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Let me just catch you up to how this all started…

My boyfriend and I had been dating for 2 years, we’d discussed marriage; it was his idea, not mine. He continuously brought up our future together, asked me all the questions- How long would you want to be engaged? What is your dream wedding? Where would we live? How many kids? Yadda, yadda, yadda. I had this idea in my mind, planted by him, that we would one day get married. Then all of a sudden, he hits me with a bomb- now he’s not so sure he wants to ever get married again (he’s divorced and has a son from his previous marriage). He doesn’t understand why this would be a big deal to me. No, no, go ahead, why don’t you just waste more of my “good years” and figure it out until I’m a shriveled up prune and nobody wants me anymore? Fuck that. I want a man that wants me, all of me, including marrying me one day. If he can figure out his shit, good, if not, then I’m not going to be here waiting around for his dumb ass to realize I’m quite a catch.

I’m don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’ve remained in touch with a few exes and I’m usually “the one that got away” or “the one that nobody can compare to” or something like that. I’m very easy on the eyes: 5’5, long flowing brown hair, intense green eyes, 110 lbs, slim waist and a sweet ass, B sized cups- nice firm, perky tits, great personality- witty, charming, intelligent, adventurous, etc., etc. While he tries to figure his shit out, I’ll be out “not acting like I’m married” because why the hell not? I never intended to cheat on him though.

There was this sexy, Italian Stallion that was friends with a girlfriend of mine (or more so, her boyfriend’s friend) and he gave me his number and insisted on cooking for us all. I never called him, but my girlfriend asked me that weekend if we were still going to have dinner together, and I agreed. We show up, and he’s looking amazing, we dined, and wined and had a lovely conversation. One topic we discussed was the origin of the word “lesbians” (I have no idea how this topic even came up!) He mentioned that it was derived from the poems of Sappho, a poet who was born princess power izle on the Greek island, Lesbos. Then we discussed the difference between threesomes and ménage à trois. I was amused with his ability to discuss sexual topics without being overtly raunchy. He was just vulgar enough to pique my interest.

After dinner, we decided to go out dancing. We danced very closely together and he kept whispering into my ear how sexy he thought I was and that my boyfriend was crazy. His hands wandered a little while we danced to salsa music, and then he slid his hand up my skirt a little to squeeze my ass and I didn’t object. We took some breaks from dancing and got some drinks at the bar. He pulled me onto his lap but I felt slightly awkward with my friend there and politely removed myself to grab my drink. We all talked for awhile and danced some more, and he couldn’t keep his hands off me, even when I DID try! He was an amazing dancer, and I was still having so much fun as the night grew later. Our friends soon left us and we were alone, dancing, and continued flirting all night until I decided that my feet hurt and I wanted him to take me home. He walked me to my door and kissed me passionately, our tongues dancing in each others mouths, his hands held my face there and he left me breathless. He said good-night and I closed the door and smiled to myself. This was going to be trouble and I wanted more.

He called me the next day and asked me to go out to dinner with a couple that were friends of his. Dinner was lovely again, and he kept playing footsie with me, which really got me thinking again about the trouble I was getting myself into, but I really didn’t care. As I said, I wanted more.

After dinner, we went back to his place and decided to soak in the hot tub. Neither of us had our suits (he left his one pair he owned on his boat), so he held up a towel for me while I undressed and I jumped into the tub with the bubbles going. He told me not to look as he stripped down but I did anyway. His cock was slightly erect and looked amazing, he kinda laughed at me and got represent izle in as well. We talked more and he pulled me close to him as he told me about his life, his past loves, how he ended up in his career. I was sitting besides him, but a little in front, and he began to rub my shoulders. I sighed that it felt really good and he continued. His hands worked their magic into me and he began to work his way down my back. On the way up he caressed from my abs up to my breasts and began to squeeze my tits with both hands. I moaned slightly and he lifted me up and seated me on his lap where he rubbed my inner thigh and continued to play with my titties. He pinched my nipple and tugged at it softly and began kissing my neck. He amorously cooed in my ear how bad he wanted me and I could feel his dick brushing against my snatch.

I pulled a 180 and sat facing him and took his prick into my hand and began to jack him off. He lowered his mouth and swallowed my tit in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on my nipples and traced circles around them which caused me to sigh in sheer delight. He grew to his full length as I gripped his large member in my hand and played with his balls. Then I stood up and placed a foot on the edge of the tub and gently pulled his head to my hot box. He grabbed my ass and forcefully pulled me closer to him, almost making me lose my balance. He was squeezing my butt cheeks as he sucked on my clit. He licked from my slit to my ass crack and rubbed my nub while he tongued my hole. His thumb replaced his tongue and he popped it into my soaking wet pussy. His thumb went in and out of my vagina and I could feel the tension building. He pulled out his thumb used two fingers inside of me instead. I was rocking my hips to meet his fingers fucking me. He held onto the side of my waist to secure me as he continued to plow his fingers into me. He removed his fingers, and teasingly rubbed my clit again before he plunged his fingers back inside of me.

“Ohhhh, yeah!” I cried out. I felt so fucking good and I wanted to feel his meat deep inside of me, so I told him to stand up and sit on rick and morty izle the ledge, and he did. I grabbed his dick and teased my pussy lips with it; my dripping wet cunt lubricated his penis. I shoved his tool inside of me while half sitting on him and let out a deep moan. Feeling him penetrating me got me so hot and made me so weak. He grabbed me by the waist and began pumping in and out of my pussy with his cock, going slightly deeper each time. Each stroke started to cause my tight pussy to relax a little more. We soon ended up fucking feverishly in the hot tub. He took me from behind and I used the edge of the tub for support as he held onto me by the waist. I was begging for him not to stop, that I was about to cum soon. I told him I wanted him to dump his load in my pussy. He told me how tight my pussy felt and that he’s never had such a good fuck. I didn’t really believe I was his best fuck, but it felt good hearing that at the time. I screamed in ecstasy as my pussy walls began their rhythmic visceral muscle contractions, with crashing waves of peristalsis floodeding my entire being. My lover rode the waves with force and stamina I had never experienced before. As my body stopped its trembling, he pulled out and turned me to face him once again.

He propped me up on the edge and buried his face in my pussy, sucking my female juices. I thought I was going to die from overwhelming pleasure. I gushed more cum into his face and he relished in it. His head rose again to my breasts as his mouth encased my nipple. He teased for a few minutes more before he thrust his hard cock back into my quivering cunt.

“Beg me to cum inside you,” he demanded. I begged him to cum inside of me and he told me to beg louder.

“Please cum for me! Fill my pussy deep with your spunk!” I screamed. He released a torrent of his man batter into my yerning twat just as I felt the rise of another orgasm. He continued to pump into me as I cried out, “Oh, fuck yeah!” He slowed his thrusts, but continued as he nibbled on my earlobe. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself deep inside me. With a final grunt, he removed himself from my very satisfied pussy.

He kissed me on the mouth and told me we should shower before we go to bed. I smiled, the night was still young and I had a feeling we weren’t done fucking for the night. I never intended to cheat, but now I never intend to stop fucking this glorious beast.

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Prologue:

This story was written for a girl on her birthday. But she never got to see it.

I wanted to drag her out of her suburban prison where everything was placid and ‘nice’ (god, how I hate that word!). I figured I could relight her fires with memories of her wild youth, and lead her down my vicarious garden path on an internet-inspired magical mystery tour.

But then I discovered her life was not so anaesthetised after all. And far from being a spirit trapped she was living the dream. Her dream. And if I thrust this story upon her I would not be releasing her… I’d trap her deeper in something she’d fought decades to free herself from.

I planned on simply sending her a link to a new blog – with a note to say “here’s something specially for you” – and let her work out how to respond. But now I’ll keep it, and let the story ripen. Maybe one day the time will be right, and I’ll send her this link. So feel free to add your thoughts to the bottom, so she knows that others have enjoyed her story too.

Off you go now – it’s unabridged, and still in the first person (if you’ll excuse the pun).

* * * * *

The Tease:

What follows is a somewhat spicy personal memory I have from our past. It wasn’t supposed to be quite such an epic. I just wanted to frame one particular incident for you to let you know you still had something over me. But little incidents kept flooding out and mingling into one, which is ironically the way I’d describe how our relationship played out back then.

I’m sure you’re asking yourself “What is this post? And why am I sharing this?” My answer is – read on! It won’t take you long to recognise yourself in this story.

Just read a paragraph or two and you’ll just how personal this is. But you’re probably the only one who could. It’s nameless and faceless, and I, as author, remain anonymous. To even your closest friends this is just a salacious story among millions of others on the internet. So if you’re caught engrossed in bed at night, or someone finds the bookmark on your computer, your secrets will still be safe. You’d probably raise a few eyebrows as to your choice of reading, but that’s part of the excitement.

If you’re bold enough you can share this with friends. Let them wonder why you’re showering them with erotica. Could you possibly be secretly showcasing your own passionate past, or just sharing a steamy story for modern-day Mills & Boon’ers? Is it just me, or do you also find it pretty hot having other people fantasising over your past?

And last but not least, if you like it, feed the beast! This experience is as new for me as it is for you, and I need to know how you feel about this. We shared so much, and with the right encouragement I might rouse myself (or should I say ‘arouse myself’) to put more on paper. So send me your thoughts – a scene you recall, or even just a saucy picture – this might just stir me enough to produce a sequel!

In the meantime, shut your door… kick off your heels… and find something to grab onto. I hope you’ll get as much out of reading this as I did writing it.

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The Story:

Ours was a torrid and passionate romance loaded with salacious memories. You were evolving… no, erupting… out of chaste innocence into lustrous womanhood. You were cheeky… adventurous… yet you never lost your sophisticated veneer. Half lady, half tramp (I loved that). A blossoming rose, and I was entrusted special forces worlds toughest test izle with peeling back the petals and exploring the core.

Amazingly, although it was decades ago, I can conjure up images like they happened yesterday. And thanks to my… errr… fertile… imagination, far from fading into oblivion, these images grow stronger the more air I give them.

As a birthday treat I wanted to pick one special memory and share it with you. But which occasion should I pick? We found ourselves in so many steamy situations that I have to pay tribute to a few others in passing…

Arguably the most evocative image is of our final swansong. Who could forget that stormy winter weekend at the lake house. I’d gone there alone to chill before exams, as you knew I would. And although we were officially no longer an item, you’d arrived unannounced wearing a sheer pink pants suit and covered in chocolate. When I greeted you at the door I could clearly see that beneath the chocolate and pink you were ‘going commando’ and we barely made it half way up the stairs before my resistance caved in. I took you right on that spot.

Locked in frenzied passion in a drafty stairwell we let the weeks of unconsumed lust explode from us. It was arguably the most uncomfortable tryst we ever notched up, but I don’t think either of us cared. That moment alone was golden… but the rest of the weekend was better still.

With a wintry gale howling around us I was engulfed in two dream scenarios. One moment I’d be on my windsurfer carving off the quivering lips of the freezing wavetops, and the next I’d be in your bed carving off your… well… you know where I’m heading with this, right? I would come in shivering, my frigid body going into panic mode from the cold, and you’d coax me back to full-on thermonuclear readiness using some pretty mind-numbing tricks. Once you’d achieved your ends and I was spent you’d pack me back out onto the waves to ice off and we’d begin the cycle again. I seem to remember there came a time when I didn’t even bother putting my wet shorts back on, such was the isolation of our location and the frequency of those shuttle runs, but maybe that’s just my over-active imagination writing chapters that don’t belong?

