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It was mid May and time to go back to working full time at the office I was at. First a little about me, my name is Andy, at the time I was a 21 year old student at the local college where I had just finished my 3rd year. I was 6 feet tall, and about 185 pounds. In high school I had been in multiple sports, but between college and work, the time for that was done. I had had a few girlfriends in college, but never anything too serious, just mainly having fun. My job at the office was to keep things filed for the customer complaint team I worked for. Nothing too exciting, but it kept the tuition bill paid.

Our supervisor was Kari, a 37 year old married mother of two boys. She was really cool to work for, and often times throughout the day at least one of us on the team would be in her office hanging out talking with her. It was a lot of fun hanging out in her office. Kari was shorter, about 5’4″ and was very fit. That was one of the things we would talk about; Kari was a runner so she was always training for her next run which could be anything from a 10K to even a marathon once. She had straight, shoulder length sandy blonde hair, blue eyes that she wore glasses over and was usually dressed in something like a sweater and black pants. All of which created a very motherly look and helped make it comfortable talking to her. No topic was off limits when we were in there. We had discussed many things from classes I was taking to parties I had been to, to the next run she was preparing for. We even had a day where she asked about some of the girls I had been with and reminded me to make sure I always used a condom. That same day she had let me know she had gone back on the pill so she didn’t have to worry about any more kids. None of these conversations felt strange with her, it was always comforting to talk to her.

It was during the first Friday after I had gone back full time that I was in Kari’s office. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon and most things were done for the day so we were just hanging out. She asked if I wanted to go to her place after work to hang out and have a few beers. This was nothing out of the ordinary, as many times on Friday’s our team would get together for a drink or two. Not having any other plans that night I agreed. As we wrapped up I asked who was all coming over.

“Just you, it was so last minute everyone else had plans. I hope you will still stop by, Daniel and the boys went camping this weekend and I really don’t feel like sitting alone tonight.” was Kari’s response.

“Yeah, of course I’ll stop by. A few beers sound good after this week.” I reassured Kari. We closed things up at work, and not having a car at school, Kari gave me a ride to her place. When we arrived, she had me take a seat on the sofa and get comfortable. She then went into the kitchen and grabbed me a beer and said she was going to go upstairs to change. As she was upstairs I flipped the tv on and found a baseball game on. It was something we would both enjoy having on in the background. Kari came back downstairs in a pair of jeans and t-shirt and took a look at the tv and laughed, “That’s good, I see you made yourself right at home.”

“Yeah, I figured this would work.” I said as Kari went into the kitchen and got herself a beer.

Kari came back in and we sipped our beers watched the game and talked. We made small talk about me being back full time and how school had gone. After about an hour, Kari asked if I was hungry and ordered a pizza. We spent the rest of the night eating pizza, drinking beer and talking. It was really great spending the evening with her. We ended up going through the 12pk Kari had in the fridge and it was getting to be about 11:00 when Kari said she was getting tired, but didn’t think she should be driving. I let her know that I would be fine and could make myself comfortable on the sofa. With that Kari got up and headed over to the stairs.

“If you want you can stay in my bed. I’m not used to sleeping alone so I’ll sleep better if you are there and the bed would be more comfortable than the sofa.” Kari said from the first step.

I sat there for moment thinking about it. It would be nice spending the night in bed with her, but by the way she said it, it really sounded like it was just sleep that she wanted. It may have been the beer responding but I told her, “Yeah, that would be more comfortable, but are you sure?”

“Yeah, like I said, I’ll sleep better. Come up with me.” She replied.

I got up off the sofa and followed her up the stairs. I did notice how great her ass looked in her jeans as we walked up. We walked into the bedroom and Kari turned a lamp on and pointed over to one side of the bed and told me, “Take that side and make yourself comfortable, I’m going to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed.” Then she turned and stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

I stripped down to my boxers and got into bed under the covers. It felt strange lying in her bed. I rolled onto my side and looked over and could smell her perfume on her pillow. It started to get me excited, so I rolled etiler escort back onto my back and waited for Kari to come out of the bathroom.

Kari stepped out of the bathroom in a short, black silk nightie with thin little straps and lace across the top. She flipped the bathroom light off and walked over to the bed, with just the light glow of the lamp on her body. My eyes never left her as I watched her walk over, her nightie hugging her body tightly. She pulled the covers back and slid into bed on her side with her back to me. She flipped the lamp off and turned her head back and asked me to hold her. I rolled over onto my side and slid one arm under her neck and the other over her silky nightie and pulled her tight to me. By this point my cock was pushing through the opening in my boxers and pressing against her. I held her gently, hoping she wouldn’t be too upset with how excited I had gotten. Turned out, I had nothing to worry about.

“Oh my, you like this nightgown?” Kari said in a low sultry voice I had never heard from her before. She then reached back and wrapped her fingers around my cock and started to rub it slowly.

“Mmmm, yes, you look amazing in it.” I said, now finally realizing that I had been reading everything correctly. I then leaned forward and kissed her neck as Kari stroked me.

“This feels so nice having you here.” Kari said as I planted little kisses on her neck while my hand moved up her body and caressed one of her tiny, surprisingly perky breasts. I felt her nipple harden as my finger lightly touched it through the lace in her nightie.

Kari turned over, so she was facing me, her hand went back to my cock and continued to rub it. She leaned in and we kissed. Our tongues were dancing over each others, while my hands rubbed her back. One hand rubbed down to her ass and squeezed it. With all the running she did her ass was so firm and felt so good in my hand. My hips were slowly pushing my cock back and forth in her hand as I started getting closer and closer.

As I got more excited, my kiss changed and I kissed her harder, pushing my cock faster and faster. Kari, feeling this let go and pushed me onto my back. She told me to lay back and she started kissing down my chest pulling the covers down as she did. Her hands slid my boxers down and off as she kissed lower and lower. She looked down and I saw her mouth open when she saw my hard cock sticking straight up from my thick black bush. Kari took her finger and touched the slit at the tip of my cock, then pulled her finger away with a string of pre-cum stretching from her finger to my cock. She rubbed the pre-cum on her finger in circles against her thumb as she looked up at me and said, “Looks like somebody is ready.” She then leaned down and took the tip of my cock between her lips.

I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared between Kari’s lips. “Oh wow, that feels amazing.” I was able to get out as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Kari reached her hand down and began rubbing my balls as she sucked harder and harder. Her other hand was wrapped around my cock keeping me from pushing too far into her mouth. Her lips getting my cock so wet as she stroked and sucked me. I looked down and warned her, “That feels so good, I can’t hold out much longer.”

Kari’s lips slid off my cock as she looked up at me, her hand still stroking my cock and she told me, “Andy, let it go, I want you to feel so good.” She then wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and started sucking on it again.

Hearing her say that and feeling her lips on my cock turned out to be more than I could stand. I started cumming. Kari’s head pulled up off my cock with the first blast of cum and she started to laugh, but she put her lips back on my cock and my cock filled her mouth with cum. She held her lips over my cock as she stroked me hard, as the last few drops shot into her mouth. As cum ran out of her mouth and down my shaft, I pulled my cock back out of her mouth and Kari sat up. She slid to the end of the bed and stood up and turned toward me. Her lips were closed, but she had a smile on her face as she held up one finger letting me know she’d be right back.

Kari turned and walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear the water running and her spitting out the cum and rinsing her mouth. I lay there with a huge smile on my face, watching, waiting for her to come back to the bedroom. The door opened and Kari came walking out holding a damp cloth. She came back to the bed and sat next to me and started wiping the cum off of my body. It was nice and warm and felt so good. As she cleaned me off, she told me she wanted me to cum right away so that now we could take our time and really enjoy it.

Kari slid into bed, facing me and we held each other and kissed. My hands were running over the back of her nightie. I then rolled Kari onto her stomach and leaned in and kissed her neck. Then I rolled over and straddled her back. I pressed my hands onto her shoulders and started to massage them. My thumbs were making small eve gelen escort circles on her shoulders as I listened to Kari moan softly about how good that felt. With my fingertips I started to slide my hands down her back. I was pressing firmly down each side and feeling her relax. As my hands started to slide back up her back, her nightie was trying to ride up, being stopped only because I was straddling her. I heard her whisper softly not to stop, that it felt so good. My hands ran down the back of her nightie and along each side of my re-hardening cock. This time as I massaged up her back, my hands slid down Kari’s arms. They slid down until they reached her hands, pulling her arms out away from her body. My fingers locked between Kari’s as I leaned back down and began kissing Kari’s neck. I kissed down Kari’s back until I reached the top of her nightie. My hands ran up her arms to the skinny little straps of her nightie. I hooked my finger under each strap and slid it over each shoulder and started sliding them down her arms. Kari lifted her arms so the straps slid off and my hands slid under her body. I pulled the front of her nightie down and got my first feel of Kari’s nipples.

I was fully hard by this point as my hands slid under Kari’s tits. They fit perfectly in my hands and I began to squeeze them. I was now moaning while my lips glided over Kari’s back. Kari’s breathing became much shallower and her hips started trying to push up, but stopped because I was kneeling on her. I started to slide back as I ran my hands down the front of Kari’s body, feeling how firm Kari’s tummy was through her nightie. As I slid over her butt and kneeled between her legs, my hands ran under Kari’s hips and pulled her up onto her knees, her face buried into her pillow. As she rose up, her nightie slid up exposing the thong she had on under it. I rubbed her ass, massaging it and squeezing it, and spreading her open. I took one hand and rested it under her pussy and rubbed over her thong. While my other hand pushed her nightie up higher, I leaned forward and kissed her lower back. Kari started pushing back into my hand, exhaling each time she pushed back.

Feeling Kari’s thong start to get damp and how warm her pussy was I had to feel more of her. I took both of my hands and pulled the band of her thong up and started to slide it down. I slid it down to her knees, then off one leg and finally off the other, my hands caressing as much of her legs as they could. My eyes glanced down at her pussy, seeing how short she was trimmed. I whispered, “Oh yes Kari, you are gorgeous.”

My hands slid up her legs, to her pussy, spreading her open with two fingers and one finger running between. I slipped my finger inside her, feeling just how wet she was at this point. I slowly moved my finger in circles inside her as my thumb reached down for her clit. Kari bucked back against my finger, forcing it deeper inside her. I looked down at how hard my cock was, I wanted her so bad at this point. I tried pulling my finger out but Kari pushed back, so my finger slid back in. Finally I reached the point where I had to have her. I leaned forward, my finger still inside her, and whispered into her ear, “Kari, I need you right now.”

“Yes, Andy, Yes, just don’t stop.” was Kari’s breathless reply. I kneeled straight up, and slid my finger out of Kari. I licked her juices off of my finger, loving how she tasted. With my other hand I wrapped my fingers around my cock and led it to her pussy. As soon as the tip touched her pussy, I began pushing, watching as my bare cock began disappearing inside her. It was the first time I had ever fucked without a condom and it felt amazing! I pushed slow, as I felt her pussy filling with my cock. As I started to slowly fuck her, I leaned over her, kissing her neck and my hands coming around cupping her tits. Kari pushed back, meeting my thrust. One of my hands played with her nipple while my other hand slid down her body over the scratchy hair of her pussy and rubbed her clit. As I pushed my cock in and rubbed her clit, a long low moan started from deep within Kari. She started pushing back harder and started telling me to go faster.

“Yes Kari, this feels so wonderful!” I cried out as I knelt straight up, my hands spreading her ass, so I could watch as my cock slid in and out of her sweet pussy.

As I pulled my cock out, I could see Kari’s juices glistening on it. I pushed back in, hard, hearing Kari grunt as I did. I started to fuck her harder and faster, trying to get deeper inside her with each thrust. Kari turned her head and buried it into her pillow muffling her moans which had been getting louder and more frequent. Then with one hard thrust she pushed back and her head rose up and she let out a long loud cry, “Ohhhhhh, yesssssssss!” Hearing that, I buried my cock as deep as I could into her, feeling her pussy spasm and tighten around my cock. Her whole body was trembling as I leaned back over her back, and kissed her neck.

Kari’s knees gave way and she collapsed into the bed. My cock slid out of her fatih escort and I rolled her onto her back. She had a huge smile on her face and looked up at me and gave my lips a long lingering kiss. I held my cock in my hand as we kissed and slid it back into Kari’s pussy. She broke the kiss and smiled at me, “You’re going to go again aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m so close.” I replied as I slid back into her, fucking her slow. My hands were caressing her face. Our lips met in another kiss and I started pumping in and out of Kari faster. Feeling my cum getting closer and closer. I broke our kiss and I buried my head into the pillow, my cheek pressed against Kari’s as I pushed in as deep as I could, “Oh wow, Kari, yes!” I cried out into the pillow. My arms wrapped around Kari, holding her tight to me as the last of my cum shot inside her tight little pussy. I started to pull my cock out of Kari and I lifted my head so I could look into Kari’s eyes. “That was so wonderful.” I told her right before I kissed her.

Our kiss broke and I rolled over onto my side and pulled Kari into me. She was facing me, looking up at me kissing me one last time. We fell asleep with Kari in my arms, both of us spent from a wonderful night of lovemaking.

The next morning I woke up when the sun started shining through the blinds into my eyes. Kari was still in my arms, her head buried into my chest. I looked down at her and confirmed the last night was not just a wonderful dream. As I watched her sleep a bit of panic came over me, wondering if she’d be upset with what had happened. As Kari started to wake up she looked up at me and put me at ease, she had a smile on her face and told me that she had really enjoyed what we did. We lay in bed for a bit longer, holding each other. I rubbed my hands over her back, feeling her nightie bunched up over her mid section.

“Andy, it feels so good laying here with you, but we should get up.” Kari said as she started to pull the covers back.

I looked over, seeing her body in the light, seeing her nipples and down to the pussy I had just fucked the night before. My cock instantly started getting hard as I agreed with her that yes we probably should get going.

“You are always ready, aren’t you?” Kari laughed as she saw how excited I was getting. “But really we should get up.” Kari said as she got up and stood next to the bed.

As I lay in bed, trying to get up Kari walked into the bathroom and came back out a minute later wearing a robe. “C’mon Andy, let’s go downstairs and have some breakfast.” She said as she came over next to the bed holding her hand out. I took her hand and got up and put on my boxers right before she led me downstairs. As we ate, we talked about the previous night, how great it was and how we’d try and get together again, but had to be careful so her husband didn’t find out.

