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I was having a horrible day. My girlfriend of several months, Isabella, had gone out of town to go to a conference. Usually, that wouldn’t be a problem, but we had been having some issues as of late, and, for the past two weeks she had been texting another man. I had seen some of the texts over her shoulder and I had seen her sweet smile every time he text. It killed me to think something might be going on, but, alas, it’s what I thought.

I sat at home after she’d left, just thinking. The first night she was gone, there were no calls, no texts saying she made it there. I only had one plan of action, and I felt guilty, but I implemented it anyway. Several hours later, my buddy, whom I’d saved his ass a time or two called. He told me he had some pictures of Isabella with another man, a man who was speaking at the conference and he wanted to warn me before sending them my way. I agreed that I was certain they would be painful, but, I needed to see what was going on.

Pretty soon my phone beeped with Darin’s pics. There they were; Isabella and Jay, holding hands at the bar, kissing in the hallway, and going into the hotel room. I was broken-hearted. I quickly shut off my phone and lay on the couch. Here I was, a mid-30’s man, in a relationship with the woman of my dreams, and she was cheating on me. I broke down and cried. I must have fallen asleep because it was dark when there was a knock at the door.

I went to the door, and tried to throw my hair back into some semblance of order. I unlocked the door and opened it. I saw a small red car in the driveway and when I opened the glass door, around the corner I saw Isabella’s best friend Gillian. Gillian was huddled against the wall out fighting the wind.

I told Gillian hello and told her that Isabella was gone for the weekend. She told me she had forgotten until the moment I had opened the door. We both stood there for a moment, in awkward silence. Gillian asked me if I was okay, and commented that my eyes looked puffy.

I told her I had received some bad news and I had been upset when I fell asleep on the couch. Gillian asked if she could come in, and reluctantly, I stepped aside and let her in

She asked what was going on, and I told her that I wanted to say, but it involved Isabella, and knowing they were best friends, I didn’t want to ruin that. Gillian looked me in the eyes and stated “She’s cheating on you.” I dropped my head in shame. Even her best friend knew. What kind of fool I must look like.

Gillian grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. “I know what it’s like to be on this end of things, hon.” We held each other for a while, until it became uncomfortable. Not physically of course, but, tuzla escort well, it was going to be getting physically uncomfortable in the pants had we held on much longer.

I released her and smiled. I felt a bit better already.

“I have a suggestion if you don’t mind,” Gillian offered. “How about you go lay down and I give you a nice friendly massage to take your mind off things.”

I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I followed her to the bedroom, a room she was familiar with as she had been in our house often as a guest and friend. I went to lie on the bed and she stopped me. “Off with the shirt,” she said, “and don’t worry I’ve seen a man’s bare back before,” she joked with a smile.

I took off my shirt and I lay on the bed. As I was lying down, for the first time I had noticed Gillian’s body. She was wearing a low cut peach shirt with a white undershirt beneath it. Her cleavage was visible but wasn’t showing in a sexual way. Gillian was about 5’4″ and weighed 135-140lbs. A bit heavier than Isabella, but not in a bad way.

Gillian went into the bathroom and dug through the cabinets. She came out a few minutes later with some massage oil. I was already feeling quite relaxed when she stepped to the bed where I was laying. I closed my eyes and I felt the warmth of her touch as I melted below her hands. I slept.

I woke; I’m not sure if minutes or hours later. I was alone. I was on top of the covers, still face down. My pants had been pulled down a bit, around my ass, and the cool air felt good on my skin. My back felt great and my muscles had the relaxation they needed. I heard movement and I smelled a tinge of cigarette smoke.

Gillian was walking back into the bedroom; she’d just taken a smoke break apparently. As she walked up to the bed, I looked at my phone. It was already one in the morning. Gillian sat down beside me and asked if I felt better. I told her I did, which was the truth. I felt so much more relaxed than I had several hours earlier.

Gillian paused for a moment, and then with obvious trepidation, asked if she could sleep in my bed tonight. She quickly added that it was late and she just didn’t want to drive across town.

I thought for a moment. I thought of what Isabella was doing. I thought about what would happen if Gillian came on to me. Would I have the power to say no? In my weakened emotional state, I wasn’t sure if I could.

Gillian asked if I minded if she took her clothes off to sleep and I quickly suggested she grab a shirt of mine from the closet. The walk-in closet. I was hoping she would go in so I wouldn’t have to see her change. Yeah, I was ucuz escort curious, but, I didn’t need any extra help in the temptation department. She went in and was rifling around, so I quickly jumped up, opened my bedside drawer and pulled out an old pair of pajama bottoms which I threw on quickly.

Gillian came out of the closet and went to Isabella’s side of the bed. She slipped under the covers and I did as well. I stayed pointed away and soon, I felt her cuddle next to me. It definitely wasn’t Isabella, but, it was what I needed. I quickly fell asleep as her hand moved across my hip.

I woke up, and this time I was facing Gillian, but for a moment, probably due to sleep, I had forgotten who it was. My hand was on her hip as she faced away from me. My cock was throbbing as it threatened to tear out of my pants, its head nestled in the soft roundness of her ass. Before I realized it was Gillian, my hand snaked across her stomach and up her shirt, coming to rest against her naked breast. That’s when I realized who it was. Her breast was soft and large; nearly the same size as Isabella’s but, not quite as firm and round. I felt her nipple harden as my palm rested against it. Gillian pressed her hips back, moving her ass against my straining erection.

Before I knew what I was doing, I squeezed her breast and moved my hips forward. Gillian’s hand slipped back and dug roughly into my pants, reaching in and pulling hard at my cock. There was no fight from me and even though my mind was telling me no, my body was in complete defiance of my better thoughts. I felt her rip my pants down, freeing my hardness, pressing the tip against the soft thin fabric of her panties.

My hands tweaked her nipple, pulling it downward as she arched her back in pleasure. She moaned and spun around. She sat up and ripped my shirt off, throwing it aside. She reached down and pulled on my pajamas next, completely freeing me of any clothing. My cock was huge as it pointed right at her. I had not seen it so large in some time.

Gillian pushed me back, into the bed and climbed on me, pressing her breasts against my chest as her right hand pulled my cock to her warm center. Her eyes locked on mine and I felt her use my swollen head to move her panties aside. She sank her pussy, which was sloppily wet, all the way to the hilt in one stroke. Her pussy was hot, so very hot, and so very wet. It wasn’t shaved like Isabella’s. It wasn’t as perfect as Isabella’s in shape. It was nothing in comparison to Isabella’s tight pussy, but at that moment, all I felt was lust, and that’s all that mattered.

Gillian began slamming her hips against ümraniye escort mine. She wasn’t nearly as romantic in her grunts as what I was used to and she seemed to be fucking me with a fervor and anger to match my own. She sat up and pressed her clit against the top of my pubic mound. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, which were hanging down, her hard, light pink nipples pointed at mine.

Gillian started to moan as she rode me. My cock was driving deeper and deeper into her as she ground against me. I felt her pussy tighten and suddenly her breath caught. She screamed and started pounding her fists against my chest as she came. As her body seemed to be completely stiffened, I reached up and grabbed her hips and drove my hips as fast and hard as I could into her. Gillian continued to orgasm, her hands went back to mine, pulling herself along with my thrusts.

It wasn’t long before Gillian collapsed. As she did, I only pulled out enough to change my position where she was lying on her side. I straddled one leg and forced my cock in and out while she convulsed below me. It wasn’t long and my anger and frustration came to a head. I felt my cock begin to swell and I began to pull out. Gillian grabbed my hip and held me. “Cum in me, please” she begged. I pulled out for just a moment and stroked it while she watched. Her hand went down and began stroking her own clit. I knew I was going to cum imminently and I shoved my cock back into her wet pussy. I felt her body stiffen as her fingers pulled against her pussy and within three or four strokes, my cock swelled again and I felt her pussy lock down on me. I could no longer hold back and I shot stream after stream of cum deep inside Gillian while she screamed below me.

I collapsed after a few moments beside her, my cock still locked inside her. I could feel both of us pulsing as we lay together. I could feel the cum seeping out of her pussy around my cock, which was still surprisingly hard. My hand went back to her breast, as it did earlier, and I held her. I could only think of Isabella, but, at that moment, I also was glad Gillian was there. Soon, I fell asleep, my cock still in her pussy.

The next morning, I awoke, still cuddled against Gillian, my cock trapped between her ass cheeks. I looked down and for the first time noticed how her ass was shaped. I saw the tattoo above her ass, and I traced it lightly. I must have moved too much, because I felt her body stiffen and she rolled her face toward me. Gillian smiled.

At that moment, I felt the pain that I just cheated: that horrible, yet, awesome thrill. Gillian laid there, a smile on her face. “Isabella was so right about how you fuck,” she said. It made me feel good for some reason that Isabella had bragged about me, and even better that Gillian agreed. Gillian turned her body toward me, grabbed my stiffening cock and let me know the weekend was not over, but, also made me swear, the happenings this weekend would never leave that bedroom. I promised. Well, I did, until I wrote it down…

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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CHAPTER 1

The alarm rang at 6:30 a.m. and Becky Wilson rolled over in bed and stretched. It was mid-August but the weather had been pleasant most of the summer; no scorching heat waves. Nonetheless, she wanted to get an early start to her day to finish some chores around the outside of her house.

She was about six months into her single life. After 19 years of marriage, she had divorced her husband over his woman chasing. He was a handsome, confident, successful man who had made low seven figures in real estate. Despite being married to a pretty wife and enjoying a robust sex life, he couldn’t resist the lure of strange – waitresses, secretaries, a middle school assistant principal. Becky got fed up and filed the papers. It was an amicable parting and she was awarded the house they had built about five years previously. Located about 10 miles outside of town, on a couple of acres, it was about 1,000 yards off a two-lane road. They had wanted a country home and Becky loved it and was adjusting to living alone in a too-big house.

Her 40th birthday would come up in early December. Their only child, a son, had joined the Navy out of high school and was serving on an aircraft carrier. So, she wasn’t totally “alone” but she was beginning to yearn for the human touch.

Heading to the bathroom, she shrugged out of her sleep shirt and turned on the water for the walk-in shower. It had been built for two people, with shower heads on the facing walls. After shampooing her hair, she started soaping up her body. Becky was about 5-7 and weighed about 130. She was in good shape; she had a bit of a paunch, but she was far from fat. Her breasts were a full C-cup. As her hands soaped her mounds, she started to feel a tingle in her pussy. “Ah, hell,” she thought. “I’m horny. I haven’t gotten off in a few days.”

She quickly rinsed off and exited the shower. She dried off, wrapped her wet hair in a towel and headed back to her bed.

In the nightstand were a couple of dildos, a vibrator and some K-Y lubricant. She grabbed the vibrator and the lube, then her laptop.

She had recently started watching porn, mostly out of boredom but also curiosity. Most of the male-female porn didn’t do much for her – just a lot of position-changing fucking with energy but no real passion. She only enjoyed the end scene when the man’s hard cock would spurt its cum.

Lately she had started getting the most satisfaction watching lesbian videos. Often, they had story lines that were almost realistic plus there was lots of foreplay. And, she admitted, seeing two attractive females pleasing each other was starting to fire her sexual imagination. Becky propped up some pillows, laid down and placed the laptop next to her on the bed.

She had started collecting links to videos that made her hot. She clicked on one starring Brandi Love as a mother who is masturbating and catches her daughter (Halle Von) spying. Brandi is a blonde actress with an athletic body, double-D breasts and a sexy verbal style. Halle is also blonde, a classic California girl with smaller breasts and a slender body.

Becky applied some of the lube to her pussy and flicked on the vibrator. As the “mother” started eating her “daughter’s” pussy, Becky began to moan and thrust her hips as she moved the vibrator around and over her mound. Her free hand fondled her left breast, rolling the hard nipple bud.

The scene featuring the two blonde actresses was hella hot. Becky could feel her orgasm starting to build. Sometimes she liked to delay her gratification and masturbate for hours. Today she decided to have a quickie to take the edge off; maybe tonight I’ll have some “me time,” she thought.

After licking her daughter to an orgasm, Brandi positioned Halle on her back and then sat on her face. “I want you to put that little pink tongue of yours right on my pussy and lick me like I licked you.” Those words combined with the video put Becky over the edge. Her hips bucked, and she moved the vibrator to her clitoris. “MMMMMM, shiiitt. That’s good.”

She flicked off the vibrator and powered down her laptop. She didn’t put her toys back in the drawer. She got up, went back to the bathroom and warmed up a wash cloth to clean up the lubricant and juices on her crotch. She pulled the towel off her hair and then continued to towel dry it. She had been blessed with great brunette hair. It was thick but didn’t often tangle; a few brush strokes tamed what strands were out of control. Then, she gathered her hair at the back of her head with one hand and used a clasp to pin it up.

Becky slipped into a bra and pulled a light blue tank top over her head. She stepped into her panties, slipped on her blue jeans and sandals.

