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Sara was feeling great. Despite not giving herself a break in ages, the weeks were burning by. She finally felt like her own independent person; she had a professional job and the decrease in partying that came with it. But tonight she deserved to celebrate. Three months in and already her boss had guaranteed her a full-time position. Which is why she dressed in the sexiest mini-skirt headed to a house party of people she barely knew.

Sara invited herself in to a living room of house music, laughter, and the smell of booze. She searched for a familiar face.

“Hi, I’m Luke. Welcome to my place!” Luke looked slightly older than Sara, and was lean but not muscular. He was dressed pretty casually, and a fancy camera hung from his shoulder.

“Thanks, this is really great. I’m Sara, sorry, Melissa said I should come by I hope it’s cool.”

“Definitely, you know, as long as you play by the house rules.”

Sara cracked a grin. He was friendly and it felt great. She wanted to flirt. “And what are those?” she asked.

“Always have a drink. There’s plenty in the kitchen.”

“Oh. I can do that.” She was hoping the rules were more interesting, but no reason to turn down a drink.

“And never say no to the camera.”

“Oh. Well that sounds fair, too. As long as you share the flattering ones!” Unconsciously, Sara poured a little extra into her drink in response to the new rule.

“Have fun, and there’ll be plenty of those.” Luke replied. He tipped his glass to her and she winked. “That’s not a rule, just modeling advice” Luke added quickly, but then fumbled on trying to patch up the statement.

“Not that you need it. I mean, well whatever. Cheers.”

“Cheers,” she said. He wasn’t sure if he was flirting, until she gave him a rewarding, intentional smile before walking away.

Sara was buzzed by the time Melissa showed. “Hey! Fancy seeing you here.”

Melissa walked to the back to help herself to a drink, and Sara wasted no time.

“Who’s the cute host? I need to celebrate tonight,” she said biting the rim of her cup.

Melissa thought for a minute about her reply.

“Well, I’m sure you got Luke’s name. He’s a photographer, but unfortunately his girlfriend is the tall brunette in the living room, Emily.”

Sara should’ve known it might be trouble when she didn’t feel a sense of discouragement, but a sense of challenge. After all, in the professional world, you need to work for what you want. Sara decided she’d slow down on the drinks, and hopefully she’d get to know Luke a little better.

Luke on the other hand was as liberal with his drinking as he was socializing. He moved from group to group refreshing drinks in between until they dwindled down. After a couple hours, the handful that still remained consolidated in the living room and began talking about photography. A couple said their goodbyes. Sara found herself intrigued by not just Luke, but Emily. She was relatively quiet, and fiddling with a camera herself.

“I helped her pick that one out. She’s got a natural eye for composition,” Luke said to the top of Emily’s head. Sara found herself interested enough in the camera to keep asking about it. Soon, two more wandered up the stairs to pass out on a couch, and it was just Emily, Luke and Sara.

Sara joined Luke on a couch to ask him a specific question about his camera. He was glad to show her how fast his lens was. Emily snapped pictures casually of a variety of objects, occasionally coming back to Luke to snap a candid. She played with a setting or two while Luke continued mansplaining. Sara relaxed and slouched toward the middle, her arm next to Luke’s thigh.

“I feel like someday I’ll regret not having done pictures while I’m still young.”

“That’s exactly why a lot of women get their picture taken at our age. They want to remember when they felt sexy.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Sara said with a grin. “Can you help me preserve my youth?”

“Probably not on a couch,” Luke said.

Emily put her camera down, and looked up to see Sara’s hand touching Luke’s thigh.

“Emily, can you get the studio lights? I’m going to get Sara set up.” Before Emily had left the room, Luke’s hand was at the bottom of Sara’s back moving lower. He guided her into the bedroom.

Sara threw herself back on the bed with a surprised laugh. Her skirt rode up dangerously high, and Luke didn’t hide his glance. Sara caught his eye as her hands went over her head, instead of down to adjust her skirt.

“Make me look sexy,” she crooned.

Luke took three pictures, moving to a lower vantage point each time. “I can do that.” Click. He put one hand on her knee and pushed it aside slowly. “But the key is for you to feel sexy.”

Sara’s cosmic love france izle other knee spread open as if a hand were on it too. “God I’m burning up. I couldn’t feel any sexier. You better get this on film.”

“Good, I don’t know if we could get any sexier than this. Hold that pose.”

Click. Luke moved around the bed and leaned over her, shooting straight down. As she stared up at him he reached down and put a finger on her lips to part them.

“These better be the sexiest pictures you’ve ever taken,” she demanded. She reached behind Luke’s knee and pulled him over her a little more.

Click. Click.

“Well, Emily has already set that bar pretty high. I’ve done some hot and sweaty sessions.”

Sara traced the back of Luke’s knee as she thought. She suddenly felt a second wind come on, adrenaline overpowering the liquor for a moment and her senses returned to her. Sara retracted her hand to her stomach, looked down at it and said, “Challenge accepted.”

Click.

Sara undid the next button on her blouse. She looked up innocently.

Click.

Her right areola peeked out slightly yet she unbuttoned another, never breaking eye-contact. “Make me hot and sweaty.”

Luke’s pants grew painfully tight, and he became painfully aware of how quickly and how far things had gone. Emily knocked at the door. “Babe, I’ve got all the lights out.”

His dick was so hard it hurt. Sara closed her eyes and let Luke make his decision, as she undid the next button. She took in a deep breath to ensure that her breasts would burst out, and Luke didn’t miss the opportunity to capture the tension in the fabric as they did.

“Set them up out there facing the couch. We’ll be out in a minute.” Click.

From the door Emily could hear Sara’s low sultry voice. She was undeniably feeling sexy. Bursts of clicks would come only between what felt like hours of shuffling, and occasionally, the sound of Sara’s heavy breathing. Emily wasn’t stupid. Luke was enjoying this, yet the only sounds she knew were coming from him were the sounds of the camera.

Suddenly Emily heard a blatantly sexual moan. It only happened once, and somehow Emily was relieved to hear it was followed by another click. Still, her heart leaped into her throat. This was going too far, and Luke was okay with it. Helplessly, Emily turned against the wall and leaned back, her hands squeezed between her thighs as she tried to regain her breath. She noticed two things: from this angle she could hear a steady, slow moaning, and her pussy was utterly soaking. Emily’s beating chest turned to a surge of lust, and her pussy began to throb heavily.

The sound of a belt being undone through the wall was all Emily needed. Furiously she pulled her pants open and covered her fingers in her own juice struggling to satisfy the urge that overcame her. Two fingers slipped easily in and out, and she pressed her thick grool into her clit. Her jealousy had combusted into an unquenchable lust. Instantly she had a sharp, deep need: For Luke to fuck Sara wantonly. As Emily built up a rhythm that matched Sara’s moans, she heard Luke speak clearly for the first time.

“I guess I need a better idea of how fucking slutty you can be.”

Inside the room however, things hadn’t combusted yet. Sara now lay on the bed lengthwise, tits out, skirt hiked up but still on and barely covering. Her hands were above her head, belted to the bedpost. She stared piercingly into the camera hoping Luke would throw it aside and spread her legs like he started to earlier. Even restrained against the bedpost, Sara seemed seductively in control. Precum formed on Luke’s pants stretched over his painful hard-on.

Luke wouldn’t put the camera down. As long as he was getting good pictures, it was about the photography. His belt was off, and it was clear Sara was going to cum before this shoot was over, but he wasn’t sure if it required her swallowing his. The room was far past stuffy, and still fully clothed, Luke was sweating visibly.

At first, it appeared Sara was, too. She rolled her pelvis back and her skirt slid back to reveal not just wet, but soaked panties.

“Take them off.” Sara suggested. “I don’t think wet panties make for the sexiest pictures.”

“Well, I don’t completely agree” -CLICK CLICK- “but I do agree we can only have so many pictures of wet panties before the sexiness wears off.”

Luke set the camera down. There was a lot of liberty he could take without breaking the tension, and he was going to take them all. He slid his thumbs up her thighs and underneath the panties. Her chest rose. Luke paused for a moment to assess the situation. Her pussy was only a foot from his nose, dahmer monster the jeffrey dahmer story izle and Luke took in a slow breath. As he pulled her underwear down, Sara moaned and rolled her hips forward.

“We gotta pick this up. If I’m being honest, I’m getting pretty fucking horny, and as it is, I’m not sure I can hold back.” Sara was losing a little patience. She was pretty confident she could make Luke cum. She was less sure if she’d get the chance to. Just to show her up, Luke put her panties to his face and sucked on the wet pussy stain. He balled up the panties and fed them to Sara.

“How’s that?” Suddenly he felt more in control. He could get pictures hot enough to call it a night. Maybe he wouldn’t fuck her after all. But then something happened. Sara loved it.

Her hips moved rhythmically as Luke snapped pictures again. She moaned a little louder. Her pussy started leaking a heavy, white, delicious cream. Luke was right there capturing her perked tits slightly out of focus as a thick drop formed at the base of her lips. He breathed in the delicious smell of victory as more continued to come out, until a drop formed at the base of her lips with no sign of stopping. She couldn’t make a mess on this comforter! Luke tried to balance his hard cock’s feelings with his head’s.

“God these are hot pictures. I love that pussy juice. I’m going to undo your hands so you can wipe it aside. I want you to lick it up. Those will be amazing pictures.” But Sara saw Luke’s eyes linger way too long. She saw his parted lips, and had a much better idea. Luke undid the belt just as the first of her cream touched his comforter. She let the panties fall from her mouth.

“Lap it up, baby!” he said.

But Sara didn’t move her hands. “Uh oh, my juice might get all over the bed,” she crooned. “If you’re the one worried, I think you should lap it up. Baby.” Luke noticed how incredibly hard her nipples were. He wanted to bite them. He was angry, or frustrated, or horny. He’d tie her up for hours for seducing him. He’d spend days just to elaborately tease her and regain the upper position. But right now, she was right. He needed to clean her up.

Sara watched as his hands slid up her thigh, and it made her wetter. Just as his hands met her pussy she pushed her hips into him, and his fingers mashed into her lips, now surging, swollen, with desire. With two fingers Luke scooped deeply, and covered his fingers with her juice.

“No. I said you lap it up.” And Luke calmly but assertively pressed his fingers toward her lips. She locked eyes with him. Her lips parted, and leaning over her he inserted his fingers. She sucked them in gently, deeply. Finally she let go of the bed frame to press his hand gently, further into her mouth. While he was still leaning over her, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in. She released his fingers, but he didn’t retract, feeling her hot breath on them. His chest was pounding. Her chest was pounding back on his. He wanted to feel her naked chest on his. He wanted to fuck her so goddamn deeply, and she was going to make him. He wasn’t going to let her. He was going to take it, and take it too far. It was the only way.

“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you? I don’t think you want me to take your picture. I think you’d like me to punish you.”

“No, I’d really prefer to -” but Luke forced her legs off him. While she was still slightly shocked, he flipped her over and spread her legs. Drunk, tired and horny, Sara just hoped that at least 20% of what would come next involved his cock inside her. She got more than she bargained for.

Luke put the same two fingers back inside her, but this time he fucked her with them. There was no going back. She was going to have a fucking wild night with the photographer while his girlfriend waited outside. Something about that made her fill deeply with lust, and she let it out in a long moan. She pushed back against his fingers. “Give me something bigger, photographer.”

Luke grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her back around. She looked wildly at him. He unbuttoned his pants and ripped them off. She pulled her top over her head. Luke got her bra. He wouldn’t kiss her. That was the line. He would use her every other way. She wasn’t going to cum, and she’d get him to cum twice. That’s how Sara decided she’d win. Sara fished out Luke’s cock and gripped it passionately. She pressed it against her face, and buried it in her wet mouth. Luke grabbed the back of her head, but she was a step ahead of him and pulled his ass toward her face so she could gag on his cock.

“That’s it, Sara. We’ll take pictures of your cum covered face.”

Sara damned saint izle whimpered and pulled him in deeper. The sound of Luke thrusting, Sara gagging and slurping and coughing filled the air. After what felt like forever, she pulled off his cock and looked Luke in the eyes.

“I think you might want to stop my pussy from ruining your sheets again.”

Luke didn’t hesitate, and dove underneath her, sucking the thick cream at the source. He paused for a second. “That doesn’t mean you’re done sucking.”

“Yes, photographer.” They continued sixty-nining into a steady gyrating rhythm, until Luke could hold out no more. He threw Sara off him and she giggled. Finally! She was going to get fucked.

“How do you want me, photographer?”

Luke looked passionately into her eyes. “Silent.”

He lifted her ankles onto his shoulders, and placed the head of his cock in her outer pussy lips.

“Tie me up?” she asked. She hoped this would inspire him to fuck her harder, or check for her consent less.

Luke was happy to oblige. The belt hanging from the bedpost still, he sinched it around her ready hands. And he fucked her just as she hoped, exactly as he wanted to. Within seconds he had the rhythm and leverage in place to slap against her and shake the bed. He fucked her so loud he didn’t hear the bedroom door creak slightly open. He was so fixated on burying his cock as deep as he could, he didn’t notice Emily looking through the door. Sara did, and it made her more wet, and it made her scream with pleasure.

“Fuck me like you want it, Luke! Fuck me like you don’t regret it.”

“I’ll fuck you how I want,” Luke replied with a grin and grunt.

“I don’t believe you. I think you need to prove it. Cum inside my pussy.”

“Now you’re starting to sound like an experienced model.”

Luke bent her legs against her chest, leaned over her and drilled straight down into her pussy. The desire, her aggressive sexuality, and the immorality of it all built up into something massive deep within him. He wanted her to feel him explode, and he wanted to be as deep as possible inside her.

“Gimme your sticky cum!” she begged, and he thrust with all his weight into her. His cock erupted deep inside her, convulsing. Helpless under his weight, and the feeling of knowing that was probably the wildest, best sex she would have for months, Sara combusted with lust toward her own orgasm. She grunted and clenched her teeth, and a look of sheer determination filled her. She didn’t want to cum. She wanted to rob him of it, but for all Luke knew, he was giving her more than she could ask for. He’d move on in the morning.

Luke was too busy recovering, still collapsed on her, and thinking about whether he should clean up the mess and forgive himself tonight or tomorrow. It was just a wild party that got a little out of hand. No one was hurt, and Emily would forgive him. Everyone just got a bit drunk, and of course Luke never turned down a photo opportunity. Who could blame him? He lifted himself off Sara and that’s when he noticed. Her breathing was controlled and slowing. She hadn’t cum yet.

Which meant he wasn’t done. She didn’t just get him to give in without giving in herself.

“Oh, I see,” Luke chided, “You haven’t been fucked hard enough yet.”

“Maybe,” she said, happy that he was catching on.

“Well why don’t we start with you sucking me hard again?” and Luke started climbing over her.

“I like that idea, but I’m pretty tired. Just make sure you get me back in the morning.”

Luke was frustrated and strangely turned on. That sexy bitch.

“Ok, you can turn me down if you want,” Luke said, and turned her on her side, and rubbed his stiffening cock up and down her back.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think I can do that,” she said sleepily. “Your cock is always welcome.” Out of habit, Luke registered that as one of the many things he had to prove her wrong about. Yet it made him rock hard.

She turned over her shoulder and caught his eye, and then looked past him at Emily.

“I hope you’re okay with that.”

Luke said nothing, and slid his cock between her ass cheeks. He found her soaking pussy slit and made himself welcome. Luke took his time building up momentum, and Sara moaned, but didn’t push back. She was half asleep with his cock in her. Slowly Luke realized how late it was. How long they had been shooting for. How hard he had fucked her. How good it felt having Sara’s tight wet pussy on his cock while he fell asleep. She fell asleep too.