Either of those two passions usually exhausted me in minutes. But together, like Ying and Yang, they balanced each other out giving me an appetite and endurance which would put the energizer bunny to shame. Talk about the perfect recovery regime – although I’m not sure which part was the action and which the reaction.

We rocked that weekend, melting in each others embrace, and then we were done. We parted, exhausted, and didn’t see each other again for months or years. There’s no doubt we split on a high note, and that’s how every memorable partnership should end.

But it was not the sunset of our partnership which presents the most lucid memory for me. And it’s not the beginning either, although that’s also worth a shout-out.

You could argue our story started the moment we cast eyes on each other. We were flatmates first – you, me and ‘Cici’ – and you can’t deny we had fantastic chemistry together.

From the day I answered the ad for your flat I was under no misapprehension that I belonged to the two of you. You frowned upon any fraternization I enjoyed with the opposite sex, and when I availed myself on one of your Teachers College friends, it nearly broke up the flat.

Which brings squid game izle me to my birthday, and another step forward. You and C planned a little surprise party for me (ironically with that same friend). The only hitch in your plan was that I never made it. That evening I was parked up a country lane with an accountancy major getting a tutorial on double-entry in the back seat of her car.

I came home late that night to find my room trashed and my windsurfer, covered in chocolate cake, stuffed in my bed. You were nowhere to be seen, but there was a lot of giggling coming from one of the bedrooms . And since my room resembled a dessert-bar on a Chinese cruise-ship, I scooped a handful of mousse off my ruffled sheets and jumped into bed with you three girls intent on exacting some payback.

It turned out to be an intimate and vaguely erotic yet (maddeningly, now I think about it) unincestuous night. I quite fancied a romp with three wild fillies, but it seemed none of us wanted to break the spell. That rates as one of my best birthdays ever – our youthful exuberance and the innocent pleasure we derived from that marathon four-way petting session are things I will hold dear forever. And what you did to my room? Touche! No one ever punked me like that again (sadly).

But that night did change things. On hindsight, the searing heat from our warm bodies blazed on in our minds, and so it was probably the next-to-last domino to tumble as we went from being mates, to… well… being ‘Mates’.

It finally happened on a crisp winters day not even a week later, while I was working on an assignment in the kitchen. This was the only part of the room that caught the morning sun so it wasn’t surprising that, when you ambled in dressed in a terry-toweling bathrobe, you came right over to my corner to soak up some sunshine.

I’ve no doubt we engaged in some witty repast while you wiggled into the space between the back of my seat and the window, but whatever we said was lost on me, as I struggled to ignore the different kind of heat which was radiating through me. You were overloading my senses with your intoxicating femininity and, although I knew you were still pure, you were incredibly sexy too. And I was weak.

Finally I capitulated. I put aside any pretense of study, and turned in my chair to face you. You sat wedged on tippy-toes against the edge of the window frame, your hips thrust forward and your body arched back against the glass. I held your gaze momentarily, then slowly lowered my eyes, devouring every inch of your body hidden beneath the robe, and coming to rest on the slight rise in contour where your arched belly met your thighs, mere inches from my face.

Mesmerised, I reached out and pulled on the bow on your robe. Then slipping my hands inside I reached around behind you, pushing aside the fabric, exposing your naked form and releasing your scent. A second seemed like eternity as my eyes burned a line across your belly down through the cleft to the apex of your thighs and, since I’d met no resistance, I drew myself forwards, inching my face towards my point of focus and I lightly planted my first soft kiss among your soft curls.

The rest of that story, like so many others, will have to wait for the right moment to be told. Because this isn’t the memory I want to leave you with.

The most evocative memory was not even risque, and you and I both know there were plenty of occasions which fit that bill. The intensity of our relationship never subsided, and the more star trek picard izle dangerous our liaisons the more excited we were by it. I still chuckle at the time your flatmate came home early and discovered us locked in the throes of passion – resembling the scenes immortalised on the outside of hindu temples – in the middle of his house.

And this behavior continued even after we split. We were incorrigible, destined it seemed to bed eachother at every chance. Like the time we found ourselves alone for a few moments in a relative stranger’s house while waiting for mutual friends to arrive – the bell that saved us was the doorbell, but we still had some explaining to do.

Even these images pale next to the seemingly innocuous event which happened during some rare downtime while we were sharing a bath. It was just a leisurely soak and some trivial banter – until you reached for the shampoo… That’s when the thermometer spiked.

Before getting too deep in this story, there’s a couple of precursors which have huge relevance on the scene I’m painting (you’ll laugh at this comment later).

First, you may recall you had very specific tastes in cosmetics back then. You only ever used petite bottles of Goats Milk shampoo and conditioner. I’m not sure if it was the Wedgewood-blue bottle with the sculpted white caps that you loved so much, or if the product really made you feel better. But for me this brand became a personification of you.

And second, you were the first girl who ever admitted to me that you used conditioner to keep things silky ‘down there’. I found that knowledge to be an enormous turn-on, and from that day forward I loved being the one to tend to your grooming needs. I would jump at the chance to lather you up. Reaching around from behind, pulling you into my embrace like a misplaced Heimlich Maneuver. Or face to face, our bellies rubbing against each other, my hands snaking down front and back, supporting you as you sank against me. Or down on my knees in front of you, enraptured, as the water cascaded off your body into my face. All very evocative images but paling compared to what happened next.

So there we were top-and-tailing in the tub, your legs draped over mine, and my feet hugging your hips.

As you kicked your head back to soap your scalp I took my cue and squeezed my feet inwards. Slipping my knees under and behind you, lifting you and edging you forward. I could clearly see your most intimate parts sliding across my tensed midriff as if being dragged in by my hungry gaze. And I in turn slid under you. You came to rest, splayed across my chest, legs dangling over the side of the bath. My head barely above water, arms circling your hips, and fingers spidering across your belly as they closed in on your manicured tuft. I was captivated as I looked on from slightly below – in trepidation – like an artist addressing a blank canvas. Then I reached for my palette – your conditioner – and applied my first brushstrokes.

My artwork wasn’t finished until you had finished… and I had finished… and we had finished. (Sigh!)

And that’s how I remember you. Marooned on my chest in a whirl of conditioner with me oozing out from underneath you, painting a Picasso in Goats Milk between your thighs.

…

So now you know my salacious secret: I harbour an image so powerful and prescient that the mere mention of Goats Milk anything gives me a rise in my shorts. I even struggle staying focused on a Greek Salad because of the connotations! And any time I squeeze out a handful of conditioner I’m brought crashing back to that day in the bath.

But it’s not the image of us in the bath that I’m “gifting” to you…

…It’s an image of modern-day me in the shower, reaching for the conditioner, and cracking a smile as I smear a smidge across my loins (perhaps a little too indulgently) while my mind drifts over that image of you.

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I leaned down to kiss her and we embraced on the bed. We were both exhausted, totally spent physically and emotionally. We cuddled together closer, I told her what an incredible lover she was as we fell asleep.

I awoke to the feeling of her hands gently caressing my body; fingers running through my chest, teasing my nipples.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm…” I murmured, she was lying beside me, watching me with contended eyes.

We both knew that we wanted one thing, and that one thing was non-stop, uncensored, fucking. Once our eyes met we scanned each other’s eager bodies quickly and frantically looking for the best, most sensitive region to invade.

“Welcome back” she whispered softly and in the soft light of the room that came through the drawn shades her nude body was effused with a golden glow. I rolled over onto her & leaned down to kiss her softly.

Looking into her eyes I gave her a long, deep, passionate kiss. I then break away, and started kissing her neck, as my other hand runs over her breast. My hand played with her nipples, squeezing them between my fingers, pinching them gently, sadakat izle as I heard her moaning louder.

As I fondled with her she pulled me to her and I buried my head in her cleavage smelling and licking her soft warm skin. She was groaning with ecstasy and holding me tight. I lay full length upon her body and planted my lips on hers.

“You have been thinking of me all along haven’t you?” She said as I licked her nipples. Then I began licking my way down her body.

Anne was enjoying every kiss of mine & then she whispered, “Lick me”

I moved to obey her request.

I slowly licked around the upper edge of her love hole, and then started on one of her outer lips planting soft kisses. I covered the lip but did not go on to her sweet little clit. Anne was pushing her pussy into my face and her moaning was becoming louder. She must be really enjoying what I was doing.

I clamped my lips around and began sucking. Anne grabbed my head and pressed my face tightly against her pussy. I slowly moved my tongue under her inner lip and kept it there, slowly moving sadece arkadaşız izle it back and forth. As her body tensed, she let out a very long, deep moan, I knew she was close to coming. I slipped two fingers inside her and stroking her brought her to climax. She screamed in delight as she clamped her thighs around my head and bucked hard against my face as she desperately grabbed her breasts crying YES!, YES

We lay side by side on the bed while she regained her strength and then she reached & rubbed my cock stroking it up and down with her hand. She got up on her knees, & soon my cock was inside her soft, wet mouth, and as she moved it in and out, she ran her tongue all around the shaft. She held most of me in my mouth & locked on it with her lips and pressed me to the roof of her mouth with her tongue. I could feel little sucking motions of her tongue as she held me there, all the while scraping her fingernails under and around my balls.

I moved my hand to her ass and began caressing it as she continued sucking on me. It was ecstacy! I had never felt şahmaran izle such warmth and wetness, such electric sensations.

“You must stop. I will surely come in just a few moments.” I said

“Oh, I see,” she said moving over me, & then on her knees. She took my eager cock in her hand and slipped it into her pussy, then slowly lowered herself until she had my cock in her pussy fully. She rocked slowly back and forth and my cock moved in and out. With her large breast bouncing up and down in front of me I reached forward and massaged her beautiful nipples, one in each hand. She leaned forward and moving up I took one in my mouth, and began sucking and licking it.

The feeling of her cunt tightening and loosening around my cock was heavenly. I could feel her movements becoming stronger as her moaning became louder. My hands were fondling her breast & I was also on the verge of climaxing, and started rocking my cock hard. I could feel my dick going deep into her, and then the waves of passion, flowing across my body, and the semen splashing deep into her vagina. She had also peaked.

I don’t remember how much time we lied there exhausted with my dick in her cunt returning to its soft state. I hold her as we drift into a nice sleep.

In the morning I woke up remembering last night and saw that Anne was not there and the bed was empty…

To be continued…………………..

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Author’s Note: This is the third part of the “Getting Off a Ticket” story. This story was written for a woman who often fantasized about having sex with someone other than her husband. She eventually made that fantasy a reality. I welcome any comments and please leave your return address in the body of your text if you wish a reply. Enjoy.

It had been a wonderful vacation down in Florida. The warmth and The sun was incredible on your skin, and you often lay out by the pool — soaking in the rays. It was a relaxing time for you physically, but sexually you were on fire.

It had been just a few weeks ago when the sexually monotony of your life was shattered when a certain police officer pulled you and your husband over. It was so incredible to experience another man again, and it was equally exciting to have your husband watch you receive such pleasure. But, as you laid in the sun this past week your mind often would fantasize about how the encounter would have went had your husband not been around. As you relaxed prone on the lounge chair your imagination took hold and you fantasized about many different scenarios.

This had been a good thing for your husband. Your pussy was in need of constant attention, and he benefited well from your fantasizing. On the return trip, you even had your husband pull over for a quickie. You felt so alive as you fucked your reclining husband as your SUV set in the back of that truckstop.

