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Her card was real. I put it down on the counter, and looked up at the grinning owner.

“Well, Happy Birthday to you, Anya. Big day for you yesterday.”

She nodded, and shrugged. “Thanks, old man.” A little bashful, but that soon resolved into her usual air of arrogance.

And goddammit, I was thirty two. Not old man material just yet.

I grinned, and looked at the punk who had turned eighteen the day before; she wore her hair cut short since its long, brunette origins, now shaved shorter on the sides to form a neon blue mohawk that almost matched her ice-blue eyes, and kept the remainder of her hair dyed black that she kept ungelled and brushed back, with light grey being the dominant color of her makeup. Despite the change in her hair, she was still recognizable with just light makeup and a slightly thinner jawline.

The new punk’s smile widened further I handed back her ID, and walked over to my rack of folders; sketches, ideas and half-formed tattoos put to paper and stored. Grabbing the one marked ‘Standby’, I pulled it out and flipped it open, idly flicking pages as I walked back to Anya.

“I do remember talking to you a few months ago. Still brunette that time. This’ll teach me to toss ideas with any cute girl that walks in.” I teased, arching an eyebrow. “Offering to tattoo to a minor – just the offer – is already a misdemeanor, darl. Given where we planned on putting it, that might have been a felony, too.”

Pointing at her with a comic parody of a stern look, I waggled my finger at the red cheeked punk. Well, I hope it was a stern look: my grin was best described as ‘shit eating’ rather than ‘shit spewing’. “Naughty girl.”

She shrugged and raised a fist, knuckles pointed towards me. Her hand reached up to mime winding up a jack-in-the-box, which slowly extended her middle finger.

I laughed and pulled the sheet of paper from the folder, tossing it to her; the same sketch we had come up with after a few idle hours discussing her first tattoo; a simple pair of wings rendered in a tribal pattern, to stretch across her back from shoulder to shoulder. “No worries, darl. Lets get you started, ‘kay?”

Anya let out a small giggle and stepped forward. “Okay.”

Reaching out, I clapped a hand down on her shoulder, and looked her straight in the eyes. “You can still back out, if you want. No sweat, you can even keep the sketch. So tell me: still wanna do this?”

She stuck her jaw out and set it, growling at me through a grin. “Fuck you, old man.”

I matched her expression. “Good girl.”

-:–:– : –:–:-

We had stepped into the actual tattoo room after she had finalized the design; a decently sized, well ventilated and most importantly sterile room. The walls were covered in photos of previous works and sketches of potential Escort bayan tattoos where it wasn’t mirrored for inspection of present work or taken up by the storage or sterilization of my gear. I took a clean white towel from a cupboard, ripped off the packaging and passed it to her.

“Free towel, it’s yours. Put it on the seat and lay on top of it, get comfy because a tat like this might take a couple hours.” I said.

Anya paused for a full five seconds. Maybe she hadn’t processed what was about to happen? I chuckled. Teens.

Eventually she spoke again: “Uhm… the fuck you on about?”

“Use towel. Wrap yourself.” I caveman’d, pointing at the white bundle in her hands. “Unless you want to show off.”

Turning around I busied myself with preparing the basics; rubber gloves, ink, fresh needles and a little bit of body paint to sketch out the final draft on her skin.

Finished, I turned around and found that she still hadn’t moved, though now I could hear a faint click click click just behind that vacant expression of hers. “What?” She asked.

Typical. Ink-wise, she really was a virgin, wasn’t she?

“You’ll need to take your top off, darl.” I instructed, pointing at my sketch of her future tattoo, which had been placed on a woman’s bare back.

“Oh.” Her slack jawed expression revealed to me the source of the clicking; a little tongue piercing. Barbell style.

I briefly fantasized what it would be like to get a blowjob from her.

Kinky. Or painful. I wasn’t a fan of teeth.

“Okay, tell you what; I’m going to turn around and count to fifty. By then you should be on that chair, top an’ everything underneath off and to the side. If not, you’re gonna have to do it in front of me. ‘kay?”

“Fuck you. Bet you’d just watch through that mirror.” Anya snorted, and grabbed the hem of her top before I could even make good on my deal. She pulled them off, revealing a blue bra the same hue as her hair. As an afterthought, she reached down below her belt and pulled up the waistband of a matching pair of panties, letting her tongue dart out teasingly as she turned towards the chair.

I chuckled. Fucking tease.

The punk slid onto the chair and undid her bra from there before lying down on the towel, slapping her ass when she had settled in.

“Done, old man.” She mocked, grinning at me in the mirror with both her painted middle finger nails gleaming. I took my queue to snort and pulled over the dolly cart of ink and gear, my face was set into a grin as I was treated to a view of her topless back and tightly packaged rear. Glancing slightly down, I confirmed the little slice of sideboob that I could see peeking out from underneath her armpit.

Gorgeous.

Brush in one hand, pot of paint in the other, I Bayan Escort settled into the stool beside her. “Alright, lets get started; I’ll paint it on so you can have a look at what its going to look like finished.”

She murmured her consent with a faint “Mmm.” and settled down. “Before my next birthday, alright?”

“Hey, you can’t rush perfection.” I countered, which earned her a chuckle that shook her back as I tried to aim the brush. Despite her bravado, Anya shuddered when I first touched her back with the cold wet paint, sucking in a surprised breath.

click click click click…

I moved quickly with the paint, the shape of the tribal wings already in my mind; it wasn’t a particularly big tattoo, and neither was it complex; just black in in sharp, curved lines. But it was a special tattoo, because it was a first. And I would never want to disappoint a girl with her first.

-:- -:- – : – -:- -:- –

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

“Hold steady for a little longer…”

I finished off the last of the ‘feathers’, in actual fact diamond-like shards of black ink, and eased my gloved hand off her back.

Anya sucked in a big breath as she felt the incessant buzzing and rapid biting stings of the tattoo machine halt. The girl shifted on the retooled dental chair that she was prone on; arching her back like a cat stretching in the morning. I lifted the tattoo machine from her bare back, leaving the half finished wing on her shoulder blade to sit as she readjusted herself and settled back into the heavily modded seat. Soon, the only sound in the studio was the click click click of her nervous tic.

“Wooo. Took ya long enough, old man.” Mock-snarled Anya, who lay topless in front of me.

“Can we take five?” She asked, quickly snatching up the towel and using that to protect her modesty.

Twisting in the seat, she sat upright with the white fluffy towel wrapped around her torso, tucked into her armpit in one corner and bunched in her hand in the other. Her eyes wandered, this time to a mirror behind her. Eyes widening as she caught sight of the tattoo, she probably had that same epiphany that I realized was common among all people who got their first tattoos: the realization that it would be there.

Always.

I licked my lips once, and nodded as I shuffled back to grab a bottle of water. “No need, we’re done. Want a drink?”

Anya nodded. “Uh… What you got?”

I gestured to the stocked bar-fridge behind me. “SI got OJ, Coke, Sprite…”

“No beer?”

“I already carded you, kid. Water it is.” I laughed at her upraised fingers, unoffended; with that mocking smile between them, it meant nothing to her, and so the gesture was of equal value to me.

Walking to my fridge, I opened it and went Escort about quickly pulling the bottle from the door shelf. Turning back, I held it out for her. “Here.”

“Thanks.” She got up and reached out, completely forgetting the towel. It slipped off her body like flowing water, leaving her tits to the wind as she took the bottle from my hand. They bounced slightly as they were put into plain view in front of me.

Wow, what a pair. They looked about the same size as my balled up fists, and still had that youthful tightness to them. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Uh, okay, that wasn’t intentional.” I managed to spit out.

Anya just grinned and set the bottle aside. “Neat trick. You do that to every girl that comes in here?” She asked, reaching up to cup her breasts and giving them a teasing squeeze, pinching her nipples in the process. “Hey, I’ll let you touch ’em if you give me half off.”

Now it was my turn to give her a middle finger, stained black by the ink, before I laughed and tossed the needle into a disposal bin. “No deal, little whore. Try again some other time.”

“Awww, just look at what you’re missing out on.” Teased the punk, wiggling her tits one more time before returning my gesture twice with her tongue bar and rack on full display. We shared another laugh from our reciprocated vulgarity – damn, she was really growing on me there – and as I finished cleaning up Anya got up and pulled the bra from her pile of clothes.

“Hold up, there.” I interrupted her there, drawing a questioning glance from her.

“What, changed your mind?” She turned to me, bra still undone but wrapped around her chest, a victorious smirk stretched across her face.

I was already producing a care kit from the bottom of the dolly trolley. “Eeenope. It’s bandage time. Don’t be in such a hurry. Seriously, aftercare’s important if you don’t want to fuck up that tat.”

Rapid fire, I rattled off the basics of aftercare; get saran wrap, keep changing it daily, use medical tape to secure it. Websites and stuff that would help her were presented on an aftercare card. Checkup in a couple days, I’d give her help there no charge.

“Be careful, I don’t like people treating my art like shit.” I warned her.

Anya chuckled, grabbing her bag and wincing slightly as she slung it over her shoulder. “Thanks, old man. You ain’t bad.”

I arched an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t be quick to judge.” I said as I rung up the job. “Six hundred.”

Her jaw dropped. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Yeah, I am.” I grinned, giving her the middle finger again while my other hand banged away at the register while I calculated in my head. “It’s still two hundred, and that’s already discounting for the show.”

Anya bopped me on the shoulder. She had a good right hook.

“Oh fuck you!”

[Author’s Notes]

Well guys, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Ink. For those who are here for a fap, yes there will be sex later on in the story. For this chapter, though, it’s character building and teasing.

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Author’s Note: If you’ve read my series “The Boys Next Door,” know that this story is all about lust and crossing boundaries, not romance — though there’s a definite emotional charge. Enjoy!

Tuesday

Liz Kowalski was exhausted. Usually, she hopped out of her car once she pulled into the high school parking lot, whether the sky was bright with early morning sunshine or still dark and sleeping. But today, she turned off the ignition, leaned her head against the open door, and closed her eyes, just for a minute, remembering how warm her bed had been.

Running the band program at a large public high school was sucking the life out of her. She’d known when she’d signed on to the job eight years ago that it would take work, a lot of work. She hadn’t bargained for just how much, or that her own desire to make the program bigger and better every year, her excitement at seeing it grow, made her job harder, not easier, because she just didn’t know when to back off.

Summers weren’t a time to recharge; they were a time to plan and run band camp. Spring break, already a very long two weeks ago, hadn’t seen her relaxing on the beach with a giant margarita in her hand, the little bikini she hadn’t worn in much too long, and a stack of inexcusably trashy novels at her side; instead, she’d spent the week with eighty kids, eight chaperones, and a busload of instruments, touring Disneyland.

Every morning, she rolled out of bed at four-thirty to stumble to the gym, take a shower, and squeeze in a round of never-ending email before leaving for work at six; every night, she went to bed at nine. Sometimes she thought the only reason she and her boyfriend, Rob, were still together after a lackluster year was that, as a trader, he kept the same damn hours, and they were both too exhausted to go out and meet anyone else.

Stretching her legs, Liz slung her bag over her shoulder and ordered herself out of the car. The April sky was deep blue, streaked with the first threads of sunlight. A light breeze ruffled her hair, but the day would be warm later. Her feet carried her across the wide parking lot, close to empty. She was always one of the first teachers at school, and she liked it that way.

Past the big front entrance, next to the stadium, Liz tugged open the door to the far wing of the school building. Her room lay at the end, soundproofed and safely away from disrupting classes with honking horns and crashing drums. Tucked inside that room was her office — private, lockable, and a place she’d considered sleeping more than once to get out of dealing with her commute.

Liz sighed and brushed her hair off her face. Once in awhile, she made an effort to get a life. But last Friday night, out with friends, had found her asleep in her gin and tonic at ten pm. The weekend before, Rob had poked her awake at some too-mellow concert a friend had given him tickets for, and she realized she’d been snoring. And the week before spring break, which was — Jesus — the last time she and Rob had had sex, it had taken an hour. Not a hot, lust-drenched, bed-banging hour, but an hour during which they’d both kept drifting off. It almost hadn’t seemed worthwhile to finish.

It was probably her own damn fault, she thought, as her teacher shoes — sensible and low enough to stand in for eight hours a day — clicked down the familiar hall to the band room. Here she was at 6:30 in the morning, ready to give her all to the day, because she didn’t know how to dial it down. Find a work-life balance. Whatever the hell that meant. Maybe she buried herself in her teaching so she wouldn’t have to look at her own life — 31, dating a guy who made her snore, bored with her friends’ gossip, ignoring the dust-covered case of her alto sax under her desk. She was supposed to inspire kids to musical heights; when was the last time she’d been on a stage? Taken a risk? Played her heart out? Or even gone to a concert that actually fit her tastes? She couldn’t picture Rob sweaty and dancing at the kind of rock shows she’d loved in college, or swigging beer in a dive bar soaked in dirty blues, or hunkered down at a table in a dim jazz lounge where the music was the point, not the background.

She stepped inside the empty band room, surveying her domain — chairs neatly set up, instruments in their lockers, awards plastering the walls — and paused by the mirror next to her office to check her lipstick. She’d be in front of kids all day; better smooth the wrinkles out of her grey pencil skirt and make sure her tailored white blouse was still tucked in. And shit — that would be an open button on her shirt, popped free right over her full breasts. Quickly, she fastened it. Get in front of a high school class like that, and no learning would happen that day, guaranteed.

Liz shook her head. The woman in the mirror looked polished, even pretty, but she barely thought about her appearance these days. The treadmill in the morning was a habit; Escort bayan her long, toned body was a byproduct. Makeup was for looking more awake than she felt, not for amping up her large brown eyes or full lips. Five near-identical knee-length skirts, five pairs of business casual slacks, and twelve conservative button-down shirts — that summed up her work closet. At least it made getting dressed a fast proposition in the morning. She could — and pretty much did — do it in her sleep at this point: stumble out of the shower and into her clothes, blow-dry and curl her long dark hair, and run through the same makeup routine she’d done since college, all in fifteen minutes flat.

She was burnt out, no question about it, and everything had come to a head yesterday. Since spring break, the kids had been bouncing off the walls. Hormones, spring fever — she thought she’d seen it all, but this year was special. And as she’d gotten grumpier, they’d gotten crazier.

Finally, in symphonic band rehearsal yesterday, she’d stepped aside to take some pointless call from the office. When she’d turned around thirty seconds later and saw the percussionists shoving the marimba back and forth across the waxed linoleum, the trumpet section snickering over what had to be an explicit photo on someone’s phone, then looking at her blankly, like someone over thirty didn’t know what sex was, and the flutists literally falling off their chairs in hysterical giggles over who the hell knows what — she’d spun out of control. Lost her temper. Pounded the music stand in front of her and yelled that if anyone said one more word — made a single sound — for the rest of rehearsal, they’d get an automatic detention. And on top of that, they could all count on serious repercussions for their fourth quarter grades.

Her outburst had shut the students up, but she’d hated seeing the looks on their faces — some cowed, others defiant and angry. Most of them wouldn’t meet her eyes, but she’d noticed Ryan Sullivan, one of the seniors, watching her coolly from the trombone section. His blue-green gaze had caught her off-guard, but she shrugged it away. He was probably pissed about the grades; she’d seen his name on the honor roll before. Afterward, she’d massaged her temples in her office, trying to get a hold of herself in the four minutes before concert band started next period. It had not been a good day.