After we finished our cereal, she got up and started heading back upstairs saying she was going to get ready for the day so she could take me back home. I came up with her so I could finish getting dressed as well. Once we got upstairs, Kari went into the bathroom and I heard the shower go on. I stood there, putting my pants back on when I got to thinking of Kari’s body and how great it was to touch it. I decided to go and join her in the shower.

I slipped my pants and boxers off and walked into the bathroom. I pulled the curtain open on the shower and saw Kari looking over at me. “Took you long enough, get in here.”

I stepped into the shower, and watched the water run down Kari’s body. My cock was already as hard as it could be. As we stood facing each other, Kari reached out and started stroking my cock. While she did that, I leaned forward and sucked on one of her nipples. I started pushing my cock through her hand. My hands ran down her back, over her ass, spreading it open and I slid one finger down to her pussy. I started to finger her pussy, when she took a step back. She had me turn so I was facing the spray and she stepped around and kneeled in front of me. She reached up and cupped my balls with one hand as she took my cock in her mouth. I saw how her body glistened from the water as she took my cock deeper between her lips. Kari massaged my balls and I started to pump slowly in and out of her mouth. I leaned over and cupped her tits in my hands. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, even pulling on them gently. The feel of the water on me, and Kari’s lips sucking my cock made it so it didn’t take long and I started to cum. I stood straight up as the first shot of cum was in Kari’s mouth. Then she pulled back, looked up and stroked me. The rest of my cum hitting her neck and mixing with the water running down between her tits.

I slid my cock out from Kari’s hand and took her hand in mine and helped her up. I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her ass. Our lips met in a long kiss, stopping only for me to tell her how great that felt. Kari turned in my arms and pressed her ass against me. I played with her tits, pinching them and pulling on them before taking one hand and running it down to her pussy. My fingers spread her pussy open and I searched out her clit. I flicked my finger over her clit with one hand while I flicked her nipple with my other. When I leaned in to kiss her neck, I could hear making soft moans. I stepped back and turned her, “I need to get you to the bed.”

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Tom walked in the middle with May on the left and Jean on the right. He was cupping May’s left breast and Jean’s right breast. Jean said, “That’s wonderful, if you keep going I’ll cum before we get to the house.”

Tom then had her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger; he squeezed it hard and Jean moaned with pleasure. They went straight to the stables. Jean examined the four Chinese vases carefully then said, “I’m right, these are very rare and in perfect condition. Did you say that you had listed these on Antiques Atlas?”

Tom brought his smartphone out to show her, and he saw that he had an email from Antiques Atlas and a Suzie Wong had offered him eighty thousand pounds for the four vases. He showed the email to Jean who smiled when she read it, she said, “Trust Suzie to offer that. They would make one hundred thousand at auction then she would be paying at least twenty percent of buyers premium. Let me reply, and I will get you one hundred thousand.”

Jean replied telling Suzie that the vases were correct and that they were a bargain at one hundred thousand. She also said that she would be responsible for the shipping and to advise her when Antique Shipping would collect the vases. A minute later Tom had a message from PayPal that Suzie Wong had transferred one hundred thousand pounds and the carrier would collect the package between two and three tomorrow afternoon. Tom said, “Thank you, Jean, I am now in business. Carol told me as I left the office this afternoon that she had another three house clearances for me. I’m so happy.”

Jean asked, “Is that the Carol that’s Carswell’s secretary?”

Tom said, “Yes, and she told me that she can get me a lot more as she was turning away a lot.”

Jean said, “I know that Carol hates Carswell. Rumour has it that he was all over her. Then he filmed her giving him a blow job. He is blackmailing her with this video. When he gets horny, he calls her to the office, and she has to suck him off. It’s going to take at least six months to get the Auction House up and running. You couldn’t get anyone better to manage both the Auction House and the Centre than Carol. See that crystal vase over there. On the way to your office, tomorrow go to a supermarket and buy her a bouquet of flowers. Then give the vase and flowers and say thank you.”

“You must try and get Carol on your side. She can do so much for you. She knows everyone that Carswell deals with. You should spend time with her. Take her out for supper. Spend time with her. Tell her that you’re trying to build a business and your ambition to set up an Auction House and Antique Centre. Only tell her this when you feel that you can trust her. Do you have a waste carriers certificate as this legislation is a must have?”

Paul replied, “I like Carol as a person. She’s the person that runs that business. I most certainly will give her flowers tomorrow. If I asked Carol out for supper tomorrow, she would go. I would explain to her if we ended up in bed it wouldn’t be a problem for me, but I can’t promise her a future with me. I say that because of the situation that I am in this now with May, and I am sure with you tonight and in the future. Carol is roughly the same age as I am and at this time in my life, I prefer being with older women. Yes, I have my Waste Carriers Certificate and have had it for coming up to five years.”

May said, “Tom, the more I know you, the more that I like you. That reply shows your honesty.”

Jean replied, “I agree with May. Be honest with her. She’s a lovely girl. She still lives with her mother who is a charming lady too. Her mother is a very clever woman. She is the controller in a huge firm of Accountants. She is due to retire soon as she said that when she is sixty, she will retire. See how you get on with Carol. I’m also thinking that if Carol is sending you a lot of leads, then you should have a word with, ‘The Three Generations of Antique Dealers’. There is Lady Marie Watson, the grandmother. Her daughter, Beth Robertson, her daughter. Sam Robertson, her granddaughter.”

“Sam will graduate next year with a degree. She is only twenty-two but very knowledgeable. I know that as it develops here that they will all take space in the Centre and also work for the Auction House. That will be a killer blow for Carswell. Margie is wonderful, and so is Beth. They are all in our coffee group. They all love sex. I’m thinking that if you can get Carol around to accepting that she would have to share you, then we can live as a happy family. Dot, Carol’s mum, is in the coffee group. She had a couple of risky one night stands which May sorted out for her. That’s why she enjoyed the coffee group as she could have safe sex. I believe that she is swamped this now as it’s coming up to her retirement. If I see her, I will quietly tell her what you are doing.”

They went into the lounge. May went for some champagne. It was all very relaxed. May was glowing and said, “Let us all get comfortable. cevizli escort I’m starting to feel horny again.”

She stripped naked, and Jean did the same. They both had beautiful bodies. Tom stripped as well. When Jean saw his cock, she said, “That’s the biggest cock that I have ever seen in my life. Margie, Beth and Sam would work for nothing for that beauty. The more that I see you, Tom, the more I like you. May, can I go first? I’m so aroused just looking at that beauty. Tom, can I go on top as it’s so long since I’ve had a cock and I have never had one as big as that?”

May and Tom both agreed and Tom got her into a sixty-nine position. She had a big clit too which he started to suck as he finger fucked her with two fingers. She was taking the full length of his cock in her mouth, and she was good at it, and her tongue was everywhere.

May was playing with Jean’s tits, and Tom was fingering May’s pussy which was so wet. He now had four fingers in Jean’s pussy, and she loved it. Jean had had several small orgasms as Tom had felt her cum in his mouth. She was now ready for him.

Tom lay on the floor, and Jean mounted him. Tom said, “May, kneel beside us so you can suck and play with Jean’s beautiful tits as Jean rides me. I’ll play with Jean’s clit with my left hand. I will finger your pussy. You are going to feel that you need a pee. You don’t, when you feel that concentrate on what my fingers are doing to your g-spot.”

May said, “Am I going to squirt?”

Tom replied, “Just relax and enjoy what I am doing to you.”

May then started to suck on Jean’s tits. Jean soon had a powerful circular movement going as she rode his hard cock. Tom was rubbing Jean’s clit with two fingers as she rode him. Tom had two fingers inside May’s pussy. He was making a come here signal with the two fingers against the inner wall of her pussy. He could feel May’s g-spot. May was enjoying it so was Jean. Tom was enjoying it as Jean was a great ride, gripping his cock tightly on each thrust. They kept it going for the next twenty-five minutes. Jean was first to cum. He felt her cum on his cock. Then May had a very intense orgasm. He took his fingers out. May was trembling, and she was squirting her cum out of her pussy for the next thirty seconds.

Jean got off Tom and went to the kitchen for a kitchen roll. Tom and Jean cleaned up May’s cum from the floor. May said, “That was something else. When you ass fucked me you stimulated my g-spot. That was a wonderful orgasm, but with your fingers, I squirted. I felt as though I needed to pee. I just relaxed and thought about what you were doing. Then I squirted. We must do that again.”

Jean said, “Tom, you’re something else. I have never seen anyone squirt before. It looked so good. I don’t know about you guys, but I am exhausted. Let’s shower and go to bed. They showered, and they all went to Tom’s bedroom. They were all fast asleep in five minutes.

Tom woke at seven the next morning. He then woke May and Jean. Jean cooked breakfast while May and Tom showered. May first appointment was a ten to eight. It was a rush, but she made it. The breakfast was excellent, and he left at seven-thirty. Jean said, “That was great last night. Remember the flowers and the vase. I would only transfer fifty thousand to your bank. That can buy you a lot of house clearances. It is also good to have an emergency fund.”

He kissed her, and he left. He got a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the supermarket. Carol arrived in front of him at the office. He followed her to her office with the flowers and vase behind his back. She turned round when she got to her desk and said, “Good morning Tom, how are you?”

He brought the flowers and vase from behind his back and said, “I’m good. I just wanted to say thank you.”

There was a look of total amazement on her face. She said, “They are beautiful, and the vase is gorgeous. Thank you for that wonderful thought. This is the first time in my life that I have ever received flowers.”

She took them from him and then laid them on her desk. She then put her arms around him and hugged him. She was looking into his eyes then she kissed him. Her tongue went deep into his mouth. He felt the weight of her big breasts against his chest. Then he felt her pussy against his leg making a slow circular movement. She was a great kisser.

They heard a noise from the corridor and broke apart. He had a large bulge in his trousers. She noticed it and looked at the door. She saw it was clear and stepped forward taking his hard rod into her hand, squeezing it then with her fingertips massaging his balls she whispered, “I would love to make you hard. Email me your mobile number and we can WhatsApp. Your cock feels wonderful, and it’s so long since I last had a cock. I want to thank you for the vase and flowers.”

He emailed her his mobile number then transferred thirty thousand to his bank account. He checked the erenköy escort three leads Carol had given him. One was from a firm of solicitors who were finalising an estate. He checked his diary, and he could view all three this afternoon.

He phoned the contact in the lawyer’s office and agreed to meet him at two o’clock this afternoon. The other two were private people and could only meet in the evening or on the weekends. He arranged to meet one at six this evening and the other at seven.

His phone beeped. He had a WhatsApp message from Carol which read, I have another two leads for you. I would like us to communicate on WhatsApp. It’s safer as that cunt Carswell reads all our emails. I take that back as a cunt is a useful thing, and he is not in any way useful. You must be very careful with Carswell. He sees how good you are. He will try and find out something about you then use it against. I would leave here in a minute but he has something on me, and I know that he would use it against me. What have you planned for the day?

He replied, I have a meeting at two with the clerk from the lawyer’s office. And tonight a meeting at six and the other at seven. Thanks for the advice. There is something I don’t like about him. I’m working to try and get my own business. I have an excellent storage area. So I can take a lot of stock. What are you doing today?

She replied, All of the staff here hate Carswell. You should open an Auction House, and I would run it for you. I’m working till five then I will go home. Would you like me to help you tonight? I would need to go home and get into my jeans. I know how to pack things so that they are safe. The clerk thinks that he is a smart ass. They screw the estates dreadfully. Whatever you want to offer then offer him half and he will accept it. All the law firms are the same.

He replied, Thanks for the advice. I would love it if you came with me, but I would pay you cash. When and where can I pick you up? I have a Refuse Carriers Certificate which allows me to carry refuse as some of the stuff that I will get will end up in a landfill. This is important legislation. It’s also a great selling point if you are advising clients in recommending my firm.

She replied fifteen minutes later, it read, Sorry for the delay but I Googled Refuse Carriers Certificate. That’s excellent that you have that. I can get you thirty to forty leads every week. I live at four Hudson Street. I will be waiting for you at five-thirty. Mum usually has my dinner ready at six, but she will cook when I get back. Mum is a great cook. Would you like to join us for supper when we finish? I will work that Refuse Carriers Certificate for all I can. If you want to join us for supper, then you bring the wine. We both love a glass of wine. If you have too much wine, then you get a taxi home, and I will drive you in the morning.

Then a second message. It read, Tom when we are in the office I won’t ever show any emotions towards you as Carswell wants to know everything about everyone. Don’t worry, when we are alone I will spoil and pamper you. I love how you kiss, and quite honestly I can’t get your cock out of my head. It felt wonderful. xxx.

He replied, I was thinking the same. I think the word to describe Carswell is slimy. I loved how you kissed. I also loved how you massaged my balls with your fingers. What sort of wine does your mum like and I will bring some tonight? xxx.

Carol answered, Dot, my mum, loves Champagne and Chablis, just like me. We are very similar in many ways. We both love sex. We both love wine. If you enjoy an older woman, then you will love her. We both love oral, giving and receiving. If she likes you, then don’t be surprised if she joins us in bed tonight. If you bring a bottle of champagne and a couple of bottles of Chablis, then she will be happy. I’m looking forward to tonight. I told Dot about you. I said to her that you have the biggest cock that I have ever felt. She is looking forward to meeting you too. xxx.

Another message arrived, it read, Tom, please try and understand what I meant in my last message. Dot and I don’t sleep around. We are very selective. Yes, we have shared in total three men. We are both bisexual. We have shared many women.

For the last eighteen months, we have only had each other. You may call that incest, but I don’t think it is. After dad died, Dot became a social recluse. I was twenty-four. I had worked at the Auction House for a year. Then the retired Senior Partner started to visit Dot on a Sunday night. He never took her out. He just came for sex. I wasn’t dating anyone at that time. I joined them.

We all enjoyed it. He died. Then I met a guy. I knew he was married. I went on the pill. He lasted two years. Dot and I shared him. Then another retired partner contacted Dot. He was married. But it was fun. It was meetings on the weekends. Sometimes in the morning and sometimes in the afternoon. He esenyurt escort had a stroke, and it ended then. Dot then got involved in a coffee group. Ladies were meeting for coffee and sex. I never went, but when Dot brought a woman home, I would join them for sex. Then Dot went onto a dating site. She had two bad experiences and has now stopped that completely.

What I am trying to get across is we are a normal mother and daughter. We both love sex. I am trying to be honest. I want a child. While I am working under Carswell, I feel insecure. If that situation changes and we still see each other, then I would come off the pill. Dot is nearly sixty. She will retire soon. I want her to have her fun for as long as possible. I hope that you like because I know that she will like you. xxx.

