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It was the weekend of July fourth. Jill had left that Friday to attend a heavy-duty, three day, fifteen hour a day counseling/therapy workshop. As usual, I was feeling randy and was looking forward to my friend, Kirke’s, party on Saturday evening. The possibility of finding a seducible woman was certainly part of my motivation for attending, but there would be a lot of people there, many of which I knew.

Now Jill and I have had an interesting relationship up to that time. We don’t live together but manage to spend a lot of time with one another even though she lives on the seacoast and I live about twenty miles inland. She’s a beautiful, blue-eyed babe with dark curly hair and nice firm, if small, tits. She’s sexually adventurous, a little passive and madly in love with me. So sure am I of her love for me, I know that I could hook up with another woman while she’s gone, tell her about it when she returns and she would be cool with it. In fact, it would probably turn her on.

Although I had planned on attending the party alone, I had previously made a date with Eliza to play tennis that morning. I’ve known Eliza for several years as she was once married to a good friend of mine. She’s about five foot one, very slim and athletic. She has long blonde hair, very pretty, great ass, but, by far, what sets her apart from all the other women I’ve known, are her magnificent breasts. Very large, firm, at least a thirty-eight or forty, their enormity seems almost unnatural on a woman of her small stature. You noticed I said “almost”. They were just beautiful and I’ve admired them for years. Large, brown nipples, blonde pubic hair and a healthy attitude towards sex, complete one desirable woman.

I hadn’t anticipated anything happening with her that day as we had just recently come to grips with her feelings of hurt and rejection when I informed her that Jill and I would be housemates in the Fall. Jill and Eliza are best friends and, by the way, it was during a planned seduction of Eliza that Jill first noticed and began pursuing me. Still, I had every intention of maintaining a relationship with Eliza, sexual or not. Eliza and I had had a couple of sexual episodes, but only in a friendly manner, always toying with, but never committing to, a serious relationship. We agreed that sex was just too difficult for us to handle at this time.

Eliza and I met in Pittsfield and played some less-than-inspired tennis for about an hour, when we decided to go for a swim at Big River. We went to the liquor store where we each bought a bottle of wine. Ostensibly, mine was for the party later, while her’s would be good for sipping at the river. Cheese and crackers were similarly purchased.

We got to the river and found it peacefully deserted. Now this river is really just a wide, deep spot in a small stream, but it has a small, sandy beach near a bridge where we left our cars. We drank and ate and talked and even went for a swim when the sun had sufficiently warmed us. As the afternoon wore down, both bottles of wine were nearly consumed and Eliza and I were getting looser and friendlier.

Kisses parallels izle and hugs, which were so friendly at first, were fast becoming more sensual and sexual in a way in which were having trouble resisting. There was no resistance when my hand fell to her ample breast, firm stomach and soft thighs. There was no resistance, even encouragement, when the same breast occasionally exposed itself to the waning afternoon sun. Her large, brown nipple danced under the gentle prodding of my fingers and tongue. The kisses were deep, long and wet as my hand trailed along her belly to that space between her legs, still covered by her bathing suit bottom and I massaged her there gently.

Indeed, the sun was going down (but not my penis) and in our semi-inebriated condition, we concluded that Eliza’s warm bed and our two naked bodies would be party enough for both of us. We got into our cars and unerringly made the short drive to Eliza’s house.

After finishing off the wine, Eliza excused herself to take a shower. I waited patiently as I heard her in the bathroom. After I heard the door open, I got up and went to greet her. She was unbelievably sexy in a short bath towel. My dick was still hard from earlier and I couldn’t resist. I went right over to her and gave her a big, deep kiss. Our tongues met, sliding deliciously around one another and her towel slipped off.

Now I got to see her completely naked and so beautiful. Great tan skin, beautifully smooth and firm ass, tight blonde triangle exposing her puffy cunt lips and those marvelous, marvelous breasts. I was hard as a rock rubbing up against her in my shorts. She was getting hot as I let my hands roam all over her body from her ass cheeks, grabbing them gently in each hand, along her hips to her tiny waist and out to the sides of those humongous tits. I had to have her, right then.

We were next to a beanbag chair there in the hallway near the stairs, outside the bathroom, so I tenderly led her down there on her hands and knees with that beautiful ass staring me in the face. I quickly ripped off my shorts and knelt behind her. I took my dick in my hand and stroked it along her very accessible pussy. She was already wet and I easily put the head of my cock between her lips. It was such a turn on! Her fine blonde pubes fully exposed to view her pussy filled with my engorged prick. I pushed my entire seven inches into her in one motion. We were both so turned on and in just a few strokes I was deep within her with my hands on her tits and ass and groaning loudly as I came and came in delicious ecstasy deep inside her cunt. She collapsed onto her stomach with a knee-shaking orgasm of her own and we lay there for several minutes, me still buried, well spent, inside her.

After a few moments, we gathered ourselves and stumbled upstairs, naked and ready for more. She fell onto the bed on her back, her generous breasts going to either side of her small frame and her legs spread invitingly. I knelt between her legs and kissed her gently on the mouth. I covered her lips, her eyes, her forehead, her paul t goldman izle ears, her neck with my tongue and lips, kissing and licking her into oblivion. Her long blonde hair was splayed out, framing her face and I was completely knocked out by her beauty.

After several minutes of this, I licked my way down her neck and came face to face with those glorious tits. I licked around them, holding as much as I could in my hands and bringing them together. The nipples were large and erect and pointing at me needingly. I licked one and then the other and then back again, before taking one deep in my mouth and sucking hungrily like a baby nursing. Eliza moaned as I moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking.

I held her breasts, one in each hand, firmly like handles as I moved down her body to kiss her belly and around her navel. Just below her belly button began the soft, fine trail of blonde hairs, leading to her sweet pussy. I licked my way down this path until I was facing her blonde framed cunt lips, puffy and inviting. I gave her a quick lick along the length of her slit before I explored her clitoral area with the tip of my wet tongue. I licked and sucked and kissed and swirled my tongue around her lovely clit until she was moaning loudly and grabbing my head with her hands in an attempt to force my tongue deeper in her pussy. I let go of her massive breasts and used my finger to spread the lips of her pussy and felt overwhelmed by the sight and smell (somewhat like baby powder).

Again I licked along the length of her slit and plunged my tongue deep in as far as it would go within her moist love tunnel. I penetrated in and out using my tongue as a dick (albeit, a small one). Eliza loved every moment as I settled in between her legs for some serious cunnilingus. I kissed her pussy like they were a second set of lips, deeply and with lots of tongue action, alternating that with giving her cunt wide licks with the breadth of my tongue and sucking her labia into my eager mouth.

I continued my frenzied ministrations for fifteen or twenty minutes, leaving her limp and almost passed out from orgasmic ecstasy. Although she was slightly limp, I was anything but. My dick screamed for attention, standing out from my body, hard and ready. I moved myself up the bed until my hard-on was poised near her face as she reached out and gently fondled its rigidness. Her hand moved smoothly up and down my stiff shaft as she pulled it down toward her mouth.

I was on my knees with her face between my legs and she ran her wet tongue from the purple head of my dick along the underside to my tight balls. She gave my sack a kiss and a lick before coming up and taking the head into her mouth with a slight sucking action. I rolled over onto my back as she went up and down on my massive hard-on. Her mouth was sweet and wet and left my cock soaked in her saliva.

Then she slid onto her knees, moved her body up and with my rigid dick in her hand, set herself down on top of me. All the way. I gasped as I watched my full seven inches disappear midnight at the pera palace izle in her until my red pubes were intimately intermingled with her blonde ones. Now some guys may be intimidated when the woman is on top, but I find it wonderful. Sure, it may seem that the woman is in control, but I like to reach out and grab the woman’s ass cheeks and guide her to move the way I want. Also I can slow down her movements and give my cock a chance to relax and prolong my orgasm.

So I held her ass with my dick buried all the way inside her wet cunt and enjoyed the view. Our pubic hairs are entwined as she grinds her hips ever so slightly into my crotch…her breasts swaying with a physics all their own…her blonde hair falling down into my face and her breath coming in short bursts above me. She was beautiful and I was in heaven!

I loosened my grip on her ass and started to move her in a slow grinding motion. Her breasts begged to be touched so I reached my eager hands out for them, taking one in each hand. As I released her ass, she moved faster, lifting her pussy off of my lap and impaling herself back down upon my hardness. I coarsely caressed her tits while I watched her cunt move up and down my slick dick. I brought my mouth up to Eliza’s hard nipples and sucked on one until it grew another inch. I moved to the other one and got another fine taste of tit, before I relaxed, my head falling back on the pillow. I reached up to her face and gently pulled her lips down onto mine until she was lying prone on top of me. Her legs were on top of mine, her breasts pushed into my chest, her sweet cunt enveloping my swollen cock. I held her face and gave her gentle kisses on her lips, eyes and cheeks. I reached down again with both hands and grabbed her ass rotating her around my organ for a few strokes.

After I let go of her, she sat up again (here favorite position, I was to learn) and began moving with a purpose. It was all I could do to hold one as I watched and felt her pussy moving rapidly along my rigid shaft. I held lightly to her hips just to keep her balanced as her movements became more animated. Her head leaned back and her eyes were closed and those little gasps were coming from within her each time she sat back down on my penis. She was moving and panting. My eyes were focused now on her nipples, hard and pointy, heaving with her breasts in time with her motions.

I knew she was close. I knew I was close, but determined to follow her or join her on that orgasmic trip. The pressure was building in my balls and I could feel that she was about there. Her breathing became short, her breasts heaved, her pussy contracted around my turgid dick and with a long sigh on her part, I knew that she was cumming. Her movements became quicker and then slower and finally eased and I could take it no more. I regrettably pulled out of her cunt (I knew that wasn’t using any birth control) and released a tremendous load of cum of her ass. Again and again I shot my load and I could feel the warm cum dripping off of her and back down on me. By this time, she was collapsed on my chest and I hugged her for all I was worth.

After our orgasms subsided, I reached own and held her ass, feeling my sticky cum covering her cheeks. We slept that night wrapped around one another, my hands gently caressing her breasts, her bottom shoved up against my dick, my face in her hair. It was heaven.

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I met Amy via one of those online adult dating sites. You know, the ‘free’ ones which end up being useless unless you give them your credit card number and pay a monthly fee?

She had an extensive photo gallery of herself on her profile, username handjob_amy69, which I thoroughly enjoyed perusing and jerking off to. She had rich auburn medium-length hair with cute box-bangs which framed her gorgeous light-skinned face which dimpled when she smiled. Her body was petite, except for her tits which were ridiculously overdeveloped, i.e. perfect. Her nipples blasted forth in the blustery autumn wind from beneath her snug-fitting band T-shirts and jutted out like cherries atop her massive round Jello-pudding boob-spheres. Her legs were as long as the list of porn-stars I’d like to fuck, slender, graceful and sexy. Her ass was medium-sized and utterly perfectly sculpted. Her cunt and asshole she kept immaculately waxed bald. She was not ashamed of posing in the nude even in the most pornographic of postures, in fact judging by her profile pics, she seemed to relish it.

But all this I’d only seen from her profile pictures on the site. At first I was well aware that she could have in fact been a fat disgusting bald gay male trucker, so we agreed to meet in a very public place first. But she turned out to be hotter than hot; we hit it off and decided to catch a movie together. But before we went, she told me something a little strange:

‘John, it’s nothing personal, what I’m about to say. It’s just how I do things since joining the dating site. I like you so far, and I want to go out with you. But even if things go super well, we won’t be having more than three dates; three dates is my maximum. I know it must sound strange, but… can you respect that?’

‘Well yeah, ok. Can I ask you why?’

‘I’d really rather not get into it. Is that too weird, or do you think you can you handle it?’

I told her I could manage and we headed off to a theater together.

I couldn’t even tell you what the movie was about because as soon as the previews began, we started making out in the back row of the theater in the dark, groping each other and eventually stroking each others crotches… hard. I could soon feel her getting wet even through her jeans.

But before I could drag her out of there and suggest we go find a room, she carefully undid my fly- right there in the theater- slipped her hand in, briefly massaged my balls, and then pulled my hard cock out into the open air.

I heard her snapping open a tube of something and applying it to her hand, and then- bliss! she touched my dick with her hand again: it was Vaseline (and such a sweet sensation!)

Her warm Vaseline’d hand felt so sexy on my horny dick! She slid her hand slowly up and down the length of my raging cock, sliding nearly frictionlessly along my hard twitching shaft amidst the oily lubricant. Meanwhile she kissed my lips. Her soft delicate mouth tasted like strawberries and I wished I could fuck her.

I groped one of her huge tits and hard nipples in the dark through her T-shirt as she jerked me off in the back row. Then I slid my hand up underneath her shirt and felt up the real thing; it was soft yet firm, huge, warm and awesome, with the sexiest huge hard nipple I’d ever touched. The touch of her amazing boob made me want to cum immediately, but I held on a bit longer.

It was sheer bliss to have her jerking my cock this way, slowly yet firmly with Vaseline, my hand squeezing up her enormous chest, and her lips and tongue pressed into mine.

I began subtly bucking my cock up into her jerking hand beyond my control, the last of us izle and she slowly sped up the speed of the thrusts of her Vaseline’d hand along my rod. She jerked me for several more minutes until the pleasure was finally too much to endure. I squeezed her massive tit for dear life and thrust my hungry tongue down her throat as her hand beat my dick at an astounding tempo.

And finally, I let fly. Cum flowed up my dick from my balls and erupted out of the tip in a long rope of ecstasy-jelly, splattering down on my stomach and crotch, the seat, and her jerking hand. I sank back into my seat convulsing euphorically as I came mind-bendingly hard, her hand still a pumping blur on my still cumming dick. I nearly cried out in uncontrollable pleasure, but managed to maintain it to a rather loud groan. (It was fortunate I didn’t cum on anyone sitting in front of us! Anyway, the nearest people were a couple rows away.)

‘Shhhh!’ some shits in front of us hissed.