An envelope met her now as she walked into her office, sticking out from the endless pile of papers on her desk. Curious, she pulled it out.

The white rectangle was blank, except for her name typed across the front: Elizabeth. Not Ms. Kowalski, not Liz; Elizabeth. A faculty member must have left it for her, while the room was unlocked yesterday. Why didn’t they just use her office mailbox? Quickly, she slit the envelope, pulled out the folded paper and skimmed the opening lines.

I take you in your office. It’s where we want to fuck.

Blood rushed to her face. She snapped the paper shut and sat down hard in her chair. No. Someone — some student — had left an obscene note on her desk. She should open up her laptop, email the assistant principal immediately, bring the note down to the office, and have this situation dealt with before first period. Every so often something like this happened — Mr. Stack the history teacher got an ode to his back hair, written in bad rhyme; Mrs. Kelly the bio teacher found a pair of handcuffs in her desk with a suggestive post-it about her dominatrix abilities — and this was just another flare-up. Another kid — or group of kids — making a stupid joke, or doing it on a dare.

Slowly, she unclenched her fingers around the paper and smoothed it out on her lap.

You’ve had a long day, and you don’t think anyone else is around. You kick off your heels and roll your stockings down your long sexy legs. You don’t know I’m behind you, watching your every move, until I reach around you and start unbuttoning your shirt. You gasp, but you don’t stop me from undoing every single button, my hands brushing your full tits, until your nice tailored shirt falls on the floor. You need this right now. I know you do.

Rob? Had Rob left her a hot letter as a surprise, in what would be the sexiest move he’d made in a long time — or ever? Rolling her chair to the door, she shut it. While she was at it, she closed the blinds on her office window. Then she leaned back in her chair and began to read again.

When I unzip your tight skirt that shows every curve, you feel my hard cock pressed against your ass. I pull your lace panties down, inch by inch, over your smooth thighs. You’re moaning now, but you don’t turn around. Not even when I unhook your bra and run my hands all over your incredible tits.

Breathe. She told herself to remember to breathe. The office was suddenly twenty degrees hotter.

Your nipples are so fucking hard for me, just like I knew they would be. And your pussy is beyond Bayan Escort wet for me, just like I knew it would be. When I slide two fingers into your experienced cunt, they go in easily. You’re already so close to cumming on my hand.

This wasn’t Rob. She smacked the paper shut again. No question. This was a student. Or — Rob, pretending to be a student, in some kind of crazy hot role-play that was beyond his imagination level in a way she wouldn’t even think about. Let’s just say this is Rob, she told herself. It’s Rob, I’ll finish the letter, and then I’ll deal with reality.

You like it when I play with your clit, don’t you, Elizabeth? You’re holding onto your desk now because you can’t take all the pleasure. But I know you can take a lot more than this. And you’re going to.

A prank, that’s all. God. Her cheeks were hot. Her nipples rubbed against her bra. And yes, that would be an ache between her legs, and it was getting stronger.

You’ve been around, and you’ve had your share of cocks. You know the feel of a man’s body. And you’re so ready when my big cock parts your juicy lips and slowly penetrates your knowledgeable pussy. You can’t stop moaning as I bend you over the desk. You’re trying to thrust your gorgeous hips back at me. Just relax, baby. Let me take you for a ride.

The paper crumpled in her hand. Her head felt light. No. No way was she going to let a joke letter from some student, even if she pretended it was from Rob, send her body into overdrive, tempting her to unzip her skirt, yank down her stockings just like they’d described, reach inside her damp panties, and massage her eager clit until—

A knock on the door startled her into shoving the letter back in its envelope and tossing it on the desk behind her. Before she could croak a response, the door pushed open.

“Hi, Ms. K.” Ryan Sullivan strolled into the office.

“Sullivan.” Liz blinked and cleared her throat. Symphonic band had three Ryans, and she kept them straight with last names. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Practicing.” He nodded innocently toward the row of practice cells just outside the band room, and the instrument lockers nearby. She hadn’t heard any trombone blasts, but the rooms were sound-proof and she hadn’t exactly been paying attention. “And I have a favor to ask you.”

Inwardly, she groaned. One more task right now — it would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. And what timing. Her cheeks were probably still pink; her voice was throaty. Her pussy throbbed, moisture pooled in her panties, and her nipples were hard points. Ryan, eyeing her calmly, had to be able to see those nipples through her white blouse. Don’t think about it, she told herself. You’re the grownup here.

“I can’t make any promises.” And she hadn’t noticed how broad Ryan’s shoulders were until now, or how well he filled out his polo shirt. He was a swimmer, she remembered, and it showed. He kept his blond hair buzzed short, and— Jesus. A few pornographic words addressed to her, and she was like an animal in heat — or a horny teenager, ready to jump any eligible guy in view.

“But I really need it.” Ryan sat down at the small table near her desk, widening his blue-green eyes at her. She sighed, got up from her desk, and sat down opposite him. Normally, the puppy-dog approach didn’t work on her, but she regretted yesterday’s outburst in rehearsal. Ryan’s gaze in particular had stayed with her. She’d felt measured, and it wasn’t comfortable. “Can you write me a recommendation?”

“Sullivan, weren’t college apps due in December? It’s April.”

He leaned forward. “This is for a scholarship. Due on Friday. You support me continuing my music education, right?” He gave her a little grin. Was that the brush of his leg against hers under the table? Liz stood up.

“I support you taking care of your business on time and giving teachers plenty of notice to write you a recommendation. Sorry, Sullivan. I’m swamped and I can’t help you.”

Ryan got up too. Liz was tall, but she noticed that he stood over her as he walked to her desk. “I can see that.”

His gaze swept over the jumble of papers, and she tensed. The note was right there, folded but outside its envelope. A sigh of relief went through her when he sauntered over to her leaning bookshelves.

“You should let me clean up your office, Ms. K. I’m very organized.”

“Thanks, Sullivan,” she said drily. “I’m managing.” Just barely. Yesterday, she’d spent half an hour looking for some forms the principal had requested. She should have just taken that time to make a dent in the mess, but it would have been only that: a dent. There never was time to actually deal with the stacks of papers, the towering piles of music, the unlabeled CDs from God knows when.

“Who’s this?” He’d unearthed a small framed picture from a bursting bookshelf. Rob with his arm around her, taken a few months ago. The picture had been Escort wedged between a book of Bach chorales and a Downbeat magazine. “Your boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you hiding him?”

Her lips twitched. So inappropriate, she thought. Don’t laugh. But a smile slipped out anyway. “He’s shy and he doesn’t want students pawing him.” Actually, Rob wasn’t too interested in hearing the details about school. When he’d told her she needed to get a life outside of teaching, she’d answered that he needed to get a life outside of trading, and they’d agreed not to continue the argument and put on Netflix instead. “The bell’s about to ring. Go. Go to class. Get out of my hair. Out.” She shooed him toward the door, trying to send the message: I’m the adult. You’re the kid.

“I’m coming back tomorrow morning,” Ryan said over his shoulder. “You need help. Write me my recommendation and I’ll clean up your office.”

Punk. The door closed behind him before she could react. Ten minutes till first period. She sat down quickly in her chair and pressed her hands to her cheeks. Still hot. Hopefully Ryan hadn’t noticed her flushed face, or the way her heart had been pounding. Could he have written that note? The way he’d shown up right there at her door was a little uncanny. She’d seen his eyes on her during rehearsal — and not just yesterday. But that would take serious balls, leaving a note like that and then waltzing in and demanding a recommendation.

*******

That night in her apartment, sprawled on the couch with Rob while they ate microwave pizza and watched TV, Liz tried not to think about the dirty words burning a hole in her purse. She hadn’t taken the note to the vice principal, or taken any action at all. She hadn’t allowed herself to finish reading it at school. All she’d done was tuck it next to her wallet after Ryan left her office — and told herself she’d deal with it later.

The rest of the day had gone smoothly. Symphonic band especially had been quiet. Subdued, even. She’d barely paid attention. How could a prank note have gotten her so turned on? Twelve hours later, her breasts were still warm and buzzing, heavy with desire. Her nipples ached, the tight buds pressing against her bra. And God — her pussy was slippery again, her panties moist.

Rob, oblivious, leaned forward on the couch, his eyes on the TV. Neither of them had bothered to take off their work clothes, though Liz had stripped off her stockings and pumps when she walked in the door, aware of the shiver as the nylon slid over her legs.

Rob was a nice-looking guy, Liz thought detachedly — tall, with black hair and olive skin. Like her, he dragged himself out of bed every morning to work out before the sun rose. But she’d never felt a thrill when he touched her, more a sense of comfortable convenience. She reached over to tug on his tie.

“Hey,” she whispered.

Rob blinked when Liz leaned toward him, blocking his view of the TV. It was a commercial, but still.

“You should take this off.” She began unknotting his tie, stroking his collar and neck. “Relax with me.”

“Honey, do you mind—”

His voice was muffled by her kiss. Startled, Rob put his hands on her shoulders, opening his mouth to her eager tongue. One minute they’d been sharing pizza; now Liz was nibbling him, sucking hungrily on his lower lip. When he tried to pull back, she gave his lip a good hard bite. Rob started. What had gotten into her? They had sex in bed, after they’d gotten ready and brushed their teeth. That was the way of things. The couch was for TV time, and— She was actually licking a drop of pizza sauce off his chin. Unbuttoning his oxford shirt fast, peeling the smooth fabric off his toned arms. Reaching with one hand for the remote and clicking off the TV.

“Mmmm,” she whispered. “I like the way you taste.”

“Liz, I’m exhausted,” Rob whispered. “Can we take a rain check on this?”

Absolutely not, Liz thought. “I just wanna make out with you.” She gave him a big smile. Actually, she wanted Rob to push her over the kitchen table and fuck her as hard and deep from behind as the note had said, but she’d settle for a hot teenage-style make out session. “I’ll do all the work.”

Before Rob could answer, Liz found his mouth again, jumping at the softness of his tongue touching hers. She’d never been this hot for Rob. She hadn’t been this hot in years, period. Her hands were busy pulling his white undershirt up his chest. She licked his neck and sucked on the smooth skin, hard.

“Jesus Christ, Liz,” Rob gasped. “You’re going to leave a hickey.”

“Deal with it,” she murmured, kissing her way over his collarbone.

Rob tore his gaze away from the microwave clock, away from knowing how late they’d go to sleep if they had sex now, and— God, she was grinding her soft hot crotch against his cock, through his dress slacks, again and again. Her pencil skirt was hiked up her creamy thighs. Her breasts strained at her white blouse. Her long hair was everywhere, tumbling around his face, smelling like her flowery shampoo, and now that he was letting himself feel her, his cock throbbed with a rush of excitement. His hands began to roam over her slim back.

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It’s mainly when I sit at Uni. The stress of studying means that I want to do anything but study, and then my mind turns to sex.

The type of lust I feel can only be cured by sex. Masturbation alone is never fulfilling, so that means that I am always unsatisfied. The feelings that I feel writing stories like this, semi-autobiographical, except for details that would identify people, gives me some relief from that I would call the mind-tension tension that builds up in me. There is the physical tension of sex, and then the mind-tension.

The part of me that needs fulfilling is extra to the physical need of orgasm. It is mental sex, the need to see, feel, hear, imagine, vision that doesn’t come from masturbation.

The visions I have are similar to when I use to be going through a period of severe psychiatric stress. Perhaps it is even off-putting for some people for me to talk about psychiatric problems and sex in the same sentence, but my mind and personality is very much who I am, and that includes the mad parts of me.

Parts of my blog speaks of having full-on hallucinations. Some people have asked me if that was made up or whether it was fiction. It was real alright, and I’m glad that sort of thing happens very, very rarely.

But when I have a normal vision or imagination, they can sometimes seem very real. Like waking up from a dream, it can take quite a while for me to tell whether what I dreamed actually happened or not. Was it last night or the night before….it was the night before last that I wrote an erotic story, a short one, in the same seat at the university library that I am sitting in now.

I saved what I wrote, replied to a few emails and then stood up to walk home. As I stood up, my juices literally ticked my leg, as it made contact with the side of my thighs. AND, that was with me wearing knickers.

I reckon that mad people sometimes have really extreme desires. With my past relationships I’ve noticed that it was the mad ones who had these insatiable sexual drives. They could do it for hours, days, weeks, and would do as well, if it weren’t for those other necessaries of life – food, work, sleep.

The juices tickled my thigh. They aren’t ticking my thighs now, because I am wearing a pair of jeans, sitting up back straight, my knees apart on a typists’ chair, feeling the push between my legs because I am swollen down there.

I’m never sure what to call that thing between my legs, although I opt for cunt so as not to be accused of being too sensitive. For that wet stuff, I have even less of an idea. Juice, wetness, waters, whatever.

I was horny when I left university. The night before last. I was aware of how I was dressed Escort bayan because it is still freezing in Sydney at the moment. Well, freezing here means 15 degrees Celsius, so it is all relative. Wearing a skirt with no tights, a blouse with nothing else except a bra, it was cold.

The first road I crossed I imagined a car pulling up, men getting out and dragging me into it. I can hear the thud of the door close. To be taken, perhaps, to some lonely spot and raped. Was that something that really happened in my past, or was it a fantasy, or something that I wrote in a story? It is all mixed up to me. But there was a rush to the idea, a bit sexual but more like an adrenalin rush, the sort that comes from when you are crossing the road against the lights and you suddenly realize you better run the rest of the way or be hit by a car.

I make it home without being abducted or kidnapped by aliens. Julie is home, she puts on the kettle because she knows I like a tea when I get home. We kiss each other on the cheeks and hug briefly, not like the lovers we once were, but as friends.

The evening is spent watching tv, she telling me about her day, me responding, then her sister gets home and then it is just them talking.

The morning I wake after 14 hours sleep, due to my latest medication. Knickers are stretched up into my cunt, as my body has slid down the bed. My left nipple is a little sensitive, as I still have pierced nipples, and sometimes the hoop adopts an awkward angle. My feet are encased in socks, something I didn’t have to wear when I slept beside Julie.

No one is home when I wake up. Breakfast in front of the tv is had. I am still horny. I deliberately don’t shower, somehow wanting to prove to the world that it is unfair that Julie and I are no longer an item.

Back at uni, and I am hornier than ever. A black denim skirt is way too short for this weather. My legs don’t exactly turn blue as I walk out into the cold, but they are not warm. I don’t wear knickers either, which somehow feels like a statement of defiance. No knickers to defy the patriarchy, my pubes shaven completely to defy the feminists. That sounds crazy, but there are a lot of feminists here at campus. Many of them friends – if only they knew that I had rape fantasies – it would freak them out.

Tonight when I come to uni. I accidentally don’t wear a bra. Now that I have had lots of therapy I know that such ‘accidents’ usually have a meaning. With a t-shirt, blue denim shirt and a thick white jumper [pullover / sweater ] on top, why would I need a bra? But of course, it is warmer in the library, and eventually the jumper comes off. I’m not exactly flashing myself, but Bayan Escort I wouldn’t want to be running down a flight of stairs.

I wonder if any of the guys I can see find me attractive. I can see no women but 4 guys in the library now. They are so young, like 18, and I feel ancient at 25. I am half on to 30. I wouldn’t know how to ask them out. Would they want to go out with me? I use to be very sexually confident, but that has gone now.

