“Here I am, a woman. Look at me. I have these.” She grabbed her tits. “I may not be the most attractive woman, but I’m still a woman, damn you.”

I nodded in urgent agreement.

“A woman’s telling you she wants to suck your dick, you say, yes.” She looked at me with a look of disgust. “Fuck.”

“Who said I didn’t want you to suck my dick?” I put my hand on her shoulder. I stood up.

“I want you to suck my dick.”

I took off my black t-shirt, to show her I was serious. She put a hand to her face and laughed out loud. I squeezed her fleshy arms. I propped her up with some effort and got us on our feet. She was a little shakier than me.

“You’re not going to regret this the next day, are you?” I asked.

She put a hand on my shoulder. “Come here. Give me that.” She pointed at my crotch with her finger.

“You want the cock, huh?” I teased her.

“I need beyoğlu escort your cock, Craig. Give it to me.” She flopped at me with her arms. She grabbed my pants with a firm grip and pulled me to her. She unbuttoned my pants with a few clumsy jerks, and fell to her knees. She shoved my pants right below my ass. Then she thrust her two cold hand into my boxers. She fussed around, made a frowny face like she was mildly frustrated and fumbled in my underwear. She smiled a toothy smile to my face.

Finally, she cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

‘Here we go,” she said. “Got it.” She pulled of my boxers. My pants and underwear hung by my feet. With an open hand, she scooped my penis into her mouth. She sucked, tongued and tugged on my still limp dick. She stuck her tongue out and with one long swoop of the tongue, stood up, and brushed her tongue through my pubes, stomach and chest. I held her when she started tilting over.

She steadied herself and nestled her face in my neck.

“What about when we come back in to work on Monday?” I asked, a little late in the game. The alcohol was clouding it up for me. I confused what came first, second, and third. Maybe flowers, a dinner, making out, a little missionary sex?

“I think I can handle the morning after,” she said into my face.

I smiled and held her arms. I pressed my mouth to hers, and we both opened wide. We went right at each other like high school kids.

She put her index finger in front of my face. “Wait, you’re distracting me.”

She let go of me, pushed me off gently, and dropped back to her knees. She pulled off my dangling pants, and methodically took off my shoes, even my socks. When she finished, she took my cock into her mouth and quickly brought me into a full erection.

She was pretty good at giving blowjobs. She had it all down. She made eye contact, used her fingers, tongue, and even a little throat, a very advanced technique. My cock slipped in and out of her pink mouth. I looked down. How do I get myself into these situations?

She sensed it before I did. When she did, her lips locked tightly on the knob of my cock. She made several quick sucking sounds. I held her head and stroked her sticky hair. She pulled my ass closer to her face and held me there. Her nose nuzzled in my pubes. She was deep throating herself.

“Hey, you’re not going to make yourself puke?” I said.

She raised her eyes and stopped sucking my dick.

“What?” I asked.

I was still inside her mouth. It was just a warning.

“Sorry,” I said.

She pressed her tongue against the bottom of my cock.

“Hey, I think I’m going to cum,” I told her.

“I know,” she mumbled.

She opened her mouth, so I could watch. I shot my cum into it. I saw stream after stream, and then smaller globs settle on her teeth and tongue. I was a little embarrassed at how quick I came, and that it was Nel. Holy fuck.

Instead of spitting or holding it in her mouth, she swallowed the whole load, and stuck her tongue down to her chin to show it was all gone. She gave my cock a big final turn in her mouth and walked behind me. I turned around. She had her back to me and she was unbuttoning her blouse. I was thinking she was a little ashamed of her body, perhaps.

“Hey, come over here, let me see you,” I said.

She hesitated, dropped her hands to her sides, and turned around. I walked over and took off the last buttons on her blouse. Her tummy hung out over the top of her jeans. It was white and smooth. I looked at her tits. She rotated her bra around and unclasped it by herself. I watched. Large beautifully rounded globes of flesh fell down. I had no idea.

“Wow,” I said.

She put a hand to her face and laughed. “Craig.”

I worked with her for months and had no idea she had such nice tits.

“They’re beautiful.”

She put her hand to her hips, tilted here and there. She smiled calmly at me. She let me look at her. She was maybe 30 pounds overweight. She carried it well, on her tits, her thighs, down her thick legs. Even the roundness of her stomach turned me on.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I like.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her huge tits.

She took off her pants, and then she slipped her fingers thru her black cotton panties and slowly moved them down the curve of her ass in a slow strip-tease. She held her back straight and stuck her ass out. She rolled the pants down and off. She was entirely naked, bushy cunt, large breasts, and wide thighs. I stroked the hairs on my lower stomach and licked my lips.

I had learned to hate Nel during the months we worked together. Now, here she was. Naked, with loads of my cum in her stomach. I think my dislike for her actually made me want her more. I never knew it worked that way.

I moved my hand behind her back and down to the bottom of her spine. bizimkent escort I shaped her ass, and squeezed her ample mass of flesh. Her head fell forward onto my chest, her hair got in my mouth. She let out a sigh. Her hands clutched my ass. I smelled her, her sweat, the booze drying on her skin. She lifted her head. I took a step back and kissed the insides of her tits and put each hard nipple, one after the other, into my mouth. She groaned. She placed a leg around me.

That’s when I lost my balance and fell over. I honestly thought she would lose it first.

We both laughed.

She came down and sat next to me on the dirty carpeted floor. I ran my hands over her knee, which was smooth and soft, like so much of the rest of her. She put her fingers into her cunt and started gently playing with herself. That did it. I had to fuck her there and then.

“Get on all fours,” I commanded her.

She got on her knees. I got up and around her. I looked down. Her huge ass hung in the air. I rubbed her butt cheeks. I slapped her bottom hard. She winced.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re not going to fuck me in the ass, are you?” She grinned. She wiggled her behind and flexed her back.

“Not on a first date.”

With so much hair getting in the way, I though it best to only bring my cock up to her hole. I poked her. She took it from there. She reached back and put the tip into her cunt. I slid the rest of it in. I straightened my back and gazed down at her backside. She clutched my cock with her cunt, and squeezed it a few times.

“Nice trick,” I said.

I spanked her ass.

“Hey, that hurts!”

I started moving in and out. I slapped my hips against her ass and smacked her lightly with my open palm. She eagerly moved back and forth. I held her soft waist and massaged her fat thighs. I could learn to love this. I did love this. I pushed with the tip of my feet and went in deep. Then, I withdrew my cock almost all the way.

She shook her ass.

“What are you doing? Don’t take it out.”

I knew I was coming soon.

“OK,” I said.

I increased my speed and slammed into her even harder. She responded by thrusting her ass toward me. She didn’t give any ground.

“Fuck me, Craig. Ah, shit,” she said. “Ah, shit.”

She came and uttered a low, quaking “Ohhh”. I stayed inside her. Eventually, my penis softened and fell out. She moaned, disappointed it was over. My cock was covered in a thick white cream, which I quickly wiped with a shirt lying on the floor. I think it was hers.

She got up, smacked the light switch, and came back next to me.

We stretched out and called it a night. Motionless, near senseless, I tickled her foot with mine. She laughed. I was surprising myself. I was beginning to like Nel.

Still dark, but hours later, I got dressed.

“Hey, Nel. I have to go back to my place.”

She mumbled something I didn’t understand. I grabbed my keys and drove back. The streets were almost empty, everyone gone home, a stray bum here and there. What a night.

***

She didn’t come into work on Monday. I quietly asked around. Cheryl had given Nel the day off, but no one knew what she was doing. I closed my office door and gave her a call.

The phone rang.

“Nel, what’s going on?”

“Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”

“You coming in? No one’s heard from you since Friday.”

“I just didn’t feel like coming in.”

“Mind if I come over.”

There was a pause

“Sure.” And then she hung up.

I drove to her town house, and made my way to her door. Outside by her stairs were five neatly stacked boxes with a yellow folded over note. I knocked on the door, heard her moving inside and walked in.

“Hey, Nel.”

“What you looking for another booty call?” she said. She turned her back to me.

“No.”

This was not my happy, horny as fuck Nel. This was the other one. She didn’t look at me. She was cleaning up her mess. Most of the clothing was picked up, new storage containers were stacked everywhere. The vacuum was plugged in.

“If you want, Friday never happened. You never came here,” she rambled.

I didn’t say anything. I came over to her. She didn’t move.

“So, why didn’t you call?” she asked.

I didn’t have a reason. I took her two arms into my hands.

“I should have called.” I said. “I’m sorry. I figured I’d see you at work, we’d go out, have lunch.”

I went in for a kiss. She struggled a little, but relaxed. I kissed her lips. She breathed out.

“Hey,” she whispered. She looked at her feet.

“Hey, you.”

“I kicked out Richard.” That was her boyfriend.

“I can see. Boxes out the door. Nice touch.”

“You don’t think he’ll try to break in?”

I held her closer. “I don’t know. I’m sure you can handle some fancy European.”

I squeezed her body tight. She smelled nice, a bath, perfume. I kissed her lips. I put my fingers through her hair. She was steady on her feet.

“So, how about that mid-day booty call?”

She growled. I held her hands and we wrestled to the ground.

She laughed. “You better not think I’m easy.”

“Nothing easy about you,” I said. I let go of her hands.

And then we ran into the bedroom. She was even better sober.

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Matty and Shar: A Valentine’s Day Story

When he became Matty instead of Mattie, she believed he would love her. She thought of him incessantly, dreamed him when she touched herself. He was her world, caught up in university, when she dreamed the boy the girl, and things were never to be the same again. And she the girl become boy. She was smart and brave and all the things Boy Scouts should be, and when she became he, then she knew the stars would finally align correctly. She had never been one whit of a boy. She had always hated it, until Mattie, girl to become boy. And Shar, boy to become girl. As it had been before, they had tried. They had believed as hard as they could. And now Matty and Shar sat underneath the summer tree here in the beginning of October, a nice yellow harvest moon shining the night down on them.

Shar, they had decided, would keep that name. It could be either sex. They held each other this time, one over the border, the other the other direction. It should have been simple. Mattie would be pronounced in no uncertain terms. For Shar had not had anything to do with boys, except Mattie, because he had been an effeminate boy, and she had found herself, himself, drawn to him, because she got to imagine him a girl. His hair was brown and shiny and shoulder length, and his body was thin, with tiny waist, with long legs that wore jeans uncuffed. For some time Mattie was a confusion to Shar. Shar had never been attracted to boys, not once. Even when they went beyond petting, even when Shar felt the erection in Mattie’s jeans and it was intriguing, it was somehow belonging to a girl, as she unzipped him and took out his five inch penis and as it was milked with awe in her hand, her hand became the hand of a boy, not that of a girl, and his penis was that of a girl’s, for it seemed of her, seemed to fit, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

Shar had never cared for breasts that were large, but only ones that were small and boyish, and when it happened, though they still dressed unisex, their tie dyed scarves, their long paisley shirts, their jeans and sandals, when it became girl to boy and boy to girl, they would somehow become the same sex. Shar’s hair had always been cut short. Her jaw had always been determined, as she pretended to be stocky and rough, though she wasn’t at all, and now she put away he, now, but a straw girl become a straw boy, and when Mattie touched her vagina the first time, examined it the first time, he said, she said, that her, his, vagina was perfect for a boy, perfect for the boy Mattie, Matty, had always wanted to touch, and examined it closely, touching it, as she had touched his, her, penis, and beşiktaş escort both believed they were of one world, one skin, and sexuality was transferred. Delayed never. But here was harvest. Here was the beginning of simply everything.

