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The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, the Brain Suckers from Zork erased my memory…

*

It was the tapping on the window that woke me up. At first, I thought it was just the wind, driving pellets of sleet against the glass. It was March in Boulder, and the weather report called for a wintry mix of snow, sleet and freezing rain overnight.

I rolled over, but heard a scratching on the glass again, this time accompanied by giggles. My girlfriend rolled over to ask me, “What’s that noise?”

“I dunno,” I said, “but I’ll go check it out.”

I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, and the display read 2:45. I didn’t want to ruin my night vision, so I fumbled through the laundry pile in the dark until I found a clean pair of shorts. Putting them on, I kissed my girlfriend on the forehead and said, “Be right back. Don’t let the bed get cold without me.”

She grunted and rolled over, accompanied by the slosh of our waterbed.

I walked out of the room and up the stairs. Quietly opening the front door, I snuck outside and around the building. The cold air hit me like a baseball bat, sucking the air from my lungs. Naked except for a pair of cotton shorts, I heard a faint voice say, “We’re the brain suckers from Zork. Let us in!”

Both brain suckers giggled, and one said, “C’mon Kevin, let us in. It’s freezing out here.”

I was standing behind them now, and neither one had heard me approach. “Can I help you?” I asked.

The blonde brain sucker squealed, then said, “You scared the shit out of me. Is Kevin home?”

“There isn’t anyone named Kevin living here. You must have the wrong place.” A gust of wind cut right through me, and I shivered.

“Oh shit, I’m sssss-so sss-sorry.” The blond stammered out the words, and for the first time I noticed she was soaking wet and shivering uncontrollably. Her fellow brain sucker, a brunette, was also shaking from the cold.

“Do you have a car or someplace close you can get warm?” I was hesitant to invite the Zorkians in, but I didn’t want them to die in the alley behind my apartment, either.

“No, we’re from Fort Collins. We ccc-came ddd-down with some friends and they left us. I th-th-thought I knew a guy named Kevin here.”

There was nowhere close by to get shelter, and the two Zorkians would be in serious shit in another 15 minutes.

“Come on inside,” I said, “you can crash on our living room floor. I’ll get you two some blankets and pillows.”

“How do we know you’re not a serial killer?” The brunette spoke for the first time, and I could tell she was actually serious.

“You don’t, but you’re in the beginning stages of hypothermia. If you don’t get warm soon, you’ve got a good chance of dying. Besides,” I said in my most convincing voice, “I live with my girlfriend. We’d both have to be serial killers, and what are the chances of that?”

The brunette Zorkian was contemplating her options, but the blonde had already made up her mind. “Let’s go Faith, I’m fff-freezing to death.”

I led them inside and upstairs to the living room. Both had trouble walking up the steps, and I wondered if they were really drunk or in worse shape than I thought.

I cranked the heat (which wouldn’t accomplish much, but made me feel better) and said, “I’ll be right back with some dry clothes and blankets. Make yourself at home.” I pointed to the couch.

When I got down to the bedroom, my girlfriend was awake. “What’s going on?”

“It’s just a couple of drunk party girls from CSU, looking for someone they thought lived here. They’ve been out in this weather for a while, and both are looking a little hypothermic. I told them they could crash here, so I’m just going to give them dry clothes and some blankets.”

“Do you want me to make a pot of coffee?” My girlfriend had a talent for nurturing.

“No, I don’t think it’s necessary. Just dry clothes and blankets should get them warm quick enough. I’ll probably build a fire to heat the living room.” Our apartment may not have had a great furnace, but it did have a massive stone fireplace. If I could get a fire going, the room would be warm in no time.

“Do you need me to help you?” I could tell from her voice that she was already drifting back to sleep.

I walked over, kissed her on the forehead and said, “Go back to sleep. I’ll be down as soon as I can.”

Grabbing two pairs of sweatpants and a couple küçükçekmece escort of fleece pullovers, I headed back upstairs. Stopping at the hall closet, I grabbed a blanket and a sleeping bag. With my arms full, I made it upstairs. The brunette was curled in the fetal position on the couch, while the blonde surfed for something to watch on TV.

“Hey,” I said, “it’s not a good idea for your friend to go to sleep right now. Let’s wake her up and get her changed.”

“Sure thing,” the blonde said, getting up to help her friend. As she stood up, I noticed she had shed her jeans and cotton sweater. Her nipples were fully erect and poking through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. I tried not to stare, but her breasts were stunning. Thirty six D was my guess, and I felt my cock stir inside my shorts.

“Here,” I said, handing her the sweat pants and fleece, “these will have you warm in no time.” I was thinking about a cold shower, myself.

“Cool, thanks. I’m Hope, by the way.” Hope turned her back to me and pulled off her wet t-shirt before putting on the fleece top. As she stepped into the sweatpants, I noticed an ornate tattoo on the small of her back.

“I’m Keith,” I said, because I didn’t think she’d believe my name was Charity, “nice to meet you. Great ink, by the way.”

Hope smiled and said “Thanks, wanna see it?”

“Sure,” I replied, wondering how my girlfriend would take this encounter if she suddenly walked upstairs.

Hope walked over to me and spun around. Hiking the waistband of her sweats and her panties down to the top of her ass, she revealed a full color Chinese dragon. The work was high-end, and it covered her back from hip to hip.

“Wow, great ink. Whoever did that is an artist. Why the dragon?”

“I’m a Dragon,” Hope answered, “it’s my Chinese zodiac symbol.”

“I thought you were a Zorkian.” I countered, and we both laughed.

Hope spun around to face me and stepped close. I could smell her shampoo, and I felt her arms wrap around my back. Her breasts pressed into my bare chest and I felt her breath on my cheek. I looked down into her eyes, and they were the most amazing shade of blue I’d ever seen. She lingered for a second, looking for a reaction from me. I stood like a statue, not sure of what would happen if I moved.

“Thank you,” she said, “you didn’t have to let us in. I don’t know what we would have done out there. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

She was close enough to kiss, but I couldn’t. Not with my girlfriend under the same roof. My cock, of course, had other ideas, and I’m sure Hope could feel it pressed against her.

“I can’t,” I said, “my girlfriend is asleep downstairs.”

“That’s too bad,” Hope whispered in my ear, “because I get so horny when I drink.”

This was quickly becoming a bad situation, so I reminded her, “We’ve got to get your friend out of her wet clothes.”

“Oh, yeah, right. Can you help me with her? I don’t think I can do it by myself.”

“Sure, but we should try to wake her up first.” I wasn’t sure how Faith would take to a strange man undressing her. Hell, she already thought I was a serial killer.

“Not a chance. When she’s this wasted, she’ll sleep through anything.” Hope was already grabbing Faith’s legs to stretch her out on the couch. Faith stirred and mumbled something, but didn’t wake up. I wondered how much vomit I’d be cleaning up in the morning.

We got her shoes and socks off, then Hope undid her friend’s jeans. “You’ll need to help me lift her ass off the couch so I can get her pants down.” Hope was pulling on the legs, but getting nowhere fast. I stepped next to the couch and slid my arms under Faiths back. Lifting her back and ass off the couch was all the help Hope needed. Faith’s jeans came off in one quick movement, and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her right leg rolled off the couch, and I had a front row seat view of her shaven pussy. A silver bar pierced her clitoris, and I was close enough to smell her scent. My cock, which had gone back to sleep after the close encounter with Hope, was now fully awake.

“Give me a hand” I said, reaching for the other pair of sweatpants.

“Umm, I’d rather give you a mouth.” Hope was on her knees next to me, and suddenly her hand ran up my shorts to grab my cock. Before I could stop her, she had my cock out and her lips were wrapped around it. She’d bobbed her head up and down my shaft twice şişli escort before I shot back like I’d been maced.

“Hope” I said, “you’ve got to stop that. I mean you’re incredibly hot and all, but my girlfriend is right downstairs.”

“No I’m not.” It was Karen’s voice from behind me, but it took a second to register. When it did, my cock shrank immediately.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” Hope stammered out an apology while I stared at the bottomless drunk girl passed out on my couch. I wondered how things had gone bad so quickly.

“No need to apologize, Keith has a great cock. And an even better tongue.” It was Karen’s voice, and to my amazement she didn’t sound angry at all.

Not sure where any of this was going, I said, “Let’s get Faith dressed and we’ll get a fire built.”

Karen turned to me and said, “You get the fire going, and I’ll work with Hope to get some clothes on her friend. I’m Karen, by the way.”

“I’m Hope, and I was out of line. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, but we should get some clothes on your friend before she freezes to death.” Karen reached out her hand and helped Hope get up from the floor.

I scrambled to start a fire while Karen and Hope got sweatpants and a pullover on Faith. When they were done dressing her, they rolled her on her side in case she did get sick. When they were done, they covered her with the sleeping bag and put a wastebasket by her head. Just in case.

I’d managed to get a respectable fire going, and the living room was comfortable. It would be cold by morning, so I was about to suggest that I find another blanket for Hope. Karen beat me to it by saying, “We’ve got a king sized waterbed downstairs. It’ll be too cold up here for just the blanket by the morning, so why don’t you come to bed with us?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wasn’t sure what Karen meant, but I was sure that I’d be proceeding with caution, regardless of Hope’s reply.

“I’d like that very much,” Hope answered.

“Keith?” Karen was asking, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. I was hoping this wasn’t some kind of test.

“Works for me,” I said, and my head swam with the possibilities.

Karen and Hope headed downstairs while I locked up and went to the bathroom. By the time I walked in the room, Karen was on one side on the bed with Hope on the other. The middle, it appeared, was reserved for me.

I started to climb over Karen when she said, “You’re going to have to lose the shorts before you get in here. Hope and I will keep you warm enough.”

Mystery solved, I thought, and my cock began to stiffen as soon as I got my shorts off.

I climbed into the middle of the bed, and immediately felt Karen’s hand on my now hard cock. Hope crawled next to me and wrapped her leg around my thigh. She moaned as she started to grind her pussy against my upper leg. Hope’s hand found Karen’s right breast, and she began to gently stroke the nipple. Karen has extremely sensitive breasts, and can actually cum from her nipples being played with. Before long, Hope was tugging on Karen’s nipple, and forcefully pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. Hope continued to ride my thigh, and I reached down to slide a finger up and down Karen’s slit. She was already wet, and my well lubricated finger began rolling slow circles across her swollen clit. Karen’s moans grew louder, and I knew she would cum quickly if Hope and I kept this up.

“Can I suck on your nipples?” Hope asked Karen in a voice husky with sex.

“Yes” was Karen’s reply.

I threw back the covers and pulled Karen diagonally across the bed. Scooting down, I parted her legs and kissed my way up her inner thigh. It was clear that she wanted to cum, but I was having fun and wanted to draw it out a bit longer. When my tongue reached her slit, I ran it quickly up and down the length before I buried it deep inside her pussy. Karen let out a moan and a twitch, and my tongue began to work its way up the outside of her labia, across her clit and down the other side. Hope moved into position and began to suck and bite at Karen’s nipples. With my tongue now making smaller, faster laps on Karen’s clit I slid one, then two fingers inside of her. Drawing them towards me, I began to stroke her g-spot as Hope began biting Karen’s nipples with some urgency.

Judging from her increasing moans and twitches, Karen was rapidly approaching the big O. It began in little waves, and şirinevler escort I felt the bed ripple as she grabbed the sheets.

“Oh fuck, FUCK,FUCK DON’T STOP! Oh fuck that feels so good — right there!” Karen moaned and thrashed her head from side to side as her orgasm spiraled out of control. Hope was tugging on one of Karen’s nipples as she sucked on the other. I slowed down with my tongue and avoided Karen’s clit, but kept my fingers inside her, trying to extend the length of her climax. I felt her contractions grow weaker as the orgasm finished.

Karen lay on her back, and I watched her breathing return to normal. Hope lay on her side, and I noticed that she was slowly stroking her own pussy. I climbed up to begin sucking on Hope’s nipples, and my hand replaced her own on her clit.

“Ummmm,” Hope said as her eyes closed and her head rolled back. “Be rough with my nipples. Bite them. Hard.” Hope barked. It was a command, not a suggestion, so I complied.

“Harder. Really fucking bite them.” Any harder, I thought, and I’d break the skin. Still, I did as she asked, alternating from left to right. My thumb and forefinger began to pinch and roll her clit, which she clearly enjoyed. Her ass rose from the bed to hump my hand, and she was panting in short gasps.

It was Karen’s turn to direct the action.

“Keith, lay on your back. Hope, climb over him and suck his cock. Keith, lick her pussy.”

It sounded good to me, and Hope raised no objections. Spreading her legs, she lowered her ass to my face. My lips found her clit and began to suck and nibble it.

“Um, yeah. Good. Like that.” Hope stopped sucking my cock just long enough to reply.

I felt her lips wrap around the head of my cock, then felt her take my cock all the way into her throat. She’d slowly back off, then circle the head of my cock with her tongue. To make sure that I didn’t go numb, she’d alternate these rhythms with short head bobs and a firm grip with her hand on the shaft of my cock. Hope clearly enjoyed sucking cock, and was very good at it.

In return, I was thoroughly enjoying tonguing and sucking on her clit. When she’d change tactics on my cock, I’d run my tongue outside her lips and slip it as deep inside her as I could get it. We were clearly teasing each other, and Karen was enjoying the show. She’d recovered from her climax and was rubbing herself with increasing urgency as Hope and I went at it.

