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*disclaimer* I’m not satisfied with this but ive been sitting on it for like 3 months now, so here it is.

***

Erik was frustrated. No, he was beyond frustrated. He was livid. Sitting in his truck with Amber next to him, he restrained himself from beating on his steering wheel, but only barely.

Walking into the first lawyer’s office hadn’t been a big deal. They didn’t practice in what he needed. That hadn’t been a big deal to him.

The second lawyer had offered a consultation. Fifty dollars for a thirty minute meeting. Erik paid up front, waited a few minutes in a conference room, shook hands with a man in a suit then turned over his notebook. After reading for five minutes the lawyer had closed the book and said, “I’m sorry but we won’t be doing business together.” Then he left the room. The secretary had come in and asked them to leave a few minutes later because a meeting was about to start. She was also sorry, but there would be no refunds.

Erik had went to a third lawyer, gotten a free consultation remarkably, and was shown to another conference room, this one in an office building four floors high. Erik had stared out the window on the top floor, waiting for the lawyer to come in. A woman came in, looked at his papers and in disgust asked him if he had any decency. Then she left the room as well, no explanation given. This had enraged him and he didn’t wait for someone to show him out.

Now, Amber looked at him from the other side of his cab with pity and maybe even a little fear.

“I’m sorry, it’s just frustrating that I’m trying to get something done and no one seems to want to help. I’m a paying customer even! Well, willing to be, but they don’t want anything to do with me it seems.”

“I know, I get it, you’re fine,” she reassured him.

“Are there anymore on the list?” he asked her.

Amber looked at her phone, a list of results from searching for lawyers on the web browser. “There’s one a few blocks away we can try.”

“Okay, let’s do it.” Erik started the truck and backed out of the parking stall. “I’m not giving up. I’ll go to every attorney in the county if I have to. But fuck, this is harder than it seems.”

She began navigating him to their next destination. “Would touching my tits help you calm down? I’d offer a blow job but I’m afraid you’ll donkey punch me or something.”

He looked at her, confused, “What the fuck is a donkey punch?”

She laughed and pointed him onto a main road. “It’s where you punch a girl in the back of the head to make her spaz out on your dick.”

“Dude!? Not cool!” He laughed then, and together they devolved into a fit for a moment.

“Right?” she said, covering her mouth with her hand until her laughter subsided.

Erik’s frustration eased with the humor in the air. He was glad she had come along. Her presence had been a quiet support he hadn’t know he had wanted. He could have gotten along without her but it was nice that she was here.

“Tell me about yourself. I don’t know much about you except that you like sex with me, and you work at an office supply.”

Her face fell and she turned away. “Not much more to say,” she said, looking out the window.

He felt the mood grow heavy and looked over at her. Undesired guilt crept over him, seeing her sit as if forsaken. He wanted to pull her body close to his and make her feel special.

“I’m sure there is, come on,” he encouraged.

She didn’t say anything back to him, didn’t even look his way. Her eyes turned sad, her face downcast.

He knew he should compliment her somehow now. What was he supposed to say to a woman he had fucked twice on impulse? You fuck good? He sneered to himself, disgusted. “Sorry, didn’t mean to pry.”

“You’re fine, I’m just…” she trailed off.

“I’m glad you came.” He said into the silence.

Turning away from the window she gave him a sad smile, “I am too.”

She told him the last bit of necessary navigation in quiet tones and he let the silence in between directions stretch out. It didn’t bother him to be quiet but it bothered him that he had upset her somehow. He did learn to not ask her about herself anymore, and that he should just enjoy her company.

He wanted to show her what he was going to do. He didn’t know why really, he wasn’t even entirely sure of what that was. He still had to ask his employees what that should be. He wanted her to be impressed with him though, and how he was going to change things, make them better for everyone.

Erik found it a bit ironic that he wanted to be some kind of savior to a bunch of topless dancers, yet still employ them as such. Wouldn’t it be better to find a different way to employ them? Then again, people did what they did for their own reasons and there would always be dancers, so why not make life better for them.

Women who would take off their clothes and pay attention to men in exchange for money were gems to be treasured.

Treasure chest; he junji ito maniac japanese tales of the macabre izle was curious if that would be a good name for his place. He imagined a pirate themed club called Treasure Chest where the dancers were all called wenches and the bartender wore an eyepatch and called himself Captain. Erik breathed out a silent laugh and parked his truck, backing into a stall.

“What’s funny?” Amber asked in the downtrodden tone. Erik explained. She snorted with laughter. “God, don’t do that. Its a terrible idea.”

Erik agreed while parking.

He was in front of a small strip mall with four other businesses open to the public. A realty company, a pet store and a comic book and game store, plus the attorney office in the middle. They all had glass windows that ran the full height of their fronts, letting everyone see straight into the front of the offices. The comic book store had theirs covered with posters and the realty office had their blinds pulled down.

He stared a moment, preparing himself for rejection again, seeing as how that was the pattern.

“Maybe I should come in with you this time,” Amber said.

He looked over at her. “Sure, if you want to,” was all he said. They got out at the same time and walked to the door.

A bell clanged when they walked in and after standing there awkwardly, Erik saw a blond, short haired woman waddle up the counter. She was almost as round as she was tall but her smile was genuine. “Can I help you?” she asked immediately. Her voice was clear as a bell.

Erik jumped in bluntly, “I’ve inherited a strip club from my uncle. I need an attorney to help me with the legalities of running it. Will you still help me?”

The woman blinked, pausing before her smile came back. It touched her eyes and Erik relaxed as she spoke, “Well sure, I think we can take care of that for you!”

Erik breathed a sigh. The relief that washed over him was unexpected, but welcome nonetheless. “Thank God because no one else has.”

“Really? I would think it wouldn’t be much of a problem.” Her voice rang in the office, hanging in the air.

Amber spoke up, “Yeah, he’s been rejected by three other firms.”

“Wow! Well we won’t do that here, why don’t you come on back and I’ll let Kay know you’re here.” The receptionist moved over to a half door in the counter and swung it open for them. Erik let Amber in first, following her down a narrow hallway to a conference room behind the main area.

The receptionist waddled to a closed door, opened it and went in, holding it for them. “Do you have any of the paperwork with you?” she asked.

Erik turned to her after entering and replied. “Yeah, it’s all in the truck.”

“Oh! Well why don’t you get that and I’ll go get some of the standard paperwork we have to do.”

Without a word, Erik left the room making a bee line for his truck. When he came back he sat down the box if papers he had found at David’s as well as the black leather binder he had gotten from Amber. Setting that on top of the box, Erik looked up with a smile. He was happy to have finally found someone willing to help.

“I don’t think that I’ve introduced myself, I’m Sue,” the receptionist said, offering her hand to Erik.

“Erik,” he replied back, shaking her hand. Amber introduced herself too, quietly, then stepped back behind Erik.

“Well Erik, we’ll be happy to help you out here. Kay is our attorney and she’ll be just a moment. We’ll get ya all figured out in a jiffy, does that sound good?” Sue said, gesturing with her elbow as if to elbow his ribs. Her smile was genuine and her eyes were bright.

“I hope so.”

Sue, scurried out and Erik took a seat at the long conference table that stood in the middle of the room. There weren’t any windows but fluorescent panel lights hummed over head, casting white light everywhere. A long narrow bench occupied one wall with a series of encyclopedias on top of it. A tree over six feet tall stood in a corner and Erik wondered if it was just a fake plant for decoration. It was likely.

Renaissance era prints hung on the walls. Erik recognized The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo, God’s hand outstretched to Adam’s, Venus of Urbino lounged in her red chair, La Fornarina held her breasts in a delicate hand. Others he didn’t recognize captivated him.

Erik found himself sucked into studying the various pieces of nudity. They were all of naked women except for Adam, and considering the reasons he was here, Erik found that encouraging. He was curious if the attorney could be bisexual.

The door opened and a tall woman with auburn hair pulled back in a professional bun walked in wearing a black pencil skirt and a grey blouse without sleeves that buttoned up the middle. White crescent moon earrings were in each ear and black chopsticks stuck out of the bun. She sat down without kaçış izle a word and looked at Erik with flat eyes through black eyeglasses.

Her smooth, emotionless face and silent entrance gave Erik pause. He met her eyes without blinking luckily, but wasn’t sure how to break the imposing silence. He chose to go about it matter of factly. “Do you want to represent the owner of a strip club and help me translate the legalities of running it?”

He expected her to either continue to silently stare him down, or to jump into a monotone drone of some kind. He was wrong.

“I can do that. What paperwork do you have?” Her voice was monotone as expected. There was no variance in her pitch or speed, just clipped words that sounded as if a drone were speaking.

“I have a bunch of stuff from my uncle who died. I’m not even sure what I have,” he slid the paperwork to her, “but all of this came from his house and his lawyer. They gave it all to me and won’t answer my calls. I’ve barely bothered to look at this stuff but-“

She cut him off, “Can I have the short version?” then she looked down at the stack, then opened the leather binder with one delicate finger.

Erik stopped his entire thought process. If thinking could be represented by a driving car, his thinking would have hit a wall at forty miles an hour. He took a long moment to regroup then appreciate the situation.

This attorney was unlike anyone else he had met before and he didn’t know what to do or how to think. Maybe just listening to her and doing as she asked would work best, so he gave her the same brisk tone she had given him. “My uncle died and left me a strip club and some money. I don’t know anything about it, him, or what to do. I want to be right and legal. Will you work things out so I can run the club?”

Kay never looked up while he spoke, just slowly flipped a page, read it, and flipped another page. When he was done, she flipped another page before speaking and said, “Yes,” in the same tone as before.

Erik didn’t say anything else in the silent room. Amber shuffled a little to one side but he didn’t look at her and neither did Kay. He studied Kay, interested in who she was and instantly fascinated with her robot like demeanor. Questions of who she really was and how she thought and what she was thinking rolled through his head. He watched for her to fidget or wiggle or adjust and was left with no observations. He even stared at her mouth to see if she licked or pursed her lips. Looking at her chest even it barely raised and fell with her breathing. How could she be so calm?

Amber shifted again and he glanced at her. She was scrolling her phone, barely paying them any mind. The silence stretched and Erik began thinking that he should go and let her silently review his papers.

Finally she looked up, closed his book and folded her hands on top of it. “I want to ask you some questions, ” Her voice showed a ripple of emotion, “What are your goals in running this club? Besides money.”

Erik was taken aback but after considering a moment, he felt himself spill out. “First and foremost, above money, I want a good place where people can enjoy themselves thoroughly but also where the girls enjoy being there to work. My goal is to have the best, safest, sexiest, club with the best girls for the best customers.”

Those thoughts hadn’t even solidified in his mind when he spoke them. He wasn’t even aware of wanting all of that until the words came out, but it was like the idea all came together at once in his mind, like a growing billboard.

He did want the best club with the best girls for the best customers. He wanted his place to be the spot where people could gather and enjoy their time there. He wasn’t sure how he was going to accomplish that, but he was going to try.

Kay just nodded. She looked down for a time, and her eyes took on a look of seeing something that wasn’t there, like she was remembering something. When she looked back up, she was still blank faced, but softer somehow.

Erik glanced at Amber and she wasn’t on her phone. She was smiling at him for some reason. He didn’t know why but he smiled back at her anyway.

He looked up at the attorney as she stood. He stood with her and she spoke, “I’ll have answers for you in a couple of hours and more next week. Try calling on Tuesday and we’ll have it all figured out.”

“Thank you,” Erik said. He offered his hand for a handshake. Kay returned it with a short shake and walked out. He wasn’t insulted with her brisk behavior, he just accepted it.

Sue, the overweight receptionist, bustled into the room a minute later with a stack of paperwork. Erik spent the next thirty minutes filling out and signing forms, then finally writing a check for more money than he had ever spent at one time. He had secured himself an attorney to represent himself and his business. Despite still inwardly balking at the ten thousand dollars he had given Sue and kaleidoscope izle Kay for their representation, he felt good. One more step had been accomplished.

“I’m hungry, how about lunch?” Amber asked when they got to the parking lot.

Erik looked at his phone. It was after one. definitely time for lunch.

…

Erik checked his phone for time. It was six p.m. He was sitting on the stage, his feet dangling off of it, looking around. A few of the girls were looking back at him, a mixture of confusion, impatience and boredom on their faces. Bob, the twitchy doorman was also there, obediently waiting, if nervously.

Despite her desire to come along earlier, Amber had left after lunch after getting a phone call. She hadn’t said for what but she had apologized and hoped to catch up later. He smiled, remembering her joke to not sleep with all of the strippers immediately.

Bob had called all of the girls and told them each that there was a paid meeting happening tonight, and that there was big news and big changes coming, a new owner was taking over.

There had been nine dancers working the floor regularly, to his surprise, but not all of them agreed to come. Four looked at him now, waiting on a fifth. Trixie had been the only smiling face but then again she had met him, talked with him and he felt like there was good rapport there.

The fifth girl had walked in and sat down.

Erik picked up the notebook and pen at his side and titled it “Meeting Notes,” with the exact time and date. “Okay ladies and gentleman, I don’t know how to do this officially but this is as real as it gets. As you all know now, David passed away and left me the club,” a ripple of emotion passed through the tiny crowd, “and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. After contacting a lawyer today I’ve gotten the ball rolling on making everything in my name. With my unexpected take over, I’m sure there are many questions. Now is the time to ask them.” Erik stopped talking and gestured with both hands to them, offering them the floor.

“Who are you, like, will you tell us about yourself?” a red haired girl asked. Her voice made him think of an out of tune violin.

“My name is Erik. I’m twenty-five and I used to work for a call center in town. I’ve only been in a strip club a few times in my life, and only this one once before, after I found out I owned it. I took a year off from high school before college and that was seven years ago, and still haven’t started college.” he finished with a laugh.

The red head nodded her head, satisfied with his answer.

Another girl spoke, “What do you plan to do differently?” She was a thicker bodied girl in grey sweat pants and hooded sweater. Her eyes were like ice blue lights.

“Well,” Erik began, “I intend to hire more help. That will be a huge benefit I think. I also intend to remodel. I want to take care of you all in the hopes that you will take care of the customers.”

The was a wave of approval from them all. A voice he didn’t recognize said “Hell yeah.”

Trixie spoke next, “How are ya gonna remodel?” her southern accent was loud and clear in the open space.

“That’s where I need the most input,” Erik held up his notebook, “here’s the God’s honest truth. David neglected you, this building, and himself. But he made money. So, I’m going to invest back into you, this building and this business. Tell me what needs fixing.”

