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The sun shone brightly in the deep azure sky. A light, warm breeze pushed white, puffy clouds lazily across the horizon. The same breeze caused the ocean of grasses to ripple around the two as they walked hand in hand down the narrow path, the tan wicker basket rocking gently in his grasp.

Her long hair cascaded in an auburn shower around her shoulders, pushed lightly behind her by the breeze. Her eyes glowed brightly as she gazed at her love, smiling as if to light the universe. She admired how he looked in his tan Dockers and crisp white shirt. He looked perfect with his short, always-neat hair and nicely trimmed goatee. When he caught her looking, he flashed a warm smile and winked one of his twinkling, hazel eyes. Flooded by the rush of love and affection radiating from just his brief glance, she melted right on the spot while absentmindedly fingering both her own and his wedding ring.

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This was the first weekend they’d had alone together in several weeks and they were determined to set the stresses of everyday life aside and just cherish each other’s company.

He’d started planning for this day the moment he learned that the kids wouldn’t be around, secretly gathering special “ingredients” to help make the day more special than those they’d had recently.

After waking quietly before her and surreptitiously hiding a picnic basket in the back of their sedan, he prepared a breakfast of French toast and bacon along with a pot of freshly ground coffee. After placing all of these on a tray with a single red rose in a glass bud vase, he made his way into their bedroom where she lay sleeping.

Kissing her softly, he gently woke her. As she started to grouse and complain, he placed a finger on her lips, shushing her by saying, “I have a plan for us today. Will you trust me on this one?” Seeing the spark in her husband’s eyes, she nodded with a quizzical expression on her face.

Pulling out a black silk scarf, he smiled, saying, “I want you to wear this until I take it off of you. I made you coffee as well as breakfast and will be more than happy to feed it to you after this is on.”

She closed her eyes and smiled softly as she nodded, “I love you, honey.”

Grinning, he replied quietly while tying the scarf in place, “Je t’aime, my love.”

She heard him start the water in the bathtub before he returned with her breakfast. She savored the aroma and the flavor as he fed her, giggling sweetly when he accidentally dripped syrup or coffee down her chin and onto her breasts, necessitating that he clean her quite thoroughly using only his lips and tongue.

After breakfast was finished, he returned the tray to the kitchen and turned off the water in the tub. Returning to the bedroom he licked her lips clean as he took her soft hands in his and led her to the bathroom, assisting her into the steaming tub. The blindfold remained in place as she luxuriated under his gentle touch. Amazingly enough, she even remained relaxed while he shaved her legs and washed her hair. Although she was a little disturbed by the blindfold until he untied it in back, leaving it over her eyes, in order to finish her hair. She did, however, respect his wishes and kept her eyes closed.

After drying her off with an oversized, fluffy, white towel, he carefully applied her makeup. Having studied her numerous times, he could do her makeup almost as perfectly as she. After finishing her hair and face, he permitted her to inspect his work and make any touch-ups she deemed necessary, of which, there were few. Then, much to her surprise, he pulled out another silk scarf, this time white. With a smile on her face, she lifted her hair out of the way while he again secured her eyes from light.

He led her naked to the bedroom and sat her on the bed. He ignored her questions as he selected and put on his attire. Finally acknowledging her, he asked, “So do you trust me to dress you too?”

Chuckling, she replied, “After seeing how you dress yourself, I’m not sure I should, although it would seem that I don’t have much choice in the matter at this point.”

She could hear his smile in the warmth of his voice, “Darling, you always have a choice. If you’ll just indulge me a little while longer, I promise you that you won’t be disappointed with the results.”

While she tried to think of a suitable sarcastic remark, she listened to him walking around the room rustling clothes, opening and closing doors and drawers. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but was quite pleasantly surprised to feel his soft lips against hers. “Stand up, please,” he whispered.

She rose, his lips still against hers, his tongue tracing slow, languid, erotic circles around the inside of her mouth. As she moaned softly into his mouth, he raised her arms above her head, making sure that his hands never left her creamy, supple skin.

Her knees Antalya Escort weakened and she sighed softly as he broke their kiss and brought a light, short-sleeved sundress down over her head and arms. He kissed her tenderly and then knelt at her feet, slipping on a pair of sandals, which matched the dress perfectly.

She cleared her throat quietly several times before saying, “Um, honey? Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”

His voice filled with genuine curiosity, he replied, “What do you mean, my love?”

“I believe that you have forgotten quite an important part of my wardrobe.”

“Like what? What did I forget?”

“I generally wear a bra and panties when I dress myself.”

He laughed loudly, “I realize that, love, but no, I did not ‘forget’ them. You won’t be needing them today, but if it would make you feel better, I would be just thrilled to bring them along.”

“What do you mean ‘bring them along? ? Where are we going? I am not going anywhere like this,” her voice beginning to express not just a little bit of fear and panic.

He placed his arms around her soothingly, “Darling, you trusted me enough to marry me. You trusted me enough to be a father to our children. You trusted me enough to take care of you all. Trust me today. I will allow nothing to harm you in any way.”

“But going out in public like this? I’m sure people will be able to see right through this dress,” she said, judging the weight of the fabric.

“Only if they stare very closely will anyone be able to see anything. And then, they’d only be able to see your nipples. Nothing more.”

“Kiss me again.”

Cupping her angelic face lovingly in his warm, soft hands, he brushed her lips lightly against hers. “You have my word that nothing will happen today that you don’t want or allow. Okay?”

Stealing another kiss, she said, “Go ahead, Honey.”

She could hear the smile in his voice, “Well then, let’s go.”

He led her out the door of their home. Waiting patiently while listening to him lock the door, she savored the warmth of the sunlight as it bathed her body with its soothing rays. He took her carefully by the arm and guided her to the car and assisted her into the passenger seat.

She sat patiently as they drove, trying to calculate where they were headed based on the turns. He smiled, “I’m not taking any direct route in case you’re trying to guess what our destination is. Just continue to indulge me, we’ll be there soon.”

Trying her best to sound annoyed, she sighed and replied, “Fine.”

When the vehicle finally stopped nearly an hour later, he assisted her out of the car and took her by the left elbow. His skin was quite warm and soothing. Giving her a quick peck on the cheek, he whispered softly in her ear, “Let me guide you, my love.”

She heard a door open after a short walk and realized as they entered that they were in a shopping center. “This is just nuts, hon. I am not walking through here like this,” she stated firmly, referring to the silk blindfold still securely in place.

“I promise you we won’t be here very long, sweetheart. You’re doing just fine. If it’s any consolation, this is not somewhere we normally shop and it is well out of our neighborhood.”

As they turned into a store she heard him ask, “Is it ready yet?”

“Yes, Sir, it is,” came the reply from a feminine voice. “Would you like for me to wrap it up for you?”

“I don’t think that will be necessary, thank you,” he replied. She startled a little bit as he released her arm, the place where he had touched her feeling empty. “I’m still here, Love,” he said from behind her, “Please lift your hair out of the way.”

As she complied, she felt something slide across her neck, a weight resting against her chest. Reaching her free hand up to touch it, she felt a small, hard pendant-like object resting at the end of a chain. “Honey? What is this? What’s it for?” she asked.

Moving in front of her, he took her gentle hands in his. Kissing her soft, supple lips tenderly, he replied, “It’s a necklace with an emerald nestled in a ring of diamonds. And it’s for everything you do that makes my life such a joy. It’s for being the perfect wife and a wonderful mother. It’s for being you.”

Beaming, she threw her arms around him and kissed him, thanking him.

She could hear how pleased he was in his response, “Well, hon, we’re still not done. We’ve got one more place to go. Ready?”

She kissed him again and nodded, extending her arm so he could lead her to the car. Again they drove for a while, but this time she didn’t even bother to try to figure out where they were headed. She just sat and fiddled with the pendant that she had yet to see.

After nearly ninety minutes, she noticed that the pavement had given way to gravel. She held on to the door Antalya Escort Bayan as they continued on for another ten minutes before stopping. “Where are we now? Another mall?” she asked with a grin on her face.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “However, after I open your door, I will remove the blindfold if you wish.”

She contemplated that thought as she heard him open and then shut his door. She was acutely aware of the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling softly. So lost in her reverie, she gasped as she heard him open the sliding door. “What are you doing?” she questioned.

“Gathering supplies,” came the response. She remained still while she listened to him rustling around in the back of the van, sitting up with anticipation as she heard him slide the door shut.

“Are you ready, my love?” he asked with a smile as he opened her door.

After she nodded, he reached behind her head and untied the scarf that had served to effectively to keep his secrets for the day. He kissed her softly and lowered the sun visor so she could finally see her necklace, grinning when she gasped upon seeing it.

“Oh honey, I love it! It’s beautiful! Thank you!” she gushed as she pulled him in for a kiss.

“You’re welcome, honey. Now, would you like to eat?” he asked, showing her the picnic basket and blanket which he had stashed in the car. Taking his hand in hers, she nodded while exiting the car. She squeezed it affectionately when she saw their surroundings.

Parked in a grove of trees, individual rays of sunlight illuminated the lush green grass underfoot. Small shrubs and wildflowers dotted the clearing while squirrels flitted about, seemingly unbothered by the pair of intruders. Hand in hand, they started for a small break in the trees.

Her silent recollection of the day’s events was interrupted by the soothing sound of his voice. “How’s this?” he asked softly, indicating a small clearing in the meadow.

She smiled and kissed him gently, “Perfect, hon.”

He grinned and opened the picnic basket as he set it down. With a flourish, he pulled out a soft, white blanket and spread it on the ground, placing the basket on top of it. Taking her hand tenderly in his, he assisted her to the ground. He pulled out a bottle of white zinfandel and two glasses. Setting the glasses to one side, he popped the cork loudly and then proceeded to pour each of them a glass.

She took a sip while he pulled crackers and cheese out of the picnic basket. While she watched his hands, she couldn’t help but admire the grace in his movements, which brought thoughts of the softness of his skin against her body. She took a long drink of wine, trying to hide her smile in the bottom of the glass.

“What’s with the grin, Hon?” he inquired.

Flushing slightly, she responded coyly, “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about things.”

“Really, now? Pray tell, what sort of ‘things’ were you thinking about?” he asked, playing her game right back to her.

“Nothing of consequence, honey. But I am starving. Mind if we go ahead and eat?” she requested, closing the subject from further discussion.

His warm eyes twinkled as he answered, “Anything for you.” They ate in silence, smiling and taking turns feeding one another.

She rested her head on his chest while they lounged after the wine and cheese and looked up at the deep blue sky. He ran his fingers through her hair and then gently grazed the back of her neck, sending chills up her spine and eliciting a soft, contented sigh. “Je t’aime, love,” he whispered as she snuggled closer, aware of the pounding of his heart.

She noticed another sound and sat up slowly. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” he asked.

“Listen. What do you hear?”

Sitting up as well, he cocked his head to one side, closing his eyes to block out everything but the sounds. “It sort of sounds like running water.”

“That’s what I thought too. Come on. Let’s go check it out.”

He assisted her to her feet and retraced their path, leaving the picnic basket behind. She led the way, almost dragging him along, as they wove between trees and around bushes. Stopping suddenly about a half mile from where they started, she gasped and said simply, “Oh wow.”

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and looked with her, “It’s beautiful.”

They stood at the top of a small gorge watching a small waterfall pour over smoothly worn gray rocks. One large, old oak stood watch over the spillway on the opposite side of them, its heavier limbs having long ago broken and fallen around the banks to generously provide homes and shelters for various animals. They could see tracks from deer in the damp, mossy earth. Rocks and stones dotted the shore, weaving and intricate mosaic Escort Antalya of color on the green canvas.

Almost entranced, she picked her way carefully down the gully into the streambed with him following close behind. He plucked a small, delicate white flower from the dirt and, after breaking off half of the stem, tucked it behind her left ear and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. She gazed longingly into his eyes and kissed him sweetly with genuine gratitude. Then, getting a mischievous glint in her eyes and a playful grin on her face, she turned and faced the small pool that fed the stream after the ten-foot waterfall. He looked at her quizzically, watching her slip off the sandals she wore. His puzzled expression melted into astonishment when she strode forward delicately into the pool without removing her dress.

He stood with his mouth agape as she continued forward, making her way to where the water poured down over the rocks from above. She fanned her slender hands over the water as if spreading it out of her way while her dress clung to her like a second skin. The pool leveled out at mid chest on her at the center, becoming shallower closer to the waterfall. She stood at the fall’s base and turned to face him, a soft smile on her lips. With the water lapping at her waist, she backed under the water, her eyes never leaving his.

