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It was a slow Tuesday afternoon at Derek’s Guitar Shop. As at many retailers, Derek’s sales business continued to decline in the age of e-commerce. Unlike many other businesses, however, he had a service end to his shop that helped him to stay in business. Sure, lots of people would come in to look at his wares and even play them a bit, then order a guitar online. But many of these budding musicians were clueless when it came to setting up a new guitar properly, so he got them to pay him to put in a little work to make their new purchases sound as good as they would have if they’d just bought direct from him in the first place.

He wasn’t sure what to make of the woman in the sundress and cowboy boots who strolled in a bit after lunch. She was of medium height with a slim build, but he certainly noticed and appreciated both the swell of her breasts and the curve of her ass, neither of which seemed to be confined by any sort of underwear. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, her beautiful face framed by sun-bleached blonde hair that went all the way down her back.

“May I help you?” he asked from behind the counter after watching her browse his selection of acoustic guitars for several minutes.

“Yes, please,” she said, turning and giving him a dazzling smile that showcased her perfect cheekbones and straight white teeth.

“Looking for a new acoustic?”

“I am,” she replied. He puzzled over her accent. Definitely European, which was not all that common in this part of Florida. Or in his rundown shop, except for when his friend British Bob stopped in. “Can I try this one out?”

“The Baby Taylor? For sure,” he replied, grabbing a light-gauge pick before walking over to her and pulling the guitar down from the rack. She stood awkwardly with the guitar after he handed it to her. “Oh, would you rather sit while playing? I guess it’s kind of big for you to stand and play.”

“It’s not just that,” she replied, her accent dancing through Derek’s head. “It’s more…I’m not very good and don’t like to play around people. Do you have a practice place?”

“Sure. You can use the studio I used to use for lessons.” He reached out for the guitar, gestured for her to follow him to the smallish windowed room across from his register that contained two folding chairs, two small amplifiers and a pair of old, beat-up Asian-made electric guitars. “I’ll leave you to it,” he said, handing her the guitar and pick before closing the glass door and returning to his stool behind the register.

He enjoyed the view as he watched her get comfortable with the three-quarter-sized guitar from across the shop. She strummed a series of major chords with surprising ferocity, the bright tones leaking out through the door and into the store. She looked the part of a country star with her black dress printed with pink roses and those oversized sunglasses, smiling as she became lost in her guitar playing.

As the minutes passed she loosened up, her chording becoming more precise and the rhythm of her right hand losing its initial choppiness. He recognized bits of her playing, some early Beatles here, a bit of “Mrs. Robinson” and the big chorus of “Lola” there. She’d occasionally segue into fingerpicking or riffing but by and large she strummed away producing bright tones like a joyful songbird on a sunny summer day.

A phone call from a supplier broke the spell, led to him shuffling through some paperwork for a few minutes as he talked to his Fender guy. When he looked up and over at his customer again he was stunned by what he saw. “Hey Manny, I’m going to have to call you back,” Derek said, hanging up before the sales rep could even reply.

Derek was shocked, amazed and aroused all at once by what he saw. The woman had stopped playing the guitar and began playing with herself! Her sun dress was bunched up around her waist and she was rubbing her shaven womanhood with her right hand while the left held the guitar in place across her upper legs. She’d removed the sunglasses and her eyes were closed in concentration as she rubbed her clitoris, a serene smile on her lovely face.

He tried not to stare but couldn’t help himself. He hadn’t had sex since a drunken one-nighter several months ago after a gig at a roadhouse two counties over and felt his groin stirring. She had to know he could see her…was she merely putting on a show or extending an invitation?

He continued to watch, flexed his pelvic muscles, both enjoying the sensations along his encased erection and feeling frustrated by its captivity as the woman continued to enjoy herself in the practice space. He thought about locking the door and putting the “closed” sign on but decided that would be a creepy move, that he wasn’t going to lock this alluring stranger in his store like he was some sort of predator. Instead, he moved his stool so his back was to the entrance door and his profile in full view of the rehearsal space, then leaned back, unzipped his black jeans and fished Kartal Escort his hard cock out of his boxer briefs.

The woman’s eyes popped wide open when she saw Derek lightly stroking himself. Though he appeared to be just around average in length and girth he was circumcised, unlike her husband and most of the men she’d been with back in her native Switzerland. She found herself growing even wetter as she watched, began working her index finger along her labia, thinking how good it would feel to have this stranger’s cock buried deep inside her. Finally she gently penetrated herself, sinking a finger in to the second knuckle while thumbing her fully aroused clitoris.

Derek gently ran two fingers along his engorged length, lost in the visual sensations she provided to accompany his tactile ones as he gently squeezed his head. Even from 15 feet away the woman could see the shiny dollops of precum he’d drawn forth to lubricate his head. She felt proud to know that she was able to elicit such a response from a stranger.

Their eyes locked on one another as they each individually continued to pleasure themselves. The woman wore a relaxed smile, while Derek’s face showed a more serious expression. His eyebrows shot up when she brought her shiny finger to her mouth and licked her essence off, then pointed toward the front door and pantomimed locking it with the twist of her wrist. Derek stood and began to tuck his cock back in; she shook her head in response.

Accepting her challenge, he walked to the door with his member out and flipped the sign to “closed” before locking the door. When he turned back around he saw her beckoning him over with her finger. He walked toward the practice room without hesitation and opened the door just as she pulled the guitar up off of her lap and leaned it against the wall.

“On your knees,” she immediately instructed. “I want you to see how good I taste.”

Ignoring the mixed metaphor, Derek crouched before her and without a moment’s hesitation placed his mouth between her splayed legs, her sundress falling over the top of his head. He felt her hands touch his head through the thin cotton as he kissed around her several times, enjoying her scent and feeling her warmth and wetness as she scratched his scalp. His tongue darted out, stabbed between her delectable folds several times before slowing down and lapping along her pussy, trailing downward and then upwards to her clitoris, lost in her sweet, tangy taste. He began to lick between her lips while rubbing his nose against her aroused clit, reveling in her smoothness and her scent.

“That feels so good,” she said. “Sometimes when I play guitar the vibrations just get to me, like they did today. Being surrounded by all of these instruments and feeling the music surge through the body of the guitar and knowing that a talented musician like you was near just got me so turned on!”

Derek paused in his ministrations, then chuckled when the woman pulled her dress away from his face and their gazes met. “Talented musician?” He played out a few times a month, both by himself and with a few different combinations of friends, but hardly thought of himself as much of a musician.

“Oh, I’ve seen you play before. At the park and at the county fair with that blues band. But I had no idea you worked here.”

He reached a callused finger between her legs, trying to make up for the absence of his tongue. “Work here? I’ve owned this shop for years.”

“So you’re Derek…oooh, I like the way your rough hand feels on me. But…there’s something else I would rather feel. Stand up.” He got up, his 45-year-old knees creaking a bit, suddenly embarrassed that his half-hard cock was dangling freely through his fly. The woman’s eyes were drawn to it, and a moment later she took it in her hand. “I liked watching you.”

“I really enjoyed watching you,” he replied. “You’re very sexy.”

“Well I hope you enjoy this as well,” she said before leaning forward, undoing his belt and button before pulling his jeans down to his knees. She grasped the waistband of his underwear, pulled it down and toward her to free his length. For Derek it felt like the longest 10 seconds of his life, but proved worth the wait when he felt her cover his head with her mouth. She expertly swirled her tongue around it several times, savoring the sweet-salty taste of his precum’s residue, then extended her tongue along the bottom side of his shaft. She began to suck, creating a powerful vacuum that quickly brought him to full firmness.

“My god, that feels so incredible,” he hissed, his eyes narrow slits as he looked down at her. “You’re very talented.”

She backed off, his cock exiting her mouth with an audible plop. “Thank you. I love sucking.” She continued stroking along his length. “And fucking. I don’t have much time. Do you want to fuck? You seem to be ready and able.”

He moaned as she took him all the way down, then licked his scrotum and Kartal Escort all along the underside of his length as she backed off, her tongue holding him perfectly horizontally as her greenish eyes locked on to his hazel ones. “I live just upstairs.”

“No,” she replied. “Here. In your shop.”

“It’s not the most comfortable place…”

“Just lay down. The floor seems clean enough.” Derek chuckled; a friend had given him one of those little vacuuming robots a while back and he let it do its work after closing up the shop a few times each week. A bit of time on his back on the old rug-covered hardwood floor seemed worth it for this crazy opportunity.

He pulled his tee shirt over his head as she watched. “Now your pants.” They were already down by his knees but he hastily removed his hiking sandals, then pulled his well-worn jeans down and stepped out of them.

“Ta da,” he joked, trying to deflect some of the embarrassment he felt at standing there naked and erect in his shop.

“Mmmm, I think I’m going to enjoy this,” the woman said as she reached forward and stroked him once more, ran a finger around his crown several times before letting go.

“Just a moment,” she said, reaching down into her purse and rifling around for a bit before pulling a condom out. She examined the date on it and then brought it to her mouth, tore the foil open and fished it out, explaining her actions as she placed the reservoir tip against his own tip and rolled it all the way down to his base. “You’re probably clean but I don’t want anything dumb to happen. Now, lie down.”

As Derek lowered himself to the floor she stood up and over him, hiked her sundress up a bit, giving him a tantalizing view of her yearning wet womanhood. “Take your dress off,” he said, his voice taking on an unexpectedly boyish tone, modulating unsteadily between request and demand.

“I don’t think I will,” she replied, briefly standing over him before lowering herself until her knees touched the floor and her dress covered their genitals, her hands on the back of her calves. “We haven’t much time, after all.”

Derek gasped as she skillfully moved her hips around over him, felt her warmth as she positioned her pussy over his cock as it lay near his belly, her parted nether lips forming a channel that she rubbed along his latex-encased length. He reveled in the sensations as he looked up, her face a mask of concentration as she moved about, a smile breaking out on her face.

“Does my Derek like being teased?” she finally asked.

“I’m not the one who’s in a hurry,” he joked back.

“Shit, you’re right,” she replied, her right hand sliding beneath the folds of her dress. She grasped Derek’s slick covered shaft, pulled it toward her and guided it between her own folds. “Oh my God. There’s nothing like that first moment when a new cock enters me for the first time. Never believe any woman who says they’re all alike. Each is as unique and amazing as the man who has it.” She meant it; though she and her husband continued to have sex like a pair of newlyweds even after two decades together and a trio of children in the house, she allowed herself the occasional tryst for excitement’s sake.

“You’re the amazing one,” he muttered as he thrust upwards, surprising her with the sudden motion of his cock followed by his hands on her hips, pulling her down until he was completely inside her, his wiry pubic hair almost tickling her smooth skin. She felt amazing, like a perfect warm hug around his manhood as he held her close. A moment later she flexed her kegels, literally squeezing him. “My God…it’s like your pussy is just perfectly molded around me.”

“Shhhhh,” she replied, losing herself in the sensations of this new lover as they moved together. She reached down, took his hands in hers, began to move with and against him almost like she would with a piece of exercise equipment at her gym, using the strength in her well-toned upper body to push against him, to pull them together, to set a fast-paced rhythm all their own.

Derek quickly realized she literally had the upper hand against him, decided to let her dictate the pace and depth of their penetration, intuiting that she craved control just as much as she craved cock. He let himself get lost in the sensations, close his eyes, not focus too much on her beauty lest he come too quickly and break this spell she’d cast on him. He opted to live for the moment, moving only his hips while luxuriating in how amazing each small movement they made together felt.

“Fuck…this is incredible. You’re just so good,” he finally said after several wordless minutes. She smiled once more at his words, squeezed his hands to telegraph her delight as she continued to take her pleasure from this new partner. She knew she was close; orgasms were relatively easy for her, something she had several times daily. She also knew time was running short, that she had to pick up the kids from school soon.

“Are Escort Kartal you ready to come, Derek?”

“I’m getting there. But I don’t want this to end.” She smiled at the absurd thought of spending endless hours fucking on this floor, of the rug burns they would each have afterwards and of how sore her pussy would be after all of that activity. And then she gasped as her pleasure took over, as her brain and body and even her heart combined to bring her the bliss and release that she constantly craved. Derek felt her tight pussy contracting around him, reached around to cup her ass and began to thrust harder in hopes of coming with her. But the constricting force and reduced sensations from the condom kept him in check while his partner writhed with her pleasure.

She finally looked down on him, beaming, touched his face, breathing heavily. “That felt really good. But you didn’t come?”

“No. Stupid condom,” he said with an exaggerated frown, slowly rocking inside of her.

“That’s good. Because I really want to suck you dry,” she said, pulling her dress over her head. He gasped at the sight: the flatness of her belly, the firmness of her partially tanned breasts, paler than the rest of her torso but clearly no stranger to the sun. Her breasts were topped with perfect pink nipples that protruded a half inch or so and quarter-sized aureole.

“My God…if you’d been naked when you were on top of me I probably would’ve come in no time,” he chuckled as she rolled off of him and stood up.

“Let’s get you up on your chair,” she remarked, pointing toward his stool by the register. “Enough of this floor.”

Derek stood, back aching slightly, and walked the handful of steps across the shop to his perch and sat down, legs open, cock standing proudly. He flexed several times, eliciting a giggle from his partner as his sheathed erection bounced.

“Nice trick,” she commented, squatting before him, feeling a pleasant burn in her leg muscles after the 10 minutes or so that she’d spent riding him. She reached toward the base of his shaft with both hands, carefully grasped the condom’s ring and pulled it off, tossing it toward his wastepaper basket. “Now it’s time for me to perform some magic.”

She opened her mouth wide, engulfing him in one long slow motion until his entire cock disappeared in her mouth, his tip sliding easily down her well-practiced throat. She held him there for 15 long seconds, delivered intense, unexpected sensations as she gulped, constricting his spongy head until she needed air once more and slid off.

Derek looked down, marveled at what a mess she’d made, thick saliva dripping from his length. “Oh my God that was an amazing trick. You made me disappear.” She pumped him with her right fist by way of a reply, then took half of him between her lips once more. She wanted his cum and set to work releasing it, spiraling her tongue all around his head, licking, applying suction, stroking his shaft while tonguing his head, stabbing at his meatus, cupping his balls. He could scarcely believe the range of sensations she was eliciting, how varied her technique was.

Sooner than he might have liked she felt his head and shaft expand between her sweet, hungry lips, his balls begin to contract as they prepared to shoot for his essence.

“Fuck, I’m going to…”

“Yes, come for me. Give me your seed,” she commanded, fervently stroking him while sucking on his head.

“Don’t stop don’t stop oh fucccckkkkkk,” he muttered as his first thick shot spurted forth, practically deflecting off of her tongue and down her throat. She pulled her head back, kept stroking him as he continued to erupt, his creamy ejaculate landing on her cheek, her chin, her lovely long neck and finally down onto her breasts. She took him back in her mouth, literally sucked his last few dollops out, savoring the salty-sweet taste, the thick texture, both familiar and foreign at the same time, thicker than the loads she took from her husband almost nightly, perhaps a bit sweeter as well.

Derek shuddered, spent, amazed at how hard he’d come, how much she’d brought forth from him, though it had in fact been several days since he’d felt inspired to masturbate. “You come so much,” she said, delighted and surprised, looking sweet and slutty as his cum began to separate, the watery portion sliding down her body, the dollop on her chin hanging until she gathered it with her thumb and inserted it between her lips, gulped it down appreciatively. She did the same with the other spunk on her face, then rubbed the rest into her neck and chest. “It’s good for the skin. Lots of vitamins.”

“Mmmmm. In that case you can come by for some lotion any time,” he smiled, reveling in her sexiness and openness, surprisingly unembarrassed now to be here naked with her. “Come here,” he said, pulling her up, standing with her, embracing her.

“No,” she said surprisingly, turning her head when he tried to kiss her. “That’s…I don’t think we should kiss. That’s for my husband.”

“I should’ve known. Of course you’re attached.”

“I am,” she said, holding her left hand up, the tan lines from her missing wedding band obvious. “I don’t like to chord with my rings on so I took them off.”

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Through long dark lashes he looked down at me “Baby just tell me what you want” he whispered, I could hear the longing in his voice. I could feel how badly he wanted me as he pressed himself against me. His cock hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. His soft lips and the tickle of his mustache against the bounding pulses in my throat. He had been my companion for so long, the object of my hidden desires for what had seemed like an eternity. He was with me every night, in my dreams, holding me, caressing me, bringing me to new pleasures I had never known, and here he was in reality offering himself to me.

I argued with myself, I was in a long-term relationship with someone. Although I wasn’t happy in the relationship, the relationship was safe, well behaved, but devoid of passion. I was a prisoner in the safety of that nothingness, unfulfilled. Should I risk it all for just one night? His arguments were very persuasive, the assault from his lips, the flicks of his tongue, the caress of his hands weakening my every resolve. As his regiment advanced up the softness of my thighs and into the dark wetness, which lay beyond, my senses surrendered, captive to his will.

Just like every good commander, the terms of surrender were negotiated, he asked me one last time “ are you sure this is what you want?” I knew I could back out, but the situation had gone too far. I meant to see it through, the surrender was unconditional, I was now his prisoner.

He was gentle and slow, his hands torturing me; every touch leaving behind a trail of burning red-hot flesh which longed for more. With every caress, every kiss, I begged for more. When at last I reached for him, he moaned with wanting. As I stroked him, softly at first, then harder and harder till he quivered beneath my hand, barely able to form the words he asked “are you sure?” To answer his question, I guided him inside of me where I was wet with anticipation.

At first we were clumsy, two sets of hands groping in the darkness trying to find each other’s pleasure spots. The act became more synchronous, the two of us breathing and rocking in unison. He began to speak strange words that I had never heard before, as I translated this strange language of passion, I began to speak back. When we were both spent, we lay in the darkness holding each other and fell into a fitful slumber.

The next morning I awoke first, I slipped out from under the protective cocoon of blanket and flesh and tiptoed my way into the shower. I thought to myself, I could just sneak out and that would be the end of it, we would never speak of last night and life could go on as it had before this whole thing happened. It sounded like a good plan; I hurriedly grabbed a towel and quickly dried myself. When I went Maltepe Escort into the bedroom to retrieve my clothes, he lay on the bed, propped up on one elbow giving me an appreciative stare. “Hi there pretty lady” he said to me grinning. I could see that I had peeked his interest, judging from the bulge under the covers. I didn’t reply back, embarrassed, I tried to secure the towel tighter around me.