“Can we get somethin’ done about them rooms upstairs?” a new voice said. This one was Hispanic in nature and Erik saw she had tan skin with dark brown hair in a folded ponytail and eyes dark as chocolate.

“Yes,” he said immediately, “what do you want done?”

“I don’t know, but it looks shoddy as hell up there and I don’t like it.”

Erik made sure to look directly at her then run his eyes over them all. “I’ve not been around this kind of thing much, but I know what could happen in a set up like that. If you ladies want privacy, I’ll give you privacy; if you want open, I’ll give you open. I’ll get a contractor in here to fix all of that up in one way or another.”

A murmur came from them but no one said anything specific. He waited for someone to speak up about the rooms upstairs. No one did. He had plans for it but he didn’t want to ignore Amber’s advice of listening to them tell him what he needs.

“Bob, what do you need to make life easier?”

Bob looked at him suddenly, eyes bulging. He pressed his lips together hard and his head twitched to one side then he said, “A second barkeep would be the best thing. Even someone I had to train would be good. I think the biggest thing you could do is just hire more people. We need security and bartenders and drink girls and dancers. You have the business, you don’t have the help.”

Erik wrote down his first note. Hire more help. “Okay, do any of you know anyone who would be willing to fill these positions reliably? I don’t want to go through a dozen doormen, I want two guys who can screen the customers and take out the trash. I want to hire someone for the bar that will survive the rushes and can fetch beers. Even two people-.”

Bob jumped in, “We have a kitchen, you could start serving food if you got stuff coming in and got a cook,” he started shaking his head, “I just can’t do it all.”

“What do you want to do Bob? If you could pick your job here?” Erik asked.

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“What’s wrong?” Felicite asked.

“I’m just…” Raoul mumbled. “Eh, I’m just nervous when I’m with a girl I’ve never been with before.”

Raoul lay atop the petite, short woman under him in a gentle embrace. The two young software engineering students were lying in Felicite’s bed; the small one-room apartment was full of computers, gadgets and video games.

“Have you been with anyone else?” Felicite grinned.

Raoul grinned. “Oh, a few.”

Outside, it rained harder. Of course, Felicia thought, it was fairly predictable that two computer geeks would end up naked in a bed in a day like this…

Felicite grinned. Both of them were drawing close to 19 years. She wasn’t sure if Raoul was telling the truth here, but then again, she wasn’t sure if Raoul was going to believe what she was going to tell him. He didn’t seem to be like a boastful type. And she wasn’t a boastful girl.

“Well, there’s no problem then, is there?” Felicite grinned. “I’ve only been with a few guys.”

“Really?” Raoul said and blushed a bit. “I… I’ve only been with two girls, actually. I was with this girl when I was 16. And I tried to be with this other girl a month ago. But that didn’t go too well.” Raoul seemed to blush a bit. “I’m… not really that remarkable.” Then he held is head up again. “Let’s not let that slow us down, okay?”

Felicite smiled. “Nah, I like you.” She grinned. “You’re pretty cute.” Raoul wasn’t too remarkable physically, but he kept upbeat face and he was fairly skinny; Felicite’s eyes had been caught in his agility, and it was fairly sure that he was going to show some of that agility now…

“Well, I’m actually not exactly prettiest of girls either…” Felicite said then. “Went with this geeky guy when I was 15. And by the time my parents moved and I got to another school, there were a lot of far more popular and pretty girls in my class for the guys to choose from. I only got lucky in parties.” She grinned. “Actually, you remind me a lot of my first boyfriend. …not that it has to mean anything.” Felicite laughed a bit nervously.

Raoul grinned. “Nah, you’re a pretty girl all right.” He kissed Felicite on the lips and brushed her long, remarkably fluffy chestnut curls. He gently removed Felicite’s oval glasses and placed them on the nightstand beside the bed.

“I just wonder—” Felicite began, but was interrupted by Raoul, who kissed konuşanlar izle her right breast and fondled the right. “Ummmh… well, I guess you like my boobs.” She gently patted and brushed Raoul’s short blond hair.

Raoul grinned and fondled Felicite with both of his hands, kissing her neck. “Oh, huge boobs are overrated.”

Felicite squirmed under Raoul as he kissed her, her breath trembling as her lover’s sweet kisses excited her. So he cared about her, *and* was a fine lover… She sighed happily. She could feel Raoul’s cock grow harder against her as the two joined in a French kiss, her own excitement growing even further.

Raoul grinned as he finished the kiss and felt a tap on his shoulder; Felicite had managed to dig a box of condoms from the crack behind her mattress.

Raoul rolled aside. “A shy girl’s always ready for guys, though?”

“Nah, I bought these just for you, silly,” Felicite replied. With a modest, playful grin, Felicite took a condom and unwrapped it.

“I was just kidding,” Raoul said while Felicite rolled the condom on his cock.

“Yeah, I knew that,” Felicite said.

“So what do you want—” Raoul said, but didn’t get too far. With Raoul lying in his back, Felicite had knelt on top of her legs and taken his cock in her mouth, giving it some slow sucks first. “—oh, I guess that’s what we could do,” Raoul continued.

Felicite went licking Raoul, with slow long strides, her tongue rocking along the underside of Raoul’s cock.

Raoul breathed faster as Felicite took some speed, holding to the end of the condom with her right hand and gently holding Raoul’s balls with the other. Her tongue went a bit wilder, stopping sometimes to play with Raoul’s tip, Felicite’s own excitement growing harder and her breath growing faster.

In less than a minute, Raoul groaned. “Oh! Mmm…”

The strawberry-scented, latex-clad cock throbbed hard against Felicite’s cheeks and tongue.

“Mmm”, Felicite mumbled. She sighed happily as she let him out, enjoying the sight of Raoul’s cock wrapped tight in a condom, throbbing hard, more cum flowing to the tip of the condom.

“Oh, that was good,” Raoul said.

“Yea, pretty fun, pretty fun,” Felicite said cheerfully as she pulled the condom off of Raoul and slapped it next to her pillow. “But I guess you can do better than that!”

“Oh, kulüp izle I can,” Raoul said.

Felicite scampered back to Raoul’s side and smiled to him as he rolled on top of her. Again, he covered her with his embrace, kissing her neck and breasts, playing with her hair.

“I really like you, you know that?” Raoul said.

“And I like you,” Felicite said.

“I’m going to stick to the same classes as you, if you don’t mind,” Raoul said.

“I’ve got to think about what I say about that,” Felicite said. She smiled. Not much to think of, but still…

More kisses followed. In no time, the young man was hard again.

Raoul get up for a brief moment, leaving Felicite on her back, panting hard and smiling goofily at Raoul.

“You seem definitely ready,” he said with a grin as he rolled another condom on him.

“Oh yeah, giving head makes me hot,” Felicite said.

Raoul crawled on top of Felicite again and kissed her. “That is always nice.”

Raoul raised her hips and guided himself to Felicite’s pussy. Felicite drew a good breath as Raoul’s hard cock sank in her all the way.

“Mmm, you’re nice and tight and hot,” Raoul said as he began thrusting.

Felicite clung to Raoul and wrapped her legs around him. She began rolling her hips to his rhythm, brushing his hair as he kissed her neck.

Raoul’s thrusts were long. Felicite bit her lip, trembling and shivering as Raoul sank into her again and again. The young man was eager… so eager to make love to her. Her jaw fell open as Raoul kissed her lips before getting a little bit up. Felicite fell limp, letting Raoul hug and embrace her.

Then, just as sudden, in just a few minutes, Raoul’s thrusts faltered. He shoved his cock all the way in her for one last time.

“Ohhh my… God… Mmmh!” Raoul groaned.

“Mmh!” Felicite felt Raoul’s cock throb in her. “You do cum a lot…”

“Oh, mh, yeah, I guess”, Raoul said as he withdrew from Felicite.

As Felicite lay in excited daze, she saw Raoul throw the condom beside her next to the previous condom.

Raoul began kissing Felicite again, and Felicite eagerly rolled atop Raoul, making it pretty clear that things weren’t going to be left here.

Felicite bit her lip again, giving Raoul a playful smile. “If you can make me come, I’ll definitely let you come to the same lady voyeur izle classes as me,” she said, rubbing Raoul’s cock.

“That’s a bit… flimsy, don’t you think?” Raoul said.

“Nah, I’m *completely* sure you’ll make me come.” Felicite said and laughed. “Just one condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Monday, Wednesday, Friday – more fucking. Saturday, Sunday – even more fucking.”

“Not Tuesday and Thursday?” Raoul said and grinned.

“We’re just poor students, right? Can’t spend all money on condoms.”

Raoul was hard again. Felicite went sitting on Raoul’s legs, smiling mischievously as she took another condom and unwrapped it on him. With not much ado, she got up and lowered herself on him, slowly letting him slide in her again.

Felicite rode slowly first, her hands resting on Raoul’s chest. She kept a slow pace, her breath trembling a little bit as Raoul’s cock slid in her again and again.

She then rode a little bit faster.

Raoul groaned a bit.

“Oops,” Felicite said and Raoul felt his cock slip out of Felicite. Felicite smiled as she quickly put Raoul back in her and kept going.

Felicite arched back a little bit and breathed harder. She rode a little bit faster, slowly but surely nearing her peak.

Felicite lay down atop Raoul, rubbing her body against his, the feeling of rubbing her breasts and her clitoris against him energising her to the fullest. She took even faster pace, her lower body rolling around as she let Raoul sink in her again and again, each stride also brushing her clit sweetly..

And then, the sweet bliss hit her.

“Oh… oh… GOD…” Felicite cried.

She throbbed hard, her thighs twitching against Raoul’s sides, energies arcing in her as she was almost unable to breathe. She labourously continued to ride for a few moments.

“Gnnnh!” Raoul groaned. Felicite felt Raoul’s throbs join hers and she almost felt his legs twitch behind her.

Felicite kissed Raoul again, raising her rear just enough to let Raoul slip out of her. She took the condom off of him. Felicite embraced Raoul for a while and then turned his attention to the pile of condoms by the pillow.

“Mm, just look at them, just look at them,” Felicite said. She took the third condom and held it hanging, letting the cum inside it pool together.

“Why the strawberry flavour?” Raoul asked.

“Um, the store didn’t have anything else,” Felicite said. “I like them, though.”

“Okay…”

“Still two condoms left in the box,” Felicite said and grinned a bit.

“Eh, maybe, but don’t you think this is enough sex for one night?”

“Do *you* think so?” Felicite said and laughed.

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Dear readers,

Thank you so much for your comments and feedback on this story so far. Greatly appreciated!

FYI – There are three previous chapters to this story, and while I think this chapter could stand on its own, you might enjoy it more if you understand the context from the first three chapters.

Big giant THANK YOU to aussie_101 for making the process of editing far more enjoyable than it should be.

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Expanding Horizons – Chapter 4

After the limo ride, Keira and Nico are both flushed and grinning madly. The hotel lobby and front desk are crowded and busy as they check in. While walking toward the elevator, Keira silently prays it will be empty when it arrives. Unfortunately a group of other guests gathers in front of the elevator.

They crowd in with the others, and as the elevator ascends, they can’t take their eyes off each other. Keira’s body is humming like she’s got pins and needles all over.

In the hotel room, as soon as the door is closed they both drop their bags and practically launch themselves at each other. She tilts her head up to kiss him as he captures her mouth with his lips, her body with his arms. His tongue seeks hers immediately. His hands slide around behind her, gripping her ass tightly and pulling her closer to grind against his hardness.

She presses every part of her body against him, and moans as she melts into his kiss. Their hands travel over each other, moving almost frantically, exploring every inch. They start tearing at each other’s clothes simultaneously.

After many long minutes, she whimpers as he pulls away from the kiss, leaving her breathless. He steps back, looking her over appraisingly.

She looks confused. ‘What is he doing? Why is he stopping?’ she wonders.

“Take your clothes off,” he says softly but firmly.

“I will if you will,” she replies playfully with a sly smile, stepping closer to him again.

He takes a step back and smiles mischievously at her, then his look turns thoughtful, serious.

“Keira, we have a unique opportunity here. I mean, we could just tear our clothes off and fuck frantically right now, and I’m sure that would be amazing.” He smiles broadly and she does in return, but she still looks confused.

“But we’ve shared so much with each other about our desires and fantasies. There are so many things we’ve wanted to do. Now we can. You told me you have submissive tendencies. Hell, you told me you want to be dominated.” He smiles and takes a deep breath.

Keira nods slowly, comprehension starting to sink in.

“Trust me, Keira, I would never hurt you. I only want to give you pleasure. We can help each other live our fantasies. Give yourself to me and discover how much you enjoy it.”

Keira’s eyes go wide with fear and excitement. Her heart rate speeds up and she suddenly feels so nervous. This is exactly what she thought she wanted. Deep down she knows she has desperately desired this for many years. But now, presented with the opportunity, she finds herself hesitant, afraid to give up control, to give herself to him completely.

She feels like she’s on a precipice, about to tip over the edge. But she can see such sincerity and desire in his eyes. She somehow knows — as she knew fourteen years ago, as she has known over the past few weeks of sharing her most intimate thoughts and desires — that she can trust him completely. It seems only fitting that she experience another ‘first’ with Nico. She nods slowly.

“Ok,” she breathes, a barely audible whisper.

“If I do anything or ask you to do anything that you don’t want, just say so.”

“Ok Nico,” she says, a little more confidently. “I’m yours.”

A frisson of excitement courses through her, and a slight smile spreads across her lips as she starts to imagine the possibilities, wondering what he is going to do to her.

“Now take your clothes off,” he says sternly, but with a reassuring smile. She shivers. He notices, and a hint of amusement enters his eyes.

She complies quickly, shedding her clothes in a matter of seconds while he watches intently. She stands before him naked, her dark hair cascading around her bare shoulders, her nipples hard and erect, her chest heaving with excitement, her pussy swollen and visibly wet. The scent of her arousal is unmistakable.

He inhales deeply as his gaze travels over her appreciatively, longingly. He take a step toward her and she can see an internal struggle behind his eyes as he considers disrobing himself, but he takes a deep breath and holds himself back.

“Now, get on the bed.” his voice is low and soft, but commanding.

She sits on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge.

“No. Sit up, back there,” he says pointing toward the large mass of overstuffed pillows against the ornate headboard. As she moves, he adds, “Prop yourself up. I want to watch you.”

She catches his meaning immediately. Her eyes go wide and her face flushes as a rush of excitement, fear and embarrassment runs love never lies poland izle through her.