I imagine one of them coming up to me. He says hi, he has seen me before, but he just wanted to say how beautiful I was before he left for home. He is an overseas student, from Israel. He has black curly hair, and I thought that I was mad wearing a short skirt, but he is wearing shorts. His legs are fantastic, really thick, like a rugby players.

He says we can never a relationship, but he wants to make love with me. Tonight, before he goes home. I laugh and look away, but when I look back his face is caring and kind and he isn’t joking at all.

‘You can come with me now,’ he says. ‘I can carry your bag’

He picks up my bag and I pick up my books and follow him. I’m not sure if I am following him for sex or following him to make sure that he wont steal my bag. I walk with him down to a dark area of the library. It is one of those areas where it is always dark, and you have to push a timer switch to put on the lights. We go down to the end of a corridor with books on either side. We don’t put the lights on.

He doesn’t say anything to me, but he leads me to the end so that I am standing up with my back against a wall. His body leans forward, pressing against my breasts. He starts to kiss my neck. He smells male. I can’t say exactly what of, but I have never smelt it on a woman. His hair is soft and not tight and knotted the way that some people have when they have curly hair. I can’t believe he is doing this to me or that I am letting him.

There is no foreplay. He unzips his jeans, undoing his belt, and his penis is erect. He lets it go underneath my skirt, probing to where it wants to go. It is like he knew I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my skirt. He takes his hand and guide it inside me, my wetness letting him in easily. He hold my hips with his hands.

He starts to fuck me. He is powerful, hard, in control. I put my hands on his shoulders, feeling the muscles moves as he penetrates. Occasionally the lower part of my back bangs against the wall, almost as if it is telling me that I cant retreat or pull back or do anything accept be taken by this man, whose name I don’t even know.

His fucking me is almost as if he is a machine, the timing is perfect. Every thrust takes exactly as long Escort as the last one. Sometimes, though, I move back a bit, and he thrusts me hard so that my pelvis presses again up against the wall behind me.

He moves his hands from my hips and holds my wrists, holds them above my head and against the wall. He is very strong, almost hurting my wrists. He has two bodies almost, a top half being still, holding my wrists, his lips kissing me, while the bottom half is the animal, the animal that demands and gets what it needs to get.

There is no indication as to when he is going to climax. There is no hurrying, no telltale signs of increasing speed so that I know he is close. As for me? I have long climaxed, his penis ramming me, in the half-light of the shelves, with his smell and the smell of books.

He slows down and stops. Withdrawing his penis from me. Has he now climaxed? He uses one hand to gather my hair into one unit of control, and he uses just the one word to tell me to kneel at his feet. I do so, feeling weak, and I open my mouth to receive him. He holds my head steady, he uses the same time, rhythmic thrusting to force me to receive him.

I am on my knees in front of him, almost as if I were at prayer. I feel that this ancient act of sex, between a man and a woman, connects us with the thousands of men and women who have lived before us. That for all of history men and women have done this. That we are somehow doing what the universe wants us to do.

I hear words that come from nowhere, and realize they are his.

‘No,’ I reply, ‘I’m not taking contraception.’

Then he thrusts into my mouth further. I feel like a total slut, a total lowlife who is giving this man a blow job.

He pulls out before he ejaculates, so that his stuff goes across my breasts, my chin, and some into my hair. He uses my hair to rub his penis on, to remove the remaining bits of cum from his penis. I feel that he has captured his animal, and that I was it, and he is now showing the world that I am his.

I feel used, almost as if I have been assaulted.

He is on his feet, doing up his jeans, while I am on the floor, my legs apart and therefore showing myself to anyone who would be there to look, and wondering how I would remove the stains on my top and that I would have to wash my hair.

I start to masturbate as I am still so horny, and take his penis into my mouth. He steps back, leaving me there, masturbating for a moment, feeling gross and humiliated, that my offer of more sex was rejected.

‘You Aussie girls are great,’ he says. ‘There’s no way Israeli girls would do this.’

That night at home, I masturbate, using my vibrator and hands, to bring myself off again and again. And sometimes in my mind it is not clear to me if being fucked by the Israeli happened in real life, or whether it was just one of those powerful visions of mine. Or perhaps it was just another one of my stories.

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Twenty-some years ago, a baby girl was born with a full head of hair. Her parents took one look at the color of that hair, and decided the baby’s name would be Cherrie. Until then, they had been inclined to name her Cherie, which is why the unusual spelling, but nobody ever called her anything but Cherrie. She grew up developing a great capacity for the enjoyment of sex, especially having her pussy eaten, and several years ago, she became one of my favorite lady friends.

The most recent time we got together was last week when she called me up to tell me how horny she was and how she wanted me to come over to her apartment and rectify this situation. She had cum twice from using her dildo, but needed something more and she knew that I could give it to her. I had just finished an article I was writing and had nothing better to do so I said I would. Actually, there are very few things I can think of that are more enjoyable to do than alleviating Cherrie’s horniness.

When I rang her doorbell I heard the sound of the peep hole being opened. Seconds later, it closed, and Cherrie unlocked the door, remaining behind it while she pulled it open and hurriedly closed and locked it once I was inside. When I turned to face her I saw why she was in such a hurry to get the door secured. She was completely naked; Cherrie doesn’t like to waste time on preliminaries.

“C’mon, George,” she demanded, grabbing me by the wrist and leading me to the bedroom. “I really need you.” She had previously arranged pillows for under her head and under her hips and, by the time I had been in the apartment for a minute, Cherrie’s short, sexily plump body was lying on her bed with her legs spread and her pussy propped up, ready and eager to share pleasure with my mouth.

When I lay down beside her and started kissing her, she only allowed it for a few seconds before she pushed me away and steered my face toward her pussy. “That’s where I need your mouth, George. You can kiss me later.”

“Make me cum fast,” she demanded when I was in position between her spread legs. “I have never been this horny.”

When I leaned forward to admire her pussy I could see what she meant. I had no more than kissed her mouth a few times, but her pussy lips were swollen and red, really beautiful against her lovely skin, and her clit was so engorged that it was pushing its way out from under the protective hood. Delightfully fragrant juices were running from Cherrie’s pussy onto her thighs and crotch and when I licked them off her, I proved what I already knew; they tasted even better than they smelled.

“That’s it. That’s what I need,” she exclaimed as soon as she felt my tongue on her legs. By the time I had finished licking the nectar off her crotch, her pussy was already fucking up into my face and she was moaning in pleasure. Cherrie was just as hot and horny as she had said so I decided to do what I usually do when one of my lady friends is in such a state. I would go right for her clit until she climaxed, and after that I would spend a long time eating her pussy again, building her up slowly until we both enjoyed her second orgasm. After that, we would fuck.

With that in mind, I briefly licked first one engorged inner lip and then the other. “Oooo, yeah, George. That’s it. Now suck my clit!” Her precious love button was so easily accessible, there was no need for my fingers to push aside its protective hood so I drew her clit into my mouth to suck on it while my tongue caressed the top and sides.

“Oooo. Ooooo. Yeah! Yeah! Like that,” Cherrie encouraged me in what I was doing until, after less than a minute, she shouted joyfully and incoherently as she started cumming.

Cherrie’s upper body thrashed wildly on the bed while her legs squeezed my head. Back and forth she rocked on her ass, holding me tightly and keeping her pussy plastered against my face. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Cherrie whimpered from the intense pleasure she was receiving. I kept my arms wrapped around her legs and my mouth clamped on her clit while my tongue continued caressing the swollen sides and top. She climaxed, with a great spasm of her whole body, followed by relaxing completely.

After feasting on the fresh juices that Cherrie had produced in great abundance, I climbed off the bed and removed all my clothing. Just as naked as she was, I knelt in place and leaned forward, preparing to eat her out again. Before starting, I once more raised my head to gaze on Cherrie’s pussy. It is truly alluring, a mix of shades of pink and white. Her sparse pink hair is surrounded by smooth ivory skin, fetchingly splashed with freckles, and frames her labia, still dark pink and swollen from lust. At the upper end of her inner lips is her adorable clit, which had felt so marvelous in my mouth and was also still engorged. With my fingers I spread open her inner lips to expose her beautiful pink love hole, shiny with the nectar she Escort bayan was still producing. Even as I looked, I could see the juices bubbling up and trickling out.

“Hey, George, are you going to eat my pussy again or just stare at it?”

I smiled at Cherrie’s pretended impatience because we both knew that I would spend as much time as I could eating her lovely pussy and bringing her to another climax, even better than the first. Slowly, I lowered my face to let my tongue lick up the nectar that was already running down her crotch. It was even more delicious than it had been earlier, which I would not have thought possible.

Besides being truly beautiful and producing some of the most delightful juices I have ever tasted, Cherrie’s pussy pleasured my nose with its aroma, far more pleasing to me than any other fragrance I have ever even heard of. I strongly advise all my lady friends to refrain from using any artificial scents, especially perfumed soaps, in the areas of their asses or pussies because any woman’s own natural aroma is so much better than anything artificial. As wonderful as Cherrie’s pussy was to my senses of sight, taste and smell, my sense of touch was even more delighted. The wonderful textures of her silky skin and her spongy pussy lips as I caressed them with my tongue were incredible.

The silkiest place was below her wet love hole, where those lips start. From there, I licked upward between one pair to where the two labia are close together. Hooking my mouth over her outer pussy lip, I probed my tongue into the seam between her lips, reveling in their softness and wetness. Moving very slowly, I licked upward until I came to the end of the inner lip, where it merges with the other inner lip to form her clit hood. Barely pausing, I continued upward along the inside of her outer lip all the way to her mons. Cherrie’s feathery pubic hair was also a treat to my sense of touch, almost as delightful as her skin. By the time I brought my tongue back to below her love hole, she was blissfully moaning, a sound that brought pleasure to my ears. Eating Cherrie’s pussy has always been a delight to all my senses.

After relishing the juices that had been produced, I treated her other pair of pussy lips the same way, starting at their origin and licking all the way onto her mons. This time, I brought my tongue back to her clit hood and gently caressed her there, evoking moans, even whimpers, and pleas for me to lick her clit. I did what she asked for, but only briefly and very delicately, curling my tongue under its protective hood and fondling the sweetest of her sweet spots. I was rewarded with a freshet of her delectable juices and her pussy started fucking up into my face.

Staying with her movements, I licked up all the fresh nectar and started probing my tongue into the lower rim of her pink love hole. More of her fresh juices squirted out into my mouth; I relished their flavor, and let my tongue start working its way up the sides of that wonderful place. Moving very slowly, I explored under both her inner lips, switching my attentions back and forth between the sides of her adorable pink hole. More fresh juices were bubbling up and, as my tongue crossed over, I let it dip into their source and relish their heavenly flavor.

As my mouth continued to worship her marvelous pussy, Cherrie became more and more aroused. Once again she was rocking back and forth on her ass as her whole body thrashed on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was relaxed and wide open as her head tossed back and forth on her pillow. Cherrie was so lost in the exquisite pleasure I was giving her that she no longer interrupted her moans and whimpers to tell me to eat her pussy. That was okay; I knew enough to do it anyhow.

My tongue reached the top of her love hole and I squeezed it into that wonderfully wet place and wiggled it, caressing the base of her clit. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” she whimpered and I knew Cherrie was on the verge of cumming. Quickly, I drew her swollen clit into my mouth and sucked on the luscious morsel while my tongue caressed the sides and top. After just seconds of this, Cherrie gave a great jerk of her body as she started to cum.

As if she feared I might leave, Cherrie’s hands went to the back of my head to hold me in place while her legs squeezed my face. Any fears she might have had were groundless, for there was no place in the world I wanted to be more than with my face buried in her delightful pussy with her clit in my mouth. While my arms clung tightly to her thighs and with my lips forming a seal at its base, I wanted to suck and lick her precious love toy for as long as she was cumming.

She continued for longer than she had the first time, some of the most enjoyable minutes of my life. Still whimpering ecstatically, Cherrie rocked back and forth on the bed while her legs swung from side to side, Bayan Escort holding me a willing prisoner. Her movements were so strenuous it seemed like she was going to fall off the bed, but some reflexive balance kept her on it. Once again, when she climaxed, her whole body jerked, before completely relaxing. A truly beautiful smile spread across her face as she sprawled on the bed, her eyes closed, arms at her side and her legs draped over my shoulders

Besides enjoying her tremendous orgasm, I enjoyed the great wealth of juices Cherrie had produced. I licked them from her legs, her crotch, her belly and all around her pussy, but I left enough inside her to fulfill their natural function of lubrication. When my feast was through, I got up and went to my pants to remove a condom from my pocket and put it on. I returned to the bed where Cherrie was still lying flat on her back and smiling, but her eyes were open. When she saw my stiff cock encased in latex, her smile grew wider and more lascivious.

“That was great, George. And, I see you’re not ready to leave yet.” I smiled at her gibe, knowing that she probably would have brought me down with a flying tackle if she thought I was going to leave without fucking her.

“No, I thought I would stay for a while and see what came up,” I answered as I stood beside the bed.

“I see this has come up.” Cherrie gently fondled my cock as she spoke. “What do you think we can do with it?”

“I know of a nice, warm, wet place for it.” As I answered her question, I was climbing onto the bed, to kneel between her legs, my stiff cock aiming at the nice, warm, wet place I was referring to.

“Well, then that’s probably a good place to put it.”

Cherrie and I were both smiling as she reached down to spread apart her wet pussy lips and I approached on my knees, my cock pointed at the place where we both wanted it. Her juices were running freely and I rubbed the tip against her wet pussy to spread them around. With both of us ready, I pushed the head of my cock against the hole she was creating until it wedged into her. Cherrie sighed contentedly.

“Mmmm, yeah, that’s a really good place to put it.”

Lying back, her head nested in her pillow, she spread her legs wider, wanting to accommodate my entire cock. I leaned forward and put my hands next to her body before giving another firm thrust, driving another inch of my shaft into her tight, wet pussy. Cherrie murmured happily and urged me, unnecessarily to stick the rest in her. With another thrust, I was able to accomplish most of what she was asking for.

We are very fond of one another and like to make love in the missionary position, at least to start. The intimacy of her bare skin against mine, the chance to make up for the kissing we hadn’t done earlier, and the ability to whisper erotically to each other enhances the great times we have together. Lying on her back, Cherrie raised her arms, prepared to hug me. I leaned forward and curled my arms under hers so my weight was supported on my elbows and knees, allowing her to move freely under me. With one more stroke, my cock was imbedded deeply in her pussy. Cherrie spread her thighs as far as she could, and wrapped her legs around mine, allowing another fraction of an inch to enter her.

“Ahhhh, I love the way your cock feels,” she murmured. “Now, really give it to me.”

I started to do what she wanted, slowly drawing my body back and sliding my cock out of her adorable pussy. Cherrie released her legs to let me draw back until I had gone as far as I wanted. There, I paused briefly before plunging my cock into her again. She flexed her legs and pulled against my shoulders, propelling her body forward and up to meet mine, until we collided with a gentle “smack”.

“Mmmmm,” we both murmured, almost in unison, and I drew back for another stroke.

The second one was every bit as good, as were the third and fourth, and onward, until I would have lost track if I had been trying to count. Being in no hurry, and wanting to make it last, we fucked slowly, giving as much pleasure as we could to one another and each of us taking everything that was offered. We kissed; both of us whispered softly about how wonderful the other was, and continued for a long time. I could feel my level of sexual pleasure slowly mounting, and I knew Cherrie could too.