A smile crept across his lips as he sat on a graying dead log and watched her. She raised her arms above her head, allowing the water to cascade down her hair and body, soaking the dress, which was now transparent. Her graceful hands ran over her hair and down her neck slowly, grazing lightly against her breasts and down to her thighs. Her eyes locked on his, she carefully began to pull the dress higher, taking an eternity to do so. Completely enthralled by her angelic beauty, the only thing he could do was watch her.

Slowly she turned around as the dress continued its trek up her body. His breathing began to get heavier as the delicate curve of her back, neck, and shoulders were revealed. Arching her back to accentuate the curves, she finally pulled the dress over her head, tossing it backward in his direction. While he retrieved it, she turned back around to face him, cupping her breasts in her hands. She extended one finger and summoned him to her.

He pulled his shirt out of his slacks and started to unbutton it, gazing at her beckoning him. When he started fumbling with the small buttons as his fingers started to fail him, he gripped both sides of the shirt and pulled it open, the buttons popping off and landing in the pool making soft plinking sounds as they hit the mirrored surface of the water. He hopped on one foot then the other, pulling his loafers off and tossing them near the log upon which he had rested only moments before. Quickly, he shed the rest of his clothing, leaving it strewn on the ground behind him as he walked toward the pool.

He shivered involuntarily at the chill in the water while he crossed over to her. She in turn began a leisurely walk to him, still covering herself modestly with her slender hands. Once within reach of each other, she extended her arms to him, welcoming him into her tender embrace with a passionate kiss. His hands wandered a random path up her back and into her damp hair while his tongue sought hers in a slow, erotic waltz. Holding each other tightly, they kissed as if there would never be another one.

Her hand found their way through the damp hair on his chest and down to his growing hardness as his lips moved from her lips to her neck. She threw her head back, a sigh escaping her lips while nibbled at her neck and ear, his hands wandering over her firm nipples. Whispering, he said, “I want you.”

Her response came with a slight gasp, “You may have me, my love.”

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his lower torso, feeling safe and secure in his strong, tender arms. Magically, he slid inside of her in one slow, languid movement. Kissing her deeply, he looked into her eyes, seeing her desire, her passion, her love. They moved slowly together, savoring the ecstasy of their tender lovemaking. Rings of water rippled away from their entwined bodies as they crept toward the pinnacle of their union.

Loud moans signaled the onset of her orgasm. He continued to slide in and out of her, increasing his speed and making his rhythm and tempo more aggressive. She cried out, digging her fingernails into his back, the combination of which sending him audibly over the edge along with her.

They stood locked in their loving embrace for an eternity. She smiled lovingly and kissed him gently on the mouth. “Thank you, my love, for today.”

He smiled back, “You deserved it, darling. I love you for everything that you are.”

A lifetime later, they broke their embrace and made their way hand in hand over to where their clothes lay. He gave her his shirt to wear, throwing her soaked dress over his shoulder to carry. After dressing, they made their way up the side of the gully and back to the meadow to retrieve the picnic basket.

They took their time, strolling hand in hand.

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He was an ugly man by most anyone’s standards, but he was masterful with words, a skilled and electrifying lecturer, every class an intellectual whirlwind. There were never any free seats; everyone got to his class early. Jane had, as she always had in all her classes, selected a seat at the front of the room. Before she knew his power, before she lost herself to her helpless infatuation, she selected her seat like the teacher’s pet she was and was now always closest to him when he was at the podium.

There were too many students for him to know them all by name. He never even bothered with attendance. But she knew he knew her name, because after the first exam, when she’d handed him her exam book, he’d deliberately studied the cover. And then, as she stood there uncertainly, he’d looked up at her, winked, and whispered, “Thanks, Lady Jane.” A glorious buzzing suffused her to hear her name spoken by this man she so idolized.

On the first hot day of spring she wore very little like most girls in her class, but unlike the others she was somewhat uncomfortable with the exposure. While the other girls stretched their golden limbs like lionesses, Jane wrapped her pale arms around herself and pressed her legs tightly together, cursing the fair skin so out of place in the bronzed throng. But when he stepped to the podium and paused, just for a fraction of a second, taking her in, she knew he has noticed her. He made a real effort after that day, but several times she caught him sneaking glances, distracted. Toward the end of the class she brazenly stretched her legs in front of her and watched in delight as she struggled to avert his eyes from her creamy flesh.

The heat wave continued, and each day she dressed for class with care, wanting him to realize she had preened for him, had thought of his voice in her ear as she dressed: If it isn’t lovely Lady Jane, so beautiful, look at you, my God, I want to touch you, words that enflamed her as she hurried to class, and as she touched herself in secret late at night, alone in her bed.

Her fantasies about her professor, which had begun in earnest after the first hot day of spring, were constant. They began as romantic: they would bump into each other at the coffee house, he would grab her wrist after small talk and pull her to him, kissing her mouth so softly it was like a whisper, breathing against her, Jane, I need you, Jane, I must have you. He would take her to a field, feed her cherries, and lay her down among the wildflowers, worshipping every inch of her. Or he would declare his passion for her and whisk her off to Europe; make love to her throughout England, whispering the beautiful names: Gloucester, Leicester, Essex… each like a million little tongues on her skin. Always it was his voice that tipped her desire, claiming her completely.

Soon her fantasies grew more erotic, waking her in the night with an ache to be filled by him, so intense that her skin ached. In her dreams he touched her and teased her until she begged him, and always he looked Antalya Escort at her and said in that rich, mesmerizing voice, “Tell me what you want, Jane.” Her sleep was so disrupted that she walked around in a drowsy haze most days, able to concentrate only on her obsession with her professor.

They had a project due, and though she had no trouble with her topic she signed up for an office appointment, blushing furiously as she scribbled her name in the Friday 4PM slot, the only one left because all of her classmates would already be at the bar. She endured the lecture on the Howards by resting her head in her hands, covering her closed eyes, the better to savor the sound of his voice. That Friday, she willed herself to his office and was filled with relief to see him sitting at his desk, slightly disheveled. She had been so afraid, so irrationally afraid, that she’d approach the top of the stairs to find a dark, locked office.

And what an office it was, tucked away in the attic of Wingate Hall, but with surprising light, and the blissful, dusty smell of old books.

He was silent, smiling neutrally as she approached, half-dizzy with embarrassment and confused lust. “I came,” she blurted, and perceived just the tiniest arching of one eyebrow, a widening of his pupils, and then a smoothing over as he registered her meaning. “To talk about the project.”

“Yes,” he said. “The project. Good. Please,” he motioned to the chair next to him, “have a seat.”

“I want to explore artistic depictions of Elizabeth,” she stammered. He nodded, and she continued, explaining which portraits she’d like to use, relaxing as she spoke, her eyes never leaving his.

“Sounds fantastic, Jane,” he praised when she had exhausted the explanation of her plans. “Sounds like you have it well in hand.” He smiled at her kindly, but there was an extra warmth, she thought, and she grasped for more time. She’d done all the talking, and she’d been uncharacteristically silent, when all along she’d hoped to hear his voice so she had something to take home with her, something to use in the night when the fever kept her awake and the only way she could fall asleep was to replay his voice in her head while she fingered her cunt to orgasm after violent orgasm.

“I love this office,” she offered.

Now his smile was bemused. “As do I,” he replied. “In fact,” he continued, rising from his chair, “I usually wind up getting locked in here on Friday nights” He closed the door softly and stood at a safe distance from her.

“Is this what you want?” he asked quietly, as she stood there, chest heaving with shallow breath.

Face flaming, she shook her head no, then yes.

“Tell me.” He walked toward her slowly. “Tell me what you want.”

He was seconds away. Every inch of her burned. She tried to speak, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.

He knelt in front of her chair. “Can I tell you what I want? What I’ve wanted since I first saw you?” he was running his fingers down the sides of Antalya Escort Bayan her calves, very lightly, in feather strokes that made her weak, his eyes locked on hers.

She nodded mutely.

“I want to touch you,” he whispered in a voice she’d never heard. “Just touch you. I want to undress you, and just touch you.”

She nodded again, and he reached for the buttons on the front of her dress, loosening one button, then the next as he cleared his throat. He drew his knuckles ever so lightly across her collarbone, up the side of her neck, and smoothed it across her cheek, until she trembled, dew forming on her heated skin. Then he pushed his thumb inside her lips and she closed her eyes and suckled it, allowing him to bury it deep within her hot mouth.

With the other hand, he reached the last button on her dress and drew it slowly off her shoulders until the dress fell away at her waist, exposing a sheer white bra and her lush torso. He pulled his thumb from her lips then, unhooking the bra and springing her ample breasts free, where they stood proudly, the rosy nipples puckered dark smudges on her fair palette.

“Dear God,” he whispered, tracing his fingertips in lazy swirls around her areolas until she held her breath for fear of moaning. He cupped the undersides of her creamy globes, weighing them in his hands, squeezing them lightly, then releasing them to run his forefinger over a single nipple until she did moan, deep sound in her throat that she scarcely recognized as her own. “Jane, these are beautiful,” he said in a hushed voice. “Exquisite breasts. Just exquisite.” He continued to caress her skin, running his fingertips along her arms, down into her open palms, which curled at his touch. She collapsed back in the chair, unable to sit upright anymore, her bones jelly. She closed her eyes and arched her back as he continued touching her, cataloguing every inch of her skin with his gentle touch.

“Stand up for me,” he said finally, drawing her up from the chair as he stood up himself. She half stood, half collapsed into him, as he turned her gently around, pulled her to him with one arm around her waist, then removed her bra and slid her dress down till it swished down around her ankles. She leaned into him, dressed only in sheer lace bikini panties, her knees trembling, skin afire. She was wet, afraid that if he removed her last article of clothing that her moisture would drip down the insides of her thighs it was so abundant.

He made a strangled noise in his throat, then whispered in her ear, “I want to watch you take these off,” as he slid his finger into the waistband so she knew what he meant. He moved away from her, forcing her to hold onto the chair in order to steady herself. “Take them off nice and slow.”

She hooked her thumbs in the sides and slid them down, slowly, her hair falling down around her as she drew them down her legs and then stepped out of them. He watched her every move, his eyes dark with lust, and then he took her by the Escort Antalya hips and turned her around so she was facing away from him. He placed her hands on the back of the chair so that she was leaning over it, just slightly, her legs spread, and he ran his hands down her back, long strokes from her shoulder blades to the swell of her plump buttocks, running his fingers into the creases at the tops of her legs as he did so. With each stroke his fingertips drew closer to her aching, wet pussy, and she arched her back and spread her legs farther, wishing he would just stop touching her and fuck her.

“That’s my girl,” he said in a husky voice. “You love to be touched, don’t you, Jane? You’ve wanted me to touch you all semester, to feel this beautiful skin of yours…you’ve wanted me to touch this stunning ass…” his fingers were at the insides of her thighs now, just brushing against the moist curls and satiny entrance of her cunt, and he stopped.

“Yes,” she whispered, barely audible.

“Yes what?”

“Yes I love to be touched. Yes I’ve wanted you to touch me all semester.” The words came out in a rush. She gripped the chair and fought to keep her knees from buckling. Her breath was caught in her throat, her head buzzing, her skin feverish, his fingers still only millimeters from giving her ultimate pleasure. And then he slid two fingers into her slick channel and she swooned. She shivered and cried out as he worked his fingers almost casually, never going too deep or pulling all the way out, just wallowing in her liquid core. He touched her for what felt to her like hours, though it was merely minutes, her own ragged breath the only sound in the universe she could register. She whimpered, her little cries picking up a telltale cadence, and as they did he knelt behind her, drew his fingers out slowly, and turned her around.

She was a gorgeous picture, eyes wide and damp and unfocused, skin flushed, hair wild around her shoulders, and he was torn between continuing with his fingers and watching her face as she came or tasting her sweet juices as he lapped her to orgasm with his tongue. In the end, tasting her was too tempting, and he buried his face in her slippery folds and ran his tongue over her swollen clit two, three, four, five times until she broke, sobbing and trembling and collapsing on top of him as he held her up, his mouth pressed between her legs and his fingers digging into the cream of her thighs.

It was Jane who pulled away, shaking herself as if waking from a dream. Her brain, which had ceased to work since he started touching her, was rushing back to function at warp speed, and with it her jumble of thoughts, embarrassed and confused, brought her back to the little attic office, the man getting up from his knees, her bra on the floor. He was watching her, watching her transforming back, watching her pull her clothes on hurriedly, and he returned to his professional demeanor.

