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We’re undressing for bed. I’m already completely naked and my woman’s down to her white bra, tan tights and white patterned panties showing through her tights. She has her back to me. I’d sensed she was in the mood all evening — it’s time to find out!

My exploring hand starts on her nylon clad bottom fondling her curves. She purrs! My hands slide up to the smooth warm bare skin of her hips above her tights and in a single movement I pull her tights and panties down round her thighs, just below her bottom. My hands explore her soft round bum cheeks and the tops of her naked thighs. I tickle her with a finger along the valley between her bum cheeks. Still from behind I unclip her bra and let it drop. I fondle her breasts from behind, catching her nipples with my fingers the way that excites her.

She turns and I cup my hand over the furry bulge of her sex mound between her legs. Her mound is just the right size for my hand, as if it was made just for me! Through her coarse pubic hair I feel her vagina slit. I slip my fingertip in between her labia and begin to stroke her slit near the top where her sensitive clitoris lies. She gasps with the sudden pleasure!

Her hand goes down and begins to play with my penis and balls. My penis is half erect sticking straight out in front of me. She strokes my penis between her index finger and middle finger, catching that sensitive spot on the underside of the ridge where my penis head meets my shaft. She knows I like that! My penis begins to stiffen.

She detaches herself from me, sits on the bed and slips off her tights and panties. I like watching her do that. My eyes involuntarily lock onto her brown cunt hair between her legs. While she sits there nude I stand next to her fondling her breasts and running my fingers through her hair and over çapa escort her shoulders, aiming my stiffly swinging penis at her. My penis brushes against her breasts and she strokes my shaft, balls and the inside tops of my thighs, getting me fully erect.

She falls backwards onto our bed. I join her on the bed and we’re together, kissing, with my hands exploring her breasts, legs, bottom and between her legs. She wraps her leg round mine and rubs her leg against mine the way she knows I like. I glance in the wall mirror. Its erotic seeing us together, like a good porn picture. After a few minutes of kissing, fondling and romping she rolls onto her back. Her big heavy breasts flop sideways and she spreads her legs wide so her naked body’s almost T shaped, pulling her vagina open. I know exactly what my woman wants!

My hand starts on her breasts and slides slowly down her front, across her navel and down till my hand cups over her mound. She likes me to put my hand there! She moans, squirms and nuzzles her mound into my cupped hand as I massage her pussy. I begin working her toward orgasm, stroking her by now juice wetted vagina lips up and down with my finger tips. Her gasps tell me I’ve hit the right spot! At the same time I kiss her breasts and lick my tongue across her nipples — she likes that! From time to time I ease off working her pussy, and stroke her spread thighs or run my hand up her naked body to play with her breasts. All the time my erect penis is brushing against her thigh.

“Go to my clitoris!” she gasps, spreading her legs wider.

I can tell she’s getting excited without her telling me! I move my fingertip to the little hard juice lubed peak of her clit near the top of her vagina. I begin stroking it and running my fingertip topkapı escort in a circle round it. She trembles and moans softly.

“It’s rising!” she gasps after a few minutes.

I keep circling her clit. Moments later she lets out that high pitched cry — her orgasm cry is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard! Her whole body judders, her hips thrust, and her head beats against the pillow as she squirms in her orgasm pleasure. Then she lays back, panting. I hold my hand cupped over her mound, the way she likes me to do after I’ve finger fucked her to a climax. Her cunt hair is wet with her juice. She’s hot and ready!

‘Come in!” she cries out, trying to pull me on top of her.

I move so I’m kneeling between her spread legs, with her gaping fur-ringed vagina and her big round breasts in front of me. She’s impatient! She reaches down to tickle my balls and cock. But I take my time. I want my cock at the peak of iron hard erection! I wrap my finger and thumb round my shaft and gently stroke up and down across the base ridge of my penis head, as if I’m going to masturbate over her cunt, belly and breasts like I do sometimes. As I excite my penis, with my spare hand I feel her soft smooth thighs and ruffle her juice moistened pubic hair.

I’m ready! My penis feels exquisitely taut, and in the wall mirror beside us I can see my shaft bending up to its deep pink head. I move forward leaning over her till my penis head is against the lips of her vagina. She holds my shaft and guides my knob into her slit. I lean forward. As my penis slides full length into her vagina I feel her cunt hair brushing along my shaft, a deliciously erotic feeling. I like her cunt hairy – it proclaims she’s a mature woman, ripe for sex, not a little girl any more. fındıkzade escort

Now I’m on top of her, my belly against hers. Her face is under mine, her brown hair spread over the pillow. She’s a beauty! I look into her eyes. They’re full of excited anticipation of what we’re about to do. With my penis deep within her I lean on one hand and fondle her thigh and fondle her breasts and her thigh with the other for a last time before fucking starts. Her knees fold up either side of me so I’m in the valley between her thighs.

“Hold me!” I say, and her arms wrap over my back.

I begin thrusting my hips, smoothly and rhythmically. I’m always surprised how naturally the movement of shagging a woman comes. I glance at the mirror. I see my bum rocking backwards and forwards and her big breasts wobbling with the rhythm of my thrusts. My mind fills with images of her in her bikini, in sexy underwear, in stockings, in nude poses, memories of the erotic things we’ve done together. I shift my position slightly to enjoy the pressure of her vagina stroking that so sensitive spot just under my penis head. Her vagina is warm, tight, and deliciously smooth, squeezing my shaft so more delicately than a frantically masturbating hand.

I’m coming! I feel the pleasure rising in my penis. I try to hold back to savour the pleasure like when I edge in masturbation. But this is infinitely more exquisite than simply masturbating while I ogle pictures of a naked porn girl. I’ve got her nude under me, her naked flesh soft and warm against mine! I thrust my hips involuntarily against her between her spread thighs, pushing her up the bed. The pleasure in my penis explodes! I grunt her name! My semen spurts into her!

I remain on top of her for a while. My flaccid penis slides out of her. I roll off her and we lie side by side.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” She purrs. “Love you!”

We pull the covers over us. I switch out the light. A last kiss and my hand glides over her thigh, her bottom and her cunt. Then we roll apart. With my penis still throbbing with pleasure and savouring the memory of her body we settle down to sleep.

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Every summer a group of friends I’ve known forever, and I, get a beach house down by the shore for a week. The party is different from year to year.

Everyone decided they would bring someone along on the trip. I didn’t invite the girl I was “sort of seeing” (we weren’t exclusive). I did, however, invite this fine hottie I met on the train a month ago. We had been chatting it up on the phone every other day or so. Her name was Halle and she was only twenty years old (two years younger than I was). She was a looker and lived up in the Bronx. We communicated by phone and email. Our exchanges were both friendly and flirtatious. These exchanges sometimes became hot and heavy with things like:

“So how’s the pussy?”

“Trimmed and delicious. ”

“Really? I have to try it some time.”

“How’s the dick hanging?”

“Thick and eight… “

“Hmmm… sounds filling. “

Halle intrigued me. She kept insisting we hook up on a date but I kept refusing because I was already seeing someone. Finally, I gave in and invited her out to the shore with my friends and I.

I could tell she wanted to fuck me; I too wanted to fuck her. I wanted to sink my dick in her coochie. We all met up at the shore at the big wood frame beach house. Later, aksaray escort when we all went out in the nice summer water, Halle wore a red two piece bikini. There was no question that she had a nice, tight, thick, voluptuous body. I instantly got hard at the site of her.

Later that night, at around ten, my desire for her intensified when she invited me to sleep, with her, in her room. Once in the room, she started kissing me. She said I was really handsome, and I was a guy she really wanted to fuck her tight, wet pussy. I was stunned but managed to return the complement

She described some of the preparations she had made: she brought her own condoms (all colors and flavors), lotions and creams, and a feather, grapes, and many more.

“Grapes?” I asked. “Are these for a snack between fucks.”

“You’ll see,” she replied teasingly.

Faster than a snake can shed its skin, Halle had her bikini off and in a very small pile on the floor. She was spread-eagled wide on the bed, and was twirling the fingers of one hand in her “trimmed” bush. She invited me to join.

Her fat tits and juicy ass commanded me to strip and join her AS.AP. She was already wet as I slid my cock inside her and began to fatih escort suck her tits. As I pumped her pussy, she screamed so loud that I could hear my friends cheering and snickering out on the deck. Halle was very tight.

“Sex with you is by far the best I’ve had,” she said.

“I bet you say that to all the guys. “

“No, really! You make me feel really good and you’re very big.”

As she said that, I filled her tight taco with my love sauce. Her heels were on my ass and she was clenching my cock with her pussy muscles to squeeze every drop out of me.

With her knees in the air and her heels on her ass, Halle stuck two fingers in her pussy and used my juices to wet her clit and put her fingers in her pussy again. She got up on all fours, doggie style, and yelled, “eat me now!” Her ass looked so good that my tongue led me to it. I started fucking her with my tongue and started sucking her clit when she pushes back on my face.

She came very violently. She went to the bathroom and came back with a sly smile on her face.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. ”

“What is it?”

“Wait. “

I started falling asleep when Halle announced, “It is time for the grape game.”

“What???”

“Watch. eyüp escort “

She sat spread-eagle and started popping about four grapes into her wet pussy.

“Now I want you to suck these grapes out of me as slowly as you can.

I was wide-awake now and before I knew it my head was between her legs licking her pussy. I tried my best remove the first grape and it was difficult I sucked her pussy lips like a vacuum.

The second and third grapes became easier as I got better but the fourth grape was the hardest because it was so far back. When I finally got it she moaned loudly and released her juices onto my tongue, grabbing the back of my head.

She grabbed my face and pulled me up; she knelt down in front of me and put her mouth on my crotch. She began sucking on my balls and licked her way up my cock. She seized my cock in her hot mouth and gave me the longest and best blowjob of my life. She deep throated my eight and a half inches of man meat and my balls too. She knew when I was about to come because she removed her mouth and caught my thick load on her breasts. We literally flicked until the sun began to rise; that is when we went to sleep.

A week and a half later, and twenty messages I finally got in touch with her. I was feening for that good pussy. She refused and had me strung out for a whole month before she fucked me again. After that I was only given some of that fine piece of ass once a month. It was driving me crazy but I managed. We are a couple now and I get it on a weekly basis, and that is still not enough.

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After my friend from the farm next door went into military service, I had more time to date women while attending college. At a dance party celebrating a football game victory I happened to meet a young lady that had gone to high school with me. Debra was a little chubby, still carrying some baby fat I guess, and shy acting, but really attractive. She had long, honey blonde hair framing a pretty face with dark blue eyes. She stood about 5’7″ tall with an hourglass figure, accented by 38D breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded buttocks.

At the dance we spent a lot of time with each other. I couldn’t help but notice she wriggled close to me during the slow dances and was full of energy for the fast numbers. When she pressed her body against mine, I could swear I felt a moist warmth in her loins even through her dress, panties, I assumed, and my slacks and underwear. As the party drew near closing she asked me if I was going home that night. I answered affirmatively, as this was my habit on the weekends to go spend some time with my family about 20 miles from the college.

She then asked if I would mind driving her home since she had been drinking some although she showed no signs of tipsiness. She just acted like a happy girl having a good time. I didn’t mind driving her home. She lived only a few miles from my family’s farm on a larger farm with her mother and father, who was also a friend of mine and a deacon in one of the local churches. We left the party, and on the way home, once we got out of the city, she snuggled close to me on the front bench seat of my pickup truck as we talked about our high school days and current activities. I could smell her intoxicating perfume, Estee Lauder, I think, and feel her soft hair against my neck as she lay her head on my shoulder.

Debra was working as a secretary for an attorney and had just started taking college classes part time at night. Telling me about her work, she was soon relating to me a story about some pictures she had seen in the attorney’s office when he was working on a divorce case. The pictures, taken by a private investigator, were of the wife in compromising scenes with her lover. As Debra described the pictures in explicit terms with just a hint of embarrassment, but it seemed to me, more excitement, I sensed she was touching herself intimately in the dimly lit cab of my truck. Stealing glances as her story continued, I noticed she was palming her breasts, even touching herself between her legs.

I was getting excited by her descriptions, especially with her touching herself, and felt my cock stirring in my trousers. As my erection grew firmer I moved to adjust myself for more comfort.

Debra giggled and asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Just a bit,” I answered, “but it’s okay. Go on with your story.”

Then, boldly, she asked, “Are you getting horny, Will?”

“Well, yes, I am, Deb. Your story is exciting me,” I answered her.

“Maybe I can help you with that then,” she said, and I felt her hand on my upper thigh. “Has any woman ever taken you in her mouth like I was telling you this woman was doing her lover?”

“No, Deb, no woman has ever taken me in her mouth. As a matter of fact, I have never had sex with a woman,” I answered her honestly.

Debra felt the outline of my cock through my trousers.

“Will, you’re hard as a rock,” she said. “That’s got to be uncomfortable. Let me take it out for you.”

I was a bit shocked at this new brazen behavior of a woman I had always known as a shy farm girl, but my cock was throbbing at her touch and straining hard against my clothes, really uncomfortable. I scooted forward on the seat and opened my legs, struggling to keep steering the truck straight on the two-lane country road. Debra undid my belt, the clasp and unzipped my trousers. She fished inside my underwear and pulled my cock through the flap exposing it to her steady gaze.

“Is that better, Will?” she asked. “It’s so big mecidiyeköy escort it had to be really cramped up in there,” she said as she smoothed her delicate long fingers and soft palm down then up my shaft for the first time.

“Ummmh,” I moaned, “it feels better, Deb.”

She kissed me on the cheek and neck; little dabs with her wet lips, and stroked me steadily. She smeared her thumb around the precum that emerged from my pee slit and slicked my cock with the stream of slimy juice now running from my flared crown.