Amy pulled out some tissues and mopped me up once my orgasm had subsided. I stuffed my bewildered sausage back into the pants and caught my breath.

Shortly thereafter I returned Amy the favor. I kissed her sexy mouth, slowly undid her jeans and slipped a hand down into her honey-zone.

Her pussy was wet from the excitement of jerking me off, hot and smooth as porcelain. I explored its hot slippery folds with my fingers, teasing her expanding clitoris, until finally sinking my middle finger into her tight hole.

She let out a quiet sigh and pressed my hand deeper into her pussy.

I gently worked her cavern, paying special attention to the roof, until she’d dilated and then I added two more fingers. She held my head firmly onto hers and kissed me passionately as I fingered her exquisite wet cunt. Finally I was pumping four fingers up her twat, massaging the roof and presumably her G-spot, as she was bucking her hips up into my fucking fingers in desperate pleasure.

‘I’m gonna cum!’ she whispered barely audibly into my ear, then suddenly she gushed and her hips spasmed, bucking into my hand as she came hard. She gripped her own tits and squeezed them hard as she shook and came, my hand still pumping in and out of her wet fuck-hole.

I know she was trying to be quiet, but she couldn’t help letting out muffled squeaks of pleasure as she came, and then unfortunately a rather loud pornographic-sounding exclamation of, ‘Oh fuck!’

‘Shhhhhhh!’ came the shits from in front again.

We kissed, mopped up, and stayed for the rest of the film, but I was in a daze… a horny and cum-drained daze, and didn’t notice a thing on the screen.

…

Our second date was one afternoon in Central Park. Amy was looking fantastic in a T-shirt and jeans. We strolled hand in hand and made small talk. Eventually, we found a bench in a relatively secluded spot nearly surrounded by beautiful trees.

We sat down and immediately started making out. It wasn’t long before our hands were audaciously feeling up each other’s crotches once again.

‘I want you to jerk off on me…’ she told me all of the sudden slightly out of breath. ‘It would really turn me on if you could do that for me… Can you do it, please?’

‘What, you mean right here?’

‘Right fucking here, yes. Just stand up like this… that’s it; now just whip out your cock and jerk off on me…’

I stood in front of her, glanced around us to make sure there weren’t any creeps watching, and took out my hard dick.

‘You think you might be able to give it a quick suck before I do this, baby?’ the lying life of adults izle I asked hopefully.

She bit her lip. ‘I really want to! I promise if you do this for me now, next time I will suck your cock and swallow your cum, ok? It’s just this is a fantasy I’ve had for a while and I was really hoping…’

‘Ok; you’ve got a deal, babe!’

She brought out the Vaseline again and offered it to my palm. I took a big pile of it as she was telling me once again to jerk off over her.

I looked down at her and began beating my hard meat which was now copiously lubed up with Vaseline. She was fucking hot! She spread open her legs in the tight dark blue jeans she was wearing and made eyes at me as I fucked myself just inches from her fit sexy body. It felt fantastic! She flashed me her gorgeous tits, and I couldn’t help imagining her fulfilling her promise to suck my dick next time!

At one point she reached forward and momentarily massaged my swinging balls as I jerked myself off. Then she pulled her hands back and stuffed her tits back into her shirt as if remembering herself. Her nipples were jutting forth underneath her tight T. She opened her mouth like she was saying ‘ah,’ her tongue pointing down towards her chin. The horny sight of her and what she was letting- encouraging- me to do brought me near to cumming at that moment.

‘I’m about to cum, Amy- where do you want it?’ I said desperately after a while longer of jerking myself off to her hot fucking beauty.

‘Right here, cum on the cunt of my jeans, ok?’ she said indicating her crotch, the jeans pressed tight against her pussy lips between her spread open thighs, creating a slight camel toe.

‘Right there?’ I confirmed teasingly.

‘Right here, baby…’ and she began making moaning sounds to encourage me, ‘Ooh! Uh! Ooh! Yeah! Cum on me, baby! Right here on the cunt of my jeans! Ooh!’

She spread her legs as wide as she could apart and sat on both her hands to accept my cum. Until finally- Boom! Cum blasted forth from my cock amidst my blurry pumping hand, and I painted it all across her pussy through her jeans, back and forth, painting her cunt from left to right, top to bottom until it was fairly covered with a little white puddle of my jizz.

‘Ooooh!’ I grunted as I came, and she moaned too, smiling lustfully as I exploded on her crotch.

I kept pumping my hand along my purple cumming dick until the last strings of fuck-sauce had been drained from my overwhelmed balls.

I shook and convulsed several last few times, shaking my cock over her cunt to un-stick the last cum-string from my cock-hole, before stuffing my meat back into the pants.

‘Oh! Fuck yeah! Thank you!’ Amy cooed, and she smeared it all into her jeans, massaging it in all in, soaking her crotch with my cum, and laughed.

I collapsed onto the bench beside her and she took out the tissues to clean up a bit. But strangely, she left all my cum on the crotch of her jeans…

Later on we had coffee.

…

Our third and what was to unfortunately be our final date was at a nice restaurant. Amy looked ravishing. We wined and dined until it was time to go.

She let me take her to a hotel and it wasn’t long before I was sitting on the bed with her in between my legs about to suck my cock.

‘See?’ she said sexily, ‘I told you I would suck your dick!’ and she wrapped her gorgeous lips around my purple knob and began giving me the most wonderful head you could possibly imagine.

Her blowjob was clean and hands-free, the suction hard and fast. the passage izle I slightly fucked my cock up into her sucking mouth as her speed increased. Time passed and the amazing blowjob was relentless.

She stopped to pull her thong down from underneath her miniskirt and flash me her smooth wet pussy. She fingered herself as she resumed sucking on my cock.

‘Oh Amy!’ I sighed eventually, ‘I’m gonna cum!’ She sucked me harder and faster than ever… ‘Aaaah!’ I groaned as I filled her sucking mouth with hot cum and she swallowed it all down, not spilling even a single drop. ‘Yes!’ I whispered as I pushed my dick up into her mouth and pumped the last of my sperm into the gorgeous girl.

Once my spasms had subsided Amy stood up and smiled. ‘Goodbye, John.’

‘Goodbye? Sure you don’t wanna fuck first??’

‘Well… alright, yes I do wanna fuck first! Can you rise to the occasion though, lover?’

I had her lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I licked her thighs, gently kissing her all over working my way up to the pussy. She moaned softly and I jerked myself to hardness as I licked her cunt.

Her smooth pussy-lips were more delicious than words could ever convey… Her hole flowed with honey, and I massaged it with my tongue most thoroughly. I teased her engorged clit, working it in a crescendo of motion, bringing her slowly and smoothly to an orgasm which soaked my mouth with her delicious juice.

As she came I crawled up onto her and my rock-hard cock naturally found its way into her wet, still spasming love-hole. It slid up into her easily and she let out a soft moan as I penetrated her girlhood. I pulled her shirt up over her mammoth tits and kneaded them like dough as I gently fucked the beauty’s hot drooling wet cunt.

It wasn’t long before she was pulling me into her by the hips and whispering to me that she was about to cum again. I thrusted in time with her orgasm, fucking her to a delicious cum, in which I joined her, pumping her sexy womb full of a second load of my love-sauce as she was also cumming around my now cumming cock.

We moaned and came together, pulling and pressing ourselves into each other as bliss filled our universe.

‘That’s two…’ she said sweaty and panting from the fuck.

‘Two?’

‘Why not make it an even three… here…’

She reached down, pulled my spent dick out of her pussy, jerked it’s lubed shaft and kissed me until my cock grew again to full hardness, then placed its head onto the hole in her bottom.

‘You forgot my third hole! Fuck me one more time… fill my ass with cum…’

I didn’t need asking twice and thrust forwards, my hard-again dick sinking deep up her hot tightest hole. It was ecstasy!

‘Don’t think about anything this time, just fucking cum up my ass!’ she urged.

I bucked my cock up her arse, which was copiously lubed up from all her cunt-juice, fast, deep and hard, all the while squeezing her glorious huge hard-nippled tits. I fucked her ass as fast as I could, racing towards the finish line. Her ass-walls were heaven around my lucky cock and it wasn’t long before I was filling her ass with a third hot load from my balls.

‘Aaaaaah!’ I groaned as I shot her ass full of my cum. She pulled me into her and kissed my neck as I came.

We rested until we’d caught our breath.

Then she got up and said she had to go, and this time I knew it was for good.

I blew her one last kiss, she left, and that was it. Our little fling was over, but not by my choice.

I noticed a week or two later a new picture on her profile on the dating site: a pair of dark blue jeans resting crumpled on a couch with a massive crusty stain on the crotch. ‘My favorite jeans!’ she’d called it, and written a comment underneath it as well: ‘Thanks John! XXX’

How strange! Oh well, I guess I’d had to give way to the next cock to fulfill another one of her sexual fantasies. Still, what a sexy fucking memory!

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You want me. You stare at me on the other side of the table. The dinner is over, the lights are out. But you want dessert. As much as you can get.

Your eyes bore into me with rushes of fierce animal desire. You stand next to the corner of the table, in a full-length white dress, cut incredibly low to show off your prodigious cleavage. I stand on the other side, in a black suit and tie. Your facial expression is clear: You’re in charge here.

“Come here to me, NOW!!”

The door to the outside is open, letting in a pleasant breeze as I slowly walk towards you. I anticipate the thrill of your commands, but I dare not show it on my face. I walk up until we’re face to face on her side.

You put on a domineering voice: “I want you to give me wild, hot animal sex. No holds barred. Make me come harder than you ever thought possible!”

As soon as the last words are out of your mouth, we grasp one another and start furiously kissing, your mouth sucking the tongue out of mine. Absent-mindedly, I take a finger and move it towards your ample breasts. I start at the top of your cleavage, and move my finger down your chest to the bottom of your breasts. You shudder a little, both in ecstasy and the slight chill from the breeze.

I rush my hand to the swell of your breast through the fabric of your dress. I find your nipple, and rub it through the fabric with thumb and forefinger, working it up to its full length. I pinch your nipples just enough to make you yelp with the slightest bit of pain as you start moaning in please through our kissing.

I start kissing down your cheek and the side of your neck. I nibble your earlobe a couple of times to make you feel pleasure and pain all over. You reach down to my belt, slowly moving further until you find my cock, already hard, hot, and throbbing against my leg. You take your thumb and move it under the shaft, almost making me lose concentration.

I take one of your breasts out and start suckling at your nipple like the hungriest baby. I create suction with my mouth, rolling my tongue in circles around your nipple, running my top teeth along it as I continue to stimulate. You start gently stroking my shaft, hot pre-come already oozing from my aching pole.

I turn you around and start nibbling the back of your neck, as my hands lift up your jacket and your blouse, that 90s show izle fumbling for your bra as I quake with urgent desire. Working carefully, I get your bra off, jerk it off your body, and fling it across the room. I turn you around, furiously taking off your jacket off and start fumbling with the buttons on your blouse, trying to get it off while occasionally sucking and biting your nipple. You’re also trembling as you take off my suit coat and tie, trying to unbutton my shirt.

Both of us start letting out gasps and light moans, barely able to physically cope with such torrid foreplay. I kiss up and down the length of your belly, as my hand floats up inside your skirt. Your underwear is already dripping from your fierce desire. I move up and find your clit through the fabric, erect and throbbing, aching for my touch. I rub it gently; your head dips low and you start letting out deep guttural tones,. expressing a level of pleasure you never expected,

I rip off your panties and put you on the edge of the table. I grab a chair and spread your legs so I can put my face right up to your essence. Your intense arousal and desire combine to create an animalistic scent of wanting, to be taken and marked as mine, your feminine core wanting me to blast my manly seed deep inside you

I take my lips and gently kiss your labia, making circles around it to tease you ever so slightly. Your moans get louder and you urge me on further. I start to penetrate you with my rolled-up tongue, getting doused in your womanly desire as it flows like a small river out of your vagina. I put two fingers on your clit and start rubbing slowly, your moaning showing immediate approval.

Your hips starting lifting off the table in extreme pleasure as I rub your clit harder and start licking your pussy randomly from one part to another, tasting your womanly fluids with each inch. You put your hands on the back on my head and push it towards your waiting feminine core with increasing force. You buck like an untamed bronco as you make low primal sounds from the back of your throat, your pleasure almost too much to bear. Suddenly, you tile back and start screaming at the top of your lungs as the waves if climax pound you harder and harder like a tidal wave each time. I keep rubbing your clit, and the 1619 project izle I can feel your vagina clenching almost violently as you reach the peak of your orgasm.

Your climax slowly subsides, and I keep rubbing your clit gently to keep you wanting. You slowly catch your breath, then kneel before me in my chair, taking off my belt. You notice a wet spot in the front of my pants from the pre-come flowing out of my cock the whole time. You try to luck some of it up, then unzip my fly and take out my huge erection.

You gasp slightly and lick your lips at the site of my cock drenched in my own juice. You greedily take my cock in your mouth, gently raking both sides of my erection with your teeth as your tongue frantically zips up and down the bottom of my cock. I start uttering deep groans myself as you alternate between slow licks up and down my shaft and more urgent sucking about halfway up and down. My body starts twitching enjoying your cock worship.

After about 20 minutes, my cock is full of pleasure and aching for release. My breathing before shallow and more frequent as my orgasm approaches. Suddenly, you take my cock out of your mouth, and push me out of my chair onto my back on the floor. You straddle me and stroke my painfully hard erection for a moment. Looking in my eyes, you lift your body over my hardness and sit on my erection, my large cock going almost all the way inside you smoothly.

With a slight smile, you start bouncing up and down on my cock. You kneel down slightly and pin down my arms so I can’t move. You pick up your pace, with me trying to match your speed. Your thrusts rub my back and ass along the carpet, creating friction and causing slight irritation to my backside.

You return to a high level of arousal and stimulation, making more low moans and grunts as your pleasure builds. Suddenly, I grab you, and flip you over onto your back, my cock still piercing your hot feminine furnace. I start thrusting at a harder pace, increasing your pleasure as your head moves back and forth and your moans become louder and more primal. While I thrust harder inside you, your start growling as your ecstasy becomes unbearable.