“I should go,” she said, far more steadily than she felt. “I think I’m good…with the project…”

He nodded.

She grabbed her books and backed out of the office, a hurricane of emotions whirling through her. And as she opened the door and let herself out, she realized she had left something behind as her professor tucked his lacy trophy into his pocket.

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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is the opening chapter to a short series based on a very flexible girl in the high school color guard and her college age instructor. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne

Jacquline was the smartest girl in the color guard, and many thought the hottest. She certainly was the most flexible, able to fall instantly into a full split or bend into just about any position. Jacquline was also perfectly proportioned with shapely legs, curvy hips, perky breasts and a firm ass. Add to that a cute voice, beautiful eyes, and a gorgeous smile, Jacquline had the perfect package.

Aside from color guard, Jacquline’s passion was for science. She was studying to be a veterinarian and always seemed to be learning when she wasn’t tossing a flag or practicing dance routines.

Jacquline had dated guys, but like many high school relationships, hers had been pretty tame. Her boyfriends always wanted to take things further, and Jacquline knew it, but she was very focused on her grades and her college plans, so she tended to keep guys from going too far. Making out in the car or on the sofa was usually about as far as it went.

It was rumored that Jacquline was a great kisser and could do amazing things with her tongue. Recently, she had gotten hot and heavy several times with one particular boyfriend and had perfected her blowjob skills by giving him head every time she needed to cool him down at the end of a date.

The most Jacquline had ever let him do to her though, was touch her breasts one day after school when they were having a really hot kissing session in the color guard storage room. She had taken off her shirt, and a few minutes later, reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her boyfriend was transfixed in anticipation as Jacquline glided the bra straps off her shoulders. When he saw her perfect breasts for the first time, he nearly fainted, and Jacquline rolled her eyes.

“Good grief,” Jacquline thought to herself. “High school boys are so immature. I need someone different.”

Because she was so intelligent, all the high school guys just seemed too childish for Jacquline. She needed someone a little older and more experienced. Someone like…

…Jacquline’s color guard instructor.

Her instructor wasn’t a teacher employed by the school system. He was a college student who had been hired as staff by the music director to teach the flag girls their routines. Several years older than Jacquline, the instructor was much more what she was looking for in a guy: smart, creative, mature, and gorgeous.

What Jacquline didn’t know however, was that he was just as interested in her. He had enjoyed watching Jacquline grow up over the past four years from a really cute freshman to a very hot senior. Now that Jacquline had turned eighteen, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her in all kinds of creative positions that the flexible flag girl could get into.

One day during an after school color guard practice, the girls were finishing the opening routine. Jacquline was doing rifle work during this section which ended with a toss. The instructor made sure Jacquline was placed near the front sideline so that it would be easy to watch her. For today’s practice Jacquline was wearing a tight green t-shirt tucked into a small pair of light blue soffe shorts that she had rolled over several times to highlight her shapely legs and rear.

After a few times rehearsing the toss, the guard instructor walked over to Jacquline.

“Hey Jacs,” he asked, “just how flexible are you?”

The question caught her off guard. “How do you mean?”

He answered as if he had just thought of the idea. In reality, he had been planning to have her do this all along. “As you catch the toss, I want you to fall immediately into a full split.”

Jacquline raised her eyebrows. “Are you serious?”

“Sure Jacs,” he encouraged her. “You can do it. I’ve seen you fall into splits many times.”

“Doing a split isn’t the problem,” she smiled slightly, “it’s tossing and catching a five while I go down.”

He just loved how Jacquline had said “go down”. He was so horny for her that everything she said seemed naughty.

“Well if any flag girl can do it, you can,” he said.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” Jacquline said as she went back to her position on the field.

We ran the opening routine once again. As we Antalya Escort got to the final part of the routine, Jacquline tossed her rifle high. It rotated five times and then landed completely horizontal in her hands as she spread her legs wide and instantly fell hard into a perfect full split. Jacquline smiled up at the instructor for approval.

“How was that?” She asked.

The instructor’s cock was as hard as the rifle in Jacquline’s hands.

“Wow, that was amazing,” he said, very impressed. “You made that look so easy.”

Jacquline cocked her head to one side and smiled cutely. “Well, I am very flexible.”

“I’ll say,” he said, starting to wonder if Jacquline was actually flirting with him. Playing it off for now, he turned to the rest of the guard. “Let’s run it again, girls.”

For the rest of the rehearsal, the guard instructor kept intentionally running the end of that routine over and over to enjoy watching Jacquline fall into full splits again and again. It was a huge turn on for him as the hot, flexible flag girl became his personal eye candy. He made Jacquline spread her legs wide so many times that he felt like he could come just watching her.

Every now and then after a great catch, Jacquline would smile and give a little wink to her instructor followed by an occasional “come hither” look. Every time she teased him it made his cock twitch. Jacquline knew he was making her do this on purpose so he could get off on watching her do splits over and over. The thought of being objectified in this way was kind of a turn on for Jacquline. There was a slightly submissive element to being told what positions to get into and Jacquline found she rather enjoyed it.

It didn’t help either that every time Jacquline fell into her splits, her panties were riding up her tight little ass and gripping her pussy. A few times her instructor even saw Jacquline discretely place the head of her rifle between her legs and grind it up against her pussy, rolling her hips in tiny circles as the horny flag girl humped her own color guard equipment.

Every now and then, Jacquline would catch her instructor looking as she discretely masturbated herself with her rifle. She made a point of flashing him a little secret smile as if to say “I know EXACTLY what you’re doing.”

At one point, the flag girl closed her eyes and moaned softly, her legs quivering as she held her full split.

“Mygod, did she just orgasm?” the instructor thought to himself.

The slightly naughty look Jacquline gave her teacher after she noticed him watching told him that he would never know for sure.

At the end of rehearsal, Jacquline took her time packing up her guard bag, making sure that she was the last one on the field. After the rest of the girls had left, and Jacquline was sure no one was around, she called to her instructor.

“So, did you enjoy undressing me with your eyes?” Jacquline said playfully.

“What the…” The instructor stopped mid-sentence when he turned around and saw Jacquline in her full split again, this time with her hands on her hips and flashing a very cute smile. She had purposely arched her back to make her perfect breasts stand out underneath her t-shirt.

“I sure enjoyed it,” Jacquline said as she crossed her arms at the waist and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. “It really turned me on to have you telling me what to do with my body and then making me do it over and over again…just so you could watch.”

He tried to respond but was transfixed by Jacquline’s rack. Her young teenage breasts were so perky and pushed up beautifully by her bra. She was wearing a really cute bra too, light blue with white flowers.

“Well…are you just going to stand there?” Jacquline asked placing her hands back on her hips. “Being in this split puts me at the perfect height for you to use me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Use you…how?”

Jacquline rolled her eyes and smiled. “Come on silly, what do you think flag girls are for? We love gripping a long…hard…pole.”

“Ohmygod, this is really happening,” he thought to himself. The instructor’s cock twitched as he walked over to his student, their eyes locked on each other. As he stood directly in front of Jacquline, the flag girl reached up and began undoing his trousers.

“Just to warn you,” Jacquline said, unzipping his pants and tugging them down, “I set new standards for giving blow jobs, so brace yourself.”

He swallowed hard.

Jacquline reached into his boxers and pulled out his rock hard cock, flashing a smile and tilting Antalya Escort Bayan her head to one side.

“Ready?” she asked, almost as a dare.

He shivered as Jacquline gently handled his member with her soft hands, delicately caressing his long shaft. Unable to put two words together, he nodded quickly and prepared to have his cock teased, sucked, and drained by his fantasy girl.

Looking up at her instructor with beautiful doe-like eyes, Jacquline took hold of his large shaft and guided it towards her beautiful soft lips.

“Let me show you how good I am with THIS pole,” the flag girl said giving his trembling cock a few slow pumps as a tease. He felt Jacquline’s warm breath on his member as she parted her lips and teasingly licked the head.

“Oh,” he shivered at the first touch from her moist tongue. Jacquline smiled to herself as she gave his pulsating shaft tiny little licks and kisses, just to tease him for what was to come.

Then, taking her time, Jacquline ran her warm wet tongue slowly up and down his shaft, starting with the sensitive underside of his trembling cock, moaning in pleasure as she played a cruel, cruel game with his nerves.

“Oh Jacs…” he shuddered as she tortured his member. “Jacs, what are you doing to me?”

“Shhh,” she whispered between her little kisses. “Just enjoy it.”

Jacquline absolutely loved the control she had over her instructor. “Men are so adorable,” she thought to herself as her continual teasing pulled desperate pleas and whimpers from him. “All it takes is a cute girl toying with a guy’s member and we can have anything we want from them.”

Jacquline, eager to show her instructor what other tricks she knew, took just the head of his cock in her warm, moist mouth and began swirling her amazing tongue around and around, hitting so many nerves at once.

“Oh fuck, Jacs!” he gasped as the senior girl had him completely under her control. As Jacquline continued to swirl her tongue around his cock, she slowly began taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth, essentially spiraling down his rod with her tongue like a corkscrew.

“Mygod,” he whispered to himself, overwhelmed by the sensation of his member being enveloped by the flag girl’s warm moist tongue. His cock was large, but Jacquline didn’t seem to have any problem taking it into her mouth, her soft lips closing firmly around the shaft.

“Mmmm,” Jacquline moaned as she began bobbing her head back and forth in a steady rhythm.

He looked down and saw Jacquline’s doe-like eyes staring up at him. She looked so submissive in a full split with her shirt off as she went down on his cock.

“Mygod she’s good at this,” he thought to himself as Jacquline’s eyes stayed locked on his as if she were looking for her instructor’s approval.

It was all an act though. Jacquline was the one in charge, and they both knew it. She was playing a game with his sanity as her amazing tongue fluttered, then swirled, and then gripped his large hard shaft sending huge jolts of pleasure through his entire body.

“Mygod, Jacs,” he was practically begging, “please don’t stop.”

“Um umm,” the flag girl shook her head as she began bobbing faster and faster.

“Oh…my…god…” he gasped as the teasing became torture. His fantasy girl was giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. For years the one thing he’d always dreamed of having was Jacquline’s beautiful warm, moist mouth sucking on his fully erect cock, and now it was really happening.

“AHH!!” The instructor cried out as Jacquline switched from bobbing back and forth to one long pull of massive suction. Not allowing him any time to recover, Jacquline immediately went back to bobbing at a frantic pace, enveloping his entire cock over and over again.

“Oh fuck!” He trembled as Jacquline curled her tongue around his shaft and gripped it tight, giving her instructor another long pull of massive suction.

“Fuck, Jacs! How are you doing that!?!” He felt like he was going to explode as the flag girl alternated between giving him full rapid pulls and long slow suctions. It was torture, and he never wanted it to end.

Continuing to suck massively on his over-sensitive member, Jacquline reached behind her back with both hands and unhooked her bra. Her instructor stared in amazement as Jacquline glided the bra straps off her shoulders and freed her breasts from their confinement.

Tossing her bra aside, Jacquline quickly went back to torturing his shaft with her tongue. She cupped her cute, firm breasts and looked up at him with Escort Antalya timid eyes.

“So, what do you think?” Jacquline asked between licks and sucks. “Aren’t my breasts amazing?”

“Mygod Jacs…those…AH!…those breasts…AAHH!…are perfect.” He could barely get the words out, his entire body trembling as Jacquline continued her all out assault on his member. Her flexible legs still in their full split, Jacquline began kneading her breasts and squeezing her nipples, moaning in pleasure as her amazing tongue wrapped around the over sensitive head of her instructor’s cock and sucked it hard.

“AHHH!!! Oh please Jacs…this is tortureAHH!!!” He begged in desperation. “Please don’t stop! PLEASE keep going!!!”

Jacquline loved having so much control over her instructor. During color guard practice, he was always in charge and telling her what to do. Now, she had complete power over him. One tiny lick, one little suck, and he was trembling with torturous pleasure, begging her to send him over the edge. Jacquline could have asked him for anything she wanted at that moment and he would have done it.

“Men are so simple,” Jacquline thought to herself as she sucked and licked and relentlessly teased. “All girls have to do is torture a guy’s cock and he’ll become a trembling, begging, mess.”

“OHGOD!!! JACS!!! PLEASE!!!!” Abandoning all dignity, the instructor cried out to the sky as the teenager put her arms around his waist for leverage and forced his shaft all the way down her throat.