Now you are back home, after the long trip, and you decide to take a quick shower. You slowly peel off your shirt and slacks, and as you slowly remove your bra and panties you think about the adventure you had in your bedroom a few weeks ago. You start to plush with pleasure as you remember how wonderful my thick cock felt in your mouth and as you step into the shower.

Just then, your husband says that he is going to run a few errands and that he will be back in a few minutes. You reply “okay” as you plunge your naked self under the warm wet spray. Your mind begins to wonder again, and you cannot help but think more about more erotic things.

As your soapy hands begin to caress your hardening nipples, you think about my hot and hungry mouth on your breasts. You think about how wonderful my tongue felt on your needy, wet pussy, and you think about the incredible feeling of your eager pussy sliding down over my hard, throbbing member.

And that is when you are jolted from your fantasy world by the door bell. You curse out load, rinse off quickly, and throw on a robe hanging on the door. You think to yourself, “He must have locked myself out,” as you quickly open the door.

Much to your embarrassed sıcak kafa izle shame, your husband is not standing there. As you unknowingly let your robe fall slightly open, you see me standing there before you. I look just as you remembered – handsome face, deep blue eyes, short brown hair, sharp and angular features, with broad shoulders and sexy grin.

“Mame, we had a report of a possible break-in,” I say in a not-too-convincing manner. “I need to come in and check the place out.”

These words cut through you quickly, and you can feel your heartbeat start to race. For a split second you think about how wonderful it would be to be fucked by me, but you also think about your soon-returning husband.

A second goes by, and just as you are about to say no, I step into your door and say, “It will only take a minute.”

You follow me as I make a beeline for your bedroom. You watch my tight ass from behind, and you think about how it would look as rammed my hard cock into you.

We reach the bedroom, and I quickly take you into my arms. The effect is electric, and the hunger that you feel from me ignites a great passion inside of you. All pretenses is scattered, and you now can only think of your need for pleasure.

As we share a deep, passionate kiss, you fumble with my buttons and belt—seeking to get to that naked skin that you crave. My shirt is removed and my pants fall to the floor as I begin to hungrily nimble at your neck and massage your breast and ass.

Your pussy is on fire now. My kisses on your neck, the caresses of my hands, and the need in my eyes causes you to groan with pleasure. You slit is instantly wet, and a hunger wells up inside you that is undeniable.

You forget about your husband, you forget about any foreplay, and you forget about any pretenses. As your hand encircles my thick, rock hard cock your mind is screaming on thing. You want to feel me stretch you wide open — you need to feel my wide, pounding cock deep inside you.

Taking charge, you drop to your knees and you wantonly engulf my hot member in your mouth. You feel your jaw drop and your mouth stretch wide as you suck me deeper into your famished mouth. There is no slow licking or casual caress—rather, you start to bob your head and hand up and down on my cock. You do this not only for my pleasure, but you have become such a slut that your main thought is getting me as hard as possible for you.

As you hear me begin to moan with pleasure, you know that my cock is as wet and hard as you can get it. Unfortunately, that is when you here your husband come through the door. It sounds like he is carrying some sketchbook izle grocery sacks, as he stops and calls for you to come to the kitchen. Your heart skips a couple of beats as you realize that there is no way for me to leave the place without getting seen, so you quickly rise and put on your robe. You turn to me, put your finger to your lips as if to say be quiet, and you walk into the kitchen.

Your pussy is still on fire, and your walking is a little difficult, but you manage to enter the kitchen somewhat normally. You wonder to yourself if he will be able to smell your excited scent. Your husband asks were to put something, and after your reply, you tell him that you have a headache and are going to bed. You tell him that you would appreciate it if he would stay out of the bedroom for a while. He agrees and resumes putting away the groceries, and you turn back toward the bedroom.

Resuming your wanton ways, you allow the robe to slip from your body as you walk to the bedroom, and you feel so trashy yet turned on as you walk naked into the bedroom. The room is dark and your eyes are still adjusting when you feel me come up behind you. I am naked, and you can feel my hot breathe on your neck and my throbbing, leaking cock against your ass. I run my hands up your sides and raise your arms up above your head, and then I return my caresses downward as I cup your breasts in my rough hands.

The effect is amazing…you are on fire again…even more so. And as you hear your husband clanking around in the kitchen, you let go of all of your inhibitions—and you let your need for pleasure take over your being.

And with that, you turn around, kiss me deeply in the mouth, and you whisper into my ear. “Fuck me now…fuck me with that big cock of yours…fill me up with your cum,” you say in the most needy and slutty way possible.

You then bend over the bed and stick your ass out at me—like a true slut that you have become. You begin to sway it back and forth—trying to entice me into your slick, wet folds. You even reach your hand down between your legs and you begin to fun your fingers through your wet, hot pussy – even stopping occasionally to rub your engorged clit. You wait for my cock is not long.

You feel me straddle up behind you. My hands find your womanly ass, and I move up closer to your extended ass. You then feel the head of my cock begin to rub up and down on your slit, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. Your pussy ignites with even more need, and you wantonly begin to buck back against my strong legs—trying to capture my elusive tool with your eager hole.

And your efforts sometimes when we touch izle are rewarded, for I sense your undeniable need, and I begin to slowly enter your warm, wet tunnel of pleasure. You feel yourself split ever wider as I slowly stroke deeper and deeper into your tight pussy. The feeling is quite incredible, and your body begins to shake with pleasure as I complete our full coupling. I stop with my cock buried deep inside you, and you feel so complete and content. Your pussy feels so full now, that you loose yourself in its wonderful sensation.

But then I start to fuck you.

Slowly, at first… of course. Slowly I ease myself out of you almost completely, and slowly I delve my member back into your quivering, wet pussy. The feeling is almost too good to take, and as you hear your husband turn on the T.V. you give yourself over completely to the hunger in your soul and the pleasure from my cock.

I begin to fuck you faster now. I have grabbed your shapely ass for support, and I am starting to slam my wide girth harder into you. You feel yourself growing light-headed as the waves of ecstasy wash over you, and the outside world ceases to exist for you. You don’t care about your husband, about the fact that you might get caught, that you are fucking a stranger like some kind of slut. No, all that matters to you now is the completely and utter pleasure that you are feeling now that I am pistoning my rock-hard cock into your spasming cunt.

And as you begin to feel me loose control of my thrusts, as you feel me relentlessly hammer your poor pussy from behind, you realize that I am about to come. So you wantonly begin to thrust back at that monster cock being slammed into you—seeking to garner every bit of pleasure from our fucking.

Just as you begin to feel me spasm in orgasm, you yourself are taken over the edge into a land of pure and wondrous ecstasy. You seem suspended in a sea of endless pleasure as you feel my thick cock pump load after load of hit cum deep into your eager vagina. The spasm seem to last forever, and it is only the sound of your husband’s voice that awakens you from your world.

“Umm, honey, I’m going to go get the mail. I’ll be back in a few,” he says—not knowing that his wife is bent over his own bed—with her pussy filled with a spent cock and cum running down her leg. You think about giving a response, but you realize that you are too weak to speak, as you disengage from my still hard cock and lay on your bed. Face down you lay – spent and unable to move.

Without a word being spoken, you hear me get dressed as you lay there motionless amongst the cool, soft covers. And after I am dressed, you hear me walk over to you and bend down to your ear. As I reach between your spread legs and begin to run my middle finger up and down your cum-covered slit, I whisper into your ear. “You are a fantastic fuck. I think that I will fucking you again— soon.”

Continued in Part Four

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School Clerk by day, Erotic Writer by night. That was one of the first ways he used to describe me. I found some humor in that, it brought a smile to my face. I had shared with him my first story.

But there was also so much more, and he wanted to get to know that part of me. I found him tempting too… his voice, his gentleness, his fantasies. We hadn’t known each other long. We met sometime around the holidays while playing online Backgammon. The usual questions and answers, and then the realization that we lived in the same county.

It reached the point where we wanted to hear each other, and try a new way of communicating more intimately. And that we did. On a Friday afternoon we chatted to each other over the phone. We were both home alone, both comfortably naked in our beds. Our hands sweeping our bodies as we spoke of our wants and desires, our minds becoming flooded with passion and fervor.

He wanted to meet. I was hesitant. We both had spouses, and children. But there was a definite attraction for us both, that fact could not be hidden. He had a suggestion, I was open. What if we were to meet in a dark hotel room, arrive separately and never see each other’s faces? Only our bodies would meet, leaving our minds free of any intimacy or guilt. Would it work? We decided to go for it.

He picked the hotel, something nice, but discreet, out of the way where we most likely wouldn’t run into anyone we knew. I was to arrive first, pick up a key and let myself in. That morning and the night before, I had been a bundle of nerves. The anticipation, the excitement of what was to come, I was definitely getting caught up in it. I packed a bag with some of my favorite scents, I knew I’d want to shower once I got there. I also tossed in a few necessities, but I was so unsure of what I’d need, especially since it was going to be dark, and of course, no clothing. I threw in my new little travel candle.

I arrived at the hotel, picked up the key, and let myself into the room. It was the typical hotel room… queen bed, two chairs, a small table, dresser, television. But on the table was an arrangement of flowers, a chilled bottle of wine, two wineglasses and a small basket of treats. There was also an envelope. I reached for the envelope as I set down my purse and bag. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened it. Inside was a card. The front was simple, an embossed flower. Inside was a note from you. It read:

“Dear Rachel, If you’re holding this note, then I guess you’ve come. I’m happy you’re here. I’ve set up the wine for you, and the goodies, please help yourself. If you’re nervous, I hope this will help. Take your time to get ready, I’ll be there at 1:00pm. I can hardly wait Rachel, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I held it in my hands and looked at the clock. I had 45 minutes. I the offer izle placed it back on the table, smelled the intoxicating flowers, and opened the wine bottle. I poured myself a glass, slipped off my sandals, picked up my bag, and carried it to the bath with me.

Once there, I ran the water and slipped off my clothes. The water felt relaxing against my tense body. I needed to relax. I soaped the sponge and started to lather myself. The lovely scent drifted around me. My thoughts began to change from nervousness to anticipation. I smoothed the sponge up along my legs, my thoughts imagining how your touch would feel on them. Then caressing my neck, chest, and then my breasts with it. I could feel myself growing more aroused with each stroke.

As I patted myself dry, I continued to sip at my wine. I gathered my clothes together and placed them near my bag. I walked around the room naked, over to the closed curtains, and stood looking at the bed. I wondered how dark the room would be with no lights on. I flicked the switch. It was dark; the curtains apparently were lined. I switched the light back on and took my travel candle from my bag. I set it on the table and lit it, then again switched the light off. That was better. Still dark, but a faint glow to warm the room. I poured you a glass of wine, set it on the nightstand, crawled under the covers, and scooted to the center of the bed.

I was thinking how quiet it was, wondering if I should maybe turn the radio on when I heard someone at the door. I froze. As the door opened the light from the hall flooded the entrance, then turned dark again as the door closed. “Rachel?”

“Yes?” was all I could manage. I could hear your walking closer; I could hear you breathing. In the faint light of the candle, I could see your image. You were undressing, first slipping off your shoes, then your pants. I couldn’t move, I lay so still. Then your shorts, and last lifting your shirt over your head. You stood there for a minute, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the candle. Light enough to see outlines, but not light enough to see detail. You slipped into the bed.