“Do you mind if I kiss it, Will?” she asked.

“Kiss it, Deb, kiss it,” I breathed huskily.

She bent her head, her hair flowing loosely over my crotch. I felt her lips touch my mushroom head, then her tongue, kissing, licking as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and cupped her right breast in my hand.

“Mum, yummy,” she said, her words muffled as she continued stroking me and took the head of my cock between her lips. Bobbing her head up and down in the confined space underneath the steering wheel, she licked, sucked and stroked me.

“Aaaaah, Deb,” I groaned. “I can’t drive like this. I’ve got to pull off the road.”

Her only answer was to go down on me deeper, taking more of my slimy cock in her mouth. In familiar territory about half way between our farms, I steered the truck into a long-abandoned field alongside the road. I stopped the truck, turned off the ignition, and we both scooted across the seat to the passenger side of the cab. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes, her lips glistening with her saliva and my juice.

I took her in my arms and kissed her wet mouth, just little lip touches at first, then our tongues tangling back and forth inside our mouths. As we kissed she kept stroking my cock. I felt her cheeks, neck and breasts with my hands. Still kissing, I moved a hand inside the top of her dress, inside her bra and felt her erect nubs jutting out from her soft globes of titty flesh. She unfastened her bra in front letting her firm, full breasts free. I kissed down her neck, onto her upper chest and took a nipple in my mouth. I kissed, licked and sucked it, moving my hand to her other breast, then I moved my mouth to her other nipple. Still stroking me with one hand, she unbuttoned my shirt with her other hand and put her tender hand on my hairy chest, feeling my hard nipples responding to her touches.

We kissed mouth to mouth again. In a continuous, flowing motion of our hands, we removed my shirt. She arched her hips off the seat, pulled up her dress with my help, and peeled her panties down, and again with my help, we worked them over her buttocks, down her thighs and calves until they dropped to the floor. I felt the smooth skin of her belly with one hand, her indented navel, lower still until my fingers touched her soft, curly pubic hairs.

“Ummmmmh, oooooh,” we moaned into each other’s mouths.

Fondling her breasts again, one after the other, with one hand, as she kept rubbing my chest, my taut stomach, and stroking my cock with squishy sounds of her hand sliding up and down my length, I moved my hand through her bush over her prominent mound to cover her pussy.

I trembled a bit in surprise as I felt how wet she was there. Her soft, hairy pussy lips were a virtual swamp. There was so much of her girl lubricating juices that I thought she had peed on herself, but it was much slicker than pee and the aroma wafting up to my nostrils was heavenly. Running a middle finger between her soaked outer lips, I felt a stiff nub long than her nipples at the apex of her slit.

She shuddered and moaned when I touched it, and more juice flooded onto my hand. I moved my finger between her outer lips spreading them like the petals of a rain-drenched flower and felt the gentler softness of her inner lips. Moving my whole hand against her, I felt another flow exude from inside her and heard her nişantaşı escort moan again. I bent the tip of my finger and felt it slide inside a gushy but tight, so tight, little hole. She pushed her hips forward causing more of my finger to penetrate her until my palm and the backs of my other fingers were pressed against the wet softness of her open labia, both the outer, hairy lips and tender inner lips.

Debra broke contact between our mouths pulling her head to the side. With her lips close to my ear and still sliding her hand up and down my slimy cock slowly as I fingered her tight, wet hole, she said breathily, “Will, I want you inside me baby. I want your big, hard thing in me.”

“Okay, okay, Deb,” I said. “Let’s get out of here and into the back of the truck. I’ve got some straw, a sleeping bag and blankets back there.” “Oh yeah, let’s go,” she said urgently.

Releasing each other, we adjusted our clothes and climbed out of the truck cab on the passenger side. Debra let her dress drop back down covering her with the top still down and her breasts swaying. She picked up her panties from the floorboard of the truck and threw them on the seat. I pulled my pants up enough to walk with my cock still out, bobbing as I followed her down the side of the truck and over the tailgate into the truck bed.

While we knelt in the straw covering the bottom of the metal bed, I unrolled the sleeping bag, spread it out, and covered it with two blankets for extra padding. Debra lifted her dress over her head, revealing her complete nakedness to me for the first time. I yanked off my shoes and socks and removed my trousers. My shirt, which we had already removed, was laying on the seat next to Debra’s panties.

As I watched in total awe, beautiful Debra lay on her back, spread and lifted her legs resting her heels on the padding. Her youthful breasts stood up firm, glistening with my saliva, her nipples protruding stiffly. I knelt between her legs, close, leaned over her slightly and guided the head of my hard cock to her hairy, juice-covered pussy. She reached her hands and arms up to me holding my muscular back softly as I swabbed my cock up and down in her slimy slit feeling the hardness of her erect clit in contrast to her fleshy lips. Aiming right at her tiny hole clearly visible to me in the moonlight I eased forward. The engorged head of my cock spread her slowly, my slick, veined, throbbing shaft slid into her.

What a gloriously wonderful feeling. So tight enveloping my cock, but so wet and soft. Watching her face for any sign of discomfort or unhappiness, I eased further and further into her until our pubic hairs mashed together, my balls rested against the crack of her ass. Her thighs closed against me, and she moaned, “Oh, Will, it’s wonderful. It feels so good.”

As tight and resisting as they had been her pussy walls clamped tighter around me. A flood of her juices squished between us. I pulled back slowly feeling her channel collapse around my cock. When the ridge of the head reached her inner lips, I pushed my hips forward sliding my cock all the way back into her.

“Oh, Will,” Debra moaned again.

I leaned over bringing my chest to her breasts, our stomachs together, my cock deep inside her. Our mouths came together, locked into a tongue-tangling kiss. I moved my hips. Debra moved with me, humping up to bring me back into her. Her pussy clenched and released, clenched and released, always tight, then tighter, as she worked her stomach muscles in time with our movements. Still flowing juices she was so wet it felt like stepping barefooted into a mudhole as my cock worked back and forth in her. Her pussy squished and sucked at my shaft and the head of my cock resisting my pulling it back, drawing me back into her. As we picked up our pace our juices were actually splatting between us, spraying onto our stomachs, thrusting loins and upper thighs.

I şişli escort couldn’t take much of this. In a few more strokes, I started moving faster back and forth into her until my muscles wouldn’t move any faster. Pounding into her quivering body in short, fast strokes I started cumming. Glob after glob of creamy jism shot deep into her. She humped into me her pussy still clenching and releasing, then she let out a scream of sheer pleasure and bathed us with her own juices. Throwing her head from side to side, she kept grunting, moaning and squealing.

I buried my cock deep inside her and just hung on as she thrashed underneath me. Soon, she stopped, and we lay there, joined together, breathing raggedly, our juices and sweat covering our bodies. We kissed. We nuzzled. We told each other how good it felt. I was still hard, and grew even harder, back to full erection, as she did that thing with her muscles on my cock. In a few minutes we were moving together again, working toward a second orgasm for me, who knew how many for Debra. She had cum at least once hard, told me later, she had a continuous series of little orgasms the whole time we were playing with each other and fucking.

We stayed in the truck bed until daybreak, except for a couple of pee breaks. After my second cum, I pulled out and rolled on my side to rest for awhile. As soon as I could stand for her to touch my tingling cock, she stroked it and sucked it until I got hard again, and we fucked some more. We worked together in several different positions through the night – doggy style, her on top, side by side, and the beginning missionary position. I didn’t cum every time we fucked, couldn’t, but I stayed semi-hard to hard and shot a load into her four times. By the time the sun came up white clumps of my jism was running out of her, but she was so juicy on her own my cum didn’t make much difference in her wetness. The only time she seemed a bit dry, oddly, was after she peed squatting beside the truck.

When we fucked with her on her knees and me behind her our juices, mostly hers, covered me from my stomach to my knees. The sweet elixir even pooled on the blanket where I knelt. Her buttocks and the backs of her legs were drenched, some even splattered onto her back. As we moved my cock in her sweet twat, I could see her anus, crinkled, lenslike winking at me. I rubbed that sloppy, wet star-shaped hole with my thumb causing her to moan louder and juice even more on my cock.

When she was on top she lay close against me and moved her hips like a man. In every position she worked her inner muscles clenching when we moved away from each other, relaxing just a bit when we pushed together. If we lay still she sucked my cock with her pussy when I could stand the feeling on the sensitive head.

We even tried a 69 with her on top of me sucking my cock and fondling my balls, but I couldn’t take it. I was drowning in her juices with my mouth clamped on her splayed open cunt and my nose against her anus, which smelled of her musk. It was okay when I rolled her over onto the bottom and licked just her jutting clit as she spewed on my face again and again. Debra and I spent a lot of time with each other after that night, and I guessed she told some friends about us. Soon, I was getting dates with lots of women – friends of Debra, one of her co-workers at the law firm, coeds from the dorms, and sorority members. Debra and I enjoyed sex with each other, but neither of us ever spoke of loving the other.

She entered the Miss USA pageant for our state a couple of years later. She won that contest and was a competitor at the national level, but only finished fifth among the contestants. I never saw her talent competition. She sure looked great in the evening gown and swimsuit contest, but I did not watch her talent performance. I figured I had already enjoyed her best talents – her sensitive clit as big as the end of my little finger, her gripping inner muscles, and soppy quim.

She had slimmed down quite a bit as she matured as a woman. Later, she married a sales manager and settled down to raise a family. I see her now only at five-year school reunions, and we never talk about our past pleasures, only current achievements. But I still get a big tingle when I think of her tight, juicy, active pussy, beautiful body and pretty face.

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There are some definite virtues in having the spare key to your ex-girlfriend’s studio apartment. Chief among them is walking in on her when she’s in the middle of fucking herself with a large rubber cock.

Liz was laying on a big old bed she’d gotten after we split up. Since she had no money, I figure she must have fucked someone to get it and I knew he’d gotten his money’s worth. Liz was quite the sight; her wavy dark hair framed a lovely aristocratic face and bright blue eyes, her creamy white body with curves in all the right places, generous round breasts, large sensitive nipples, a taut belly sloping down to great hips, a fantastic ass, a tight pussy she had recently started trimming into a neat little strip, and long, lovely legs.

At that moment, those lovely legs were spread wide, her creamy white skin glistening, her wavy dark hair wet with sweat and her aristocratic face flushed. One hand was squeezing her heaving breasts while the other was sliding a huge rubber dick in and out of her lovely, shaved pussy. Her eyes were closed and she obviously hadn’t heard the door open. So I stood in the doorway watching as her hips pumped up and down, her hand thrust the dildo in harder and faster and her fingers pinched her hard nipples. She was obviously close to coming.

I figured she probably didn’t want just anyone watching, so I stepped inside and threw the door closed. She jumped at the sound. Her eyes flew open and she looked at me, momentarily started and confused. It only took her a second to regain her composure, which was impressive under the circumstances.

“Bastard,” was all she said.

“Having fun?” I asked, smiling.

“It’s better than you could do,” she sneered. “It’s bigger,” she added, thrusting the dildo into her pussy for emphasis, “and thicker… ooo… and it doesn’t go limp right away…ahhh!”

Liz was always such a bitch. I’d only put up with her as long as I did because she was a great fuck.

I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her fuck herself furiously. Her hips bucked as she pulled the dildo all the way out and the thrust it back in deep, deliberately showing me the whole length of it plunging into her pussy. Her other hand caressed her breasts, making sure I could see how full and firm they were. Her eyes stayed open this time, locked with mine, angrily trying to show me how much she hated me and preferred this cold plastic cock to mine.

I’ve heard it said half the truth was worse than a lie, so I kissed her.

Well, that’s a generous way of putting it. I grabbed the back of her neck and thrust my face onto hers, bruising my lips against her teeth. Her startled cry was muffled against my mouth, but just Escort Avcılar as quickly she pushed her lips against mine, her hungry tongue searching out mine. Her hand, squeezing her breast a moment ago, locked onto the back of my neck and held me firmly. I could tell her other arm was still plunging that plastic cock into her pussy. My face buried in hers, our tongues dueling, I reached out and grabbed her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching her nipples, the way I knew she liked it.

She hated me, I hated her, but damn we were hot together.

“Bastard” she muttered again, against my lips as she threw the dildo away and started pulling at my clothes. She didn’t waste time. She just unzipped my jeans and pulled out my dick. Despite her insults, my dick actually compared fairly with her dildo, maybe not as long but definitely thicker. She rolled over me, her hot naked body rubbing against me. She dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of me and in the process managing to pull my pants down around my ankles. I quickly pulled my shirt off and fumbled to kick my pants off my feet. Unless you’re a stripper, you just can’t do that with any sort of style, unfortunately.

Liz laughed and tossed my pants aside. Her fingernails roughly grazed along my belly and thighs but her eyes stayed locked on my dick. With a wicked smile, she squeezed her large breasts together around my shaft and started to tit-fuck me. Liz’s tits were just made for fucking. Firm but soft, they completely engulfed my dick. She slid her chest up and down against me, lubricating the channel between her tits with my pre-cum until I could thrust freely. My hips started to pump in rhythm to her motion. I looked down to see that smug, aristocratic face looking up at me over those big white tits. The purple head of my cock suddenly thrust up into view. I loved it and she knew it. I threw back my head and moaned. Bitch. I didn’t mind letting her take back control of the situation, as long as I got off.

Liz’s wicked smile grew. She knew she’d started turning the tables on me but she just kept turning. She slid my cock between her tits for a few more strokes, then sank down lower. I gasped as her wet tongue lapped against my cock, tracing a wide circle around the whole head. She let her tits fall away and brought her hands up to cup my balls. Her lips and tongue slid up and down the length of my shaft, licking and kissing every inch of my dick. She paused, teasing, then opened her mouth and lowered it onto my dick, enveloped it in her hot mouth. The only thing I love more than tit-fucking is a blowjob. Who doesn’t?

