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I couldn’t sleep. I was still angry and hurt over my break-up with a long-time girlfriend. I’d done the crying in my beer thing a couple of nights ago, which turned into a sloppy-drunk, tequila-laden binge that had ended in me worshipping the porcelain god and swearing off ever again drinking the devil-juice, never, ever, ever again.

I wasn’t quite ready to renege on that vow just yet, but I couldn’t take anymore just lying there and thinking either, and the TV was just a further annoyance. So I decided to go out and burn off some energy.

Right next to my apartment complex was a pretty high-speed gym. I was a member, mainly because they had racquetball courts, and I knew they were open 24 hours. Even at 2am there were several cars in the lot, but there were no opponents at the courts, so I wore myself out smashing the ball against the walls until I was panting and exhausted- an excellent form of therapy.

But the pent-up frustration started returning almost as soon as I got my breath back, so I turned into the free weight room and loaded up a bar on the bench press. There wasn’t anyone else in sight. I was never a body builder or a power lifter, but had lifted enough in my high school football days to know my way around a weight room.

I threw on 220 lbs- nearly 40 pounds more than my own weight, and damn near as much weight as I could ever handle back in my playing days. I lay there for several minutes, focusing the anger, and then I exploded the bar up and down, ripping off 5 reps with violent shouts of rage.

Then reality hit me as the adrenalin wore off. Suddenly the bar was unbearably heavy, and I dropped it back down onto my chest with a gasp, unable to even budge it as the strength drained out of me. I lay there, not quite gasping like a fish out of water, trying to gather the strength to fend the bar off me so I could slip out from under it. Luckily, no one was there to see my predicament- I’d have died of embarrassment if any of my buds had seen me trapped like this. I knew dropping the bar to the ground was a major faux pas in a weight room, but it was either that or lay there trapped like a rat until somebody came along to bail me out, so I started saving my strength for the try. I figured I was getting what I deserved for being such a dipstick.

Then a voice said “Hmm. Looks like you’re in a bit of trouble. Need a spot?”

I wasn’t sure how long she had been there, but she was standing behind me- I had to tilt my head back and look up to get a look at her. What struck me first about her were her shoulders- definitely not the first thing I usually notice on a woman. But hers were muscular and tanned and so damned wide! She wore a white tank top, and her arms put mine to shame, both in bulk and in muscle definition. Her hair was blonde, and her face looked almost elfin from upside down. From my position, I had to look up thru her cleavage to see her blue eyes, and I tried not Escort Esenyurt to shift my eyes to take notice: given that she was my salvation, I figured it’d be a bad move to offend her.

Her own eyes gleamed with what I thought was humor and maybe something else- its hard reading expressions from upside down!

“Yeah, I could use a spot,” I said, trying to macho thru this. “I have a few more reps to do.” I thought maybe with her spotting me I could crank out a couple more and play it off like I had finished my workout.

“OK, you have 7 more to go to make 12. I’ll spot you.” She said brightly, moving forward to spot me on the bar, her hands just inside of mine.

Busted. Seven more. She had been watching the whole time, then. The thought filled me with dread and despair: even with a spot, I was not going to be able to do 7 more reps. But on the bright side, my spotter had to lean forward to grab the bar, meaning her torso was leaning forward directly above me. Her six-pack midriff was exposed below the tank top, and she wore a cute little blue belly-button ring. Her tits weren’t huge globes, but they were well formed, and her nipples were clearly evident thru the thin material of her top. I was acutely aware that her legs were also very near to either side of my head.

“Ready?” She asked.

I nodded and pushed the bar up. To my never-ending credit, I pushed out 2 more reps before I needed her assist. But by the 10th rep, she was pretty much doing it all herself, and my arms and chest muscles were so much quivering jelly.

She set the bar back on my chest rather than returning it to its rest.

“That all you got?” She asked in a mildly taunting tone, and for the first time I was aware of the hint of a slight lilt to her voice- English, maybe Irish? I was also aware of something else for the first time- a tangy aroma that made my nostrils flare- the delectable aroma of a well-lubricated pussy. I looked up and she was staring straight down into my eyes, a wicked grin on her face.

Then her satin gym shorts blocked my vision as she stepped forward to straddle my head. The tantalizing aroma engulfed me, and I started to reach for her.

Her hands closed around mine on the bar. “No, no, no. Nothing for you until you finish your set of 12.”

Galvanized, I thrust upwards, but my muscles- already pushed to the point of fatigue- failed me before I could get the weight more than a couple of inches up.

“Hmm,” She said. “For a little kiss, I might help you lift a bit.”

She squatted slightly, and her mound pushed against my face through her shorts. My lips found hers, and I munched and prodded at them. It’s not easy eating a woman out thru her shorts, but I gave it everything I had. I felt the muscles in her legs tense powerfully, and the bar lifted from my chest.

“Push! And keep busy down there!” She urged me. Definitely Irish. Or Scottish, Escort Avcılar maybe?

It’s wasn’t at all easy concentrating on either of the tasks at hand, but I got thru the last two reps – almost entirely with her help, and she effortlessly lifted the bar onto its rest, then came around to offer me a hand up. Without it, I might not have been able to even sit up.

She held out a hand. “Call me Delilah.” She smiled warmly, but there was that glint in her eyes, like a linebacker’s at the line of scrimmage. “You have some definite talent. Like to try to earn the chance to use it some more?”

I just nodded. Despite my immediate physical exhaustion, I felt a definite stirring in Southern climes.

She pulled me to my feet and led me to the aerobics room, which was lined with mirrors and had heavy padding on the floors and walls.

“OK, it’s simple. Pin me, and you can have me.” She said, smiling that dazzling smile.

Then she reached out and grappled both my arms. She was just shy of my six feet or so, but despite all her musculature, I probably had her by twenty pounds. When we grappled, I initially felt I was stronger than her, but that notion quickly fled as my arms and chest resumed their trembling. She turned a hip and tossed me through the air like a doll.

I had played sports all my life, and knew how to fall. As I rolled and came up to my feet, she was already stepping out of her clothes, standing naked before me except her shoes and socks. I was stunned at the feral apparition before me- she belonged on a poster, or the cover of a Pulp Fiction magazine.

She waved at me imperiously, and I knew she wanted me to do the same. I shrugged and grinned and stripped my shirt off, then yanked down my shorts. She rushed me while I was tangled up with them between my feet, and had me rolled up into a knot in seconds. She knew what she was doing- I was helpless, my face grinding into the mat, my spine twisted and her legs grape-vining mine so I could get no leverage whatsoever.

She held me a few moments to show her superiority, and then let me go. Just as I was rising she rushed me again. I fell to the floor and tried to throw her over me, but my arms still felt like lead and I was still weak as a kitten, and she just ended up sitting on top of me, straddling my mid-section.

She laughed playfully as she pinned my arms over my head with one hand and gently slapped my face with the other a few times, then tickled my underarms. Growling in frustration, I writhed with all my floundering might, nearly throwing her off, when she reached behind herself and grabbed my cock. That stopped all my resistance immediately. I wasn’t quite at full tumescence, but that fixed itself in a hurry. I could feel her sweat and the hot wetness of her cunt pressing against my belly where she lay against me.

She slowly jacked my shaft up and down a few times, staring intensely into my eyes all the while with an expression like she was a conqueror and I was the fallen hero. After a moment of this, she lithely jumped off me and to her feet. “You haven’t earned anything yet.” She admonished in that cute little lilt.

But I could feel my strength beginning to sneak back into me, little by little. I began circling her slowly, buying time, my eyes locked with hers. She was grinning hugely, and I couldn’t help but return it. Besides everything else that this was- erotic, sensual, exhausting- it was also flat-out fun!

When she lunged next time, I met her upright and was able to hold her off long enough to snake my legs between hers and trip her backwards. She giggled as she fell, and I kissed her hotly as I tried to pin her arms to the mat. She returned the kiss a moment, then bench pressed me off of her with contemptuous ease. As quick as a cat she was on me again, and this time she pinned my arms down forcefully, and stuck a tit into my mouth. I suckled greedily, tasting her sweat. She switched to the other for a moment, and then bucked herself backwards to straddle my thighs, still keeping a grip on my wrists, which meant they were now reaching somewhat in front of me.

She eyed my package with calm appraisal. “Not bad.” So saying, she dipped down and took a slow, loving taste. She engulfed the whole length of it, placing me deep into her throat without a pause. Then she pulled off and positioned my cock against the lips of her cunt before lowering herself down on it.

I soon found out she had developed pretty much every muscle in her body- at one point I was wondering if she could rip me off at the root with just her pussy muscles. And when she planted her feet to either side, she could squat and stay impaled and simply rise up and down on me like she was doing some aerobic floor exercise, the muscles of her body rippling like a panther.

She sank down deep onto me and raised her torso up erect. “You like my muscles?” She panted, and flexed her pecs, making her breasts bob up and down.

I grinned up at her. “Pose for me, Delilah”

Her eyes lit up, and she went into what was obviously a polished posing routine, displaying biceps and triceps and lats like she was on a stage, all the while grinding into me as I grabbed her hips and held on for dear life. She obviously liked the appreciation she was receiving, and the sensations were intense for both of us as she worked what must have been her whole upper body routine.

Suddenly her cheeks got very flushed and her eyes glittered glassily and she threw both arms up, flexing every muscle in her body convulsively, while screaming like a banshee. I must have shut a couple of quarts of cum into her, and the walls of her pussy kept milking it for more until she collapsed on top me, her head against my chest.

As we lay there exhausted, a hidden door in the mirrored wall swung open and applause burst forth. Delilah raised her head and grinned toward the doorway. “We’ll take a bow later.” She said, rolling off me to lie flat on the mat beside me.

“Man, I needed that!” I noted gratefully to the gods above.

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We had met as people do in a big city. Chatting with her to have someone to talk to while staying out of my hotel room. She was here on business too. Coffee turned to dinner and dinner and drinks turned into being invited back to her room. And so, here we were. She was slim, middle age, time had been gentle on her olive face soft wrinkles at the corner of her hazel eyes spoke of wisdom, and lines around her mouth showed that she liked to laugh. Something I had capitalized on during the evening.

Her dark wavy hair, flowing down between her shoulders had light highlights. In the lamp-lit room, they glowed. She ran her fingers through it as we continued to talk on the couch. She leaned in and I could smell her light perfume, I returned her kiss. It was tentative at first as two new lovers explored each other’s limits, pushing and pulling the other person’s passions. Testing for where the edge of that passion lay.

Clothes came off as hands moved over each other. Discovering erogenous zones, pleasing touch, sexy strokes. Kissing, licking, and sucking in a furious need. Moans crashed on groans of ecstasy. Her, mouth and hands worked their way down my now naked body, kisses down my belly, while hands played with my balls and her thumb stroked the underside of my taut shaft. Her warm mouth followed suit and she worked my cock, in and out, twirls and swirls, sucking the head. Her wet slurps and deep gags as she took Escort Beylikdüzü the whole dick down her throat. She sucked up the string of saliva that was dripping from her lip, and at that, I exploded in a gut spasming orgasm. Cum exploding in a pearly rope from my cock, filling her mouth. She swallowed my hot seed as well as sucking more from my cock.

She pulled her mouth off and looked at me while still stroking my cock. With her other hand, she wiped the dribble from her chin and leaned back. She looked at me in expectation. I stood up and lifted her from the couch and dropped her on the bed.

Her Mediterranean lineage was on display. Dark sienna skin where the sun-kissed it, a sallow olive color in the few areas that it did not. I slid along the bed, focused on my target. I rolled her legs over my shoulders as I studied the object of my desires. The musky smell of her was heady. Warm smells of cumin and cinnamon. A light note of cotton from her panties. She was shaved, with only a dark strip of close-cropped hair on her pubic mound.

I spread her outer lips. Sticky and becoming slippery from her excitement. Dark pink lips, almost brown. Exposing her inner lips and the lighter pink of her clit gave uninhibited access for my tongue. I gently blow on the little bright pink pearl. Then trace the crease up and down each side of her darker petals. Following them down to her wet Escort Bahçeşehir hole, then back up to her clit. I swirl it with my tongue, then rub it hard with the tip. The gasp and moan this elicits encourage me. I lap at her clit, the flat of my tongue pressing her clit, swallowing her pussy juice, mixing with my hot spit. Her legs spread wider then pulled up, giving me better angles to please her. I take a moment to ease off and kiss her thighs, glancing up at her. Head back, hands rolling her nipples she moved her hips in anticipation.