Your hands found me fast. I felt them encircle my waist, pulling me closer to you. Our bodies now close enough to almost touch, but not quite. “I want to kiss you Rachel,” you said. And at once our mouths are together, our tongues feeling, tasting, and lingering. I feel one of your hands sliding down my side, resting upon the back of my thigh, then pulling me against you. My body molds itself against yours. Then comes this desire within me, I feel myself wanting only to be yours. Your kisses are so deep, your hands feeling me, wanting to know me.

My hands reach for your head, my fingers lightly playing with your hair. It’s so soft. They travel towards the old man izle your face and trace every angle, curve and feature. They try to read you. My mouth moves from your mouth to leave a trail of kisses along your cheek, close to your ear. It finds your ear and slowly laps at it, poking my tongue inside and sucking on your earlobe. I feel your breath on my neck, and I feel our bodies trying to touch wherever possible.

Then you lift me. I feel you move underneath me and scoot me so I’m resting on top of you. I straddle over you try to see your eyes, but it’s dark. You reach up and once again we kiss, this time your hands cupping my breasts and your thumbs tracing my erect nipples. You begin to lightly squeeze them, sending waves of pleasure through me. My hands rest on your chest and shoulders, feeling how broad and muscular they are. My eyes try so hard to see what it can’t. I think to myself the only way to ‘see’ this body is to use my other senses… taste, scent and touch.

I being to slink downwards, my mouth kissing down your throat. My tongue strokes you, tasting your flesh as if it were edible. Using deliberately slow movements, I travel downwards, kissing your sides, feeling your ribs and the flatness of your stomach. I feel your hands on my shoulders; I hear your breathing becoming heavier. My hands find yours and softly caress and stroke them as my mouth continues on its wanderings. I stop to linger at the area between your navel and the lower hair, my favorite part. My tongue swirls, and my lips press soft kisses into you. Was that a moan I heard?

As my hands leave yours, we make eye contact as you peek down to see what’s next. Our eyes search, trying to sense what is within. I break the gaze and turn my attention to your erect cock. There it is, at complete attention, demanding some of it’s own. It easily slips into my hand, and take a moment in admiration of it. Softly breathing against it, I invite you in my mouth, and begin embracing you, sucking you, pulling you into myself. I feel you hips rise as you are overcome with the sensation. Your hands take hold of my hair and the feel of your hands tempt me to pleasure you more. My hands cup around your balls and the base, softly kneading and petting.

You’re moaning and breathing are showing me how much you’re enjoying this. I feel your legs straighten and tighten with each flick of my tongue. I am also enjoying this, I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused and I begin a rhythm with my body movements, my body starting to yearn. You must sense this because you hold my head still and take a deep breath. You begin to sit up and take my shoulders in you hands and coax me to stop. I release you from my mouth and look up at you. Again our eyes meet in the dimness of the room, and you smile. the passage izle I smile back. Some words are shared and we move about. Now it’s me lying on the bed, with you above.

Your kisses are so deep, so searching. The feel of your body on mine is so warm, I feel every nerve in my body awakening. Your hands find mine and you raise them up and out to the edges of the bed, continuing to kiss. Your knee easily pries my thighs open and you rest it pressing against the wetness. Then I’m lost in the sensation of your mouth moving and tasting me everywhere. First my face, neck, ears. Moving downwards to my shoulders, chest and arms. Your mouth feels so hot when it latches onto my breast, your tongue biting and teasing at my nipple. My body responds, my breathing becomes heavy, moans escaping unconsciously. My hands, still in yours, ache to reach around and hold you close.

After a time you continue, caressing and feeling, wanting to know my body, as I wanted to know yours. You feel my thighs, running your hands down my legs. Your touch sends shudders within me. Then you bring your hand back between my legs and your fingers slowly explore the wet opening. You tease me gently, my body aches for more, and the next sensation of your tongue probing is enough for me to almost lose control. I reach for you head with my hands as I try to press myself against you. I’m getting lost in the pleasure of it all. Moans filling the air, my body responds to your touch, and I feel about to explode. All of a sudden your touch is faster against me and you bring me to an amazing orgasm. I lay there breathless and spent, still feeling the waves of passion ride through me.

Then you’re on top of me, entering yourself into me. You fill me easily, holding still as you realize how close we now are. And then you begin a rhythm of movement, pushing yourself deep into me, pulling out, and returning for more. I grasp at you from within, wanting to keep you there, and this seems to make you grind harder against me. Before I know it, you’ve pulled yourself out and are rolling me onto my stomach. You kneel between my legs, grab my hips and pull them up to meet you. Again you slip yourself into me from behind. I lean down and love the feel of what you’re doing to me. One of your hands circles around to my front and as you thrust yourself into me, you finger my clit. Both of us are panting, moaning. Just as I cum again from your touch, you burst inside me and I feel your hot cum fill me.

We lay together holding each other and resting. No words are spoken, only quiet kisses are exchanged between us. After awhile, you’re the first to rise. I watch as you dress in the dimness of the room. You lean down to kiss me, it’s hard to say goodbye. My eyes follow your movement to the door, and lower as you walk out. I’m left alone with my mind already trying to remember each moment.

As I leave the hotel and drive away in my car, I glance at the flowers beside me. My mind searches to picture your face, but all that floods back are the feelings of touch. The sun is going down, and I’m wishing it hadn’t been dark.

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Standing at her front door in front of Funlover71, Dana feels kind of vulnerable, and naked. At his request, she is only wearing black high heels and she’s not allowed to speak. He looks at her body, slowly, up and down. She knows she looks great in heels. They show off the brutal curve of her hips and ass. But her gorgeous, heavy, E-cup tits are probably her favourite feature. She shivers slightly and her nipples harden. Unconsciously licking her lips, Dana looks at his crotch, then his mouth, and feels herself oozing wetness.

He steps across the threshold. He’s tall, and broad. He puts a warm hand on the small of her back and kisses her without saying a word.

She’s hyper-aware of her nakedness against his shirt, and of being in the open doorway where her neighbours might see. There’s something hot about that thought and the thought of being naked in the arms of a fully-dressed, complete stranger. He is a fantastic kisser. They linger for several minutes. All of Dana’s nervous hesitation has been swept away by that powerful feeling of being desired and of being in proximity to fulfilling desire.

Emboldened, Dana reaches down, unzips his pants and puts her hand inside. Happy with the size of what she finds, she softly selling the hamptons izle moans into his mouth. Just seconds later, she removes her hand and slowly walks down the hall. Her heels are loud on the floorboards, almost ominous. She doesn’t look back. He watches her sexy, curvaceous form until she disappears into the bedroom, then closes the door and follows.

These are the conditions they agreed to over text message: Answer the front door naked except for heels, don’t speak, we kiss, then ‘you run the show’. So far so good.

So it’s her show now.

Premeditated lighting bounces the anticipation around the room from lamp to thigh to mouth to nipple. Dana takes his clothes off quickly and silently, his breathing is the only sound. He’s standing exactly where she planned, in front of the mirror, so he can see the form of her back and legs as she squats down and takes his cock deep in her mouth. He moans loudly and swears under his breath. There’s no seduction to her deep, loud sucking, no teasing, she makes her purpose clear: make that cock as hard as possible. He complies quickly.

Just as it becomes perfectly hard, Dana stands and turns around, pushing backward sense8 izle into him, but not letting go of his hard cock. They are both facing the mirror now. He reaches around and grabs her tits roughly (perfect) and bites at her neck (perfect) she moves his right hand to the hot wetness of her pussy and makes sure he rubs her clit hard. She moans now too, then speaks.

“I want to fucked hard and fast from behind.”

“No problem” he replies.

She goes to her dresser and gets out a condom. While he’s putting it on, she moves to the side of the bed and kneels on the edge, high heels just over the edge, roughly pushing at her clit while she waits. Her wetness is audible. She sees he is even harder than before (perfect).

“Hurry up.”

He moves behind her, grabs her hips and rams his cock in deep, and hard, as requested.

After several strokes she says “harder. Rougher.” He complies, grunting with delicious effort.

“Grab my hair and push my head toward the bed.”

He hesitates.

“Do it!”

“Please” she adds a second later.

His rhythm slows. But he does it (although not roughly enough for Dana’s liking). “Long and deep is good. But push harder. Be rougher.”

He sewer divers izle doesn’t and Dana senses that despite his request for her to ‘run the show’, she’s being too dominating, and his alpha is suffering.

“Ok. How do you want to fuck me?”

He stops entirely. “Rough, deep and hard, but you have to make a lot of noise and stop giving me orders.”

“Ok.”

What follows is a near-perfect stretch of hard, loud fucking. Dana screams her pleasure out, turning herself on even more. He grunts and murmurs on every stroke. She likes the feedback too.

While they’re both sweating and grunting and moaning with pleasure and effort, he suddenly pulls out and flips her over. He lifts her ankles high and thrusts back into her waiting pussy without losing rhythm. Her feet are on his chest now, one heel digs in to his collarbone. He likes it and grabs at her wildly bouncing tits, pinching her nipples and demanding more noise. She complies.

Now he leans in, pushing her legs over his shoulder and pulling her onto him in deep, hard, merciless strokes. He’s going to come soon, she can tell. She isn’t nearly there. But there’s no room between their bodies to get to her clit. So she gives it up just enjoys the rough pounding her very wet pussy is getting.

“C’mon. Yeah, fuck me like that. I love it. Come hard for me, baby. C’mon, c’mon. OH yeah!” She slaps his arse each time she can reach it and he comes within seconds.

He stays panting on top for a few minutes, then rolls off.

“Hi” she says.

“Hi.”

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The next morning Lydia and Asch rode into Easthaven for a meeting of the Easthaven Garden Club. It was about the first time Asch had put on long pants and a collared shirt since he had arrived on the island, and carrying a portfolio no less. About 30 people showed up, about half well-dressed ladies, most of the rest younger gals, and about half a dozen men. Asch figured one was a henpecked husband and the rest were older men looking to make time with the ladies. And they all seemed to care about Easthaven. Lydia handed out sheets with council email addresses, and the URLs of about four relevant websites. One or two of the ladies looked at the URLs and bent over their smart phones.

The outcome of the presentation was a lot of angry looks and remarks directed at the non-present mayor and city council, and murmurs to tell so-and-so and what’s-her-name about the scandal. One lady was a councilman’s wife, and she was especially determined “to get to the bottom of this.” Mrs. Needle from the paper was there, and she had taken copious notes. She approached Asch, “I was going to skip this meeting, figuring I had already covered the Garden Club enough this season, but I heard about the distinguished, handsome speaker from the states, and figured I’d come take a look. Now I’m really glad I came. This is going into the paper!” She cocked an eye at him, “and your appearance wasn’t misrepresented, either.”

“Well, thank you for the compliment, though I’m not sure that salt-and-pepper hair should really score me any points, but—”

They were interrupted by the door slamming. Sharon came running in, streaming tears. “Oh, Lydia, Mr. Jones, hi, Mrs. Needle. You can cancel that article about my scholarship. Asch, Lydia, my dad already signed the agreement! I knew I should have gone home yesterday. Now all those posters are wasted. I got there just too late to talk to him about it. In fact, the guy from the corporation was just leaving the house. When Dad started to tell me what he thought would be good news, I exploded! I told him what I thought about his SUV and the scholarship, even waving my finger under Mr. Oily’s nose. His actual name is Ivan Skavar, by the way—I probably embarrassed Dad in front of the guy, but Oily wasn’t the least bit upset—he said I could go to Harvard or not, he had what he wanted, and he waved the paper at me! I slammed the door in his face and then really started in on Dad. I accused him of accepting bribes, making decisions that would hurt the community, and what about his oath of office? Could I ever trust him again? I yelled everything I could think of at him. Betrayal of trust, selfishness, malfeasance, draining our mountain dry, foreign instead of local laborers, everything. Then I stomped out and came here.” She sniffled some more and Asch handed her a hanky. “Oh I wish I had come home last night. We-we could have had an adult talk,” she sobbed, “and maybe I could have persuaded him. Instead I blew my stack and was too late to do any good anyway. I-I’m sorry I let you guys down.” She blew her nose and sniffled, tears streaming down her face.