“Come here” he growled as he lay back, pulling the covers off of himself to show me his erection. “Look what you’ve caused,” he said as he grabbed the towel from me and guided me towards him. He positioned me over him and lowered me down onto his erect penis. Instinctively I began to rock, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I was sore from the activities of the night before, but quickly the pleasure overcame my pain. With short panting groans I let my self go and came for him. After he was satisfied, I quickly gathered up my things, explaining that I had to leave. He shook his head in understanding.

A week went by, I continued with my life as normally as I could. I cooked meals for my family, did the laundry, went to work, he and I were the only ones who knew that anything had happened. I couldn’t help but think of him, about how alive I felt when he touched me, the smell and taste of him, and the heights of passion he had brought me to. Every night I dreamed of him and of the passion we had shared. I didn’t dare call him; I didn’t want to risk it. At long last, he called me and we arranged to meet, we had a lot to talk about.

We had arranged to meet at his place, nervously I parked my car along the curb and got out. I tried to wear something demure and unrevealing, but underneath my baggy jeans and sweatshirt, I had donned my laciest bra and panties. I kept repeating to my self, nothing is going to happen, we are never going to do that again. I reached up to knock on his front door only to see him standing there watching me fumble with my purse. “Come on in” he said casually. He acted natural, as if nothing had happened between us. Sheepishly, I stepped through the threshold.

“You look nice,” he said as he looked down at me through those long dark lashes. I reeled in the scent of him, clean, fresh out of the shower, little droplets of moisture still clinging to his dark hair. Automatically as if I didn’t have control of my own movements I reached for him. We kissed deeply and passionately, my body yielding to the firm caresses of his hands. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he slid his hands under my shirt. “No” I whispered. Deftly, he unfastened my bra and slid my shirt up over my head. “That’s nice” he moaned as he gave my breasts, which were straining against their lacey confines, an appreciative stare. He Maltepe Escort Bayan slid the straps down my shoulders and discarded the bra on the floor. He took my nipples deeply into his mouth, his tongue flicking the nipple. “Do you want me to stop now?” he asked. My body was on fire, I wanted more. To show him how much I wanted him to continue, I slid my hand down the front of his pants, his hardness straining against the restrictions of his boxer shorts.

I reached up to try to unfasten his belt buckle, my fingers clumsily pulling against the cold steel clasp. “Here” he moaned as he grasped the buckle and released it with one hand. I slid his zipper open and guided his jeans and boxers down his narrow, athletic hips. In one skillful motion I guided his cock into my mouth. He began to rock against me, he breath coming out in short gasps, he grabbed the hairs at the back of my neck and directed my movements. I could taste him and I could tell he was close. I didn’t care, going all the way and letting a man finish a blowjob wasn’t usually one of my most cared for actions, but for him, I’d do anything. Just before he came, he stopped me, “No, I don’t want to finish like that, I’m going to do something for you.” I tried to protest, but I had no control, he slid my jeans down my legs, lowered me down onto the floor, and slid my panties out of his way. I was nervous and my heart was pounding, I had been eaten out before, and I didn’t care for it, it was embarrassing and it reminded me of going to the gynecologist’s office to have someone’s head between my legs like that. I tried to slide away from him in protest. “Stop that, just relax, I want to do this for you” he said as he stroked my inner thigh. I took a deep breath and held it as he slid his tongue along my pussy. He went slowly at first, his mustache tickling my clit. Under the skillful flicks of his tongue, I could feel my body yielding to him, I moaned in delight. “I want to taste your cum” he uttered. I could feel his hot breath against my clit. This time the assault was unyielding, his tongue teasing me, his fingers stroking me, his teeth nipping playfully at me. I could feel my back arching against him, my hips rocking pushing my cunt up into his face, with a gasp of pleasure, I had come.

Something was different this time, I had read about female ejaculation, but I thought it would never be something I could do, but under his skillful strokes, I had. I tried to slide away from him, but he held me fast, lapping up my juices. “That was nice,” he said as he licked his fingers greedily. “ You taste so good.” He rose up above me and slid himself deep inside.

When at long last we were both spent. Contentedly, I played with a lock of his shortly cropped dark hair. Escort Maltepe He lay with his head on my chest and we both fell into a fitful slumber. I awoke with a start, slid out from under his arm, gathered my clothes and my composure and left for home. I didn’t wake him, I knew he would understand.

On the drive home, I tried to straighten my hair and refresh my lipstick. My lips were swollen from the deep passion of his kisses and I could smell him on my flesh. I unlocked my front door and stealthily made my way through the darkness to the shower.

The next morning I prepared breakfast and sent my family off in the usual fashion, “Have a nice day” and a peck on the cheek. I couldn’t stop thinking about my encounter from the night before; I could still smell his musky scent on my skin, the tenderness of my flesh still bruised from the depth of his caresses.

I tried to concentrate on the tasks at hand, but my mind kept wandering back. I had the house to myself for the afternoon, and no one was due to be back for hours. I went into my bedroom and got into the bottom dresser drawer, way in the back of the drawer far out of the prying eyes and hands of others it lay in wait for me. The cold plastic seemed foreign underneath my fingers, it had been a while, but I needed something to divert my affections and to help me to keep my sanity. In a few minutes and with a whir of electricity, it was over. I lay on the bed quivering, there was no substitute for what had transpired the night before. The trusty device that had seen me through so many passionless years had failed me now. It was a cold inanimate object, it always had been, maybe for the first time, I was not.

We arranged another secret meeting, I trembled with anticipation. As I prepared for our rondevouz, I took my time in the shower, shaving every secret part of myself. I carefully applied the red lipstick which I knew was his favorite, and sprayed on the perfume that I had selected for this night. I slid on the silk stockings and the short black skirt, which I had bought years ago in the hopes that someday I would be able to wear it for someone who would fully appreciate it. The day had come. I gathered up my bravery and headed out of the house.

The cold November wind blew up the short skirt and bit into the tenderness of my thighs, hurriedly I made my way into the car and to our secret meeting place. He was waiting for me, casually leaning against the hood of his car. Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me inside. “Did you wear this for me?” he asked as he pushed me against a wall sliding his hand along the shear material of the stockings. His hands were merciless as they made their way up to the tenderest of places. He didn’t give me time to reply or to offer any protest; he slid the zipper of his pants down and hungrily entered me. When he had spent himself, he turned away from me and left. Now I had to be the understanding one, I gathered my composure, lowered my skirt, and as I drove the long drive home, I wondered when our next encounter would be.

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Nadezsha stared off at the marble pillars of the bank as she waited for her turn at the front. Sometimes it felt surreal as she pondered what had transpired over the last few days. There was a lingering soreness between her thighs from the thorough coupling Arkady had given her the night before. And oh yes, she had enjoyed every last bit of it. He could be fierce, grabbing her hair or throat — two things she had come to enjoy, much to her surprise — or gentle, holding her close as he moved against her languorously, taking his time to explore her.

Even now, her body warmed at the thought of being with him again. He’d mentioned needing to work tonight, but to expect to see him tomorrow. She could play with herself, but after the sublime pleasure of his touch, she doubted her massage wand would make her feel anywhere near as sated.

A sneeze from behind her pulled her out of her reverie, and her location reminded her of another pleasing aspect of Arkady — his generosity. And the promise of a car soon. How she’d missed having the car.

Sure, she’d had use of Dad’s car, but the shit luck was that he’d had his heart attack while driving, wrecking the car. Naturally, as the old bastard had wiped out her hard-earned savings, it wasn’t as if she’d been able to just go out and buy a car. Wishing to avoid loans, she paid tuition entirely out of pocket what her meager scholarship didn’t cover, and consoled herself with the fact that she saved more money with a monthly bus pass instead of all the expenses of having a car. Still, it was a pain in the ass dealing with public transit at times.

She looked down at the check before the person in front of her went up to the teller. The number that Arkady had written was significant to someone in her position. Even if Arkady were to decline further financial assistance, she could stretch out this check for a couple of semesters and even take full-time. Over the last few days she’d had the check in her purse, Nadezsha had debated fiercely with herself as to whether she should take it. It basically made Arkady official as her sugar daddy, even if he didn’t want to call himself one.

Still, Arkady had a point about pride. There was a such thing as too much of a good thing, and wasn’t it said that pride went before the fall?

Ah, fuck it, Nadezsha said to herself as she came to the front of the line. She deposited the check into her savings, but took out five hundred dollars for herself, leaving the bank feeling oddly elated. It was rare that she ever had fifty in her purse.

Nearly across the street from the bank was a strip mall and shopping center, an establishment which boasted of a couple of higher-end clothes and shoes stores. And she now had five hundred dollars of cash in her purse. Her gaze moved down to her jacket, which she’d had since she was a junior in high school. It was a bit tight around the chest, but was otherwise serviceable, and kept her warm on this brisk day.

On the other hand, it was getting threadbare. The dark purple had faded to a medium purple-gray, and the hems of her sleeves were fraying.

She’d get a new coat. And maybe new shoes, as well. It’d been too long since she shopped anywhere other than thrift stores or the clearance rack of Wal-Mart. Money might be said to be the root of evil, but it could buy at least some happiness.

o0o

Arkady was surprisingly forthcoming, at least with certain aspects of his life. His grandparents had been involved in the black market trade, finding ways to keep the family comfortable during the privations of the Soviet Era.

The collapse of the USSR had caused loss of wealth for many who had managed to amass it, but the power behind the Volga Group had diversified its funds, so a good amount of it remained intact enough for them to weather the turbulent times.

The Volga Group used its money to help families emigrate to the United States. Among these had been Nadezsha’s grandparents and their children. In exchange, the adults had agreed to work for the Group for a certain amount of years. On a basic level, it was a contract of indenture. But the Volga Group provided for its workers, so the Ivanovs and others had been able to make a decent life for themselves and their children. Through its influence, the Group supported the Russian-American community through legitimate means such as banking services, legal representation, and guidance through the immigration and naturalization process.

Its influences, as Nadezsha would learn, extended along much of the Pacific Coast. The business arm of the Volga Group was established in imports and exports. Boris had gotten a loan from the Volga Group to open his restaurant, and his business acumen had ensured that the Group was paid back its investment in due time.

And yes, the powers behind the Group did conduct questionable endeavors at times, or had done so in the past, was his answer to her only direct question about illegal activities. She decided to not pursue the line of inquiry after Bostancı Escort she’d secured a promise from him that whatever he might be involved in would not impact her in any way.

Arkady and his siblings had been given an excellent education, learning several other languages in addition to Russian and English, at the insistence of their father who recognized the need for such skills in the changing world.

Arkady had majored in finance with a minor in business, and was secure in his position in the Group, using his financial acumen to help his employers balance their books and make good investments. Turns out he was a giant math nerd, after all. Brains and brawn, there were plenty enough of both, and of course, having a lot of money didn’t hurt, either.

It’d been several nights since she saw Arkady. He’d had to travel upstate for business, and she actually found herself missing him immensely. He said he’d be back tomorrow though, and she was eager for that. Tonight was a long night at the restaurant, and with Arkady gone, it seemed like Ludmilla would let her wounded pride dictate her behavior towards her cousin. It was nothing overt, or anything that could easily be reported to Boris, but at the same time, Nadezsha was experiencing what it was like to invoke the fury of a woman scorned.

It would be snide comments to the diners, bemoaning how ‘the cook is so slow’ or the like, or slight jabs of the elbow as they passed by one another.

With Arkady’s money in the bank and the promise of better living conditions, Nadezsha seriously considered tossing her apron down and stalking out of the restaurant, never to return. Her remaining family generally saw her as a burden, a bother, the poor orphan cousin who was lucky enough to have such generous relatives who would forgive the sins of her deadbeat father, and so on and so forth…

She’d worked for her uncle for nearly four years now, and did not intend to spend the rest of her life under the thumb of her family. This was not Old Russia. She did not have to remain if she did not want to.

“Ludmilla can shove it up her ass,” Nadezsha snapped as Mikhail came around the counter to tell her that Ludmilla said the stroganoff was not cooked enough. “If she thinks she can do a better job, she can get her ass back here and do it herself.”

Mikhail stared at her, and she regarded him with a tight smile. “You know as well as I do that I know my shit. Has any diner ever complained about my stroganoff?”

“She just told me to tell you what she said-” The dark-haired youth started to say, but she shook her head.

“I don’t give a shit about what she says. I have work to do, and so do you. And Ludmilla too. I don;t want to hear anything else she says, and I’m fucking serious, Mikhail. Go away so I can work,” she added acidly, waving a wooden spoon at him. Aunt Fanya was also up front and fortunately stayed there for the most part. Her cooking was only marginally better than her daughter’s, but she was a decent enough hostess.

It was Friday night, and there was plenty to do on a crisp night when people wanted something hot in their bellies. Since Fanya was up front with her daughter, Nadezsha remained in the kitchen and for that she was glad. She lost herself in the preparation of food, chopping up vegetables, cutting up slices of meat, applying various foods to hot surfaces for certain periods of time, seasoning this or that with pinches of various herbs and spices. Cooking for her was Zen, and when there weren’t too many distractions, she found the art calming.

So even with the quick pace of the restaurant, Nadezsha found solace in her work. She’d always enjoyed cooking it, and when Mom had become sick, she’d taken over most of the food preparation at home. When things started to slow down, she poured herself some coffee, leaning against the wall in the alcove and closing her eyes.

Her eyelids fluttered open when she heard someone clear their throat, and saw Aunt Fanya. Her graying sand blonde hair was pulled up in a chignon which did take some attention from the loose skin around her jaw.

“I hear you and my daughter are having problems,” Fanya stated. Nadezsha drew n a slow breath. ‘You and my daughter’. It was clear which one Fanya preferred.

“I am not causing them,” she retorted quietly.

“You disrespect her by not doing as she asks. She is a hostess.”

It’d been this way ever since the cousins were little. It wasn’t so bad back then, but as the girls had gotten older and Ludmilla’s dislike of Nadezsha became more intense, it seemed that Fanya would mirror her daughter’s feelings.

“She steals tips,” Nadezsha blurted out. She didn’t doubt that the theft Arkady had witnessed was not the first one, and it confirmed a suspicion she’d tried to suppress for a long time. After all, being snotty to your cousin was one thing, but stealing from her? She’d wanted to believe that Ludmilla was better than that, at least. Apparently not.

“Oh, now you Bostancı Escort Bayan make false accusations!” her aunt gasped, pressing her hand to her heart as if Nadezsha had threatened to torture and kill all her children.

“I would never make accusations I suspected were false.” Nadezsha kept herself calm, schooling her face in an almost blank expression. “Especially against members of my own family.” She lifted the coffee to take a sip as Fanya scowled.

“We will talk to my husband about this, and-“

Nadezsha could see where this was going. It wouldn’t be an open meeting where things could be discussed calmly and rationally. No, it would be Ludmilla turning on the waterworks and appealing to her father, batting her eyes at him, and the dispute, whatever it might be, rarely ever was settled entirely in Nadezsha’s favor, however right she might have been.

And this time, Fanya would join forces with her daughter. ‘I am a good mother! I never raised my daughter to be a thief!’ And so on.

“I will be happy to have a family discussion about this… at a time that is convenient to me.” She set down her coffee, pulled her coat from its hanger, patted her pockets to make sure her keys and wallet were where they should be, and without another word, she slipped the coat on.

“Your shift is not over, and you still have the cleanup to do!”

“We will talk at a time when you are in a calmer mood.” It was something she’d recently learned from the Internet. It was called ‘gray rock’, a method of dealing with difficult people.

She ignored the curious glances of the kitchen staff as she walked down the corridor with Fanya making angry noises behind her. As she walked through the restaurant, she gave a polite nod to several regular diners who waved or acknowledged her as she passed by.

When Ludmilla turned towards her, Nadezsha wanted to drive her fist into her cousin’s face. Instead, she lifted her middle finger before exiting the building.

o0o

Nadezsha lay there in the semidarkness of her apartment, enjoying the relative silence of the apartment after she’d turned off her phone after its near-nonstop buzzing. She didn’t doubt that there were plenty of angry messages from her aunt and Ludmilla, and perhaps a few concerned messages from Mikhail or other members of the staff.

There was some ramen and a couple of pieces of fruit among other odds and ends. Normally, at the end of the night, she could have taken home a plate of leftover food, but after tonight… Eh.

She could go out, but she wasn’t in the mood to go to a restaurant alone, or go grocery shopping. Maybe she’d just watch something on Netflix and have a quiet night. Arkady would he coming back tomorrow, and she was certain that he would find plenty to do tomorrow night…

With a quick shrug, she turned off her phone, setting it down on the coffee table before turning on the television and surfing through her options.

In no time, she was settled on the old couch, head resting against a cushion as she watched a movie. Suddenly, there was a sharp rapping at the door, and she jerked from her couch, glancing at her phone. Almost a quarter past ten.

“Nadezsha?” she heard Arkady call out. With a quiet gasp, she was on her feet, immediately unlocking the door. Much of the dim hallway light was blocked by his bulk, and Nadezsha felt her heart patter out a quick beat as she took in his presence.

“Arkady,” she said quietly. He slid into the room, closing the door behind him before staring down at her.

“I… um… I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow,” she said quietly. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.” He looked a bit travel-tired around the eyes, but he was still an appealing sight in his dark gray pants and black jacket, his hair pulled back in a simple tail. Without thinking, she spoke to him in Russian, and he responded in kind.

“I had the opportunity to catch an earlier flight, and all of my business was finished, so I thought to not put off my pleasure any longer.” His lips started to turn to a smile before a thoughtful frown ceased his brow.

“Didn’t you get my messages?”

“I turned off my phone a while ago, got tired of the constant buzzing going off from my aunt and cousin,” she said with a quiet huff.

“Yes. I knew you worked tonight, and I thought I would come by there and surprise you, but your aunt had a few choice words about you. What the hell happened?”

After a slow huff, she gave him a condensed version of tonight’s events. He led her over to the couch, and they both sat down.

“What do you intend to do about your uncle and family?” Arkady asked. “Do you need my help?”

How easy it would be to have her lover exert his influence over these who had antagonized her for years. But she didn’t want that to be hanging over everyone’s heads if she agreed to go back to work there. “I don’t want to go back.”

“You don’t have to.”