She took my cock deep into her mouth, pushing it further and further into her Avcılar Escort Bayan face with slow, steady thrusts until she was practically swallowing the whole thing. Then she slid up until her lips were around the head before pumping deep down again. This was new. A young college girl, my dick was the first Liz had ever sucked in her first, fumbling tentative blowjob. I still treasure the memory of her exploring my cock with her mouth for the first time and the pleased smile on her cum-splattered face when she’d finished. She’d always been an enthusiastic cocksucker but we’d never done a deep throat before. Someone had been teaching her and I was sure it wasn’t Plastic Pete. I decided that if I ever met the guy, I was definitely going to buy him a drink. I lay back, rested my hand on her dark hair and enjoyed it as she vigorously fucked my dick with her arrogant face.

Between the memories of blowjobs past and the incredible feeling of face fucking Liz, it wasn’t long before I could feel my balls start to tighten. Liz felt it too. She stopped long enough to look up into my eyes, pull my dick from her lips, and say “Cum in my mouth!”

Now, ordinarily, what guy in his right mind would refuse an order like that? I sure as hell hadn’t in the past. While we’d been together, I’d cum in her mouth and pussy, on her tits and all over her face. I’d even, on one memorable occasion, cum so much into her month that it had overflowed onto my cock and balls and then had her lick me clean. But this was another day, and I had another idea. So I shook my head and pulled her to her feet.

Liz looked puzzled for a moment, before I tossed her down on the bed and rolled her over onto her belly. Then she laughed. We’d always enjoyed doing it doggy style and she was clearly game. She lifted up her shapely ass and quickly slid a pillow under her hips, so that I would have easy access to that her pussy. Stupid bitch.

I reached down and rubbed her pussy. Between fucking herself with her plastic pall and sucking my dick, her pussy was dripping wet, just liked I’d hoped. I rubbed and stroked it, flicking her clit with my fingers and liberally spreading her juices around. She moaned and pushed back against me. I pushed first one, then two fingers into her while rubbing against her clit. While I did that I slipped my thumb up to rest between her ass checks. As she moaned and thrust, my thumb started to push on her anus. She squealed and jumped at that. Her eyes looked back at me, questioning. We’d never done any anal play before, but she wasn’t the only one who had been learning new things since our breakup. That wicked smile returned and she wiggled her ass against my probing digit. Avcılar Escort I dipped my thumb in her pussy and, while rubbing her clit with my fingers, teased her ass with my thumb.

She was definitely getting into it but I decided enough was enough. I moved up behind her and positioned my dick against her. I slid the head up and down between her lips to make sure it was wet, then I thrust deep into her pussy. She cried out and started to thrust back against me. She always was a screamer.

We fucked. I was holding her hips while she thrust back, pushing my dick as deep into her pussy as it would go, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting in again, just the way she liked it. She moaned and shrieked and carried on, thrusting faster and harder. Suddenly, I pushed her hips away, pulling my dick all the way out. She made a little pouting noise. I knew she thought I was done and about to blow my load all over her back. She was wrong. Well, mostly. I stopped long enough to catch my breath and let the tightness in my balls fade a little so I wouldn’t cum right away. Then I leaded forward again.

I’m not sure what she thought when I spread her ass cheeks. I pushed my dick, dripping wet from her pussy, down into her ass and started to rub the mix of her juices and my pre-cum over anus. She gave another little squeak as my cockhead teased her sensitive sphincter. Then I pushed. The squeak became a startled cry as her sphincter clamped down hard on the head of my cock. Her head whipped around, eyes wide to look at me. I held her hips firm, discouraging her from pulling away. She could have if she really wanted to but it was enough to stifle the first impulse. I waited, enjoying the feeling of her ass flexing around my shaft.

She stared at me, wide eyed, and I just stared right back. Slowly, I felt her start to relax. As she did, I rocked my hips slightly, pushing my cock a little deeper into her ass. She tensed again and whimpered. I waited. We’d never done this before and I could tell she hadn’t done it with any of her other guys either. Slowly she relaxed and slowly, inch by inch, I pushed my cock deeper into her asshole. When I was finally all the way in, I paused, laying panting on her back. She looked back at me, her eyes glazed. Then she thrust back against me. I pulled back a little and then thrust into her. She gave a good shriek as I buried my cock deep in her ass. I picked up the rhythm. Soon, my dick was pounding into her ass and she was pushing back against me to meet every thrust. She screamed and quivered with each thrust. I groaned and hammered into her.

At some point, I reached out, grabbed her dildo and shoved it into her pussy for good measure. Stuffed full, ass and pussy, she completely lost it. Her whole body shook in a powerful orgasm and she screamed. I came a few seconds later, flooding her ass with my cum.

We lay there for a while after it was over, not saying anything. Finally I got up and went into her bathroom to clean up.

“Bastard,” was all she said to me.

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Part two Intro

I’m repeating what I’ve said in Part One. I’m a large woman and proud of it. I’m not four hundred pounds or eight foot tall, but I average about one eighty and about five foot nine. I have an hour glass figure, a big hour glass. I’m not beautiful, although I’ve been told that I am. I have large eyes and large lips. My breasts aren’t huge at a forty ‘C’, but they verge on a ‘D’ when I’m a bit puffy every month.

I’d often wondered about what I look and sound like to other people, and so a few months back I saved and bought a camcorder which I’ve put to use. The camera is a nice one and allows me to output frames to my computer for storage. I’ve filmed myself in everyday clothes, dress ups, lingerie, and finally nude. I have front poses, rear poses, reclining poses, sleeping poses, walking and running poses. I have shower and bath pics and I have pics where I’m fondling myself in every way possible. I have extreme close-ups. I have never sent erotic or nude pics to anyone on the net unless I’m truly attracted and have already met them. Even then I’m careful what I send.

I could lose a few pounds, sure, but I like the way I am. My breasts are ample and sensitive. My ass is large enough and somewhat heart shaped. My tummy is firm, but appears soft and only slightly rounded. My hips are broad, but not overly so. I am not short waisted although my legs are long enough to reach around nearly any man. My puss is smooth shaven and smooth with my body when the lips are not puffy or swollen. I can wear a bikini and have had guys whistle, but I’ve also had guys gag. Screw the gaggers.

I dress well, but I’m not extreme. I can wear a form fitting blouse fully buttoned, or show a lot of cleavage, and the guys still are attracted to me. I like skirts and slacks that hug my ass and yet provide ample room below to move freely. I hate underwires, but love the soft see-through mesh bras. I hate thongs, but love bikini panties.

I like sincere men, and I like intelligent men. I’m not a virgin and I’ve had my share of fun when I was younger. But with my thirtieth birthday behind me, I know what I’m looking for in a man. I’ve seen and met many men. I’m not a stranger to the Net either and I know what a man looks like. I know that many men think their package makes them extra special and they like to send pictures of it to every woman they write, but I’m not interested in that type of man. I’m not saying that some are not appealing, but extreme length or girth is not what I’m looking for. Also, I’ve noticed that most men with large cocks have small balls and that doesn’t appeal to me at all.

I’ve been with men that were cut and men that were uncut, and I can definitely say that I prefer the cut version. In my opinion, cut cocks are cleaner generally and usually do not smell funny. I also want a man ample enough to satisfy me, but not so long that I feel inadequate. I want a man that has balls that hang away from his body to accent what else he has.

I’ve sucked a man’s cock and refused to suck others. If a man doesn’t appear and smell clean, I want no part of him, even if it takes a first date to find out. However, if a man is smart, attentive to his appearance and to me, has manners and a nice package then I might love to suck his cock. I also, love to watch a man with all of these features masturbate for me. I like to tease him, talk sweet to him and watch him while he watches me. I might do a slow strip or rip off my clothes to entice him. I also, may interfere and finish the job for myself. If I finish him, I don’t hesitate to swallow. I’ve tasted a man’s cum, and I’ve tasted my own. I like them both, but noticed that what a person eats has an impact on the flavor. If I suck a man, he’d better be willing to eat me.

I have a vibrator, and I’ve used it, but generally I refrain as much as I can from bringing it out. I’ve never met a man that can buzz at nineteen hundred times a minute and I want to feel a man and what he does and can do for me. I want to appreciate him for what he is and does, not some human engineered piece of crap. I also don’t want to get the habit of using something that is larger and longer than my man when I find him.

I have a lot to offer a good man besides looks, size, or sexual interests (and my interest in sex is ravaging at times). I’m smart and a hard worker, but mostly I’m affectionate and dedicated. When I find him, I intend to be a one man woman, and he’d better be a one woman man. Monogamy is very high on my requirements list.

In Part One, we’d already agreed on a totally nude weekend, except for calls to the door or emergencies.

Part Two

I woke Sunday morning and we’d slept with a sheet and cover over us. I’d been asking myself if I’m a Nympho or a partial Nympho (is there such a thing?). I’d planned this for weeks, and even now I couldn’t get enough of you. I watched your face, sleeping peacefully with your dark hair and a bit of the five o’clock shadow, and I was ready again. Escort Esenyurt You’d think that after my episode with the pill yesterday that I’d be too sore, but your efforts in the shower and oral ministrations with sufficient tongue work had done wonders in my healing.

I raised the covers and studied your body while you slept. Poor dear, I’d probably worn you out. Hah! Those arms and legs were going to be busy again soon. I noticed that your pretty cock was not yet awake. I could fix that, so I pulled the covers over my head and descended to begin the slow pleasure of awakening it and you.

As I touched and tickled our cock (I now knew it was mine, too), you turned just slightly and your legs came open. I slowly and softly reached under you, cupped your balls in both hands, and pulled them slowly out to the front. I felt the coldness that caused your body to slowly draw your balls in closer and the pouch that contained them to shrink and hug them. I moved closer and ran my tongue around them. The dark hair around your cock tickled my nose and I was afraid for a moment that I might sneeze or cough and awaken you before I was ready. But, I managed to control the tickling and took one in my mouth and it was like a jaw breaker candy that I didn’t want to bite. I took a deep breath and your muskiness caused me to become even more aroused. I ran that softness around in my mouth and circled it with my tongue before continuing to the other of the pair. When I’d finished, you had a nice healthy hard-on and I moved closer until I felt your knee between my breasts.

I wrapped both hands around your cock and began to kiss it from the head down the shaft. I spent most of my time with its head and enjoyed hearing you moan softly when I tickled its eye. I pulled the soft skin around it into my mouth and enjoyed its soft silkiness between my lips. I ran my tongue along your outside vein, remembering its color in the dark. I could sense each heartbeat and the soft pulsing between my lips as I sucked softly on that vein. I raised you up against your tummy and kissed the underside of your head and sealed a long kiss around your sensitive spot and tickled it with my tongue for minutes. I could feel your body tighten and your hips push out toward me as I worked. I could feel your enjoyment by its further stiffening. Under the covers, in the dark, my mind was sketching visions of what it looked like.

You rolled your body to where you were laying almost on your back, and I followed but had to lean across your firmly muscled thigh in order to continue waking you. I felt your warmth on my breasts and enjoyed the feeling of closeness that I get when I’m naked against you. With your cock pointed at the ceiling I took it fully into my mouth, or as much as I could, and began the morning blow job that I’d been leading up to. Your head always seemed to fill and stretch my mouth until I’d been at a it for a few minutes. Does a person’s jaws unhinge like a reptiles does? The longer I go, the more room I seem to have for you. Oh you felt so nice and tasted so good that morning. I moved one hand over you and squeezed one cheek of your cute, firm ass.

The longer I worked, the more your cock strained and the wetter I got. Finally, I felt you stir as you began to wake up and I plunged you deeper into my mouth and sucked harder. A moment later I heard your teasing voice and then moan asking if last night wasn’t enough and whether I ever got enough. I paused and raised my head only a moment to ask if you were complaining and then I resumed my effort. You responded by reaching under the cover and taking my hair into your hand again. Gently you guided my head and then just before you climaxed, you pulled the cover up, looked down at me and began a motion that seemed out of control as your hips thrust again and again. Raising me with your hips as you climaxed, and feeling you sweetly fill my mouth, was enough to make me climax, too.

When I’d resumed breathing, you piled two pillows on top of each other and then reached under my arms, pulled me up and kissed me. We cuddled for a few minutes before you said that you knew I was still horny. I was, and so you made me sit up with my back to the pillows. You crawled down, rolled onto your tummy with your head raised and squeezed your body between my legs. Your face was only inches above my puss and looking up at me when you told me you wanted to watch me masturbate.

Even though I’d done it with a guy before, I’d never done it with you because there didn’t seem a need to do it, with our sex life. I smiled and said that I wanted you. You said no and asked me if I’d do it for you. I felt self conscious, but your teasing and excited appeal began to work on me. I love a lusty man.

A man watching is very exciting, but it was you watching and that made me more excited and I wanted to please and excite you. I reached out and traced your moist lips with my fingers and then lowered them to my lips and Esenyurt Escort Bayan gently pushed them aside to enter and touch my clit. Even though I’d climaxed only minutes before, my clit was still firm and my touch was a quick and exciting stimulus. I held back my lips and hood to give you a better view. I rubbed it for a few moments and then raised my moistened fingers to your lips again, and you seemed to devour them. As you cleaned each finger, I moved my other hand to my clit and continued.

After a few moments, I returned the first hand and moved the second hand to slide slowly and softly through the folds of my lips. My hand came away wetter than before as I moved it to your lips. Your tongue caressing my hand and your warm moist mouth sucking each finger made me return again. This time I entered my pussy with a finger, and then two to reach and stimulate my g-spot. I began to stroke while circling my clit with the second hand. My mouth was open and my tongue against my upper lips when I rocked forward and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around me and only momentarily distracted me before a minor climax took my breath away.

