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My job had brought me to the capital of a small country. I have been there many times before and have good friends there, so I stayed in an apartment I borrowed from some friends who were out of town on vacation.

It was a short and intense visit lasting just a week and it was almost around the clock work. Though my scarce leisure time would be spent on catching up with friends, I decided to check out the local bar scene.

Since my divorce I had not really been looking for hook-ups. Taking care of my daughter and getting back on my feet had left little energy for anything else. Now I was feeling in a different mood. I had called up a friend when I got there and he had promised to take me out the following Saturday. In preparation for a night out, I had been shaving and showering and as I was toweling off, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. True I had been in better shape in my football playing days, but I was still reasonably fit. Somewhere between fit and dad bod. Promising myself I’d set off more time for working out, when I got back home, I picked up the phone, when it rang.

“I am so sorry man. I have to cancel our plans tonight.” came the message.

Force Majeure. Nothing to be done about it. I walked naked to window of the high-rise apartment. It had a panoramic view of the entire city. Damn it. Then a thought struck me. The last time I had been here, almost no one had used Tinder, but maybe things had changed.

I opened the app that I had installed but never really had put any effort into. I set my search to a broad age range 20-32, edited my profile text to ‘in town until Thursday’ and started swiping. There were a lot of hot girls here. I find the mixed race women to be incredibly beautiful, and this city was swarming with them. However after just twenty positive swipes, there were no more women on Tinder in the area. Damn it. Still, at my last visit it had only been three. I shrugged and decided to get some work done instead.

—

I was sitting at my desk the following Monday, when my phone chimed. I looked at it casually while still working on the document in front of me. It was a Tinder match. I checked her picture once again. She was very pretty and at 24 she was 10 years my junior.

“Hi.” she wrote me, as I was checking out her pictures.

“Hi. You are very pretty :)” I wrote back lamely, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m leaving again on Thursday, so what would you like?” I added too quickly. Then laughing out loud to myself I clarified.

“I mean a cup of coffee, tea or the likes?”

“Sure. I am moving to a different town for a different job Friday, so I have time to meet.” she replied.

After some small talk about where we worked, and when we would get off, I asked her out later that evening.

“I still have some stuff to pack, so we could meet at my place?”

I agreed and she gave me the address.

After work I rushed out and bought a pack of condoms, then home to grab a shower and then straight to her place. I was there at 8.30. When she opened the door to her apartment, I gave her hug and she started making us a cup of tea. Her apartment was less a mess than I had expected, but there was still a while to go until you could say that she would be ready for a move. The things still left on the walls were tasteful as were her furniture. She was obviously making her own money.

“I Ankara escort didn’t get too much packing done today. I was out for a farewell party with some friends yesterday, and I’m a bit hung over” she told me motioning towards the scattered boxes.

She sat on the couch, and I was in her recliner next to her as we talked, telling each other a bit about our backgrounds and upbringings. Very standard. However one thing she said perked me up.

“I just felt like I needed to do something completely different with my life. And though I had a well paying job and a sweet boyfriend, something was missing, you know?”

I stayed silent letting her talk.

“He wanted to start a family, but it made me realize that I didn’t want to spend my life with him. I want more adventure. I want more. So I broke up with him and got my own place 6 months ago. But it was still too much of the same. Going to the office, working hard, then going back home. Out on weekends. I want more. Not that I don’t want a family, I’m just not ready to settle.”

I nodded while studying her intently.

“So I applied for a job at a hotel at a tourist resort. I won’t be using my education – just a simple receptionist job, but it will be new people coming through all the time. And I’d like that.”

“I can understand, where you are coming from. I didn’t finish my studies until I was 29. Had too much living to do before I could settle down and start a family.”

She got up, while I was talking. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

She ran her hand over my trimmed hair.

“Well about starting… I have been thinking a lot about family. I still want one, though I don’t want to be tied down. So I’m thinking of having a kid on my own.”

I felt my dick twitch to life immediately.

—

When she came back out of the shower, she was in her PJs.

“You didn’t have to put your clothes back on for my sake” I told her matter-of-factly.

She smiled and stood next to me. She was about average height, but still I towered a full head over her. I looked her in the eyes and kissed her. She had the softest full lips and a delicious playful tongue. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.

I resumed kissing her, while letting my hands roam freely. She was by no means skinny, but not fat either. She was round and full from her firm large breasts, sitting gravity defying as they only do on young women who are yet to give birth, to her broad hips, thighs and round ass. She could have been the model for ancient fertility statues.

While we peeled the clothes off each other’s bodies, I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and bit her neck rather hard.

I had no idea if she liked to submit, but I have found that most women do, if you refrain from asking them. Only once with a very young and inexperienced partner have I had a woman ask me not to be so rough. In all my other encounters I have found women to be very partial to my dominant and primal traits. A couple have even told me that they usually always had to be in charge, but with me it was different. Inquisitively I probed one of my partners for a better explanation, and she described it as a combination of my size, strength and no-questions-asked approach coupled with the sense that I value women. She felt safe in my power, she said, and thus giving up ankara olgun escort control of her body to me felt natural to her.

Biting into her neck caused her to give off a delectable little moan. I nibbled on her earlobe, as her hand found its way into my boxers.

“Uhhmm…” she purred when she examined my size with her hand.

Releasing her hair, I pushed her panties to the floor, letting her step out of them. I ran a finger lightly over her shaven slit. She was dripping wet.

I pushed her onto her back on the bed, her tits bouncing enticingly. Quickly shedding my boxers, I spread her legs and buried my tongue in her snatch. She was moaning loudly through her gasp. Running my broad tongue gently the length of slit until I sucked her clit into my mouth, holding it there while stimulating her, quickly got her head spinning. She was moaning very loudly and grabbing my head with both her hands.

“Oh, God! You are so good at that!” she moaned out of breath. I let my hands find her hard nipples and pinched them hard. She moaned but to my surprise she didn’t show any signs of discomfort, when I pulled her nipple. She obviously liked the pain.

Sensing her getting close to an orgasm, I eased off, bit her round thigh hard, causing her to moan one of the most sensual ‘ow’, I’ve ever heard. She liked being dominated alright.

I couldn’t wait for another minute. I moved up her body to her breasts and started suckling them, biting them, catching her nipples between my teeth and pulling hard. She took in a sharp breath once in a while, but took my manhandling without protest.

I moved to kiss her, while I reached for the condoms in my pocket on the floor. However as I did so, my very hard cock came to rest on her wet warm pussy pressed up against her clit. She put her arms around my neck, as I kissed her.

I started teasing her with my cock, my hand still fumbling blindly for the condoms. My cock sliding over her clit, coating me in her juices. I knew this was bad, and my willpower was waning quickly.

She was trying to angle her pussy right to get me inside her. I was teasing her, pulling away whenever she would get my cock lined up just right.

Pushing off on one hand, I grabbed her throat hard with the other, as I pushed into her hard. Although I squeezed her neck so hard, she couldn’t make a sound, her eyes went to the back of her head at my entrance. I had managed to push myself about halfway in, so I pulled back and forced myself all the way in. Bottoming out when my dick hit her cervix. I stayed still there and enjoyed the tight grip of her pussy on me, reveling in the feeling of her body trying to accommodate my size.

Eventually I pulled back until only the tip was in her, and then released her throat while hammering into her again.

She cried out in ecstasy, and I couldn’t help making a primal guttural sound myself. This was bad. I knew that I should have used a condom. I usually do. But her words about having a kid on her own struck a well-known chord in me. I wanted to take her. Possess her.

I started pounding away with thrusts that came slowly almost all the way out, before hammering home. This would not be drawn out. It had been too long for me, and she was too much of a fantasy come true.

Every time I thrust into her cervix, I would ankara ucuz escort force air from her lungs. Her tits bounced under my assault. She started saying something, but it was smothered by my kiss. She moaned into my mouth. I propped up on one hand, and moved the other from her throat to one of her magnificent breasts. Grapping a nipple, I squeezed it and twisted it slightly eliciting another moan.

She looked me deep in the eyes. “Don’t cum in me, if you don’t want the consequences. I’m not on birth control.”