The rest of the room was silent. Lydia gathered the girl into her arms. “There, there. All might not be lost just yet. Technically the paper might be subject to council approval. A lot of people in this town know what’s going on and they’re up in arms about it. Even if the agreement stands, they might have a lot of trouble pulling off their project in an uncooperative community. So let’s don’t give up hope yet, okay, Sweetie?”

Mrs. Needle looked ferocious. “Just wait until I pit my pen against his sword!”

Lydia choked down a laugh. Mrs. needle looked at her puzzled, and so did Asch and Sharon, but then Asch figured it out and just smiled. “Sorry. A fly” Lydia said. It was Asch’s turn to stifle a laugh.

Asch frowned. “You say his name is Ivan Skavar?

“Sharon looked up. “Yes, why?”

“I wonder if that might be a pseudonym.” He saw puzzled, curious looks. “When I was a kid I knew a song that featured a Russian named Ivan Skavinsky Skavar. His enemy was a Turk named Abdul Abulbul Amir.” He started to say something else, but didn’t.

“Think we could get him for signing a fake name?” asked someone. Several people murmured about that being an attractive idea.

“Of course we’d have to find out if it is a pseudonym,” muttered Lydia.

“I know! The airline. He has to ID himself to get on the plane.”

“Someone call the airport. He’s probably still on the ground.”

“I can call them,” offered Asch. “I have it in my phone.” He placed the call.

“Island Airlines, Mary Ashton speaking, how may I help you?”

Asch gulped, and in his most professional voice, said. “Hello. I’m calling from a community meeting in Easthaven and we’re trying to track someone down who may be headed for the states on the next flight out, probably in first class. It’s very urgent. Can you check for us?”

Mary picked up on the situation, but Asch could hear the smile in her voice, “We have some restrictions about the makanai cooking for the maiko house izle giving out information, but if you can give me the person’s name, we can issue a page.”

“The name is Ivan Skavar, but don’t page him just yet, if possible. This might become a police issue.”

Pause. “I’m sorry sir, but there’s no one with that name on any of our manifests.” Another pause, “What’s going on, Asch?”

Asch spoke to the room, letting Mary hear, “No one of that name on any of their manifests.” He turned to the phone. “Do you happen to know if any private planes, such as a corporate jet, is scheduled to fly out today?”

Mary picked up on his urgency and got serious. “Um, lemme check some stuff. Only thing scheduled is a training flight by one of the instructors, and that’s a pretty light plane. It would have to do a lot of island hopping to go anywhere. Um, I can give you three names of people who just bought tickets if you promise not to tell anyone.”

“Well, it would be a man, if that helps.”

“That reduces it to two. I took the reservations myself; what does he look like?”

Asch handed the phone to Sharon. “Describe the guy.”

Sharon timidly took the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, Sweetie. Can you tell me what your friend looks like?

Sharon got her dander up. “He’s not my friend, he’s a crook! But he’s kind of dark, some grey at the temples, slightly overweight, but not obese. Maybe five and a half feet tall. Um, Midwestern accent, I guess.”

“Might his name be—let me talk to the nice man again, okay?”

Asch took the phone. “I’m here.”

Mary lowered her voice. “You’re not going for three of us, are you? Wait don’t answer that. We can wait until this evening, and by the way, Octavia doesn’t know I’m in town. Now it’s her turn for a surprise. But down to business: Might the name be Simon Waheed? The other man is a fair-haired Scandinavian type, Gunnar Gunnarsen. Looks like a college kid on vacation. Mr. Waheed looks kind of greasy. Anything else I can do? Hold the plane? Have him detained by Security?”

“Um, when does the plane leave?”

“In about two hours, unless there’s a delay.” Her tone of voice hinted that a delay could be arranged.

He spoke to the room again. It looks like we have two hours, folks. And his name appears to be Simon Waheed.” He turned to the phone. “Thank you very very much for your help. You just might have saved a town. If I need to, can I reach you at this number?

“Better to call me on my cell.” And she gave him the number.

“He put the phone down, well, folks, we have two hours or less. Unless the plane is delayed.”

“Island Airlines is pretty good,” one of the men chimed in, “but there’s some weather rolling in, so that could happen.”

“Okay, I think we need to do two things” another man spoke up, “Take a look at that contract, and have a word with the chief of police.

Asch noticed that each guy had had a woman look at him admiringly when he spoke up. “My word!” he thought to himself. “The people on this island are horny. Don’t they ever get any? Or maybe they need a little excitement to get them out of their living rooms.” But he held his peace. He should be one to talk.

John saw a crowd coming up his front walk and tried to talk first. “Look, folks, I’m really sorry. Sharon just told me some things I didn’t know, but it looked like such a good deal for the town, and the guy said he had to report in person to his boss by tomorrow or it would kill the deal—”

“Let’s work at solving the problem. We can do blame later. Let’s see that contract,” male citizen number two interrupted. Everyone gathered around to look at the signatures at the bottom. Underneath John Conner’s neat signature was an illegible scrawl. “Well, that could be any name at all!”

“See if he can do it again!”

“Good point.”

The town’s beat up old police car pulled up. The chief got out and ambled up to the house. He did a double-take when he saw the crowd. “My word! Somebody get murdered?”

“Somebody might get murdered. Can you legally sign a document under an assumed name?”

The chief hemmed and hawed. “Well, you need to talk to a lawyer about all that sort of thing.” He looked at it. “But this document isn’t notarized. I don’t think it’s binding to the town either way.”

“He said he’d have his secretary notarize it at the office,” John mumbled, “so I let it go. He said he was satisfied that I had signed it since he watched me himself.”

“Well,” said the councilman’s wife, “we have several irregularities here. But they might not be enough to stop a high-powered corporate lawyer if they still want to go through with this operation.”

“Maybe we should have a little chat. Think we could persuade him that he’s wasting his time?”

Asch spoke up for the first time. “I for one would like to see this guy.” The remark solidified the group.

“Let’s go! The the midnight club izle airport’s not that far away!”

The chief spoke up, “Um, let’s don’t have a lynch mob here, okay? Our jail can’t hold all 30 of you. Unless you’re all really friendly, which I don’t exactly see right now.” He smiled. “Sir? you said you’d like to see the guy, Claudia? You’re the closest we have to city council here. Lydia? You’re with this gentleman, correct? Oh. John. You’re the mayor. I suppose you should come, too. That’ll pretty well fill up the squad car. The rest of you, well, maybe tag along, or make a few phone calls.”

Lydia spoke up. “Why don’t you take Mrs. Needle. Sharon and I have some things to do in town.”

John ventured, “Phil, you could take my SUV; I’m thinking I should donate it to the police department anyway, considering what’s been going on.”

The police chief gave the mayor a level look. “I need radio, lights, and siren, so we’ll take the squad. Be sure to mention that offer later.”

On the way to the airport, after talking quietly with the police chief, Asch called Sharon. “Detain him.”

At the terminal Asch and the police chief were given ID badges, Mrs. Needle got a press badge. Claudia Johnson, the councilman’s wife, and the mayor were allowed into the observation room with Mrs. Needle.

Asch and the chief walked into the room. Asch and Simon looked at each other. Simon jerked upright, surprise written all over his face, then consternation, then cynical humor. “So we meet again, Jones, mean Ashurbanipal. Sir.”

Asch kept his face neutral. “So did you trick Monsanto into actually hiring you, or are you still freelancing?”

“What do you care? How did you know it was me?”

“Guess.” Asch was grim.

The chief watched the conversation with interest, and kept silent.

Asch opened his cell phone, never taking his eyes off Simon except a quick glance down as he pressed a speed dial number. He held the phone to his ear. “Hey, Tom! Yeah, it’s me, yeah things are great. I’ll have to tell you all about it sometime. Say—remember the guy with the Turkish name who snookered our security people and—yeah, well, I found him. You still want him? Okay, hang on.” He turned to the police chief. “What’s your phone number? I have someone who wants to press charges against this guy on an unrelated issue.” He handed his phone over.

Phil took up the conversation, stepping out of the room.

Waheed started to sweat. “Hey, come on, Asch. We were friends once. Buddies! You wouldn’t do this to a friend, would you? I mean that was just a friendly lesson for their security system. I’ll bet they made lots of improvements. I should bill them for what I did.”

“Keep digging yourself in deeper, Waheed.”

Phil returned, handed the phone back to Asch, and put a sheet of paper in front of Simon. “This is a receipt for the papers that Airport Security confiscated. Look it over and sign at the bottom. They’ll give you a copy.”

Simon looked at the paper. It listed the contract as “Four (4) pages of business correspondence on Monsanto letterhead.” He hesitated, then scribbled on the signature line.

Asch and Phil started to step out, but Simon called, “Hey when do I get out of here? I’ll miss my plane.”

Phil replied, “In a few minutes. We are about done with you.”

Out in the lobby, they compared signatures. The scribbles were completely different. Asch commented, “so you think we’re really done with him?”

“We are. As soon as you mentioned freelancing, Mrs. Needle called the Monsanto number on the letterhead. It was a Monsanto tech support phone maze, so she googled a few other numbers and got through. They never heard of him, and had no knowledge of the island based on the info she gave them, but they’d be willing to talk.” He snickered. “It appears the whole thing was made up. I suspect he was going to try to sell the deal to Monsanto and just disappear if they weren’t interested, bad check to the auto dealer and the university. The FBI should be here in a couple minutes.”

“The FBI!”

“Yes. Your colleague didn’t waste any time. Apparently whatever he did at your old company ruffled more than a few feathers. The agent called me while I was out earlier, wanted me to hold him for them.”

“Wow. And here I thought the mills of the gods grind exceeding slow! Maybe not this time, eh?”

A burly guy in sunglasses and a dark suit approached. “Hi, Phil. There’s a reward out for this guy, by the way. We have several warrants on him. You want to bring him out and sign him over to me? Cuffed.” He looked at Asch. “Ain’t computers wonderful?”

Asch had to agree.

After Waheed was gone, Asch spoke up. “Listen. Why don’t you guys head back without me? I live on this side, the jitney’s easy to use, and the squad car’ll be a little less crowded. If you manage to reschedule the town council meeting,” he looked at the mayor, “I’d like to attend, if the meeting is open to the public.”

They the midwich cuckoos izle were agreeable, and Mrs. Needle promised an interesting next issue of the newspaper. Asch headed for the ticket counter.

“Good afternoon, Sir, how may I help you?” said the attractive brunette behind the counter.

“It would be very helpful if I knew when your shift is up,” Asch replied in his most suggestive manner. “Then maybe I could escort you into town for some entertainment.”

The brunette smiled and leaned forward, revealing some cleavage. “How about in ten minutes? I’m dying to hear what’s going on and why Mr. Waheed left the building in handcuffs.”