Luke awoke with a start, unaware how long he had been out, to the sound of someone coming through the door.

Emily didn’t exactly have a script for how to handle this situation, but she was fucking drained, and definitely didn’t want to talk about anything. So she simply climbed in bed behind Luke.

Luke was fully awake now. He turned to kiss Emily and she let him. Without question, Luke started getting hard again. He knew this time his cock would get painfully hard, and he wasn’t going to waste it. The burning question filled him with an unquenchable lust: Which girl was he going to fuck?

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Author’s Notes: I find my mind filled with new stories now that I have finished dealing with the things that have been over my head for so long. I hope you enjoy the fruit of my relaxation. After this one though, I really have to get back to work on my other writing projects. Enjoy this copywrited piece of adult fiction, with the usual legal disclaimers, and please feel free to comment and vote. Enjoy.

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“Okay, without going into the whole I’m my own grandpa thing, I’ll try and explain the reason for the riot in the church, officer.” I used the torn cummerbund to wipe the blood off my knuckle.

“This is going to be good, I can already tell.” The jaded cop said, as he tilted his cap back and took out his notepad. “So, what is who, how, and why?” He asked and hitched his belt into a comfortable position as he surveyed the destruction.

“Okay, my name is Steven Tucker. I’m 26. My wife is Susan Lloyd, now Tucker, and her daughter is Donna Lloyd. This all began when I started dating Donna the daughter. That’s when I meet Susan, the mother.” I started my explanation.

“Okay… hold it right there!” The cop looked at my wife and the subdued Donna and tried to assess their ages. “I thought they were sisters.” He scratched his head.

“Yeah, it looks that way. But, Susan was born first. I was born eight years later. Eight years after that, Susan got pregnant by her boyfriend in high school and decided to keep her baby. She did the best she could to raise her. Donna is that baby. I started dating Donna, but ended up marrying her mother.”

“Now wait a minute…” the cop sighed. “Alright, go back and start from the beginning. I need to know what’s going on so I can figure who is going to be charged and for what. Somebody has to pay for this mess.” He motioned to a couple of chairs. We turned them back up and made sure they could hold us before sitting down. “I have a feeling this is going to take some time, so let’s get comfortable.” He huffed and waited for my explanation.

I sat down, smiled at my wife, and ignored the hate filled look from my former girlfriend and now step-daughter. I thought back to how this all started and came up with the fact that I didn’t like the new program the college had started a few years ago.

I was trying to get my degree in computer science. I went through all the bullshit you have to do at the beginning of the year to get all the mandatory classes out of the way. What I didn’t know was there was now a thing called Middle College.

Middle college was where high school students, if their grades are high enough, could attend college and cut two years out of the whole process. Sounds great in theory, I just wished they gave us some warning.

I mean we’re in college. I shouldn’t have to worry about checking the age of a girl in my class to see if they’re old enough so I can date them. Should I? Well, that’s where it all started. We were in the same English class when we met….

I got my books and was going to class. I wanted to get everything settled so I could get to my job and not lose any more hours. Next to the door was a stone cold fox. She stood five seven, with white blonde hair in a cute pixy cut. I was transfixed by her thirty six D breasts and round perfectly shaped bubble butt.

“Hi, I’m Donna.” She chirped up at me with a big smile.

“Hey, Steve….” I tried to keep my tongue off the floor and chin off my chest.

I knew I’d never have a chance with her, but I could dream. I think of myself as average. Six feet, two hundred pounds, of light brown hair hazel eyed average. I’m just another guy trying to make his mark in the world. I didn’t know she was just out of high school and on the prowl for a college boyfriend. After ten minutes of inane babble, she startled me with.

“So, do you think we could be study partners?” She batted her lashes, and I was thinking with my dick. God, the things I wanted to study with her.

“Yeah, sure, that’d be great.” I made a concentrated effort to look into her green eyes, instead of at her tits that were barely contained by her halter top and a bra that needed an award for above and beyond the call of duty, for keeping those beautiful orbs in place.

Before I knew it, we’re an item. I never intended to become an item, but there it was. Donna was waiting for me after my classes every day. I liked having her there. She was good on the eyes and filled the ego to have her grab my hand as we walked down the halls. Hey, I knew it wasn’t serious. Until one day that all changed.

“Steve, do you think we can study at my place?” Donna asked as she pressed her breasts into my arm.

“Sure, why not.” I replied, thinking it might be good to be in her apartment for once. I was getting tired of footing the bill at the diner.

The next day, I picked her up from school and followed her directions. I had to look at her when she directed me into a nice suburb.

“Oh, um, I still live with my mom. She’s cool, so don’t worry.” Donna smiled.

“Cool, alert missing persons unit izle helps save money I guess.” I answered noncommittally.

I didn’t think anything was wrong, until the door opened. There stood a true vision of the female form. She looked a few years older than Donna. She was an inch taller. Her hair was richer and a shade darker with a reddish tint. Her curves were… I could only think of Jessica Rabbit as I looked at the person at the door.

“Hey mom… this is my boyfriend Steve. I was hoping we could do some studying in my room, since my laptop is on the fritz.” Donna bounced up and gave the goddess in blue-jeans a kiss.

“Sure, just remember to keep the door open. Hi Steve, I’m Susan.” She smiled and stepped out of the way.

My head was spinning as I was pulled into the house. It wasn’t a big house. Just a normal house, like everyone I know lives in.

It was spotless and smelled of something good. I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. There was no way the vision at the door could be Donna’s mom. She looked almost the same age. Granted Donna tried to wear things that made her look older, where as Susan didn’t wear make-up and hip clothes. She looked stunning in her faded jeans and almost loose top.

“What’s for dinner?” Donna asked as she pulled me to the back of the house. “We’ll be out once our homework is done or when it’s on the table.” Donna turned right into her room. She dropped her stuff and flopped on her double bed.

“That’s your mom?” I asked shocked.

“Yeah, she a manager at a rental car place. She started out as a driver and worked her way up.” Donna shrugged and tossed off her top.

“She looks closer to your sister.” The roof of my mouth dried up, as the bra followed and I saw her in profile as she took a jersey and pulled it over her head.

“You’re cute, and mine.” Donna smiled and pressed her hot body against me, feeling my obvious hard on. She kissed me hard once. “Maybe later, if mom has to go to work, we can work on that.” She teased and then pealed out of her pants to put on a pair of cotton baggy pants. What a way for me to learn she went commando as her trimmed bush peeked out at me as she dressed.

I had a hard time concentrating on work. I had to bite my lips every time her nipples poked through the gaps in her jersey. And knowing she wasn’t wearing anything under her pants… hey, I’m a guy and she had to know what she was doing to me. If she was looking at getting laid, she was going about it the right way.

“Dinner…!” Susan called, interrupting that train of thought.

We all sat down as Susan served. “So, how long have you two been dating?” She asked as she set the salad into the middle of the table.

“Mom, you know there hasn’t been anyone else since the beginning of school.” Donna huffed as she served herself.

“Thank you for dinner….” I tried to interrupt. I’d began to notice things about Donna’s even temperament and the lack there of.

“You’re welcome. It’s nice to finally meet one of Donna’s boyfriends. How is school?” Susan asked politely.

“Fine… I only have a couple of semesters before I graduate.” I told her and passed the bread.

“Oh, how old are you?” She asked shocked.

“Mom…!” Donna hissed. “You’re embarrassing me!” Donna gave her mother the evil eye.

“Twenty five, I’ll graduate when I’m twenty six.” I laughed it off.

“Oh, that old… um….” Susan looked uncomfortable.

“Mom… it doesn’t matter. Leave it alone!” Donna’s face turned red. Out of anger or embarrassment I didn’t know.

“Then tell him before I have to!” Susan met her daughter’s attitude with her own.

“Um, tell me what?” I asked looking at them and setting my fork down. “Tell me what?” I insisted again, as I saw Donna squirm in her seat.

“That’s she’s still under age.” Susan sighed.

“How old are you?” I panicked.

“I’m seventeen, almost eighteen. I don’t like guys my age because they’re so immature and….” Donna shouted, giving her mother another evil glare.

“Oh, um okay, that’s not so bad… um… wow. How are you in my class then?” I was stunned. I know the thought of going to jail if I finished my plan on fucking her after dinner, before I knew her real age, sent shivers down my spine.

“It’s a special program. Donna’s grades are good enough to qualify.” Susan said with pride. “I’d hoped that there wasn’t so much of an age difference, not that it really matters, other than the legal aspect of things. I wanted you to know before something happened that can’t be taken back, while my daughter spreads her wings, looking for her independence.” Susan said calmly.

“Mooommmmm, He hasn’t even really kissed me yet!” Donna blushed. “I’m not a child anymore! I’m older than you were when you got knocked up with me.” I could feel the resentment from across the table.

“Is that because I insisted you go on alice in borderland izle the pill, or because you’ve actually waited to have sex?” I knew I was in the middle of an old fight and was looking for an escape. But then Susan turned to me.

“I’m sorry Steven. Donna and I have been having this argument for over a year. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but I was young once and made some hard choices. I’m trying to keep my daughter from having to make the choices I did.” She sighed and got up.

“This is so embarrassing….” Donna sighed and looked at me. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean, I was going to tell you, but…. And well now everything is screwed.” I could see the tears form in her eyes.

“Um, when do you turn eighteen?” I asked uncomfortably.

“In three months.” Donna said, wiping her eyes and smearing her make-up.

“Okay, um, that just means there has to be um, some boundaries….” I swallowed hard. “I mean I’m not a lecher or anything, but we could date and be celibate for that long.” I mean Donna was a nice girl with a killer body. If she was serious, it might just work out for all of us. I was willing to give it a shot.

“Really…? Donna squealed. “You’re not going to break up with me over this?” She started smiling.

“Um, not if it is okay with your mom that we date. I mean… well yeah, um.” Now I was blushing as Donna’s nipples tried to rip her jersey open.

“See mom, I told you he wasn’t just interested in my tits.” She called out triumphantly.

“Are you sure?” Susan asked me with a look.

“Yeah, sure. I mean I didn’t even know Donna was interested in dating me, if you know what I mean. I’ve just been helping her with her homework.” I stammered to a halt, wondering which head was doing the thinking.

“Yes, I see.” She smiled. “Donna, you might have actually found one of the good guys.” Susan put her hands on Donna’s shoulders. “I’m sorry if I made this difficult, but I know my daughter looks older than she is. I also know what it feels like to have all those raging hormones controlling your system. To be honest, that’s how Donna came to be. I thought it was love and he thought I was the piece of the week. I am a mom and can be over protective.” She shrugged.

“Can we finish dinner now?” Donna asked cleaning the streaked make-up off her face with her napkin.

So, Donna and I officially started dating. Unless we were doing school work, I promised to bring Susan as a chaperone when we did anything else. It gave all of us time to get to know one another. I liked Donna, but I’d admired Susan for her guts and determination for raising Donna all alone.

I guess you could say I was Donna’s Eighteenth birthday present. She unwrapped me and I learned that she wasn’t a virgin. It was simple really.

“Thank god mom has to work tonight. I’ve been waiting for this.” Donna told me as she stripped off her clothes. “I’m not a virgin and I need laid in the worst way. Come fuck me like you mean it.” By the time she was done talking, I was naked and she couldn’t talk with my seven inch cock in her mouth.

“God I love sucking a hard cock.” She gasped out and swallowed me to the root. I couldn’t take it. I was shooting my load into mouth her in less than a minute. She kept sucking me until I was hard again. She pushed me down and straddled me. As she was lining me up with her pussy, she told me.

“Grab my tits and hang on. I’ve needed this for months.” I was plunged into her wet and willing hole, while she rode me like a woman possessed. All I could do is hang on and enjoy the ride. She bounced up and down, she wiggled back and forth, and she even did this circle and grind motion that almost sucked my balls up into her twat, as she tried to see how much of my cock she could permanently imbed into her G-spot.

Donna used my body like an exercise machine. Every fifteen minutes we would change positions as we took turns fucking each other. When her hips got tired, I’d get on top and pound away until I couldn’t flex anymore. She wanted some doggie action and ended up doing the reverse cowboy until I came again. We finally stopped when she claimed her pussy was too sore to take another thrust.

“Damn, that was worth the wait.” She collapsed on my chest exhausted. “But no more waiting like that again. I plan on doing that as often as our schedule allows.” She panted, still trying to catch her breath after the last go around.

“Sorry I didn’t last that long the first time.” I told her as I stroked her sweat damp hair.

“I knew you wouldn’t. But it allowed for you to take more time after I popped your rocks. Not too many guys can last when you deep throat them like that.” Donna shrugged and I felt a tingle go down my spine.

I kept that conversation in the back of my mind for a long time. There was something wrong nagging at me like a paper cut on your finger. But, since I was being so well taken care of, it really didn’t click. I mean as americas got talent all stars izle far as I knew, Donna was doing her best to make sure I was one very sexually satisfied boyfriend.

I mean if we couldn’t get together because of class or something, she’d find me and I’d be the happy recipient of one of her fantastic, to the bone, blow jobs. She loved making my legs buckle as she swallowed me whole until I filed her throat with my spunk. She never hesitated in swallowing and made sure to lick up any that might have escaped.

I knew my heart had to be healthy from all the aerobic exercise we got at least three times a week, as she did her best to implant my cock into her pussy as far as it would go. The only no go. I was never allowed to take her ass. Hell, I could live with that. She was a wet dream come true in every other way.

All along, I kept in casual contact with Susan. We made sure to go to the movies or out to dinner with her at least twice a month. I really liked Susan, and often wondered what would happen if I met her before I became Donna’s pet boyfriend and fuck toy.

It was a few months later when Donna started bringing up the conversations about marriage and what-not. She was fairly subtle with question about what my plans were after graduation, where we’d like to live, things like that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I was happy, but I wasn’t quite sure if my sexual dynamo was ready to settle down. I did catch her looking at some other guys with drool apparent, if you know what I mean. But, I figured what the hell. It wasn’t like I didn’t look at her mother every chance I got. That idyllic haze lasted until the beginning of my final semester.

By then, we were all but married in Donna’s mind. It was firmly established that we were a couple, and that she had plans for me once I graduated. Hell, with school, work, and keeping her happy. I wasn’t thinking at all. I didn’t have time to think.

My last semester was the first time we didn’t have any classes together. As a matter of fact, it was like she chose classes at the opposite end of the school and at different times so we couldn’t be together. She sucked me dry and told me I was being foolish, as my ears rang from my orgasm. I figured I could live with it until we had time to work things out.

Every guy knows. I mean deep down we all know, when something is wrong. From the start, things really didn’t add up. But, when you’re fucked into submission by someone as sexy as Donna, you try and explain away those nagging feelings. It even looked like Susan wanted to say something to me a few times, but Donna’s radar was spot on, and that conversation didn’t happen.

My wakeup call came on an unscheduled day off. Damn the luck.

The power went out in our building and they sent everyone home. I figured what the hell. I knew Donna didn’t have class, so it might be time to have some great make up sex. I know other than a few blowjobs over the last few weeks our sex life had become nonexistent.

I went to Donna and Susan’s house. I knocked; no answer. I tried the door; it was open. So, I thought I’d sneak in and give her a big surprise. Well as it turns out, I was the one who was surprised. I walked in and I heard the noise from Donna’s room. I figure it had to be the TV. My gut knew, but hey, I was still trying to make excuses.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Take it slow… not too fast, let my ass get used to it. God your cock is huge.” I heard Donna pant. I was about to bust in and make a scene when I heard. “Get that hard dick over here and fill my mouth. I can’t wait to have all three holes filled with hard cock at the same time.” It felt like fire and ice running down my spine.