I decided it was time to close the deal, so I picked up the tempo on Hope’s clit. Using her own lubricant to make my finger slippery, I worked my forefinger into her ass. When it got past the first knuckle she broke stride and said, “Oh, fuck what are you doing?” She didn’t pull away, so I kept the finger where it was.

I stopped tonguing her clit long enough to answer, “I’m fingering your ass. Do you want me to stop?”

She rode back to meet my hand and replied, “No, that feels amazing.”

My lips sucked her clit one final time, then my tongue began lapping across it with short, quick strokes. My finger moved slowly in and out of her ass, and her entire body began to shake. Her head was bobbing up and down on my cock as her hand batted clean up. The sensation was incredible and I felt my own climax beginning in my balls. It was a race to see who’d come first, and the end result was a three way photo finish.

It may have been Karen that triggered the group orgasm, since she was the first to cum with a long moan of “Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck, unh, unh unh…” Despite my pre-occupation, I could feel Karen’s leg, which was press against my own, twitch as she came.

Hope’s orgasmic cries were muffled by my cock, so they came out as “Mm mmm MMMM MMMMMM!!” as I felt her ass contract on my finger. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm and mine began at almost the same time. I kept licking at her clit, but mirrored her own grunts of pleasure. Hope took my whole load in her mouth, and kept bobbing up and down until I couldn’t take it anymore. I flicked her clit one final time with my tongue, which caused her to jump.

“Oh dear God I have never cum like that.” Hope’s face was flushed and she was still breathing heavy. “Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”

“I’ve got a good teacher,” I replied, nodding at Karen, “who lets me know exactly what she likes.”

Karen was flushed from her own orgasm and covered with a sheen of sweat, but she’d recovered enough to regain her wit. “He’s an apt pupil who doesn’t mind when I give him extra homework.”

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Karen got up and padded to the bathroom. Stopping at the doorway, she turned to Hope and I and said: “I’m going to get something to drink and check on Faith. Don’t start up again without me.”

I felt Hope’s hand grab my cock and begin stroking it. “Hurry back,” she said, “or all bets are off.”

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I eased the car out of the slip road into the freeway, lowered my window fully down and I was away! Finally, a day at the beach! Byron Bay is a magical place and even though it was only two hours away, I hadn’t been there for years.

I was so looking forward to this adventure. I hadn’t been to a nudist beach before and couldn’t wait to try it. I had been a home nudist for many years and wanted to enjoy the same freedom outside, at the beach. I might even meet some new friends!

The day was a perfect summer day: sunny, warm, light breezes and according to weather bureau, there was just a light swell. The traffic flowed surprising smoothly for the morning peak hour. That was a great relief. The radio was blaring out some great tunes and banter, making it altogether a perfect situation.

To fit the theme of this adventure and to help pass the time, I had planned a special treat for myself on the way down. Before departing I had carefully laid a beach towel on the driver seat so that the seat was covered by one half of the towel while the rest of towel draped down between the seat and the door and collected on the floor. I needed to wait a little while for the treat, yet the anticipation of it was making a most pleasant feeling inside my pants.

I knew that at about an hour into the trip I would reach the border with New South Wales. I also knew that, around that point, finally past the sprawl of the Gold Coast, the traffic would thin out and I could relax driving just a bit, giving me the opportunity to focus on other things as well.

And so it was that while passing the turn-off to “Tropical Fruit World” and Murwillumbah, I pulled my shirt out of my jeans amd using one hand, undid all of the buttons and let it open up exposing my chest, both nipples and my abdomen. It felt great to be exposed like this and a little exciting. Driving along, I playfully rubbed and tweaked my nipples as I find this very pleasurable.

After a short period of nipple play other parts of me were stirring in harmony. My cock seems to have a direct line to my nipples! It was then that I undid the belt of my jeans with one hand, still steering with the other. Next I slid down the zipper and undid the button of my jeans. This allowed me reach my hand inside my underpants and feel my still flaccid cock. Even soft it felt nice to touch. I had shaved my balls in the shower before leaving and they felt great. My cock is cut and the head of my cock is very sensitive. The gentle strokes were enough to initiate the familiar chain reaction as my cock began to stiffen.

The access to my cock was quite constrained as I was still in my pants and my cock was growing. The traffic was now quite light and the road straight so I removed my hand from my cock and taking my other hand from the steering wheel quickly slipped my pants and underpants from my hips down to my knees! My cock, sensing its new freedom, now responded more fully and grew to an upright erection. I spread my thighs and returned one hand to feeling my cock’s shaft, head and balls. I imagined how good it would be to have a nude co-pilot travelling with me.

It was a long time fantasy of mine to drive naked! I did not stop playing with myself even when other vehicles passed, this being part of the thrill, hoping some fellow traveller might look in and be pleasantly surprised by the sight of a nice hard cock on display. However, if I were to be slowed by roadworks, for example, I could simply pull the draped towel over my bulging manhood to conceal it.

It was very enjoyable alternating between stroking my exposed cock and tweaking my nipples. I felt my balls and occasionally touched behind my balls towards my crinkly arsehole. One time I pretended that my cock was a gear stick and moved smoothly through the gears making several gear changes up and down.

At one point a truck driver in a higher driving cabin passed and sounded his horn, giving me the thumbs up. I think ataköy escort he would have been pleased if I had followed him into the next rest stop, but I had other plans today! I felt a tingling in my balls, signalling that I needed to ease off a bit, edging it, keeping that pleasure for later for later, maybe when I was home. In fact, I was relieved to be soon leaving the freeway and heading east towards Broken Head and my destination of Kings Beach.

Finally at Broken Head, I took the gravel road on the right rising invitingly into the coastal rainforest. Dust hung in the air, lit by shafts of sunlight creating an atmosphere of steamy anticipation. The little parking bay came into view on the left at the top of the first headland. I found a parking spot and was pleased to see quite a few cars already there. Kings Beach was not an “official” nude beach and I thought it reassuring others would be there. I buttoned my shirt and readjusted my pants. Hopping out of my car, I gathered my beach bag put on my hat and was soon walking through the beautiful rainforest down towards a perfect beach.

It was a magic day, blue cloudless sky, dark blue ocean with clean sets of gentle waves breaking on golden sand. At a lookout near the beach, I could see some hikers walking along the strand. They were clothed but I could also see some fellow nudists! Two guys, obviously naked, walked down from the rainforest ringed sand towards the water and dived in.

I reached the sand and sought out a good spot in which to set up camp, near the bush with some shelter from the breeze, some shade from the sun and not too exposed to passers-by or hikers. Nearby was another camp but currently there was no one there. I made sure to be discreet and kept some space between us in order to create some mutual privacy for both of us. I spread out my towels and looked around. There were a few nudists laying down taking in the sun.

A few of the nearby nudists glanced my way wondering whether I was a fellow nudist or one of the few others at the beach who remained clothed. I was much more nervous than I expected. I hesitated, working up the courage and then stood up and slowly unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I decided now or never and then standing undid my belt. I felt my cock stir a little as I slid my pants and then my undies down and stepped out of them.

I was naked at the beach and the knowledge that a few people were glimpsing me with my semi erect cock on display sent a delightful shiver down my spine. Still standing, I applied sun screen and then made myself comfortable on my towel. The dappled sunlight felt great and I was able to now better take in my surroundings.

There were a few single guys of different ages and body shape nearby. I could see the cocks of some of them resting, nestled on their bellies or thighs. There were one or two naked women as well accompanied by a naked man. I felt my cock shift position then and so I reached down to move my shaved ball sac from under me and make sure my cock had plenty of room and was discreetly in view. I was getting turned on by others looking at me and by me seeing them.

I leaned back, watching the surf, with my cut cock semi-hard laying lazily on its back on the junction between my thigh and abdomen. A slim guy walked past. He was wearing a cockring which helped his penis sway a little as he walked. Kind of like a small elephant. He gave me a good look and said “Hello”. I said the same back to him. He was totally shaved while I had only shaved my balls and trimmed my bush above my penis. “Lovely day”, he said and I agreed. His hand brushed his cock absent mindedly and my cock jumped. I wondered if he noticed? He suggested I might like to take a bush walk together but since I had only just arrived, I said maybe later.

I was feeling braver now and l decided to leave my lair to take a walk along the water’s edge as I had seen others doing. There were avcılar escort still a few other nudists doing likewise. We nodded and said hello as we passed. Everyone was very friendly. I was fully aware of being in view from all directions and others would be looking at my cock or arse as I walked. It was thrilling! I adjusted my cock from time to time which helped maintain the slight swelling.

When I returned I was surprised to find my unknown “neighbours” had come back from their walk. They were a middle aged man and a woman, husband and wife presumably. Both were in very good shape. He was fit with some body hair and shaved balls. She was slim with small dainty breasts, wide hips and a nicely trimmed bush making a lovely vee starting at the point where her inner thighs met her body.

“Hi”, I said, “I hope you don’t mind.” The man responded,

“No, not all. It’s cool. Hi,” he said coming over and reaching out a hand, “by the way I am Andrew and this is Kerry.”

As we nakedly shook hands our cocks jiggled, Kerry came over and said “hello” and I introduced myself to them.

“Hi, Steve”, said Kerry, “would you like to join us? It’s always good to meet and chat with other nice nudists!”.

Andrew quickly seconded the suggestion, so, with my cock hardening, I moved my towel amd bag next to theirs. My penis was now fully erect and I put my hand, I had hoped very discreetly, over it, to cover it. I mustn’t have been very successful, though, as Andrew said, “Don’t worry about that, Steve. Those things have a mind of their own. It happens all the time.”, which made us all laugh and put me at ease. “It’s just natural, anyway”, said Kerry, “and besides, it is quite a nice cock.”

I blushed and laughed at the same time. I was surprised, too, by Andrew’s ready echoing of his wife’s opinion about how nice my cock was. I could see that he was sincere as his own lovely member had begun to swell in reaction. He grasped it and gave it a few absent minded strokes which only caused the erection to accelerate. Feeling emboldened, I commented on Andrew’s cock being similar to mine and quite attractive too. I noticed a quick glance was exchanged between them as we all sat on our towels.

We got comfortable and made some small talk when, to my surprise, I saw Andrew take his hard cock more purposefully in hand and recommence stroking it, picking up from where he had left off before. Seeing this was like a signal as Kerry quickly repositioned herself, sitting up facing us both, with her legs flat in front of her and now modestly apart.

The deep slit of her pussy’s outer lips was clearly visible even under her wispy light coloured pubic hair. She looked lovely. I, sensing it was ok, felt the head of my cock with my thumb and index finger enjoying the view of them both. Kerry’s nipples were firming and I head a faint sound that betrayed the wetness of her arousal, as she spread the outer lips of her cunt to reveal a sexy nest of inner lips and a lovely rosy pink colour.

Andrew moved closer to me in order to have a better view of his wife’s now open pussy. Kerry rubbed and teased the outside of her cunt before positioning two fingers either side of her hood and, executing a swift upwards motion, exposed her rosy clit, which she proceeded to pleasure in front of us.

Kerry lay back and with her other hand inserted one and then two fingers into her now very wet hole. At the same time I felt Andrews hand on my inner thigh moving up and down in time with my now steady rhythmic strokes on my cock’s shaft. On each stroke my hand travelled up my shaft and rubbed part of my glans as I found this most pleasurable.

“Would you mind?” I heard Andrew asking. Instinctively I knew what he meant and I removed my hand and repositioned my legs, granting him full access to my throbbing cock. It seemed only fair, after all, since they were sharing so freely with me that I should somehow bahçelievler escort return the favour.

I had never had a guy play with my cock before and now I wondered why as Andrew expertly stroked my cock, at times taking a detour to cup my balls and feel and tease my hot glans. He even spread my precum delicately over the head of my cock, greatly increasing its sensitivity. No woman had ever stroked me so well!

Meanwhile, Kerry removed her two fingers from her hot steamy now gaping cunt and offered them to me to suck. I eagerly took them in my mouth and tasted her deliciously pungent salty cunt juice. Kerry returned them into her pussy and now inserted a third and then a fourth finger into her delicious wet hole.

We must have been making a some sounds because when I glanced to the side I saw the man who had said hello earlier. He and some of the guys I met walking by the water’s edge were standing around stroking their boners and watching us. I had never been in such a hot situation before! Andrew leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. Its warm wetness lubricating my shaft. I laid back looking at the other hard cocks around me, feeling the hot, wet , hungry mouth take my cock further inside. Occasionally, Andrew’s tongue paused and tickled my shaft underneath at the soft point where the glans joined. It felt sensational.

I could still see Kerry erotically placing all four fingers deep into her own cunt while she expertly stimulated her clit. One man stepped forward and offered his cock to her which she kissed but did not take into her mouth.

I could feel my balls tingling as Kerry groaned, raising her hips in great climax, she removed her hand from her cunt just before the waves of climax hit and expelled a great gush of her lovely cunt juice that ran all over her exposed arsehole and on to her towel. That was too much for me! I whispered to Andrew that I was about to cum, he didn’t stop but only intensified his sucking and licking of my cock! I came in his mouth like I had never cum before.

My cum filled Andrew’s mouth, my cock shuddered several times. He swallowed my thick milky load, then releasing my flagging cock from his mouth, leaned over on all fours to kiss Kerry’s mouth and then her cunt hole which still gaped open from the four finger workout she had given it. The men around us were all soon groaning and cumming as well in a rain of jism. While Andrew was kissing his wife with my cum I reached over from behind him and took his hard cock in my hand.

I had never held another man’s cock before. It felt fantastic! Warm, hard, powerful and so sexily erotic. I stroked his cock making sure his glans was not ignored. I also felt his delightfully heavy balls which hung at first but soon contracted closed to his body.