You reached forward and pushed my finger hard against my clit and the juices increased their flow. I was rapidly approaching a second climax, a major one, when you reached forward and held the hand rubbing my g-spot and your head nuzzled aside the hand at my clit. Your mouth closed on my lips and your tongue shot forward to continue the stroking of my clit. I continued moving the fingers against my spot. The combination of your tongue and your hand holding my hand while I fingered myself caused my body to enter overdrive and I screamed your name and a softly whispered thank you throughout my climax. I really dampened the sheet this time even though you seemed to dive in and help. I had never generated that much passion before without touching or feeling your cock.

I’d turned up the heater before bed and it was warm when I finally managed to climb from the bed and walk toward the bathroom. I looked back and could see your firm thighs, tight buns, and strong back. As you rolled to face me, I could see your strong chest, your biceps and your tight abs. You are a handsome man with a great body. I took a quick shower, dried myself, and then chased you out of bed so that I could wash the sheets. While you took your shower, I stripped the bed and carried the sheets to the washer. I’d just entered the soap when I heard you turn off the shower. I turned on the washer and then started breakfast.

You are such a horn-dog. I’d just set the table, pulled a pan and placed it on the range when you came out. I stood in front of the refrigerator and bent over to get the carton of eggs on the bottom shelf when I heard you walk up behind me and ask me to spread my legs. I spread them slightly and started to stand up. You told me to stay that way but to spread further. I did and felt your hands reach under and fondle me from behind. A moment passed like this when I felt you remove a hand and then quickly return with your cock. I’ve never been screwed from behind, but you seemed to have no trouble at all. Being held while bent over and being screwed is quite exciting.

You slid it in and then reached around and cupped my breasts. I felt your head pressing and then pushing my g-spot as you walked forward and inserted it deeper. I could feel your hips pressing and then thrusting against my ass as I held onto the sides of the opened refrigerator. The feeling was so different, and yet so rewarding that I knew why women liked this. I began movements of my own, twisting and shoving backward opposite your own actions. One of your hands dropped to my clit and you began fingering me again as you thrust. Can a woman have two massive orgasms within twenty minutes? You bet! Can a man? Abso-fuckin-lutely! I almost fell in an exhausted heap on the floor when you’d finished. But you guided me to the table and I sat gratefully. As I’ve said, I love a lusty man, and you definitely proved yourself that time.

When I’d recovered, I stood and walked on wobbly legs, to get the eggs and finally close the refrigerator door. I sat again and looked at you and reminded you of your comment about last night not being enough for me. We both laughed and it was fun to be with you. You’re always full of delightful surprises and your sex drive is probably almost as strong as my own. It was only seven thirty.

We finished breakfast and you helped me with the dishes and we retired to the living room. I sat on the sofa and you sat in my recliner while we watched the morning football game on ESPN. At lunchtime, I warmed the lasagna you’d ordered the night before. We ate in the living room and watched NASCAR races until about two Sunday afternoon

You excused yourself and used the bathroom and my mind went to work. I quickly piled two pillows on the gloor in front of the sofa and when I heard you returning I quickly changed Esenyurt Escort positions. When you came into the room my legs were over the back of the sofa and my head was hanging over the edge of the front seat cushions. While upside down, I smiled at you and asked you to come over and kneel on the cushions. I reached for you and brought you to my lips. This was my afternoon surprise and we each enjoyed sixty-nine, although you managed to distract me more than a little and more than once.

Dinner was early and consisted of a Chef’s salad with cornbread that I’d made. Desert was partially frozen melon balls and Cool Whip. I’d reserved the other pasta for Monday afternoon or evening. We lay down side by side on the sofa again with the comforter over us and you chose to watch one of the flicks I’d bought. It was better porn than the night before when you didn’t even watch. I dozed through most of it, with you waking me only for the parts you thought the most exciting. After the movie, I popped some corn and we ate it while watching the nightly news.

We each visited the powder room and then we were back in that position with me on my back with head leaning over the cushions and feet up and over the back of the sofa with my thighs wide. Your two pillows were on the floor in front of me and you’d just put a small black case on the back of the sofa as you kneeled in front of me. I didn’t have time to wonder much about that case or where it came from as I reached out and pulled you to my mouth. With one hand I circled you and with the other I cupped your balls as I began to circle you with my tongue before taking you deep into my mouth.

I love to please you this way, and always have a soft thrill as the blood rushed to my head and your blood to your erection. As I began to pleasure you, I felt you bend forward and begin to pleasure me. At first it was easy to concentrate on what I was doing, but quickly it became your control as again I felt the pleasure of your mouth and tongue. As you started to stroke, I was restricted from much head movement although my mouth and tongue were quite busy and I used both hands the best I could.

As I’ve said, your lips against mine and your mouth and tongue were defeating me as I began to thrust, too. I coud feel your cock moving, pulsing and driving in my mouth, but my own pleasure was exquisite as I felt my first climax. It was only a moment and you had me cumming again and again. Meanwhile, your hips were pushing and retracting at an increasing rate. Again, I could feel you entering my throat and I longed to have you cum again and feel you warming me all over as you climaxed.

Both of your arms were around my hips and your hands firmly cupping my cheeks when I felt you reaching a peak just after my last climax. I began to suck harder and my hands began to seriously manipulate you. Suddenly you stopped and took your mouth away and I felt one arm relax and withdraw. I was disappointed that you’d stopped, but I tried to continue my own efforts and bring you back. A moment passed as you busied yourself at something. With my head down that way I couldn’t see and I was largely engrossed in you anyway.

Just as suddenly, I felt your cock enter me and begin to stroke. How could this be, no one else was here and your cock was in my mouth? I was temporarily puzzled , but then I didn’t care. It really felt like your cock in me and I knew the one in my mouth was you. It was marvelously warm and curved against my g-spot. My pussy was stroked again and again and going deeper with each stroke. Both of your arms and hands were around me again. There was quickly a pattern developing, You thrust into my mouth as you withdrew from my pussy and then the movements were reversed. I didn’t care because whatever was happening it was almost perfect. Was this a dream?

As I felt you thrusting deeper into my throat, you were also thrusting deeper into my pussy. As you bottomed out in my pussy I felt the strangest thrill as your cock vibrated in my pussy. Quickly it stopped as you withdrew. Each time it was harder to catch my breath as you withdrew from my mouth and the vibration went off in my pussy. With each thrust the vibration was stronger. I was at my peak, nearly as strong as when you arrived Friday night and about to cum gushers when I felt you begin to cum and I let it enter deep into me and down my throat. Your, cum triggered my own and as I climaxed and the fluid shot from me, I felt you cum in my pussy. It was a long, warm cum as you filled me at both ends. You withdrew from my throat and I could breathe again, but I was enjoying the twin fantasy of you in two places at once and cumming warmly, deliciously in each.

You’d somehow withdrawn your cock from my pussy and were busy cleaning me and I felt your firm tongue at work as I too began cleaning you. I was completely drained and deliciously pleased as I fought to catch my breath. Now my curiosity became more active and I puzzled over what I’d experienced. After a few moments, I let you withdraw from my mouth and you stopped cleaning me. I rolled sideways on the sofa and you managed to lie beside me. I kissed you deeply and tasted the sweetness of our juices. You pulled back and smiled at me and asked if I’d had fun. I looked at you for a moment before realizing the depth of your question.

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It’s another hot and humid day in Charleston, South Carolina, and I’m making this grocery store trip last as long as possible to enjoy the air conditioning. I’m a management consultant from New York and have been down here for 2 weeks on a project, slated to go for 2 months, with option to extend.

At first, I was thrilled to travel down to historic Charleston for a spell. Seems like everybody has a hard-on for the South these days, judging from all the travel mags and blogs. No one warned me about the weather being already so hot in late Spring, though. It’s not even Memorial Day yet, and I’m already schvitzing. Take the worst summer day in NYC and multiply that by 5 months. I hate being hot, so basically, I spend my time in the office, in my car, in my executive apartment, or at the store. In air conditioning.

The other thing is this assignment has been very time-consuming. Way more than usual. We’re talking 70-hour weeks. So, except for some office outings where I have to behave, I haven’t been able go out and assess the local “talent.” I was so looking forward to hooking up with some good ole boys and showing them how a New York woman does things. Yep, so far, it’s me, the A/C, and my toys. Oh, well…

“Finding everything you need, ma’am?”

I turn towards the source of the drawly voice and am presented with the cutest young man this 32-yr-old has laid eyes on in an age. Tall, maybe 6’2″. In great shape, in that way only a college boy can be. He’s wearing chinos and a short-sleeved button-up shirt with a clip-on tie – adorable. He looks clean-cut except for his ponytail of dark blond hair and a tiny piercing in his brow. Seemingly college-kid experimental subversive, but those WASPy good looks are right out of Town & Country. Pulling a day shift, though, which I appreciate from a work-ethic POV.

But let me tell you more about how cute he is. Sculpted cheekbones, cornflower blue eyes rimmed with dark blond lashes and corresponding brows, a well-defined mouth. He would be just a little too pretty except for his aquiline nose, which I always associate with a big dick since every guy I’ve ever known with a nose like that has been well hung. That’s just empirical evidence from my personal sample size, of course.

I feel my pussy creaming ever so slightly. It doesn’t help that I don’t have any underwear on since it’s hot as fuck out. And I just got waxed yesterday so, to paraphrase Carrie Bradshaw, I feel like walking sex.

“Uh, yes, I’m finding everything OK, thank you.”

“I can bring you a cart if you want. That basket will get heavy after a while.”

I don’t need a cart because truthfully, I’m just enjoying walking around in the A/C, since Lord knows, I can’t walk outside without melting. I’m working from home today and needed to get out while staying inside.

I start to say no, but impulsively say instead, “Oh sure, thanks! I always think I’m coming in for a few things then end up with a bunch of stuff.” I giggle like a dumb ass. Really, I kinda just want to see him again, and hey, chivalry is dead in New York. It’s nice to get waited on, especially when you didn’t even ask for it.

“I know how that goes. If you can wait in this aisle, I won’t be a minute.” The way he draws out “minute” is just too much. It sounds like “mihnnnit”. Holy shit, this kid probably isn’t even old enough to drink. I feel like a pervy old lady, but what the hell, I’m getting my free kicks, at the grocery store in the deep South. This is what it has come down to for this single Ivy League consultant, folks.

So, I stand there and wait and pretend to study the cold cereals even though I have plenty at home. I’m definitely getting a wee bit horny, here in my light camisole dress and no panties on. And while it’s hot out, it’s good and chilly in here, and my barely-there bra is not suppressing any nipple activity at all. I am slightly mortified to notice that my nips are very perky and pressing forward into my dress like pencil erasers. Thankfully the fabric of my dress is dark with a small floral print so somewhat camouflaged.

I hear the rattle of shopping cart wheels and turn to face my knight in shining armor with a bright smile. Eyes up here, buddy. He approaches me with his long-limbed easy gait and stop about three feet away.

“Here you go, ma’am. I can put those things in the cart for you and put your basket back, if you’d like.” I am liking this Southern gallantry!

He proceeds to take my basket out of my hands, his eyes lingering for a couple of seconds on my hard nipples as he bends down. I watch him move my measly half dozen items over to the housewife-sized cart, admiring his big, strong hands, sturdy bony wrists, and lightly muscled forearms. In another time, he could be a farm hand. You know, the type that would bend you over and fuck you hard in the hay stacks back in the barn. I laugh a little to myself. I’m thinking like such a snotty Yankee bitch. Blame it on the heat.

“Somethin’ funny, ma’am?” He asks innocently, Escort Beylikdüzü looking up at me with those big blue eyes. I idly wonder if he’s working hard not to sneak another look at my nipples.

“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking this level of service would never happen where I’m from.” I answer, trying to keep a straight face.

“Where’s that, ma’am?” OK, that’s like the 4th time he said “ma’am” to me. I’m not that fuckin’ old.

“Manhattan. Born and bred.”

“Oh, wow, that’s so cool.” Clear admiration in his eyes. “My buddies and I are thinking about going up to New York City at the end of the summer, before our last year of college. We need to earn some money first, though.”

“Ooh, end of summer is very hot in New York. The Fall is best.” I immediately say, being a New Yorker and all. Then I remember it’s hot as hell here, what’s the difference. Well, at least he’s a college junior, for Christ’s sake. I feel slightly less like a cradle robber.

“Oh, that’s OK, warm weather is not a problem for me.” He smiles.

“Right. Where do you go to school?”

“College of Charleston, ma’am.” He drawls out ‘Charleston,’ making it into four syllables. Again, adorbs.

“That’s a good school,” I say approvingly, sounding like a school marm. Not like he asked my opinion. “Well, good luck with it all. Thank you for the cart.” Shit, I gotta get out of here and go play with myself.

“No problem, ma’am. I’ll probably see you on the way out. I’m bagging groceries, too,” he says with a small smile before turning away and walking towards the registers. OK, I did not need to know that.

I walk up and down the aisles, throwing random stuff into my cart that I don’t really need. For some reason, I feel a little nervous to see him again. He’s just too darn cute! And sexy. Maybe it’s the heat, but I keep visualizing that beaked nose buried in my neck as he pounds me from behind, those big hands holding on to my ass flesh. And then maybe he’d pull out and rim me for a bit. And then start working his horndog college-boy cock inside my ass… are college students having anal sex nowadays? I know I didn’t until way after college. OK, horny lady in aisle 10, everyone!

Finally, my cart is respectably half full, although I have no idea what’s in it. It’s the middle of a weekday, and only one register is open. I make my way to it with a mix of excitement and slight dread. Where is the self-checkout when you need it?