She stared at him for a moment Escort Bostancı as she savored the rightness of his words. Of course not. She could just find a job elsewhere. She’d also tried her hand at Chinese and other cuisine at home when she could afford it, so she was certain she could find work soon enough, and her knowledge would be handy in a bar kitchen as well, she reminded herself. She was an adult, and figured she’d given her uncle and aunt enough work through the years, and a certain amount of her tips to a sticky-fingered cousin.

In the old way, she would have remained at the restaurant — or at home, helping her aunt around the house — until she found a nice Russian-American man and married him and had a family of her own.

Well, fuck that. It was the twenty-first century. “You’re absolutely right,” she smiled brightly. “I can work somewhere else, and-“

“No.” He stroked his finger along her jaw. “I’ll take care of you.”

She pulled away, reminding herself of the promise she’d made.

“I told you before, I don’t want a sugar daddy.”

“You can focus on your education full-time,” he pointed out. “And attain your degree much more quickly. Take a double major, even.”

The objection that had been struggling to make its way past her lips died in her throat. What was it he’d observed about pride before?

“And education is work, isn’t it?” Nadezsha ventured.

“Nothing worth gaining without effort,” he retorted. “I expect you to approach your studies with your fullest effort.” He wagged his finger at her. Lightly, she snapped at it.

“And not dealing with these long shifts leaves you with more time… and energy,” Arkady added.

She smiled faintly at that.

“But not tonight. I am tired, and so are you. I thought we could go back to my apartment and enjoy a quiet night.” For a moment, she pondered asking him to stay here, but all she had was the sofa bed, and… oh hell. His place was much nicer.

“You’ll keep your hands to yourself?” she asked in a faintly disbelieving tone.

“I’ll try. But no promises.”

It took her all of fifteen minutes to pack her computer, toiletries, and extra clothing, cramming it all into a large backpack. Arkady was quiet for the most part when they were en route to his apartment.

“Are you hungry? I can order something up from the hotel.”

“This late?”

“It’s a twenty-four hour kitchen. The Volga does serve some important clientele.”

“Gotcha.” She tapped her chin. “Something simple and comfortable.”

“Just what I had in mind. Make yourself at home,” he said as he turned down the hallway.

She clad herself in a comfortable pair of pajama pants and an old sweatshirt that had belonged to her mother. It’d once been a bold pink, but it’d now faded to a shade closer to salmon. She settled down on the couch with one of the blankets thrown over its back, and as Arkady passed through the living room, he paused, looking down at her. She raised her eyebrow quizzically before he closed in on her, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” he growled into her ear before he righted himself and went on his merry way. He’d said he would keep his hands to himself tonight… but did she really want that? Despite her tiredness from work, the kiss had sparked the heat that Arkady had banked within her core.

He emerged in lounge-wear, black, silver, and red, with a white undershirt. As appealing as he looked when dressed in one of his fine suits, there was no denying the appeal that a common article like a man’s shirt had, when it was tastefully stretched across a man’s well-formed torso.

You said you would keep your hands off me, but there was nothing said about what I would do with my own hands, Nadezsha mused as he sat down next to her, content to watch Jessica Jones after she’d selected it. It turned out that he was a bit of a nerd, at least nerdy enough to enjoy the movies and television shows that came from Marvel or DC, or otherwise. And as she watched some of these same shows, they got into a lively talk about what they were watching until a chime told Arkady their food had arrived.

He came back to her with a large white paper bag, pulling out french fries, mozzarella sticks, chicken strips, and stuffed mushrooms, and condiments on the side. For drinks, he pulled out a red wine from the kitchen cabinet while she arranged the containers on the coffee table. The fries had a satisfying crunch to them, and the cheese sticks had been rolled around in pesto before being breaded and fried.

“Ooh, fancy,” she teased as he poured the wine into two wineglasses, as if they weren’t about to sit down for a meal found cheaply enough in many American bars. He smirked a bit at that.

“I felt that we might mark this occasion.”

“What occasion?” Nadezsha asked quizzically.

“Leaving your job and pursuing your education full-time,” he replied smoothly.

“Oh. Yeah, there’s that,” Nadezsha commented before she reached out for a goblet, taking a sip. She almost couldn’t believe it. After over three years, she was done with her uncle’s restaurant. She’d been given a chance to leave her father’s legacy behind, and better herself, thanks to a man whose generosity was rivaled only by his desire for her.

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“I want you to fuck my ass,” my wife said.

Splayed out in front of me, legs spread wide with my cock in her cunt, I was not going to argue. That said, I was in no hurry to comply. I arched my legs higher and yanked back on her feet to pull her ass further over the edge of the bed. Standing over such a tiny woman, moving her around was pretty easy.

She was perched somewhat precariously – her ass was far enough out over the edge that had I let go, she would have to scramble to stop from falling. Her ankles were still in my hands, and I lowered them while spreading her legs further.

She didn’t wince a bit. She had been a college cheerleader, and she could still do the splits.

Looking into her eyes, I leaned in and thrusted. It wasn’t hurried, but it wasn’t slow. I drove my member into her opening and found her cervix, then pushed further. She threw her hands up to my chest and tried to push back, but I simply leaned over even deeper for a kiss. I outweigh this little thing by 50%…so sometimes I just have my way with her. Sometimes, like now, I fuck her cervix to jelly.

I pulled back and thrust again. And again. She complained each on each thrust, but didn’t pull away. The pain was her choice. Each thrust was met with a groan, but each time she argued less than the one before. Eventually, her biology relented and adapted to me. Mostly. Biting her lip, she liked the pressure, but her cunt wouldn’t take it forever.

She was ready.

I reached behind me into the nightstand. In a normal porn story, I would say this as a simple matter, but in real-life the lube disappeared. Fuck. Where the fuck was the lube?

I was not expecting to fuck her ass today. It was a Satruday, and barely lunch hour. We had the day off, so rolling in the sack was on the menu. Usually it was a lot of fuck and suck. But today she wanted an ass fuck. Today we needed some lube.

I ask, “Where the fuck is the lube?”

She has to think about it. “In the bathroom, under my sink and next to the dildo you bought me,” she responds.

I file a mental note to interrogate her on just how a bottle of lube and a dildo ended up under her sink. She was already blushing, so I know this was going to be a fun story.

Back in the moment, I let go of her ankles and pull out of her pussy. She almost fell out of the bed and had to grab the sheets to keep from falling, which was pretty funny to see on its own. Really, if you have not seen a spread-wide girl scramble to keep her pussy from falling to the ground, I suggest it. I wouldn’t let her fall and she knows it, but I had a laugh at her expense. Something tells me I was going to pay for that, probably someday soon.

I step into the bathroom and start rummaging under her sink. “Where the fuck…?” Pendik Escort I ask myself.

I was getting annoyed. An assfuck should not require the equivalent of, “Where’s Waldo?” just to find some lube.

Found it. In the back, under some fucking tampons. Jesus. Really?

Fuck that. Next time she hides the stuff, I’ll nail her without it. She’s usually we enough.

I come back to the bedroom, and find her laying flat on her back with her fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit. Hardly surprising, because she was the horniest girl I had ever dragged into my bed. She was fairly vanilla, but had promise. I was the first guy to fuck her ass, and I kid you not that the first time she actually uttered the words, “I love anal,” right before she came.

So I married her. No shit. Talk about potential…

Anyway, I had the bottle of lube in my hand. I dropped it to the floor. I didn’t bother lubing up.

I got a rule. Call it crazy or wimpy or whatever, but I won’t fuck a girl’s ass until I feel she is really worked up. The time between her request and my appearance with the lube exceeded some internal limit, so in my mind I had to warm her up again. At this point, she knew she was committed so this wasn’t about me talking her into anything. Generally, words spoken in passion where usually forgiven, but not when you request an ass fuck. Fuck no. If you ask me to fuck your ass, you are going to get impaled. End. Of. Story.

But I am a gentleman assfucker, so I snagged her ankles and pulled her back over the edge of the bed, again. Without any ceremony at all, I spread her legs and dropped my knees to the floor and start to give her head. Starting at her clit, I got her hot as hell before dropping lower to the space between. Sinking lower, I alternated between rimming her sphincter and sucking her clit. I was pushing the tip of my tongue into her ass.

She got wild.

While I was still on my knees and she was bucking against my face, I popped the lube bottle open and slopped a good amount on my cock and rubbed it in. Standing up, I took my lubed hand and slapped it against her cunt and ass. She looked a little apprehensive, but didn’t complain. She said the words and she knew the rules: an assfuck invitation could not be undone.

The middle finger of my right hand went in first. I was careful – there is no reason to be an asshole of an asshole fucker.

Before we married, she lived in a neighborhood full of porn studios. There were a lot of Brazilian Wax spas, a lot of gyms, a lot of girls with big hair and bigger tits, and a lot of bars.

Today, she did it like one of her old neighbors. One finger. That’s all it took for her to open up – from zero to ready-for-anal in one finger and thirty Kurtköy Escort long seconds.

I pulled my finger from her ass-snatch and positioned my cock over her anal opening. She bit her lip as I gently pressed inward.

A little in, and a little out. A little shove, and a little kiss. It didn’t take long to get past her inner rings – well under a minute from ‘uh uh’ to ‘fuck yeah’. Honest to her old neighborhood, she can take it up the ass like a pro.

But this was not a porn movie. I let it lie still, while bending down to kiss her chest. She could feel me throbbing in her ass – always hard, but throbbing harder every other second. She licked her lips and said, “start fucking my ass now.”

I started slow, but worked up to a healthy pace in short order. I knew her tempo, and watched her face for clues. Fast, slow, fast, fast, slow.

She was rubbing her clit until she got close. Then I pulled her hand away and locked her wrists firmly in my grasp. More unwritten rules: when my cock is in her ass, she comes only from my cock. No hands allowed. Anal was not an everyday event – witness the mystery of the missing goddamn lube – but when she’s randy and horny she loves it because it fills her solid and makes her feel split wide open. And she comes from it. She orgasms from anal, and was surprised when it happened her first time. She didn’t think it was possible, but it was and she does. If I had let her wank off, she would never have known she was an anal-orgasm princess. I would be damned before I let her forget it.

I played her like a fiddle – a dirty, slutty, fiddle with quivering legs for strings and my cock for the fiddle-stick-thing (I have no idea what that is called). I alternated tempo to keep her excited and frustrated at the same time. Unlike vaginal sex, I had a shorter window here. I had to be more attentive. The ass was not meant for such an invasion, so I had to play it carefully before she tired out. Fucking a girl’s ass – when done to make her love it – takes a bit of skill from the fucker.

I saw she was near the end of the road. It was pushing over ten minutes of anal action and I had relubed at least twice, already. At some point, her ass was going to give out. She was going to get raw.

She begged me to make her come. I stopped playing with my asstoy and started fucking it. It didn’t take long. Right before she came, she uttered the words – again – that every man wants to hear from his woman, “I. Love. Anal.”

She came hard, and toward the end I let her start slapping her own clit so she could extend the feeling. Every rule has an exception. Her face flushed, and her hand stopped. She let out an after-orgasm shiver and tried to fold over, but I held her ankles firm. I slowed my pace until Kartal Escort she was mostly recovered.

Her legs were shaking. She needed a second. I dropped to my knees and fucked her cunt with my tongue. I sucked her clit. I even got close to rimming her, but even though she was clean, I wasn’t hot enough to go there right now. Besides, it wasn’t even noon and I wasn’t about to start drinking scotch this early. Another rule: ass to mouth calls for heavy alcohol afterward, to kill the germs. At least, that’s my theory and I am sticking with it.

By now her ass was exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to roll over and take a nap. But she is a good little princess and loves her prince. She had rules of her own, and one was to never leave me hanging. She was not a selfish lover…unless that was part of the game (another story, another day). She looked down and said to the top of my head still buried in her crotch, “come in my ass.”

I re-lubed, just in case. It was not required, because she was wet and sloppy and open. But a gentleman lubes prodigiously when fucking his woman in the ass.

She relaxed her ass and I saw her gaping open. I aimed and slipped in without even using my hands. She smiled and slipped her hand down to her clit, slowly working herself up once again. She’d already come once, so it didn’t bother me. Right now I had a job to do, and my goal was to have a good time and then cream her bowels. No more distractions.

Starting slow, I picked up the pace. I felt her open her legs further and stretch herself to the limit. Her insides shifted as a result, increasing the pressure on my cock deep inside her ass, where muscles normally won’t help. I felt her sphincter also tighten up by her command. She was turning her ass into a hot, wet, vise. The girl was a pro.

She wasn’t looking for a long-ride stallion fuck, but she was fine knowing I was going to take a little time to edge once or twice before finishing into her. She was spreading her legs for her man to get fucked up the ass for my pleasure, and she knew what I liked to feel. I caught her looking into my face and gauging my reactions, and then clenching and relaxing her sphincter in response. With her orgasm complete, she knew that right now she was nothing but a hole that needed to satisfy her man.

It didn’t take long. I can generally hold out as long as I want, but in honor of porn stars past, I can come at will.

After a few edging maneuvers, I pushed as deeply into her as I could – balls deep, so to say – and began to fill her ass with a full load. Short strokes extended my orgasm, and after all the edging I came hard. Spent, I dropped my head to her chest and started kissing her. She ran her hands over my head.

Pulling out, I saw long dribs of sperm slipping from her ass and onto the carpet. Whatever, I thought. I can clean that.

Years later, I am still fucking my wife up the ass. She still asks for it. And these days, I beg her to fuck my ass, too.

But that’s another story.

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It’s was a normal Monday night in December at the shop. Lindsayy and I were trying to finish some stuff up at 7 that way we’d be out the door right at 8. The shop phone rings and it’s a guy who has some rentals to pick up, he said he’d be here a little after 8 and asked if we would stay. Since they were already paid for we had to stay. I told Lindsayy that I’d have to stay til after 8 to wait for this guy.

She said “I’ll stay too, I don’t have anything else to do and my room mate is out of town so I don’t need to be home anytime.”

“That works for me.”

Now I have to say that over the year I’ve worked with Lindsayy I have had the biggest crush on her. She is 5 foot tall and 130 pounds, 18 years old, with C cup tits, shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights…she is beauty personified. I would flirt with her, gave her a nick name she was so stoked for, “lil mama” and whenever she had a problem with one of her friends or her boyfriend she would always come to me and get my opinion. We bonded the first season together that she started referring to me as her best friend and to her parents as “Smart Ass” because of my tendencies to make smart ass comments after nearly everything she said. Around March we would text each other, whenever she had a problem or if she was just bored. Sometimes I’d say something that her boyfriend would get pissed at, and she would reassure him that I was just joking and most of the time I was and sometimes I wasn’t but she didn’t know.

As the March rolled on, she broke up with her boyfriend and with all the shit that follows break up she needed someone to go to let out some of her emotions and I was there for her. She reminded me a little bit of myself when I was her age, out going, wanting to have a lot of fun and always put on a smile even when she was dying on the inside. About a week after there break up, she and I would flirt with each other a little more then we had before, and when we texted each other, we always go one step farther with everything we’d say.

As April came, I didn’t need her to work at the shop because of it being what we call “dead season”, so since we couldn’t see each other we’d text each other constantly. Flirting and such, just enjoying being able to talk to each other. Then I started saying sexual things to see what her reaction would be and to my surprise she come back with one of her own. From that moment on I no longer just had a crush on her, I was in love with her. To my surprise she told me that she had a crush on me dating back to January and was afraid of saying anything because of her boyfriend, but now was very open to it.

She came in a couple times just to hang out and we’d flirt back and forth but didn’t do anything. I felt like I was in high school again, with the akwardness of wanting to make a move but not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. One time she came in with 2 of her friends that wanted to meet her best friend. I had no issue with that because I got to see her. One of her friends was her ex-boyfriend’s sister, and thats when I knew I had to try and play cool. As the hour rolled on with that afternoon we flirted back and forth and I tried to be all sly and incognito by rubbing her leg and rubbing her shoulders trying to make sure her friends didn’t notice, which of course they did. As they were leaving her friends walked out the door and she hung behind and we made small talk and she said I’d better make my move so I grabbed her by her shoulders and started walking her to the back of the shop and right we got to the doorway her friends walk in and said they needed to go. Lindsayy said she needed to get something from me and we walked through the back door and she leaned in and kissed me. We kissed a couple of times before she turned and walked out with her friends. It was the best kiss I have had in over 5 years no lie.

We never did anything after that. We would talk about making out and having sex , but never did anything else. She dated guys during the summer but we always talked to each other whenever we needed someone to talk to and stayed best Pendik Escort friends.

As the fall and winter came along things stayed the same, flirt back and forth hugging each other but nothing more until that night.

We went into the back of the shop and we were talking about her boyfriend and how he was such a dick to her and I told her that she needed to be with a guy that treated her like the princess she is.

“I know a guy, who always treats me good, he’s always there for me and I know he still likes me” she said.

“Who that?” that I asked.

“You” she said as she leaned in and kissed me.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity but might have been only 5 minutes. Our hands roaming over each others body. I slid my hands under her shirt and began rubbing her back as she moaned into my mouth. She ran her hands around my waist, when the front door opened. It was the guy who said he wasn’t gonna make til after 8, it was only 7:30. He grabbed his stuff and left.

As he left, I looked at Lindsayy and said “well I guess you don’t need to stay late for anything anymore.”

“No, I think I still need to get some stuff done” she said as she pulled me to her and our lips met again.

I ran my hands down her back to her ass and squeezed it, then I lifted her up off the ground and place her on the bench and began to run my hands all over her body. Starting with her hair down to her back, around her sides and up to her tits. I rubbed her nipples through her bra and felt them get so hard as she was moaning into my mouth.

I broke the kiss long enough pull her shirt off and leaned down started kissing her neck. I reached around her back an unclasped her bra and pulled it off. I ran my hands over to her tits and gently squeezed them and played with nipples running them through my fingers. I kissed my way down to her chest and kissed around her tits, running my tongue along her nipples before sucking one into my mouth as she let out a low moan “oh god”.

I sucked on her nipples some more as I ran my right hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her jeans. She leaned her head back and kept moaning as I worked the button and zipper of her jeans and open them up and slid my hand into her panties and rubbed her pussy as she moaned louder.

I stopped rubbing her just to lift her up enough to pull her and jeans and panties off. I kissed down her body and when I got to her pussy, it was freshly shaved bare and smelled so good. I kissed around her pussy, licking around her lips. I parted her lips with my tongue and flicked her clit which caused her to shake. I flicked her clit a couple of times and then drove my tongue inside her pussy caused her to push her pussy into my face. As I continued my assault on her pussy I began to flick her clit with finger causing to start moaning louder than before and even bringing her to say my name, “oh fuck Don.”