Andrew remained on all fours while I stroked him to a massive climax with large amounts of cum spewing from the slit in his cock’s head. I maintained a firm grip on his shaft as his cock erupted. Warm gobbets of his cum dripped onto my hand. He groaned and turned to me and as we kissed our cocks touched. A first for me. Kerry soon came over and kissed us both and then licked Andrew’s cum from my hand. The watchers dwindled away sensing that the fun was over for a while at least.

We laid together for a while all exhausted, happy and relaxed, our bodies intimately entwined. Kerry’s skin was soft and smelled sweet. I kissed her wide hip. We went for a swim together and rubbed each other’s bodies to clean off all the remains of the dried sex juice and it was then that I felt Kerry’s cunt hair and small titties for the first time, her nipples made erect this time by the cool ocean water. I even dared to slide my hand between her arse cheeks and briefly felt the crinkles of her arsehole. She didn’t seem to mind. Meanwhile, Andrew did likewise to me and I to him. It felt naughty, adult and erotic.

Eventually, it was time for us to leave. We exchanged contact details and were pleased to discover that we did not live too far apart in Brisbane. They assured me that I could contact them anytime. They mentioned a “soirée” that they were planning to hold in the near future and promised to keep in touch about it.

I looked forward to it, very much.

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Author’s note: This is a very gay male centric story, but there is a girl that does get somewhat involved which is why it is in the Group Sex category. If this doesn’t appeal to you, don’t read on. Thank you.

Disclaimer: These are fantasies of mine at a real-life adult video store in Dallas named Adult New Releases. The setting, environment and devices described are all real. These stories describe extremely unsafe sex practices which is why I am “living them out” thru these words. In a perfect, disease free world, I would absolutely submit willingly to each and every one of these. Have amazing, mind-blowing sex everyone, just be safe out there.

This particular book store has an arcade right as you walk in, movies and toys to the right and a hallway leading to the left that has preview rooms for couples or individuals that want to pick their own movie to watch. When you walk into the arcade, it is laid out in a square with rooms primarily on the inside of the square. Each room has a leather couch, some are a full size couch and some are love seats. Each room has a big TV to show your selection and another big TV showing quick snippets of other channels so that you can switch to another video right away. What attracted me to this arcade is what is inside of each room. I was completely shocked when I first saw it. Each room has one of 7 different items in the room. They are always located in the inside corner of the room, by the door, next to the couch. They items are one of the following:

* A floor to ceiling slab of wood making a makeshift wall with a glory hole cut out and a stool to sit on (you are still in the same room, but can enjoy the anonymity of the glory hole if you so choose and then if you want more, you don’t have to change rooms). The stools are toilet seats on metal legs so I imagine someone can lay under it and eat your ass or you can partake in scat fetishes.

* A square stage with a stripper pole.

* A massage table but with no head rest.

* A smaller, square, lower to the ground massage table, better for being bent over and fucked.

* A large rig with a harness that you can lay in on your back, be suspended in mid-air at waist height and have your arms and legs strapped in.

* A platform with a large “X” made out of wood with wrist and ankle straps so that you can be tied up and restrained while standing (either facing forward or facing back)

* A stockyard (for those that don’t know what a stockyard is, it’s an old device used to display criminals in the middle of town. It had two pieces of wood with holes for your hands and head that were big enough for your wrists and neck, but too small for you to pull out when the top piece was fastened to the bottom piece.) When in the Stockyard, you face the couch and your ass is facing the wall with the door on it putting you parallel to the back wall of the room.

Now that you know about the place, we can move on to each adventure.

Chapter 05: The X

I received a lot of correspondence from my set of stories concerning my adventures at my favorite Dallas adult book store. Many were from men who asked if the place really had those things, was it really a hot spot because they were flying into town, called me all sorts of degrading names and many wanted to schedule a hook-up there (one even offered to use me like a 10 cent toy, how hot is that?!?).

One of the emails though really caught my attention:

—– Have you ever sucked a straight guys cock in front of his girlfriend? – Jessica

This has always been a fantasy of mine. I can’t tell you how many times my masterbation fantasies have turned to this very idea. To suck a cock (or cocks) in front of a girl while she watches, directs or participates in the action is something that is on my bucket list a few hundred times. I quickly replied.

—– Nope, but it’s a huge fantasy of mine. – Mark

I couldn’t wait to see where this would go, maybe nowhere, but either way, I couldn’t resist the chance of this being the beginning of a dream come true.

It was a few hours before I received a reply from her.

—– Would you want to? – Jessica

I quickly replied.

—– HELL YEAH! What did you have in mind? – Mark

It took a little while, but I then received a rather lengthy response back.

—– Well, I’ve been dating this guy for about two years. We met our senior year at college and we’ve had an incredibly kinky sex life. A few times when we were drunk he let it slip that he thought this guy or that guy was hot and I’ve even gotten him to admit that he’s thought about being with a guy before. He’s always chickened out when I tried to make anything happen and if I bring it up while he’s sober he gets all defensive and always says he was just playing around to get me horny. He knows that guys doing stuff together gets me hot. Well it does get me horny. Very horny! I find myself reading more of the Gay Male stories on Literotica which is how I found you. I was bahçeşehir escort thinking I could take him out, get him drunk and then take him up there. In your ANR stories, you describe something that is like an X that people can be tied up too and I was thinking I could tie him up, get him all worked up and then you can come in a suck his dick. What do you think? – Jessica

I couldn’t believe this was happening. If I played it right, I could most definitely make this come true, however I had two hurdles I had to overcome.

—– That sounds so hot and I would be happy too, but I have to ask. Aren’t you worried about the deception? Also, do you have any pictures of you two? I hate to be forward but I don’t want to get up there and find out you two are fat and hairy and he has a tiny cock. – Mark

—– LOL, no, I don’t blame you. I’ve included two photos of me doing to him what I want you to do to him that he took with our camera. As far as the deception, no, I’m not worried about that. We both want this but he’s too timid to do it himself. – Jessica

I looked at the pictures. It was a point-of-view shot looking down over a fit looking male body with only light hair. Crouching over him was a beautiful, fit looking female. She was very pretty and in the first one, she had her hand wrapped the base of his cock and was looking at and smiling at the camera. There was quite a bit of cock sticking up above her fist as it was wrapped around the base. It looked like she could wrap her other hand around it and still have the head poking out.

In the second one, she had flattened her hand down against his body with his cock being held in the pocket of her hand between her thumb and index finger. She had taken his beautiful cock about half way down and I immediately found myself thinking, “I can do better than that.”

I emailed her back and agreed to introduce her closeted boyfriend to the pleasure that one man can bring to another man. She wanted to do it this Friday night. She said she would get there about 11:00 with him and asked if I could already be there to see what room they go into since she wouldn’t be able to text me or call me. I told her which rooms had the X platforms and said that since a hot girl and a hot guy were going to be there, a lot of them would fiddle with the handle and knock to see if they could come in. I told her I would do the old “shave and a haircut” knock so that she would know it was me. I would wait about five minutes after they went in to let her get him ready. I told her to see if she can get him to wear some tight boxer briefs, but to leave them on him when she tied him up. She was a little confused, but agreed to my request.

The next day was Thursday and I was incredibly horny from the prospect of what I was going to be doing tomorrow night so on my lunch break I went up to the place and sucked off two lucky men and let another one dump his load in my ass. I wish I could say it all happened at the same time, but these were three separate incidents. After returning to work temporarily satiated after shooting off with a cock buried in my ass, I found myself still thinking about tomorrow night. It couldn’t get here quick enough.

Friday came and went, two more cocks satisfied during lunch and I was at home, showering and prepping for the night. I left and arrived at the location about 10:30 and stepped out of my car and smoked two cigarettes as I slowly watched the time click by.

At 10:50, I headed into the building and back into the arcade and stood up front by the displayed movies so that I could see them come in.

11:00 came.

11:15.

11:30.

“Damn,” I thought to myself. “They weren’t coming.

I had been silently propositioned several times by a few men, either with smiles or nods , but I stayed my course. I was here to suck a straight guys cock in front of his girlfriend. It was a little upsetting though because if they didn’t show up, I was passing up a lot of quality meat I could be choking on.

At almost 11:45, I saw a hot guy and his hot girlfriend enter the arcade and head down the first hallway. I recognized her from the pictures she had sent, but she looked even more lovely than before. She had on a short black dress that hugged her body and some high heels and her dirty blonde hair was draped down about 6 inches past her shoulders. He was wearing some nice jeans and a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled down. They had many eyes on them as they walked down the hall and I moved to follow behind them.

They entered the right room and closed the door and immediately someone else tried the handle and then softly knocked three times. When the door didn’t open, he moved to the opposite wall and waited. A few more people tried the same thing but they never opened the door.

I waited a good five or six minutes and then I approached the door and gave the seven knocks in the pattern we had agreed upon and then shortly after, the door opened bakırköy escort slightly and I saw her face.

“Mark,” she asked?

“Yeah, it’s me Jessica,” I replied.

She opened the door and I stepped in and closed it behind me. Jessica was nude except for a black thong and her body was fantastic. She was tanned and tone with a firm ass and perky breasts. I’m sure she would be a lot of fun to play with, but I was here for a specific purpose.

I looked over at her boyfriend who was fully tied to the wooden X. He was gorgeous, athletic with just the slightest hint of chest hair. His arms were raised up in the contraption and his legs were spread and he had on a nice pair of designer, black boxer shorts. He looked so scrumptious.

I could see a look of apprehension on his face as he tried to figure out his predicament. He struggled at the restraints but not with a lot of conviction.

“What’s going on,” he asked?

Jessica turned to him and said, “well, this is what’s going on. You know how when you get drunk you always talk about wanting to hook up with a guy and then when you are sober, you always deny it and say you only do it because you know it gets me all hot. Well it does Jason, but I think it does you too. You must have been getting off on teasing me but I have a strong feeling you were teasing yourself too. I met Mark here on that site with the stories I’m always reading. We came up with this plan where we can all have our fantasies fulfilled. I wanna see you with another guy and you seem to chicken shit to do it on your own, Mark here has always wanted to suck a cock in front of a girl and you, will I think you’ve been dying for something like this to happen.”

“No, no, seriously, I’ve just been saying that stuff for you,” he said, again with very little conviction.

“Well then, you can do this for me too. You don’t have to do anything but stand there and get your dick sucked,” she said and then turned to me. “So, do you like what you see?”

“Oh yeah, very much,” I replied.

“Good, then he’s all yours,” she said and moved the couch around so that she could sit on it and watch.

I walked up to him, stepping up on the platform. He looked at me with a nervous look and I placed my hands on his chest and said, “just relax and I promise you that you will enjoy it.”

I ran my hands over his chest and stomach and I felt him twitch under my touch. My hands felt his pecs, his abs, his ribs and sides. I couldn’t believe I had this new toy to play with. I looked at his face and noticed that he had his eyes closed. I leaned in and began to lick and suck on his nipples. This elicited a moan from him, albeit a small one.

I stepped back and removed my shirt and then pulled off my jeans exposing my naked flesh. I heard Jessica moan in approval and looked over to see her playing with her pussy and tweaking her nipples.

I laid my clothes down on the platform and reached in and pulled out my bottle of poppers. I undid the cap and held it up to his nose and pressed the other nostril closed. I told him to inhale and he did so without almost any hesitation. I did the same with his other nostril and then took two large hits myself. I kneeled down and placed the bottle on the platform and then placed my hands on his thighs and began to rub them, moving up and down. With every upward motion I would get a little higher and let my fingers go up under his boxer briefs. He was slightly humping the air in front of him, subconsciously pushing towards my face.

I could see his cock in his boxer briefs. It was large and pressed up next to his body, jutting out towards the left side of his body. It looked absolutely yummy and although all I wanted was to reach in and shove it in my throat, I wanted to keep this going for a long time.

I moved my hand up and rubbed across the large cock and lightly explored it. I ran my hands along its length, squeezed it and stroked it thru the material. I did this for a good two minutes, getting him excited and turned on.

“Please,” I heard him say softly.

“What do you want,” I asked?

“Please,” he said again quietly, “you know, suck it.”

I stood up, but kept the palm of my right hand on his cock and rubbed it back and forth across the rigid length, occasionally squeezing it with my fingers. I ran my other hand over his chest and looked at him. “If you want this, you have to do three things before I do,” I said as I continued to rub him. “One, I want you to look at Jessica and tell her how much YOU really want this.”

He looked at me pleadingly and then at her and said, ” Jess, I really do want this. I’m sorry for teasing you and not being honest.”

“Baby, that’s ok, I know you did. This is so hot,” she said back, her hand never leaving her pussy.

He looked back at me and then I said, “very good, now two, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me, graphically, what you want me to do to you.”

“I-I want you to su-suck my dick,” he said nervously.

“Not başakşehir escort good enough, try again,” I said and removed my hand from his bulge.

“No, no, I’m sorry, please, please, I want you to suck my cock, lick it up and down, lick my balls, take all of my cock and make me cum, please, I need this,” he said with a conviction, yet pleading tone I hadn’t heard from him yet.

I placed my hand back on his cock and he groaned in pleasure. “Much better, now, if you want me to suck your cock and make you cum, I want you to passionately kiss me.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” said Jessica and she jumped up and came and stood right next to us.