She went downstairs to the kitchen to start some coffee; she noticed it was a little after 7; she grinned, realizing she was getting a later start than intended but also that she had enjoyed her quick fun time. The image of the two actresses, their contrasting body styles, the taboo idea that they were şerifali escort playing mom and daughter was churning through her mind as she sipped her coffee and ate a couple of pieces of toast and jelly. For a few weeks now, she had been thinking about a lesbian encounter. She had a few friends her age and had wondered if they might have similar thoughts – or, even actually be putting those thoughts into action.

CHAPTER 2

Time to get busy. She swept the kitchen, hallway and den and dusted in those rooms. Then it was time to water her hanging baskets on the porch. As she stepped outside, she realized that today might be a bit hotter than other days, so she was glad to get this outside work done early. She filled her watering bucket at the tap on the east side of the house and then worked her way down the porch, watering each of the six baskets.

“Morning, ma’am.”

Becky gasped and let out a little yelp, dropping the metal bucket. Its rattle/clang on the porch sounded exceptionally loud.

The man had been hidden around the corner and stepped out when Becky reached the end of the porch. As he stepped toward her, she contemplated making a break for the front door; he seemed to read her mind and quickly hopped on the porch.

“W-w-ho are you,” she asked, her voice quavering and uncertain.

“I’m Jake. I broke out of the state pen last night and I am so fortunate that I found this place,” he said with a slight smile.

She noticed he was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and cargo shorts. And in his right hand was a large, gleaming knife.

“I ditched my prison jump suit and found these on a clothes line; folks in the country I guess still like to hang their clothes out. Hopefully, I was able to throw ’em off the trail for a few more hours.

“Let’s go inside where we can talk.” He waved the knife at her for emphasis.

Once inside, he closed the door.

“So, what’s your name?”

“B-b-becky.”

“Look, I know you’re scared. Don’t be. I promise I will not hurt you as long as you tell the truth and don’t fuck with me. Are you here alone?”

“Yes,” she answered in a barley-audible whisper.

“OK, so let’s have a look around.”

The tour started in the attached 3-car garage. “What’s this?” he asked, gesturing to the vehicle covered with a tarp.

“My son’s jeep. He’s in the Navy.” Becky’s Rav-4 was parked next to it. Jake noticed a coil of nylon rope hanging on the wall and grabbed it as he followed his host back inside.

Becky continued to lead him around the first floor and then upstairs, showing him her ex-husband’s study, two guest rooms and the main bedroom. As they entered there, Becky stopped in her tracks as she noticed the vibrator and lube she had left there earlier.

“Well, well,” he said with a chuckle, stepping past her to the bed. He picked up the vibrator and sniffed its business end. “Mmmmm. That’s lovely. Glad to know you’re keeping in practice.’

He dropped the vibrator back on the bed and turned to the night stand. He pulled open the top drawer to see her two dildos. He looked at her and smiled as she blushed a deep crimson.

There was a phone on the other night stand. He walked over and used the knife to cut the cord leading to the wall.

“Look, I’m starving,” he said. “I would be most appreciative if you could fix me something to eat.”

With the knife in his hands, his polite request was more of a command. He followed her down stairs to the kitchen where there was another land-line phone that he disabled.

“Cell phone?” he asked.

“It’s in my purse, right there on the counter.”

He pulled it out and switched it off.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat in a chair at the table. She started microwaving bacon and fixing scrambled eggs. She went about her work in silence.

“OK, Becky, let me tell you what’s going to happen. I’ve served 6 of 20 for bank robbery. When they catch me, I’ll never get parole and they might add to my sentence. I haven’t been with a woman since going in. All I’ve done is masturbate and fuck a few of the prison bitches up the ass.

“I love sex and I love women, the female body, doing things that make a woman so hot and excited she just wants to cum and keep cumming. All this time I’ve been without, I’ve had plenty of time to think about the kind of erotic things I want to try. After a long run of lousy luck, now I’m here with you. Again, I won’t hurt you unless you try something stupid. Remember, I have this.” He held up the knife.

She turned away from the stove. He was staring at her in a way that gave her goosebumps. And he had just finished telling her that she was to be his sexual play thing for as long as this ordeal lasted.

Becky placed the bacon and eggs on the table. “Sit down,” he said. She watched as he quickly gobbled the food until the plate was clean. “Thank you,” he said. “Much better.”

“So, what are you doing here by yourself? You single? Divorced?”

“Divorced,” Becky said quietly, glancing down at her hands folded in silivri escort her lap. “About six months now.”

“Well, your ex-husband is a fucking idiot.”

She glanced up and her guest was staring at her, but she quickly looked away as her face flushed. Other than the quiet hum of the AC and a few birds chirping outside the window, there was silence.

“Can I take your plate,” she asked. He nodded, and she did so, running water in the sink to let the dishes soak. He stood up and walked to the sink, picking up a dish towel. Using the knife to cut it at one end, he then split it length-wise and then knotted the two ends together.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.

She turned to him, fear in her eyes. “Noooooo. Please, don’t. Don’t tie me up.”

“Look, it’s better this way,” he said. “Besides, it’s one of my fantasies.”

He then grabbed her wrist and spun her, so her back was toward him. His free hand picked up the knife and waved it so she could see it. “Remember, just do like I say, and you won’t get hurt.”

Compliant, she put both hands behind her back and he used the towel to tie her hands.

Then, he turned her back around to face him. Her full breasts were thrust forward against her tank top. He could feel his heart beat increasing and his cock, which had been semi-hard since they had stepped inside the house, was now thickening and stiffening inside his shorts.

He flipped up the lever for the faucet and turned it to cold. He tested the water with his hand, then grabbed the sprayer attachment. He pointed it at her chest and sprayed her top, quickly soaking it.

“AAAHHHH, what … what the hell,” she said, jerking back a step or two and then looking down at her tank top plastered against her bra-encased tits. He just smiled. “Just a part of foreplay,” he said.

The crunch of tires on the gravel driveway suddenly interrupted the convict’s fun and games.

He grabbed the knife and put it under her chin. “Who the hell is that,” he said, showing some anger for the first time.

Becky’s mind returned to full function for the first time since her visitor had confronted her on the porch. She remembered that a freshman she had met at the local community college where she had been doing some volunteer work helping students get acclimated. Amy, who lived a few hours away and was staying at a dorm, had mentioned she would stop by “sometime in the morning” to get some help with career advice.

“I think it’s a girl, a freshman who’s starting at the local college,” Becky answered, fearful that the trap was about to lure in a new victim.

“Hmmmm, well ain’t that nice?”

A car door slammed and a few seconds later the doorbell rang.

He put his hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear. “Let’s go let her in. No tricks.”

He led Becky to the door and positioned her about 10 feet away from it.

A muffled voice came through the thick wooden door. “Mrs. Wilson, hi, it’s me Amy, from the college. I tried to call your cell, but you didn’t answer. Hope it’s OK …”

Jake opened the door and stepped back, so it concealed him from view. Amy walked in and then stopped in her tracks when she saw Becky standing there in her soaked shirt. The girl jumped in fright when the door slammed behind her. She turned and saw a man with a knife.

“Mrs. Wilson … Oh my God … what’s going on?” her voice rising and quivering. “Who is this guy?”

“Well, hello, my name’s Jake and I’m an escaped convict. For now, I’m here as a guest of Becky’s and we’re planning to spend as much time as possible fucking.”

The girl blushed and her eyelids fluttered. She turned to Becky. “Are your hands tied?” she asked. Becky nodded slightly. Amy felt a cold chill running down her spine.

“Look, as I told Becky, I’m not planning on hurting her and I don’t plan on hurting you, either. So, Amy – it’s Amy, right? – just be cooperative, do as I say, and you’ll get out of this with nothing more than getting fucked a couple of times. Fuckin’ never killed or hurt anyone as long as it’s done the right way. And I know what I’m doing.”

Amy was about 5-4 and slender. She had auburn hair; it was done in a pig tail that was poked through the back of her baseball cap. She wore a sleeveless blouse, shorts and sneakers. Jake’s mind was racing and his cock was hardening as he contemplated the opportunities that awaited him.

CHAPTER 3

“This way,” he said, motioning for both women to head toward the living room, which was just off the kitchen. On the way, he grabbed a kitchen chair. He placed it between a large couch and a recliner. “Amy, have a seat.”

He had also grabbed the nylon rope he had brought from the garage. He quickly tied Amy’s hands behind her and to the chair back, then tied her ankles to the chair legs.

“Please, mister … please just let me go,” she said, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

“Now, why would I want to do that? Besides, you want Becky to have all the fun?”

With that, he approached the older şirinevler escort woman and placed his knife on the coffee table. He reached up into her hair and undid the clasp that was pinning it up. It fell to her shoulders and he ran his fingers through it. Then, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head up and back. He started to kiss, lick and nibble all over her neck and up to her ears. Then, he walked behind her and reached around to fondle her breasts.

Amy watched but then closed her eyes. Still, she could hear Becky’s heavy breathing and Jake’s murmurs of satisfaction. She squirmed in the chair, uncomfortable that the situation was making her pussy tingle.

Jake molded and shaped Becky’s full breasts through the damp material of her tank top. Her nipples had been semi-hard since he had sprayed her and now she realized that they were hard, throbbing and at full attention. He used his thumbs to flick each nub.

Then he walked back in front of Becky. Her eyes were closed but her heavy breathing indicated that his breast play had been effective. Her tousled hair was partially obscuring her face.

Picking up the knife, he inserted the sharp tip in the neckline, making a small cut. He grabbed each strap and cut through the cloth, then grabbed the front of the garment and ripped it entirely open.

“GAAAAWDDD NOOOOO PLEASE,” Becky yelled, the sudden stripping bringing reality back into play.

The knife blade slipped between her bra cups, slicing through the small strip of material there. He used the tip to flick each cup away, exposing her mounds.

He put the knife back on the coffee table. “My God. Those are so beautiful. Perfectly formed. I love women’s bodies and when breasts are like yours, it just is sooooo right.”

His hands cupped each breast, raising them, testing their fullness and softness. Again, this thumb rubbed her nipples, but this time the contact was skin to skin. Lifting her left breast, he bent his mouth to capture the turgid nub of flesh. His tongue flicked over it, around it, whipping it in a sensuous manner.

Becky looked down at this stranger, this escaped convict, softly sucking and licking her breast. She tried to convince herself that it didn’t feel good, she didn’t want it to feel good. But she had to admit that he was accomplished. His lips and tongue were as gentle as they were insistent and controlling. She resisted the urge to arch her back and force her breast against his mouth.

After a few minutes, he broke free. Her nipple was shiny with his saliva. His right hand came up and he started toying with the slippery flesh bump as his mouth shifted to her other breast. Again, his oral stimulations were effective. A moan escaped her throat and Becky did arch her back forward, indicating her body wanted more.

Satisfied with that part of the foreplay, he stopped attending her breasts and his hands dropped to the waist of her jeans. He popped free the button and then the room was seemingly filled by the sound of the zipper. He pulled the jeans down off her hips until they bunched at her ankles. His fingers snagged the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. He then helped her sit on the couch, so he could completely remove the garments, pulling off her sandals at the same time. Only her bra hung from its straps, but its presence only accentuated her nudity.

Jake then stood, peeled off his shirt and dropped his drawers. His cock, a nice-sized 7-incher, stood arrow straight from his groin.

He sat down next to Becky, whose legs were clamped shut. He ran his hands up and down her smooth upper thighs, lightly teasing the flesh, then moving to her stomach and then down to her trimmed thatch of pubic hair. His index finger rubbed that spot a bit more insistently.

“Open your legs.”

She relaxed her legs slightly, allowing him some access to the top of her slit. His finger immediately started teasing her clit hood and then rubbed that nervy button when it emerged.

“AAAAhHHHhHHHHH,” she hissed, unable to resist the feeling. His finger alternated light, barely-there touches, with harder strokes of her clit.

His cock was throbbing. He got up, then helped Becky to her feet. He led her to the end of the couch, had her face it and then pushed her over so her waist was supported by the arm of the couch. She turned her head and tried to look back over her shoulder.

He pushed her legs apart and placed one hand on the small her back, holding her in place, the other hand gripping his cock.

“Don’t worry. This won’t take long.”

He knew that his cock was ready to explode and after his years of being deprived of pussy, this alluring woman’s cunt would provide almost instant relief. He positioned his cock head at the entrance of her vagina, felt that he had the proper aim and with one strong thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

“UGGGHHHHH AAAAWWWW GAAAAWDDDDD,” Becky cried. Her pussy was lubed but still the sudden intrusion of his cock felt as though he was much larger than he actually was. He let out a contented sigh at the feeling of a pussy gripping his rod and then he started to fuck her. He grabbed her hips and began to piston his cock. He felt goosebumps rising on his back. This was better than he had remembered, better than all his dreams and fantasies while being locked up. All the bad luck and shit he had gone through was being countered by his sudden good fortune in having not one, but two women, at his disposal.

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This is a tad shorter than the last instalment, but I had a few requests for more, so I banged this one out quick, so to speak. I had an idea to add an interactive touch – Anyone who has any ideas or requests concerning the direction they would like this story to go, email me, and if I see anything I like I might include it in the next chapter. Enjoy!