Suddenly, you start screaming as another orgasm hits you head on. Your vagina clenches against my shaft like a vise. the 7 lives of lea izle Your whole body shakes as you gasp and shout nonstop. A stream of warm liquid flows through your vagina against my cock and flows out of your hole. I try to thrust further as you come for a solid 30 seconds.

After you catch your breath, you pull away and command me: “Get up and bend over that table!” I do as instructed, awaiting your next move. You hover behind me and say in a low voice: “You were a naughty boy at dinner. Naughty boys are punished for their indiscretions!” You take your hand and hit my ass with a mild smack.

“You are a bad boy! You will be punished and turned into my love slave!” You spank me harder., the sound of your hand against my ass getting louder. After a moment of quiet, you spank me harder, the sound starting to echo across the room. You spank me again. And again. Your spankings get more frequent and intense. Despite my pain, I utter bot one word of protest.

After a few more minutes, you stop, stand me up, and order me: “Get on top of me on top of that table and shoot your hot man juice deep inside me!” You climb on top first and spread your legs as wide as you can.

I mount the table, approach your womanly core, and slowly insert my cock back into your anxious hole. I start thrusting slowly, picking up speed as you match your pace with mine. You start moaning softly and quietly saying, “Yeah. That’s it baby. Mark me as yours!”

I clench my teeth and start grunting deeply as my cock becomes a jackhammer, trying to break your prodigious desire into tiny pieces. My balls slam harder and harder against you as I fuck you with full force, making a smacking noise neither of us can hear as our cries of ecstasy grow to a dangerous volume.

I feel my come starting to rise in my balls as you look at me with a fierce urgency. You loudly say, “Make me come again baby! You can do it! Fill me with your liquid and make me come! We start grunting and shouting in unison as we near the crescendo of our passion.

I feel my cock about to let go as your passion suddenly rises. Your gasps get lauder every moment as I grunt like a lion and start to come. Less than a second later, you come as well. We scream and grunt in unison as our carnal fluids mix together inside of you. I feel one large spurt of semen after another flying out of my cock as you scream during another long orgasm.

When it’s all over, I flop down next to you on top of the table. We gasp for breath, recovering from the most intense passion of our lives. As my breathing becomes more normal, you cradle me in your arms. You turn my head towards you as you whisper in my ear, “Good boy.”

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At least this Challenges in Health Care workshop wasn’t boring. And, the meeting was at the very nice Adolphus Hotel, in Dallas.

After a few hours of lecture, everyone was divided into pairs for ‘practical’ exercises…and it was actually fun! There were about four dozen attendees from all over the country. One person played the ‘patient’ and the other was the ‘caregiver’. They had to pick a total of three cards from a fishbowl. Each card would have a disability, condition, injury or special circumstance on it. The ‘patient’ had to pick one card from the disability/condition bowl, and act it out. The ‘caregiver’ had to pick two cards from the injury/condition bowl, and ‘treat’ or ‘assist’ the patient with whatever the cards dictated.

It was 11:45. The workshop leader announced that whatever the next cards were drawn, the ‘patient’ had to act them out until we returned from lunch, and the ‘caregiver’ had to ‘assist’ the ‘patient’ during the whole lunch break.

It was David’s turn to be the patient. He went up to the fishbowl the instructor was holding, and swirled his hand through the cards, and selected one. ‘Blindness’ it read. O….K….he could do blindness, he told himself.

Next, his partner for the workshop, Karen, went up and dove her hand into the fishbowl that contained cards with conditions on them. ‘Second degree burn, left hand’ was the first one she drew. She reached again, digging through the cards with her fingers, and pulled out a second card. ‘Broken thumb, index, and 4th and 5th fingers, right hand’. O….K… She knew how to bandage a burned hand. And she knew how to splint broken fingers. She could do this fairly easily.

One by one, people went and took cards from the fishbowl.

Then, at the instructor’s cue, they began to treat the injuries and assume the conditions they had to act out. Tables held gauze, tape, scissors, splints, braces, and a variety of first-aid supplies.

As each team began the role-play, the instructor reminded the room that they had to play it out all the way through the lunch break. Some giggles and a few good-natured groans went through the group. “Treat your patients, and care for them during the break. Everyone be back here by 1:30. And, no matter what, stay in character. The point of this exercise is to experience these situations and challenges from the perspective of real patients and real care-givers,” the instructor said emphatically, then left the platform.

David found a chair, and closed his eyes to simulate blindness, while Karen went to the supplies table to get what she needed to treat his hands. Gauze pads, rolls of gauze, tape, and finger splints.

David and Karen had sort of known one another before the workshop, but never actually met, in person. They had first met over the phone, while discussing patients their clinics had in common. Over a period of months, they had gotten acquainted, and, in addition to the business of e-mailing or faxing patient records, they had also begun to talk about personal things. His wife had become an invalid because of bad health. Her husband had lost all interest in her, sexually – one of the double-income-no-sex marriages that have become common. Once in a while, David and Karen would forward a bawdy joke to one another via e-mail.

It was actually a coincidence that they were attending the same workshop. But when the found out, they had e-mailed a picture of themselves to each other. David had a distinctive gray beard; Karen had inviting eyes and a warm smile. She spotted him first. As she approached him, they read one another’s name badges, and were delighted to finally meet in person. They exchanged a friendly hug. Naturally, when the practical morning exercises began, David and Karen decided to be partners.

He sat in the darkness of his closed eyes. Listening. Soon he heard her voice as she returned with a handful of first-aid supplies. “Why are your eyes closed?” she asked. “I got the ‘blind’ card,” he answered. “Oh no,” she playfully shrieked. “What are my injuries supposed to be?” “They sound pretty painful. Left hand, second-degree burns; thumb and 2nd, 4th and 5th fingers broken on your right hand,” Karen replied.

“Oh, great” David said sarcastically. “What’s wrong? Karen asked. “Umm…Karen…this means that you’re going to have to feed during lunch. Remember, we have to play this scenario out through lunch.” Karen giggled as she remembered the instructions. “Yep, you’ll have to completely depend on me for everything during the break. I’ll get to lead you around, and feed you for the next 90 minutes. It’ll be fun, David. Now hold out your left hand so I can bandage it.”

David sat patiently as Karen bandaged his left hand. She wrapped it with so much gauze that he felt like he was wearing a thick mitten. As he sat there, eyes closed, he noticed the sounds of her breathing, the rustling of the fabric of her blouse and skirt, and her scent. She was a very attractive full-figured woman, with short hair, a special sparkle in her eyes, and a melodic voice. He was thrilled by this opportunity to meet her in person. stonehouse izle They had developed a long-distance friendship. It was always nice to meet an acquaintance at an out-of-town workshop – even if, in this case, they had never really met in person before. Karen was an incredibly sensual woman, and David was looking forward to spending time with her during the break. David noticed that there were fewer and fewer voices still in the meeting room, as people left to go to lunch.

The course instructor walked by, asking how things were going. After reading the cards that had been randomly selected, the instructor walked away, then returned with a blindfold – one of those sleep masks. “Put a cotton ball over each eye, and put this on him, so he’ll be completely blind. It will remove his temptation to open his eyes” Karen obliged, and fitted the blindfold snugly. David was in complete darkness.

As Karen bent the soft metal splints to conform to David’s fingers, she noticed the strength in his hands and the slenderness of his fingers. His shoulders were broad, and his skin was tan from being outdoors. She noticed that there were no calluses on the hands of this doctor, because David didn’t do manual labor. As she taped the splints in place, making it impossible for him to use his thumb, index and last two fingers, she looked him over thoroughly. His eyes were totally covered, and she knew he couldn’t see her scrutinize his all of his features. She had rendered both his hands virtually useless, and his feigned blindness compounded the attention she would need to give him during the break. It would be fun, she thought, to have to lead him around the halls of the posh hotel, and feed him lunch.

“All finished,” Karen declared. “Ready to go for lunch?”

David stood up, visionless. His left hand was wrapped in a half-mile of gauze, and he had splints taped to the thumb and fingers of his right. The next 90 minutes would be quite an adventure, he thought.

As Karen took him by the elbow, she began to lead him from the meeting room into the hallway. At first, his steps were very cautious. Walking blind in a strange environment required him to completely trust Karen for his safety. She guided him with her arm and her voice, helping him avoid chairs and tables, leading in through the doorway and out into the hall. He felt incredibly awkward and helpless. Down the hallway, and into an elevator she led him, taking them two floors downward, to one of the hotel restaurants. As she steered him along, they enjoyed pleasant conversation and banter. They joked about his ‘blindness’ and ‘helplessness’, and discussed what he might want for lunch. As they walked along, he relaxed, trusting her to care for all his needs.

The hostess seated them in the restaurant. She sympathetically asked about David’s hands and the mask over his eyes. Karen explained that this was an assignment for a workshop they were attending. As they threaded their way toward a table, the many smells and sounds of the restaurant seemed more vivid to David, as he walked in darkness

It was awkward to sit down, but with Karen’s help, he managed. He pressed his wrists against the sides of the chair, to help scoot it forward to the table. By the time the waitress arrived at the table, the two of them had decided that neither of them were very hungry, so they ordered a turkey sandwich to split between them. After the waitress poured the water, and took their order, Karen announced that she needed to go to the restroom. David jokingly promised that he wouldn’t wander off while she was gone.

While he was alone waiting for the waitress and Karen to return, David remembered that he, too, needed to use the restroom. He had intended to go before the last exercise began, but postponed it, thinking he’d wait until the lunch break. Now his bladder was reminding him. Well, he’d just have to wait…but how much longer? He heard Karen return, shortly followed by the waitress.

Amid much giggling, Karen fed David his half of the sandwich. They were having so much fun, that he completely forgot about feeling helpless, and being self-conscious, knowing must be staring in their direction. She wiped his mouth between bites. French-fries were the easiest to feed him. A few times, she deliberately teased him, pulling the French-fry back before he could bite a piece of it off. She helped him sip water, which dribbled down his chin a couple of times. Being a nearly helpless invalid during the break was quite an enlightening experience, but both of them enjoyed the novelty of the role-play. They flirted with one another as they shared a little coffee after the meal.

Karen unwrapped a mint and popped it into David’s mouth. She let her finger linger a few seconds in his mouth, and he kissed it.

“Hey, Karen, let me pay for lunch. Since I can’t sign my name, you’ll have to get some cash out of my right-hand pocket.” She didn’t argue. He stood up, stepping away from the chair. Then she moved behind him, and slid her hand into his right pocket, feeling super junior the last man standing izle his muscular thigh under her fingers, until she found the folded cash. He tingled slightly at the feeling of her hand on his thigh, and the sensation of her standing close to him. She unfolded some bills, left a tip, and then the couple made their way to the register to pay. Karen slipped the change back into his pocket, once again enjoying the feel of his firm thigh muscles. As she stuffed the bills into the bottom of his pocket, she let her hand linger just a second or two, before she withdrew it.

As they left the restaurant, Karen led him toward a small parlor down the hallway that she had noticed. When the had passed it, she noticed a stunning brocade sofa and matching wingback chairs. “There’s a cozy-looking parlor jus down the hall; let’s go sit and talk,” Karen recommended.

Feeling the pressure build in his bladder, David asked her what time it was. “Oh, we still have 45 minutes until we have to be back.”

“Umm…Karen…I…umm…I need to go to the men’s room. You’re going to have to unwrap my hands so I can go to the restroom.”

“Nope, can’t do it” she replied. “You know the rules.”

“Well, yeah, I know the rules…but…I really should have gone before you bandaged my hands. And I really need to find to the restroom. So undo my hands.”

“Nope, no way! If you need to use the restroom, I’ll take you,” Karen teased.

“Well…that does sound inviting,” David teased back, “but, come on, Karen. I’m going to pee my pants before 45 minutes is up. Undo my hands…please.”

Karen changed directions, and led David back toward the direction of restaurant. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to the men’s room.”

“Karen! You can’t take me to the restroom! I have to pee, and I need my hands for that.”

“No you don’t. I’m going to help you. I’m your caregiver, remember.”

David’s face flushed, and he felt his heartbeat accelerate. The thought of Karen’s suggestion aroused him, and he felt his cock swell just a little. He obediently walked along as she led him, as erotic images began to flood his mind.

“I noticed restrooms just down the hall, and there aren’t any meetings going on in that wing, so we’ll go down this way.” Karen continued to lead him, feeling her own skin flush, and noticing a little warmth and wetness between her legs as she imagined herself unzipping David’s fly, and exposing him. “We’re almost there,” she said, her voice sounding sultrier.

As she pushed open the door of the restroom, David noticed the faint smell of disinfectant. Stepping into the restroom, both their hearts were racing. This was a small men’s room in a seldom-used part of the hotel. Only one urinal, one sink, and one toilet.

“Karen,” David said with a hint of hoarseness in his voice, “are you sure you want to do this?” He hoped she did. “I’m completely sure,” Karen purred, as she led him toward the urinal.

“There’s ice in it! David, there’s crushed ice in it!”

Smiling broadly, David replied, “Yeah, it’s an old custom at the Adolphus…they put crushed ice in the urinals. I think it’s an old tradition from the days before air conditioning.”

He felt her fumbling for his zipper. His pulse pounded in his head. Between the urgency of needing to pee, and the feeling of her unzipping his trousers, he was semi-erect.

Karen continued to pull the zipper down its full length. With faintly trembling fingers, she reached into his slacks, and found the opening of his satin boxer shorts. Her fingertips brushed against his curly pubic hair, then felt lower, finding the warm place where his cock met his body. She searched lower, feeling the thickness of his thick member as she did. A faint moan of pleasure came from his throat as she pulled his cock free of the confines of his boxers and into the cool room air. Next, she reached back in and lifted his balls out, too. She admired him, noticing that his balls and cock were hairless.

“Don’t pee yet,” she said barely above a whisper. “I have to point you in the right direction.” David was helpless in the darkness, his bandaged hands uselessly hung to his sides.