I dove back in, using my fingers to stroke the outside of her pink hole and the area below it. I spike the tip of my tongue up under the hood of her clit and her hips jump and grind and her hands grasp my head. Her manicured nails clutching at my skull as she pushes my face into her grinding crotch. Her warm juice smears my cheeks. Two of my fingers slide into her hot pussy with a sucking sound. I roll my fingers stroking her front wall. The clutching and gasping moves into more frantic motions as she slams her hips trying to ride my tongue and sync with my fingers at the same time.

With a gasp and high-pitched cry, she coats my hand and face with an explosive squirt of her fluid. Both of us gasping for breath, I move off her, crawling up next to her as she panted and worked at catching her breath. She turned to look at me and wiped my face with a bit of sheet. Her half-lidded eyes working to come back into focus.

My need is again rising in my gut and her orgasmic actions and scent have once again engorged my thick cock. I roll on top of her, using my knees and hips to spread her still trembling legs wide. My cock easily slides in her tight slippery cunt. She lets out a low breath as I stretch and fill her pussy. Hot, tight and slick. I thrust slowly at first. Her legs spread wider exposing her clit to my deep thrusts and taking time to grind on her as I seat my dick deep inside of her time and again. I suck at her dark nipples, noticing freckles on her chest and neck.

I rock into her and we hit a rhythm of her lifting and moving her hips as I drove deep into her, stopping to grind my hips in conjunction with hers, then pulling out slowly. In and out, soon both she and I were driving up the hill of climax, I am desperately gripping the headboard, she is gripping my ass, pulling me in tighter and grinding herself harder on me. Her legs alternately locking around my hips and driving her heels down into the mattress to lift into me. I slam my cock as deep as I can into her, feeling my head hit her back wall. The soft walls of her cunt grip me tightly, and I curl my hips into her and hold it as she gave a throaty “God Dam, Shit” and shuddered. I explode, my cum jetting into her cunt. Filling it with more of my hot goo. Teeth gritting, I give out an animal cry. I hold the deep thrust as long as I can, her hips still slightly off the bed until our orgasms pass and we collapse to the bed. I leave my cock in her even as it softens, and her bruised box spit it out.

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I’m late and she’s mad. I know she’s mad. It’s just that the line at the first flower shop was so ungodly long that I had to go to another shop, and that one was out of roses. Well, they had a few, but they weren’t beautiful enough for her.

By the time I got to the third flower shop, it was already six-thirty and I knew she’d be waiting, but I’d be damned if I showed up without flowers. Red roses, like she carried in our wedding. I was missing her so I hurried the florist along and she glared at me. I was thinking, listen lady, I’ll have a hell of a lot more estrogen on my case if I’m any later.

It’s seven when I pull into the driveway. I see a single light on, and it’s in our bedroom. Good sign. I softly unlock the door and climb the stairs to our room. I am trying to position the roses carefully behind my back as to shelter them from any barrage I might receive from my wife if she isn’t in a forgiving mood.

I see her and my breath catches in my throat. She’s sitting on our bed, back to me, her hands in her hair, pinning it loosely on top of her head. She doesn’t turn around. Locks of dark hair tumble down her shoulders and wisps fall down the back of her neck. Her muscles are tight as she moves her long fingers through the softness of her hair.

I drop the roses onto the bed and take my coat off, never taking my eyes off her. Her back is sculpted and smooth and I follow it down to the beginning of the roundness of her ass. I can see the curves of her breasts emerging as she moves her arms and my knees feel weak.

I’m at a loss, and it’s not unusual. Sometimes she stuns me and completely amazes me. I pluck a rose from the bouquet and drop it next to her. She doesn’t move. I drop another rose on the other side of her, and another behind her, and another, and another, until she is surrounded by a dozen red roses. They’re all reaching for her and worshipping her and she loves it but she won’t forgive me and I don’t know what to do.

I see that she has placed candles all over the room; she’s put our favorite toys and foods within easy reach but I don’t want it now, and I know she doesn’t either. I need her, raw and uninterrupted. The need for her is constricting me and choking me and I grasp the last rose so hard that I break the stem.

Shaking, I kneel behind her, crushing roses and needing her. I softly touch her lower back with the softness of the rose petals, fully expecting her to pull away, and overwhelmingly aroused when she doesn’t. I sit back on my heels and loosen my pants to relieve some of the tightness building up around my cock.

She hasn’t lowered her arms yet, and I’m dying to touch my lips porno to the softness on her sides, where her breasts are being pulled upward and held majestically in place. I know she prefers it slow, especially now, but I want to take her…

I run the rose further up her spine and feel her shudder. It’s touching her just how I know that she needs to be touched. Our life has been busy lately, I think. We haven’t had the time together that we’ve wanted. She misses me, and God, do I miss her…

The petals kiss her neck and she’s lowering her arms, putting them behind her to support herself, and she’s opening up, blossoming and I feel her. I want to look into her eyes but she won’t have it; for once in a very long time, I am feeling her soul and I’m being absorbed into the crushed pain that she’s held there for so long… so many times, she’s told me… I adore you … and I suddenly know her adoration as she leans into me, naked and vulnerable and hurt by me, because I am suddenly defining adoration. I’m defining it by her; she’s my adoration.

She’s falling into me and I let her fall. Her loveliness is enveloped by the passionate flowers and I feel that I did something right. Her hair has tumbled loose and it’s spread out across the bed and onto my legs like a cascading sunset. Her lips are slightly open and I see that her lipstick is smudged a little. Her eyes are puffy but she won’t open them; her arms are resting across her breasts and stomach, and she is unreal.

I shift and let her lie uninhibited there as I watch her. We are in a movie, somehow, because I can hear the soundtrack of our lives echoing around us like the voices of a million angels. I can’t breathe as I take in the roundness, the readyness of her breasts, the subtle bulge of her stomach, the glistening of her navel ring in the moonlight. Her legs are apart but I can’t bring myself to look for fear that I will explode in desire.

Cautiously, I lower myself to within inches of her and breathe on her neck. Tiny goosebumps appear on her skin and her nipples harden into tiny rocks adorning the lushness of her breasts. I breathe down her shoulder and arm and take her hand in mine. I’m scared that she’ll pull away, but I can’t wait any longer, and I touch my lips to the smooth skin of her palm. The goosebumps reappear.

I am in a place of amazing peace. She’s here with me, the queen waiting to bloom in a sea of red roses, spread out for me to absorb and take. Now, leaning over her chest, I see that it’s rising and falling gently with the air that I am breathing on her. I can’t help it and I take a nipple into my mouth, tasting it, the warm heat of my tongue melting it into porno izle this beautiful glory.

Something escapes from her lips and I move away, thinking it’s a protest. But her eyes are closed as if in a dream, and her arm has fallen from her breast onto her hip, and her hand is resting between her legs. Her fingers, nestled deep inside herself, emerge glistening.

Her head is back and, in one motion, my pants are around my knees and my fist is wrapped around my throbbing, swollen cock. I begin to slowly move my hips to the rhythm of her breath and the pounding of my own heart. With my other hand, I trace a line down her cheek, softly grasp her breast, explore her all the way down until I meet her hand. She is pleasing herself, I can tell, and I don’t want to stop her. I just rest there and watch her slowly touch the divinity until I can stand it no more.

She opens her eyes for the first time and we drink each other. Wordlessly, I stand up and, still grasping my aching cock in one hand, I pull my clothes off until I am naked before her. She is watching me with the expression one might have upon coming across a rare and unimaginable discovery, and I feel as beautiful as she is. I go back to her and wait for her to allow me in.

This isn’t sex, she’s telling me with her eyes, pleading with me to understand, this is us, it’s me and you… and I know and I agree with her. She’s letting me in, reaching for me, pulling me to her lips, and I love her.

Her tongue is running slowly across my lips and I shudder. Our kiss grows and grows until I am consumed by her. I lie her down and look into her eyes, knowing her. I am obsessed with the look in her eyes right before I take her. It’s patient and needy and vulnerable and lustful. I kiss her neck and her back arches into me, her toes creeping up the back of my thigh until her leg is wrapped around my waist.

All barriers are down now, and my hand is tangled in her hair, my other hand still slowly pumping my cock, and we lose ourselves to each other. I greedily devour a nipple and she suppresses a moan. I am growing impatient with the roughness of my own hand and lust for her warmth wrapped around me like a glove. She senses it and pulls my hand away and, sliding down, crushing roses, she kisses my thighs. I roll onto my back and let her please me. She’s loving me with her little kisses, with her eyelashes, breathing on me and teasing me. I have never been so aroused, and my hips roll into her face.

She adores me but won’t touch me and I push closer, wanting her to taste me as I’ve tasted her all day in my fantasies. She just breathes on me and I feel her smiling. I can’t sex izle stand it anymore and I reach down and begin pumping myself furiously, arching my back. She pulls away, frowning, but I push her head back down between my legs.

Her mouth is open in a gasp and I roll my hips back into her face, pushing one of my balls into her open mouth. She doesn’t want to, but I guide her by her hair until the swollen head of my cock is between her lips. I want her to take me deeper… I’m making her mad again, and she grabs both of my hands and pulls away, glaring at me.

In one swift move, she is on her back, arms extended above her head, both hands held in one of mine, and I am kissing her all over. She closes her eyes, less from pleasure than anger. But her juices are dripping all over my knees, and I am dangerously close.

I position myself over her and kiss her lips, pressed shut. I keep my lips there until she lets me in again, and she finally opens her lips slightly. It’s all I need, and I bury my face in her neck.

Her legs wrap around me once more and I am moving toward her, hungry for her, tasting her already. I’m twitching between my legs, and we connect.

The second my swollen head finds her moisture, I gasp and loosen my grip on her hands. They slide down and hold me, touching me everywhere at once like only she knows how. She guides me gently, sensing my excitement, not wanting to interrupt our journey.

I slide into her, slowly, just a little. She gasps and wants it all, as usual. I thrust again, getting just a little more of my length into her warmth. She is wanting it, grabbing me and pulling me, and I can’t fight her.

I slam myself into her, my thickness kissing all of her walls and my fullness filling her too. She’s pulling me from all directions, pulling me into her with her legs and hands and arching her back into me. I grasp her breasts and squeeze them, sucking hard on her neck as I thrust in and out of her.

It’s all in and I didn’t know she was so deep. Her legs are shaking and my heart is threatening to stop beating but I need her… just once more… just once more…

It’s there and I explode into her, onto her, screaming, and she carries me through, tightening up around me as hard as she can, shuddering as well, burying her face behind her in the pillow as she arches and gasps. She is crying and saying my name, again and again, but I can’t stop. I fill her more and more, and I am flowing out of her, between her legs and onto myself, and there is white light and she is there, close to me, trusting me not to let her down…

It’s quiet. I open my eyes and I feel like I have been here for a million years or maybe just a few seconds. She’s curled into me, and she smells like me. She is all over me, breathing quiet, but I know she’s not asleep.

She forgave me, and she is surrounded still by roses.

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My hips swung to the music as the crowd urged me on. I’d never had any dance training, but I let my body take control as I grasped the pole and slowly circled it. My heels clicked against the stage, and I could hear them whistling.

“C’mon baby, take it off!”

It was the weekly amateur night at Jake’s Girls, and I’d been dancing for a month. I wish I could say that it was about the money, but it wasn’t, although the cash was nice.

What I really wanted was to lose just a little control to take the edge off things.

It all started a month ago when I’d turned twenty-one. My boyfriend of six months had just transferred schools, and we were pretending that it was working, but I desperately missed the touch of a man. When I’d first met Travis, he was a student at the local community college, but now he was three states away.

We’d Skype and sext and try to get each other off over the phone. It was hot at first, but lately, the only way I could get off with him was if I’d kept my fingers and my toys off my pussy all week. The worst part was that I knew he was probably enjoying all the pussy that he wanted at school. Trevor was insanely hot, and he’d cheated on his last girl for me.