(gluh gluh gluh gluh gluh) Jacquline’s head bobbed back and forth, forcing her instructor’s cock to hit against the back of her throat with each thrust.

“OH FUCK!!!!!” He screamed as the flag girl deep throated his huge shaft, taking in everything as her head bobbing went into overdrive.

(gluh gluh gluh gluh gluh)

“FUCK JACS!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!!! OHGOD PLEASE!!!!”

(gluh gluh gluh gluh gluh)

Jacquline kept going, refusing to let up. She absolutely loved pulling these wonderful screams of ecstasy out of her instructor, and she wanted him to never forget who it was that made him beg for it.

Then, Jacquline swallowed.

“OHMYGOD!!!!!” he screamed as Jacquline’s throat closed around his tortured cock, causing every sensitive nerve ending in his member to be hit at the same time. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Jacquline literally pulled the orgasm out of him with the most amazing suction from her mouth and throat. He tried to pull back out of reflex but Jacquline held him tight, forcing his liquid to fire down her throat again and again.

“AAAAAHHH!!!!!!!” he let out a primal scream as his fantasy girl drained every last drop of liquid from his unbelievably over-sensitive cock. Jacquline looked up at him with her doe-like eyes, watching her instructor have the most powerful orgasm of his life.

“Ohgod! Ohgod!!!” He said over and over as Jacquline continued to suck on his completely drained but overly sensitive shaft, the lances of pleasurable agony so intense that had she not been holding him, his legs would have given out.

Jacquline brought him down slowly, bobbing her head in ever slower and longer pulls, each one sending little aftershocks of pleasure through his entire body. He twitched and gasped with each stroke as the teenager gradually slowed down to bring him back to reality.

Finally, she pulled away, letting his cock go and leaving him a whimpering, trembling mess.

He shuddered, unable to speak as Jacquline unwrapped her arms from his waist and got up from her split with just as much ease as she had spreading her legs earlier.

The instructor fell to his knees, exhausted and unable to put two words together.

Jacquline smiled and rolled her eyes again.

“Men are so cute,” she said, putting her bra back on over her gravity defying breasts.

“Jacs…” he finally managed to speak. “That…was…”

Jacquline put her hands on her hips and finished the sentence for him. “…amazing, fantastic, unbelievable, the hottest and most intense blowjob you’ve ever had?”

All he could do was nod.

Jacquline giggled, put her t-shirt back on, and picked up her color guard bag. Leaving her instructor on the field, exhausted and in complete awe, the high school flag girl turned to walk away, looking back over her shoulder at him.

“You’re welcome.” Jacquline said, flirting with her eyes. Then, as if she were telling him a secret, she added. “You should see what other positions I can get into.”

***

A lot of time went into writing this chapter, so if you enjoyed it, please give it some stars. I’ll always write more if the ratings are good because it means people are enjoying themselves. Please have fun reading my other stories as well, and I hope all of you remember to love yourselves as well as others. — xoxo Daphne.

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It’s Your Birthday!

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Amateur

What were you thinking? It’s your birthday! Why did you go to that show all by yourself? …Because you had planned to spend the evening with your man, but he got held up at a job down south, so instead you went to the concert by yourself. No big deal, it was fun, but now riding back on the train from the city you feel lonely and a little down.

Though that cute guy across the aisle keeps looking at you. You get caught looking yourself, and you blush, smile, and look down. He slides over, and small-talks you up. He’s cute, tall (probably – you can’t tell really since he’s sitting) dark hair, goofy smile, ears that are slightly too big, nose slightly too small. But a nice square jaw, and man, he has just the amount of brawn to him that makes you tingle.

The train seems slow this evening. He talks away, turning to smile at you every time he says something that he thinks is funny, checking to see if you are enjoying yourself. The train lurches into a stop and he is thrown gently against you. His big hand pops out to protect you, and then comes to a rest on your knee.

You look at that hand. You imagine what it would be like to feel it between your legs, rubbing you slowly, and you have a sneaking suspicion tonight you aren’t going to be a good girl. Hey, it’s your birthday. You can do what you want.

He’s looking at you now, and you grab his shirt with one cute little hand and pull him close to you, kissing him suddenly and deeply. He nose-gasps – you Antalya Escort know, breathes in quickly through his nose, since you are occupying his mouth. But he settles into it, and pretty soon you two are making out at the back of the train like teenagers.

He’s got his hands all over you. He pushes you up against the end of the seat – hard. His hand slides up the back of your leg and under your ass, squeezing you firmly. You kiss him back, running your hands over his legs, which you can tell are strong. You let one hand slide over his crotch (real casual like) and you can feel a massive hard on. You press more firmly against it, rubbing him through his pants. He breathes heavily against you. You undo his crotch and slide your hand down past the elastic of his underwear, you take him in your hand, and stroke him. It’s all hot and hard and throbbing in your hand. And it is just a lovely size. Your head is swimming with visions of him filling you up.

You push him back, and pull his cock out. You take him in your mouth and he groans loud enough that you are worried the people towards the front of the car will hear. But that doesn’t stop you as you slide slowly up and down that beautiful shaft, feeling it pulse with each pass of your lips. You are gentle and slow – you don’t actually want him to cum, you just want to get close enough to his cock to imagine it inside you.

The train is at another stop, and suddenly you are telling him this Antalya Escort Bayan is your stop! You almost missed it in your cock-filled daze. You grab his hand, and lead him towards the train doors. He follows, trying to close his pants with one hand around his raging boner.

You lead him to your car, and while you fumble with the keys, he takes control of you. He pushes you up against the car, pressing hard up against you as he kisses you. He slides his hands under your ass and lifts you and you obligingly spread your legs. You kiss him back as he presses his cock against you.

He lays you gently back on the hood of your car. His hands slide up your legs, up under your skirt, lifting it as he goes. He reaches your panties, and grabs then with both hands and rips them open. Then he’s on his knees in the semi-lit, mostly empty parking lot, licking your pussy like it’s the best birthday cake he ever tasted.

He slides his tongue along your clit, over and over, making you wriggle and moan on the hood of your car. And then suddenly he has a finger inside you. Then another. Then a third. Then he’s licking your pussy and finger-fucking you furiously. It feels so good, you grab his hair in your fists, and moan out loud not caring if some late night dog-walker hears you.

And then you are cumming, squeezing his head between your thighs. But he forces his way in, and keeps licking you, pushing you past an orgasm, and into another. Finally Escort Antalya you manage to push his head away. He looks at you grinning, his chin soaked with your pussy, and tells you you are the best pussy he’s ever tasted.

His smile vanishes and he grabs you, and turns you over, flipping you as easily as a pancake. (You are certainly feel like a hot griddle with smacking drops of water popping off it.) His hands are on your ass, your hips, your stomach, your tits. And then his cock is pushing hard and thick against your pussy lips. You cry out, begging him to put it in you. But he doesn’t heed what you want. He smacks your ass and tells you how much he loves it. He loves your curves, your cute little tits. He tells you he loves your smile, and the sounds you make when he licks your pussy. And then he grabs your arms and holds them behind your back, and finally he slides his cock into you.

He fucks you slowly at first, then more quickly. And then he pulls out, still holding your arms behind you, and smacks your ass again.

And then he’s fucking you like a maniac. Pounding it into you. Pulling your hair, twisting your nipples. You wonder what you’ve got yourself into. But it still feels so good. You love being fucked so hard. You cum again on his cock as it thrusts deep into you. But seeing you cum from his hard thrusting cock is all he can take, and he’s suddenly pushing you down hard against your car, cumming inside you, holding you as his cock throbs and squirts, forcing you to take all of him.

And as he pulls out, his cum drips from you, and from his cock. As he zips up he smiles at you. You smile shyly at him and tell him it’s your birthday. And he says, “oh, if I had known that, I would have brought you a present.”

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Ass

Having been chatting on line for some time now, finding someone to share a sexual fantasy was not a hard thing to do.

His name was Chris. He was just as interested in having hard core sex as I was. And, sharing me with his friends worked well for us both.

We had been chatting on and off for some time now. Two, maybe three years. He knew I was on the edge, but then I would chicken out at the last minute. He got pretty pissed off, and I can’t say that I blamed him. But, finally, I was ready. I saw him on line, and told him that. He laughed at me, and said I would only back out again. I promised him I would not. Not to take any chances that he would humiliated once again in front of any of his friends, he said that the first time, it would have to be one on one with him. If it all went well, then my fantasy would come true.

A day was chosen. Only two days away. Hopefully not enough time for me to think about it, and back out, for what would be my last chance.

He had given me specific instructions on how I should be prepared for him. My skin smooth, and my pussy shaved. I hate doing that, but I had to prove to him I was serious.

It was Monday morning. We both had the day off. We agreed to meet in the late morning in the parking lot of a shopping center near his condo. I would follow him in my car to his place.

I was up early and in the shower. I made sure my legs and pussy were shaved close. Following my shower, I used a light scented lotion. Not too heavy, but enough to arouse a desire in him. Dressing was casual. Jeans and a blouse. Of course under that I had on matching bra and panties.

He lived about 45 minutes away from me. I kept my nerves as calm as I could. But the excitement was building inside me. As well as between my legs. I knew by the time I got to him, I would have soaking wet panties.

Pulling into the parking lot, I saw his truck. He spotted me as well, and smiled. We had exchanged pictures, so I had an idea of what he looked like, as he did I. Neither of us were disappointed.

I pulled up along side his truck and he got out. He smiled, and leaned down to my window. “Nice to see that you finally decided to join me.” he said with a grin.

I smiled back and said “me too.”

He jumped back in his truck, and told me to follow him. It would be a short ride to his place.

He pulled his truck into a nice condo complex. Nice cars in the parking places, with neat grounds.

He directed me to park my car next his truck.

I got out of the car, and he was there taking me by the hand, leading me into the front door. He lived on the first floor, so we were inside his place in just a matter of a minute. He threw his keys on the table in the entrance way, and put mine there as well.

Looking around, it was defiantly a man’s place. Nothing frilly and no knick knacks. Very basic and easy to keep clean. Before I could walk too much further, two big brown labs came bounding into the living room to greet me. One had his nose between my legs sniffing. Chris laughed, and had to pull them both away, putting them in another room.

He knew I was nervous, and I knew he was horny. He grabbed me by the hand Antalya Escort and sat me on his big cushy couch, pinning me down with his body. His lips were on mine, and his hands were squeezing my tits. I could feel his cock hard against my leg. It did not take him long to get my blouse unbuttoned and pulled out of my jeans. And, with one swift move, he moved my bra up over my breasts and had one in his mouth. I let out a moan, and he knew he had me.

Before I knew it, he stood up grabbed my hands and pulled me up with him.

“The bed,” he said, “is much more comfortable.”

His bedroom was like the rest of the house. A man’s bedroom. Big flat screen tv, with porn DVD’s stacked up next to it. The bed was a king size. And, as he had told me, there on the head board, were wrist restraints.

I stood there, holding my blouse closed around me. I knew it would do me no good to try and be modest now, but by nature that is how I felt. I watched as he turned on the tv and slipped one of his DVD’s in. I remembered one of our conversations, him telling me how he loved to have a porn flick playing in the back round while having sex. He came back over to me and took off my blouse. And reaching around the back of me, with one quick flick, my bra was off as well. It did not take him long to undo my jeans and pull them and my panties off. All were tossed in a pile.

Again, like down stairs, he took me in his arms, this time, backing me to the bed and pushing me down. I was laying down, with him on top of me. Once he knew I was on the bed, he stood up, took his tee shirt off and jeans. His cock sprung out big and hard. The size of his cock took me by surprise. I guess I never asked how big he was, and he never volunteered the information.

He got on the bed, and pushed me to the middle. His mouth devouring my tits. His hands roaming down my legs to my pussy. He laughed when he felt how easily his fingers could move into me so easily. I was that wet! And how nice his fingers felt. I spread my legs wide for him. His fingers pushed up inside me. Two, then three, moving in and out of me. His mouth never left my nipples, biting them harder and harder. Waiting to see how much he could get away with. So far, I was letting him bite harder then I had ever let any other man. And, I was loving it. I was arching my back and pushing my hips up and down as he finger fucked me. I was in heaven, and he knew he had me. There was no turning back. Ever.

He pulled his fingers out, and smeared my juices all over my mouth, and then shoved his fingers inside my mouth. “Suck my fingers, and taste your own juices.” he said to me. “For the rest of the day, you will be my whore.” “My slut. You will do whatever I tell you to do.” I nodded in agreement.