“I never helped a man pee before.”

“I never had a woman help me pee before,” he replied. “It’s very…well…it’s a wonderful feeling, Karen.”

Releasing his penis, she put one hand on each of his hips, and guided him so he was squarely facing the urinal. He noticed the echo of his voice changed, as he faced the wall. He could feel the cool air rising off the ice. His mind reeled as he felt her hand lift his semi-rigid member, pointing it toward the urinal.

“Okay, go ahead and pee now,” she said. She could feel his pulse, and then, in a second, the faintest sensations of urine passing through his cock. Karen could feel wetness dripping from herself as she held David’s cock and watched him pee.

The combined sensation of the relief that comes when peeing after too long of a super league the war for football izle delay, and the pleasure of her hand supporting him made him sigh and moan. As he continued to empty himself, he felt her point him in different positions.

“What are you doing?”

“Melting little patterns in the ice.”

He smiled, and rolled his covered and closed eyes at the humor in it. As his bladder drained, he began to feel some disappointment. This had been such a wonderfully erotic moment. Although he had felt timid to begin with, as he felt the stream of pee dwindle to nearly nothing, he now hated the realization that the adventure was nearly at an end.

”Awww. Looks like you’re almost done, David.”

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh.

“Let me shake it for you.”

“What?”

“Well…I know guys shake it when they’re done peeing. Don’t they?”

“Well, yeah, we do…to get the last few drops of pee out.”

Karen wiggled his member a little, and several drops of urine spilled out onto the ice. She was fascinated, and moved her face closer for a better view. She moved her hands to the base of his cock, and slid it toward the tip, in an attempt to drain every last drop from him. She loved the feel of him in her hand, and repeated the action. Feeling her own arousal, she continued to stroke him – her eyes alternating between what was in her hands and the sublime expression on his face.

He began to swell as Karen continued to tug and slowly pump his manhood. They were both aroused as he became fully erect in response to her manipulations. There was an electric silence between them as she very slowly and deliberately fondled him, feeling his heat and stiffness in her grasp.

“Let’s go over here,” she said softly, tugging at his cock as a child would pull on the handle of a wagon. Blindly he followed. He felt the transition between tile and carpeting on the floor. He heard the location of her breathing change as she sat down in front of him, in a small chair in the corner of the small restroom. All the while, she continued holding him in her hand.

Then her hand released his cock, and he felt one of her hands on each of his hips, pulling him forward. He could feel her legs on the sides of his knees. He was now standing between her legs, with his shins lightly brushing against the front of an upholstered chair.

“This is so much better.” Her raspy voice came from the level of his hips, and he could feel hints of her warm breath on his stiff cock. His cock twitched as he burned with anticipation. This was definitely one of the most sensual moments of his life – certainly the most erotic in many years. He felt drops of pre-cum oozing from himself as he submitted to her directions.

Karen was hungry. She stared at the shiny swollen head what oozed that clear thick liquid. The bulging veins of his thick shaft. She admired the hairless wrinkled skin covering his balls, the lack of hair on his cock, and the tufts of dark pubic hair peeking out through the opening of his boxers. It was so long since she had had a man in her mouth. Too long! She missed the thrill of oral sex. Her lust was compounded by that he was in complete control of him. He was blindfolded, and his hands were totally helpless.

She leaned forward, extending her tongue, and captured a drop of pre-cum. God, he tasted good! David twitched at the feeling of the tip of her warm tongue touching him. “Mmmm…you taste delicious”, Karen softly purred, as she savored the tasty droplet on her tongue. She grasped his hips, opened her mouth, and engulfed him. David gasped with pleasure as he felt her steamy- warm mouth envelop his cock. Her lips made a seal around his stiff rod. Karen moved her head, sliding him slowly in and out of her mouth. She took him deeply into her, her nose being tickled by his pubic hairs. Feeling his pulse in her mouth thrilled her. She felt her own wetness dripping lazily down her inner thighs. She loved the taste of cock, and David tasted scrumptious to her. She was greedy for more of him.

Karen moved her head back slowly, until her upper teeth came to the sulcus at the base of where the head of his penis joins the shaft. As her lips wrapped around him, she tongued the tiny hole, tasting the pre-cum as she did. She looked up while she pulled at him with her mouth, to watch the sublime expression on his face. Keeping only the head of his cock in her mouth, she began to massage his balls, delighting herself in pleasing him.

While continuing to fondle his testicles, she withdrew her mouth. “David…I want you to do something for me, OK?”

“What’s that?” he answered, feeling weak in his knees.

She licked the sides of his shaft before answering. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Mmmmm…with pleasure,” he replied.

With that, she took him in her mouth again, and cupped his buns in her hands. She sucked as she slid her mouth up and down along his shaft. She savored it all. His taste. The smell of his sex. The sounds of his obvious pleasure. Up and down. She fucked him with her mouth. Taking all of him into her mouth, until he touched the back of her throat and her nose nestled in his pubic hairs…and then back out again, until only the tip remained in her mouth. She began with a slow rhythm, and gradually bobbed her head faster and faster. His breathing became shallower and her hands felt the muscles of his butt begin to tighten. He was thrusting his hips to meet her mouth as she went down on him.

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Man, I think I am the freakiest brother on the planet. And I am proud of it. The name is Richard Mont-Premier. A big and tall young Black man living in the City of Nepean, somewhere in the Ontario Province. The Capital Region of Canada is the most boring place on the planet but I’m trying to liven it up a little. That’s why I am chasing the pretty Black ladies all over the place. When I’m not working as a security guard at the Mall or attending Carleton University, I chase pussy. Make that Black pussy. Simply because it rocks. Is that cool?

Right now, I’m boning this sexy Haitian mama named Lucy Jean-Pierre. We ran into each other inside the campus library of the University of Ottawa. She is one of the newest professors in the Faculty of Engineering. This lady is smart, sexy and quite talented. I respect that about her. Truth be told, I also love her booty. And I haven’t been able to forget her. I’ve got a thing for tall, chubby Black chicks with big tits and big butts. Luckily, they seem to go for me. I’m not bad-looking if I do say so. Born to a Haitian father and Columbian mother, I have the best of both worlds. People say I look like Will Smith, only a bit lighter. I like the sound of that and thank my folks for my blessings. The kind of good looks that make ladies of all races notice me. I have a preference for Black ladies. And they like me!

A lot of Black guys in the City of Ottawa have a thing for white chicks. Actually, make that fat white chicks. Not me. I love Black women. I don’t know if it’s something in the water around Ottawa. The Black ladies I meet in this City are something the glory izle else. They’re extremely hot. And I’ve traveled all over the world. My mother Cecilia Lopez is a Diplomat with the Embassy of Columbia in downtown Ottawa. I’ve been to South Africa, Brazil, the United States of America, France, Nigeria, the United Arab Emirates and many other places. And I’ve seen women of all hues. Black women are my standard of beauty. Why? They’re simply hot in my eyes. And lately, I think I have a thing for mature Haitian ladies. They’re sensual, hot, smart and strong. Each and every last one of them carries herself like a strong woman regardless of where she is or what she is doing. How can you not love that?

Where was I? Oh, yeah. I was telling you folks about my adventures around the City of Ottawa. I met Lucy and we hooked up in her campus apartment a mere half an hour after we were introduced. Am I good or what? I laid Lucy on her king-sized bed, spread her big legs and went muff diving. Folks, I’ve got my muff diving license. And I renew it as often as I can. I licked and fingered Lucy’s pussy like there was no tomorrow. The sexy Haitian chick moaned in pleasure as I went to work on her. I love the sound of a woman being pleasured, folks. Nothing quite like it in the entire fucking universe. Trust me when I tell you this, guys. I kind of know what in hell I am talking about. Especially when the subject is Black pussy.

After fucking Lucy’s pussy with my fingers and tongue for a while, I was ready for round two. Especially since I made her cum at least twice by my own the heartthrob tv changed he didnt izle estimate. Either that or she’s really good at faking it. Whatever. I stroked my cock and urged Lucy to show it some love. Lucy licked her lips at the sight of my eight-inch, uncircumcised Black dick. Without a word she knelt before me and took my dick into her mouth. I closed my eyes as the gorgeous, dark-skinned Haitian mama sucked my cock. Lucy put her big, sexy lips to good use as she sucked my dick. She flicked her tongue over my big hairy balls as she sucked my dick. While sucking my cock, she fingered my asshole. I kind of liked that. Any kind of anal play is okay by me.

Last weekend, I had a lot of fun with a gorgeous woman from the African nation of Djibouti. Her name was Farah Mahdi. This thirty-something African goddess is a far cry from the conservative image that most of us Black Canadians have of Muslim women from Africa. Farah was into BDSM and she is openly bisexual. How about that? And this gorgeous Djibouti lady gave me a crash course in Black female domination. Yes, Black women from the Muslim world can be dominant too. And Farah showed me exactly how. How did she do that? Man, I wish I had more time to tell you about this tryst in all the details. Suffice to say that Farah rocked my world. And after fucking me in the ass with her strap-on dildo while I was tied up, she left me pleasurably sore in funny places. Hey, I am a kinky guy who will try almost anything. Do you feel me? Cool.

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Lucy screamed as my hot cum flooded her asshole. And she unexpectedly farted. I laughed at that and told her she was a wonderful slut. The sexy Haitian MILF laughed as well. I squeezed my dick out of her now gaping asshole. Then I spat inside her asshole. Lucy told me I was the freakiest guy she’d ever met. Well, I think she might be right. Nevertheless I made her suck my dick clean, then we took a shower together. That’s how we became fuck buddies. Whenever I feel horny, I swing by the University of Ottawa and teach Professor Lucy a thing or two. And she’s always happy with her lessons during our intensely erotic sessions.

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The sunlight filters through the curtains as I stretch and open one eye. Groaning at the unwanted intrusion, I sit up and rub my eyes, casting a glance at you lying next to me…still sleeping—looking so peaceful and boyish. Faintly I smile, remembering the passion of the night before, knowing how deep our desire pulled us…together…spiraling… toward a climax we could only know with each other.

Slipping from the bed, taking care not to wake you, I softly pad out of the room and downstairs. I start a pot of coffee and walk out to the patio. It’s such a lovely sunny spring day. I inhale the aroma of freshly mowed grass and feel wonderfully content.

Suddenly I feel your arms come around my waist and it makes me a moment of thought to make me smile. You turn me around as gaze deep into my eyes, the black clouds of last night’s passion replaced by the twinkling eyes I love so much.

We stand there together, your arms holding me close, resting underneath my breasts…your head resting atop mine…just watching the sunrise together. Slowly you turn me around to face you…caressing my face with your palms…trailing your fingertips over my lips to part them slightly. Leaning into me, you slide the tip of your tongue across my lips…nibbling lightly…smiling…easing your tongue inside to touch mine.

Slowly and gently twisting your tongue with mine…moaning softly as you pull me close, pressing your body up against me, your arms circling my waist…moving up my back and then down again to cup my buttocks.

You break the kiss, tenderly picking me up in your arms and carry me back upstairs.

After you set me gently onto the bed, you untie my robe…parting it and slowly pulling it from my shoulders. Your head dips to press soft kisses along my creamy the ark izle shoulders, my long neck, and down the valley between my breasts. Arching my back and moaning softly, I wind my fingers into your hair…pulling you toward my nipples, now straining for your touch.

You cup my breast, squeezing it gently before lowering your lips to my nipple. Taking it between your teeth…nibbling…slowly teasing…erotically sending sensations through my body. The heat begins to soar between my legs and becomes so intense my juices rapidly flow.

You notice my eyes closed, my face flushed with pleasure, and you whisper to me, “Open your eyes and watch me.”

I do as I’m told, locking my gaze with yours as you bend to my straining nipple again…it drives me wild…my fingers passionately coursing through your hair, my body arching toward you.

Very slowly, you let your fingertips travel downward, over my torso down to my navel…following with little kisses…gliding your tongue along my skin…dipping your tongue into my navel, swirling it around…your hands sliding across my waist and hips.

My body shudders as your lips follow your hands. Your tongue is wet on my hot skin…moving toward the source of my heat. Gently you part my labia lips, sliding a finger between them…teasing me…taunting me. You know the effect you’re having on me…knowing how much I love you. You graze your thumb over my swollen nub of my clitoris, stroking it and making it harder, making it throb with lusty desire.

I rock my hips toward you as you slide that finger into my wetness, probing deeper until it is all the way inside me. My body quivers and shakes as you bring me to climax, my juices flooding your finger.

You whisper lovingly…”Yes, the catch izle baby…cum for me.” You know I am spiraling out of control, you bend down and touch the tip of your tongue lightly to my swollen clit…causing me to jump and squeal with delight.

A smile appears on your face as you work your finger slowly in and out of my hot wet pussy. Then you probe my anal sphincter…gently…before just barely sliding it in. I purr from low in my throat now as I ride your finger to another earth shattering climax.

Pulling your finger from my anus, you lower your mouth to my dripping wet pussy…licking slowly along my slit…capturing all of the sweetness I have made for you. When you’ve cleaned me thoroughly, you slide up my body and lower your lips to mine, dropping some of my juices into my mouth…letting me taste what you do to me. How hot you make me feel.

My body is alive with passion as I rock against you, feeling your hardness against my pubic mound now…probing the opening ever so gently. You position yourself over me, my knees at your shoulders…slowly sliding the tip of your shaft along my slit…teasing…causing my juices to pour forth again…flooding around your cock and balls.

You groan and slide your cock deep inside me, one long, smooth thrust. Then, holding still for a moment, relishing the sensations of pleasure coursing through our bodies. You begin to move slowly now …gently…sliding in and out so easily…watching me as I meet your every thrust. Slipping your hands under my ass, you pull my pussy closer. You are moving faster now. Every moan you hear form me only intensifies your desire for me.

Soon you are slamming your cock into me with wild abandon…as if you can never get enough…groaning the chemistry of death izle as my pussy tightens around your cock, gripping you, not letting you go. My hands grip the headboard on the bed. Moaning louder now…my breasts bounce to their fullest length as you pound into my pussy as if your life depends on it.