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

I don’t even know why I stuck it out. The sex was good when we were together, but he wasn’t much of a conversationalist, and I certainly wasn’t in love. We’d say it, but we both knew they were empty words. He never sent me flowers to be sweet, and I didn’t even listen half the time when he vented over the phone.

I don’t know why he’d stuck it out ether except to make sure that I would still suck his cock when he was on break.

When he didn’t even call on my birthday, my best friend Kelly took me out. We’d been attached at the hip since first grade. Kylie and Kelly. Both tall, leggy, blonde, and blue-eyed, we could have passed for sisters. She knew that I was frustrated, and she told me just how I could relieve my frustrations.

Jake’s Girl’s was an hour drive away. With plenty of other strip clubs in the city, this ensured that no one would ever know how I spent my Wednesday nights. I’d paled and balked when I realized what she wanted me to do, but after a few shots of tequila, I was on the stage and rubbing my wet pussy on the pole. And when Kelly joined me, the audience threw their money at us.

I wasn’t gay. I’d watch a few lesbian pornos to get off simply because most porn was nothing but cock in pussy, but lesbian porn was about seduction and licking and orgasms. I’d never even had a lustful thought about Kelly before that moment, but when she ran her hands over my naked body and teased the audience by pulling on my thong, I couldn’t help but wish she’d slide a finger inside me.

By the time the night was over, I was addicted. There was a euphoric high knowing that all those men were having fantasies about me, and my orgasms when I got home were amazing. I pictured a complete stranger climbing up on the stage and shoving the small fabric of my panties aside to sink deeply inside me. I pictured laying on my back while Kelly worked me over with her tongue.

I pictured two men double penetrating me.

“You’re a natural,” Kelly had said with a smile. “Did it make you feel better? Every single one of those guys is going to go home and fuck their wives wishing that it was you.”

I’d confessed that I was so wet I could have come with just a flick of my thumb. She’d just laughed and told me there was so much more to sex that I needed to explore. After writing down the name of a website, she’d given me a hug and whispered not to let Travis hold me back.

I haven’t dumped him. There was almost no need. He wasn’t faithful, so I didn’t care if I let some stranger slide a twenty over my aching pussy. In between those wonderful Wednesdays, I had Travis’s sexting to keep me going.

He’d often try to start something while I was at work. I had the grades to get into college, but it didn’t appeal to me. I held on to a few dead end jobs until my father found me data entry work for N. B. Turner. It was a large accounting firm in the city, and it paid me well. Best of all, I got to work directly under Mr. Turner. The thirty-five year old man was one of the youngest and wealthiest entrepreneurs in the city.

He was also one of the hottest. I can’t lie when I say that half the reason I let Travis get me all worked up when I’m supposed to be inputting numbers into the computer is because I like to imagine that it’s Mr. Turner bending me over a desk and sliding his cock in me.

When Travis blew his load, he’d hang up and often leave me aching, so I’d check out the site that Kelly had sent me.

Fucking erotica.

It took be by surprise when I perused the stories. There were things that I’d never even thought of before that suddenly were all I could think about. I started having fantasies about people in my life that I had no business picturing naked with their mouth on my pussy. It got me so riled that I’d Escort Beylikdüzü often had to excuse myself to the bathroom and quickly rub one out.

No one seemed to be aware of it, and I always made sure I did my job.

And on night’s like tonight, I let it all go.

Kelly usually joined me, but tonight she had to cancel because of a hot date. I didn’t mind. It was nice to have the spotlight to myself.

The crowd didn’t mind either.

I couldn’t help but moan as I tried to grind my clit to the pole. “Fuck, baby, come a little closer,” one man asked.

Unable to resist, I crawled to the edge of the stage and pushed myself on my knees. They weren’t allowed to touch me directly, but that didn’t mean they didn’t get creative about it. Holding up the fifty, the man leered at me. “You wanna work for it?”

Eagerly, I nodded. He pressed the bill to my throat and slowly slid it down my body. I’d never stripped down past a bikini-like top and a thong, but my nipples were more than erect, and I couldn’t help by moan when he used his fingers to pinch dirty old Benjamin Franklin around them.

“You like that baby?” he muttered.

I watched as his hand pressed against the cock that strained under his zipper. “You can do better than that,” I whispered as I planted my ass at the edge of the stage with my knees up in the air. The fifty slid down my abdomen and over my panties where he rubbed it for a few seconds. Pleasure coursed through my body, and when he slid the bill under my panties, it scraped against my clitoris, and I arched my back and cried out.

Fuck. I was so close to an orgasm, but the bouncer here was vigilant. The stranger was already toeing the line.

“Aw, sweet baby,” he growled. “Please give me your number. Or hell, just meet me in the parking lot. I’ll fuck you in the back seat. I’ll plow you on the hood of the car since you seemed to like an audience.”

God, yes. I wanted so badly to do just that but still wasn’t brave enough. Still, I wanted to tease him a little bit more. “Are you married baby?” I said as flipped to my hands and knees and let my heavy breasts swing in front of him.

“Does it matter?”

Smiling, I stuck a finger inside my cunt and slowly withdrew it. “I just wanted to give you something to think about when you’re fucking her tonight.” I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked on it before slowly pulling it out.

From the look on his face, I thought he was going to jump on the stage and fuck me right then and there.

I almost wanted it.

“All right, all right,” the DJ on the PA system announced. “Let’s give it up for the young and tight Cookie. I know what I’ll be dreaming about tonight.”

That was my cue that my time was up. I blew him a kiss before I grabbed my dress and money from the stage and exited out the side.

Jake, the owner, was waiting for me in the hall. I’d expected all strip club owners to be skeezy fat old men, but Jake was the complete opposite. Respectful, athletic, and probably in his forties, he treated all the girls with respect, and the rumors were that he wouldn’t actually touch any of them. “Cookie,” he said with a smile. “You are such a natural, but you’re really pushing the limits out there.”

“I’m sorry,” I said as my cheeks reddened. “I get a little carried away.”

“Listen, I would never ask my amateurs to do this, but the guy is offering five hundred dollars. I’m not sure if you need the money or not, but he wants a private lap dance. He’s been in here a few times this month, and he’s never caused any trouble. I know how…um…carried away you get, and I thought you might like the opportunity to give it a try. If you’re not comfortable with it, you can say no.”

Without even realizing it, I trailed a finger over the neckline of my top. He watched the movement and raised an eyebrow. “I take it you’re interested?” he said with a wry smile.

“Maybe,” I said breathlessly. “What are the rules?”

“Well, the rule is no touching. They’re to keep their hands to themselves at all times, and everyone is reminded of that before they go in, but the room’s are private. There’s a bouncer posted near the door, and if you yell for help, the guy is kicked out and banned from the club.”

I knew what he was saying between the lines. No one was in there to enforce the rule. If I felt so inclined, I could let a complete stranger run his hands all over me.

His tongue.

A shiver ran up my spine. “How long?” I whispered.

“Usually it’s fifteen minutes, but it only costs fifty dollars. For five hundred, he could have over two hours. However, I’ve told him that if you don’t want to do more than fifteen minutes, you could leave. He agreed.”

Two hours!

“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll give it a try.”

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he said with an encouraging smile. “Some guys even like that. Go ahead and put your dress back on. Stripping is part of the show.”

I slipped the red cotton dress over Escort Bahçeşehir my head. It was a new addition to my closet. Something that was sexy and easily removed. My pussy throbbed as Jake walked me down the hall and stopped at the door.

“This is Paul. He’s going to be looking out for you. The doors don’t have any locks on them. All the furniture is bolted to the ground, and the client has been searched so there is nothing to jam the door from the inside and no chance that he has any weapons. If you want to add some sound effects to your show, Paul knows the difference between pleasure and panic, so you don’t have to worry about him busting in.”

“You’re very thorough,” I murmured.

“I have to be. Emotions can get a little out of hand in this business. Have fun, Cookie.”

He left me alone in the hall, and I nodded at Paul. He was big, big man, and that made me feel better. “Hi,” I said nervously. “I just go on in?”

“Whenever you’re ready.” His voice was deep and soothing. “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The lights inside the room were dim, but I could see the outline of a booth that ran all the way around the room and a ledge above it. I guess the rooms are also designed for larger parties.

The door shut behind me, and I blinked to adjust my eyes.

“Hello, Kylie.”

The familiar voice shook me to the core, and I gasped. “Mr. Turner?”

“I’ve been watching you for a couple nights now. You’re quite good at what you do, and you seem to enjoy it.”

I stood frozen by the door as my heart pounded. My boss watched me strip. Only bad things could come of this.

“Come a little closer, Kylie. I want to see Cookie dance.”

My legs were heavy as I walked across the room. He lounged on the booth with his legs open and his arms spread against the back of the book. He looked perfectly relaxed and pussy dripping sexy. With dark hair that curled at the nape of his neck, flashing green eyes, and stubble that I hadn’t seen before, I desperately wanted to do anything that he asked of me.

“Mr. Turner, is my job in jeopardy?”

“Of course not,” he said with a smile. “I’m not that kind of man. I was going to have you call me Nick if it made it easier, but I quite like how Mr. Turner sounds on your lips. Closer, Kylie.”

Hesitantly, I moved until I was a hair breath away of being between his legs. “Very good,” he whispered. “Take the dress off. Slowly. One strap at a time. Like you do for all those other men while you’re on stage.”

My fingers trembled as I slipped one strap off and let it fall to my elbow. Swallowing hard, I slipped the other off, and it pooled at my feet. My stage outfit was completely black. A bra-like top that pushed my C-cup breasts together for a deep cleavage and panties that actually covered all of my pussy and ass but tied at the sides. Sometimes I wore a thong, but sometimes I likes to pull at the strings of panties like this to really tease the audience.

“Turn around. Slowly,” he commanded. My body couldn’t even begin to deny him as I slowly turned for him. When my back was to him, I felt his hands grasp my hips and pull me back. I almost fell on top of his, but he kept me upright until I no longer teetered on my black stilettos.

“You’re not supposed to touch,” I whispered, but I loved the way his hands felt on my body.

“I’d tell you that for five hundred dollars, I could shove my cock in your mouth and you wouldn’t be able to do a goddamn thing about it, but that’s not why you’re going to let me touch whatever I want.”

His voice was dark and intense, and I shivered. I wanted to turn around and see the expression on his face. “It’s not?”

“No.” He ran a finger up and down my spine. Slowly stroking its entire length from the back of my neck all the way down until he dipped his fingers just under the waistband of my panties. Once. Twice. On the third round, he suddenly undid the snap of my top, and the straps fell down my arms. Gasping, I immediately pressed my elbows to my body to keep the top from falling off.

“Don’t do that,” he hissed. “When I want to see your tits, you’re never going to deny me. When I want to see your pussy, you’re going to immediately strip and widen your legs. Always.”

Biting my bottom lip, I relaxed my arms and let the top slide down. “You mean just for tonight, right?” I asked, confused.

“Turn around,” he muttered as his hands left my body. “Give me the lap dance I’m paying good money for.”

I’d given Travis a lap dance before. It was his birthday, and he said he wanted me to pretend to be a stripper. It was awkward at first, but he’d moved my hips and told me exactly what he liked.

It didn’t feel awkward with Mr. Turner. I obeyed his command, and watched as his eyes immediately dropped to my breasts. Praying that he would touch them, I slowly put one knee on the booth and then the other until I was straddling him.

“Fuck, Kylie,” he hissed. “You get right to the good stuff, don’t you baby.”

Bracing myself against the back of the booth I began to sway my hips. I was too nervous to ground my pussy against him just yet, but he seemed content to let me move at my own pace. “Do you know why I’m here, Kylie?”

“To watch the girls,” I whispered as I circled my hips. My own panties were working against me. They slid across my cunt and made me even more wet.

“Just to watch you.”

My eyes widened in surprise and my body stilled. “How did you know that I was here?”

“I didn’t tell you that you could stop,” he growled. Grabbing my hips, he yanked me against him. My pussy ground against his hard cock, and I cried out in pleasure. Ah, fuck. I almost came right then and there.

“Slowly. Move yourself back and forth. God damn, Kylie, you’re right on the edge, aren’t you? That asshole with the fifty really turned you on? Was is the money? Or was it that he could have slid his fingers inside your pussy? Did he? Did he touch you under your panties?”