And now, late night, no one else around, they put their hands on each other, as they tried to remember when they pretended with each other. When boy pretended girl and when girl pretended boy, both of them needing their dreams pegged to each other, making them what they were not, but a certain designation that meant both boy and girl and girl and boy were able to rise above themselves and what mistakes nature had made, for now they knew, or then they knew nature had not made a mistake. For it had meant they were made for each other. For it had meant they were forever caught, penis in vagina, girl. In boy instead of the other way round. This they had finally declared, for they were normally very shy, Shar and Mattie. They had been tossed together in laughs on campus, for they seemed to be brother and brother or brother and sister or sister and sister or brother and sister, for though Mattie had been a bit darker of skin, and Shar a bit lighter, they looked—together. They looked complete in and of themselves. The jokes brought them together, when they had heard enough of them when separate. Mattie had come to Shar’s room or Shar had come to Mattie’s room, or Matty’s room, and they had said almost at the same time, knowing each the other, what the hell is everybody laughing at us fors—and then stopped, and then knew, not in a meeting cute moment, but in something that bordered on salvation.

Boy to girl and girl to boy, these were hurdles that need not have mattered. Penis became feminine, so lickable, and small breasts, so lickable, became masculine; vagina had become male and balls were kissed and sex happened, as each lost their virginity. As each fell in love because it seemed they had to. Because it seemed there were no other codes to break apart. They did not discuss these things as much as lived them. They were together as often as possible. They moved into room together. They ate together. They went to movies together. They heroically washed the oily beads of shame and hurt and being different off each other. That took some time. A year of hurting the hurts and scaring away the fears, of learning each in their own way that it didn’t matter that students their age, or teachers, or parents, or whoever the hell could not decide who was a girl and who was a boy in the pair.

Because it made being them not being them and being them most regardfully, most soundly, most beşyol escort eclectically. As though home had come calling. And they had this nascent wish inside, not binding, not flame blowing, but there nonetheless..if only Matty would become a girl and change his name, and Matty thinking if only Shar would become a boy, and change her name, thus in the beginning of their junior year, they had felt the need of this grow a little and a bit more, kind of a label tag or a size tag on a dress bought, that could not be pulled from the fabric. Right at the back of the neck. That would irritate the there. That would make it itch. There was more and more scratching after an attempt to ignore it, and hope to get used to it.

But they could not. Matty thought of it as having had a haircut, though he had not had one since he started university, since he was able to push outwards, if only inwardly, and pretend to be a girl, mold his soft voice into a higher register as best as he could duplicate what he would sound like if his wish was granted. But he had loved his penis and never wanted to get rid of it, and yet there was the conflict. He wore panties he had bought after he got over the shame and courage to buy them. It took days of agonizing to make the decision to make that purchase. And he loved the feel of them on his body; round his slope off hips, making his penis harder than it had been before. How he loved to masturbate on the panties and feel like a girl, because that was how it was for him. Rubbing his penis, masturbating, imagining it with boys and girls, but always coming on the side of girls, and in them, wondering what it would be, and imagining cumming on their small breasts, these things to him meant he was a she. There was no doubt of it.

As it had been not this way for Shar. She had always been fascinated by her vagina, from a little girl on, and this was proof that she was not a girl, but a boy. She had loved to soap it and wash it in the bath, from something like seven years old. She had always known she was a boy, and did not miss not having a penis, even before she knew what a penis was. She had been a great baseball player and went through all kinds of hell when she was not allowed on the baseball team in high school. She, he, could climb trees and dribble basketball in her driveway and make the hoops often as not. She loved to be himself and she loved to party in high school till she was stoned stoke to the gills, fascinated to see boys and girls playing strip poker, drawn to them, to the sidelines because even then she was considered weird, which was bad enough, and she pretended never to beykent escort let himself know this, for it might kill him. She had been drawn to vaginas at these parties, and she had been drawn also to penises, erect and pumping in girls’ mouths while the boys played with the girls’ snatches, and fingered herself as no one noticed her sitting there, mostly still clothed and feeling her penis where there was none. And that quite simply meant the very opposite of absence.

And now, tonight, history complete, they lay under the summer tree in the October cool with the harvest moon looking down on them. Boy to girl and girl to boy and penis there and vagina here and stroke and excite and lips to kiss, and arms to cover and clothes to take off, slowly, longingly, teasingly, and penis erect at vagina wet and inward they took each other and they kissed tits and breasts and they were Matty, wrong name for the sex Matty was now, but that was part of the plan. Matty no longer had to dress up in his sister’s clothes when he was a boy, a girl, at home, and be fearful of his ‘rents or his sister coming back earlier than they said, eyes always on the doors, always ears pitched to the tiniest sounds like a key in the lock, for he made sure always to lock all the doors at such times, to give himself a lead time, herself, a lead time, to dress in boy clothes, secret panties of sis’s underneath, or make a run to the bathroom and hide. He, she, was caught only once. And it was treated as a joke. A horrible mean one.

And Shar told him of the jokes played on her as well, and in fury with the past, in sadness with singular tears at night all those long childhood years ago, they were naked in the darkness, and Matty’s penis had been hard as it had become her vagina, and Shar’s vagina had become his penis, and this was they the way they transcended themselves, for they had changed a bit into the other. They had accomplished something they believed no one else ever had, for they were young and unknowing of the world around them. But they were deeply knowing of the world inside themselves and inside the other. They were physically the same, but in transit, something had occurred; street corners lost their usual names; roads that should have led to the same places they always did, regardless of how circuitous the route, led now to the edge of the world, or another country, with words and symbols and sights and desires and loves and friendships that never existed for them before them.

And girl shot his sperm into a boy whose vagina massaged her love’s penis and took all she had to offer, as he felt her penis massaged by her vagina muscles, and hips pressed downward and hips pressed up to the sky, as they united, as they became, they believed, and who is to say they were wrong?, one forever, and never to be boy and girl again, but only themselves, which was the one thing they had wanted all along, even before they had known it. Jokes had broken their hearts. Jokes had brought them to each other. Sometimes irony is a good and happy thing.

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Peter had been on the tennis team all through high school as well as playing regularly during his freshman and sophomore year at college. Though he wasn’t a scholarship player he was very competitive with all but the very best players on the team, putting him just below the top five in his bracket.

However, during his senior year in High School he had injured his back a couple times and as a result had scheduled several sessions with a massage therapist. The therapy had greatly helped his condition but he also found he just really liked the physical sensation of getting a massage. The therapy sessions had been partly covered by his parents insurance and they had covered the rest of the cost for him out of pocket.

After re-straining his back in college Peter looked into getting a massage near campus. Upon discovering the prices starting at $60 or more an hour he immediately began searching the Internet for any other options.

One possibility that popped up during his search was a web site that was set up for massage exchanges. While he didn’t have any formal training himself, he had given some neck and back rubs to family members and a couple of old girlfriends in the past, and they had all seemed to like his techniques well enough. With this in mind he gave the exchange site a once over.

You could get a free membership, though you couldn’t do much with it. He filled in the screen for a new user id, password, and his email address. He used “TennisGuy” as his id and received a confirmation email from the site within a minute.

Once logged on with his new id he was prompted to fill in a profile sheet. There were some privacy and notification settings, and then some personal information. The first item under the personal information was which massage style(s) did one prefer: 1) Therapeutic/relaxation, non-sexual, massage and/or 2) Sensual Massage. While Peter found the previous massages he had received somewhat sensual, after all someone was touching his body, they were in no way erotic. Peter was more than a little intrigued by the thought of a sensual massage so he thought, ‘Why Not,’ and checked both boxes.

It then asked for his massage experience and training, which were zilch. It asked for his gender, Male, and his partner preference, which he marked as either Male or Female. It then asked for age, height and build. He entered 20 for age, 5’10” for height, and selected “slender” from the drop down list as the closest body match for him. It then asked whether he could host a massage. With a shared dorm room, that was a definite no.

The site also had a place for him to upload a photo, but he decided to hold off on that, wanting to remain a little more anonymous until he knew more about how the massage exchange site worked. It also asked him for his location zip code.

The last thing it prompted was for him to fill out a “More about me” section where he could enter additional information about himself and what we was looking for in a massage. Peter explained that he was a college student and tennis player, and that he really didn’t have much experience with massages, but was eager to learn.

He saved his profile information, and was then taken to a screen where he could search the site for other members. He could narrow his search by location and picked 10 miles or less from his zip code. The search allowed him to specify other criteria as well, but he just left them blank and clicked on the search button.

About 40 profiles displayed and he skimmed them over. It looked like about 75% were men and maybe half the entries were from “older” adults. He also noticed that most members had selected both therapeutic and sensual style massage preferences, just like he had. Most of the profiles did not have a picture, but many of them indicated they had a “private” gallery where you could request a “pass” to see their photos.

Some members indicated that they had considerable massage experience and 3 of them were even professionals. One profile that looked promising to Peter was MDG27615. It was a woman whose profile indicated she was in her 30’s, 5’4″, “average” build, 10 years massage experience, she could host and lived close by. In her “About Me” section, she indicated that she had professional massage training and even a massage table at her house.

Peter’s free membership did not allow him to send an email, but he could request a “pass” to her private gallery at no charge, so that’s what he did.

Two days later, Peter got an email from the exchange site indicating that he had received a message. The massage was from MDG27615. “Peter, I usually only exchange with more experienced members, but I like your profile. Could you please upload a photo of yourself to your private galley and send me a pass? I like to see who I am going to exchange with before setting up a meeting. Thanks, Melissa”. The message also contained a “photo pass” link. Peter clicked on it and a picture of who he assumed to be Melissa displayed. She was nice looking, with bahçeşehir escort a fresh face, long dirty blond hair and a big smile. She was leaning up back against a massage table that was visible in the background.

Peter picked out a photo stored on his computer of himself playing tennis. He thought he looked pretty good in the picture and uploaded it to his profile. He responded to Melissa’s note and clicked the “include photo pass” button. “Thanks for the reply Melissa. It looks like you have a great setup. I uploaded a picture, as you requested. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Peter”.

An hour later Peter got his reply, “Wow, you look great in your picture. Is that really you? I have time at 1:00 PM Wednesday or Thursday of this week. It usually takes around 2 hours to do an exchange. Let me know if one of those times works for you. My address is: 4808 Maple Street. Melissa.”

Peter didn’t have any afternoon classes Thursday so he wrote back to confirm that Thursday would be best for him and he would see her at 1:00 PM. Peter was kind of excited at having his first massage exchange. Melissa and Peter hadn’t discussed the massage itself, and as Melissa had indicated she liked both massage styles, he wasn’t exactly sure what type of massage he had just agreed to. He felt a little excited at the prospect that he might be getting a sensual massage.

Thursday arrived and after lunch Peter took the short five minute drive over to the address Melissa had given to him. It was a small modest house that looked to be over 50 years old. There were a couple of small riding toys in the yard, indicating the presence of small kids. He walked up to the porch and rang the bell. A few moments later, the woman in the picture, opened the door. They looked each other over. Melissa was wearing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and her hair was tied behind her. She wasn’t skinny or fat, but had the nice curves of a woman who took care of herself. She smiled at Peter as she looked him over too.

“Hello Peter. You are right on time. It’s nice to meet you. Come on in the house,” Melissa said.

“Thanks for seeing me. I guess I am a little nervous, as this is the first exchange I have done.”

“I think you will really enjoy it, I know I do.”

They made a little “small talk” and Peter learned that Melissa was a stay at home mother with a 5 year old in kindergarten and a husband out at work. She used to work for a massage studio, but now only gave professional massages on occasion. She led him to the back of the house and opened the door to a small bedroom that served as her massage studio. There was a massage table in the middle of the room and the lighting was dim, as it was only lit by a few candles set about on a couple of small tables. One of the tables had a small stack of towels while another had a large bottle that appeared to contain massage oil. Soft music also played from a small stereo.

Melissa said, “Since you have never done this before, I suggest I massage you first. You can put your clothes over on the chain and then lie face down on the table. I am going to warm up the massage oil and return in just a moment.”

Melissa left the room, and Peter began to shed his clothes as he had done on previous massages in the therapist office. Once he was done he went to lie down on the table. That’s when Peter noticed the first significant difference between this and his previous massages. There were no extra linens on the table for him to drape himself with. “I guess I am getting the sensual massage,” he smiled to himself. He lay face down on the table naked and adjusted himself so that his face fit in the head cradle comfortably.