I turned and headed for the door. I did not want to see her being a slut for whoever she was fucking in her room. Hell, I might even have known them. Plenty of the guys had teased me about fucking Donna if they had a chance. I tried to force the sound out of my ears, as they all grunted together before I could close the door. I made it to the driveway as Susan pulled in. She took one look at my face and ran up and hugged me.

“I’m so sorry.” She said, and held me close. I couldn’t take it. I broke down and cried like a baby into her embrace. How could Donna be talking about getting a house together, marriage, and all that, and be in there fucking, I don’t know how many guys? How could she do this to me?

“We’ll get your car later.” Susan said a few minutes later when she walked me to her car and pushed me in. She got behind the wheel and drove off, not knowing if Donna heard or even cared.

I know she talked to me, but to this day I can’t remember what she said. I was in shock. Oddly after the initial blow, I wasn’t that hurt. I was more upset at myself for allowing the charade to go on as long as it did. Before I knew what was happening, Susan held my hand and guided me to a bench in a secluded park.

“How long have you known?” I asked, wondering if she was covering for her daughter.

“Until today, I only suspected.” She sighed. “I was going to confront her. That’s why I took the afternoon off.” Susan rubbed my hand between hers. “I’ve come home and the house smelled of sex. When I asked how you were doing, Donna said you hadn’t been there. I wanted to tell you, but didn’t know what to say.” She looked off, not wanting to see the pain on my face.

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Donna said she was going to take a shower then have breakfast. She said she will tell me what happened with Vanessa and Lisa.

After about an hour, Donna came down naked and made herself some breakfast.

As she was eating, she started telling me what happened. I drank my coffee and listened.

Donna first said that she got a bit of a rush walking to their place being nude outside.

She said that when they got to their house, Vanessa said we needed to shower. So, the three of us went upstairs to their master bathroom which had a shower big enough for more than four people.

We all showered together and I watched as Vanessa and Lisa were all over each other. I even started masturbating watching them. Then I felt a sudden warmth on my legs. Both women gave me a golden shower and told me to give them one. I spread my legs and let my pee go all over their legs.

We were in the shower what seemed like forever before we got out.

When we did, Lisa brought me to their bed and laid me down. She told me to relax as Vanessa came in and told me that she was going to shave me smooth.

As she started shaving me, Lisa straddled me with her back to me and placed her pussy over my mouth. I instinctively started lapping up her cunt juices. I even started licking at her asshole.

In a minute, my tongue was in her asshole. She started squirming a bit and pressed her ass down onto my face.

In the meantime, Vanessa said she was almost finished shaving me.

By the time Vanessa finished, Lisa had an orgasm and I was on the verge of cumming myself.

Vanessa finished and immediately started licking my smooth pussy and sliding her tongue in and out of my cunt.

It didn’t take long before I had multiple orgasms.

The whole night they took turns having sex with me, either one on one or both together. we

Then Donna stopped talking and I could see she was on the verge of crying.

I asked Donna what was the matter. She said she isn’t sure what she has become. She called herself dear edward izle a slut and whore. She said that she really enjoyed it all though and that is what scares her a few

I told her that she was my beautiful wife who is just experiencing new things. I told her I loved her. I also told her it was ok to try new things and that I support whatever she does.

I reminded her that I love her and gave her my blessing to continue her new discovery.

Then I said to her, “Donna I also love your smooth pussy. Thank Vanessa for me.”

Donna told me that she is meeting them in a couple of hours. She said they had something they wanted me to see. I have to go there naked, as she smiled

I told her to enjoy herself. I then added, “Donna, look, if they have ideas about you getting fucked by guys you will have to decide. I will still love you and it will not affect my love for you. I would want to know the details though.” as I smiled.

Donna spent some time getting ready for her next adventure.

It was time for her to leave and my naked wife strolled out of the house and over to our neighbor’s house. As she was walking, a car passed her and blew their horn and gave her a thumbs up.

I didn’t see Donna until the next morning.

When Donna finally came home she looked like she had a long night.

Without saying a word, she went right to bed.

Around noon time, my love woke up and showered and joined me.

I looked at her and asked her if she was ok. I also asked her what happened.

She looked at me and started telling me what went on.

“Tony,” she said, “they had six female friends and five men, one with a horse sized cock waiting for me.”

For the most part we just chatted and got to know one another. Of course we were all nude.

As we chatted, people started engaging in sexual activities. Women with women and one woman was riding a guy’s cock and nobody said anything.

Two guys sitting on the sofa in the middle of everyone death in the dorms izle started to jerk off. When they were ready to cum, Vanessa told me to let them cum all over me.

Since it wasn’t me having sex with them, I went over and knelt in front of them and let them shoot their hot cum on my tits.

Then two women came over and lapped up their cum from my tits and shared the cum with me.

Lisa told me to lay on the floor so the women could mount me and rub their pussies on mine, which I did.

I must have had a dozen orgasms by the time they finished with me.

I never sucked so many nipples at one time either. One woman was lactating and I sucked both of her tits dry. Her milk was delicious.

Then Vanessa laid next to me. The guy with the horse sized cock mounted her and she spread her legs for him.

Lisa helped line up his cock to her mother’s waiting cunt. As that was happening, the women came to me and offered their pussies to me and I ate every one of them.

I was also watching Vanessa getting fucked. I saw the guy’s huge cock going in and out of her cunt.

Then, I don’t know what happened or how, but the guy who was fucking Vanessa was now on top of me and already had his cock halfway in my cunt. I tried pushing him off but his cock was now fully seated in my cunt.

He started ramming my cunt even ad I tried to dismount him. Lisa and a couple of the women held me down as he started pumping harder and faster.

Then it happened. I started fucking him back, my cunt rising up to meet his thrusts.

When the women saw this, they let me go. Now I was fucking this guy because I wanted to fuck him.

It didn’t take long before I yelled out that I was cumming. As I did that, the guy said he was ready to cum too.

I pleaded with him not to cum in me but he said I was his slut and he was going to cum in me.

Then I felt streams of cum his cum filling my cunt. He came so hard I could actually feel his spurts diary of a gigolo izle hitting my insides. He must have shot a dozen loads of cum into me.

He finally got off of me, his cum still dripping from his cock. The women came over and were lapping up his cum as it oozed out my cunt.

After that, I went to Vanessa’s bed to rest.

The rest of the night was more of the same. The guy that fucked me, fucked me at least twice more that night.

I told her everything would be ok and that I loved her.

I told her it wasn’t her fault and told her I would speak to Vanessa.

“No, don’t do that Tony.” She said. “You see, I liked it. The first time I was scared but then I got into it with him. I enjoyed his big cock in me and him cumming in me. I know how that sounds but I can’t help it.”

She continued by telling me she wanted to fuck him again. She said I could be there. She continued by saying she needed it…that she needed and wanted all of it.

I told her to go rest and that I was going over to Vanessa’s but wouldn’t get nasty or anything like that with her. I promised her I would be good.

As Donna went upstairs, I headed over to Vanessa’s.

I rang the bell and Vanessa greeted me in the nude with a big kiss.

“Well, Tony, how is Donna? She had a long night last night. Did she tell you everything?”

Vanessa took me out to her patio and we continued our chat.

“Vanessa, Donna is hooked on women and now the guy. Our plan worked. My prim and prude of a wife is now the whore I always wanted and the best part she thinks it is all her fault. She has no idea we set her up.”

Lisa then came over and kissed me.

“How is your slutty little wife now?” Lisa asked.

I told her she is hooked now and she will do anything you guys tell her to do. I told them that their bonus would be substantial.

I asked Vanessa when the next orgy will take place and she said this Saturday and I was to come.

I told her I would be there and that Donna will be filmed so I could hold that over her head if need be. Vanesea agreed.

Before I left, I fucked mom and daughter.

After I got back to the house, I told Donna everything was going to be ok.

I told her that we are going over to their house on Saturday. Donna said that would be fine.

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I got the text around 6.30. “I’m leaving the spa in about ten minutes. So should be with you by 7. S xxx”.

I’d met Sophie a few months ago. She had been at a networking event at the Institute of Directors in Pall Mall. By far the youngest woman there, I’d naturally spotted her. But I hadn’t expected to be talking to her. However, we ended up with drinks in our hands having found a quiet corner with comfy leather sofas. Sophie had short dark hair and a winning smile with twinkling eyes. She dressed very professionally. You could see she had amazing legs and a great figure. We’d talked about her journey into marketing and setting up her own business. Just by being in her company, it made me feel on top of the world. I’d expected it to be just that evening though. We exchanged business cards at the end. Yes, we had flirted together all that evening and it had been enormous fun… But I couldn’t see how we’d meet again really.

A few months later, my clinic had decided to launch a cosmetic surgery line. And I said to the management team, that I knew the right person to manage our go to market strategy. Sophie’s card was out of my wallet and we had met a couple of times. Now was the evening to see the video to be launched through the channels she had selected. We’d arranged to meet at a bar near her home. I’d decided to book a room in the hotel nearby.

“I have had my nails manicured and painted a smutty scarlet for you. And I’ve had my make-up done.” The next text followed. I smiled. Well! There were my instructions to show my appreciation when I saw her. But I was still flattered that Sophie should make this effort. And my eyes fell on her choice of ‘smutty’. Certainly she was never less than the constant tease!

Then a third text came through. “Millie’s coming too as she said she’d like to be there the next time we met.” No request. No context. But Sophie had told me about Millie. She was apparently a close friend and a personal trainer at the nearby gym. She had come up as the subject of conversation at our last meeting. I remembered two things now. That Sophie had said that her decision to use waxing had followed an intimate moment between them. And that Sophie’s parting words had been “perhaps we should make it a threesome.” Each of our meetings seemed to test the boundaries every time.

7pm arrived and so did Sophie. She looked sensational with her business clothes, perfect hair and beautifully made up face. I stood up to greet her. I had chosen a dark wide pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt and strong purple tie. She laughed at my formality and we kissed affectionately on the cheek.

“I love your fingernails. Is striking the right word?” I said. Looking at the acrylic extensions that made her long fingers look even longer.

“Well, they could certainly do some damage against some soft skin.” said Sophie, her eyes twinkling as usual.

“I’d better keep my trousers on then”. I replied.

“Don’t you dare!” came back Sophie. “I won the contract from the spa. I’m in the mood to celebrate”.

“Well, let’s start that with some champagne.” I said. And I went to the bar, bringing back a bottle of Taittinger with three flutes.

“Millie’s always late. But I’ve had a text that she’s on her way. She’ll appreciate the champagne.”

And indeed, at that moment, a woman with the silkiest blonde hair arrived. As if to add to the drama of the moment, the bass opening of KT Tunstall’s “Suddenly I See” played over the speakers in the bar. Sophie leapt up and put her arms around her friend, kissing her on the mouth in front of me. I could see that Millie was a little shorter than Sophie. But she was equally smartly dressed in an electric blue blouse and black mid-thigh pencil skirt. Suddenly thoughts of her gym and her firm toned body flooded my head.

“… You can see she’s a beautiful girl, she’s a beautiful girl …” went the song over the speakers.

I shook myself mentally to collect my thoughts. I extended my hand rather formally. “Hello. You must be Millie! I’m Sam.”

Millie looked at me with gently amused eyes. She took my hand, but moved in closer to me. She turned her head slightly and I accepted the invitation to kiss her on the cheek as she kissed me back.

“Would you like some champagne, Millie?”

“Is the Pope a catholic?” she replied.

OK. Quick witted – like Sophie – I filed away. And I filled the last flute, handing it to Millie.

We turned our attention to the business of the evening. Sophie showed us the video. It captured what I had wanted to emphasise – that proper and professional consultations took place. It also gave the reassurance ciplak izle that our clinic was staffed with fully qualified physicians. And it subtly used the prestige of the Harley Street address. Overall, I was delighted with the results and I thanked Sophie. Millie critiqued from the perspective of someone who might be a customer.

Millie was sharp enough to point out that all the actresses were in absolutely no need of Botox or filler. This moved us on into a deep conversation on the ethics of the industry, social pressures, regulation, and so on. I could see I was in the company of two very intelligent women. I relaxed with the glass of champagne. It was just fun to be in the company of two beautiful, intelligent women. Accept the company and enjoy the conversation, I said to myself.

The conversation moved to more personal matters. Millie asked about how Sophie and I met. I asked Millie about her gym and training regime. Sophie raised the subject of tattoos and piercings! I had to admit that I had none. But with a little bravado, I decided to say that I had considered a cock ring.

“Eeee yuk” said Millie. “I don’t like those.”

“I don’t mind a cock cage.” said Sophie.

Quite quickly, I realised I was heading out of my depth.

“I understand Sophie has a nipple piercing!” I said to move the conversation along. The knowledge was from the benefit of our frank conversations.

“Yes,” said Millie. “her left to be precise.” The two girls looked at each other. I’ve just been trumped I thought to myself.

“I have a tattoo.” added Millie.

“Oh yes.” I asked. “Where is it and what is it of?”

“Under my breast and it’s a quote from Einstein”.

“OK.” the pitch of my voice raised. “Was not expecting that! So does Sophie know what the quote is?” Thinking of how Millie knew about Sophie.

“Hmmmm. Something about everyone being a genius but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”

“You do have a good memory, Soph.” confirmed Millie. And all I could think about was whether Sophie had actually read the tattoo.

“Well, it’s been a different kind of evening” I said as the clock moved on to 9pm. “Intelligent conversation and philosophy. Not my usual Friday evening. Thank you, both. I need to send the video on to the management committee. I promised it them tonight for our Steering Committee tomorrow. It’s been such a pleasure.”

And we parted with affectionate kisses but with a sense of tension that there was really much more to the evening.

I headed on to my hotel. And I posted the video from my email to the team.

It was 9.30pm. My phone buzzed. I looked down at the text. Sophie’s name was above it. “We’re in the bath together, Sam. xxxxx”

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again. “Come over if you want dirty sex tonight. S&M (kinda has a ring to it dontcha think?)”

I picked up my phone. “Where?”

A few seconds later Sophie texted me her address.

…

I arrived at Sophie’s at one minute past ten to ring the doorbell. There was still a part of me that could not believe this was happening to a middle aged guy like me. Was I being set up? Was it a complete stranger’s house I was being sent to in a massive practical joke?

Millie answered the front door, leaning around it – her fine blonde hair cascading down over her shoulder. I almost sighed with relief. Millie ushered me in, closing the front door behind us. I then saw that she was just wearing a black and white hooped rugby shirt.

“I don’t recognise the colours.” I said

“Brive.” replied Millie, pushing her chest out … presumably in order to display the club badge.

“Ah, the French club!”

I followed Millie down the hall. The shirt meant that the whole length of her legs was shown. They were golden tanned, matching her hair, and they had a wonderful muscled skin tone. The fact that I couldn’t see any of her ass under the shirt paid wonderful tribute to the condition of her glutes!

Then I saw Sophie. She stood in the room in matching bra and thong with hold up stockings and six inch heels. Her legs simply went on forever.

“Sophie. You look incredible… I mean you both do…”

The three of us embraced in the middle of the room, kissing each other’s mouths as we held onto one another.

“Give me your jacket, Doctor Sam” said Millie as we let go of each other.

“And I told you that I wouldn’t let you keep your trousers on tonight.” reminded Sophie.

“I suppose I am a little overdressed in the circumstances!” I said. commander fort izle I undressed unbuttoning my shirt and standing in my boxers.

“And those too.” instructed Sophie.

I pulled down my boxers so I stood is just my unbuttoned white shirt. Sophie walked up to me. She ran her nails up my balls and grazed them along my shaft.

“It’s quite an animal, Sam. I’d say it needs caging. But we’ll let it out tonight.”