Besides fucking with long, slow strokes, I had been plunging my cock straight in and out of the delightful pussy under me. We had only minimal contact between my cock and Cherrie’s clit. Even with all our efforts to make our pleasure last, I could feel my climax approaching. I knew it would be a while yet but it was inevitable. Cherrie was getting closer too, I could tell, because of her movements under me and the way she was moaning and whimpering. She knew it too, and told me about it.

“God, this is wonderful, Escort George. I’m getting ready to cum, but I want to get on top.”

No objections were forthcoming from me. One of my favorite things to do is lie on my back while a small, sexy woman like Cherrie moves up and down in the cowgirl position, her lovely breasts bouncing and swaying above me. With my cock remaining deeply buried in her, we hitched our way over to one side of the bed.

Cherrie unwrapped her legs from around me and let them lie straight on the bed beside mine. While she continued to cling to my shoulders, I reached my hands under her and took a firm grip on her buttocks. She giggled when she felt my fingers touching her on the sensitive insides of her ass cheeks. Moving in unison, we rolled over, ending with me lying on my back in the center of the bed and Cherrie on top, still maintaining full body contact. My hands remained on her lovely ass and we fucked for a few strokes in the new position.

This was not how Cherrie wanted to cum, though. After a long kiss, with our tongues mingling, she raised her upper body, pushing away from me with her hands on my chest. She moved her legs forward until she was on her knees, straddling me with her pussy impaled on my cock. I rested my hands on her thighs and we smiled at each other while Cherrie started to raise her body, slowly and tantalizingly removing her pussy from around my cock.

Just the head was still inside when she stopped, paused, and lowered her body again. The heavy lubrication that she had been producing, besides smelling delightful, let my cock slide easily into her pussy. Cherrie sighed happily as she felt herself being filled again, and I couldn’t hold back. After she had taken half my cock back into her pussy, I thrust up, pushing down on her thighs as I met her on her way down. Once again, our bodies met with a pleasant, wet sound and we both sighed blissfully. We still had minimal contact between my cock and her clit, but that was the last time for that to happen.

“I got to cum, George,” Cherrie whispered to me, and leaned back so her precious love button was pressed against the base of my cock.

She raised her body again and I felt even greater pleasure as her clit scraped along the top of my cock. From her whimpers and from the way her lips peeled back from her teeth, I could tell it was having the same effect on Cherrie. Once again I drove my cock up to meet her as she stroked back down, the intense pleasure eliciting moans from both of us.

Still leaning back to get maximum benefit for her clit, Cherrie moved her pussy up and down on my cock, and I matched her, thrusting up to meet her. With every stroke, her speed increased, making her luscious breasts bounce and sway from side to side, giving my eyes a treat. It couldn’t compare with the treat she was giving my cock, though; intense pleasure was pouring through my body from the path of her clit.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Cherrie whimpered in time with my cock and her pussy meeting. “Fuck me! Make me cum!” That was my intention because I could feel my own climax trembling on the verge, and it is the most fun for both of us if Cherrie reaches hers first.

“Yea! Yes. Oh, God. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Cherrie cried out joyfully and I knew she was starting to cum.

When she is in this state, I know that Cherrie tends to lose some control of some of her facilities, so I reached out to put my hands on her lovely hips while I continued to drive my cock in and out of her. Although she was on top, I was doing most of the work, and it was a labor of love. Cherrie’s arms and body were thrashing wildly above me but my hands on her hips held her in place. Every time I drove up into her, massaging her clit with my cock, I pushed down on her hips. She cried and whimpered from the intense pleasure, and I did the same.

A great spasm shook Cherrie’s entire body as she climaxed. She started to sag forward but I continued pounding my cock into her dripping pussy and let her fall slowly forward until she was sprawling on top of me. Until then, I had been holding back my climax but I hugged Cherrie against me and let go of my control. A great geyser of pleasure boiled up from within me and exploded, as I climaxed, shooting a big gob of cum into my condom. With a few more strokes, I had ejaculated two more spurts of semen, and was through cumming.

After our terrific climaxes Cherrie and I lay in a happy pile, resting and letting my cock soften and slip out of her pussy. “You know, George,” she whispered to me. “You were right. That was a really good place to put it.”

*

Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Cherrie and I did. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can.

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I sat in the hotel lobby room waiting for Tamar. I whiled away the time with the current edition of the Jerusalem Post and numerous cups of Israeli kafeh botz. The cut and thrust of Israeli politics was interesting enough but what I really wanted were the latest CFL football scores. That day in Israel, the sports pages consisted of third-rate soccer teams from seedy West Bank settlements playing on the pitches of dismal Negev communities. Nothing about the Alouettes or the Argos. Obviously Canada wasn’t at the top of an Israeli’s thoughts.

Originally, I set out on this trip to find my Israeli girl friend, Tamar, to take her back with me to Canada. I found her all right, in an ultra-Orthodox religious commune in Mea Shearim, the unfriendliest place on earth next to Mecca for an infidel like me. It just blew my mind to think of Tamar as a religious fanatic. Was she now so goody-goody Jewish that she wouldn’t consider balling a gentile like me? On the other hand, with some people, religious passion is interchangeable with sexual passion. Think televangelist for example. So, becoming more religious might mean that now Tamar was even more interested in sex. Since I agreed to meet Tamar, I must have faith in assumption

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If the first assumption were correct, Tamar wouldn’t be impressed by my recent romp through a varied assortment of Israeli cunt. So far, in one short week, I fucked Tamar’s old boss, Tamar’s worst enemy, Tamar’s best friend, an unconscious Ulpan teacher, one of Tamar’s former students and my hotel’s desk clerk in a threesome with her blondini girlfriend.

Then there was Tammy Fink, the compulsive talker/peeler/hairdresser/personal services agent who mistook me for one of her paying customers. Should I count Tammy as a fuck on this trip? After all, she was so tough and the Israeli rubber she used was so thick that I never came. Tammy must have ground on top of my zain for ten minutes without results. Now, there’s a Zen koan equivalent to “If a tree falls in the forest with no one to hear, is there any sound?” Answer this one. “If you poke a hooker and you don’t ejaculate, have you really fucked?”

There was no doubt in my mind about whether I fucked Miriam Kessim, Tamar’s Ulpan student. Miriam was Falasha, a rape victim from the civil war in Ethiopia. She was just a shy and frightened child when we first met. In the two days we spent together, Miriam changed into a confident woman. I grew so fond of Miriam that I was a few millimeters away from falling in love with her and forgetting Tamar. If we spent any more time together, I wouldn’t be in Jerusalem right now. So, it’s probably just as well that Miriam slipped away from me in the middle of the night.

I suppose that, even if you count Miriam as love and don’t place her in the generic fuck category, I still racked up a respectable score for a tourist spending just a week in a small country. Despite all the assorted road nookie, I just couldn’t get Tamar off my mind. Tamar was beautiful, intelligent, articulate, apparently religious and the best piece of ass I ever had. It was five years since I last saw Tamar, not counting our brief encounter the day before. My mind returned to what she had become over those five years.

Too much thinking always makes me hungry. So, I bought a boureka and a Hebrew newspaper from the coffee shop and went back to my chair in the lobby, just in case Tamar showed up. I have trouble reading Hebrew at the best of times but Maariv uses a weird font and there’s no nikudot (vowels) to help with the pronunciation. Where’s Vanna White when you really need to purchase a vowel? I took my first bite of my boureka, when I heard Tamar’s BBC-accented voice behind me:

“Beteh Avon.” That just means “bon appetit” in Hebrew. I’ve always wondered why the English never wish each other a “good appetite”. I suppose that a race of people that dines on bubble and squeak with spotted dick for dessert, all washed down with warm beer, can’t appreciate being wished a “good appetite”. My musings on food etiquette were interrupted by Tamar’s instructions, as she stood in front of me.

“Get up and follow me out the door as if we’re friends. We don’t have much time. I got away from the yeshiva because I went to the mikveh (ritual bath). They’re expecting me back soon so we don’t have much time. Remember not to touch me. And maybe you can tell me why that red-headed desk clerk is giving me such dirty looks?”

I could hardly recognize Tamar. Yesterday, in Mea Shearim, Tamar just peeked out the door. I caught a glimpse in the shadows of a Semitic beauty with long black hair. In the light of day, I couldn’t help but notice she was dressed in an unflattering old-fashioned long-sleeved dress, the ultra-Orthodox Jew’s answer to the Afghan burkah. Tamar looked as if she had gained weight. I hoped that it was just her bulky clothing. I checked if she was wearing a wig. Her hair was long and natural, but lifeless. No wig on Escort bayan an Orthodox woman means no husband yet. That was reassuring. Tamar had lost her olive complexion and was rather pasty-faced. Was her faded beauty the result of too many meals of brisket and cabbage followed by too many hours of studying Shulchan Aruk? Like a real man, I lied through my teeth.

“Hey Tamar, you look great! Yeah, we have to talk. I’m sure that the last five years have been as dull for you as they were for me.”

Keeping a respectable distance between us, we went out for a walk. A long walk. We had five years of separation to overcome and it wasn’t easy for Tamar. A guy can jump back into bed with a lover after a five year hiatus, maybe even ten years later, no problem at all. Women are different, in case you haven’t noticed. Tamar was a real woman, so we had to go through all that interpersonal relationship and feelings shit before she would even accept a cup of coffee from me.

Much of what Tamar had to say hurt me deeply. It wasn’t just the other guys she’d been with. It wasn’t because she thought I was her intellectual inferior. It was her bitterness that I waited five years before returning to Israel. I tried to explain about Daniellah Argov and the Mossad pursuing me for those five years. A bitter, angry woman doesn’t listen to valid excuses. If I wasn’t so much in love with Tamar, I could have hurt her back with some readings from my short-term sexual rap sheet. Instead of hitting back, I listened like a good little boy to get where I wanted to be.

I won’t bore you guys with all the details about the interpersonal stuff, feelings, etc. You’ve been through enough of that with your own woman. As for you women, you don’t need any more ammunition to use on your poor schmuck. Once Tamar was satisfied that she had dumped on me enough, we sat down at a café and talked about things a guy can deal with, like reality. A latte with some whipped cream pastries and Tamar’s mood improved immeasurably. So, let’s cut to the facts and skip the feelings.

“…so, when Mossi got out of jail, he headed straight for Kibbutz Hagafen. I left before he got there and went straight to Mea Shearim. That was the one place I was sure he’d never look for me. I got a job teaching English in the yeshiva of a famous rebbe, Rabbi Shlomo Putz. I have to dress the part or these haredi women refuse to learn from someone ‘outside’.”

“I know Mossi’s been out of jail for a couple of years. He almost caught up to me in Be’er Sheva last week. Do you know that he married Delilah Toledano, the biggest slut in Be’er Sheva?”

“Serves that momser right. Sarah Liebowitz provided me with those details. Did you meet Sarah yet? Isn’t she the sweetest best friend I could ever have?”

“Ummmmh, yes I met Sarah and she’s, uh, as sweet as you say. But Sarah never told me that you went religious. You’re not exactly dressed like the Tamar I once knew.”

“Trust me, Chris, I haven’t changed. I’m still Tamar Ya’akov, just as religious as I was doing my National Service. You knew that the Ya’akov family is a prominent mizrachi (Sephardic) religious family. I told you my father, Yishai, is a politician in the National Religious Party. Those were my credentials to teach in Rabbi Putz’ school.”

“Tamar, isn’t Rabbi Putz the same rebbe who wants to build a wall between Bnei Brak and Tel Aviv to keep the secular Israelis from polluting his followers? I read that in Ha’aretz a few days ago.”

“Yes, that’s the same Putz. Chris, all is not well in Mea Shearim. I need to get out of there. The rebbutzin wants to arrange a marriage for me with one of the rebbe’s followers, Zalman Nebbish. Zalman’s only accomplishment is that he’s the world’s dumbest yeshiva student. What Zalman lacks in IQ, he tries to make up by quoting Talmud, 24/7, and usually incorrectly. I’m sure that we could all do with a bit more Talmud in our lives but Zalman isn’t any girl’s idea of a good time.”

“Well, that’s bad but you haven’t married Zalman yet. I still have a chance, don’t I?”

“I haven’t told you everything. Besides the rebbutzin playing cupid, I have to fend off the rebbe as well. The ultra-Orthodox have a custom of never touching a woman except your wife and only then for sex. Somehow, the rebbe thinks that little rule doesn’t apply to him. Every time the rebbutzin isn’t looking, the rebbe chases me around the classroom. Then, there’s the rebbe’s teepee creeping every night….”

I kept Tamar talking. The longer she was with me, the less likely she would return to Mea Shearim. What kind of excuse could possibly explain five hours in the mikveh? I didn’t need to force the conversation. Tamar brought up the subject of running away with me. I was exactly where I wanted to be, reconciled to my Israeli girlfriend and planning our future together.

By the time evening rolled around, I was escorting Tamar up to my hotel room. Taliah Tal’s shift Bayan Escort at the front desk was over so we didn’t have a red-headed obstacle to navigate. Once in the elevator, Tamar dropped her religious pretenses and transformed into her strictly Orthodox slut mode. She threw herself at me, kissing me aggressively, forcing my mouth open with her tongue. With one arm she held me close and the other hand targeted my crotch, rubbing my cojones and stiffening zain. The line between passion for God and passion for man was indeed very thin with Tamar.

The elevator stopped abruptly at our floor. Tamar broke off her frantic kissing only to make sure the hallway was clear. She pulled me off the elevator and fumbled in my pocket for the key, making a side trip to check out my zain. Her body trembled visibly under all her clothes.

“Oh Chris, you’re still as hard and as big as I remember. I haven’t been laid since…well never mind. I’ll explode if you don’t shtumpf me. I want that circumcised monster between your legs. I want a fuck that will make the front page of Yehidot Ahronot.”

Once the door to my room was shut, Tamar dropped to her knees and unzipped my fly. She couldn’t get my zain out my Jockeys so she undid my belt and let my pants drop. Exploring carefully in my briefs, she finally pulled out the prize she had been searching for. The first time a woman gets her hands on your zain, she’s just curious about what you’ve got. An old lover like Tamar will take your zain carefully, reverently, almost worshipping your maleness for the memory of past fuckings. Tamar savoured the feel and smell of my zain, gently caressing the length and girth.

Tamar then began a slow blowjob, putting the tip of my zain in her mouth, then letting the glans slide slowly over her tongue. Just as slowly, she pulled her head back until the tip was just inside her lips. Then she performed the slow erotic slide over her tongue almost to the back of her mouth again. You just don’t get that kind of service from a woman you just picked up. Tamar knew just how much of this treatment I could take. She stopped and looked up at me.

“Undress me Chris. Make love to me as if it’s both our first time and our last time. Eat my pussy. I want the whole deal. I want to remember this night whatever happens to us.”

I didn’t like the way Tamar seemed still a little uncertain. Nevertheless, I started to unbutton the back of Tamar’s dress, trying to look as if I didn’t know what I was doing. Of course, I had some idea of the territory I was entering, having already undressed the ultra-Orthodox Rimona Katz. I tried not to hurry. I had to give Tamar the impression that we had a lifetime together ahead of us, so what’s the rush.