Peter heard Melissa walk back into the massage room and close the door.

“Are you comfortable Peter,” she asked?

“Yes, this is just great, thanks.”

Melissa looked over the male specimen laid out on her massage table. She could tell from the picture Peter posted that he had an athletic build. He had short brown hair, a smooth back, and a nice round bottom, which still showed fading summer tan lines.

Melissa poured some of the warm massage oil into the palm of her left hand, rubbed her hands together so that both of them were coated, and then lay them on Peter’s neck. With her strong experienced fingers she kneaded the oil onto his stiff neck, shoulders and the back of his scalp. She had a firm confidence in her strokes that Peter could sense. He could feel himself relax. The soft music and candle lighting set the mood as the she worked on his tight muscles. Her fingers worked over his head, tugging gently on his hair. She caressed his ears between her fingers and then slid her hands back to his shoulders.

Melissa poured out more warm oil onto his back and spread it out using her palms. “Is the pressure OK,” she asked?

“It feels great, but you could probably press a little harder for my taste.”

“No problemo!”

Melissa bakırköy escort ran her hands up and down the length of his back, smoothing out the knotted muscles she encountered along the way. Peter was enjoying every moment of it. Melissa was every bit as good as the “pros” he had visited back in high school. After spending ample time on his back Melissa paused for a moment. Then Peter felt the sensation of massage oil being poured onto his ass. This was new for him and it felt both ticklish and sensual at the same time.

Peter had a well-defined ass and Melissa was looking forward to this part of the massage. Melissa had worked on many men and women in the years since she had first done massage training 12 years ago. Most clients were older, and many were in poor physical shape. She enjoyed massaging her husband too, but he was now 40 and weighing in at 200 pounds and didn’t have much tone to his figure anymore. Like most massage therapists, Melissa loved getting massages too, but they were a luxury she could not often afford. This eventually led her to research alternatives, such as the massage exchange web site. Like Peter, she had also been intrigued at the idea of a sensual massage. Other than her husband she always acted the professional and used draping on her customers.

Melissa pressed her palms deeply into the large muscles of Peter’s athletic behind. It was firm, but gave way under the deep massaging pressure she applied. Peter loved the sensation as she dug deep into his sore muscles. With no draping in the way she could work over the entire area unencumbered.

“You looked to be in excellent condition,” she remarked.

“Well, thanks, I play tennis about 14 hours a week”.

“You have some tight muscles here and there, but over all you feel great.”

As she continued, Peter felt her moves come closer and closer to his butt crack and he wondered how far she would go there. His question was quickly answered as she paused once more and he felt her pouring the warmed oil between his ass cheeks. He felt the excess oil slowly dribble down, between his legs and over his balls. Using the side of her hand Melissa slid over the “valley” she had just oiled and he involuntarily flinched as it passed over his hole. Her hand trailed down between his legs and he felt her fingers brush lightly against balls.

Melissa enjoyed watching Peter as he responded to her touch. She could see his smooth balls that peaked out between his legs. She watched as the oil she applied dripped over them and onto the sheet below. Melissa smiled to herself as she heard a small sigh escape his lips when she just barely ran a fingertip over his sac. She trailed over his crack a number of times, alternating from one hand to the other. Each time she would finish the stroke with just the faintest caress of his rocks.

Peter could feel his penis start to harden as she teased him. Now her strokes were pausing at his anus pressing against it before moving on. These were new erotic sensations for him. He groaned as his body responding by squirming against her hand.

Melissa poured out more oil and began to work on his legs. Her fingers continued to occasionally stay over his balls when she came near the top of his leg. She worked her way down each leg and then over the soles of his feet. Every muscle on his body was lean and strong and Melissa felt a little flush with excitement handling such a good looking young guy. Melissa went back over the tightest parts of Peter’s back and neck and leaned down and whispered in his ear that it was time to turn over.

Peter had calmed down a little since Melissa had stopped teasing his ass, but he could feel that he was sporting a semi, that she was sure to notice. He didn’t know what she would think of that, as he wasn’t familiar with the etiquette for a massage like this. He was relieved to see that she had turned her back to him, as she was retrieving some more oil, as he moved to turn onto his back.

Melissa turned back around and gazed over his body. He lay back with his eyes closed and had serene look on his face. His chest was smooth and his abs, while not “chiseled’ were nicely defined. A little trail of hair led down from his belly button to a neat brown bush of hair that surrounded his cock, which rested to the side across his left leg. She could see that he was cut and his balls were smooth. All in all it was a nice body to work with.

Melissa moved to the head of the table and began to massage his pecs. She moved in a circular pattern and slowly moved her hands downward until she was massaging his chest. With her finger tips she played with his nipples and immediately Peter could feel his cock twitch and begin to straighten as it reacted to her touch. As she continued lower her palms pressed into his abs. Melissa eyes were now fixed on his “package” and she watched as his penis hardened before her. Peter could feel himself grow and it caused his cock to slide başakşehir escort across his leg from its earlier sideways position, to point directly back up at him. He opened his eyes and saw Melissa looking down at him, following the transformation that he could feel and she could watch. Melissa caught herself licking her lip, and felt a small tingle between her legs as she admired this “boys” manhood.

Melissa applied more oil to her hands. Peter could feel himself shivering a little at the anticipation of Melissa next touch. She placed her hands on his left shoulder and proceeded down his arm, kneading his muscles as she went. When she reached his hand, she laced their fingers together and spread his palm out. Then she took his fingers, one at a time, and using the thumb and index finger of her other hand fondled them, starting from the base and working her way to the tip. As she repeated this procedure on his other arm, Peter calmed back down and relaxed.

She brought her hands back to his body and pressed on his thigh. She kneaded it with her hands and she traveled up his leg until the back of her hand began to brush up against his sac. As she moved around to massage the opposite leg, the palm of her hand lightly passed over his erect member. Peter felt a jolt travel through his body at the sensation.

After moving up the other leg, Melissa slid her hand under his shaft and pressed her palm into his pubes. She scratched and worked the massage oil into his bush with her fingers. If it was possible, Peter felt his cock swell even harder as she continued. With Peter’s hard-on resting on the back of her hand Melissa raised her hand up which bent his stiff shaft upward until it was pointed to the ceiling. She moved her hand away and his cock slapped back down against his tummy. Next Peter felt her fingers on his balls. She gently tugged at his sac and raked her finger nails across them.

Melissa was enjoying herself. She noticed Peter spread his legs wider as she teased him, inviting her to take greater liberties. She worked her fingers between his open legs and lightly probed his ass again as he pushed back against her touch. Another moan escaped Peter’s lips as she toyed with him. She grabbed the massage oil once again and this time let it flow out directly onto his hard penis. She took her time and slowly moved the dripping bottle over its length. Peter was shaking in anticipation of her next move.

After placing the bottle down, she took both hands and wrapped her slender fingers around his erection. The oil squeezed out between the gaps in her fingers and Peter gasped as she touched him there for the first time. She pressed her fingers along the length of his shaft, exploring his hardness. In her mind, Melissa couldn’t help but make a mental comparison of Peter’s cock. His member was about the same length as her husband’s, around 6 inches, but he wasn’t quite as thick. His penis had a beautiful mushroom cap head and his shaft was straight and smooth. Her husband’s cock was never this hard.

For Melissa the thrill of giving an illicit hand job, in her own house, was almost too much to stand. She slowly stoked his length and kneaded her fingers into the softer end cap of his erection.

Peter loved the feel of her hands wrapped tightly around his cock. Tingling radiated from the tip of his hard-on throughout his entire body. He took a deep breath as the sensations poured over him. As it became almost too much, she released her grip and massaged his abs again. Next he felt her hands on his chest and with long lengthening strokes reached down to his hips. Once again she grabbed his stiff member and bent it towards the ceiling. She alternated between slow and fast strokes, sometimes using one hand on his shaft while the other rubbed lightly on his balls.

For Melissa it was like being a senior in High School all over again, sneaking off to give a boy his first hand job. The silence was broken as Melissa began quietly telling Peter, “Your cock is so hard and the skin is so smooth. I want you to cum for me.”

Peter moaned with pleasure at her encouragement. Soon Peter began to thrust his hips up to meet her downward strokes and was quickly approaching the point of cumming. She could feel him getting close and began to jerk him faster, never breaking her rhythm. As Peter was about to cum he moaned and said “NOW!” She pointed him towards his chest and he shot his first load hitting himself on the chin and neck. She continued to milk all the cum out of his cock, letting it run over her hand until he was soft again. She giggled and said, “That was fun!”

Melissa grabbed a clean towel from the side table and ran it lightly over his chest, neck and back down to his groin cleaning up the “mess” Peter had made.

Peter said, “You looked like you enjoyed yourself.”

“I think we both enjoyed it”

“I’ve never had a massage like that before. That was awesome.”

“Why don’t you grab another clean towel to wipe the rest of yourself off and use the bathroom while I get ready for my massage.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

After Peter left the room, Melissa began to disrobe. As she removed her panties, she realized they were very damp. She was excited at the thought of exposing herself to him and feeling his hand on her as she got onto the massage table. She lay face down and got herself comfortable.

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“I miss you so much when you’re gone! What? You still have two weeks to go? Ugh. Well, at least this time you get to do something new. But sometimes I wish you were a teacher or something, where you wouldn’t have to travel so much for work. Yes, I know you’ll call every night, but I still miss you.

What’s that? A fantasy? Not likely! Why not? I can’t possibly tell you something like that over the phone! Besides, I don’t say stuff like that anyway. You know that. Why do you want me to turn off the lights? Fine, fine, I’m going. There, now it’s dark in here. I’m already sitting on the bed- we have no chairs! No, if I lie down, I’ll probably fall asleep. I know dearest… I’m sorry I’m being difficult. It’s just… I’ve never done this before. I’ll try. If you really want me to, I’ll try, but I really don’t know what I’m doing so it’ll probably sound pretty stupid. Ok. I’m calm. I’m not incredibly nervous. I’m not about to expire of embarrassment. I’m good. I can do this. Ok… Here goes… I can’t believe I’m doing this. Um…

So, you asked about one of my fantasies. Well, you know I’ve always loved the outdoors. Lots of space, fresh air, the scent of pine trees and wood smoke or freshly cut hay… You know wood smoke especially drives me wild. I guess maybe that’s why making love outside has always been one of my favorite daydreams. Hmm… Ha… My mouth’s gone dry suddenly. Anyway.

I’d love to have you with your back to a huge maple tree (oaks leave acorns all over the ground, pines have all those sticky sappy needles… most unpleasant on tender skin). You lean back against the tree as I lean in to kiss you, nibbling along your jaw, rubbing my nose playfully in your beard. I’ve a mind to play a game with you today. I unbutton your shirt… sliding my hands underneath to caress your chest, to tickle your ribs. Mmm… Brushing my lips gently, teasingly over your mouth. Once… twice… Again and again, toying with you, teasing until you wrap my hair around your fist to hold me still, crushing your impatient lips to mine, your tongue forcing its way inside to plunder and tangle with my own.

Your hands, fisted now in my hair, tug my head to the side as your lips sear a path down my neck, your warm breath making me shiver in anticipation. Your lips place hot kisses on my throat, then glide lower to caress the tops of my breasts. I close my eyes, barely daring to breathe, waiting for your touch… but it doesn’t come. I peek upward through my lashes to see you staring at me with lust burning in your eyes. Suddenly I feel another tug at my hair, this one urging me down. You release my long curls, and with gentle but forceful hands, push me to my knees in front of you…

You push me to the ground, then lean back against the tree and wait. But I’m in a mischievous mood. I still want to play. I sit back on my heels, my back straight, eyes cast down for a moment, my hands resting on my knees. A small lopsided smile crosses my lips as I look up at you impishly through ataşehir escort the hair that’s fallen over my eyes, knowing what you want, but waiting for you to give me the words, to tell me what you want me to do. Your eyes grow wide for a moment, and I can see your nostrils flare. You know that’s exactly what I’m waiting for, know it drives me wild to hear the words, but are determined not to give in this time. I fold my hands demurely in my lap and wait patiently, my eyes fixed, oh, just a little below your waist. Through your pants I can see you twitch ever so slightly at my gaze. I flick my tongue over suddenly dry lips, peeking up at you. Heaven knows I want you. But I can be stubborn, and you know it. I can see it in your eyes, wondering whether or not I’ll give in….