She piles the pillows up and positions herself leaning back against them. Looking up at him, her eyes betray both her excitement and her self-consciousness. He stands at the end of the bed, still fully clothed, and smiles to reassure her.

“How do you pleasure yourself when you’re alone? Where do you start?”

He knows how she starts. She’s told him in many recent conversations.

“My nipples,” Keira whispers, as a chill runs through her, and her face and chest get redder with her embarrassment at what he is asking.

“Mmmm, yes. Then start there,” he says as his lust-filled smile crosses his face again and his eyes glitter with excitement and fascination.

Keira looks into his eyes and sees his gaze travel over her. His eyes are dark and predatory. She runs her hands wantonly up her stomach, over the swell of her breasts, and runs her palms across her nipples. They’re already taut peaks with the excitement of the moment. With her eyes fixed on Nico’s, she gently pulls at both nipples and rolls them between her thumbs and index fingers. She arches her back and writhes, moaning in pleasure as a jolt of pleasure courses through her body.

Nico’s resolve falters and a low hiss escapes him. She can see his cock straining in his pants. She can see him struggling to stay at the end of the bed.

Pinching and pulling at her nipples harder, she stares at his beautiful face through her heavy lidded eyes, the sensations growing stronger as they course through her. Looking at him as he watches her is one of the most exciting things she’s ever done, and she knows the fun has only just begun.

She bends her knees up and allows her legs to fall open, revealing her pussy in all its red, swollen splendor. His eyes widen as they are drawn to the space between her legs. He breathes deeply and another hiss escapes him. He sits deliberately on the end of the bed, adjusting his pants which appear to be painfully tight at the moment.

“Go on now, touch yourself. I can see how wet you are. I know you want to,” he tells her with his roguish grin. “Don’t hold back. Don’t try to be quiet. You know you like to make noise. I want to see you and hear you.”

She gasps again, releasing a little moan as she exhales. He smiles wickedly at her as he watches her right hand glide down from her breast, across her stomach slowly, ever so slowly. His gaze darts from her eyes to her hand to her pussy and back again, over and over, like he can’t decide where to look. Eventually she notices that his gaze mainly sticks to the path of her hand as it inches lower and lower, reaching her mound, while she continues to pinch and roll her nipple with the other hand. Her breathing is ragged now, her skin on fire, as she watches him watching her.

She slides her hand lower, over her mound and, staring into his eyes, glides her fingers lightly over her outer lips. She gasps and again lets it out as a little moan. Then she slips her middle finger into her slippery slit. She tilts her head back and moans loudly. It’s so wet and so hot, her finger is quickly engulfed and coated in her juices. His eyes go wide and he groans as he watches her arch her back, surrendering to the sensations.

Keira slides her finger in deeper and pulls back, dragging slick wetness over her clit. She makes a sound between a sigh and a cry and shudders as her finger brushes over the sensitive spot. She rubs her clit back and forth very slowly, moaning and panting as she continues to stare into his eyes. His gaze darts back and forth between her eyes and her fingers. She can’t believe how exciting this is — having him watch her while she does this to herself. Her chest is heaving and her skin is tingling all over. She sees him leaning forward, struggling to control his breathing, struggling to keep himself in place.

“Show me how you use two hands to make yourself come,” he says, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

“Oh”, Keira gasps and her eyes go wide, partly with fear, partly with excitement. She remembers describing this to him in one of their recent chats and silently curses herself, or him. Her hands stop moving for a second.

“Show me,” Nico repeats more sternly, his mouth quirking up into a slight smile.

“Come on,” she pleads, panting for breath. “I need you, Nico,” she tells him, looking into his eyes with ravenous hunger. “Fuck me.”

He leans forward, lust and need reflected in his own eyes. Clearly, he wants to fuck her as much as she wants to be fucked. He stands at the end of the bed. She can see that his resolve is wavering. She gives him a pleading look filled with lust and longing. Then a determined look crosses his face and he smiles wickedly at her.

“Show me, first,” he says. Quietly but firmly.

“Oh god,” she whimpers in a small voice. Looking into his eyes, panting, chest heaving, Keira complies and glides her left love off the grid izle hand down from her breast, across her stomach. She’s never done this in front of anyone. It is her most private act. She’s can’t believe she’s going to do it for him. It’s so frightening and embarrassing, and easily the most exciting thing she’s ever done. She’s sure she will climax in a matter of minutes. She’s never been so aroused.

Keira slides two fingers easily into her dripping hole. She tilts her pelvis and her right hand stills its movements on her clit as her left hand pushes deep inside. She moans long and low, and her head rolls back for a moment as her fingers connect with that perfect spot inside her, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her.

She looks back at him through heavy lidded eyes as she begins her rhythm, two fingers pulsing deep inside her, two fingers rubbing back and forth over her clit. Her fingers make wet squelching noises as they move in and out of her slippery hole. Her heart is pounding so hard it echoes in her ears. She begins moaning with each exhale.

Standing at the end of the bed, Nico watches her, breathing deeply like a predator about to strike, the tension in his body barely contained, his cock clearly straining against his pants. His gaze darts back and forth between her eyes and the movement of her hands.

He starts to undo the buttons on his shirt.

“Yes,” Keira breathes between pants, watching intently as his body is finally revealed to her, inch by glorious inch.

He continues to watch her, and she can see his chest heaving as he struggles to control his breathing. He drops his shirt to the floor, unclasps the button on his pants and pulls down the zipper quickly. Keira’s eyes are glued to the spot, waiting for his cock to be revealed. Staring into her eyes, he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pants and simultaneously pulls both down, letting them drop to the floor as well.

Keira gasps, staring as his rock hard cock springs free. Distracted, she licks her lips as she slows the movement of her hands.

“Keep going,” Nico commands, standing at the end of the bed, breathing deeply, watching her intently. His hand wraps around his cock and he starts stroking himself slowly.

“Nico,” Keira breathes between panting breaths. “I want you…in me…now!” She lets loose an almighty groan, staring at him through glassy heavy-lidded eyes.

Nico smiles wickedly. “Soon,” he breathes. “Come for me first,” he says in a low hoarse voice, staring directly into her eyes with a feral intensity. His gaze deliberately goes to her hands and back to her eyes again.

Keira whimpers, and starts rubbing her clit frantically with her right hand and pounding into her pussy with her left. If this is what it takes to finally feel him inside her, she is determined to make herself come as quickly as possible. Considering her level of arousal, she knows it will not be long. Her gaze darts between his eyes and the slow controlled movement of his hand on his cock. Nico’s eyes widen in amazement as his gaze darts between her eyes and the frantic blur of her hands.

Her chest is heaving as her breath comes out in raspy ragged pants. She starts to make a crying moaning sound with each exhalation. Within a few minutes she feels the tingly heat and pressure of her impending orgasm. Her eyes fly open wide and she cries out loudly as the first convulsions start deep within her.

Staring into his eyes while she makes herself come is one of the most intensely erotic experiences she’s ever had. Keira continues rubbing frantically on her clit with two fingers as she feels her pussy muscles clench around the fingers of her left hand. Intensely hot and tingly electrical jolts of pleasure course throughout her body, from the epicenter to the tips of her fingers and toes. She cries out loudly as her legs convulse, the muscles in her abdomen contract, her shoulders tense, everything seems to tense, and she pulls her knees up close to her chest as her body seems to want to fold in half into a near fetal position. She removes her hands as her orgasm continues to spasm within her.

Keira opens her eyes, only now realizing that she had closed them, and gasps to see Nico directly in front of her, kneeling on the bed almost between her knees.

“That was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen,” he says.

He pulls her knees apart and quickly positions himself between them, bracing his hands on the headboard on either side of her shoulders. He slides his rock hard shaft into her dripping, still spasming pussy. The sound that erupts from deep inside Keira’s chest is somewhere between a moan and a scream.

Realizing through her haze of pleasure that she finally has him inside her, she wraps her arms around his back and her legs around his ass and pulls him close against her, relishing the sensation of him filling her up again, reveling in the feeling of touching so much madoff the monster of wall street izle of his naked body once again.

“Oh god yes, finally,” she breathes, and pulls his head to hers, kissing him deeply, passionately, breathlessly. Her tongue instantly searches for and finds his enthusiastic response. They explore each other’s mouths while they pause and enjoy their joining.

As the kiss heats up, Nico rolls his hips to move within her, but can’t move far because of the grip she has on him with her legs. She smiles into the kiss and releases her legs, letting her feet fall back to the bed, her knees drape open wide, as she loosens her grip around his back and shoulders.

Nico lifts his head and looks into her eyes as he begins a slow rhythm, withdrawing slowly and pressing smoothly back inside. Occasionally he dips his head back down to plant his lips on hers, and pulls back again to gaze at her face, radiant from her orgasm, her green eyes glowing with the intensity of their connection. He smoothes her silky dark hair back from her forehead, and tenderly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her face as he continues to glide slowly, languorously in and out of her.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, and plants another long lingering kiss on her lips.

Keira wraps her legs around him and pulls him into her harder on the next thrust. They both groan as he slams against her cervix. Nico takes the cue and begins to pick up his pace slightly and Keira responds by rolling her hips up to meet his thrusts. He’s going deeper with each thrust, pushing harder, moving faster. Keira’s breathing picks up again, and small breathy moans accompany each exhalation.

The hunger burning in Nico’s eyes lights a fire in her. She is sure he can see it reflected in her own. Her need builds to an unbearable level. Patience is gone. There is only her insatiable need for him.

“Yes,” Keira breathes between pants, “Fuck me. Harder. Don’t hold back.”

Nico smiles wickedly at her. He begins thrusting harder, causing Keira to cry out in pleasure with each thrust. Waves of pleasure are coursing through her from her core, radiating outward throughout her body. She starts to feel that building tidal wave again.

She’s thrusting up each time he pulls out and pulling him back down hard with her legs, moaning loudly each time he fills her up again. He’s pumping hard into her, breathing fast and deep, slamming into her with such force. His muscles are straining with the effort. Drops of sweat form on his brow.

“Oh fuck me, Nico,” she cries, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me.”

The incredible pressure building within her breaks and a tidal wave of pleasure washes over her. Simultaneously, her muscles contract tightly around his shaft, her legs contract around him, her fingernails dig into his shoulders, and she cries out.

“Oh Nico!”

Keira closes her eyes and sees stars exploding behind her eyelids, reflecting the explosions that are going off everywhere else. Nico continues pumping hard into her, and she cries out in pure ecstasy with each thrust. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

The spasms racking her body are so powerful they’re almost painful. Finally, her clenching and moaning has driven him to his own climax. She feels his shaft contract within her and he shoots his load into her with a loud groan, followed by another. Keira clenches her muscles around him repeatedly until the twitches and spasms of his cock are spent. He collapses on top of her and although they are both panting, their lips meet.

“Keira,” Nico whispers, smiling slightly and he bends forward to kiss her again. Finally he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck and rests there a moment while their breathing slows. She can still feel him inside her and the weight of him on top of her is comforting, warm, and safe. She glides her hands over his back and shoulders, smiling contentedly.

They lie together for a long while, as their breathing slows. They don’t say anything. They simply revel in the feeling of being together, their naked bodies entwined, having finally made love again for the first time in fourteen years. She clenches the muscles of her pussy around him and he chuckles, remembering. He pulses inside her in response. She smiles, remembering.

After a long time lying together blissfully, Nico kisses her deeply and pulls back to look into her eyes. He lightly brushes a hair out of her face and stares at her like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. He kisses her again, then a mischievous gleam kindles in his eyes.

“Let’s go have a shower,” he says.

“Anything you say,” she replies with a broad, sultry smile.

The mischievous gleam in his eyes gets a whole lot more mischievous.

In the shower, Nico takes the little soap bottle supplied by the hotel and starts washing her body. He takes great care to wash first her arms, from her hands up to her shoulders, then down across the swell of her breasts. He slides his soapy hands over her nipples, making her shudder and moan all over again.

He slides his hand down across her belly, and down through the folds of her swollen pussy lips, making her jump and gasp. He chuckles, but then gasps himself as her hands reach out and begin soaping up his balls and cock. It thickens and lengthens with her attentions, and she gives it a little squeeze, making him gasp again as the hot water courses down over their bodies.

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For the next two weeks, we hardly see each other. You call in to my room occasionally, when it is your duty to do so, examine me calmly, make a few notes on my record, and leave. I have nothing but the slightest half-smile around the corners of your mouth to give me encouragement. Still, I have my slow, steady road to recovery well underway, and tomorrow is the day of my discharge. I have the strength and energy to get up and move around a little, and to take short walks around the hospital grounds. I pass my days reading, planning as to how I am going to rebuild my health and my previously active life, and of course thinking of you. You are never far away from my thoughts. I can’t help but feel disappointed that you haven’t been to see me again. We shared such a moment of beautiful intimacy. Maybe you have simply been too busy, or had to be careful. Maybe you make a habit of such visits with other patients.

My final evening then, and tomorrow back to my cold, empty, ground floor flat. I want to be out of here, I’m frustrated, tired and lonely. I want to be out of here. I am woken from my sleep, gently, persistently, by a soft finger caressing my cheek. I arouse from my slumbers with a start as hope and expectation suddenly take hope of me with rising force. Yes indeed, it is you! I am suddenly wide awake, unable to suppress a broad smile of relief.

I pause for a moment as I am greeted by that cool, gentle smile that has filled so many of my waking thoughts. You pause for a moment, and then pass me a glass of water. I take it and drink thirstily. You are sitting beside me, leaning slightly forward, legs crossed, as I guess you have been for a little while, just gazing at me.

‘How have you been?’ you ask quietly.

How do you answer a question like that? I feel the urgent need to act, to seize the moment.

‘Missing you. A lot,’ I reply. Before I can lose confidence I reach out to take your hand in my own. You do not withdraw it, instead you knead my hot, anxious fingers between your own, still gazing at me, apparently unsure of what to say.

After a short moment, you make a decisive gesture of your own. You lean back in the plastic hospital chair, kicking back the chair slightly so that I have a better view of you from my position in bed. You are sufficiently close so that I can see every detail of your dress, despite the dim glow of the lighting, but a little beyond touching distance. With the slightest shudder of anxiety you move your hands to your breasts, pushing them upwards in gentle caressing manipulations. For the first time I am able to perceive your name badge: Holly Lynch. How much could that name come to mean for me. Our eyes are once again riveted on each other. You understand full well how great are my need and longing for you. Slowly, methodically, you unfasten the buttons down the front of your pale blue blouse. There is complete silence in the stillness of our room but for the slightest rustle of fingers on cotton. Having undone your blouse to the waist, you pull it open with a bold, decisive gesture. I am treated to my first view of your wonderful breasts, proud and prominent under your white bra. God they are lovely, slightly below average in size, but of a pleasing firmness and rounded form. I take in with my whole being the wonderful white flesh of your breasts, stomach and belly. A little lock of long dark hair plays down across your ear and pale neck. You play with it for a moment, measuring me, distractedly teasing, before sweeping it back into place behind your ear.