He looked down at me, and with once quick move, he slapped the side of my thigh, hard. “That is not how you answer me, is it?”

“No sir” I replied.

“That’s better my little slut.” “Now, again, you will do whatever I tell you to do?”

“Yes sir” I said, with my voice shaking.

“Good girl”

He rolled off me, and took his cock in his hand. “You know what you are to do, so get to it!” I Antalya Escort Bayan crawled between his legs, and took his cock in my mouth. “Mmmmmm, that’s a good girl. Take it. Lick it like a nice fat lolly pop. And watch your teeth!”

I moved my tongue around his cock. Licking it up and down. Swirling it around the pee hole, and moving all the way down, and then back up. He was groaning with pleasure. His cock tasted good, and his scent was a clean man scent. I could taste his pre cum in my mouth. I lapped it up. “Take it deep” he said, as he pushed my head down almost choking me. I panicked, and started to gag. He pulled my head by my hair and laughed. “Come on, do it again. You were doing so well.” I smiled and went back down on him. Moving my head up and down sucking on it. He was moaning. I thought he was going to cum. But, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up and off him.

He moved himself on me, and started kissing me once again on the lips. Moving down my neck and biting my tits again. Then shoving the breast into his mouth. First one, then the other. Moving his mouth down my stomach and finally reaching my bald spot. He pushed his nose into my pushy and took a deep breath. Pushing my legs apart, he started eating me. Tonguing me. And, again, finger fucking me. He was taking my lips between his teeth, and pulling them out. Then he found my clit. He sucked on it, and bit it lightly. It sent me over the edge. I have never had an orgasm that intense before. And, somehow I think he knew it. I was panting and trying to catch my breath. He never stopped. He kept licking and nibbling on me. His tongue was everywhere. I knew his face had to be soaking wet by now.

It did not take me long to find out. Before I knew it, he was up and over me, rubbing his face all over me. I could not only feel my juices but I could smell the scent of hot wet sex.

He rolled off of me. “Turn around, face the tv, and get on your knees. You are going to feel me fuck you like the bitch you are, while you watch the movie.” I turned, but not fast enough for him. He gave my ass a hard slap. I started to pull away, but before I could move too far, he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me back. “O no, slut, you are mine.” SLAP, again I felt the sting again and again. Then he grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back. I could feel his cock hard and pressed up against me.

“NOW,” he said, “the fun really begins. And with one quick push, he cock was in me to the hilt. He pulled it most of the way out, and then thrust it back in. It was done with such force, I was sure I would be sent flying across the room. But, by the way he had me by the hair, I knew he would not let that happen.

“Feel what I do to you” he said, “and keep watching the movie. Do you see what he is doing to her, that’s just what is going to happen to you.” I looked up and saw the girl on the bed, being fucked hard. She was fighting it, but I was not. He was pounding me. Hard. I could feel every inch of him in me. “Tell me how much you love this. Say you want me to fuck you hard. Say it!”

“Fuck me hard, Sir, I want you to fuck me. I love it.”

“Mmmmm, now that’s a good slut.”

Once Escort Antalya again his hand came down hard on my ass. Once, twice, three and then a final forth time. “Yes, now there is a nice red ass.” he said.

He pulled his cock out of me. I felt him rub it up and down the crack of my ass. Then, he pushed one of his fingers in to my ass, and his cock back into my pussy. He worked them in and out together. Again, he moved his cock to my hole and spread my juice around it. This time, he put in two fingers. I told him, I did not think I was ready for that, and he just laughed. He leaned down to my ear, and whispered, “you are very ready for this. Just watch the girl on the screen. You are going to get just what she is getting.”

Just then, I felt his cock press up against my hole. He pushed it in. Just a little. Then he pulled it back, and pushed it in further. I could feel the pain, and tried to move away, but he would not let me. “Just hold on little girl, you are going to love this. Trust me.”

“Yes sir,” was my reply.

He moved his cock around, pushing it in deeper and deeper. Somehow, it passed the point, where it stopped hurting, and began to feel good. I actually found my self pushing back. “See baby, I told you. It’s nice, isn’t it.”

“Mmmmm,.” was all I could say.

One final push, and he was in. I could feel his balls pressing up against my ass. Then he started the rhythm of moving in and out of my ass. The feeling of his cock, hard, and thick inside me, was so good. I never knew it could be that good. The girl on tv was enjoying as much as I was. Chris was filling me up more than any other man had before.

He was moving faster now. I was sure he was not going to last too much longer before he filled my ass with his cum. And, that is just what I wanted. I wanted him to cum hard.

It did not take long. He gave one final push and let out a deep growl, pumping his sweet cum into me. I could feel the heat of him spreading through me. Filling me up.

He held his cock inside of me, making sure every drop was in me. Finally, he moved away from me, falling back with his head on the pillow. He patted the bed next to him, meaning for me to lie down next to him. We ere both out of breath.

“How is that sweet ass of yours?”

Taking a deep breath, “fine,” I replied.

As we laid there, I could hear the movie in the background.

Just the, I heard the door bell ring, and Chris looked down at me, and smiled. I thought it was from the tv, but he got up, and said

“hmm…must have some company.”

“I did not think we were having anyone else over today?” I said.

“Well,”he said, its me that does the thinking here. Just remember that girl. If I say you and I are going to have company, then we will have company.”

“But” I said, “I don’t think I am ready for that. I wanted just one on one first.”

He turned around and put his jeans on. I started to get up to grab my clothes, but he moved faster then me. He pushed me down, and before I could try to get up again, he pushed me up against the head board, locking first my right wrist then my left, into the restraints.

“There now” he said. “You just relax up here for a few minutes.”

He moved towards the bedroom door, just as the bell rang again. With a quick wink, he was gone. I just laid there feeling his cum leaking out of my ass, knowing there would be more cum to come…

To be continued…

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We ended up at one of the clubs inside the casino. I watched the people around us and I could see she was getting more than a few looks. Why wouldn’t she be I thought with a smile? She was something to look at. She looked more than good in her red dress. It was long enough to almost hit the floor but slit up both sides practically to her waist.

Her legs, smooth, soft, and tone flashed suggestively in and out, the slits of the dress falling around them as she moved. Her thighs blending into her hips, full, and curved just right to stretch the soft red fabric. It clung its way up her body from there, covering her while leaving nothing to the imagination. Flowing over her taught stomach without a wrinkle, stretching defiantly over her full, firm D cup breast, culminating at the low-cut neckline, showing just enough to suggest at what awaited underneath.

Then there was her face, anyone watching could not help but to notice how beautiful she was. Her soft, inviting skin, over her neck, flowing, past a defined jawline, over flush cheeks and stopping at her eyes. Nobody would ever get past her eyes. They were a clear, captivating grey green you would have a hard time tearing your gaze from. But eventually you would look away, if only to watch her move.

She swayed her body across the floor and it brought her to people’s attention and I was proud to have her in my arms. I was enjoying being the guy with the girl. It was awesome to watch her move. She had a way about her that would leave anyone mesmerized when she let go. The term “care free” is one that I would have never used to describe her, at least not until tonight.

She danced with an abandonment of anything going on in her life, at that instant it was just her, the music and the emotion that was driving her body to move.

Nothing else existed in that moment, not even me. I was an object, a prop that she draped her body around but her eyes were closed and she was lost in herself. I was just along for the ride and I was ok with that because as I knew she would, she eventually came back to me. She opened her eyes and smiled, almost as if surprised to find me there holding her, watching her. She smiled and then took off in my arms, this time including me, laughing as we moved.

I love to watch her smile and laugh as we slid around the floor. As the night passed we drank, shouted our conversation over the pulse of the music and we danced. She moved in and out of my arms losing herself to the night, wrapping herself up in the music. Releasing the bad energy she had been carrying in her for who knows how long. It was truly the perfect way to end the night.

We went back to the room after a while. She stopped me at the door and turned me so that we were facing each other. I wrapped my arms around her waist, slowly sliding fingers over the silky soft material that had hid what I lusted for all night. She snaked her arms around my neck, trailing long, sharp nails across my skin, running them up the Antalya Escort back of my neck, smiling knowingly.

My eyes closed as my lips parted just enough to let escape the sound of barley contained lust. Then she kissed me. This kiss was not one of suggestion, she was not kissing me goodnight. She was telling me in electrified silence that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and that I would have her. She played her fingers thru my hair as we stood wrapped up in each other.

I tried to take in everything about her but it was a senses overload.

I felt her pressed against me, pulled up tight to me, her body, soft wonderful goodness wrapped around tone, sculpted muscle. I could feel her excited, taut with anticipation, the energy moving and flowing as I held her to me. I inhaled her scent and basked in the heat she gave off. She smelled awesome and I was almost drunk with it. I listened to her slow but heavy breath and the little noises she made as she kissed me raise more than just goosebumps on my skin. They were the sounds of desire, of an almost primal need. She breath out whimpers of yearning, inhaled gasps of lust as we kissed.

I wrapped up all me senses with everything about her and it had my head swimming. I came back from ecstasy just enough to reach back and push the door the rest of the way open and she moved us in. She walked us backwards thru the door and I took the liberty of kicking it closed behind her. Our lips never parted from each other and our hands never stopped moving.

She guided us backwards and I bumped into the bed falling back on it, wrapped in my arms, she followed me down, landing with a pleasing oomph on top of me. I scooting back, getting all the way on, dragging her with me. She laid herself along my length, following me as I scooted. She fit her body to mine and we fit well. Every curve had a hollow and everything that touched felt as if it belonged together.

She kissed me voraciously as I wrapped my arms around her, needing to pull her into me tighter, wanting nothing between us. My hands traveling, exploring. Fingers intertwined with her hair. It was soft and silky but disheveled from my attentions. I grabbed it, fingers lost in golden strands. I pulled on it just enough to extract a whimper before moving on. My hands followed the curve of her back, over her ass, full and firm, the slits in her dress parting around her legs to bunch up between them to leave most of her sensual and inviting thighs exposed.

I found smooth, hot, and captivating skin pulled tight over lean muscle. Moving first one, then the other, both fitting just right under her almost perfect cheeks, cupping them, squeezing a moan out of her. She opened her legs more, rendering the skirt of the dress almost useless as a covering. I took my cue and roughly pulled at the material, bunching it up in my hands, pulling it up, exposing her to the waist as she wriggled and moved to help me with the front. She parted her legs, free of constraints Antalya Escort Bayan now, inviting my thigh to find her, giving herself something to caress herself on, grinding herself on me.

My hands moved up her thighs, over her panties, wanting to feel all of her. She felt me hard against her, she moved to rub her leg on me. Her tongue sliding between my lips, her breath and soft cries of need and lust colliding with my exhaled moans. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me to her. She bit my lip, fighting for control because I knew she wanted me inside her just as much as I did. Gaining some self-control, eventually she straddled me, arching her back as far as she could as she sat up, prolonging the touch of her lips to mine before we broke apart.

Her palms on my chest, rising and falling with exertion. Her own breath coming in heavy pants. Her thighs on each side of me, knees on the bed, dress bunched uselessly around her hips she looked down at me hungrily but in control now. Sitting over me with the smile of a predator, she was a cat, playing with her catch before she consumed it. I stared up at her, the need to control fighting with the desire to be consumed by this creature. My hands moved to her waist, sliding slowly over her hips as if promising to return as she started to slowly move, grinded herself down on me.

I watched her eyes, hypnotic and intense with concentration. Her fingers spread on my chest, helping her balance, my hands on her waist helping her move. I was trying to push thru my jeans, I was so hard against her wanting to be inside her but refusing to stop what we were doing to make it happen. She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing herself on me rhythmically. I pushed up, knowing she was wet even thru our clothes. I could feel her thru my jeans, almost nothing between us but still enough to keep us apart. She stopped her movements all of a sudden, she smiled as I looked up, expecting, not knowing what she would do next.

Looking down at me teasing, watching my face, her eyes on mine, she reached down, torturously slow, grabbed her dress, pulled it over her head and let it go in midair. It fell to the bed next to us, instantly forgotten as I took in her naked perfection. All her beauty there for me to feast on. Her breast big, heavy and full. Soft skin, and alluring, white against her tan. They hung just perfect, nipples hard tempting little rocks, darker but still a soft pink. Calling to be taken into my mouth, reaching down to me, enticing.

She planted her hands anew on my chest, looking down at me, her breast dancing between us she resumed to move.