And she kissed me on the mouth again as she scratched her nails along the bottom of my balls again, to leave me completely erect.

An empty bottle of Moët lay on the carpet and another one opened. Clearly some Dutch courage had been needed to fire off those texts. I looked at the gorgeous pair as Sophie sat down and they both picked up their glasses to drink. I knelt at Sophie’s feet, looking up at her, and slipped her heels off. Then I reached up and slipped her stocking off too, my fingertips brushing her thigh gently as I pulled it off her. She closed her eyes momentarily to savour the touch.

I looked up into Sophie’s deep brown eyes as she opened them again. The twinkle had been replaced by serious desire.

“Have you ever had your wrists tied?” I asked her.

She shook her head.

“Lay on the ground. Put your arms over your head.” I said.

Sophie slipped to the ground and followed my order. I moved above her to tie her wrists together with her stocking. Millie moved down and picked up the bottle. She seemed to effortlessly slip Sophie’s thong to the side and push the neck of the bottle into her pussy.

“Just as well it wasn’t Mumm” I murmured.

The two girls seem to instantly get into it. Sophie was thrashing against the bottle as Millie thrust it in and out of her. Her head was rocking side to side.

“Millie – kiss my tit the way you do.” screamed Sophie. Her long neck stretched up so she looked pleadingly down at Millie as she lay on the ground.

I moved round to take over bottle duties from Millie. Millie moved to the side of Sophie. She knelt down and started kissing her. I watched as she lifted Sophie’s breast from the bra cup and used her mouth and lips and tongue to pleasure her nipple. It was the most delicate of touches, just using the piercing through the nipple to pull and stretch her every now and then; every time eliciting a moan from Sophie. Millie’s hand reached down to mine as she continued to suck Sophie’s breast. She guided the angle and the depth of the bottle as I picked up the speed. Sophie was bucking and screaming now. Millie’s hand left mine and trailed along the bottle until her fingers rolled against Sophie’s clit. Sophie’s back arched as the orgasm rose through her body. Millie stopped my hand and released Sophie’s nipple. Her legs clutched in and then she fell back to the floor.

Millie looked at her and chuckled.

“I have never seen you look such a mess, Soph! Your hair is all over the place. You’ve got one stocking on, the left breast out of your bra and your thong pulled across.”

Sophie didn’t seem to mind how she had got so dishevelled.

“Sam. I want your cum over me too.”

I grabbed my cock in my hand only too glad to touch myself. And I started to stroke. Millie freed Sophie’s hands as Sophie lay there recovering her breath.

“Millie – come and help me.” I said.

Millie came to me and replaced my hand with hers. We stood over Sophie as Millie pumped me with a corkscrew action. I looked into her strong blue eyes. It was almost too intense. And I had to throw my head back and just give myself to the girl’s hand. Sophie sat up as she recognised that my climax was close. Almost instantly, the first ejaculation fired into her face. The second hit her chin and ran down her breasts. Millie yanked the final few squirts from me.

Sophie wiped some of the warm white ribbon on her face with her hand. She presented Millie with her cum-covered fingers. Millie licked it off her and then began kissing and licking it off her face. The girls continued. Millie took off Sophie’s bra. Then Sophie lifted off Millie’s rugby shirt. Her mouth trailed down Millie’s body. I watched as Sophie performed the intimate act on Millie that had persuaded Sophie herself to start waxing. She licked and kissed and probed Millie’s utterly smooth cunt with her tongue. Millie fell back and gripped the side of the armchair. Her hips thrust out to Sophie’s mouth. She rocked her hips in time with Sophie. She squeezed with her hands. She closed her eyes. And I listened as her breathing got faster, until there was a long moan from her mouth and her legs locked, thrusting copenhagen cowboy izle her ass off the seat. We had all reached climax now.

I didn’t want it over. Millie was naked slumped in the chair. I was sat on the sofa opposite having watched the two girls. I slipped off my shirt. Sophie was sat on the floor. I moved down beside Sophie as Millie lay recovering.

“Time to get you out of those last clothes.” I whispered in her ear as I put my arms around her from behind.

Sophie’s bra and one stocking lay strewn on the carpet. She sat up and stretched out her leg so that I could push the other stocking down from behind her. I slipped it off her foot and placed it with her other stocking. Then I put my hands on the strings off her thong. She lifted her ass and let me slide it off her too. Millie was watching and alert now, so I playfully tossed the thong to her. She smiled and draped it over her face before placing it down. The air crackled with the moment of silence and anticipation for round two.

So I asked Sophie.

“Do you have any toys?”

“Upstairs in the bedroom.”

“What do you have?”

“Rabbit. Bullet. Butt plug. And anal beads.”

“Bring the bullet and the anal beads down. You’re going to use them on Millie.”

Sophie leapt up to go on her errand. I went over to Millie and took her in my arms pulling her to me. For the first time, I now touched her incredible body. It was so firm, with such smooth, soft skin. I pulled her into me so I could feel her breasts against my chest. My hand ran down her back and squeezed her firm muscular ass. Absolutely incredible I thought to myself.

Sophie returned quickly. She placed the butt plug next to me.

“And that’s going into your ass later, bad boy.”

Millie drew out of my arms and lay on the carpet raising her butt in the air. She knew exactly what she was going to be asked and didn’t seem to mind at all. Sophie squeezed the lube straight onto Millie’s rosebud. And then she buried the beads into her one by one using her long nails to push each one in. Millie groaned on each occasion and I counted the six beads. She then rolled over with her knees up and legs apart. Sophie took the bullet and started low. She worked it up and down the lips of Millie’s pussy and over her clit. The moans continued from Millie’s mouth. I wanted to come close and watch again. I moved above her and started caressing those beautiful breasts that I had felt touched against me a few moments ago. Sophie began probing Millie with the bullet, speeding it up. Again Millie’s back arched and she looked down and thrust back into the vibrating toy.

Millie started calling out and bucking. She was clearly close. Then she stiffened. Sophie ripped the string of beads out of her ass. And Millie’s scream pierced the room. She shattered between us as her orgasm crashed over her. And then collapsed to the floor legs splayed.

Sophie and I left her to recover and started to make out. We were standing, kissing, stroking, touching. Sophie’s hand dropped to my crotch and started raking my balls and cock again. As she did, I felt a lubed finger on my asshole. Millie was behind me and inserting the butt plug. I gasped and Sophie dropped to her knees as she felt my cock respond. Millie was pushing the plug in my ass as Sophie used her mouth on my cock. Then to my shock, Millie stretched a rubber resistance band around our hips and tied us together.

“I’m going to use you as my strap on, Sam.” she whispered in my ear.

Sophie sat on two cushions on the edge of the sofa spreading her legs. Millie and I moved between her legs. Sophie took my cock in her hand and guided it onto her dripping pussy.

“Now!” she called out.

And I felt Millie push my hips. My cock slid inside Sophie. Millie began to thrust back and forth. My hips took the timing from her, lock-stepped by the tight rubber strap holding us. Sophie’s pussy felt so good around me. And every time Millie thrust, then not only did I fuck Sophie but Millie’s bone seemed to drive the plug deeper into my ass. My head went wild and I felt my cock begging to cum.

“I’m going to cum.” I shouted out.

“Shoot” ordered Millie.

“Cum in me.” cried out Sophie. She was thrusting her hips back hard into me. She was panting and moaning.

I reached back and grabbed Millie’s ass to signal to stop thrusting. Buried in Sophie’s pussy, my cock spasmed and emptied its second load. As I did, Sophie’s moan went suddenly louder and I felt her pussy clutch on my shaft. The cum inside her seemed to tip her over the edge. The climax washed across her body.

“Mmmmm. You are the perfect strap on, Sam.” whispered Millie into my ear. “I must keep you in the bottom drawer by my bed.”

“I think the pleasure was all mine, Millie.” I said.

Then I looked down at Sophie with her arms and legs splayed in post-orgasmic bliss.

“Well, possibly not all.”

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Well, in this dream we were at my house. I don’t know what we were doing or what you said or anything but I just remember being very turned on all of the sudden and really wanting to get you alone. So I ask you to come into the bedroom for something. You follow me in and shut the door behind you. I turn around and press you back against the wall and pull you down to me by the front of your shirt. I kiss you, urgently and roughly. There’s no soft gentle exploration this time. This is all tongues swirling and teeth nipping. My hands are fisted in the front of your shirt and yours are up in my hair. I tear my mouth away from yours and move over your jaw to your neck, you can feel my tongue sliding over your skin. I move up on my tiptoes to nip at your earlobe with my teeth and start unbuttoning your shirt while I run my tongue over your ear. I get your shirt unbuttoned and run my hands down your chest before turning you around by your waist and pushing you down to sit on the bed.

I immediately climb up on your lap so I’m straddling you, facing you. I pull your lips back to mine and immediately feel your tongue in my mouth. I pull your shirt off just in time before you yank my shirt over my head and off. One hand goes into my hair to pull my head back so you can get to my neck with your tongue and teeth while the other one is busily undoing my bra. You pull my bra off and my breasts spill out into your hands. When your fingers start to rub my nipples I decide that I need to take back control of this situation before I forget what I wanted to happen. I pull your hands away from my breasts and they immediately go down to undo my jeans. I manage to pull away from you and stand up. I pull you up with me and you push my jeans off my hips as you stand up. Once you get them off you try to business proposal izle pull me tight up against you. I know if I let you start leading things I’ll totally forget myself so I turn us around and push you back up against the wall. You have a very amused look on your face and you’re looking at me as if to say “Ok, we’ll see where you’re going with this.”

I decide to see if your nipples are as sensitive as mine and run my fingers over them. I let my fingers keep moving down your chest and over your stomach to the buckle of your belt. I’m unfastening your pants and pushing them down while I flick my tongue lightly over your nipple. I look up to test your reaction. You seem to be breathing a little heavier which I take as a good sign so I completely envelop your nipple in my mouth this time and flick my tongue over it with a little more pressure before drawing it into my mouth and sucking lightly on it. I pull your underwear away from your body and wrap my hand around your cock which is hard and throbbing in my hand. Your hands which were resting at my hips grip them as you groan lightly. I start kissing down your chest, slowly lowering myself to my knees and pushing your underwear off as I go. As I come to rest in front of you, you push your hands lightly into my hair. Your cock is right in front of me now and you can feel my hot breath on it but I haven’t touched it yet with anything more than my hand. I grip your cock more firmly in my hand and lightly trace my tongue around the tip. You wait for me to take you into my mouth but I continue to run my tongue over your cock. Your hands tighten in my hair and you try to pull me forward. I put my hand on your hip and push back lightly against your hands.

I pull your cock up against your stomach, lean forward and take one of your balls into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue, sucking on it gently. cahil periler izle I do the same to the other and stroke your cock in my hand. Still holding your cock against your stomach, I move my mouth back up kissing your cock back up to the tip before engulfing it in my mouth. I get as much of your cock in my mouth as I can before coming back up, taking a breath, and working you back into my mouth and then my throat. I take the last few inches in my mouth, my lips wrapped around the base of your cock, my tongue swirling around you. I hold you there, not moving. I reach down and cup your balls in my hand, squeezing gently. I hear you moan something but can’t make out what, if anything, you said. I start to move my head back up, easing your cock out of my throat. I pull your cock completely out of my mouth, stroking it a few times before putting it back in my mouth and sucking softly on just the head. This time when you push me forward gently I let you and start bobbing my head slowly on your cock. I think how odd it is how much I’m enjoying having your cock in my mouth because blow jobs really aren’t my favorite thing but I find myself moaning around your cock as I move faster, starting to suck harder. I continue for a few minutes before pulling your cock out of my mouth. I don’t know how close you are or even if you’re close at all but I know I have other plans for your cock, other places I want to enjoy it. As I start to stand up you keep pulling me up right onto my toes and kiss me urgently.

I turn you back around and push you onto the bed again, this time all the way back onto your back. I let myself come with you, continuing to kiss you, loving the feel of your tongue around mine. Your hands are pushing my panties off my hips and down until I can kick them the rest of the way off. Your hands move between my legs, stroking against my pussy, feeling how cars on the road izle wet I am. Before you can do anymore I sit up and take your cock in my hand, stroking it back and forth against me before sinking down on it. I moan and bite my lip, you know it’s been a long time since I was on top and I’d forgotten how deep you can go and how good it feels. I start rolling my hips around your cock, groaning at how good you feel inside me. You sense I’m a little lost at how to go from there so you put your hands on my hips and start to move under me, guiding me until I get the rhythm. You take my breasts in your hands and I lean forward so you can suck on my nipples as I continue to move over you. You can tell by the way my pussy is gripping your cock and how loud my moans are getting that it’s not going to be long for me. I sit straight up and slam myself down the last couple of times. As I start cumming my moans change to babbling “Oh God oh god oh my god” to light screams as I really lose control. You moan and pull me forward as the warm rush of my cum runs down your cock and over your balls. You can still feel my pussy spasming around your cock as you roll us over so I’m on my back.

You’re still inside me, not moving at the moment, giving me a chance to recover, so to speak. You can feel my breath against your neck, hot and fast. As it starts to slow down a little you feel my tongue stroking against your neck, flicking over your skin. You start moving inside me again, slowly, then faster and deeper. I gasp and wrap a leg around your waist, arching my hips up against you. You move faster as I whisper in your ear for you to fuck me harder, and faster, and deeper and most of the time I don’t know what I’m saying I just know I want more and more. I keep whispering, about how good you feel and how I don’t want you to stop. Soon you hear me breathing faster and my whispers have turned into moans. I rest my forehead against your shoulder, my hands clutching at your back as I start to go over again. You know you’re close and you let go so you can go with me. You’re groaning and I’m screaming into your shoulder as we ride out the wave together, my hands gripping your ass. We both lay there, not moving and breathing hard.

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She stood staring out the window, not really seeing anything at all but lost in her own thoughts, instead. The box she was unpacking was forgotten at her feet for the moment. Shoulders relaxing, she lets out a sigh and idly wonders if it was a sad one or one of content. At this point in her life, she’s not sure of anything, even her own emotions.

Three weeks ago she and her family loaded everything they owned and moved across the country to start a new life. He’s promised her it will be good for them, and she doesn’t think she cares one way or the other. She is simply glad for the change. He started to work immediately and left her to deal with the house while he’s gone during the week. The kids are in school. She does regret moving them in the middle of the year, but at least they are both young enough that they seem to be adjusting well. She sighs again, this time knowing it’s a sad one; her babies are growing up. But she’s glad too, with the freedom she has now that they are both in school. Maybe she’ll actually take time to do things for herself. What’s that old cliché? Read books she’s always wanted to read? Somehow she doubts she’ll ever really get around to it, but anything is possible.

It’s hard to believe that she’s left behind everything she’s ever known and moved to a house that she had never seen until they moved into it. They are renting for now, but the owner said if it all worked out he would be willing to sell if they want it. It’s a nice neighborhood from what’s she’s seen, which isn’t much. She’s been too busy trying to unpack and find a spot for everything. Drawing herself out of her reverie she looks down into the box at her feet and gets back to work.

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He flips through the radio stations trying to find his talk show. Why can’t he ever remember where it is? Goodness knows he’s made this trip enough times he should have everything about it memorized, much less the radio channel. Giving up in frustration, he leaves it on a country station that’s coming in clear, for the moment, and turns it down so it’s just a low buzz in his head. He hates this drive and for the thousandth time curses himself for having to make it. If she wasn’t so stubborn… or maybe if he wasn’t? He’s not sure of anything now. Last trip home was a disaster, and he’s not expecting it to be much better this time. The conversations with her over the week haven’t been promising. Just casual conversations, the weather, work….nothing too personal. But at least there hasn’t been any shouting, yet. Losing himself in the hum of the road, he flexes his shoulders and tries to relax in his seat. He picks up his cell phone out of the seat next to him and calls his house. No answer, just her voice on the machine. He leaves a quick message with his arrival time and hangs up, wondering where she is. He could call her cell, but she’d probably just be aggravated that he’s tracking her down.