He looked at me and seemed tentative, but my hand rubbing and stroking his cock gave him the sexual courage to lean in to kiss me. I leaned in too and our lips pressed together and we began kissing. Our lips mashed together and he surprised me by pushing his tongue into my mouth. We kissed for a minute and my naked cock grinded against his with only his boxer briefs as a barrier. It felt so good. I finally pulled away and looked at Jessica. “I want you to kiss me too,” I said. I expected some hesitation, but she leaned in quickly and we began to kiss passionately as well in full view and only a few inches away from Jason’s face. I stroked his cock with my left hand and reached up and groped her breast with my other.

The sensations of his hard cock and her soft, perky breast was an amazing contrast. I knew then that I was going to include her more in this.

I stopped kissing her, but kept stroking him and her and said, “Jessica, do you have a camera phone?” She nodded. “I want you to get it and take pictures and videos of Jason’s first time.”

She smiled real big and went to get her phone. When she came back, I told her to kiss Jason before we started again. She pressed her soft lips against his and the kissed deeply. She pulled away and looked at him and mouthed the words, “I love you.”

When she pulled away, I leaned in and kissed him. I passionately kissed him for a good two minutes, both on his lips and neck and she kept her phone pointed at us the whole time. He was now a willing participant and kissed me back every chance he could.

I began kissing my way back down his chest, taking time to suck and lick his nipples and then rightfully took my place on the ground. I handed the bottle of poppers to Jessica and instructed her on how to give them to him. She did so and handed it back to me. I took some strong hits and handed it back to her and told her to make sure we got fresh hits every few minutes.

I then looked forward and began running both of my hands over his straining, enclosed cock and she captured everything with her phone. I leaned in and began nibbling on his cock as my hands continued to caress him. He was humping his pelvis against me. It was such an awesome feeling to be submissive and dominate at the same time.

I continued nibbling but now I ran my hands up the leg openings and made first skin-on-skin contact with his cock and he moaned loudly. I kept my mouth on his covered cock and stroked him underneath his boxer briefs with my right hand and reached down with my left hand into the pocket of my jeans.

I pulled out a small pair of scissors. Neither of them saw them until I slipped one side under the leg opening of his boxer briefs on the side that his cock was not facing.

“Whoa, what are you doing,” exclaimed Jessica!?

“I’m cutting away the last of his sexual barriers,” I said with a smile and began cutting up the material. I reached the waistband and before snipping the last cut I said, “here’s to your sexual freedom,” and cut his briefs free.

His right side of his boxer briefs fell open, bur they were still attached at his left leg opening. I could see the base of his hairless cock, but the hanging material still hung to the tip and my hand. I pulled his cut boxers down his left leg and his beautiful cock sprang free.

I reached up and began to stroke his cock and he moaned loudly this time. I stared at it with great hunger as I stroked it. I saw some pre-cum dribble out the tip and I leaned in and licked it up with my tongue.

I stroked him for awhile and then stood up again. I leaned in and began kissing him and grinding my cock against his, only this time there was no barrier between us. Our hard flesh rubbed together as our soft lips greedily kissed each other. My arms wrapped around him as we kissed and I slid my hands down and cupped his ass. I rubbed and caressed it and pulled him into me as our bodies, lips and cocks were mashed together.

I pulled back but kept my pelvis thrust into his and asked Jessica for the poppers. I gave some to him and then to myself and handed the bottle back. I told Jessica to point the camera to our cocks and when she did, I grabbed both of our cocks and began to masterbate them together. I stroked them several times, rubbed mine on his and enjoyed the electricity that comes with two cocks touching. I looked at Jessica and said, “now you, stroke our cocks together.”

She reached out with her hands and grasped them both as they were touching each other, his overlapping mine. She stroked them for awhile and all three of us let out sounds of pleasure. As she did this, I leaned in and kissed him again.

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Man has a quick forgettery. Carl Sandburg said so. Not true when it comes to Holly, the sylph I have gratefully surrendered to. No matter how wizened my brain becomes, my forgettery is incapable of such treachery.

In our tiny, licentious kingdom, I am king. Holly is my lone subject, a shameless wench compelling me to commit mortal sin at every opportunity.

How was it possible? I shake my head considering this remarkable woman, the best of the lot I have fucked during my somewhat checkered history. Two insignificant specks out of billions salted across this big blue marble, serendipitously intersecting.

An average fellow whose mug is saved from insipidity by a ponderous beak mapped with broken veins, a mostly resolute chin. Nothing special about me, not even a whopper of a wanker to brandish. Nor am I the smartest guy in the room. Even in a small room.

Past fifty, well past it. Gray plays havoc my flaxen hair. Printed words appear as hazy, petite medicine bottle script, hence the reading glasses. Not fat, not flabby, not overly fastidious, firm and muscular enough by God. Boyish good looks scoured away, in minute increments, my visage is un-fraying into an old man’s soft edged, drippy mien.

From the herd Holly collected me. I am so much the better for it.

I am transformed from myopic, occasionally hypertensive, Joe Average into god. A lower case deity, one with an attitude, a Jack Nicholson wannabe with arched eyebrows and skewed take on the world.

Oklahoma born, bred on Sooner football, raised with niggardly affection, meat and potatoes fed, always good natured now. No booze needling me into good humor. Naked, head pillow tilted, legs, one grazed long ago by an expiring bullet, bracing Holly, her voracious mouth pouring on the coals, never letting up. I on football played out knees, mouth molded to her muff, tongue tricking across her clit, Holly pulling my ears back. This is the truth and consequence of our propitious meeting.

All powerful, a towering, growling behemoth captured inside me, my eyes, sleepy looking ala Robert Mitchum, glaze over. My lower rung ego, counted average in any accounting, swells magnificently, fills Holly’s marauding mouth. This is so every time. Pre Holly, my non-elated, limited dimensions humbled me as nothing else did. Holly suggesting a blow job, summoned to her quickened body, emboldened my unassuming manhood with a bull’s proud musculature.

Trapped in Holly’s rowdy mouth, natural or manmade disasters register as no more than pesky annoyances. Say a meteor barrels into earth, wipes the slate clean, I trust Holly is getting me off.

Holly’s merry, intrepid mouth, her other equally audacious ports in action, akin to watching a devil may care test pilot jerking a new high performance bird through the heavens.

Sex, its traditional configuration, its kinkier genre is good anytime anywhere and getting head rules. Yet nothing is finer than to be in a vagina with one’s mouth. Holly’s genitalia, bonne bouche for my face diving satisfies this other appetite. This blowjob ideation and proclivity for muff diving originated in my chilly matrimonial bed. My wife’s refusal to engage, even consider such acts, sparked a compulsion in me for women sharing my fixations.

In her narrowly conventional mind, sodomy was sinful, wore the same filthy mantle as bestiality, other unnatural acts most suitable for the barnyard. On one memorable occasion she took me in her mouth enough to immediately spit me out. For the next hour, toothbrush in perpetual motion, mouth frothing white, mumbling through globs of toothpaste, swearing, I think. No more blowjobs the final outcome.

Made melancholic by my thirty-eight month marriage, nonetheless honoring my marital obligations, I had not stepped out on the little, clinched legged woman. Not once. I lusted in my heart, did no rutting with cheaply available women.

Divorced, when opportunity presented itself, I got and gave head. My solitary-eyed snake found favor with gifted women begging to suck cock. I reciprocated in kind.

For twelve months, such appetites unfed. In those early post-September 11 days, stationed where mountains are highest, the wind is coldest, everyone is Moslem and a good many are mad about it, I mourned the scarcity of such sustenance. Outfitted in desert camies including a rakishly tilted bush hat, most often chewing Black Jack gum, I hunted, harmed to death desperados crazily murdering, killing by the gross, for their nasty spirited God. Damn their evil, misdirected, satanic souls. Maybe I am reckoned for damnation too if Allah has a say in the matter.

Living not so comfortably, I worked out of jury-rigged camp of prefab tin huts and sandbagged bunkers confined by concertina, emplaced machine guns and belted with Claymores. In this forbidding landscape, Rudyard Kipling’s former stomping ground, we had the amenities of home. A commercial sized, Swiss made latte machine was available bursa escort inside a pavilion furnished with rattan furniture and potted orange trees. A three hole golf course but don’t go too far off the fairway, step into the mine field.

Internet was an amenity. A pipeline from this wearying, primitive place straight back to the world I represented, a country chock-a-block with Wal-Marts, McDonalds, ATM machines and Bluegrass.

A Tuesday, evening had come on; starlight punctured the sky’s black velvet hood, gunfire in various calibers popped in the distance. I had retired to my compactly ceilinged bunker malodorous from a community of pack mules quartered nearby. Restless, contrite following my recent incautious behavior in the field, I brooded over my stupidity. In company of my dust beset computer, searching for solace, I trolled the Internet.

Tapping the laptop’s keys, cursor flying fast as greased lightning, sucking breath mints from a red and white tin of them, sipping scotch from several succeeding tiny twist cap bottles, the empties, salvos of them, fired at a plastic lined pail next to my table. Rough grained, pitted, the table’s surface darkly stained in sanguinary memory of chopping off a squalling mujahedeen’s right leg with a stropped knife. This instrument, the most coldly murderous and bloodiest I had seen proved inadequate.

Going here and there, grossed out once or twice, and finding Holly after a dozen or so clicks. There she was, head tipped insouciantly, smiling coyly. Sumptuous breasts begging to be licked and manhandled, bare mons pubis catching my attention, roundly etched hips doing so just as nicely. All given in such excess struck my perverted soul at its very marrow.

Holly fetchingly tilted against a black wing chair. Clad in semi-transparent red shift not quite up to the task of covering her hard buttocks. Breasts, their majority conveyed from under the gauzy material. Gloriously long, shapely bare legs more so in flamboyant stiletto heeled red mules lathered in scarlet feathers.

One spicy shot out of a gallery of twenty such shots. Another one she wore a turquoise chemise engineered to focus attention on her breasts, linger lovingly on her buttocks.

Another delicious sex bomb pose clicked into view after a God awful amount of time. One pitched with a raining cats and dogs theme. Dripping wet, decked out in lustrous black leather g-string and corset, black hose, stilettos. Wet hair smoothed down, sparkling as though plaited with strands of diamonds. I saw no safety or succor in her eyes. Something deliciously degenerate swirled like smoke in her green eyes. In the rakish tilt of her chin, I perceived a swashbuckler’s daring, zealotry for fleshy pleasures. Seconds before snapping this shot, a cock had been properly engaged in her. Obvious signs of such habitation drove me mad with desire to be so positioned.

Holly in dishabille, imaging her and me routinely doing normal and nastier sex acts had me aching for quick relief. Glancing at the black plastic tarp covering my doorway, not expecting any interruptions, I promptly ripped my trousers open.

Slumping forward in my squeaking brown vinyl chair, my hand made a merry band around my unrobed hood. She knew how to attract one’s attention. I was eager to engage in her hot pursuit. Yet I retreated, hesitant. She’d never answer me. Not this wench. No way would she cotton up to me. It was absurd.

Amidst such negativity I cast seeds, hoping for a miracle to gestate. Not to mention my little head, a powerful little bugger when properly taunted, squashed my big head’s sensible opposition. I fired off an email after shooting a wad. Most of which missed the computer screen. Taking my time, composing what I hoped was a lucid, winning and honest word portrait of my particulars. Punched up with active sentences, turbocharged with energetic words, I added several shots of me to the missive, sent it traveling. Proud of my composition, not so conceited about the pictures, I could do no more but wait.

Inexplicably, this pretty, provocative woman answered me. Promptly too. This lass was interested in me, a plain looking White Anglo-Saxon Protestant with meager means and much mileage. In my favor I was ex military, one of the good guys, a confident fellow with more successes than failures tallied on his slate.

She was no sunshine patriot, a beefcake maven, a shallow pretty boy seeker. Across the vast distance we plied each other with the facts of our histories, facets of our personas. I surmised she was normal. An inference based on wishful thinking, guesswork and libidinous aspirations not any real proof. Under her spell, common sense was cast aside. My less than prudential behavior was impermeable to any doubt relating to Holly’s authenticity. In my noggin she was no cyber mirage, she was real and all good things to boot.

I gambled, did no faking. I grew up as Axel Campion and Axel Campion was given to Holly. Axel bursa escort bayan Campion, the brow beaten, roughly handled son of an unsuccessful high school football coach.

A blizzard of spicy emails populating my in-box inflamed me; kept me at a fever pitch. Desire stirred my dulled roots with spring rain the poet once scribed.

Attracted, admiring my service defending America, appreciating my enforced horniness, available, an instrument alleviating my sorry state. Her body offered as reward for my selfless sacrifice.

Holly explained her circumstances, articulated her intentions.

Comfortably fixed, circumspect, home ground bound, Holly trimmed her flesh in all things provocative. Flirtatious, face meticulously painted, beaming a chatoyant smile, impudent body exciting interest, exclaiming look, don’t touch. Gaze all you wish, glare if you must, grin if you like. Fondle from a distance. Watch the rude remarks.

She loved challenging men in public venues to not notice her scornful eyes, her scorching body, then conjuring impromptu open-mouthed amazement and sudden outbursts of erections.

I imagined this superlative standard bearer of her sex, ankles turning in tangerine or polished oxblood high heels, wrapped in something giving her figure a good turn, briskly striding somewhere. Encamped in pastel leaves burbling against her handsome, silky legs, sleek body merrily flouncing beneath, men halted in their tracks. In the wake of whispering silk, flashes of thigh, flaunted breasts, sensible, serious men were deluged by such a scintillating spectacle. Hearts pounded and pricks whipped and snapped until Holly passed out of view.