“I guarantee you it wasn’t for any excitement in bed,” said Asch. “I’ll go use the facilities and meet you out front.” Mary winked and blew him a kiss.

They headed for the jitney. “Lemme wait until all three of us are together for me to tell the whole story. Not that I don’t mind talking to each of you, but that way you’ll both get the same version.” Asch paused, “I can say right now, though, that it looks like a happy ending. For the town.” Asch smiled. “I’m okay with a happy ending for us, too. How shall we surprise Octavia?”

“How about we go reserve a room at the Islander, then you go into Rita’s and distract Octavia while I sneak into our usual booth, then you have her seat you, and I’ll be there waiting!” It was the best plan they could come up with without raising Octavia’s suspicions. “Tell you what else,” she added, “let’s get off at the hardware store. I want to get something.”

She picked up about 20 feet of soft three-quarter-inch braided nylon rope. Asch figured the handcuffs had given her ideas, but he kept his mouth shut. He got a suite at the hotel, and they went up to unload. Asch put Mary’s flight bag on the chair and turned around to find her about half an inch from him. “You haven’t welcomed me to the island properly yet,” she said, closing her eyes and brushing her chest against him, her lips parted.

Asch surprised her by putting his hands on her breasts and nuzzling her neck. Then he tangled one hand in her hair and kissed her under her jaw. She moaned and pressed her hips onto him, then reached forward and grabbed him through his pants, which made him grunt. He grabbed her butt cheeks and pressed her against him and put his mouth on hers, plunging his tongue into her. They moaned together. Then she worked at unfastening his pants and he hitched up her sundress. Neither of them wore underwear and they plunged onto each other in their urgency. She cried out a little feeling him enter her, and he trembled at feeling his skin being pulled back as he entered her tightness. He pulled her dress the rest of the way up, and she raised her arms to help. He reveled in the feel of her breasts against his chest and started to pump with more urgency.

Suddenly she pulled away, gasping. “Are you ready to finish?” she asked.

“Oh yes!”

She got a regretful look in her eyes. “So am I, but let’s wait for Octavia.”

Asch gave a shuddering sigh, “Okay, I’m game. I’ll sure be ready when the time comes.”

She grinned at him and scampered into the bathroom with her sundress. He rearranged himself, and presently she reappeared, dress back on, and had him help her run the rope under the head of the bed. “Maybe we’ll use this, maybe not, but don’t mention it, okay?”

“Okay. I’m figuring out that women are crazy. But I suppose it’s late enough for us to head over to Momma Rita’s.”

It looked like Octavia was in the kitchen, so Mary scooted over to the booth and Asch waited by the counter, where Octavia would have to face away from that booth to greet him. Not that she’d be able to see into the corner of the booth anyway.

Octavia came out and a big grin appeared on her face. “Asch! I’m eager to hear how your presentation went in Easthaven. Lemme seat you—you’re all sweaty! That must have been some garden club. Did they make you do the weeding for them?”

“You won’t believe. It’s quite a story. When’s your break?”

“Oh, I can get away in about—Mary! You’re here!” The two hugged. “That’s why Asch is all sweaty. I hope you left some energy for me.” She stuck out her lower lip.

“Oh yes. We decided to wait for you. So be prepared for some energetically good times.” She waggled her eyebrows. “And that’s not counting the Easthaven adventure, which I haven’t heard yet, either, so hurry on that break.”

They ordered something to drink and waited for Octavia. When she finally came over, the ladies sat side by side, the better to hear Asch’s story. They were alternately interested, indignant, sympathetic, worried, amused, and relieved as he told the story.

“Poor Sharon, commented Octavia. She’ll be glad to hear how it came out. I wonder how her dad will spin it.”

“So far the spin is gullibility and inexperience,” Asch said.

Mary added, “So if I understand this correctly, you figured out who this guy was when you heard that pseudonym.”

“Pretty much. It’s a good thing I never got around to telling him at my old job that I recognized the Turkish name, though Abdul Amir wouldn’t have been all that uncommon. But using Ivan Skavar was just too big a coincidence. And when Sharon described him, that pretty much sealed the deal for me. I didn’t know about all the other warrants, though. I guess this guy’s a big-time con man. He sure had John going.”

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Before I start my story, I need to give you some background information. My wife Jennifer and I have been married for twenty two years and life had become quite routine.

Throughout the years her weight had gone up due to giving birth to two boys and although she never really had a sex drive to speak of, she had now lost all desire for sex. In fact, I resolved to accept having sex one a year for our anniversary. While dating, my friends all laughed when I would tell them she never gave me head. As a result of always being turned down, I stopped all attempts for sex or head. She always went to work in unflattering pants and sneakers, no matter how much I would tell her to spruce herself up. I chalked our marriage up to being one of boring conversation and complete abstinence. That was until last year. I hadn’t even noticed that she lost all the weight. In fact, she was lighter than when we first started dating.

With that said…

It was a running joke between the guys at work that when a frumpy looking woman lost weight and started wearing tight revealing clothes, she was having an affair with one of her co-workers. Little did I know that Jennifer had herself gone out and bought a new wardrobe and was wearing tight sexy clothes to work as well. Since I left the house for work before she woke up and came home well past when she returned from work herself, I never noticed. Also, for a woman that couldn’t send E-mail, she spent a lot of time texting ‘her girl friend from work’ or her ****.

I was so bored with the marriage that all this activity was lost in me. My family however noticed that Jennifer was a different woman and would gingerly ask me if I noticed anything differently in my wife. That is what woke me up from my slumber.

One holiday when all the family was together at my in-law’s house, I walked into the kitchen to catch Jen texting someone. She almost shit when she saw me come into the room. The next night I decided to check her phone. To my complete shock and horror, I saw who she was texting. It was a guy from her office. He spoke about how much he loved taking her on his desk when everyone else in the oni thunder gods tale izle office had gone home for the night. Jennifer replied how it felt as if she can still feel his cock throbbing inside her pussy. She wrote that she had a special surprise for him the next morning while everyone was scheduled to be in a meeting. I was flush with fear, but also with excitement. My wife was fucking another man and she was thrilled by it!

There was a text from her telling of how difficult it was to take his huge cock in her mouth and how hard it was to keep all his cum in her mouth when he finally reached organism. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. This is a girl who refused to even consider putting her mouth on my prick and here she was taking a guy’s complete load on her tongue. What got me crazy was the back and forth texting between them about how hot she was making him and the fact that she texted him to check his desk drawer for the panties she had removed from under her skirt and left for him. They then planned on how she was to go out into an unutilized hall closet to wait for him to meet her and shove his apparently huge cock into her from behind.

I read enough. I decided I needed to confront her with these texts. Leaving the boys downstairs to play their video games, I entered the bedroom where she was laying down watching TV, still in her business-like skirt and blouse, and closed and locked the door behind me. I showed her the phone and told her we needed to talk. She sat up quietly and quite nervously. I started to read the texts out loud, my voice cracking from being nervous, as well as excited. She sat there in complete silence with her hands on her head and her mouth wide open. When I read the part about taking his entire cock deep into her pussy from behind, she sat up taller, as if she was trying to fly away. When it was all over, I asked her if this was truly happening or simply some silly game the two of them play with each other. She simply looked me in the eyes and told me it was all true. Things had slowly built up from simple flirting and texting to petting oussekine izle and grinding. Finally, she stated that all this was too much. Dares to show body parts turned into dares to do sexual acts.

What happened next even surprised me. Instead of losing my cool and screaming, I reached out and started unbuttoning her blouse and in a soft shaky voice told her how disappointed I was in her for being such a bad girl. She was speechless. She just sat on the bed in disbelief in how I was reacting to being told I was being cheated on. Jennifer’s breasts looked amazing as they were slowly being revealed. It was as if I had put myself in the other man’s shoes and I was getting my first look at her naked breasts. When I was done unbuttoning her blouse, I went on to slowly pull the long zipper on the side of her grey business skirt. I was surprised when I saw that she was wearing a black lace thong. That’s when I finally noticed how much weight she had lost and just how hot her body truly was.

I turned her away from me as I finished removing her skirt. The tight orbs of her ass were framed perfectly by the cut of the garment. I simply stood quietly rubbing her ass, careful not to disturb the position of the thong riding up the crack of her ass. Jennifer began to moaning quietly as a pushed her face down into her pillow and began to kiss her beautiful ass and run my tongue up to her asshole and both sides on the thong strip.

All the attention I was giving to her had great effects on my wife. Her pussy was getting incredibly wet. The sweet and pungent aroma she was creating was intoxication. When I had wet her ass cheeks and rectum enough from the attention I was giving her with my tongue, I slowly blew cool wind up and down her incredible ass and onto her magnificent asshole. When I asked her if her new lover ever licked her asshole and worshipped her backside the way I was now doing, that’s when she could no longer contain her composure and had her first orgasm. Her pussy started to gush cum. This was the first time my wife’s pussy actually squirted!

I did all I could do to lap up as much of her sweet nectar paper girls izle while trying not to disturb the position of her thong. When the orgasm was over, I stood back up on the side of the bed and instructed Jennifer to sit back up, facing me. She sat there quietly, wondering what I was going to do or say next. I slowly began lowering the zipper on my pants and instructing my wife to tell me how much she enjoyed sucking her lover’s cock. I released my now incredibly engorged dick from the opening in my pants. I placed my cock in front of her lips and placed my hands on my top of her head.

As she began stroking my member and giving it gentle licks, it was now my wife’s turn to speak with a soft shaky voice. As she described how exciting it was to place her lovers huge cock in her mouth for the first time, she seemed to have trouble catching her breath, still wondering if this was really happening. Jennifer had now placed my cock in her mouth and worked her lips up and down the shaft. The warmth of her wet mouth and deep breathing was better than I ever remember a blowjob being. Maybe because it was the first blowjob my wife of twenty two years ever gave me. I simply kept wondering why someone that can give such heavenly oral service never gave me a blowjob before.

As my wife continued to provide the greatest head I ever received, I began reciting the texts that had been burned into my mind. This caused her to suck with extreme gusto. I could not hold out any longer. My balls tightened and my rectum pulled in and suddenly I erupted with incredible ****, filling Jennifer’s mouth She swallowed stream after stream of my heavy load. When the feeling subsided and we both caught our composure, we sat and spoke about all that had transpired. I told her that I loved her and that I want her to be happy. If that means she has sex with other men, so be it. The only thing I asked is that she tells me when she does. This way, if someone we knew was to happen to see her with some other man and tell me, I would not be surprised and I could honestly say that I knew all about it.

This has created a new and amazing marriage. The funny thing is that now that I have the freedom to find someone of my own, there’s no one I want to be with except for her. Whenever Jennifer meets up with her lover, or some other lucky guy that happens to turn her on, she comes home with a sly grin and I know that I must do whatever it takes to reclaim what belongs to me.

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I hated the stupid whore, but shit, she was sexy.

She was sporting a high ponytail, and that black hair, pulled tight against her head, shined to where it knotted at a pink rubber band, and then it shot out from there and fell down her back to her shoulder blades. I wanted to grab her by it and drag her ass out of there.

I can’t believe I’m married to that dumb ass cunt.

She was over playing pool with a jackass in a red and white striped blazer. The second the douche walked into the bar with his little friends, I wanted to beat his ass. Who wears a jacket like that? Hey, everyone, look at me! Look how fucking hilarious I am in my queer blazer!

And, there’s my dipshit wife, flirting and playing pool with him and his friends—they all had the sense to dress like normal fucking people.