He replied, Thank you for your honesty. I understand exactly what you write. I’m looking forward to meeting Dot. I’m sure that I will like her. I hope that she likes me. If you became pregnant with my child, then I would support both of you. I believe that you would be an excellent mother. I need to go soon for two o’clock meeting. I will see you at five-thirty. I want to kiss you. xxx.

She replied, I want to kiss you too. My main job now is to get you as many leads as I can. I have another three leads. I am getting them to fax them to me now, then Carswell will have no idea of the volume you are getting. At the weekend we must spend the time to create a marketing strategy for both your Auction House and the Antique Centre. Is it possible to see where the properties are? I will see you at five-thirty. xxx.

Tom then got a message from May it read, Darling, I am home. Thank you for last night. What a wonderful orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I was squirting. I tried it with three of my private patients this morning. I did it exactly as you had done it with me. I had success in all three cases. All three of the girls loved it. I’m going to offer it as an extra. I can do it in ten minutes.

Did you give Carol the flowers? Was she happy? I met her with her mother in the supermarket she is a lovely girl. Jean is right she would be an asset to your business. Her mother is an excellent accountant. She could give you a lot of good advice on your business. She is also wonderful in bed. She is a very caring lover. Let me know how your day is going. xxx.

He replied, So happy that you have done that. They will be queuing up to have an appointment with you. Then they will be sobbing with gratitude when they pay you. She loved the flowers. I have a valuation this afternoon. Then two this evening. Carol is coming with me and then I have been invited for supper at her mother’s house. So I won’t be home tonight. Can I have six bottles of Champagne and six bottles of Chablis? I want to give them as a gift to Carol’s mother. xxx.

He then drove to the valuation. The clerk from the lawyer’s office was an idiot. There were a lot of antiques there. There was also an upright piano. Tom told him that he would have to include in his offer the fact that he would have to charge him ninety pounds for disposing of the piano. The clerk agreed to the figure of one hundred and fifty pounds saying that this with the piano was normal. Tom paid him cash, and he gave him a receipt and the keys to the house saying that if he could hand the keys to the office within a week. He now was the proud owner of a Bösendorfer upright piano with a gorgeous double stool.

He drove to the house to get his van and to pack an overnight bag. Jean was there and told him that the Chinese vases had been picked up. He told her what had happened with Carol and she was going with him tonight and staying with her and her mother overnight. He then told her about the valuation he had done today and the piano. She said, “A Bösendorfer upright in average condition is worth twenty-five thousand. Tom, if I was on the pill, I come off it for you. I am happy that the two of you have come up with this arrangement. Carswell is an arse. We will have a very Click or tap here to enter text.successful Auction House here with Carol managing it.”

They kissed then he went to pack. He had a message from May telling him to take what he wanted. He got an empty wine box from the cellar and just before he left he got cold bottles from the fridge and filled the box. He replaced from the cellar the wines he had taken with him.

He arrived at Carol’s house at five-thirty exactly. He rang the bell, and it was Dot that opened the door. She was so similar to Carol. Tall, good looking and voluptuous. She smiled and said, “Hi, you must be Tom. I am Dot. Can I help you with that? Carol is having a quick shower.”

He replied, “If you can open the door wide and lead me to your fridge. That would be great.”

She did that. They managed to get four bottles of Champagne and four bottles of Chablis into the fridge. She then led him into the lounge. She offered him a cup of tea. He told her that they didn’t have time. Then Carol came in. She looked stunning. She was wearing a polo shirt and very tight leggings which showed her perfect vulva. She said, “You promised me a kiss.”

He took her in his arms, and they kissed passionately. After a two minute kiss, he said, “We have work to do.”

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I was a tourist staying in New York for a week, I was having fun with friends and all, but it came down with me wanting more then friends.

I took a taxi from Hamilton Heights down to Central Park, not knowing that I only had seven dollars in my pocket. I was in the taxi with a man born in Saudi Arabia, he was a nice man, maybe thirty years old by looking at him. We made small talk, he moved here with his family when he was three years old, he was single, and did not say much about his sexual preference. He kept on looking at me and smiling in the rear view mirror, but what could I say? I’m an attractive guy, I like to stay in shape, I work out a lot and run quite a bit. I stand about 6’2, 180 pounds, and plus I’m only twenty two years old.

When we arrived at my stop I looked at the price or the cab fare of forty eight dollars. I thought that I would at least carry that much with me, but I guess I was wrong. Like I said I was only packing seven dollars with me. I knew that I could not just leave, I was not in the running mood, and did not want to get arrested for not paying my taxi fare. I let him know that I had no way to pay this, but he just laughed and said that we had to work something out. I had to compromise with him in some way, and I could see that he kept on rubbing his crotch.

I noticed his hand movements, and I knew what he wanted. I looked down at his crotch, then up at him… He was smiling, and what ever he was packing, sure looked pretty good. I asked bostancı escort him with a sly look what he wanted, he stared at me and just motioned that we should go to some quiet place, I agreed and we left.

At this point in time I was sitting in the front seat of his taxi. We pulled up to a abandoned factory, a perfect place where none crossed. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, I was surprised to see that New York was a ghost town where we were. The taxi driver started to unbuckle his belt, then his pants, when he pulled them down I could see his hard cock poking up from his boxers. He told me to reach in and take it out, so I pulled his boxers aside and pulled out a soft skinned 7.5 inch cock that was nice and thick, the way I like it. I looked at it wide eyed, not knowing where to start. He told me to wrap my soft lips around it, and make it forty eight dollars worth. I was going to make it a lot more then forty eight dollars.

I lowered my head down to his cock and wrapped my lips around his spongy cock head and sucked it hard. I could hear him moan in delight as I licked around his cock head with my warm tongue. After sucking his cock head I made my way down to his shaft. I could feel his hands running through my hair, moving in a petting like motion, but not forcing me down on him. His balls were huge, must have been full of cum just waiting to be dumped into one lucky person, and today that lucky person was me. büyükçekmece escort He was panting loud as I sucked on his balls and stroked his shaft. His balls were shaved, the way I liked it, but I was probably distracted by his shaved balls because for the first time he lifted my head up to get back to work on his cock.

My mouth was full of yummy cock when his cell phone rang. He turned his CB radio off so he would not be disturbed, but his boss must have been trying to get through to many times to finally have to phone him on here. I kept gorging myself on this delicious treat when he told me to suck his cock quietly, then picked up his phone. He was greeted by his boss in an angered tone, asking where he was. He told him that he had a special customer to take care of, (While it was his ‘special’ customer taking care of him). While talking with his boss, I thought I would be nice enough to spice up the moment and take his cock all the way down my throat. His cock had a nice little curve which gave me enough time and pleasure of letting his cock slide past my throat. He just have jumped right out of his seat when I did so, I tried not to gag before, but he made me gag this time.

When he ended his conversation he looked down at me and smiled, telling me how I caught him by surprise when I deep throated him like that. I just continued sucking his thick cock, and he laid his head back and relaxed. I must have sucked him for çekmeköy escort twenty minutes straight, and my jaw was starting to hurt. I rotated from massaging his balls, to deep throating his cock, and it was not long before I heard him say that he was going to cum. I did not want to let any of his cum spill on him or his seat, so I tightened my lips on his shaft and sucked and stroked him as fast as I could. I felt his balls tighten, and his hips start to move, and before I was ready to swallow his cum he grabbed onto the back of my head and spurted a huge load of creamy cum into my mouth. Holding my mouth in place I had to swallow so much as possible, losing the chance of savoring his cum. I could literally feel his balls shrink in size as I sucked the last of his cum from his cock.

For the first time since I started I let my head up from his cock and stretched my neck. The driver looked at me and told me that I hadn’t cleaned off his cock, and pushed my head back down on his cock for a final cleaning. I licked every inch of his cock for him. The driver started to pack his cock back into his pants, and I started to fix my hair from my stylist assault.

I stepped out of his taxi and looked back in his passenger window to thank him for some classic New York sausage. He looked at me and asked if I was going to tip him, I asked him why I would tip him? He stared at me and told me that when we were at Central Park there was a ATM across the street, and he knew that I saw it. I looked at him blank faced knowing he was right. He mentioned that I looked like I needed some cock, and he was willing to give me some. He saw my cute face and knew it needed to be satisfied.

I grinned at him and reached in my pocket. I told him that he was right, and gave him my seven dollars, and he drove off.

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The weekend passed uncomfortably for Kaley. She’d managed to avoid witnessing Amy frigging herself Saturday night by staying up long after her sister had gone to bed, but had gone to the bathroom the next morning just as Amy was coming out, dripping wet from her shower; small towel wrapped around her pert breasts, showing off her supple, pale legs.

Kaley’s breath caught in her throat and she barely managed to return the ‘good morning’. She darted into the bathroom, turned the shower on full and stripped like her pyjamas were on fire. As soon as the hot stream touched her skin, she plunged her hand down to her crotch and came hard and fast. She sank to the floor on shaky legs, breathless and quivering, absently rubbing her still pulsing clit. In no time at all the sensation returned to her pussy and she lazily brought herself back to orgasm, biting her own hand so as not to moan too loudly.

That night was hot and humid. Kaley again held off going to bed, despite knowing she’d be exhausted at college the next day. It was 1am when she finally switched off the TV in the den and went beylikdüzü escort to her room. When she entered, she was presented with the sight of her sister, lying on her back, her sheet folded down to her waist, her nipples poking through her thin vest, beads of sweat coating her skin, her flat stomach shimmering in the moon light. It was all too much.

Standing by her sister’s bed, Kaley removed her pyjama pants and casually kicked them across the room. Her right hand shook as she reached up and under her vest and lightly stroked her hardening nipples, then down her stomach to her damp panties. She bit her lip hard and dipped her hand beneath the elastic, immediately finding her erect clit and rubbing it ever so softly for fear of sending herself into an uncontrollable frenzy.

Her left hand reached out slowly, tentatively. Her breathing became so shallow she thought she might pass out. Kaley closed her eyes and steadied herself, then laid her outstretched hand gently on her sister’s bare stomach. Amy let out an almost inaudible beyoğlu escort sigh, but didn’t stir. Kaley steeled herself and carefully slid her hand down her sister’s body.

Amy’s breathing deepened as fingertips graced the skin just above her panty-line. The fingertips hesitated for just a moment before invading the elastic. Kaley’s heart quickened as her fingers brushed through her sister’s soft pubic hair. She was careful not to go straight for Amy’s clit, knowing the sudden sensation would wake her, and instead ran a single finger up and down her pussy lips, feeling the wetness build. Her sister’s body began to react, squirming ever so slightly. She raised a leg and her thigh pressed Kaley’s hand into her crotch, and her own hand lay over the top of her panties.

Kaley was becoming braver, or perhaps losing herself in the moment. She dipped her finger between her sister’s lips and found her sweetest hole. Amy let out a hushed moan as she was penetrated in her sleep. Kaley felt her knees buckling. She was on the ragged edge and bizimkent escort knew it was now or never. She found Amy’s clit with her thumb and rubbed it so lightly only her sister’s reaction told her she was touching it at all. Amy bit her bottom lip and her head rolled from side to side. Her thigh pressed just a little firmer on sister’s hand and her breaths came quicker, shuddering from her gaping mouth.

Kaley bit her own lip harder, both to muffle her moan and in anticipation of what was about to happen. Amy could wake up at any second, but it was too late to stop now.

Suddenly Amy’s eyes flew open. She was shaking and breathing hard. She looked around quickly through bleary eyes. Across the room, Kaley was tucked up in bed, sleeping soundly. Amy raised her hand from beneath the covers and found her fingers were wet. Had she just been masturbating in her sleep? What was she dreaming about? She couldn’t remember. Amy was sure she’d never cum in her sleep before.

“I must really be horny,” she whispered to herself, before turning over and closing her eyes. She couldn’t help but smile at thought of what she might’ve just done.

Across the room, Kaley was tucked up in bed, pretending to sleep soundly. She felt satisfied, like she’d just spent a magical night with a new lover. But she knew that wasn’t the case. She’d just frigged her own sister in her sleep!

Kaley slept fitfully that night.

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Author’s Note: Decided to make this chapter a bit longer since there’s a fair bit of fluffy intermission. Also wanted an excuse to time-skip the story just a little bit without doing it in multiple chapters.

Previously in Chapter 11:

“What a good boy you are, staying put the whole time and all. Your butt looks nice when its all rosy and sore-looking. Unfortunately, I better go to bed now. I got called in tomorrow sadly.”

“Aww. That’s lame,” I said as I massaged my ass gingerly.

“Oh well. Gotta replenish all those dollar bills I spent on turning you into my bitch,” he said with a wink.

He gave me a quick kiss and went off to his bedroom. I continued massaging my ass for a few minutes and then watched some TV for another couple hours before turning in myself.

———————-

The next morning, I managed to wake up closer to 9:00 AM again. I tossed the black panties into my laundry pile and walked into the kitchen after splashing some water on my face. As expected, Michael wasn’t there. My mouth felt strangely empty now that I had been conditioning myself to be blowing his sexy cock every morning.

Just as predicted, my body was sore all over. Although it wasn’t quite as bad as I feared it might be. I didn’t think I would be leaving the apartment today though. Definitely not to do anything more than walk around at least. I needed to give my body time to rest.

The pink and white striped panties were on the table along with some other items. The butt plug and lube were there as well. And there was also some matching pink and white striped thigh-highs. I had seen long socks like them before.

Blushing a bit, I tried the thigh-highs on. They went a few inches past my knees and felt amazing sliding up my smooth legs. I then bent over the table and worked on getting the plug inside myself. Finally I donned the cute panties before getting myself some breakfast.

In the late afternoon, I was surprised by a phone call. That reminded me that I should check in with my friends sometime soon. I had been too wrapped up in Michael recently. I assumed it was Michael calling me, but the phone read “Mom”.

I went into my bedroom and answered it and then laid on my bed and held the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hi Noah,” came the semi-garbled voice of my mother.

“Hi mom. What’s up?”

“Oh just checking in on my baby. There’s been nothing too interesting since we talked last time. How is studying for exams going?”

“I haven’t had much time to focus on them yet but hopefully in the next week I can start focusing on it more once the homework dries out.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll do great like last semester. You’re so clever, just like your father.”

We talked about mundane things for a while as she caught me up with the last few weeks of boring home life just a half hour away. Most of the talk on my end was just saying “Yeah” and “Oh really?” and “Right”, but she carried the conversation for quite a long time. I eyed the clock and saw we had been talking for nearly an hour already.

“Did you do anything fun this weekend with your friends?”