But still your arms are crossed, and you continue to glare down at me. I can feel myself growing wet in anticipation, my body trembling with need. I’m sure you can probably smell my arousal. I know I can. You see me quiver involuntarily, and suddenly smile knowingly. You lower a hand to your belt, slowly unfastening it and pulling it free. My eyes, locked on your hands, follow every move as it slips free of the loops. I swallow convulsively as you crack the belt sharply against your thigh, first one side, then the other, and then shiver as the belt drops at your side, your hand moving on to the button of your slacks. As you begin to unfasten them, my hand reaches forward of its own volition. With a whimper I pull back, but not before you’ve seen me. Your smile widens and turns wicked as you slowly, teasingly, begin to lower your zipper…

Hmm…. Your wicked smile tells me that you know exactly what you’re doing. I close my eyes, letting out a tiny moan; afraid I’ll be defeated in my game after all. My games always seem to turn out this way! But suddenly I realize- two can play at this game. Peering up through my lashes, I see your hand go still on your zipper as you see me begin to move. Sitting back on my heels, I begin to sway ever so slightly from side to side, dancing to music that I only can hear, unbuttoning my shirt as I move. With the last button unfastened, I roll my shoulders, undulating my body to shrug my shirt to the ground. My breasts, now free of their constraint, rise and fall lightly with my breathing and the rhythm of my dance. I edge toward you on my knees, batting away the hand that’s frozen at your zipper, my breasts bouncing lightly as I move. My hand lowers your zipper, my fingers reaching eagerly to peel your clothing down and off, my eyes riveted on what I’ve revealed….

My hands reach out, but at the last moment I remember my game, and I wrap them around your hips instead. Tracing my fingers over your skin, warming you gently. I move closer still, sliding between your knees with barely a breath between us now. I AM going to win this game- and if I have to cheat to do it, so be it! I lean forward to kiss your avcılar escort belly, tasting your skin with long slow licks of my tongue. My lips and tongue, so hot on your skin, make you tremble and shiver. I edge forward that last few inches, and you find yourself nestled between my breasts. You’re already wet too; I can feel it now, dripping warm down my chest. I wrap my arms around your waist. You can feel my flesh surrounding you, squeezing you as I rise up high on my knees and settle back down again. Gliding back and forth in the furrow, I can feel you pulsing, throbbing. I rise up to look at you, only to see that your eyes are riveted on my chest. Looking down my body, I can see what’s captured your gaze so well. I watch you pumping the valley between my breasts, sliding easily through on a river of your juices. The sight of you, the smell of your lust, has me drowning in sensation. My eyes glaze as passion takes over, my head dropping forward and my mouth opening wide…. Knowing that I’ll lose my game, but too consumed with lust to care, my tongue reaches forward to greet you as you slide up between my breasts. But at that very moment, just before my tongue touches the very tip of you, I finally hear what I’ve been waiting for. Your deep, guttural groan, and then- “Oh god, suck my cock!”

The words! A shudder wracks my body as I when I hear your words, and continues as I hurry to obey. I close my lips over the head as it thrusts up between my breasts, sliding backward a bit so I can grab you in my hands as well. One hand curves beneath, cupping and fondling you, the other wraps around your shaft, squeezing and stroking you roughly. You grab a fistful of my long hair, urging me on. Nearly mindless with want, I take you deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling all the way up and down your shaft. Pulling you free of my lips, I twirl my tongue all around, licking you slowly up and down like a popsicle. I blow coolly, gently where I’ve licked, just to see you shiver, then plunge you back inside the heat of my mouth. So wet, so warm! My lips surround you, sucking you deep, drawing you in and out of my mouth. A low growling purr issues from my throat, vibrating against you, making you shudder. My tongue flicks over the head of you, dipping lightly into the little hollow at the tip, sampling your flavor. Mmm… I hum in approval as I pull you deep into my mouth, then let you slide out again, only to catch you once more and suck you back inside. Your hands in my hair urge me faster, so I glide my lips up and down over you, faster and harder, running my tongue repeatedly over the soft ridge…

But apparently I’m not going fast enough for you, and I suddenly feel an impatient tug on my hair as I’m jerked upward and quickly spun around to face the tree. Unsteady on legs that no longer want to support me, I throw my arms around a low-slung branch as your weight behind me forces me to lean into the tree. As your bare chest on avrupa yakası escort my back presses mine against the maple, the roughness of its bark feels almost painful, scraping against the tender skin of my breasts- but strangely exciting too. I shudder as you lick the back of my neck, then cry out in bliss as, with a snarl, your teeth close over the skin there, biting me firmly before nipping a line from there to my shoulder and back again.

I sense the weight of your gaze on me as you flip my skirt up over my back. Your movements slowing, I can feel you trace your fingers gently over my backside, your hand cupping me, dipping down to test the wetness you know is there. Sliding a finger over me, into me. I can hear your low pleased laugh, and can only moan, clinging tighter to my tree. Moving in behind me, you run your hand lightly over my backside once more. Then suddenly I hear you growl. “Tease me will you?” and your hand crashes down, spanking me sharply once, twice, then a third time, hard stinging smacks, the sound ringing in my ears. Hard enough to redden and sting but not enough to really hurt. Before I can work up a reply, your hips thrust forward, and you bury yourself in me with one smooth move….

So tight it almost hurts, sheathed entirely within me, oh god, I can feel every inch of you inside. Your hands move to my hips, and suddenly you begin to drive into me, hard and fast enough to rip a scream from my throat. I love the feel of you, pounding yourself fiercely inside me. My back arches as you rock your body against mine, every stroke, every pass making me cry out. Sweat traces a line down the center of my back, trickling down further with every thrust of your hips into mine. Low, helpless noises, whimpers sound from my throat, accompanied by the hammering of flesh against flesh and the sound of your harsh breathing.

Please! I cry out. Oh please… Harder and faster you grind yourself into me, my arms braced desperately on the tree, my nails digging into the rough bark. I call out your name as my body quivers and tightens around yours. Suddenly my back bows, light bursting in front of my eyes, screams spilling from my throat as I come apart in your arms. The pleasure has me writhing, bucking beneath you, nearly bringing me to my knees, but still your hands hold me firmly. Pounding faster now, a flurry of quick, hard thrusts lets me know that the feel of my body throbbing around yours has brought you close, so close. Harder. Faster. Oh yes! A second, unexpected wave of pleasure wracks my body. My eyes go dark and blind, my body arches, tenses and contracts around yours, squeezing you tightly and pushing you over the edge. One final deep thrust and I can feel you explode inside me, drenching me with your warmth. My body rocks with yours as you continue thrusting, still pumping yourself inside me, finally slowing, our breath coming in ragged gasps as you groan your release and collapse against me.

My legs and my death grip on the maple will barely hold me up, let alone both of us, and we slide to the ground together in a boneless heap. Exhausted and pleased, you wrap your arms around me as I snuggle into your chest. Brushing my hair out of your face, you groan contentedly. You can’t see the Cheshire cat smile on my face, but you can feel my deep sigh of satisfaction.

In my fantasies, I always win.”

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Mark and Chris Ch. 2: Chris’ Prom Experience

After Mark and Cassie jumped into Mark’s Camaro and roared off, Chris and Rebecca stood on the curb and kissed hot and intimately for a while before doing anything. He didn’t like the dress, since it made it hard to feel her tits, but he could cup her ass and grope it. Finally she broke the kiss, pushed him back against the car and, while breathing raggedly, whispered in his ear,” am I finally gonna get it?” Chris had never actually had sex with her. They had messed around, and he had fingered her, but he had not done the deed. He knew he would tonight. After all, that’s what prom was all about. He did not answer, just smiled wickedly.

“Hop in baby, let’s ride.”

She had a huge smile on her face, as she jumped in the car, and they speed off. Zooming down the road, they took the alternate route, as Chris ran every stop sign, and several red lights.

“Slow down, I don’t want the evening ruined by a ticket.”

“Okay sweety.” He did it, too. That was also the first time he took his eyes of the road to look over.

When he had been at Rebecca’s house earlier that night, she had been dressed in a red (she had told her big brother that her dress would have to be red, or no dress), long fancy gown. Her brown hair was done up (he never understood why women had to do their hair up for formal events), make-up dabbed on her face, and around her brown eyes. For the first time she was wearing the earrings he had given her. The hung from her cute little earlobes like Christmas ornaments, and he wanted to unwrap the gifts right there. The gown did not really have a low cleavage, but it did have a supportive, and almost push up, effect on her breasts, with nothing covering them on top. The dress flared slightly at the bottom, but it had a slit on the side, reaching up mid thigh. He had sent a silent prayer to god for blinding Marks judgment by the price when he bought this dress, as he pulled her into his arms, and pecked her lips. Her mother was there, with the small camera, and her dad with the big one. “Now smile.” Unlike his best friend, he only had to pose on the porch, and on the stairs, and only one each with mother and father. He knew what agony Mark was going through, and inwardly he smiled. Finally, he grabbed Rebecca’s and Cassie’s bags, and threw them in the trunk.

“Can I put the top down, or will that ruin your hair?”

“Oh, hell no, buster! We are staying locked up in here,” she smiled as she said it, then leaned over, and gave him a long tongue kiss. They got to the restaurant first, and waited for a couple of minutes. When the others arrived, Rebecca had seen the glow on her friends face, and bulge in her brother’s pants. Almost as soon as they had sat aydınlı escort down, the girls had hustled each other into the bathroom. They where not the only prom pair there, but they found a mirror piece they staked as their own, and compared notes.

“Mark did not kiss me yet. Do you think he don’t like me as we thought he did?”

“Nonsense, he’s a Marine now, he moves at a slower speed. Just relax, it’ll be alright.”

“How about you?”

“Ohhh, girl! Mark came, we kissed, took our pictures, and were out like a light.” Cassie’s face frowned in agony.

“Well, we had to suffer a photo session, like I said we would. How am I gonna get him to kiss me?”

“Listen, just go back in there, and rub him where guys like it, and you know he’ll be over you like stink on shit.”

When they got back to the table, it seemed as if Mark was whispering in Chris ear.

“Hey girls, you all ready to eat now? Or is this diet night?” Sometimes Chris was real prick.

“No Hun, since you are paying, I plan on appetizers, main course, desert, and a salad. What are you having Cassie?”

Chris was already sweating before she had even finished. He was notoriously tight wadded, and even though he knew well that he could afford it, the thought of spending that much money made him dizzy.

“Ohh, I’m just teasing.” Rebecca reached under the table, leaning over slightly, and rubbed her baby’s dick through his pants. She could see his eyes go out of focus, then dart to her brother, and then lose focus again. From the way her brother was squirming, she knew that Cassie was following her advice. She just knew this would be a good night.

* * *

Chris did not believe his eyes when he looked over at his girl. Somehow she had defined the laws of physics and had stripped out of her gown in the car, and thrown it in the backseat. Then she had leaned her seat back, and was no playing with her breasts, her one hand in her thong panties, obviously stimulating a very aroused clit.

“What, what, what are you doing?” He tore his eyes away, and somehow managed to keep from hitting a truck ahead of him. He changed lanes, and as the driver of the red Chevy honked at him, speed around. The honking stopped the second the man got a look into the car. Then he almost hit a light post. Serves you right, you honking bastard, Chris thought.

“Reba, baby, what are you doing?”

“Honey, I’m soooooo hot for you.” She reached over, and rubbed his dick again.

“I need something hot, hard, and stiff. And I need it bad, uhmmmmmmmm.”