Fuck, she looked good, though. Her too tight white tee shirt made those tits just launch out her chest. And her waist–what guy likes a chick’s waist? I don’t know, but I liked hers. So skinny, and then her hips rolled out, and even though she was wearing a jean skirt, anyone looking at her knew the ass under there was out of this world.

And it was. I saw Mr. Candycane Coat glaring at it when she bent over the table for a shot. Her big tits squashed against the green felt.

She did it on purpose. Stupid bitch. She’d done it before. She wants to be looked at. She wants to be fought over. She was drunk and dumb. I knew she’d pick that fuckhead, too. The coat. She knew Mr. Candy Blazer would piss me off. I was pretty fucking lit, myself.

Then, I saw him put his cue between his legs, look over at his happy little posse, and pretend to jack off with the stick while he watched her shoot. They snickered.

I set my Bud Light down and walked over. Candy Ass saw me and quit his little show. I looked like trouble, and fuckin-a, I was.

He was just walking around the corner of the table towards me, his hands up. Maybe he was saying, “Easy, easy” or “Hey, I’m sorry” or something. I didn’t listen. Buffy—that was my wife—had a hand on her hip; she looked at me like I was some hunk of garbage that made the whole bar reek.

I leaped, put my hands on the corner of the table across from Candy Ass, brought my knees up to my chest and fucking blasted the dude with two feet into his gut.

The guy fucking careened backward. He slammed into the table behind him, knocking it over and sending drinks flying everywhere. Buffy gasped.

My friends were racing to catch up with me, but I landed on my feet, laughing at Candy Ass. Fuck, I launched him. People yelled and shrieked, and Candy Ass couldn’t get back up.

“Come on, Buffy. Let’s go,” I said, still chuckling.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she yelled. She walked over to Candy Ass.

I had forgotten about his friends.

Someone tackled me, and I about flew into Buffy. I landed on my shoulder, rolled on my back, and I flipped the guy.

I was over him and about to pummel his fucking face when some other dude kicked me in the back of the head.

I blacked out.

When I came around, my friends were carrying me out of the bar. I hollered and twisted, but they had me, laughing. I gave up and started chuckling, too. Shit, my head hurt.

Buffy and the wives of my two friends followed behind us. They were all drunk and pissy: I got us kicked out of a bar. Again.

My friend drove us home and dropped us off. I invited everyone in, but it was late.

When I shut the door behind us, Buffy rounded on me. “You’re a fucking jerk.”

“Come on, Buffy.”

“Why did you fight that guy? He was fun.”

“He was a dick. You didn’t see him behind you.”

“He was nice.”

“He was a fag.”

“You didn’t even talk to him.”

“So, go fuck him, you fucking cunt.”

She stepped forward and slapped me. I laughed. She turned away, and I pantsed and shoved her. With her skirt around her ankles, she tripped and skidded on the carpet of our family room.

She rolled on her back and screamed, “Fuck you!”

“Come on, Buffy.” She hiked up her skirt, and I ogled her panties. “Fuck, look at that pussy.”

“You’re not getting any.”

I walked up to her and I said, “Not now, but pretty fucking soon.”

She kicked me, going for my nuts, but I was ready. I deflected it and pulled her close. “Get your dirty fucking hands off me!” she hollered.

I laughed, and then she got me good. She stuck her fingers up my nose. Buffy was quick, and her long fingernails dug into the skin of my nostrils. I let her go and yelled, “Ah! Shit!”

She smiled. I was holding my nose, my eyes turned red, and tears streamed out. “Oh, look, my crybaby husband.”

“Fuck off, Buffy. That hurt.”

“Did your wife kick your ass again?” she asked.

I shot into her legs and picked her up, still a little blinded by the nikki bella says i do izle pain and my puffy red eyes. I knew enough about where I was in the house, though, to drop on the couch and lay her across my lap.

I ripped up her skirt, yanked down her panties, and fucking smacked the shit out of her fat little ass. I got her about four times before I shrieked. Yeah, me.

She had seized my leg and bit right into my calf—really fucking hard. I shoved her to the ground and checked out my leg. It was already purple, and through the teeth marks, I saw blood welling up.

“Buffy! Fuck! Look at my leg!”

I peered down at it, and she whacked me over the head with a fat book off the coffee table.

“Shit, Buffy!”

She brought it back for a return blow, but I blocked it. Then, she kicked me in the arm. “I’m kicking your ass!” she yelled.

She went for another kick, and I snatched her leg and yanked her. She fell on her back and, as I was about to climb on top, her other foot, flailing, punted me in the chin.

She started hooting again. I held my jaw. I felt blood on my tongue, and I stuck my finger in there. It came out red. I pulled it out and showed it to her.

She stopped laughing, looked at it, and burst into a new fit.

“Will you fucking settle down, Buffy? I don’t want to fight anymore.”

“Why? Because you’d lose?”

“No, because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t, you stupid fucking pussy.”

Now, I was pissed. I climbed down on the floor beside her. She kept flailing at me, and I smacked her legs away. Then, I got one of her hands. I clutched it with both of mine, and I spun her palm backwards toward her face, keeping her elbow locked.

She freaked and rolled onto her tummy to get away from the pain.

“Is this what you want, you fucking bitch? Is it?”

She screamed, and I wrenched it further. She buried her face in the carpet and bawled. I let her go and stood up.

Buffy rolled over, glaring at me and panting. I rubbed my jaw, and she caught her breath.

“Take off my shoes,” she finally said. She raised a tan, shapely leg into the air.

I stepped up and took it. I looked down at her and smiled. She smiled at me, and I unbuckled the strap on her heel. Then, I fell down on my knees.

She had kicked me in the nuts. “Oh, you cunt. You fucking cunt,” I groaned.

“Dumb ass,” she snapped. She got up and walked away, kicking off the shoe, and then she bent over to slip off other one. She disappeared in the dark hallway, barefoot, heading toward our bedroom.

I was drunk enough to ignore the crippling aspect of the pain. I slipped off my shoes, pulled off my shorts and shirt, and limped toward our bedroom in just my underwear—the gay ass underwear she bought for me: a black speedo-style cock holster. And, here, I had been thinking Candy Ass looked like a fucking douche.

I heard her start pissing in the bathroom, and I walked right in.

“I’m peeing, dumb ass,” she said.

I nodded, pulled down my undies and held my dick, pointed at her.

“Am I supposed to be impressed by that tiny pecker? You think I’m going to suck on…”

Then, I pissed on her.

The way she flinched—all twisty and terrified—fuck, it cracked me up.

“Suck on that,” I roared, laughing.

“I’m going to kill you!” she screamed, trying to block the piss with her hands, but I just changed the angle and rained it down on her head. When she stood up, I pinched off my stream and stepped away.

Piss dripped out of her hair and down her face. It covered her shirt, and it was all over the floor.

“Fucking bastard,” she said quietly. “You’re cleaning this up.”

“Clean the piss off yourself, dirty whore.”

She turned and stepped directly into the shower. “I’m going to kill you, you know,” she threatened, and she turned on the water.

Once I knew she was in there and I was safe, I stepped back over to the toilet, avoiding the puddles and drips on the floor. I finished my piss.

She said my name, and I turned, and she splashed a bunch of water in my face. I almost began laughing, again, until I felt what she had really done.

It was soapy water in my eyes. “Ah, geez, Buffy. Shit.”

She yelled, “Hah!” I leaned into the sink and rinsed out my eyes. I didn’t hear or see her come up behind me, dripping wet and naked. She shoved my head into the bottom of the sink, and my reflexive reaction was to lift up, and so the other side of my face slammed into the faucet.

“Fucking bitch!”

She giggled and jumped back in the shower.

When I finished rinsing out my eyes and checking to see that I hadn’t lost any teeth, I threw a couple of towels on the floor over the piss, wiped it up and tossed them into the washing machine.

I sprayed nolly izle some bathroom cleaner on the floor and wiped it up with my foot on a paper towel, and then I threw down a new bath mat.

She peeked out behind the curtain and nodded, approvingly. I stripped off my underwear, tossed the curtain aside and said, “Truce, Buffy.”

She nodded. “Truce.”

I stepped into the shower with her. Her clothes were on the floor of it, sopping.

She had already cleaned up, so she stood and watched me do myself. I was about finished when she offered, “Here, let me get your back.”

“Thanks,” I said, handing her the scrubber. I turned around and she soaped up and scrubbed my back. Felt good. I got a hard.

“Okay, rinse,” she said. She let me by. I drug my rigid cock across her soft tummy.

I rinsed and she said, “Let me see.”

I turned around, and then I felt her long fingernails rip down my back.

“Ow! Fuck!”

She hopped out before I could do anything.

“We had a truce, Buffy!”

“You deserved it for pissing on me!”

I let the warm water sooth the scratch, and my cock went all soft.

A minute or so later, I shut it off, got out, and dried myself. She was blow drying her hair at the vanity.

I came up behind her. “Are we done?” I hollered.

She shut off and put down the dryer. “Yep. I need to get ready.”

“Ready for what? A fucking?”

“To fuck that guy; he gave me his number after you got knocked out.”

“Shut the fuck up. And I didn’t get knocked out; I got cheap shotted.”

“Whatever. I’m going to go to his place and suck his dick.”

“Buffy, that’s not funny.”

“Look at my phone. I just texted him.”

I picked up her phone, and she wasn’t bullshitting. There were four texts. The last one was his address. The one before that was from Buffy, telling Candy Ass—Garland Tracey was his actual name—that she was going to suck his dick.

I sent a text to him on her phone: “in your dreams candyass.” Then, I walked over to her. “Not funny, Buffy.”

“Give me the phone.” I handed it to her. She read it, and then set it down, shaking her head. “Not like I can’t go over there and suck it anyways.”

“Buffy!” I yelled, and I spun her around and smacked her face, not hard. It was a beautiful face: tan, big brown eyes, tiny nose and full lips.

She hit me over the head with the fucking dryer.

I ripped off her towel, and then I grabbed her by one arm, spun myself around, and sling shot her at the bed. She crashed into it, rolling ass over head. I followed her.

I got kicked a few times as I spread her legs, but I fought through it and shoved my face in her bare pussy. She squirmed and yanked on my hair, but my arms wrapped under her thighs, and I held her tight. I jammed my tongue up into her and wiggled my nose on her clit. Burying my tongue as far up her cunt as I could, I squeezed her hips into my face.

She moaned, and I gave her some wiggle room. Big mistake.

She got hold of the top of my ear and twisted. I got up, raising my hands like some jailbird. “Okay. Okay,” I said.

She reversed me, pushed me on the bed, and grabbed my dick. She stroked me and smacked it a few times.

“Ow! Shit!”

Then, she leaned toward it and wrapped her lips around the top.

“Suck my dick, you little slut.”

Then, I felt her fingernails cinch around my scrotum. Her eyes, they looked at me like she had a gun to my head. I tried to seem confident.

“You wouldn’t. You don’t even know what I would do.”

“What would you do?”

I thought about it for a second. “I’d rape every hole in your body.”

She smiled.

“Don’t.”

She looked down at her claws.

“Buffy, don’t.”

I felt her squeeze, just a little, and her fingernails were poised, pressing into my nuts.

“Buffy…”

And then she squashed my nuts into her fingernails. I fucking roared and flipped away from her and off the bed. My nuts got yanked and tore back across her nails when I escaped.