I thought about working out with Michael yesterday, sucking his dick in the bathroom, and then letting him spank me for losing a best of five. And then I became viscerally aware of my ass clenching around the fat plug in my ass while dressed in a girly pink and white set of panties and thigh-high socks. I smiled at what how my mom would react if she saw me right now.

“No not this weekend. They’re busy with end-of-semester stuff. I um…”

“You what?”

I was distracted for a moment when I heard the door to the apartment open. Michael must have returned.

“I um… I got a boyfriend. By the way,” I said nervously. “My roommate and I started dating last week.”

She was silent for a few seconds.

“Aw, my baby boy is all growing up. Your first relationship! You know it can get messy though, if it doesn’t work out. With roommates I mean. First relationships don’t always last.”

“I know mom,” I said, waving at Michael as he passed my door. I smiled at him. “He’s pretty cool though. I have a really good feeling about this.”

Michael entered the bedroom and sat next to me and felt my legs through the thigh-highs with a hungry look on his face. Then he tweaked my nipples and I muffled a moan. I pointed at the phone and drew a hand across my neck to try to tell him to cut it out.

“Well I’m glad to hear that. Maybe he could come over and we could meet him after the semester’s finished? I could cook something nice.”

“Oh!” I grunted in surprise as Michael flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my panties down until they were dangling off of one ankle. I muffled another moan as Michael unceremoniously took the plug out of my hole.

“Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah, sorry.”

I took the phone away from my mouth for a second.

“Michael, it’s my mom!” I muttered quietly.

He put a finger to his lips as I put my phone back.

“Sorry mom, I’m uh, trying to continue beşiktaş escort my work out while talking to you.”

“Oh, keeping at it are you? I’m glad you’re avoiding the freshman fifteen so far. That’s good.”

Michael pulled my hips up until I was in a doggy style position on my elbows and knees. I saw him donning a condom. I shot him an expression that said “are you serious?” but he just shrugged with a smile and knelt behind me.

I held my hand over the phone for a second as he easily slid inside of me. I let out an undignified sound at the feeling and my toes twitched. I shot Michael another look and he smacked my ass. He leaned over my back and whispered into my ear.

“Don’t let her hang up. Or else, Slut.”

He bit my ear gently and straightened up again as he began to fuck me. I turned red with embarrassment. This was so wrong. But it was also hot and he felt so good in me. I put the phone back to my ear again.

“Y-yeah mom. I’ve gained a few pounds but I think it’s mostly muscle. Everything is s-still fitting fine,” I said, focusing on speaking evenly as Michael steadily fucked away.

“That’s great honey! Anyway, tell me about your boyfriend. What’s his name?”

“H-his name is M-Michael,” I stuttered. “He’s pr- Ohhhhh! Sorry, doing some squats and t-tripped,” I gasped as Michael began stroking my dick at the same time. “He’s a really cool g-guy. He’s really nice and h-handsome and ohhhh and he’s super f-funny and fun to t-talk to.”

“He sounds nice. I’m sorry for implying he would sell you drugs or whatever I said,” she chuckled sheepishly.

“Y-yeah, it’s no biggie,” I said as I moaned away from the phone. I wasn’t going to last much longer with the dual-stimulation. “Anyway, I’m s-sure he’d love to come eat d-dinner with us after the semester ends. Are you sure d-ad would be okay with it? I don’t w-want him to say something mean or r-racist, you know?”

“Well, I’ll talk with him after I let you go here. I’m sure it will be fine. He can keep it to himself if nothing else. He just wants you to be happy too though.”

“I k-know mom. T-thanks,” I panted.

“You’re killing those thighs and buns, aren’t you dear?” she giggled. “You’re going to be sore as heck tomorrow! Make sure you get enough sleep.”

“I k-know mom. I better g-go now!” I gasped. I felt an orgasm approaching and it was going to be a big one.

“Well okay. I love you Noah.”

“I l-love you t-too mom! BYE!” I let out a deep grunt just as I managed to hit the button to hang up. I tossed my phone to the side and grabbed the sheets and began forcing my own hips against Michaels movements to grind him deep inside of me. Moments later, I felt my cum spraying the sheets as Michael milked me dry with his hand. “Oh fuuuckk! I’m cumming Michael!” I whined.

“Good boy. Let it all out,” came his soft voice behind me. He slowed down his hip movements, removed his hand from my dick, and came to a stop. Like the first time we fucked, he carefully extricated his dick from my ass. I felt my muscles spasm a few times as he removed himself.

He grabbed my hips with both hands and tugged me a foot or two backwards. My blue sheets were coated in white. A hand appeared at the back of my head as Michael applied some gentle pressure.

“Now be a good boy and clean up your mess,” he said.

“Yes Sir,” I replied in weak voice. I felt rather spent, but I bent over and began licking up the cum. I flicked my eyes towards his face, figuring it might turn him on if I maintained eye contact and made a show of licking it up.

“Fuck that’s hot. Lick up all that naughty cum,” he hissed. He tossed the condom in the trash and began jerking off as he watched me.

By the time I had most of it licked up, Michael seemed ready to blow. He walked back to the bed and stood next to the side and tugged me over to him. With his left hand, he gently grabbed the hair around my forehead and tilted my head up as he continued jerked off furiously with his right.

“Close your eyes baby.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Was he going to give me a facial?

I flinched slightly a few seconds later as he did just that. The first rope of cum caught me by surprise, but I steeled myself as the next few splattered my face as well. It seemed like it just kept coming until finally he was spent.

He let go of my hair and breathed heavily next to me. I gingerly opened one eye at first and then the other. The cum felt nice and warm but also felt weird as it oozed very slowly down my face. He smiled down at me.

“Fuck. You look so sexy covered in jizz. I’ll have to cream on your face more often. How’s it feel?”

“Kind of nice I guess,” I said as I wiped a drop that was about to fall of my chin and licked it off. Luckily his semen wasn’t too runny.

“That’s good. By the way, no cleaning off your face without permission. I’m going to make you wear my cum all day. Help you remember what a slut you are.”

“Yes Sir. I can’t believe you fucked me while I was talking to beşyol escort my mom though. I would have died if she figured out what I was doing.”

“It was super hot though. I loved watching you try to maintain your composure as if you weren’t getting reamed in the ass while talking to your sweet mommy. You look super cute in those thigh-highs by the way.”

As he spoke, he leaned over and helped pull my panties up from my ankle and back into place.

“I’m glad you like them. Maybe ask next time before you fuck me on the phone though?”

“Yeah, I can do that. My bad. I got carried away.”

“Oh well. She’d probably assume I was masturbating before she’d assume I was having sex while on the phone,” I said with a sigh. “By the way, you’re apparently invited to dinner at my family’s house some indeterminate time after finals are over. If you want to.”

“Well when there’s free food I’m always there to appreciatively take generous helpings of it. It might be kind of awkward though?”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be. My mom seemed comfortable enough with the idea and she said she’d talk to my dad. So you won’t have to put up with any BS from them while you’re there at least. Hopefully.”

“Gotcha. Well, if your dad doesn’t like me, I’ll just bend you over the table and fuck you to exert dominance while staring him down,” he joked.

I couldn’t help but begin laughing at the idea.

“The scary thing is I feel like you’re only 90% joking,” I giggled.

“While I’m ramming you I’ll thank them for raising such a kind, gentle set of holes for me and that I’ve been filling them with cum every day.”

“Oh my god,” I cackled. “You’re fucked up, you know that?”

“Yeah well, you know you love it.”

He leaned in and gave me a quick smooch on the lips.

“I’d give you a bigger kiss, but I don’t want to smudge your makeup. I know how you ladies are after you’ve put in all that work for your face to look good.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. The cum seemed to be drying already luckily. At least enough that I could hopefully move around without it dripping down and off my face at least. It was kind of arousing to have his cum all over my face. It was like he was marking his territory and claiming me.

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We spent the rest of the Sunday indoors and mostly just hung out. Michael made a little something for dinner for us to share. Afterwards, he said I still owed him a blowjob from the morning and as thanks for taking care of me with dinner.

I blew him happily and expected to swallow his cum as usual, but in the last few moments he pulled me off and began jerking off. I got the picture and closed my eyes again as he sprayed me with a fresh load of cum a few seconds later.

Luckily, this load wasn’t nearly as large as the one earlier, but it still felt like a lot as it coated the areas where there was already a layer of dry cum. I imagined I must have been quite the sight: tons of dry cum all over my face and a bunch of new puddles dripping down my face. Michael giggled a bit at the sight.

“I love watching you slurp down cum like its food but this is a lot of fun too. Should make you go for a walk with me outside without cleaning your face off.”

“Oh my god I’d die if anyone saw me,” I whined.

“I’m just joking!” he chuckled. “99% at least. Maybe at some point we could go somewhere less populated than campus, like a park or something, and try it there. Make you blow me on a park bench, cum all over your face, and walk a lap around the park with you looking like a used slut. Only if you were on board of course.”

“God, you’re so perverted,” I said with a sigh of resignation. “You need to give me a chance to catch up to your level.”

“Yeah, you gotta get on my level scrub,” he said with a wink as he helped me stand up. “It’s just an idea. Can put stow it away in the ol’ mental shelf for a later date.”

I smiled despite myself. I was sure I’d had far filthier fantasies that I had jerked off to the entirety of my teenage years, but Michael didn’t need to know all of them quite yet. It was more fun to tease him for being so pervy.

“Well at least I think it’s safe to say our sex life will be eternally healthy and vibrant,” I said as I rubbed my knees through the socks. “We’ve probably had more sex in the last week than most straight couples do in a month. Definitely not complaining though. I have a lot of pent up thirst to burn off.”

“Well it helps that we are living in the same space,” said Michael. “It is a pretty good deal to have a hungry little slut willing to suck my dick every day though. Not as easy to convince the ladies, even if I offer to reciprocate for them.”

“So, are gay guys better at sucking cock than women?” I asked with a sly smile.

He sat down and gave me an overly-exaggerated sigh and held out his hands.

“I think you’ve finally defeated me. You’ve gotten the hang of it really fast, and it’s pretty damn good. Must be one of those gay genes that flicks a switch and makes you a beykent escort cock vacuum.”

“Time to quit engineering and go into research for genetics and oral sex I guess.”

“Smart idea. You can be my test subject.”

We continued to rib each other for a while and then watched a movie again. This movie was better than the last one, so we both stayed awake. We cuddled again in a spooning position for the whole time and Michael kept stroking my socks and smooth thighs which became greatly relaxing after I got used to the touch.

Finally, once the movie was over and we were getting ready to head to bed to get up for the weekly grind in the morning, Michael told me I had permission to wash my face. I laughed out loud when I walked into the bathroom and saw my face in the mirror. It looked like a war zone: it was like someone just turned a tub of mayonnaise over my face and let it dump out for a few seconds.

I ran my face under the shower faucet for about half a minute and used a wash rag to help. My face felt kind of weird without all the crusted cum on it and I felt quite tired all of a sudden for some reason. I yawned and plopped onto my bed and removed my socks and panties and tossed them in the laundry bin before covering myself in the blankets.

I was still sore in the morning. I wanted to sleep in more but I knew if I stayed in bed it would be another half hour before I was able to peel myself out. A quick stop in the bathroom to wash my face to help wake myself up and then off to get breakfast.

Michael was finishing up his meal when I arrived. When he saw me, he sat down and spread his legs, a movement accompanied by several goofy waggles of his eyebrows. I gave him a tired smile and knelt in front of him while he freed his dick.

I moved my head forward to take him into my mouth but he slapped my face lightly with his cock instead.

“Now now, what do we say?” he teased.

“Pleeeease Sir, can I please suck your big cock?” I asked while batting my eyelashes.

“How come?”

“I love sucking cock Sir. I need your cum in my belly so I can focus in class today,” I whined. By now, I knew generally what kind of things Michael liked me to say to turn him on.

“So naughty. You need my cum that badly?”

“Yes Sir I need it really bad. I need extra protein so I can get strong like you. Pleeeeease?”

“Well alright. I guess if you need my cock that badly, you can go ahead and blow me, Cocksucker.”

“Thank you Sir!” I replied obediently as he angled his dick towards me again.

I blew him aggressively and was rewarded with a few splurts of semen after a few minutes. He gave me a kiss and got his things together and left, and I threw together a quick breakfast myself.

We were both even busier this week, mutually agreeing to focus on our finals and finish up the last of the assignments our professors desperately tried to squeeze in before classes were done with. Michael had the double-whammy of also working at the same time, so beyond the morning blowjobs I often didn’t see him until the evening during the week.

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Overall, the rest of the semester didn’t have much room for romance or hanky-panky. We fucked for the third time the next weekend, just before exams, and then Michael suggested we pause anything longer than a blowjob until finals were over so we could both focus.

I pouted for a little while when he suggested that, but I knew it sounded like a good idea. It was harder to focus on studying for long hours when I was worried about getting dicked down or stretching myself out for a few hours with the plug.

And so my second semester gradually, painfully came to a close finally. I felt like I did pretty well on most of my exams. Probably no lower than a B- in any of my classes. I could deal with that. I was quickly learning that I was never going to have the continuous stream of A’s I got used to in high school.

After finals, Michael was going on vacation with his sister and parents. They would be gone for just under a week. I decided to go live with my parents for the week and we set up the dinner at my parent’s place for the weekend after Michael would be back in the state. Michael also suggested that he was planning on coming out to his parents during the vacation with the help of his sister. If it went well enough, he said he also hoped to mention that he was dating me.

Being back at home with my family was refreshing. I hadn’t seen them in about a month at that point. It was nice eating dinner with my parents again and enjoying specialty dishes from both of them. It was nice to see Freddie, my adorable and affectionate dog, once again as well. I missed him the most out of anything back at home.

The weirdest part about it was actually wearing my boxer briefs again. I had been getting used to the sexy and dainty panties that Michael chose for me every day. Despite the manlier undergarments, I ended up shaving my whole body again at home and figured I’d try to do so every week or two moving forward. It did actually feel really nice and Michael obviously loved it, so why not?

Now that my friends and I were free of stress for a little while, I finally got to hang out with some of them as well. My girl friends were super excited to hear I had finally snagged a boyfriend, and they were all shocked when I told them it was my roommate.

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I stood in the bedroom under the ceiling fan, naked, cooling off after a job well done. On the bed, my new wife Emma lay asleep in a sweaty heap, tangled in sheets. She always crashed after our evening sex marathons. She gave it everything she had, so by the time we were done, she was typically fast asleep within minutes.