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Belinda awoke, clearing the cobwebs of sleep from her head. She must have drifted off… She turned her head to see Pete lying by her side, in his own blissful slumber. “Oh my god…” She thought to herself. Belinda had never done anything like that before – sure she’d shagged her share of guys, naturally, but all but one or two of them she had been dating, and the rest she knew for at least a few days before hopping into bed with them. There was just something about him…

Pete stirred, and opened his eyes…

Captivating. There was something about his stare, it sent shivers up her spine and sent her stomach crazy. She’d been in love before, but it was different. She didn’t even know this guy. Well. She knew one thing. Belinda smiled, half whispering “Hello stranger”, as she wrapped her legs around his. “Hi.” He replied, returning her sexy smile. HELLO. What was he doing to her? As soon as the smile adorned his face, her butterflies seemed to intensify three-fold. It felt like they were having a drunken-butterfly-stomach-toga-party in there. She almost giggled at her own analogy. Pete was staring into her eyes, the effect hypnotic. She couldn’t get over the effect he was having on her.

Belinda had driven to the marina to be alone. She hadn’t told Peter this, but she was seriously reconsidering her options tonight. Her last attempts at romance had lead to nothing but heartbreak, she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life at all at this point and on top of that, her housemate’s boyfriend was giving her the total shits. She was glad she was able to spend some time out of the house, and the şişli escort fantastic sex she’d just had didn’t hurt.

Peter gazed dreamily at her as she lay naked on his warm bed. She noticed that for the first time – she was uncovered, but totally comfortable. Pete must have turned a heater on while she was asleep. Belinda stretched, smiling wide, then rolled over to rest her head on his well-toned chest. Pete draped his arm around her, finding himself caressing her bare, perfect ass. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” Pete remarked. Belinda blushed. She felt complete, comfortable, secure. She giggled and rolled over onto her other side to hide her embarrassment at his words. Pete stared at the perfect waist, hips and ass in front of him. He looked at the clock. 1 AM. It was going to be a long morning.

Pete ran his hand along Belinda’s thigh, causing her to sigh and shiver slightly as she lay stretched out on her side. She closed her eyes as his hand explored her thighs and ass. She was getting so hot already… Belinda parted her legs slightly, almost unconsciously, giving him access to her inner thighs, which he proceeded to brush lightly with his fingertips. Pete ran his hands higher and higher, until his fingers contacted the warm, damp, soft folds of her pussy. Pete slipped his finger between her thighs, reaching her tender clit and working it with his fingertip.

Belinda grabbed a hold of the bed head railing as his finger set her on fire, bringing her to orgasm almost immediately. His touch was unique and expert as he manipulated her erogenous zones, her orgasm coming on strong and fast. As Belinda went over the edge and was consumed by her orgasm, Pete slid his index finger deep inside her. Belinda bent at the waist, her whole body convulsing from this sudden assault on her vagina. “FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!” Belinda breathed as her orgasm took her to wonderful places. Pete by now had a raging hard-on. taksim escort As she came down again, Pete moved his hips closer, taking his had cock in his hand and placing the head on her wet opening.

‘Fuck!!’ Thought Belinda. She’d just come down from another amazing trip to euphoria, only to feel his cock between her legs. She wanted him so bad, opening her legs wide now and sticking out her ass to provide him better access to her damp slit. She felt him apply pressure and groaned as he started to enter her. She was already soaking wet, so he didn’t have much trouble penetrating her at all. As she felt herself filled with his cock, she twisted her torso and looked into his eyes, brushing his face, as she revelled in the pleasures he was sending her.

Peter lifted her left leg, and passed his over the leg still below him, arranging their bodies into a kind of scissors arrangement. Belinda had never tried this before, but she trusted him. As soon as Pete had gotten positioning sorted out, he began to thrust again. Belinda’s eyes opened wide, as did her mouth, at the sensations she was experiencing. She had never tried this particular arrangement before, but now she wished she had! She brushed his face lightly with the back of her hand and then lay back, relaxed, and let the orgasms roll.

Pete thrust his cock slowly in and out of his beautiful partner, her contorted face and quiet feminine moans spurring him on. His strokes were deep and controlled and, using his pelvic muscles to their maximum potential, he was able to keep her in a constant state of nirvana.

Belinda was barely conscious now. Pete’s efforts were completely consuming her, her vagina contracting around his throbbing cock, almost bringing him over the edge. “I want you to come for me.. AHH” She managed to speak. Pete pulled out of her, flipping her almost limp form over onto her knees, Belinda complying wholeheartedly, realising topkapı escort what he had in mind.

Peter grabbed his cock in his hand, placing it between her thighs and sliding it into her wet gash, grabbing her hips and began to fuck her… first in long slow strokes, then steadily quickening his pace, gaining alarming speed. Belinda didn’t know what it was about his cock… whether it was the shape, the size (which wasn’t massive at all, in fact it was rather average) or maybe some other attribute… all she knew is that she had to scream now. So she did. “OH MY GOD… OOOHHHH OHHHH FUUUUCCKKKKKKKKKKK PEEETTEEERRRRR”. This was enough for Pete, and he groaned loudly himself as he lost his load in her, cumming inside her wet, clenching snatch. The couple came together, feeling a connection neither had ever experienced before as their climaxes fed off one another. Their orgasms overtook their bodies, taking them to places neither of them had ever dreamed existed. Pete’s vision went white, Belinda’s face was crammed into a pillow to stop herself from breaking windows with her orgasmic scream. Finally their climax began to ebb, and they slowed down, Peter eventually slumping over her, as she sunk into the mattress beneath him.

As soon as he was able, Pete rolled off Belinda’s back, allowing her to breathe much more freely and offering him more comfort than her shoulder blades as a pillow. Belinda rolled over onto her back and panted. “Fuccckk!” she exclaimed. “I believe that’s the word for it.” Replied Peter jovially. He turned to look at her.

She was absolutely perfect… The way her blonde hair framed her perfect face. The way her red lips glistened invitingly. The way her blue eyes threatened to pierce his very soul, claiming him forever. The way her breasts sat perfectly on her chest. Her curves. Her smile. Her light-hearted manner. Why was this girl with him? Surely there must be better men available for a woman of her calibre. Pete shrugged these notions off as he leaned in to kiss her. All he knew was that she had chosen him. And she seemed to be enjoying her choice.

The couple drifted into blissful sleep in one another’s arms, forgetting the troubles of the world for a while. What tomorrow faced was irrelevant – they both knew that they had found something wonderful.

(To Be Continued)

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The knock at the back door could only mean one thing. Mark was here. I’ve known Mark since grade school. His family moved away during high school, and we pretty much lost contact, but since he moved back into town several years ago, we hang out pretty regularly again. He was the only person that would walk around the deck to the back door and knock.

Sure enough, as I got to the top of the steps from my basement where I had just tossed my clothes into the dryer from the washer, I could see him standing right outside the glass door. He was bouncing from foot to foot, case of beer in one hand, butcher-paper-wrapped package in the other, silly grin across his face. He usually came over to grill and drink. Mark did a lot of drinking, too much really.

He was talking as I opened the door.

“Hey man, got some super thick ribeyes! Debbie home?” he asked stepping into my kitchen and laying the steaks on the table.

“No, tonight is her running club, so she goes straight there from work. Won’t be home for a few hours,” I replied as I closed the door behind him.

“Bummer. I got a steak for her too,” Mark said as he opened the case of beer and handed me a super-cold can.

“Toss some of those beers in the ‘fridge. I’m gonna fire up the grill,” I said as I headed back out onto the deck toward the grill.

Mark joined me in a few minutes, cigarette in one hand, steaks on a plate in the other. He’s been to my house so many times, he knows where everything is, and pretty much has the run of the place.

“I did a 50-50 salt and pepper thing on ’em,” he said as he handed me the plate of three steaks. I sat the plate down as I waited for the grill thermometer to peg at its highest setting. We always grilled our steaks on the hottest grill we could get.

We ate the steaks outside since it was a beautiful, warm evening. Having the kind of conversations you can only have with somebody you’ve known your entire life, and each going through five or so cans of ice-cold brews. We were feeling pretty good, and as usual, the conversation drifted to sexual themes.

Mark was single, had never been married, and had a hard time keeping a girl longer than several months. Maybe that was why he was something of a porn connoisseur. He often brought me a DVD that I “had to watch”, or more often lately, showed me something on his laptop. Mark suddenly jumped up from his chair, nearly shouting.

“Dude! You have to see this! Be right back!” And off he ran toward the front of the house where he had parked. I shook my head, laughed a little, and took a long drink of my beer while I wondered what it would be this time.

Soon enough, Mark reappeared with open laptop in hand, squinting at the screen and poking at the keyboard with one finger. He plopped into the chair next to me, watching his screen intently.

“I’m in love with this chick,” he said laughing. “She looks exactly like Alyssa Milano.”

Music came from his laptop, and I could see a movie begin playing with a white convertible car driving up a winding road, but the glare off the screen made it tough to see very well.

“We should go inside if you want me to actually be able to see anything,” I told him.

“Oooh! Can we put it on the big screen?” he asked excitedly.

“Sure, even better,” I answered as we headed into the house.

We ran his laptop into my TV, and started watching again, but on the 72″ screen inside, things looked much better.

The movie was a newer porn, which was good because Mark often brought older vintage stuff. Sometimes, that stuff was ok, but I had a hard time getting past the bad hair and dated look to them. This one was obviously made within the last five years or so. He was right about the lead girl. She really was a dead-ringer for Alyssa Milano. We’ve both fantasized about her for years, and frequently talk about it.

The story was about a husband and wife, their boring sex life, and how they spiced it up by bringing each other’s wildest fantasies to life. There was an early scene of the couple getting it on in that white convertible I mentioned, then a scene where they picked up a woman at a bar and took her home for a threesome with lots of girl-on-girl action.

Now, the couple was at home having dinner with one of the husband’s male co-workers that the wife had confessed to having fantasies about. The conversation at their table was getting more and more openly sexual, and you could see where things were about to go. The Alyssa Milano look-alike was wearing a super tight short dress, and flirting heavily with the husband’s co-worker. I had about half a hard-on watching her and anticipating what was coming.

Just then my front door opened, and in walked my wife, Debbie.

“I could smell grilled meat as soon as I got out of the car. Did you save me any?” she asked as she walked in.

Mark was sitting up straighter on the couch and kind of scooting around, probably trying to reposition the half chub that he likely had from the movie just as I was.

“Oh, beylikdüzü escort good lord, what are you two watching?” she asked, as she noticed the movie.

We looked from her back to the screen just in time to see our girl place her bare foot into the crotch of the husband’s co-worker and start working the bulge in his pants with her perfectly-painted red toes.

“Doesn’t she look exactly like Alyssa Milano?” Mark asked.

“Shouldn’t you be running right now?” I asked.

“We cut it short tonight. Everybody else had things to do. Lisa had a birthday party to get to. Am I bothering you two?” she asked playfully as she walked in front of me, stood with her hands on her hips, leaned over, and gave me a kiss.

I was already horny from the movie, so seeing Debbie standing there like that, in her skin-tight running shorts and sports bra, and then getting a nice view down her cleavage when she bent over to kiss me, really got my attention. I didn’t hurt that I knew Mark was loving the view too.

She then dropped onto the couch between Mark and me, and took off her shoes and socks.

“I could use some of that”, she said, eyeing my beer.

Before I could even react I heard the unmistakable sound of a fresh can being opened, and saw Mark’s hand with a beer in it right in front of Debbie’s face. I guess he had one in reserve over there.

“Why thank you, Mark. Oooh, that is super cold too,” she said, taking a sip and then holding the cold can against her forehead.

She leaned further back into the couch, and threw her right leg over my left leg.

“She does look just like Alyssa Milano, you’re right”, she said staring at the TV.

I think both Mark and I had kind of forgotten about the movie and were paying a lot more attention to the live woman right between us, as we both had to turn our heads back to the TV to see what Debbie was talking about. The girl was now on her knees in front of the husband’s co-worker undoing his pants.

Debbie held the cold can against her chest, condensation rolling slowly down the can, and dripping between her breasts. She had her head thrown back on the couch with her eyes closed.

“Oh, that feels good,” she purred.

I licked my lips, and could feel my cock growing. I glanced away from the stream of liquid rolling between her tits and over to Mark, and saw that he, too, was mesmerized watching water roll down Debbie’s chest. Debbie lifted her head and opened her eyes, and Mark and I both quickly looked back to the TV. The husband was now standing behind his wife, watching her suck his co-worker’s dick.

We all watched quietly as the onscreen action heated up. She was deep-throating the guy now, and her husband had dropped his pants and was now stroking himself.

Debbie’s right leg was still dangling over my left as she took another long drink from her beer. She then lowered the can with her right hand right to my crotch and pushed the cold can against my pants and now-hard cock.

“Woah! That’s cold!” I shouted as I reflexively pulled away.

Debbie laughed and said she thought I could use a little cooling off as things felt kind of over-heated down there.

My jumping back had caused her to take her leg off of mine, and now she turned on the couch to lie across my lap, her left foot up on the couch and her right on the floor. She sat up a little to down the rest of her beer, then turned and kissed me deeply, with lots of tongue and little moans. She stopped, and looked at me with those mischievous eyes. She then glanced over at Mark, giggled at him staring at us, and asked him, “Which show is better? Ours or theirs?” nodding her head toward the TV.