I unbuttoned Tamar’s dress down the back. She let it drop slowly and seductively, that is, if you find multiple layers of petticoats to be seductive. Tamar stepped out of her dress and kicked her sensible, flat-heeled shoes to one side. I began to unbutton the first layer of undergarments. Tamar stepped out of that layer of clothes and then another. How do these Orthodox women ever get through an Israeli summer?

Tamar laid a carpet of long-sleeved dresses and petticoats from the door to the bed, leaving just an old-fashioned brassiere that went almost to her navel. Just below her navel began a pair of Victorian bloomers that went to mid-thigh. They ended in a tight elastic that I suppose was all that kept her brown stockings from falling to her ankles. Even after shucking all those clothes, Tamar was still 80% covered up. Here’s what I can’t understand. Covered up, Tamar was even more seductive than when I first saw her naked.

I undid button after button on the relic of a brassiere until her ample breasts popped free. Propelled by its weight and the force of liberated boobs, the bra slid easily off Tamar’s smooth white arms. She advanced towards me and played her firm breasts on my chest, as if it was necessary to prove to me Israeli women have the world’s biggest tits. I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to the bed. I was wrong about Tamar looking heavy. She hadn’t gained any weight even though she felt somewhat softer than in her soldier days.

As I figured, her stockings were held up by her bloomers. I rolled those down to reveal lily-white legs instead of the olive-wood colour I remembered. Damn, these ankles hadn’t been on view for years. As I pulled off the bloomers, I looked between Tamar’s legs. Her bloomers had a huge wet spot in the crotch.

Tamar raised her takat (ass) and I pulled off her bloomers as slowly as I could. Her navel appeared first, then protruding hip bones and, finally, black damp bush. Tamar raised her legs, letting me remove the bulky underpants. She parted her thighs wide open, displaying pink in the middle of black curly pubes.

I didn’t hesitate a second. I dived between Tamar’s thighs and began a slow tongue job. Tamar’s scent Escort was intoxicating. She was clean and fresh from a dip in the mikveh. I buried my nose in Semitic bush and inhaled Tamar’s delectable scent. My tongue slid up the valley between slippery inner labia towards Tamar’s swollen clitoris. My tongue ascended from the depths of the valley to the top of Mount Clit, causing Tamar to scream in ecstasy. With limited success, she tried to keep her hips still and me on target. Tamar released her pent-up sexual energy through her upper body, writhing with pleasure.

“Oh shit, Chris. That felt so good to scream when I came. Orthodox women are taught to stay quiet and just make babies from sex. They mustn’t take their husband’s mind from the Torah. I just had to get that scream out, I’ve been repressed so long.”

OK, so it was a scream of rejection of the Rebbe’s teachings. As for me, I certainly didn’t care if the rebbe approved of what we were doing. I got up from between Tamar’s legs and slipped on one of the condoms from what remained of the dozen that Taliah brought the night before. If Tamar had been to the mikveh, she couldn’t be ovulating yet. But I wasn’t about to take any chances. My cock was leaking and the rubber slid on. I just crawled between Tamar’s wet thighs and Tamar had her hand on my zain, guiding me into her. I stuck my goyische zain into wet, quivering Jewish cunt. Even through the rubber, I felt that Tamar was tight, something that pleased me immensely. This cunt hadn’t seen a lot of use in the last five years.

I played my zain around the entrance to my Jewish Temple, not out of reverance but because of mechanical tolerances. I was swollen and Tamar was tight and quivering. Between her spasms, I worked my way in as slowly as I could. Tamar took deep breaths with every movement I made. Then she relaxed and raised her knees up. I lowered myself onto her soft body and went the rest of the way into her in one thrust.

Tamar brought up her legs and squeezed my ass tightly to get as much of me as she could. We clenched for the longest time, afraid to come and lose the moment. As old lovers, we knew each other’s moves and what prolonged the fuck or what made the other come instantly. After the longest time just enjoying the shared closeness, Tamar spoke.

“Chris, take that rubber off. Then fuck me nice and slow with your bare zain. I want to feel your skin against me as you give me those nice long deep strokes. I could come again right now if I wanted to, but I want you to spill your seed inside me.”

Tamar even talked dirty in Biblical terms. Sarah was right. Tamar knew all the dirty parts of the Bible. I pulled out from Tamar and rolled the vulcanized rubber off my zain. Tamar shoved me on by back and was all over me before I knew what was happening. I couldn’t remember if she was this aggressive making love before. But what the hey – I enjoyed it and let Tamar enjoy me. Finally, she mounted my zain, carefully taking the measure of the tip before pushing down on the shaft.

“This is forbidden fruit to an Orthodox woman. They’re supposed to let the man have his way with them and get on with producing babies. And they have absolutely no imagination when it comes to different positions. Let me enjoy this Chris. Don’t move.”

Let Tamar enjoy it? I was enjoying the feeling of Tamar’s silky smooth cunt gripping every millimeter of my zain. Tamar was still tight as a virgin. However, Tamar had raised a good point. Exactly how do the ultra-Orthodox fuck? Do they use a variety of positions or do they conform to something mystical from the Cabala? The Bible lacks the details of the Kama Sutra when it comes to sex. A lot of fucking went on in the Bible but the Bible is essentially silent concerning which positions the Patriarchs and Prophets used.

I assume that Judah gave his daughter-in-law Tamar a good roadside doggie. I can’t imagine a feisty woman like the Queen of Sheba any place but on top of King Solomon. There’s no information at all on how many ways the hooker Rahab satisfied her customers. She must have used woman on top as part of her sexual arsenal. Rahab and the Queen of Sheba get good marks in the Bible, so a woman on top can’t be all that un-Orthodox a position.

Tamar leaned forward to let me suck on her nipples and take my mind off my Biblical research. Then she straightened up and started to move my hard cock in and out, moving in all directions, stirring up her insides like she was stirring up a pot of soup. Tamar kept at it for what felt like an eternity

Since my mind had turned to the Bible, I tried to keep myself from coming by thinking of as many randy Biblical characters in as I could. Gomer, wife of Hosea, came to mind. That was a bad example. Gomer fucked religiously and that was the way Tamar was doing me at that moment. Tamar was intense, almost religious in her determination to gloriously shag me off and herself in the process. She moved faster as she felt my zain harden, bringing me to a climax, tout de suite. Tamar still had all the moves and didn’t stop making them. The sloppy sounds emanating from her pussy were finally interrupted in an explosive scream of ecstasy.

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You called me on my cell phone to tell me that your staying at hotel …. and how soon could I get there…I tell you….less than 10 mins.

When I get to your room..you opened the door and pulled me inside..kissing me so passionately….you took my breath away …you kicked the door shut and walked me backwards to the bed..still kissing & undressing as we walked……

We lay on the bed touching…..kissing.. almost in a frenzy..because it has been so long since we have been able to be together…You start to move down on my body and I stop you…telling you it’s your turn for pleasure…I tell you to lay on your back as I get my wrists restraints and put them on you..arms outstretched…I take a pillow and ask you to lift your butt up and I put it under you..raising your ass…just enough for better access…I lay on top of your body, rubbing my mound against your hard cock…I kiss your tender lips putting my tongue inside your mouth..our tongues dance to the rhythm of our passion…..

I sit up still rubbing my mound on your cock..feeling my juices flowing out onto your hard shaft…..I Escort bayan play with my breasts as you watch…you moan as I pull and pinch my nipples making them harder then they already are…I am so aroused and so hot for you..it’s all I can do to stay in control and not put your hard cock inside my now, dripping pussy……I remind myself..this night is for YOU…I want to give you more Pleasure then you have ever had from a woman in your Life..I want to take you to a world full of love and ecstasy beyond belief…I want to make you climax with such an intensity that it will leave you exhausted and as breathless as you have left me……

You want to suck my nipples and try to sit up…but I wont let you..I lean down and kiss you again…slip my tongue into your ear as I move down to nibble your neck..reaching down and squeezing your cock then holding your balls in my hand…I sit up and let my breasts brush by your face you open your mouth..hungrily trying to get my nipples..I let you suck on one then the other..all the while I’m playing with your cock and balls…I move down your body Bayan Escort again…kissing, licking, nibbling all the way down to your toes and back up again..stopping at your cock…I flick my tongue out and tease the head before taking it all the way in my warm wet mouth…I thrill at the sound of your moans….knowing that it’s me giving you the pleasure that you so deserve and need…

You ask me to stop because you want to pleasure me too…I tell you “not now later you can pleasure me…right now your going to get the blow job of your life”…all you can do is smile and moan…I take your cock back into my mouth and start slowly sucking the length of it again..moving my tongue all around it as my head moves up and down..slow and easy..then faster..harder..I cup your balls in my hand..loving the feel of them…I move down to lick and suck on your balls..taking one in my mouth and gently sucking, then taking the other and sucking that too…..Mmmmmmmm your balls feel so good in my mouth so good against my tongue….

I move lower now..down to your ass and start licking…teasing Escort your butt hole with my tongue……making you crazy with wanting more..and I don’t disappoint you…as I’m licking your ass my hand is stroking your cock…your hips are bucking..you are on fire….I lick my way back to your balls and your cock…as I do this..I slip my finger into your ass…pushing deep as I suck harder on your cock…”oh yesss” you say to me “please don’t stop”…..hearing this from you and knowing how good it feels to you….that’s it’s me doing it….fills me with such an intense passion for you..I can’t get enough of sucking your cock…I push my finger in as far as I can in unison with my sucking..in and out..up and down…

I feel your climax about to happen…I push deep in your ass as your cock begins to spasm and my mouth fills with your cum…I swallow every drop not wanting to waste any..after all..I have waited a long time to taste you…. your ass tightens around my finger and I can feel your body shake as the waves of pleasure wash over you…wave after wave of Pure Pleasures….You lay there numb and totally drained…you look at me and say..”that was incredible..no one has ever done that to me”…I just look at you and smile and ask if you would like anything else right now…With a twinkle in your eye you ask me “could you untie me now”…..

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Copyright ScottArroy

January 05, 2018

This story occurred in 2018. I hope you enjoy it:

I first saw her queuing at the ice cream stand so I circled the food court by which time she had procured her double cone with what appeared to be pandan and mango.

I said; “that looks nice may I take a lick?”

She eyed me up and down then said “Why not?”

I held her hand on the pretence of supporting the ice cream. Then I blatantly licked from her wrist along her forearm; almost reaching her elbow before she could exert enough force for me to release her.

I winked and said “even tastier than I thought.”

“You really are a forward one aren’t you? Confident! I like a man who takes control.”

Not needing to be asked twice I took the ice cream from her hand and held it to her face. She licked the ice cream seductively keeping eye contact with me.

Keeping the game going l let her know, “A little has clung to your upper lip. Let me fix that for you”.

I leant my head forward initially licking then sucking the ice cream splodge from her lip.

“You really are a bad boy. I need to be careful with you.”

“Well you could do that but I was sort of counting on you continuing your spontaneity with me.”

“Are you now?”

“So this is what I would like you to do. Follow me to take a seat at that table over there and without looking round slide down that lovely g-string you’re wearing; remove it and pass it to me. I’ll hold your ice cream for you and be appearing to tease you with it. I’ll allow you to lick it while you are bent forward retrieving my little prize.”

“Really!?” I didn’t wait for her to finish speaking what she was saying if she was intending to do that. I walked over to and sat at the seats I had identified.

She followed me sitting down. While leaning forward she took not one but two licks. Playing the game beautifully she passed up her red g string. I accepted it and handed back her ice cream. Discreetly I held her unmentionables to my nose sucking in her aroma; stating “very nice.”

When she had finished teasing, with and consuming the ice cream; I asked, “Shall we take a walk?”

I offered my hand which was accepted. As we approached the escalator, I stood back allowing her to enter first. With the upward movement of the ride my hand easily slid under her dress. I found she was as wet as I had suspected. Taking my own little swab. I licked it off my finger and smiled, repeating “even tastier than I thought.”

Just before our ride levelled out I took another swab. Offering my finger, she needed no encouragement, eagerly sucking in her own juices.

We walked around the escalator pod and promptly took the downward moving stairs. This time I went on Escort bayan first leaning my head in to take possession of her cleavage. Licking and placing a trail of kisses to her neck.

As we alighted from the ride I grabbed her right arse cheek and tickled her anus through the fabric of her dress. I released my grip and slid my hand up around her waist.

Her actions in stretching her head to nibble on my neck, finishing with a kiss to my checks; confirmed her appreciation of my attention.

We walked to the department store where I captured her with a video camera that was projecting its image onto a large UHD television. I zoomed onto her boobs motioning for her to turn around and bend over. Now focussed downstairs she eagerly viewed her most personal places on the one hundred inch screen. I kept it there long enough to be brazen. We burst out laughing before deciding an exit without invitation might be best. We quickly skipped out of the store continuing our laughter holding hands.

We went into the bookstore next, right to the back of the store where I ran my finger down her exposed cleavage. On the upward track flipped the material of her dress exposing her left nipple. I snuggled tight providing privacy using her saliva on my finger to lubricate her nipple. She was enjoying my tormenting of that nipple if moaning is any indication. I left her boob exposed opting for passionate kissing. No resistance was provided when my tongue sought entrance. We held that embrace for several moments before I released the kiss and re-covered her nipple. Grabbing her hand again we left the bookstore, once again laughing but perhaps giggling might describe it best.

“You really are a naughty boy” she uttered amongst those giggles.

“Gee I thought I was behaving; so I take it you don’t want to see me misbehaving then.”

“I like the way you control me so I’m not sure what to say; I probably wouldn’t have done any of the things we have done up to now if I hadn’t surrendered to your will.”

“Well we will have to test you then and see just how far you’ll go.”

“Oooh!”

“How long do you have until you need to be somewhere?”

She squirmed a little but finally responded. “Well, not until Monday morning when I go to work.”

Now that’s a better answer than I could ever have imagined. “That leaves nearly forty hours of fun.”

Her look was either excitement or trepidation perhaps a combination of the two.

“So let’s not waste any of it.”

“Ok?”

“Did you bring your car?” I asked

“No; lead the way.” She giggled.

We exited the centre, my mind trying to think of more explicit situations. Before too long I was pulling into the driveway of someone’s house. I got clay-dirt from Bayan Escort the garden adding a little water from my drink bottle, smearing my number plates. Hopefully making it difficult to read them. Rinsing my hands I re-entered the car asking her for her dress.

She removed the dress and passed it to me without hesitation. I threw it onto the backseat and drove on. Turning into an industrial area I pulled to the side of the road. “This would be a good time to get out.”

She looked at me. I returned the stare with a trust me smile. She exited the car in all her glory highlighted only by her tan pumps. “I’ll see you in a hundred metres!” I yelled. Driving off to park about one hundred metres down the road to wait.

As luck would have it no one came but when she re-entered the car she was absolutely beaming.

“Wow! Who would have thought that could be so exhilarating. Thank you.”

“You’re truly welcome,” I said.

“So are you brave enough to go a hundred metres on the highway?”

“No; what about fifty metres?”

“You’ll have to cross the road. There’s a chance of getting caught in the traffic.”

“OK… What am I saying? But I really loved that and what the hell; I want to do it! If someone had told me this morning I’d be running naked on the highway today I would have said they were mad.”

We drove to the highway pulling up in the service lane where I could exit and then turn in the U turn bay to get to the other side.

“Are you ready?”

Opening the door she said “I might half hide behind this tree till you get to the U turn bay.”