Away from home, far as the Czech Republic and Venezuela, the little devil closeted in her runs free. Stage managing exposed flesh, baring her midriff, often wearing spiked heels, she’d bend over, break out her private stash, bits and pieces of flesh not often seen in the local coffee house, the cluttered, exotically scented aisles of a village bodega. So she said in one email I often beat off to. She titillated from afar. Steamily kitted out, she’d lean on some poor sod; feel him shipping around in his trousers, feed him a caress here, a poke there. Guy’s stewing in his juices, his discomfited eyes beating the fuck out of her practically bare breasts, some other exposed body part the day’s special. Dude’s mouth, tremulous, gaping, imitating a floundering fish and just as helpless.

Fending off grouping arms, too easily fixed for intimacy, bedewed by languid petting tongue, bedeviled by a word, an impromptu sensation and her hard breathing, sweat soaked body was in free fall toward the thing she only wished to fascinate not fuck. Her aloof amity altered with astonishing suddenness to boundless admiration for this particular cock. She wanted it with an addict’s craving. She’d fight like hell to get her mind off this firm proposal put up to her body. Inflicting torment not being impaled on her petard was the name of the game. Leave them high and dry, struggling with agonies her provocative body did nothing to placate.

Fooling around on such dangerous ground made Holly cantankerous, out of sorts. To a fortunate few — too few for an adequate circle jerk – Holly sallied forth, exhibited her smoldering body, and conferred her formable company up close and personal. Presently, exchanging bodily fluids, she eradicated those dreary feelings boozers know so familiarly, the gut ache assuaged only by a good snoot full. She got her snoot full, felt better—for awhile.

This cadre fucked Holly. Nothing more was expected. She saw no incentive in courting; all the rigmarole men practiced previous to putting it to a woman was wasted putting it to her. Her cup of tea was transitory alliances, fast lane fornicating, randy rabbits ripping into each other, straining, staining the sheets and briskly moving on. Hit and run. Bedding a man, she was a cold-eyed, hot on the trigger gunslinger. I was most fortuitously in her gun sight, a plane trip away from settling in her tiny colony of fuck buddies.

I was muy simpatico. Who wouldn’t be? I said so in more than one missive. As a young man full of piss and vinegar I dreamed of such hit and run encounters? Older, a seasoned letch, no less enthusiastically, I wished literally and figuratively to come upon such loose women. Finding an insatiable woman with no qualms about hopping into bed with all possible dispatch, no whispered sweet nothings expected, effortless, non committal free form fucking. Tete-beche or sixty-nine accorded highest priority. Shots of head action paid to her and me.

A day or two, a week of hectic sexual congress, kisses exchanged, ultimate blow job, final cunt licking as valedictory to kissing each other off, dissolving their interim confederation.

Single for a long time, footloose, fancy free, amiably disposed to Holly’s terms, eager to commence our journey however abbreviated.

Two days before getting escort bursa out of Dodge, a camp called Fort Dodge matter of fact, Duncan Hymes, our best and least dapper communications tech, sheared my hair. Duncan, slender once, stolid now, gray ponytail, a pennant on his back, beer gut prominent as a pregnant woman’s belly, gold hardware buried in his fleshy ears and nose was no hair stylist. He cut hair short or not at all.

Last morning in country, freshly shaved, Old Spice scented, “enough is enough” looping in my brain, I debouched from my bunker. Pale strips of blue overhead were pulverized by wide swaths of luminous pewter and bands of greasy looking gray clouds. Everywhere sky scratching stone citadels, coarse terrain asserting little vegetation, presided over by small and large boulders, sliced by crevices, thriving with crags. Mountains bumping mountains, their loftiest reaches snowed under or obscured by clouds.

I paid little heed to this brittle, forbidding landscape, author of such misery. Not this morning. My mind having moved stateside, to Holly, her soft, supple figure promised me.

Momentarily I was distinguished by my impending departure. Handshakes and backslaps all around, final cup of coffee quickly sipped and a helping or two of the Frenchman’s hand-made, powdered sugared beignets adrift in powdered sugar.

I tossed back the last morsel of the ultimate beignet, savored it, a lackadaisical smile akin to Mona Lisa’s creased my mouth. Maybe I’d cart a ten pound sack of the Frenchman’s sugar back, pour it over Holly’s nakedness and lick up every granule. Toss cinnamon on her cunt, her nipples.

Bald headed Boone-known as Dan’l and horsey-faced, frog eyed Davis-both sporting Fu-Manchu mustaches and M-16s-jauntily cursing me in a stream of profanities, escorted me across the hard pan to my steed. Merrily chewing two sticks of Black Jack plucked from one of three packs tucked in a pants pocket, I clutched a scratched, beaten up valise, all my possessions therein, a Sony lap top and several paperbacks, snug in a black saddle bag in the other hand. Shining tube mocs, a long time not on my feet, dust covered in three or four strides.

Magnificent, alone, inelegant, dull gray, painted in dust, door guns manned by camouflaged helmeted men in aviator sunglasses, blades lazily twirling, threatening to drive dust into deviltry. I, one of three passengers, was clad in sharply creased dark blue trousers, pale blue shirt, blazer, another variation on blue. My ensemble was wrinkle intolerant, bought on line at an emporium catering to the frequent traveler. I was definitely one of those. Most often at government expense and usually to places any sane person would recoil from visiting. Including this sweeping pustule of hard ground where every rocky purchase and pinnacle witnessed man’s infinite brutality and limitless butchery.

All things near eastern heeled backwards traveling by beaten up helo, raunchy looking, down in the mouth turbo prop —helmed by a disheveled pilot sporting a pink aloha shirt and faded, sweat stained fedora — finally packed sardine tight in a jumbo size shiny silver jet where I fell asleep early on after several shots of straight gin.

The plane’s great sized tires screeched touching down; Nervous, clear-headed, the booze buzz tuned out by my liver before the plane entering American airspace, I deplaned, shot out of the jet way like a fleeing purse snatcher. Brief stop at a crowded head to purge my bladder, broken field running through clots of travelers, Holly not standing where she said she’d stand. Mild anxiety sundered by fear. Had Holly come to her senses, seen the error of her ways? No, I was nothing more than one more sad-faced schlep teased by Holly. The only difference my distance. I faced a boring interlude in an airport well off my beaten path. That was I what I had flown to with such enthusiasm.

Saying “damn, damn, damn” under my breath, passengers gathered round to retrieve luggage. In the commotion of banging luggage, disgruntled babies and chattering adults, a marvel of acoustics, the sound of glass doors tracking backward in a sonorous whish, boomed in my ears. A knot of people stepped through the doorway; their heads swiveled to the rear, trying to see something. The object of their interest following closely on their heels, sauntered into the terminal.

Holly had arrived.

Eyeballs clicked in a loud thunderclap. So it seemed in my ears. Men’s eyes licked her, memorizing, many this night in bed or bath, cocks in hand, eyes closed, seeing Holly as she was now. Breathless, rotund males trying to streamline their portliness sucked in their guts. Little fellows dwarfed by taller travelers nearly leaped from their footwear seeking Holly’s notice. Women less impressed, less impressive themselves, their envy thick as tree sap, stared daggers at Holly, shook their heads, several loudly threatened slaps to their mates if they did not promptly look away from this trollop. Holly ignored the furor, concentrated on me, made a bee line my way. She moved with the confident gait of a high wire aerialist. Unhesitatingly, she slipped into my arms with a dancer’s supple elegance and fluidity.

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This short vignette was written back in 2006, a piece of speculative fantasy fiction based around the potential that Directed Erotic Visualisation© could have. Until now it has never before appeared in a public forum, only on my personal website. It was pure self indulgent, wish fulfilment writing.

A great deal has happened between then and now, but I have never encountered a Chloe…

It has inspired an audio experience, perhaps I should release that here as well?

I wonder what you think?

*****

EVOLUTION

Essemoh Teepee © 2006

Soft skin slipping under his hand, her whimper of protest and want in his ears, stiffened his cock. The soft, pliable weight of her body across his lap felt warm and sensual as he lifted the hem of her skirt.

The first stinging slap made her jump and gasp. It was as though she hadn’t expected him to actually strike her. The second sharp slap of his palm on her bottom made her writhe, trying to grind her clit hard against his thigh.

He eased his hand between her trembling thighs and spread them wide. Looking down he could see his finger marks reddening on her skin. The curves and hollows leading to her sex were a fascination. He never got bored looking at women. He tapped her labia with the flat of his hand, the soft, sensitive flesh absorbing his strike. Her thighs opened even wider, as though to encourage more of the same.

“Soon my sweet, ulus escort soon.” He whispered. He began slapping her pussy in a slow rhythm, punctuated by her cries, each strike a little harder than the one before. Tightening his grip on her hair, he held her firmly on his lap as she bucked and arched in response to the intimate punishment.

He changed his style of attack before she tipped over into orgasm.

A rain of sharp stinging slaps to her quivering buttocks made her arch and sob with pleasure, pain and humiliation. He paused to admire the way her hips twisted on his lap.

He took a bottle of lubricant from the side table and drizzled a stream of liquid between her buttocks. The cool gel on her stinging skin and sensitive labia made her gasp and wriggle under his restraining hand. With his cupped hand he spread the slippery liquid over her sex and ass, all the while she moaned and ground her hips against his thighs. Then he plunged two stiff fingers into her sopping wet heat and his index finger deep into her ass, his little finger ground against her slippery clit. She groaned, soul deep, sounding like she so needed to come.

He searched internally with questing fingers for her spot, feeling his fingers through the thin membrane between them. His probing explorations stretching and filling her, making her writhe wildly around his penetrating hand. He felt his cock trapped between yenimahalle escort her hip and his groin, react in response when he found his goal and she cried out.

“Oh Fuck! Yesss, there. Harder, do it harder.” She sobbed.

“Patience, Little One, patience.” He leant closer to her ear and crooned, in that low voice that she so adored.

“I shall allow you to cum soon.”

****

He read the e-mail again.

‘Sir. I felt I must to write to you. Your stories arouse me and your recordings give me so much pleasure. You have such a deep, intimate effect on me, I just had to let you know.

I wanted to say thank you and ask that you please don’t stop.’

He considered the mental image of this woman he had never met, listening to his voice in her room, alone. He envisaged her arching her back and climaxing. It was a very satisfying image. He pulled the keyboard closer and began to type a polite thank you for her feedback.

****

He watched her on the screen, the Skype image was very clear. Her hands punished her breasts, fingers squeezing and pinching her nipples.

Her every action was at his direction, his objective to take her deeper into submission to his will.

“You can feel my breath, hot on your skin. Open for me, let me cover your sex with my mouth, feel me suck you.”

He watched as her legs spread and her hips writhed wildly. Her breathing was coming in deep, gasping draughts and her head thrashed from side to side.

“Feel my tongue slip into you, searching for your spot. Stretching you. Filling you.”

Her intense reactions to his words, the sounds and the wet gleam of her labia, told him she was very ready.

“As I count from three, you feel my tongue moving faster, harder. As I count down the pressure to come gets stronger. When I reach one, you will feel ready to explode in ecstasy.”

Every word seemed to impact upon her; she was twisting and bucking, moaning with increasing intensity.

“Three…” His voice was firm, demanding.

“Oh God!” Chloe, cried out as though he had struck her.

“Two…”

“Fuck, sooo want to cum.”

“One…” he deliberately withheld his next words, drawing out the tension wracking Chloe.

“Pleeease! Let me cum…”

He smiled as he watched her hips grinding against her invisible lover.

Drawing a deep breath he spoke the words Chloe desperately needed to hear.

“Come hard for me!

****

She was sprawled naked, face down on the hotel room bed, the smooth soft skin of her bottom, red from being spanked. Her inner thighs were slippery, slick from the orgasms he had already dredged from deep within her.

He stood over her, one hand stroking his erection, the other dangling the leather cuffs with which he was going to restrain her.

“I am going to do very bad things to you, Chloe.” He spoke in that low, intimate voice that she had said made her tremble and melt.

“Yes please, Sir.” he heard her whimper into the pillow.

**The End**

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One day while at school, something interesting happened. I should start by saying that I am eighteen years old and attend a private college. It is a coed school and all the boys and girls are required to wear a uniform. I am there on an academic scholarship and must maintain a certain level of excellence to keep my scholarship. The rules here are kept quite strictly. One day in class our teacher, Mr. Black decided to give us a pop quiz. No one had really studied. I noticed that the boy next to me was looking onto my paper for the answers. How dare he! One thing that had been strictly enforced was cheating. If one was caught, it could result in expulsion and no school would want someone who had been thrown out of a highly rated college. School policy was that if you saw someone cheating to report it to the teacher or to the dean.

After class ended and I was making my way out, the boy who had been cheating off of my paper slipped me a note on my desk as he left. I opened it, “meet me right after school in room 127 downstairs. It will be important that you be there!” Now what did he want?

When school ended I made my way downstairs and walked into the room I was instructed to. I sat down in a school desk and waited for the boy I had seen cheating off me. I think his name was Billy. After about twenty minutes, he walked in with such confidence I knew something was suspicious.

He got up in my face and told me, “I am going to make this simple: I know you saw me looking on to your test today and that the rules say that you are to turn them in. However, if you do, I will just deny the whole thing and have my dad get me off scott-free and you will lose your scholarship in the end.” He moved a little closer and I watched as his eyes moved up and down my body, again. “And don’t worry, if I have doubts that you are going to tell, you will pay!”

“But what if someone saw and they know that we each know, then we will both get it.”