I felt her wrap her legs around my head clinching her pussy against my mouth as I tongue fucked her when suddenly she screamed.

“OH FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!”

She bucked her hips wildly with my tongue still sliding all over her pussy covering my face with her cum.

She finally came down from her orgasm and pulled me up to her kissed me passionately, our tongues pressing and sliding against each other as she wrapped her arms around me.

I broke the kiss “I take it you liked that” I said with a sly smile on my face.

“Oh my god, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that.”

“Oh yeah, what else have you wanted me to do to you?”

She moved her hand down to my cock rubbing it through my jeans, “I wanted you to stick this in my mouth and in my pussy.”

She dropped to the floor as I pulled off my shirt and she unzipped my jeans and pulled them down with my boxers. She grabbed my cock and gave it a nice long stroke with her hand.

She looked up at me and said “how long have you wanted me to do this?”

“Too long baby!”

With that said she opened her mouth and slid my cock halfway in, licking Kurtköy Escort it as she did. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her, pushing my cock into her mouth until I felt the back of her throat. She held me there for a few seconds, my cock buried in her mouth as I felt her slide her tongue out of her mouth and lick my balls. I nearly came right there feeling that!

“Oh shit baby…oh fuck!”

She released my cock from her mouth and looked at me “you like huh?”

“Holy fuck, that was awesome!”

“Then come here and fuck my mouth!”

I grabbed the back of her head pushed my cock back in her mouth, pushing my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I slowly pulled my cock out to the tip and slowly pushing it back in for a few strokes. I looked down and saw she was rubbing her pussy which got me so hot I began fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. Jamming my cock in and out of her mouth like I have never done before as she quicken her rubbing of her pussy.

“Jesus, Lindsayy I love fucking your mouth.”

She pushed my cock out of her mouth and looked at me, “cum in it.”

“What?”

“I want you to cum in my mouth.”

She opened her mouth and pushed all the way back in and began fucking her mouth again. Sliding faster and faster in and out of her mouth. She was now sliding her fingers in her pussy with her right hand and she started rubbing my balls with her left. This caused me to drive harder into her mouth.

I felt my balls begin to tighten as I was fucking her mouth and I knew it was coming.

“Oh fuck Linds, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum in your mouth! OH FUCK BABY OH FUCK!”

I shot stream after stream of my hot cum into her mouth and she swallowed it all up. She pushed my cock out of her mouth, started stroking it and said “I told you before I have skills” with a evil grin on her face.

She stood up and looked at the clock and it read 8:15. “Good thing I don’t have to be home anytime soon”.

“Oh yeah, why is that?”

“Because I still want to fuck you!”

“Who says I want to fuck you?”

“The fact that you’re still hard kinda gives it away.”

” Well I guess we can make that work then.”

“Then fuck me already!”

With that I picked her back up put on the the bench and put my cock at the entrance of her pussy and slid up and down her clit.

“Don’t tease me baby, put your cock in me.”

I slowly pushed my cock into her super tight pussy. It was so tight, I felt it grip my cock like a vise. I continued pushing into her until I was buried inside of her.

I pulled out halfway and slid back in. I did that for a few strokes when she looked at me and said “fuck me baby, fuck me hard!”

With that I began to slide my cock in and out of her pussy with long fast strokes. I put her legs on my shoulders and drove hard into her pussy slamming my balls against her ass as she begins to moan.

“Oh fuck yeah baby, fuck me, give me your cock!”

I continued like that for a few minutes, reaching my hands down grabbing and slapping her ass as I fucked her. Then out of nowhere I remember her saying in one of our conversation from the spring that she liked having her ass fucked. So with that in mind I began running my finger along her asshole as I continued driving into her tight pussy. Then I pushed the tip of my finger into her asshole and she moaned louder. I kept fucking her while pushing more and more of my finger in until it was more then halfway in her ass.

I pulled my cock halfway out of her pussy and said “do you want feel my cock in your ass?”

“Stick it in baby, fuck my ass!”

I pulled my finger out of her ass and then pulled the rest of cock from her vise like pussy. I placed the head of my pussy soaked cock against her asshole and pushed in, slowly getting past the head and then down to the middle of my cock and then til I was all the way inside of her ass as she moaned. I stopped there and looked at her, “you ready for it baby?’

“Fuck my ass baby!”

That was all I needed to hear as I began Tuzla escort to jam my cock in and out of her ass. Feeling her ass giving my cock a death grip. I slid all the way out to the tip and slammed back inside of her and she screamed “OH FUCK!”

“You like my cock in your ass Lindsayy?”

“Fuck yeah baby!”

“You gonna cum with my cock in your ass?”

“Oh yeah, I’m almost there baby.”

I continued fucking her ass with reckless abandon as I began to play with her pussy, sliding my thumb in and out of her pussy as I fucked her ass. Then I felt her body begin to tense up.

“Oh Don I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I’m GONNA CUM….AAAHHHHH!”

I slammed into her 5 more times before slowing down to just short slow thrusts.

“Oh my god, that was so fucking good. Nobody has ever fucked me like that.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yeah, but pull out first.”

I pulled my cock out of her ass and she got down from the bench onto the floor sucked my cock into her mouth take me all the way back into her throat.

“Oh fuck Linds!”

She released my cock from her mouth “lets get this back in my pussy” she said as she pushed me to the ground and climbed on top of me.

She grinded my cock for a minute before letting it slide into her pussy. Once I was buried inside of her, she sat up and began to ride me, grinding her pussy all over my cock. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her and started pulling her down onto me forcing my cock farther into her.

“Oh yeah baby you like my pussy?”

“You know I do. I love having my cock in your pussy.”

I bent my head and found one of her nipples and sucked on it causing her to buck wildly as she was riding up and down on me. I felt her pussy started to get tighter as she rode, I knew that she was about to cum again.

“You gonna cum again baby?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Cum for me Lindsayy, cum all over my cock baby.”

“Oh fuck baby, I’m cumming for you…oh fuck Don, I’M CUMMING…AAAHHHH!”

I continued pushing my cock up into her pussy until she wrapped her arms around me. She came so hard, drenching my cock with her cum. Her pussy became so tight after her third orgasm. I nearly lost it right there as we both fell back to the floor.

“Oh fuck baby, I love your cock. It feels so good inside of me.”

“I love having my cock in your pussy baby, I love it so much.”

She stayed laying on top of me just riding her pussy up and down my cock. It was so tight. I knew I was gonna cum real soon with her doing that.

“Oh fuck baby that feels so good! You’re gonna make cum doing that!”

“Good, I want you to cum!”

“I’m not wearing a condom baby , I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

“I know its ok, just tell me when and I’ll move.”

She stayed right on top move just moving her vise like pussy up and down my cock faster and faster. We started kissing as grinded up and down on me and then I felt my balls start to tighten up.

“Oh fuck Lindsayy I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum baby!”

She kept on grinding up and down on me.

“Lindsayy I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum baby cum in me!”

“OH FUCK LINDSAYY I’M CUMMING!

I shot stream after stream of hot cum inside her pussy.

“Oh yeah baby cum in my pussy!”

She slowly rode up and down my cock, as my cum was dripping out of her.

“That feels so good to have you cum in me, I wanted that for so long.”

“Oh god Lindsayy, I wanted to do that for so long too.”

We kissed for a minute and she then told me, “just so you know, I’m on the pill so you don’t have to worry about that.”

A smile came on my face, “thats fine, although, I liked thinking of knocking you up. It gets me so fucking hard thinking about it.”

“Well maybe one day if you’re lucky, I just might let you knock me up.” she said with her evil smile on her face.

I kissed her and said “well I guess I better hope I get lucky then huh?”

“Oh you’ll get lucky just not tonight” she said as we kissed again.

I broke the kiss and looked at the clock and saw that it was 10:00.

“Well I guess we better go home” I said.

She stood up and started getting her clothes on, “yeah probably should.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Oh yes you will” as she leaned in and kissed me one more time.

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There is a long running TV show in the UK called ‘Homes under the Hammer’. For those readers who are not aware of this programme, people buy properties at auction and then renovate them.

This story is inspired by one of those shows. A couple bought a house and the first time we met them the man came over as a bit of a nerd and the woman was quiet and dowdy. But it seemed it was not only the house that got the makeover.

When the camera’s returned a few weeks later she was gorgeous. What a transformation. Her hair and makeup were perfect and her tighter fitting clothes revealed she had a fit body.

I was inspired.

She is Ellie.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

For Ellie Robinson, it was a day that began like any other working day.

She left home at the usual time to make the six mile drive to work, arriving at the town centre car park at precisely twenty minutes to nine. After leaving her car in her designated parking bay, a brisk walk had her unlocking the office door at precisely fifteen minutes to nine.

After disarming the security alarm and locking the door behind her the first order of business was to brew a pot of coffee. This one was just for her. Her boss Hugo Jordan rarely made it in much before eleven am.

At precisely nine o’clock she switched on all the office lights and unlocked the door. They were open for business. Right on cue, the office phone began to ring. It was the same opening routine every day, Ellie fielding the calls in between opening the post and dealing with the emails.

It was around ten thirty in the morning when her mobile phone rang to herald the news that was about to turn her nice, quiet, safe little world upside down.

* * *

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Ellie sat down hard on her office chair, her mobile phone now pressed firmly to her ear to make sure she didn’t miss a word. “Really … I’ve won?”

She stared straight ahead, a look of sheer incredulity etched on her face as the person on the other end of the phone line repeated their message to her.

“I don’t believe it,” she said with a shake of her head, “I… I can’t have won, I never win anything!”

Thankfully the woman on the other end of the phone was obviously used to raving idiots like Ellie shouting down the phone at her. In a calm, measured voice she assured her yet again that she had indeed won first prize and that was the reason for the phone call.

Ellie was amazed. It was such a long time ago she could barely recall the details. It must have been the time she’d been leaving the local supermarket after her weekly shop. She vaguely remembered being accosted in the foyer by a man and woman selling tickets for yet another worthy local cause.

Of course she’d bought the tickets; she always did. Even though money was tight she liked to support the local charities as much as possible. But as usual she’d paid no attention to what the prizes were. It didn’t concern or bother her. After all, she never won anyway, so what did it matter. She was just happy to do her bit to help.

Her surprise therefore was even greater when she realized she had no idea which charity she had supported and certainly didn’t know what her prize was.

“So what have I won,” she babbled excitedly down the phone, “I’ve never won anything before … what happens now … how does it all work?”

Ellie grabbed a pen as the person on the other end of the phone line patiently began to explain the details to her. She confirmed again that it was the first prize Ellie had won and it was a voucher, which she could redeem at the business that donated the prize. The voucher was only valid for a period of six months and it was Ellie’s responsibility to claim her prize.

“Okay, okay, I understand,” Ellie said impatiently, “So what is it, what have I actually won?” She waited expectantly, pen poised. The woman on the other end of the phone began to rattle off the details. It was difficult for Ellie to keep up as she hastily scribbled notes in her secretarial notebook.

“I see … I see … mmm … huh huh … okay … erm … just out of interest, what were the other prizes? Yep … yep … okay … huh huh … I see … okay … yes … okay, thank you for ringing. Yes, you too.” Ellie ended the call and looked down at her notes. She was somewhat deflated and surprisingly underwhelmed.

The office phone began to ring, making her jump, a timely reminder that it was a working day and that her raffle prize was absolute nonsense. It was work that paid the bills. Putting the list to one side Ellie answered the phone and then forgot all about it.

The day flew by. Her boss, Hugo Jordan made a brief appearance, leaving some papers on her desk that he needed to be processed before he rushed off. He barely said a word to her. She didn’t mind. It was a regular occurrence, she knew he was busy.

It was nearly five o’clock when Ellie picked up the list again as she started to tidy up before leaving for the day. Pursing her lips she Maltepe Escort scanned over her notes.

“Fourth prize – now that would have been a prize worth winning,” she muttered to herself.

She exhaled loudly before chastising herself mentally that most people win nothing so she should at least be a bit more excited as well as grateful about her good fortune. But even so, a hundred pounds to spend on groceries would have been a godsend given her tight household budget.

She looked back at her notebook. Her first task was to give some semblance of order to her rough scribblings. As a secretary in the financial services sector, attention to detail was key and because of this she was extremely methodical in her work.

She looked at her first note, written in capital letters.

FIRST PRIZE

She drew a rectangular box around it and then numbered the bullet points for the rest of the hastily scribbled information, adding notes to the items which puzzled her.

(1)voucher

(2)6 months

(3) make over – complete

(4) local Bromptons store

(5) new hairstyle

(6) makeup demo – me – model?? – WHY???

(7) manicure

(8) Fashion buyer?? – WHAT???

(9) new clothes – designs – new season

(10) keep clothes & shoes – WHY??

Ellie shook her head as she scanned over her revised list. There were more questions than answers. She could barely comprehend what this would mean. Why did she need such a prize? What possible reason could she have to make use of any of these services and why would they want to give her the clothes and shoes? Surely there was a catch to it.

She took her yellow marker pen and used it to highlight items 6, 8 and 10. She took a long, hard look at the list as her methodical mind began to tick off the reasons in her head. Yep, there was definitely a catch! Maybe they were going to get her to pay for the clothes and the shoes and even the new hairstyle. Well if that was the case they could get lost. She had no money available for those types of luxury items!

She shook her head again before glancing up and catching sight of the clock on the wall. Even though it was past closing time she needed to finish clearing her desk. She would never leave the office with her desk in an untidy state. It just wouldn’t do. Tidy desk, tidy mind was a mantra that had been hammered into her at college by her austere tutor, Ms Hopkins.

Her thoughts wandered again. ‘A makeover’. She’d seen shows on television about makeovers and grudgingly acknowledged that the dowdy women usually looked fabulous when the experts were finished with them.

But she didn’t need a makeover. There was nothing wrong with her. So what if she didn’t buy the latest fashions. She couldn’t really afford to keep up to date with them anyway. Besides Andrew must like her the way she was. He never questioned the choice of clothes she bought or the fact that she hadn’t had her hair styled differently for ages, not that she went to the hairdressers that often.

Taking a final look around the office, Ellie clicked the lights off and exited the door, punching in the code for the alarm system as she went. It bleeped encouragingly as it set correctly. A light rain began to fall as she scurried off to retrieve her car from the car park up the street.

The drive home took longer than usual as the light rain quickly turned into a torrential downpour and by the time she arrived at her house it was still raining heavily. Despite running from the car to her front door she still managed to get soaked. Finding the house empty she assumed Andrew must be out on a call. She pondered on this for a few seconds. He hadn’t told her he was going to be out tonight but then again he didn’t seem to talk to her much about anything these days.

Quickly putting the whereabouts of her husband out of her mind, Ellie switched on the television for some background noise before she went upstairs to change out of her wet clothes.

* * * * *

Ellie wasn’t her given name, it was actually Eleanor but from the very beginning no-one had ever used that name. She was always baby Ellie and then little Ellie. There hadn’t been a lot of love shown towards her by her parents when growing up, in fact it had been quite an austere upbringing. Her parents weren’t poor, it was just that they chose to be extremely careful with their money. “It pays to save for a rainy day,” Ellie’s father used to say regularly.

Due to their frugality, clothes for Ellie’s parents and their children were either hand me downs or bought at charity clothes shops. This lifestyle was all Ellie knew and this was the main reason she dressed accordingly even to this day. It never occurred to her that they looked like clothes her grandmother would have worn in the nineteen seventies.

She stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom and removed her comfortable chunky knit cardigan followed by her blouse and skirt. The blouse was a fairly old fashioned design Kartal Escort from the nineteen eighties, buttoning up high on her neck. Her billowing pleated skirt was conservative and came down well below her knees, covering most of her legs.

‘People must think I look frumpy’ she thought ruefully as she hung up her clothes to dry. She began to rifle through the wardrobe clad in just her plain white bra and white cotton briefs searching for her casual clothes. Even her underwear was functional. She didn’t have anything lacy or even coloured for that matter. Plain white was much cheaper to buy.

‘At last’, she grunted to herself as she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a pair of old jogging bottoms and a grey sweatshirt and put them on. Today was the day for cleaning both the kitchen and the downstairs toilet. She had a weekly rota that was strictly adhered to for all the household cleaning.

Prior to going back downstairs she stood in front of the mirror and as she put her hair into a loose ponytail she took stock of her appearance. ‘I look okay’ she thought to herself as she examined her face a little closer. The face looking back at her was oval in shape. Her lips were not full and pouty but neither were they thin. She’d always considered her eyes to be her best feature. They were a deep blue, flecked with grey. Her dull, dark brown hair however was a mess. With no wave or curl or kink, it hung lankly to rest on her shoulders and was cut with a fringe, a style that hadn’t changed since her school days, nearly twenty years ago.

It wasn’t that Ellie didn’t know anything about fashion. She read the magazines and watched the shows on television and whilst part of her yearned to be more adventurous and wear those clothes and have that hairstyle, she always held back, unsure of how to change and always, always mindful of the cost.

She had just turned thirty one and had been married to Andrew for nearly ten years. They had no children and she felt her biological clock had ticked past her best time but it wasn’t as if they’d been trying much for most of their married life anyway.

Sex just wasn’t high on either of their agendas. He’d been her only boyfriend and she’d been his only girlfriend. It had been very uncomfortable the first time they’d attempted to have sex. Andrew couldn’t get hard enough to penetrate Ellie’s extremely tight pussy. It took him several attempts before they did eventually manage to consummate their relationship and looking back she thought she’d had an orgasm but she wasn’t really sure.

But she loved him. Well she thought she must, otherwise why would they still be together? He was quiet and kind and sometimes attentive. He worked for himself as a computer programmer and if truth be told was a bit of a geek. These days he didn’t seem to be as busy as he should be but they seemed to be getting by okay.

So that was another reason why she didn’t spend money on herself for clothes and hairdo’s. To her it was an unnecessary expense that they couldn’t afford. They didn’t have much money left over at the end of each month and if it wasn’t for Ellie’s small wage they would definitely be in a financial mess.

And another contributing factor was down to Ellie’s nature. She was quiet, due mainly to her introverted nature but if she managed to overcome her inhibitions and shyness she actually had a personality and a keen sense of humour. Sadly no-one ever seemed to see this side of her except maybe her boss Hugo Jordan and even then it was only a rare occurrence.