This was getting out of control. ‘Just pull out and cum all over her face. Cover the little slut in it.’, the rational part of me argued. But rationality had been fighting a lost cause since I had felt her wet pussy against my cock.

Thrusting more erratically now, I grabbed her full tit in my hand. ‘This is the fantasy.’, another part of my mind chimed in. ‘This is what you’ve always wanted. To impregnate a beautiful young woman and then leave her to raise your child. To breed her like a mare.’

Rationality hadn’t given up yet. ‘What about child support? This is not a big city, and she knows where you work. She could get you for the next 18 years.’

I was getting closer now. My ears were full of her moans. Her scent was in my nostrils, and I could still taste her. I had put my arms under her shoulders, now pulling her hard against my thrusts literally pounding her uterus. I could feel her hard nipples dragging along my chest. I love that.

And I wanted to fill her. Wanted to impregnate her. That other part of my mind did some quick math. ‘So what, you can afford child support’, it said. ‘It will be your gift to you.’

Pausing for a second, I kissed her deeply, and looked in her eyes.

“Do you want me to cum in you?” I punctuated the question with a hard deep thrust.

“Yes!” she moaned.

“Do you want me to spray your unprotected pussy?” Again a thrust.

“Oh, yes!”

“Do you want me to fill your belly with my child? Watch it grow with my baby in you?”

“…aarrrhhh…” came a guttural sound from somewhere deep in her throat.

“Your tits will swell with milk for my baby.” Each question was accompanied with as forceful a thrust as possible.

She wasn’t answering coherently anymore.

“I will give you my baby. On one condition. Cum for me. Cum on my hard big cock. Cum with me as I fill your little pussy up.”

I wasn’t sure she was hearing my, until I felt her hand sneak in between our bodies, working her clit.

As soon as she started, she tensed up.

“Not yet!” I warned and lay into her for real.

Jack hammering away at her.

“Your body belongs to me now. You will never be able to forget me. Every time you look into your baby’s blue eyes, you will remember this moment.

“Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Fill me up! Take me!” no inhibitions left in her anymore. Not sure any had been there from the get go.

I felt my cum boiling in my balls. I put both hands on her neck and squeezed so hard that I thought I might have hurt her, cutting off her air supply and all sound from her.

“Cum for me now!” I demanded and immediately she rubbed her clit furiously for about two seconds, and then she went rigid and her pussy gripped me like a vice. I needed to put extra force into my thrusts just to continue, and as I did, I was over the edge.

I pushed all the way in, and I came. I came so hard that I could feel my sperm spraying back on my cock, after it had hit her cervix.

I kept cumming and blacked out slightly, releasing her throat to catch myself.

She sucked in a large mouthful of air and then as I kissed her, she screamed the last of her orgasm into my mouth.

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Ross had told Jonni of a “magical spot” nearby that they should visit. It was a small creek that had over the years, carved a gash through the cliffs in a 200′ plunge to the lake. The cascading waters have created Fletcher Falls. There was a constant mist in the air no matter what season and those mists promoted the growth of huge ferns, clumps of moss and hanging vines that supported many pretty wild flowers in the summer season.

If those flowers were orchids, the MOST SEXUAL of all plants with its labia like petals and clitoral-like stamen, Ross had often thought the place would be perfect. Nevertheless, it was a place where “you would expect to see a Hobbit or two hunkered down from the spray under a fern frond,” and Ross wanted to show this spot to her.

For the first time since they started dating though, Ross realized that in spite of the attractive pluckiness that Jonni had in such great amounts, it would be a very difficult job to get from the nearest road down to the beach if one was navigating the trail with only one leg. His solution was to rent a boat. It would be available in the nearby town and he had charged Jonni with the task of getting some picnic goodies in town while he checked the boat arrangements.

They actually awoke early this day in spite of continuing their passionate appreciation of each others minds and bodies until well past 1:00AM last night. Ross got some coffee brewing and woke Jonni with some sweet touches and kisses to her face and neck and hair. And instead of stimulating what was becoming her number one sexual “button”, Ross only whispered in her ear how much he AND she enjoyed the feeling of his man-soft-large hands cupping the end of her severed leg and massaging, all the while, using a finger to titillate and stimulate her dripping womanhood. But there was a “program” for the day and Ross promised Jonni that she would enjoy what was in store for the rest of the day AT LEAST as much, if NOT MORE, than what she was enjoying now.

After crutching to the washroom and enjoying a light breakfast together, Jonni sent Ross away while she got dressed for the day. In anticipation of a sunny day and some swimming, she wore a two piece swimming suit and decided to dress over in a silk, very loose, Asian style blouse that could be tied at the waist. She was thus able to accentuate her sweet, supple breasts that were, according to Ross, “the perfect shape and size for a female’s breast to be” (and according to her, becoming firmer, rounder and more sensual because of the upper body exercise she regularly gets as an amputee and a full-time crutch walker). Down below, she chose a pair of tight-white-low-riding-jeans that she had previously altered by stitching in a snug stump pocket. For now, she slipped into a white summer sandal with modest heel; just enough height to ensure that the calf muscle in her remaining leg pushed curvaceously on the jean. The effect both accentuated her stunning, long, right leg AND the existence of her stump that she was becoming more and more proud to display. She was pretty sure that when she opened the van doors and hopped out she would be “very pleasurable” to Ross’ eyes.

And she was right. Ross actually dropped the hatchet and walked instantly into her arms. He engulfed her in that enjoyable soft-bear-hug that he did so well. It made Jonni feel secure and safe, to feel desirable and horny and to feel weak and strong all at batıkent escort the same time. She cooed with pleasure and the sound melted together with Ross’ deep rumblings of contentment.

Main Street in Fletcher is only 2 blocks long and the Marina is at the east end of the street. Ross parked centrally. Jonni knew what she wanted for the picnic and Ross had shown her the stores. What she needed to buy would fit into the backpack that she swung into after Ross helped her hop down from the van. Jonni didn’t even reflect on the fact that she was stepping out into a totally strange situation, looking knock down drag ’em out gorgeous, on only one leg and crutches, in a place where she didn’t know a soul other than Ross, and she felt marvelous. She felt so good that she felt urgings in her crotch as she crutched off to the Bakery and Ross let out a soft wolf whistle that she heard and that for sure created some urgings in her crotch.

As arranged, Ross was waiting with the van at Jonni’s last stop. The boat was ready; Jonni had the picnic and was certainly ready to go for a magical boat ride. Ross was just happy to see this spectacular woman who had chosen him to become so personal with. “The stage was set”, they say, “for a fine day!”

As the two of them pulled out of the bay, Ross was able to show Jonni their destination off in the far distance. But he got Jonni in the Captain’s seat and directed her on a leisurely cruise past some lakeshore sights. The lake had a just noticeable gentle swell that acted as a relaxing massage. It certainly contributed to the sexual excitement that was in the air by getting Jonni and Ross even more into a mood of physical SENSATION.

Ross showed Jonni how to approach the creek-mouth from the north where there was a secluded small beach and a bit of shade. It was also just a few feet from the trail that Ross wanted to walk on with Jonni to the waterfall chasm, and magic. Lake level was about 200′ below a rugged trail down from the upper car park. That’s why Ross knew that having Jonni drive into this spot in a boat would be more meaningful, and enjoyable, than having her hike one legged down a mountain trail even though he believed she would have willingly attempted it.

She carefully guided the boat in and Ross jumped off the bow with a line. In seconds he secured the boat and was wading, waist deep, back to the boat. Jonni had grabbed her crutches and the beach bag and had seated herself on the gunwale and was waiting for Ross to help her swing out and off of the boat. He stood about waist deep in the water so his face was about level with Jonni’s tightly clad, beautiful crotch and leg. She lifted her stump and gently poked it into his chin before she swung her long leg in an exaggerated manner over top of his head and brought it to rest on his shoulder. He probably caught a scent of the womanhood that she was emitting.

Not being a shy one either, Ross quickly snatched and playfully ravaged her velvet mound with his mouth an impossible feat if she had two long legs. Raising his head from her crotch, he smiled and laughed and lifted her high, swinging her gently away from the boat and into the water. She gasped as the cool lake momentarily quenched her love fires.