“No,” I whimpered as I tried to keep from losing control. Slowly, he forced my hips to rock against him. Forward and back. Forward and back. He stayed practically motionless under me, and I was in awe of his control. I knew he wanted me. His cock was hard as steel.

“There’s a camera in the ceiling over your cubicles. It’s well hidden. I don’t even usually check it unless supplies start to go missing. Remember when the external hard drive was stolen? I checked the camera to see what I could find. Imagine my surprise when I saw you with her hand down her skirt.”

“Oh God.” Embarrassed, I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Look at me,” he muttered. “Look at me while you slide over my cock. It’s a perfect cubicle for you, isn’t it? In the corner, right by the wall. No one walks past unless they want to see you. You were always on your phone. Who were you talking to?”

Licking my lips, I tried to maintain eye-contact. “My boyfriend. Travis.”

His hips jutted suddenly, and I had to dig my hands into the leather to keep from coming. “Your boyfriend let’s you grind your pussy in some stranger’s face?” he hissed.

“He doesn’t know,” I cried out. “He doesn’t even live in the fucking state. Please, Mr. Turner, what do you want? I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not. Not until I let you. And if you do, I’ll accidentally send out an email with a screen shot of little miss Kylie Jacobs, fucking herself in the office.

Terror struck me, and I squeezed my muscles together to stave off my orgasm. “What do you want from me?” I begged. “Please.”

“You’re going to do absolutely everything I fucking tell you,” he hissed.

He lifted me suddenly. I almost wept when his cock wasn’t on my pussy, but the only way I could keep from falling was to stand on the booth over him.

Yanking at the ties of my panties, they fell away, and he straightened. Fuck. His face was right at my pussy. If he licked me, there was no way I could keep from coming.

“God, it’s so perfect, isn’t it?” he murmured. “How many men have you had in this pussy?”

“Just one,” I whispered.

“That boyfriend of yours?” he snarled. “And how long have you been fucking him?”

His breath was hot against my skin, and I trembled. “Six…six months,” I moaned. The torture was complete agony.

Lifting his head, he stared at me with surprise on his face. “You lost your virginity six months ago? With this little body, I was have assumed that half your high school had fucked you. Surely a neighbor or two. Maybe one of your Daddy’s friends?”

“Daddy’s very strict,” I muttered finally. “No boys. Ever. Even my mother thought he was too overbearing.”

“Good girl,” he said finally. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Nodding, I couldn’t help but push my pussy forward just a little bit. “I am a good girl,” I moaned. Good girls got rewarded, right?

“So tempting.” Nick leaned over and blew gently on my clit. I shuddered. “I bet you taste so sweet. Fuck, I think I could eat you all night.”

Then just fucking do it already! My inner voice was screaming at him, but instead of indulging, he simply leaned back and smiled at me.

“Sit on my lap like a good girl.”

Obediently, I bent down until I was on my knees again, but he shook his head. “Turn around.”

Disappointed, I could help rocking on his cock one last time.

“Ah, fuck,” he hissed. “Turn the fuck around. Now. Or you’re not going to like what happens next.”

“Why?” I whispered. “What would happen next?”

“I might just walk out of here and never touch you again.”

It shouldn’t have been a threat, but it was. Slowly, I eased off him and turned. I must not have been moving fast enough because he grabbed my hips and pulled me roughly in his lap.

“Spread your legs,” he muttered. “I want to see how flexible you are.”

I was very flexible. My legs almost eagerly separated until my ankles rested on the booth on either side of us. He grunted in appreciation. “That’s very good, Kylie. I like that.”

“Thank you, Mr. Turner.”

He moaned and gently rocked his cock against my ass. “Lean against my baby girl. We need to talk.”

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In part 1, Rick and Carol met for drinks. They were good friends in high school… but a little get together became something more. Part 2 led to more heat, and some surprising feelings for Rick. Does Carol feel something more as well, or are they just messing around and having great sex? It’s late… but there’s plenty of time left in the night…

Chapter 03: Hotels & BJs

I knew we were almost there when we turned off the highway again. Carol looked at me, “So… are you gonna cum in my mouth if I give you a blow job again?”

As I’d been thinking about the sex again, my dick had gotten hard. Now, it got even more excited. “Yes.” I felt like that’s all I needed to say.

“Good, because that’s what I want.” Good. That’s what she’d said to me. She wanted me to cum in her mouth. We’d just had truly incredible sex and now she wanted me to cum in her mouth. I tried to think if a girl I’d been with had ever told me that before. I didn’t have a ton of experience, but now that I thought of it, one girlfriend had said she really liked giving me blowjobs, and liked it when I came in her mouth. But… we had been dating for a long time. This thing with Carol, it was all happening so fast. And yet, we’d known each other forever. I tried not to overreact as erotic thoughts flooded my brain.

I imagined being in her hotel room, on her bed, my dick in her mouth. I was cumming hard and she was taking all my sperm and swallowing it. In my mind she was enjoying it as the hot sperm coated her mouth and filled it up, forcing her to swallow quickly as she took another shot, and another, and another.

Was that what she was saying? That she’d felt me spasm inside her and she wanted to feel that in her mouth, take it, swallow it? Or was she just saying she wanted to make me feel good? Am I thinking about this too much? She’d been very open with me so far about what she wanted, what she felt. She’d probably let me know. I needed to stop thinking too hard. Or too much.

We pulled into the parking lot of her hotel, a seemingly high end Holiday Inn. We got out of the car and she led the way to her room. I couldn’t help watching her every step. Now that I knew what was going on beneath those clothes, my eyes were glued to her ass. Carol walked up the stairs, I followed, but all I saw was her butt crammed into those tight pants. I bit my lip as her butt swayed from side to side and all my mind saw was her naked body, writhing beneath me….

Before I knew it we were at her door. She had to get my attention by coughing. Carol had definitely caught me staring. I made a point of slowly moving my eyes from her butt, up her body, pausing at her chest and then meeting her eyes. “Shall we?” she said.

“Of course!” I laughed as she opened the door with her key card. Feeling emboldened and horny I gave her a little, light spank on the rear as she entered the room. Her room was big, clearly she had splurged on her trip. It had a full living room type area, a small kitchen, and a huge bed. It may have been the biggest hotel room I had ever been in. “Wow, nice room.”

“For real. My mom booked the place and paid for it, she wanted me to have someplace comfortable to stay for my trip home. Said she wanted me to be able to entertain some guests, although… I don’t think this is what she had in mind.”

“No? You don’t think mom wanted you to fuck your best friend in the parking lot of your old high school and then bring him here?”

“Is that what we did? HMMMM?? Did we fuck?”

I put my arms around Carol and kissed her. “What else would you call it?”

Carol didn’t say anything, just kissed me again. She pulled away from our embrace and turned on the television, then sat down on the coach. I guess she was right, there were a lot of things we could call it, but… best not to think too much about that right now.

I shrugged as she relaxed on the cushions and watched the television. She seemed to have an idea as she stood up and went into the kitchen. Carol removed two beers, handed me one, and then sat back down. I tasted mine, a Blue Moon, and set it down. I decided to make myself comfortable. I took off my shirt, pants, and socks and sat down next to Carol on the couch in just my red boxer briefs. Like it was totally normal, like we had been together a thousand times. Carol laughed, looked my underwear, patted my crotch and then turned back to the TV.

“Decided to make yourself at home, huh?” Carol said. I pretended to be bored, I grabbed my phone out of my pants pocket and began checking my twitter feed. Scrolling through it like I didn’t have anything special going on.

“Are you going to tweet about us having sex?” Carol laughed. I playfully acted like I was considering it. “Well… now that you mention it…”

I feigned typing a message into the phone, Carol grabbed it and placed it on the little nightstand next to the couch. She kissed me… and she kept on kissing me…

Carol couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d always thought Rick was cute in high school, and a really bayrampaşa escort great guy, great person. One of the best people she knew back then. But this…. this had been totally unexpected. Or… was it? Why had she asked him for drinks without anyone else anyway? They’d hung out by themselves before, but she was only going to be home for a few days and didn’t have much time to spend with everyone around here. So why had it been so important to have dinner with just Rick? Just the two of them? As she kissed him, and felt her tongue move into his mouth, she now knew that part of her had wanted something to happen. A little spot of her imagination had run a little wild. But even her wild side had only imagined maybe some making out. Not this. Not frantic, intense sex in the car. Not a blow job in her hotel room.

Now that they were in a well lit area, she could appreciate how great Rick’s body was. He wasn’t super muscular, not like a bodybuilder, but he had definitely packed on some muscle since high school. He was lean, his pecks and his biceps stuck out nicely from his frame. She could see his abs plainly, he’d clearly done some dieting so they’d show. She touched them with her hands, feeling the ridges as the led down to the elastic of his waistband…

Carol thought about how hard she’d came when he’d been behind her, on top of her. It’d been incredible. No doubt about that. She’d have begged him to keep going if he asked her to. She broke off the kiss, she could tell how hot he was getting and she wanted to tease him a little more. She turned back to the TV.

After a few minutes of silence Carol asked, “Whatever happened to you and Danielle?” Rick turned to look at her. Almost as soon as she said it, she regretted it. Now she was terrified that she had ruined the mood, ruined everything. Danielle had been one of their mutual friends during high school. When they were seniors, Rick dated her, and it continued after graduation but they had broken up at some point. Carol had been curious… but now had not been the right time to ask.

She sighed as Rick laughed a little. “Nothing special, we just broke up.” Carol stayed quiet. She didn’t want to say something that would alter the way either one of them was feeling. Rick chose to continue anyway. “It got to a point when we were in college when… OK, this might make me sound like a real jerk, but its the truth. I wanted to have sex. She didn’t. Which is fine, not the end of the world. But it made things really difficult for me. I couldn’t think about anything else. I realized that if we continued, I’d would end up cheating on her. So I told her how I felt and we broke up.”

“Why was it so difficult?”

“Well, raging hormones for one,” Rick explained. “I mean, we would be making out and I would be sooo… ready, and then she’d want to stop making out and go our separate ways for the night, and it was driving me nuts. I would leave her place shaking, everything had been all systems go and then just shut down. I just couldn’t deal with it. I would literally shake, from the adrenaline rush, like I had just run away from a fight or something.”

“Wow. That does sound hard. So…. I’m the only girl from our high school who’s gotten to see your uh… ginormous penis?” Carol said smiling. Rick raised his eyebrows, “My what?”

“C’mon, it’s pretty freaking big. Long…” Carol licked her lips. “And thick too.” Carol giggled a little.

“Well… yea, I guess you are,” Rick said smiling. Carol smiled and said, “Something tells me if Danielle had seen it, or um… felt it, she wouldn’t have been able to say no. I’m sure she noticed it tenting your pants all the time.”

Rick shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe she just didn’t want me, ya know? I mean, you knew me back then better than she did and you didn’t want me…”

“I think part of me wanted you…. and I sure want you now,” Carol put her hand on his crotch. She thought about the blow job she wanted to give him. She’d enjoyed the time she’d spent with his dick in her mouth earlier. That had been before he’d cum inside her so hard. He’d been wearing a condom, but she’d felt the intensity of his thrusts, felt how very strong they’d gotten when he came. She’d felt his dick expand as he shot his loads into the condom. She wanted to feel that in her mouth.

A new confidence consumed her. She realized she wanted to do this for him now in the worst way. She’d given a couple blow jobs to guys before that she had dated, and one random guy at a party. But she always did it because it just kinda felt like she was supposed to. Here, now, with Rick, she wanted to. She wanted to please him more than anything. She had never bothered to check him out before, years ago when they were friends. Intimately check him out anyway. Of course she had perused his body in the type of way everyone does, even with friends. But she had never studied him to try and check out his dick. She had actually avoided it in many ways, feeling like it would be improper to try and stare at him and make an attempt esenler escort to figure out how big he was. She could have, she was sure if she had tried back then she would have caught him with a boner. Like when they’d danced at prom or hugged. He looked huge now, trapped in his underwear. She wondered if he was just looking large because he was already hard. Her fingers curved into the top waistband of his red underwear and pulled out and down. Carol nearly gasped as his halfway flaccid cock came into view. It was immense. The biggest soft cock she had ever seen. She’d gotten to feel plenty in the car, but under the bright lights she could see how big and… frankly beautiful it was.