I scream out your name as my pussy tightens around your cock like a glove, feeling the rush of juices over you, holding your cock still now…letting me ride my climax to its fullest extent.

As I spiral back to earth, I can feel your cock throbbing inside me…knowing you are about to cum, I want to do something totally erotic and send your orgasm to a greater height. I wrap my legs around your hips, locking them at the ankles. I pull you close to me and kiss you passionately, lovingly, and then whisper into your ear that I want to taste you.

You slowly withdraw your cock from my pussy and move your body around so I can slip it into my mouth. Sucking the head of your cock, I tickle the underside of your balls with my fingertips…I know it drives you wild. I want your climax to be as intense for you as mine was. You begin to thrust wildly into my mouth. Faster and faster…deeper… harder…watching intently as your cock disappears between my full pink lips. It strains against the back of my throat, and fight back the sensation to cough or gag.

With a loud groan and one deep thrust, your cum fills my mouth…sliding down my throat. There is so much of it that some trickles out and over my lips. I hold you deep in my mouth until the last of your cum has emptied. Giving you one last loving lick, I take your cock out of my mouth and seductively lick the escaped cum from my lips.

Grinning at you, I rise up into your arms and kiss you again with passion, sharing with you the flavors you have left on my tongue. You wind your arms around me, my head against your chest, listening to our hearts beat, gradually slowing. I sigh in contentment and close my eyes.

We lie there for a long while until the both of us drift off into a satisfied sleep.

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“Why down here?” Susan asked as I led her downstairs towards the basement shortly after she’d arrived home.

“Because, I made a special little place up for us for one thing. But for another, just in case someone does come in, or come home unexpectedly, we have a quick way out, or rather I do anyway,” I said grinning at her. “You might get away with being partially undressed being that this is your home, but I think someone coming in and finding me in a likewise state, might raise more than just a few eyebrows.”

“Like a few cocks you mean?” Susan said snickering. “Especially knowing Jared’s friends, I bet you would too!”

“Yeah well…which is why it’s better to be safe than sorry. And besides, like I said, I fixed up a cozy naughty little place for us to play in.”

There was a door leading up from the new downstairs den to the outside up a short flight of steps. I had used the reasoning behind coming down here as this room did have a door which I could quickly, and easily slip out of if I needed to. I had also chosen it as a place for us to have fun in because of all the large comfy cushions and soft pliable beanbag like chairs we could also use. All of which I had carefully arranged in order to keep Susan facing in one direction, and me in another.

It was the one aspect of Jared’s scheme I still wasn’t all that comfortable with.

Bill had been remodeling the new family den for quite some time now in his spare time. And though he’d most recently finished it, he hadn’t as yet started in on the small attached bathroom. It was still nothing more than a tiny little room with no fixtures having been installed within in yet. That’s where Jared had proposed he would be, hiding inside the room, peering around the corner at us, spying on us. As long as I kept Susan facing in the opposite direction, which I intended to do with the way I had arranged things, Jared could in a reasonably safe fashion, watch us from his hiding place without Susan’s even being aware he was there.

The problem with that was, anything could happen. If he sneezed, coughed, accidentally bumped into the wall, or did anything stupid, we’d be found out, and then there would no doubt be hell to pay, all the way around. He’d assured me half a dozen times as he showed me what he’d intended, and where he would be, that he’d be quiet as a mouse, and that his mother would never know he was ever there.

The truth was, I hadn’t liked it when he’d told me about it in the beginning. Susan was my very best and dearest friend. As much as I wanted to establish some level of trust with Jared, I also didn’t want to betray my trust with my best friend either.

I was walking a very thin line here, and it was one I could have very easily fallen off of.

I had glanced worriedly several times towards the unfinished bathroom, so far…I couldn’t detect that Jared was actually standing inside there, actually wondering for a moment if he had perhaps decided against doing so. After we had both gotten undressed, as I’d expected, and as Susan had initially suggested, we sat down in front of one another, legs spread, crossing over one another. Susan’s back facing towards the vacant bathroom. She had always enjoyed masturbation, perhaps more than most even, and so included that aspect of her sexuality in almost everything she ever did. And this was to be no exception.

She had told me a few days ago how she had recently purchased a new toy, one that we could both use simultaneously. She’d been anxious to try it out, and as she had soon after convinced me, so was I. It was a lot like a double-ended dildo, connecting the two of us together, stiff well enough, though still flexible for comfort and ease of movement, but also working as a vibrator simultaneously too. We’d be experiencing the same sensations together simultaneously as she turned it on to the lowest setting. The life-like looking toy, thick veined now inserted inside each of us as we sat there, legs crossing over one another with the obscene toy bridging the pussy gap between us.

“Feels nice doesn’t it?” she asked sitting there grinning at me as I sat there grinning back. Truth was, it did. But I passed part of that off on the fact I was highly aroused anyway, and even a vibrating toothbrush on my clit would have felt good at the moment. The fact that there was an element of danger seemed to heighten the intensity of all this too, especially when I got the first indication that Jared was indeed standing back inside the vacant little room he was in. Glancing up looking over Susan’s shoulder as we sat there, I saw the first indication of his head just then peeking around the corner looking in at us. Once again, I began to rethink my reasoning here, but it was too late for that now, not with Susan and I sitting there connected to her vibrating toy, Jared behind us standing there in the semi-darkness, no doubt fondling himself as he did so.

Admittedly, it was nice, and I was becoming more and more aroused as the exchange izle we continued to sit there facing one another, moving only slightly. Even that I found pleasurable, the slight adjustments we made, did…causing the toy as it rotated, vibrated, and thrust of its own accord, even without our help into us both simultaneously was really quite pleasurable. In addition to that, it was also nice to be able to reach out, sitting there as we caressed and fondled one another’s breasts. I did enjoy the sensation of Susan’s much larger breasts, her firm erect nipples with tips that were as thick as gumdrops, though much harder as I sat their toying and playing with them, just as she did to mine.

And as we did that, I stole quick fleeting glances up and over her shoulder towards the room. Jared himself quite obviously enjoying it as he watched us, sneakily exposing his manhood to me as he allowed it to be seen, the blue panties I had prepared for him once again draped over the end of his prick as he stood there caressing himself with them, watching us. Even that was making me hot. Images of my own husband as I stood there watching him, Susan’s sharing of her own encounters with Bill, and then my own most recent experiences with Jared, in particular that very morning. I could feel the intensity of my arousal, passion, horniness…escalating rapidly.

Susan and I were both already nearing fever pitch when she decided it was time to do something else, not yet wishing to climax, though I myself was already hovering on the edge.

“I need to lick you…taste you,” she told me actually licking her own lips as though she was. “How would you like it? Side by side? Sixty-nine? On top? On bottom? Selfish?”

“Selfish,” I said grinning at her, though I knew by the look on her face, that’s what she wanted to do anyway. We both enjoyed that, feeling it, as much as doing it. She pushed me onto my back where I comfortably positioned myself, head slightly raised so I could look down and watch her as she ate me. More importantly however, I also had a clear and unobstructed view back towards the bathroom where Jared stood. Inserting an entirely different toy into herself, she turned it on. I could hear it as it hummed pleasurably away inside her as Susan stretched out her legs behind her, now lying between my legs, her face only inches away.

“Two cums…and then me,” she said winking, laughing, obviously aroused and highly excited.

“I might not make it two cums individually,” I told her. “I’m so fucking horny now, I might cum the moment you stick your tongue on me, and then cum again the moment you lick me even then!”

“Make it three then,” she giggled, and then leaned forward just barely brushing the tip of her tongue up the wet glistening furrow of my sex. I nearly did cum too, as excited as I was, though I somehow managed to hold off, regaining control of myself as Susan’s tongue now began to work its magic on me.

As she began doing that, I looked up and watched as Jared stepped a bit more boldly, a bit more daringly into view. I knew he could see easily enough from his previous vantage point, almost cursing him for his daring exposure, though I was likewise grateful for it too. He now stood there, still back well enough he could duck in an instant, yet now fully revealed as he stood there fisting and stroking his rigidly hard cock, his mothers panties, soaked through with my own cunt juice, once again sliding up and down along the sides of his shaft as he stood there milking himself.

“Fuck your cunts wet and juicy!” She exclaimed. “More so than the other night!” she then added as she tickled my clit with her tongue, her finger sliding in and out of me with a nice smooth rapidity that soon had me pouring out even more of my essence than it was already. “Oh yeah! Yeah! Listen to this!” She now added, and proceeded to finger-fuck me in such a way that neither of us could fail to hear the sloppy-wet sounds my cunt began making. As she did so, I knew that Jared too could easily hear them, stopping briefly as he removed his mother’s panties from his cock, now placing them against his face, sucking the crotch, which I knew contained my aroma, my spending as he sucked them into his mouth, his hand once again furiously pumping his cock as I lay there watching him pleasuring himself.

If I thought all, or any of this was decadently wicked before, it had gone well beyond that now. I was more than a bit nervous that Jared had so fully exposed himself, though I was well prepared to reach down and shove Susan’s face into my pussy if I had to, to keep her from accidentally looking up, turning around. Short of Jared doing anything really stupid, crying out perhaps then he would remain as undiscovered, though it still made me nervous to see him standing there so openly, even if it was damn fucking erotic!

When Susan lifted her face away from my wet juicy crotch, I nearly did just that. Seeing her the family pile izle movement however, Jared too immediately disappeared back into the shadows. Looking down I now watched as she cupped one of her magnificent breasts, feeding it to my pussy. This I had never done, or felt before. Grinning, Susan began rubbing my pussy, in particular my clit with her breast. It looked obscene, and felt wonderful. I groaned deeply as she mashed her breast even more fully against my lips, in effect kissing them, and then tit-fucking me as she continued rubbing her breast, her nipple up and down, back and forth against my still oozing cunt.

Just the idea alone of her doing that to me triggered the first of my three explosive orgasms.

I have never considered myself to be a “squirter” really, I’ve gotten very wet, extremely wet in that sense perhaps, enough so that I did indeed leak out a substantial amount of slick lubrication when I climaxed, but this…was far beyond anything I had ever done before. I know it had to have been a combination of everything that was going on at the moment. The feel of my best friend’s breasts as she literally fucked me with it, driving those fat thick nipples up my split, they way she teased my clit with them driving me insane. Jared…standing there so provocatively, his prick perhaps harder, stiffer and longer than I remembered seeing it, his mother’s sheer panties once again draped around it as he stood there, hands free now teasing me with the vision of it. I watched as his prick bounced up and down, using only muscle control in order to do so as the panties still clinging to them waved back and forth erotically as he did that.

“Fuck!” Susan squealed out in delight, feeling the copious discharge of my feminine juices as they bathed her breast, soaking it in the rich frothy cream. “That’s one!” she said diving back towards my pussy, her lips immediately wrapping around and about my blood engorged clit. I was barely coming down from my first orgasm when the second one hit me as she did that. I screamed out at the top of my lungs, taken by surprise by the intensity of the sensation as she sucked, and now held my clit within her mouth, vibrating it with her tongue.

I know it was my unexpected scream of delight that not only startled myself as well as Susan, but it had also caught Jared by surprise as well. I’d watched the panties on his cock do a rather amazing summersault as they flipped upwards into the air, he had jumped, stepping back into the shadows upon hearing me cry out. Startled, perhaps worried that there’d been some inadvertent movement or discovery. I watched the panties hit the floor as Jared disappeared, soon after realizing he’d left them behind, reaching out from the darkness with his hand in order to retrieve them. He bumped the wall with his shoulder when he did. A small sound, hardly a sound at all, but it was out of place and I’d heard it clearly myself.

“Ready for number three?” Susan said looking up at me again, her face smeared with my pearly essence.

“Not yet, in a minute,” I informed her. “Time for you to have two at least, then we’ll switch off again.”

There was very little that Susan and I hadn’t shared with one another over the years we had known one another. We’d gotten comfortable enough in time to have shared many secrets, admitted and confessed to several kinky little quirks we very often thought of or entertained. Neither one of us was judgmental about them for one thing, and I often found some of the things Susan shared with me to be very erotic and highly sensual, even if I might not ever actually entertain doing them myself.

One of those…for Susan, was getting toe fucked. A quirky little kink perhaps, but she had told me a while back how the turn on of doing that never failed to send her head spinning. Bill had done it once, found no real pleasure in it for one thing, and hadn’t done it for her since. Wanting to keep her attention and senses focused on me, and nowhere else, I pushed her onto her back on the pillows with her the top of her head facing towards the unfinished bathroom. Jared for the moment, remained out of sight, no doubt collecting himself, and perhaps scared shitless after the near blunder he’d just made moments ago.

I saw the surprised, curious look in Susan’s face as I stretched myself out in front of her.

“Scoot back a little in the chair,” I told her, which she did. “Now…spread yourself wider for me…wider,” I said eyeing her though I caught movement back in the shadows as I told her to do that. “Good. Now…spread your pussy apart with your fingers, yes…that’s it, just like that.”

I now placed my foot, though more specifically my toes at the opening of her sex. As a child, I’d always been fairly flexible with my toes. I had made a game of running about picking things up with them, and had for a while actually gotten good enough at doing so that I could print out my own the first lady izle name reasonably well with a pen or pencil. Realizing what I was about to do, I saw Susan’s face light up in pure bliss, my toes now spreading, reaching out and literally clasping her exposed clit between them as I began rubbing them back and forth against her, catching, releasing, and then catching her clit once again between my toes. Susan gasped audibly with delight, calling out.

“Oh Jen! Jen! That feels so fucking wicked!” She cried out. “Yes baby yes! Fuck me with your toes!” She now added.

That brought Jared out once again, though it was only his head that peered around the corner, now being a bit more cautious perhaps than he had been, obviously still a bit nervous, worried at his near disaster.

I now inserted my toes inside Susan’s wet slippery cunt, still holding herself open, she helped to guide them as they entered her. Once inside, she now closed her legs, trapping them in as she worked herself on my feet. I could feel the inner contractions of her pussy as she milked them, essentially masturbating herself with my toes trapped inside. I now added a bit of my own movement to hers, now fucking her as she closed her eyes, reveling in the exotic sensation as her first orgasm now rapidly approached.