Ross reached back to grab her crutches and bag, then he grabbed Jonni tight around the right side and hopped her into shore. beşevler escort He threw down the blanket while Jonni shook like a cat and water poured from both the hem of her right leg and the bottom of the pant “pocket” that clung to her stump. With a pouty look, one of a person who is most used to high maintenance and finds oneself in a situation of complete and utter unpleasantness, Jonni put her hands on her hips as she hopped to balance and “scolded” Ross for having now made her “get out of these wet jeans mucho-fast or they would dry so tight they’ll never come off, and then where would we be?”

In the time it took Ross to do a few security things with the boat and to bring the picnic basket ashore, Jonni had shed the wet jeans and the wet-droopy-blouse and stripped to her shiny-racy-white-bikini with gold and black embroidery. She had “posed” herself in the sun, on the blanket, leaning back on her right arm, with her long-slender right leg stretching forever south. That leg was then “crowned” with a sexy, small foot and five stunningly-red-toes. If Jonni had had two legs, to achieve the look Ross was presently savoring, she would have had her left leg spread wide, in the “other direction.” That image is not as pretty for sure as looking at Jonni’s tanned nub of a stump, seemingly stretched, as wide for sure, perhaps even wider, but without another leg to spoil the view.

She looked unbelievably classy! Her dark summer tan created a magnificent contrast to her swimming suit. Adding to the perfect image before him was the fact that even her short stump was tanned. The Doctors had done a great job in removing any ugliness from an ugly situation and had created a perfectly round tipped stump. It hung, loose and unsupported from her hip and jiggled when she moved. It also seemed to sway in the breeze and of course it occasionally moved of its own volition like some sort of appendage seeking a meaning and a use. Jonni and Ross were certainly finding out on this camping trip the many uses to which her stump could be put. Her stretched out right leg looked even longer and more elegant than a normal leg because by comparison, it was totally unique and totally without comparison. It seemed so lithe, so silky and soft, so strong, so long, so curvaceous, and so desirous. Ross was awed by the beauty before him and his swollen shorts hurt badly!

Ross was still in his shorts!

He had fallen far behind her and he desperately needed to rectify the situation. But Jonni grabbed his leg and pulled him down beside her right side where she began to undress him. With one hand she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it off his back. With the other hand she slowly began massaging his cock and loosening the zipper in a slow tease. When the moment came that she could insert her hands into Ross’ shorts, she was surprised to find that Ross was not wearing any underwear! (Maybe he hadn’t fallen so far behind after all!)

She gently squeezed with glee his engorged manhood and then began a gentle tickling motion of his balls as she continued to remove his shorts. With Ross now down beside her, Jonni turned on her right side, nuzzling her face close to her work at hand, and as she dropped Ross’ shorts, she swallowed his manhood.

She massaged his cock with her tongue and pursed her lips so gently around his penis while she sucked up and down büyükesat escort on his cock. For a moment she wondered if Ross got as much pleasure sucking her stump as she got sucking his “stump.” Ross lurched in pleasure and collapsed his mouth on Jonni’s stump and began chewing and sucking and kneading down with his tongue to where he could feel the short stub of bone left from her amputation.

It was now Jonni’s turn to lurch in pleasure. She shuddered and turned her face to Ross’s and pulled him to her into a deep, passionate, bone-sucking kiss. They were literally slobbering kisses over each other. Without losing a moment’s passion, Ross raised Jonni to a sitting position and he sat beside her until they broke for a gasp of air. Each shuddered! And at that moment, Jonni came!

Ross quickly massaged his hand into the space between her slender thigh and stubby and squeezed. She came hot and wet into his hand for what seemed like minutes.

“Oh my God, that’s better than all, and there have been lots of orgasms in the last month or so”, she thought.

The two of them were entwined in the arms of total physical pleasure and exhaustion.

Perhaps they dozed off. But the sun had noticeably moved to a shadier aspect when Jonni opened her eyes and began nudging her stump into Ross’ thigh.

“You’ve said this was a magical place with Elves and stuff,” she whispered into his ear. “Well, dear Sir, I am ready to see some more magic.

Needing nothing more than a sock and boot for Jonni’s right leg, the two of them somewhat slowly got it together to venture off to “Hobbit Land.” The sandy beach for the first few yards caused a bit of problem as Jonni’s crutches sank when she placed her full weight on the handles. The trail when they reached it was solid and mostly free of hazards other than an occasional tree root that could snag a crutch or trip a passerby. Even though the trail was wide enough for two side-by-side-walkers, Jonni felt better knowing Ross was inches behind her in case she slipped.

But she didn’t slip and the walk was only a couple of hundred yards anyways. As they walked up the canyon, the temperature dropped, the colors got greener, browner and richer and a damp, cool mist started to envelope them. Both felt elated, like their senses were anesthetized and their torrid composures began to cool down. At that moment, Ross stopped Jonni at the beginning of her leg-swing-through and whispered, “perhaps we should see if OUR PASSION could turn all this coolness to steam!” That cracked them both up as they rounded the last bend and ……………. there was the grotto.

Jonni stopped short. This “allowed” Ross to “crash” into her pert bottom. He reached around and down below her breasts and under her crutches and squeezed her. Softly, but STRONG! Her leg actually gave a small shudder (again! already!). Ross gently glided the two of them to a ledge just a few feet away on the right and they sat on the cool damp rock. They were both awed at the spectacle of the cascading waters, the flying mists and the COMPLETE SENSOUSNESS of the spot that they were a part of.

In silence, Ross began nudging and rubbing Jonni’s neck with his nose. Jonni’s back arched allowing an opportunity for Ross to gently grab her breasts and begin speaking love to this “perfect” female. The crispness of the cool mists and the torrid warmth coming from their pleasure surrounded both of the lovers in another passionate moment of “connection”.

When they got back to the blanket, Jonni cooed to Ross that “the kisses in the grotto, my sweet man, were “magic.” I now believe in magic because I really don’t remember crutching back here with you.”

“You didn’t sweet Jonni; I carried you back here to the blanket! I love you!”

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Chapter Twelve: Sit On It!

The secretary aimed me well and had me land on the stool’s point.

“Let’s fit you on in the first try, shall we,” she whispered. Immediately, I realized her intentions were to balance me on the stool’s apex and force my rear portal open around the steel peak, until I wore the chair as I had the butt plug. She went to great lengths, grabbing fistfuls of my ass cheeks and spreading them apart, while pressing me open on the warming pinnacle. While she worked, she stood in front of me, bent at the waist. I couldn’t help staring into her cleavage, it was almost in my face and I’d recently found myself looking at all the cleavages I could find. Though a lot shallower then Ms. Handlesmen’s, it intrigued me as all others. I would bet it was a warm luscious place and I was almost tempted to reach it with my tongue, damn the consequence. I was light-headed from our proximity, her skin, her scent and her cheek brushing against my forehead. I stayed faint from her breath on my neck and shoulder, her hands working on my behind. With the aid of so many indescribably exciting things, I was kept from my misery. I was drifting on a cloud and wanted to kiss this rough vixen, to touch my lips to her skin, just once.

Quite innocently, I was breathing on the secretary’s neck in return, hoping I guessed that it would somehow turn her on. As if a novice such as myself could excite a real woman such as this. She continued in a strictly business manner, her fingers clutching handfuls of my butt flesh and yanking. She tugged and pulled with all her might, spreading my rectum open around the giant spike. I began to think she had every intention of ripping me open and splitting me in two, but fortunately she stopped. She ceased struggling and stood, then straightened her outfit with a wiggle. I could tell she wasn’t completely satisfied with her work and accepted it with a grudge. I didn’t understand how she expected me to stay like this. If I leaned even the tiniest bit in any direction or so much as twitched my behind, the point of the cone caused me pain. It was every bit as uncomfortable as the stem, just not as deep. She looked me in the eye and raised a finger in warning.