Carol looked up into Rick’s face one more time before she started. His face was etched with desire and interest in her next move. She found herself wanting to please him more than any man she had been with before. After all, he’d given her two fantastic orgasms. She was one behind. It didn’t hurt either that his cock looked downright delicious and she couldn’t wait to taste him. Now that it was free from the confines of his underwear, it grew freely.

Carol looked up into Rick’s eyes, licking her lips. Wetting them, making him think about what she was going to do next with her tongue and those newly moistened lips. He was hungrily looking down at her. She could read the intense desire in his face. Her finger rubbed over his little slit in the head and felt a wetness from his secretions of pre-cum. She smeared the sticky lubricant over the head of his cock, Carol licked her fingers and rubbed the head more. The big cock seemed to expand even more as it grew stiff as wood.

Carol kept her eyes open as her head descended. She kissed the large head, getting a small taste of pre-cum and a thankful noise from Rick. Carol considered the idea that since he had cum once not too long ago, it might take awhile for him to cum again. That was plenty fine with her. She loved the feel of this dick in her mouth. Carol kissed the head, giving it little pecks with her lips, then opened her mouth and kissed it deeper, using her tongue. She kissed and licked down one side of his cock to the base. Her hands played with his cock and balls as she used her mouth on him. She pushed his cock up towards his stomach to lick the underside, exposing his balls. She used her right hand to jerk him up and down steadily as she gaped at how big his balls were. She glanced quickly at his face, he was looking at the ceiling, he hadn’t seen her surprised look. When he’d been drilling her, she’d felt his ball sack pulsing into her with each thrust. She’d liked it, but she hadn’t really thought about how big it was. She put her left hand around it and found it was more than big enough to fill her small hand.

She left his dick alone for a minute to play with his balls, using both hands. Carol lifted them to her mouth and licked them, wetting them with her saliva. Then she took each into her mouth bringing groans from above her. Carol could feel Rick looking at her now, she knew she’d surprised him. She’d felt his dick twitch when she’d begun sucking his balls into her mouth. She’d surprised herself too, she’d never done that before. She had to stretch her mouth wide to fit over each nut. When she had sucked on both balls for a while, she shifted back to licking her way up his cock. Carol was happy to see he’d leaked some pre-cum. She licked it up greedily and enjoyed the taste.

Having played with him enough, she got down to business. She worked her mouth halfway down his shaft and held onto the bottom half with her right hand. As she moved her mouth up, her right hand came up to, sucking on his dick and jerking him off at the same time. Judging by Rick’s frantic gasp, she could tell he liked that. She found a pace that they both enjoyed and stayed there. It was quick enough that it was thoroughly stimulating him, but slow enough that Carol didn’t feel like she was killing herself.

She closed her eyes and focused on the cock in her mouth. It was thick. Carol had to open her mouth wide to get her teeth over it, especially the head. It was noticeably thicker than the shaft, visually thicker and the difference was more pronounced as she rolled her tongue all over it. She found the edge of the head, where it crested over the shaft and formed a little kind of helmet. She rolled her tongue all along this edge and then up to the slit. Rick moaned, apparently he liked that. When she did it again he moaned even louder and he grabbed onto the back of her head. She tried to focus most of her attention on the head, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get the whole length in her mouth, so halfway was as far as she went.

For a few minutes, Carol dramatically increased her tempo, going up and down really fast and drawing him a little deeper into her mouth while using both hands on his shaft and balls. Rick went crazy, yelled her name and grabbed onto the the couch with both hands. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to last as long as she thought. Rick wasn’t worried about any gaziosmanpaşa escort neighbors they had apparently, he yelled her name and told her his dick felt good.

She smiled around his dick, she’d never had a guy yell her name like that before. Not during blow jobs, not during sex. Never. She stood up and took a minute to take her clothes off. Rick watched her and then stared at her as she stood in front of him, letting him gaze at her firm body in the light of the room. He paused on her breasts for a long time, then moved down to her butt. Carol leaned over and put her boobs in his face. “Kiss them. Put your hands on them. They need some attention.”

Rick happily obliged, sucking one of her tits into his mouth and licking it back and forth, one hand grabbed her other boob while the other reached around and tried to grab her butt. Carol could feel his hunger, his thick penis was stabbing her in the stomach as she leaned over him. Rick began to nibble on her tits, grabbing them with both hands down. Carol felt her extreme wetness, she wanted to sit down on his lap and impale herself on his cock, but she also wanted to feel Rick’s dick back in her mouth. She pushed off of him and said, “OK.”

Carol opened her mouth wide and leaned in close, but she didn’t shove it in. She put just the tip in front of her mouth and began frantically jerking him off with both hands, licking and kissing the big head of his penis. Jerking him off so quickly was driving him wild, Rick began moaning again and saying her name, telling Carol he wanted to fuck her again.

“You want to fuck me? Stand up.” Carol stood up, Rick looked surprised, but he complied. Carol took his place on the couch and lay down flat, with her head on the pillowy armrest. “Fuck me.”

Rick smiled and straddled her, but before he could shove his dick in her, Carol grabbed it. Rick looked at her face and saw her mouth open. “No, no, no. I want it in my mouth. Put it in and give it to me.”

Rick smiled even bigger now, showing all his teeth. “Oh, you like this idea? You want to thrust into my mouth? Do it Rick, give it to me until you cum, only…. uh… try not to choke me ok? You’re pretty big.”

Rick straddled her chest now and leaned over her, putting his hands on the table next to the couch. His dick looked huge looming above her and suddenly it was back in her mouth. He shoved it in deeper than she had been and was thrusting harder and faster. Carol realized this was another first for her, but it excited her, to have her mouth fucked… used like a toy. She gagged a little as Rick put it in a little deeper. She moaned, a little in protest, a little in surprise at how huge it was. Rick seemed to get the message and pulled it out a little, thrusting shallower from then on.

Carol grabbed onto his butt with both hands and gave him a spank with her right hand. Rick grunted loudly and looked at her. She removed her left hand from his butt and put it on his disk, wrapping it around and fondling him as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. She felt his dick twitch a few times and moved her hand to his balls, this made Rick yell… loudly. She took him out of her mouth and said, “Are you ok, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Rick immediately shoved himself back in her mouth, “You didn’t, god, your hands feel so good. I’m gonna cum soon, do you want to stop?”

Carol shook her head quickly and spanked him again. It was too late if he expected her to stop, of course she had no intention of doing that. Carol felt his pre-cum leaking into her mouth and knew he was close. She longed to taste his cum and swallow him into her body. Rick’s breathing quickened and then seemed to reach a crescendo and he yelled “I’m cumming!” She braced herself, she knew he’d thrust extra hard and deep when he came. With her head on the pillow she couldn’t pull back very far. Rick shoved it all the way in, Carol consciously relaxed and took it. A few tears rolled down her face as she fought her gag reflex. Damn he was so big.

The shaft of his cock shook and the head swelled even bigger. The first jet of hot cum blasted into her mouth and down her throat with surprising force. Carol’s hand was kneading his balls for all their cum, careful to squeeze just enough to excite him and not hurt him. The shots of sperm were hot and seemed to last forever. Carol collected her reward and wondered how much it was.

The flow from his nuts into her mouth was huge. Her experience with guys cumming in her mouth was very limited, but this was definitely the biggest load she’d ever been given. The tastiest too. Her mouth filled to near overflowing; she pushed on his crotch a little so he would pull out some. He continued to thrust as he came, but it was shallower and she was able to slip off to just the head of his penis so she had more room. She frantically swallowed some in a big gulp just as another shot went into her mouth.

Finally the pulses changed to dribbles, leaking into her mouth instead of shooting deeper. She could feel him relax some and his cock lost some of its extreme hardness. She looked up at his serene face with his still closed eyes and she swallowed the remainder. She smiled as he took his dick out and he sat down on the floor. She smiled because she was happy and Rick was happy. She had made him feel that way. She smiled because it had been fun. She decided he tasted sweet.

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Although the time we spent together was memorable, how we met that night wasn’t particularly odd. We were both stuck in Charlotte’s airport. She was waiting to see if her flight to Chicago would happen at all that night because of snow at O’Hare. I was stuck since my short connecting flight home had no airplane. When the weather turns bad, equipment gets stuck somewhere and isn’t available for other scheduled flights. We both could have gotten rooms somewhere in Charlotte and caught flights the next day, but we both wanted to get home, so we were both prepared to wait it out in the airport to see what might happen that night.

She had walked into the crowded airport bar and I had offered her my seat. Thinking back, the moment I offered it to her, my first thought was that she’d say no and maybe be insulted. In the eyes of some women, men aren’t supposed to do things like that for women. But she did agree, almost happily, in fact, and to my surprise, she immediately insisted on buying me a drink in return. As she leaned into the bar from the stool to order two Heineken, I noticed the book she was carrying to read. It was Andrea Dworkin’s, Pornography: Men Possessing Women.

The beers came and she turned in her stool to hand me mine. She was smiling a genuinely friendly smile. We clinked bottles and gave a mock toast to traveling in the winter. We both knew it could turn out to be a long night.

Somehow we launched into a conversation, probably because it had been a long day for both of us and we each had grown tired of reading alone in crowds. As people began to thin out in the bar, finding rooms or making flights, tables began to open up, so we took one along the wall.

I enjoyed listening to her talk as we cruised through the regular things, work, home, where we grew up, places we had both traveled to, all the expected things strangers talk about. As she talked and listened, I noticed her making more eye contact, smiling more comfortably, letting pauses in the conversation sit easily untouched. It was becoming pretty apparent we both liked each other. I suppose that’s why when she asked about hobbies, I told her I like to write erotica and that I share stories I’ve written with a group of friends on the internet. I was surprised when her eyes lit up.

“I couldn’t help but notice the book you’re reading,” I told her, “What do you think of erotica?”

She smiled and held my eyes for a moment. “Well,” she began, “To some, erotica is just high-class pornography. But to others there is more of a difference. In my mind, and the minds of some feminists like me, erotica involves mutuality and reciprocity. Pornography involves dominance and violence, it often involves men using women somehow, whether paying them or whatever. Erotica involves willful, often eager participation. Women participate in erotica; they usually get exploited in pornography. So,” she added, grinning then, “I like erotica while I think pornography sucks.”

I smiled and waved at the bartender for two more beers before I told her I agreed.

I didn’t get a chance to build on her point or ask any questions before she asked me what I usually wrote about and where I got ideas for stories. She listened and sipped her beer while I told her about some stories and how they were built around personal experiences. Fictionalizing events, I told her, playing “what if” with things that had happened or could happen. I told her of other times, writing stories for friends who had told me of their fantasies, things that interested them. It was rewarding in a special way to capture the desires of someone in a story, to catch the feeling that they were looking for, to have them like my description.

“I write too,” she told me somewhere in the conversation, “But I’ve never tried erotica.”

“Well,” I suggested, “If you try, consider trying istanbul escorts to write about something that hasn’t happened to you that you would like to have happen. Take a real event in your life and shape it to include something about which you have a real desire or interest.”

I could almost hear the wheels turning as she smiled and picked at the label on her beer. When she looked up at me her eyes were twinkling.

“Interesting,” was all she said, but her eyes said there was more on her mind.

“Okay,” I told her, “We’re complete strangers and will probably never see each other again, so why not just tell me what you’re thinking?”

She leaned closer and told me through a grin, “No lover I’ve known has ever cum on me, I mean cum outside of me, on me. And no lover has ever made love to, fucked, my tits.”

For a moment I thought she was blushing but she wasn’t. She was turning a bit red with excitement.

“And those things excite you?” I asked. “They excite you in a way that you could write about them and have fun doing it?”

She only nodded yes. I noticed then her eyes beginning to scan the bar. I could tell she was wondering if anyone had heard her, whether or not anyone was near enough to catch any of our conversation.

“Would you like to get out of here?” I asked, “Go somewhere more comfortable, more private?”

“There is a place?” she asked, smiling again.

This time it was me that only nodded as I stood and tossed some money on the table. She stood too and began to gather her things.

We walked through the terminal together lugging along our carry-on baggage. She told me she rarely traveled through Charlotte, so I told her a bit about the area and the airport. Charlotte being a hub for U.S. Airways, they had a great airlines club lounge. That’s where we’re headed, I told her.