“Meet me at my house tonight and I will tell you my plan, but I got to run now, agreed?”

“OK.”

That night I went to his house expected just to be there for a little while he explained his plan to me about how I wouldn’t get in trouble. Little did I know. I knocked on the door and he answered. We went upstairs to his bedroom and I sat on the bed as he closed the door.

“Madison, you know how I told you about a plan of how we wouldn’t get in trouble and you wouldn’t have to loose your scholarship?”

“Uh huh,” I said curiously.

“Well, I think we should make a small deal. You do a little favor for me and I won’t have your scholarship taken away.”

“You? How could you do that? What’s your favor?”

“Let’s just say I have my ways,” he came closer to me and sat next to be one the bed and continued to say, “I want a blowjob from that hot mouth of yours.”

“No way, Billy.” I said as I moved farther away from him on the bed. He cheated off me! He was the one who did something wrong and now I was the one who had to pay?

“Oh yeah, I think so. And look what you’ve done to me already.” He looked down at his pants and there was a bulge quite large. “And let’s say that if you don’t start soon you will have to pay even more.”

“More?”

“Uh huh. I’m not playing around now. Come on Madison, I bet you’re one hell of a cocksucker. Why don’t you show me?” I looked back down at his bulge. It was as if he was pointing right at me. I just stared for a moment. “Now, Madison. Go ahead take it out. It’s begging for you.”

“I can’t Billy. I’m sorry.”

“I told you I wasn’t playing around. Now you’re going to have to do it twice as much.” He said suspiciously.

“Oh Brian, why don’t you come out here and give me a hand with Madison?” And in a few seconds, another one of my classmates walked in with a giant grin on his face. He walked over to the bed where Billy and I were both seated. He sat on the other side of me. I looked back at Billy and I saw his give Brian a sign. What was he going to do? Or should I say what was he going to do to me? He went to the other side of the bed. Next thing I know Billy is pushing me backwards on the bed so that I am now laying on my back. I feel someone grab my wrist and hold them above my head. I tried to get free, but in my current position I couldn’t move an inch. Everything is happening so fast. I watch Billy. He is grinning at the other end of the bed where my legs are. I see his hands move towards me legs. His touches my knee and my body jumped.

“I told you we couldn’t have done it an easier way, but no. You had to be stubborn. Now we’ll see how you like it.” His hand moves higher and higher up my leg. I give him an icy look hoping that he would discontinue his actions. I was wrong. His hand continued to make its way under my skirt to my panties. He rubbed my pussy.

“Oh yeah. She’s already hot.” My pussy was really wet and there was nothing I could do.

He took off his pants and there was a huge tent poking through his briefs. My mouth watered, but I showed no sign of enjoyment. I was getting so turned ulus escort on and I don’t even know why. He looked at me as my eyes wondered straight to his cock as he peeled off his underwear to reveal a beautiful cock. He came closer to me and sat right next to my body that was unable to move. He put his finger to my chest and ran it down to my pussy. He was teasing me and it was working. He straddled my waist. His cock was sticking straight out at me. It glistened with a wetness that made me even wetter. He ran his hands over my breasts and then pushed up my white tee shirt and bra. He pinched my nipples. I yelled in pain. He then moved his hands over my head and positioned his cock closer and closer to my face.

“Come on Baby, make me cum. I know you want to.” It was all on me now. I didn’t want to get in trouble and didn’t see another way out of this. I opened my mouth and licked his cock and kissed the head. Once I had the head in my mouth he put it in farther. I began to suck him. He moaned. I felt his hands hold me down and Brian moved somewhere else. Soon I feel my skirt being raised and a hand searching around my pussy. Brian’s hand went over my pussy lips and rubbed gently. I knew he knew that I like what he was doing and wanted more. Next his hand slipped under my panties and a finger was probing my wet pussy. I continued to suck Billy’s cock and a moan escaped me and I almost gagged on it as it slid farther down my throat. In some sick way, I think I really liked this rape-like scene. Brian’s finger went into my pussy and I tried to get it in deeper, but he just teased me.

“Hey Billy, you should check this out. She wants it really bad. And she’s so wet I can’t believe it.” Brian said in amazement.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of her after she makes you and I cum.” I couldn’t wait. “Come on Madison, suck me harder. I know you can do better than that. Mmmm, oh yeah, that’s it baby. I’m gonna cum real soon if you keep that up. Oh god, I knew you were good at this.”

Brian kept playing with my pussy and teasing it. It just made me suck Billy as hard as I could. When I felt him getting close, I opened my throat and let his slide deeper inside my mouth. I bobbed my head and he fucked my mouth faster and faster.

“I’m gonna cum.. Oh yes.. Don’t stop.. Make me cum hard Madison.. I’m.. CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGG!!!” He filled me will his seed and I swallowed every drop, but I wasn’t done yet. Billy changed position so that he was still holding my wrists, but was no longer straddle on top of me. I looked down at Brian. He was smiling and soon took the position that Billy had. And I began to suck him off just as I had done to Billy. Within a few minutes he was close.

“Oh yes baby. Suck me harder!! I’m soooooo close!” Just as Brian yelled out in pleasure I felt something between my legs. Billy’s hand had managed to get in my panties. He started fingering me. It felt so good. Right then, Brian came and let go of my hands. Then Billy placed his cock at my pussy and rubbed my wet slit. I was so close to cumming.

“Mmmmmmm. No, you can’t do that.” I tried to say.

“I know you want me to make you cum.” And I did so desperately. But he removed his cock and just walked away leaving me there wet and horny as hell. I grabbed my stuff and ran. As I walked out the door I could hear Billy telling Brian that he got me wanting him now and that I was left so hot that he could fuck me anytime he wanted. He was right, but I couldn’t let him see that part of me.

The next day I got called to the dean’s office. I began to get very nervous. Couldn’t image what he possibly wanted. I sat in the secretary’s office for what seem like forever before Mr. Richardson called me in through the intercom. Goosebumps ran up and down my whole body, my teeth began to chatter, and I could feel my nipples getting hard through my bra. I walked into the huge office slowly. It was a beautiful office. Not your typical one either. It had two antique red velvety seats in front of his desk. A library with many books to the right of the door as I walked in that seemed to take up the whole wall. The next thing I set my eyes on was his desk. It was a smooth red colored wood and seemed to be fair empty for someone who usually had lots of paper work to do.

I continued to walk in slowly and I looked directly at Mr. Richardson. He was seated behind his desk in a large luxurious chair with his hands probably on his lap just staring at me. He was an older man, but rather handsome. He had a little bit a gray, but it just added to his good looks. And he always wore nice suits and made his stand out like a gentleman. The girls had talked about how his body was underneath and we just guessed that he had a nice muscular body that he hides under his fine suits. But he didn’t give his personality away too but seems to always be serious when the time was needed for it, which is why I guess he is the dean now. He was giving me a look that felt like his eyes we going right through me. It just made me more nervous. I was so scared and couldn’t imagine what yenimahalle escort he wanted. Nobody gets called to the dean’s office unless you are rewarded or in severe trouble. I stood next to the chair and waited for his instruction, “Please have a seat Madison,” he said in a stern manner. I sat. The seats were very comfortable and smooth to my skin.

“Madison, I have been looking through your file and see that you are an excellent student.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You understand here that we have rules that students must follow and when followed well will maybe even be rewarded?”

“Yes sir, I try to follow all the rules here. I am very appreciative to go here, sir.”

“Then you understand that when a rule is broken, someone must take responsibility for the action?” He said and I watched as his eyes went down my body and back up meeting with my eyes.

“Sir, have I done something wrong?” I say very nervously of the respond I might get. Did he know what I had done with Billy? I started to remember and see myself with Billy again and I felt flushed. I started to lose feeling in my legs and uncrossed them awaiting a response. I noticed that while I uncrossed my legs, Mr. Richardson was staring right at my legs. Was the dean trying to look up my skirt?

“Yes, Madison. I am not going to beat around the bush,” right then he looked my straight in the eyes. “Today, I had someone come talk to me about you.” I sat more on the edge of my seat not noticing that my skirt was going higher and higher up my thigh. The suspense was killing me.

“I have proof now that you have been cheating in one of your classes.” I thought to myself, me? Damn Billy. He must have been the one who told Mr. Richardson that I had cheating just because I wouldn’t let him fuck me! Damn that kid!

“I am afraid to say that the punishment for cheating will result in the loss of your scholarship and I will have to call your parents immediately.” As soon as he finished my heart sank and he started to call his secretary for my home number. What was I going to do? If my folks found out I would never be allowed to go to school and lose all respect from them. The secretary called in over the intercom and told Mr. Richardson my number as he wrote it down and thanked her.

As he went to pick up the phone to call I couldn’t help myself, but I jumped up and touched his hand and said, “Please Sir, there must be something I can do.” He stared at how my hand touched his. “I’ll do anything Sir, but please don’t call my folks.” I pleaded. Realizing that I had just said I would do anything and that he might have know about what I did with Billy I started to get a little aroused and very nervous. I thought my heart was going to beat through my chest. He moved his eyes off my hand and looked at me in such away it made me shiver. Then removed his hand off the phone and sat back in his chair comfortably.

“There is a book on the very top shelf of my library that explains school policy for this. Bring it here.” I stood up and walked over to the library. I could feel his eyes on my body as I walked across the room. I saw there were a few books on policy of school discipline. With my back to him, I reached up to grab it. I had to stand on my tippie-toes. I could also feel my skirt rising higher and higher up my thighs. I touched one of the books as I felt my skirt rise right below my ass and asked, “Is this what you wanted, sir?” Hoping he realized that I was talking about the book not my position.

“Yes.” He said with a different tone. I tingled. As I tried to get the book down for a brief second I could tell that my panties were exposed to my dean. It turned me on a little more. I knew I was getting wet already. I carried the heavy book around to behind his left side of his desk.

“Put it there.” He instructed to the right side of his desk. The farthest point possible. So I reached over him trying to reach across but I wasn’t long enough. Before I could do anything I realized that I had just positioned myself over his legs with my arms on the other side of where I was standing. While still trying to place the book where he asked, I felt his hand touch my leg. I froze. I couldn’t move my body and I couldn’t speak. I felt his hand trail higher up my leg.

“I can think of one way that I wouldn’t call your folks and a way to punish you for what you’ve done.” His hand moved slowly under my skirt over my panty-covered ass, which was right below his face by the way I was positioned. “What cute white cotton panties, very nice.” Oh my, I hope he didn’t see the huge wet spot.

“God, you have a beautiful body, Madison. I see you walking through school in that hot sexy uniform not caring about what effect you have on the boys and me. You don’t know how you make me feel just by looking at you in that short skirt uniform,” he said gently as I felt another hand exploring and squeezing my ass. I felt his hands reach to the crotch of my panties and he rubbed them. All I could do was moan as he said, “mmmm, she’s already wet, very nice.” It was true. I was so turned on and getting wetter by the minute.

I felt his hands on each one of my hips as his grabbed the elastic sides of my panties with each thumb and pulled.

“I think naughty girls who cheat should get a good spanking.” He said as he ever so slowly slid my panties over my ass and down my thighs and left them at my knees. I thought I was going to cum right then, but I didn’t. He slowly raised my skirt exposing my ass to his eyes and everything else. He caressed my ass and thighs without ever touching my pussy. It felt so good. It was like he was trying to tease me and get me hot.
And it was working well. I wanted him to play with me. Getting so hot and wet with the boys yesterday and not being able to cum then was killing me. I needed to cum and was hoping that Mr. Richardson would be of great help.

“Lay across my lap now.” He commanded. It was turning me on so much how he was telling me what to do. I did what he said. As soon as my weight was on him I could feel the warm from his body not to mention something hard and poking me in the stomach.

“I’m going to spank this lovely ass now and give you your punishment you naughty girl,” his dirty words were making me so hot. All I could do was let out a moan of passion.

“Have you ever been spank, Madison?” But before I could speak, SMACK!!! Oh my god, he spanked me and it was hard. I felt a light sting on my ass along with a familiar tingle, too.

“No, sir.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He was hitting me hard. Each time he slapped my ass I could feel myself rubbing against what seemed like a huge cock. SMACK! SMACK! I could feel my ass turning red and it started to hurt. It was also setting my pussy on fire.

“Then I better make this is good one.” SMACK! SMACK!

“Sir, please. It hurts so much. Please stop!” I cried out.

“This isn’t for your pleasure, Madison, but a punishment you got yourself!” SMACK! SMACK!

“Please, sir, I beg you. I can’t take anymore. It’s hurts too much, please!”

“Really.” He said sarcastically. “You don’t like me spanking your sweet ass?”

“No, sir, please stop!” this little game had made me more aroused than I had ever been. My pussy was so hot I knew I was close to cumming. I hoped that he didn’t notice.

“That’s right, beg me to stop.” SMACK! SMACK!

“Please, Mr. Richardson. I beg you. Please stop spanking my ass. It hurts too much,” I whimpered. And he stopped. He began to caress my red-hot ass and it felt wonderful to his touch.

“Did you like me spanking you?” Again before I could answer I felt his hand roam my ass and this time he went straight to my pussy. Oh god. He ran his fingers over my swollen wet pussy lips. All I could do was moan and tingle. He was teasing me with his slow fingers and I loved it more than anything.

“Oh my. I think you liked it. I think you loved it. Your pussy is drenched. And I bet you came a few times, too.” He said as he slipped a finger over my swollen clit and took it away.