“Listen to me boy. The point of the cone will not bother you, as long as you stay centered and upright. In that way, you’re opened around it properly and it will work gently deeper. It will provide you pain if you move or slouch, even a little. You are to wait here as I’ve put you and you are not to move. I don’t want to even see a wiggle,” she stated in an authoritative voice. She was bent slightly at the waist, shaking the finger in my face and seemed perturbed. Her face was tight, eyebrows arched. “No fidgeting, no looking around, no deep breaths or coughing. You are to keep your feet flat on the floor, knees well parted and your hands are to lie on your thighs, palms up.” I was adjusting as she spoke, resigned to having less freedom then the palm tree sitting beside me. I started and almost ejaculated when she grabbed me. She situated my balls by pulling on them rudely, until they hung to her satisfaction. “Don’t even move a finger, understand me?” She finished with a wave of her hand, then stood and straightened herself out, as I sighed to pleasures of pain.

“Yes ma’am,” I moaned politely.

I watched the secretary move to Ms. Handlesmen’s desk and begin tidying up, stacking papers and moving doodads about. Suddenly, as if for the first time, I saw it, I zeroed in on her behind. She was endowed with small round cheeks that appeared ready to burst free, to rip out of their fitted bluish-green confinement. I watched her fanny move to her work, as my own continued oozing open, on the summit of the china cap. My weight and gravity pushed and pulled me down slowly, providing me a very strange sensation in an equally grotesque situation.

It probably wasn’t as long a time as my imagination led me to believe, but it seemed as if I’d been sitting on the very point of a pyramid for hours. Every so often the secretary would stop whatever it was she was doing and step up to me, come stand between my legs. She would grab my ass cheeks and spread them as far as she could. She would exercise until the strain radiated as sound, and then she would stop. She always provided me a view of her cleavage as she pulled my buns apart and twisted me further onto the point. The area around my rectum had become so damp with perspiration and natural body secretions, that it had become easy for her to screw me back and forth. For some reason it bothered me when she laughed to herself, as she twisted me. I truly believed she meant to fit that chair into my rectum, but I didn’t care, because every time she lowered her chest before me, my satyriasis jumped into the driver’s seat and spun me out of control. It boiled my insides and through the process of convection, purified everything else from of my mind. All I could think of was her; her proximity, her scent, her warm rough hands and that intriguing cleavage.

There ankara yabancı escort were no available timepieces for me to use as reference, no conventional way for me to judge the passing of events. My pains, my throbbing heart and slowly spreading sphincter acted as an hourglass measured in eons. I was a man-dial, a person piece… What a career I’d begun. Just when I’d almost slipped entirely away, I was brought back.

To my surprise the door bolted open and Ms. Handlesmen stormed in. Startled by her abrupt entrance my eyes grabbed her instantaneously, like my arms desired. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Damn those sperm shooting bitches!”

“Oh, oh,” the secretary said under her breath in warning. Ms. Handlesmen slammed the door behind her and hissed aloud. With a follow through from a great entrance, she stood looking at the ceiling, legs spread, fists clenched and on her hips.

“They’re so damn stubborn, just like fuckin’ men,” she yelled through clenched teeth. She raised her arms into the air, to heaven and spirits outside my reach. When she finally discovered me her eyes sliced through me like a laser beam, then burst into fire and flashes of lightening that made me afraid. She stormed in my direction, discarding her jacket on a chair as she moved. She rolled up her shirtsleeves and took off her tie, and suddenly I was witnessing another side to my woman.

My lover hesitated when she spotted me sitting on the stool I would later learn she invented. She slowed somewhat and began looking me over carefully as she approached. When her eyes came for mine I lowered mine shyly, as if looking at her for the first time. I could feel the rage that yet ruled the moment and considered her earlier words. This is where I fit in.

“Well…” she bellowed with anger. “…At least you’re where you belong!” She came around the desk with another pink towel and draped it over the same edge of her desk as before. She sat down in her chair and turned to me, lighter in hand, arm extended.

I took the lighter from her and held a flame under the cigar she prepared to enjoy. She used her draw to stoke the tip into a small flame, then took the lighter from me and sunk into her chair. She sat back while exhaling into the air above us. Her eyes began scanning me and I straightened my spine with a smile, while awaiting instructions. I pretended everything was fine, but couldn’t adjust to the chair’s point so deep inside me, and pressing deeper. The woman I loved put her cigar aside and stood.

“Stand up you sniveling wimp,” this grand woman demanded of me. She was standing near the towel with her legs apart, hands on hips and the greatest of arias upon her lips. The fire was still in her eyes and a look of hatred was painted across her face. Her thick wild fiery red hair added to an exciting show; Brunnhilde encircled by flames, though I be no Siegfried. I was but a lowly servant slave, here to obey. I stood, producing a loud wet ‘POP’ as my asshole released the stainless steel point, breaking the suction I had formed. I thought sure I would lift the chair when I stood, but fortunately the weight of the chair was too much for my sigmoid flexure. My lover looked me up and down and a small smile interfered with the anger, just as she said it would.

“Well aren’t we pretty today. I definitely like that uniform on you Joey,” she said appreciatively, but I could sense something troubled her and it wasn’t me, though that’s why I was here.

“Get over here now,” Ms. Handlesmen demanded in a smooth deep voice, pointing at the towel with the finger of one hand. I obeyed in a snap and jumped the step required to reach the towel, then draped myself over it. I knew how she wished me; I never needed to be reminded. My hands reached the other side of the desk and gripped the edge. I planted my feet flat, steadied myself and gritted my teeth. I closed my eyes and raised my ass high for her. I was bracing for the worst, hurricane Handlesmen was just off my coast and coming in fast.

How much more abuse could my poor behind take, how much more internal and external punishment could I tolerate. Was my lover planning on ripping me into shreds in search of contentment? Was I to die in the service of Ms. Handlesmen? Would that bring me anything but pride?

To my surprise, Ms. Handlesmen’s hand came to my ass gently and opened wide around one of my cheeks. It provided me both pain and a warm wonderful feeling as it began caressing me tenderly. In a display of wanton desire, I went up on my toes to push my ass back against her hand and for a moment I was caressing my lover. Suddenly we were caressing each other, like a husband and wife, or wife and wife. Her fingers teased me in circular motions, running themselves around the outer frills of my uniform, then she slid her middle finger into and along my moist crevice. I swooned to her hands touch and thrilled to its intimidating search, but then the inevitable bahçelievler escort arrived.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The hand jumped into overdrive. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! The sounds reverberated around the room as my lover commenced taking her hostility and anger out on my posterior. I jumped, yelped, wiggled, screamed and bounced around in an energetic dance meant to help my poor lady relax. Not once did I attempt to escape or elude, though her assault drove me to the far edges of space. My endurance and energetic surrender was a heat-sink for my high-strung lover and right now I was dispelling tensions and heat at an enormous rate.

“Damn those sniveling twats, I’ll get their attention,” my boss hissed through gritted teeth. Her hand animated her words with a, whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Her words both demanded and received my undivided attention. “Why can’t I get them to understand,” she yelled further. My tears flowed freely and I struggled to keep from screaming, or blurting out. I wasn’t here to upset my lover further. I could hear my ass cheeks trembling to the results of a mighty swing and maddening tune, gyrating in an erotic performance meant to provide the necessary diversion. I was there to provide my lover release and rapture and I hoped she’d soon find them. My ass just couldn’t take any more, and the pain had me on the brink of unconsciousness. I didn’t know how much longer I could stay still, be obedient and not be tied down. Could I stay in place another moment, letting my ass be beaten to the point of laceration? I could for the love of my lover, I could… I could… I would.

All of a sudden I felt my chin scooped up into her palm and opened my eyes to find the secretary standing in front of me, cradling my head in her left hand. She was holding my head up as if it were a priceless antique, a mystical orb into which she was peering for answers. Her soft hand was gentle, kind, but expectedly firm and in control. In a moment, it was coated with my tears.

“Louder little one, you’re a big boy, with a good set of lungs,” she chided. She brought her face close to mine and though I couldn’t see through my veil of tears, I could feel her breath on my face. I yet enjoyed her sweet fragrance as she blew it to me with her words. She was becoming increasingly aggressive. “Go ahead and cry… Let it all out, Joey.”

“Keep your back arched and your ass up! Come on now… Let’s hear our little pussy cry,” my boss yelled during a mad flurry of swift smacks. My head now thrashed about in the hollow of the secretary’s warm wet hand, as my lover continued her relentless onslaught. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. The verbose pandemonium resounded through my head and the secretary sang the words.