She’d been working for Hugo for eight years. He was an independent financial adviser and mortgage broker and although allied to a bigger organisation, he worked out of a small office as a one man band. Ellie was his secretary and personal assistant. She was also his cleaner, tea lady, filing clerk and all round dogsbody. You could say she was his girl Friday and there was certainly nothing she wouldn’t do for him. But he was kind to her, treated her with respect and seemed to really appreciate the things she did for him. She adored him but not in a sexual way. That certainly wouldn’t be right. For one thing he was way out of her league and besides, he’d never shown the slightest bit of interest in her anyway.

It didn’t take Ellie long to discover that Hugo had a reputation as a ladies man. One day, shortly after she started working for him, his wife Veronica turned up at the office. Even though she had met Ellie briefly before, today she blatantly ignored her and went directly into Hugo’s office. Half an hour went by and Ellie went to ask Veronica if she would like a drink. It was clear that Veronica was on the phone talking to a friend. And it soon became apparent that she was talking about Ellie.

She didn’t deliberately eavesdrop but she couldn’t help but overhear Veronica telling her friend that it had all been her idea that Hugo employ Ellie. She said that as soon as she clapped eyes on her she knew immediately Ellie was never going to attract his Pendik Escort wandering eye. At the time Ellie didn’t understand what she could possibly mean and quite frankly she didn’t care. She was just grateful that she had a job.

Veronica’s strident tones were hard to ignore and blissfully unaware that Ellie was in the vicinity she just carried on with her conversation. Ellie began to colour up with embarrassment as Veronica began to dissect her.

“Oh yes,” Veronica had said, “I don’t think he would have the slightest thoughts about Ellie apart from her skills as his secretary. If she has a nice body, he’s never going to see it with those hideous clothes she wears.” She began to laugh. “and her hair … well … what a rats tail of a mess!” She shrieked with laughter this time before continuing, “I’ve never seen anybody look so frumpy. She certainly does nothing with her general appearance to warrant a first look, never mind a second!”

She paused and then laughed in response to something her friend had uttered.

“Yes that’s true,” she’d said, “I know Hugo would love to have some attractive big breasted bimbo fronting his business for him but there’s no way I’m going to allow that to happen. You know how he can be sometimes.”

Ellie quickly and quietly moved away. She’d heard enough.

* * *

When Ellie told Andrew about her prize the next day he congratulated her. He wasn’t bothered what the prize was, just that she had won and for that he was pleased for her.

When she told her parents of her good fortune her mother’s dismissive reaction was sadly predictable. “What do you need a makeover for?” she had said, “don’t you think you’re fine as you are?”

Ellie had just shrugged her shoulders and meekly replied, “I suppose so.”

It was her best friend Caroline who showed the most enthusiasm. “Oh Ellie, you are sooo lucky. I’d have loved to have won that. I can’t believe it … a full makeover. Right then; when are you going to do it?” She was more excited than her friend.

“Oh I don’t know,” Ellie replied nervously, “my mother doesn’t see the need for me to go really …” she tailed off.

“Nonsense!” Caroline retorted, “of course you must go. What’s the point of entering if you don’t want the prize when you win.”

Ellie smiled to herself. She suspected that Caroline didn’t really understand that her reason for buying a ticket was to support the charitable cause rather than wanting to win a prize.

It took Caroline three days of continual badgering before Ellie finally caved in.

“Okay, okay, I’ll call the store and book myself in,” she said. “Jeez you really are a pushy person, you know that don’t you!”

“Yeah, I know,” Caroline grinned as she hugged her best friend.

* * *

Ellie had booked time off work as a holiday day and when she arrived for her makeover it seemed the store had really pushed the boat out. No expense had been spared and it was over coffee that she first met the managers from the different departments covered by her prize.

She was given a time-table for visiting each one and noted thankfully there was a lunch-break included. She was delighted when she was informed that the cost of her meal was also part of her day. She began to relax as she realised that perhaps everything WAS free and that the store actually didn’t have a hidden agenda.

Her first port of call was to the hair salon. Franco, the stylist chosen by the store tutted loudly several times as he ran his expert fingers through her hair.

“No … no … this will not do! Look at this … NO … NO it’s a disgrace!” He tutted loudly again. “My dear … look … your hair … it is dry … it is lifeless … it is … uugghh … YUK!” He lifted a few strands with his fingertips before dropping them with evident distaste.

Ellie was horrified. She thought her hair was okay. She conditioned it once every three months or so. She’d read somewhere that using conditioner regularly would strip out the essential oils and that was a bad thing.

She informed Franco of this nugget of information, thinking she was being helpful. He exploded with rage.

Ellie jumped at his outburst. She was about to say something when he stopped her. “Say nothing more until I have finished!”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the manager of the hair salon roll her eyes in frustration. Evidently Franco was high maintenance. She wondered why they tolerated his behaviour.

In the end, as he put the finishing touches to his work, Ellie could see why. The man was clearly a magician. His cut had removed her old straight fringe and given her an off centre parting. Her hair framed her face in a casual soft wave, coming to rest just above her shoulders and it shone with a healthy vitality she had never seen before.

“Franco … that’s … that’s …” She shook her head, mesmerised by the movement this caused to her hair.

“Yes I know!” France replied smugly. “Right you can go now.” He eased her out of the chair and shooed her away. “Off you go … go…”

Ellie took her time leaving the salon. There were just so many mirrors in the place, each one seeming to give her a fresh perspective of her new hairstyle. Finally the salon manager took her by the arm.

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It had been about a month since I had settled into the guest house. The free room and board was a gift courtesy of Lexi, my former landlady and resident MILF.

I was getting comfortable with the space, even if it wasn’t helping me be more productive with my writing.

Who can work when the perks of a billionaire’s ocean-front mansion are at your disposal? There was the pool with its infinity edge that overlooked the coastline. The private beach accessible anytime of the day or night. Lexi’s house was built for entertaining. Southern California living at its finest.

What made it even more fascinating was that Lexi didn’t use the house the way her ex-husband did. Gone were the celebrity parties and the vast displays of excessive wealth. No one was compensating for anything anymore, if you know what I mean.

Maybe that’s why Lexi and I hit it off so well. We didn’t want to know the complications of each others lives. We knew what part we played in each other’s fantasies. She loved the size of my cock and how I made her feel when we were together and I loved making her feel that way.

I loved that she was a MILF in her prime and uninhibited. Lexi was in her late thirties or early forties but, worked at keeping her body as fit as women half her age. Her age was only hinted at by a freak steak of silver running through otherwise blonde hair.

We enjoyed each others company but, we also mutually objectified each others bodies. Which is why I was surprised to get a phone call from her late Saturday night.

“Hey, Alex.”

“Hey Lexi. How did the date with Mr. Serial Entrepreneur go?”

“Oh the date was a bust. He was handsome but, such a bore. All he could talk about was himself. Right now I have something more pressing I need to deal with.”

“What is that Lexi?”

Lexi’s voice dropped to a whisper and she said, “I’m feeling kind of nasty tonight and I’m just so horny. I’m craving some cock.”

Just my luck, Lexi had flown up to San Francisco to take care of business and close on the sale of the old condo. Ever since the divorce, she had an aversion to “just let the lawyers take care of it.”

“It’s too bad you’re so far away. If you were here, I would take you into the den in the main house. And slip between your legs as we spread out over all those Morrocan pillows.”

“Oh, that sounds so nice. Tell me more.” cooed Lexi.

“Not yet, tell me what you’re wearing.” I said.”Actually, hold on. I’m at my desk. I need to get comfortable.”

“Stay, at the desk Alex. I like the thought of you stuck in that Aeron chair.”

“OK,” I thought. “Now tell me what you’re wearing.”

“I was wearing the Valentino. But, I’ve changed into something different, something I bought for you, something cheap. Have you heard of a store called Agent Provocateur?”

I had heard of Agent Provocateur, and I was getting hard just thinking about it. Apparently Lexi’s concept of cheap was $200 panties.

“Well, I didn’t go there,” laughed Lexi. “I went to this hole in the wall in the Haight and picked up a little something. Something pink. You’ll see tomorrow when I get home. Maybe.”

And then she hung up. “Oh that bitch!” I thought. Here I was thinking we were starting a prelude to some good phone sex. Lexi called just to torture me. I was inclined to rub one out right then but, the thought of what kind of delicious seduction Lexi had planned kept my hand off my cock. Besides I was out of lotion.

It would be late afternoon the next day before Lexi called back. The maid had left for the day and the landscapers were gone. The sprinklers were just turning on as the sun started to set. Golden hour.

“What are you doing?” asked Lexi.

“I was about to jump into the shower.”

“When you’re done. Don’t bother getting dressed. Just join me in the den,” said Lexi. “Oh one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Bring the lube,” she said. Lexi hung up the phone.

I don’t even know if what I did counted as a shower. It didn’t matter since I had to cross through all the sprinklers on my way to the main house. Water was still dripping off my nude body and the towel I had around my waist was sopping wet.

Lexi was in the kitchen. Lifting spoonfuls of yogurt into her mouth. Lexi ate yogurt, or for that matter anything creamy, like she was sucking cock.

“Someone’s in a rush,” smiled Lexi. “That’s a good thing, since mommy’s hungry for some sausage.”

I dropped the towel.

“Christ. Maybe I spoke too soon. Based on the saucisson between your legs maybe I should say pork sausage.” exclaimed Lexi.

There she goes again with the french. Yes Lexi, I know what saucisson is.

“That’s good,” I answered, “I’ve been craving some pie.”

Lexi giggled at my joke and stepped out from behind the breakfast counter.

“You like what you see?”

Oh fuck. She was pushing my buttons again. Except for sheer black thigh-high stockings and extreme fuck-me-pumps, Lexi was essentially nude.

Lexi was modeling the lack of clothing for me and I did want to pop right then but, she was right it istanbul escort had been too long. I wasn’t going to let my desire to cum ruin our time together. I was going to make tonight last. Delaying my desire to cum meant she could have more orgasms within the same tryst.

“I thought we could forgo the formalities and just cut to the chase.” smiled Lexi. “Do you like these heels?”

Lexi was wearing six, maybe six and a half inch pink glitter heels with criss-cross straps. The straps had metal eyelets spaced out every half inch and Lexi had made sure they were buckled snugly around her ankles. As I moved in for a closer look, she turned around to show me the silver stiletto heel of the fuck-me-pumps. Ungodly beautiful and terribly sexy.

Her diamond anklet stood out in contrast to the french heel of her stockings. The back seams drew one’s eyes up to her toned cheeks of her tanned SoCal ass. The lace that trimmed the tops of the thigh high stockings were a shocking pink.

Aside from the heels and the hose, Lexi wore a small pink T-shirt stretch taut across her tits. Her body was dripping with jewelry. A diamond choker the thickness of a dog’s collar was accented by a thick diamond cuff. Ruby teardrops surrounded by more diamonds hung from her ears.

The gray half shirt clung tight and showed a ridiculous amount of under-boob. Emblazoned across the front in pink rhinestones were the letters S-L-U-T.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?,” she asked.

I walked up to her, pressed my chest against her back and cupped my hands around her breasts. I kissed up her neck and nibbled on her ear. My rigid shaft, standing completely upright, fit perfectly in the crack of her ass.

“You are thinking what I’m thinking,” cooed Lexi after she swallowed another spoonful of yogurt.

“I don’t know how but, you look incredibly beautiful, elegant and so cheap at the same time.”

Lexi removed the spoon from her mouth and teased,”I thought you’d like that”

She broke free. I just stood there admiring the rhythmic bouncing of her ass cheeks as her stockinged legs carried her away from me.

The stiletto heels clacked against the tile as she headed towards the Den.

“Come on, we’re burning daylight.” said Lexi.

I followed her like a wolf about to catch his prey. I seriously wanted to feed her a spoonful of something, and it wasn’t yogurt.

The den was an anomaly in an otherwise post modern design house. It was designed and decorated as a modern take on Marrakesh. Lanterns hung from ceilings draped in striped tenting and all the furniture was low to the ground.

Against the left corner of the room was a field of over-sized Moroccan pillows piled high. It was as if we had left the world behind. Lexi looked so sexy in the middle of the plain of pillows.

She was on her back, her legs spread eagle. She had a mischievous smile on her face as she removed the spoon from her mouth and licked her lips. Arching her back she beckoned for me to join her.

“You look like fuck-me-barbie in her North African dream house,” I whispered as I climbed on top of her.

“You mean I look like a bimbo fuck-toy?” asked Lexi.

“Fuck-toy, MILF,” I interrupted.

“Oh stop with the compliments, you’re making me blush,” joked Lexi.

Slapping my shaft on her pussy lips I noted, “You’re already wet.”

I slipped my cock into her waiting pussy and the force of my thrust lifted her legs up and her heels were airborne. As I grabbed Lexi’s ankles and placed them over my shoulders I could hear her cry out.

“Oh God that’s good.”

Lexi then complained that she hadn’t even finished her yogurt yet as the spoon dropped from her hand. She then looked up, “I know of a better hole for that cock.”

Lexi brought the cup of yogurt to her mouth and proceeded to dump the remaining contents in her mouth. She didn’t swallow. As the yogurt threatened to spill over the corners of lips, I knew which hole she was talking about.

The yogurt was a cool contrast to Lexi’s warm pussy. I made sure to keep eye contact as I fed her the first few inches of my shaft. Each inch displaced more yogurt and it flowed out of her mouth in successive surges. Dripping off her chin just as fast as she could swallow my cock the yogurt dripped and slathered Lexi’s tits.

As I pulled out of her mouth, Lexi said, “You read my mind. Now some one is going to need to clean that up.”

“You first,” I replied.

Lexi proceeded to lick up and down my shaft, circling the head just to drive me crazy and then patiently licked my balls clean.

She gave my engorged head a quick kiss and said, “Your turn.”

I moved back off of her body so I could bury my face in her breasts. I took my time licking off all the yogurt. I was using the yogurt as a map to show me how much skin I had licked and sucked. I also used it as lubricant for my tongue as I played with Lexi’s areolas.

“Oh fuck they’re so sensitive. Bite em, bite them.” she moaned.

I licked and I sucked Lexi clean and I only stopped when her nipples were istanbul escort bayan hard nubs.

“You do this so well, I’m going to have to make you do this the next time you cover my tits in cum.”

The yogurt did look like I had unloaded half a pint of my cum all over her.

“Do you have anymore yogurt?” I asked.

“Only what’s hiding in that cock.” replied Lexi.

“I love it when you’re nasty,” I said and kissed her. Lexi bit my lip.

“Ow!”

“Sorry baby. Its just been too long. I’m so worked up. I want to get dirty with you, I want be so nasty today.” answered Lexi.

“You’re going to get me all worked up and I’m going to cum too fast,” that’s what I was thinking but I said, “Let’s slow it down a little.”

Lexi was pushing all my buttons and I did want to pop right then but, she was right it had been too long. I wasn’t going to let my desire to cum ruin our time together. I was going to make tonight last. Lexi loved it when I stretched things out, no pun intended. Delaying my desire to cum meant she could have more orgasms within the same tryst.

I rolled her over on her stomach. She looked quite helpless in that position. Lexi propped herself up on her elbows and looked back.

“What’s wrong,” She asked.

“Nothing’s wrong baby. I’m just taking a longer look.”

Nothing’s wrong is right. Every time I was in the position to receive the bounty of my MILF, I wondered just what turned her ex-husband off Lexi.

She was a stunner. A spinner, because of her height and weight, she was intoxicatingly beautiful. And incredibly sexy. Lexi looked great fully clothed, naked, or as was my preference — dressed to fuck.

She had way of cocking her head and giving you a “look” that would stop traffic. That was usually followed by a wide smile and a sparkle in her eye that let you know everything she was thinking was pure mischief.

Even now, after a year of trysts and public couplings, she looked dynamite. The fact that I could never wait to be deep in her and her embrace, was testament to what a sensual woman she was. Sure she was old enough to be my mother but, I’ve never wanted to fuck my mother.

With Lexi, that’s one of the things I loved most about her. Now she was on her stomach, lying in front of me like Fuck-Me Barbie. With her thighs splayed wide and the metallic heels of her fuck-me-pumps pointing at me, she was a sexual rocket waiting to be filled with cock fuel.

“I’m just going to love this crack for a bit, OK?”

I squirted lubricant across her ass cheeks and allowed it to pool in between her ass cheeks. Placing my shaft in between the crease I rode the crack rocking her back and forth. My hands cupped her ass cheeks and I started to spread the lube.

“I love it when you tease me. Had I known this would be the reaction, I would have dressed up like Bimbo-Barbie much, much sooner,” cooed Lexi.

“Tell me what I’m doing right now Bimbo-Barbie.”

“You’re grinding so hard between my cheeks,” she moaned. “I can feel that magnificent cock growing.”

“Tell me what I’m going to do with it Lexi.”

“You’re going to tease me and then stretch out my wet slit of a pussy.” she moaned.

“You’re what?”

“My wet little slit of a pussy,” she repeated. Before she corrected herself and said, “My wet little cunt.”

“When is that going to happen?” I inquired softly.

“Whenever you want baby. I need it. I need it,” she begged. “Don’t tease me, anymore.”

I didn’t need an invitation but, I got one as Lexi got up on her knees, raised her ass higher and put her head down. She buried her face in the pillows anticipating insertion.

“Fuck-doll Barbie needs a cock,” she moaned.

Lexi yelped and tensed around my cock as the head entered her ass. The lube had greased a pathway but, she wasn’t expecting it.

“Wrong hole baby, wrong hole.” she yelled.

“Is it? I thought you were feeling nasty tonight.”

“Go slow then.” she said.

A ripple of excess lube ribbed my shaft as my pressure led to Lexi’s yielding. Inch by inch, her asshole swallowed my cock with the most wondrous sensation. How I loved to be with this woman.

“It feels so good.”

Lexi was preaching to the choir. It did feel fantastic. I loved the way the head of my cock would spread her sphincter and and her asshole would swallow my shaft.

“That’s it baby, long strokes. Long strokes.”

We were in perfect rhythm as cock flowed into ass when Lexi got back up on her hands and knees. She started to take over, pushing my hands off her supple waist. Lexi began to twerk. Each successive undulation of her ass she pushed me out and pulled me in. Just when I got used to the rhythm Lexi would change the pace. Her cheeks bounced as my cock was sucked into her roundness of her ass.