I was a lucky man to have found Emma. She was the polar opposite of my first wife, Meredith, whose personality and sex drive had steadily declined over the years to the point that by the time we reached the ten-year mark, we were really only going through the motions. The divorce had been difficult, but it was necessary. I wasn’t what she needed, and she definitely wasn’t what I needed.

But Emma…she was something else. She recently come out of an oppressive marriage to an overly-conservative husband (her high-school sweetheart), and now found herself newly liberated. She was hilarious, fun, and sexually adventurous. She’d only ever had vanilla sex during her previous marriage, and was making up for lost time. She was everything I needed.

Well, almost everything.

I’d been hoping that our frequent sexual escapades would finally be enough to satisfy the animal urges inside me. I’d always had a high libido, but as I powered my way through middle age, it only seemed to be growing. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I could swear I was hornier now than I had been as a teenager. It was driving me crazy. Even after great sex, I never seemed to be satisfied.

I gazed at Emma on the bed, admiring her womanly curves, her large breasts, her full lips. I had just used and abused every beautiful feature on that body for more than an hour, and just fifteen minutes ago had pumped a heart-stopping load of cum deep inside her.

And yet standing there in the bedroom looking at her, my cock begin to twitch and swell. I was getting aroused again.

What the hell would it take to finally satisfy me?

I turned and headed for the door, but then remembered I couldn’t walk around the house naked anymore. Emma’s 19-year-old son, Cameron, had been kicked out of his apartment for not paying rent and was crashing with us until he could find a new job. It couldn’t happen too fast, as far as I was concerned. He’d only been there two days, and already I was getting tired of not being totally free in my own house.

I sighed, threw on some boxers, turned out the lights so Emma could rest, and headed for the door. I’d go jerk off in the guest bathroom, then probably watch some TV until I could fall asleep.

In the hallway, though, I noticed the light on in the guest bathroom, and heard heavy breathing from inside. What the hell? I padded closer. The door was partially open, and I peered through into the mirror on the wall. In the reflection, I saw the back of Cameron’s head bobbing rhythmically. From the motion of his right shoulder, there was no mistaking what he was doing. He was jerking off in my damn bathroom. I couldn’t believe it. At that moment, I was about ready to pay for his rent myself so he could move out tomorrow.

I was never one to shy away from conflict, so I pushed the door open. Cameron, a tall, slender boy with a mop of unruly blond hair, sat on the toilet with his legs spread wide, relentlessly stroking a spit-lubricated cock. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing he didn’t compare to me in that area. His narrow six inches didn’t compare to the beefy eight inches I was packing.

He was so deep in his reverie, head back, eyes closed, that he didn’t notice me standing there. I watched him for a few moments. I’d never seen another man masturbating before. It was fascinating. bahçeşehir escort And I had to reluctantly admit that he was a good-looking kid. Not surprising given how pretty Emma was. He was deep into his fantasy, thoroughly enjoying himself, and I was a little jealous of him. My own cock continued to swell, and I needed to find some privacy so i could go jerk off again and try to get enough sexual release to fall asleep.

I realized I should just leave the kid alone and let him get his nut. We all needed it, after all. I started to back out and close the door, but then he turned and startled when he realized I was standing there.

He said nothing. He just looked at me. Right into my eyes.

“Hey, sorry,” I said, “Didn’t realize you were in here.”

“Don’t you have your own bathroom in there?” he asked, nodding toward the master bedroom.

I backed out of the bathroom door. “Didn’t want to wake your mom up. I’ll use the one downstairs.”

“Wait,” he said.

“What?”

“If you just finished banging my mom, why are you still hard?”

“What the hell…?”

“I can hear it all, you know. I appreciate you guys trying to be quiet, but you can hear everything in this house, so don’t worry about it. Just do what you need to do. I’m a big boy. I can take it.”

Cameron hadn’t actually removed his hand from his still-hard dick yet. In fact, as we’d been talking, his hand had slowly wandered up to the head and then back down to the base again.

“Yeah, well, sorry. We’re used to having the place to ourselves. I’ll see if I can help you find a job tomorrow.”

His hand came back up, every so slowly, to the head of his dick again, and he gave the tip a little swirl with his thumb. “You’re obviously not finished yet,” he said, his eyes fixed on my boxer shorts.

Sure enough, my cock had continued to swell, pressing against the fabric and reminding me of the liability my libido was becoming. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep under control.

“Yeah, well, it takes a lot to keep me satisfied.”

Cameron looked back up into my eyes, his mouth widening into a playful smile. His hand slide down his slippery dick, and he exhaled as he reached the base. Then he stroked again, arching his back slightly and closing his eyes with pleasure at the sensation. “I know how you feel,” he said. “I can’t ever seem to get enough.”

Moments passed, and I realized I was just watching him stroke himself. We really was a remarkably attractive young man. Fit, but not muscular. He had soft, pale skin and a slender physique, a major contrast to my own tanned, more muscular, and hairier body.

His cock throbbed as he gripped it more tightly. I looked back up into his eyes and realized he he was full-on smiling now. He’d been watching me watch him, and he’d enjoyed it.

“Close the door,” he said. “In case mom wakes up.”

My head was spinning. I should have walked right out, but instead I stepped inside and closed the door. What was I doing? What was going on here?

I stood there for another minute or so as he slipped back into his fantasy, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, gripping his tight dick and stroking it up, and down, and up, and down, slowly, savoring every moment. It was so beautiful to watch him that I couldn’t turn away, and he seemed so completely at ease with me being there that I couldn’t seem to convince myself that I should leave.

I looked down. My own cock was engorged now, and had pushed through my boxers and was hanging out in front of me. I reached down and gave it a quick stroke, and it bakırköy escort throbbed even larger.

Eventually Cameron opened his eyes again and looked over at me. When he saw my cock hanging out, there was no shock or surprise. He licked his lips instinctively, then stopped stroking and motioned for me to approach.

At this point, I was incapable of conscious thought. My heart pounded in my ears, and I was operating in a daze of animal instinct.

I stepped toward him, not sure what was going to happen next.

When I got close enough, he leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. The warmth and wetness of it immediately sent tingles through my body. He rocked his head from side to side, twisting his lips against my shaft, moaning softly as he pulled back, letting its thick head pop out of his mouth and bounce up and down.

At that point, I didn’t know what was going to happen next, except for one very clear fact. I was damned sure going to make him finish what he’d started.

He stopped. “Oh, my god,” he said.

I took a deep breath to try to control my racing heart. “What?”

“I can taste her,” he said. “I can taste my mother.”

The insanity of that twisted statement took a moment to process, but then his obvious pleasure with it sent a forbidden thrill through my body, ending with a surging throb in my dick.

Before I could respond, he leaned forward again and took me back into his hot, wet mouth, his tongue working hard against my shaft to lick up everything he possibly could. He reached out with both hands and grabbed my hips, then reached around to my buttocks, pulling me closer. As I stepped forward, my cock slid further in. I felt the back of his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, inhaling deeply, then pulled again and pushed the head of my cock down into his throat.

It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I reached down and ran my fingers through his mop of blonde hair, which felt as soft as any woman’s I’d ever felt. I wrapped my fingers around his skill and pulled him even closer, burying his face into my public hair.

After several seconds, I released him, allowing him to come up for air, but he didn’t hurry. Instead, he let my cock emerge from him slowly, allowing me to cherish every bit of the sensation. By the time he’d removed himself from around me, his eyes were watering from lack of air. A tear ran down his cheek, and his face was read. He gazed up at me with pure joy in his eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to taste her,” he whispered. He put his thin hand around my shaft and began greedily licking me like I was a popsicle. “She tastes so damn good.”

“Sure does,” I said.

“You went down on her tonight?” Cameron asked.

I paused, then nodded.

He stood up, looking intently at my mouth. This was getting seriously weird, but I also couldn’t help myself. I needed something from him and I was going to get it. And why not let him get what he needed from me? I mean, it’s not like I was gay or anything. We were just two guys trying to get our nut.

His breath was warm on my face. I bent down and kissed him. His tongue was immediately inside my mouth, and I returned the favor. His moan vibrated against me. He was tasting Emma’s pussy juice on my face and in my saliva. His own mother. And he couldn’t have been more excited about it. Weird kid. Although I remember having crazy thoughts like that when I was his age.

I pressed forward against him, our cocks rubbing against each other. We kept kissing, and it was absolutely as good as any girl I’d ever kissed. There was something intoxicating başakşehir escort about the taboo of it. I’d never even thought about being with a man before, and yet here I was was my stepson. Even worse, it felt amazing. I was loving it.

“This isn’t enough for you,” he whispered breathlessly. “You need my pussy.”

He turned around, facing the toilet, and bent over, reaching back and pulling his ass cheeks apart to reveal a tight little asshole.

Holy shit, we were really going to do this.

My cock was as hard as I’d ever experienced it, the skin tight with anticipation. I stepped forward, pressing the head against his anus. It was still sloppy with his saliva, and I rubbed it around to lubricate the area.

I took a deep breath, then grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me as I pushed forward. I felt his muscles tensing and relaxing, and then finally his hole gave way and the head of my cock plunged inside. A high-pitch moan escaped his lips, and the muscles squeezed around me. Then he relaxed again, and I continued to push deeper.

He whimpered.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked.

“Just use me,” he said. “I can take it.”

“If you say so,” I said gripping his hips tightly.

He braced himself against the wall, and I thrust myself all the way inside him. He yelped, and I prayed that he didn’t wake Emma up.

The warmth and tightness was incredible. It was different than a woman’s pussy. Tighter. Dirtier. I loved it. He was exactly what I’d needed right now.

I pulled back, then pressed forward again, slowly at first, then started thrusting him with increasing speed. It was obvious that he was in pain, but also obvious that he was enjoying it. He got into it, pushing his ass onto me in time with my thrusting. I loved his submissiveness. He was allowing me to use his body for my pleasure, and the fact that I was taking advantage of him seemed to give him great satisfaction.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered.

“Do it,” he said, and leaned back against me, arching his head back next to mine.

I reached around and wrapped my hands around him, embracing him and pulling him close to me. I turned my head and instinctively sucked on his ear and kissed his neck. His left arm came up and reached around my head, encouraging me to keep kissing him, while his other hand reached down and back to grasp my buttock as I continued to thrust into him. He smelled so good.

“Cum in me,” he whispered. “Cum in me.” He kept saying it, a pleading mantra as I shoved my cock into him with increasing insistence.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The tightness. The excitement of being inside another guy for the first time. The forbiddenness of him being my stepson. The taboo of his sexual desire for his mother. The desperation we’d both felt. It was too much.

I erupted inside of him. I squirted as hard as I ever have in my life, and I lost track of how many times my cock pulsed inside of him. He whimpered with each one, enjoying the delivery deep inside of him. I squeezed him so hard I was sure I’d leave bruises.

Finally, breathless, I had completely finished. For the first time in years, I felt completely depleted. Satisfied. Spent. Cameron had truly emptied my balls. I pulled out slowly.

“Wow,” I said. “That was…amazing.”

“Seriously,” he said. “I’m gonna feel that for days.”

“Do you…need to cum?” I asked, trying to be polite. I mean, it was only fair, right?

He half-turned and side stepped, revealing a thick trail of cum running down his own dick, and motioned his hand to show where cum had splattered over the toilet, wall, and cabinet.

“I came twice during that,” he said. “You were amazing.”

I took a deep breath and sighed it out. “So, uh…what now?”

He smiled. “You go to bed now. I’ll take care of this.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s just consider it my rent.”

“Fair enough. Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he said. “And I mean that.”

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It had been a long day. Clara showed up to work and didn’t have to be there, only after preparing three day’s worth of food and deserts, so she was extra tired. After getting back in her car, Clara looked down at her phone and noticed she had a missed call from a number she didn’t recognize. She thought about calling it back, but the song that was playing on the radio caught her attention. She began to smile and sing along as the chorus of “Tender Kisses” melodically made her feel some type of way. From the look on her face, you could tell that she was reminiscing about something.

As the song came to an end, Clara put her car in reverse to exit the driveway. Her phone rang again from the same number that called her earlier. Clara was hesitant about answering the call because she was in no mood to deal with any foolishness. “Hello!” Clara said. “Hey Cupcake,” a familiar male voice said on the other end. Clara sat there frozen because she was not expecting to hear from this man. “Matter of fact, how did he get my number,” she thought to herself.

The phone went silent for a few seconds, but to them, it seemed like five minutes had gone past with nothing but silence and breathing. “Hey Chris, how r u? What makes you call me out of nowhere?” Clara wanted to ask more but didn’t want to bombard Chris with so many questions at once. Just as he was about to answer, Ang was clicking in. “Chris hold on, don’t hang up,” Clara said while switching calls.

“What’s up,” Clara asked Ang. “I was just calling you to see if you wanted to hang out tonight. I’m getting off in a few hours and I know u should be getting off shortly thereafter and I just want to make these last couple of days memorable in case I can never have you again.” Clara held the phone, bit her bottom lip because nothing good was going to come out of her mouth. “I’ll let you know, I’m on the other end with Sister, so I’m going to call you back.” Clara ended both calls, she wanted to ensure that Ang had hung up, and then called the number back Chris had called her from. On about the third ring Chris picked back up.

“What’s up Shawty? Why you hang up on me?”

“My bad. That was my wife. I had to hang up the line to ensure she wasn’t still on the phone. But anywho, I have been cool. Working, working, and more working. Sooo, umm, how did you get my new number?” Clara asked as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall that was a few minutes from her job.

“That was a mouth full,” Chris said as he put a piece of crispy fried chicken in his mouth.

They both laughed and then the phone went silent again. Clara sat there wondering what to say next because the call was very unexpected. “It’s like he could sense that I just divorced my wife and that my check engine light was on. He must have known that my body needed some servicing.” Her mind was on its way to the times they once shared with one another, but that was interrupted with Sir chewing loudly in her ear. He was being funny because Clara was not saying anything.

“Really,” Clara said.

“Yes, really. Talk to me,” Sir said as he still continued to chew loudly in her ear.

“Look, I’m about to go in this mall and grab me some more Bath and Body Works, so call me later around 10.”

“Alright, I can do that.”

They both said goodbye and the call disconnected. Clara made her way aydınlı escort into the mall. She always parks at the entrance that’s closest to B&BW, so she can be in and out.

As soon as she walked into the store, the store associate knew exactly who Clara was. “I see your back again,” the short white woman said to Clara. They both laughed. Clara made her way through the store picking out all the scents that were on sale that she didn’t have in her collection yet.