I watched as she swayed, slow at first finding her rhythm again almost instantly. She hung her head in concentration, closed her eyes and moved her hips as I pulled her down to me as hard as I could. She was grinding herself on me, panties soaked with her juices. My hands wrapped around her waist, pushed myself up into her, rubbing myself against her, hard but still Escort Antalya fully clothed, finding my place nestled between her thighs. Her paced picked up and I matched her, stroke for stroke with enthusiasm, grinding ourselves into a frenzy like adolescences on her parent’s couch.

Her breathing changed, coming faster, her soft moans of pleasure morphing into whimpers of need, little short gasps of anticipation as she dug her nails into my chest almost painfully. Bunching up my shirt, undoubtedly leaving scratches but that was the last thing on my mind. I reached around her a little, sliding my hands over the smooth skin of her back and pulled her to me, fighting against her momentum, she was pushed herself against me for leverage as she rocked her hips back and forth. Forcing her closer, I reached up to her big, swaying breast and took one of those perfect little nipples into my panting mouth. She inhaled sharply as I surprised her with a playful little bite and moaned with pleasure the next moment as I sucked on it.

I played my tongue around, flicking it, alternating this with mischievous little bites, being rewarded with whimpered cries of delightful pain. She picked up her pace, giving up some leverage to give me more of her breast, pushing her nipple to me now, wanting, needing to feel my mouth wrapped around her. I took in as much of it in as possible. Her hips were moving as if there was nothing between us, her grinding strides getting longer, harder, and faster contradicting her cries that were getting shorter, sharper, and louder.

We came together, her breathless screams drowning out my muffled moans.

With her nipple still in my mouth, my cries came out around her hard little button. As we both expelled the last shred of shared energy, we clung to each other, her pausing mid grind, nails dug in to my chest thru my shirt, me freezing mid stroke, pushing myself into her, lost in my release. I was gripping her waste so hard I had to be leaving marks. Each lost in our own orgasm, waves of pleasure rising and crashing over and over. Eventually after what seemed like an explosion of sensation eternally paused in time, we started to move together again, gradually, each clawing out every last drop of unmeasurable pleasure we could before the inevitable collapse.

She fell to me like a loosed puppet, her nipple slipped slowly out of my mouth as I fell back onto the bed, having been holding myself up a little to take her in. She slowly unclenched her fist now trapped between us, letting my shirt go. Moving her palms from their place, putting them flat on the bed, resting one each side of my head she lay herself flat against me. Her naked body, save for soaked thru panties, pressing down, her nipples still hard, against my chest, still completely clothed. Her legs were straddling me, her face now buried in my neck. Our breath, both heavy but slowing as we lay there. She lay on me, panting, my arms making their way around her. She eventually spoke, her voice muffled against me.

“What?” I asked, still trying to gain some semblance of control over my breathing.

She put her seductive lips to my ear and as she lay there, breath out the words,

“Take your fucking clothes off.”

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Here I was, boarding a plane headed for a remote island resort in the South Pacific for a two-week vacation. The odd part of this scenario is that I don’t like flying, I could not afford a vacation, and I didn’t really want to go to the South Pacific. So why was I here?

I won the trip in a contest sponsored by one of the parts houses that I buy parts from for my auto shop. A dumb contest, as it was for one and not a couple. That part didn’t really matter to me, as I was single and unattached. I wasn’t going to accept the contest win, but I hadn’t been on a vacation of any kind for about ten years and figured what the hell, I’d go.

The flight to Manila in the Philippines was uneventful, in fact somewhat boring. It was a long flight and allowed me to almost finish the book that I picked up at LAX to read. Once in Manila, I changed planes to a small corporate jet to continue on to a remote island resort that I had never heard of. I understood that it was supposed to be an exclusive resort that was secluded and very private.

There were thirteen of us on the flight to the resort, plus the pilot, copilot, and one stewardess. I could tell from the outset that I was way outclassed by my traveling companions. It was obvious that these people had money and were very used to being catered to and taken care of. I carried my own bag to the jet for the ground crew to load into the baggage compartment, while the others left theirs at the gate to have the ground crew move them for them.

I boarded the plane and took my seat in the rear. I sat quietly and watched the others board and take their seats. There were people worth several millions of dollars sitting in front of me. Did I feel out of place? Hell yes, I did, but decided to not let it bother me and make the most of it.

As we taxied out for take-off, the pilot came on the intercom and informed us that our flight would take about two and a half hours and that we would incur some turbulent weather about halfway into our trip, as we would pass through a tropical storm front, but he didn’t expect it to be too rough. I settled back to finish my book as we took off. Once in the air, our stewardess started the drink and snack service. I sat half-listening to my traveling companions. I found it hard to believe what a demanding group they were. It seemed as though each thought they were the only ones on the flight and that their every whim needed to be attended to immediately. Oh well, so much for the rich and famous.

About an hour and a half into our flight, we hit the storm. It became evident very quickly that this was not a typical storm. This was a damned hurricane. Our plane was tossed around like a kite. My traveling companions were complaining loudly. The pilot came on and apologized for the rough ride, but explained that there was no way around or over the storm. He was going to try to skirt around to the south a little to avoid the worst of it, but explained that it would still not be smooth. As he clicked off the intercom, a huge bolt of lightning struck the plane, the cabin lights flashed a couple of times and went out. The plane shuddered but kept flying. As I looked out the window to my right I couldn’t see anything, as the storm was so intense and dark. Panic seemed to erupt among the passengers. I was concerned, but tried to remain clam. The stewardess put her serving cart away and went to the cockpit. She emerged some ten minutes later.

“The captain asked me to inform you that the lightning has damaged one of the engines and we are currently flying on one engine. Please stay clam and we will be ok. I’ll give you further updates as the captain relates them to me,” she announced.

Chaos erupted immediately. Several of the passengers demanding that he find a place to land. They seemed to forget that we were in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean and couldn’t see a thing.

I felt as though the jet was beginning to lose altitude, but couldn’t be sure. The flight continued for another half an hour. Now I was sure that we were losing altitude. The storm seemed to be lessening. It was getting lighter outside, but due to the rain I still couldn’t see anything.

The stewardess along with the copilot came into the passenger compartment together. “If I may have your attention? It seems that in addition to taking out one engine, the lightning strike has also damaged the other engine. We are losing oil pressure in the remaining engine and as a result are losing power. There is no identified emergency landing field near enough for us to land. To make our situation worse, our communications and navigation equipment are also not functioning. It appears as though we are going to have to ditch the plane. We are headed toward a group of small islands, but there is no landing field. Please stay calm and prepare for a rough landing. Connie, your stewardess, will go over the safety procedures with you to prepare.” With that, he turned back toward the cockpit amidst a gaggle of irate questions and Antalya Escort outraged comments from the passengers.

In a professional and assured manner, Connie began to go over the safety procedures for our ditching. I paid attention to every word she said. I figured that she knew more about what would help us survive than I did. My fellow passengers didn’t seem to have the same attitude. Most of them were demanding, outraged, and in dire fear for their lives. Not a good situation. We were now losing altitude rather quickly. I knew from other water landings I had heard about that ditching in the open sea was very dangerous and that our chances of surviving the crash were very slim. The plane tends to break up on impact, and when that happens our survival chances diminish drastically.

Once she had given all the instructions and made sure that all the passengers were tightly buckled into their seats, Connie took the seat next to mine and buckled herself in. We were going down quickly now, and I could see the ocean surface approaching fast. I felt the pilot pull the nose of the jet up as we hit the surface of the water. The impact was significant, and the plane felt like a rock skipping across the water. Then there was another impact much harder that the first. I saw trees out the window flash by. What the hell! The plane then spun and started to break up. Both wings were sheared off, and the cockpit portion of the plane was torn away. The noise of the crunching, tearing metal was deafening. The plane bounced and jolted and finally came to a stop. In a heartbeat, Connie was out of her seat and headed to the now completely open front of the plane. The entire cockpit was gone. I was right behind her. As we moved forward, we unfastened seat belts and started helping everyone out of the plane. My only thought was to get everyone out before the plane caught fire. There was some smoke, but I didn’t see any flames. Most of the passengers had only minor bumps and bruises and could move on their own. One short stout guy appeared to have a broken arm, but could still walk. As we got closer to the front of the plane, the injuries seemed to get worse. There was more blood and more crying and more screaming. Connie was amazing! She worked quickly and efficiently getting the passengers unbuckled and out of their seats and headed toward the front and out of the plane. Her commands to me to assist her were concise and direct.

The passengers in the front two rows had received the most severe injuries. We were getting them out of the plane as quickly as possible. When we got to the front row, we saw that the guy sitting next to the window was dead. The lady sitting next to him had several severe cuts on her legs that were bleeding a lot. We lifted her out of her seat and carried her out of the plane. Once out, Connie ran back into the plane to retrieve the first aid kit. She then began wrapping the wounds tightly to stem the flow of blood. I went back in to help the last passenger in the front row seat out of the plane. When I got to him, he was yelling in pain that his legs hurt and he couldn’t walk. It appeared as though both his legs were broken. I hauled him out of his seat into a fireman’s carry, damn he was heavy, and carried him out of the plane.

Everyone was now out of the plane. Still no fire, thank God!

It was late afternoon, and the rain was subsiding. We were all wet, bloody, and dirty. First order of business was to attend to the injured. Connie had stopped the bleeding on the lady’s leg injuries and was now attending to the man who appeared to have broken both legs. The other passengers were somewhat taking care of each other.

He had broken both legs between the knee and ankle. I went back into the plane to see what was available to make splints out of. I found some pieces of fairly firm plastic trim that had fallen from the ceiling that looked like they would work and took them outside. Connie and I set both his legs and wrapped them in the splints. We also set and splinted the youngest man, Tony’s arm. We also set and splinted Brad’s arm. When we finished taking care of the other minor injuries, we went back to the woman who had the cuts on her legs. One of the other ladies had a sewing kit she had picked up in the last hotel she stayed in, and we used that and some bourbon from the plane’s pantry to clean the cuts and sew them up as best we could.

It was now late afternoon, and I was exhausted. I sat under a palm and took stock of our situation. We had faired fairly well in the crash. The pilot had headed the plane in toward the beach, wheels up. We had hit the water, which slowed the plane, and he had kept the nose up so that it wouldn’t dive in and some how managed to keep it straight without digging the wing tips into the water. We hadn’t hit the beach too hard, but the plane had spun on impact with the beach and had sheared off the entire cockpit of the plane. The cockpit was crushed beyond recognition. Both pilot and copilot were killed. Antalya Escort Bayan There were a few supplies and provisions in the plane, so food was not an immediate concern, at least for two or three days.

As far as rescue was concerned, that was an open question. It had to be known that we were missing, but did they know where we were? How far off course did we end up?

I was still afraid that the plane would catch fire and burn. I decided to get some help and remove everything from the plane fuselage that we could salvage. I recruited a few of my fellow travelers and started removing what we could. There was actually a lot in the plane that would help us. There were eating and cooking utensils, blankets, a good first aid kit, and all of the luggage that each of us had brought. We removed all of the undamaged seats, as they unlatched from the floor tracks rather easily. We had almost stripped the plane when we noticed smoke coming from the rear of the compartment. As we exited, the fuselage slowly started on fire. Within a few minutes, the plane was fully engulfed in flames. At least we would have a fire that night. The fuel in the plane did not explode, but burned in a huge fire all night long. We moved up under the palms and spent the night some distance from the plane in case it did explode.

There were thirteen of us that had survived the crash, five men and eight women. Three had died. Our injuries for the most part were minor, the worst being the broken limbs. Connie our stewardess was our real hero. She had managed the whole situation very well, and thanks to her efforts we were in as good shape as we were. She lay on the beach near me, covered in a blanket. Exhausted, I was sure.

Sam, one of the fellows that had broken an arm, was not far away, lying with his wife, Joann, who had suffered only minor bruises and abrasions. Sam and Joann were both in their late twenties, computer geeks that had developed some sort of software that had made them both incredibly rich. Sam was average height and build with a pasty complexion, definitely not the athletic type. His wife Joann was about 5’2″ medium build, not bad to look at, in fact kind of cute, slightly overweight and absolutely no breasts.

Just beyond Sam and Joann were Terry and Monica, two real estate agents who had made a lot of money in the LA real estate market before it dived and were on the trip as a reward from the company they worked for. Terry was a little cutie, 46 years old, a little rotund, shaped like a small barrel, with a pretty face and an effervescent personality. Monica, on the other hand, was taller, thinner, and not a nice person. She was near the same age as Terry and not bad looking at all. She was quite impressed with herself and a little bit of a bitch.