Hours later he makes the final leg of the journey home, stopping at the liquor store before heading on to his house. He pulls into the drive, and relief at just being home washes over him. One more trip safely completed. As he unloads the truck he’s saddened but not surprised that no one comes out to greet him. Two trips inside to cart all his laundry and other belongings in and still no one is present. He figures she must already be in bed, as it is pretty late. He turns off all the lights, and makes his way in the dark to the kitchen to put his beer in the fridge. Standing in the cool glow of the fridge light he closes his eyes and wishes for the best. He closes the door and heads for their room.

She’s in the bed, but not sleeping because as he walks in she rolls over and her eyes open to stare at him in the dark. He doesn’t say anything as his body tenses, waiting. For what, he doesn’t know. I sign from her, he supposes. She doesn’t say anything, just rolls back over and closes her eyes.

Releasing the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his shoulders drop and his head hangs. Moving to his side of the bed he undresses. Not really ready for sleep because his mind is racing, he stands gazing out the window. Vaguely he notes that the house across the street is lit up. Someone must be renting it again. He makes a mental note to ask her in the morning if she has met them. Maybe they have a boy the right age to be a pal for her boy. He lays downs beside her and feels her shift away. Sleep is a long time coming.

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The sound of laughter wakes her as sunlight spills across the bed and she smiles. Oh how those kids love to laugh! It’s what she lives for. Tossing her arm out to the side, her smile fades when she remembers he isn’t there beside her. But there is no time for lying around feeling depressed. Kids have to be fed and dressed and rushed out the door to catch the bus. They can lay around tomorrow and start the weekend off right. But today is Friday and there is a schedule to keep. She shuffles to the bathroom to take care of her morning business. Minutes later she emerges to find the little Börü 2039 izle one standing outside the bathroom door. The little girl obviously has decided to dress herself for school today and has picked a very striking combination of stripes and polka-dots. Fighting down laughter she decides to leave it alone and goes to fix breakfast. They are only little once.

Thirty minutes later they are fed and out the door, full of the boundless energy only the truly young possess. She sits at the kitchen table, watching cereal float in their breakfast bowls and wonders how she’ll fill the hours til they come home. She never thought she could feel so lonely. Maybe today she could start seriously looking for a job. Thoughts of work push her out of her chair and out the front door to get the newspaper. She walks quickly, hoping no one is watching her with her wild bed hair, bare feet, and her favorite jammy t-shirt that barely covers her ass. Tossing the paper on the couch she heads to her room to shower and start her day. She peels off her shirt and slips her panties down and steps out of them. She tries to avoid the mirrors on her way into the shower and is soon lost in steam.

After her shower she dresses quickly and grabs the paper, unrolling it as she slips on some shoes and heads outside. The yard is definitely taking on a brown cast and she intends to water it this morning while perusing the paper for job opportunities. Putting the paper down on the porch she heads to the side of the house where the hose is laying in a tangle, exactly where she left it three weeks ago when she unloaded it.

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She left this morning for work without really saying anything to him. At least, nothing he wanted to hear. He walks aimlessly through the house, not really seeing anything. Deciding he’ll play golf today he dresses and goes to load his clubs in the truck. As he lifts the clubs into the truck an ear-piercing squeal fills the still morning air. Tossing them to the seat, and half hoping they stay put he turns and looks for the cause of the commotion. He finds it. As he jogs across the street he’s already laughing. Reaching down to turn off the water he also offers out a hand to lift her off the ground. She looks like she’s been attacked by her water hose. His laugh cuts off sharply as he really looks at her. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears.

“Are you OK?” he asks her very quietly.

“I think it’s safe to say my hose has a leaky connection. Wouldn’t you agree?” She looks down at herself and groans at the water soaking her clothes. Her shoes are splattered with mud, as are most of her legs. Her shoulders start to shake and he’s afraid she’s crying until he hears a small giggle escape her lips. She throws a hand over her mouth as if she feels the need to hold it in. He grins at this woman standing in front of him.

“I could help you, if you want. I’ve got some plumbers’ tape. I’m sure that’s all you need to make it stop spraying like that around the seal.”

“That would be nice, thanks. I’m sure we have some somewhere but I wouldn’t know where to start looking.”

“I’ll just run and get mine. It won’t take but a second.”

He jogs back across the street and into the house. Taking deep breaths, he digs around in the toolbox looking for the tape. “Whew”, he blows out in a breath. First impressions aren’t everything but she sure makes a lasting one.

Her heart is pounding and she’s not so sure it’s all from the fight she just lost with the hose. What a great way to make an impression. She looks like a fool, a soppy muddy fool.

He returns shortly with the tape and she hovers over his shoulder watching what he does, in case she ever has to do it herself. He finds her distracting with her leg brushing his shoulder as he squats down but she seems oblivious to his discomfort, asking questions about the work. Her breath blows across his ear and he jerks away. Hopefully she’ll think I lost my balance, he thinks to himself, as he balances on the balls of his feet again. He takes quick peeks at her from the corner of his eye. Her breasts hang heavy, straining against her thin wet shirt as she leans over him. He feels a stirring in his groin and jerks his eyes away as if he has been burned. She smells faintly of something soft and powdery, and he wonders when was the last time he noticed such a small detail about a woman. Her legs are not long, but muscled like a runner’s and very tan. He follows them up to the edge of her shorts and is intrigued by what might be under them.

She leans close to him as he works, watching intently, pretending to pay attention. But all she really cares about is the way he smells. Funny how she’s always found her sense of smell to be so powerfully linked to her emotions. He has the familiar man smell of shampoo, after-shave, and deodorant. Wondering if he showered this morning her minds drifts off to thoughts of him wet and naked. She blows her breath out in little puffs. She’s brought back to the present when she feels boys in blue izle him start to lose his balance as her thigh brushes against his shoulder. She backs up some from him as he steadies himself. Just another minute and he’s all finished. He stands and turns to face her, a huge smile on his face.

“There you go, try it now.”

“Oh no, you turn it on. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but still….”

Laughing, he reaches down to turn on the water. It hisses as the hose fills with water, moving like a snake, but no water escapes. He gives a satisfied nod, looking at her and she nods too.

“Would you like something to drink? I have some tea.”

She looks at him expectantly, yet sure that he’ll say no. She’s no fool; she knows how she looks to men. She is always one to be called cute but never pretty. A little plump after two kids, although it’s hidden well. Plain long brown hair that is hard to tame with its natural curl. Average, that’s the perfect word for her. Although she does like her smile, and she knows her eyes are striking. She feels those are her only redeeming features, but what man wants a woman for her eyes?

He doesn’t say anything, just nods, and he notices that she blinks in surprise. Was he supposed to say no? Why did she ask then? Women! She leads to the door, but he waits on the step as she goes in. She turns and smiles funny at him. “You can come in if you want to, it’s OK. The place is a mess, boxes…” She trails off as her face turns red. He follows her in through the door and she gestures off to the right where he can see her sofa surrounded by boxes. “Have a seat if you can get close enough to it. You might have to make a jump for it.” She laughs at her own joke and walks off in the direction of her kitchen. His eyes watch the sway of her hips as she disappears around the corner.

He threads his way to the couch and sits on one end. She returns with two glasses of ice tea and hands one to him. She takes a seat at the other end. After kicking off her shoes she curls her legs up underneath her and faces him, holding her glass to her lips, as if she’s trying to hide behind it.

“So, neighbor, you have a name?” he asks her. “I’m Michael. I live right across from you.”

“Oh, I’m Diane. Nice to meet you, and thank you…”

They sit staring at each other from the length of the couch. He sits his glass down on a box near him and moves closer to her end. He asks her questions about herself and her family. He’s discouraged to hear she’s married, but something in her voice when she mentions it leaves him with some questions. He’ll leave them unasked for now. He smiles at her expression when she talks about her children, and is impressed to hear that just a few short months ago she graduated from college. They talk about jobs for awhile and he tells her he’s in the army and about having to travel so much. He mentions his marriage briefly with a small frown, and presses on to other subjects.

An hour passes pleasantly, and then she uncurls herself from the couch and stands. She announces that she really should get back to what she was planning on doing that day, and waits for him to rise and head towards the door. She could swear she saw a shadow of regret on his face, but it passes so quickly she’s isn’t sure. She starts to open the door for him when he lays a hand on her arm. She looks down at his fingers touching her arm and feels tingles slide down her spine.

“Diane, I enjoy your company. Would you mind sharing the day with me? You can water your yard tomorrow.”

He smiles an electric smile and she loves the ways his eyes crinkle at the corners. She also loves the feeling of the butterflies it stirs in her stomach. She’s not naive and she’s seen that kind of smile before, she just can’t believe someone is directing it at her. She blushes and a smile plays at the corners of her mouth. She hopes he finds encouragement written on her face, because she’s terrified to make the first move, or to open her mouth to respond, afraid he’ll hear the rush of passion in her voice. She leans as close to him as she can without brushing against his body, that’s the best she can do. Anything more and she’ll lose her nerve.

He sees her blush and her secret smile and again feels a stirring in his cock. As she leans he cups her chin in his hand and gently lowers his mouth over hers. The sharp intake of her breath is arousing. He kisses her softly, not wanting to scare her. Their lips part and they back away. Without a word she takes his hand and leads him back through the house to her room.

She pauses in the doorway until he nudges her on the ass. They can’t stop now. “I’ll be right back,” she whispers. She heads into her bathroom. Through the closed door he hears her running water. When she returns he sees that droplets of water are still sliding down her legs where she has washed the mud off of them. She looks beautiful to him, and so unsure of herself. He crosses to her and wraps his arms tightly around break point izle her. She hides her face against his chest breathing in the smell of him. “Are you OK?” he asks gently. She nods her head and squeezes him tightly. “Lay down.” She lets him go and sits on the bed, pushing herself backwards with her feet until her head reaches the top. Leaning back on her hands she watches him as he strips down to just his shorts. He has a dark smattering of hair that gets thicker the closer it gets to his waistband. He comes and lies down on his side facing her, propped up on one arm. She mirrors him, so they are facing, side by side. They begin to kiss, slowly at first, him opening her lips with the eager probing of his tongue. She opens willingly to him and they spend time leisurely getting to know each other in the most intimate way. She’s always found that kissing is more personal than anything else two people can do together.

She pulls back after a lifetime of kisses and lies down. Reaching down to grab the bottom of her t-shirt she arches her back off the bed to pull it up over her head and tosses it off the edge. Slipping one hand around her back she unfastens her bra and takes it off, and it joins her shirt in the floor. He whistles through his teeth at the sight of her exposed breasts. As a present to herself for graduation she had saved all her money and bought new boobs. They are nothing extravagant, but well suited to her short frame. She now has very full C’s and she loves them. They lay on her chest like two perfect orbs calling to him. She has not shown them to anyone except her husband until now, and she enjoys the hungry stare. He reaches out to give feather light touches with his fingertips to one nipple and is rewarded instantly by the tightening of her skin forming a hard brown peak. She closes her eyes just as he starts to lower his mouth to her firm nipple.

She’s not sure what she expects from him, but she is certainly startled to feel just his warm breath on her skin. Waiting for the feel of his tongue is agony and she arches up towards him. He gives a low throaty laugh at her eagerness and obliges her, taking her nipple between his teeth and gently nibbling. It sends sharp tingles down her body as if her nipples are directly connected to her clit. He rolls quickly so that he sits low on her thighs straddling her so he can touch both breasts. He kneads them, licking from one nipple, down the valley between them, and then over to the other nipple. Sharp quick flicks with his tongue have her squirming underneath him, but she can’t get away. She tries to cover herself, to stop the torturous pleasure but he grabs her wrists and twists her arms over her head and holds them there. Her eyes open in surprise and anticipation. He looks up to give her a lopsided grin, and then with one last flick at each nipple he rolls off her. Standing up again, he finishes undressing himself, sliding out of his shorts and underwear.

Taking her cue from him she slides off her side of the bed to take off her shorts and her panties. She feels very vulnerable standing before this incredible creature with his firm body that is perfectly proportioned. He stands, lightly holding his hard cock in one hand, eyeing her from the top of her head down to her pink painted toenails and then back up again, stopping at her eyes. Surprisingly she sees approval in his gaze and she feels flushed all over. She turns from him to break away from his stare and crawls onto the bed, lying on her stomach.

He stretches out beside her on the bed. He sweeps her long dark hair off of her neck and brushes his lips across her tender skin. She shivers and giggles softly. His kisses press harder so he doesn’t tickle her and she now whimpers. With one hand his fingertips are tracing the curve of her shoulder blades, down her spine, to the small of her back, resting at the top of her ass. Shifting, he presses himself up to his hands and knees, hovering over her so he can leave a trail of damp kisses from her neck to her ass.

She rolls over and wraps an arm around his side, pulling, telling him without words where she wants him. He positions himself between her thighs and holds himself up with his arms. They tremble on either side of her head. He lowers his body down on top of hers, his hard cock pressed against her belly as they kiss long and hard. Her hands take advantage of the time and explore his body, the slope of his shoulders, the curve of his ass, down the sides of his hard thighs, and back up, to rest lightly on the small of his back. Her fingertips press into his skin as she becomes more and more aroused by his kisses. He breaks away from the kiss and slides his body down hers until his cock is brushing against her swollen outer lips. Their eyes lock as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside her. She is slick with desire and he pushes the rest of the way into her with one quick thrust. She gasps as she feels him stretching her, filling her. He’s much larger than what she is used to. It’s slightly painful but in a pleasing way. He lays still waiting for her to adjust to him. When he feels her relax around him he begins to move. Sliding one hand under her he lifts her lower back up off the bed. Their bodies are pressed close together so that with every stroke he rubs her clit causing her to moan deliciously.

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Molly and I were walking back to her car. We had just left O’Neils bar after the retirement party. It was late, the party had closed the bar down and the night was cool, low 60’s, it felt good. We both had quite a bit to drink, but with food and water occasionally, we were certainly not drunk, at least to excess. Her car was behind the apartment building across the street from the bar. We were talking about work and the party. She looked great, long light brown hair half way down her back, tight jeans and an equally tight black blouse showing off what I suspected were some enhanced tits and an otherwise great figure.

We’d worked together for several years and had become close friends. She was married, her husband was out of town. We both knew intimate relationship things about the other as we’d confided in each other over time. She’d helped me through a tough relationship fallout. Friendships between men and women can be complication. Tonight was a perfect example, she was a friend for sure, but tonight I wanted more.

We got to her Honda CRV, the parking lot was mostly dark. A couple lights on the edge of the lot shown over the black asphalt. But still dark enough to be a little scary, a little dangerous, a little adventurous.

“Thanks for walking me to the car”. Molly touched my arm as she spoke, standing right beside me.

“Ah, not a problem.” I opened the door, brushing my hip against hers. She didn’t move.

“Sure you’re good to get home? You don’t need a ride?” I asked

“I’m okay. I can drive okay. How about you?” Molly raised her eyebrows.

“I could definitely use a ride.” I volunteered. I stepped in close.

“But I need my ride right here, in the parking lot.” I went for broke. I put my hands on her ass, reaching low to the bottom of it, caressing the bottom of her cheeks. I pulled her close so her tits touched my chest.

She looked straight into my eyes. Big brown eyes narrowed, questioning, wondering, deliberating.

“Is that so?” she asked. She didn’t move away. I had my opportunity.