“Don’t stop! For gods sakes Jen, don’t fucking stop!”

I didn’t, feeling her climax seconds later, the contractions of her pussy gripping my toes like a hand, her audible cry of release as she did that. Looking up, just in time to see Jared once again plastering the panties to his face, his cock bobbing up and down, and then suddenly spunking. I was surprised to watch it spurt, his hands still up around his face as his cock lurched, the first streamer of his semen clearly visual as it shot from the tip of his prick in a long thick rope easily surpassing three or four feet hitting the opposite side of the wall. I watched another, and then another quickly follow, his cock tossing sperm ropes one after the other.

“Fuck that felt good!” Susan said now finally releasing me. Having heard that, Jared once again passed back into the shadows.

“Ready for number two?” I now asked nervously relieved that he had, once again pushing her onto her back, this time inching forward, my hands already reaching up to capture and fondle her breasts as my mouth came into contact with her neither lips.

“More than,” she moaned laying back once again spreading her legs for me, allowing me easier access to her wet glistening cunt.

**

Minutes later, I sucked the second climax out of Susan’s pussy. We lay for the longest time just trying to collect ourselves and catch our breaths. Eventually Susan sat up.

“Damn!”

“What?”

“There’s another toy I want us to use and try out,” she informed me. “But I left it upstairs! Might take me a moment to find it, and clean it off…but I think you’ll enjoy it,” she stated. “Be right back!”

She stood up, and then headed up the stairs still naked. The moment I heard the door to the basement open and then close, I looked back towards the still darkened bathroom calling out Jared’s name, just loud enough for him to have heard me.

“Jared?”

He stepped out into the light the moment I did so.

“You scared the hell out of me!” I told him a second later. “If I heard that…”

“I know…I’m sorry, won’t happen again. But…fuck watching you two is hot!”

He made me laugh at that, “Well…to be perfectly honest, having watched you has been pretty fucking hot too, though I’m still not so sure this was a very good idea, just remember your promise to me!” I reminded him.

He nodded his head, and then worried me a bit more as he came all the way into the room, both of us on edge, listening for the slightest sound that would tell us that his mother was on her way back.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Lick my dick, it still has a little cum on it,” he told me. “Please Jen, please. Let me feel your lips on my shaft, sucking and licking it, something else besides my own hand for a moment at least!”

Against my better judgment, I quickly did so, mouthing is already stiff shaft which I was willing to bet, hadn’t softened one iota since his own climax only a short time ago. And admittedly it felt nice, sucking his hard stiff prick, running my tongue over and around the fat spongy head as he ran his hands through my hair, momentarily fucking my face.

“Ok there,” I told him making him step back. “She should be back any moment now.”

He didn’t immediately turn and head back however, making me a little nervous as I once again glanced over my shoulder towards the stairs listening.

“Jen? One more small tiny little favor?” He now asked.

His favors weren’t so small, and they were making me even more nervous, but I asked anyway. “What?”

He stepped forward again, his hand fisting his cock, I saw a large dollop of precum suddenly emerge from the tip. Before I realized his intent, or even what it was he wanted me to do, he placed his prick against my breast, smearing his essence around and about it, quickly squeezing out another and then doing the same to my other breast. I looked up at him questioningly.

“Make her kiss them,” he told me. “Suck them a little…please?”

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Mark picked up the remote control that was on the end table by the couch and turned on the stereo to some soft rock music, the volume down low. He slid his hands beneath her shirt and caressed her breasts, his palms rubbing gently over her hardened nipples, which were evident through the thin fabric of her black lace bra. Carol sat back and took off her shirt and bra, then stood and slid her mini skirt and stockings off after kicking off her black leather pumps. She sat back down, wearing only her black lacy thong panties. Mark smiled that wicked little sexy smile that first attracted Carol to him and she knew that he wanted to go to the bedroom. He stood up and held his hand out to her. She put her hand in his and they went to the bedroom after he picked up her clothes for her.

They went in his room and he put her clothes on the dresser. She sat on his bed, where she had sat many times before, and watched him undress. When he was down to just his red boxers, he sat on the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply and passionately, his tongue caressing hers and his hands sliding all over her body, cupping her breasts and slipping down between her legs to caress her intimately. His fingers slid beneath the band of her thongs to slip into her damp folds of woman flesh, which were completely shaved, just the way he liked it. Mark looked into her eyes and said, “I love you so very much, Carol. Spend the night with me, baby, please?”

She nodded and said, “Oh Mark, my lover, my soulmate, you don’t have to ask me to stay. You know I will if you bring me here.” Mark smiled and kissed her again.

He removed his underwear and then slid hers off of her as well, so they star trek strange new worlds izle were both completely naked. He laid on the bed and pulled her to lay with him. He caressed her soft silky skin, which carried the soft scent of jasmine and musky femininity. That scent alone always drove him wild with desire for her, to feel her caress him intimately and feel her body wrapped around his as they made love. He knelt between her legs and began to lick her and caress her with his fingers and tongue, licking the dew that was gathering on her flesh.

He growled softly and licked his lips, tasting her sweetness on his lips. His fingers plunged into her wetness and he began making love with his hand as his tongue did its magic on her clit. She reached down and put her hands in his hair, massaging his scalp as he licked her down there, and gently pressed his face into her more. She tensed up and he felt her muscles tighten around his fingers as she reached her orgasm. Her juices flowed over his hand and tongue, and he greedily licked them up.

After he licked her clean, he sat up on the bed beside her and she began caressing his limp shaft, licking and stroking it, and watching it “grow” before her very eyes to its full, hard nine inch length. She licked off the droplets of moisture gathered at the head and then took him into her mouth as much as she could, which was about only half of him without gagging, and caressed him with her tongue and hands, stroking him from tip to balls and back up again. Within moments, he was climaxing into her mouth, his cum coating her tongue and dripping off of her chin onto her chest. star wars andor izle “Ohhhhh baby, that is so good! You have a magic touch, my love.” he said huskily as she laid beside him on the bed.

She smiled and said, “You do too, dear. I love your magic tongue and fingers when they work their magic on my body.” She kissed him then laid her head on his shoulder, her right arm draped across his chest as they rested for a few moments before they made love.

After about fifteen minutes of resting and talking, Mark moved between Carol’s legs and slowly entered her. He made love to her slowly, enjoying the feelings that he was producing in her body. Her arms were up on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she whispered his name over and over again. Her legs were raised up and bent at the knees as he made love to her. He suckled on her breasts, one then the other as she met his thrusts with her hips as he sped up, moving within her harder, deeper and faster. He felt her muscles tighten around his shaft as her orgasm hit hard, her fingers sunk into his shoulders hard as she squeezed his shaft, coaxing forth his own release, which came within seconds, his hot semen shooting deep inside her pussy, pulsing and throbbing within her as she screamed his name when another climax hit her.

“Oh my God, Mark! That was totally incredible, baby! Mmmmmmmmm, you are soooo wonderful! I love you so very much darling!” she said breathlessly as he collapsed on top of her, his weight supported on his elbows.

“I love you just as much, my dear, if not more! You are wonderful as well, baby.” he said as he withdrew from her and laid beside star wars visions izle her on the bed, pulling her to him as he pulled a blanket up over them. Carol tried to hide a yawn with her hand, but Mark saw it. “Aww, is my baby getting sleepy now?” he asked tenderly. She nodded, and yawned again. He got up from the bed and went to lock the front door and turn off the stereo and lights, then came back into the bedroom and closed the door before getting back in bed. “Go to sleep, dearest. You aren’t going anywhere tonight. Good night, baby.” he said softly.

She smiled sleepily at him and said, “Good night darling, and thank you for having me spend the night with you tonight.” She snuggled closer to him as he put his arm around her and held her close, then they both fell asleep for a few hours before Mark woke her up to make love again during the night.

The next morning, Mark woke up before Carol did, and went to make breakfast. He let her sleep as he cooked eggs, bacon and toast for her, with coffee and fresh orange juice for her to drink. When he carried the breakfast tray into the bedroom, she was sitting up on the bed, petting Bruno. The dog was on her side of the bed with his front paws and his head on her lap, his tongue lolling out as she scratched his ears for him. Mark smiled and said gently, “Bruno, out now.” The dog immediately got off the bed and went out the door to the kitchen, where his food was waiting for him. Mark placed the tray over Carol’s legs and sat beside her. “I thought you might enjoy breakfast in bed this morning, my dear. You had a very busy night last night.” he said with a chuckle.

She smiled and said, “Well, a certain gentleman seemed to have an equally busy night, if I remember correctly. Would you like to share my meal with me, dear?”

He shook his head and said, “I ate while I was cooking your breakfast, baby. I wanted to let you sleep a bit longer this morning, but I guess Bruno didn’t let you, did he?”

She smiled and said, “Bruno woke me gently with a few licks on my hand, but that’s ok, dear. I didn’t mind it, really.”

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Lois was either totally crazy, or completely, utterly sane and in full control of this incredible moment: she was not at all certain which, and had some time ago abandoned the debate.

Bare-footed, she padded silently down the dim, carpeted hallway. She wore only the short terry robe borrowed from her hostess and oldest friend, Jeannie. Its texture generated the most delicious sensations in her nipples as her breasts swayed back and forth. If only she were at home she’d have her nice silk robe instead – the thought was utterly inane: were she at home she’d certainly not be off on this clandestine nocturnal expedition!

Harold’s bedroom door was wide open, streaming moonlight into the hall. He was Jeannie’s nephew. Lois halted in the darkness just short of the door, leaned against the wall, her heart thumping. The basics were simple enough – she and he were Jeannie’s house- and party-guests, theirs just an accidental meeting.

Which helped not at all with the question, What to do next?

Self-doubt swooshed through her again and she took inventory for the Nth time this evening: the overriding concern was a pair of small numbers – him thirty-one to her seventy-four. But more detail – first, things physical ––- five-five, 121 pounds, quite reasonably distributed, all her own teeth and them attractive; all her own hair (silver-gray but short, cute, and it still pretty thick); able to run (slowly) five miles nonstop. A good couple of sets of tennis in her, any day. The only thing in excess, really, was years. Far too many of those – but of course, the alternative wasn’t very enticing, was it?

Second – and perhaps more important, came things mental, especially emotional. Too many years and, perhaps, inhibitions? Too many utterly dry years, that was certain. She carried twice his plus a handful to spare! What the hell did she have to offer him? Certainly society at large would (at least “officially”) find this whole rendezvous patently ridiculous! But very clearly not so to him, for she could read it in his face, mirabel dictu! How hard was THAT to believe?

So how had they come to this? How the devil had she gotten here?

They had hit it off extremely well, true kindred souls. In their first ten minutes they ascended (or descended, whichever!) into the third and fourth-order puns that both were addicted to, interlarded with layer after layer of innuendo, mostly sexual and all buried within the context of very interesting conversations about ‘serious’ (whatever that meant) topics. They volleyed converstion back and forth at a speed that left others completely out of their private loop. It had been decades since she’d stretched her mind that way, she was delighted – and the fact he was so unafraid, even willing (almost eager!) to be physically attracted to her despite their different ages was mind-bogglingly gratifying. As were the occasional envious glances she’d intercepted from other singleton women party-guests as she monopolized him.

Maybe thirty years in the gym was going to pay off after all?

At any rate, Lois found Harold fascinating intellectually, and attractive (very!) physically – a runner’s body, scientist’s mind. Attractive, too, in the way he studied her face as she spoke, the way he actually listened and heard – as if he had a woman’s ability to read faces and body nuances – most disconcerting in a male although nice once she got accustomed to it.

So – answering her own question yet again, certainly she had something to offer him between the ears. But physically, what? With him in the prime of male life and her with this antique body? What she really needed was one of those sci-fi temporal dislocations! Gravity had won about 80% of the battle with her boobs – no possible attraction there, was there? At least she could find one plus, although even it had to be expressed as a negative – she had no real pot-belly (having avoided childbirth helped), and no droopy-drawers butt, no turkey-wattles flapping about.

And physical lovemaking? Rusty was an understatement. No partnered sex-life since her husband died – and they’d been celibate (his decision, not hers!) for years before that. How long ago, her last actual lovemaking session? Or, if not lovemaking, at least a good solid fuck? She hated to think of it, but the dry spell was longer now than Harold had been alive! Good GOD! No love-life – but then, it had been far easier to surrender to that condition than fight it. When young she had been powerfully sensuous, quickly dried up by her unfortunate marriage.

Since about her fiftieth birthday her solace had been a strange thing – well out of menopause, she noticed with dismay and distaste the way her pubic thatch was thinning and spreading sideways, and in a fit of some un-recallable emotion she shaved her crotch completely. The whole slippery process, razor-steel slithering so close to clit, fingers grabbing and tugging and slipping, turned out to be incredibly erotic and brought her off in a most unexpected but delightful fashion. Ever since, twice or thrice weekly she would discover stubble, and indulge the chestnut man izle herself. Some sex-life, she berated herself mercilessly in the few seconds left to her before the assigned time.

Getting from the party to the present, the here-and-now? Ninety minutes ago: eleven thirty, party going full-tilt, maybe twenty people in the house. She and Harold had dropped into one of those momentary lacunae in any party’s conversation and turmoil, alone and out of earshot. In that private moment, he had seriously rattled her with a look – from very close – that seemed to go in through her eyes and finished embedded in her lower abdomen. His hand on her wrist was indulging in anything but casual contact, the touch almost incandescent.

Quietly but clearly, leaving no possibility for misunderstanding, he said “If you’d care to join me in my room I’ll be up for you. Exactly zero one hundred. My door will be open. If you wish. I’d like it very much.”

Without waiting for her answer, his expression almost but not quite presuming acquiescence, he turned and vanished, leaving behind something akin to a vacuum, a wake that sucked her breath away and left her speechless. And down in her pussy a great surge, a literal jet of moisture, the sensations exactly the same, and every bit as intense, as if she’d bitten into a lemon and her salivary glands had exploded. Such a thing had never, ever occurred before. Never! And besides that, women her age weren’t supposed to be capable of self-lubrication – much less of soaking their panties with it!