The youngest couple in our group was Sophie and Tony. Sophie was a very pretty young thing in her early twenties. She had large breasts, was tall, and had a dark Mediterranean complexion. Tony was a year or two older than Sophie, strong athletic build. He was a real honest to goodness playboy. Never worked a day in his life and was solely supported by his father’s riches. Unfortunately, he had broken his arm in the crash and was in considerable pain.

The next morning we woke with the dawn. Most of us did not believe the situation that we were in. We had no idea where we were, or if rescue was on the way. We were in a very high state of limbo. We scrounged something to eat and drink from what had been salvaged from the plane. We were sitting around discussing our situation and trying to sort out what we were going to do.

“I suggest that we gather wood and prepare a signal fire in case that we see any planes or ships,” suggested Brad, our resident bank executive.

Brad was a paunchy, soft-built man of obvious wealth and power. He was used to having control and was taking charge even though both his legs were broken. At the rate he was devouring our limited supply of Tylenol to control his pain, it would soon be depleted.

His wife, Elaine, a 28-year-old, blonde, ex-model and obvious trophy wife sitting by his side, was basking in her husband’s taking control of things.

Several agreed and headed off to gather wood.

Connie and I went to check on Becky to see how her leg wounds were. She was feeling very bad. The wounds on her legs were fairly severe and were causing her pain; in addition, the man who had died in the crash was her husband. This was causing her considerable emotional distress. As we raised her skirt to check her injuries, I noticed for the first time that she was really a pretty lady. She was in her early forties, slightly overweight, with large breasts and a very pretty face. As Connie inspected her stitching, I couldn’t help but notice the tops of her thighs and the crotch of her panties. Nice picture for a dirty old man like myself. We tried to console her as much as we could, but I doubt that it helped any. She was pretty distraught.

Arnold Escort Antalya caught my attention next. The oldest member of our group and only a few years older than me was stomping around bitching about our plight. Fat lot of good his demonstration was doing anyone. His girlfriend, if you could call her that, 26-year-old Amy, was trying to no avail to calm him down. She was a tall; body to kill for, brunette that I would love to have calmed me down.

I left him ranting around in his own anger.

After a couple of hours of wood gathering and stacking the signal fire was ready. We all sat around afterward talking about what we should do next.

“I think that we should bury those that died in the crash,” suggested Terry. “They need to be taken care of, too.”

“Good idea, Terry,” commented Brad “You guys take care of it.”

Connie, Sam, Joann, Terry, and Sophie headed off to take care of the deceased. We found a small clear area just beyond the tree line near the wreckage. Using some scraps of aluminum from the plane, we dug out three shallow graves. Things were pretty quiet while we worked at this task. We recovered the three bodies and placed them in the shallow graves. We covered them, and Terry said some prayers over them, and it was finished. Becky got very emotional as we finished. Connie and I helped her back to a spot near the signal fire and sat with her and held her till she calmed some.

Not knowing how long we were going to have to stay on this island, I felt it necessary that we try to find a source of fresh water, erect some type of shelter, and see what the island had to offer in the way of food.

“I would like to suggest that we break into groups and take a look around for a fresh water supply. See what the island has to offer in food and maybe think about putting up some type of shelter,” I suggested to the group.

“Fuck that, I’m not going to do shit. We will be picked up soon, and I’m not about to exert any energy doing something useless,” was Arnold’s reply.

“I’m with you, Arnold. I don’t see the point, either,” was Tony’s reply.

“I disagree,” Connie came back, “We need to take care of ourselves. We don’t know how long we will be here.”

“I agree with you, Connie,” came Terry’s comment, “we need to look out for ourselves.”

Most of the others agreed.

“Good idea, Jerry. You, Terry, and Monica go and look for water. Sam, you, Joann, and Sophie see if you can find anything edible. The rest of you see what is available to build some kind of shelter. Arnold, Tony, do what ever you want,” Brad ordered.

We all got up to attend to our various tasks. As Terry, Monica, and I started to walk off down the beach, I wondered who had made Brad king.

We walked down the beach about a mile when we came across a small stream flowing out into the ocean. We turned inland and followed the stream about another half mile into the forest. We came to a large pool situated below a fifty-foot tall rock cliff that had a small waterfall emptying into the pool. So picturesque that it could have been in a travel brochure. The pool was about 25 feet by 30 feet and appeared to be about ten feet deep. It looked so inviting that we decided to strip down to our underclothes and clean ourselves up. We didn’t seem to be self-conscious about our near nakedness and jumped into the water. It was cool but not cold. It felt very good and refreshing. We swam around and played for about half an hour. The waterfall acted like a cool shower and there was a small ledge that the water spilled onto so that we could stand under it. When we exited the pool, I noticed that both Terry and Monica’s underwear had turned almost transparent from the water. I could clearly see their nipples and the dark bush that covered their sex. They didn’t seem to mind my noticing and dressed without paying any attention to me. The sight of both ladies turned me on, and had it not been for the coolness of the pond, I am sure that I would have had a hard on. We had brought several one-gallon plastic juice bottles to carry the water back in. My only concern was that the water was good and not contaminated with anything. Upon our arrival back at the camp, we told everyone what we had found.

“There is a stream that flows out of a pool that is fed by a small waterfall. It’s beautiful, and we have water to drink and a place to bathe,” Terry told the group.

“It’s not far, about a mile down the beach and then a half mile upstream. You can’t get lost. Just be sure that you fill the water bottles out of the waterfall and not the pond. I don’t want to be drinking water you bathed in,” added Monica.

Most of the group seemed excited about our find. In fact, Tony, Sophie, Joann, Sam, and Amy all decided to take off immediately to bathe.

Sam, Joann, and Sophie had found coconuts and two different fruits that were kind of like mangos that looked edible. There were bananas also, and they had brought them back to where we were staying.

The others had found a large stand of bamboo about a half a mile down the beach.

So now we had water, something to eat, a place to wash, and some building materials. At least things were starting to look up. We could now sustain ourselves for a while.

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As she sat in the car waiting she still couldn’t believe that she was actually going to go through with this. Of all the places for her company to send her to inventory, why did it have to be an adult bookstore.

At least it was during the store’s downtime so she didn’t have to contend with the “regulars”. Still shaking her head and laughing she saw the other car pull in and park next to hers in the gravel lot. But what caught her by surprise was to see her boss, Bill climb out of the car instead of her regular partner, Sally.

Slowly she got out of her car, walked over to meet him and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Sally called in sick and I kinda figured you really didn’t want to do this by yourself. So here I am.”

“Well I guess you’re better than nothing.” They both laughed at that and walked to the door where the manager was standing waiting for them.

The manager, a little man with little hair, a pot belly and a greasy smile; explained to them that they only had three hours to get the job done before the store would re-open. So they knew that they didn’t have a lot of time.

Once inside the dimly lit bookstore they decided it would be quicker to split the job between them. She would do the movies, books and magazines; while he counted the toys and novelties section. She was thankful for that; the last thing she wanted to do that day was count a wall of dildos and vibrators. But most of all she was thankful the back room wasn’t included in the job.

Knowing that they had to be professionals about this, they went to work and tried their best to avoid each other,

As she started the count she remembered the last time she had been in here; she and a friend had come to buy a gag gift for a co-worker that was getting married. But hey were in and out in such a hurry that she really hadn’t noticed what was on display around her.

This time though she didn’t have a choice but to notice what was on the shelves around her. What looked like endless row after row of movies, magazines and books dedicated to every sex act she had ever imagined; and some that she hadn’t.

The shelves were stocked full of movies with wild titles and even wilder pictures on the covers. There were ones with men and women locked in the act of fucking in positions she found impossible. She saw lesbian movies with warnings of definitely no men allowed. Not too mention the jackets with women dressed in leather and bound in incredible devices of bondage and torture.

There were books about every conceivable combination of incest. Movies and such about mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, Antalya Escort even brothers and sisters. She saw novels, if you could call them that, in which whole families took part in fantastic Roman style orgies.

She even found magazines that were solely devoted to how to get your dog to fuck you. Those had shocked her but not as much as the ones that showed women with a variety of animals; which included horses, pigs, goats, and even snakes.

At first the titles and pictures had made her blush like a teen-ager and feel uncomfortable. But as the time went on she began to find herself becoming more and more aroused by all that she saw around her.

When she had finished with her section of the store, she was amazed that she had managed to do it so quickly. But what amazed her even more was how incredibly turned on she was by the whole experience. When she looked at her watch she saw that they still had a little over an hour before the store was due to open back up; so she decided to see what else the store had to offer.

She walked through the arch that divided the two sections and found her boss busy counting in the aisle with all the lotions, creams, and edible lingerie. Apparently he had already finished with the section of handcuffs, whips, nipple clamps and other bondage items. He was even past the aisle of blow-up dolls and fake pussies. From what she could see the only section he hadn’t finished was the huge wall of dildos.

She tried to be quiet, not only because she knew how much he hated to be bothered while he was working; but also because she didn’t want him to know just how curious she was about this whole thing, not too mention horny. For the first time she was actually thankful she was too short to be seen behind the shelves.

Standing there looking at all the different shapes, styles, lengths and even colors eventually got to her. She looked around to make he didn’t see her, and took one of the boxes from the shelf and opened it. What slid out of the box made her breath catch in her throat. In her hands was a latex shaft that had to be at least nine inches long and so thick she couldn’t wrap her fingers completely around it. It was the color of milk chocolate and so life like it even had veins sticking up on it. As she ran her fingers along it she felt her pussy twitch and the first hints of wetness.

Without thinking about what she was doing, she took the dildo and snuck through the doors to the back room. She hadn’t planned any of this but all she knew then was that she had too feel that monster in her. Besides it had been awhile since she had been Antalya Escort Bayan with anyone and she was past rational thinking by then.

Ducking into the first room she found, she closed the door quietly behind her and sat down on the little bench to admire her new toy. The more she felt it, with it’s latex veins bulging the wetter she got. Slowly she lifted her skirt and pulled off the panties that were soaked with her juices.

She was so wet her musky scent filled the tiny room as she let her fingers run along her slick slit. She found her clit so hard and begging to be touched that she immediately went to work on her little button. As she played with the swollen nub she felt how wet her inner thighs were from her juices that were literally dripping from her hot pussy.

She could feel her body burning from desire as if it was on fire as she fingered herself. But what she really wanted was to use her new toy. When she had first seen it slide out of the box the size of it had frightened her. But now she wasn’t scared at all as she placed the huge head at the opening to her pussy. Knowing that she didn’t have a lot of time she quickly rammed it in and had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming as she felt it stretching her lips to their limits.

Her urge to scream subsided though as soon as she began to work the dildo in and out of her snatch. It felt so good that before she knew it she had worked over half of it’s nine inches into her hungry pussy. She laid back across the bench and was so caught up in fucking herself that she never noticed the door to the tiny room open.

As she lay there fucking herself with her legs spread wide and her pussy full, her mind filled with all the images she had seen on the shelves. She never knew anyone else was in the room with her until she felt his hand cover her own.

She let out a small shriek and tried to sit up, but the dildo was till pushed deep inside her. All she could do was try to close her legs but with that monster between her thighs there was nothing she could do. She tried to put up some kind of protest but it was no use as he pushed her hand away and started to fuck her with the toy.

“He’ll never be able to sell this one now, you know that don’t you?” he half whispered. But then a devilish smile crossed his face. “Why don’t you let me help you really break it in?”

She was to far gone to put up anymore resistance as he pushed her back down on the bench. So she laid back and allowed her boss to fuck her with the dildo.

“Mmmmmm…….You’re so wet girl, how long has it been since you been laid?”

“Too Escort Antalya damn long,” was all she could manage to say.

“Then let’s really make this count.”

Slowly he pushed until all nine inches was deep inside her and she could feel the head pushing against her womb. She squirmed helplessly as he twisted and turned the dildo inside her, making her whimper as orgasm after orgasm rushed over her. She felt his lips on her clit, licking it, she exploded, screaming as she did. And yet he never let up as he fucked her with the toy she felt him as he nibbled at her inner thighs. But it was when he pulled her clit between his lips and sucked that her eyes rolled back in her head.

The fantastic combination of his sucking and the dildo led her to an orgasm so powerful that it brought tears to her eyes. It seemed to take forever for her to catch her breath afterwards, but when she did come back to earth she saw the obvious bulge in her boss’s jeans. Wanting to thank him somehow for the incredible time he had just given her, she quietly slid off the bench and knelt before him.