We found the door and I pressed the button and waited for the metallic click of the door unlocking. With the click, I opened the door and let her enter, watching her look around as she entered. I showed the woman at the desk my card and asked if they had a conference room available. They did, so I signed up for two hours and left a credit card. She and I left our luggage in the drop-off room and walked through the lounge toward the empty, private conference room. I walked behind her, still watching her, liking what I could see, remembering that no lover had ever cum on her, or fucked her tits, as she had said. Such a thing to remember at a time when you’re almost alone with someone, I know.

We found the room and went in. It was a small room filled with an oval hardwood conference table and a number of chairs around it. She moved toward the door and leaned back on it, locking it, I could see, with her hands behind her.

“Will this be one of your stories?” she murmured.

“Maybe,” I told her honestly, “Maybe. Would you like it to be?”

“Yes, and I want to read it, I want to know it’s me I’m reading about.”

“Then I’ll e-mail you the link or something,” I promised.

What do you want your story to be about?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, not with words, I just kissed her. My hands came up to her neck, then the back of her head, my fingers into her hair, and I let my lips finds hers softly, easily, tenderly. Her tongue found mine first, warm, eager almost, it seemed.

We stood there kissing, beginning to undress each other. Her finger moved over my suit coat and removed it, they took away my tie and tossed it toward a chair, they took my shirt away, too. They found the buckle of my belt and loosened it. My feet had helped her, freeing themselves of their shoes and socks. Without the belt, my loose suit pants fell by themselves.

My hands were trying to match hers. They had removed her sweatshirt and worked her jeans down istanbul eskort her hips. They had even discovered the secret of her sports bra and solved it.

Neither of us wore underwear. Such a coincidence, I thought, but I didn’t dwell on it.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “Let me help you with your shoes,” as I moved to kneel in front of her. Her pussy was only inches from my face while I looked down and untied her shoes so she could slip out of them. She did as I watched and pushed her jeans down further for her to step out of them. As I remember it, I think her pussy was speaking to me from so close, the messages weren’t in English, I realized, but there was some kind of speaking or communication.

She giggled and asked me what I was staring at. I didn’t mean to stare I told her, it was just that I thought I saw a silver hoop piercing between her legs.

“You do,” she giggled as she stepped around me and moved toward the table. I knelt there on the floor and watched her begin to crawl onto it, the thick, heavy table.

“Stop,” I told her, “Please.”

She did, leaving herself on all four on the edge of the table. Such a view, I told myself.

I’ve discovered as I’ve lived a few years that circumstances often determine what one does. I think this circumstance was one of those time, because I moved toward her without thinking, standing slowly, moving my feet apart, wide apart, until my face with even with her ass and her pussy, the pussy with a silver hoop piercing in her right labial lip.

I could hear her giggling before she began to wiggle her hips at me. “Thinking of adjectives?” she asked. I mumbled some sort of answer, nothing really important, before letting the tip of my tongue find the silver loop. I had never been with a woman with a labial piercing, and never since, but I thought the feel of my tongue on her there, the feel of my tongue licking and lightly flicking over her pussy there just might be good for her. I think I was right. She began to moan a bit, more than a bit, before she said, “That is always so good, always, damn, so good.”

Well, in a word, I felt encouraged, so I began to press my tongue inside her to open her, to hopefully give her the feel of not just my tongue, but the feel of my face pressing into her, my chin into her clit, my nose into her ass. I think she liked it, because she pressed her ass and pussy back into me, pressed and moved and sought my tongue, my face. On a hunch, I took the silver hoop in my mouth and sucked it, pulled it gently into my mouth, pulling her lip along with it, letting my tongue circle it while I sucked it, letting her feel how it felt to be held in my mouth.

“Goddamn it,” came her raspy voice, “Goddamn, I thought it would feel like that if anyone sucked it. Goddamn.”

I let her jewelry go for the moment and moved my tongue upward to slowly circle her tight puckered ass.

“Oh, oh, yes, please,” she moaned.

But I didn’t let my tongue stay there, I wanted to move and surprise her, to keep her guessing and hoping, so I moved my face downward letting my tongue find her clit. It was hard and swollen. As I licked it and tried to suck it, my face pushed hard against her swollen pussy, one lip wearing the loop, the other wet and folded back as if to ask for attention.

Her knees widened to give me even more access. I had to move my feet to position myself at the right level, to keep my mouth where I could reach her best, but it occurred to me to do more, to do something different, so I leaned back and left her pussy for a moment. I let my left hand find her, the thumb easing inside her pussy, my middle fingertip easing inside her ass. Holding her that way, I could take her clit again to suck and lick at unexpected intervals. She came then, hard and intense and so deliciously for me, and good eskort istanbul for her too, I think. The shutter of her body, the way her ass quivered on my hand, the throb of her clit in my mouth, the gush of her pussy, all of it told me it might have been good for her.

As her body seemed to come back to itself, I took my hand and face from her and touched her to tell her to turn over on her back. She followed the suggestion and settled herself, skin against polished wood, onto the tabletop. I looked at her lying there, looked at her legs open, pussy wet and swollen and open, looked at her looking down to me, smiling, waiting, and I began to crawl up onto the table with her.

She watched me as I crawled onto the table and over her body. I knew pre-cum was leaking from the tip of my cock and leaving a wet trail up her legs and lower body, but I moved upward with a purpose. As I reached her chest I looked up at her and smiled before beginning to lick the valley between her breasts. I watched her watch me as my tongue wet her there, wet her to receive me where no other had been received.

“Are you going to,” she started to ask, but stopped.

“Yes,” I told her as I moved to straddle her stomach, moving up slowly, letting her watch my body, my wet cock, letting her see how it would come to be.

Her hands came to her breasts to hold them on each side, to create the place in between that my cock would fill. I used my hand to press my cock down into the valley between her breasts as she pushed her tits together to hold me. Her head was up watching my cock slide between her breasts, watching for only a moment before she realized the tip was coming so close to her mouth, so very close, I realized too. Her tongue came out to lick me when my cock drew close. It did lick me, her tongue, taking the drops of clear pre-cum into her mouth as my stroke withdrew away from her mouth, the head disappearing only briefly into the covering of her breasts.

“Can you feel my balls on your skin, too?” I asked her, looking down at her.

“Yeah, so good, so hard but so soft,” she said before licking me again as my cock grew close to her lips.

To vary the moment and fulfill a selfish desire, I moved up higher on an upward stroke, letting my cock come even closer, so close as to suggest she take it in her mouth, wanting her to do it, wanting her to take me even if just for a moment. She did take me, in one breath it seemed, she took me in her mouth, the whole of my head. She looked up at me and held my eyes as her mouth held me and gently sucked, her tongue licking in circles inside her mouth.

But I wanted to move back to her breasts and she sensed it as I move my cock from her mouth. Stroking her there, watching her watch me, watching her lick me, watching her experience something for the very first time, something she had wanted, all of it was nearly too good, so good, so very good that I knew I was going to cum.

“You’re making me cum,” I told her. “Do you want it? Now?”

She nodded after licking me one more time. Her smile left no doubt.

I didn’t fight the urge to cum, didn’t resist or try to delay, I just let it happen, let it explode. The first burst of cum from my cock reached her chin and ran down her neck slowly. White, thick, hot. The second followed, but didn’t travel as far. The third oozed from the tip and left a small white and clear pool on her chest. More came but we both had stopped watching.

Her eyes closed when my cock stopped spasming and releasing. She smiled a satisfied smile, a smile that I’ll not soon forget.

“End of story?” she chuckled.

“No,” I told her, looking down, “Just the end of the first chapter. This might be a novel.”

She laughed and watched me move off her to lie beside her.

“Did you notice the security cameras?” she asked as I settled in beside her.

“No, you’re kidding, right?” I told her without moving.

“Not at all,” she whispered as she kissed me, “The little red light is still blinking.”

And so it was. But that could be another story all together.

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I come home from work a little early. Usually dinner is ready, but you are still cooking when I arrive. You do not hear me enter the house. Playfully, I sneak into the kitchen. As usual, you have changed into your nightgown, so I stand in the doorway unnoticed as I admire how it clings to your curves. Quietly, I slide up behind you, and wrap my arms around your waist as I kiss the side of your neck. Startled at first, you jump, but then relax in my arms. I continue to kiss your neck, up to your ear.

I whisper to you, “Baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

You smile, and playfully push back against me, as if to push me away. I only hold you tighter. Turning you around to face me, I kiss your lips.

“How was your day, Love,” you ask. “I’m glad you’re home. Dinner is almost ready.”

“I’m glad to be home,” I reply, as I return to kissing you. “Dinner can wait a while. I’m hungry for something else.”

This time you begin kissing back. I pull you closer, and we embrace. You become more passionate, and I begin to get aroused. I reach down, grab your ass, and pull you tighter, pushing my crotch into yours. My excitement is obvious to you, and you moan onto my mouth. I kiss you harder as I grind my hardening cock Escort Esenyurt into you. I reach into the front of your gown, push my hand inside and cup your breasts. You gasp as I begin squeezing them aggressively, playing with your nipples. They respond to my touch, becoming erect and hard. Oh, how I like that. I begin to pinch and pull on them, rolling them between my fingers. I bite your lip gently as I break our kiss. You whimper as I move away from your mouth. Then I surprise you as I tear open the neck of your gown, exposing your breasts, and lower my mouth to a waiting nipple. Slowly, I lick it with the tip of my tongue. I draw circles around it, then flick it, and finally take it into my mouth, gently sucking it. I feel your knees weaken. Holding you up, I suck a little harder. You let out a long slow moan. I feel you reach down and begin stroking my cock through my pants, getting it harder. I bite your nipple, and pull back on it, dragging my teeth as I let it go. You cry out and squeeze my cock hard.

As you rub my cock, I remove my mouth from your breast, and move my arms from around you. I rip open your gown completely, and begin kissing down your stomach as I do, until I am at the top of your panties. I Escort Avcılar then reach around to your sides; I grasp the waistband, and pull them off your hips slowly, kissing further down your belly as I do. When your panties are around your ankles, you step out of them. As you do, I nuzzle your pubic mound with my face, inhaling the heady aroma of your arousal. Oh, it excites me so!

Standing, I lift you up and sit you on the countertop. I kneel in front of you. Stopping a moment, I look at how wet your nicely trimmed pussy is. Judy, I cannot wait any longer! I press my face between your thighs, and begin licking your clit. I lick slowly at first, and then increase the pressure and speed of my tongue. Every now and then, I suck it into my mouth. You are so wet now that your juices are running down between your ass cheeks. Writhing your hips on the counter, you moan, calling my name.

“Oh, Keith, I want you to fuck me now!”

I pull you down to the floor, turn you around, and push you down over the counter. Quickly I lift your gown, release my throbbing cock from the confines of my pants, and push it into your waiting pussy. Pants around my ankles, I begin thrusting into you. I grab your hips for balance as I push deeper, harder, faster… I reach around with one hand, and play with your clit as I fuck you. That sends you over the edge, and I can tell your orgasm is near. It is not long before you start to cum, your pussy contacting, and I feel my own orgasm nearing. You cry out in ecstasy as I fuck you harder and deeper. My balls are getting tight, ready to unload. I pull you from the counter, turn you around and push you to the floor. Instinctively you kneel, and open your mouth for my cock. Greedily you begin sucking it, and swirling your tongue around it. You pull it out of your mouth long enough to speak quickly.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Keith!” you cry. “I want to taste it, and swallow every drop!”

That is all it takes! I growl loudly as I begin to shoot streams of semen into your mouth. Moaning with each spasm, I pump my load into your mouth, but it is too much for you to contain, and some dribbles out the side of your mouth. You pull my cock out of your mouth and stroke the last few spurts from it, allowing my semen to fall on your chin and breasts. Then, opening your mouth, you show me my load you are holding there, and as I watch, close your mouth and swallow it with a grin. Collapsing to the floor, I watch as you clean my remaining semen from your chin and chest, scooping it up with a finger, and putting it into your mouth. I reach out, pull you forward, and we collapse on floor, weak, sweaty, and sated…

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After a long time had passed, neither knew how long, they got up together, heading for the shower. Neither bothered taking any clothes or putting anything on. After what had just happened, it didn’t seem appropriate. They walked together, and she liked how his hands were always near her body. He was helpful too, grabbing her bathrobe, and picking up towels for them.