Her hand dipped back into her panties, and started rubbing again. Moaning passed her lips, and Chris started looking bağdat caddesi escort for a place to pull over. Dammit, dammit, dammit! He shot past the light, and in the corner of his eye saw Mark’s Camaro pull into the parking lot. “What the… already there?” Think fast. He stomped on the brakes, and hung a right into the parking lot. Spinning out his tires, he flew through the strip mall lot, coming up behind Wal-Mart, and pulling up next to the little lake and gazebo that stood there.

“Ohhhh baby, here?” She was panting now, as she took herself higher and higher. Quickly, he stripped of his blouse, shirt, pants, and shoes. Pushing his seat all the way back, he leaned it down, as she climbed into his lap, and crushed her lips on his. Their tongues danced in furious passion, as they both struggled for dominance. Her nails tore into the white shirt he wore under the khaki uniform shirt, and ripped it away. He fondled her breasts, before he came to his sense, and started massaging them, rolling them between his fingers. Pulling away from her lips, he inhaled one nipple, as he pinched the other one. Licking and sucking it, he nibbled it gently, as his other hand slid down her back, and grabbed her ass.

“Ohhh baby!” She straddled him, kneeling over him, and reaching into his briefs, pulled them down, as his cock sprang out and into her waiting hands. “So big, and hard and strong!” He moaned out as she began to stroke it.

“Yes baby, stroke your man, ohhhh god!” He went back to sucking her nipples, and nibbling on them, then pressed his chest against hers, as he nibbled her neck and earlobe, flicking the earrings. Then he pushed her down on her seat, and put one leg up on the dashboard, the other over the back of the seat. She giggled, leaning her head on the armrest in the door, and closing her eyes as his tongue found her pussy. Twisting his body in his seat, he licked her lips and her labia, then slowly moved over to her clit, and sucked it into his mouth. Dragging his teeth across it, he marveled at it. It was bigger then any he had ever seen. Licking it, sucking it, nibbling on it, his one hand continued to caress her breasts. The other worked its way into her pussy. The middle finger pumped in and out of it, lubing itself for its next mission. Sucking her clit, he held it between his teeth, his lips teasing hers. As his tongue flicked, licked, and teased the top of her clit, his finger slipped out of her pussy, and started pressuring her asshole. She moaned out loud, her body thrashing around, as his finger slipped in. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he worked it all the way in. She came all over his face the second his knuckle hit her ass. Milking her clit, bahçelievler escort he licked and flicked it, then licked her lips and moved his face in closer, licking up her sweet juices.

“Ohhhhhhh, GOD! Chris, baby…. ughhhhhnnnn what are you doing?” It had never felt this good before. And she figured it would get better.

Chris sat up, and moved his seat all the way forward, climbing half between hers and the back. “Move your seat all the way forward and come sit on my lap, baby.” Eagerly, she complied, and straddled him. Turning her on his lap, he pulled her thongs up into her ass, giving her a tight wedgy as she lay across him, his hard cock pressing against her crotch. “What are you doing baby?”

“Know what you’ve been doing to me all night?”

“What are you doing?”

“Well, its payback time.” Raising his hand, he spanked her. She yelled out when his hand struck her ass. Raining them down, he turned her ass red and stingy, as she trashed about on his lap. As he did it, her hand found its way to her pussy, where she furiously frigged herself to another shattering orgasm.

“That’s what you get, you little tease.” Pulling her up to straddle him, their lips meet once again in warm embrace, as he held her close and caressed her.

“You still love me?” He had never spanked her. But she liked it. Loved it. Wanted it.

“Of course baby.” Lifting her up a bit, he slid her thong to the side, and lowered her down on him, slowly pushing his cock up into her. Moaning out loud, Reba folded her legs up under herself, controlling the descent. Chris felt the resistance in her cunt, amazed that it had not ripped from her years of dancing.

“This is going to hurt a bit baby, just let me take care of you.”

“Uhhh, huh…ahhhhhghhhhh!” She had not even finished when he grabbed her hips and pushed through. Then he immediately began doing her. His hips bucked her up and down on him, letting her ride him. Throwing her head back in passion, the young lady screamed out loud in a animal voice, as her pussy clenched him, and he fucked her. Riding up and down on his hard prick, she grew accustomed to the huge manhood in her. Moving her hips, she found how she could give herself more pleasure. But he wasn’t waiting that long. He had saved it all for this night, not even jacking off since she had played with him.

“Watch out baby, here we UGHNNNNNN!” Exploding in a huge wave, he crashed up into her. Throwing her head back, Reba cried out again. Shot after shot of cum filled her, shooting up into her wave after wave, each one stimulating her own orgasm higher and higher. Finally he was spent, and she collapsed on him. He held for a couple of minutes, then eased her into the seat, buckled her up, and watched her doze. Climbing into the front seat, he drove them to the apartment. He knew more was ahead as he carried her through he front door just in time to hear Cassie’s screams of passion. Go figure that Mark was fucking his baby senseless. Her carried Reba into his bedroom, and began to suck her clit again. He could feel her stir and awaken.

“Ohhh baby, all night long….”

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This is the first story in a series about how I came to “make the rounds” with the incredibly beautiful women I work with. I joined this company a few years ago, and one of the great things about working in marketing is the number of young women who also work in the industry. My company is no exception.

This first story takes place several months after I’d first joined. It was late one Tuesday night, and I had decided to stay late to work on a big proposal that was due later in the week. Just as I was finishing up, I started to hear commotion outside my office. I thought I was the only one left, so I poked my head out to see what was going on.

One of my teammates, Sara, was on the phone, arguing with whoever was on the other line. She looked up and saw me, turned red, and quickly hung up. “Sorry if I was loud,” she said. “I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”

“No worries! Neither did I,” I replied. “Is everything ok?” I asked.

“I guess. My jerk of a boyfriend is pissed that I’m still working. Can I ask you a question?”

When I replied, “Of course,” Sara got up and walked over to my office. She plopped down into one of the oversized chairs. “You’re young, and clearly worked hard to get to where you are. My boyfriend, on the other hand, can rarely hold down a job, and gets pissed when I have to work late. Why do you think that is?”

I thought for a second. “He’s probably jealous. You’re smart, you work hard, you do great work in general. I’m sorry he doesn’t appreciate that.”

Sara atakent escort smiled. “You think I’m smart?”

“Absolutely.”

Sara abruptly changed topics at that point, and took me by surprise. “Do you also think I’m attractive?”

I was taken aback, and had to answer cautiously. Yes, Sara was incredibly attractive. She had long, dark hair, fantastic blue eyes, a petite frame with perfect tits and a perfect ass. I had frequently fantasized about her. But I couldn’t say all of those things to someone at work. “Well, uh, yes, of course you’re attractive,” I said carefully.

Sara smiled again. “You’re being cautious, I understand. But fuck caution tonight, ok? Whatever you say stays between us.”

I sighed. “Yes, Sara, you’re incredibly attractive. Sexy, in fact.”

“I needed to hear that.”

And with that, Sara got up from her chair, I thought to leave and go back to her desk. Instead, what happened surprised the hell out of me. Without breaking eye contact with me, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

“Do you think I’m attractive now?” she asked with a smirk.

With my mouth agape from surprise, Sara quickly lifted her shirt over her head and stood in front of me in her matching black lace bra and panties. She crossed the four feet between where she was standing and my desk, where I was sitting, put one hand on my quickly growing erection, and said, “I’ve wanted you since you ataköy escort started working here. Don’t say anything, just take me.”

I wasn’t going to argue with this beautiful, half-naked girl. Instead, I leaned in and kissed her. Sara melted into the kiss, her lips moist against mine. She started probing my mouth with her tongue, and my erection started straining against my jeans. As I moved my lips down to her neck, she sighed and reached for my belt as I grabbed her panty-clad ass and pulled her closer.

She quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped my jeans. Sara reached into my boxers and stroked my cock. “I need to have this,” she whispered into my ear.

I moved my hands up from her ass, across her back and unsnapped her bra. As her bra fell away, I was treated to two perfectly-sized firm breasts. I took one into my mouth, feeling her nipple harden in my mouth. As her arousal grew, I pushed her panties off her hips to the floor and cupped her now-naked ass.

Sara pushed me back slightly. “This isn’t fair. I’m naked in your office and you’re still fully clothed? Can we fix that?”

I stood up and took off my shirt and she pulled off my jeans and boxers together, freeing my aching cock. I looked down to her kneeling on the floor and watched as she took the head of my cock into her mouth. I leaned back in ecstasy while Sara expertly worked her mouth and tongue over my cock. Her blowjob was awesome. It didn’t take long before atalar escort I was close to cumming.

I pulled her up from the floor, pushed her back into her chair, and knelt before her beautiful, exposed pussy. It was waxed bare, without a hair in sight. I pushed her knees open and leaned in. She grabbed my head as I drove my tongue into her. I then gently sucked her hard clit and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. Her breathing became labored and she started rocking her body against my tongue and fingers. All of a sudden she exploded in orgasm, crying out in pleasure.

I looked up at her flushed, smiling face. Her eyes were still closed, and before she had a chance to recover from her orgasm, I stood and drove my still-hard cock into her sopping pussy. As I penetrated her her eyes flew open. “Ahhhh!” she cried.

I started fucking her tight hole, driving my cock deeper and deeper inside. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. The head of cock was now pushing against her cervix each time I penetrated her, and after just a few thrusts, Sara came again.

I kept riding her through her orgasm, feeling my own starting to build. All of a sudden, Sara moved one of her hands off my ass to tickle the base of my shaft. This was all I needed, and I exploded deep inside her.

I kept my cock in her for another minute or so. We were smiling at each other.

“That was incredible,” I said.

“Yes, yes it was. No regrets.”

“No regrets.”

I pulled out, and we stood up. Before putting our clothes back on, Sara embraced me. “I needed that, badly,” she whispered. “Thank you for making me feel so incredible.” She kissed me again on the lips, picked up her clothes, and left my office.

I sat back on my desk, still naked, still in awe of what just happened. Little did I know it was just the beginning.

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Author’s note: The following humorous tale is probably mostly fictional. All sexual actors are living humans aged 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author’s. It’s only a story.

*****

Make Me Scream!

How could she know till she tried them all?

*****

Do you know where the word LORD came from? It is Ye Olde Ænglish, from hlaford, bread-keeper, meaning the guy who feeds his people, just like a Big Man of New Guinea or a Potlatch chief of the Ecotopia redwood coast.

But in Ye Merrye Olde Ængland the word LORD came to mean a monopoly miller, the fellow with the strategically-located watermill who ground your grain and took half or two-thirds as his fee. You don’t like the deal? Then eat it raw, peasant! LORD came to mean the local rich guy upon whom your livelihood and life depended. It came to mean, The Boss. The Master.

Delia was a Lord’s daughter. Oh, her father was not a Great Lord, nothing fancy like that, not at all. He was merely the richest, most powerful, most ruthless guy in his corner of Suffolk, Ængland. You do NOT fuck with The Lord. Or with his daughter, the Great Bitch of Ipswitch.

Delia was rich. She was beautiful. She was of marrying age. And she was bored, very bored.

“Look at those pissants,” she thought as she rode her sorrel mare through the villages across her father’s domain.

“Look at that arrogant bitch,” the local people thought as she rode past, nose in the air. But they said nothing.

“Daughter dear, it is time you were married,” her father said absently one morning while reviewing his clerk’s accounts.

“Oh father, do you have a mighty lord lined up for me? A great, handsome, powerful, and rich lord to suit my needs?”

The clerk kept his mouth shut and his head down.

Her father was concentrating on the account numbers more than on Delia. “No, I have other concerns. Choose someone yourself.”

The lord and his clerk were deeply engrossed in determining how much more could be squeezed from prosperous farmers and how much more muscle they would need to hire to enforce higher fees. The lord did not see himself negotiating with another lord for his daughter’s hand.

“Why put myself in another lord’s power?” he asked himself. “Much better if she finds her own victim and does not bother me.”

Delia had bothered her poor father, the lord, for a very long time, ever since her mother died when Delia was young. He dealt with her via a long string of housemaids, tutors, pastors – that is, he did not deal with her at all, not personally. That was the chore of vassals and servants.