“Mmmmmm,” escaped my mouth. I wanted him to play with me and never stop. And he could tell that’s how I felt, too. He rubbed my pussy slowly and pushed a finger inside of my hot wet tunnel. He began to fuck me too slowly. I tried moving my hips so that I could force his finger in farther, but it didn’t work too well and he knew it.

“What do you want?” He knew he had me right where he wanted me and wanted to hear me beg him to touch me.

“I want to feel you touch me, please sir,” I begged like he wanted. I then felt his finger slide in deeper.

“Where?”

“My pussy sir,” I said saying the word pussy slowly and in a pleading and sexy tone. He began to finger me a little harder and faster. My breathing quickened and I moan many times. He got harder and faster while he thumbed my stiff clit. I felt another finger enter me. I could feel my inner walls stretch a bit. His two fingers went in and out of my pussy really fast and he brought me to orgasm rather soon.

“OOOoohh, mmmmmm.” I came all over his hand and could feel it flow down my ass. I watched as he brought his cum covered fingers to his face and licked and sucked them clean. After I came down from my hard trip, I realized that his cock was pushing though his pants and even had a little wet spot on the front. After staring and watching his cock move a little I looked back into his eyes. Mr. Richardson gave me a stern look as if he was commanding me to give him a blowjob without words. It was such as hot look.
I got off his lap to sit on the floor behind his desk so he could pivot his chair so that my face was between his legs. I looked up at him with a look of innocence.

“I want you to take my cock out that your hot little spanking has made so hard and suck it,” he ordered. I reached up and ran my hands over where his bugle was. I could tell he wanted to be go slowly and take me time so he could enjoy this as much as he could. I unzipped his pants and took out his cock that had been so patient in getting some attention. It stood up and just starred at me. It was so long and pretty thick too. Made me wetter just by looking at it. I ran my fingertips along the shaft and watched for it to try to keep in touch with my fingers. It was so hard and stiff.

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It was a hot, lazy afternoon and there was little to do and even less desire to do it. This being the case, they had decided that although there wasn’t much on, they may as well go to the cinema and be cool, what with it being air conditioned and all.

Whilst he purchased the tickets, she wandered off to the ladies. Nothing worse than having to go half way through a movie, she thought. She finished up and was about to leave when she had the glimmer of an idea. She left with a mischievous smirk on her face.

He took her hand as the entered. She stopped him, pulling him into a hug, slipping something into his pocket. He was about to pull it out to find out what it was, but she stopped him and led him off to find some seats. Not too close to anyone, she thought, which wasn’t too hard as the film had been showing for some time.

As they settled into their seats, she saw him pull out the item that she had slipped into his pocket. He stared in the half-dark, somewhat puzzled, trying to work out what ulus escort it was. She saw the look of realisation cross her face and he started involuntarily but quickly shoved it back in his pocket.

He said nothing though, and settled down in his seat to watch the film. As it began, she leaned in close to each him, holding his hand, resting her head on his shoulder. Occasionally they kissed, their lips melding together, tongues entwining, dancing against one another.

He slipped his hand down over her breast to her knee, sliding slowly up under her skirt. At last, I thought he’d never get around to it, she thought. She parted her legs slightly, allowing his hand to slip between her thighs and feeling the cool air on her moist lips. He murmured appreciatively as his fingers confirmed his suspicions, gently brushing against her bare pussy.

She echoed his sounds, sliding her butt forward in the seat, parting her legs as she did so, pushing herself against his fingers.

As yenimahalle escort he slid a finger inside her, she reached down to stroke his hard cock through his shorts. Mmm, going by the state of this, he really was enjoying this. She leaned back in her seat, enjoying his expert attentions as he moved to gently circle her clit with his finger. She unzipped his shorts so that she could get a hand on his dick, loving the smooth feeling of the skin of his erect cock. Her mouth watered a little at the thought of sucking on it.

After a little more of his attention, she decided that it was time for a change. Clamping her legs together, she pulled gently on his arm, letting him know to stop. Reluctantly he withdrew his hand, looking at her with disappointment in his eyes. She noted that fade after he saw the wicked gleam in hers. Looking quickly about the cinema, to see if anyone was watching, she half stood and sidled over onto his lap, positioning his cock as she sat down.

Oooo she quietly moaned as his engorged cock slid into her saturated self. She simply sat for a moment, enjoying the fullness that was filling her. Then slowly she moved about on his lap, circling her butt and moving ever so slightly up and down. He clamped his mouth onto her shoulder to keep from groaning out loud.

She continued, moving up and down, back and forth, having to stop occasionally as she sensed him on the brink until he quietly told her that they’d have to stop because he couldn’t take it any more. She giggled quietly and moved up and down just a couple more times as she looked about again. quickly she moved from his lap and knelt in the aisle before him, taking his cock in her mouth.

She sucked at it, running her tongue around the tip before moving her mouth up and down the shaft. She felt him tense, and breathed out before his cock exploded in her mouth. She sucked at his seed, swallowing madly as he tried to avoid writhing about in his seat. She couldn’t help but slurp once or twice and looking up at him, nearly laughed at the agony on his face of trying to keep a composed outlook.

Licking her lips, she sat next to him again. As she nuzzled close, she whispered … are you game?

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She slid her hand down his chest and stomach, making lazy circles as she kissed him deeply. Her fingers slid down to tangle in his pubic hairs before stroking along the length of his erection, caressing the tip, then moving down to fondle and cup his balls. Her mouth and lips followed the trail of her hand, leaving a wet path of her hot kisses on his skin. She kissed the full length of his engorged cock and then took him completely into her mouth, licking and sucking him as she gently squeezed his balls, massaging them. She heard Ramone groan in delight and felt him begin to tremble.

She stopped her sucking and sat up. “I’m going to undress now, but you wont be allowed to watch me.” she said. She got off the bed and quickly undressed, tossing her damp panties onto his face and the other clothes onto a chair by the bed. “Take a deep breath through your nose, you naughty copper!” she ordered. He did and she heard him growl, “Ohhh, you very naughty hooker! You are in big trouble now!”

She just smiled and then got back on the bed and straddled his waist so her wet flesh was rubbing against his stomach and his cock was against her ass. She leaned down and touched her hard nipple to his lips, allowing him a small lick of her rosy peak. She did the same with the other breast, then slid forward a bit until his cock fell down enough for her to impale herself upon it very slowly. Ramone struggled slightly against the handcuffs, trying to bring his hands down to put on her hips as she rode him ever so slowly, drawing out the thrusts to her desire. She kept that pace for a few moments then suddenly began riding like there was no tomorrow, faster and harder, deeper and longer strokes, until she was convulsing with her orgasm, the walls of her pussy clenching tight around his hard cock, coaxing forth his own release with each squeeze. Within seconds of her orgasm, she felt him tense as ulus escort he shot his hot sticky cum deep inside her pussy, their juices mixing and leaking out, dripping off his balls onto the bed.

Penny reached up and removed the blindfold as she kissed him again. He looked at her lovingly and said with a chuckle, “Wow baby, you really are a very naughty hooker. I just wonder how I’m going to show you how naughty of a cop I can be. But I can’t show you if I’m still tied to the bed, you know.” She smiled seductively as she rolled off of him and got the keys from the top of the dresser to unlock his wrists and ankles. Ramone sat up slowly, rubbing his wrists and ankles where the handcuffs and shackles were. He got off the bed and walked to the dresser, poured champagne into the glasses and brought one to her. They had a drink, then he put the glasses back on the dresser. He looked at Penny then lifted the black linen napkins to reveal a bowl of strawberries and cherries, and a bowl of chocolate sauce. He smiled as he brought the two bowls to the bedside table and sat down.

He pressed her back onto the bed so she was laying flat on her back. He chose a large strawberry from the bowl and dipped it in the chocolate sauce, then held it over her left breast, allowing the chocolate to drip onto her nipple. He touched the berry to her skin and swirled it around, spreading the sauce around her breast. He bit the berry and chewed it, then let her eat the other piece of it. Then he dipped his head and licked the chocolate from her breast with long slow strokes across her nipple. He repeated it with a cherry and let her eat all of the cherry while he licked her clean again. He did the same thing with the other breast, another strawberry and another cherry, but he ate the cherry this time and let her have the first bite of strawberry.

Ramone picked up the bowl yenimahalle escort of chocolate and dipped his finger into it, then let the chocolate drip from his finger onto her damp woman flesh. A large drop landed on her swollen clit and he dipped his head and licked it off, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips arched up to meet the stroke of his tongue on her heated flesh as he continued to lick her. His fingers slid into her hot folds and began stroking her slowly as he licked and sucked on her flesh. She moaned loudly, her breathing increasing with her pleasure. After a few moments of licking and fingering her, he moved up over her and pressed his erection into her love nest. His mouth sought out her breasts as he thrust slowly within her in long steady strokes. She lifted her hips to meet each thrust, and soon, they were moving together faster and deeper, soaring to the heavens of pleasure as the orgasms hit them hard. He released his cum deep inside her at the same time her pussy clenched tight around him with her orgasm, her cum oozing out and coating his cock, mixing with his juices. He stayed buried deep within her for a few moments, then withdrew and collapsed beside her on the bed. “You are a very naughty hooker, Miss Penny, but I love you anyhow, baby!” he said with a yawn. Penny looked at him and said, “I love you too, Ramone. Good night, my love.” Then they fell asleep.

Back at the Naughty Bunny club, Carol and Mark were slow dancing to Kenny Chesney’s song, “You Save Me”. Mark had his arms around Carol and she had hers up on his shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. He tipped his head down and kissed her, then whispered in her ear, “Let’s go to my place, babe. I want you all to myself.” She nodded and they left the dance floor. Carol went to the table and got her purse and said good bye to Meg, Walt, Brenda and Pete, who were sitting there drinking another round and resting from dancing. The ladies would all meet up for lunch tomorrow and talk about their night. Carol and Mark left the bar and got into his SUV, a big black Hummer.

They drove to Mark’s house, about three miles out of town on a quiet road lined with oak trees. He lived in a log cabin set back about a quarter of a mile back from the road. The cabin wasn’t very big. It had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen & dining area, and a livingroom. His garage was only half built so far. The livingroom had a large fireplace with a furry black bear skin rug on the floor in front of it. There was a queen size bed in the larger bedroom, and the smaller bedroom was currently being used as an office for Mark’s fishing tours business. The room contained only a desk with his computer on it, a large cozy looking chair, and a table spread with maps of the area, the best fishing locations circled with red marker on the maps. The walls were bare except for 3 large framed maps. There were two tall floor lamps by the desk, one on each side.

Mark parked the Hummer by the garage and he opened the door for Carol so she could get out. Then he took her hand and they went to the door. His dog, Bruno, came running from around the back of the cabin where he had been lounging on the back porch. Bruno jumped up and put his paws on Mark, begging for some attention. Mark scratched Bruno behind the ears, then the dog jumped down and waited for Mark to open the door. He did and they all went inside. Mark turned on the lights, then went to the kitchen and fed Bruno while Carol took off her sweater and hung it on the hook on the wall with her purse. She went in the kitchen and he gave her a bottle of soda from the fridge. He took one for himself and they went to sit on the sofa in the livingroom, where he pulled her to him and kissed her. “I’m so glad we left the club, my love. I’d much rather have you all to myself tonight so I can make love to you, slowly and passionately.”

She sighed and snuggled closer to him and nodded her head, “I’m glad too, darling.”

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Do you have a fetish? There are many out there who do. Whether it be feet, stockings, spanking, underwear or inanimate objects, chances are you’ll know someone with some kind of fetish. I have a confession to make. I’ve always had a huge fetish for men in uniform and positions of authority. I can’t explain why this particular thing appeals to me. My mum thinks it may have something to do with growing up without a father figure in my life – my dad died when I was four years old. Whatever caused it, I have had this fetish since I hit puberty. Well to tell a bit more about myself, I’m a twenty-eight year old woman who’s currently single. I work as a holiday rep for a major British tour company and I’m based down on the Costa del Sol for this year’s holiday season. I’m going to tell you about a scandalous thing I did a few weeks ago.

One of the most popular day trips for tourists here in Marbella is Gibraltar, just under an hour away. I get plenty of bookings for these trips. Gibraltar has plenty to see and do for a day trip, the most popular is to go up, see the infamous Barbary apes at the top (via cable car or taxi) and then on the way back down to the siege tunnels and St. Michaels cave. The main draw for me though is none of the above – read on.

Of course, another major draw to this quaint British overseas territory is the duty free. I’ve found out from my many visits across the border that cigarette smuggling by Spanish locals is a rapidly growing problem. Given that Spain’s economy has crashed like most of the Eurozone and unemployment is sky-high, this isn’t really surprising.

A few weeks ago I entered Gibraltar yet again and as I always did, I paid close attention to the men working at the border and customs. Given my fondness for blokes in uniform, the ones working hard here in Gib really caught my eye. One in particular, a middle-aged guy, in peaked cap and white shirt complete with epaulettes. Had he been a regular guy in casuals walking down the street I doubt if I’d have given him a second glance. But in uniform, it’s a different story.

I had a coachload of passengers disembarking and like a flock of sheep, they were waiting patiently for me to lead them through border control. It never ceased to amaze me how dumb some of these tourists were; they really couldn’t do anything by themselves. Heaven help them if package tours didn’t exist, but that’s a long and boring rant I won’t bore you with. I don’t bother checking what they put on TripAdvisor any more either. I flashed my best bubbly holiday rep grin at the silver-haired customs officer as I walked past. He smiled and nodded. My face was familiar given the dozens of times I’d made this trip. I noticed there was a young Spanish woman sat next to him, head down, doing her best to shield her face. On the table next to her, another officer was sıhhiye escort inspecting some packets of cigarettes that she’d no doubt been caught smuggling.