“Fuck I want to live in this ass,” I mumbled.

“Anytime,” she replied.

Lexi had her hand in between her legs and she was rolling her clit.

“Take over baby, I need to cum.”

Never one to stand in the way of Lexi’s orgasms I pulled onto my cock istanbul bayan escort by her waist and continued stroking.

“Deeper baby, deeper.”

I complied. My balls were about to drain too.

“Fuck, harder Alex. Harder. I’m so close.”

My strokes were longer now. Some strokes, when I pulled out I almost entered Lexi’s pussy by mistake. And then I did. Hard fast and firm my cock slid in until I was balls deep. I immediately pulled out.

“I’m sorry Lexi, I…”

“Oh, God!” wailed Lexi, “Do it again!”

I was perplexed, “What about UTI’s Lexi, I heard…”

“Shut the fuck up and put that cock in my cunt!”

Lexi was a woman possessed. Her head was down now turned sideways. Her arms were spread out and she was clenching handfuls of pillow.

“Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!” She screamed.

I did as I was told when the banshee inside Lexi instructed me to switch between her pussy and her ass. Truth be told I was hanging on for dear life. Being allowed to watch my cock switching between her ass and her pussy was just too nasty in the sexiest way.

It didn’t hurt me either that it felt like heaven. I was back in Lexi’s ass when Lexi’s dam broke.

“Please baby, don’t stop, don’t stop.” cried Lexi. “I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. Just fuck me. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

She was cumming. She kicked her legs up, bending at the knees, almost causing me bodily harm as the heels of her stilettos hit my back. I was balls deep in her beautiful asshole as she arched her back and pressed her stomach into the pillows. The pillows were getting soaked. Did Lexi squirt? Was it just copious amounts of lube?

She climaxed while screaming, “Oh God. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me.”

She then relaxed and went limp as if she was a rag doll.

“Owww. ow. ow. Get it out of me. I’m too sensitive. right now.”

I pulled out my still rock-hard shaft. I bent over Lexi and asked, “Are you OK?”

“Oh yes, baby. That was one of the best orgasms. I’ve ever had. I love it when you fuck me like that. Thank-you baby.”

Then she got up and walked away. I was still there on my knees, sitting back with my ass with my rock-hard cock in my hand.

“Be right back, baby. I have to take care of a few things.”

I assumed there was some clean-up involved since, switching holes was not the healthiest of sexual practices. Believe me, I had heard more than an earful from past girlfriends about the dangers of UTIs. If my cock could talk, he would have looked at me and said, “Pathetic, we didn’t even get to cum.”

My cock’s remorse was short lived as Lexi returned. Now rubbed down with baby oil, she had lost the half shirt and the thigh highs. In their place was a fuchsia garter belt holding up pink fishnet stockings ending in the same erection inducing heels. The jewels were replaced with a pink leather dog collar and matching ankle/wrist cuffs.

“Your turn baby.” she mouthed as she sashayed by me so I could get the full effect. She walked over and plopped herself on the leather moroccan ottomans just a foot off the floor.

“You ready to get started?”

With that implied approval, I walked over to to her. She produced from the cabinet behind her, a box of medical wipes. The alcohol was cold as she wrapped both hands around my cock. As she cleaned my shaft, precum pooled at the tip of my cock.

“What should I do now?” I asked.

“What do you want to do Alex?” replied Lexi. “Show me.”

I grabbed my cock and slapped it on her lips. I placed the tip of my cock on her partially opened mouth. She smiled, then puckered as the tip of her tongue flicked my engorged mushroom head.

Her ultra pink lips parted and she licked down the underside of my shaft. She smiled a wicked smile as swallowed the precum that had formed at the tip.

“Is that it?” asked Lexi.

“For now,” I replied as I continued to rub my cock over her pursed lips in slow motion.

As my cock glided over her lips, all I wanted to do was jump to the foregone conclusion. But the visual and the sensation was too good to give up. I didn’t know if I had even heard her correctly when the invitation to do “whatever you want” had been spoken.

“I’m going to take a raincheck on that – whatever you want offer, Ms. H.”

Lexi giggled at my calling her Ms. H. I hadn’t called her that since I was renting a condo from her in San Francisco. That was over six months ago. Now courtesy of Ms. Lexi H I was getting room and board free in exchange for cock.

“I think I want to pay my rent. All nine inches of it,” I muttered. “Let’s get back to that pussy. What are those cuffs for?”

Lexi pointed out the metal rail that ran the around the room – perfect for securing a slave or a sexual partner. A hat-tip to the perv of an ex husband.

“I though maybe you wanted to see the rest of my purchases in the Haight. Don’t you think all this makes me look even more like Fuck-Me Barbie?”

As I got down on my knees I had to agree, Lexi didn’t miss a thing. Not even the day glow pink lipstick. I raised Lexi’s arms above her and clipped the cuffs to the rail.

She looked surprised though when I did the same with her legs. She did look like those plastic Barbie dolls when you raised their legs. Spread eagle, without the ability to set herself free, Lexi looked completely helpless.

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While not necessary to understand the story, it wouldn’t hurt to read the first part of this story, Let it Snow. Part II takes place approximately two years later…

—

My truck started easily in the morning. I looked in the rearview mirror, noticing the bags under my eyes. Yet again, a full night’s sleep had been denied. Too many dreams wandered through my head at night.

I pulled out of the parking lot, and headed to school. It was only a couple minutes away, but I was running a little late. The drizzling rain was going to be an issue, but I had heard it was supposed to taper off soon.

My tendency to show up late had not gone unnoticed by some of the other teachers. A few snide comments had been made, but I had let them go.

I didn’t care, to be honest.

—

I pulled into the school, and cursed at the lack of plowing. No decent place to park. Yes, now I was officially screwed. I parked in the far lot, and jogged over the rain-drenched pavement to the main doors.

As I pulled the doors open, I pondered whether to stop in the office and check my mail, or just head directly to my classroom. I decided to sneak in and out of the office, in the hope that no one would say anything.

It was a valiant effort, foiled only by a student running headfirst into me. He hit the ground with a thud and a sheepish “sorry, Mr. O’Shea”.

Wonderful. I made an attempt to laugh it off, but the look on the secretary’s face was enough to let me know that my late entrance had gone unnoticed. She tapped her watch at me in that annoying kind-of way.

Yes, wonderful.

I grabbed the papers out of my mailbox, and headed off to homeroom. I took the long way around, making sure not to run into her.

That was the last thing I needed.

—

By the time lunch rolled around, I had pondered the question “Why did I get out of bed today?” about 20 times. I had left the tests to my upper division Comp Sci’s class at the apartment; I had planned on spending the period going over their miserable grades with them, but instead had to come up with something on the spot.

The moment I had that realization, the department head showed up for an unscheduled observation.

I knew that there were stories going around, about me. I was making a conscious effort not to be present for any… awkward questions or conversations. Although I had been on-campus for two years, I was still an outsider to most of the faculty. The conditions under which I’d been hired hadn’t exactly endeared me to my “colleagues”.

I leaned back in my chair, irritatingly tapping a pencil against my chair. I decided to go through the memos in my mailbox.

The top sheet was a small note, written in crisp penmanship. My heart skipped a beat.

Mr. O’Shea – The deadline for new teachers, regarding employment next year, is Friday, December 13th. Please let me know what you’re going to do. Best, Mr. Williams

I sighed, and rubbed my temple. Great.

“Mr. Williams” and “Mr. O’Shea”.

Not “Chuck” or “Scott”. All of a sudden, he doesn’t know me, let alone remember all the times I had eaten dinner with his wife and… her sister.

Which means she hadn’t told him.

Yes, this day was complete and utter shit. I crumpled the note and tossed it away.

God, I needed a drink.

—

I flew out of school, blowing off the faculty meeting. I never did more than nod my head and smile, anyways. Besides, I had somewhere I needed to be.

I had made the odd choice, several years ago, to take a second job at the local mall. It was where my current employer had… ah… “found” me. I hadn’t worked there the following winter, but this year, with everything going on, I decided I needed all the “Christmas Cheer” I could get.

So, I returned to the greatest job of all:

Santa Claus.

The irony wasn’t lost, during self-reflection. I was bitter, unhappy and miserable. But I was attempting – with some measure of success, I must proudly admit – to bring happiness to others, while trying to cheer myself up.

Yes, there’s some fucked-up circular reasoning there. But, I do what I have to do to get by.

Teaching was supposed to be my escape. Now it’s become my prison.

I sat in the locker room, changing quietly into my garb. The cute little elf made a comment to me, but I wasn’t in the mood. I had way too much fun with an “elf” in here, once. No, I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

I walked out with the elf, all dressed up as Saint Nick. I sat down in the chair, adjusted myself and took a deep breath.

“Ho, Ho, Ho!” I called out. “Who wants to see Santa?”

Blessedly, there was already a line of children to take my mind off matters.

—

6 hours, and one sore ass later, I wearily stepped into the shower, scrubbing my body down. The mall had added the showers to the locker room, a gesture of which I was readily grateful.

I had remembered to bring some clean clothes (but not those damn tests, my conscience reminded me), and I was still running late.

I bakırköy escort was finally going to get that damned drink I’d been craving all day.

—

The scotch ran down my throat, smooth as ever. And it tasted fantastic.

“You look like shit.” Mike said.

My shoulders slumped. “Please let me enjoy my drink.”

“Well, you do look like shit.”

“I really am trying to enjoy this drink. Do you even know how they make scotch?”

“I don’t really care.”

“I’m sure there’s a good reason you’re my friend. But right now, I’m having a difficult time remembering why.” I commented wryly.

“Because when you’re being an ass, I tell you?”

“Oh, this is fantastic. And how is it you don’t let me do the same for you?” I snarled, not pleased at getting a lecture.

“Because I have Carly to keep me in line.”

“Really, ‘Mr. Morals’? And you cheated on her with Elaine, because…?” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I had crossed the line. Mike stared at me, obviously pissed off.

“There’s a reason you always end up alone. Even in college, you were like this. You always push people away.” He stood up, and grabbed his jacket, tossing a five-dollar bill onto the bar.

“Look, I’m sorry, I just had a bad da-“

“You always have a bad day, you realize that? You want to be a miserable, selfish prick, fine. Be a dick. Just don’t start your shit with me.” He slipped his jacket on.

“Mike, really, I didn’t me-“

“There’s a reason no one else will come out with us. Everyone’s sick of your crap.” He stood right in my face. “It’s not your fault, or mine, that she screwed you over. We all have problems with our girlfriends and wives, but we all face them. You just try to run away.”

He gestured to my glass.

“Or try to drink it away.”

He walked out the door, without another word.

—

I sat there, nursing my drink. Lost in my thoughts, I found myself both angry with Mike, and angry with myself.

I knew he was right. That wasn’t an easy pill to swallow, but he was right. I really did have my head up my own ass. Again. I knew that it wasn’t as bad as he intimated, but I knew we’d patch this up. It would just take some time.

I still felt like an ass, though. I walked over to the pool table, and mindlessly put 4 quarters in. Mike and I were supposed to play a couple games, but that was obviously not going to happen.

I needed some practice anyways. I racked the balls, walked to the other end of the table, and shot the cue ball towards the other end of the table.

“Nice shot.”

I blinked. Apparently, I had an audience. Standing off to my right was a girl, holding one of the pool cues.

“Hey, thanks.” I replied awkwardly, trying to decide if I wanted to practice, or let her cut in and play.

“You playing with anyone?” She asked, gesturing to the table.

“No, not really.” I said, taking another shot, and missing. I cursed out loud.

“Umm. Okay.” She paused, chalking the cue.

“Wait. Sorry.” I said. I stopped for a second, and took a deep breath. “You wanna play?” I managed a weak smile.

She chuckled, the light flashing off the hoop pierced through her lip. “Yeah, but I’m not really good.”

“Well, it beats playing with myself.” I said, trying to make a weak joke. Unfortunately, it came out the wrong way.

She smiled broadly. “How’s that again?”

I winced, and smiled sincerely in spite of myself. “Okay. That wasn’t what I meant. See, I meant-“

“It’s okay. I get it.”

“No, really, see, I was intentionally trying to make a bad joke…”

She waited, a sly grin on her face. “And…?” she gestured.

“Okay. Forget it. Let’s just say foot in mouth, and move on?”

She laughed. “Deal, I’ll rack.”

She tossed off her leather jacket, and my eyes almost popped out of my sockets.

“There is no way you walk around wearing that all day.” I pronounced.

A tight silver tank top and shiny silver shorts matched her silver high-heels. She smiled.

“Yeah, I just got off from work. Pool relaxes me.” She said, shaking her jet-black hair.

“Dancer?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She grinned again. “How’d you guess?” She shook her butt at me and we both laughed.

“I don’t know if you meet the strict dress-code for this place,” I joked dryly. “Technically, your cleavage is popping out too much for that… thing… to be considered a ‘shirt’.”

She laughed again. “Should I take it off?” She smirked.

“Hmm.” I pretended to consider the idea. She hit me in the shoulders.

“Take your shot, you dirty man.”

I moved the cue ball around for a moment, watching her out of the corner of my eyes. I refused to let this beautiful, scantily clad distract me. She leaned over, boobs almost popping out.

“Well?” She challenged.

I sneered jokingly. “I will not be baited by you, woman. And I will be victorious!”

Ten minutes later, I watched in disbelief as she sunk the eight ball.

“Unbelievable,” I gasped. bakırköy escort bayan “That was just…”

I pointed at her, mockingly. “You tricked me.”

She swiped the $20 off the pool table that I had mistakenly thought would be mine.

“I didn’t really trick you.” She said, trying not to smile.

I waited, staring at her.

“Okay, maybe a little.” She confessed. “Buy you a shot?”

I squinted my eyes.

“Deal.” I took the money out of her hand, and walked over to the bar.

“Gimme a couple of shots.” I told the bartender. He nodded, and glanced over at the pool table.

“She’s a knock-out,” he chuckled, pouring some whiskey into two glasses.

I turned around, and saw that she was leaning over the table, still shooting. I noticed that she had managed to clear most of the table with only a few shots. “Not really good, my ass,” I muttered. I noticed that her tank top was completely backless, a thought that was accompanied by several very inappropriate thoughts.

“She comes in here once or twice a week.” He continued, sliding the shots my way.

“Her has a name, you know.” A voice whispered into my ear. A smell wafted under my nose, which twitched accordingly.

Jasmine.

I turned and stared; Her dark eyes bore into mine.

“Oh. Shots? Good, I’m thirsty.” She pushed my legs open, and slide in-between them, while I sat on the stool in shock. Her body was perpendicular to mine, enabling me to stare at her lithe body without feeling too conscious.

She grabbed both shots, opened her mouth, and poured them down, one right after the other. Her lips were… inviting, to say the least.

“You really shouldn’t be…um…” I gestured at her body, pressed against my thigh.

She turned her head, one eye peering at me through her hair. “Problem?” She queried, challenging me…

In an instant, I was flooded with emotions. It had been over a month since I had been with anyone. I flinched, as memories overtook me, my body was pumped by adrenaline. I could feel my blood rising.

Okay, Two can play this game.

I inhaled and exhaled through my nose, meeting her gaze easily.

“No problem at all,” I smirked, my hand trailing down her lower back.

“Mm.” She purred. “Nice hands. You don’t have to stop.”

I turned her around, so that her back faced me, as I pressed my fingers into her shoulders.

“Oh!” she exclaimed quietly. “That feels… umm… ohm.” She moaned.

I was trying very hard not to get aroused, but I was incredibly conscious of both her perfume and her body. The fact that she was rubbing slowly against my body wasn’t helping much.

I released her neck and back, as she shifted and stretched her shoulders.

“That was fantastic.” She cooed. “So, another game?” She turned to walk away, but something in me switched; my hand shot out and caught her elbow.

She jerked back, and opened her mouth to argue, but my thumb reached up to trace her lips. In my head, I heard a voice saying, just take her. You know she wants it.

Yeah, I know which head that thought was coming from.

She gazed up at me, her eyes full of lust. Her tongue snaked out, and licked my thumb.

“So.” I said quietly, my voice quavering slightly.

“Yeah.” She whispered.

“You, um…”, my head gestured to the door.

She paused for a moment, and bit her lip. “I don’t normally do this.” She pondered for a moment, then took my hand, and headed for the door.

We walked outside, hands still clenched, as the snow continued to fall on our heads. We reached my truck, and I pushed her against the door, wrapped my arms around her, and pressed my lips to her mouth. I could feel her arms slide around the back of my neck, pulling me into her. I pressed her body against the vehicle, as our hips starting grinding.

Her mouth, like her skin, was soft. And the exotic smell wafting off her was turning me on even more.

We broke away from the kiss, and I turned her around, pushing her against the truck.

“What are y-” She started to ask.

“Shhh.” I said calmly, blood pounding.

“See,” I said “It’s been a couple weeks for me.” My hands trailed alongside her cheek. “And I’ve had a very bad day. So, I think I’m in a mood.”

My hands reached under her jacket, found her ass and squeezed. I pressed my nails into her cheeks, as she gasped in surprise. My right hand slid lower, and pressed in-between her legs. My fingers easily traced the outline of her lips through the tight shorts.

Her head dropped and a small moan escaping her lips, as my fingers began stroking her. I pressed my mouth to her ear.

“So, I should give you a choice, because I’m probably going to ravage you tonight.” My fingers pushed upwards, accenting my words. “However, I just don’t feel like giving you a choice.” I slid my hand out, opened he car door, and waited.

She turned around and stared at me, then smiled slightly.

She slid inside, grabbed the door, and closed it.

“Good girl,” I muttered to myself.

I escort bayan bakırköy walked over to the driver’s side, keyed the door, and slid in.

I looked over at her, a confused look in her eyes. I started the truck, reached over and grabbed her hand, and put it in my lap.

“You know what to do,” I commanded.

She stared at me for a second, her tongue uneasily licking her lips. As I put the truck in reverse, and began to pull out, I felt the zipper of my pants go down, her fingers tenderly sliding into my pants.

I smirked.

I threw the truck into drive, and pulled forward, orange lights mixing with the falling snow. Jesus, would it ever stop snowing? Her hand didn’t have a hard time finding me in my pants, but she decided to unbuckle my belt anyways, popping open the button on my pants.

I leaned back slightly, keeping my arms relaxed, as her fingers slid up and down my shaft. My eyes half-closed when she teased the tip, fingering the hole slowly.