She exited more with excitement than apprehension this time. I drove off as I made the U turn there was a break in the traffic so I was able to scoot across in one action pulling up fifty meters further down the road from where I dropped her. I could see her standing in the middle waiting for a break in the traffic. Car horns tooting and drivers yelling. She crossed and started running toward me. A car pulled over after passing her but she made it to my car safely. I took off with her screeching. “That was better than I thought it would be! What a rush!”.

We drove on. I offered her back her dress which she took but simply left on her lap.

“Where to now?” she asked; clearly still wanting to up the ante.

I smiled and said “You’ll see”.

I drove onto the freeway and pulled over and got out. She followed; I asked her to bend over the hood. She was there so fast she nearly fell. I unzipped and took her easily. She was wetter than any girl I’d ever been with. We stood there in the breeze and noise mostly from the traffic. Giving and getting the best each of us had. In other circumstances her trimmed beaver might have been tight. Escort Not today. Again we earned quite a few toots, hoots and hollers from the passing parade after they realised what they had sped past. She quickly came but I just kept ploughing her. When she came again so did I. A bit late but it was then I realised I hadn’t used protection.

“I’m sorry I forgot about a condom,” seemed a lame thing to say but she happily accepted it with a positive response.

“It’s ok. I’m on the pill and I loved the feel of you exploding inside me. Anyway it’s your seats that are going to soak it up.”

We drove off quickly. I asked her to put her dress back on.

We drove to a somewhat dingy suburb entering the pet store. I bought a dog collar with studs and a chain. After exiting the store she placed it round her neck without comment, simply handing me the chain. We walked to a nearby XXXX shop entering their upstairs showroom. I led her to sit to watch the show. I started fingering her, she willingly spread her legs wide. There were two other guys in there who started to move closer. Evident the best show was no longer on the screen. I whispered in her ears “Are you ok if they watch?” She simply smiled and closed her eyes. The guys looked to see if they could advance; I nodded. They sat in the row in front of us and proceeded to watch. I flicked her dress up exposing her snatch with my fingers doing what fingers do in such circumstances making sure the audience got an eyeful. The guys each pulled out their manhood desperate to show their appreciation.

I could feel the tightening of her muscles so I whispered to her. “You have an attentive audience”. She opened her eyes and saw the guys beating off. This visual stimulation was too much. She came straight away. Her orgasmic noises were too much for the men. They blew their loads in symphony with her orchestra. When she settled I pulled on the chain and we walked out; heads held high. I took the chain back to the pet store and asked for a refund which was gladly given. We smiled at each other and returned to the car.

“I didn’t know I was an exhibitionist let alone appreciate I’m submissive; but that was bloody brilliant!”

“So are you ready to walk into your parents house naked with me?”

“Bloody hell! No!”

“Are you sure?”

“No?”

“Just kidding. We are not doing that but maybe your neighbors.” Which earned me a punch to the arm.

“Do you have a straight male friend you would be prepared to have casual sex with?”

“Possibly Stephen?”

“Pass me your phone please. Now also might be a good time to tell me your name.”

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Adrienne watched the plumes of black smoke rise against the horizon. The green fields and dark forests that lay between the war and her were deserted, and she hoped they would stay that way.

Not quite deserted, she realized with a sting of fear in her chest. A dark speck moved over the cows’ grazing pasture, in the direction of her house. A soldier.

She swallowed and walked into the barn. Did this mean the war had finally come to her home?

Adrienne pursed her lips together and tightened her grip around a rake. If the soldiers wanted to take her cows, she would let them. But they wouldn’t take her home or her dignity without a fight. It was bad luck that her parents were away the entire week, but Adrienne knew how to defend herself if she had to.

She returned to the sunlight and watched the soldier come closer. He was alone, she realized with a sigh of relief. And he was wounded. After he had climbed the last fence surrounding the farm, he collapsed with a moan.

Biting her lip, Adrienne let the rake fall to her side. The safest thing would be to let him lie there until her parents came back. On the other hand, what kind of person would she be if she did?

She walked up to him with slow, measured steps. He was breathing, clutching a shallow wound in his shoulder. Blood had soaked half of his uniform, which was that of a private in the British Army.

“Sir?” she said in her halting English.

The soldier’s eyes opened, and an expression of panic spread across his face. He was handsome, with pale blue eyes and dark, tangled hair. For a moment, she hoped she would get to see a smile on his full, red lips.

“Please, help me,” he said.

Adrienne opened and closed her mouth, uncertain what to say. Deciding that silence would do for now, she grabbed his good arm and helped him up. He leaned against her as she led him into the farmhouse, up the stairs and into her bedroom. There, he collapsed on the bed with a pained groan.

“I’d better clean that wound,” she said. Forcing her hands steady, she removed the soldier’s shirt.

“Thank you,” he mumbled and closed his eyes.

“I think the bullet just missed you,” she said and pressed a wet cloth against the wound. “This will heal in no time, as long as it’s kept clean.”

A red blush spread across the soldier’s face. “It felt a lot worse than that. I thought I was going to die.”

Adrienne couldn’t help but smile. “I can imagine.”

“I got separated from the others. Then this bullet came out of nowhere and I couldn’t think properly. I just ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore. That’s when I saw your house.”

She nodded and went to collect something to dress the wound with. When she returned to her bedroom, the soldier swallowed and stared at the ceiling.

“You think I’m a coward,” he said. “For running away like that.”

Adrienne touched his shoulder lightly, felt the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. He was so different to the other men in her village. Where they had rough, sun burnt skin, he was soft. There was a slight tremble to his voice that she found intoxicating. The image of his body against hers flashed past her mind, and she felt a tingle of excitement.

“I think I would’ve run away like that, too,” she said.

The soldier smiled, but winced as she pressed the bandage against his wound. “You speak very good English,” he said.

“My mother taught me. She travelled a lot when she was younger, mostly to England.”

He nodded and lifted his hand. “I’m Private Johnson.”

“Adrienne,” she said. “How long have you been in France, Private?”

“Call me Ron. That’s what my friends used to call me. I guess I’ve been here about a month now, but I can’t tell for sure. The days just seem to blend together.”

“And you like it here?”

Ron smiled, and Adrienne felt a sting to her chest at the sight. He seemed so innocent, so kind.

“I love it here,” he said. “The fields, the forests. Nothing like London.”

“I wish I could see London, though,” she said. “My mother used to tell me stories about it and I always wanted to go.”

“Perhaps, after the war, you can come visit me.” A blush spread across Ron’s cheeks again. “I mean… Well, you could, if you wanted to.”

Adrienne lowered her eyes, conscious of the heat in her cheeks. Her stomach tingled with anticipation. For the second time she failed to hold back an image of his body pressed against hers.

“Perhaps,” Escort bayan she mumbled and finished with the bandage. “You should rest now.”

Ron brushed a finger along her arm. “Thank you for your kindness, Adrienne. I appreciate it more than you can imagine. Just to get away from this awful war for a moment and see a kind, pretty face. It makes me think I can actually stand all the fighting and the dying. Reminds me of why I do what I do.”

A warm sensation spread through Adrienne’s body, emanating from where Ron had touched her. She smiled and swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. “It was my pleasure,” she said.

Ron let his arm fall to his side, and she left him. The animals on the small farm where she had grown up and spent her entire life needed her attention. While working to feed the chickens and clean out the cows’ stalls, she found that her thoughts kept drifting back to the soldier asleep in her bed.

A coward who ran away from the enemy. The thought brought a giggle to her lips. If there was one thing she didn’t like about men, it was their incessant wish to be brave heroes. But here was one who dared admit he was frightened, one who brought tingles to her stomach with just one look.

She blushed and was glad her parents weren’t here to see her. They would be gone for a few more days, at least. Plenty of time for Adrienne to get to know Ron.

No, I shouldn’t think like that! She was a farmer’s girl from the French countryside, he a soldier from London. The only thing that could come out of a relationship between them was heartache.

And a few good moments that I could cherish forever.

Adrienne shook her head and went on her business. She could dream, but that was it.

The day passed quickly, and it was dark when she returned to the soldier’s room carrying a tray of food. Ron smiled the moment she walked through the door.

“I’m sorry to be a burden,” he said.

“You’re not.” Adrienne prepared a plate for him and then one for herself. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to. My parents are away for the week tending to some business, so all I have for company are chicken and cows.”

“Not great company,” Ron said and smiled.

He opened his mouth to continue, but was interrupted by the thunder of an explosion in the distance. Adrienne’s stomach froze, as it had done every night for what felt like years.

“They’re coming closer,” she said.

Ron put his plate aside, got up from the bed and walked over to the window. His eyebrows lowered in a frown. “Do you have somewhere to hide?”

“My father prepared a hideout in the basement,” she said.

Ron nodded and took her hand. His touch sent shivers up her arm, and she followed him down the stairs to the kitchen. There, she pulled a rug to the side and opened up a concealed door to the food cellar. The basement was cold and damp, but she figured a few candles could drive the worst of the chill out. A mattress lay against one corner, and the other walls held empty shelves.

Ron helped her carry some blankets and candles down the stairs, and then he carefully closed the door behind him. They could still hear bombs in the distance, but they were muffled and thus less frightening than they had been before.

“So you’re brave when needed,” Adrienne said and smiled, watching Ron’s face in the light of the flickering candles.

“I’m brave when I have someone to protect,” Ron said.

“I can take care of myself.”

Ron blushed and nodded towards the mattress. “You have that. I’m happy to sleep on the floor.”

“Nonsense. You ‘re wounded.”

Ron clutched his shoulder, wincing, and sat on the mattress with his back against the wall. “I’ll only sit down a little while.”

“Let me have a look.” Adrienne sank down beside him and studied the bandage. “I think it’ll heal up nicely.”

Her fingers brushed against Ron’s skin. Then another bomb rattled the night, closer this time, and she pressed herself against the wall.

“Are you okay?” Ron said and placed a warm, supporting hand on her shoulder. His touch sent shivers down her spine.

“This war frightens me, that’s all.”

He moved his hand up to rest against her cheek. “They’re still far away, trust me. They won’t come tonight.”

“And what if they come tomorrow night, or the night after?”

“Then I’ll be here to protect you.” He let his hand slide down to her neck. “I’ll stay for as long as you like and Bayan Escort keep you safe. I’m brave when I have someone to protect, remember?”

Adrienne smiled. “Thank you.”

Another explosion shook the house, and she took the opportunity to move closer to him. He placed his arms around her, one hand on her back and the other gently pressed against her hip. She sighed and brushed her fingers against the soft skin on his naked arms, wishing they could stay like this forever.

Ron sighed and leaned his cheek against her hair. She looked up, and before she knew it he placed a kiss on her lips. Her body trembled, and her fingers clutched against his skin. Ron opened his mouth and let his tongue play with hers. His hand moved from her hip to her stomach, then up towards her neck.

She sighed as his fingers reached her cleavage. He brushed the sensitive skin of her breasts lightly, then moved his hand down to her nipple. Warmth spread between her legs at his touch, and she kissed him intently to let him know she wanted him to continue. In the distance another bomb dropped, but it didn’t frighten her this time.

Ron moved one of his hands gently over her chest and stiffening nipple. The other ran slowly down her legs, then up underneath her dress. Her skin tingled as he touched the inside of her thighs, towards the warmth between her legs. He slid a finger inside her underwear and gently rubbed her lower lips, which were wet with anticipation now.

She brushed her hands over Ron’s shoulders, down along his sides. Then she touched his bare stomach, where she felt his abs working beneath the soft skin. The belt was easy to unbuckle, and soon she had his trembling cock in her hands. He sighed in pleasure and pressed a finger deep inside her vagina.

Adrienne trembled and began moving one hand up and down his cock while stimulating his balls with the other. Ron pressed another finger inside her while his thumb caressed her clit. She sighed in pleasure as warmth spread from his fingers throughout her body.

Ron smiled, his kisses sweet and intense. His blue eyes burned in the candlelight. Adrienne returned his smile, but couldn’t help to let a gasp escape when he suddenly moved away from her. His hands moved to her dress, and in one motion he had pulled it over her shoulders.

Adrienne shivered in the cold air, completely naked now except for her underwear. Ron eased her down on the mattress and placed himself on top of her. His tongue moved from her lips, down to the sensitive skin of her neck. He let his fingers return between her legs, where they rested teasingly just above her clit. Then he kissed her nipples, his tongue running in gentle circles around her areola as he did so.

He moved his fingers to the inside of her thigh, spreading tingles that filled her body with anticipation. Softly, he let them enter her vagina. While moving back and forth inside her, he kissed her chest, her stomach, then her clit. His tongue still made circles, and she gasped in pleasure.

Ron moved his fingers faster and faster, until Adrienne cried out in an orgasm. He smiled, gave her clit a gentle kiss and moved to lie on top of her. She spread her legs apart, her whole body aching in desire now. The candlelight fell on his shoulders, which were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He thrust inside her, and she sighed in pleasure. If the war came to her home tonight, she wouldn’t notice.

Ron moved slow at first but gradually faster. His lips touched cheeks, her neck, her forehead. She groaned. Although she had done this before with a boy from a neighboring farm, this was different. Ron was sweet and sensitive, his hands caressing her body and his eyes lit with excitement and joy. The other boy had been a rough brute, like most boys were from around here.

The combination of Ron’s cock inside her and the gentle touches of his hands and lips brought a sensation that was almost unbearable. Her back arched as she moved in rhythm to his thrusts, and her fingers dug into his back. Ron grunted in her ear, his breath hot against her neck.

She squealed as another orgasm tore through her body, this one much more intense than the first. Flashes of light passed before her eyes, and she gasped for air.

Ron smiled and sat up with his back against the wall. Adrienne lowered herself on top of him, letting his cock slide inside her vagina with a grunt of excitement. She moved slowly, first back and forth and Escort then up and down. Ron moved his hands to her hips, and his thumbs pressed gently against her clit. Leaning her head backwards, she groaned as he took her breasts in his mouth.

Her movements became faster as she became more and more eager. Ron’s fingers against her clit, his tongue and teeth against her nipples all brought waves of pleasure unlike anything she had experienced before. Then the excitement became too much, and she screamed as the world exploded. Ron screamed with her, his hands tight around her hips as he came.

Adrienne collapsed on Ron’s good shoulder and sighed.

“That was…” he mumbled.

“Yes,” she said, having suddenly forgotten all other words in the English vocabulary.

“You were amazing.”

“Thank you.”

She shivered, feeling the cold air again. Ron noticed and draped a blanket over her shoulders. They sat like that, holding each other, until she was overcome by thirst.

She got up and poured them both a cup.

“It’s quiet,” she said. “I think we’re safe for now.”

“And I was just beginning to like this place,” Ron said, pouting.

“I guess it’s safer to stay here.”

Ron nodded and lay down on the mattress. “I think we can share this one now.”

“I think so too.”

She lay down next to him, relishing the feeling of his skin against hers. He pressed himself against the wall and ran a hand over her breasts and stomach beneath the blanket.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled. “More beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

Adrienne felt him become stiff against her thigh and smiled. “Thank you.”

Ron leaned forward and kissed her. His hands fumbled down her side and found her clit. She trembled and spread her legs. He entered her with two fingers and smiled.

“I think I could do this all night.”

She nodded and swallowed a groan. “Why not? The war could come here tomorrow, and then it’ll be too late.”