She had known instantly, watching Harold’s legs disappear up the stairs, that she would debate with herself at some considerable length the rationality of taking him up on that invite… and she’d known equally well that regardless of the debate, and equally regardless of her swarming self-doubts and qualms and worries, she was going to be there at one o’clock, as invited. Rationality be damned, doubly and triply damned, the only real question was how to live through the next ninety minutes!

One thing she could do – prep herself. What did that mean? Busy-work mostly, age had removed most need to shave pits and legs, but she did a quick dry once-over anyhow. Tooth-brushing. Probably he wouldn’t mind her close-cropped undecorated nails, too late anyhow. Add the tiniest touch of a delicate perfume into the deep creases beneath her breasts and all the usual pulse-points. Makeup? What for? She’d worn none all evening, Harold hadn’t complained, it was dark (sort of – such a MOON!). Who would she be trying to fool and into believing what? All-over body lotion was a good idea, quickly accomplished. Deep breaths were good, too – and why did time seem to be stuck?

Butterflies? Hell, pterodactyls maybe!

The big grandfather clock downstairs chimed its deep, lonely single stroke: zero one hundred. The appointed time. Her belly was a swirling fury, the inside of her skull seemed lined with sparklers. A final slow, deep breath. She took one step forward, out of the concealing darkness into the moonlight, and turned through the doorway.

She stopped, transfixed: Harold sat propped up on the bed, facing her squarely, the moonlight streaming over him. He was covered only with a sheet – a sheet with a huge raised protuberance over his crotch. She almost giggled when she realized –finally – what he’d said in his invitation – that he “…would be up…” for her. How had she missed that, after a whole evening of innuendo? They stared at one another for several seconds, and her crotch reacted with another glandular gush that almost took her breath away. It was as if her body had grabbed her pussy and wrung it like a washcloth.

“Perhaps you should shut the door?”

A reasonable request: Lois turned, shut the door silently, then as an afterthought, a sort of seal on her decision, she flipped the deadbolt home. Weirdly, the solid ‘thunk’ of the bolt sounded rather like a starter’s gun. She turned back around: the sheet was now on the floor, and Harold lay there nude, one hand behind his head, the thumb of the other holding his beautiful solid erection vertical like a stout curved flagpole. A pole of purest silver. In the near-horizontal moonlight it cast a startling inky shadow across his hips. Even from eight feet away she could see that the tip was naked, circumcised, a very different color from the shaft.

And he was shaved, too – not a pubic hair in sight! Would wonders never cease?

She wanted to proceed, but felt as if the moonlight were congealed around her molasses-like and preventing movement regardless of her will. Again he whispered, a suggestion: perhaps she should be naked, too? This, too, was perfectly reasonable – she’d now seen him unadorned, time to reciprocate. A moment of truth, indeed. She bit her tongue: nothing was going to remain hidden in this incredible moonlight! Whatever would he think of her in the full-blown buff, about the actuality of all her well-used glory?

She shrugged: the robe slid down to pool at her feet. His the climb izle beckoning hand magically dissolved the molasses and freed her to move. She stepped forward, watching his face, his eyes, in the bright moonlight. The delight in them was brilliantly obvious. Delight and pure lust – she wondered how a man could communicate such intense desire and need with just his eyes and in such dim light?

The square-knot of self-doubt in her abdomen loosened several notches. But not completely – what, she wondered yet again, could he now be thinking, as he drank in the view of her well-worn body, her soft-hanging boobs? Could he even possibly be interested in kissing her? Kissing solidly, romantically, with the urgency she could feel in her own chest? Wasn’t she too damned old for such thoughts?

Again, watching him watch her, she had the eerie feeling that behind that purely male face there resided a woman’s ability to read her. It was disconcerting, very male-atypical, something she’d only encountered in 100%-gay men, in which set Harold most certainly did not belong! It made her more vulnerable yet… as if some ultimate protective layer had evaporated, a shield she could usually avail herself of, but not here.

Stopped with her shins against the edge of the mattress, she watched his eyes and arm simultaneously as his hand reached out. His middle and index finger together touched her navel, slid south, raising goose-bumps. His eyes never left hers, but obviously he had already seen her perfectly. He smiled at her, whispered “Lovely!”

Lois’s eyes flicked to his cock – it seemed larger than moments ago. That must mean he really DID like what he was seeing! Relief flooded through her. His fingertips reached the upper rise of her mons and stopped, he grinned widely, stroked it like a cat’s head, and whispered “Shaved, are you!? Lovely! A naked pussy is one of my top erotic stimuli… not required, but such a delight!”

The fingertips spread wide apart, settled one per side of her vee, dipping gently into the creases where mons meets thighs, and slid farther southwards in converging parallel. At the tip of her lips, they pressed gently into the drooling slipperiness of her salivary-squirts. She almost fainted with lust, pure unadulterated need, as they slipped alongside her clit, pinching ever so gently in a random timing that she couldn’t quite get a handle on. Exquisite. She could tell from the touch, he knew exactly what he was doing, he’d opted intentionally not to go up and over the clit, knowing that would be too sudden, too intense for starters, but instead ranged more delicately alongside it, now a long slow slithering scissoring movement that yielded a soaring crescendo of tingles.

His fingers simultaneously cradled her clit and found her forward opening, curled into it and up behind her pubis as if they’d been there before, had a right to presume to such entry, were prepared to take command if and when necessary. He pulled her towards him gently, the buried fingers pressed joyously on the back-side of her pubic bone, finding some never-exercised nerve plexus, making her gasp at the lightening flashing steadily between her crotch and brain.

His grin faded, replaced by a vaguely serious expression: “You’re as snug as a pre-teen virgin, and as slippery as a thirteen-year-old in her first heavy petting session! I take that as a personal compliment of the highest order. Thank you!”

She felt herself blush – what a strange thing to do just now! She leaned forward as he tugged, settled her hand lightly on his upper thigh just missing his cock-root.

“May I?” she asked. Why was she feeling so shy? Just the long drought, probably. A special nervousness associated with a second “first time”?

His grin returned. “Oh, yes, I should think so! Permission granted. Unrestricted absolute permission for anything your heart desires, no further permissions required. But first, bring those boobs over here so I can nurse a bit.”

She shifted to accomplish both objectives, her hand slipping around his cock, her tits hanging above his face. Still worried, she muttered “They’re pretty well used, you know. Antiques! Not the prettiest set you’ve ever seen, I’m sure!” Her fingers were busy investigating the lovely complexities of his crotch, but stopped completely when he put his hand on the small of her back to press her chest down closer to his face. “Hush! Gravity always wins, so what? The only important things are the mind, and that the nerves work right. The mind I know about – the nerves I suspect may be a bit corroded but I’ll bet they still fire. Let’s find out.” He inhaled almost the whole of her left tit, caught the hard nipple between the back of his tongue and palate, and began.

Her brain nearly exploded… he’d said “nurse” and by god he knew what that entailed. No mere sucking and licking and nibbling for this man, his entire being went into the process, it was as if he were extracting a thin stream of her very soul, flowing out through her nipple, drawing from deep reserves evenly the devils hour izle split between brain and belly.

Then and there, in that odd position, all bent forward, arms akimbo, with his mouth around her tit and his fingers dancing a slow tango deep inside her, she came.

Abruptly, powerfully, prolonged wave upon wave, until she shook continuously, a whole body shiver. He slowed, then paused, let her return to the living, to the conscious universe.

Her grip on his cock was nearly tetanic. She realized it, slackened slightly, giggled as she stroked him: “Wow! Hope I didn’t hurt you. I guess I got a little carried away, didn’t I?”

He just smiled at her and nodded: with his connivance her boob escaped from its captor. Yes, he said, “…and if you hadn’t, then it’d be proof that I wasn’t doing my job right! And, Lois, just FYI, you can quit worrying about your boobs and gravity and me! Care to know a little secret? My attraction to any set of boobs has nothing whatever to do with their age. Truly! If my very first girlfriend – age nineteen – were here with us, the only way I could tell your boobs from hers with my eyes shut is that yours are a hell of a lot more responsive. So I’d certainly vote for yours.”

Lois’s insides glowed: she shifted again, leaned down over his flagpole, bent lower, and gently inhaled it. The ultimate bicycle-riding analog, a technique impossible to forget once mastered. Nearly forty years with no practice, and it all came back perfectly, the ability she had been so secretly proud of, catching the cockhead and softly vacuuming it into perfect fit in the vault of her palate, quickly finding the proper tongue and mouth pressures, the wave of relaxation in her throat, the sudden sliding of the thick, flexible tube past the over-ridden gag spot. The old movie Deep Throat (seen several times with a few selected girlfriends) had been her inspiration, the process had come to her quite easily, and for several years it had been her husband’s primary fetish and relief.

Harold’s reaction didn’t hurt her ego a bit – a long, ecstatic groan and a muttered “Jeez… almost nobody has ever done that to me!”

She bobbed, with long, slow strokes, not vigorous, feeling for the right rhythm and pressures. In the midst of this lovely experimentation, Harold’s hands shifted to cup her buttocks, he guided her into a perfect sixty-nine, spread her knees wide to bring her crotch down to his face. The warm air from his breathing generated its own special tingles as she waited, dangling, twisting, hoping. Then his hands cupped her buttocks, spread them wide: she could feel, almost hear her outer lips pull apart. In this awesome moonlight, absolutely everything, every wrinkle and untrimmed hair and glisten of her almost insane wetness must be perfectly visible! Through her uninterrupted throating she found herself vaguely embarrassed at this total exposure, flooded with a sense of willing helplessness – nobody had ever seen her private parts from such proximity. Not even Hubby.

His hot breath flowed over her, filled the depths of her wide-spread split. Then, an unexpected first contact, his tongue-tip circled her anus, lapped across it, pressed forward, dived inside until his nose was buried in her buttcleft so deeply she wondered that he could still breathe.

Up inside that most private and unexpected of places, his tongue danced to and fro like a solid, small living flame. More goosebumps, then his face shifting between her shaking upper thighs, the tongue catching the backside of her pussy-opening, circling, delving. And then came the almost unendurable ecstasy of his mouth finally, FINALLY settling over her whole clit, his tongue gently taking it by storm from the rear.

An irreverent thought tickled her as she sank into the intense sensations, about Hubby’s oral demands and how they had never been reciprocated – the term “lip service” came to mind, but sounded too positive. Perhaps “lick and a promise” was more accurate, with the promise never fulfilled? Now, in just a few moments, she could understand her women-friends’ universal addiction to receiving oral. An addiction she could see taking firm hold of her second by second.

Lois bucked her pelvis hard against his face, and came again. Seconds later, a more prolonged and deeper cycle. Then came his fingertip pressing on her anus, but before she could protest, before she could even formulate the idea of protesting or decide whether protest was in order, it was full-depth into her bottom, pouring gasoline on her belly-fire until she was lost in another round of coming.

He played her, she thought, like a fine musical instrument, one that to her great pleasure hardly needed tuning. Several minutes later after countless mini, mid and major orgasms, he graciously allowed her to surface and catch her breath.

Good GOD, what had she missed all these years? Hubby? A gone and forgotten memory. Harold’s concentration on her pleasure had been total, her abandonment to his mouth and fingers and enthusiasm equally total, and the combination had shattered her lifelong inhibitions and self-doubts like frozen soap-bubbles before a hurricane. When she tried to thank him, he insisted – she could tell he meant it – that most of the pleasure had been his – he simply loved what he was doing, they would continue at her best pace, not to worry about him, his own orgasms would follow, no hurry.

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God, what is it with men? I mean, a guy might have everything a reasonable person could ever want in a lover, and still his eye roams, he’s never satisfied with what he’s got! My boyfriend Gary, for instance. We have a great time together. I bend over backwards (sometimes literally!) to keep him happy – I do nice things for him, remember his birthday with thoughtful presents and surprise parties, keep him company when he’s blue, and he gets the kind of sex most men just dream about. I know all his little kinks and fetishes, and I use them to give him pleasure.

For instance, he’s a really quite a gentle guy, but he has this secret rape fantasy where he fucks a young girl who’s tied up and helpless. Sometimes I indulge him in this by letting him arrange me on the bed as his victim. First, I get dressed up: a short little plaid skirt from my school days (no panties), a white blouse completely unbuttoned in front with nothing underneath, and frilly little ankle socks. (I guess you can see where he’s coming from with this kink!

My eyebrows raised a bit when he confessed his little girl fetish to me, but I thought, what the hell, it’s only a fantasy – and if it gets his cock nice and hard for me I’m all for it!) I pull the skirt up and lie across the bed with my ass on a pillow, which arches my back and raises my pussy so it’s exposed and vulnerable, then I pull my knees up and spread my legs really far apart (sometimes we use straps). Finally, he gags me and I put my hands behind my back and pretend to struggle. He stands over me smiling wickedly and stroking his cock, showing me what he’s going to plunge into me when he gets it big and hard. When his erection is stiff and purple, he makes a show of getting it lubed up, so that I (his victim) know that his big cock is going to be able to slide into my virginal cunt with no resistance at all (part of his fantasy is that I’m a virgin with a very tight pussy). I open my eyes wide and whimper in fright, terrified by what is in store for me. I struggle, trying to free my hands from behind my back, making my tits jiggle and bounce, which just excites my “attacker” even more.

Finally, he gets between my open legs and rubs his cock up and down my slit, taunting me and worrying my pussy lips with his swollen knob, then gradually slides it in, slowly impaling me with his glistening shaft. He sinks into me millimeter by millimeter, while I scream and cry through my gag, thrashing my head from side to side. As he proceeds to fuck me I buck and struggle, but my efforts are futile – my legs are held securely apart and I’m totally helpless. The only effect of my frantic movements is to excite the “rapist” and give his cock more pleasure. He’s so deep inside me when he cums, I can feel him spurting right against my cervix.