“Damn,” I whispered, my head leaning back against the headrest. Her fingers gently curled around me, and slid up and down, pausing again to tease the tip.

I gripped the steering wheel tight, praying that the light turns green soon. I needed to get this girl back to my place. I looked over to my right and saw her face, half-covered in shadows and dark hair.

Her eyes were wide, tongue licking her lips, as her hand starting moving up and down faster. She used some of my pre-cum to lube her palm, making it easier to jerk me off.

She pulled her hand off suddenly, as I flew down the highway, minutes away from my apartment, and reached behind her head, tying her hair back. As I watched she undid both our seatbelts, scooted closer to me, leaned into my lap, pushed me back, and put her mouth on my cock.

“Ohhhh.” I moaned loudly, my foot releasing the gas. In that moment, all I felt was wet lips sucking my dick, and it was fantastic. One hand slid down from the steering wheel, as I ran my fingers over her head.

I inhaled sharply, as I felt her mouth tighten, sucking slowly, as her lips moved upwards to the tip. Her tongue swirled under, then over the tip, flicking the eye.

I hit the turn signal, and carefully pulled into my apartment complex. Her head began moving up and down, cheeks tight as she sucked me off. I was breathing hard as I found a parking place, and turned the truck off. Her head was bobbing up and down, tongue running all over my shaft as her hands began playing with my balls.

I groaned louder, as the snow continued to pile down on the windshield. The wind blew against the truck as she tightened her mouth, and sucked my dick so hard I thought I was going to explode.

I yanked her head off my cock, reached down and zipped myself up.

“We’re going inside,” I rushed. “Now.”

“Please,” She begged. “I really want…”

For a moment, I almost gave in. The look in her eyes was almost too much, but I strengthened my resolve.

“No.” I said.

I popped open the door, buckling my belt hastily. She opened hers, and joined me, as I grabbed her hand, half-walking, half-running. As we reached my door, I fumbled with my keys, as she licked my ear.

I growled, as her hand slid down my chest, rubbing my cock through my pants.

I found the right key, and slid it in, turning the lock and, thank God, opening my fucking door.

Pulling her inside, I helped her out of her leather jacket. Actually, I think I tore it off her, but I wasn’t paying attention to anything except the rising lust running through my veins.

I pushed her onto the couch, as she undid my pants again. I reached in-between her legs, and rubbed hard. Slowly, my finger pulled and pushed against her pussy. Her body tensed, and then relaxed, fingers slowly playing with my cock.

I reached up to her waist, and peeled off the shorts, her hips holding still as I practically ripped them off her. My fingers quickly found her lips, and stroked them while her hands grabbed my arms tight.

I moved my body down off the sofa, and yanked her legs apart. I kissed the inside of her thigh, while one finger continued teasing her lips. My mouth by her pussy, as one hand began rubbing her thigh.

I licked my finger, and pushed it inside her pussy. She moaned as I pulled out, licked it again, and pushed it in harder. I twisted my finger, pulled it out then thrust it back in.

“Don’t need to lick my finger anymore, do I?” I growled. She shook her head, realizing she was soaked. My finger began thrusting in and out, each time delving deeper inside her. It only took a few minutes for my long digit to slide all the way in.

At which point, I added a second finger. Her body twisted sharply, as I slowly, but hungrily, probed her pussy with two fingers. My fingers were wet and sticky as I forced them inside her tight pussy. I could feel the inside of her pussy grinding against my hand.

I looked up and ordered her to take of her top. She grabbed her top and whipped it over her head. Her magnificent tanned breasts stood up, nipples hard.

I was going to have to fuck those tits later.

I continued probing her pussy with my hand. My arm began moving faster, pumping harder with each thrust. Her hand s returned to my arms, nails digging in, as her hips began thrusting against me.

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Josh finished off his meal before half of the other employees had even made it through the queue. He came from a poor family with three kids, and whoever ate the fastest got dibs on seconds, so he’d been in the habit of wolfing down his food all his life.

Thankfully, the company had learned from the previous year’s fiasco. The food had been bad enough that they’d stopped going super cheap on company meals, and had found a caterer that seemed to do everything right. It wasn’t a proper family Christmas dinner, but it was as close as one could get on a mass catering scale. The caterer’s track record with good food was the tipping point that had convinced him to make the long drive to the Christmas party. The door prizes were nice — but a long shot. The food was a sure thing.

Pleasantly full, he chatted with a couple of the other loading dock workers he was friendly with for a few minutes, and then went to refill his iced tea.

So much for that idea, he thought as he approached the beverage dispensers. There were several people on the dock he wasn’t fond of, but Anthony he absolutely couldn’t stand. From the looks of him, he was ranting about something, and he was standing right next to the dispensers. The guy was lazy, full of himself, and bitched constantly about how he was being singled out and treated unfairly — by everyone and everything.

Another glass of tea wasn’t worth the aggravation.

Josh glanced at his phone and saw that it was going to be over an hour before they started announcing door prizes. He decided to throw on his coat and head to his car in the parking lot for a while, where he had tunes that weren’t Christmas music, and a bottle of Coke.

It was a sunny winter’s day with no wind, and so felt far warmer than it actually was. When he climbed in his car on the back side of the hotel, he found that the sun streaming through the windows had kept it warm enough that he didn’t even need the heater to feel comfortable. He drank his Coke, listened to music, and took in the view.

The hotel where the company had rented the banquet hall wasn’t part of the ski resort proper, but still had a great view of the snow-blanketed mountains. According to the signage, there were hiking trails through the pines and picnic shelters as well. Beyond the mounds pushed up by the plows were pristine natural drifts guided by the lay of the land and whim of the wind. Snow hung thick on the boughs of the pines rising out of those drifts. Above them was the majesty of the mountains.

It was a far different view than at home, where the mountains were a distant vision — most often blocked by buildings — and the snow was a dingy grey. He knew he could get an even better look if he took advantage of the slight discount the company had arranged on the slopes of the resort. The key word was slight, and he had never been on a pair of skis or a snowboard. That was something he didn’t want to try to learn in front of coworkers he would class as acquaintances rather than friends.

After only a few minutes of sitting, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and glanced toward the back door of the hotel, where he’d just exited. A woman was standing there in the open door, facing inside. She had a great ass and long dark hair hanging in pigtails from a white knit cap. He thought he knew her, and when she turned slightly, it confirmed his guess. Leigh was fresh out of high school, hot as hell, and worked in one of the outlying departments of the warehouse.

She was also Anthony’s girlfriend.

Maybe not for long, Josh thought rather smugly when he realized she was gesturing angrily at him, where he stood just inside the door. It served him right as far as Josh was concerned. He had no idea what any woman saw in the jackass — let alone a sweet little hottie like Leigh.

Leigh turned and walked away from the hotel, and Anthony didn’t follow. As she approached, he could see that she was red-faced and had misty eyes. Her expression was likewise a mixture of anger and sorrow. He assumed she was heading for her car, but when she reached the back of the lot, she stepped onto the snow-covered trail leading into the pine forest.

It didn’t seem like a particularly good decision, but he was torn. If he followed after her, he could very well come off as a creeper. On the other hand, she was obviously upset and not thinking clearly. Wandering into an unfamiliar, snowy forest in that state was a recipe for potential disaster.

He agonized over the decision for a minute or so, until she actually vanished into the trees. That was what finally encouraged him to get up and follow her. Hers were the only footprints in the inch or so of snow that had fallen the night before, making her easy to track.

Catching up was a different matter entirely. She was moving quickly along the curving path, and paying no mind to where the snow had drifted a couple of inches deeper here and there. Josh increased his pace when he realized just how Escort Esenyurt far ahead she must be.

He caught up after a bend in the trail near one of the picnic shelters to see her looking warily over her shoulder. She visibly relaxed when she recognized him.

“You okay, Leigh?” he asked.

“I’m okay, I guess,” she answered. He could see where her previously unshed tears had rolled down her cheeks as she walked.

“I was worried when I saw you walking back here alone. I’ll leave you alone if you want, but I wanted to check on you.”

“No, it’s okay. I should really go back. I wasn’t thinking about how stupid it was until I heard you behind me and didn’t know who was following me.”

“Sorry to scare you.” He noticed that one of the picnic tables beneath the shelter had avoided being covered in snow thanks to thick, overhanging pine boughs. He pointed and asked, “You want to sit down?”

“I…” She hesitated and fidgeted for a moment before continuing, “Sure.”

Josh shuffled his feet, making a path through the snow over to the shelter. They both stomped the snow off their shoes near the table, where only a dusting covered the concrete. He then climbed up to sit on the table, rather than the seat, and she did the same.

“You work on the dock with…” She trailed off, leaving the name unsaid. “It’s Josh — right?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Does Anthony talk about me? About us?”

Josh hesitated, knowing that what her boyfriend said about her probably wasn’t something she wanted to hear. “Well, we don’t really talk much.”

“But you hear him, I’m sure,” she said with a slight roll of her eyes. “Be honest. What does he say about me?”

He had no reason whatsoever to protect Anthony, and though he knew it would be hard to hear, she probably suspected the truth anyway. So he answered, “It’s mostly about sex, and complaining about anything else you want to do as smothering him.”

“He doesn’t call me his girlfriend, does he?”

“It’s mostly my bitch.”

She clenched her teeth and let out a little growl. “Has he ever talked about cheating on me?”

“Like I said, we don’t get along… But I have seen things that make me think he might.”

“That skank Jennifer?”

Rumor was that Jennifer had slept with at least a dozen men from the warehouse and a couple of supervisors — one of whom was married. Her suspicions were hardly without evidence, and he told her, “I’ve seen him talking to her a few times after work in the parking lot.”

“I knew it. I am so tired of his shit.” She then sighed, caught his gaze, and said, “Thanks for telling me the truth.”

Damn, she’s beautiful, Josh thought as her eyes softened. “You’re welcome.”

Leigh said, “I almost didn’t come today. I’m glad I did now.” She then looked around and said, “It’s really pretty out here.”

Though he much preferred to enjoy the scenery right in front of him, he took in their surroundings as well. “Yeah. No tracks in the snow, and the snow hanging on all the pine boughs. The little beams of light that sneak through and light up patches of snow. It’s nice.”

“Just far enough away that you can pretend the hotel isn’t just over there, because you can’t see it.”

“Peaceful, and quiet,” he agreed.

Leigh made eye contact with him again. She was smiling, and her deep brown eyes were alight — once again entrapping him. “I don’t know why I can’t find a nice guy — like you.”

“I’m a guy like me,” he said before his brain could catch up with his mouth. He instantly winced and looked away, knowing how ridiculous it sounded.

Leigh laughed — though it had none of the mocking tone he expected after delivering such a cheesy line. She then reached up, cupped his chin, and guided him to look at her.

“Sorry. That…” He couldn’t finish. His face felt so hot from embarrassment that he was surprised he didn’t see water pouring off the roof from the snow melting away.

She smiled and said, “It’s okay. It was kind of cute, and sweet actually.”

He nearly gasped from the sparks flying between them as they looked into each other’s eyes. The next thing he knew, she was scooting closer to him, and then leaning in. He didn’t hesitate in the slightest to return her soft, sweet kiss.

Leigh let out a quiet moan when their lips parted. They locked eyes, and simultaneously sought each other’s lips once more.

Josh’s tongue slipped over hers, and he lifted his hand to caress her face. She tousled his hair and stroked his arm. Her kisses grew steadily more passionate, and he eagerly matched her. He wondered what she was doing when she reached up between them and unzipped her coat. She didn’t leave him guessing for long, and guided his hand to her breast before reaching between his legs. She moaned into their hungry kiss when she felt his hardness.

She was still squeezing his erection through his pants when Escort Avcılar she once again redirected the hand exploring her breasts. She guided it beneath her gray and black mottled sweater, and then back to the firm mounds again. No bra impeded his access to her, and he squeezed her left breast while running a thumb over her stiff nipple.

Leigh broke from the kiss, but stayed close enough for him to continue fondling her firm, eighteen-year-old breasts. She bit her lower lip for a moment, and then began unbuttoning his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asked in disbelief.

“What do you think?” she countered as she made quick work of the button and zipper. She fished his cock out into the crisp winter air, but it wasn’t exposed long.

He turned his hand as she leaned into his lap — never losing contact with her breast — and settled the other on the back of her head. Josh groaned when she took him in her hot little mouth.

Anthony is a fucking idiot, Josh thought as she worshiped his cock with slow, deep sucks. “That feels so good, Leigh,” he encouraged her in a voice barely above a whisper.

Leigh moaned around him, adding a new layer to the incredible sensation.

After a few more sucks, she released him, blew out a long, slow breath over his saliva-slick member and said in a husky voice, “I need you.”

He began, “Do you want to go back to my—”

She cut him off by sitting up and saying, “I need you right now.” She lifted her foot and began sliding off one of her black, fur-topped boots.

Josh instinctively looked back toward the trail. They were out of sight of the hotel, but they weren’t that far away. Leigh didn’t seem to be the slightest bit concerned. She’d already pulled off one of her boots, and removed the other as soon as he turned back.

“This is crazy,” he said.

“Uh huh,” she agreed even as she began popping open the buttons of her pants.

Crazy or not, there was no turning back as she stood on the seat and began to wriggle out of her pants. A groaning sigh escaped him as the material slipped down to her thighs, revealing her shaved pussy.

“Ooo!” Leigh exclaimed when her bare bottom hit the cold wood of the table, but it didn’t deter her. She nodded over her shoulder and said, “Lay down,” while she finished removing her pants.

Josh unzipped his bulky coat, slipped his arms out of the sleeves, and reclined atop it as he drank in the sight of her — naked from the waist down — quickly rolling up her pants. She placed them atop his coat by his chest, and then reached for his pants. He lifted his ass so she could wrestle them down to his thighs. A second later, she stepped over him.

Leigh looked back over her shoulder as she squatted over his lap and quickly asked, “Is this okay?”

He nodded and then dropped his eyes back to the sight of her tight little ass.

She didn’t waste any time reaching down to stand his cock up straight and lowering her pussy to it. A moment later, the chilly kiss of the wind was replaced by her warm, velvety walls engulfing him. Leigh gasped, and he groaned.

Josh grabbed her waist when she began to ride him. Leigh undulated, letting out little moans as her pussy slid up and down his cock. Her right hand moved from his leg to in front of her, and she whimpered when she began to rub her clit.

“Oh god, yeah,” he groaned.

“S-so good,” she whimpered in response. “So big.”

Her strained tone was practically screaming bigger than that dickhead Anthony, which brought a grin to his face.

She moved a little faster, and her sounds of pleasure rose in volume to match. The dark fans of her pigtails began to sway across the white of her jacket.

“Ah fuck,” he exclaimed while shuddering from the feeling of her tight, wet pussy milking his cock.

She seemed to agree when she responded, “Uh huh. Oh yeah.” After a few more sweet gyrations, she said, “Warn me if you’re going to come.”

Josh let out a growl and said, “Okay.”

Leigh leaned forward, allowing her hips to move at an even faster pace. It also let him see his cock sliding into her pretty pink pussy. She was soaking wet, and his erection glistened in the dappled light with her juices.

Josh let his hands glide over her hips, her quivering ass, and up her waist beneath her sweater. Beneath the wool, her skin was hot, in sharp contrast to the slight chill where she wasn’t covered.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed after half a minute or so, and then began to bounce hard on his erection. Her ass clapped against his skin — the sound echoing back from the roof above and the surrounding trees. Josh dug his fingers into her hips, pulling down when she descended and bucking his hips at the bottom of the stroke. The smacks of colliding flesh grew even louder, and he could hear the wet crackle of his cock penetrating her.

Wrong as it was, having his cock buried in Anthony’s girlfriend was an incredible thrill. On top of that was the dangerous excitement of possibly being caught. It made him throb hard in her tight, slippery embrace.

“Ah! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried as her pleasure mounted.

“Yeah, ride me,” he encouraged her. “So fucking hot.”

“So full. So good. Oh, Josh…”

“Leigh, you’re so sexy.”

She looked back over her shoulder, and her ecstasy was plainly written on her face. “My pussy feel good?”

“Incredible. God, you’re beautiful.”

Leigh whimpered and a smile merged with her tightened features. She looked at him for a second or two longer before gasping and wiggling her ass with him balls deep inside her. Then her hips rose and slammed back down on him again.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned.

“Yes.”

“I want you to come.”

“Oh yes. Yes!”

He could see how fast her hand was moving between her legs, and even hear the skitch skitch sound of her fingers flashing over her folds, between the slaps of flesh on flesh.

She whimpered, “Feels so good. Gonna… Gonna make me come.”

Josh growled and gripped her hips even tighter. “Oh yeah. Come.”

“So close. Oh god!” she cried, and then went absolutely wild.

Leigh impaled herself on his hard cock with reckless abandon. Her feminine grunts of exertion were incredibly sexy, and triggered an itch in the head of his cock that was quickly swelling. The skin beneath his hands felt nearly as warm as it had beneath her sweater as the effort raised her body temperature. He likewise no longer noticed the chill of the air on his skin as his pleasure mounted.

“Yes. Do it. Do it. Come for me,” he growled while fighting off an eruption.

Leigh was beyond words. She serenaded him with increasingly — almost alarmingly, considering the situation — loud sounds of pleasure. Josh closed his eyes, as he was careening toward an orgasm as well. Not being able to see her did little to curb the urgency, however.

He was on the verge of warning her that he was going to come when he felt her jerk, and then slam down over his hips one final time. She yelped as her walls clenched around him in orgasm.

“C-coming!” she squealed a moment later.

Josh bucked his hips up into her climaxing pussy and grunted, “Yeah. Yeah. Fuck!”

Leigh twitched, jerked, and whimpered atop him as the throes took control of her. Josh clenched his teeth and stiffened. Her canal squeezing around his cock was nudging him closer to the edge by the moment. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Shit. Gonna come. Gonna come,” he warned her in clipped grunts.

Leigh lurched off his cock with a pained whimper that warbled when she was left empty. She drew in noisy breaths as she dropped forward onto her hands. Then she haltingly pushed back toward him. He could see steam curling from her hot flesh where sweat and her juices were evaporating into the cold, dry air.

His eyes snapped closed a fraction of a second later when she took his cock in her mouth.

Leigh bobbed her head in short strokes, and it didn’t take long. She croaked when his hips thrust upward of their own accord as he surrendered to orgasm.