The cashier is an older guy who could not be less interested in me, or anything else around him. He rings me up in full robot mode. The cute kid – well, young man – is at the other end of the bay, naturally, and gives me a polite nod and requisite automatic smile as I hand him my reusable bags, his fingers brushing mine lightly.

As he starts bagging, I realize I have a shit-ton of “groceries” but only 2 of my own bags since I wasn’t planning on a big shop, so I add 2 of the store’s recycled totes available for purchase to my pile. This whole shopping trip is starting to feel gratuitous and a bit out of hand. Again, I have to stifle the urge to giggle out loud.

Finally, all my silly snacks and drinks have been bagged and I settle up. I’m still not used to bag-boy service so am vaguely surprised when cutie pie turns the two-shelf trolley wheels forward and looks at me expectantly.

+ + +

I start walking out of the store, very aware that he might be checking out my ass. And also very aware that I have not a stitch of underwear on and that my pussy is totally wet.

We make our way to my rental SUV – for those beach trips that I have yet to take – which is parked on the far end, the shopping center being more crowded when I arrived an hour ago with moms shopping while their kids are in school. I press the key to open the trunk hatch, only to remember that the back is chock-a-block with beach gear (that I have yet to use) and some stuff from Home Depot. Usually when I grocery-shop, I just put the bags on the floorboard of the back seat.

“Oh, sorry. Let me organize this a bit.” I stand on tiptoe and lean in to push all the crap forward to make space. Well, I guess my short dress must have ridden up because when I lower my heels and turn back to face him, he’s staring at my ass, his pants tented by a hard-on. I’m realizing he must have seen the back of my naked cooch, in its full hairless glory.

He swallows hard and his cheeks look slightly flushed as he silently unloads my so-called groceries into the trunk. I’m not sure if I am more embarrassed or more turned on. I fumble in my pocket for some small bills for a tip (but what I’m thinking is I’d like a taste of his tip). Of course, I have no cash because I’m a millennial and use my card for everything.

“Hold on, I think I have something in the armrest compartment.” I tell him. My face feels hot, and I feel a little giddy.

“It’s fine, ma’am, we get the new minimum wage now.” He’s also red in the face and Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan avoiding my eyes.

“No, no, I insist. I keep cash in there for bridge tolls.” I close the hatch then open the back door and step up, realizing a second too late that I’m likely flashing him again if he’s still behind me. Oy. Oh well, too late now.

As I press the button to open the console from the back, I feel a smooth warm hand behind my knee as another hand gently pushes my short dress up my ass, and last but definitely not least, a wet tongue licking up the back of one thigh, then the other. Oh my god, what the fuck. And no, I don’t mind at all.

“You are so fucking sexy, ma’am.” He mutters with hooded eyes, gazing at me. He has that glazed look I remember vividly from college, when a boy is so horny, he has blinders on and has tunnel vision with eyes only for the pussy. He nudges me forward so that I’m kneeling on the floorboard of the back seat – it’s a roomy SUV – and nudges my thighs a little farther apart before diving his face in my crotch to lick my dripping pussy from behind. Holy Christ. This store has everything you could possibly want!

He licks me out with abandon, sucking on my slick pussy lips, tongue-fucking my snatch, eventually slipping one of those big fingers into my cunt and lightly fucking me with it. Jesus. He’s no innocent schoolboy. He knows exactly what to do with a pussy.

As he’s licking me out, he’s prodding me farther forward into the SUV and follows me in, not missing a beat with that 20-yr-old tongue of his (well, maybe he’s 19, but let’s say he’s 20). Then he lifts up momentarily, slams the door closed, takes my keys out of my hand, click to lock all the doors, puts the key in the ignition, turns it 1 click so that the A/C comes on. He does all this in one smooth arc, and I can’t help but think that he’s done this a few times before. Hot.

He unclips his preppy tie and throws it on the seat, then resumes eating me out as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. Next, I hear the familiar clanging of a belt buckle being undone and the rustle of pants being pulled down. You guys, I am about to be fucked by a college junior in the back of a truck in a parking lot, down South!

He has two fingers in my snatch now and I can tell from his movements that he’s also massaging his cock. I can’t really turn around to check out his package without losing the contact of his tongue on my twat so I stay as I am. The reveal will come soon enough. Meanwhile, my hand has started working my throbbing clit.

Finally, he draws his mouth off my crotch and leans forward to kiss me, sharing the taste of my juices with me. He is so very handsome, and an amazing kisser. I can’t help but think what a lady killer he’ll be 10 years from now. Or 20 years, mmmmm…

“Do you want me to put on a condom?” he asks, panting slightly.

“I don’t have any. I was just going to the store, you know? Do you?”

“No, I was at work, you know?” He smiles through his lust. “I always use condoms so I’m clean, as far as I know. But if you want, I can go to my locker and get some.”

“Fuck that. I want your cock in me right now!”

He grunts and starts rubbing the head of his cock on mouth of my dripping pussy. “Aw fuck, the last time I went bareback, I was in high school.” Well, that’s a turn-on and a half. I take a peek down, and holy shit, my knight is packing a sword, let me tell you. That schlong is easily an 8-incher, and girthy. Those are some lucky college girls. I coordinate my hips to match his rubbing of my entrance with his fat cock head as I crank my head back to kiss him again.

“What’s your name?” I whisper.

“Kev. Kevin. What’s yours?”

“Erica.” I tell him. “Kevin, I really need you to slip your cock inside me now, OK?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I nearly giggled again with his “ma’am,” but instead I gasp as he slips his bulbous glans into my pussy. Oh, fuck. His horse cock feels amazing. He slowly and, might I say, masterfully works his cock all the way into my pussy as he gently tweaks my nipples through my thin dress and skimpy bra. Even with the air on, I’m getting pretty hot so I pull my dress off overhead and throw it on the seat. He unhooks my bra and pulls it off as well. Thank God for tinted windows.

He says in my ear with his sexy Southern drawl, “I wanted to eat you out the moment I saw you in the store in your little dress. I love eating pussy, and I love older women.” Again, I’m not that old, but if that’s what caught his eye, then yes, I’m as old as the hills. I do declare, the South is growing on me!

He continues while pinching my nipples and fucking me a little harder, “And when I noticed your perky nipples while you were waiting for me, I knew I wanted to fuck you some day. I just never dreamed it would be today.”

“And when you flashed me your naked ass, not just once, but twice, well, I just couldn’t wait… another… minute,” he added through Beylikdüzü Escort gritted teeth as he rammed his fattie hard into me for emphasis on the last words. Well, I visualized it, and now I’ve got it: he’s fucking me hard from behind with his face in my neck and his strong hands clutching my ass cheeks. See how it works if you put your wishes out into the universe?!

“Do you like how I feel inside you?” I am reminded how young he is and likely eager to please an ‘older woman.’ Ever so chivalrous as he’s pounding me hard. I’m telling you. Lady killer.

“Oh, God, yes. Your cock is perfection.” I answer as I buck rhythmically on his cock. “Just one tiny request, Kevin, can I ask you to play with my backdoor as you’re fucking me? That would be the cherry on top for me.”

“Oh fuck, yes, I would love to. I wanted to ask you but wasn’t sure…” He wets his big-knuckled thumb and gradually inserts it into my tight ass and starts to fuck it. Ooh, it’s been a while. Fucccckkkk, that feels amazing. I feel a drip of something wet on my crack and realize he’s purposely dribbling some spit down onto his thumb and my ass. Oh, sweet God, so hot. He continues like this for a little while, as I furiously work my clit.

“Hey, Erica, I wanna lick your ass for a bit, OK? I’ve been wanting to ever since I saw your bare backside.” Uh, you do not need to ask.

He doesn’t wait for an answer, gently pulls out, and leans down to rim me with his big wet cub tongue. Oh, my fucking god. How I do love an eager tongue on my ass hole. I’ve been missing this. Two weeks alone here plus a short dry spell in New York before I left equals a bereft pussy and ass.

As he slathers his tongue all over my backside, I’m wondering how many ladies’ backsides he’s licked, because sure as shit, it’s not his first time, or his second. My strapping Romeo adds the tips of two fingers inside the dripping mouth of my pussy again and softly fucks it, just up to the second knuckles. Fuck, I am so ready to cum.

“Kevin, sweetie, you’re gonna make me cum doing that. Do you want me to wait for you?” His good manners must be infectious, because back in the city, not in a million years would I have asked a guy that. I would have just gotten off – fuck all y’all.

He lifts up off my slobbery ass to reply, “Don’t wait. I wanna feel your ass on my tongue when you cum. And then I’m gonna fuck you in your pussy some more.” Fine with me. I do love a tongue on my ass while I cum.

He resumes his work on my ass and my cunt, his free hand holding my hip in a firm grasp. He’s still finger-fucking my pussy slow but with the full length of his big fingers now. Holy shit, he is talented. Kids today.

“Oh my god, fuck, Kevin, I’m gonna cum, oh shit, don’t stop, oh my god, what the fuck.” I’m bucking hard on his face, synching with the rhythm of his tongue now spearing my wink and his fingers keeping my pussy entertained.

I feel my orgasm start from the root of my clit as it coils through my body and beats down on me like a ton of bricks. I cum harder than I have in a long time. I can feel my pussy pulsating around his digits and my ass hole frantically blinking on his tongue. Fucccckkkk, that was awesome.

“Aw fuck, Erica, your ass hole is so hot. I hope you let me fuck it one day.” Oh yes, baby, you definitely will be invited to fuck my ass one day very soon. No can do without lube, though, not with that monster cock.

“You will, honey,” I actually say. “Mmmmm, I’m ready to have your cock back in my pussy right now, though. It feels really good right after I cum…”

He grunts and gives my pucker a few last lingering licks before slowly drawing his gooey fingers out of my wet cavity and reinserting his boy meat back inside me. I peek back to see his expression and am not disappointed. His hair tie had fallen off, and his halo of dirty blond hair is in disarray. He is oblivious to me looking at him.

His eyes are closed, his brows slightly furrowed, his head slightly leaning back, his mouth a little open as he wedges his fat cock inside my tunnel and starts to slowly pump. I admire his entire body, the muscled chest lightly covered with dark blond hair, the fair-skinned hips undulating as he’s bucking into me, his big hands on my hips. Absolutely gorgeous. Like an X-rated Tiger Beat cover model.

I’m actually surprised he’s lasting as long as he is. I seem to remember young guys shooting their load fast, sometimes too fast. Hey, I’m not complaining. His cock feels goooood.

“I hope you don’t mind I’m making this last as long as I can hold out.” He drawls with his eyes closed.

“Take your time, sweetie. I must say you’re lasting longer than my college boyfriends ever did.”

“Well, I kinda cheated.” He says with a lopsided smile, gazing at me now through heavy-lidded opened eyes. “I rubbed one out while you finished your shopping, thinking about those titties of yours.” Fuck, that’s hot, envisioning him in the employee bathroom pulling his pud with his big hand and getting his rocks off.

I smile knowingly as I reach back and put my hands on his svelte hips. His cock is massaging every nook and cranny inside me. It seems like I can feel every ridge, every contour. His fat thumb is back in my spit-lubed ass again, too, not moving much, just plugging me up with a sweet full feeling.

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I’ve passed it often on my way home from work, this bar that has been calling to me for a week, “Come in, have some fun, meet new people!”

It was an extremely rough evening, even for a Security Guard. I prefer boredom to the excitement I was getting. It was just the wrong kind of excitement.

Last week I had actually thrown a polo shirt into my work bag so I could stop at the store and not have to go shopping in my uniform.

I changed into it before I entered, the heavy smell of smoke burned at my eyes as the doors opened.

Scanning the room, I spotted you, sitting at a table alone, trying to fend off the wolves that were circling. Your blonde hair reflecting the neon signs around the walls. I stopped in my tracks and just looked, maybe a little too long because you sensed it and returned my gaze. Your blue eyes sparkled as you looked at me.

I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Every once in a while I looked your way, waiting for an opportunity to approach.

Downing Escort Bahçeşehir another drink I gained the courage and stood up. I turned around and you were there, beside me. As the music of Lonestar’s “Amazed” began playing you took my hand and moved me to the dance floor. Neither of us said a word as you put your arms around my neck and my hands went to your hips.

Never once did our eyes unlock their gaze. I slowly pulled you closer until your lips were centimeters away, your breath hot against my lips. My hands moved down your slim waist until they reached your buttocks. It took control to make them not go under the short skirt you were wearing. Just feeling your body pressed into mine was making me hard.

A sigh escaped your lips as they moved closer to mine. They touched softly and parted, our tongues meeting. The taste of the kiss made me press into you more. We held it until the last few notes of the song echoed through the Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan crowded bar.

Still without saying a word you took my hand and lead me to your table.

We sat across from each other and whispered into the darkness. Our voices soft and quiet.

As we talked your bare foot traveled up my leg until your toes found my crouch. I was getting hard yet again.

When you asked if I wanted to go for a walk I didn’t have to think twice. I paid for our drinks and we walked out onto the dimly lit parking lot.

Walking around the building we came to an area where no light would give us away.

I pressed you against the wall and we kissed again, hungry for each other. Your hands went to the belt on my jeans as I slid my hands up your thigh, lifting the skirt over your waist while I pulled at your panties. As they fell to the ground you stepped out of them, our lips glued together like a forgotten hunger. We explored Bahçeşehir Escort each others body as our hands traveled under our clothing. You finally released my pants and they fell to the ground. With one long nailed hand you reached through the opening in my boxers, grabbing my hard member as it throbbed in your hands. You rose up on your toes as you guided it into you and I pinned you against the wall. Slowly at first I pumped into you, our lips parted as our breathing became loud. Gasping for air you scratched at my back.