“Good puppy dog. Come on. Cry for us little puppy… Cry for us… Louder. Louder! Louder!”

I begged them to stop while wailing and crying like an infant at the top of my lungs, without shame. My ass bounced in time with my head, yet my entire body stayed taut and tense. I became a tightly knotted coil of wire, vibrating between these two lovely women. I was providing them with a riotous show, complete with arias they both adored. Not soon enough, my irate lover calmed down a bit and stopped spanking me. She collapsed into her chair and sighed to a long release of air. With a screech of relief I stayed as I was, in the secretary’s hand, sobbing uncontrollably. I still begged and pleaded for her to make it all end, to make it all better. I couldn’t hear the ladies talking, laughing and belittling me over the sounds of the spanking yet reverberating around in my head like an unforgotten melody you want desperately to forget. The secretary lifted my chin higher and I was forced to follow.

“It’s over Joey, the spanking’s over,” she whispered to me in a snicker, between words with Ms. Handlesmen. “Just relax boy, your spanking is over for now, but the day isn’t over yet.” Her words never provided me total comfort. My buttocks burned with more fire and pain from recent spankings then ever before, but it seemed to be growing accustomed to them. Never had I been spanked quite so hard, or as often. This morning I walked to work and though I pretended otherwise, it was because I couldn’t sit. I only hoped I had the fortitude necessary to be Ms. Handlesmen’s personal secretary. That was still my plan, but how much could my flesh endure?

“Joey, come here Joey,” Ms. Handlesmen called, her voice calmer. “Come to me Joey, come to me and I will make it all better.” Though painful to even move, I forced myself to rise, to take my head from the comfort of the secretary’s now puddled hand. I was a blubbering, sniveling, puffy-eyed wreck, but I turned to my lover in a staggering motion and fell on my knees before her. I had to keep my ass from moving, because even the air was now abrasive. Ms. Handlesmen placed her spanking hand before me, palm up.

I couldn’t see well, but I could sense the balgat escort hand was that of my lover, the one she used to spank me. It radiated heat and drew me near, like fire does the frigid camper, or flame the moth. I brought my lips close and kissed it, then kissed it with passion. I could hear the women’s voices, talking about me no doubt, but my mind was here with her hand. With lips, mouth, mind and soul, I paid the hand the respect it was due and for the effort it put into my discipline.

“Joey, Joey, Joey,” I heard Ms. Handlesmen sing out. Her hand began responding to my mouth’s caresses. To me her hands were intimate friends; one my closest friend, the other my lover. While this one brought me discipline, gave me direction and showed me the way to the other, the other provided me with sexual experiences beyond my wildest dreams, with heaven. I worshipped and I loved both; one out of fear, the other out of carnal desire. Never had I loved any part of anyone so much. I’ve heard it said some males are leg-men, others are breast-men, and still others are into asses… but I was a hand-boy, Ms. Handlesmen’s hand-boy, and loved it.

“Come closer Joey, let me see how you look,” Ms. Handlesmen said in a relaxing tone, indicative of my importance. Gone was the rancor and frustration from her voice, the Ms. Handlesmen who hired me had returned. Here once again was the calm, collected, warm but heavy-handed woman. “Stand for me Joey… Let me see you in today’s uniform.” My lover had returned, and I had succeeded at my job.

With knees shaking and weak, I slowly worked my way up, as the ladies conversed in laughter. The secretary rattled on about some other executives who had an interest in me and Ms. Handlesmen thanked her for the information. My lover wanted the secretary to call a trainer and she knew whom she wanted. Standing wasn’t easy, burdened with so much pain, but with caution and care I made my way to my feet. I came to stand before my lady, still bent slightly at the waist, trying my best to collect my senses, as if I needed them. Ms. Handlesmen had a cure, as usual.

“Stand up straight boy!” She ordered and I obeyed as best I could. Then, as always, she brought the index finger of her right hand to my balls and traced gently in and over a few wrinkles. Blood surged through my gorging penis and then she looked up at me. She smiled and then looked to her secretary. “Very nice indeed,” she complemented the secretary. “You were correct on this one. I like the lace ruffles, they give it a certain je ne sais quoi. I think it should always wear lace.” My penis twitched and drooled happily to Ms. Handlesmen’s indescribable touch and indecent proposal.

“Come, let’s all go to lunch,” Ms. Handlesmen said.

Obediently and as if nothing happened, I wobbled like a freshly whipped puppy, following the ladies out of the door. The front of my uniform was drenched from neck to knee in bodily moisture. As usual, this morning I was the talk of the hallway. Conversations centered on my frill-lined buttocks that ‘glowed like a bright red light, or the big red nose of a clown’. We stopped in the washroom and I was made to stand facing into a corner as the ladies freshened up. It was an executive washroom that needed a key-card. While waiting for them to finish, Ms. Handlesmen allowed a couple of elderly dames to look me over with their hands, which were quite cruel to say the least.

“What do you think Georgette, Joan? It’s quite a find, wouldn’t you say,” Ms. Handlesmen asked finally coming up on us. Georgette, who was about seventy, had hold of my balls. She had one in each hand and she was fisting them like one would a couple wads of warm clay. She looked me in the eye and I got the strangest feeling she was contemplating theft. Joan, who wasn’t any younger, wanted to spank me, but my lover thought it unwise. She claimed she didn’t wish to spoil me, and I was due another spanking very soon. The thought of another spanking brought more tears to my still wet eyes and another round of sniffles.

“A very fine discovery. You’re a lucky lady, Harriot,” Georgette said as she released me and went for the door, smelling her hands and smiling to herself. “Those buttocks would make a nice Christmas tree ornament,” she said as an after thought.

“Those cute little balls too, with the ruffles. How adorable,” Joan said while moving. “Look out for Betty,” she said before they both disappeared out the door.

“I will,” my lover said with a smile and a look to the secretary. “Come here, Joey. Let me help you urinate.”

During lunch I knelt on the floor beside Ms. Handlesmen while being fed by the secretary. We dined in the executive dining room, which was less crowded and less noisy than the employee dining area. The rest of my day was spent either pressed onto the pointed stool which I hated, though it made me my lover’s sculpture, which I loved; or at Ms. Handlesmen’s feet, which I loved most of all. I adored serving as this woman’s footstool, spittoon or relaxant. I hung on her every word and jumped to her every blink. I existed in a state of perpetual arousal, my entire being groveling under the weight of her super-ego, the constant humiliation, and her manipulative ways. My penis pulsated to her every breath of air and blink of eye. I lived for her, for the close of business and her left hand, but this evening brought an added treat.

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Three weeks after my first visit I was once again at the door of the large house on the dark quiet street, half a city away from where I might be recognised. My fear of what I would find inside had gone, but I was still keen not to be spotted, and as I knocked I saw a man some distance away heading in my direction. He was too far away to be clear, but the pause while I waited for an answer still seemed to stretch for longer than was comfortable. Finally I could hear footsteps in the hallway, and the door was opened.

“Hi. Oh, it’s Daniel isn’t it?”

“Hi Heidi, well remembered! I’ve only been here once.”

“Come in then, follow me.”

Once again we climbed the stairs I remembered. I was disappointed that Heidi wore jeans today, so there was no chance of a flash of her underwear, though the sight of her ass only a couple of feet in front of my face was still a cheap thrill. When we reached the landing she again took me to one of the doors that led off it, though a different one this time. This bedroom was smaller than the one I’d previously seen and the terracotta walls gave it a darker feel, especially as the only light came from a bedside lamp. An upright mirror stood in one corner, there really wasn’t space for anything else. The place was clean but felt seedy, as I’d initially imagined a brothel might.

“Who would you like to see, Daniel? Joanne’s here today but she’s with a client at the moment, she’ll be 10 minutes or so. We’ve also got a new girl called Sarah – she’s blonde, petite, pale skin, 34A bust. She’s also busy at the moment but should be finished soon. Or if you’d like to spend some time with me I can see you now.”

I was definitely tempted. I’d almost chosen Heidi before, she was outgoing and friendly, and as I looked at her tanned girl-next-door face, and the black bra that was clearly visible through her thin white cropped shirt I was certainly turned on. If this had been my first visit I’d have been very happy to learn more about her. Perhaps there might yet be other chances..?