“Live shows are always better,” Mark answered.

Debbie playfully kicked Mark’s right outer thigh with her right foot.

“Oh, watch your silly video you perv,” she laughed, turning back to me for another long, deep kiss.

I couldn’t help but notice that after kicking Mark she laid her right leg down across his lap and that he was now holding her right foot in his left hand while rubbing her bare right calf with his right. Debbie slipped her right hand under my shirt and up to my left nipple. She circled it a couple of times with her finger, and then pinched it rather hard between her finger and thumb.

My nipples are super-sensitive and once she starts touching them I just lose myself in the sensation. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the couch as Debbie moved her left hand to my right nipple while still squeezing and teasing my left with her other hand.

Suddenly, Debbie jerked, giggled, and said “That tickles!” I opened my eyes and followed Debbie’s eyes to see that Mark now had her right foot in both hands.

“Sorry,” Mark said sheepishly, dropping Debbie’s foot in his lap and putting his hands behind his head.

Debbie turned back to me, moving in close for another kiss, and said quietly in Mark’s direction, “Rubbing is nice, just don’t tickle.”

Mark’s beyoğlu escort hands moved faster than I think I’ve ever seen them move, back to Debbie’s foot to start gently rubbing it. Debbie let out a soft moan, and said, “That’s better,” and melted into me for another long, sensual kiss, and more playing with my nipples. I cupped her left breast with my right hand, leaving my left hand on her right hip, and I could feel her hard nipple pushing through the thin material of the sports bra. I moved my right hand up and then slipped two fingers down the front of her sports bra to roll her left nipple between them. Man, was that nipple hard! Debbie was obviously very turned on. Mark couldn’t see what I was doing as Debbie was pressed up against me and my hand was hidden from his view. Still, I expected Debbie to pull my hand away, or pull herself away, and tell me to stop, but instead she moved her shoulders from side to side brushing both hard nipples against my chest, moaning softly as I continued to play with her nipple.

Debbie had worked my shirt up to expose my chest and now she moved her head toward my left nipple, gave it a quick lick and nibble, and then pushed up on my shirt with both hands. I obliged by lifting my arms, and she pulled my shirt up and off. She then dived into my left nipple with her mouth, and drove my right nipple crazy with her left hand. My hands were in my lap and Debbie began gently swinging her tits back and forth against my thumbs as she sucked on me. I slipped both hands down inside the top of her sports bra, cupping both tits, and then started rubbing both nipples with my fingers. Debbie pulled away from my chest, sucking in air in a quick gasp when I squeezed both of her nipples, then let out a long, slow sigh. My hands had come out of her bra when she pulled away, and now she sat up straight, facing Mark, and pulling her long hair back with both hands. I was sure Mark had noticed what I had been doing.

She looked incredible sitting there, with her arms behind her head holding her hair, both of her feet in Mark’s lap, with that dreamy look in her eyes that she gets when she’s really horny. Mark was rubbing both of her feet with his hands. Debbie turned her head to look at the TV. I don’t think any of us had noticed what was going on in the movie for some time. The woman was now on all fours on the floor, giving head to her husband, while the co-worker fucked her from behind.

We watched again quietly for a few minutes. I expected Debbie to stand up, head off to bed, and tell us to enjoy the movie. Just like she had several times in the past. But I could also sense something different this time. Debbie was horny, a little drunk, and the way she kept looking at me told me that she was up to something. Debbie turned away from the TV to look at me, I looked back at her, smiled, scratched her back with my right hand, and gave her left knee a little squeeze with my left hand. All the while, wondering where this was going. If anywhere.

Debbie loves when I scratch her back. She arched her back, threw her head back, and let out a long, deep moan. Damn she looked so hot. When she arched her back her tits pointed out and up and those nipples looked like they were about to push right through the fabric of her sports bra. I glanced at Mark, and his gaze was fixated on Debbie’s tits as he continued rubbing her feet and now rolling her toes between his fingers. I knew Mark was imagining rolling Debbie’s nipples between his fingers just the way he was her toes.

As I continued to scratch her back, Debbie kind of crossed her legs, moving her right leg out of Mark’s hand and up onto his chest. She started feeling over his shirt for his left nipple with the big toe of her right foot.

“Oh, my…” came out of Mark’s mouth quietly as he laid his head back on the couch. Debbie turned to me, smiled, and bit her lower lip as she moved her right foot to try to pull Mark’s shirt up to expose his chest, keeping her eyes on me. I let her know I liked what she was doing with a smile and another passionate kiss.

Debbie managed to free Mark’s shirt from his pants and get her foot under it and up to his nipple. Mark was clearly enjoying this. I moved my left hand from Debbie’s knee to her tits and alternated from hard nipple to hard nipple through her sports bra.

“Get that shirt off,” Debbie commanded Mark. He was quick to obey, and Debbie slipped her sports bra off and over her head even quicker. By the time Mark’s head came out from under his shirt as he pulled it off, Debbie’s bare breasts were already out to greet him. He had never seen Debbie in anything less than shorts and a sports bra. He had talked to me about how he’d like to many times, but never had a chance, until now, and he was clearly enjoying it.

“How long’s it been since you’ve seen real live tits?” Debbie teasingly asked Mark, who was still staring at her tits, mouth open.

“Huh? Oh. A while. Too long. Oh god they’re gorgeous.” We all had a laugh at that together. I almost bizimkent escort felt sorry for Mark, he had to be super horny.

“Can I touch one?” Mark asked. We laughed again.

Debbie swung her legs out of Mark’s lap, and onto the floor, sitting on the couch between us again. It was such a turn on seeing her topless in front of another man. My hard-on was raging.

“OK,” Debbie looked at Mark and said, “But just one.”

“Really?” Mark asked, surprised and hopeful, looking at me, not Debbie.

“Hey! Why are you looking at him? They’re MY tits, not his. If I say you can touch one. You can touch one. I know you’ve wanted to for a long time, and I’m sure you’ve forgotten what a real nipple even feels like. So, go ahead. Touch it.”

Mark reached over with his left hand, his first finger pointing, and ever-so-slowly moving toward Debbie’s left tit. Debbie giggled with anticipation, and bounced her knees like an excited teenager. My heart was racing, I felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest. I watched as the distance between Mark’s finger and Debbie’s nipple got smaller and smaller. I had fantasized about something like this for years, but never really knew how it would feel to see another man touch my wife.

Finally, his finger made contact. Debbie gave a little moan. I felt like the top of my head was going to come off. This was so hot. Mark kept his finger on the end of her nipple, motionless. Debbie just looked him straight in the eyes. He looked back at her and started moving his finger in a little circle around her rock-hard nipple. Debbie moaned deeply and let herself sink back into the couch, closing her eyes. Mark now had his whole hand covering her breast, and he squeezed it tightly, eliciting another long moan from Debbie.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?” Debbie asked dreamily. “Isn’t that better than a movie?” she continued, opening her eyes to look at Mark. , “Oh, fuck yeah. Way better. So fucking nice. I love your tits. I always have.” Mark was in ecstasy. I was too, to be honest.

Debbie laughed, closed her eyes again, and laid her head back on the couch, enjoying Mark’s continuing attention. She opened her right eye, looked at me, and asked, “You just gonna sit there? I have two you know.”

I chuckled a little, and grabbed her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently between them. Debbie let out a super sexy sigh, raised her knees and rubbed her thighs together excitedly. I licked my finger, wetting it well, and ran it over her nipple. Mark followed my lead, doing the same thing to her left nipple. Her nipples looked fabulous, hard and wet.

“Oh my God, I’m in heaven,” Debbie moaned. I thought I was going to cum right there and then. Hearing her say that turned me on in a way that I’ve never felt.

I bent over to take her nipple into my mouth then. Again, Mark was right behind, and started hungrily sucking on her other nipple. Debbie let out a squeal and squirmed on the couch, sinking deeper into the cushions. I noticed Mark moaning as he was licking and sucking Debbie’s other nipple, and realized that I was moaning too. Damn, this was fun.

I slid my right hand up Debbie’s leg, over her knee, along her inner thigh to her tight running shorts, then into her hot crotch. I mean she was steaming hot. As soon as my hand cupped her crotch, Debbie lifted her hips to grind against my hand. I dropped my hand to the couch and grabbed onto it, as Debbie started grinding her hot pussy against my wrist and forearm. I could feel moisture through the fabric of her shorts.

I was still sucking on her right nipple, and Mark was working on her left, when I felt Debbie’s right hand firmly grab my rock-hard cock through my pants and squeeze. Mark let out a loud groan, which caused me to open my eyes, and turn my head away from Debbie’s tit to see that her left arm disappeared between her and Mark. The position of her arm, and Mark’s groan made it obvious that she had squeezed two cocks at once. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Debbie started rubbing her hand up and down the length of my cock outside my pants, and I knew she was doing the same thing to Mark with her other hand. Meanwhile, she was grinding her crotch against my right arm more furiously than ever, lifting her hips and back off the couch, and letting out the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Mark and I were both rabidly sucking and nibbling her tits. Suddenly Debbie sucked in a loud, quick breath, and at the same time I felt a hand come between her crotch and my arm. Mark had run his left hand into her shorts and was fingering her. Debbie stopped rubbing my cock and wrapped her right arm around my left. I sat up, to see her left arm wrapped around Mark’s right arm. She was holding herself up off the couch, using us as leverage, and pumping her hips against Mark’s left hand.

I worked my right hand into her shorts and pulled down. They were really tight, but started to slide off her right hip. Mark stopped finger-fucking her and hooked his left thumb over her waistband and together we pulled her shorts and thong past her knees where they then fell to her ankles. Debbie kicked both pieces of clothing from her ankle, and spread her knees wide. It was so sexy to see her so open and exposed with another guy right there enjoying the beautiful view with me.

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The lobby of Heavenly Massage Parlor was a cramped square room. Paintings of smiling girls in skimpy outfits riding clouds decorated the walls. There were two easy chairs, a desk, a small color TV, a radio, and a frayed silver sofa. Ashtrays sat on the desk and atop the TV. “Sabrina” (as Debbie had been christened the day before) sat on the sofa and opened up Delores Claiborne. She soon shut it and tried watching the VH1 video with the other masseuses.

Debbie thought back to the previous morning when she had been interviewed and hired. The owner of Heavenly was a bone-thin bald man named Larry McNab. He had been adamant in saying there were certain rules that his “masseuses” had to follow and one was that they all wear a bodysuit. That was Debbie’s first letdown: she thought a fat girl would look better in a skirt. Larry (“call me Larry,” he admonished) supplied Debbie with a cast-off when she said she didn’t own a bodysuit. She was pleased to find that it fit and took that as a good omen: it must mean other fat girls have worked here.

The garment that now stretched over Debbie was a pale pink number decorated with tiny red hearts. But she worried that it only accented her blubber. SometimesButterball almost seemed like her real name.

Debbie Wilcox tried to look at the positive side. She had large brown eyes and her black hair was thick, naturally wavy, and hung down to her hips.

But her face was covered with pimples! Layers of Clearasil couldn’t hide it. Maybe, she told herself, there was a bright side to that, too. She was always being asked to show ID to prove she was over eighteen. Men who go to . . . these places . . . like them young, Debbie had heard. So maybe the zits would be a help.

She lit a Virginia Slim and eyed the three other women as nervously as if she were peeping into someone else’s house. One was a strawberry-blond in her mid-twenties wearing a blue bodysuit and knee-high white boots. Another was a large-breasted Goth-style girl about Debbie’s age with black hair, lipstick, fingernails, and bodysuit. There was also a dark-skinned pretty lady whom Debbie believed must be at least forty years whose bodysuit was an ugly shade of gray.

The thought kept repeating in Debbie’s head: these women are prostitutes. PROS-ti-tutes. Hookers. Whores. They . . . these three women . . . the women sitting here and now right by Debbie . . . have sex with man after man . . . with perfect strangers . . . for money.

God, Debbie shuddered as she exhaled, how could she ever be one of them?

Maybe she wouldn’t even get the chance to find out, she thought glumly. She was sick at the thought of doing it with ugly old men.

But she was also sick at the thought of not doing it and going home with no cash. Something was wrong with Debbie Wilcox; she just couldn’t make a living. When she drove past the dirty, homeless people her stomach tied up in knots: I could be one of them.

And soon!

Debbie owed the city of Los Angeles $100 for running a red light. Her phone had been cut off. She hadn’t paid the utility bill and they had sent the second cut-off notice. There was enough Spam to last a few days . . . and she had potato chips and beer. Also a moon pie . . . no, she remembered, she ate the last moon pie this morning.

She couldn’t ask Mom for more money because Mom and Dale (Mom’s new husband) had paid for her last month’s rent.

One thing about being a whore — however low it was, she’d been relieved when Larry didn’t make her fill out a job application form. She hadn’t had to lie again and say this was her first job because she’d been living with her parents or taking care of a sick brother or some bullshit. Which is what you have to say when all you’ve done since high school is get fired.