She had finally made it to the register. The lady that greeted her was the same lady that rung her up. They stood there discussing random topics, as the employee continued to scan all her lotions, body sprays, and body washes. “Your total today is $33.45,” the clerk said. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Clara shouted.

Clara made it back to her car. The parking lot was a lot fuller than it was when she got there. She stood at her car door thinking about what trouble she could get into this evening. She had Sir that she could link up with and she had her ex-wife that she could spend time with. The wind was biting, so her thoughts got broken. She hurried and unlocked the car door then hopped in the car because she was not about to be another victim of the flu.

After starting the car and turning the heat on full blast, she let her car warm up before taking off. As she waited, her phone got a text. It was from Angela, her ex-wife.

“Aye, change of plans. I’m about to meet up with my sister and I’ll probably be with her until the morning. Sorry, if I got your hopes up. Maybe tomorrow night. Ttyl.”

“Wow, really!” Clara yelled out loud. She was glad that she really didn’t put much thought into hanging with her for the night. Now Clara had time to go hang with Sir if he called back.

As Clara drove home she thought about Sir and him stroking her kitty kat the way that she likes. She bit down on her bottom lip, moaned, and ran her fingers through her honey blonde and dark brown hair. Just thinking about those times had her horny and wet.

She had finally made it home. She ran into her house because it was just too damn cold to be playing outside. Once inside, she put her bags down on the purple leather couch. As she ran up the stairs to go to change clothes, one of her kittens was sitting on one of the stairs. As she jumped over him, he swatted at her foot. “Oreo, go find something to do with yourself,” Clara said.

After changing into some comfortable clothing, she began to rummage around in the side table drawer and came across her vibrator. “Hmmm, I could rub one off right quick, but that would require me to get naked again,” she thought to herself as she turned the vibrator on and off.

She put the vibrator away because if she was going to hook up with Sir she wanted to make sure she was ready, ready. She looked over at the alarm clock sitting on the TV stand and it was already 7:30. Clara made her way back downstairs to fix her a plate of lasagna. As she was in the kitchen her text notification went off. She was in no hurry to see who it was, either.

Her lasagna was heating up, so she went and poured herself a glass of wine. That first glass got swallowed, she didn’t even stop to breathe. She poured herself another glass of wine and pulled her lasagna out of the microwave. bağdat caddesi escort As she was walking back to the living room, her text message notification went off again. Once she sat everything down on the glass coffee table, she went and grabbed her phone from off the couch.

All she could think about was Angela’s last text. She was really hoping that it wasn’t her sending some more bullshit. Nope, it was Chris texting her some bullshit. Now she was really pissed. Not only did her dick appointment, that Chris knew nothing about, got canceled but she was walking around with a wet throbbing pussy.

Clara stood there just thinking about how much more her evening could get messed up. She was really looking forward to spending time with Chris. She had not seen him in a very long time and the last time they were together, he gave her body one of the best orgasms that it had ever had.

She walked back over to the coffee table where her glass of wine was sitting. She swallowed the second glass faster than the first glass. That Cupcake Moscato was getting her right. She went back to the kitchen to grab the whole bottle. It was going to be a long night.

After grabbing the TV remote off of the glass end table, Clara sat down with her plate of food and bottle of wine. Nothing was really catching her attention on the television, so she shut the TV off and turned the music on her tablet on. Soon as the advertisement ended, “Lovers and Friends” came on. Clara really was not in the mood for any rap music, so she turned the station to strictly R&B.

She finally finished her dinner and her third glass of wine. She picked up her phone to scroll Instagram, but she went to dial a number that she hadn’t dialed in a very long time. A voice whispered, “Hello,” as they had just been awakened out of a deep sleep.

“What you sleep, I want some company and some fire ass head. Can you make that happen?” Clara asked.

“You know I got a girl right and aren’t you married?” the voice asked.

“Officially divorced and like that has ever mattered before,” Clara said as she went to wash her plate off.

“Sure, fine. Text me the address.

“How long you going to be,” Clara asked.

“About 45 minutes to an hour.”

“Alright, cool. See ya soon.”

The call disconnected. Clara went to go take a shower. But before she jumped in, she texted the address. “Ohhh, Lordt. What am I doing? Angela still has a key, what if she decides to come home? Oh, well. Shit happens. This is my shit.” Clara said to herself as she stood underneath the steamy hot water.

Once she finished up in the shower and put on something a little more revealing, Clara went and had another glass of wine. At this point, she was nice and inebriated. She began to dance around her room. Clara was twerking, grinding her body against the wall, and at some point she even did some squats. Clara was really in her own little world. She was really happy because she was still going to get some sex tonight. It may not have been coming from the person she wanted it from, but Lynette knew how to make her body shake and cum.

There was a knock at the door, so she got up to let the person in. “That’s how we answering doors now,” Lynette said. “Don’t act like this is something new,” Clara told bahçelievler escort her while holding her glass of wine in her hand. After closing the door, they made their way to the couch. Lynette took her coat off and sat it on the loveseat. There was no time for chitchat, Lynette began to slowly kiss Clara on her neck. The fourth glass of wine had her right. “Yass,” Clara whispered in Lynette’s ears.

Lynette’s hands began to slowly work their way down to Clara’s thighs. Clara lied back on the couch so Lynette could be in control. Lynette rose Clara’s left leg over her shoulder, as Clara wrapped her arms around Lynette’s neck. Their bodies began to grind against each other as they passionately kissed one another. They looked in each other’s eyes and that’s all it took. Lynette lifted Clara’s nighty to expose her breasts and let her tongue speak the words that wouldn’t come out of her mouth. Lick by lick, Lynette’s tongue stroke began to tell a story that Clara was very familiar with. “Give me more,” Clara whispered, as her eyes began to roll to the back of her head.

Lynette’s tongue began to creep towards Clara’s sweetness. But, she was going to make Clara suffer, so Lynette teased Clara for a bit. By the look on Clara’s face, you could tell that she really wanted Lynette to take her all the way at that moment and that is exactly what Lynette did. She began to suck on Clara’s very swollen clit. “Fuck!!” Clara yelled out in pure ecstasy. Lynette sucked on her clit fast then slow and in a circular motion. She slid two fingers in Clara’s very wet “juice box” to massage her g-spot. That’s all it took, Clara was squirting all over the place. “Yassss, right there. Keeping going,” Clara yelled out while trying to moan at the same time.

Just as Clara was about to cum again, Angela was sticking her key in the door. She was about to see some shit and Clara personally did not give a damn. After all, Angela had put her through, Clara wanted her ex-wife to see this and hurt just like she had hurt her time and time again. Angela opened the door to find her ex-wife and Lynette having sex on the couch.

Angela wanted to say something but did not. Angela stood there for a second and watched. She had her gun on her side and had every right to kill them both. She figured she would just say that it was a crime of passion. Angela shook the trance she was in. She went upstairs as they continued to have sex on the couch. Angela was upstairs for a while and then came back downstairs with nothing but her boxers, t-shirt, and strap on, on.

Angela tapped Lynette on her shoulder so she could join in. Lynette politely moved out the way so Ang could give Clara some much-needed dick. Angela pulled Clara off the couch, so Clara could be face down, ass up.

Ang played with Clara’s hot box with the strap. “Ohhh God, yass,” Clara cried out. Clara motioned for Lynette to come over. Lynette did just that. Lynette positioned herself underneath Clara in a way to be able to lick on Clara’s clit while Ang slow stroked Clara’s pussy from the back. Once Lynette’s started licking, Clara’s body started shaking. Her knees wanted to buckle, but her two suitors weren’t going to allow that to happen.

The faster and deeper Ang stroked her pussy, the faster Lynette licked on her clit. “I’m cumming,” Clara yelled out. Her moans and cries fell on death ears. They both just kept going. Clara was squirting and cumming everywhere. Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head for the second time. Her body was shaking immensely. They had her in a place where she had never been. It was a different type of sexual euphoria. It was at that point that Clara realized that her soul had been snatched.

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I was sitting at home waiting on this girl I usually fool around with to come over when my (gay) friend Devin called and begged me to go to Fiesta (gay bar) with him. He said some of their lesbian friends were coming so I canceled my booty call and went up to see him and his boyfriend sing. I had never ever met a girl at this place that I was attracted to. But when I walked in I locked eyes with this girl for a long time…I hadn’t realized that when I looked around for my friend he was sitting right there with her.

She had shoulder length blond hair big beautiful almost turquoise doe eyes. long eye lashes. a nose ring. very full light pink lips. with a hoop lip ring. She was very tall. Graceful. small breasts(my preference) slender. she kinda had the body of Cameron Dias but with a better butt. She was dressed classy yet original. I liked the way she looked allot…

After getting my drink I sat down and we were introduced. Ashley was her name. Then I was introduced to her fiancee, Jenna. (awe man, that sucks I thought) I tried to keep from looking at her, but every time I looked she was looking either in my eyes or at my cleavage…we started to talk and we found that we had allot in common. we both were dance teachers, both had our own dance studios, and teams, she is a nanny and I was a nanny. it just went ataşehir escort on and on. she was practically ignoring her girlfriend. I felt bad.

When I got up to get another drink my friend Dev, came with me and was saying ” oh my god she is so into you! she keeps talking to you and you aren’t even looking but she hasn’t taken her eyes off you.” I was surprised…I had to make a big effort to include everyone else in the conversations but Devon was right. when she looked at me my whole body got hot. My heart raced. she kept touching me for no reason. and I would get chills. the bar was really hot and smokey so her and Jenna stepped out side to cool off. she came back in alone and leaned over my shoulder from behind. her lips brushed my ear before she asked me if I knew the tango or the cha cha. I told her I did. She asked me to dance while her hand tickled my neck and played with my hair. when I turned and looked up at her my lips were so close to hers. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to dance with her. but I told her I thought her girl friend would be jealous. Ashley said she wouldn’t( I dunno about that) then the song ended. it was too late. her girlfriend came back in and was distracted by someone she knew.

I headed to the bath room to collect my thoughts. I didn’t avcılar escort even have to go. I was in there 15 seconds when the door opened and there she was..Ashley,She said she sent Jenna down the street for cigarettes. she would be right back. she shut and locked the dead bolt. My knees went weak. She kept eye contact with me and slowly walked up to me and pushed me up against the wall slowly with her body. ran her hand up my back, my neck into my hair. she leaned in to kiss me and pulled my hair a little. we both had tongue rings in…I like that feeling when they clink together. she was very aggressive grabbing my hands holding them over my head with one hand and touching me all over grabbing my tits just the way I like. she used her knee to spread my legs. kissing me. we were moaning in a whimper kind of way. She said she wanted me so bad I told her she she should come home with me. her hand slowly went down my pants under my panties she put pressure on my clit a little looking at me as if to ask if its OK…I whispered the word please and she pushed her fingers inside me. practically lifting me up with the force of her strokes! she said she couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was and I told her she had to take off my panties or I would make a huge mess. so there I was in heels avrupa yakası escort with my shirt and bra down so my tits were exposed her mouth all over them,cumming so much I stood in a puddle. Trying not to scream. I pulled my right hand away and put it down her jeans rammed my fingers inside her. she moaned a little loud( thank goodness for the loud music.) She grind ed her hips against my hand and started to cum. in turn it made me cum again I think 4 times in all. I looked down and I was dripping wet, cum all down my legs on my shoes. all over her arm. and a little on her jeans.

At that very moment I got a text from Devin saying Jenna had just pulled in the parking lot. Ashly looked very upset. I thought she was scarred but she said she wanted to taste my pussy so bad. I told her she could call me later and I would spread my legs and let her eat my pussy as much as she wants. I cleaned up the mess with paper towels she washed her arm. I sprayed perfume on me. I took my drink and spilled a little on her jeans where I had cum on her. and told her to tell Jenna she spilled her drink or some ass hole spilled it on her and she walked out first. I waited. looked myself in the mirror and asked myself, did that just happen.

she got my # from Devin and called me at 4am. We talked. apparently she has only been with Jenna for 2 months and I suppose Jenna just proposed fast to grab that while she could. I was the second girl she had been with and she calls me all the time to talk dirty now. she also came over the next day for a good 4 hours but that is another story now isn’t it. Frankly my pussy is wet thinking of it and I’m gonna call her now…

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A/N: Hello loves!!!! I have missed you guys so much and have thought about you daily. Even though I have not been posting, I have been writing. I’m so sorry for the long hiatus but school was grueling. But I never forgot about you guys 🙂 I know I said that this would be the last chapter but I just couldn’t do the story justice if I lumped everything into one chapter. You need a nice buildup, some twists and turns and nice ending that ends in mind blowing sex right? I have already started working on 8 there maybe a 9 depending on how long 8 is. I hope you enjoy it loves.

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The girls scrambled in a flurry of activity after Olivia fell to the floor. Michelle went to check Olivia’s vitals as Angel frantically called Javon.

“Omg Javon, my mom just collapsed!” Angel screamed into the phone.

“Is she breathing?” Javon asked instantly becoming alert.

After confirmation from Michelle, Angel answered yes.

“Don’t move her, if she hit her head she could have a concussion or something very serious. Call 911 and get an ambulance. James Ridgeway Hospital is the closest. I will call and see who’s on call and meet you there Ok?” Javon said with an air of calm.

“Ok.” Angel said feeling the need to cry.

“Angel she is going to be ok, but you have to be strong for her now.” Javon said his skills as a paramedic evident.

“All right.” Angel answered and disconnected the call.

“Hello dispatcher…I need an ambulance to 108 Delaney St. now!”

The crew was there in less than five minutes and loading Olivia into the truck.

Michelle ushered Angel into her car, and the two drove behind the ambulance. The whole ride consisted of Angel berating herself, to crying, to getting angry. By the time they reached the hospital she was even more beside herself.

When they arrived at the hospital Javon greeted them at the door.

“They said she has come to and is responsive. They are going to do some tests and check her vitals and see what could have caused the sudden collapse.” Javon began.

“Do you know what could have caused her to collapse like that?” Javon inquired.

Angel outwardly cringed and looked at him like a helpless wreck. She felt so guilty that her sex life was the cause of her mother’s accident.

Seeing her distress, Michelle decided to answer with a partial truth. “She saw Angel naked when she got out of the shower.”

“Woa.” Javon said shocked. Seeing that this only made Angel feel worse he decided to give her a little comfort.

“I’m sure that this was not your fault Angel. A little nudity never killed anybody.” He tried to joke off lamely.

“Let’s go inside.” Angel said.

After 40 minutes of waiting in the waiting room and tracking down Olivia’s room, they were finally able to see her.