For some unexplained reason I went strangely faint and flushed, the more I watched and quickly composed myself before anyone spotted my gawping at the scene. I imagined that I was the one that had been caught and was being interrogated by the customs officer and then doing my level best to get away with just a slap on the wrist by kneeling before this uniformed professional and performing oral sex on him. This is where it started really. I suppose any normal person would’ve just left it at that – a fantasy, in my mind where it belonged, or acted out as a role play with a partner. Except that I was single, and role play would never be able to measure up to the real thing…

A week later I’d made up my mind that I’d try and get away with the most shocking thing ever that would lead to me having a few minutes of pleasure with a man I knew only by sight, or it would lead to me getting arrested for bribery, losing my job and bringing shame upon the company I’d spent the past eight years working for with an unblemished record. I’ve always been what my gran used to call a “good girl” – I never partied hard or did anything outrageous. I’ve never even been drunk for God’s sake. I was painfully shy as a child and a teenager and it was only when I hit my twenties that I finally began to emerge from my shell. Being a rep has been the making of me. Even so, I’ve erred on the side of caution. Now there’s an inner wild-child screaming inside me, desperate to break free of my reserved exterior and urging me to be a little more daring.

It was another boiling hot day, with temperatures nudging the 90s. Not unusual given that it was the end of June and peak holiday season on the Costas was in full swing. Several of my work colleagues smoked so it hadn’t been too difficult to purloin a few packs of Benson and Hedges. For the first time, I’d travelled to Gibraltar alone. With no daytrippers to headcount and lead through customs, I had ample time to prepare myself for what I was about to do. I still had time to change my mind – come to my senses you might say and head back to Marbella.

No, I’d made up my mind. I was going to see if I could make the fantasy that had been growing in my mind come true. It wasn’t like I was trying to smuggle drugs through the border, just three packs of ciggies. Something that all kinds of people, young and old did every day here. Most of them were let off with a caution. As it would be my “first offence” I’m was sure I had nothing to fear with regards to the cigs, but as to the other thing I planned to do, well there was only one way to find out.

It was busier than before at the Gib border and in true Brit fashion I queued patiently tandoğan escort for what seemed like ages. I had three packs of cigarettes stuffed inside my panties and they were chafing a bit, to put it mildly. With a wildly beating heart, I kept awkwardly fiddling with my skirt. The uniform was uncomfortable in the baking heat and I couldn’t wait to get into the shade. At first it seemed I’d got away with it as I entered the border control. Surely not? They’d been really cracking down on the cig smugglers and…

“Excuse me,” a voice called out.

I froze and turned round. “Oh crap,” I muttered under my breath. A young man was motioning for me to head over to the staff area. I’d been rumbled, but not by the guy I wanted to see. I obediently did as instructed and was ordered to sit in exactly the same spot as I’d seen that Spanish girl a few weeks back.

The young officer regarded me with a suspicious glance. Before he could say anything the door to the office opened and the silver-haired officer who had been the object of many a lust-crazed dream of mine – emerged. I flushed and tried to remain calm. The younger officer muttered something to him. I couldn’t tell whether it was in Spanish or English. He turned to look in my direction and his eyes widened as he recognised me.

The officer waved his hand, indicating for his assistant to leave.

“I’ll handle this one,” he exclaimed. He looked at me again. “Well, this is a surprise, I must say. Do you know why you’ve been stopped?”

“Yes,” I mumbled, my cheeks burning.

“We take smuggling very seriously here in Gibraltar,” the officer continued, and shook his head as though he couldn’t believe a woman like me would stoop to do this. “Whether it be tobacco or drugs. Now would you care to remove the cigarettes that you’ve concealed?”

“How did you know?” I turned away as I slipped my hand up my skirt, and produced the offending items.

“Wasn’t born yesterday, love. I’ve been in this job long enough to spot the signs. In your case, you dropped one.”

“What?”

He grinned and held up a packet of cigarettes. “Spotted it on the CCTV. Let me guess, this is your first time? Someone asked you to do them a favour?”

“No.”

“I find it hard to believe that you’d be the sort of person to do such a thing,” the uniformed man continued. “But I have no choice but to formally caution you and…”

Sensing the window of opportunity, I grabbed his hand. “Please,” I said. “Let me off this one time and I’ll make it up to you.”

He shook his head. “I don’t do bribes miss.”

“That’s not what I have in mind,” I said, with a look that I hoped he found seductive. He raised an eyebrow and took the bait, just as I hoped he would.

“Okay, what then?”

“Not here. Is there somewhere more private we could tunalı escort go?”

A grin spread across his face. I think he’d sensed where this was going by now. Whether he was going to keep on playing along or not I didn’t know, but there was no going back.

“In here,” the officer said, leading me into the office and shutting the door.

“Right, there’d better be a good explanation. I’m waiting.”

“What’s your name?”

He folded his arms. “Tony. You?”

“Alison.” I smiled, admiring the fine example of masculine authority stood before me. I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Well Alison, I’m still waiting.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” I whispered and pushed him against the door. “I had to meet you somehow.”

Tony blushed and let out a gasp as I kissed him with warm, inviting lips. It was soft and sensuous and made his cock harden and fight against his pants. I ran my hand under his peaked cap and through his steely hair and pulled it while we kissed, my tongue probing his mouth. It was warm and vaguely scented with smoke.

With my other hand I ran my nails across his epaulettes and down his crisp white shirt, loosening his tie.

“Mmm, what have we got here?” I whispered. I knelt down and reached for his belt. I unfastened it and slowly unzipped his black trousers. Slowly I rubbed his cock through his underwear.

“Oh God, I could get the sack for this,” he sighed as I continued my actions.

“Yes, so could I.” I smiled broadly and took his thick and heavy cock in my hand and stroked it gently. Tony’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as I worked my hand down the base and up the head. I started pumping the shaft while leaning forward and taking one of his balls in my mouth. I gently suckled on one and then the other before drawing my tongue up the underside of his shaft.

When I reached the head I flicked my tongue across it. Unable to speak any more, Tony leaned back, eyes closed, breathing heavily. As he stood there my lips parted around his cock and I took the length into my mouth.

My head bobbed down when my mouth was firmly around the customs officer’s cock. I went up and down it again and again, each time swallowing at the top.

“Oh…Alison…oh God, I am going to cum!”

He gripped the back of my head, my blonde hair catching in his fingers, and for a moment I wished I hadn’t got my hair tightly fastened in a bun.

My eager hand snaked up once more and squeezed the bottom of Tony’s shaft very tightly. This was enough and he cried out again as his cock throbbed. The orgasm burst from him like no other before it. The pleasure seemed to never end and a huge spurt of cum shot forth. I swallowed the whole delicious lot and didn’t let up sucking until his orgasm had subsided completely. Once he was done I gently licked the head of his member.

“Alison…” he gasped as he got his breath back and adjusted his cap. “That was bloody amazing. I will let you off on this occasion – on one condition, that you come to see me later this afternoon so that I may conduct a full cavity search,” he added with a wink.

“By the way, may I take this opportunity to welcome you to Gibraltar?”

The End

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It was a hot and humid night in the balmy island of Singapore. Bored, horny and alone, Sasha began to wonder how to fill up her remaining time with something more exciting. Absolutely nothing to do, she mused to herself as she flipped through magazines after magazines, through pages of the current fashion and quirky sex and relationship stories.

“How to make your man crave for more action? Same old tricks, these magazines are never creative…” she said to herself as she thought of her boyfriend, Kian, who was away for a business trip. He had been away for two weeks and only coming back next week, which meant no sex, no hanky panky for Sasha for three whole weeks. That was enough to drive her pretty mad with horny thoughts and loneliness whenever she thought of him.

Knowing that she could not wait that long for pleasure, she pushed her magazines aside and changed into her slinky red silk dress. If she was not going to get lucky with him, she would just get kinky with herself! What else could do it better than those practiced hands and fingers of hers?

Sasha wished Kian could watch her now, slipping her left hand underneath her dress. The smooth material was enough to send pleasure rippling down her spine. Her fingers fiddled with her wet slit, carefully massaging the sensitive area making it all wet and smooth. Her other hand was busy messing around with her well-endowed breasts, pinching gently at her nipples hungry for some attention and tongue.

“How I wish Kian could be here… he has no idea how much I want his fucking cock right now, ramming into my wet pussy…” she thought loudly, having dirty images of them fucking hard and wet. She fantasized about how Kian would kiss her so deeply with his experienced tongue, his hands grabbing her ass hard and smacking them at the point of ecstasy… how hungry she would be for him, kneeling down to lick and savor his ofise gelen escort hard cock just like her favorite lollipop…

Her fingers continued to push in and out of her very wet pussy, letting gasps and moans escape her mouth. She breathed in and out so hard, letting waves after waves of pleasure run through her hot body like she was really fucking. Her pussy juice started staining her silk dress, making her even hotter inside, burning this desire for her to just scream.

Unable to control her need for attention, she grabbed her phone and dialed up the usual numbers. She knew it could either be great or awkward, but she wanted to take the chance.

“Hello… is this Kian…” Sasha enquired, stopping herself from panting and breathing too obviously, in case it was someone else who picked it up.

“Oh Sasha.. Yeah.. It’s me. What are you doing?” Kian’s deep voice came through her like a huge relief. Her love, the man of her desire, was right there listening to her, wanting him.

She began breathing in deeply again, before saying, “I… I am touching myself… oh god, Kian… I am sorry to disturb you from your work, but… I cannot help it… I want you to know… oh…”

From the sound of it, Sasha knew her boyfriend moved to somewhere more private, which made her so excited. She slowly stripped down to her naked self, throwing her dress to the floor. One hand holding the phone so closely to her ears, and the other, expertly teasing her clit like it was born to do it. She let out a few gasps along the way, unable to control the crazy, sexed up feeling kept inside of her.

“You naughty little girl… you always find ways to just… make me want to fuck you so hard.” Kian finally said, a little self-consciously, aware that his hard-on was becoming more evident and the dangerous environment otele gelen escort he was in.

If any of his colleagues caught him in this situation, it would be both funny and awkward. Yet, the element of being caught by others, and hearing his horny girlfriend moaning and gasping were exciting to him. He began to touch his growing cock through the rough material of his pants… intensively listening to Sasha, moaning even more loudly into his ears.

“I want your fucking cock… inside of me… give it to me… now…”

It was as though she was just right there in the quiet office with him, naked, ready to be fucked by his cock. That thought made him even hotter. God, she seemed to have such a great, sexy time by herself… He knew how she looked like when she got horny. Her long black hair would be so messy, covering her face… briefly he thought of her wanting eyes as she went down on his cock… giving him blowjobs after blowjobs… she would stare at him with those dark eyes of hers, as though she wanted him to look straight into her soul. Yes, she wanted him… she wanted him bad.

His cock was becoming harder… he could not resist unbuttoning his pants just to stroke himself. In between his deep breaths and sighs, he said, “Oh Sasha… what are you thinking of right now… tell me… tell me…”

“Oh Kian.. I.. I WANT YOU… BEHIND ME… FUCKING ME.. HARD.. OH… HARDER.. HARDER..!” she moaned, in between pure uncontrollable pleasure and ecstasy. I knew she was fingering herself harder… she was getting close… wetter… more hotter, so eager to get fucked by his cock. If only…

“Sasha… you’re turning me on… I am touching myself now, baby… You know I want to give it to you… so hard, so fast, make you cum all over my cock… all over the bed like you used to… Oh baby… yeah…” sincan escort “Kian… I am getting closer now… AHH… GOD, GRAB MY ASS AND FUCK ME… PULL MY HAIR HARD… TELL ME YOU WANNA FUCK ME NOW… OH GODDDDD YESSS KIANNNN.”

Sasha moaned so loudly, she could have easily woken up her family anytime soon. But she didn’t care. All she wanted was to just let off her steam and listen to Kian’s voice… and imagining how hot it would be if he could see her now… naked, on the bed… by herself, touching herself while thinking about his huge, rock-hard dick.

“Sasha… fuck yourself with those fingers… I am there with you… fucking you from behind… god, I love you when you’re pleasuring yourself… it’s so sexy… god, I wish I could just come all over your body now… just come all over my cock baby…” Kian fantasized loudly, making Sasha fuck herself even harder, pushing herself to this intense ecstasy.

She gasped as she came loudly into the phone. Wet juice began to drench her fingers, causing her to shiver feverously. She grabbed the side of her bed, just trying to compose herself from this shaking, erotic sensation. From the phone, she could hear that Kian just came too. She could her him gasping so clearly even though her head was trying hard not to fall weakly into the soft pillows, feeling so crazy and relieved from the sexual release.

“Damn Kian… that was a great time… I was so… fucking… hot, just thinking of you.. Of us… I hope you don’t get into trouble for this…” Sasha finally spoke on the phone after moaning lightly for a while. She could feel herself blushing… did she just open herself up to him… in such a vulnerable way?

Kian smiled to himself. Trouble? She didn’t know what trouble is waiting for her soon when he sees her next week. As for him, he quickly cleaned up after himself, and cheekily said,

“Sasha, don’t worry about me getting into trouble… You WILL BE in trouble next week, and you know it.”

*

She said her goodbyes and quickly get dressed to sleep. In between her romantic thoughts and lonely space in her bed, she wished that time would go by faster so she could finally put her fantasies away and start making them true with the man of her desires.

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