Her last job had been in a 7-eleven as a cashier. She worked there for awhile, then got fired for being too slow. Before that she worked the cash register at a fast-food joint but then quit because tesettürlü escort . . . oh yeah . . . she’d gotten sick and the supervisor yelled at her the next day right in front of everyone so Debbie said the hell with it. Before that she’d worked cash register at another fast-food thing and got fired on her third day for being too slow. Before that she’d waited table at La Guerre and was fired for — what else? She just couldn’t speed up no matter how hard she tried.

In this awful place, Debbie thought, she at least wouldn’t have to hear hurry up, hurry up. If she got fired from Heavenly, she thought, it would be for a new reason.

She had thought about prostitution while driving from place to place using up gas and filling out forms. Pros-ti-tu-tion–when people said the word, when Debbie herself said it, it was the way you say murderer. Not as bad, of course, but it meant evil and sick and abnormal.

Bells jangled. The first customer! A young, slim, handsome Oriental with shoulder-length hair wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans.

“Ladies!” one of the masseuses shouted and they gathered in a line in front of the man.

The guy looked at each of the women. Debbie’s stomach made a light lurch. She smiled and jutted her chest out thinking as hard as she could, please!

He picked the strawberry-blonde.

Debbie sat down, dejected as the pair went to the darkness of one of the massage rooms. Also puzzled. A young good-looking guy . . . why doesn’t he have a girlfriend?

The next customer looked more like what a prostitute’s customer should look: a bespectacled balding pinhead in a business suit. Debbie grinned at him, hoping her urgency would somehow reach him. ‘I’ll do anything for you, honey! I’ll take less money, I’ll do more for you, just pick me, pick me!’ she thought as hard as she could.

He picked the older lady in gray. Debbie didn’t seem to have any ESP at all.

A few minutes later, he left and bells jangled again.

“What?” Debbie asked.

“He didn’t take a massage,” the lady replied. “Just looked at the prices and split.”

“Oh.”

Debbie tried to read but even Steven King couldn’t get her mind off money. God, she thought, her driver’s license wouldn’t get suspended if she couldn’t pay a ticket — would it?

She was so fat. That had to be it. But then again, she thought, perhaps the men could tell somehow that she wasn’t a real prostitute.

“Sabrina?”

“Sabrina?”

“Sabrina?” Someone touched Debbie’s arm.

“Yeah?” She looked up from her book.

“You’ve got to remember that name,” said the strawberry-blonde.

Sabrina. Sabrina. Debbie’s name was Sabrina.

“What’s yours?” Sabrina asked. She noticed that the woman’s make-up wasn’t particularly heavy but then a lot of hookers you see on the tube look like normal women.

“Mine is Anna.”

“Is . . . uh . . . is that your real name?”

Anna laughed. Sabrina felt her face warm. “Of course not. Nobody uses their real names here.”

Debbie – Sabrina — looked down at her hands. “Anna” sounded so ordinary compared to “Sabrina” — it wasn’t that dumb of a question.

“Is that a good book?” Anna asked pleasantly.

“It probably will be,” Sabrina replied. “It’s Stephen King. I just started it.” She looked at Anna with a weird feeling: this is a PROS-ti-tute.

“I love to read but I can’t read in this motherfucker,” Anna confided. “So many interruptions and you’re always waiting for a massage. I can’t concentrate.”

“Yeah.” Debbie never said M.F. — that is too bad of a word. She didn’t even say “fucker” that much.

“Don’t worry, Sabrina,” Anna continued, “We all have our slow days. The good ones make up for it.”

“I’ve never done this kind of work before,” Sabrina said, then wished she hadn’t.

“It has its ups and downs,” the older lady interjected. “I’m Jackie. Don’t look türbanlı escort so worried. One asshole tips good and you go home fine. Sabrina, your fortune will walk in any minute now.” She made an encouraging gesture with a dwindling cigarette.

“Is there anything to eat here?” Sabrina asked, her stomach fiercely whining.

“Oh, yeah,” Jackie replied, “right back here, see.” The masseuse went to a door at the back. It opened into a closet that housed a vending machine.

Debbie/Sabrina dug change out of her purse and bought a moon pie. She had taken one bite out of it when the bells jangled.

A short, middle-aged Mexican in a business suit. The women sprang up.

“How does this thing work?” he asked.

“You just pick a lady,” the Goth-girl explained. “Whoever you pick will take you back into one of the rooms and show you the prices and explain our services. And you are under no obligation to stay.”

The man looked from one to the other. He rubbed his chin and shifted his weight from one foot to another. “Decisions, decisions,” he said with a self-conscious smile. For an enormous minute he stared at Jackie.

Suddenly he pointed at Sabrina.

Thank God! As she led him back to one of the massage rooms she glanced at Jackie who winked. My fortune, Deb-Sabrina thought.

The guy stared at the list of times and their prices.

“What exactly do I get?” he asked

“Sir, as it says on there, this is a nude, full-body massage. You are nude and I am nude.” Sabrina congratulated herself on how well she’d memorized the little spiel. “I will massage your entire body and I will be very happy to give you a good massage.”

He looked at her with his eyebrows drawn together. An index finger touched his lips and mustache.

You have to take it, Debbie thought. That damn traffic ticket, $100 and if I don’t get it before this month is up–

“I suppose . . . anything extra would require a tip?”

He’s not going to take it. A wasted day. Debbie should be out looking for a regular job. Shaking his pink head solemnly, Larry had emphasized that ladies don’t discuss tips at the door, that’s a sure bust.

“Uh, um, sir I-I-I would very much like to give you a massage. Now, sir, we sell massages, we don’t sell anything else, except a better-than-usual massage. Tips are . . . appreciated and I would be very happy to discuss tips after you buy a massage, sir. My name is Sabrina.” Debbie–Sabrina hoped her name would convey sexiness, a Scarlet Woman.

“How much should the tip be?”

“Uh-ummm, we can discuss tips further after you buy a massage, sir. It is against the rules to, uh, uh, discuss tips at the door but I would be very happy to tell you more after you buy . . . ” Sabrina’s voice trailed off when she realized that she was talking to the back of the man’s jacket.

“I’ll have to get more money,” he muttered, and the bells jangled again when he walked out of the parlor.

Crushed. She blew it. As she picked up the jagged moon pie in its torn cellophane, she tried to figure out what she had done wrong.

“Don’t worry, Sabrina,” the Goth-girl said, smiling sympathetically. “I’m Rowena. There’s always walks. They just want a free peek.”

“Huh?” Debbie/Sabrina took a compact out of her purse to inspect her smile, then fingerpicked a stubbornly clinging bit of moon pie off a tooth before repairing her lipstick.

“That motherfucker just came in here to take a look. He’s probably going someplace to jack off right now.”

“Oh,” Sabrina grunted in dismayed enlightenment.

“Don’t get discouraged, baby!” Anna said. “One asshole tips good and he’s made your day!”

“Anna, that guy I was just with, he started asking how much a tip should be but I wouldn’t tell him,” Sabrina said. “I think that’s why he left. Larry told me never to discuss tips with the customer until after he takes a massage.”

“Oh, tüyap escort he’s right,” Anna said, as Rowena and Jackie nodded. “That’ll land your ass in jail for sure.”

“But. . . what is a good tip?” Sabrina inquired.

“The last asshole gave me $40,” Rowena said, “and that’s OK but it’s not good. $50 is a good tip.”

“$100 is what a trick oughta pay,” Jackie said.

“Yeah,” Anna agreed. “But whatever you do, Sabrina, don’t take less that $30 for anything. $20 ain’t worth breaking out a rubber for.”

Bells jingled. Masseuses stood up. Then Debbie lost her plastic smile and gaped at the customer, astonished. He was the most beautiful sonofabitch she’d ever seen! Slender and tall, he had wavy golden hair flowing to his shoulders, bright blue eyes, and sharp high cheekbones set in an oval face. He looked like Brad Pitt, only better.

Debbie felt her cunt moisten. She wondered if it was against the rules to nap on the job: she thought she’d just have to find an excuse to go into one of the “massage” room and masturbate after this guy picked a lady. Being this horny would drive her crazy.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” he asked Deb-Sabrina.

“Y-yes,” Sabrina stammered.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Stunned, she walked to a massage room slowly on her high heels, extra-careful like a drunk. She started the spiel again: “I massage your body . . . um, uh, your full body . . . we are both nude and–“

“I know, sweetheart,” he said through that gorgeous mouth, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Of course, she realized. He has been here before.

He handed her a twenty-dollar bill and a ten saying, “I’ll take the half hour.”

Fifteen dollars, Debbie thought, closing the door behind her. So the day wasn’t a complete waste. It was the same she would have made for selling her blood and she couldn’t do that every day.

Sabrina (she remembered her new name now) went to the desk and opened up the notepad that had spaces for the masseuses to write down the time they went in for the massage, the time they have to come out, how much money the house gets, and —

“Are we supposed to get the customer’s name?” Sabrina asked.

“His first name,” Anna said. “It’s not important, just make one up if you forget. But his name is Jeff.”

When Sabrina (that was her name here) got back to the massage room, she saw that Jeff’s clothes were neatly folded on a chair. He was lying on the bed fully nude, with a hard-on, his hands behind his head. As she pulled her bodysuit down, she shuddered and the jeers of Butterball echoed cruelly through her brain. All this fat!

“I think I’ll be in here more often,” Jeff said.

“Huh? . . . Why?”

“I like a woman with some meat on her bones. I’ve got a real thing for full-figured ladies.”

“Thank you,” Sabrina responded. “Do you want to get massaged with, uh, baby oil or powder?” She tried unsuccessfully to ignore the warmth in her vagina and the sting of her hardened clit.

“We don’t have to bother with that shit,” he said crisply. “What is your name, sweetheart?”

“Sabrina.”

“What’s your tip, Sabrina?”

She was dizzy. This was the big moment.”All tips are . . . uh . . . all tips are appreciated,” she began. “The bigger the tip the more it is appreciated and, uh, the better the massage will be.”

“Would you appreciate $60, Sabrina?”

Oh my God! she thought. The other women said $50 was a good tip. $50 a good tip for those slim women and he was offering her more than that!

“Yes, yes, that would be a very nice tip. I would app–“

Jeff took his right hand out from behind his head and gave her the bills he had in it. Sabrina counted them: three twenty dollar bills.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.” She went to her purse and put the money in her wallet. She could pay half her traffic ticket now!

“Thank you,” she said again as she returned to Jeff, brimming over with gratitude. Sliding a Trojan down his cock, she thought: if only this fucker knew how much I love him!

She didn’t need the tube of K-Y jelly in her purse. As she wrapped her arms around Jeff and let him shove his cock inside, pressing her clit against him, she broke what she would later learn is a hooker’s firmest and proudest rule.

Sabrina kissed a customer.

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Dave stood panting at the edge of the undergrowth, hurriedly trying to sort out the zip on his trousers. The instant he’d seen Martin and Amanda panic had set in and he’d run. He looked back over his shoulder, checking for any signs of pursuit. Once he realised all was quiet he slowly started to regain his composure, only then did his mind turn to the events of the evening.

He picked up the previously hidden golf clubs and started to step from the undergrowth, to make his way to the car-park. A figure appeared on his right, and he hesitated – staying in the shadows.

“I can see you.”

Dave’s heart bounced, he shuffled his feet – but said nothing.

“I know I’m not much to look at, but you didn’t have to run away quite so fast.”

It was her. Relief flooded through Dave, he’d thought it to be Amanda – and with Martin not far behind her.

“I wasn’t running from you, I just got scared, frightened out of my life!”

“Oh well, at least that’s something. So, what happens now? Do we each go our own way and never see each other again, or will we bump into each other here again?”

Dave was recovering fast, sliding the golf bag onto his shoulder, he walked the short distance that separated them.

“Let’s walk. Have you a car nearby?”

“No, I don’t drive.”

“Can I give you a lift anywhere? We could go for a drink!” Dave was desperate to find out more about this mystery woman, he wanted to see her in better light.

“That would be nice, but only if you’re sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“Most men don’t like to be seen out with me.” Sensing the question through the silence, she went on. “You can t see me properly in this light can you? Otherwise you wouldn’t have asked, but don’t worry – I’m used to it.”

Dave stopped, looking at the ground – investigating his shoes while he sorted his thoughts.

“You’re pretty quick to judge aren’t you? You’ve made my mind up before I’ve had a chance to make it up myself. Think about it for a moment, how do you know what I think? How do you know that whatever your problem is, I haven’t got something worse wrong with me? I honestly don’t have an opinion at the moment. How can I have? Once I know all the facts I can make a decision, but don’t try and put words in my mouth because of men you’ve known before – they weren’t me.” Dave finished speaking with an emphatic nod of his head, like a punctuation mark. He took hold of her hand and they continued walking.

“First things first I always say,” He spoke as they walked. “I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Karen.”

“Karen, that’s a nice name – sort of friendly sounding, safe and secure. Mine is David, Dave.”

Dave stopped, turning to face Karen.

“I don’t mind telling you, you almost gave me a heart attack tonight. You must have thought I was a real sad case, standing in the bushes wanking and watching that young couple screwing?”

“I was there too remember! I didn’t think to myself Oh there’s a sad bloke having a wank I’ll go and give him a shag! , I was doing what you were doing – so we’re both sad cases.”