Once they arrived in the room, the tension between Angel and her mom was palpable. Olivia alternated between disapproving tsks and shakes of the head while Angel just fidgeted in her chair.

After 20 minutes of the non-verbal run around, the doctor came back with some of Olivia’s medical results.

“As suspected, your blood sugar was very low. For a woman with diabetes, I know you know that you have to stay on top of your diet.” The doctor said in a no nonsense tone.

“Mom, you didn’t tell me you were a diabetic.” Angel said shocked that her mother didn’t tell her something so important.

“Seems like we both have been keeping secrets.” Olivia said with a direct stare at Michelle.

Breaking the mounting tension the doctor said, “We are just going to run a few more tests to confirm the problem, monitor you overnight, and release you in the morning.”

“Ok.” Olivia said. After the doctor left she requested without really asking, “I need to talk to my daughter in private.”

After everyone left, Olivia sighed heavily and exclaimed, “How come you didn’t tell me about this…”

“I could say the same thing to you mother.” Angel said defensively.

“This isn’t about me.” Olivia said in a nonsense take no prisoners mothering tone. “What is going on with you and this girl?”

At first Angel couldn’t answer. She walked away from the comfort of her mother’s bed to window and began to stare out.

After 2 minutes she said, “Mother, I have liked women all my life. I’ve hidden it and tried to fight it because I knew you and the family would not approve.”

After a while she continued, “I love you dearly and I don’t want to hide who I am anymore.”

“I see.” Olivia said taking a deep sigh. “Well this has completely caught me off guard. I never thought you would have told me you were one of those…sexuals.” She said gesturing with her hand.

“You’re so feminine and prissy, how can you be gay? You were so happy with Isiah.” Olivia said confused.

“Gay comes in all shapes, styles and colors mom.” Angel said facing Olivia.

“I need time. I’m just uncomfortable.” Olivia said looking away.

“Ok mom. I’ll come and get you tomorrow. I love you.” Angel said hugging her mother and leaving.

When Angel atakent escort got to the waiting room she saw Javon dressed in his scrubs.

“My shift is actually about to start. I’m going to pop in and check on her and give you updates.” Javon said.

“Ok, thanks.” Angel said giving him a big hug. Michelle then ushered her out to the car.

Michelle could tell that something happened between Angel and her mother but she didn’t want to pry. She knew that Angel would talk to her about it if she needed to. As she drove to Angel’s apartment, she held Angel’s hand in her lap.

As soon as Angel got inside of her apartment, she plopped down on the couch and sighed deeply.

“Could you come and give me a massage?” Angel asked Michelle.

As Michelle began massaging her shoulders, Angel slowly began to relax.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Michelle said kissing the side of Angel’s temple.

“Where do you see this thing between us going?” Angel asked turning to face Michelle.

“I want to be with you. I think we have excellent chemistry and we balance each other out. I know we have only known each other for a little while but I have really strong feelings for you. I’m not afraid to tell you, I love you.” Michelle said whispering the last part in Angel’s ear.

“Before today, I didn’t know where this relationship was going. I thought let’s not think about the future, let’s just have fun and see where it goes.” Angel began.

“Before today, I also thought that I would never tell my mother that I was gay…You wanna know what I was thinking when I told her?” Angel asked standing up and beginning to pace.

“What were you thinking?” Michelle asked.

“I was thinking that in order to be truly happy I need to be honest with myself and my mother. I could never feel completely loved by my mother without being honest about who I am.” Angel said.

“I’ve realized that all this time I’ve carried this huge weight on my shoulders and after telling her I felt free. It was a little scary because my whole life I never felt gay, well bisexual I guess, but once I told her it felt like a hole inside me was filled. I thought yea this is who I am, and like my life can now truly begin.” Angel said with tears in her eyes.

“I’m so happy for you Angel. I wish coming out to my parents would have been as great as that, but I’m happy for you.” Michelle said hugging Angel tightly.

“Telling my mom also made me think about you too…well us.” Angel said hesitantly

“What about us?” Michelle said nervously.

“I realized on the car ride back, that I haven’t really given you a chance. These past few weeks I’ve been treating you like a fuck buddy with no commitment in sight and you don’t deserve that.” Angel said.

Michelle only response was a sad smile before she hung her head.

“You are beautiful inside and out Michelle and you deserve someone who tells you that everyday; someone who is going to be proud to hold your hand in public and someone who will make love to you whenever you want.” Angel said hold Michelle’s chin so that she looked her in the eyes.

“So what are you saying, that you aren’t that person?” Michelle said with silent tears rolling down her eyes.

“I’m saying I want to be with you. I don’t know what the future holds or if I will go running back to dick at the first sight of trouble, but I want to at least try this. I promise to be honest with you about how I feel and to be open to this relationship.” Angel finished.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Michelle said kissing Angel softly on the lips and they both started to laugh.

“All news isn’t bad news Michelle.” Angel said kissing Michelle all over her face and then holding her in her arms.

Angel held Michelle on the couch for a while stroking her hair and her face and she gently hummed a tune.

“Let’s go to sleep.” Michelle said pulling Angel to her feet and toward the bedroom.

The girls were asleep within moments of hitting the bed. Angel woke Michelle up in the middle of the night to slowly make love to her and slowly caress her back to sleep. Michelle had never felt so loved.

The next day Angel left early to pick her mother up from the hospital.

As she waited in the roundabout to load her mother into her car, she grew anxious. The conversation with her mother was still unresolved but she didn’t want to bring it up.

Her mother saved her from having to broach the subject.

“I know that yesterday did not go very well and I’m sorry for that. It’s just that this completely caught me off guard. I never would have guessed that you are gay and I’m just uncomfortable.” Olivia said.

“It’s not like I want to have sex with every woman that I see mom. I just happen to be in a relationship with a woman now. I’m still me!” Angel said.

“I know. I just never imagined this life for you. It will take some getting used to but I support you. As long as you are happy. I’m happy for you.” Olivia said.

“Well thanks mom, that’s ataköy escort all I wanted to hear.” Angel said smiling as she drove home.

“Eventually you will have to bring this young lady to meet the rest of the family.” Olivia said with a sense of foreboding.

“I know and I am prepared. I’m nervous about everyone meeting her but I expect it to go well. You guys will like her, I know it.” Angel said hopefully.

“Ok dear.” Olivia said.

When Angel arrived at her apartment, she was shocked to see that her grandmother was there and from the looks of it she was getting along famously with Michelle.

“There’s my favorite grandchild.” Angel’s grandmother Elouise said.

“Hi Grandma.” Angel said smiling from ear to ear and giving her grandmother a hug.

“Me and you’re best friend here were just cooking you girls something to eat. I figured my daughter would be hungry after eating all of that hospital food.” Elouise said good-naturedly.

As the group indulged in the wonderful breakfast that Michelle and Elouise prepared, Angel caught up with her family.

“So how did you and Michelle meet?” Elouise asked Angel.

“We have two classes’ together, biology lab and lecture. Michelle is a biology major and since biology doesn’t come as second nature to me it only made sense that I study with someone that it does.” Angel said.

“Michelle when you speak, I hear and accent, where are you from?” Olivia asked inquisitively.

“Well, ma’am I was born and raised here, but my father’s family is Puerto rican.” Michelle said.

“I’ve always wanted to have more island relatives in our family. Our family is mostly Bermudian.” Olivia said.

“You can only see our Bermudian roots when we are in a heated discussion or having a family party.” Angel said.

“Speaking of family parties, you and Michelle should come down for my birthday.” Elouise said to Angel.

“How could I refuse such a gracious invitation…I know it’s been awhile since you have seen your favorite grandchild.” Angel said smiling smugly.

Instead of responding immediately, Elouise just smiled.

“She just wants someone to help her back all those pies.” Olivia said with a chuckle.

“Anything for you grandma.” Angel said giving her grandmother a hug and a kiss.

“Well girl’s we have to head out now. I need to get my daughter home before my husband starts worrying where we got off too.” Elouise said getting up and gathering her purse.

“It was very nice meeting you Michelle, I feel like I have a new grandchild, welcome to the family.” Elouise said giving Michelle a big hug goodbye.

“It was nice meeting you too.” Michelle returning the hug.

Although the meeting went well, there was a tense moment when Olivia said goodbye to Angel and Michelle.

“As always darling it is great to see you. This meeting was…interesting to say the least. I miss you my angel, call your mother some time.” Olivia said framing her daughter’s face with her two hands.

Instead of hugging or embracing Michelle, she clutched her purse and said, “I look forward to the next time we meet. Maybe I will call in advance next time?”

“Yes ma’am.” Michelle acknowledge with a nod of her head.

With the tension at an all-time high, Olivia and her mother left the apartment.

“Well as far as awkward meetings go, that was the most awkward meeting I have ever had.” Angel said sitting onto the couch.

“I think your mother hates me.” Michelle said staring after the door.

“She might, but I’m pretty sure she will get over it eventually. Hopefully. Maybe.” Angel said mashing her face up into a confused mask.

Michelle’s response was to snort.

“Come here baby, let’s not worry about my family let’s talk about us.” Angel said waving Michelle over with her arms wide open.

“I’m supposed to be the one holding you.” Michelle said with a chuckle.

“I’m the man in this relationship.” Michelle said puffing her chest up.

“Sometimes you have to switch the roles up.” Angel said kissing Michelle’s neck, “And just because you can bench press more than me, doesn’t mean you aren’t still a shrimp.”

“Oh, I’m the shrimp?” Michelle said with laughter in her eyes.

“Yea, you’re a huge shrimp, I’m bigger than you, taller than you and stronger than you.” Angel said standing up and smiling down at Michelle.

“Is that so?” Michelle said.

“Yea, it is.” Angel said. Before Angel could finish her sentence she was on the floor staring up at Michelle with a face of shock.

Michelle had both of Angel’s wrists in her hands firmly above her head. She leaned into Angel’s right ear and laughingly said, “Pinned ya.”

Angel jerked and twisted and turned trying to get out of Michelle’s hold in a flurry. Try as she might she couldn’t get away from Michelle.

By the end of it they were both breathing hard and the buttons of Angel’s shirt had come undone.

Michelle watched Angel’s cleavage as more and more of her delicious skin was revealed by atalar escort her breathing.

“Mmm.” Michelle moaned while pointedly looking at Angel’s breasts.

“You’re such a horn ball.” Angel said twisting and trying to hide her breasts under her receding shirt. To her chagrin it only exposed her more to Michelle’s eyes.

Michelle eyed Angel’s lace bra.

“You know, green is my favorite color.” Michelle said moving down and nudging the rest of Angel’s shirt away with her nose and cheek.

“What are you doing?” Angel said helplessly and slightly aroused.

“I’m consummating our relationship.” Michelle said with a chuckle.

“Ooh.” She said looking down as Angel scissored her legs, “I can smell your arousal.”

“Oh yea?” Angel asked. “What are you going to do about it?” She said seductively while staring into Michelle’s eyes.

“I’m going to give you the best night of your life.” Michelle said licking Angel’s cheek.

Angel moaned and said, “How about you undo my pants?”

As Michelle moved to undo her pants, Angel arched her back. When Michelle moved her hands to Angel’s zipper, Angel made her move.

Catching Michelle off guard, Angel was finally able to wiggle out of Michelle’s tight grip.

Before she could fully get away however, Michelle had pinned her once again.

“Dammit!” Angel said blowing her hair out of her face.

“Why are you playing hard to get?” Michelle said with a chuckle.

Angel looked at Michelle hotly.

“Oh I see, you want it rough tonight.” Michelle said with a smile.

Michelle immediately stood up and yanked Angel to stand beside her.

Once Angel was right side up, Michelle pulled Angel’s arm behind her back and ushered her into the bedroom.

“Aaah.” Angel said as a slow burn moved from her wrist to her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you the real meaning of being a tease.” Michelle answered confidently.

When they reached the bedroom, Michelle walked Angel to her closet and got out her bag of goodies.

She then ordered Michelle toward the bed. When she reached the bed, Michelle carefully removed Angel’s bra. She then instructed Angel to bend over the bed.

After she bent over the bed, Michelle quickly tied her wrists to opposite side of the bed with silk ties.

Michelle eased Angel’s jeans and panties down her legs. She then instructed Angel to spread her legs wide.

When Angel opened her legs, Michelle got a glimpse of Angel’s pussy. Her lips stood out proudly and her pussy was covered in wetness.

Michelle sucked in her breath. The site of Angel splayed before her in such a blatant invitation of arousal was almost too much.

If she didn’t plan this right, she would be the one being teased not Angel.

Leaning down, Michelle put her face very close to Angel’s center. She breathed in her heady scent.

As she deeply inhaled and breathed out, Angel jerked from the sensation of her breath fanning her nether regions.

“That tickles.” Angel said trying to sidestep as far as she could from Michelle.

“First rule of tonight. Do not speak unless I ask you a question. Ok?” Michelle said.

“Ok, but what about….” Angel began.

“Second rule, the only thing you need to be worried about is moaning and enjoying the sensations I produce.” Michelle said.

“Ok, but…” Angel began.

“No butts.” Michelle said as she quickly pushed two fingers into Angel’s dripping pussy.

“Mmmm.” Angel moaned as she tried to rock back on Michelle’s fingers.

Before she could enjoy the sensation, Michelle had already removed her fingers.

“Lay down and behave.” Michelle said licking Angel’s juices her finger.

“This girl will be the deaf of me.” Michelle thought as she outwardly growled at Angel’s taste. Michelle then quickly disrobed and straddled Angel’s waist.

She began a gentle massage at Angel’s shoulders and neck. After Angel began to relax in her embrace, she began placing kisses along the right side of Angel’s neck.

Kisses turned to light flicks of her tongue, flicks turned to long licks and licks turned to gentle bites.

Angel moaned while Michelle lightly bite her neck. Michelle’s nails lightly scored her sides as she moved her hands down Angel’s body.

She moved both of her thighs to the outside of Angel’s waist as she moved her hands underneath Angel’s body.

She plucked and lightly pulled on Angel’s nipples. Angel wasn’t into nipple play unless it was hard enough for her to feel it.

The harder Michelle pulled the louder Angel moaned, but Michelle wasn’t satisfied. Instead of pulling Angel’s nipples she wanted to suck them.

Michelle took a deep breath to calm herself. She knew that as soon as she put Angel’s succulent breasts into her mouth she would lose all control.

Michelle moved her way to Angel’s ass. After placing two love bites on each that made Angel jump, she began spanking Angel.