Continuing to lean back, you spread your legs on either side of the chair, a gesture forcing your skirt to rise up to mid thigh. Your legs are lovely, firm, well rounded, and toned after several years of the intense physical labour of hospital work. The black stockings you are wearing are functional but for me only accentuate the beauty of your firm rounded thighs. With a gentle movement of your right hand, your reach up and begin to caress yourself through your functional cotton bra. I can perceive your nipples becoming hardened and aroused under the restraining cotton. Carefully, you ease each breast out of the bra. I am already quite hard now, and my throat is dry once again in the artificial heat of the room. I can sense how pleasing to you are the feel of your cool fingers against your hot breasts, as you carefully measure the weight and arousal of each one in your cupped palm. For a moment, you are lost in your own sensual desires. Remembering me, you give me a slightly coy gaze, filled with teasing curiosity, as you play the thin, supple fingers of each hand across the surface of each hardening nipple. I understand that you are implicitly inviting me to join you in your arousal, there is the slightest approval on your lips as my fingers reach down to my anxious member and I begin to caress myself through my boxers.

Your nipples are lovely, quite large and visibly darkening into a dark pink with your arousal as you allow your let the right one in izle fingers to gently pull at and tease them. The centre of each is a hardened, prominent point of desire. There is a serene calmness about you, a new aura of power and control as you raise your skirt a little further. I now have a full, uninterrupted view of your thighs, and, at their centre, your beautiful white pantied gusset, clearly outlined against the dark curvature formed by your stockings. I increase a little the intensity of my rubbing, God I’m really starting to need you. The strength and intensity of my arousal are just for you. You lift up both hands and place them on the back of your head, shamelessly offering me the beauty of your exposed breasts and thighs. Your eyes carry the relentless intensity of complete sexual control. I lick my lips slightly with desire, starting to feel a little light-headed with lust. Our eyes hold each other, a complex tango of sexual need, desire and control.

You stretch out your left leg a little and place your foot on the bedside table. Your uniform skirt is now fully raised around your waist, and I have a full and clear view of just how beautifully your white cotton panties are moulded against the supremely beautiful smoothness of your cunny. God, you are lovely, and you really don’t know just how much you are turning me on. You sit almost motionless for a short moment, your dark brown eyes gazing right into me, searching, challenging, seeking an ever deeper connection, your hands still raised above your head in that wonderful challenging yet submissive gesture. At last you speak, ‘Are you beginning to understand now Tom? How much I want you, how much you’ve been turning me on, the effort I’ve had to make to keep a grip on myself? I don’t know what it is about you…something so passionate, so controlled, and yet so vulnerable…you need to understand, I wouldn’t do this for just anybody. I do this because I want to, and because you turn me on.’

I gaze at you silently for a moment. I really don’t know what to say.

You continue, ‘So, this will be your special leaving treat. I’m going to show you just how turned on a girl can get when she really wants you, I’m going to show you just how girls come…’

As you speak, your slender fingers stray down to your mound, unable to hold yourself back any longer. You apply the lightest caresses to your upper thighs, and then back and forth across your mound. Your caresses become a little more urgent, as you press three firm fingers against your cleft. This sense of urgency continues as you suddenly reach behind you and skilfully and carefully slide down your stockings down your thighs, tossing them aside with an effortless gesture.

Your resume your masturbation, leaning back a little further in the same seated position, both to make yourself more comfortable, your leg again resting against the bedside table, and to afford me the best view possible. Greedily, your fingers slide up and down your cleft, which is now clearly outlined against the contour of the white cotton as a result of your rhythmic caresses. Still your eyes are fixed on me as you begin to employ a wider range of well-practised masturbatory movements. As well as caressing your cleft up and down, you start to make harder, more urgent circular movements around your clitty. She must certainly be erect and aroused by now. As you continue to caress yourself, I can perceive the faintest darker damp area of your arousal right in the centre of your gusset. I myself am becoming seriously turned on now, quite light-headed with erotic tension, unable to prevent myself from steadily and rhythmically rubbing my fully erect shaft.

With the fingers of both hands you stretch the cotton of your panties as tightly across your aroused cunny lips on either side of your slit as you can , your dampness over your poor hot clitty is now readily apparent. You continue the teasing, probing, firm movements of your fingertips against your aching clit and outer labia as you softly explain, ‘I haven’t changed these panties in two days Tom. I’ve slept in them, I’ve worked in them, I’ve wanked in them. They are full of my scent, my musk, all my moisture from my hot hole. Maybe you would like to enjoy them later …something to remember me by?’

Your facial expression is now more broadly humorous, taunting and challenging, you are much more sure of yourself, what you are doing and your hold over me. Wonderful, sweet dimples appear in your cheeks as you smile broadly. Leaning back, you raise both your long, shapely legs in the air, close together, as you ease off your damp white panties and toss them to the floor. You assume a new position , sitting up rather more, your legs again spread on either side of the chair, as you return to fondling your breasts for a short while with both hands, your eyes closed and head thrown back, increasingly lost in your arousal. Just leyla ile mecnun izle when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it does.

You place each of your hands under your thighs and employ them to raise up your legs, so that your knees are level with your shoulders. Your legs are held wide open, your sex positioned at the edge of the chair, as you offer yourself to me fully. The sight of your cunny is simply glorious, a thick black triangle of coarse, matted black pubic hair. I can perceive that you only trim yourself slightly, around the edges, presumably for beachwear. The thick, coarse hairs of your pussy are simply magnificent. Below them, the dark red folds of your labia, already damp with your arousal, glisten slightly in the dim light. You continue to gaze at me, but your flushed cheeks and the slight tremor in your voice betray you as you say, ‘So then Tom, how do you like my cunt? Is she hot and rich and sweet enough for you? Can you imagine just how hot and sweet and slick she is, and all because of you….tell me Tom, I want to know, have you ever had a cunthole like mine offered to you before. Tell me Tom…oh I’m sorry, maybe you haven’t understood just how hungry she is for you yet…’

With that, you place your fingers on either side of your labia and draw them open, now offering your fully exposed cunthole to me. I am greeted by the wondrous sight of the exposed, glistening pink intimacy of your vagina. Despite the dim light, I can see quite clearly the outer dark red labia, glistening with moisture, your aroused, erect, pink throbbing clit…

You purr softly, ‘This is my vagina, Tom, and now I’m going to show you just what I can do with her when the mood takes me.’

My heart is pounding, and I m close to orgasm myself as I drink in this riveting spectacle. Suddenly your expression becomes a mask of absolute intensity as you stare very hard into my eyes, willing me to take in every millimetre of your beauty.

Placing your head coyly slightly to one side, you place your practised right hand over your mound and begin to rub lightly, covering its entirety, while you continue to hold your left leg open with your left hand. You rub for a little while with steady, slow, circular motions, teasing the coarse, thick hairs between your fingers. You take your time, you want this to be a slow, deliberate, unhurried orgasm. You start to run straying, probing fingers around your labia, lightly grazing their surface, and gently pulling on them from time to time, using your fingertips to spread your juice and make your lips glisten with your arousal still further.

A dirty, wicked smile plays across your lips as you finally insert your index finger into your vagina. The movements of that probing finger are subtle and clearly well practised as you set about exploring and caressing your vaginal walls. In and out slides your finger, which you then draw up to your mouth, drawing off some of your arousal with the lightest, delicate touch of the tip of your tongue. A second finger accompanies the first as you replace it in your hole, soon both are buried up to the knuckle as they ease their way inside of you. Your masturbation becomes more urgent as you respond to your increasing need, your breath starts to come in shallow pants and your eyes, though still fixed on me, are now half-closed with desire.

With a gasp of exhilaration and excitement you murmur, ‘This is how I like to work my cunt Tom….where I can and when I can. I generally need to wank off two or three times a week, nearly always at home … in the bath ….or under the shower. But every so often the urge takes hold of me at work …and I just have to do something about it, like now…. Ooooohhhh…. It’s the long, lonely shifts that are worst … I’m still easing her up for you, making her nice and open and juicy ….oooooh like that.’

Your tone of voice becomes ever lower, more urgent, as you fight with increasingly more desperate gasps for air. Your supple fingers are vigorously working your cunt now, jamming in and out, turning, twisting and rubbing with ever increasing intensity as a third finger enters your sopping sex.

A low sensuous gasp escapes your lips as you sigh, ‘Oooooh come on baby …that’s the one….that’s the one …oh god yes …come on my love, do it for me, wank with me …. wank with me my love …show me how your lovely cock wants me, show me how much you want to come for me….eeeeuuuuhhh.’

I am right with you in the urgency of my manipulations. I yank down my shorts, exposing my right hand which is already rigorously rubbing my shaft, the head already smeared with a little escaped semen which I have worked in with my probing fingers. Your half-closed eyes glint in acknowledgement and appreciation. You are, however, now almost completely lost in your own masturbation and desire for release. As you work your sex, blatantly exposed at the edge of your chair, your knees little women izle still thrown open at a wickedly explicit angle, your toes leaning lightly against the chair rim for purchase, I am lost in sheer wonder at the skill of your manipulations. It is time for you to add a new level of arousal to your already skilled fingerwork. As the fingers of your right hand continue their urgent probing caresses, alternating between vigorous in and out movements within your vagina, at times losing themselves almost to the hilt, and external rubbing motions around and across your now soaked, tingling mound, you bring the index finger of your left hand down towards your clit.

You circle your clit very tenderly and cautiously at first. I can just perceive her, tiny but clearly aroused. As your begin to play with her with light grazing movements around and over her surface, your head moves back, your eyes tightly closed at the exquisite, teasing contact. You bite your lower lip slightly with the tension. Remembering my presence, you manage to speak in a light, whispery tone, ‘God I’m getting so hot and wet …playing just for you ….please just keep wanking for me …bring yourself off if you want …..I don’t mind….eeeeuuuuuuhhh it feels do fucking gooood….fucking good…aaaahhhh….look at me Tom…look at me while I’m frigging myself for you….want….see it all….oh god …your lovely….. strong shaft…I wan….oooooooeeeeeuuuuhhh.’

Your climax is inexorably approaching. Your left index finger is now pressed firmly to your clit in a rigorous circular rubbing motion, while the three fingers of your right hand, soaked with your arousal, continue to vigorously work your vagina with light sucking sounds each time they exit. Your breath is coming in sharp, violent pants as you valiantly attempt to continue to verbally share your arousal with me. Wondrously generous, shockingly beautiful in its intensity, your orgasm arrives as you whimper, ‘Oh nnnoooooooo……I…aaaahhhh ……ahhhhhhhh……AAAAHHH!!!’

Your finger rammed against your clit with urgent, insistent intensity, your head thrown back towards the ceiling in a gesture of ecstatic release, the shudder of violent orgasm visibly grips your whole frame.

‘Ooooohhh ….oooohhhh ……ooooohhh,’ you gasp as the spasms of your release gradually decline in intensity. Your cheeks are quite flushed, a wisp of your dark hair is stuck to your beautiful forehead with the exertion. Gradually you catch your breath.

Take your time, my love I think to myself. Words are unnecessary, I want nothing to break this incredibly intimate, beautiful moment. I simply gaze and support, patiently watching and waiting, full of tenderness and gratitude for what you have given me.

After several minutes, you raise your head and look at me with an expression at once lascivious, tender, and a little bashful. Your measure my reaction, my wonderment. There is the slightest humorous undertone in this shared intimacy between us. At last you find the strength to rise stiffly to your feet.

‘I’m not quite done yet,’ you murmur.

Methodically lifting your skirt around your waist, you carefully get on the bed and sit astride me, facing me, so that your exposed vagina is no more than a few inches from my face. This unexpected close-up view of your wonderful pussy is almost more than my light-headed, incredibly aroused state can bear. Your thick, dark matted triangle of black pubic hair, wonderfully full, and many of the lower hairs still stuck together with the juices of your arousal, taunts me in your supremely beautiful femininity. Carefully, you take the fingers of both hands to carefully part your labia for me. I can see everything. The thick, dark red labia, distended with arousal and desire. The little pool of fluid still gathered at the base of your vagina. A little of the shining wet light pink flesh of your vaginal walls, still flexing slightly with your bodily movements and your opening itself, so deep and inviting.

You are so close I can sense the very heat emanating from your vagina. The heady aroma of your arousal, exquisite, delicate, infinitely womanly, penetrates my nostrils. You gaze on my fascination, curious as to where this latest provocation will take me. You raise each of your cunty fingers of your right hand to my mouth and gently force each one between my lips, one by one. We take our time. I luxuriate over each finger, sucking and teasing each one clean with the tip of my tongue. A heavenly, lightly spiced flavour reaches my palate.

Satisfied, you withdraw from me, so that you are one again seated by my side. You ensure that your uniform skirt is still bunched up around your waist, however, and your legs are lightly parted on either side of the chair, in order to allow you to manually stimulate yourself as required as your desire takes hold of you. You reach your right hand down towards my groin, where my member still waits, the glans hardened and purple in anticipation, my shaft still quite firm and prominently veined. You lightly run the fingertips of your right hand across him as you say, slowly and deliberately, ‘Well, what have we here then? Looks as though someone’s had all play and no fun….I would hate you to think I haven’t been attending to my nursing duties properly. I’m so sorry,’ you finish matter-of-factly.

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Elise was intrigued: she had been discussing feminine matters with her friends and one of them had approached her privately and recommended a small company on Argyle Street that she claimed was the best she had ever had. When quizzed by Elise as to why, she talked around the subject but never got a clear answer. The only way was to find out for herself, right? The friend had provided a phone number and Elise had phoned and obtained an appointment very quickly, and so here we were at the door.

Elise rang the doorbell and it was opened quickly by a smart young nurse in uniform. “Miss Devereaux?” asked the nurse. Elise nodded and they proceeded to reception where Elise filled out the standard registration forms. The same nurse then escorted Elise to one of the several small clinic rooms equipped with an adjustable bed, sturdy table and a few chairs plus a special electronic machine she did not recognise. She also noted that the door was quite thick and it appeared that the whole room had been specially sound-proofed.