I held your butt checks as you wrapped both your legs around me. Deeper I went into you. Our bodies were sweating with the heat of our passion as we tried to muffle the screams in the night.

Our teeth biting at each others necks as you came around me. I kept thrusting into you, making your climax last longer, your body shaking at every brush of my lips, every touch of my hand and every stroke of my rod inside you.

Finally I came inside you. We held each other while our heavy breathing subsided, the droplets of sweat cooling us off in the cool October evening.

As we untangled and straightened out our clothing we exchanged names.

While I walked you to your car our arms encircled each other.

We parted with a passionate, tender kiss.

Until next week.

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This is the second part of a continuing story. In order to appreciate the characters and their relationship, please read the first part: Background Research.

* * * * *

Don and Lisa were seated in front of his home computer. Although they had been close friends for years, there was a strange tension between them today. Don had agreed to help Lisa research prostitutes for her new mystery book. In the course of their research, Don had sex with a prostitute, Amber, while Lisa watched. Although Don really enjoyed his time with Amber, he was worried about how it would affect his friendship with Lisa.

Lisa seemed a little less disturbed than Don. At least she was doing a good job of keeping the conversation businesslike.

“Like I said, Don, the main character in my next book is addicted to sex with prostitutes. He’s pretty well off, so he often takes high-priced escorts on weekend trips and vacations. That’s what we need to research next.”

“But Amber had really high ratings on the escort review site. She was fantastic. I don’t see what else you need to learn.”

“Amber was wonderful Don, and really sweet. She’s exactly the kind of girl this guy would see when he was in town. But the kind of woman I’m talking about is in a different league. She needs to be sophisticated enough to accompany an executive in any situation.”

“So where do we find a girl like that?”

“The same place we found Amber – on the Internet. Some of the people I interviewed gave me passwords for some exclusive websites. I looked them over ahead of time. This one seems to be the top agency for our area,” she said, leaning across Don to type the address into the web browser.

“Classy looking site! They must’ve paid a lot for a design like this.”

“I don’t see a search function – it looks like you have to browse through the girls.”

“Well, there aren’t that many. It looks like each one has a personal bio, plus pictures. Wow, these are some nice looking women!” Don said.

“Look at that girl, Don. What a body! And look at the bio. She’s an art history graduate and she speaks French and Italian.”

“Yeah, if I wanted a girl to take on my next business trip to Europe, she’s the one I’d call,” Don laughed. “Hey, the advance on your book won’t cover a trip to Europe, will it?”

“Dream on, my friend. I was thinking more in terms of an overnight at a nice spa.”

“You’re serious? You want me to spend the night with one of these women?”

“Yes Don, I really do. You know how I feel about getting the characters and the background just right in my books. This is something I just need to see.”

Don turned his attention back to the screen. He really didn’t know how to respond. It seemed like Lisa was taking this much too far. He tried to relax and focus on the girls. After all, it was pretty exciting checking out beautiful women, and knowing they were available for sex.

There was one woman in particular that caught his eye. She wasn’t the type of woman he usually went for. She was tall and thin, with long wavy red hair and very fair skin. Her web page said that she was 5′ 10″ and wore a 34B bra.

Her photos were beautiful. In one she wore a sexy but conservative evening gown. In another she wore a very revealing bikini. There were also photos of her wearing casual clothes and a business suit, and a close-up showing her full lips and green eyes.

Her bio said her name was Kathleen, she loved sports, and she studied investment finance.

He gasped when he got to her “Rates” – $2500 for an overnight stay!

He started to flip to the next page but Lisa stopped him.

“That’s OK Don. I knew how much this was going to cost. But just for a minute, let me get inside your head. Why do you like her?”

“Well, she’s beautiful. She’s also different from most of the others. After seeing all the huge tits and cleavage shots, she really stands out. And that picture of her face and those lips…” Don stopped, embarrassed.

“Yes, I can imagine what you were thinking about her lips!” Lisa reached down and mischievously pressed her hand against his crotch, feeling his bulging erection inside his pants. She knew instantly it was a mistake. Looking into his shocked eyes, she realized how tense he had been around her since their session with Amber. She quickly looked away, embarrassed, and continued talking.

“Look, there’s a phone number. It’s late afternoon, so maybe if we’re lucky you can catch her.”

Don picked up the phone and dialed. A woman with a lilting voice answered it on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Kathleen? My name is Don. A saw your page on the travel companions website.”

“Yes Don – are you looking for a companion for a trip?”

“Well not really. Actually, I’m just looking for an overnight experience. You see I’m helping a friend with research for her book. She wants to see how an escort interacts with a client. I’m sorry, I know this sounds very strange.”

“A little. Would your friend be joining us?” Escort Esenyurt She seemed more curious than surprised by Don’s request.

“She’d be there in the room, but not participating. We’ve actually already done this once, but never with someone like you. I mean, never overnight.”

“I see. Do you have a place in mind? Some of my clients like to go up to the wine country for the weekend.”

“I’m afraid we really hadn’t talked about it. Lisa, what would you think of going up to the wine country for the weekend?”

“Hmmm… I don’t know, Don. I hate the traffic leaving the city for the weekend, and I was really only planning on one night. Ask her if she knows of someplace nice in town. Something very upscale, where she might entertain an out-of-town visitor.”

Don relayed this to Kathleen, who had several suggestions. They eventually settled on spending Saturday night in an executive suite at the Regents Hotel, a downtown landmark, and dinner at the exclusive hotel restaurant. Kathleen said that the hotel was actually less busy on weekends, and she could get reservations for them. Don wondered what sort of arrangement she had with the hotel, but didn’t ask. He was sure Lisa would get the details if she needed the information for her book.

They made arrangements to meet at the hotel, and Kathleen told Don what sort of clothes to bring. Before hanging up she took Don’s phone number and gave him her cell-phone number.

* * * * *

As they had arranged with Kathleen, Don and Lisa arrived at the Regents Hotel late Saturday afternoon. Kathleen had made a room reservation in Don’s name. When he picked up the key at the front desk, the hotel clerk informed him that there was a young woman waiting for him in the hotel lounge.

They found her sitting at a corner table, sipping a drink. She was dressed in a conservative but very attractive outfit – a simple blouse that emphasized her small, shapely breasts, and a mid-length skirt and boots, which showed off her long legs. Her face was beautiful – big, wide eyes, full lips, and a soft smile.

She greeted them warmly when they introduced themselves, giving Don and Lisa each a hug.

“Why don’t we go up and see the room?” she suggested. “The desk clerk will send up my bags along with yours.”

There was an express elevator to the top two floors, where the executive suites and the penthouse were located. Don used the card-key the hotel clerk had given him to activate the elevator.

As the elevator started up Lisa said, “This must be very strange for you – my being with you and Don and taking notes for my books.”

“Not really,” Kathleen said with a smile. “Last summer, a client paid me to travel to Greece with him and his wife. During the days, he and I visited museums and saw the sites, while his wife shopped. At night he would come to my room and we’d make love. Some nights he’d spend the night in my bed, and other nights he’d return to his own room to sleep with his wife. Then, in the morning, we’d all meet for breakfast and talk about our plans for the day. His wife was really very nice to me. THAT was a weird experience!”

“Alright then! I guess I won’t worry about what you must think of me.”

Lisa was quiet after that. Don knew her well enough to realize that she was thinking about her book, wondering if she could somehow work Kathleen’s anecdote into the story.

When the elevator stopped, Kathleen showed them to the room. She had stayed there before and was familiar with the amenities, but Lisa and Don were almost overwhelmed. There was a huge bedroom with two beds, a fireplace and a TV; a living room with an enormous plasma TV; a small bar; a spa with a treadmill, a stationary cycle and a big Jacuzzi; and two bathrooms.

“This is all ours?” Don asked. As a regional sales manager for his company, he’d stayed in many first-class hotels, but the executive suite was almost as big as his house – and much better furnished.

“Some of the suites are even bigger. This one only has one bedroom, and the Jacuzzi is only big enough for four people.”

As they finished the “tour,” their bags arrived. Don tipped the bellman, noticing as he unloaded the suitcases that Kathleen had a Louis Vuitton overnight bag and make-up case.

Kathleen suggested that they dress for dinner, so they’d have plenty of time afterwards to play. “As I mentioned on the phone, the restaurant is fairly formal – besides, it’s fun to dress up for a big night, isn’t it?”

She and Lisa retreated to the two bathrooms, leaving Don to change in the spa. He quickly changed from his casual clothes to his best suit – a hand tailored Italian suite he’d splurged on when he was promoted to regional manager. It really showed off his fit, muscular body. Don wasn’t a vain man, but he couldn’t help smiling as he looked at himself in the mirror.

The girls were still dressing and seeing to their makeup, so he turned on the plasma TV in the living room and lost himself in a ball Esenyurt Escort Bayan game.

Some time later the girls joined him. Kathleen was wearing a dark green designer dress. The tight-fitting gown was slit almost to the waist, showing flashes of her perfect breasts, and emphasizing her tall, thin form. The color complemented her fair skin and red hair. A diamond choker, bracelet and earrings completed the outfit.

Lisa also looked great. She wore a black and white strapless dress that worked very well with her blond hair and tanned skin, and showed off her very ample cleavage. Don was impressed with how good she looked – he didn’t often see his friend dressed in such a sexy outfit.

They took the elevator to the floor below, where the exclusive restaurant was located. As they approached the restaurant, Kathleen said, “Ready for our entrance? Lisa, take Don’s other arm. Believe me, when he walks in with the two of us, every man there will be watching.”

She was absolutely right. The few early diners, and well as the staff, were transfixed as Don entered with the two beautiful women, each holding tightly to his arms and devoting their full attention to him. They were quickly seated at a great table with a view of the city.

“You see,” Kathleen explained, “a lot of my clients are paying for appearances. It makes them seem important when other men see them with a beautiful woman. A lot of them buy me expensive clothes and jewelry just so I can be seen wearing them when we go out together.”

“Are those diamonds…?” Lisa started to ask.

“Yes, they are a gift from an admirer. And yes, they are real. But if you look closely, they’re not first quality diamonds. I didn’t want to bring anything I’d need to keep in the hotel safe!”

At that point, the waiter appeared with the menus. As he hovered over Kathleen and Lisa, Don realized they would be getting exceptional service tonight. Kathleen quietly advised Don to eat lightly, so he wouldn’t be too full later. He felt himself getting aroused as he thought about what he would be doing in just a short while.

As the dinner progressed, Kathleen entertained them with stories of her travels, and discrete anecdotes about some of her clients (all without mentioning any names). Lisa was fascinated, and pulled out a small pad to take notes.

The dinner itself was really wonderful, and they had the wine steward suggest a wine to accompany each course, which helped relax them. Since Lisa was a small woman, she felt the wine more than Kathleen, and was soon laughing and enjoying herself as if she and Kathleen had been friends for years.

As they were finishing their main course, Kathleen leaned across Don to speak to Lisa in a low voice. Don sat back and enjoyed the proximity of her body. He jumped just a little as he felt her hand under the table brushing his thigh.

“So Lisa – did you notice that couple on the other side of the dining room? Notice how the man keeps looking at us? I bet his wife is going to get an incredible fuck tonight – and all the while he’ll be thinking of you and me.”

Lisa almost choked with laughter. She quickly took another sip of wine.

Don noticed that Kathleen’s hand had moved up his thigh, and was lightly stroking his cock, which by now was getting quite hard.

“And do you know what else, Lisa?” she said quietly, “My hand is under the table right now, and I’m stroking Don’s cock. I’m going to keep stroking him and squeezing him as we talk. He’s going to get more and more aroused, and if I keep playing with him, he may just cum right here in the restaurant.”

“Oh god,” Lisa replied, “that is so hot. Keep stroking him Kath – make him cum.” She giggled.

Don was a little shocked at Lisa’s words – he realized the wine was really affecting her. But his attention was soon distracted by what Kathleen was doing to him beneath the table. Her hand was exerting steady pressure, squeezing and pumping him through the soft fabric. His cock was rigid and throbbing. He noticed that Lisa was watching him intently, her own face becoming flushed.

Don saw the waiter coming toward their table. Kathleen sat upright, but continued stroking him as the waiter brought their check, and Don quickly signed the tab. The girls both had wicked grins on their faces as he helped them from their seats and quickly ushered them toward the elevator. He walked with some difficulty, keeping Lisa positioned in front of him to hide the huge bulge in his pants.

As the elevator door closed, both girls burst into laughter.

“That was pure evil!” Don protested. “I hope you don’t treat all your clients that way!”

Kathleen smiled at him. “Poor Don. Let me make it up to you.”

Looking straight into his eyes, she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, pulling down the waistband of his shorts to reveal his throbbing cock. He was already dripping pre-cum, and Kathleen’s slender hand worked the slick fluid over the swollen head of his cock.

Lisa Esenyurt Escort watched in fascination as Kathleen pumped Don’s cock, the pale skin of her hand contrasting with the dark color of his engorged shaft. Don was leaning back against the wall of the elevator, breathing hard. Lisa knew that after the teasing in the restaurant, he was very close to cumming.

Kathleen slowly released his cock just as the elevator came to a stop. The girls ran down the hall to their suite, laughing, and Don rushed to get his pants closed and catch up with them.

As soon as they entered the room, Kathleen threw her arms around Don’s neck and gave him a long, deep kiss, her body pressed sensuously against his. He was surprised when Kathleen let go, and Lisa also gave him a quick kiss.

“Don, why don’t you get the Jacuzzi ready? Lisa and I need to get out of these dresses, and take off some of this makeup – it runs when we get all sweaty,” Kathleen said with a suggestive leer.