“Thanks, but I’d like to see Joanne again. Do I wait here?”

“You do, we try to keep the men from seeing each other. No problem, I’ll send her in when she’s free. There’s some bottles of water under the bed if you want a drink. Maybe next time for me?” and she winked as she left.

For a few minutes I sat on the bed. Now that I had a chance to look around the room I was starting to like it. There was definitely something erotic about the dim light, and I noticed a small painting of a naked woman hung on the wall directly over the headboard. I walked around the bed and in the far corner of the room lay a small discarded pair of black panties. What stories could they tell?

There were voices on the landing – one male, one female. The words weren’t quite audible, then I heard someone descending the stairs and leaving. I thought I could hear water running somewhere, so perhaps one of the women was freshening up after their last customer – maybe there wasn’t much longer to wait.

The door opened and Joanne walked in. Today she was fully dressed, her long slender legs in a pair of sheer white tights, ending in a pair of black stilettos. Her upper half was covered by a tight, stretchy light blue dress with spaghetti straps which came to halfway down her thighs, and contrasted with her ebony skin. Her hair Kızılay Escort was tied back, highlighting the glittery green eye shadow that she wore. A tiny black handbag hung from one shoulder.

“Daniel! You came back!”

“I did promise I would.”

I stood to greet her and she hugged me, planting a kiss on my cheek. Her right hand reached down and gave my backside a playful squeeze.

“Have you come back to treat yourself again? How long would you like me for?”

“Another hour would be good.”

“Mmm, good idea. Gives you time to enjoy yourself properly. Same service as last time or a little more?”

“You never told me what a little more included.”

“That’s how to tempt you back! You know how much for full service and oral. For another £20 you can go down on me. And for another £20 you get a surprise. But I know you’ll like it.”

I laughed: “I want all of that. Are you trying to clean me out?”

“I’m a hooker, honey. But once you pay me I’m all yours. And you already know I’m good.”

There was no denying that. I handed over a handful of banknotes, this time she didn’t leave the room but simply stuffed them into her handbag which she placed under the bed. Clearly she trusted me now. She stood up again and placed her arms around my neck, like a teenager at a school dance.

“For the next hour I’m all yours, baby. And I know you won’t be so shy this time. So tell me what you want.”

“Mmm. Undress me. Everything.”

“You’re the boss.”

First she knelt down and quickly slipped off my trainers and socks. Next she stood up and slowly began to unbutton my shirt from the top. As she worked her way down a hand slipped inside and gently rubbed my chest, the fingers exploring and stroking my nipples. By the time she’d taken the shirt off and thrown it into a corner I could already feel myself starting to grow hard. She kissed and licked my neck.

“Trousers next, baby. Let’s see what’s inside there for me.”

Her hand stroked my crotch through the material so she could feel my erection, then she undid my belt and pulled my trousers down. When I stepped out of them she wasted no time in pulling my boxer shorts down too, so that I was naked before her.

I began to say something but just at that moment a noise came from the bedroom next door. The walls can’t have been that thin, but although it was muffled I could definitely hear two voices; a grunting male, a gasping female, and they were sounding rhythmically with each other and growing louder. Joanne smiled at me and we listened together for a minute or so until the man reached his climax and the sounds retreated. She spoke:

“Sounds like Sarah’s giving some lucky guy a good time. I’d better raise my game or you might not want to see me again now you know what else is on offer. Now that you’re naked, what’s next? What can I do to turn you on?”

“I’d like to watch you strip. Nice and slow, so I can enjoy the show.”

“I can do that for you, easy. Anything else? Want me to dance? What would give you pleasure?”

“No dancing, but talk dirty to me. You’re good at that.”

Instantly her voice grew harder as it had in our first meeting. She took a step back.

“Sit down on the bed then, and don’t speak. Watch me take everything off for you. Look and listen.”

She Kolej Escort began by taking off her shoes, then began to peel her stockings down. All the time her eyes were fixed on mine while she kept up a stream of talk.

“See how I take them off, baby. See how I’m getting my legs bare for you. When I’m naked you can touch those, stroke them, lick them, lay down between them as I spread them for you.”

I was dying to touch myself but I knew if I did there was a strong chance I’d come very quickly so I resisted, simply laying my hand next to my cock. Her stockings removed, Joanne paused and watched me, her voice still icy:

“No stroking yet baby, that cock’s for me when I’m ready. I bet you’ve been touching it though haven’t you? I bet you’ve been thinking of me and jerking off, shooting your load and wishing it was in my pussy, or over my tits or ass. Hold tight baby, you can fuck me soon.”

Now the dress straps were shrugged off, and she began to pull down the dress. It came down easily, and there was no bra beneath. Her already dark breasts looked even more sensuous in the murky light. She lightly tweaked her nipples then cupped them fully.

“Here are my tits for you, baby. Remember how good they taste? Do you remember how you licked and sucked them before while I moaned under you? You can touch them again soon, you can feel how soft they are under your hands, they’re all for you.”

The dress was slid down, and Joanne stood before me in her panties. Still watching me, she slipped her index and middle fingers down the front and started to play with herself.

“Do you want to see my pussy, baby? Do you want to touch it? Finger me and make me wet. Bury your face in my cunt and taste it. Eat me out baby, smell me, lick me, put your dick in it when you’re ready. You’ve bought me, so you can use it however you want.”

“Take your pants off.”

“Sure baby, let me show you everything.”

When she was naked I told her to stand in front of and facing the mirror. I stood behind her and placed my hands on her hips.

“What do you want now, Daniel?”

“I want to explore you and watch.”

“Mmm, kinky! Touch all of me, treat yourself. I don’t want to lose out next time to that blonde slut through the wall.”

Our eyes locked in our reflection. I groped her body, squeezing her buttocks with my right hand, while the left reached around the front and stroked her belly. Slowly I moved it upwards, cupping a breast, pinching her nipple between the length of my fingers. The mirror showed every movement and I continued to focus on her face as I nibbled her neck. From the corner of my eye I could see our bodies casting shadows on the wall.

I moved my right hand to the front and ran the palm of my hand over her pubic hair. Then I moved lower and inserted a middle finger inside her, and ran it up and down her already wet lips, still watching the mirror. Now my arms were wrapped around her body I pushed my hips closer, so that my cock lay between the cheeks of her ass. She pushed it back against me, making me harder still as I continued to stroke her clit. Joanne panted quietly.

“Mmm baby, I can see you’re not shy anymore. How would you like to taste me? Tell me where you’d like me to be.”

“69.”

“Sure, baby. Let’s both Maltepe Escort have some fun. You know I give good oral, show me what you can do”

I lay on the bed with my head on the pillow and she climbed over my chest, her pussy a few inches above my lips. Slowly she lowered it towards me and I held her hips to guide it towards my mouth. When she was close enough I stuck out my tongue and licked from bottom to top. I hadn’t tasted a cunt for five years and the sweet taste unlocked something in me. I licked again and again, lapping at the slit in front of me. If Joanne made a noise I didn’t hear it, focussed only on what was right in front of my eager mouth.

A few seconds later my concentration was disturbed by a sensation between my legs. Joanne must have plunged her lips halfway down my cock without any preliminaries. I felt her mouth and tongue pumping up and down my shaft with a frantic pressure and rhythm, and I responded by forcing the tip of my tongue inside her, probing for her clit. We were both moaning now.

When I had to come up for air I felt my lust overtaking me, and a long time fantasy needed fulfilling. I wriggled my head an inch back, and stared at Joanne’s puckered anus, just in front of my face. It was clean and begging for attention. Her ass hadn’t been mentioned in her services, but my desire was stronger than reason. I craned my neck and stuck out a tongue.

“Oh! Fuck, yes!”

“It’s OK?”

“I love that! Do it again!”

Permission given, I gave her asshole the same attention I’d given her cunt. She’d stopped sucking me, and I listened to her groan as I hungrily ran my tongue over and around the edge. A couple of times I inserted the tip inside, and the slightly acrid taste felt forbidden. I was the paying customer, but in that moment I’d have done anything for Joanne if it meant I could rim her for a little longer.

“Whoah baby, whoah! Too much!”

“Mmm, sorry.”

Joanne climbed off me and sat cross-legged on the bed next to me.