Not wanting to give her time to think, I leaned in and kissed her, open mouthed, my tongue probed for hers. She responded in kind. I couldn’t believe my luck! The kiss was soft and easy. It felt good with her. Wanting to move this along fast before she changed her mind, I moved my hand down inside the front of her jeans, trying for between her legs, reaching, massaging, probing, feeling soft flesh through the jeans. They were tight, I couldn’t get where I wanted to be. The pants had to go. My other hand quickly unbuttoned the front of her jeans and took the zipper down. Now I could I push my hand down inside her pants, over her stomach to between her legs, finding the warm crease. She was completely shaven. It was warm and smooth and very soft.

She stood there and let me.

I pulled back from the kiss and, putting one hand on her hip, the other cupped her crotch and a finger pierced the slit between her legs and slid up inside. I probed it up and back. Molly spread her legs a little, closed her eyes and rolled her head back, moaning quietly. I took the hand on her hip and moved it under the blouse, up her ribs until I felt the material of the bra and went under it. That big, soft tit felt great. I rubbed my thumb on the nipple. She gave another accepting moan. My cock went hard in an instant.

Molly hands went to my pants and rubbed bulge pushing out at her. She undid the belt, the button and unzipped. Her hand went down the front of my pants and grabbed my thick rod, now getting to full length, almost 9 inches. Her other hand went down the front and cradled my balls as she started jacking me with the other.

We stood there in the cool dark, working on each other in the back of the apartment building. A couple a private affair izle lights were on in the upper floors of the building, leaking a little light down to us. Enough light anyone looking out could see us, making it that much more erotic.

Holding me with both hands, Molly tugged on my shaft in long, slow, firm strokes while gently massaging my balls. She quickly had me rock solid with fluid oozing from the round purple head. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had taken me to the point of no return! I had to have her pussy and I have to have it right now! I pulled my hands from her crotch and tit, grabbed the waist of her jeans and pulled them down hard and quick. I pulled the jeans over her feet, she stepped out of them and let them drop to the asphalt. The skin from her legs was very light in the dark. Looking down, I saw some bright white panties still in place. I pulled her around the door to the front of the car along the hood. I gripped her waist and lifted her on the side of the hood. For just a second, I stood back, taking her in. Sitting there, beautiful face, long brown hair, her black blouse above that white thong making a perfect V with smooth long legs spread just a little.

Molly laughed out loud, too loud, but I didn’t care at this point. Reaching out, I twisted the front of the waistband of the panties in my hands and ripped them open the full length of her crotch, the silk and lace giving way easily. It took just a little extra rip between her legs to totally split them, leaving that shaved pussy totally exposed to me with the shredded pantie draped over her right leg.

Propping herself up with her arms behind her on the hood, Molly’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open.

“Ahhh! I can’t believe you did that!”

“You did too good a job of prepping me. Spread those legs apart!” I told her. I wanted in her. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants to the asphalt, stepping out of one leg

“Jim, I’m married.” She retorted. I couldn’t believe it. Seriously, at this point?

“Too late for that now.” I grabbed her her knees and lifted them up and apart, and stepped between them, the now purple head of my cock poised over the split between her legs. I reached down and ran the drooling head up and down the crease of her bald pussy. I was so wet I had her lubed up in just a couple passes. She was looking deep in my eyes and I could tell she was still considering her situation. Opportunity, infidelity, excitement, loyalty, desire all presented itself to her. For me, the time was now. I took one hand from her knees and grabbed my cock and pushed the head in. Her crease gave way easily and the head popped inside her. I pumped in deeper. Her body heat enveloped the end of my cock. I leaned into her chest and thrust my hips forward.

“Ohhhh!” she gasped, quietly this time, but no protest. I wanted to get rid of that top, but my priority was pussy now and I needed to go quickly. I pumped. My cock pressing its way through her canal, her legs bouncing as I pushed her ass into the hood of her car. Still bracing herself with her arms, my head was right alongside hers as my cock split her. Her breath was hot on my shoulder as I felt her body envelope my shaft.

“Oh yes, come on, give it to me”, Molly whispered.

Deeper and deeper it entered, my balls finally hitting her ass as I buried myself fully. She worked her crotch against me, grinding her pussy up and down on my cock, evidently totally forgetting the concern over adultery. I stayed deep, letting her jack me with her cunt, slowly and firmly. I raised up from her chest a little and unbuttoned her top and pushed it over her shoulders. Then reaching behind her back, I unsnapped the bra to pulled it over her tits. There they accused izle were, for certain fake, but nicely done. A little too perky, a slight scar on the underside. I’m guessing 34C-ish. I must have spent a little too much time admiring them.

“What?”, she whispered.

“You are absolutely gorgeous”. I told her. She smiled and squeezed my shaft hard with her pussy. I leaned in and sucked her nipples and began to hump her again.

It was fantastic. Outside, in the dark, pumping Molly on the hood of her car, my cock piercing her, my abdomen slightly smacking between her legs with each thrust. But, I wanted more. I pulled out.

“Here, get down.” I helped her down from the hood.

“Turn around.” She did, this time spreading her legs wide for me, leaning on the hood, that pussy again totally vulnerable. I took a second, appreciating her brown hair draped down her back, a tight waist and a slightly big, smooth, white ass all bent over in front of me. Some men are leg guys, others are into boobs, but I’ve always been an ass man. Molly, now in her late 30’s, had a great ass.

I got in behind her and ran my cock the length of the crease of her pussy and upward past, up the length of her ass and back down again. Taking time, I looked up at the building, just to see if anyone was watching. No one at the windows. I was slightly disappointed, wanting a spectator, a witness. I lined up with her pussy, pushed in slightly, feeling her vagina lips over my cocks head, and thrust my hips forward.

“Hummm, Uhhhh,” Mollys moans were getting loud. It was getting me excited. Was she forgetting were she was? That tight, warm pussy was wonderful. I kept getting her. She reached back with one hand and put it on my ass, gripping it, pulling it forward, deeper into her. I thought about telling her to be quieter, but decided I simply didn’t care if someone saw or filmed me fucking this gorgeous woman in a public place.

Thrusting in her, I looked up at the building. Now, on the third floor, a middle aged man in pajamas was standing at a window looking down at us. I fixed my gaze up at him and pumped her a few strokes. “Don’t you wish you were me?” I thought. He stayed there, not moving, just watching, expressionless, a voyeur. Pump, Pump, Pump, I pounded that pussy, enjoying we were being watched, enjoying this woman’s body.

I pulled out and brought my cock up to her ass. Holding the head tight, I pushed it to her anus, pressing hard. Her ass compressed and finally gave way and the head popped in.

“AHHHH.” Molly cried out, much too loud. I thrust to get some depth. Hot and very tight, her ass was even better than the pussy at this point, my cock was so hard and wet it slid in that tight ass without a lot of difficulty. I looked up at the building again. Molly, now breathing heavily and quietly grunting, couldn’t see we were being watched. She was looking forward over the hood and down. I, however, looked back up again. Now we had more spectators, two windows over and above from the man, a couple standing at their sliding glass door to the patio was watching now as well. The original guy still fixed on us on the floor below the couple. I got up tight behind Molly and pumped into her ass, gradually deeper and deeper, looking up at the people. They were just boldly looking as though they didn’t know I was watching them.

“You are fantastic baby.” I whispered to Molly. I reached around to her pussy and found her clit, gently massaging it, thrusting her ass, now a good six inches in, driving a little deeper each stroke.

She was responding. She was rocking her pussy against my hand, which, in turn, was jacking my cock in her ass. She was starting to come. Her vocalizations were starting to get louder again.

“Yeah, come on, Jim, alef izle make me come, make me come” she loudly whispered.

Then, much quieter.. “Keep your hand there! Oh, I love that cock in my ass!”

But she didn’t come. I put my cock in her all the way, my balls now against her ass. I pressed and tickled her clit. Finally, she began to quiver and gave a hard deep breath.

“OHHHH, Yesssss, Ummmm, Ahhh!” she came , her body shuddering as she pumped her pussy against my hand. I kept the finger gently on her clit and my hand tight until her convulsions subsided. I pulled my hand out and pressed my body closer over hers, hovering over her back now, my arms just under hers, my cock fully embedded in her ass. I started hitting it, long deep thrusts, my balls smacking her ass with each finish.

“Ahh, Ahhh, Ohhh, God!” Now Molly was talking like we were in the backcountry of Yellowstone. I looked up at the building still pumping. The middle aged man now had a camera, the woman in the apartment glass door was now bottomless, the man behind, feeling her up, both still watching us.

“Make me come Molly!” I whispered.

“UHHH, UHHH,” she groaned. “Yeah, Yeah, come on,” she encouraged me in a lower voice.

My arms pushed under her armpits, I just thrust her ass again and again. The fluid started to build in my loins, I knew the rush would soon start up the shaft. Thrust, thrust, thrust, my balls banging her ass. The rush started up flooding up my shaft. God it felt fantastic. The totally full sensation hit the head of my cock. I quickly pulled out of her ass and drove my cock into her pussy at the last second.

“AHHH,” she exclaimed as I drove in. The load filled my phallus’ head and blew a long, hot, thick stream as I pushed up into her, flushing her pussy as I penetrated. I moaned, probably loud, I don’t know.

“OH yes!” Molly surprised me. “I feel it!” She exclaimed.

Fully embedded now, I shot in her pussy again, a second long, big stream. I felt dizzy from the ecstasy. Before the next ejaculation, I pulled back almost all the way and let the stream shoot from just barely inside her. Then, wanting to give her plenty to remember, I pulled all the way out and let the white cream spray between her legs for two shots before I punched back into her ass to finish my climax. Penetrating back in her, I shot for several more times, probably a half a dozen, before I finally subsided and stopped, again fully embedded. I pulled slowly out and stepped back, my hands on her ass holding her still in place, looking up at our voyeurs. They were all still there, the man with the camera, the woman now pressed to the glass door, being thrusted from behind, the man holding her chest, his head well above hers.

I stepped back from Molly and checked her out, legs still wide apart, that great shapely ass and gorgeous pussy, my fluid covering the space between her legs, dripping. She had been thoroughly fucked and I was proud of it! I may not ever get this opportunity again.

Molly raised up from the hood backed away from the hood of her CRV, oddly, I noticed a couple small dents sat where her hands were. I didn’t mention it. She looked up and saw the spectators.

“Oh shit!, Shit!” she exclaimed. Eyes wide and now freightend, she grabbed her pants on the asphalt pulled up her jeans over her very wet crotch.

“Did you know?” she turned, now quickly throwing on the blouse, and questioned me. I stood there, half naked, semi erect cock, still estatic over recent events.

“No.” I decided to lie. “But Molly, it’s too dark, they can’t really see who you are.”

“I don’t know. Oh my God, I’ve gotta go.” She got in her car and immediately left, upset we were caught. Pulling on my pants, I noticed the ripped white silk thong still lying on the black asphalt. Oh well, she was a great piece of ass. I’d definitely do it all again.

I looked up at our voyeurs, smiled and waved. The guy, still filming, waved back. The couple was gone. Probably to the bedroom. Too bad they didn’t want to reciprocate and give me more of a show.

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I went to high school with Anna and Race. Looking back I have to say we were actually good friends. Anna was a cheerleader; she was pretty, really pretty, with wavy chestnut hair, and bright hazel eyes, and a smile like sun breaking out of the clouds. She had long legs, and a walk that could stop any guy in his tracks, and usually did. Race was… well… odd even for my school. He was not overly tall, maybe 5’8″, and his hair was darker than Anna’s. He smiled a lot, like he found the whole world amusing. He looked like he should have been the leather jacket, juvenile delinquent type with a cigarette, but he never smoked. He and Anna were always together, even when she had other boyfriends. I never asked how that worked, though I wondered, everyone did.

I was a stage crew geek in those days. I wore black all the time since it was easier not to have to remember to do that for shows. Stage crew doesn’t care about much about appearances in general, but we like things to run smoothly.

I liked Anna; I admired her looks, without really feeling envy. Wistful, sure, who wouldn’t like to be cute and popular and desirable? I would, but wasn’t. Mostly I was the one everyone told his or her boyfriend/girlfriend troubles to. I could always make Anna laugh, even when she was freaking out about grades or her current boyfriend… I think she changed them every month so I never did understand why she cared what any of them wanted. We’d sit on my back porch, so no one could see she was friends with a geek, and she’d cry about Bill, or Leon, or Ted…and I’d ask if he paid for his own condoms. And she’d get mad, then laugh. I never knew why that was so funny to her. Of course, when she wasn’t crying, she was telling me in great detail about her exploits with her boyfriends. I was just glad she wasn’t afraid to use condoms. Some of the stuff she told me made me feel shaky and breathless. I was just glad she never noticed.

Race was a different matter. He had the quickest, most twisted mind I’d ever encountered. It was like people made up his personal playground and he couldn’t resist moving them around to see what they would do next. Race would come up with the most outrageous ideas… and they always worked. Once he suggested I sit on our English teacher’s desk in English, and when he came in, to tell him it was stifling my creativity to sit in the confined space allotted to mere students.

I didn’t need the credits to graduate. So I let Race pose me, It wasn’t any big deal, I wasn’t displaying myself really. I sat on the desk, one foot up so I could hug my knee while I hung back so I stared at the ceiling, not at all sexy, given my black pants, black T-shirt and black sneaks.

Mr. Picot looked at me funny, then asked what I was doing on his desk. I said I felt stifled… and hot. Then I waited to be awarded a year’s worth of detention. But Mr. Picot just turned a little pale and told me to stay put. I got an ‘A’ for the term, shocked me silly.

High school ended blessed be, and I escaped into the wide, wide world. Oddly, Race kept in touch. Letters at first, then email. He was funny in print, witty and amusing and irreverent. I answered him mostly because he always made me laugh. When I got the letter from him saying he and Anna were getting married; I laughed for hours before I realized he meant it.

I was at the wedding of course. I was the best man, which is even funnier when you realize I’m a girl. But Race said I was his best and oldest friend, so there it was. I threw him a bachelor party; we all went to a now dead strip joint, the MouseTrap. I knew the place because one of my paper salesmen always took us there, and I liked the dancers. They were hardworking girls who got paid far more than I did for putting up with stupid men.

Steph was dancing on stage when we walked in. I like Steph; I’d seen her before. She dances like she’s the only one in the world who ever had a good time. I like her smile too. She winks at the guys, she smiles at me, go figure. Sometimes, on break, she comes at sits at our table. She steals my coffee and laughs because that’s all it is, coffee. I tell her I know the water was boiled at some point and it makes me feel safer.

When I walked in with Race, I beckoned her to the edge of the runway. I handed her a twenty and explained that I was the best man at Race’s wedding. Bless her heart, she black snow izle pulled out all the stops. She displayed herself shamelessly to Race. She stripped with flair and worked up a visible sweat. She took the pole in front of Race and shimmied up and down it until it was slick and wet.

Race watched her in fascination, almost drooling. He nudged me, “Go on … get up there with her…”

I’d had a couple of drinks so I smiled up at Steph. “He wants me to dance with you,” I told her.

She held out her hand and hauled me up onto the stage. I was a bit surprised at her strength. The world looked a lot different with runway lights spinning at my feet and spotlights burning my eyes. Steph and I peeled me out of my clothes, me wiggling and bumping geekily. I moaned when she ran her hands over my breasts, I mean, it felt really good. For a few minutes I forgot I was not exactly a guy magnet, just enjoyed the music and moving and her hands on my skin.

I was having such a good time that it took me a few seconds to realize Steph had pushed me up against the pole and was rubbing herself against me while I was doing my best to have the pole’s baby.