Now, how many liberated women would do that for their men?

Another game he likes is “Greedy Masseuse.” He lies on his stomach on a table, and I start to give him a massage. Then I tell him to turn over, and proceed to work on his chest and thighs, gradually getting closer to where he really wants to be touched. As my fingers gently massage the insides of his thighs, getting higher and higher, I inform him that if he wants me to go further he’ll have to pay me more. He agrees (of course), and my fingers continue their progress up between his legs. After gently manipulating his balls, my fingertips brush slowly up and down the sides of his straining cock. While I’m doing this I tell him that if he wants me to continue, it’ll cost him still more. He groans in frustration, and agrees again. Now my fingertips lightly feather the underside of his shaft, gently tantalizing his most sensitive areas. By now he’s moaning and sighing in ecstasy, and I methodically work to increase his pleasure and his need. Finally I bend down and gently kiss his erection, lightly brushing my lips on his sweet pleasure spot just below the head, and give it a little lick.

I smile up at him and whisper, “The price just went up – do you want more?” He’s too far gone now to resist, so I proceed to butterfly the underside of his cock, flicking the tip of my wet tongue up and down the ridge, pausing to swirl around the head, then down to his balls and back up, over and over again, driving him mad with exquisite pleasure. When he’s right on the edge, ready to spurt his load, in aching need of relief, I tell him if he doesn’t pay more I’ll have to stop. Then it’s back to tantalizing his cock with my tongue, and the torment continues. When he finally cums all over himself and my face, I’m a millionaire.

He gets to fuck me any way he wants. One of his favorites (mine too) is with me on top – I slowly lower myself onto his erection, and smile down at him while I wiggle and twist around on his stiff cock. It really gets him going when I lift and squeeze my big tits while I’m moving on him, licking my lips lasciviously and sucking my nipples, all the while rubbing up and down on his enflamed cock with my slippery hot pussy. the empress izle When we cum I cling to him, and he holds me by my hips as we cry out and moan in ecstasy, our mouths and tongues entwined together. So sweet, so exciting.

Could any man ask for a better sex life, or a better lover? So what does he do? He blows it, that’s what!

OK – so, a couple of weeks ago I was out with Gary on a Saturday night and we decided to go to this club that has a nice blues band. We just figured we’d have a couple of drinks and dance a little, then go back to my place for some real fun. I was feeling really good and looking forward to a great night, until we went in and I saw who was there.

Before Gary and I got together he had been seeing another girl named Anita. The problem is, just about every horny guy in town had been seeing Anita, at some time or other. Anita was a slut – a real, honest-to-goodness, lowdown, boyfriend-stealing fuck-and-suck-every-guy-in-sight skank-bitch slut. When I met him I had no idea he had been wallowing in that bitch, otherwise I wouldn’t have had anything to do with him. I only found out about it later, from one of my girlfriends. We had a row about it when I confronted him with it, which ended with him swearing that he never wanted to have anything to do with her again, that she was nothing compared to me, that he loved me, blah, blah, blah. I calmed down after a while, and I figured that it was no big deal if he made mistakes in the past – hell, I was glad he didn’t know about some of the things I had done!

So we go into this club, and who should be there but – yeah, Anita. Actually, if you go someplace where Anita is, she’s the first thing you see, the center of attention, always surrounded by a crowd of guys with hard-ons. She absolutely drips sex, and does everything she can to make every man in sight want her, want her very badly, so later she can take the lucky one (or two or three) home with her and fuck their brains out.

Tonight was no exception. She was wearing a tight, very short dress of green satin, which clung to her large breasts and revealed her nipples as clearly as if she had been nude. She had an incredible hour-glass shape, with voluptuous hips and ass that had the men drooling as much as her tits did. As she danced, every once in a while she would slide her hands up her hips and lift her dress, giving a brief flash of transparent nylon panties. I had to admit that she was pretty, in a sort of carnivorous, Christina Aguilera way, grinning at the guys she was dancing with, licking her lips seductively, running her hands through her blonde hair.

Gary and I danced a little, then sat down at a table with our beers. He hadn’t said much since we’d arrived, but I knew what he was thinking about; and he knew that I knew. It was pretty uncomfortable, since the show Anita was putting on was impossible to avoid. She was dancing non-stop with guy after guy; it was as if they were standing in line for turns. Then I realized that that’s what they actually were doing, and I saw why. As each excited guy came forward to dance with her, she would turn and rub her ass against his erect cock through his pants, bouncing up and down and giving him a good hot tease. Then she would turn and move away, and the next horny guy would come forward for his little taste of heaven.

“Holy shit!” I said, “Can you fucking believe that? What a whore!”

He just mumbled something inaudible and looked down, blushing uncomfortably. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there – but that didn’t stop him from grabbing little peeks at what was happening on the dance floor, probably wishing he could feel that ass rubbing on his cock again.

“So what are you thinking about, Gary? Old times? You gonna tell me that hard-on in your lap is for me?”

He was squirming now. “No! I mean yes – I mean I don’t have a – oh shit, come on, please don’t be like that! I’m not interested in her anymore, she’s just a slut, like you said. I don’t know why I ever went with her in the first place!”

I was fuming. “Look, I’m going to the ladies’ room. Go get us a couple more beers. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He jumped up and escaped to the bar. I headed for the ladies’ room, not happy about how the night was going.

I stayed for a few minutes, trying to cool down. I looked at myself in the mirror, comparing myself in my baggy sweatshirt and short denim skirt to the green dragon that was busy tormenting cocks out on the dance floor. I knew I would look good in that dress, too, damn good! But I shouldn’t have to get dressed up like a whore all the time just to hold a man’s interest. I mean, it’s fun sometimes, but I can’t be like Anita all the time – and I wouldn’t want to be.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I told myself that even in the sweatshirt I looked pretty sexy – my tits are as big as Anita’s, and even though the sweatshirt is baggy you can see my shape in it; shit, I the endless night izle had seen men checking me out earlier tonight, you don’t need a green slut-dress to get guys hard. And my skirt is cute, too, especially when I sit down and cross my legs, “accidentally” giving a little peek up to my panties. And hadn’t Gary had his hand up under my shirt on the way here, stroking my naked breast and turning us both on?

I decided that I had been too hard on him; it wasn’t his fault that Anita happened to be here the same night we came. And who can blame him for looking at what she was doing – hell, everyone there was watching her; and even if it turned him on a little, well, what man wouldn’t be?

I was feeling a lot better when I came back out. I felt like apologizing to Gary for behaving the way I did, but I knew it wouldn’t be necessary, he’d understand. And I started going over in my mind all the delicious things I would do to him later that would make him forget all about Anita, oh yes!

When I got back to our table he hadn’t returned yet, so I sat down and looked around for him. I glanced toward the bar, and my attention was immediately captured by a flash of color, that voluptuous body in green. She was at the bar, pressed up close to a man who was sitting sideways on a barstool. His legs were parted, and she had positioned herself between them, smiling while she looked into his eyes. One of her hands was resting on his knee, while the other was moving slowly and gently between his legs. The man’s eyes were glazed as if hypnotized, and his mouth was half open; he was breathing rapidly. It was a few seconds before I realized it was Gary.

You can never predict how you’re going to react at times like that. I could have exploded in anger, burst into tears, run out into the street; or I could have hurled myself at them, ripped the dress off that fucking lizard and scratched her to shreds … but I didn’t do any of those things. My mind became very calm; I’d had enough of emotional outbursts for one night. Instead, I became cool, appraising. I was disappointed, because I had been looking forward to sex tonight, but that wasn’t to be, oh no – I would have to be satisfied with my vibrator this time. Fortunately, I thought, I have fresh batteries.

At the bar, Gary had noticed that I had returned, and he suddenly came to himself and pulled away from the verdant seductress, heading back to our table with the two beers in his hands, trying to look innocent. She shrugged, and began to troll for another.

I thought of the pep talk I had given myself in the ladies room, building my confidence, reaffirming my affection for Gary, looking forward to our sex play – and I felt like a fool. And god help the fool who makes a woman feel like a fool.

When he reached the table, I smiled at him. “There you are!” I chirped. “I’d wondered where you went. I really feel badly about how I acted before. I hope you can forgive me.”

He sat down, visibly relieved, and we sipped our beers for a while. I slipped off one of my shoes and reached with my foot under the table, gently massaging between his legs with my toes. I smiled sweetly at him, and he gave a little moan of pleasure.

“Gary, let’s go now,” I said. “I really want to be alone with you.”

He didn’t need any convincing, so we headed out to his car. On the way, I snuggled up close to him and whispered in his ear that I loved feeling his cock get hard under my foot, that it had gotten me so excited. I reached down and began to stroke him through his pants, making his erection grow again. He put an arm around me and I took his hand and put it up under my shirt, urging him to feel my breasts. He moaned, and drove faster.

When we got to the condo that I rent with two of my friends, he parked in front. He turned to me, with a look of desperate longing, and kissed me long and passionately.

“Please, let’s go inside now,” he said, “I need you so much!”

“Gary – this has been a long night … I think I’d really better get some rest. I don’t think I’m up for a heavy session tonight. The fact is, I just started my period today – I’m so sorry! I probably should get to bed. You don’t mind, do you?”

He was devastated. “But – but I thought – you said – damn! Oh god, I’m so hot for you, ohhhh you don’t know how much I need you right now!”

“Awww, I’m sorry Gary,” I said, very sympathetically. “I really am tired, but we can sit here for a little while. There’s enough time for me to – to play with you a little. Would you like that? I don’t want you to have to go home all hot and bothered.”

He looked at me pleadingly. “Ohhhh god, you get me so hot, I need it so much…”

“I know you do,” I cooed, “I like it when you feel like that, ’cause then I can do things to you that will make you feel really good – would you let me? Please?”

He was beside himself with lust. “Oh god yes, oh please, oh god … “

“Good! the english izle Even though we can’t do any fucking tonight, I think you’ll really like the things I’m going to do to you. Now, just lie back and relax, while I work on your poor aching cock…”

He was almost drooling with anticipation while I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to the floor. I gently moved his knees far apart.

“Mmmm, look how hard you are already!” I exclaimed. His erection was stiff and sticking straight up, begging for attention. I reached down and began to gently stroke the inside of his thighs with my fingertips. “Now, don’t you touch yourself, or me – I just want you to relax and let me do everything.”

I gently brushed my fingers higher along the inside of his thighs, until I reached his balls. Then I reached down and let my fingernails scratch very lightly and gently up from below and along the sides and front of his scrotum. His cock quivered and I felt his balls get tighter under my touch.

I lay my head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear while I stroked his balls. “Oh, look at that poor cock! It needs to be touched, too. Would you like that? Would you like me to touch your poor aching cock?”

As I was saying this, I allowed my forearm to drop just enough to lightly touch the underside of his cock, so that as my fingertips were gently stroking his balls, at the same time my wrist and inner forearm were just barely touching the underside of his cock, just below the head. This, I had learned from experience, was his most sensitive spot, where he experienced the most exquisite erotic pleasure. I had often lavished voluptuous attention there, with my mouth and tongue, but now I was teasing it unmercifully, tantalizing it with maddeningly light touches. He began to moan and plead for more.

“Ohhhhh does that feel good, Gary? Do you like that? I know you need more … I’m teasing you on purpose, I love to get you worked up and frustrated like this! And you love it too, don’t you – love to need it so much you’ll go crazy if you don’t get more. Ohhh poor baby! You need to cum so badly, don’t you?

He was almost weeping at this point. The tantalizing little wisps of pleasure I was allowing him to have were driving him mad with desire and need. I brought my face around to his and looked into his eyes as I delicately stimulated his twitching cock. My face took on an expression of concern and sympathy for his suffering, and I made little sounds of worry and compassion for his plight.

“Oh you poor thing! I’m such a nasty cockteaser, aren’t I? You need to cum so badly, and I’m making it so hard for you to get there. It’s so mean of me – maybe I should stop. Should I stop, Gary?” As I said this I increased the pressure of my arm on his cock, which suddenly doubled the intensity of his pleasure. After a few seconds I stopped and moved my hand away.

His mouth opened in a helpless “Oh!”, and he fell into frantic begging. “No, god, please don’t stop, oh god I love it so much, oh please I need it, it feels so good, I need more …!”

“You want more, Gary? Are you sure? I can stop if you really want me to…”

He started babbling and moaning, begging me to continue.

“Well, if you really want me to do more, I suppose I could do this…” My hand came back and I proceeded to run my fingertips rapidly all over his cock, racing up and down the underside of his shaft, giving it little squeezes, gently pinching the skin of his sweet spot and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, tickling his balls, twisting my palm on the glistening head, slick with pre-cum.

I kissed him gently and looked into his eyes. Never taking my eyes from his, I coated my hand with spit and gently took his cock fully in my hand and began to stroke it up and down, slowly and firmly.

“I’m going to make you cum, Gary. I’m going to give you what you need so badly – but first I’m going to keep you on the edge for a long, long time, right on the point of cumming – ohhhhh you’ll never want it to end! Just close your eyes and concentrate on the pleasure…”

He closed his eyes, and I set to work on his cock, slowly stroking it and giving his most sensitive spots outrageous erotic thrills. I worked gently and delicately, taking care that he didn’t cum before I was ready, getting him closer and closer to the point of release – but not enough to set him off.

He was moaning and sighing in absolute ecstasy and anticipation, looking forward to the incredible pleasure of his approaching orgasm. I knew I had him right at the peak, where one swift, firm stroke would push him over the edge.

I paused, my hand hovering over his ravished cock. Then, I began to tap with a single finger directly on his delicate sweet spot, just below the head. I knew the pleasure of that slight pressure would be just enough to hold him captive on the edge.

Tap, tap …

“Gary, isn’t it too bad that Anita’s not here in that sexy green dress?”

Tap, tap …

His eyes shot open. “Wha …?”

Tap, tap …

“Don’t you wish that she was here, with her big tits and sexy ass, teasing you in her tight green dress?”

Tap, tap …

“But, but …”

“And don’t you wish that she was here to finish her little handjob on you?”

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