But she was still a bother. A beautiful, demanding, never-satisfied bother.

“Very well, father. I think I know what to look for in a man. Yes, I shall find myself a most suitable husband.”

The clerk did not dare to look up – until she stomped away.

From the corner of his eye he caught the distinctive wiggling of Delia’s shapely ass inside her tightly-wrapped robe. He finally looked at his lord.

“Sire, your daughter is a most willful girl. Do you think it wise to allow her to-“

“Oh, shut up, Murgatroyd. You are in no danger from her. Whatever fool she finds will inherit nothing of mine; my worthy son takes all. Forget about my daughter. Hey, what is this about?” The lord pointed into the ledger. “Did Winterbottom really only pay…” and yada yada.

Delia’s swarthy groom saddled her mare and helped her mount, careful to spy under her robe as her legs swung over the horse’s back. People did not wear knickers in those days. And she did not ride side-saddle. Delia did not mind displaying herself to the help, and did not mind at all feeling the motions between her thighs as her mare trotted along.

“What kind of husband do I really want?” she asked herself as she rode the rutted trail from the watermill to the nearest village. “Maybe a man who makes me feel as good as when I am riding. He need not be a rich man. I will get all I need from Father. No, I need a strong, dependable, studly man.”

The rocking, rolling ride did wonders for Delia’s private parts. acıbadem escort She would leave her fine Spanish saddle a bit damp when she dismounted.

Delia rode through the village and issued orders. She was very good at giving orders – she had a lifetime of practice. She rode on through the next village, and the next, transmitting more commands. Most were trivial. Some were absurd. Some were deadly.

And people obeyed. If they did not want to deal with the lord’s ire and his hired muscle, they obeyed.

Delia rode into the ancient port town of Ipswitch and issued more orders but these were backed with silver coins. Fine rings; rosewater; bright ribbons; tart snacks; a dog to flog; beads to decorate her slender ankles; rouge to redden her soft cheeks.

Delia did not really require rouge or other makeup. Bright blue eyes flashed from high cheekbones in a peachy face under long hair of dazzling gold. Firm ruby-red lips pouted or pursed over her bold chin. A long, strong neck held that commanding head aloft from her enticing stretched-hourglass body. Those beaded ankles and feet demanding to be kissed extended from under her robe.

Delia was simply the most beautiful female creature her countrymen had ever seen. And she knew it.

She mounted for her homeward ride. She did not really need a manly groom’s help to mount her horse – no, she merely liked to exhibit herself and tease the pissants. She had flashed two deacons when she mounted in front of St Mary le Tower church. Enjoy the show, boys.

She thought carefully while riding. Very carefully.

She stopped in every village on the way back home, and diverted to other villages along side tracks, to issue more orders. But these were orders of a different order – more than suggestions but not full commands.

“I seek a husband. Tell every man who would seek to win my hand in marriage to gather in St Timmon’s Wood this upcoming Sunday at noontide. Every man must be clean and presentable and willing to win me. That is my wish. Tell every man.”

Delia had devised a test to choose the best man for her. A clever test. An audition.

—

The choppy meadow before St Timmon’s Wood saw a strange crowd gather in the midday of that Sabbath.

Delia arrived early with housemaids leading a donkey laden with jugs of fresh water. One maid carried a bulky pack, revealed to be a large padded bedroll she laid on the ground at the designated site. A small bonfire was lit to heat a pot of water. A supply of cloth lay adjacent.

The meadow slowly filled with men, a vast assortment of men, several dozen men dressed from all stages of life – hearty fieldworkers, thin old merchants, hopeful youths, guardsmen, teamsters, and more. Some had foreseen the possibilities and wore only loin wrappings above their rough sandals, and maybe a loose tunic. Many were decently overdressed. All had taken care to clean themselves.

And all wanted Delia. They had weighed in their minds the pros and cons of marriage to this powerful, arrogant, immensely beautiful woman – and yes, she was now a glorious woman, not a sallow girl-child. Her ripe body exuded sexuality. Her fierce eyes showed fortitude. Her goodies proclaimed wealth.

Yes, they wanted her. Her position, and her power, and her pussy.

Delia stood beside the bedroll, barely draped in a shimmering coverlet. She faced the silent crowd of men with her legs wide and her hands on her hips.

“You, men, if men you are. Listen to my words. I seek a husband. I seek a real man, a stalwart man, a forceful man, a man who can satisfy me. And a man who will attend to me and to me only. Whichever man wins me will marry me – marry ME, nobody else – and will attend to no others.

“The man who wins me need only do one thing. He must fuck me, fuck me truly, and I must scream his name. MAKE ME SCREAM YOUR NAME! If I scream your name, I am yours. You have won me. And if any other woman screams your name then I shall have your punished, punished in ways you could not imagine.”

This last threat was a bit of a bluff. Delia akbatı escort was merely a minor backwoods aristo, not royalty. She did not possess “Off wi’is ‘ead!” authority. But she could surely make a wayward husband’s life miserable.

Delia dropped her thin robe and stood naked before the men. She moved her hands down her upper arms and across her magnificent breasts. She pinched her nipples and bounced her boobs. She ran her hands over her flat belly and inny navel and beside her baby-wide hips. She slid one finger past bright blonde pubic hair, deeply into her now-damp vagina. She put that finger to her mouth and ostentatiously licked. She stared at the men.

“This is what you win – IF you are man enough. Who here is man enough for me? Any of you?” She broadcast a withering sneer.

Delia squatted lasciviously on the bedroll and spread her thighs. Her blonde pussy gleamed in the noon sun. Her areolae stared like wide brown eyes. She glared at the assembled men.

“If any be a man, come and win me.”

Joshua Dent stepped forward. He was a great strong farm lad with with a bit of a reputation as a cocksman. Joshua has thought to have impregnated a few incautious local girls. He pulled his plain tunic over his head and dragged his rough trousers down from his waist. He stood tall and strong and muscular, hair and eyes as dark as the Ulsterman sailor his mother had fucked while her husband was away serving the King, and with a thick drooping cock like a stallion’s. He leered at Delia.

“I am a reliable man, my lady. I will satisfy you.”

Joshua moved forward. He spit on his hand and rubbed his dickhead with slobber. He lay between her well-turned knees, and slid himself into her. Hmmm, a bit dry, but not bad.

Joshua moved steadily, reliably, with strong strokes of great penetration. He moved slowly at first, then faster, and then in a frenzy. And he came.

Delia did not.

She pushed his limp form off her bored body. “Next,” she called.

Two of her maids dragged away the unconscious Joshua. Another laved her mistress’s loins with a cloth hot from the stewing pot. She carefully sponged away Joshua’s spunk. Delia would not become a sperm repository.

Elsmith Tewksbury was one of those thin older merchants, a pinch-faced middle-aged goods-broker who had buried four wives over the years. He wormed out of his dignified apparel and stood lean, moderately tall, adequately muscled – and possessed of an enormous penis, well over a foot long. “Hung like a horse” was coined for him. He grinned expectantly.

“No,” Delia said. “You will not put that inside me. No. Go away. Now.”

The naked Mister Tewksbury stepped forward, still grinning, led on by his massive horse-cock. Two men stepped from the crowd with drawn swords. Tewksbury stopped.

“Smart move,” Delia said. “Leave me and do not return. Now.”

Tewksbury looked at the much-too-close sword points, picked up his clothes, and walked toward the nearest trees with as much dignity as he could muster.

A ruddy young man clad only in long singlet and rough sandals stepped forward.

“I am Harry Claypool and I am your man,” he said, stripping.

“Oh no, you’re not hairy at all,” Delia giggled at the glabrous body.

“You are correct – I am a very smooth fellow,” Harry said.

He settled beside her on the wide bedroll, not very far up, just enough to kiss her waist, and her navel, and between her breasts. He looked into her face.

“Some men have no appreciation,” he said.

The tip of his tongue circled her puffy areola and then traced across her chest to the other. He nibbled and sucked, and then back to the first, and back again, and again, a bit longer and stronger each time. She gasped.

He moved up to kiss her long throat, and her strong chin, and her ruby-red lips. His tongue touched her lips. Her tongue touched his. They danced.

He moved atop her, his thighs over hers, between them, nestled in. Their faces joined with closed eyes. She raised her knees. He shifted, settled, slid inside her, stopped.

“Oh,” aksaray escort they breathed.

He was good. He was very, very good. His mouth worshiped hers, and her neck, and her breasts – when his hands were not occupied there. His curved cock struck all the right locales inside her. He brought her to a light climax, and then another, and then – right as he came too – a groaning monster.

A groaner. A deep moaner.

She moaned – but that was all.

“Oh, Harry,” she whispered, “oh, almost…”

Harry left. Her maid cleaned her.

A familiar, tanned young man stepped up. He dropped his cape, all he wore.

“Well, Delia, finally…”

She stared at her own older brother.

“David, no, you can’t…” she whispered inaudibly.

Yes he could. He could touch her in many familiar places and rouse her with familiar sensations, her blood taste, her blood scent, oh god, oh god… and a flash of ecstatic guilt when she came thunderously, as if her dying soul was ripped to bloody shreds by avenging demons.

“No, no, no,” she moaned. David left.

Others came. And came, and came. Delia mostly did not.

Men young and not so young, fit and not so fit, skilled and not so skilled, nor motivated…

Men with mighty cocks. Men with subtle talents. Men who might otherwise have been tolerable but who somehow possessed some scent or texture or shape that failed to win Delia. Those were most disappointing – the might-have-beens.

Some made no attempt to please her. She was a woman to fuck and that was quite enough for them. For some it would have been rape had she resisted. She did resist some; others quickly dragged them away.

Few remained by late afternoon. One came forward. “I am Mordechai, my dear,” he croaked. Oh fuck no! Not him! That ugly old toad! But he did not smell bad, and his naked body was not too mis-shapen, and his tongue… that tongue, he licked his eyebrows!

That tongue started around her toes, and slithered up her legs, tickling under her knees, and across her inner thighs, and around her mons veneris, and up and down her slit, and inside, oh fuck, so deep inside! and around her clitoris, some magic instrument playing her there, oh fuck, oh fuck…

Delia whimpered. She hyperventilated. She moaned. She squealed. She was in fucking ECSTASY! like being transported to heaven on angels’ wings. Every nerve in her body tingled. Every muscle throbbed. Every cell sang.

But she just could not bring herself to cry his name. No, not this old guy.

Mordechai stumbled away. Delia’s maid cleaned her. And time stopped.

A shape stepped from the shadows. A massive shape. A black shape. A black man – not from around here. A sailorman up from Ipswitch port – he must have heard of her offer. And now he was here, wearing only sailor’s white breeches, and sailor’s cord sandals, and a stern face above his massive gleaming ebony chest.

“My name is Shit,” he growled.

He peeled himself naked. His cock was smaller than Tewksbury’s monstrosity and was in the realm of normal humanity, but only barely. That meaty weapon stood out from his obsidian loins like a cannon prepared to fire.

He threw himself forward and roughly spun Delia over onto her startled belly. He pulled her hips up and her thighs apart. He spit on his hand and rubbed his cock wet. He spit on Delia’s asshole and thumbed-in the bolus.

He slammed his big black clock deep into Delia’s virgin Anglo-Saxon anus.

“OH SHIT!” Delia screamed.

And that is how he won Delia’s hand in marriage.

—

The black sailorman (who was actually named Lucius Sainte-Croix, from Barbados) was quite happy to give up the merchant navy’s regimen of rum and buggery for a nice landside position. He got along quite well with his new father-in-law The Lord, providing admirable muscle when needed. Nobody fucked around with Shit, er I mean Lucius.

But he fucked around quite a lot. He was not quite the loyal, exclusive husband Delia wanted. But she could never punish him because nobody else screamed his name.

Nobody screamed out, “Oh Shit!” anyway.

That is because he told his other women that his name was Fuck.

THE END.