The men in the room went kinda nuts. Guys were waving bills at us, and Steph was grabbing them and stuffing them in my bra. For some reason, that struck me as hysterically funny… my plain white boring bra against her pasties… I saw no competition. But the guys in the club loved it and the bouncers had to get us offstage.

The manager came to the dressing room and told me to call him when I wanted to start. I figured Steph put him up to it. When I finally got back to Race, he looked like a cat full of canary. He was a lot more sober than I was, and we laughed like loonies trying to get me out of the club, since we kept being stopped by men who wanted my number.

The wedding was tame by comparison. Race was cool in black leather jacket and riding leathers, and Anna looked sweet in a little cotton dress. Oddly, her maid of honor was a man; a shy, nervous guy I’d never met before. He was very correctly dressed in a summer weight seersucker suit, pale blue with white stripes, pale blue shirt and a red bow tie. Anna told me his name was Evan.

The ceremony went smoothly, the JP was fine with us, maybe even a little bored. After the service, we all went to House of Roy for a meal. The newlyweds were pretty outrageous, feeding each other and all. Then they got silly. Next thing I knew, Ann had grabbed my head and trapped me against her chest. Race was holding my mouth open and feeding me shrimp in lobster sauce. What made it even funnier was Evan. He was the one fishing the shrimp out of the dish and passing them to Race very fussily. I nearly choked to death from laughing. Anna told me hold still so I didn’t get food smeared on her dress, but it was pretty hard not to laugh.

I never did understand why they got married, but they seemed pleased. Race continued to write and I continued to answer. We saw each other maybe once or twice a year, when they came up top visit Anna’s parents. Anna was always perky and Race was always tall, dark and broody, and I was always fat.

It was a Friday night, my late night getting home. Not from fun, I just never get off work at a decent hour, and Fridays are the worst… probably because I have no life. The phone was ringing off the hook when I walked in.

“Hey sexy,”

I smiled stupidly, then realized Race couldn’t see me. “Hey you. How’s Anna?”

“She’s fussing cuz din-din is ready and you aren’t here.”

I laughed openly. “I love you both, but I am not driving three hours to see you two loonies.”

“How about twenty minutes?”

“You monsters moved and did not tell me?” I didn’t know if I should call him names or applaud.

“We missed you too much. Pack your clothes and stay the night. That way you don’t have to drive after we kill the wine.”

It was a good idea, so I threw a change of clothes in a bag and skedaddled over. It wasn’t twenty minutes; it was more like ten. The worst was the nest of twisty streets going nowhere that led to their house. Every house looked nearly identical to the next…all uninspired split entry ranches. I found the house; theirs was a white one with black trim. The only thing that set it off from its neighbors was the huge thick bling empire new york izle privet hedge that set the house off like a black frame.

Race answered the doorbell, and kissed me rather more enthusiastically than I had expected, but then Race was noted for being outrageous. Anna emerged from the kitchen in a ruffled apron, a dress my mother might have owned and high heels. She squealed when she saw me and hugged me hard enough to make me breathless. She kissed me full on the mouth, and then stepped back and stared at me. She turned to Race, “I told you that red would be good on her.”

Race looked at my face, then nodded. “You’re right. I’ll put it with her things.” He took my bag from my hand. “The down stairs has a finished room, it’s where we’re putting you. The upstairs bedrooms are too hideous. You had a choice between my pastel pony and trains.”

I shuddered and let him take my stuff wherever he wanted. Anna dragged me into the kitchen and put a glass of wine in my hand. She looked like something out of a black and white movie as she clicked around in her heels, her skirts swishing softly as she moved. Race came back and made himself into my backrest. I smiled up at him. I’d missed them terribly. He petted my hair while we both watched Anna cook.

I don’t know if I can explain how nice it was to be with them. We told the same stupid jokes we used to tell, and as we worked our way through the second bottle, the jokes got funnier. Race had Doris Day on the CD player and we danced, somewhat drunkenly, at least I was drunk. Drunk enough to sing along with Doris, and imagine I sounded pretty good.

I tripped over the coffee table and decided that was my cue to go to bed. “I’m glad I’m not driving,” I told Rafe.

“Us too, We want you safe so we can take advantage of you ourselves. Wouldn’t want strangers to do it.” Rafe kissed me softly, his lips warm and very tempting. I leaned into him for a couple of minutes longer than I should have. Luckily, good sense and good manners woke up. I hugged Rafe gently, kissed Anna on the cheek and toddled off to sleep in their guestroom, tipsy and genuinely happy to have my friends back.

My dreams were confusing and troubled, the ‘run like mad but stand still’ kind. I finally decided I was having nightmares and forced myself into a better dream, one where I was warm and safe. That worked for a little while, but then I began to feel trapped, like I could not move my arms or legs.

Anna said, “She looks good enough to eat.”

“Go ahead, “Rafe told her. “I want her breasts.”

I decided my dreams were entirely to real, and that I should get up and go brush my teeth, but I could not move. My arms were stretched over my head and scarves tied them to lengths of heavy chain. I stared stupidly for a moment, but warm breath blew against my thigh, and then a small, pointed tongue licked at my skin. I yelped and nearly jumped out of my skin. I tried to close my legs, but couldn’t, they were spread wide and my ankles bound.

Race came into my line of sight. He caressed my cheek then bent closer, kissing me. His lips were warm, persuasive as he coaxed my mouth open to accept his tongue. He kissed me hard then, driving into my mouth until I was breathless. I remembered the goodnight kiss and whimpered, wanting him.

The bed dipped and I jumped as Anna crawled over my right leg. Her hair brushed my thigh and I shivered. Then she licked me, her tongue shockingly hot as she ran it along the length of my slit.

Race broke the kiss and slid two fingers into my mouth. He took my right breast in his hand; pinching and rolling the nipple, which hardened. My hips jerked, and I felt myself pour wet out into Anna’s mouth. I moaned, embarrassed and feeling hot and flushed and very conscious of an unfamiliar hot tension low in my stomach.

Anna drove her tongue into me, lapping and swallowing noisily. I moved my hips, whimpering as little shocks of pleasure raced through me. I should have told them to stop. I should have demanded they let me go, but all I could do was whimper and moan as Race sucked on my breasts, nipping and pinching, and Anna licked my nub. She stabbed me with her tongue, licking and nibbling on my clit.

I squirmed and bucked on the bed trying to get closer to her mouth, as close bollywed izle as the chains allowed. I wanted her so badly, wanted Race. Part of me stood back, appalled, and part of me rejoiced that I was bound to the bed and couldn’t call them off.

Race laughed. He put his hand on my belly and pushed me down onto the bed. “How much can you take from us, Daisy-darling?” He pulled his fingers from my mouth and kissed me savagely.

Anna took her mouth away and I moaned in disappointment. Anna said, “She tastes better than we thought she would…”

Race broke off the kiss and moved down the bed. Anna slithered up my body, her skin soft and warm and silky. She smiled into my eyes and said, “We’ve been waiting forever for this…” I swear I did not have a coherent thought in my head. Her breasts hung in front of my face the nipples hard and brown, but only for a minute. She moved further up and positioned her pussy over my face.

Race’s hands closed on my waist. He forced his way inside, stretching me painfully. He pushed deeper sinking into me, filling me. I cried out, frantic to escape but the chains held me. He pulled back a little, and I could almost breathe. He drove into me, harder this time. I opened my mouth to scream.

Anna covered my mouth with her hot wet slit. She smelled sweet. I angled my head so I could breathe, but had to taste her. She tasted of sugar and salt both. She rocked on my face, flooding my mouth. She rode my face, pleasuring herself, covering me with her wetness.

Race drove into me again. His massive shaft filled me with fire and pain and frantic need. His fingers on my hips felt like iron clamps, holding me tighter than the chains. My world narrowed to his pounding shaft, to the pleasure focused there, to the tight coil of want.

Anna fell away from me, and I could breathe, which I did, panting for air. My lungs burned and my pulse thundered in my ears. Anna kissed me, plunging her tongue into my mouth, her rhythm matching Race’s. Race slammed against me, his hands bruising hips. He never slowed, each thrust driving me higher. Pleasure exploded, ripping through me, obliterating Anna, Race, everything but the waves washing through me.

When I opened my eyes, early morning sunlight filtered through the tiny windows. I lay pinned to the bed. Anna’s head lay on my shoulder, her legs twined around mine. Race’s arm lay heavily across me; her face burrowed into my neck and one leg lay on top of Anna’s and my tangled limbs. My pussy ached, my ankles felt puffy and my wrists tingled.

I tried to figure out how to leave the bed, but they had me trapped. I turned over, which did not disturb Anna but woke Race His brown eyes bored into mine. His gaze was watchful and calm. He made no effort to move off of me.

I blushed.

Race leaned in and kissed me very softly. “We won’t let you run,” he told me. “We both want you.” He kissed me again, harder, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

I got wet almost instantly, and blushed when I moaned into his kiss.

Behind me, Anna said, “You going to tell her about how hard you got when you posed her in English class?”

Race broke the kiss, “Only if you tell her how much you wanted to show her the things Cliff did to you after you saw how excited she got from hearing about it.”

Anna ran her hand over my skin and massaged my breast. “You are so soft,” she murmured in my ear. “I knew you’d have soft skin.”

Race hugged me close, reaching past me to pull Anna tight against my back. “Have we scared you off, Daisy-darling?”

Anna embraced me, spooning tightly. “Will you stay, Daisy-love? Will you let us play with you?”

“And love you,” Race added, his eyes serious. He kissed me very softly.

“And love you,” Anna breathed the words into my ear.

I took a deep breath. I knew Anna, I knew Race. They’d never lie to me. “We… we can talk it over.” I said finally.

“Not just talk…” Anna murmured. She slipped her hand down my spine, wiggling her fingers as she moved to caress my butt.

“Definitely,” Race said. He drove his tongue into my mouth. He was hard already, pressing insistently against my thigh. Anna slid on top of me and reached between us to guide Race into me.

He groaned.

Gasped as his thick head nudged inside me, shuddering as he pushed slowly deeper until he was all the way inside.

“Say yes,” he growled into my ear. “Say yes.” He stroked hard, shoving me back into Anna with every thrust.

“Say yes, “Anna urged in my ear, keeping me pressed tight to Race.

Pleasure spilled through me, spreading out in waves. I bucked against Race, crying helplessly. “Yes!”

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My wife Elaine has a work friend Susan, she is not bad looking she is very tall at 5’7″ and slender, to hazard a guess I would say 115lbs; she has a flat 32A chest, and has almost no bum at all. She does make up for it with long sexy legs and nice long brown hair and a pretty face, oval in shape and very proportionate. Physically, I would say that she is a close match to Keira Knightly in the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie in almost every aspect. She also has a sex appeal that was hard to pin point. This was of course until we got together for dinner one night, Susan and her husband Frank as well as Elaine and I, this was the second time that I had seen her and the first that I met Frank, so I was certainly on my best behavior.

We sat around shooting the breeze and having a few drinks before dinner, all of us on our best behavior, however from some of the comments from Susan it was clear that she has a dirty mind and is very open sexually. It wasn’t until after dinner that it truly came to light after a few more drinks, when all of our guards were stating to be lowered and the sense of familiarity was kicking in.

“So Elaine, do you enjoy sucking cock?” Susan, which I now know was just being Susan straight out asked “I personally love it, and I know that Frank enjoys it too.” she continued.

Elaine and I are by no means prudes but we are not used to speaking so openly about sex, Elaine began to blush instantly. Susan had a chuckle at this, but turned her attention to me “Do I like to get my cock sucked?”

I did not know how to answer and turned to Elaine for some sought of guidance, “I am asking you not Elaine.” Susan cut me off with a laugh.

I must stress that at no point did either Elaine or I fell uncomfortable, in fact we felt a connection to the two of them and felt at ease. “Well yes I do, however Elaine doesn’t satisfy me quite as much as I would like.” I spoke honestly

Both Susan and Frank turned to Elaine looking for some answers, “Well Mr. fancy pants, I play by the rule of you give and you get, and well I don’t get any so I don’t give any!” Elaine shot back

“Well that is a shock, I love to eat pussy.” Frank was shocked.

“Yes, he does enjoy it, and he is really good at it too” Susan chimed in with a huge grin on her face.

I was now starting to feel odd, as the tones in their voices had changed slightly. I think they picked up on this apprehension as the conversation was changed. We continued to drink and talk well into the night, eventually the conversation swung around to sex again.

“You know that if you went down on Elaine then she would return the favor” Susan was the one to bring the conversation back around to sex.

“You know that I really do love to suck cock? It is out of principle that I don’t!” Elaine by this point was a little tipsy and lose lipped and she added to the conversation.

This was a shock to me; I thought Elaine did not like it. All attention was squarely on me, and I was getting quite hot and flustered. It must have been evident when Susan asked if I needed another drink, I nodded and both Elaine and Susan left for the kitchen, I was more then a little relieved by this release of the pressure.

“So have you and Elaine ever thought about swinging?” Frank asked with a smile starting to grow on his face.

I have never really given it any thought, but I liked were he was going, all night I was finding it hard to keep my eyes of Susan. She was wearing a tight pair of tight jeans and a cropped white top that showed off her taught stomach and the jeans being so tight managed to show Susan’s ass, and while small was fairly round.

“How would you feel about me and Elaine going into one room leaving you and Susan in another?” I sat there as Frank continued to talk.

“Of course, if things go ahead, it will be at the pace that people want. There is no pressure to do anything. What do you say? Just let me tell you though, Susan is a real pro at head jobs!” Not a second latter the girls retuned we could hear them giggling as they walked the hall.

Susan was caring a handful of shot glasses while Elaine was holding a bottle of tequila. While this was not the drink I expected them to return with it was a welcome sight after what Frank had just proposed to me.

“Guess what hun?” Elaine asked in a high pitched rather excited tone.

“Susan as said that there is a spare room that we can crash in for the night.” She continued before I could even get a response in. Once she finished she turned to Susan and they both giggled.

This could possible be my imagination but it seemed that they may have had the same discussion in the kitchen, and it was not until I turned to Frank and caught him winking to Susan that I realized that it was the case.

“It is up to you, I am having fun so I wouldn’t mind.” I responded to Elaine as we had a shot of tequila.

We were now sitting around a table Elaine was to my left and to her left was Frank and to his left was Susan with me to her left. çekiç ve gül bir behzat ç hikayesi izle We were chatting and drinking shots, the conversation had moved from fellatio. Susan however ensured that the conversation was still on sex, she shared her fantasy

“I would love to make an amateur film with Frank” She said with Frank nodding along.

“Mine is two women and me” Frank added to the conversation.

“Me too Frank, me too” I agreed with him.

“Bloody typical male pigs you two!” Both Susan and Elaine shoot back.

“So Elaine, what about you, what tickles your fancy?” Susan turned and asked Elaine.

“Well I used to fantasies about my old high school English teacher, I would play a scenario that I would walk into the teachers lounge and we would embrace.” Elaine answered the question without answering the question.

The conversation then swung to hot teachers that we have had, all four of us went to different schools so we had plenty of teachers to talk about.

“So what about if you could get with any celebrity or known figure, which would you chose?” Susan asked the group.

“I would like to sleep with the usual suspects of Brad Pitt and George Clooney, either together or one at a time.” Susan started the conversation giggling.

“Oh yeah me too, maybe add Matt Damon as well!” Elaine added with mush excitement.

“Three letters JLH, oh I think she is hot!” I quickly chimed in with my preference, although the list was much longer then that.

“Natalie Portman, she is the one for me.” Frank confessed

“Nice choice, I would not knock her back, I would also love to fuck Keira Knightly” I added.

“People have commented that I look like Keira Knightly, do you think I look like her?” Susan stopped and turned to me sounding rather series.

I was put on the spot and could not think. Susan then started to giggle

“Just messing with you” Susan reassured me.