“But why? I can understand why I do it, but not a woman with a body like yours. I’m a middle-aged man who lost his wife, and who knows he hasn’t got a chance in hell of ever finding another woman interested in a man past his prime like me. So I watch and wank, until tonight”

“You’ll understand when you can see me better. Oh, I used to be good looking enough – I’ve had my share of men running after me – but all that changed some years back. I’m not good looking any more, and the only way I can get a man is in the dark. Mostly I don’t get a man at all, so I also watch and wank – just like you.”

“Come on then, Let’s see what this is all about.” Dave strode off, Karen’s hand still in his – pulling her towards the car-park and the lighting she seemed to fear so much. The nearer the car-park came the lower Karen’s face dropped, until her chin was almost on her chest. As the light began to have an effect upon the darkness, Dave sneaked sideways glances from the corner of his eye.

Eventually, with light pooling around their feet, they stopped beside Dave’s car. He turned, took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to meet the light. One side of her face showed a normal, quite pretty, woman – maybe a few years younger than Dave’s 44. The other side was an angry assortment of blotchy red and purple hues from just underneath the eye, to her chin.

No wonder she was worried Dave thought to himself, calmly looking her straight in the eyes. I can understand why men have been put off. Luckily, or unluckily for her, I’ve seen it all before and it doesn’t bother me.

Dave slowly and deliberately let his gaze travel down her form and back up again. “Okay,” he said, “I’ve looked. Where s the problem?”

Karen was silent for a moment. “My face doesn’t bother you? You’re making it up – you’re just being kind.”

Dave fumbled in his pocket, removing his keys and unlocking his car. Walking round to the rear, he opened the boot and put küçükçekmece escort his golf clubs inside. He opened the passenger door.

“Get in the car.” He ordered. Meekly Karen obeyed, and once she was seated Dave closed the door ,before moving round the other side and getting in himself. “Don’t say anything, not a word!” His tone was one that didn’t allow for argument.

A short drive later they pulled up outside a house in the middle of a terraced row, Dave turned off the engine and walked round to open the door for Karen. He locked the car, then unlocked the door to the house. Holding the door open, he gestured that she should precede him into the house. He closed the door, switched on the lights and led the way into a small sitting room.

“Would you like a drink my dear lady?” He enquired. “Please sit down.” He indicated the sofa. With the drinks Dave brought a book, and sat beside Karen. Handing her a glass, he opened the book.

“I suppose you d describe this as the family album.” He turned the pages one by one. ” This one’s of Sally – my wife.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“She was indeed, and some said that I was quite handsome when I stood beside her.” He turned another page. “This was our wedding day.”

“What a lovely dress.”

“Yes it was.” Dave flipped through more pages, then turned the final page. “This is Sally too.”

“Oh!………… Oh!” The page showed Sally’s face and it bore an almost exact pattern to Karen’s.

“Car crash.” Said Dave, “She got burned too, and eventually died – so don’t ever dare tell me what I will or won t be able to accept.”

Karen stood up, “I’m very sorry Dave. I can see I was wrong about you, You’re different to other men I’ve met.”

With that, Karen held out her hands, took Dave’s in hers and pulled him to his feet. She put her arms around his neck, and smiled. “Well, we’ve had a shag – isn’t it about time we had a kiss?” They kissed long and soft, finally stopping for breath.

Karen stepped away from Dave, and pulled her jumper over her head. She wore no bra, and her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took. She placed her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and wriggled off her hips, allowing it fall in a pool at her feet. She reached out, grasping the buckle of Dave’s belt and undoing it. She unbuttoned his trousers and allowed them to fall, then freed his cock from his underpants. Dave took his own shirt off, and almost tore Karen’s panties from her hips.

“Have you got any baby oil?” Karen enquired.

“No, sorry.” Replied Dave

“Show me your kitchen then.”

Karen followed as Dave led the way into the kitchen, then she searched until she found a bottle of olive oil. “This will do nicely, even if I’m not extra virgin!” She smiled. “Now, take me to your bedroom.”

Dave led the way upstairs. In the bedroom, Karen pushed him back so that he lay full length, and told him to remain where he was. She searched the cupboards until she found some neckties. She then tied Dave to the bed, so that he was spread-eagled from corner to corner. Next, she poured some of the oil onto his belly and straddled him. “I’ll bet you’ve never had this kind of massage before!” She proceeded to straddle him, rubbing the oil all over his body with her pussy. Long, slow, sliding motions caressed Dave’s whole body until he was erect, and felt about to burst.

Pinching the tip of his foreskin carefully, Karen extended it and poured a little oil into the pouch she’d made. She then pinched it closed with one hand, while squeezing the air pocket she’d created with her other hand. As she released his cock, olive oil spilled out. Karen pulled his foreskin back, gently tracing the outline of his tip with a fingernail. Leaning over she poked out her tongue and eased it into the hole in the tip, gently wiggling it for greater effect. Dave writhed, helpless. Karen smeared her oil covered hands across her breasts, pinching and squeezing her own nipples so that they erected, glistening with the oil. Her hands continued, down across her flat stomach, reaching between her legs and parting her lips – raising her body so that Dave could see the shining entrance.

Holding her lips apart, she shuffled backwards – until she was poised above the tip of Dave’s cock. Gently she lowered herself, until just the very tip of his cock touched her outer lips. She held herself in that position, feeling Dave’s cock twitch and move. She moved her hips forward, feeling the oil covered cock slide backwards moving between the cheeks of her ass. She rose and fell, enjoying the sensation of feeling the slippery beast between her buttocks – then returned it to her cunt lips and sat down on it sharply. Dave exhaled, his eyes wide. Karen rocked gently backwards and forwards.

“Tell me, when you were watching that couple. Did you imagine that it was you screwing her?”

“Yes, my hand was on her fanny.”

“Your cock was in her fanny then??”

Dave looked puzzled, then realised. “Oh, küçükyalı escort yes – metaphorically speaking.”

“How long has it been since you had your cock inside a real woman?”

“Before tonight?”

“Before tonight!”

“Almost three years, just over two and a half.”

“So long, and then just a hurried shag in the bushes. We’ll soon put that right!”

With that, Karen rose and took hold of Dave’s shaft. She wriggled into position, then lowered herself until the tip of his cock was at the lips of her pussy. Reaching behind her, she spread apart those lips – with some difficulty due to her oil covered hands. Squatting, she felt her cunt begin to open – so she slowly increased the downward pressure until the tip of his cock was inside. Karen puffed out her cheeks and blew, she could feel every centimetre of width he had. She paused, getting used to the feel of it. Slowly her pussy adapted and spread to make it more comfortable.

“How does that feel?”

“Incredible, its like being inside a fist that’s soft and warm.”

“You haven’t felt anything yet!” So saying, Karen began to move. The stress on her leg muscles was incredible, and tiring – yet the pleasure was immense, and obviously so for Dave too by the look on his face. His eyed were closed, his face screwed as if concentrating – his bottom lip trapped firmly between his teeth as his breath game in gasps.

Balancing herself on one hand, Karen brought the other one to her pussy lips and began to manipulate her clitoris. “Open your eyes, I want you to watch!”

Dave did as he was told, seeing Karen before him – riding up and down the cock embedded in her, while she fingered her clit like a demented pianist. Now it was Karen who had her eyes closed, concentrating one her own pleasure. One finger changed to two, bumping and rubbing – and suddenly she was there. She collapsed along the length of Dave’s body, causing his cock to spring free from her cunt. Gasping for breath she smiled at him.

“That was magical!” Then she looked behind her, seeing his still erect cock. “But I haven’t been fair to you have I? We’ll soon put that right!”

She took his cock in her hand, rubbing it against her nipples. “Next time, you can tie me up – and you can fuck my tits. For now you’ll have to do with splashing them with your come.” Karen speeded up her hand, using her other one to alternately fondle his balls and play with the entrance to his anus. Dave jerked and gasped, guttural noises came from him – he panted, faster and faster. With a groan he came, releasing his semen to splash across Karen’s breasts. Gently she squeezed the last drops from his wilting cock, making certain they smeared over her nipple. Releasing his now relaxed member, she massaged his come into her breasts – smiling, and watching his face as she did so.

With a grin on her face, Karen leaned forward – dangling a breast in front of Dave’s face. “Open wide.” She instructed. He obeyed, and Karen lowered the come covered nipple into his mouth. Dave sucked greedily, circling the nipple with his tongue – then alternately flicking it gently with his tongue and gently nibbling it with his teeth. “That’s enough.” Karen rose and left the room. Dave heard running water, and moments later Karen reappeared carrying a sponge and a towel. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She gently washed his cock, and rubbed it dry – taking care to get into each crease of skin.

Karen returned to the bed, stretching out – easing her aching legs. Her head lay across Dave’s legs, his cock an inch from her lips. She kissed the tip, wetly slurped the whole length – then it eased from her mouth as she fell into a doze. Dave too fell asleep, all in all it had been quite a day.

The need to go.

Drifting slowly through infinite layers of consciousness, Karen became aware of a need. It niggled at her, insisting that she answer its call. She woke, knowing that she needed to pee. She opened her eyes, and there before her was a limp cock! Memory flooded back, dreams now forgotten. She smiled, Dave wasn’t awake yet, but she knew just how to wake him. Ignoring her need she slowly moved her head toward his cock. Slowly and gently she took the whole of what she could see into her open mouth, cock and balls. It felt kind of nice, and she closed her lips around it and gently started to lick blindly at whatever her tongue touched. She could feel it becoming aroused, it was a wonderful feeling – she wouldn’t be able to keep it all inside her mouth for much longer. Slowly his cock uncurled and grew, leaping to fill her mouth. She had to open her mouth and let the balls out, sucking now just on the extending shaft.

Dave murmured, and Karen reached over and untied one of his feet.

“I feel stiff.” He commented.

“You are stiff.” Karen mumbled from a mouth full of hard cock. Moving, she untied his other foot. Releasing his cock to stand free and erect, she untied both hands too.

“Good morning you wonderful man.” Her lips closed on his. maltepe escort Dave rolled over, trapping Karen beneath him. Karen could now feel his cock hard against her thigh. She could also feel his weight pressing on her stomach, making her full bladder register its disapproval.

Before Karen knew what was happening, Dave had tied her hands to the bed with the ties she’d just released him from. As she thrashed about, trying to free herself, Dave calmly grabbed each leg in turn and tied that too. Dave stood back, looking and grinning. Nodding to himself, he took hold of a pillow and pushed it under Karen’s bottom – elevating her. ” Now the dog can see the rabbit.” He said.

Dave knelt at the base of the bed, leaning forward until his lips came into contact with Karen’s cunt lips. He extended his tongue and licked slowly from the bottom to the top, then wiggled his tongue over the tip of her clitoris.

“Dave, I need to pee, I’m bursting.”

“Then you’ll just have to wait. As the man said – I’ve started , so I’ll finish!”

Dave pushed his tongue into Karen’s cunt, inserting it as far as he was able. At the same time he slid his hands beneath her, cupping one of her ass cheeks with either hand. He pulled Karen towards him as he thrust his tongue into her, moving his head from side to side in an effort to open her lips and let his tongue delve deeper. Karen writhed uncontrollably above his head, sensation flooding through her. It was like being fucked with a cock that went from side to side – as well as in and out. Dave slid his hands back a little, and used his thumbs to part her lips even more. Once his tongue was as deep as he could make it, his thumbs trapped Karen’s clit between them – stretching, pulling, and rubbing her to orgasm.

As she came, Karen felt the slightest dribble of pee break loose and roll down to where Dave was now sitting. He straddled her, edging up her body so that his knees were in her armpits. Taking hold of his cock, he gently wanked it in front of her face. “I know what this stuff tastes like, isn’t it about time you tasted some?”

Karen shook her head. “Not right now Dave, I really do need to pee!”

“In a minute.”

Dave lowered his hips, allowing his cock to fall between Karen’s breasts. He sat back, flattening her stomach with his buttocks – while using his hands to squeeze her breasts around his cock. Slowly he thrust, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, sometimes squeezing tighter – sometimes releasing the pressure. It wasn’t getting him where he wanted to go, and was difficult to manage – so he released her breasts and sat back. the merest glimmer of pre-cum was glistening at the tip of his cock. Carefully he wiped it on the nipple of her right breast. He bent forward, sucking the nipple of the other breast, then lifting the breast – he licked the skin underneath, where previously flesh had only been kissed by flesh. He massaged, he rolled, he squeezed and manipulated. Finally, he took Karen’s right breast and lifted it to her lips. “Open wide.” Karen complied, opening her mouth while Dave fed her own nipple into it. her mouth closed, her eyes closed and she licked and sucked at her own breast.

“Good Girl, now we’re even.”

Dave untied her hands, then her feet. “Race you to the bathroom, I’m bursting too!”

“Let me go first Dave, Please!”

“Come on then.” He held out his hand and led her to the bathroom, watching while she sat and peed seemingly without end. At last she let out a contented sigh of relief, and sat there looking at Dave. “Come on then, I need to go too!”

“Only if you’ll let me drive.” She insisted.

“Let you drive?”