Josh grunted and gasped, pumping cum into Leigh’s eager mouth. She sucked hard and worked her lips around his pulsing shaft, milking out every drop he had to offer. His ejaculations were so powerful that he started to feel light-headed from the intensity. He both heard and felt her long, satisfied moan when the last few dribbles oozed onto her tongue.

She kept sucking.

His head cleared in a flash as he grew sensitive. For a second, all he could do was pant through clenched teeth. Then he grunted, “Shit. Ah, god damn.”

Leigh’s next moan was a devilish chuckle. She kept her lips locked around him for a few agonizing seconds, and then finally let him slip free. His sigh of relief was premature, because she wasn’t done. She tongued the head of his cock, causing him to grip the edge of the table and thrash beneath her. Finally, she had mercy and rested her head on his leg.

“I came so hard,” she said in a languid voice.

“God, Leigh. Me too.”

She moaned, but then they both simultaneously shivered as the heat of their orgasms ebbed, letting them feel the bite of the cold air once more. Leigh was the first to move, as she was far more exposed. She sat up over her knees with her teeth chattering, and snatched up her pants. As soon as she moved to pull them on, he was quick to do the same.

Josh zipped up his coat, watching her wrestle her pants back up. She continued to shiver even after zipping up her coat, so he curled a hand around her back, and pulled her into an embrace.

A soft moan marked the change in her shiver from one of cold to something entirely different. Their eyes met. They both smiled, laughed, and moved in for a kiss.

She had a look of surprised delight on her face when their lips parted. “Anthony would never kiss me after I sucked him off.”

Josh kissed her again, proving it didn’t bother him in the slightest.

“We should probably get back, huh?” she said as they caressed each other’s faces.

He nodded. “So… Uhm… What are you going to do?”

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At the time Leah was only 24, and had only slept with three men in her young life. In a relationship with Jim for almost four years, she had recently decided to leave Jim because something was missing. While Jim was the only man who has ever been able to make her cum, sex with Jim was boring, it was making love. Leah wanted, needed the sex to be… dirty… exciting, like she thought it would be all those years before as a young teenager listening to her parents and grandparents talk about it like it was a taboo.

Leah’s first lover was a high school boy, when her parents wouldn’t allow her to date. Their sexual encounters were only when she could lie to her parents about being at a school function or when she snuck out of her parent’s house late at night, and would sneak into his bedroom. The sex was as you’d expect, brief, and bumbling, but because it was ‘on the sly’ it was exciting.

Her next lover was a letch in her freshman year of college. She knew his reputation as a womanizer, but his attention to her, often in the form of lecherous comments made her wet like never before. She convinced herself that he would be different with her and slept with him their first and only date. The sex was far from bumbling, if anything it was rough, Leah was used as a pair of tits, a mouth, a pussy. He came three times that night, twice insider her and the final spent on her face and breasts, and then he left and refused to acknowledge her existence.

When Leah met Jim, he was the instructor for one of her courses. Only ten years older than her, he was so attractive, and funny, and made her ache to be with him. In class she often fantasized about him and became embarrassed when she realized how wet he made her. She confided her feelings to two of her fellow students knowing that at least one of them would spill the beans and it would make its way back to Jim. When Jim finally heard the rumors he asked to speak to her privately after class and explained that it was his policy to not date students. She feigned understanding, and set about a plan to seduce the teacher. How dirty she felt as she strategized about how best to make this man 10 years her senior want her as much as she wanted him. What could be more wanton that this, a student fucking her older teacher.

Jim was 29, had just ended the last of a long string of relationships that left him wanting in so many ways. And Leah was beautiful, long blonde hair, large breasts, and an hour glass figure that Jim had noticed throughout the class well before he found out about Leah’s feelings for him. Jim lumped all of Leah’s coy looks and flirting into the category of a simple crush as he was used to with previous female students, but after he had been told of her feelings and desires for him Jim couldn’t help but fall for her. They met after class in the parking garage for long talks, and then would spend even more time on the phone — sometimes all night long. Jim was truly smitten, and Leah was caught up in the taboo idea of sleeping with her teacher. Their first date was a month before classes ended; she slept with him that night, throwing herself at him in a way that few men could refuse. The next three months were a whirlwind of new experiences for her, sexual awakening in so many ways — her first orgasm during sex, sex at all times of the day and night, long marathon sex, mild bondage, it was great.

Then Leah moved in with Jim, and things changed, for the worse. Jim was a loving, giving man; he would never leave her wanting for an orgasm. He was romantic too — candlelit dinners that he lovingly cooked, a gift of a porcelain figurine each month on their anniversary, gifts of jewelry for holidays, birthdays, and annual anniversaries. But lovemaking was boring, Jim was an excellent lover, but Leah wanted fucked. Leah had tried different things to liven up the sex, dressing up, role play, food, boudoir photos, public sex, porn videos, mutual shaving; Jim happily partook in them all but never instigated anything exciting on his own, Leah had to coax him into everything. Add to this Jim’s very demanding job and Leah was left wanting more and more.

Dane, Dane was a year older than Jim. No more good looking, but he had a huge reputation around the hospital as a womanizer. Dane was a male nurse working with Leah, he openly flirted with Leah — hell, he openly flirted with everyone. And Leah knew that he slept with a lot of the women too, and she wanted him. She often fucked herself with her dildos fantasizing that it was Dane fucking her. And on more than one occasion she pretended it was Dane eating her pussy and fucking her instead of Jim.

And then after three plus years of the relationship – a year after they were engaged – and a year before there planned marriage date; Leah, with the ‘help’ of her Mother had decided that Jim was actually just like Leah’s Father and that Leah shouldn’t make the same mistake she had made. Leah’s parent’s had divorced the previous year. Leah was quick to take her Mother’s side, Leah’s two brothers were split one for Father, the other the Mother. And Jim tried to stay neutral, often using his annoying Escort Beylikdüzü saying of ‘there’s two sides to every story, and the truth is always somewhere in between’. Secretly, Jim sided with Leah’s Father; Jim never understood the relationship that Leah and her mother shared. Their candid conversations regarding the parent’s sex life was a point of contention for Jim. And then the promiscuous life style that Leah’s Mother partook after the divorce, also discussed with Leah, added to Jim’s dislike for Leah’s Mother. Jim, again secretly, feared that Leah would somehow turn out like her ‘slutty’ Mother. If Jim only knew then…

In secret Leah had found an apartment close to the hospital, it wasn’t as nice as she would like but it was all she could afford for the last six months of nursing school, until she graduated. Leah’s Mother offered to help her buy furniture, and had already picked out several men for Leah to try out. But Leah had plans of her own. Her coworker’s annual Christmas party was coming up; she knew that Jim would probably not want to go since he turned it down the previous year. Leah also knew that Dane would be there, and she knew that if she could she would fuck Dane that night. In Leah’s mind her relationship with Jim was already over, there was just the formality of telling Jim and moving out.

Leah dieted and exercised for a week before the party. And was dressed in her most sexy underwear, but dressed in modest jeans and sweater. Jim of course declined the invitation to the Xmas party, just as Leah knew he would, Jim told her to have a good time and call if she needed him for something; but what Leah needed was something that Jim couldn’t give her. Leah removed her engagement ring before she walked into the party.

Dane came late to the party and Leah immediately began flirting with him, Dane of course openly flirted back, and invited her to his house to relax in the hot tub. Leah accepted the invitation without hesitation and called Jim saying that she was a little drunk and would stay the night there at the house. Dane drove her to his home which he shared with three other guys and gave Leah a pair of swim shorts and t-shirt to wear in the hot tub. Leah took off her underwear hoping that her tits and her already hard nipples would be visible through the material of the wet t-shirt.

Dane was already in the hot tub drinking a beer with several more beers waiting on the edge. Dame stood to offer a hand to Leah and Leah noticed that he was naked, seeing the thick dark mane of hair that covered the area she had so often fantasized about while fucking herself to orgasm. Leah sat down next to Dane, what Leah really wanted was to straddle him but she settled for just next to him, for now. Dane opened and handed a beer to Leah, Leah drank the liquid courage even though she hated the taste.

When she finished her long swig of beer, she noticed Dane was standing his hard cock eye level with her face. It was smaller than she had fantasized; often those fantasies were filled with thoughts of a huge menacing cock that actually hurt when he first took her. In reality, Dane’s dick was slightly shorter and much thinner than Jim’s. Dane unceremoniously thrust his hips forward making his cock almost jab Leah in the eye, and without a word between them, Leah grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth. That was all it took for Dane, he grabbed Leah by the head and face fucked her roughly, quickly emptying his load into Leah’s mouth. The mouthful of semen and sperm didn’t taste any different than Jim’s but it was a different texture, chunkier. It was over before Leah even knew it, and Leah was hoping, wishing, praying for the fuck she so desperately needed.

Dane grabbed Leah by the hand and pulled her dripping wet in more ways than one into his bedroom. Dane yanked his t-shirt and shorts from Leah’s body and then laid down in the middle of his bed. Leah stood there naked in Dane’s bedroom wet and cold and unsure of exactly what to do next. Dane told her to come over and suck his dick until he was hard again; Leah happily did as she was told. It took a little longer than she would have liked but Dane finally rose to the occasion, and then pulled her up until she straddled his cock. Dane reached down between their bodies grabbing his dick, and rubbing it up and down Leah’s wet pussy a few times and then quickly fed the full length into her depths, and without any pause began thrusting his hips and cock upward into Leah’s cunt. Dane was pinching and pulling both of Leah’s sensitive nipples at the same time, which was an extreme turn on for Leah, and started moving up and down, enjoying being used as she was, trying to match Dane’s own movements. Just as she found the rhythm Dane grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her onto her side, pulling out of her to her disappointment. Dane told her to get on her hands and knees, as he again grabbed her by the hips to help guide into the position he wanted her in. Before Leah could even settle into position Dane had half of his cock buried in her pussy, and then resumed his fucking motion in and out. Leah enjoyed Escort Bahçeşehir the newness of this position, as Jim would never do her like this for very long, but after a few minutes of this position Leah realized that it wasn’t really that enjoyable for her. Dane wasn’t hitting her g-spot, and his balls would only occasionally swing forward and hit her clit but she liked the fact that she was being fucked. Dane lasted longer this time, fucking her spoon fashion before filling her cunt with his jism.

Leah had hoped for more fucking that night but Dane slept all night long waking only a short time before he had to go into work. Leah enjoyed the sensation of waking next to someone other than Jim, and vowed that this wouldn’t be the last time Dane fucked her. After she dressed, Dane quickly introduced her to two of his roommates who were awake in the kitchen. Leah enjoyed the fact that both of these men knew that she had been fucked by Dane, it actually made her more horny standing their in front of both of them. Dane dropped her off at her car, telling her he’ll call her sometime, and left her standing there without as much as a hug.

Leah drove home, dreading the fact that she knew Jim would be their waiting for her to return. A day later Jim confronted her, having unconsciously known that something had changed with the women he loved, Leah finally admitted to the affair. Jim was enraged, hitting a wall out of frustration — Leah, having no fear of Jim knowing that he would never hurt her, actually became aroused from the idea that Jim would take her with force and fuck her like she wanted. Leah left Jim’s home for a week long visit with her Mother, with Jim’s anger filled promise to have everything of hers boxed and waiting for her to pick up.

Leah’s Christmas break visit with her Mother was mixed with emotions of loss, fear of a new life, and nights at many bars, meeting so many men. Leah declined her Mother’s suggestions to fuck all of them, silently hoping for a call from Dane, and to return to a relationship with Dane. When Leah returned to her home town, she had no where to stay other than a cheap motel her first night back. Leah’s car wouldn’t start the next morning, so without anyone to call she called Jim who understandably told her to fuck off. Luckily, the hotel manager agreed to jumpstart her car — Leah even fantasized about fucking him for the favor, getting wet just thinking about fucking the short little black man.

Leah stayed on the couch of a female co-worker for two nights and then paid extra to take possession of the apartment three weeks earlier than she had planned. During Leah’s first week back to work she ran into Dane a few times at the hospital, each time both spoke as if nothing had occurred between them, Dane continued to flirt with Leah and everyone else. And then one night out of the blue Dane called, inviting her to go out to the department’s favorite bar. Three hours passed at the bar, Leah was more than a little drunk, and had given up on anything happening when Dane finally came over and asked Leah if she wanted to leave. Leah agreed without hesitation.

It was a short drive to Dane’s house from the bar and Leah wanted Dane to know without any reservation she was his. The alcohol gave Leah the confidence to hopefully make Dane understand her wants; she sat next to him in the car, she brazenly rubbed the inside of his thigh closest to her, her hand moved teasingly higher and higher until she was rubbing his dick and balls through his scrub pants. His cock quickly hardened to her touch, and Leah began rubbing her thighs together in the hopes of stimulating her own pussy.

Once the car was parked in the driveway, Leah grabbed Dane’s face and pulled herself onto him kissing him with all of her pent up need and desire. Dane grabbed Leah by the hand and pulled her out the drivers’ side door of his car into the house, Dane pulled her passed one a roommate sprawled on the couch watching television, without a word, to the back patio and the hot tub. Dane pulled his shirt off over his head, and untied his scrub pants and told Leah to take her clothes off. Leah excitedly removed her clothes and joined Dane in the hot tub, immediately grabbing Dane’s hard cock under the water jacking him up and down. Dane pulled Leah close and roughly stuck first one and then two fingers up her well lubricated cunt. They briefly kissed before Dane pulled Leah onto his cock and began quickly thrusting upward into her. After a short while Dane lifted her off of himself, pushing Leah to the side of the hot tub bending her over and quickly mounting her from behind. Leah was glad that her ass was high out of the water in this position knowing that the water wouldn’t hinder her natural lubrication and hopefully keep her from being so sore in the morning. Leah liked this position feeling it was dirtier than missionary or woman on top, but again found this position to be less than physically enjoyable. Leah reached back for Dane hoping to pull him into her more forcefully, to add to her pleasure of being taken, and as her head turned she caught site of the roommate standing in the patio doorway watching Dane fuck her.

Leah was shocked — a stranger is watching her fuck Dane. Leah pulled away to stop and cover herself in the depth of the water, and Dane took Leah’s motion as a change of position, and thrust his cock against her mouth. Leah looked back at the roommate, Daniel; she remembered his name – who was now jacking off his rather thick but short cock while still watching her and Dane.

Leah realized how sexy it was to see two real live cocks in her presence; she and Jim had watched many pornos with two men and one woman and it always appealed to her. Leah quickly mouthed Dane’s dick and Dane grabbed her by the hair and face fucked her. Leah kept her eyes open and strained to the side to see Daniel furiously jacking off and wondered who would come first; Dane or Daniel? Dane came first, and Leah swallowed it all without difficulty. When Dane came back to reality he heard the slapping sounds Daniel was making and turned to see his roommate jacking off at the doorway. Dane quickly looked down at Leah whose eyes were squarely locked on Daniel, and with some surprise Stated “You like that he watched us don’t you? You’re more of a slut than I thought!” .

Dane pulled Leah by the arm into a standing position, fully exposing her breasts and bare pussy to Daniel’s eyes, who moaned appreciatively. Leah instinctually covered herself with her hands but then quickly relented when Dane pulled her hands away. Leah was watching Daniel masturbate, enjoying his large scrotum as it wildly swung back and forth from the force of his fisting motions. Daniel stepped forward to maintain his balance while still furiously stroking his cock, and Leah gasped thinking he was approaching her. Dane caught the subtle sign and told Daniel to come closer for a better look. Daniel tentatively stepped forward, until he was next to the hot tub, turning to face Leah. Dane took the opportunity to pull Leah backwards onto the edge of the tub and pulled her left leg up and outward to expose her shaved pussy to Daniel’s feasting eyes. Dane told Leah to hold herself open so Daniel could see her better; Leah slowly reached down between her spread legs and pulled her labia to the side showing Daniel the wet reddened inner folds of her pussy. Dane told her to then “push a finger inside, put on a good show for him.”

Leah sank her right index finger into the third knuckle and then pulled her left arm away from Dane’s grasp to circle her clit with her left index finger. She quickly switched to her right middle finger seeking the familiar point that was her g-spot, all without any direction from Dane. Leah never moved her eyes from Daniel fisting his cock, until she noticed out of the corner of her eye Dane’s hard cock, Dane had is right hand around his cock and was slowly stroking the shaft and would finish each upward stroke with rubbing his thumb across the head of his dick. She looked back and forth from Daniel to Dane focusing on just their fisting cocks again wondering who would come first. The dirty scene before her pushed her to the fastest orgasm she could ever remember having, and when she opened her eyes, Daniel was leaning forward bracing himself with one hand on the hot tub and moaning loudly that he was going to cum. And cum he did, Leah counted seven large shots of jism all falling out of her sight. Daniel quickly pulled up his shorts from mid thigh and turned and almost ran into the house.

Dane grabbed Leah by the hand and pulled her into the house, both of them naked, she had to step quickly to keep up with Dane following him into the bedroom. Dane pushed her onto her back on the bed and mounted her — Leah’s pussy was so wet from her orgasm that Dane sank into the hilt without any difficulty and the squishing sounds coming from his dick as he pounded in and out or her more proof of her arousal. She could feel her juices dripping from her cunt, down the crack of her ass onto the sheets below. She dreaded the thought that she was going to have to sleep in this large wet spot. And then a fleeting thought of Daniel, was he still watching? Leah craned her neck trying to see around Dane’s who was between her legs frantically pumping into her blocking her view of the doorway. Dane came with a grunt, shooting his cum into her already dripping pussy and fell to her side gasping for breath.

The door was wide open, but the doorway was empty, the light from the living room dimly lit the hallway. Leah laid there legs splayed open, pussy dripping a combination of her juices and Danes jism wishing that there was someone in the doorway to see the proof of her fuck. Dane quickly fell asleep, lightly snoring. And Leah instinctively reached down to her gaping pussy dipping a finger inside and pulled it to her nose to smell. She thought about tasting the finger, but hesitated, then she remembered all of the times that she would beg Jim to pull out of her pussy and put his cock in her mouth to come — remembered the taste of herself on his dick; and then quickly stuck her finger in her mouth sucking all of the combined juices from it. And then again with both hands was masturbating to the thought of someone, Daniel, Jim, anyone, standing in the doorway watching her cum. It was a good cum too; her stomach and leg muscles ached from this one. And Dane slept through it all.

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