“Fuck!” I hollered, “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. What did you do?” I panted in anguish. “You fucking whore. Oh, you fucking cunt.” I lifted up my dick and peered under at my balls. I could see skin scraped away and blood blisters welling up.

I walked over to her, seized her arm and slapped her tits like they were a face. Then, I back-handed them. I threw her on the bed, crawled over to her, spun around and put my arm around her skinny waist.

I sat on the bed, facing the foot of it. Buffy was under my right arm, belly down, facing the headboard. I sucked on two fingers, slobbering all over them, and then I stuck my middle finger in her pussy, and I worked my index finger into her asshole.

She shrieked, and I finger fucked her pussy and ass. I bent my head down and put my lips against normal people izle the smooth round skin of her ass. I sucked on it. She reached back and scraped at my head and back. She got me a few good ones, and I let go and gripped one of her arms against her back. I seized the other one and caught both of her wrists in one of my hands, pushing them into the small of her back.

I shoved her against the headboard, and then I licked her pussy and ass all over. I tasted her fluids, and then I pushed my tongue into her butthole. She squirmed, but I had her. I jammed two fingers into her little pussy and tongue-fucked her ass.

She moaned, “Oh, shit. My tits. My tits.” I had smacked them pretty fucking hard. There probably was going to be a couple bruises. Nothing compared to my nuts, though—those things were fucked.

I started thinking about Buffy’s tits, and I wanted them. I rolled her over and pinned her arms to her sides. I took one into my mouth and sucked on it like I was trying to draw out venom. I took as much of that tit into my mouth as could possibly fit. Then, I let it pop out and latched onto the other one. Buffy’s tits were unreal. Big, but not huge. Firm and soft, with big oval nipples—so brown they were almost black.

I ravaged those nipples for a minute, both of them, and she panted and moaned.

I kept her arms pinned and climbed over on her stomach. When I let go, I pinned her arms against her with my knees.

I grabbed her beautiful cheeks and turned her to me. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. This cock is coming.”

She did it. I grabbed her head and put the tip of my cock on her tongue. She looked up at me.

“If you bite it, then it’s no more games, Buffy. I’ll fucking kill you for real. I love you, but I will no shit kill you.”

She nodded, and I pulled her mouth over my dick. She sucked it, and I fucked her head. She made good sounds: whimpers and moans. Every now and then, I pushed deep and she coughed. I let her catch her breath, and then I put that mother fucker back in her mouth.

I let her head go and reached back to finger her. She didn’t need my help to suck that dick. We worked each other that way, and a few times, she outright stopped sucking me so that she could feel what I was doing to her—two fingers of one hand all over her clit, two of the other jabbing in her pussy.

I loved to hear her come, so I put her on her side, lifted one leg up over my shoulder, sat down on the other one, and fucked that pussy hard. I put a thumb up her asshole. I loved the angle–her on her side. I could see everything. I could touch everything.

She screamed and squirmed, and then she peaked. I held on as she pushed and kicked away; I fucked her right through it.

When she came down, I climbed back up and made her suck me off. She glared at me, and I said, “What, bitch? Pissed off that nobody gets you off like I do?” I grinned.

Then, she bit down on my cock. I bellowed in fucking rage. I clocked her on the side of the head, and my cock was free.

I grabbed my dick and stepped back off the bed. “What did you do? Oh, shit, what the fuck?”

She hadn’t bit me as hard as she bit my leg earlier, but it fucking hurt.

I clutched one of her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I rolled her over on her stomach; the edge of the bed bent her at the waist. I straddled her legs, spread her ass cheeks, and spit on her. Then, I stuck my wet dick against her asshole.

She screamed. I broke through, and I didn’t stop until my balls were mashed against her cunt and my pubes looked like they were her ass hair.

She hollered and kicked. She twisted and cried. I pulled all the way back to the bulb and slowly plunged all the way in to the root. She slapped the bed and clutched at the sheets. I did it again.

It was so fucking sick. Her cries lifted me higher. I buried it back into her, and then I picked her up, carried her over, and stood her up against the tall dresser. I held her hips and killed her asshole.

When my cum rose up, I shoved in all the way, and my cock lifted her fat little ass off the ground, and I pushed onto my tippy toes while my fucking jizz dumped into her. I listened to her cry, and I grunted like a fucking wild boar.

When I finished, I picked her up and walked her back over to the bed, keeping my cock hidden up her asshole. I put her on all fours on the side of the bed. Standing next to her on the floor, I slowly pulled out.

“Don’t even think about cleaning up,” I warned. “You’re going to sleep with all that cum up your ass.”

I shoved her down on her belly, walked over to the sink, and wiped off my dick.

Her breathing had returned to normal when I climbed back in bed. “Why the fuck did you bite my cock, Buffy?”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, and then she rolled over to me and said, “You said you were going to rape every hole in my body.”

“Yeah?”

“But you hadn’t, yet.”

“Oh.”

She curled on her side, stuck a pillow between her knees, and pulled the blanket over her shoulders. She whispered, “Love you.”

“Yeah. Love you, too.” Dumb ass whore.

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I land, and go to my hotel, relax for a bit, and then get dressed to pick you up for dinner. We greet each other with a kiss that feels like it has been held in for ages, and proceed onto the restaurant. We both eat small meals, clearly both nervous about this visit. We exchange looks, and smiles, talking a bit here and there, about us, but keeping to conversation light. We go after dinner to watch a movie, and we cuddle and hold hands through the movie, with the odd kiss here and there, some lasting seconds, some lasting minutes.

We go back to the hotel, me carrying your bag and holding your hand, and we settle in to talk. We talk about us, our thoughts, what we want, about life and all of that. After a few hours, you go to the bedroom, getting ready for bed. I join you after a few minutes, quickly getting ready for bed. We kiss as we slide beneath the sheets. You are dressed in a silk nightgown, and I am dressed in a pair of loose pants. We kiss and caress each others bodies a bit, but no clothes are removed in a silent understanding that such things can wait, that we have time. We fall asleep cuddled together, your head on my chest, our legs entwined and bodies pressed close.

As the days pass by, and we spend time just talking and cuddling, spending time together away from the invasiveness of online chatting, we grow closer and closer, but still avoid that last step. We agree we are a couple officially, and no longer wish to hide how we feel. We both login to the site we met on, and state as much, to the grins of many, surprise of a few, and anger of some. The congratulations are plentiful, and it makes not dead yet izle us both feel happy and at peace with the decision.

We decide to go out and celebrate, going to a different, but equally as classy restaurant in the city, but this time the mood is different, more electric, and the exchanges are not nervous, but filled with love and desire. After dinner, we go for a walk through the park, hand in hand, just enjoying each other’s company. We end up back at the hotel, and we quickly begin kissing and exploring each other’s covered bodies. We kiss deeply as my hands caress your back and yours unbuttons my shirt and moves over the skin of my chest.

You notice your dress is looser around your chest, and let out a gasp as you realize I have undone the dress at the back while you were preoccupied with my chest and our kissing. You kiss me deeply, and reach down to stroke my cock through my pants, my cock growing under your attention. You try to undo my pants, but I stop you, not wanting to rush to that just yet, trying to beg your patience with my eyes as I kiss you passionately. You break away, let go of my pants, and stand up, raising your arms, which causes your dress to fall to the floor, showing only a pair of lacy panties left.

I look up at you in amazement, and you smile down, beaming at the expression of desire at your beauty on my face. You lean down to kiss me, and by instinct my hands move up to massage your breasts, rubbing, pinching and playing with your nipples, causing you to moan in need into my mouth. I pull you close, lifting myself up a bit to kiss and suck at your nipples and breasts, giving them more attention than they’ve have in ages. You moan and gasp as I nibble and suck on your breasts. Your legs nearly buckle as a stray hand runs roughly over your clit and pussy lips, but you choose to fall into my lap so you are straddling me as I site on the couch.

You pull my mouth to yours, and kiss me deeply, moving your hips around, making your pussy press tight against my cock and massage it to full hardness. This time when you reach down to undo my pants obi wan kenobi izle I let you, and before long my cock is pressed against you, only your panties between my cock and your pussy. You kiss me passionately, almost trying to devour my mouth, as your hips move up and down, rubbing the rough material of your panties against my cock. Before long you reach down to take the few drops of precum on your finger and lick it off.

You then kiss my neck, and move your way down my body slowly moving your pussy away from my cock, until you are kneeling before me, my cock resting between your breasts. You lean down, take my cock into your mouth, getting it nice and wet with your saliva, then take it out, and press my now lubricated cock between your breasts, and slowly move your chest up and down. After a few seconds of this, I look down, smile, and reach out to play with your right nipple, which is the only one accessible. You moan as the feeling of my cock between your breasts and is increased by your nipples being played with roughly.

You watch me carefully, as my head is thrown back in pleasure and my efforts not to cum, and as it looks like I am about to cum, you suddenly stop. It takes a few seconds for the sensations to subside and for me to regain control of myself, and I look down at you after catching my breath. Your mouth is wide, poised above my cock so that when my eyes meet yours, you plunge your mouth down on my cock, taking the entirety into your mouth, and moving swiftly up and down, making me cum in less than a minute, shooting warm cum deep into your throat, making you moan loudly.

You swallow all my cum, and then stand up, planning to use the left over cum on my cock as lube as you slide me into you, but I stop you. I pull you onto my lap, your panties still in the way. You moan out of need as my still hard cock presses roughly against your clit, the head rubbing it with every motion. I stand up, holding you by the ass, and carefully move us to the bedroom, where I lay you down roughly, my body almost falling on yours, pressing myself roughly against you again, ölüm zamanı izle making you moan even louder.

I follow your lead, and begin kissing my way down your body, until I am between your legs, with one leg on each side of my head. Leaving your panties on, I begin to lick and kiss at your pussy, starting just above where your pubic hair starts, and moving slowly down, until my tongue is licking at the wetness between your legs, and you are squirming and moaning loudly above my head. My tongue licks and prods, until the cloth of your panties is pressed between your lips, making your clit stand out from the stimulation of the cloth. With the cloth pressed between your lips, that leaves your lips themselves as a way to stimulate you, and I do so with vigor, licking and sucking at your pussy lips until your panties are soaked with your cum and your lips are visibly swollen.

You lift your legs off my shoulders, and roughly pull off your panties, and then lower yourself back down, begging me to make you cum. I laugh softly, making you moan in complaint, and begin to lick and suck at your clit, making you yelp and moan in pleasure. As I slide 2 fingers into you, you let out a small gasp and moan my name, making me smile and suck harder at your clit. Before long I feel the muscles inside your pussy squeezing tighter, and I can tell you are close to orgasm, if I couldn’t tell by the moaning and squirming you are doing.

I pull my 2 fingers out, coated in your cum, and add another, sliding them back into you, making you moan louder, and I begin to nibble and lightly bite your clit, making you let go and cum loudly and wetly on my fingers. I pull my fingers out quickly, lift myself up and press my cock to your entrance, sliding into you, making a second wave of orgasm come over you. I slide my cock in and out of you, slowly pulling your legs up so they wrap over my shoulders, and allow my cock to slide deeper into your pussy. As I slide my cock faster and deeper into you, stimulating your pussy over and over, the waves of pleasure get more and more intense, as is the pressure your pussy put on my cock, until I feel my own orgasm building.

I slide one more time, deep as I can, into your pussy, and let myself go, shooting my cum deep inside you. As my own pleasure subsides, I slide in and out a few more times, before collapsing on top of you, and kissing you deeply, lovingly. “I love you, baby” I whisper…

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