“Don’t be, it felt amazing. But we need to get you off, you deserve it.”

“What’s the surprise I’ve paid for?”

“Pretty simple. Choose your hole. You can come where you like – fuck my cunt, my mouth or my ass. You’ve lubed it enough already.”

I knew I was already very close, my cock ached and twitched as I looked at her. Any sort of fuck was going to be over very quickly. My reply might have surprised her.

“I want to cum over you.”

“Sure, which part?”

“Your chest. Stroke me and talk to me while you do it.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and she knelt before me. Her fingers lightly gripped my shaft as her hand moved backwards and forwards at a steady pace.

“Come on baby, I’m waiting for you. Look at my tits. Look at them shaking, waiting to be covered by you. Does it feel good baby, do you want to shoot your load over me? That’s what I want, I want to feel your hot cum spraying over me and dribbling down towards my cunt. Mark me, cover me with your dirty spunk…”

It was over in seconds. I groaned as I came, and Joanne kept stroking until her dark breasts were drenched in the sticky, white fluid. When I’d finally finished she used both her hands to massage my cum into her skin, then held a nipple to my mouth so I could taste myself on her; another first for me.

“Daniel, what happened to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“The first time you came here you were so shy. You’ve changed!”

“It’s been so long since I fucked anyone. There’s a lot to catch up on.”

“That’s what we’re here for. Same time next week?”

“Ha! I can’t get away every week, and I couldn’t afford to. But I’ll definitely be back.”

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By the spring of 2008 I was in a steady job that paid well, had a house of my own and was, generally speaking, in a ‘good place’. And with some form of stability in my life, I decided to dip my toes back into the mirky waters of the music business, just to see if that first adventure was down to skill, to luck, or maybe a combination of the two.

I quit the music business in the summer of 2003. I was broken, a ship without a rudder and seriously adrift in dangerous waters. Fearing for my life, I waved good-bye to the rock-n-roll dream and hopped on the first plane back to the UK using a stolen credit card and my sister’s passport. The game was up and it was time to quit the field.

Looking back to that painful, difficult period, I had very few options remaining. I either left Seoul under my own steam, using an assumed identity, or I embarked upon a similar journey involving a wooden box anonymously stashed away in the plane’s cargo hold, just another drugged-up failure, another casualty in the war against mediocrity. That’s not being overly dramatic. That’s the truth. I was, to use a quaint colloquialism, “fucked up”.

A spell in a rehab clinic followed and, once I’d gotten myself straight and properly grounded, I returned to my previous life albeit more world-weary and heavily battle-scarred. I could handle the personal stuff, the emotional baggage, the sense of loss, and lost opportunities. I’m tough. I’m resilient. I fight my own battles. However, there was one battle I couldn’t win. Wouldn’t win. This fight wasn’t internal and neither was it a desire to fall back under the influence of a frenzy of narcotics. This battle was with the Tax Man.

I was carrying a truly monumental debt, of the order of several hundreds of thousands of pounds, largely because my record company had neglecting to pay VAT and, because I was now back in the UK, that amount was now due. Little did I know that as soon as the aircraft’s wheels touched the tarmac at Heathrow, the Tax Man and I would become uneasy bedfellows for the next four years. I clearly remember that first consultation with my new UK-based accountant : “Well, Sarah, You’re not a millionaire any more. In fact…”

So that’s the background to this adventure. It took me four years to extract myself from that level of debt and another two before I could build any kind of credit history.

Let’s skip forward to 2008. I’m in a better place but I still have a number of important questions lingering in the back of my mind. Could I still call myself a musician? Did I give up too soon? Maybe I was just another no-talent hack who got lucky? Did I have a future in music, perhaps working in TV or on film scores? I wanted to know.

I put together a modest studio in a spare bedroom – a couple of guitars, some synths, a drum machine, all linked together by a well-spec’d MacBook. After that, I set to work on writing a new album.

Six months later, I emerged from the spare bedroom with the core of that album in place. Twelve songs of a dark and gloomy tone that I thought sounded pretty good. However, I knew that this collection was a long way from being fully finished and a couple of trusted friends suggested that I should seek out the services of a good producer, someone with experience who could point out both the album’s strengths and its weakness, as well as plug the gaps and fix the holes.

Dale came well recommended. He had the reputation, the experience and the knowledge to get the job done and, best of all, he agreed to work for a lower rate albeit with a share in any profits.

We began working on the collection in September of 2008 and the plan was to have the bulk of the album finished by just into the New Year. From there, I thought I’d be able to hitch a ride on one or two of the summer festivals and so on…

However, there was a problem. Unbeknownst to me, Dale had recently separated from his wife of thirty years and he was not in a good place, mentally or physically. Actually, he was pretty messed up. Worse, his former wife, Missy, was still living under the same roof, and she would remain so placed until she could afford to buy her way out of their mortgage. That wasn’t going to happen any time soon given that her only source of income was a weekend job behind the tills at Bejams.

Dale and I worked on my album nearly every night for the next two months. We worked quickly and efficiently, and the finished collection of songs started to sound good, like a cohesive, solid body of work.

I hardly ever saw Missy in that time, which suited us both. All the same, there was an atmosphere about the house throughout, like you’d just accidentally stumbled into the tail end of a bad argument between your parents. A real air of tension sitting quietly, stage left, patiently awaiting its cue to enter the limelight.

A few weeks went by and I became very attached to Dale. He was fun and had a great sense of humour. He was working on an exercise programme to improve his overall fitness Etimesgut Escort and had started to take a greater interest in his appearance. He was shaving and bathing on a regular basis too, which was a plus given that we were spending long periods together in a confined space. At that point, I didn’t think of him as a potential mate because, and let’s be brutally honest, I was just twenty six and he was well past fifty. Worse, he wore all the signs of a mid-life crisis proudly and defiantly upon his sleeve so, by and large, he was off limits.

November the fifth 2008, Bonfire Night. I remember the night clearly. Dale had suggested that we should talk about the album’s artwork. To that end, he’d arranged a meeting with his friend, Martin, to walk through the actual process. Given that I already had a few pencil sketches for the layout in my studio book, as well as a reasonable collection of suitable images, the timing couldn’t have been better.

Dale, Martin and I sat down around Dale’s huge dining table and talked about all of the various permutations and what they might cost. Missy was there throughout and was actually both interested and helpful, so I encouraged her as much as I could because I felt that any kind of dialogue was better than no dialogue at all.

At some point, I pulled out a memory stick full of photographs. Now, I hadn’t been particularly careful about how I’d selected those images. I simply grabbed a handful from one folder and then another, and then another, until I had around two hundred graphics covering my time with my first band, a bunch I’d had taken in a professional studio and a small selection from my time working as a model, both for a local New Age / hippy fashion outlet and as a Life Model (detailed in the piece The Model Life).

And… yeah.. You guessed it. I somehow managed to leave a couple of the more colourful images in there. Actually, I’m lying. I kinda, sorta, deliberately wanted Dale to see some of those images. I wanted to see his reaction. Truth be told, even though I’d decided he was off-limits, I genuinely had a bit of a crush on him. I wanted Dale to see the true ‘me’, the ‘me’ that lives beyond the guitars and the music and the career-bitch persona. I wanted to show him that I was more than just a client with a deep pocket.

Okay, so the images weren’t at all dodgy. I think the best/worst (take your pick) was me standing naked in a field, my back to the camera, coyly looking over my shoulder with my bum on show. Hey, we were having fun that day. Then we opened up another folder, a collection of photos I’d genuinely forgotten about. I was posing for a photographer friend, on the steps of Old Durham Gardens. This time, I’m in long shot but you can see everything. Boobs, pubes, the lot. I just went bright red in the face and tried to skip past the image but no, the damage was done.

Martin thought these racier images were superb. We couldn’t use them but he’d changed his perception of me. I wasn’t some kind of prissy tight-ass. Dale just looked extremely uncomfortable, visibly sweating. Missy? She smiled and giggled and asked to see more. And, strangely, the more we talked, the more I got to like her. Yeah, you read that right. Missy was okay. A good person deep down.