At first she began spanking randomly so Angel wouldn’t expect it, but then she settled on a rhythm. Spank once slow on both sides, spank fast and hard four times.

Each time that Michelle’s hand came down, Angel let out a delicious moan. Michelle took a peek at Angel’s pussy, it was glistening even more than before.

From the looks of things it seemed as if Angel was thoroughly enjoying herself.

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I’d wanted a job I could walk to and as the money wasn’t that important i’d found this one easily enough. Then I’d been working for about six months when I’d been put on the late shift full time. This wasn’t an option for new starters as it was solo working and you had to know your way around the equipment and everything else first. Plus you had to be trusted to do the job properly without being supervised and to leave everything tidy for the poor fucker coming in on the early the following day. Lastly of course it didn’t suit the people with partners and families to get back to in the evening, but naturally that didn’t bother me.

My life was pretty simple by those days, reduced right down now to the cafe and my flat, although there had been a time when it had been a lot more complicated. I used to have to go to places and people had used to tell me things they thought were important, like I should eat more to keep my strength up, or I should maintain a positive attitude. Gradually they stopped saying things like that though and then gradually they stopped saying anything whatsoever and finally I didn’t have to go to see them at all, just pick up my little bag from the pharmacy once a fortnight. In the end that was their final and greatest lesson, it wasn’t as I had imagined one of the thousand things they had told me, but rather the secret stealthy message in the silence when they stopped.

Anyway this was perfect for me now, we were closed before the pubs started to kick out so I didn’t have to deal with rowdy drunks, and we were a bit off the beaten track,so the evening traffic was fairly slow generally and you got to know the regulars. Not their names that is, we’re still talking London here, but the bloke with the laptop bag, the lady with the beagle, the girl who can’t read, and suchlike. And it was the girl who can’t read who really intrigued me.

I’ll admit I can’t recall the first time she came in no matter how hard i’ve tried to do so. I know that the time I do remember first seeing her must probably have been her third visit though and she certainly stood out. She was dressed in some kind of greatcoat which looked more army surplus than it did high street label, its bulk concealing her so that all I could have told you about her figure at the time was that she must have been slender. Her hair was really curly, red, a bit long and chaotic, not affectedly windswept but genuinely tearaway. Her eyes were that very pale grey-blue which had always reminded me of woodsmoke until then, and her skin was dark, like terracotta or maybe teak.

So yes, she might have come in earlier in the day the first couple of times as I couldn’t bring them to mind, but I remember the third time she came in.

She pointed up to the menu on the wall and she said, “Number three please.”

Her accent was distinctive, southern England for sure but subtly unusual, maybe with a hint of the middle east, and with an old fashioned formality to it, each syllable carefully voiced. I set my casual musings and nosiness aside though, this was a professional relationship after all and third down on the list was a flat white. I asked the usual, big or small (big) eat in or take away (away) and served her the drink. She paid with a small pile of coins dumped onto the counter, quite a bit more than the coffee cost but when I tried to hand back her change she waved it away and I dropped it in the tip jar instead with thanks.

When I handed the paper cup over she was like a child, enthralled by it. She popped off the plastic lid, inhaled the steam, then took a tiny careful sip and the look of delight which came over her face made it seem she’d never had a coffee before. It really brought my attention to how much we take all these little things for granted.

Next time she came it was fourth down, mocha, and i’m sure you’re starting to see why I could figure out how many times she’d been in.

A few days later, fifth was cappuccino and then only a couple of days after that sixth was macchiato and I think she really didn’t like that because she then returned to mocha for five visits in a row. She’d always pay with coins, always a different amount and usually over the price, the difference going each time into the tip jar. A couple of times she was under, once laughably so, but I let the transactions go through without comment, reasoning that she was probably in credit overall, and anyway what the hell, she obviously got so much out of those coffees that I was happy to help her keep up with her exploration. I was quietly looking acıbadem escort forward to seeing what would happen when she made it past the coffees and reached our showpiece, the exhaustively detailed variations on the theme of hot chocolate listed below them.

While she was working through that handful of mocha visits I learned something else. I’d been wiping down the tables over by the window one evening when out of the edge of my eye i’d spotted that unmistakable shock of hair outside. There she was, sitting down on the pavement, leaning in the doorway of the boarded up shop next door and holding out an empty coffee cup to the people passing by. I returned to my post and a few minutes later the bell on the door rang and in she came, brandishing her motley collection of change and asking politely for another ‘Number four’.

I’d started to look forward to seeing her again as my regulars and the walk-ins came and went. Man with the laptop again, single mum, office cleaners on their way to work. One night a sweet little couple, all dressed up, obviously on their first date. They were too young to go to the pub so she’d brought him here for a fancy hot chocolate. It didn’t look like she had much money and when she came up the counter to buy drinks I threw in one of the cakes for free. I lied to her and told her we’d have to throw it away at the end of the evening anyway. I was allowing myself the occasional lie these days, though I’d have to pay for the cake. She took her treasure back to her boy at the table and they put their heads together and cooed over it as they divvied it up between them. I hope maybe it brought them a tiny bit closer, made things a little less awkward, steered them nearer to happiness.

Then every few days i’d look up when I heard the door chime and there she’d be. After a while it must have become obvious to her that I was looking out for her because she’d smile when she caught me looking across the room. It transformed her face that smile, dropped my defenses like they’d never been there at all, and that’s saying a lot with me.

I should have been worried I guess. I wasn’t really supposed to be making friends, that was part of the whole deal these days. But somehow it didn’t feel as if it was going to be a problem with her and I found myself just letting it slip slowly into being through conspiratorial smiles swapped shyly across the counter as we went through the otherwise unaltered ritual of our transactions.

A few days after that she reached the top of the chocolate section, and I was amply rewarded for my patience when her eyes widened at the first sip. Then of course she proceeded to torture me for a couple of weeks by ordering the same thing over and over again when I knew the hidden secrets of caramel and marshmallow and all the rest were still lurking in the lines below her.

One Tuesday brought a storm with the rain pouring down and lightning flickering. I’d gone over to enjoy the spectacle, take it all in, when I noticed her bedraggled figure crouched in the doorway, hair plastered to her head. What few passersby there were had their heads well down in hoods or umbrellas and weren’t paying her any attention. Looking at the state she was in she had been sitting there a while so I reached into my purse and stepped out into the rain. Walking quickly over to her I popped two pennies into her cup, gesturing back to the shop as I did so.

“Come on, or one of us is going to catch our death out here.”

She followed me in. I met her at the counter and she slid the pair of coins back over to me. Figuring she’d need some cheering up I broke with the pattern and took control. It would be a good moment to introduce the marshmallows, large mug too for sure, but still paying token respect to the ritual I asked.

“Drink in or take out?”

Together we looked over at the torrential downpour outside the window and I could see her starting to shake. It took me a moment to realise what was happening but gradually I heard the giggles start to escape her and the corners of my mouth turned up into a grin too.

“In then.”

This marked a major change in our relationship. I passed her pennies back over to her as she left that night and from then on we would just trade the coins back and forth as she arrived and left. And she would always drink in, perched on a stool at the counter where I could indulge in the tiny happiness of watching her enjoy her latest chocolate.

We talked. By unspoken agreement we steered away from the past, and the future. Mostly we spoke about the people we had met that day, my customers, her clients. I had the akbatı escort impression she might have worked in a hospital, she seemed to meet a lot of people who were old, or sick and to know a lot about them. She’d only ever have the one drink but she’d often stay around once she’d finished and help me to close up at the end of the night. I was glad of the company, and of the help, I didn’t have the energy now that i’d used to.

I took a lot of comfort in her presence, sometimes if it was busy we would barely talk all evening but it was just good to know she was there. And again, though part of me knew that alarm bells should have been ringing and that closeness was a luxury I couldn’t afford (I shouldn’t inflict) still this particular relationship remained uniquely comfortable, reassuring, safe, and in spite of my concerns I found myself still going along with it.

And one night when we were locking up I took the opportunity to make a pass at her, i’d not planned it out before, it was a spur of the moment thing. I’ll admit the idea had crossed my mind a couple of times but up to then i’d never seriously thought i’d do anything about it. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure she was even, you know, inclined. I had my suspicions though, I had seen her looking at me, the same way she must have seen me stealing glances at her, and I had thought I could see more in her manner than just friendship would indicate, something of a thirst, a hunger. So seeing the opening, and taking the chance, after the shutter was down and the key had rattled in its lock, instead of the usual casual goodbye I turned back to face her and stepped in close.

“Would you like to come back, to my place for a bit.”

There was no ambiguity in what I was asking (offering). Life, I had concluded, was too short now for that, and the formally camouflaged lure of a coffee would have been ridiculous between us wouldn’t it. She held my gaze seriously for a long time, reading me like a book and making no attempt to gain distance. Then, her decision made, her head dipped out to me, lips planting a tiny kiss on mine.

“I would.”

She took my hand and I led her through the quiet streets to my home.

When she shed her coat at the door I was surprised by the simplicity of her white linen dress, a dramatic contrast to the deep ruddy brown of her skin. Her figure was slight, delicate, almost a mirror image of my own. I found her more beautiful than I had imagined. I took her to bed.

Lifting off her dress in the low light of my room, as she held her arms up for me, there was nothing underneath but her. So just everything wonderful then, that’s all. And to me that night she was indeed full of wonders, small and lean, dark skinned and gorgeous. My mind, and my eyes, were drawn to the promise at the joining of her thighs but there was time enough, and I ran my hands down her sides, lowering my face to her chest to lick the soft smooth skin between her small breasts. She smelt of sandalwood and incense and she tasted like honey and salt.

Her hands found my top and suddenly shy I didn’t want to show myself to her after all, but she insisted, brushing my concerns away with her hands, and peeled it off over my head. There was not, as I had feared, expected really, the sharp intake of breath when she saw my scars, there was no pity in her eyes. Instead she stroked her fingers over me taking me all in, finding the places which pleased me. The skin she touched was still so sensitive, still sent those delightful shivers through me and she smiled happily when she felt the first of my shudders under her hands.

Urgently stripping off the remainder of my own clothes I lay on the bed and pulled her down to me. We kissed in earnest for the first time and when I sent my tongue probing into her mouth the flavour and the hot liquid slickness of her was a further promise of the deeper more intimate treasures yet to come. The pangs of delicious need being triggered between my legs were sending out flowing tendrils of energy into my stomach and down my legs.

My hands came to her breasts and I indulged in the sheer pleasure of holding them, luxuriating in the novelty of their weight, their exquisite softness. Her nipples, almost the same colour as the surrounding flesh were hard and needy and as I brushed over them with my palms I heard the hitch in her breath and her softly voiced sigh.

I moved to crouch down, kneeling between her legs and bought my mouth up, licking along the tenderest skin of her inner thigh, breathing deliberately deeply and warmly so that she could tell quite precisely where I was, close enough to aksaray escort feel the heat from her, to smell the intoxicating sour scent of her, and to feel the twitching of her muscles as she waited impatiently for me to worship her as I should. I lapped gently between her lips a couple of times, then drew back again curious to see how well her discipline held. It did, just, but I could see her trembling as she held herself still and I swear she purred, and these were my prizes.

Impatient myself now though I leant forward again to properly give her my devotion, her due. I nibbled at her lips and then licked carefully and slowly up between them, releasing the taste and the wetness of her into my mouth and carrying it up with me to the top where I found the raised pearl of her clit and nuzzled up each side of it, then narrowing the very tip of my tongue I rapidly flicked featherlight strokes down onto her.

Reaching a hand up and pointing two fingers I found her opening and sunk them inside, feeling her warmth enveloping me, revelling in this opportunity to give her that primal pleasure. I pushed them into her steadily and repeatedly, harder and harder at the conclusion of each thrust to her obvious enjoyment as she matched the rhythm and took me as deeply as she could. All the while I continued to lick and suck her, the smell and the taste making me drool so that I couldn’t be sure what of the wetness was her juices and what was mine. Far above me I could hear the high mewling sound she was now making and I kept on working it calculatedly toward its crescendo. Then when we finally got there I held myself completely still as she came, with my tongue relaxed now and rested over her, snuggling her softly in the most intimate manner possible as she trembled.

I wriggled up to join her, rubbing my cheek against hers, delighting in her dazed smile. We just held each other for a while, communicating with happy little noises instead of words.

Eventually though I felt her reaching down between us, fingers tracing over my belly and firing the nerves as they passed but pausing only briefly there, then stroking into my thin hair. It had never grown back as luxuriantly as it had once been but i’d always loved the sensation of a lover’s fingers combing through it, reaching further down in the tiniest of increments with every stroke, and magically she knew exactly how was best. I closed my eyes to slits and arched back moaning deeply when she finally found the top of me and nestled one finger there. Rocking my hips gently forward I pushed her hand against me begging her without words for more.

She moved down over me and leant in, then spent a long time licking through my pubic hair which she seemed to particularly enjoy, you’d hear no complaints from me. Eventually, reaching the top of my cunt for yet another time, she opened her mouth suddenly wide and took me into her. She peeled me open with the fingers of both hands and carefully, tantalisingly slowly she ate me, lapping me up so wonderfully over and over again, her attention to detail was an education. I could feel the pulling suction as her mouth planted onto me, her palms pressed hard down on my thighs holding me so wantonly open while she indulged in her feast. She took her time and I entirely lost track of mine as she kept on skillfully triggering more and more of those muscular sinuous waves of pleasure through my body.

Then when she was done and I was done too she held me and gathered me up in her arms. I was with her now and she was all encompassing, and imminent. I slept for a while. The last I remember of her that night she was dressing to leave for the final time, she had other work to do, poor thing. When she saw I was awake and watching her she stooped to kiss me gently on the forehead, then the lips before she went.

And of course and inevitably she walked in at her usual time again the following evening. It was good to see her, I had been having a bad day. The end of my shift found us sitting at the counter indulging together in her latest variation on the theme of chocolate. Uniquely today she’d had a second and I had decided to have the same as well. She looked up at the menu on the wall and sighed in frustration.

“I wanted to try all the things, get to the very bottom of the list.”

I knew how she felt, i’d wanted something like that for myself once too, a long time ago.

We’ll go to my place tonight though,” she went on. “I think it’s time.”

I slid the two coins back over to her as usual, ritual is important. Then we finished our drinks and tidied up, leaving everything ready for the early shift because it’s the right thing to do. I had to take a break part way through and she finished the rest up for me. After we had pulled the shutter down and had locked up behind us I posted the key, I wasn’t going to be needing it any more.

Then she took me by the hand again and we went off to her place, and of course it had been just around the corner all along.

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