The nurse asked her to lie on the bed and remove her lower garments so that she could take vaginal swabs and a blood test to check for the usual range of STD’s. The nurse returned quickly and asked Elise if she wanted to wait for the results which would be soon available except for the blood test which would be the next day.

Elise opted to wait, and then broached the subject that had intrigued her with the nurse. “My friend specifically recommended you here because of some Special Services,” said Elise.

The nurse immediately took a great interest in what Elise was saying and said, “Can you please tell me who recommended you?”

Elise thought quickly and said, “Oh yes, it was my friend Edwina Chow.”

“Please wait a minute Miss Devereaux, I shall be straight back,” replied the nurse.

Sure enough, the Nurse was back in less than 5 minutes. “Yes, that is absolutely fine. Miss Edwina is registered with us as a VIP and allowed to recommend us,” continued the nurse.

“Then may I learn more about the Special Services please?” said Elise.

“The Special Services are usually handled by appointment with our Dr.Cook, but I can check if he is available if you can wait a few minutes,” replied the Nurse.

“I am in no rush, so that is just fine,” sometimes when we touch izle replied Elise.

After what seemed like an age, but probably no more than 15 minutes, the nurse returned with a very handsome young man in a white coat. “This is Dr.Cook, Miss Devereaux,” said the Nurse. “He will explain the Special Services protocol, and if you wish you can avail of it today if you have time, since Dr. Cook has no further appointments. The whole procedure takes about half an hour or so and is provided at no extra charge to our special clients like yourself,” she continued.

Dr. Cook commenced. “First thing, Miss Devereaux, is for you to sign this non-disclosure agreement form. You will automatically be registered with us as a VIP, but since some elements of our protocol are not yet approved by our profession, we cannot allow our clients to discuss our methods outside this building. The Protocol comprises a graduated set of stress tests which allow us to assess your physical and biological responses, and determine your overall sexual health. The stress tests can be stopped by yourself at any stage. I apologise for keeping you waiting but I needed your test results before being able to see you. During the test, we have a single-point electrode from the funny-looking machine over there which records your blood pressure, pulse, and body temperature. That’s about it. I will explain each step as we proceed. Do you wish to avail of our innovative Special Services Protocol now?”. Elise nodded vigorously. “Then please sign the form and we can start,” continued Dr.Cook.

The nurse presented Elise with the form which she immediately signed and handed back. Dr. Cook then said, “Excellent Miss Devereaux. Will you please now make yourself comfortable on the bed over there?” Elise dutifully went over and laid herself down on the bed. The nurse attached the electrode and switched on the machine.

Doctor Cook took a casual look at the numbers and declared all normal. “Nurse can I please have Miss Devereaux’s underwear a moment?” said the doctor. The nurse passed him Elise’s panties which she had still not put back on. Dr. Cook put them to his nose and took a deep sniff. “Superb fragrance. Please mark that as 100% on the form, nurse,” he continued. special forces worlds toughest test izle

Elise wondered what was next. She did not have long to wait. “Right. I would like to proceed to Test

,” said Dr. Cook. “This involves me making a physical check of your vagina with my fingers. Shall I proceed?” he continued.

Elise replied, “Oh yes. Please do, I would love that, but please do not use those cold rubber gloves, I like real, warm hands.” Dr. Cook realised that it was gradually dawning on Elise what the Special Services Protocol was all about. He noted a spike in her pulse and a rise in her body temperature, so he knew from experience that all was on track.

Elise was, as usual, wearing a short, flared skirt and the nurse now carefully removed it and put it aside. She lifted Elise’s legs into a big M and Dr. Cook leaned over and worked two fingers into her vagina.

Gently Dr. Cook started to finger-fuck Elise and watched as her blood pressure started to rise. The doctor then moved up to three fingers and Elise was feeling great as her juices started to flow, slurping over the doc’s fingers.

Dr. Cook continued to finger-fuck Elise until he felt her pussy starting to throb. “Nurse. Chalk up another 100% and we can move onto Test
if Miss Devereaux approves,” stated Dr.Cook. Turning to Elise he said, “Test
is our Oral Test in two parts. Oral A involves me providing you with a short cunnilingus session. Is that to your liking?” Dr.Cook continued.

“Dear Dr. Cook,” said Elise. “I can clearly see the direction these tests are heading and I approve wholeheartedly. It is beyond my wildest expectations. I have the utmost confidence in what you intend to do and how you intend to do it. To make it simple, please assume that I approve of all your tests. Rest assured if I want you to stop I shall say so,” she continued. The nurse beamed and Dr. Cook proceeded.

Dr. Cook now pulled Elise towards him, burying his head between Elise’s legs, and licked her pussy up and down. Tug after tug on her large wings and sucking her prominent clit followed by deep tongue fucks. Elise made loud cries and the nurse bent forward and French-kissed her. All pretense of Tests evaporated as Dr.Cook hoffman family gold izle warmed to his cunnilingus.

Dr. Cook now moved to Elise’s head and pulled down his elastic-waisted pants and boxers. He slid his pulsing dick between Elise’s lips and she sucked hard. The nurse moved around and continued the tongue-fuck that Dr.Cook had abandoned.

Suddenly the overhead monitor sprang to life and displayed many clips of possible fucks that could be enjoyed under Special Services.

Elise looked up and saw a clip of a 69 with a patient and the nurse on the table, patient on top, with Dr. Cook fucking the patient doggy. THAT was hers. THAT was what she wanted and needed, THAT was what she was here for, and when Dr. Cook popped the question regarding her choice, she knew exactly what her answer was. It was even named 69 DOGGY! Done. Now to do it!

Everybody knew the routine which was clearly well established. Even the reason for the soundproofing became clear. The nurse was wearing a short skirt too, and no panties. She headed for the table and lay flat, face-up, hitching up her skirt. Elise knelt over her head just as she did with Jacques, and buried her head in the nurse’s crotch. The nurse pulled Elise down until her tongue slipped inside Elise’s hot cunt.

Dr. Cook was immediately on hand and eagerly working his dick over the nurse’s face towards the hot wet cunt he was searching for. His dick was hard, hot and erect and slipped easily into the wet pinkness between the bushy hair. His hands slipped under Elise’s boob tube and grasped her pendulous orbs.

Soon the magic slap slap music was cascading around the room and mixing with the ecstatic screams from Elise. The doc. shot load after load after delivering a hard rough fuck which Elise loved. Elise sank happily back onto the nurse’s face for the slurp slurp clean-up. What a day!. What Services! And now she was a VIP!

Elise left the clinic and headed East along Argyle Street to Waterloo Road, down Waterloo Road, and then left from Waterloo Road into Nathan Road to head for Star Ferry. She felt great after her Special Services and hummed a little ditty as she strode along, to the melody of London Bridge Is Falling Down:

“Doctor Cook knows how to fuck, how to fuck, how to fuck. Doctor Cook knows how to fuck, my fair lady. Get his dick and stick it up, stick it up, stick it up. Get his dick and stick it up, my fair lady.”

“My God we are already at the YMCA…maybe I can drop into Yue Hwa Chinese Emporium just round the corner there to the right before heading home”, she surmised. “I would like to send something special to Dr. Cook and book my next visit. Whom could I recommend for Special Services?”

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Writers note: The eight chapter of my story about Pam whom I had affair with back in 2001. All the events here actually happened. This chapter brings this part of the story to a close but the tale is far from finished. It is a little shorter than some of the other ones. As before there is some bathroom play. Keep the comments coming! Two more chapters of this story are waiting to be told so stay tuned.

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All too soon it was the last day that we were going to be able to get together. I knew it was going to be very difficult for both of us and in a way I was hoping that she would have wanted to call it off. But she didn’t and I knew that she was in so much pain over all of this, that my calling it off would have been devastating for her. Her last day of work had been the previous Friday. A few of the nurses she worked with including Kathy took her out for a good-bye party at a bar. Pam called me at the office that Saturday. I had told her that I was going to be in there working on a programming job. She said it was very nice but very sad. Her and Kathy were the last ones to leave and they cried a lot.

Her husband was giving her a lot of grief as well. He left the job of packing the house to her and the kids. Even when he was there at night, all he would do is complain about how much wasn’t getting done. Her comment on all of this was, “I told him that he had better plan on spending some of his money and have people there to put stuff away. I’ll do my clothes and the kids clothes, but that is it. The pile of boxes can sit there until hell freezes over.”

She had told me on Monday that her period had started. Her comment was, “of all the damn weeks for this to happen.”

I said, “it doesn’t bother me.”

She answered, “I know. But still.”

She also told me during our Tuesday ICQ chat that she was going to try very hard not to cry, no matter what. But I knew that was going to be very difficult for her and for me as well.

The sun was shining that morning but being the middle of December the weather was cold. Pam had told me that she could get there for 9:00 AM and could stay until 2:00 PM. I called and made the arrangements with the motel ahead of time. I got there around 8:50 AM, paid for the room, then drove up and got it ready. 9:00 AM came and went. I was starting to think that maybe she wasn’t going to show up but around 9:20 AM she pulled up.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she got out of her car, “there was an accident and I got stuck in traffic.”

“That’s okay,” I said as she walked in the door, “I’m just glad that you are here.”

We kissed and she walked over to the table and set down her purse. I watched as she pulled off her coat and set it on the chair. She reached her purse, pulled out the tube of lube and something that was blue and folded up. Pam closed her purse and turned towards me. She had on the same sheer blouse and denim skirt that she had always worn and as she had done the past few weeks, the blouse was completely unbuttoned and opened, and only the top button of the skirt was closed which gave me a clear view of her pubes. I walked over to where she was standing and put my arms around her.

We kissed and I asked, “no hairbrush?”

She smiled, shook her head a little, and answered, “I decided to give it rest. I’m back to being a little afraid of it. Besides, your hand works just as good.”

I laughed and we kissed again. I slid my right hand inside of her blouse and started playing with her left breast. My right hand moved down and started stroking her pubes. She pulled her head back and looked me in the eyes. As I slid my hand deeper in between her legs to her clit, the fingers on my hand that was holding her breast tightened gently around her nipple. I started playing with them. Her breathing got heavier as the feelings took hold of her. She pulled me back into a kiss and we kept kissing until she climaxed. She brought her cheek next to mine and I kept on playing with her.

Pam starting making, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” noises then cried out, “oh my God!” as the next orgasm grabbed her.

I moved my hands around her in a tight hug as she shook. We kissed again. I moved my hand back around and undid the button at the top of her skirt. At the same time her hands went to my pants belt, then the catch at the top and finally my zipper. As I removed her skirt and dropped it on the chair, Pam slid her hand inside the top of my underwear and started playing with my cock. I resumed playing with her clit as well. It wasn’t long before she had another hard orgasm. We kissed for a while then finished getting undressed.

Pam picked up the folded blue item and opened it. It was one of those absorbent pads like they use in a hospital. She said, “I got a box of these years ago to catch diaper leaks when the kids were little. If you want to, but it’s going to be a mess.”

I replied, “we will see. Maybe later.”

She said, “okay,” and put it back on the table. She got the lube, went into the bathroom, snowpiercer izle got a hand towel, and placed them both on the bed. I walked over to the bed as well. We stood there and kissed for a while. She asked quietly, “I’m not going to tell you how many or how hard, just please make it feel good?”

I answered, “I will Pam.”

I sat down on the side of the bed and she knelt across my knee. The first ten spanks were like I always did, not real hard and I played with her in between each spank. I rubbed her clit to an orgasm after the eighth one and gave her the other two, as she was cumming.

She didn’t make much noise as I was spanking her, just a loud, “oh yes!” as she came.

The next twenty I did a little differently than I had before. Each one was hard, but this time I waited close to a minute before delivering the next one. I started off alternating cheeks but then started hitting the same cheek twice in a row in the same spot. Pam was breathing heavy and I kept looking down at her face but she wasn’t crying.

After the eighteenth one, I asked her softly, “should I finish this or go for ten more?”

She looked at me and replied, “ten more, please?”

I gave her the next two and let her rest for a little. I was lightly stroking her back and her ass cheeks as I waited. Finally I started in on the last ten. I could tell that she was fighting hard to hold back the tears.

As I was sitting there after the eighth spank, I said, “just let it go Pam. Let it go.”

I delivered a very hard slap to her left cheek. She let out a shriek and started crying. I waited as I had been doing and gave her the last slap just as hard to her right cheek. Again she shrieked and the crying got harder. I let go of her arm and released her legs. She lay there for a while crying and then slowly stood up. She leaned forward and kissed me.

“Thank you,” she softly said, then she laughed a little and went on, “damn that was nice!”

I just smiled as I crawled on the bed and she followed me. We lay side by side, kissing and touching. She was really fired up from the spanking and would climax with just a few strokes of her clit. I played with her cunt lips and asshole as well.

After about ten minutes of this I said, “whenever you are ready dear.”

She laughed and replied, “I’ve been ready.”

I thought that she was going to get on her knees but instead Pam reached up and grabbed one of the pillows. She rolled on her back, folded it in half, lifted her ass of the bed, and slid it back under it. She grabbed her knees and pulled her legs way back. I got the lube and knelt between her legs. I lubed her asshole and then my cock. I put the tube down and wiped my hand off. I moved in close and pressed the head of my cock right at her asshole. I leaned forward a little and slowly pushed in. I got in about two inches and waited a little. I leaned forward and kissed her.

She smiled and said, “fill her up!”

I laughed and gently pushed my cock all the way into her ass. We lay like joined like that for a few seconds then I started slowly screwing her. I had one hand on her breast and was playing the nipple as well. I would lean down and suck on it from time to time. She would start building to a climax and I would pick up the pace just enough to bring her over the top. Each one was very hard. After the first one she let go of her legs and wrapped them behind my ass and placed her arms went around my neck.

This went on for fifteen minutes and I asked her, “is your ass getting sore?”

“Not at all,” she replied, “not at all.”

I did stop and put some more lube on my cock. I started back up and we screwed for another five minutes.

Pam said, “when ever you are ready.”

I kissed her and I started screwing faster with long strokes and she started tensing up from her impending orgasm. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I pushed back in all the way as I pumped the first shot into her.

That was all she needed and she climaxed again very hard, this time with a loud, “Fuck!”

I fired the next two blasts of sperm without moving and then went back to a slow screwing motion as she came down from her orgasm. I pushed back in deep and we lay there kissing as my cock slowly shrunk down and slid out of her ass.

She smiled and said, “damn that was really nice!”

I laughed and said, “I love you.”

She looked me in the eye and replied, “I love you too.”

We kissed for a while and I got off of her.

“I am going to wash off, ” I said.

She said, “let’s go pee and wash off in the shower.”