*****

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The text came while I was watching the baseball all-star game, a glass of wine on the night stand next to the couch, my lab nuzzled up comfortably on my lap, snoring contentedly. It wasn’t quite dark out, just shy of 9 PM on a sultry mid-July evening.

“Would you come over and climb into bed with me?”

I had a decision to make. It took me about a nanosecond. What the hell, it was only an all-star game.

My lab forlornly watched me as I scrambled out the door after a lightning-quick shower and grabbing another bottle of wine. See you in the morning, big fella. Daddy needs to mount something.

I’d met Lynn on-line only a few days before and we’d already shared enough steamy texts to fry a phalanx of smart phones. Oh, and she also had forwarded, as if I needed further enticement, one naked photo of herself, naked and bound upright, her thong pulled down around her thighs, adorned in the obligatory fuck-me pumps. Those kind of photos serve to capture my interest.

It didn’t hurt that Lynn was absolutely stunning, a Gwyneth Paltrow look-alike with bigger tits. Much bigger tits. A truly classically beautiful face and a body that would have put women half of her forty-seven years old to shame.

And did I mention really big tits? Just checkin’.

In my haste to depart, I eschewed any navigational systems, so it took me about twice as long to finally find her house as would normally be needed. But, upon arrival at her front door, it was well worth the wait. I would have taken a one-way shuttle to the dark side of the moon for this vision of loveliness.

She peeked almost shyly from the doorway. As I approached, I could see that she was dressed in a sheer white baby-doll nightie. Yum. She pulled me inside by the hand lightly and we kissed softly, two sets explorative lips seeking each other. Then we kissed again, this time a bit deeper, more hungrily. Her mouth was warm, wet, and her kisses were one of a shy seductress, but indicative of the passion to ensue.

A very good start.

She released the kiss and reached for the bottle in my hand. “You brought some wine, thank you!” she exclaimed in her little-girl-like voice. The voice was such a dichotomy from the stunning forty-seven year old beauty in front of me, but only added to the overall allure. As if the rest of her virtues weren’t enough, the voice only served as another aphrodisiac.

She made a shushing motion with a finger to her lips as she led me to the living room and placed me down on the couch in front of her television, again kissing me. I watched her silently as our lips met. She was indescribably pretty, and her sensational body was silhouetted through the sheer fabric of the nightie which barely covered her luscious ass. I was barely focused on her words as she rose up suddenly.

“Put on whatever you want. Some porn, maybe? I have to go make sure my son gets to sleep.”

She left me there with a monumental decision as I fiddled with the remote. Pay-per-view porn with a young son in the next room, or the all-star game?

America’s two favorite pastimes.

I opted for baseball, although I wasn’t at all interested in the outcome anymore. I was just finding out that the American League, as usual, was beating the National League when she emerged from the hallway, her long blonde straight hair cascading down her back.

“I’m going to pour us some wine, honey. Be right back.”

I admired her barely-covered rear end as she disappeared into the kitchen, my erection already at a peak. Never had I been so aroused feigning watching a baseball game.

Lynn came back with two large goblets and eased herself down next to me on the sofa. She took a generous sip of wine. “Mmmm, tastes so good.”

She leaned over to kiss me, but I put up my hand. “Wait, baby,” I implored.

I reached for the other goblet and took a large sip myself, and then cupped her face into my hands, cradling her head at a slight angle, opened her lips with my tongue, and pushed the wine out of my mouth and into hers, a small stream of fruity nectar languishing between her lips and down her throat slowly.

Her eyes widened as she gulped, and she exhaled sharply. “Wow!” she breathed, gasping slightly. “That was wild. Where did you learn that?”

I smiled and shrugged. She put the goblet back into my palm. “Do it again. Please!”

Give the lady what she wants, right. This time, I let the wine ease into her mouth like a soft spring rain, and she lapped and tugged at my lips like a ravenous kitten hungry for momma’s milk.

I held her head back and watched the blissful look on her face. her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy smile on her goddess-like countenance.

“Fuck, that is intense,” she half-giggled, half-groaned. Then her eyes became slits and she gazed at me intently, uttering the magic words, the key to the castle.

“Let’s go to bed, lover.”

I carried the wine glasses into the bedroom and she sat me down on the edge of the king-sized bakırköy escort bed. She lit a candle on the night stand, and I was more than ready for the games to begin when she got up and said, “Oops, forgot something. Be right back.”

My hard-on and I sat there patiently. Lynn came back with two large bottles of water. “I have a feeling we’ll be needing to hydrate ourselves.”

Gotta love a woman who is prepared.

She walked to the end of the bed and unraveled some red silk scarves from the covers. “Ordered these on-line for us. They just arrived today. We can tie each other up and use as blindfolds.”

Check that. A woman who is REALLY prepared. (Now, I wasn’t silly enough to believe that the goodies were there just for my arrival, since we’d only known each other electronically for about 72 hours, but what the heck, if that was her story and she was sticking to it, it was fine by me.)

Finally, mercifully, she knelt down on the floor in front of me and shook her long blonde mane to the side. She gracefully undid the button on my shorts and pulled down the zipper. I raised my butt from the bed to allow her to pull the shorts from my body. They fell to the floor next to her.

Without a word, or further ado, this gorgeous blonde vixen lowered her mouth onto my shaft. Her lips immediately enveloped my cock, about halfway down my length.

Similar to a first kiss, the initial seconds of a blowjob tell you whether the chemistry will be good or not and if the woman knows and enjoys what she is doing in this milieu. Although men, by nature, are grateful for pretty much any blowjob, what was ensuing in the first two minutes or so of this particular performance will be etched indelibly into my mind as one of the Hall of Fame-worthy performances, to give another baseball analogy. (Hey, after all, it was all-star night!)

Lynn’s oral talents themselves were augmented by her moans and groans as she went to work expertly on my dick. She had a too rare ability to consume most of my shaft deep within her mouth, but could still create a sucking sensation so that it felt like she were placing my dick in a vice. This is a quality that very few women can master, sadly enough, but Lynn was quite the fellatrix. An oral maestro, if you will, orchestrating a one-woman solo symphony on my engorged cock.

She maneuvered herself so that she was now sitting on the floor with her legs tucked under the bed, presumably to get even better access to my entire rod. I swept her hair the side so that I could witness the erotic sight of this stunning woman making love to my cock after just having met in person mere moments before. (I’m not smart enough to make this up.)

I gripped Lynn’s silky hair and curled her golden locks into a tight mini-ponytail, and she grunted her approval and sucked even more eagerly. There was no need to face-fuck her or stuff my cock farther down her throat. Lynn was doing quite splendidly on her own accord. However, I wanted to send a signal of my own enjoyment and also let her know that I was still ultimately in charge.

Or at least give that illusion. I knew who was really in charge. At least for the time being.

I reached for a wine glass with my free hand, the other still entwined in her hair. I pulled her head back, and she reluctantly released my cock with a loud “pop”. She wiped a small strand of saliva from the corner of her lips. Extremely sexy.

“Are you thirsty, baby? Ready for more wine?” I asked her softly. She nodded and opened her lips, anticipating that I would pour some into mouth.

Instead, I dipped my cock deeply into the wine goblet and swished the cold chardonnay all around and over my throbbing cock. I extracted my cock, dripping with the chilled nectar, and fed it into her mouth. She groaned huskily as I fed her my cock, stuffing it into her throat, my hand now roughly gripping the back of her skull.

After about fifteen seconds of face-fucking and a unique wine tasting session, I released my grip. She stared up at me with a lustful gleam in her eye.

“Wild,” she uttered, almost inaudibly. “Do it again.” I did as instructed, and she rinsed and repeated twice more. My balls were filling rapidly with a release that did not yet want to happen, so I placed the wine glass back on the stand, stood up, and raised Lynn off the floor.

“Your turn,” I said simply, placing her on her back on the mattress and lifting her lingerie over her waist, letting it hang off of her heaving breasts.

I assumed the position on the floor myself and took a second or two to admire the landscape in front of me. Lynn’s pussy pulsed ever so slightly, her labia swollen and a pale pink, her hard clit peeking from its hood like a tiny rose waiting to fully blossom.

She had a small smattering of golden pubic curls surrounding her gash. Her aroma was sweet and pungent, heavy in the bedroom air, signaling her arousal. Her slit glistened as if a soft, nurturing rainfall had just fallen, her insides slick bakırköy bayan escort with her juices.

I went down on her slowly, inhaling the indefinable scent of a woman’s desire, and nibbled on her puffy folds. My middle finger began to leisurely massage her inner walls, and I began a north-south trail with my tongue, licking her from the top of her mons to the sensitive area between her cunt and her anus.

Lynn’s luscious body began to react to my ministrations, and she reached up and pulled the nightie over her shoulders, leaving her naked, at long last.

I gazed at her stomach heaving as she began to pull at the bed sheets with one hand, while pulling my face deeper into her gushing slit with the other.

I savored her flavor, which was fresh and tangy, the way most true blondes taste. But Lynn’s was even more delicious. Her strong,supple thighs wrapped around my head and I heard her begin to mumble softly, “Fuck me. I need you inside me. Fuck me now, please…..”

I lifted my head, having to tug it from her death grip. “What are you asking for, Lynn, darling? I can’t quite hear you down here.”

That little-girl voice became more husky. “Fuck me. I need your cock, baby. Give it to me.” She tried to pull me up towards her.

I rose and knelt in front of her. “Beg me,” I teased her, slapping my impossibly erect cock on her pussy.

Her eyes sparkled, enjoying the game, knowing her role. “Please, sir, please. Please fuck me…..”

Say no more. I eased my cock into her cauldron little by little, feeling her vaginal muscles begin to contrast and convulse around me. As I was to find out through the duration of this evening, and into the wee hours of the morning, Lynn had a very talented cunt. She knew just how and when to milk my cock, undoubtedly maximizing the pleasure for both of us.

She looked up at me longingly as I began to caress her large, full breasts. “Come down here and kiss me. I like to be kissed while being fucked. I like it face-to-face best.” She repeated the request, beckoning with raised eyebrows and a clench of her pussy. “Come down here. Kiss me.”

We fucked in variations of the missionary position for perhaps fifteen minutes, nothing frantic or urgent, but rather comfortable, getting accustomed to each other’s bodies and genitals. All the while, we French-kissed deeply, our tongues slipping into each other’s mouth and sucking on our respective lips and tongues. Lynn was as expert a kisser as she was a cocksucker.

The eroticism of the tongue dancing served to inevitably accelerate our fucking, which turned from leisurely to more frantic. I put Lynn’s legs close together so that I could slide more deeply into her, and she groaned loudly when my cock bottomed out at her cervix.

“I’m gonna cum, baby, give it to me. Give it to me harder,” she panted, her hands pulling my buttocks so that I had no choice but to thrust into her urgently. I could feel the heat rising in her nether region and little trickles of moisture flow from her gap each time I withdrew slightly.

“Ohhh, yes, please, please, just like that, harder, harder,” she whimpered as I tried mightily to delay my own explosion. Her head thrashed on the mattress like a puppet, and I felt her insides surround me with one last clench.

“Uhhhhhhmmmmffffff,” she moaned, her humid cunt spitting her ejaculate onto my cock, as I grunted myself, withdrew, held my dick over her torso, and sprayed my own seed on her flat tummy, a small puddle landing in the curve of her belly button.

I collapsed on top of her, and again we kissed, a non-verbal show of mutual gratitude for the intense lovemaking that had just occurred. We didn’t say a word for several moments, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. No words were necessary.

There is nothing more exciting and erotic than making a truly gorgeous woman cum……….

Finally, she rose and kissed my forehead. “Relax a while, honey. I’ll be right back.” I admired the incredible naked body that I had just so enjoyed as she disappeared from the candle-lit room and into the living room, closing the door behind her.

I waited for what seemed like thirty minutes for her to return, and eventually surrendered to slumber. I was asleep for well over another hour when I finally heard her re-enter the room, still nude.