Ron sighed and rolled over on top of her. He entered her softly, and they took their pleasure again in the light of the candles.

Adrienne never wanted the night to end. Eventually, though, she must have fallen asleep because she woke up by the crow of a cockerel. Ron was sleeping beside her, his hands around her waist.

She kissed him on the mouth and smiled. “I hate the war, but I’m glad it brought you to me.”

“I’m glad, too.” He kissed her intently and pressed his body against hers. “Perhaps I can stay here until it’s all over, and then you can return with me to London.”

“I’d love that.” The thought of spending the rest of her life with him brought butterflies to her stomach.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.” Ron kissed her neck and her cheek. “Beautiful, intelligent, strong. I thank God for bringing us together.”

Adrienne smiled and pressed herself against him. She wanted him more than she could ever imagine, both body and soul. He seemed to sense her excitement, because he began caressing her breasts and kissing her intently.

“Johnson!”

They both froze at the call from upstairs. Adrienne rolled from the mattress and pulled the dress over her head.

“That’s my officer,” Ron said and shot up. He struggled with his trousers and ran upstairs.

Adrienne swallowed, straightened her dress and followed him. Five British soldiers stood on the farmhouse’s courtyard, all with big guns and stern looks.

“Sir,” Ron said where he stood saluting in front of them. “I got lost and was shot in the arm. Adrienne here nursed me back to health.”

“I see.” The officer’s smile was polite enough, but there was an unmistakable hint of amusement in his eyes. “Are you ready to leave, Private? We haven’t got all day.”

Ron swallowed and disappeared inside the house. Adrienne drew a shivering breath and tried to look respectable.

“Any of you want a glass of water?” she said. “Milk?”

They all shook their heads in silence. Adrienne sighed, and she gave Ron a relieved smile when he returned.

“I have to go,” he said. “But I… I’ll come back for you. After the war. Trust me, I’ll come back.”

Adrienne blinked back a tear burning behind her eyelid and nodded. “Of course. Be safe, will you?”

Ron smiled that warm, kind smile that had made her melt already from the beginning. “Good.” He kissed her once on the mouth and walked away.

She watched them leave. Ron’s fellow soldiers patted him on the back and laughed, and he laughed with them. Then they disappeared behind the barn, from her view.

She bit her lip and sighed.

He’ll be back, she thought. Then she returned to the farmhouse to finish her chores.

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We are alone at last. I have butterflies in my stomach and I feel like a school boy about to experience his first kiss. I look at you and can see you are also a bit nervous from that way your eyes wander around the room. You see that I have two candles for ambiance and soft music playing low in the background. You walk to the bed and sit with your legs crossed and glance my way. I have been watching you since we walked in so only now you see my eyes fixed upon you. You are shy and turn away and create nervous chat.

As I look at you I notice your face and how your hair compliments it’s shape. I notice the sparkle around your eyes causing your skin to shine like your lips. It is as if you have fairy dust upon you and it’s presence has cast a spell over me and I am helpless to defend against your powers. I am drawn to you and must submit to all of your desires.

I walk over to the bed and stand before you. You look up into my eyes. As I reach for your hands you stand and your body is placed conveniently touches mine. I look into your kind eyes and I smile. I then reach for you with my lips. I see you rise to your toes to meet my kiss as you follow me to your mouth. And when our lips touch we are drifted and offered satiation from each other’s touch. I feel you take my lips as you kiss them. I feel my heart pounding within me as I realize our first kiss… that this is real.

My anxiety slowly gives way to something more powerful. I feel more and more drawn to you as I am replete with hunger. It must be satisfied. You have both taken me under your spell and become my prey simultaneously. As our kiss deepens you offer me your tongue and I gladly accept it and offer mine in return. Your motion is slow and gentle and soft. We slowly separate and gently pull at each others lips and I end with a gentle kiss on your cheek. Our first kiss is a slow long deep and gentle one.

Our anxieties are gone now. There is no room for this. I can see your attention is now focused on me as your hands begin to explore my body. Your left hand touches my cheek and neck as your right hand feels the strength of my shoulders. You notice the size of my shoulders and move both hands beneath my arms and measure my back. Your eyes move across my neck, chin, lips, cheeks, and stop on my eyes. You look into my eyes and see me admiring the same of you. My arms have been around you like a warm blanket. Then they move as our eyes meet. My right hand moves around and brushes against your left breast. I want to gauge your reaction to my advance as this will set the pace of my movements. You grin slightly and look up at me after watching my hand touch you. You do not stop me.

I ask you if you are ready for a shower? “Yes.” And I then begin to undress. My shoes and socks are off first and I realize you have sat upon the bed to watch me undress. So I undress slowly for you to enjoy. I note your eyes fixed upon my feet. I smile at you and ask if you like? “Yes.” And then my shirt is slowly peeled form my skin exposing my chest. My pants are unbuttoned and fall slowly to the floor exposing my black boxer briefs and the outline of a hard object hiding within them. I step closer to you and lift the cotton brief and allow the dimmed light to illuminate my throbbing cock. You lean in a bit to get a close look at it. I am standing before you naked and vulnerable. All you say to me is, “Tight.”

I step closer toward you and your face is just higher then my waist. Your hands reach for me. You touch my penis with your right hand. Your soft embrace makes me hard and you like the result of your gentle touch. I reach down and pull your shirt tail loose from your jeans and lift it over your head and your shirt is placed on the chair. I then reach behind you and unclasp your bra and the straps fall off your shoulders and with one pull it is off as your breasts are exposed. I glance across your breasts and think how excited I am knowing that you bestowed upon me the freedom to touch hold caress and taste your body.

I caress your left breast with the back of my hand as I admire the contour and shape. I then bend to my knees and see your stomach and navel as I work my way down to take your left shoe Escort bayan and pull it off. Then the right. I note how petite your feet are. I then remove your socks. I take your feet and place them on top of my thighs as I feel the moisture and warmth emanate from your soft feet. I cover the top of your feet and work my way beneath the left foot allowing your right to rest on my leg. I place your foot on my chest and lift it and caress it with both hands. I lift it higher still and place my nose just over the ball of your foot and inhale deeply through my nose. I want to know the scent you carry with you at every part of your body. The scent of lotion is present and a bit sweat. I like it and I take a quick taste with one small lick. “Nice.”

I then spread your legs and unbutton your pants and take them slowly down. I watch your thighs appear before my eyes an note how smooth they appear. I follow to your knees and calves and finally to your ankles and away. You are now in panty alone… “Hanes her way…” They look comfortable but they must go. I have you stand and pull them down and I leave them on the floor. Your step out of them brings you closer to me and my face is an inch or so from your pussy. I move my hands to your ass cheeks and pull you toward me as your hands seek my shoulders for balance. Your muff is clean and smooth completely shaved for me. Your labia are just a bit swollen from anticipation. I kiss your muff with my soft moist lips and I lick just from the bottom of your labia and up toward you clit.

I feel your body tense a bit as my tongue crosses your clit. I then rise as I lead you to the shower. I look back at you and smile as I can see your excitement.

The water is warm and we enter together. I take the soap and lather well my hands as I caress your shoulders and back. I look into your eyes and read your hunger for my lips so I kiss you gently. I admire the texture of your skin and can not wait to taste it so I kiss your cheek and neck and lick the water from your skin. My erection pokes you slightly as I reach around you with my arms. Your hands grasp my full erection and you stroke me gently with your right hand as the left hand moves to the small of my back. We kiss as the warm water falls upon us.

I then bend to my knees and have your left foot on my thigh once again as I lather it up and firmly massage it with deep pressure. Your toes are painted candy red. How ironic as I intend to take them in my mouth and taste them. I note the frailty and delicate shape of each toe. I stroke the second and third toe lightly and then run my fingers beneath your arch. I have never explored a woman like this before and I feel a curious arousal within me as I touch you. I make sure each toe is cleaned and repeat the process on the other foot as your hands are on my shoulders for balance.

You then lather me up well as you explore my body. You have not had the pleasure of bedding a man with hair on his chest before so you take delight in looking me over. You bend and clean my feet and note the careful attention I have given my feet in preparation for our meeting and sensual encounter. You lather your hands and hold my penis in your hand as you gently stoke it and then drop to my balls reaching deeply between my legs. Your hands are so soft. “Babe, that feels so good.” I leave the shower and dry off quickly and then dry you off gently with a second towel. I take the time to dab every inch of your beautiful body that you are offering to me.

We then move to the bed. You lay on your back and I ask you to spread your legs for me. You submit. I mount you and place some of my weight upon you as I kiss your lips and I feel your warm damp body against mine. My cock is now throbbing in anticipation but I will not enter you yet. There is much to do before we consummate this encounter. We kiss deeply and the passion grows. You kiss me more aggressively and your hands are pressed upon my back. I know you would have me inside you now. I want nothing more than to enter you and I almost do but I am restrained. I lift myself and kneel between your legs and I spread you wider. I spread your outer labia with my cock and I begin pumping you.

Your Bayan Escort clit is teased but you are not penetrated. This makes you quit wet and I want a taste but not yet. I then leave you for just a moment and return with the ice bucket. I place it on the night stand. You know exactly what it is.

I begin kissing you again and our tongues meet for a long taste and caress. I can smell your perfume lightly applied to your neck so I move and taste there. My tongue slips out and I taste your neck with each kiss and press strongly against your neck just under your jaw. Like a vampire I suck and you do not struggle. You invite my lips and tongue for more. I love your neck and I kiss every inch of both sides before I move to you delicate collar bones. I see them protruding from your body like handle bars on a bicycle. I kiss them and follow the contour with my tongue. I then move down to your beautiful breasts. I rub my soft face across them like a kitten and smell your skin and note how soft and smooth your breasts are. They are so inviting. Your heart is beating fast as I place my ear over your heart so that I can hear it beating. Thump thump thump.

I circle your left breast with slight kisses and exhale warm breath bringing an erection to your nipples. I then take your nipple in my mouth and taste it. I suck as if through a straw and pull it into my mouth. Your back is a bit arched and you are moaning slightly. I can feel heat emanating from your wet pussy. I move to your right breast as it sits flat for me with nipple ready for taste. I take it in my mouth and suck it harder then the left. I am hungry for you and the pangs are growing more and more intense.

I then move to your stomach and put my tongue in your navel surprising you. I kiss your stomach from side to side and then I move still lower . I am now focused on your pooch. I love just enough of a pooch that I can bite it with my lips and so I do. A number of times. I then move further down until I find your Mound of Venus shaved bald and smooth. I rub my face across it with my smooth face and then down to the moisture. I inhale through my nose as I now know your womanly scent. It excites me and I must taste you. I lick your thighs just where your leg meets your waist next to your labia, “Yummy.” I then lick from below up and spread you pussy lips just enough to get a taste of the juice that has prepared your pussy for my hot throbbing cock. I then circle your clit like a predator it’s prey and finally I take care to excite your clit with my tongue. You are moaning now and I love the way you taste. But there is more of you to explore.

I then move down your thighs and across your knees and calves making sure to kiss every inch as I descend and then down to your ankles.

I take your left foot lifting it to my mouth and lick the inside of your ankle. I then lick the arch of your foot and bottom of the heel. I now take a deep breathe and smell again. There is no familiar odor now. I then lick between your middle toes just a bit. I then have you reach to the ice bucket to a warm squeeze bottle of Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup.

I have you sit on the edge of the bed with your feet on top of my thighs. I take the cap off and turn it upside down and allow the thick syrup to fall on and between your toes. You giggle and smile at me. It feels good as it is warm and gooey. I then take your left foot and begin to systematically clean every inch of it with my tongue and lips. I lick the top and sides. I drool profusely. I must swallow constantly. I then move to the bottom of your foot and lick from the heel to the arch and then to the ball and then I lick each toe individually with a wet tongue. I get in between each toe and notice the candy red polish and the softness of your feet. It is clear that you take good care of your feet and have taken time to make them look good. This turns me on even more. “You turn me on.” I am getting hot and I still have the right foot to taste. I cover the right foot and make sure the syrup has saturated it. I clean you foot patiently and thoroughly. My heart is racing and I am about ready to enter you.

I take the syrup and put a bit on my tongue and Escort I kiss you deeply so you can taste. I then allow dripping on your labia and I clean it instantly. My tongue moves from top to bottom to top again. I am tasting your pussy and I want more. My tongue goes deeper inside you to find more taste but I am unsuccessful. I will need to be satisfied with teasing your clit. Your clit is available and I have teased it by circle and lick…up and down… gently and then with pressure. I also suck it just enough to give you pleasure.

I then lift myself to you and motion you to the bed and on your back. You submit to me totally. I Kiss you deeply as I spread you wide. You are ready for me and you will receive me with complete abandon. I look into your eyes and I plunge my volume inside you for the first time. You are hot, soft, and wet. Your body is ready to be entered and your back arches slightly and legs spread a bit to receive me. I slowly move my cock deeper and deeper inside you as your eyes follow mine. I love looking into your eyes. I wont take my eyes away from yours. I pump you gently at first and note all the sensation you offer to me. I note the tastes and smells of your body.

I must have my way with you. I am inside you and begin to thrust harder. I tell you, “You are my possession and you will take my cock how I give it to you.” I take you harder and harder and eventually I take your hands and lock fingers with mine above your head and I fuck you. I fuck you hard.

You are helpless below me. My weight is totally upon you and you are pinned beneath me. My passion is expressed violently as your body is shaken like a toy. I am not gentle with you as I fuck you deep and hard. Your body jolts with each thrust and your tits bounce as my cock and pelvis strike your pussy and thighs. I can tell you are ready to cum and I tell you, “Cum for me.”

You are helpless below me and you like it. It makes you cum. So your legs tense as they spread and you press your body against mine and moan and moan and moan until you burst out with “UUHHHhhhhhh.” And again and again and again. You have cum and your body falls motionless. I release your hands but they lay there motionless for a few moments as I look into your eyes. You can see I am pleased you were able to cum. Then your hands seek the girth of my shoulders. They explore me as continue pumping you. I am still looking into those beautiful eyes and with each thrust I can feel your breasts bounce. I take your lips and mouth every few seconds as I need more and more from you.

I then lift myself to my knees and place your feet on my chest and hold them there as pump you. I then lick your toes one more time. You look up at me and know I will cum inside you. You lay there and submit to my hunger. You are now there solely to satisfy me. Your body is my toy. I then pounce on top of you again as I spread you wider and I have my way with you. I am thrusting myself inside you and you lay there and take it. You are motionless but for my violent expressions upon you and inside you. I love that you take it. I can feel my cum move from deep within me preparing to explode bursting from my cock like a cannon. I tell you, “Take my cum! Take it from me.” I explode inside you and you feel the warm elixir enter you in spurts. You look into my eyes and see the passion expressed within you and you know it is real. Your mouth is open just enough that I feel need to kiss your lips and mouth as my cum is slowed from my body.

Your face has sex flush and I must kiss you again so I do. I kiss your lips and then I spend some time kissing your cheeks and neck. I lick your face and neck as I pump you to make sure there is no cum left inside me. I need you to have it all. Your body accommodates me by allowing deep access to your vagina. Your soft skin is now wet with sweat and smells of you. I love it. I take a deep breath to know you well. As I take a few last deep thrusts I kiss you again and I look into your eyes. You are looking back into my eyes and say nothing. I feel as if I am a beast with fiery passion. I feel as if I have been tamed and the fire that burned within me has been extinguished for now. You have been my possession and I have taken you but you have been in total control the entire time. I have been your servant despite my actions and domination of you. I must have you again.