I replied, “okay.”

She rolled off the pillow and then got off the bed. I got off from the other side. She walked over to her purse and got a Tampax out.

“I had better change this one,” she said as we walked into the bathroom. She went over to the toilet and set it on the back. She said, “get in the shower, I’ll be right in.” So I did and a few seconds later heard so help me todd izle the toilet flush and Pam walked into the shower. She had a bar of soap with her from the sink. She said, “I didn’t put the other one in so it’s going to be messy.”

I smiled said, “so what?”

She laughed and moved up really close to me. She put her left arm around my neck to steady herself and lifted her right leg. She placed her right hand under her knee to get it up high. I pressed in even tighter, grabbed my cock with my right hand and pressed it into her slit.

“Deeper,” she said softly.

So I moved in farther so that it was right at her cunt. We kissed, she started to pee and I did the same. I rubbed my cock head around in her cunt. She pissed for a long time. We kept on kissing after we were both done. I pulled my right hand out and placed my left hand on her cunt. I slid two fingers inside of her cunt and started to finger fuck her.

As she got close to cumming I pressed my thumb on her clit. Pam pulled her mouth off of mine let loose with a loud “yes!”

Since I already had her going I kept working her cunt and clit for two more orgasms. I pulled my hand out and she let her leg down. She kissed me again then turned and started the shower running. I washed my hands off under the water and then I got the soap and washed her off between her legs. I handed her the soap and she washed my cock off.

“Turn around,” she asked, which I did. I felt a soapy hand start sliding up and down my ass crack and then finger press against my asshole. She slid her other soap-covered hand to my cock. Her finger pressed in deep inside of me and she started playing with my cock. She was nibbling at my neck and ear with her lips. Even though I just came, it didn’t take too long before my cock was semi-hard again.

After a few minutes I said, “turn around and bend over.” She did this and I rinsed the soap off my cock before I turned off the water. I pressed my cock against her cunt and pressed in.

“Oh yes,” I heard her say. I screwed her with hard and fast strokes. She screamed, “fuck!” and climaxed. I kept on pounding. Her cunt was very slippery and while I could have came I decided to save it for later. After she climaxed two more times, I pulled out of her. She asked, “aren’t you going to cum?”

I replied, “not now. We still have plenty of time.”

“Okay,” she said as she straightened up. I turned the water back on as she turned back around and we washed each other’s parts off. I turned off the water and she backed out of the shower and went over to the toilet. I got a towel and started drying off as she wiped herself and put the Tampax in. I handed her a towel and dried her back off with mine. She did the same to my back and we walked out of the bathroom got back on the bed.

Pam said, “gee, I guess they aren’t coming here anymore,” and pointed to the other room. We hadn’t heard the screamer from the other room the past few weeks that we had been there.

I replied, “I guess not.”

I looked at the clock and it was only around 11:00 AM. We lay there on our sides for an hour kissing and touching. Talking a little but not saying a whole lot. I sat up and laid down to where I was looking at her cunt. She lifted her leg and I moved my head in to suck on her clit. I felt her lips close around my cock and she started sucking it. This went on for a while then she climbed over me and I got on my back. We continued to sixty-nine from that position. She hadn’t climaxed at all, I was just going gently enough to hold her close to the edge.

I got the lube and squirted some on my finger, which I buried deep in her asshole.

She stopped sucking and said, “hand that to me.” I did and a few seconds later felt her lubed finger slide into my asshole. She wiggled it a few times and I heard her giggle as she started sucking me again.

It didn’t take long for Pam to climax and it was very hard from all the built up passion. She pulled her head off of my cock and screamed. She shook hard and then came again almost immediately. I stopped both my fingering and my licking to give her a little time to recover. I felt her lips wrap around my cock and I resumed what I was doing although a little gentler. It took longer for her to climax but again she had back to back ones. I would wait until she settled down and then go back to my licking and fingering. This went on for about 15 minutes.

Pam said, “one these times I’m going to bite you!”

I laughed and replied, “you are doing fine. Why don’t you get off and let me finish inside your ass?”

She said, “no. I have a better idea.” I slid my finger out of her ass and she pulled hers out of mine. She stepped off to the side and switched around so that her face was at mine. She kissed me and straddled me. She rubbed her cunt up and down my cock a few times then moved down between my legs. I opened them wide and I felt her finger push into my asshole again. She sokağın çocukları izle wrapped her other hand gently around the base of my cock. I looked down at her as she said, “I hope that you aren’t in a big hurry.”

I smiled and replied, “not at all Pam. Take all the time you want.”

She moved her mouth over my cock and started to suck it. She wasn’t kidding about taking her time. I’ve said before how good Pam was with her mouth, but this time she really outdid herself in that department. She would get me right to the edge of coming and then would slow back down until I relaxed again. She was at for at least ten minutes. I knew that I was going to shoot a damn big load by then.

She stopped for second, looked up at me, and said, “I love you.”

I replied, “I love you too Pam.”

She resumed sucking me and this time, her fingers tightened around my cock. There was no turning back at that point. I fired three hard shots of sperm into her mouth and there were a couple of after throbs as well. She let go with her hand and I felt her finger slide out of my ass. But she kept on sliding her mouth up and down my cock as it got softer and kept it there for a few minutes afterward. She was gently licking it with her tongue.

She pulled her head up and said with a smile, “that was a really big one.”

I laughed and replied, “it was all your fault!”

She laughed as well and climbed back on top of me. Again she sat her cunt down on my cock and leaned forward. We kissed for a long time. She pulled her head back and looked me in the eye for a few minutes without saying anything. I knew how bad she was hurting inside. Then she leaned over and pressed her cheek next to mine and we lay like that quietly. She climbed off and like we had done before, we spent another hour kissing and touching. I fingered her to a few more orgasms but they were quiet ones.

It was around 1:15 PM when she said with a little laugh, “I have to pee again.”

I replied, “I might have a little.”

She asked, “but before we do, how about ten more spanks?”

I looked at her and answered, “if you want.”

Pam pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. She moved up over my stomach. She was close enough that her ass was within easy reach of my hands. She kissed me and then placed her head along side of mine.

I alternated hands and cheeks as I spanked her. They were hard slaps and I waited a long time in between each one. She would bring her head up and kiss me for a while and then rest again along side of my face.

After the eighth one she whispered, “use both hands for the last two.”

I said, “I will,” and waited a few more seconds. I brought both of my hands down hard on her ass. She jumped a little but she didn’t make a sound. I was expecting her to start crying but she didn’t.

Instead she laughed a little and said, “you can do better than that.”

I replied, “you will have bruises tomorrow.”

She pulled her head up and kissed me. She smiled and rested it again along side of mine.

I waited and waited. Finally I pulled back and slapped her as hard as I could from that position.

“Fuck!” she said quietly, then added, “thank you.”

I replied, “you are welcome Pam.”

We kissed for a little while and she got off of me. We got off the bed and like before she got another Tampax out of her purse.

“Might as well do it right,” she said with smile.

We repeated the fun we had in the shower before except that my cock wasn’t going to stay up long enough to screw with. But that was okay. We went back out in the room and started to get dressed. She had her bra, panties, and slip in her purse. I walked over, picked up her bra, gave her nipples one last suck and then I put it on for her. She kissed me and I went back to getting my own clothes on. We didn’t talk as we got dressed, there wasn’t a lot to say at that point. She did kneel down and tie my shoes for me like she had done before. Finally it was time to leave.

I said, “let me know that you got home okay. I will be back at the office.” We kissed one last time. I started to say, “I love you,” but she pressed her finger against my lips. She smiled and we walked out the door.

Pam got into her car and started it. I watched as she started crying. I started to walk over to her the car door but she backed out quickly. She pulled ahead a few feet and stopped. I could see that she was crying very hard but then the car started moving and she left without looking at me. I was worried. She shouldn’t have been driving, not crying that hard. I thought about trying to follow her as I got into my truck but then decided that wasn’t going to be for the best. I dropped the room key off and I headed back to my office. After I got there I took ICQ off of Away mode and waited for her to come on-line. And waited and waited. She never did and I was upset. I hoped that she was alright but I had no way of knowing for sure.

The rest of the week and the weekend went by painfully slow. I figured it would be a few days until they had the computer set up and back on-line but I sent her a quick email anyway. She had told me that she was still going to be using her same Hotmail email address.

“Write me and let me know that you are okay. Love,” was what I sent.

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“You never forget your first time…”

No, this isn’t a first-time story. But it is a true one.

Instead, I was a 26-year-old young lawyer, recently hired to work at a mid-sized law firm in Atlanta. The firm serviced wealthy families and small-business throughout the region, and staunch decorum and professionalism was the tenor of the day — and of every day.

What to make then of this text message, which was sent to me by a tall, blonde, buxom paralegal who sat two floors away on the opposite side of the building? I had asked for her help on a project — as a young associate, explaining that it was my first time handling this time of transaction and looking for her guidance. There was no doubt she was opening a door with the double entendere (single entendre?) message that popped up in a blue bubble on my iPhone.

Her name was Emily. She stood about 5’8″, with blonde hair, a cute girlish smile and piercing blue eyes — and a playful, flirtatious demeanor that was totally at odds with the office’s culture. She left at lunch to work out every day, and it showed. Although far from a stick-figure, she was trim, firm, and with womanly curves in all the right places. Especially in two places: Emily had the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. Firm, large, no doubt unnatural, but truly spectacular work. She wore tight blouses that were often low-cut, never afraid to show off these amazing works of art. Yet again, she defied all convention in a firm where the other women dressed in a manner obviously designed to conceal – rather than highlight – their gender. I had noticed Emily a few times, but had not before had the opportunity to work with her. Still, I couldn’t help but go out of my way to pass by her cubicle each morning, taking in her outfit of the day, and taking in a memory that would get me through the dull-drum of another day at my office computer, grinding out mind-numbing legal contracts, deeds, and purchase agreements. Just a glance could keep a smile on my face – and a stirring in my cock – the whole day long.

You never forget your first time…

Was I going to take the bait? There was a great deal on the line. What if my dirty thoughts and daydreams were coloring my judgment, and she didn’t at all mean to throw down a sexual gauntlet? What if things got carried away, and somebody found out? And what about my girlfriend? Yes, I had been dating for several years before moving to Atlanta to take this job. I moved to Atlanta without my girlfriend, determined to figure out what would be the next step in our relationship (or break-up?) after I got settled into the new town, new job, and new scene.

You never forget your first time…

Fuck it. I typed out a reply: No, you sure don’t. But you get better with practice.

With a moment of trepidation — my job, my career, my relationship, flashing before my eyes — I let the horny voice in my head take over and hit “Send.” A blue bubble popped into my chat history and then the infamous – and impossible – three dots, indicating she was preparing a reply.

“Practice is always fun,” appeared in her blue bubble. And my cock, already half-hard, flooded with blood and grew uncomfortable in my boxers and suit pants. I knew it right then: I was going to fuck Emily.

I summoned her to my office and asked her to bring some contract templates. It was early in the morning, and so I had not yet made my daily pass by her cubicle, and this would be the first time I laid eyes on her this day. When she stood in my doorway, she took my breath away. Tall, gorgeous tanned legs jutting out of her heels, a flowery-patterned skit that fell just to the top of her knees, and a simple white t-shirt-like top, fitted tight around her full, firm breasts and down around her trim, flat stomach. Just a small amount of cleavage was visible, and she wore a pearl necklace that hung just a few inches below her throat. But most of all, she wore a confident, mischievous smile, and a look her in eyes that made it plain: she was showing off, and she knew that my jaw would drop when I laid eyes on her.

Most intriguingly, despite the incredibly tight fit of her blouse, I could make out neither the subtle protrusion of a nipple, nor the slightest hint of a bra-line. How is that possible? I stood up from my desk, conscious of the bulge she would no-doubt – on the other hand – be able to notice below my belt-buckle, and we moved to sit side-by-side around a circular wooden desk in another part of my office. As she sat down, her skirt inched farther up those tanned but still firm, milky thighs, and she looked deep into my eyes as a twinkle shone through her piercing blues.

We started to walk through the documents, and her left knee bobbed up and down as she bounced her heel, constantly distracting me and calling my attention away from the contracts. Her knee was just a few inches from my own, as once as she caught me gazing down at her holy family izle distracting, bobbing knee, I noticed inch her left knee ever closer to mine … causing a gap to appear between her legs. What I wouldn’t give for a better angle. She looked at me with a wry and playful smile and began referring me back to the contract, but then I felt it: the bobbing knee above her tapping heel suddenly started to brush against my suit pant leg. I instinctively lent my knee a few more inches, closing the gap, and then our legs made contact. The bobbing stopped, and instead she just rested her knee and part of her thigh against my own. My God…

My eyes couldn’t stay away from her tits: easily 36 DDs, maybe bigger. They stood firmly, high, proud on her chest without a hint of sag that might be expected given her thirty-five years. Her surgeon is good.

As her right hand guided me through the contracts, her left drifted below the table and grabbed my own right hand: interlacing her fingers with mine, and then bringing my hand to her knee, where she subtly raised her skirt and inserted my hand beneath it, onto the flesh just above her knee, and she let go. If ever there was an invitation. As we continued to work through the contract, I cupped the inner part of her thigh, and began slowly tracing my fingers back and forth across her flesh.

Another paralegal sat right outside my office door, and I was terrified that the door would open without the courtesy of a knock-announce, and I wondered if I would be able to extricate my hand from this compromising position in time. I didn’t care. Instead, I continue to trace my fingers along her thigh, finally working up the courage to inch higher and higher until I was about mid-way up her thigh.

“So you have a girlfriend, I hear?” she asked. The question cut me like a knife, and snapped me back to reality. What was Emily up to? Was this just a tease and a set-up, and was I going to find myself haled into the HR’s partner’s office? Was she going to threaten to call my girlfriend? She saw the panic on my face, I surmised, and quickly followed up: “Not that that’s a problem …” And, that quickly, the blood rushed from my flushed, reddened face, back to my surging penis.

She leaned her face in, offering her lips to mine, and without a moment’s hesitation I met her lips for one of the most magical kisses I’d experienced in my young life. Soft at first, our lips met, embracing briefly, then pulling away, then re-connecting. She offered her tongue out to mine, and I readily met hers with my own — playing, teasing, until we sank more deeply into a passionate dance. I brought a hand to her hip and pulled her body – still seated in the chair – closer toward mine, until her left breast pressed up against my chest. It was as firm as it appeared as it pressed tautly, through her blouse, up against my white dress-shirt.