As the girls headed for the bathrooms, Don went over to the bar and opened the refrigerator. He found a chilled bottle of champagne, which he opened. He took the bottle and three glasses into the spa. As an afterthought, he also got several bottles of chilled water from the refrigerator. While he waited for the girls, he quickly got undressed, turned on the Jacuzzi, and slipped into the warm water.

A few minutes later, Kathleen joined him. She walked into the spa, naked, a robe draped over her arm. Don couldn’t take his eyes off her – she was beautiful! She had the figure of a model – tall and slim. Her skin was fair, almost creamy, with just a light sprinkling of freckles. Her aureoles were round and rosy, the small nubs of her nipples protruding stiffly.

Her hair was a rich red, long and wavy. She had a small triangle of neatly trimmed red hair right above her delicious looking pussy.

She smiled at him as she tossed the robe aside and slid into the warm water beside him. She slid her arm around his neck and kissed him. Her other hand ran lightly down his body and brushed over his stiff cock.

Don returned her kiss, putting his arms around her, drawing her body against his. He felt her stiff nipples brush over his chest as they kissed. Their tongues explored one another’s mouths as the kiss grew more passionate.

Kathleen reached down and wrapped her hand around Don’s shaft, stroking him. He lay back against the side of the Jacuzzi with a long moan.

He was barely aware of Lisa entering the room. She was wearing a hotel robe, her pad in one hand. She looked around uncertainly for a place to sit before settling onto the floor. She’d had much more to drink than she was used to, and she was feeling a little dizzy.

“You don’t look so good, Lisa. Have some water,” Don said, reaching out of the Jacuzzi and tossing her one of the plastic bottles.

She gratefully opened it and took a long drink.

“Lisa, come join us in the Jacuzzi!” Kathleen said.

“No, I didn’t bring a suit.”

“Don’t be silly! Look, you’re paying for this – you might as well enjoy it. Don won’t mind, and the tub is made for four people so there’s plenty of room.”

Lisa looked hesitant, but she really had been having a great time at dinner with Kathleen and Don. The wine probably had a lot to do with it, but she felt like partying. She quickly took another drink of water, and then slipped out of the robe and into the tub across from Don.

Don had forgotten how attractive Lisa was. For years, he’d thought of her as a friend, but seeing her now, he had to admit he was really attracted to her. She was a small woman, but she had a wonderful curvy body, with full round tits. Her rich tan contrasted with her short, sun-bleached hair. She was a natural blond, her soft bush trimmed just slightly in a bikini cut. She had a cute face and a small mouth, and she pursed her lips and let out a small “ooooo” as she settled into the hot water.

“I was just picking up where we left off at dinner,” Kathleen said. “You don’t mind, do you Lisa?”

“Of course not. That’s what we’re here for! Besides, I think Don deserves something for being such a good sport.”

Don had some ideas of his own. “Wait a minute, Kath. Just sit back in the tub, OK? I have something for you.”

Kathleen did as she asked, a curious expression on her face. Don stood up – giving the girls a clear look at his rigid cock. Don was a big, muscular guy, and his thick cock looked great standing out stiffly from his body. He ignored their appreciative comments, and quickly poured them each of glass of champagne. He passed two glasses to the girls, and took a long sip from his, filling his mouth with champagne.

He turned to Kathleen and lifted her until her upper body was out of the water. He leaned over and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, gently squeezing her as he took her nipple into his mouth.

She gasped as the cold champagne touched her nipple like an electric shock. Don twirled his tongue around her hard nipple, making the champagne foam, the tiny bubbles making her nipple tingle. He continued sucking, gradually swallowing the champagne as his mouth warmed her.

Kathleen let out a long, low moan of pleasure. She felt her knees buckling under her, and she would have slid back into the water if Don had not supported her.

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The sunlight pierced the panels left open the night before and traced their rays across Sara’s face. With the covers kicked down on the bottom of the bed, her petite frame, exposed by the silk nightshirt riding up her tan skin showed the body her fiancé craved. At 25, she was the object of desire of every able bodied man in the office, and a few not so able bodied. At a little over 5 feet, 4 inches, her breasts were awesome a C cup, but to everyone that watched them bouncing as she walked, they were sure they were a D. Her ass was so tight, even the women talked about it as she bent over to pick up this or that in the office.

Gentle fingers ran down her sides, as she stretched on the verge of awareness. Fingers that found their way to her inner thighs. A yellow triangle was all that was visible beneath the material. Sara was a natural blond and loved the looks her mid-back length hair got as it swayed as she walked. Or was it her ass they were watching? She rubbed the soreness of her clit, moaning at the memory of what Chuck, hr fiancé’ had done to her the night before. A memory that caused her to stroke herself, feeling the pleasure his tongue had given her not that many hours before. A soft moan escaped her closed mouth as she quickly found a rhythm, fingers slipping under her thong panties. She could make herself cum so quickly that it took only moments for her back to arch and juices to flow from parted pussy lips. The wave of pleasure moved over her body quickly and she laid flat on the bed, quickly relaxing.

The Bachelorette Club popped into her head and she sprang upright on the bed. Damn she thought I’ve got to get going. The phone rang and Sara was sure it was either Julie or Karen. Her Maids of Honor had agreed to go on her Bachelorette trip with her and they had to be ready and at her house in two hours. Sara picked up the phone and could hear Julie squealing in the background. Karen shushed her as she asked Sara if she was up yet. “Yes, I’m up and it seems so are your guys!” “Well, Karen said, for $1,500 a piece, I want to make sure we don’t miss it.” “I’ll be ready, you two need to get you asses over her in 60 minutes, ok?” Sara could hear Julie yell again in the background and wondered just what the two of them were doing as the phone went dead. They had all played around with each other, nothing “gay,” but in the Jacuzzi and with a little weed, they had explored each other’s bodies and enjoyed it a few times.

Sara’s mind clicked over to the Bachelorette Club. She had heard about it from a friend of a friend just after announcing her engagement. The girl was vague, but swore it was the best money she had ever spent. Her friends had gone with her and all came back with smiles that lasted for months. What she had not said was that she had called off the engagement days later.

Sara’s meeting with the club receptionist was interesting. Daniyel was almost 6 feet tall and had the best tits, she had ever seen. Daniyel told her that they were solid double D’s and even offered to show Sara. Sara declined sure she was blushing. The interview covered a variety of things; Sara was surprised at the sexual questions. Daniyel asked if she had given her fiancé head, did she swallow, had she ever gone down on a girl and even if she had ever had group sex. Her taste in clothing was covered, as was her food preferences. Daniyel was interested in what Sara, Karen and Julie had done together. Sara was sure that the champagne that Daniyel had given her was loosening her lips, a bit too much. Daniyel explored Sara’s sexual fantasies and she felt shy but she was memorized by Daniyel’s boobs sticking out of her thin silk top and just kept talking.

The $1,500 per person charge seemed huge, but Daniyel said that it would include a limos, at all locations, a private jet, a suite at her destination and all meals, drink and activities. Sara asked about the destination and was quickly cut off. “We pick everything, based on your profile and interview,” Daniyel said.

Daniyel asked Sara to stand up so she could get her measurements. Sara wobbled a bit as she stood and attempted to step towards Daniyel. A firm arm reached out and caught Sara by the side, her left tit landed partly in Daniyel’s hand. Daniyel pulled out a tape measure and wrapped it around Sara’s chest. “Wow, 38 inches, they really look bigger” Daniyel said. “Ya, most people think their D’s, but they’re really a C cup. Daniyel smiled and asked Sara, “Can I see them, it’s just us girls?” Sara was not sure what to make of it, but reached behind her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress. The blue satin slid off her frame in one fluid motion, exposing a silk bra that was just a thread more then a half-cup. The redness of areola was visible above the material and her nipples jumped to attention as the coolness of the air reached them.

Sara was sure that the champagne was in control as Escort Avcılar she felt a touch of wetness reach the black silk thong. Daniyel touched Sara’s right breast and allowed her finger to gently trace the mound of flesh pushing out of the wired bra. Sara swayed at the pleasure she felt from the touch. Her breasts were almost more sensitive then her pussy and many a guy had made her cum multiple times by playing and sucking on her nipples. Daniyel had one hand cupping Sara’s left breast and the other was diving under the material of Sara’s silk thong. Sara’s head arched back as she felt the wetness of her pussy gush out on to Daniyel’s probing fingers.

Sara reached up and cupped Daniyel’s right breast in her hand, surprised at how soft and large they really were. Daniyel lowered Sara back into her chair, as she kneeled beside her. Daniyel’s fingers were working Sara’s clit as she freed the left breast from the bra. Sara gasped as Daniyel took her nipple and sucked most of her breast into her mouth. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, as a noise came from the outer office. Sara pushed herself up as her body gave in to the pleasure. She came so hard; Daniyel’s fingers just kept rubbing her as her mouth sucked her tit. Both gals suddenly detected movement in the outer office and as an intense orgasm swept over Sara, Daniyel moved up, gently kissing Sara on the lips, smiling, “your going to have a great time” was all she said.

Sara had laid there for a moment as Daniyel walked into the outer office. They had run into the time for the next appointment and jumping up Sara quickly straightened her bra and panties, working to get her dress back on. As she walked out, Daniyel was escorting a little redhead into another door, looking back, she just smiled at Sara.

The Club’s brochure was vague on what they offered; expect repeating their catch phrase “Bacholerette Party of a lifetime!”

The girls were at the door 10 minutes late, suitcases sitting in the driveway. No one wanted to miss this trip. Karen opened up a silver cigarette case, showing Julie and Sara a dozen rolled joints! “Girls, Buddy gave me these to make sure we were going to have a good time!” Buddy was Karen’s brother and had wanted on more then one occasion, not only to do Sara, but had offered to do Karen at the same time. The girls had blown him off (no pun intended) but he was always offering exotic dope or liquor to them. May be hoping to get laid.

Julie squealed again,” The limo’s here!” The girls all ran to the window to see a beautiful, white stretch Expedition pulling up. None of them had ever been in a limo before and that, plus the promise of the private jet had cinched the deal. A nice looking man got out of the front passenger door. About 5′ 10″, with sandy blond short hair, he had a nicely trimmed goatee and wore a dark, nicely tailored suit. The girls met him at the door and Sara was surprised to hear a pleasant voice introduce himself as Mr. Storm. Storm was their guide and would be with them throughout the party. Without any cue, the limo driver stepped out of the vehicle and walked over to the bags in the driveway. Each girl had packed an overnight bag only, but with makeup, etc. it looked like they had packed for a long trip. Sara, accepted Mr. Storm’s offer and handed him her bag. “Ladies, your party awaits, please follow me!”

They walked to the limo and the driver opened the back door for them. Country music was playing and Sara could see champagne glasses filled, bubbles moving to the top of the glasses, sitting on the bar. “O my God, a bar!” The girls literally dove into the back and the driver closed the door behind them. Mr. Storm did not get in the back, but walked up front and climbed into the front passenger seat.

The twenty-minute drive to the airport was fun. The girls sipped champagne and talked. They stuck their heads out the sunroof of the limo as they went down the street and Karen even flashed a couple of cowboys that had pulled up next to them. Karen had a pair of D size tits that were just starting to give into gravity, but Karen wore clothing that showed them as much as legally possible. Karen was blond, not naturally, but the guys loved her bleached, fuck me look. Julie on the other hand, had a pair of petite C boobs that had freckles on them, matching her face and bright red hair.

Mr. Storm called back on the limo phone. The girls were surprised at the gentle buzz and it took them a minute to find the phone. Please press the speaker button he said. “Ladies, per your signature that you have read and understand the agreement, that you have entered into, your party is about to begin!” “We will be leaving via the airport on a private jet for Las Vegas.” I have a second limo waiting for you there and a suite at the Palace. Our flight time will be about an hour and we have selected Avcılar Escort Bayan a theme for your party, “School girls gone wild!” We have party clothing on the plane for you and some videos for your viewing along with food and drink. “Sit back and enjoy the drive!”

The limo made a sharp turn and the girls could hear the sounds of jet engines. They opened the sunroof and gasped as they saw a sleek white Lear Jet in front of them. A man stood by the short stairs in a pilot uniform and waved to them. The limo had barely stopped, before the girls were climbing out the side door. Mr. Storm met them at the plane and introduced Captain Johnson as their pilot! “Hello ladies and welcome!”

As the climbed inside the plane, the girls all squealed. It was a dream comes true, leather seats, bar, gold trim, and twinkle lights all around. As the girls bounced up and down in the seats, a tall blond emerged from the back. “Hello Ladies, I’m your stewardess, Diana and I’m here to meet your every need!” Karen flashed a smile and in what Sara was sure was an honest response, “You can meet my needs!” Diana gave her a “I’m gonna fuck you smile, wink and went in the back. The girls peeked around the corner and say a small kitchen area, and a restroom door.

Mr. Storm’s voice turned them around, “Ladies, your bags on stored, the pilot is ready and were going to take off!” Please have a seat and we will be in the air in just a few minutes. Diana reappeared with champagne glasses and handed one to each of the girls, Mr. Storm even took one. Smiling at the gals, he raised his glass and said, “here’s to your party!”

It only took minutes for them to get in the air. Mr. Storm stood up and said, “Ladies, we have clothing for your trip, Diana will fit each of you and get you dressed!” Diana came out with a plaid schoolgirl mini skirt and half clothe top that tied in the front. She handed the outfit to Karen and asked her to stand up. As Karen held the clothing up, she looked at Sara and smiled. Diana produced a pair of black “do me” boots with 4-inch heels and a pair of white fish net stocking. “I also have half bras and garter belts for all of you, so please one at a time, change and come back out and show us!” Karen grabbed her stuff and disappeared into the bathroom.