She climbed in next to me, and curled up on her side, her back to me, offering no explanation for her disappearance for what had to be close to two hours. Nor did I ask for one. I was just happy she was back. We spooned and she purred contentedly as I pushed my body against hers, cuddling together. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and began to caress her ass and pussy with two fingers. My erection told her that I was more than ready for round two.

She turned on her side and kissed me hungrily, moaning into my mouth as my fingers slipped into her warm, wet pussy. She was ready, too, it seemed. Sleep would have to wait. In the famous words of Warren Zevon, “I’ll bayan escort bakırköy sleep when I’m dead.”

“Can I bring some toys into bed, would you mind?” she asked politely between kisses as I fingered her.

I’ve always been a ToysRUs guy when it comes to such items, so heck, why not? (And where did those scarves go to, anyway?)

Lynn reached next to the water bottles on the night stand and produced a pocket rocket and a huge, red, two-pronged dildo that she called, “Big Al”, with a substantial amount of affection.

The rocket and Big Al contributed a significant amount of pleasure for Lynn and myself as we alternated fucking and using the toys on each other (yes, I liked it!) for the next half hour or so.

Lynn rocked on to of my cock as she buzzed the small white device over her clit, keeping herself on the edge. (It’s nice when a girl has such an intimate relationship with her toys, isn’t it?)

“Turn around and ride me reverse cowgirl, Lynn,” I requested at one point. I had a plan for a triple play of sorts. Lynn acquiesced instantly, lowered her steamy cunt, now properly stretched, onto my cock. I heard the slight hum of the rocket and could see her tight hand gyrating.

But I liked my view better for one reason.

Lynn’s little pink puckered star winked at me from this position. Even this woman’s asshole was glorious! I licked my thumb liberally and slowly inserted it into her anus, just about up to the thumbnail.

Lynn’s body reacted almost instantaneously. But instead of rejecting the insertion into her most private hole, she embraced it.

“Oh, God, that feels good. Wow…..” she said over her shoulder. “Who knew?”

Emboldened by her positive response, I ever so slowly wiggled my thumb inside of her sphincter, like a small corkscrew. The combination of my cock filling her cunt, the small device on her clit, and a thick thumb in her ass soon sent her “rocketing” over the edge. With a loud grunt and wail, her blonde hair thrashed wildly as I literally could see her juices flow down the back of her thighs and onto mine.

“Oooh, fuck, that was great. Triple stimulation. That was an intense orgasm.”

I smiled, pleased that I could provide this sensational sex kitten with such pleasure.

The sex was getting hotter.

“Turn around, gorgeous.” I instructed her. “I want you to ride me now. use my cock for your pleasure.”

She jumped up and laughed. She knelt down beside me and, taking my cock in hand, she sucked me hard for a minute or two, tasting her own juices, licking them into her mouth. “I love my own taste, I love to taste myself,” she said, looking at me with twinkling eyes.

Lynn obviously had exquisite taste. And tasted exquisitely as well.

She then straddled me, placing her thighs outside of mine, and began rubbing my cockhead against her pussy lips. She moaned and began pushing down on me. I held my cock still and let her impale herself on me slowly. Her pussy was so wet that I slipped all the way in on the first thrust. I put my hands on her hips as we fucked, rocking slowly back and forth.

She began a slow rhythm, impaling herself a little deeper on my cock with each movement. I reached up and began squeezing her magnificent tits and pinching her nipples. As she took my entire length inside of her, she began to rub her clit and moan loudly. She began to say something incomprehensible, but only muffled grunts escaped from her lips.

Her head rolled forward and then back as I continued to pluck at her nipples and squeeze her tits. Her movements along my cock became wilder as she got closer and closer to another orgasm. Her hand moved rapidly across her clit. Soon she was uttering guttural obscenities, thrashing back and forth. I had to grab her by the hips to keep her from gyrating off of my cock. She collapsed onto my chest as the orgasm left her, my rigid cock still within her pussy.

She rested on top of me for a few moments then looked up and said, “That was fantastic!” I smiled and kissed her. As our tongues twirled against each other I began thrusting my hips upwards, moving my cock in and out of her pussy ever so slightly. We rolled over so that I was on top and managed to keep my cock inside of her.

I began fucking her hard, watching her tits bounce with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around my hips and began running her fingernails up and down my back. Soon I was ready to cum again but I didn’t want to, knowing that my next orgasm would probably be my last of the evening, and I wanted to prolong this carnal marathon for as long as I possibly could.

Lifting this beauty off of me, I laid her on the bed so that her head was at the end and hung over the edge, then I fell to my knees and spread her legs wide open. I ran my tongue down one thigh, flicked lightly across her soaked pussy, and up the other thigh. Back and forth I went, touching her pussy and clit with only the briefest and lightest of touches possible.

“Lick my clit!” she said ordered after three or four teasing passes of my tongue, trying to force my head down with her hands.

I resisted her pressure, “Beg for it! Beg for it like the slut you are. You know you want it – tell me how much you want it!”

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I arrange for the entire pool area to be inaccessible with no small amount of bribery. We stick to the rules, for the most part, though, and we both go into the separate changing rooms. Unlike normal, neither of us put a bathing suit on. This is an Au Natural occasion. Having made sure the hot tub is just the right temperature, the shallow pool is free of any annoyances, and the large pool is calm, with an almost glass like reflection on top. I take my time, giving you all the time you need to choose a pool and get comfortable.

I quietly open the door to the pool area, and look around, hoping you aren’t in the hot tub which is far more difficult to sneak up to. I smile as I see your bare back in the shallow pool, reclining over the side, occasionally taking a sip of your drink. Your breasts and arms rest on the ledge of the pool, your legs splayed out behind you, moving with the motion of the water. You are so relaxed you are nodding off a bit, much like I had planned, and don’t even notice when I slip into the water from the opposite end of the pool.

As I get closer, moving slowly so as to not cause the waves that would bring you back to alertness. I admire your body, fractured and broken by the light of the pool and the moving water. Your back, begging to be kissed and massaged. Your neck, I almost let out a moan at the thought of nibbling and teasing it. My eyes move down to your ass, perfectly proportioned, and I imagine holding it as you ride me. Your legs, just powerful enough to wrap around my body in a number of different positions, but often enough in the air or hanging over my shoulders.

Before I even get halfway there my semi hard cock has reached full erection, and I have an idea. I sit, watching, just out of range of your legs as they move. I watch for a pattern, and once I find one, I wait. When the time is right, when your legs are the widest apart, I swim in quickly, pressing myself between your legs and sliding my body up your back until my head is resting on your arm looking at you. You startle awake, then moan as you feel my cock pressed against your entrance. You lean forward and kiss me, your hand pressed gently against my cheek, then the back of my maslak escort head as we kiss deeply, passionately.

As we continue kissing, I begin pressing my cock into you, and I feel the moan start deep inside you, so that by the time it gets out it is loud enough to echo off the walls. As my cock slides fully into you, I leave it there, and begin to kiss and nibble at your shoulders and neck. You moan and squirm, begging me to begin sliding in and out of your pussy. I tell you to say please, but you are too busy squirming under my kisses and nibbles to do much else.

After a few times of trying to pull my cock out of your pussy and failing, you finally scream “PLEASE?!?” at me, and I begin immediately sliding my cock in and out of you, making you moan even more. I reach around and begin to rub and pinch your clit, making you moan even louder and push yourself back on my cock as I thrust into you. I keep sliding in and out of you, keeping a steady pace. After a few minutes you groan in frustration, and pull away. You swim over to the stairs, and I follow you. You step up on the stairs until you are halfway up, then grab onto the rail in the middle, bending yourself over for the perfect angle.

I climb up on the same step, and press my cock to you again. You are still very wet, a mixture of the water and the arousal, and I slide in easily. You moan as our skin meets, now really feeling the pleasure of the motions. I grab your hips, and begin sliding in and out of you. After a few minutes, you begin using the bar as leverage to push even harder back, making my cock slam hard into you. After a minute or two of this, you swear loudly and push even harder onto my cock, and I feel your muscles tighten around my cock, almost making me cum deep inside of you.

As your first orgasm washes over you, you move yourself violently up and down my cock, slamming my hard cock into you. It takes all of my self control to not let myself go, to fill you up, but I hold back, trying to control your thrusts back onto me. I take hold of your hips and control the thrusts so that even when your hips are pushing back on me hard and fast, the pace of my cock sliding into you sarıyer escort is more controlled. As your orgasm subsides, you begin to calm, your thrusts slowing until you indicate you want me to pull out.

I slide my cock out, and you straighten up, turn around, and kiss me. I take you into my arms, and kiss you back, matching your passion. After what seems like both hours and seconds, we break the kiss, each taking a long, deep breath. We both walk hand in hand over to the hot tub, which is set to the perfect temperature. I help you in first, making sure you do not slip, and once you have slid into the almost scorching hot water, I slide in myself. I swim over to you and kiss you softly, the palm of my hand brushing your cheek.

You swim over to the corner, which has three nicely placed jets, and let the pulses relax your back and shoulders. After a few minutes, you open your eyes, and look over at me. I am sitting on the steps, smiling broadly at you, just enjoying the sight of you relaxing in the water. You ask me what I am looking at, and I answer “the most beautiful woman in the world, of course!” You smile shyly, and splash yourself with water to maintain the warmth and look thoughtfully into the water. I lean back, allowing myself to submerge mostly into the water, relaxing on the stairs of the hot tub.

I realize I nodded off when you swim up beside me, running your hands across my chest. I reach my hand up and pull your mouth to mine, kissing you deeply. As we kiss I feel you stand up slightly, and I feel your leg swing across me. The angle of our kiss moves as I feel your legs straddling my waist, and I break from the kiss. It takes me a second to realize that the warmth on my cock is different, that I am pressed against your pussy. You begin to lift yourself up, and I know what is coming next as my cock presses against the entrance of your pussy, and you drop yourself down, pushing my cock all the way into your pussy.

With my cock buried deeply inside you, we both groan and moan, the tightness of your pussy gripping my cock like a glove. You shift around, making sure to get just the right footing, and then begin to slide slowly up and down, beyoğlu escort your pussy still gripping me as you draw my cock in and out of your tight pussy. I moan softly as my cock is put to the test with every tight thrust, each pleasure filled motion.

I reach up and begin massaging your left breast, rubbing, squeezing, and pinching the nipple. You keep up a good fast rhythm on my cock, trying to get me to cum like I made you, but I keep just the right angle to make me last awhile. I reach forward and grab your ass. Not as easily as on a bed, but I begin hammering my cock in and out of your pussy. You moan loudly and curse my name, but don’t stop me as I slide my cock hard and deep into your pussy, triggering your next orgasm. Before I realize it’s begun, I begin to feel you taking the lead, pushing my cock deep into your wet pussy.

I try with all I can to stop myself from cumming, but as your pussy slides hard and fast over my cock; I feel my self control weakening with every motion. I reach in vain for edge of the hot tub, but before I can even get it there, the first stream of cum shoots from my cock, followed by more and more cum, filling you up. The feel of my cum filling your pussy sets off another smaller orgasm, but when added to the original one it makes you shake all over again. I grab you, and turn our bodies over in the water so that you are under me.

I begin to hammer my cock into your pussy, pressing you into the hard surface with every thrust. Your legs wrap around my waist, pulling me into you harder with every thrust. I lean down, intending to kiss your breast below me, but at the moment my lips meet your skin, you squeeze my cock harder, and I accidentally bite down on the skin I have by my mouth. I pull back from biting hard, but you still gasp as the pain, which I make up for with a few hard thrusts to make you forget the short term pain. As my last bit of cum leaves me cock, I slow my pace, and you drop your legs a little tiredly.

I allow myself to fall to the side, sliding out of you, and I pull you to me, kissing you deeply. We gently clean each other off, trying to prevent further arousal for a bit while we catch our breaths. We kiss and caress lightly for awhile, not caring for the clock on the wall. After some time, I let you go to warm yourself in the heat of the hot tub, while I go to swim a few laps in the pool now that the lane markers are at the side of the pool and there is no one in my way.

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