My left hand started to drift up from her hip, along the side of her torso, until it was just below the swell of her right tit…

Knock. Knock. Knock.

In an instant, we separated and regrouped, just in time as the door opened and one of the female partners strode through. “I heard I could find you here,” the fifty-year-old woman in a plain, straight, brown skirt-suit said to Emily. I regarded her, trying to deduce if there was a hint of suspicion in her eyes. But she was all business, and quickly began barking instructions to Emily about a project she needed done immediately. “Yes ma’am,” Emily said as she stood and strode out of my office and back to her floor.

Fuck me, I thought. A few minutes later, as I gazed at our text history, I saw the tell-tale ellipses start to flicker and I knew Emily was writing me: “See you later for some practice? 😉 ” I don’t know how I was going to make it until then.

The rest of the day seemed to take forever. I sat at my desk, attempting to focus on a complex asset purchase agreement, but my mind was never far from Emily. Her smile. Her mischievous blue eyes. The swell of her breasts. The feeling of her firm abdomen under my hand, of her soft thigh under my fingers. Of her lips against mine…

As five o’clock approached, she texted again: “Is Cheryl still here?” Cheryl. The octogenarian paralegal whose desk sat outside my office. I could hear her on the phone all day barking at opposing party’s counsel. “Yes, for a while yet” I replied. “Too bad? :-P” came Emily’s response in a moment.

Our office was in a six story building, of which our firm occupied three of the floors. Upstairs, a bankruptcy firm existed in the penthouse, with their lawyers and staff almost always out the door by five o’clock. “How about an elevator ride?” Emily asked.

“Be right there,” came my response, without a moment’s hesitation.

I got in the elevator and rode up to the fifth floor, where Emily worked, and she was waiting in the elevator lobby and quickly hotel portofino izle stepped on with me. I pressed the button for the sixth floor, knowing we would be safe there, and the moment I closed the elevator doors Emily was on me. Her lips on mine, her body pressed against me firmly, crushing those spectacular tits between us. Taken by storm, it took me a moment to respond, but soon my hands were mirroring hers and roaming up and down her spectacular body. She slid one thigh between mine, and the skirt was flowing enough to allow her pussy to mount my thigh — I could feel the heat, and I thought maybe even the wetness?, through the thin fabric of my suit pant and her skirt. Meanwhile, that caused my cock to press against the very top of her thigh, near her hip, and for the first time that day I felt some sweet relief as her body writhed against my now-fully-erect cock. I was dying to get a look at those spectacular breasts, and I pulled her blouse up over them – which was no small feat – and then saw something I had never encountered before: and it was the secret to her lack of bra-line or nippleage. Pasties. Small, skin-colored cups, adhered to her massive, firm tits — concealing her nipples, without the need for a bra. So that’s how she does it. In twenty-six years, I had never seen these, and I looked at her with confusion. She laughed and peeled them each off, revealing the most beautiful areolas and nipples I had ever seen. Light pink, perfectly-centered on her large milky globes, and standing proudly at attention.

In a split-second, my mouth was taking one into my lips. It was erect, a good three-quarters of an inch (which was large, but beautifully proportioned against her 38DDs), and fit perfectly into my lips. I used my tongue to flick her nipple as it stiffened even further, and then closed my lips around to take her into my mouth – and then between my teeth, offering a teasing bite down. She moaned with pleasure as I did that, and I felt her hips continue to buck against my thigh as she ground her pussy lips against me, still separated by a few thin sheets of fabric. Not wanting to deprive a woman in need, I pulled my hips back just enough to slide a hand up her skirt, down the waistband of her panties, and to her labia … which were already soaked and slick with anticipation.

That moment is always my favorite of a sexual encounter: the first time I feel the wetness of a woman. Adrenaline surges through me as I discover physical evidence that her arousal matches my own. After just a stroke up and down her lips, I felt my finger slip inside – almost of its own volition. Fuck, she is tight, I thought, as I slid my middle finger up into her love channel. She broke her kiss as her head rocked back with pleasure, her eyes staring up at the bright lights in the elevator ceiling.

I took that opportunity to take stock of the moment. Just eight hours ago, Emily was a piece of eye candy. Now, here I was, her skirt bunched at her waist, my finger deep inside her, and her breasts hanging out with her shirt hiked up over them. I’m a lucky man.

Suddenly — the elevator door opened. What the fuck? I thought everyone was gone from upstairs? I didn’t know what to do, and – like a coward – I put my head down walked right out the front door and past the middle-aged woman who was waiting to get on… leaving Emily to rearrange her clothes and try to maintain some semblance of dignity. Who was that woman? Was she going to tell the building manager? Fuck, fuck, fuck — my career is over.

I fled to the staircase and took them down to my second-floor office where I was collecting my thoughts. “You ok?” I texted her. “Close one,” she replied, before adding an emoticon smile. “Where are you?” she followed up.

“Back in 210,” I responded.

“Is Cheryl gone?”

“Yeah, her workstation is dark,” but I didn’t think either of us would have the appetite for adventure to continue our tryst.

“See you there ;-)” came Emily’s reply.

A few moments later, a knock at my door, and there she was again. All put back together. I stood to meet her at the door, and she pressed me against the wall and continued our kiss. She put her hands on my shoulders after a moment, and began to push downward. That’s usually my move, what’s she up to? She pressed me down until I got the idea, and came to a seated position on the floor, my back against the wall. Emily reached to my zipper, lowered it, and then whipped out my throbbing shaft.

I’m about six inches long, but thick as hell, and she smiled. She straddled my hips with her feet, and then began to squat down over me — in an instant, her hand was under her skirt, pulling her panties aside, and suddenly I felt the most amazing feeling: her soaking wet pussy dropped onto my shaft in a single surge. Fuck, she is even tighter than I realized, I thought, as I began to give thanks for her tumescence that house of hammer izle allowed her to sink onto me without tearing the skin off my rock hard cock. Now there I was, my cock poking out of my zipper and into my paralegal, and she began to grind her pussy against me — causing my mushroom head to seek out and prod every inch and nook and corner of her soaking wet pussy. She continued this grinding action for a moment and then, her feet still in her high heels which were still on the floor on either side of my hips, she began to bounce on me. Impressive, I thought, as I remembered her daily gym trips at lunch.

In that remarkable position, she rode my cock – bareback (I hadn’t even given thought to finding a condom in my briefcase) – her slick pussy careering my shaft with each thrust, the head of my penis burying into her vaginal walls at the end of every downstroke. She had her hands on my shoulders, assisting in her pistoning motion, but then with a naughty smile, she slid them to the hem of her blouse and yanked it over her head. She hadn’t re-applied the pasties, so now I found myself staring into her totally nude, plush, tits. They were firm and taut enough — again, damn nice work, doc — as to hold their fine shape, but not so firm as to not bounce with each rocking of her hips, putting an amazing show as they bounced – both up and down, and into one another – just inches from my face. I brought my hands to cup them and I felt my balls start to churn, knowing the end was near.

Click.

Oh fuck, I thought, as I heard the external security door down the hall click. Emily grabbed her shirt and ran behind my bookcase as I scurried to my desk, unable to get my cock back inside my zipper — so I just slid my chair under my desk, and waited . . . praying that the intruder was not coming toward my closed door. We heard the copy machine fire up and some relief set in, followed by far greater relief when we heard the security door open and shut again, this time the automatic lock engaging after-hours.

“Close one,” Emily smiled, once more. Still topless, she walked over to me and I stood to embrace her. We settled back into a sweet, romantic kiss this time — a nice contrast from the raw, animalistic fucking in which we had just been engaged — and I felt her ride her pussy up against my thigh again. Something felt different this time, though, as I sensed even greater heat — and, was it?, sopping wetness — against my pant leg. My hands slid down to cup her world-class ass and assist in her grinding, when I realized she was pantiless. When did she do that? I thought, until I considered the moments she waited, hiding behind my bookcase.

With this revelation, all pretense of romance was gone. I spun her around and bent her over my desk, and with a decisive thrust I plunged my cock into the nether recesses of her exposed pussy. She felt amazing. Warm. Wet. Tight. Everything a pussy should be. And meanwhile, I looked at her hot ass, her skirt flipped up against the small of her back, and at the huge globes hanging from her chest as she bounced on my cock. I shifted my gaze to where my cock was buried inside her, and basked in the sight: her lips wrapped tight around my intruding member. And — my other favorite snapshot of sex — I watched the way her lips stayed tight around my cock, hanging on for dear life as her pussy walls followed my cock out of her lips with each extraction. My God, that is hot, I thought.

As I continued to thrust inside her, I brought my dominant right hand around her hips and slid my fingerpads to the crest of her vaginal lips. I slipped them down an inch, to where my cock was pounding inside her, to gather some of her natural lubrication, and then brought my two fingerpads to her clit, where I began to massage her. She let out a groan of pleasure unlike anything I had heard to date, and I quickly deciphered the path to her orgasm. As my cock thrusted deeper and deeper — varying speeds and angles every so often to tease every ounce of pleasure out of her — my fingers continued to massage her clit, which I felt stiffening and growing beneath my fingers.

I wanted more. And with me left hand I fumbled with my belt, and the snap of my pants allowing gravity to pull them to my ankles, and then shifted my boxers down as well, so that now – at last – with every thrust, my thighs smacked against her spankable ass with telltale sound. Between her groans and the sounds of my thighs smacking her ass, I knew that if another intruder found their way to our wing of the second floor, there was no getting away this time. But I didn’t care. I was lost in nirvana.

Emily had her elbows on my desk at this point, but then stood up slightly — her palms planted on my desk. She noticed the photograph of my girlfriend on the desk, and she knocked it off the back of my desk before looking over her shoulder at me with a smile. At that moment, I hadn’t even considered my status. Nor was I about to.

I brought my left hand up to grab her breast, taking her nipple into my fingers as my right hand continued its ministrations upon her swollen, turgid clit. Emily looked over her shoulder again and whispered – in that sexy voice that only a beautiful woman can convey – Come with me…

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Dave was driving home late one night when he saw an attractive woman on a corner, just standing there. She was wearing a long red dress and had short brunette hair.

He asked, “Miss, what are you doing?”

She smiled, “Waiting for the bus.”

But the buses stopped running hours ago. And she was standing under a no parking sign. It was getting cold out and he didn’t want her getting sick.

“What is your name?” he inquired.

“Dunce,” she replied.

“Dunce?” he questioned.

“Yep. Everyone kept calling me Dunce in high school. So, I guess that’s my name,” she responded without a hint of sarcasm.

“I’m Dave,” he acknowledged simply.

“You should come with me,” he advised her.

“Are you a doctor?” She blurted out.

“What?” he replied, baffled.

“I was talking to a woman earlier and she asked me if I had been hit in the head. She said I should see a doctor. I don’t remember being hit in the head…” her voice trailed off.

He had just got off work at his office job. “Yes, I’m a doctor,” he lied poorly.

Her expression brightened. “Can you take me to the hospital?” she asked with hope in her voice.

“I can take you somewhere to get help,” he answered being vague.

Pleased she skipped over to the passenger side door. She got in and plopped down beside him. A black purse hung from her shoulder as she flashed him a smile that said ‘there’s not much going on upstairs.’

He noticed she didn’t put on her seatbelt. “Seatbelts,” he said, reminding her. She just gave him a puzzled look. With a sigh, he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached across to buckle her in. He heard his pants unbutton and his fly unzip as he clicked the belt in. He sat back in his driver’s seat and saw what she had done.

“You can’t just do that,” he scolded her. There was an angry honk from the car that had just pulled up behind them. Not having time to button up, he pressed on the gas and they headed off. “Oh, you are right,” she said, suddenly realizing something. She reached into her purse and pulled out a tube of lube. Dave wasn’t paying much attention to her while she rubbed the lube between her palms. He was startled when she reached into his briefs and pulled out his dick.

“What are you doing?!” he said shocked.

She stroked his cock up and down, making it all slippery. “I gold lies videotape izle needed to ‘grease up’ the gearshift before I can handle it, duh,” she said, like it was obvious. “The guy that dropped me off said I had to work the gearshift to make the car go. And he said his wife was waiting for him after he leaked some oil,’ she explained.

His cock began to harden in her gentle hands. Something is definitely going to go if she keeps that up, he said to himself.

She hummed a tuneless melody as she grinned. I should tell her to stop. But it feels so good. And look how happy it’s making her, he reasoned. She was driving his mind into such ecstasy that he completely forgot he was going to take her to the hospital. “I think that woman was right. I am starting to feel hot. And I’m all wet down here,” She said with worry.

She took his free hand and pressed it against her crotch. He took his hand away from her soaking wet panties. “This is more dire than I thought. I need to examine you immediately once we are inside,” the fake doctor said, sounding serious.

They arrived at his house a few minutes later. She was still working the ‘shaft’ when she looked up now that they stopped. “Is this a hospital?” she said sounding dumb.

“No. There is no time! You need urgent attention! This is my home.” he convinced her. “You can stop working the ‘gear shift’ now,’ he said with reluctance. She let out a sigh of disappointment and released his member. His dick was rock hard when he tried to work it back into his pants.

They rushed inside and he escorted her to the bedroom. “Take off your clothes,” he instructed.

As she undressed, he did as well. Once naked, they both stared at one another’s firm bodies. Facing each other, he pointed to his giant erection. “This is a thermometer. I need you to put it in your mouth and suck on it so I can see how hot you are,” he assured her.

“I thought that was called a gear shift,” she asked, bewildered.

“Umm..in the car, it’s called a gearshift. In here, it’s called a thermometer,” he told the gullible bimbo.

“Oh, that makes perfect sense,” she agreed without a second thought. Or a first one. Before he could blink she was down on her knees with his cock in her mouth. She tried to get it all the way in, but couldn’t reach the base. Her grind izle right hand soon wandered down between her legs as she continued to give him a passionate bj.

She rubbed her stimulated clit while moaning softly. After a few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She took out his cock and asked, “Was that long enough?” She asked with impatience.

“You couldn’t make it any bigger if you tried,” he said smiling.

“I mean to take my temperature,” she corrected.

“Oh,” he said feeling like the dumb one for once. He looked down at his member. “The result is inconclusive. I’m afraid I’m going to have to do some more probing,” he said pretending to be grim. “Lay on your back on the bed,” he persuaded.

Eagerly, she did as instructed. He stood next to her and his cock hovered over her right breast. “I’m gonna have to test your reflexes now,” he informed her.

He took her right hand and placed it around his erection. He worked her hand back and forth as she looked at him dubious. “I don’t see how this tests my reflexes,” she said in doubt.