She stepped into the tub, turning on the water. After checking the temperature, she turned on the shower, motioning for him to join her. He climbed in, the small space making things slightly awkward. She smiled, putting her face and hair under the water. She felt so good, she wanted to take her time. He was beside her again, their bodies touching, and she took comfort in the fact that he hadn’t just disappeared. She turned to face him and they kissed again. It was more than just an after-sex kiss; she didn’t know what to make of it. Instead of trying to figure it out, she grabbed the shampoo and started washing her hair.

***

He wasn’t about to let things go so easily. He knew what he wanted now, he had it, and he decided he wasn’t going to let it go without fighting for it. He picked up the bar of soap and worked up a lather in his hands. Her back was to him as she washed her hair, but that only made things better. He started at her shoulders, almost like the massage, tenderly washing her. She paused when he first touched her, but only for a second. He smiled and continued. He washed her back, her ass (which he lingered on), her thighs, and her calves. When he finished, she turned and rinsed her hair and back, while he stood up. He admired her figure, glistening with water, tan and smooth. Her muscles did not stand out with tone, but they weren’t bad. She was turning him on, which he could hardly believe, so soon after the love-making they had just finished. He soaped his hands, washing her face gingerly, but thoroughly. He touched her gently, caringly, washing her face, trying not to get soap in her mouth or eyes, trying so show her his feelings. He hoped she could feel this as much as he did.

***

She had never had a man touch her this way. Such tenderness, such caring (Was it love? She could hardly hope). She could barely believe any man was capable of this kind of tenderness and emotion, let alone one that she had just made love to. It intrigued her, it turned her Antalya Escort on. When he continued and moved down to her chest, her breasts and stomach, she made no objection. He was doing a good job at turning her on again, whether he wanted to or not. When he washed her crotch, she could tell that he wanted to indeed. Especially when, after washing her legs again, he paid special attention to her thighs, then washed her mound a second time, slipping a finger inside her momentarily. It felt like he wanted her, like he wanted to let her know he thought she was sexy, but wanted her to decide if something more should happen. When he finally stopped, she wasn’t in the mood to let things end. Besides, she decided, he still needed to be washed.

She took the soap, faced him, and thoroughly washed his chest, which she enjoyed, maybe more than he did. Then she pulled him close, rubbing her breasts against his, kissing him, reaching around to wash his back, which made her wiggle against him even more. She lowered herself to the shower floor, letting the water rinse his chest off. His manhood was now directly in front of her face and it was growing hard it. She took him in hand, feeling him twitch and harden, rubbing him with the soap. She let the water rinse him off, stroking him as she did so. When she slid him into her mouth, she heard him gasp.

She reached behind him, washing his ass, not removing him from her mouth. She made sure to take time to finger his anus a little. He throbbed in her mouth when she did and she made a mental note of that. She finished his legs, then dropped the soap. Both hands went to his erection, working him in her mouth. He pulsed now and then as she did so, making her wet inside, despite the shower water. She was surprised that they were both ready for more love-making so soon.

He must have read her mind, because she no sooner had the thought when his hands were pulling her up onto her feet. He kissed her, roughly, ending it a little too quickly. She felt his hands grab her ass, then slide down just a little, barely on her thighs. His body dropped slightly and as his chest slid upwards against hers, his cock pressed against her vagina. Eager for him, she reached down and spread open her lips, guiding him in. His tip pulsed against her, then he was moving inside her. She had thought she was more ready than Antalya Escort Bayan she was. She wasn’t wet enough, and it hurt; not much, but it hurt. He pulled out some, then pushed back in. A few more strokes had her turned on and wet and he was sliding freely.

Suddenly, he lifted her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. It didn’t help much when he turned and slammed her back against the wall. His mouth was all over her chest, her teats and her nipples. His hips slammed against hers, while her ass banged against the wall. The whole time what she really felt was his cock coursing through her inner canal. His teeth grazed her breast, not biting, but a soft pinch. He was being rough, but she couldn’t say that it felt bad.

He was pounding her body, their chests alternately rubbing each other, then being sprayed with water. Now and then the water from the shower would splash her in the face, but as she was blinking he would lick it off. He was grunting and she heard herself moaning. She joined him now, using her legs to raise and lower herself on and off of him in time with his thrusts. She licked her lips. She had him in just the right spot now, with her humping his hard shaft, and she moved that much faster because of it.

She threw her head back, panting. His hands held her tightly, his fingertips digging into her thighs as they squeezed his hips. As she made love to him now, she clenched the muscles inside her, needing to cum. He was kissing her neck when the shower spray hit her teats. It sent her over the edge. One last flex was all she needed and, feeling him inside her, she came, crying out.

***

He had been just enjoying making love to her, but when she cried out, he knew she was cumming. That thought turned him on so much he felt he had to release his orgasm with her now. It was already churning in his balls, but she was done now, and he could feel her sag in his arms. Not having the energy to hold her up much longer, he decided to try something new. He lay her down in the shower and flipped the shower head as far down as it would go. The spray was right where he wanted it; she wiggled as it hit her right between her legs. He lowered himself on top of her, lifting her legs above his shoulders.

He reached down to her mound, feeling the water splash against her clit. It Escort Antalya took some effort to put his fingers inside her, but once she was open he slid his erection into her. She was still wet deep inside from her orgasm, so she covered him with her juices fairly easily. Now as he moved, the water would beat on her mound and then his ass. He could see that she liked it and he certainly enjoyed it himself. The longer he was in her the faster he moved, pounding in and out of her like a jackhammer. He could feel her muscles tighten around him, squeezing his orgasm forward. He started talking to her, not really knowing what he was saying, but not really caring, as long as she knew how much he loved this moment, but more importantly, how he loved just being with her.

She must have been aroused, as he felt the water splash between his legs and off of her, since she began to smile. She was moaning loudly. This excited him, knowing that she was enjoying what they were doing, the pleasure they got from each other. She must have been orgasming, because her body was trembling, and she was pushing him away and pulling him closer at the same time. He felt his balls tighten, the pleasure beginning to travel through him. As he climaxed, he thrust into her as hard as he could, cumming deep within her. He felt their mixed cum all around his cock and felt it dribble down his shaft to his sack.

He kissed her passionately, not having shared love-making like this in some time. As he was kissing her, he remembered where they were and helped her up. They rinsed, each rubbing and caressing the other. Neither wanted this to end, but the hot water wouldn’t last forever.

He shut the water off and grabbed their towels. He wrapped his around his waist, then took hers to dry her off. He still couldn’t get over her figure. She may not be a model, but she was more than he had ever wanted. He moved slowly, letting his hands linger in spots, caressing her once more. Unfortunately, there was a limited amount of water on her. When he was finished, he helped her into her bathrobe.

He dried off quickly, then dressed as she watched. He would pause often to give her a kiss, or sometimes a caress. When he was done, they hugged. He held her close, wondering what their future held, if it lay together at all. They walked to the door holding hands, kissing again, trying not to leave each other. As they clung to each other, he whispered to her that while things may not go easily, he wanted to see her again. She smiled at him, telling him that she wanted to see him too. He kissed her on the forehead and left, with her promising to give him a call as soon as she could.

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Kent Johnson was 35 years old and managed his own ad agency. When Angie let her skirt creep up over rounded, nylon covered knees and gave him a long, smoldering look, he gave her the job. A week after Angie went to work for him, he fired the other girl. That night she went to his apartment.

Kent was smooth and experienced, not uptight like her ex-husband, not to eager, as her old lover, George, had been. After the first martini, he kissed her. She tasted the gin on his tongue, tasted the heat and man wetness and trembled between her legs.

They had an understanding right off, so she stood up and shrugged out of her dress. She saw the hot light in his eyes as they ran over her lush body, growing wider at the sight of bare flesh she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Angie cupped the full mounds of her firm breasts, offering their rigid points to him, slid her hands slowly and insinuatingly over her belly and hips, turning to show him everything, the magnificent body she was so proud of.

“You are truly a beautiful bitch,” Kent breathed, unbuttoning his shirt.

Caressing her thighs, she turned back to him, lifting her hips just a little making her pelvis reach out to him. Light gleamed over the thick, rich curlings of her midnight pubic hair.

Posing for him, Angie watched his fingers hurry with his shirt and unbutton his pants. She eagerly awaited the sight of his cock, to see what it looked like. She wasn’t disappointed. Kent’s prick was a good one, not as big as George’s but sturdy and with a heavy, flanged head that was already pulsing and gathering a drop of pre-seminal fluid at its blunt tip.

Angie trembled when Kent stood up and put his hands on her. Shuddering in wave after wave of hot desire. Her mouth locked into his, opening for the probing of his tongue and the clashing of his teeth. Her tits crushed into his naked chest, her rigid nipples digging into his skin.

Kent felt the rhythmic sway of her hips begin, tick-tocking from side to side in a sensuous metronome, her furry crotch rubbing against the hard shaft of his cock, her hands trailing over his muscular back and lightly over the cheeks of his ass. They fell to the couch, tangling together in desperate hunger, in a writhing passion that blended them body to arching body.

His hands found their way between her thighs, cupping her throbbing pussy, fingering through the luxurious hair to find the humid excitement of her labia. She pressed his face between her breasts, his tongue darted out to curl around a nipple, pulling it into his mouth so he could suck on it. Angie found his swollen prick, caressing it with anxious fingers, feeling the distended veins, the puffy head that was at once spongy and hard.

“Come on!” Angie hissed. “Oh Kent, come on, come on! I can’t wait any longer, hurry and get it in me!”

Kent waited. He had her burning up inside, her pussy dripping wet but he didn’t shove his hard cock inside her just yet. He slid down her body, his tongue flicking over her rib cage. Further he went, driving his wet tongue into her belly button, slipping it across her hip bones, nibbling the insides of her thighs while her ass bucked up and down.

His hands were moving constantly, stroking her hips and belly, sliding around to fondle the cheeks of her bucking ass. She felt his Antalya Escort hot breath tickle her pubic hairs. The thought flashed through her mind that he was going to do that, to go down on her. At last she had found a man who would treat her as he wanted to be treated.

Kent delved his tongue into her hair, moving slowly deeper till it touched the slippery lips of her blazing pussy. She humped against his mouth, head spinning, breath rasping in her throat. It was a wild, wonderful sensation, so damned intimate, so lovely. She flinched when he inserted his tongue into her dripping labia, and squirmed as it penetrated, sliding into her vagina.

“Kent,” She panted, “oh, Kent, I’ve never, nobody ever did this to me before. It’s so, so fantastic!”

Working deeply into her pussy, he licked along the inner walls as her lips mashed themselves against his teeth grinding her pussy into his face. She brought her thighs together along his cheeks, trapping his head between them.

Kent ate into Angie’s pussy, burrowing his face into its depths and he began to suck, drawing her lips into his mouth, cork-screwing around them with his tongue. When his tongue probed beneath the hood to discover her clit, she almost lost her mind, there was nothing now but the sensation of his tongue in her vagina. She pounded the couch pillows with clenched fists, her back arching, body shivering and trembling inside and out.

He worked over her clit, thrilling it with his tongue, siphoning it between his teeth where he worried it gently. Angie came with a sudden explosion of raw passion, bucking and heaving against his busy mouth. It was different from cumming on a man’s prick, somehow more deeply satisfying, the shock waves of that orgasm raced to every part of her nervous system.

But he didn’t stop there, snuffling into the folds of her soaked pussy, he continued to eat, to toy with her throbbing clit, to lap and lick like a hungry puppy. Her hands crept down to caress his hair. When she felt another climax coming she worked her fingers into his scalp and forced his head impossibly deeper between her undulating thighs, holding him there as her body spasmed around his talented tongue again.

Angie gasped for air, her tits heaving up and down, as Kent at last lifted his dripping face from her throbbing pussy. He wiped his mouth on her belly and wet her aching nipples with his lips, then plastered his mouth to hers as he lay atop her body. Angie realized that she was tasting the flavor of her own pussy, knowing its musky fragrance upon her tongue, and loved it.