“Stand here. No, face the loo. That’s it. Now let me drive!” With that she reached around from behind him and took hold of his cock, pointing it at the bowl. A flood appeared to come from Dave’s cock, then it slowed as he became aware of her breasts thrusting into his back and her other hand cupping his balls. “Can t you do it?”

“Not with those things making a hole in my back.”

“OK then finish by yourself while I take a shower.”

Dave took hold of his own cock as she turned away. Finishing, he shook the drops from his cock. He could see Karen’s figure through the shower cubicle, distorted by running water. She bent, and her buttocks pressed against the glass. Dave felt himself grow again, and started to wank gently while watching.

The cubicle door opened. “Aren’t you going to join me?” Karen asked, then seeing what he was doing, “Stop that, don’t waste it. Get in here.”

Dave obeyed, immediately feeling the warm water cascade down his body. He closed his eyes, head tilted back – shaking his head as the needles of water hit his face. Karen knelt, wanking his cock. He looked down to see her smiling at him. “Fancy wanting to get even for me making you taste one drop of your own come, I like the taste – I’ll show you.” She increased the speed of her hand, but relaxed the pressure of her grip. Dave put his arms out wide, hands pressed against the sides of the cubicle – keeping his balance as his knees wobbled. Karen put a hand through between Dave’s legs, stroking the cheeks of his ass – running a finger down the valley between his buttocks. Dave was swaying, he was almost there. Karen could sense this and increased he speed once more. Deep down Dave could feel the familiar volcano begin its explosion process, there was no turning back now!

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Being a huge fan of the late, great American artist Bill Ward and his gorgeous girlie art, I decided to pay homage to him by interpreting a few of his suggestive cartoons onto paper.

Therefore, the following filth below is what I’d like to imagine occurred before the punchline of the cartoon. For best results, please don’t skip to the end!

* * *

“All the way, God yes, suck it all the way!” Igor hissed through gritted teeth, gripping Christen’s hair through clenched fingers as he drew her mouth deeper onto his rigid cock. She sucked noisily on the throbbing flesh, her tongue sliding beneath the smooth, saliva-coated erection, her full red lips greedily gripping his cock. His painted fingernails grazed the back of his naked ass, pulling him closer to him, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

Igor stole glances at the kneeling, voluptuous woman who slurped upon his cock, and not for the first time thought himself lucky. Here was a truly stunning female slut of the highest caliber, a woman with curves in all the right places (God, he adored her big, firm breasts!) and who felt comfortable in revealing lingerie as she did in sneakers and pants. This afternoon Christen wore, for his pleasure, naturally, a black and red corset which barely contained her swollen cleavage, sheer black stockings with black elastic suspenders, high heels and a see-through, ankle-length black lace negligee. She had discarded her matching panties when Igor tongue-fucked her pussy as soon as he burst through her bedroom door. Her hair was tied upwards with bows, ringlets falling around her slightly touched-up face. Her lipstick was of that ‘non-smear’ variety advertised on TV, for his cock was relatively free of sticky lipstick. Her face glistened where she had taken him in hand and whacked his bulbous prick off her cheeks.

“You suck cock so good, Christen,” he groaned, withdrawing his cock from her mouth and pulling on his erection. She sucked his knob between her lips as he masturbated, she reaching up to cup his heavy balls with her fingers.

“I love sucking your cock,” she breathed heavily, pressing her arms together that forced her globular globes to swell majestically. Igor was thrilled to see her nipples poke over the rim of the cups of the corset, and visions of their last encounter, when she licked his sticky cum from her breasts, came to mind.

“Get on the bed,” he told her, helping Christen to her feet. Igor drew the horny woman next to him, kissing her, she squeezing his cock in her hand before she lay back on top of the immaculately made bed. Half-dressed in black, she wriggled erotically upon the boudoir-red bed sheet, her negligee spread out beneath her like blessed black wings, her fingers toying with her dripping puss.

“A little encore,” he said, falling to his knees before her and once more burying his face at her honey-pot. Christen groaned aloud as kartal escort she felt his tongue squirm its way inside her, licking, lapping, his fingers entering her silky smooth quim, two, and then three. He sought and found her clit behind its soft hood; fingering it, he scooped it into his mouth and sucked upon the tiny nipple, her honey oozing from her pulsating puss. Like a parched desert rat Igor filled his throat with her sweet, succulent spilling.

“I’m gonna fuck you good, slut,” he told her. Getting to his feet Igor gently whacked the tip of his cock off her pussy, Christen opening he lips to allow him access into her hot, wet haven.

“Fuck me, Igor,” she commanded him, her fingertips clawing at his purple mushroomed knob that teased the sucking opening to her cunt. Holding his erection perfectly still, letting her squirm down the bed to impale her self on him, Igor then thrust home, filling Christen’s puss with his concrete-hard cock. She let out a gasp of pleasure as his magnificent prick stuff her, his balls coming to a halt against her ass cheeks. Squeezing him with her well-oiled pussy muscles Christen relished the sensation of Igor’s cock within her, my God; he had such a big cock!

Drawing back, he thrust forward again, and then withdrew, so that the tip of his bulbous head rested just on the outside of her lips. Here he held still, not moving, his hips statuesque, Christen now twisting and turning on the bed sheets with absolute frustration.

“Fuck me, you bastard!” she told him, lashing out at him, lifting her self off the bed to slap him. “Fuck me, Goddamn it!”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he smiled at her, slowly entering her puss, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, until he was fully embedded in her once more. Withdrawing again, he repeated the process, this time a little faster.

“You like me talking dirty, do you?” she asked him, resting on her elbows, staring incorrigibly at him.

“You have such a filthy mouth,” he returned. “You should use it more often.”

“Does it make you hard?”

“Harder,” he replied, winking.

“Then who am I to disappoint?” she said, lifting her hips to meet his thrust. “Fuck me, Igor,” she began in earnest, “fuck my pussy with your big cock!”

“That’s it, oh fuck, yeah, baby,” he groaned, his thrust quickening.

“I love your big, hard cock fucking my pussy,” she continued, “mmmm, yeah, it feels so big in my pussy, yeah, fuck me, oh Jesus, fuck me!”

Igor had now taken hold of her raised right stocking leg and was slamming home into her, his balls swinging precariously beneath. “Yeah, Christen, oh fuck, baby, yeah!”

Her running commentary was soon drowned out by her high-pitched squeals of pleasure as her body shook with the pounding from the grunting Igor. Her breasts wobbled and sprung free of her kaynarca escort corset, Igor staring down gleefully at her melons that shook and rocked like jelly. He reached for one of them and squeezed the shaking breast, feeling the hardened nipple in his palm, between his probing fingers. He had a sudden urge to suck on them, both.

Still buried within her, Igor fell on top of her, cupping her breasts as he did so, scooping one of her ripe nipples into his mouth. He felt her cup his shaved head with her fingernails, heard her groan as he sucked hard on her engorged teat. Still thrusting into the panting, horny woman, Igor released her nipple before rolling his tongue around it, savoring its taste. Saliva dribbled from his mouth and oozed like treacle down her round breast.

“Don’t stop, you fucker!” Christen warned him, she buckling beneath him as her orgasm raced towards her. “Oh yeah, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, clawing his naked back, her mouth reaching for him and sinking her teeth into his broad shoulders.

“Cum for me, baby, oh yeah, cum for me!” he groaned, his cock now jack-hammering into her tight, wet cunt, and with his rigid, pulsating-veined cock rubbing wondrously off her clit, Christen came screaming.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, yes, oh Jesus, yes!” she cried, thrashing beneath him, squeezing his cock within her spraying pussy. Igor bent his head forward and kissed her, catching the last of her climax in his mouth, loud at first, she soon murmuring her pleasure.

“Nice?” he asked her, caressing her ringlets, Christen’s face flushed, spent.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby,” she purred. “Your cock can work magic.”

“Don’t forget my balls,” he smirked. “They’re important too.”

“Then let me lick your balls,” Christen cooed, licking her lips.

“If you insist,” Igor said, withdrawing from Christen’s dripping pussy, he climbing to his knees as he squatted over her, giving her breasts a couple of playful smacks with his cock before positioning himself above her face.

Steadying him by gripping his thighs, Christen readied herself as Igor lowered his undercarriage towards her, his great, heavy balls seemingly unloading via a crane. Soon he would unload his cum upon her, she thought, and this made her tingle.

“Lick my balls,” he told her, as Christen lashed out at his testicles with her tongue, catching his recently shaved nuts. She could taste her honey on them, taste his pre-cum and the promise of a salty load.

“Oh!” she cried, suddenly. Not being able to see, she shuddered with sensitive excitement as she felt his fingers caress and fiddle with her pussy.

Lifting himself above her, he moved forward, presenting his asshole to her. Sluttishly she devoured him, tongue-fucking his ass like the greedy whore she was. She could feel him squirming above her, kozyatağı escort hear him groan approvingly. Igor loved having his asshole licked and fingered, and she was just the woman to do it.

“You gorgeous slut!” he wheezed, lifting him off of her before sinking towards her mouth and tongue again. Taking his cock in hand he pulled upon it, tiny drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip onto her forehead. His fingers slid down the wet valley of Christen’s pussy, her excitement also building. And when he felt her fingers tickle the soft mouth of his anus, Igor groaned excitedly. No one sucked cock or licked balls or fucked his ass the way this slut Christen did – if she kept this up he was gonna spew his load all over her fucking face.

With his balls rubbing off her nose as she lapped and prodded his asshole Christen was now lost to lustful abandonment. Her clit throbbed mercilessly to Igor’s touch – the fucker was going to make her cum again! Violently she shoved her painted finger deep into his ass, causing him to cry out. She made it up to him by scooping his full balls into her mouth and sucking hard, running her tongue around the stubbly nuts. Through the corner of her eye she could see him pull frantically upon his shockingly big cock – my goodness, that thing was ready to explode!

“Yeah, oh fuck, Christen, I’m gonna, I’m gonna – ” he gasped, twisting and squirming above her as he broke free of her salacious grasp and crouched to her left side, his hand gripping and shafting his erection. Christen took over where Igor’s hand was, and continued to finger her glistening clit, her second orgasm imminent. She prayed she’d cum when he did.

“On my face, baby,” she cooed, stretching out her tongue, “oh yeah, baby …”

“Fuck!” Igor groaned, releasing a silver shower of white-hot salty cum onto her face, splattering across her cheeks, splashing her tongue, plopping in her eye. His orgasm was immense, a one-man bukkake, smothering her groaning face with his creamy climax. And as soon as the first jets hit her, her second orgasm ripped through her, not as electrifying as her first, but intense nonetheless, she coming in sympathy as her lover emptied his balls into her mouth, almost blinding her in the process. Through half-closed, sticky eyes she saw him pull on his cock before she felt him penetrate her lips, she sucking his floppy prick to the back of her throat, swallowing his thick, salty seed …

* * *

“Are you sure, Igor?” Felicia asked him.

“Of course, baby,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him and planting a kiss on her lips, “Anything for you.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic! I can’t wait to tell her!”

“Neither can I,” he grinned knowingly, as they approached the same bedroom door where Igor had visited a couple of hours before.

Felicia knocked once, impatiently opening the door, not waiting for an answer. Inside was Christen, sitting by a vanity mirror, brushing her hair, her curvaceous body hidden, she dressed in a non-flattering, red bathrobe.

“Hello, you two,” she smiled.

“Oh, Mother!” Felicia exclaimed excitedly. “Igor and I are to be married! And guess what? He’s so wonderful that he wants you to come along on our honeymoon!”

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It was a wet and humid day. They walked in each other’s arms. Yet the big brown-eyed girl with long black hair grew wet at an instant and began throbbing for love. They kept walking through the misty field to find a vacant spot for he too was breathing heavily wanting all of her.

As they approached this vacant wet field he began kissing her neck and cheeks ravenously wanting to eat her completely. They fell onto the wet floor together. He pinned her to the ground took her clothes as she stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. Feeling his warm tongue and lips. As she continued with deep passion and intensity her vagina grew wet. She gripped his pants and pulled them down as fast as she could his penis stuck out in front of her face between both of her eyes and eyebrows. She wrapped her hands around the giant penis and began the hand job. Yet she didn’t know that as soon as she touched it her hands would be covered in precum and she wouldn’t want to let it go.

Suddenly her head began to bob and she felt something rising up inside her. He stuck his index and middle istanbul escort finger into her vagina and she gave loud gasp.

“Mmm” was her response and she sunk her head even deeper into his penis almost touching his soft velvet testicles.

She sucked and sucked and sucked to the point that her lips began to feel sore but the savory sticky taste didn’t let her escape from sucking his penis. Yet, as she sucked and licked the cock dry forcing her own spit on to it she curled her body in many directions, for her body was enjoying the fingers deep in her pussy. She shivered and was forced to let go of the penis she so ravenously enjoyed.

She grew wetter and he bent his legs deeper into ground and licked all her wetness from her vagina. As he raised his head to look into her eyes a streak of her wetness dribbled on his chin. She leaned over as she lay on her back and kissed him and wiped off what oozed from his chin right off. He continued to bury his tongue deep into pussy and as he enjoyed eating kadıköy escort her he let out a breath of obsession and delight. She gasped for breath, as the tongue got deeper into her pink vagina oozing her wetness down her thighs. Dripping, dripping, dripping the more he sucked her clit and it became delicately tender. She began throbbing more than ever as he asked,

“Are you ready?”