“Who is the doctor here, me or you?” he asked rhetorically. She paused like she was thinking about it. “I am,” he said, being curt. “Now keep stroking while I examine you.” he ordered.

He leaned over her, each of his hands finding a perfect round breast and hard nipple. He fondled them and watched her writhe in arousal.

“How does this feel?” he inquired.

“It’s making me hotter,” she moaned. His right-hand slide down to her clit. He began to do a circular rub on it and saw her hips trying to hump his digits.

I’d fuck this woman’s brains out if that ship hadn’t sailed already, he concluded. He slid his fingers further down. His index and middle finger found their way inside her. She let out a deep breath as his fingers pressed against her G-spot. He caused her to squirm even more as he let his fingers do the work.

After a few minutes, he withdrew them and pretended to inspect them. “This looks like I need to do an oral exam,” he stated. Her chest was heaving. Her thighs twitched. Her hand released his dick. “Do what you have to do doctor Dave to make me feel better,” she consented.

She spread her legs apart as he crawled between them. With his head over her pussy, he began to lick. He started with her outer lips at first, then worked gunthers millions izle his way in further. Then, he was tongue fucking her. She went wild. It made her crave his cock even more. Frustrated, she dropped out of character. “Fuck me with your cock already!” she demanded.

He stopped tonguing her and looked up with an arched eyebrow. She regained her composure. “I mean I need you to inject me with your big syringe,” she said, appearing polite.

He grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under her butt to get the right angle. “Well, since you asked nicely,” he grinned.

Kneeling before her, he slid himself inside. A look of pure bliss crossed her face as she finally received the dick she was waiting for hours for. She felt the pressure with each inch sliding deeper inside.

His hands gripped her sides while he fucked her. He enjoyed hearing the sound of her pants. Her quick, short breaths, followed by long slow ones when he made her climax.

After several minutes, she reached her arms up to him, signaling that she wanted missionary.

He was happy to oblige.

He climbed on top of her, his member going even deeper than before. He slipped his arms around her back while she hooked her legs around his hips. He began to slowly thrust inside her when he felt her hands grab his ass. They were pushing him with his movements.

“Faster,” she whispered in his ear. He sped up and felt her panting in his ear. The faster he fucked her, the faster she came. With a loud, shuttering pant of his own, he finished inside.

They were both breathing hard when she pushed him off her. “You’re heavy,” she complained.

But, he was already fast asleep.

Dave was awakened the next morning with his wife’s lips around his cock. “Jessica?” he said in a groggy tone. She stopped sucking and looked up at him.

Her right hand continued to stroke his dick. “I don’t know any Jessica. My name is Dunce,” she responded. “I think I’m having a relapse doctor. I feel all hot inside and wet again. I need more medicine,” she continued, “is Jessica another patient of yours?”

“No, she is my very lovely, intelligent, and horny wife,” Dave answered. “In fact, she works for NASA and will be late for work if she doesn’t leave in the next half-hour,” he informed her.

“Well, maybe your rocket scientist wife gets tired of using her brain all day and just want to act stupid for a while,” she explained. She was happy to see she had made him fully erect. “Now, I need more medicine,” she insisted. She straddled him and lowered herself until he had fully penetrated her. “And the doctor is in.” she grinned at her witty comment.

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I finally got the nerve to text him. I was back in my hometown and after two weeks hanging with family I was bored. More to the point, I was horny. I hadn’t cheated on my man in a while, but I felt frisky being home with all my high school boys, and my man was at some crazy weekend party. I needed a distraction, but so far my boys were missing all the clues. I hadn’t been back home in years. I live on the West Coast and have for fifteen years.

I had been thinking back on Kray. In high school we were getting hot for each other but then his buddy made the moves. His buddy became my first everything and Kray and me drifted into acquaintanceship.

But now my first everything was dodging me and I was needing some loving. I thought of Kray, but felt so shy. Most men run from me. They all want me until I want them. I didn’t want to scare him, but I was leaving in three days.

‘I had a dream about you last night. It has been so long. I hope we can connect before I leave.’ That was my text.

Moments later my phone buzzed. It was Kray. He had time that night.

I was so excited and nervous. Would he just be friendly, I wondered. That would be cool, normally, but I wanted to play. I needed some East Coast cock.

Kray was fifteen minutes early. I was ready and jumped in his car before my mom and sisters made it weird. We went to his place, cracked some beers and finished watching the Sox game. It was just like old times. It felt good to be home.

I took a chance and curled up into him. He put his arm around me. I felt his heart rate increase. He was excited. I let it build playing the good girl. My pussy was already wet though.

With my head on his chest I could watch his shorts and after a few mishaps reaching for my beer I noticed the growing bulge. Also I was tracing my fingers up and down his thigh, but as if I was thinking about batting averages.

Eventually he reached down and cupped my chin. He pulled my face up and began kissing me. We started making out. It got hot and heavy quick. And after a few minutes, my fingers found his shaft, wrapping his shorts around his stoutness, I squeezed. It was an exciting discovery. halo izle I had never known he was this substantial.

He pulled me on his lap. I ground my yoni on his bulge as we continued making out. When his hand made it under my skirt he groaned discovering no panties. He was ready right then and there, and so was I, but I wanted a little more. I jumped up and excused myself to the bathroom.

When I came out, I went to the kitchen, not the couch. I cracked open some new beers and we tried to shoot the shit. I knew it was going down and I wanted to savor it. Plus he was big and I was slightly taken off guard and enjoyed letting him see it. After a few minutes though we were kissing again. Then my shirt was gone and he was suckling my titties.

I got down on my knees and took my time extracting his cock from his shorts. I wasn’t prepared for this thick hunk of sausage. I don’t eat pork anymore, but I miss the sensation of eating hot dogs. I felt just like being a kid at the ball park except I had my mouth around a grand slam. I was nervous I wouldn’t be able to handle it inside me, yet my pussy lips were sopping wet and eager for a try.

But I was master and would master this cock. Just the head filled my mouth. I licked all around and kissed his soft underside. I carefully and slowly sucked and licked every inch covering it with my saliva. I would look up at him too. He would groan in satisfaction every time.

I quivered at the sight from his position. I can see how attractive I am in the way he can’t stop looking at me and groaning. His giant cock in my hand and mouth with just my lips around his head. He let me suck him for a really long time. I did it really slow not letting him take over, even when he wrapped his fingers in my hair trying to penetrate deeper into my mouth. I gagged, but I wrapped both my hands around his shaft, so that he didn’t bury his shaft in my throat. He was losing control a bit from my teasing.

He picked me off the floor and carried me to his bed. I wanted him bad but I was weary of his size and his strength. I didn’t want him to tear me up too badly in his passion. He layed me high rise invasion izle on my back and pulled my skirt off me. I was naked now. Laying vulnerable as this large man from distant times stood at the foot of his bed engorged and hungry for the fulfillment of a lot of fantasies. His stout cock jutting over the waist of his shorts. I put my feet on his hips as he brought his head nearer to my lips. He tried to grab my hips but I held him at bay, scootching away as necessary.

I slowly let him enter me, but only his head. My feet on his hips let me keep him at my pace. He was good to me, knowing his size. That made me want all of him, but after several minutes I couldn’t take more than half of him. It was my turn.

“Get on the bed” I told him. He played down.

I climbed up on the bed. I straddled his thighs and stroked his cock. When I was ready, I planted my feet to either side of his hips. I normally couldn’t maintain this for long but my instincts told me his substance would hold me up. I squatted down and gently loaded his head inside me, stroking his shaft. I looked him in the eye as I slid downward. My groan turned howl as his cock stretched me open. My pussy was juicing around his shaft as I stalled with him 3/4 loaded inside me.

He reached up and pulled my face down and kissed me deeply. With his other hand on my hip he eased me all the way down. I groaned in his mouth as I felt myself settle on his fullness. My inner thighs planted on his hips. Somehow the angle making it fit. His shaft spasmed inside me sending agony and ecstasy rippling through me.

I couldn’t sit still but I couldn’t release him either. I rode him good and long. Slow at first, and then my thighs were burning. I straddled him with my toes tucked under his thighs. Then grinding on him I cummed on his shaft.

He liked that and kept me there till I cummed again. His shaft was a dream inside me.

Finally he stood up, picking me up in the process. His shaft slipped out as he put me down. We made out for a bit and then with his hands on my hips he turned me toward the bed. He slapped my ass and I climbed skymed izle onto his bed. I looked over my shoulder questioningly as I arched my pass, as if to say, ‘is this what you want.’

I have found that nothing seems to satisfy a man more than sidling up behind another man’s woman and planting his shaft in her wetness while she moans prostrate before him.Kray knew I had a long term thing back home, so seeing my sexy ass propped up on his bed, dripping wet off a double orgasm, I could see his manhood growing as he gazed at me. I reached back and pulled my thighs apart.

He lined up his head and pulling my hips he slowly drove into me. I just groaned writhing my hips to make room for his shaft. I was so wet that he got right into me. I was really screaming as he slammed home. His bed was shaking and squeaking as he took me. I looked over my shoulder to witness the all out surrender. His hands wrapped around hips, my knees on the edge of the bed, just under my tits. I could see his torso pumping above my round bottom, which I had jacked up to him as much as possible. My pussy lips were stretched so tight around his shaft that it hurt and I only wanted more of it. His eyes met mine and he groaned and pounded me harder and deeper. I yelled every time he sank into me.

“Fuck!” I screamed as I squirted on him. I didn’t orgasm, just squirted. He laughed and grabbed my hair, pulling me back but holding my ass down. His cock was super swollen and he was growling now. I looked over my shoulder and he saw it in my eyes.

“Where do you want this?” He growled.

“On my face.”

Grabbing my hips he fiercely thrust into me several times as if he couldn’t stop. Then, in a fury, he pulled his cock out and yanked me around. His load was already shooting though. I felt it on my thigh, a glob on my breast, another spurt right in my cleavage, and then I stroked the rest onto my lips as I looked up at him.

He stood there looking down at me, shuddering. I cupped his balls and gently squeezed. Another drop of cum for my reward. His knees were weak now, but he couldn’t break the vision up. My cum on his spasming shaft that I was suckling the head of. His cum on my ass and face. I wasn’t so sure he pulled out in time and that felt good too. Part of the risk and the excitement.

His eyes told me everything, as mine betrayed me too. I knew I would be visiting my family more often. Kray had 15 years of fantasies to unload.

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We are driving to the Orpheum to see the latest Broadway show there. I am dressed in a long dark green velvet dress that matches my eyes and I rented you a handsome tux for the event. We are representing my family’s charities and interests that evening.

You are driving on the interstate when my warm hand drags your right one under my skirt, slowly. You smile but don’t look at me, keeping your attention on the road. You push aside the material and my g-string finding the source of my warmth. You take two fingers and ram them in me, leaving your thumb to rub against my clit. You hear me cry as you enter me and exhale as you play with my clit. Risking a glance at me, you see I have folded down the bustier of my dress. I am playing with my nipples, you think happily, Thank Goodness for tinted windows!

You look back at the road, continuing your job. My hand creeps over to your pants and strokes him lightly, while pleasuring my breasts with my other hand. He reacts and suddenly the car is filled with my scent: you are rock hard and your fingers aren’t nearing enough. I giggle as you pull off the side of the road and into a deserted parking lot. You push the seat back and reach for me, placing me bodily next you. We kiss as I lay down across you but soon you push the seat as far game of thrones izle back as it will go. I wriggle between the wheel and your now-warm body as you free your hardness. He springs out and I am on him in seconds. My warm juices cover him inside of me, as I slide him in and out madly. You reach for my exposed breast and suck it wantonly. Your hand reaches under my sweet ass pulling me closer so you can get deeper into my wetness. I cry as you fill me completely, knowing there isn’t much time, you speed up to thrust him in me. I cry so with every stroke that your hardness rips through me. You can feel me tighten around him but you do not let up, pounding into me so hard even as I come onto him. Wetting him completely, some of it dripping onto the underside of your boxers. I cry and collapse against you.

Having more room, you pull me closer, penetrating me in the deepest way you can. I moan happily against your shoulder. You reach over and kiss me in the midst of our endless passion. You are ramming me at top speed, finding your moment like it is hidden in me. Its like you want to tear me apart if only to find that one moment of ecstasy. I break from our kiss and sit up, allowing you full access again. You smile into my shoulder and rip me apart gibi izle looking. You grab my breast, sucking on it now; I cry. You found…it! You cry against my chest as you come forcefully, shaking us both.

You look up to me to see and feel I joined you also. You are happy. I say, “Wow…we made a mess!” and giggle. You can feel our juices pooling around him and you say, “Yes we did,” with a broad grin. I move back to the passenger’s side and rearrange myself. You stop me and undo your seat belt. Now that there is more room you position me with my legs open to you. Lifting my skirt, you disappear beneath it gratefully. I feel your moist tongue start licking me clean. Muffled, I hear you say, “All done,” as you pull away. I hold you to me with my legs curled on your back. You are happy to get in another snack before the show. You hear my head thump softly against the window and my cries get louder. Inserting a pair of fingers into me gets more cries. Finally, your tongue searching for my creamy center. I cry as tense my thighs, almost catching your head. I come again into your waiting mouth. It flows into you and you take it all.

You get up after licking me clean again and your fingers. You get ready to drive as I ask you, “Don’t you need to be cleaned up?” gökyüzunün üzerinde 3 metre izle You look at me, daringly. I reach across the seat and find him still hard. I fuss at him for getting dirty as I take him into my mouth. He gets harder with every stroke I take him in. I lick him, getting our juices off diligently and replacing them with my saliva. You sit back; enjoying it all, wondering if we are going to get to that show tonight.

You push him further into my mouth and your right hand takes my neck guiding me. You stroke my neck thoughtfully. I deep throat him wonderfully as you cry and tense. I take him in fully, clearing my whole throat so you can feel it all, me engulfing him completely. You pull me off a little as you come into my mouth. You let out a plaintive “Baby!!” as you come into me. I suck him clean for you, making you shiver but smile. I sit up wiping my face and smiling. You reach for me and kiss me hard, loving the taste of our juices mixing in our mouths too.

Reaching down to put my breast back in my bustier, you think better of it and lean over to suck it hard; making me cry again. You laugh as I push your hand to me again. Starting this whole thing over again….

We eventually see the show. We come in during intermission and find our seats. We play with each other all night and when the show is over, you drive us home quickly. Pleasuring me with your fingers again, slowly on the way home. We collapse into our bed at 2am, making love passionately and deliberately for the last time that night. We fall asleep in each others arms, at peace.

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