Mr. Storm turned and exposed a flat screen TV built into the wall. “We have some videos for you, to help set the mood!” The lights went dim and the screen came on. Karen emerged in a bad, bad girl outfit that exposed the top of her fishnet stockings and an inch of garter belt hooks. The top came just below her boobs and the nipples were pointing into the material, through a paper-thin white wire bra. The affect was amazing; Julie jumped up and said, “now me!” As Karen set down, the skirt rode up instantly, exposing her a sheer white thong and a small wet spot. Julie got dressed even quicker and did not bother with the bra at all. Sara was not sure about this, but five glasses of champagne later, she was feeling to good to say anything. As she took her clothing into the bathroom, the TV showed a couple in an embrace, slowly undressing each other.

Sara was a little slower getting dressed. She played with the skirt, trying to pull it farther down. She was sure; her ass cheeks were exposed and could feel a faint breeze on her pubic hair. As she walked out, everyone was watching TV, as a redhead gave a tall cop, one hell of a blowjob. She was sucking him for all it was worth. All eyes turned to her, as she walked into view. Diana’s hand rubbed down Sara’s back and caressed her ass. Mr. Storm smiled with an approving look and told Sara to sit down and relax. The videos were each about 15 minutes long, and the third one was wild. A big party, the girls dancing and stripping for the group. Several girls were doing girls and every guy in the place was getting a blowjob. Sara could not help but notice Mr. Storm looking at her. She glanced down and saw that her skirt was around her waist; sheer thong and garter belt were completely exposed. She looked at Karen and Julie and each of their skirts were high, but not like hers. The final scene had several girls sucking and fucking a group of men and women sitting around them in a circle. In the short skirts, Storm noticed that all were wet.

The plane landed at the Las Vegas airport and taxied to a private hanger. The girls peered out and saw a black Lincoln Limo sitting on the tarmac. Mr. Storm got up and told the girls to follow him. Sara was right behind him, with Julie close behind. Karen was a little slow in getting up and wobbled a little. Diana was behind her and steadied her, with one hand under her skirt, feeling a soft bare ass. Diana’s hand rubbed Karen’s buns and gently guided her towards the door. Patting her bottom, Diana smiled and said, “Enjoy!”

The girls dove into their new limo and the driver Avcılar Escort took them all around the strip. By this time, Karen was flashing her tits to anyone willing to look as they drove down the strip and a cop almost stopped them. Their first stop was at a club; Wild Man Review, is what the sign said! The doorman seemed to know Mr. Storm and the girls were escorted inside. Lights danced all around them, as the girls watched several, almost naked men dance on stage. They were led over to the VIP area, looking down on the stage.

Male waiters were dressed in various garb and they got a six-foot cowboy in chaps and Stetson to wait on them. Karen eyed the ‘rodeo man’ up and down and all gasped when her turned around and they saw that the chaps were open in the back and he had on a G String. On returning with the drinks, an up tempo techno song started playing and the cowboy started dancing for them. The girls could look over their area and watch the other dancers on stage, but this cowboy had their attention.

Sara thought that men could not move like this, watching the waiter bump, grind and swivel his hips. Karen was taking particular note of every movement and quickly pulled out $5 waving it in the air. The cowboy was on her lap in and instant, one knee between her legs and his bulging manhood sitting about boob level. Karen stuck the money under the chap’s belt and the cowboy responded by rubbing his growing bulge on her boobs and moving towards her face. Two more men moved into the VIP area and Julie giggled saying that the guys almost looked like the Village People. A hunk in a hardhat and jeans and a guy dressed as a cop came close to the girls. Sara got the cop and Julie got the construction worker.

The cowboy had backed off and dropped the chaps, G String budging and a very, very large object pushing hard against the material. He moved back towards Karen and used his knee to spread Karen’s legs apart. Her skirt rode up around her waist and her thong and a large wet spot was visible to Julie. Sara did not see anything; she was locked on her cop. The first thing Sara noticed was when the cowboy climbed up on the bench, that’s when she realized that Karen had decided to put more money into the guy’s G-String. But the string when moved had revealed a hardened cock that popped out right in her face. Karen apparently didn’t have a second though and grabbed it.

Sara was not sure what to make of her Maid of Honor, fondling the exotic dancer, but then she had her own issues. Her cop was also down to a G-String and climbing into her lap. The girls argued later, who did what first, but Karen was the one that everyone noticed sucking hard on a large 9″ shaft. Julie was a little slower, not sure of what to do with a naked construction worker/exotic dancer. The lights had dimmed in the VIP area and Sara could just make out Mr. Storm watching her in the distance.

The girls felt probing fingers in their panties as the dancers worked their cocks into each of the girl’s mouths. Karen was sucking the guy off for all it was worth. Moans of pleasure could be heard from her, even above the music. Sara was bouncing in the seat as she quickly came in wave after wave; her cop had a nice, easy to suck 6′ cock in her mouth and was stroking her from clit to ass. Julie was in no hurry and played, tickled and stroked the guy’s balls, taking her time and enjoying every moment.

Karen’s cowboy was loud and proud as his cock swelled; he cut loose in her mouth with wave after wave of cum. Karen could work a guy’s cock like an expert and the look on the guys face showed that he was enjoying the professionalism of her talents. Suddenly, Julie’s construction worker came next, surprising her. She took the second and third load on her face, chest and top. The guy put it back in her mouth and she allowed him to fuck her face the last few strokes, burying the shaft down her throat. He used the finger, removed from her throbbing cunt to wipe up the drops of cum from her chest and face and presented the creamy goo, allowed her to lick his finger clean. Karen almost leaned over to help.

Sara became the center of attention as each of the other girls looked towards her as they played with their semi-erect toys. When the cop came, Sara knew it and took him deep into her throat. She was no pro, but knew what her fiancée’ had taught her. Funny thing was, Sara was not thinking about him, just the shaft in her hands and mouth. The cop pulled it out of her mouth and rubbed the head around her lips as the final spurts of cum oozed out. She licked the head and her lips, taking in every drop, pulling him back in her mouth and licking him clean.

With fingered pussys and panties soaked, the guys jumped up and kissed the girls before turning and leaving the stage. Mr. Storm handed something to each of them as they left, looking down at the ‘wanting look’ on the girls faces. He was sure that all three would have fucked the guys right there, but that was not in the plans.

The girls were exhausted already and a little drunk, plus high from a joint they had snuck earlier in the limo. Mr. Storm collected them up and walked them back to the limo. Next stop, the hotel suite for a nap.

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Stop making assumptions about a woman just because of how she dresses or behaves in public, ladies and gentlemen. Seriously. The name is Ayaan Ismail and I’m a young Black Canadian Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and lived there until the twelfth summer of my life. That’s when my parents, Mariam and Ali Ismail moved to Canada with our little family.

We moved to the City of Ottawa, and have been in this town ever since. It’s been nine years and I consider myself as Canadian as anyone. I speak French and English fluently, on top of my Somali native tongue, and I want to go far in life. I attend Algonquin College, where I’m studying to become an accountant, and when I’m not in class, at home or at my favorite masjid, I’m at the university campus where I work as a cleaner.

The things I’ve seen as a cleaner on a major Canadian university campus simply boggles the mind, folks. Friday nights are the worst for us overnight cleaners because of all the drunk students, male and female, and the fact that those among them who can’t handle their liquor retch repeatedly on the washroom floors AFTER I’ve cleaned them up. The girls are the worst because they can’t handle their liquor, so the ladies washroom is always full of puke. I hate it when they do that shit, pardon my French!

Still, I can’t complain because it’s because of my job as a cleaner, tough and demanding though it may be, that I met the love of my life. I was cleaning the university library’s busiest floor, the first floor, pushing a cart and walking toward the washrooms when some foolish male student bumped into me. The dude’s elbows hit my side, hard enough to hurt, and I winced in pain. The fool continued on his merry way, as if nothing had happened.

Pain shot through me, and not just physically. You see, when you’re a cleaner, people treat you as though you were something other than a human being. Every building in the world needs cleaning, and cleaning crews work very hard to maintain everything from Parliament Hill to the frigging White House, and yet people like me get no respect.

Well, the bozo’s rudeness hadn’t gone unnoticed, and out of the blue, Escort Bahçeşehir a tall and well-dressed young Black man walked up to the chubby white dude who elbowed me and told him to watch where he was going. The chubby white dude stared, dumbfounded as the well-dressed brother lectured him about bumping into people without apologizing. The white dude looked like he wanted to say something but the sight of a towering, angry young Black man in front of him made him keep his mouth shut.

Lo and behold, the rude white dude apologized to me, then he took off. The tall, well-dressed and decidedly handsome brother approached me and asked me if I was alright. I looked at him, smiled and nodded. For some reason, even though I typically don’t shake hands with males because of fourteen centuries of Islamic tradition, I impulsively told him my name and held out my hand for him to shake.

Thus I met Adam Stephens, a tall brother of Jamaican and Euro-Canadian descent, originally from the City of London, Ontario. Born and raised in London, Adam was new to Ottawa and was studying business administration at the university campus where I work as a cleaner. Adam seemed very concerned for my well-being, and then he offered me his number. I hesitated then took it.

Adam told me that I should report the rude bozo who hurt me to campus security, and that he’d be a witness if I needed one. I thanked Adam for his chivalry and generosity, and he smiled and walked away. Cute butt, I thought with a lusty grin. When I went home that night, I had a big dreamy smile on my face and my mom asked me if I met someone. I smiled and nodded, but wouldn’t elaborate any further.

Now, I did call Adam, but not to stir up trouble for the rude white dude from the university campus library. Nope, I called Adam to thank him for his kindness. The brother answered on the first click, and after a few pleasantries, asked me if I wanted to grab coffee with him. Typically, I don’t do this sort of thing with males, as I said before, but I sensed Adam was a decent guy and decided to take a chance on him.

Adam and I met at the Rideau Center food court, and had some coffee, and we talked for a long Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan time. I wanted to know more about this tall, beautiful and intelligent young man. Adam’s life story fascinated me. His father Vincent Stephens is Black, and originally from the island of Jamaica. His mother Deirdre Lucas is White, originally from the City of London, Ontario. Apparently they met at York University in the 1980s, got married and had Adam and his brother Benjamin. Wow, I thought. If Adam here is any indication, then good looks must run in the family.

Adam asked me if I wanted to chill, and I volunteered to show him around the City of Ottawa, since I knew the Capital like the back of my hand. We began hanging out, casually at first. Just two friends enjoying each other’s company. Adam was always friendly and courteous, a cool, friendly and easygoing guy. The brother was always generous and respectful, and I thought the girls at his university campus must be crazy if they don’t get their hooks into him. Adam told me that he was somewhat of a loner, being from a small town, and Ottawa was an odd environment for him.

When Adam shared this with me, we were sitting inside the Tim Horton’s located near the main branch of the Ottawa library downtown. I smiled and gently touched Adam’s hand, and told him that I’d do my best to make his stay in Ottawa as pleasant as I can. Adam smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat, for he looked at me in a way nobody has ever looked at me before. Then, he took my face into his hands and kissed me. And I kissed him back!

Thus, Adam and I shared our first kiss. Grinning, we walked out of the Tim Horton’s hand in hand, and I swear, I felt so happy I could jump! I’m a Hijab-wearing, long-skirted and traditionally attired, Koran-quoting Somali woman. People forget that I’m a young woman with the same needs and desires as all other women thanks to my Islamic faith and my style of dress. Adam saw right through all that, and reached out to who I truly am. And I can honestly I love him for it.

Three months after we began dating, Adam and I made love for the first time. We were coming back from the movies, and he had to grab something Bahçeşehir Escort from his apartment to bring to some friends on campus. As Adam struggled to lift the oversized musical equipment, I impulsively slapped his cute butt, then he turned to look at me and then…well, then we got our freak on.

I kissed Adam hungrily, and the gorgeous mixed stud pulled me to him. Taking me into his arms, Adam carried me to the bed, and once there, I showed him what I’ve got. I’m around five-foot-nine, a chubby and dark-skinned, big-bottomed young woman in a country that worships skinny blondes. I’ve been known to feel self-conscious about my body for many reasons. Adam told me I was beautiful and I smiled, and happily undressed before him.

Adam kissed my lips, my breasts and caressed my big butt, then he laid me on the bed and proceeded to lick me from my head to my toes. Adam sucked on my tits and fingered my cunt, his fingers sliding in and out of me. Adam then buried his face between my thick thighs and licked my pussy hungrily. I cried out his name and shuddered all over, ecstatic as Adam pleasured me with his mouth and fingers. Seriously, the brother is good at what he does!

Adam finished pleasuring me, and then I feasted my eyes on his tall, strongly built and athletic body as he undressed before me. My eyes checked out his strong chest, washboard abs and his muscular body. Hungrily I drew him to me, and touched his long and thick dick, which was uncircumcised. I’m a Muslim woman and uncut dicks are supposed to be anathema to me but I shrugged and caressed Adam’s dick, stroking him gently.

When Adam finally put it to me, I squealed in delight and wrapped my arms around him. Adam thrust into me, stabbing my cunt with his thick dick. I cried out in pleasure mixed with deliciously hot pain as I experienced lovemaking for the first time. Passionately Adam and I went at it, and then, I came for the first time as his thick dick filled my cunt, triggering an orgasm which rocked me to my core. I cried out, passionately, orgasmic for the first time, and Adam held me into his strong, manly arms.

Adam and I remained in bed, passionately embraced, for hours. I didn’t want this moment to end, being safe in the arms of the young man I love. The fact that we’re from different backgrounds doesn’t matter to me. I’m a Sunni Muslim woman and Adam is from a Methodist Christian family. I don’t give a damn. I’m in love for the first time, and I want to be happy. Anyone who has a problem with that can kiss my thick Somali ass. Got it? Cool!

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