“So, what do you think? Do you think that she looks like Keira?” Elaine then turned and trying not to smile she asked.

“Well, I guess I can see the similarities then between you and Keira” Being a little more and liberal I thought that this was a good a chance as any. I turned to Susan and looked at her, Susan then stood up and slowly turned around, I eyed her up and down.

“So does this mean you want to quote fuck me then like you do Keira?” As Susan sat back down she asked very jokingly.

“You have the same appeal as she does. You can take that however you want.” I tried to be diplomatic as I answered.

“Sounds like he wants to sleep with your wife Frank” Elaine commented to.

“Not to worry Elaine, I would look after you if that were the case” Frank

Susan and I sat there and watched as the two of them kissed, and even though it was semi planned it was still a shock. What was more a shock was when I felt a hand on my crotch; I turned to see Susan looking at me with her hand rubbing me. My cock was growing; Susan then unzipped me fly and slipped her hand in removing my cock from my pants and boxer shorts. She continued to rub and my cock grew larger, I leant in and kissed her, I could taste the tequila as our tongues danced around. Susan then swung my chair around so that I was facing her and had my back to Elaine. We continued to kiss, my hands now rubbing her breasts, I could feel that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples grew under my massage. I heard Frank and Elaine as they got up and left the room. Susan’s hand was stocking my cock now and it felt amazing.

“I would love to experience these almost world famous head jobs” I requested as I stood up and lowered my pants.

“Oh yes, I thought you would never ask. I would be pleased to show you that I am that good!” Susan nodded and responded in a very energetic fatter of fact style.

She got on her knees and started to suck my balls while her hand was still slowly gliding up and down my now very erect shaft. I let out several moans as Susan sucked one ball then the other, well it was more kissing then sucking at this point. Susan then with her free hand cupped my balls and pulled them lightly towards her then she started to really suck them. I thought I was going to cum right there and then. The sensation of getting my balls sucked was one that I had never felt before. Susan then looked up at me, all I could see was one eye, I could tell that she knew what she was doing and even more evident was the fact that she enjoyed it was much as I did.

“Are you ready?” Susan asked as she pulled away.

“Ready for what?” I was dumbfounded and had no idea what I was supposed to be ready for.

Without responding Susan went back to sucking my balls then she let out a low groan. The vibrations was more then I could handle I let out a deep groan and it felt as if I were going to orgasm right there and I felt the pressure build but Susan stopped before I could cum. As suddenly as she started she stopped, chasing waves izle she also stood up and removed her top exposing her budding breasts, they sat high and firm, her nipples a rose pink, puffy and erect.

I sat there looking at her breasts in complete wonderment as Susan removed her pants. Her pussy was completely shaved clean and her lips were very tight making for a very small and tight looking pussy. Elaine too shaves her pussy but it does not look as tight as this one. Susan then propped herself on the table and spread her legs.

“If you want me to continue to pleasure you, you will have to pleasure me.” Susan remarked as she spread her legs on the table.

Her pussy looked so inviting that I wanted to eat it without the promise of a favor returned. I moved around so that now I was sitting directly in front of her. Susan then lifted her long slender legs and placed them on my shoulders. Her smooth legs felt nice on my bare shoulders and neck, I could also smell the aroma of her sweet juices. Now I must stress at this point that it is not a case that I don’t like to eat pussy, it is more that I don’t think I am good at it and this lack of confidence is what stops me, however faced with someone who I have no emotional attachment to I feel more free and at ease to try new things. With that in mind I began to kiss the inner thighs of Susan, she let out a few small giggles as I worked my down. I was now less then 2 inches away and I flicked my tongue out and it brushed against her lips. The sweet taste danced on the tip of my tongue. Susan hooked her legs down my back pulling me closer as she lay on her back on the table, I took my cue and instantly started to suck and lick at her pussy. I drove my tongue as deep as I could inside her tight folds and flicked it about; Susan was let out little moans as I did this. Susan then sat up and with her fingers she parted her lips and rubbed her clit, at this point this was the first time that I had ever seen one , I do however know that that is the female ‘G Spot’ and without hesitation I flicked my tongue against it. The moan that Susan let out told me that I was on to something and I continued to focus my attention on this little spot. Susan lay back down but as I flicked the bud again and again she wriggled around and twisted slightly. She did not stop moaning. With new found confidence I inserted a finger while I continued to lick her clit, Susan stopped moaning and I thought I did something wrong and I started to remove my finger.

“Keep fingering my tight cunt, oh god don’t stop eating me out!” Susan demanded

Her dirty talk excited me more and I continued to slowly pump my finger in and out while still sucking her clit, between the moans Susan asked for more, I pushed my finger in further and picked up the pace. Susan still wanted more. I placed my thumb over her anus, knowing that Elaine likes this I tried it I slipped the bare tip inside her anus while I pushed my finger deeper in her pussy and sucked her clit.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, I am cumming, oh god don’t stop!” Susan let out a higher pitched moan and I felt her pussy tighten.

I obliged her and continued doing what I was doing. Susan’s breath was short and fast then a deep moan escaped her and her pussy muscles let go. I knew that she had just had an orgasm I did not let up and she continued to moan and groan. Susan then sat up; this forced my hand away which in turn pushed my face away.

“Well, that was not bad at all.” Susan looked down and with a huge smile on her face told me that I was not bad at all as she leaned down, I stood up and we shared a kiss, Susan swirled her tongue around mine lapping the taste of her own juices. She also grabbed at my now swollen cock and slowly stroked it as we kissed. I did not want to stop kissing her but I also wanted a famous blow job, and so I was torn.

Susan made my decision as she slid off the table and onto her knees, I stood up and my cock was directly in front of her again. She again cupped my balls but this time she slipped the tip of my cock just inside her mouth, the warm saliva felt good, she swirled her tongue around the tip a few times, by this stage I was leaking pre-cum which she lapped up with each swirl. With her hand on my balls she rolled them around and then without any warming she twisted her head slightly and engulfed my shaft, I do not know if it was the twisting motion or the fact that I rarely get head but the sensation was amazing. Susan reversed the motion then repeated it sucking harder with each pass. Susan looked up at me as she was doing this and her long dark eyelashes and deep blue eyes gave her an innocent look which made the sensation feel slightly more dirty and erotic. Susan built up quite a motion as she bobbed up and down on my member, taking it deeper and deeper each time. It was not long until she had my shaft to the hilt. I watched as my shaft slipped into her mouth and slowly disappeared. I slipped my hands on the back of her head and pushed slightly,

“Suck christina in the country izle my cock, you dirty bitch!” I talked dirty to her,

“You love to suck cock don’t you? You’re such a dirty girl, you love sucking cock!” I continued, Susan simply moaned, which sent a shock wave up my shaft to the tip.

I could feel the pressure building in my sack as she continued to play with it, and the dirty talk and humming did not ease my pressure I knew that it would not be long. My heart rate picked up and my breathing became shallow and rapid, I was nearing orgasm.

“I want to feel your cum spurt over my face, that’s it shoot your load all over me!” Susan almost ordered me as she pulled my cock out of her mouth and stroked it.

I did not need a second request, Elaine never lets me do it, my balls unloaded and shot rope after rope of cum out, it splashed her face and chin, this was the biggest orgasm I had ever had and rope after rope continued to shot until it was little more then a drizzle dropping straight on to her face. Once I was done I wished that I had a camera handy to take a picture of her face absolutely covered in cum. I was amazed that I was able to produce so much. Susan sat on her knees looking up at me and smiled.

“My god that was more then I expected, I am proud I was able to help produce so much. Please pass me a towel from the sink, so I can clean up.” Susan remarked as I grabbed a towel.

Susan wiped up but was still not done yet, she took my cock again started to suck from the hilt up. When she was done my cock was completely clean, and was now half limp and half erect and it was growing instead of shrinking. I was glad, while the head job was absolutely amazing, I now had the desire to fuck Susan and feel those tight pussy muscles contract around my shaft, while I emptied my load deep in her.

“You’re not done yet, I still need to be fucked good and proper, and that was more the starter!” Susan smiled as she said this as she began to stock my cock.

Hearing those words my cock grew in her hand, Susan’s smile grew too. We embraced in a kiss, I could taste the salty residue of my own cum as it swirled around my mouth, her face too felt sclitky from the cum residue. When we finished kissing, I wiped my face and Susan wiped her face again.

Susan then leant over the table giving me a view of her small but round ass, I moved in closer the tip of my cock was at the entrance to her pussy. I rubbed my cock against it and could feel the moisture. It must have felt good on Susan because she let out a few sighs. Susan then rocked back and my cock slipped in her pussy, I also helped feed it in, her pussy was tight and felt great around my cock. I slowly fucked Susan back and forth, her pussy was contracting around my cock and I was not sure how long I was going to last.

“Oh yeah, that feels good oh god fuck me harder, I want to feel your balls slap!” Susan ordered me to fuck her harder, and I obliged and thrust harder into her pussy.

“Oooohh that is the spot, fuck yeah!” Susan let out a loud moan and her pussy contracted around my cock, I could tell that Susan was in the midst of another orgasm as she continued to moan and wriggle, her pussy muscles contracted tight around my shaft and I was not far from completion myself.

“Fuck, I am going to cum!” I started to tell Susan

“Cum in my cunt deep and hard!” Susan looked at me and told me to fill her with my seed.

Her dirty talk was more then I could handle my balls tightened and I shot more cum out, this time deep into Susan, she continued to rock back and forth draining the last drops. When I was done, I withdrew my limp cock with ease. Semen began to dribble from Susan and pool on the table; this was one of the most eroclit sights that I had seen. Susan and I sat there for a moment and regained our breath and composure. Once our breathing slowed to a normal rate we could hear the faint moans of Elaine and grunting of Frank. I was getting horny again seeing Susan sit in a pool of cum while hearing Elaine being fucked by another man. Susan too was getting excited; her nipples were growing harder and becoming very prominent. I wanted desperately to get another erection so I could fuck her some more, but the fact that I had two orgasms as well as being slightly intoxicated still inhibited my ability. However I did not want to disappoint Susan and I was feeling rather adventures.

I got down on my knees and started to lick Susan’s thighs, I could taste my own semen for only the second time in my life. I lapped it up and moved closer to her pussy, with a new sense of pride in my ability I started to suck and eat out Susan. She loved it as she screamed and let out rather loud moans, I was not sure if she was trying to compete with Elaine until Susan looked down at me and told me that Frank refuses to do this, I now felt great, I was doing something new to Susan that she loved, I continued doing what I was doing, Susan kept giving me words of encouragement.

Susan was nearing orgasm again, this time I stopped; I wanted to prolong the sensation. Susan begged me to continue, I refused, I rolled her over onto her belly, and with out asking for permission I parted her ass checked and slipped my tongue in between them, I lightly lashed my tongue at her anus, it was a lot more pungent then I expected, Susan however loved it which drove me to continue.

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I’d agreed to live with Donovan as his pet for one hundred days. On day 80, he’d returned home from a trip to find that I’d broken a number of my pet rules and eyed him defiantly. He was pissed, really pissed, and drunk as well. And now, in his bedroom, with a dog leash attached to my collar for the first time, I was being punished.

“We’re taking this to a new level,” he said. “You’re wearing your tail tonight.”

He reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer where I heard the rattle of him taking out stuff. He then dangled a sable colored white tipped fur tail, as long and as bushy as a fox tail, in front of my face.

“This is your tail.”

When he ran the fur across my cheek, I realized the handle in his hand wasn’t just a handle. It was a butt plug.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

“No. Please.”

He pinned my leash to the bed with his hand. I felt him squeeze oil into my virgin hole; the oil dripping down into my pussy and over clit. He rubbed it into my ass, adding more as he messaged my hole with his finger.

“Just relax,” he said with a strangled voice.

Oh God, the pressure as he forced it in. My breathing quickened and I fought not clench as he worked it into me. I pulled against my collar going nowhere. His hand dug underneath me, finding my clit slick with oil and rubbed it. I sighed and moaned under the new sensation of the plug now firmly in my ass.

Donovan american jigolo izle got off the bed and with a tug of the leash, I followed him to the floor.

“Come on,” he said, walking me around the room. “Good girl.”

I kept stopping, collapsing back onto the furry tail over my heels, before he jerk the leash for me to walk. I closed my eyes to all but the sensations of the plug pressing against muscles as I crawled beside his leg. I found excitement from the kink of it. With every move, I hoped it would fall out. But it stayed in firm.

Donovan released the leash before returning to the nightstand and I looked over my shoulder to watch him pick up his camera. I felt the hot flash against my ass, the light bouncing off the wall, as he photographed the furry tail hanging from my naked ass.

“Crawl.”

I did and he followed, snapping picture after picture. I collapsed again, my muscles contracting around the plug, stimulating me a strange orgasm deep inside.

“Get up. Get that tail up in the air.”

He pinned my leash to the carpet, forcing my head to the floor, then slapped my ass until I held it high in the air. I held my position, my cheeks and palms pressed to the floor, as he took more pictures.

He dropped to knees behind me.

“I’m going to fuck you with your tail on.”

Morning…

I awoke alone in the bed, a bit sore but happily so. After washing andropoz izle my face, brushing my teeth and detangling my long hair with a brush, I slipped on one of his sweatshirts and a clean pair of thin white silk panties before dropping onto all fours to crawl past the bushy tail butt plug and dog leash chain still on the bedroom floor from last night.

Donovan was working on his laptop at the kitchen table. He heard my name tag jingle against my collar and turned to watch me crawl towards him and sit at his feet.

He said, “I’m sorry I was so rough with you last night.”

I placed my hand on his knee.

“Speak,” he said.

I balanced up on my knees, resting my hands on his thighs, to face him.

“I wanted it,” I said. “I want you. I want you to do these things to me so badly. Sooo badly.”

He leaned down with pursed lips and I happily received his sweet kiss.

My hand went to his pants zipper, easing it down as I stared into his eyes. He didn’t stop me. I pulled out his dick.

“I love your cock; its size and shape, the way it fits perfectly inside me.”

He let me take his semi-hard cock back into my mouth, letting me happily suck on it as his fingers dug into my hair. Fully hard, he pulled himself from my mouth. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. I got on all fours.

“Go get on your bed,” he said.

As he shrugged off his jeans, I turned anne rices mayfair witches izle and slowly crawled to my pet bed in the corner with long, languid moves. I stopped to drink fresh water from my bowl before going over to my bed and rolled over on my back, wriggling with all paws up, to get comfortable. He came over to me and pulled up my sweatshirt to rub my tummy before his mouth descended upon my tit, sucking it as he squeezed the other in his other hand.

I felt myself getting wet as his lips roamed over my skin. He sat me up, pulled the sweatshirt up over my head and flung it aside before placing me on my hands and knees, and moving behind me. Though we were on our knees, the bed was barely big enough for me to fit, so I scooted up for him to fit on it too.

He said, “I’ve been wanting to fuck you on your bed for the longest time now. Watching you crawl all this time, it’s been driving me crazy.”

His hand gripped me by the collar, while his other hand pulled aside my panties and put his dick into my swollen pussy lips. My pussy was raw and sore but it felt so good when he entered me, moving deeper with each thrust.

“Oh, uh, uh,” was all that came out of me as fucked me much nicer than the night before.

He pulled out and pushed my hips over, making me roll onto the bed. I looked into his eyes. He smiled at me that devilish and entered me again. My arms flew around his neck. He let me hug and kiss him, allowed my hands to travel anywhere on his body as he fucked me on my pet bed. My hands drifted through his hair as I looked in his eyes, thoroughly in love. The orgasm building inside pulsed for release as he ground me into the futon.

“Can, can, can I cum?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, oh, oh God!”

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