So I begin to pump you again and without a rest and you are mine again…

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I was the bachelor of the office. No big deal. Thirty three years old. My life was solely composed of working or working out. I had mostly gotten the results I wanted. Eighty a year with benefits, insurance, the whole package. After work I’d go to the gym and train for a fight that would probably never happen. I stood six-foot two at 195 lbs of muscle, and even dressed business-casual my sleeves were clinging to my arms.

If you asked me about women when I was twenty-three I would have coughed and pretended you didn’t say anything. Now it was pretty easy. I’m glad I got to know the difference. I had a type. I generally liked my women thick. When you’re in the shape I’m in that meant pretty easy pickings. But something happened a little while back, something I never would have thought would happen: I got bored. I got tired of the little lies: “No you don’t look fat. Yeah I like your politics. You’re the only person I’m talking to.”

My sex life peaked when I was half a loser; when you’re attractive enough to fuck but too low for her friends to see you with, that’s when you get the most ass at the nightclub. These days, as soon as I slept with a woman she was calling me back the next day, practically expecting a wedding ring. Couldn’t do it anymore. So I took my contacts out and put my glasses back on and went back into work.

When my coworker Kenneth asked me to watch over his house in Avalon, I didn’t make a big deal out of it. He was going on a camping trip and needed someone to feed the dog. His place was a lot nicer than my apartment on the South side and I needed the time to work on my spreadsheets for work, I had a whole quarter that I needed to balance in Microsoft Excel. Three days. No big deal.

I pulled up to his driveway around 7:00 PM. Parked my Chevrolet Challenger Demon right next to his Jeep Grand Cherokee, its trunk flung open, Kenneth hauling camping gear back and forth while his middle school kids sat in the back seat. “Finally here, thank god,” he said.

“Sorry, had to hit the gym. Got the keys?”

“Here you go.” Kenneth handed me the keys to the house. His house was the kind of place a governor would tell people he lived in. Two floors of old brick and warm yellow light. Nice neighbors. Nice school district. His wife brought the last of the bags from the doorway. She had the gait of a woman who was used to being overweight. Besides the few extra pounds, she looked good for fifty one.

“Hi David,” she crooned. His wife gave me a familiar hug, squeezed my deltoid as if to take stock of me. Kenneth was too old to be jealous. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You as well. Thanks for letting me crash here.”

She laughed. “Anytime. Come on, I’ll show you inside.”

Kenneth’s wife showed me the pantry for the dog food, the living room, and the master bedroom. The house reminded me of my childhood except that the pictures were of strangers. There was one photo on the fridge that caught my eye.

“Who’s she?” I pointed at a graduation photo of a young brunette. Perfect teeth, brown eyes, busty even in her gown–probably Kenneth’s kid though. Simmer down.

“Oh, that’s Casey,” she said. “She didn’t want to go camping with us, said she’s ‘allergic'”. She made air quotations for effect. “So she went to spend time with her friend over at Southern.”

“That’s tragic,” I replied dryly.

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Forty minutes later and Kenneth and his family were on the road, and I was free to enjoy his 4K TV and blu-rays. Die Hard, The Matrix, Apocalypse Now. Theatrical or Redux? I thought to myself. Better feed the dog first. Santa Paws, or Santa, for short, was a white labrador that even an asshole like me could get to like. I didn’t even get the movie started with all the petting he was getting.

After Martin Sheen had killed Marlon Brando it was time for a shower and maybe some spreadsheets. I went upstairs to use the master bathroom and noticed there was a door left open on the second floor. I peeked in. It was clearly Casey’s room. Pink walls. Clothes everywhere. Next to her door was a hamper of dirty laundry. A bra strap was hanging out.

This should have been the stop sign for me. It’s one thing to help myself to the TV. Creeping on his eighteen year old daughter’s room was completely different. I decided to spare myself just this one indiscretion and see what this girl was packing under that gown. I picked up the bra and turned it over and my jaw nearly Escort bayan hit the floor. 26H. No fucking way. That’s skinny and top heavy. There’s no way she had an ass.

Finally, a moment of clarity overcame me. What the hell was I doing here? I put the bra back in the hamper and went to take my shower. I made it a steamy one. When I was done I didn’t put my shirt back on, I just put my legs through some basketball shorts. I admired myself in the mirror for a bit. Six pack abs were not easy at this age.

As soon as I came back downstairs I knew something was amiss. In the kitchen Santa the dog was running in circles and yapping.

“What?” I asked the dog. Stupid.

And then a shadow appeared at the stained window by the front door. The lock turned. Did Kenneth forget something? Why would he turn around to come back here at midnight?

The door opened and she came in. Casey. She looked like a fucking rapper’s white girlfriend. She was in the sort of slutwear you only put on when you’re going to a Halloween party or a Latin club. Full makeup, foundation, eye liner. Her breasts were barely being held by a midriff with no straps. Her waist went inwards like an hourglass and her hips opened up wide. She stared at me. “Oh shit,” she said.

“Hold up, you’re not supposed to be here,” I said, puzzled.

She almost got mad, and then she looked me up and down. Taller than her by five inches, muscles everywhere. “Neither are you, who are you? A stripper?”

“I’m your dad’s friend. He asked me to look after the house.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Of course he would do something like that. Well, I’m Casey.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you. I’m David.”

She closed the door behind her and walked past me into the kitchen. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t have been more wrong about her butt. Her ass was squeezing out of some high trim booty shorts. Ridiculous. I looked around for my shirt but it was probably upstairs. “So I’m guessing you didn’t make it to your college huh?”

Casey went into the fridge and came out with two bottles of liquor. “No, that didn’t work out. So I’d figured I’d at least come home and chill out alone.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You chill out alone dressed like that?”

She looked down at her ample cleavage. Then she laughed. “Yeah, I was at the club for a bit.”

“Which club do they let you into? You’re eighteen and you look even less.”

“Club Dominica. They don’t ID you if you dress like a whore.”

“Pffft. Well I hope you had a good time. I guess I can call your dad and get out of here then, I’m pretty sure you can feed the dog.”

“Aww, don’t let me drink alone.” She raised the bottle of Ciroc to me.

I sighed. “There’s no way you’re allowed to just come home and drink your parents’ liquor.”

“As long as you’re not a tattletale.”

She was pretending to be an airhead but I knew she was a little smarter than she was letting on. She never had any plans to begin with, her “trip” to her friend’s college was probably just a ploy to get the house to herself and have a party. I wasn’t gonna say that part out loud. “Okay, one drink,” I said. “But let me put on a shirt.”

She smiled, somewhere between tipsy and drunk. “But you look like Joe Manganiello in Magic Mike. You don’t need a shirt.”

And an awkward silence. I kept looking at her tits. They were supple and her huge nipples made two dark outlines in the kitchen light. I felt my cock stir. Fuck, I thought. Think of something to say before this little girl sees you getting hard.

“Come on, let’s drink,” she said.

“Sure,” I replied, resigned. I came closer to her. She smelled like vodka and perfume. Her lips had soft pink lipstick. Whore’s lips. How many boys were going to use those slutty lips when she goes to college this fall, I thought, against my better judgement.

We each took a shot in the kitchen. My intrusive thoughts were killing me. Her perfect skin, her supple breasts, her tiny nubile waist, her fat ass, no man could withstand this torture. And it just kept getting worse.

“Do you play sports?” she asked.

“No.” I said. I was trying to be as lame as I could right now. This wasn’t just somebody’s daughter, it was Kenneth’s daughter. Who I work with. It was a principle to not flirt with a little dumb girl like this. But I’d never felt my flesh tempted like it was with this little teen.

“Really? All that working out you must do for those Bayan Escort arms and you’re just doing my dad’s boring ass job?” She laughed. “I bet I could figure out a good way to use them. Look at those veins, god damn.” She put her tiny hand on my biceps and I instinctively flexed.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “It’s hard as a rock.”

I thought she was talking about my dick at first and my face went red with humiliation. Suddenly I was that lame 23 year old in business school again. She was laughing and squeezed my arm again. “You wanna watch some TV?”

I composed myself before she could notice. “Sure. What do you like, 90-Day Fiance or some shit like that?”

“No asshole,” She said playfully, and led me by my arm to the couch. “I’m a Love and Hip-Hop girl.”

“What the hell is Love and Hip-Hop?”

“It’s this show where the wives of rappers and basketball players complain about who’s messing with whose man and like, it’s scandalous A.F.”

“Scandalous A.F…” I said, making no mystery of how confused I was. At least the small talk was keeping my semi-hard dick in my basketball shorts. There was no reason for me to be here. But here she was, on the couch next to me, our arms touching with a bottle of vodka. Just watch the show. Act normal.

We talked about my job and her upcoming semester at college. Then we took two more shots. Dear god, this TV show was awful. I saw a rapper I knew on the TV and pointed. “Oh shit, is that Yung Joc?”

“Yeah, he’s on here.”

“Damn…” Then I realized that her hand had moved down to my thigh. When she saw me looking she chuckled.

“Wow, your thighs are so huge. You must squat like a thousand pounds.” She squeezed my left thigh just like she did my arm. Firm lean tissue. She gave my inner thigh another squeeze. “Damn, you’re so hard everywhere dude, you need to be like Mr. Universe.”

“Hold up there,” I said, panicked.

“Why, you think I’m gonna accidentally squeeze your junk?” She laughed and then she put her hand even closer inside, and gave a dominant, vice grip. She gasped, the cute ditzy act vanished, replaced with actual shock. She was holding on to my rock solid boner under my shorts.

I froze. Ready to spend the rest of my life in jail or something like that. Then she laughed again, more performative than before.

“Jesus, you’re dick is huge!” she said. “How big is that?”

“Seven and a half inches.”

She bit her lip. “Well, I got a dildo that’s like eight so at least I know I can take it.” She had full eye contact with me now.

I was on autopilot, ready to give in and treat her like every other slut. I looked at her right back in the eyes. “I don’t think you can.”

“Yeah, well I guess I gotta show you.” She began to probe around the tent in my shorts, until she came up to the head and began to rub my glans and frenulum with her tender hands.

I let out a deep sigh. “God, that feels so good.”

She pulled the leg of my shorts up to my waist and exposed my throbbing cock, pointing towards the ceiling like a compass and begging for more. She turned slightly and leaned over. I saw the crown of her head, her brown hair falling and draping over my cock and my legs. I saw nothing. And then her head came down and I felt a hot sensation on my head. I felt two wet lips take me in. My frenulum being massaged by a warm, wet tongue.

She shifted and put herself fully on her knees, perpendicular to me. I looked over her head to see her exposed back and the whale tail of her short shorts being consumed by her ample ass. I grabbed it with my left land while she kept sucking me into her mouth.

She kept going down and I could feel my cock curve into her throat. Her larynx. It a tight little pocket to get my head into. And then she came up and I could feel my cock almost get cold as her big lips slid up off it. And then she came down again.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

Her head began to pick up speed, and soon she was coming up and down like a piston, a gawking noise of flesh and saliva coming out of her mouth every time. She’d let her lips ajar to get what little air she could and then put them tight around my cock again.

Her back had spaghetti straps holding her shirt together and I took my left hand off her ass to undo it. Every time she came up and down with her mouth I was losing a little bit of sense.

She finally needed air. She came up and gasped, two mouthfuls of spit fell Escort out over her bottom lip and her face was stark red. “You’re so big daddy,” she said between her panting. My cock was shining from her worship.

I had to fill this teen. I grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her on her back, almost effortlessly, her hands holding onto my shoulders. “Yes, daddy.” she said.

I put my hands all over her slutty body and my arms bulged as I began to tear everything off. Buttons, fabric, didn’t matter. I ripped her shirt off and she let out a moan.. Another when I just split her pathetic shorts open. Her skin looked like baby fat, unblemished by age or tattoos. Her huge tits fell a little to her left and right side each, her dark areola and fat nipples staring up at me.

I pulled off her Victoria Secret panties and her legs consented. Didn’t wanna damage the merchandise. Her shoes and socks. Then she was stark naked, eyes closed. I looked at her hairy cunt. I could smell it from here. She had to have been aroused since the kitchen. I grabbed the base of my dick and rubbed the head over her clit.

“Mmm…” she said.

I finally pushed my cock down and slowly leaned in until it began to go inside. Her pussy was slick and tight. I kept waiting for my cock to stop going in, to hit some wall. It kept going.

“Oh fuck,” she cried. I wasn’t even in all the way. Finally I’d fed her pussy the last centimeter of dick I had and I could just about feel her cervix. “Oh, daddy. It’s so big.” She grabbed each of my biceps and held them in a tight grip.

I swung my hips back and withdrew almost every inch of cock I’d given her and then I thrusted back in, making sure we felt our hips touch. “Ungh!” she cried. “Just like that.”

I began to fuck her hard. Her legs went over my forearms and I balanced myself by grabbing onto her shoulders. Every time my cock went into her there was a clapping noise from the impact. She let out a slutty grunt every time. Every thrust I made was sending her deeper into her primal desire to breed. The same as me. She put her hands on my moving chest, feeling every bit of my pecs. My nipples. She put her hands on my abs and seemed to inspect every single one as if to admire their perfection.

Her tits went up and down with each stroke. I was getting hypnotized by them. Nipples up, nipples, down, up and down, a wavy ripple of flesh passing each time I slammed my cock into her. Her pussy walls were massaging me, and six inches inside her there seemed to be an even tighter hole that was beginning to coax my body into surrendering my seed. I could feel my glans being held hostage by the deep end of her pussy, her hungry cervix demanding my thick semen if I ever wanted to have my cock back again.

Every thrust, every clap, every moan from this slut drove me deeper into a tunnel of unbridled lust. My higher functions were shutting down. I’m dissociating. The moans are still there and her skin clapping is faint but all I can think about is how satisfying it is every time my dick gets to the back of this sluts’ fuckhole and I feel that tighter niche grind on my glans. I can’t hold this back for long. My body is priming for orgasm and so is hers.

“You’re gonna make me cum daddy,” she cried.

“Come for me baby,” I grunted.

“HHNNNG-” she began screaming as her walls collapsed on my cock and fully coaxed out my climax. I grabbed two handfuls of her tits and let out a primordial roar as my entire body was obliterated with waves of the sweet catharsis I’d been craving since she got there, since I was even born, my cock unloading dollops of cum inside and then even more ropes shooting out. She let out a moan for each thundering pump she felt inside her raw cunt. I fell on top of her and she held me, both of us panting like dogs. We sat like that wordlessly for 10 minutes.

Soon, I lifted my hips and we let out one more moan together as my shrinking cock pulled out of her. Both of our cum was running from her flayed pussy lips onto the couch. She just sat there taking deep breaths. She wasn’t even looking at me when she panted: “That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” Complete earnestness.

“Yeah. Me too.” I stood and lifted her up like a child and carried her, legs draped over my arm. She was almost catatonic.

I carried her up the stairs. I carried her into her bedroom with the pink walls. I lifted the comforter on her queen size mattress and tucked her into bed.

“Good night, Casey,” I whispered.

“Good night, David…” she said, softly. I walked out to the hallway and shut the door behind me. I went downstairs to feed the dog and fell on the couch.

Fuck, I thought. This is just the first night.

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