She looked up and saw him smile and nod his head as she loosened his jeans and let his hard cock pop free His dick wasn’t as long as the chocolate one he had just used on her, but it was definitely thicker. Already tiny drops of cum had formed on the head as she tried to wrap her fingers around his shaft. But when her tongue made tiny circles around his swollen knob she heard the moans of pleasure from his lips.

She knew they didn’t have much time left so she had to hurry. With her mouth open wide she wrapped her lips around the thick cock she had in her hands. Her teeth ran along the tender skin underneath as her fingers massaged his heavy balls.

She could tell he was close to erupting by the force he was using to push himself further down her throat. The room had become filled with her loud slurping sounds as she sucked his cock and his grunts and moans as he fucked her mouth. It didn’t take long before she felt him twitch inside her and she tasted the first globs of his hot cum hit the back of her throat. His orgasm was so powerful and so plentiful she at first thought she would gag from it. But there was something deep in her that made her want every drop. And yet when she had sucked him dry she still wanted more.

But they knew then that their time was up and the manager would be back soon. Even though this was his kind of business neither of them wanted to be caught with their pants down, so to speak.

They were just walking out into the video section when the manager walked in the door. By then they were both dressed and looking every bit the professional. He handed the greasy little man the sheets and they walked out without so much as a look back.

But they couldn’t help but laugh as they got in their cars about the one toy that never got counted.

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I walk into the office as see you staring intently at the computer screen, your fingers lightly tapping on the keyboard. All of the lights are off, with candles glowing all over the room. The computer glows and hums softly…otherwise it’s completely quiet. I know what you are doing, I’ve seen this many times before. You are working on your writings, your erotic collection of stories of things you’ve done, we’ve done, or we think about doing. I stand there and watch you for minutes, marveling at how you immerse yourself into your writing, completely unaware of what is going on around you. You look so beautiful in the candlelight. I decide that this story will not be completed at this time.

I quietly walk up behind and you and kneel down behind your chair. You continue to type, reading your hot words on the screen. As I am on my knees, I reach to the back of your neck with my lips. Lightly, ever so lightly, my lips graze the small hairs on the back of your neck, as you shiver from head to toe. Your body tenses, my hands come up your sides, and my fingertips make their way up your bare arms, reaching the sleeve of your tshirt, and come to rest on your shoulders. “Mmmmmm…” is all you say, so I figure you want me to continue.

I continue to place soft kisses on the right side of your neck, up and down between your ear and your tshirt. My left hand tickles the other side of your neck, barely touching you, sending shock waves throughout escort bayan istanbul your body. Your back arches as a sigh escapes your lips. As you sit in your desk chair I can see your legs moving slowly, as the heat rises inside you. You reach up and take off your glasses, and as you do my lips leave your neck and begins kissing up your arm, moving from your shoulder and to your elbow.

The kisses move up and down behind you: your shoulders, your neck, your bare arms. Just enjoying touching your smooth, soft skin. I could tell you are enjoying it, but I feel you want more. My hands slide around in front of you, slipping under your shirt, and touching your stomach. I make slow circles going up your body, pushing your shirt higher and higher. My hands reach the bottom of your breast and I realize you had decided not to wear a bra for this evenings writing. I enjoy tracing the underside of your breast, feeling your breath coming in short waves. My fingers slide up and touch you every where. Every where except your nipples. Your shirt lifts up and your nipples pop out, hard enough to cut glass. I continue kissing your neck, looking down at your chest and watching my fingers circle around, getting so close to your nipples.

After what seems to be an eternity, I hold up your breasts, and more index fingers begin flicking your nipples, rolling them around, and lightly pinching them between my thumb escort istanbul and finger. You moans and deep breaths drive me on, making me want to please you. You must not want to wait, however, as your hands slide down your body, into your shorts, as I see your fingers working their magic. I grab your chair and spin it around and look at you for the first time since I came into the room. You smile and ask me what’s next. I ask what do you want, and your smile gets even bigger. You lift yourself up from the chair, just high enough to slip your shorts off, exposing yourself completely to me. I look at you as if confused, but I know what you want. I just want you to make me! You grab the back of my head and push me between your legs, as I smell your excitement. My tongue darts out and licks your lips, long and soft from the bottom to the top. Another sigh, another gasp, and another lick from me. You are so wet from my earlier teasing and from your own touching, and just want to taste you. I greedily begin to lick and suck you, tasting your hot liquid. I look up and see your one hand touching your breasts, continuing the attack on your nipples I had begun earlier. You have your other hand at your mouth, sucking on the fingers that had just been where my tongue currently is. Both of us tasting your juices at the same time. The pure look of ectasy on your face drives me wild, and I begin to lick with even more passion. bayan escort istanbul

You lips are open and wet, glistening, sweet and inviting. My fingers reach up and spread them apart farther, as my mouth clamps down at the top of your box, and my tongue slides into you and out, rubbing up against your clit. Sometimes long rubs, sometimes short flicks. Keeping you off guard, but always right on the edge. How many times have you come? One? Two? More? Maybe not at all…maybe your just holding it in waiting for the big one. It’s too much. I want you now.

I quickly lay back on the floor, shocking you with my sudden movement. Very quickly my pants are gone and I start to rip my shirt off over my head. When I look back up, you’ve already pounced and are on top of me, grabbing my penis as you guide it straight inside of you. Slowly you slide down onto me, feeling every inch fill you up. But you don’t want it slow for long, as you start riding me faster and faster, rubbing your clit up and down my body. Your chest is heaving, bouncing, as I reach up and hold onto you. Your eyes are closed and I can tell at this time I’m just here to get you off. Luckily, it doesn’t take long, as my previous efforts have you ready. You start screaming, riding your climax out, getting as much feeling out of it as you can. You collapse on top of me, and I hold you to my chest as Istay inside of you. After a moments rest, you begin to move your hips again, and raise up just enough to look me in the eye. You lick your lips, and bite your tongue just a little. What an exotic look. That’s it, I can’t take any more. I explode inside of you, filling you completely.

I catch my breath, open my eyes, and look at you. Sorry for interrupting your story!

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“ATTENTION:The following story is a work of fiction about Real people whose names and Identities have been changed and/or altered for the sake of their privacy. While the events in question may or may not have occurred. If you are offended by Adult Content, Language or explicit sexual Content. Then you should close this screen now.”

My name is Jason, and I am a 33-year-old bachelor, living in an average sized city just east of Columbus, Ohio. Aside from a few bars, taverns, and a few hole-in-the-wall dives; our local nightlife tends to be a little on the dull side. I mean, if you are like me and can be perfectly happy going into a favorite bar, shooting some pool and drinking a few beers. Then it is not too bad of a scene.

But if you are hoping to hook up with a horny little fantasy nymph and a night or two of passion, then you had better drink up and pray that one of the local barflies will suffice. Oh there are plenty of hot sexy women to be found here. But to find one that is single, let alone interested in men?

You may have better luck getting your hands on the Holy Grail.

So you can imagine how insanely dull and uneventful ones social life can become. Especially when a one-night stand is just not an event that grasps your interests . Now I know I am certainly no tightly packaged Adonis, but that doesn’t mean I have to settle for less than what I like, or look for in a lover.

Even Joe Schmoe can have Filet Mignon on a silver platter once in a while. But anyhow enough of the boring life in this town, and enough of my boring references to myself. Let’s get to the story at hand.”

But the cherry that topped this leather and flesh sundae was not the sight of her dressed in such away.

It was the complete and total lack of resistance that met me as I took her into my arms caressed my hands over her smooth and supple flesh, and drawing forth the most deliciously soft moan as she wrapped escort istanbul her arms around my neck and shoulders and ground herself against me.

So here I am in a restaurant kitchen, holding my supervisor who also happens to be dressed in a thong and corset, as she presses herself against me.

I dipped slowly, bending at the knees and lifted her, wrapping her thighs around me and carrying her to the back by the office. Setting her gently on one of the prep tables for the fax line. Once back there my lips are hungrily pressed to hers as I slowly and gently slid my thumbs up her inner thighs. While rubbing my thumb over the leather thong teasing and tantalizing her sensitive sex.

By now the sweet musky scent of her arousal is spreading it’s aromatic scent through the air and intoxicates me. My thumbs slowly hook inside her thong, and fights and tugs it down her smooth and creamy ass and legs. The scent of her sexual perfume dominates the air as I kissed down her neck and across her chest, teasing and flicking my tongue between the soft Globes of her small and perky breasts.

Now I love corsets, and I think they are the sexiest item of undergarment a woman can wear. So I have no problem going on about my ministrations without removing a corset, and in this case, that is exactly what I didn’t do. I left the thigh high boots and corset on her as I dropped slowly to myvknees. Starting just above the line of her boots I began softly and gently kissing, nibbling, and licking my way up her thighs.

I then slowly and teasingly I dragged my tongue in a long circle around her soft and warm wet center. I took my time teasing and savoring every moment of her tortured pleasure. Continuing this agonizing ritual for a good 20 minutes before I began lapping and licking her sweet and delicious pussy. By this time if there is anyone else outside, they are definitely hearing Kristina as she escort bayan istanbul bucks, and thrashes against my face.

Her squeals and moans are drowning out any ambient noise and the screams of her pleasure and the prep-table she is writhing on thuds loudly against the wall.

Over and over again she continues her mewling and thrashing as I send her over the edge into one blissful orgasm after another. Licking, sucking, and pulling hungrily on her erect and engorged clit as I simultaneously slip my two middle fingers inside her without ever breaking my tongue’s rhythm.

After nearly 45 minutes of sending her into agonizing tortures of delicious oral pleasure she pulls my mouth to hers and kisses me deeply. Lapping every last glistening drop of her juices off of my cheeks and face, while simultaneously tearing loose my pants and belt. I am in rapture as the vixen of my deepest desires fiendishly attacks my pants trying to get to my cock.

Finally after what must have been too much anticipation, with an exasperated moan she grasps my rigid and granite hard member, and pulls me into her wet pussy. In one smooth thrust, Kristina pulls her heels against my ass and urges me deeper into her dripping pussy.

My eyes lock with hers and I give her a wicked smile as I grasp her hips and thrust myself into her. Grasping her hips firmly, I lift her petite form and press her back down on my rock hard cock. Her powerful muscles and pussy walls grip me like a warm wet hand as she fights back the urge to set her own pace. Her face is buried in my neck and shoulders as her arms wrap tightly around me. Her only change of movement is a slow, hard grind at the end of each thrust of her body on to my rigid shaft.

Her moans and cries of pleasure grow louder and more drawn out as the intense and warm tingle begins to build deep inside my groin. My own body begins to respond heavily, as my bayan escort istanbul breathing is deep and erratic.

Short, pleasured moans, combined with loud growls and gasps as my own orgasm becomes inevitable. Pulling out so that only the very tip of my cock is still inside her, and slamming balls deep back inside her. Each time I enter her bringing mewling moans of pleasure and lustful groans of pain as my cock batters her cervix. While each, and every thrust causes the pressure in my groin to increase as I hold my release in check.

Faster and harder I slam in and out of her hungry pussy, pounding her in long hammering thrusts. The sounds of our combined passion louder than anything else in the store. Growling even louder as the pressure is almost too much, as I look directly into those striking green eyes that are right now glazed over with passion, and lust. Kristina looks back at me with those twin jewels of sparkling emeralds and licks her lips as she senses my impending orgasm. Each pounding thrust tearing a loud squeal, and mewling whimper of pleasure from her. Throwing our heads back simultaneously, as I pump my cock deep inside hervise-like pussy and explode in thick creamy torrents of my hot seed.

The walls of her pussy are like a clamp around my cock holding me deep inside her hot core. The first shots of my cum splash and coat the walls of her womb, send her crashing mercilessly over the edge and plunge her into yet another orgasm, bucking and thrashing on my cock as she does.

For the next several minutes we just stood there. Our bodies still locked together, as the velvet walls of her pussy milk my cock of every last drop of my thick semen. Our arms still wrapped around one another as mwe remain motionless. Neither of us in any particular hurry to come back down to Earth. Our last shudders of pleasure have barely passed through us when we are torn from our shared euphoria by the door buzzer.

Like a shot Kristina is sliding off my cock and in her office closing the locked door as I quickly and silently fix my clothes, before letting my co-workers in. For some reason I was now sure that this was shaping up to be one seriously great day. One that I truly hoped would be the first of many.

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