She looked deep into his eyes and smiled and whispered,

“I want you, I want you know.”

Her lips pouted as these words escaped her lips and she spread her legs wide, wider than she ever had. He leaned closer to her, kissed breasts and nibbled on her nipples and gave a gentle tug and said, “I want you too.”

He stood erect and she leaned closer. She put her legs above his shoulders and her vagina was only one inch away from his cock. Again, she looked up and bit her lower lips and her pussy lips tightened she leaned closer as her legs comfortably laid up to his shoulders and he gently grasped on her kağıthane escort thighs and pushed his penis deep into her wet throbbing and hungry pussy.

A sigh of relief escaped their mouths. Their eyes shut and they leaned closer together. He started to insert his penis back and forth as fast as she could handle. She tightened her vagina even more and began to pounce up and down to feel a deeper sensation. He held tightly on to her thighs then stroked his hard throbbing dick on her pussy to tease her and make her want more. As he pushed his penis back in her pink and extra wet pussy she said gasping for breath, “I’m close.”

He smiled and began pushing his penis deeper, deeper, deeper into her vagina as it touched the walls of her pussy as the flesh of both were bare and nothing prevented them from touching each other’s parts. He pushed in faster, harder and deeper as he could when suddenly he stopped and felt her cum all over his dick. He pulled out and as her lips barely touched his penis he came in her mouth and she played with his sticky cum wrapping it around her fingers until she finally licked her fingers clean while looking straight into his eyes and rubbed his cock with her other hand.

He leaned closer as her legs remained open and hugged her and they cradled in each other’s arms. Both breathing heavily they kissed and then napped together in the vacant field until the sun finally decided to shine.

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“Oh god,” I groaned, “I’m gonna cum soon.” My girlfriend made an approving noise as she leaned against me on the couch and kissed my neck. Meanwhile, our neighbor sat on my other side and sucked my cock further into her mouth.

It was my birthday, and after the party had ended, everyone went home except our neighbor, Ashley. She was an attractive blonde who frequently came over for movie night. I’d had a slight crush on her ever since she answered her door one time in her pajamas with no bra on. I still thought of her sometimes when I was jerking off, remembering the shape of her tits and the way her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her top.

The three of us had ended up on the couch watching one of my favorite movies. My girlfriend on my left, me in the middle and Ash on my right. About halfway through the film, my girlfriend started teasing me. She was pressing her tits against my arm, touching my thigh, and whispering in my ear. At the time, I assumed I was going to get lucky later.

I was startled haramidere escort when she started rubbing my hardening cock through my jeans since we weren’t alone. I tried to be cool and carefully avoided looking at our neighbor, whose attention seemed to be on the movie. I noticed her shifting around a little.

I couldn’t have been more surprised when my girlfriend said “What do you think, is he ready?” and Ash replied, “Let me see.” Then she reached over and also began fondling my erection.

“Happy birthday, baby,” my girlfriend murmured. “I know it bums you out that I don’t like giving head, and I thought a good present would be to find someone who enjoys it.”

Ash winked at me and began undoing my belt buckle. I watched as she unbuttoned my fly, and slid my jeans and boxers down. Then she wrapped her warm hand around my cock and began squeezing and rubbing. My girlfriend nuzzled my neck and breathed in my ear as Ash leaned closer and started içerenköy escort stroking me with both hands.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands — was I allowed to touch her? — so I put my arm up on the back of the couch. Ash lowered her head and kissed the tip, giggling when my cock twitched in response. Then she wrapped her lips tightly around me and began to suck.

I groaned, watching her head bob up and down in my lap. My girlfriend smiled approvingly and bit her lip at the sight. I felt my cock get even harder in the heat of Ash’s mouth. She pulled me deeper, squeezing the base of my shaft even as the head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat. My legs tensed, and involuntarily I pushed my cock deeper, eager for more.

She gagged a bit, then resumed bobbing up and down. My cock was sliding in and out of her throat, and wet slurping sounds filled the room. I felt the pressure building and moaned, which made my girlfriend press innovia escort up against me and begin licking and nibbling my earlobe.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I repeated, my breath coming ragged now. My body tensed, and I reached down, urgently grabbing a handful Ash’s blonde hair. She moaned when I tightened my grip and held her head in place as I thrust into her mouth. She gagged and started to pull back, but stopped when she felt my cock began to twitch.

I came hard, and she eagerly slurped and sucked as I filled her mouth with cum. After a moment I had to let go of her hair because the sensation was overwhelming. She took the hint and stopped moving, letting the final waves of my orgasm crest. She purred happily, my cock throbbing against her tongue.

She let me finish, then began slowly moving her tongue again. That provoked a few aftershocks as she slowly slid me out of her mouth, and sat up, grinning, licking the last of my cum from her lips.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, “that was incredible.”

My girlfriend sat up looked at Ash with a sparkle in her eye. I expected her to say thank you, but instead she leaned across me and give her a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Ash’s eyes met mine, wide in surprise, but after a moment she closed them and kissed back.

I watched my girlfriend suck on our neighbor’s bottom lip and felt my cock begin to stiffen again…

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“Might be my lucky night!” I thought to myself as I leaned my seat back just a little, hoping that the two seats next to mine would stay empty. I was facing a long flight across the country; it was late, I was hoping to get some peaceful sleep. My wife was with the kids a few rows up, I had checked on them a minute earlier, and they were already asleep. The flight’s departure was in 3 minutes, so it was looking like things would work out in my favor.

Then I heard a commotion coming down the aisle. I was in the back of the plane, so it took a minute for the ruckus to make it closer towards me. I could see a very attractive woman hurrying, checking the overhead compartments for any empty space. I took a moment to admire her legs, the thighs of which were exposed by her skirt each time she reached above herself to open a compartment. Damn her skin looked smooth, and her long hair perfectly framed a pretty face, although that face did hold a frown upon seeing all the full luggage bins. Still, the whole package would give me something nice to dream about as soon as I closed my eyes and relaxed.

As she got closer her searching became a little more frantic, and it was then that I noticed her companion, a man lugging several bags. As the well-dressed couple made their way down the aisle, I looked around and saw no empty seats other than those right next to me. Shit! I was really hoping for an opportunity to stretch my legs and lose myself in my dreams. Ah well, maybe someday I’d break down and go first class.

The couple reached my aisle, and looked at their seats; I stood up and opened the luggage compartment for them, quickly reaching to grab their bags from the tired husband. The woman’s frown disappeared, replaced by a beaming smile that lit up her pretty face. She was fairly tall, and the high heels made her calf muscles taut. And her smile, god it was beautiful and genuine, and her green eyes sparkled as she looked at me. Those heels, the flimsy skirt, and that smile all helped her manage to project more than just a fair amount of sexiness, maybe it was the satin camisole underneath her jacket that did the trick.

With their bags finally situated, the couple took their seats; it was no more than a minute or two later when our plane started moving.

As the stewardess gave her safety speech, I was surprised to hear a faint snoring sound near my side. I looked over and saw the man with his head leaning against cevizli escort the window; he was already asleep. The woman smiled at me again, whispering about the very long day that they had endured. Flights canceled, agendas re-arranged, running through the airport; they had been lucky to get this last flight out.

I told her I was in the same situation, I nodded towards my sleeping wife and kids two rows in front of us, and said that I was looking forward to getting a long nap in myself.

She told me not to worry about her or her husband disturbing my rest, she too was ready for some sleep. As we talked, she leaned closer to me, and I couldn’t help but notice her jacket opening up. I noticed also the pleasing way her cami clung to her breasts, breasts that were apparently unencumbered by any bra. I might have been staring too long, but I swore I saw her nipples harden and poke out; when I looked up at her face she just laughed quietly, winked at me, and told me to have pleasant dreams.

I clumsily tried to adjust myself, my rapidly hardening cock was binding up in my pants. Luckily, at just that moment the stewardess was passing out blankets. Thankfully I grabbed one and covered my lap with one, as did the woman next to me.

No sooner than the plane left the ground did I put my seat back and close my eyes; I think I must have dozed off immediately.

I’m not sure how much later it was that I was awakened when our flight hit some turbulence; my eyes popped open, I started to raise up when I realized that there was pressure on my shoulder. I sat still for a minute as my eyes became accustomed to the dark. That pressure on my shoulder was the woman’s head. I was certainly surprised. I didn’t move, not wanting to disturb her. I barely tilted my head towards hear, my nose was just above her hair; I could smell her, the sweet, feminine smell of perfume and shampoo wafting into my senses. I could hear her breathing too, and to my surprise, it wasn’t the steady breathing pattern of someone in a deep sleep. No, it was of a person trying to catch her breath, trying to control her breathing; I realized to that I could feel her heart pounding as she leaned against my body.

My eyes could see more clearly now, and I noticed that the blanket covering her lap had movement underneath. I also noticed one of her hands had reached inside her jacket to allow her fingers to manipulate erenköy escort her nipples, squeezing and tugging the now-hardened little bullets.

Though trying to be discreet, I couldn’t stop the gasp from my mouth.

Her head popped up off my shoulder, the movements in her lap ceased. She looked at me, red-faced, with just a hint of a smile.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, “it’s been such a long night, and I can’t seem to sleep without getting rid of some of this frustration.”

I looked across at her husband, still sound asleep, his snoring a little louder now. I smiled back at her and told her I understand.

I reached my arm around her, and pulled her back against my body. I whispered in her ear “Go ahead and finish what you started, I won’t tell.”

With that she lay her head down again on my shoulder, and leaned the rest of her body against me. I once again noticed movement underneath her blanket as a sigh came from her mouth.

As difficult as it was to tear my eyes from the sight right there next to me, I looked around the plane, taking note of the fact that all the passengers around us seemed to be asleep. It appeared that this was a private show, something for me to enjoy alone, along with the beauty next to me of course.

I noticed too her other hand had made it’s way back inside her open jacket, caressing once again her breast. Feeling daring, I reached with my own hand and covered hers; her breathing stopped for a moment, she took a deep breath, then resumed her caressing movements with my own hand shadowing hers. It wasn’t long before her hand dropped down, leaving mine to caress her, to roll her nipple between my finger and my thumb, with only the thin material of her cami between us.

Each time I pinched and tugged, her breathing became a bit more ragged, and I could hear a low moan sneaking past her lips.

I was fully awake now, and hungry for more. I took my hand and slide it underneath the flimsy cami, relishing fully the warmth of her smooth skin.

“Noooo!” she whispered, but I ignored her plea, and the “no” quickly turned into another moan when I captured that stiff nipple, twisting and turning. Her breasts cupped into the palm of my strong hand, my thumb flicking her nipples; I noticed too that the movements beneath her blanket were become a bit more frantic.

Recognizing a once-in-a-lifetime treat, I decided to investigate esenyurt escort for myself just what was under that blanket. She murmured disappointingly when I removed my hand from her breast, and once again said “no” when she realized my hand was sneaking down under her blanket.

Imagine my surprise when all I felt under the blanket was bare flesh. She must have snuck her skirt off earlier, her legs were spread wide apart, my hand quickly stroking along her warm thigh. Such smooth skin I’d never felt before, my fingers danced delightfully higher and higher. I could sense the heat before I actually felt it, then I was there, my hand pressed against hers. Her hand was damp, and hot, and my fingers became entwined with hers.

She kept murmuring “no, no, you can’t,” but never pushed me away.

My fingers took over, I finally felt the fiery wetness, so slick to touch, her lips covered in dew. I traced along her crease, pressing inside her, coating my fingers in her juice. Pulling out, I traced again and found her plump clit; she practically jumped as I rubbed little circles around it.

“No, no, no, please no, please don’t…” her voice was quivering, a hesitant whine in her tone.

Her moans grew louder then, as my thumb pressed against her clit, and my ring finger slipped inside her tight wet pussy; I could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching.

I chuckled, whispering in her ear “please don’t what, my lusty little neighbor, what don’t you want me to do?”

“Please don’t stop.” was her reply, in a soft, almost innocent voice that belied the situation we found ourselves in.

“You like this, don’t you, you like my big fingers fondling you while your husband sleeps right next to us.” She could only moan, and moaned again when I continued “such a naughty wife you are, letting a stranger touch you, letting a stranger feel your treasure.”

“Please don’t stop!” she whispered again.

“Oh, I don’t plan on stopping, not until my dirty girl cums all over my hand, not until my sexy little kitten cums again and again.”

My finger pressed in even more deeply, and my thumb continued it’s blitz against her clit. I could feel her mouth pressed against my neck, drool leaking past her lips as she moaned.

Suddenly her body quivered and shook, my hand was flooded in warm liquid as her pussy tightly gripped my finger.

“Oh god!” she cried, and I felt her bite my collarbone as she came again and again.

Suddenly the cabin lights came on, and the captain announced that we need to fasten our seatbelts, that turbulence was once again upon us.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, knowing that for once, reality had been much, much better than my dreams.

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