His cockhead poked for her wet pussy lips, nudging its way between them, and she received him gladly, her vagina aching for penetration, needing his meat deep within the grip of her pussy. Kent’s cock slipped in easily, and slid to its full, hard length inside her. She could feel the knob fumbling at the cup of her womb when she rolled back upon her shoulders, lifting her pelvis to him. Rolling on his prick when it was locked perfectly into her juicy socket, ground her crotch across his and felt his balls come to rest in the up tilted crack of her trembling ass. Oh, but it was good, so good, and she tore her mouth from his to tell him so.

“Kent, oh Kent, your prick is so wonderful. I love it deep inside Antalya Escort Bayan my pussy, moving like this, and like this, ahh, Kent, Kent, my lover, fuck me hard!

He responded fiercely, plunging his cock deeply into her clinging snatch, pounding it in with long, hard thrusts that made her tits bounce and the cheeks of her ass lurch in answer. Her long legs lifted wrapping around the small of his back, clamping down on him, helping him to drive his stiff rod ever deeper into her ravenous pussy.

“You hot-assed bitch!” he panted. “What a pussy, so tight and narrow, oh baby, it’s just eating up my cock, biting down on the head, and when you shake your ass like that…”

Kent hammered into her. Rocking back and forth, swinging his ass, his cockhead stroking hard against the inner sheathing of her pussy. The shaft stroked against her expanded clit and set it throbbing, as he sledged his meat deep within the confines of her velvet pussy. Angie gyrated insanely upon it, rocking her ass from side to side, rubbing her crotch strongly into his, giving him back stroke for stroke, meeting his thrusts and squirming delightedly upon them.

Angie could tell when he was about to cum, his movements turned jerky, his legs stiffened out, his toes digging into the couch for better purchase. Hurrying her own orgasm, she made several convulsive humpings that brought her to the same point as he. When Kent loosed the first stream of his semen spitting into her pussy, she was ready for it.

Wringing her pussy around his spitting cockhead, she gloried in the splash of his cum against her cervix. Came with him as more of the rich and creamy liquid inundated the quivering walls of her vagina and backed up on the base of his swollen shaft. Angie’s climax was a terrific one, built up by the others Kent had given with his eager mouth, and it burst throughout her straining pussy with wet tendrils of flame. When her legs slipped down from Kent’s sweaty back, she knew that she had been really fucked, that Kent was a much more accomplished lover than the two men she had experienced before.

They had rested for only a few minutes when Kent slid his slippery cock from the jealous clasping of her pussy and sat up to pour another drink from the icy shaker.

The shaker was empty when she slid down on the carpet and positioned herself between his spread knees. Yes, she had taken one other man’s shaft into her mouth before, but had never gone all the way with it; never known the spurting of semen into the back her throat, and she craved that sensation now, with Kent.

“It’s a lovely cock, ” she murmured, staring at its purplish head with the intriguing ridge around it, at the upright shaft and its turgid veins, the base so thick and strong where it rose from the curly nest of his hairy balls. “I want it all for myself, Kent.”

“It’s yours,” he breathed as she brought her breasts close and fitted them around his swelling cock. “Do whatever you want to with my prick, baby.”

She blew warmly upon the head and stroked her fingers up and down the shaft, teasing them into his balls and back again to curl lovingly around its sturdy shaft. When she kissed the swollen knob, the male odor filled her nostrils, and she adored it, breathing it in like the most expensive Escort Antalya perfume. Her tongue played over the glans, wetting its blunt point, touching the little soft lump of scar tissue below.

Angie couldn’t resist, couldn’t wait any longer; she just had to taste that beautiful thing, and was thankful that George had once forced his big cock into her unwilling mouth. Now she knew that it wasn’t perverted or dirty, knew that it could be wonderful. Opening her lips wide, she slipped them down over the head, curling her lips so that her teeth wouldn’t be painful to him.

He quivered as her tongue ran over his cockhead and down into the sticky little slot. She sucked it deeply, bringing it across her tongue and against roof of her mouth, drawing it back to the cup of her throat. Her cheeks dipped in as she sucked, letting them also caress his throbbing prick, before slipping up and down in a slow, rhythmic motion an imitation of fucking.

Kent took her head between his hands as he spread his legs wider, and Angie pushed the mounds of her rounded tits against his expanded balls, reveling in the soft scratching of his pubic hair against them. He guided her as she bobbed up and down on his hard shaft. Her questing tongue sliding wetly over every inch of his hard meat. Sucking his cockhead, she opened her lips to allow his prick to stand almost free, with only the barest pressure upon it and suddenly drawing it, hungrily, back into her mouth so that its tip would again touch the satin cup of her throat.

Angie could have eaten him forever, thrilled by the way he was arching his pelvis into her face, by the rasping sound of his breath and the convulsive movements of his prick. She knew he couldn’t last, speeding up as she felt his balls jerk against the pressure of her breasts.

His cockhead flexed and seemed to expand within the grip of her suctioning mouth, then the first jet of semen shot out. His cum was heavy and juicy, spilling out to splash against her throat. She gulped it down, rolling her tongue around the dripping head, to bring more of the delicious stuff forth. Kent kept cumming, in smaller and smaller spurts of rich cream that that she swallowed hungrily, the musky perfume of it filling her nostrils, the strong flavor of his semen gushing in her mouth.

She milked him, running her hands over his balls and up his shaking prick, trying to suck him completely dry. Her head was spinning her heart pounding wildly inside, threatening to break out. It was a crazy, primitive feeling that racing through her, making her pussy quiver and her tits ache. She was owning this man, possessing him as she had never taken a man before, drawing his male strength down her throat into her stomach where she would keep it forever.

Sighing, he fell back on the couch, going limp his cock sagging in her mouth. Regretfully, she allowed it to slide from her lips, and kissed her way slowly up his heaving body to his nipples. She chewed them tenderly, then kissed his throat as she crawled on top of his supine body. She gave him a sample of her lips, his opened slowly so that she could feed him the same tongue that had brought his cock to orgasm.

They spent the night experimenting, playing with each other, petting and caressing. Kent didn’t open the office next day.

Kent and Angie really fitted. They were the same kind, shaped in identical dark molds. Angie didn’t even dream then that Kent’s long and varied experience had led him to dabble in acts she hadn’t imagined yet, not in her most fevered nightmares. But she was going to learn, Kent would see to that.

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This story is 100% true. In the summer of 2006 I was a typical working 21 year old student living in a one bedroom apartment in a major Canadian city. Around this time I was between girlfriends and was on what I called a “sexual rampage” and was having sex with anyone I could. I was also drinking all the time which help lower my inhibitions as well as my standards. I was playing in a shitty band which helps with the women looking to latch on to guys. You see, it gives desperate women a chance to talk to guys. “Oh hey I loved your last set” or some bullshit. Even though we were terrible we had a following of people because our live show was thought to be entertaining.

If you are around my age you know that summer of 06 was the prime era of myspace. It wasn’t like face book where everyone had it, but a lot of lonely people did. Playing in a band I used it to search out the fat girls to recruit them to pay to see us and buy a t shirt and maybe get a blowjob out of it. On myspace it was far more common to message strangers so one day I got a message from a dumb ass 18 year old girl named Kaylee. In her pictures she seemed ok. She did they typical self taken shot above her eye-line so she looked skinnier, but she seemed to look ok. The message read “Hey I keep seeing you on here and you seem like a really interesting guy so I thought I’d send you a friend request.” This message reeked of desperation so I played on that a bit.

We talked back in fourth for a couple days (with me replying 4 hours after her instant replies) just to play the game so-to-speak. For those reading this unaware of this technique it is very effective in making women feel like your time needs to be earned.

After a couple days of me bullshitting around I decided to invite her over for a drink, which she eagerly agreed to. Since Antalya Escort either of us had a car she ended up taking the bus. My apartment was about 1km away from a straight-shot bus route from my place so I walked there to meet her. This was right before EVERYONE had a cellphone so I had to just wait and see when she arrived.

After waiting about 20 minutes I gave up and began walking back but she was dropped off exactly where I turned to walk back home. Off the bus comes this girl about 180lbs and 5’3. I forgot how deceitful myspace self-taken pics can be. She was wearing a hoodie (as what all large ladies do) and tight jeans. Not unattractive but just fat. I don’t know how to explain it. You know when you see a fat girl you can tell would be hot if she were not so fucking fat? Well this was her. I knew right away I wanted to get something out of her as I was on my rampage and wanted to exercise my power I developed over her over the last couple days.

I knew I had to get super drunk.

I don’t need to tell you that being drunk has it’s disadvantages. Sure you’re willing to stick it in something gross just to stick it in something, but it also causes equipment failures. I’ve been in the situation far too many times where I managed to get a girl home only to have drunk-dick and it just doesn’t get hard enough. Either way, alcohol was needed.

We walked the 1km past my apartment to the beer vendor across the street from where I lived (yepppp) and I got 12 of the cheapest, shittiest but highest alcohol content beer available. Americans have the luxury of cheap alcohol available all the time but ours can be as high as 8% in cans. I decided to play it safe and just get some Lucky Extra (6%). I put the two six packs into her purse and started drinking. Of course I need Antalya Escort Bayan to be drunk to do this but so does the woman. We began our 5km walk through the urban forest trails by my place. By the time we got to the actual trail I already had 4 beers and reached for her hand.

“Oh you’re only into me because you’re drunk” she said. It was a line I heard too many times in the past.

“Nah baby, I just want to hold your hand so I don’t get scared in the woods!” I said back, or some bullshit like that.

I grabbed her hand and off into the woods we went. We encountered a few bicyclists I was ashamed to be seen with this woman. My dad once told me fat girls are a lot like mopeds.. They are a lot of fun to ride on but you don’t want to be seen doing it. This was exactly how I felt. At the peak of the trail where there is a nice clearing for some fire pits there were some people my age making cat calls etc. Embarrassed I kept walking and kept drinking the poisonous Lucky Extra.

By the time we got back to my place I drank about 8 of the beers to myself and she had the other 4. I don’t want to gross you out too much but the couple times we made out on the walk I could kind of detect a slight moustache on her. GROSS.

So we go up to my place and I sit her fat ass down on the couch and I sit beside her. She was groping my cock like it was the only one she had in a long time so I tried getting her massive tits out of her sweater but she wanted no part of that. Not wanting to be a rapist I let it go and let her go to town on me. I was hoping for a blowjob but she just wanted to make out.

She pulled my cock out and began stroking it and it felt fucking amazing. I’m uncircumcised so sometimes a light hand job can feel like someone is jerking out off with Escort Antalya sand paper but I was rock hard despite how drunk I was and how huge she was. She kept making out and I was trying to push her head towards my cock but again she resisted so I just let it ride. She was giving me one of the best hand jobs of my life. I was leaking out pre-cum all over her hand and was enjoying the state of drunken sexual bliss when I heard that awful sound.

BZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZZ.

A god damn cell phone buzzing.

She stopped stroking my cock but held onto it as she answered the phone.

“hello? Yes dad, I’m at 38723423455 ofsadiosadfiupo street. 5 minutes? Ok sure.”

Ah shit her fucking dad was picking her up.

“We have to be really fast because my dad is picking me up.”

I’m not sure why the fuck he was coming but I figured I better come first, ha ha.

“Get to it then!” I suggested.

She went back to stroking my cock in that perfect way up and down ohh god it felt so good. She wanted to keep making out which I agreed to because of the hand job and all.

BZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZ

Her fucking phone rang again. I told her to keep going and that I was almost done. I was racing to the cumshot as I was making out with her vigorously as I knew she’d like that. The buzzing stopped as I was reaching my climax. She kept stroking me as I kept making out with this beast when I felt that familiar tingling in my ball sack.

BZZ BZZ BZZZZZZ

The phone rang again but I was humping her hand to signal how close it was. I asked her where she wanted me to cum. I asked to do it in her mouth but she just kept stroking me while kissing. Fine. I shot cum all over her hand but a few jets went blasting up in the air. I found out the next day a couple hit my closed laptop on the coffee table. Oh well. I pulled my pants up and said THANXX and walked her down. She wanted one more kiss in the hallway so I made out with her for a short bit to show gratitude then she wrote her number down and handed it to me.

“Call me tomorrow, or sometime”

I NEVER DID HA HA HA.

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