Anyway, Martin found a couple of really gorgeous action shots that would form the cover art, as well as a series of professionally taken head and shoulders shots that would work well as the interiors. Before we could proceed, we had to get clearance from the copyright holders and that, he said, would take time and money so I wrote him a cheque and left him to it. We also started to put together a basic web site for the project although that’s another story for another day.

Christmas came and went, and, alas, so did Missy. She moved out of Dale’s house a couple of days into the New Year and filed for divorce almost immediately afterwards. Dale was, as you might imagine, pretty gutted. I called him several times and offered friendship and support, and, sadly, he never called me back. Not once.

Once the Christmas decorations had come down and we were back at work, I messaged Dale to say that I wanted to resume work on the album. The whole project, the music, packaging, the press packs and the digital media, looked like it might be finished on time and under budget, and I felt we were closing in on the target. Better still, half way through January, we received the news that the advance singles had picked up some airplay, mostly local but some national too. That was superb news so we needed to get the album finished, and soon, if we were to maintain the forward momentum.

I booked a couple of all day sessions, mostly at weekends, and, got down to work.

As January gave way to February, Dale became a different person. Finally free of Missy, he was happier, more confident and self-assured, and once again, started to enjoy his role as a Studio Producer.

Plain sailing? Etlik Escort Nope, not at all. Missy quickly discovered that life on her own was more of a struggle than she’d bargained for. Worse, she’d argued with her new flatmates and they had, unanimously, invited her to leave though the reason why was never discussed. Missy moved back in almost immediately. However, she did find a decent, well paid job working at the local cinema so she was out nearly every night until at least midnight.

Of course, in that time, I became incredibly attached to Dale. In love? Yeah, I think so. In lust? Yes, definitely. There was something about him that I found incredibly attractive, some kind of inner warmth perhaps. I had to fight the urge to hump him on a daily basis.

The first week in March. I remember it well. I’d booked another day-long session but, somehow, I got caught up in a traffic jam and then couldn’t find anywhere to park and so had to walk around two hundred meters to his house in the middle of an utterly torrential downpour. I was soaked from head to toe and looked like the proverbial drowned rat when I arrived at Dale’s front door.

Dale led me to Missy’s bathroom, fetched a bunch of towels and then went to Missy’s wardrobe to find something dry. He handed me a low-cut, full length black velveteen dress that was around six sizes too big but would do until my own stuff had dried out. I spent twenty minutes padding around Missy’s bedroom waving an underpowered hairdryer over my head whilst attempting to clutch a towel to my skinny chest. What I remember most about that episode was that I was wearing a scruffy bra-top thing, old and frayed bikini briefs and a truly hideous pair of thigh length self support stockings that were a vivid pea green in colour. How and why Dale didn’t just laugh his arse off is a mystery to this day.

March came around and the album was, to all intents and purposes, complete. One final listen through and we were finished. I’d brought along a bottle of Champagne as a celebration and, when that final sustained chord rang out of the speakers and then faded into silence, I pulled out two glasses and popped the cork. We’d done it.

Shortly afterwards, I was drunk. Not blind drunk. Not falling over drunk but pleasantly intoxicated. I certainly wasn’t fit to drive, of that I am sure.

I remember sitting in a corner of the studio, laughing like an idiot, the relief on my face plain to see. I’d enjoyed the process. We had an album to be proud of. Even if it tanked, we’d made something halfway good. And, best of all, I was finally free of my old band, and my old band mates. I’d moved on. Shame they obviously hadn’t. Reading through their recent newspaper articles, they were still lurching from one High Court Action to the next. I’m glad I got out when I did. I felt vindicated.

And the more Dale and I drank, the merrier we became.

And then…

Somehow, Dale twisted the conversation around to my photo set. In retrospect, this wasn’t accidental. It was deliberate. He asked if I still had the memory stick. I hauled it out of my studio bag and dumped it on the mixing desk, a big, big smile resting on my soppy, stupid face.

“Go on,” I said. “You want to take a peak, don’t you?”

And he did.

He opened the first folder and began to click through. A curious frown soon morphed into a delighted grin, and then a big, big, open-jawed smile.

Then came the icing on the cake.

Dale started to ask about the poses and the locations, who took the pictures, and their reach, a sure sign that he was trying to ascertain if these images (and me!) came with any unwanted baggage.

The poses were a mix of clothed, partially clothed and full nude. Those that were not clothed were non-sexual. Erotic but not at all explicit.

He found the fashion-shoots first. My friend Pat took most of them in a field not far from her house in Hexham, Northumberland. Their reach? The naked ones were never used on the shop’s web site (obviously) but I know Pat posted a few to her various photographic web sites and to her closest friends. I had copies but never did anything with them.

Dale also asked about Patricia.

I decided to be bold and upfront. No sense in being anything else, I thought. Yeah, Pat and I were lovers, once, some years before although nothing ever came of it. All the same, we remained close. Dale was curious about my time as a bi-sexual. I said I wasn’t a bi-sexual, or sexual anything. I was, if anything, a pan-sexual. Gender wasn’t and still isn’t important. Either someone is attractive or they aren’t.

Dale sat back in his seat and smiled. “I just find it curious,” he said. “I’ve always been completely straight…”

“Completely straight?” I replied. “You sure? Never been tempted to experiment with the Dark Side?”

Dale frowned. “By the Dark Side, you mean… knobs and stuff?”

I nodded and smiled.

“Well, a friend once stuck Eve Gelen Escort his cock in my face and invited me to… Err… perform fellatio on him,” said Dale. “I declined, forcefully if memory serves. Not into dicks or anything. I have one of my own and I don’t feel the urge to … you know… “

Dale asked if there were more images and, because I was a little drunk, I said yes. I even told him which folders to look in.

I showed him the photos from the Life Model sessions.

“How and why did you become a Life Model?” he asked. I told him how my sister had found me the gig, and that I’d worked as a Life Model for a couple of months, both before and after University. It paid the bills. Nothing more.

I dragged up the appropriate folder and let him peruse through the portfolio I’d held on to for old times. The majority were harmless life studies but there were a few that featured full-frontal nudity, nipples and pubes and all…

“And you don’t get at all bashful about these?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I said. “I’m very comfortable with my body. I take a lot of care of it and try to keep myself in good condition, so that it’ll last as long as possible. That said, it’s just a body. Same as any other woman’s…”

He smiled. A big, huge smile. “Not Missy, that’s for sure. Well, you’ve met her. She wasn’t into the whole ‘My Body is a Temple’ concept. More like ‘My body is a storage facility for Pork fucking Pies. I don’t think I’ve seen her naked for maybe five or six years. I don’t think I would want to anyhow, though someone did.”

That was the first time I’d ever heard him say a word against Missy, or even made a personal comment about her appearance. It kinda shocked me, frankly.

“But, hey,” he said, flicking through the slideshow. “Let’s not go down that route, shall we? These are… remarkable. And you’re not at all bothered by some dirty old pervert like me staring at your bits and pieces, and getting all… you know?”

“What?” I asked.

“You know… aroused ‘n’ stuff?”

“I’m flattered, frankly,” I said. “It means I’m doing something right… But these are art pictures. They’re not supposed to be sexual…”

“Well, yes. Certainly…”

“You want to see it, right?” I asked, openly flirting with him.

“What?” said Dale.

“This…” I pointed at my torso in a rather theatrical swoop.

Dale smiled and nodded. “Well, yeah. Who wouldn’t?”

“All of it or some of it?” I asked.

“All of it…”

“All of it? Really?”

He nodded.

“You sure?”

He nodded again.

“No going back,” I whispered.

He smiled.

“Okay…”

So, ever-so-slightly drunk, I stood up, kicked my trainers into the far corner and unbuttoned my jeans.

Dale was watching. Intently…

“You wanna turn around?” I whispered. “Give a girl some privacy…”

Dale turned his head slightly to the right and pretended to check out his mixing desk although I suspect he was watching whatever he could in the reflections on his monitor.

I stopped when I was down to my knickers and a pair of crap knee socks. Rock ‘n’ roll, eh? I figured that was enough for the time being.

And I flopped down in the other studio chair and just sat, arms up behind my head, awaiting his indulgence.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” he whispered as soon as he clapped eyes on me.

“You like?” I asked.

“Of course I like!” he shouted. “Amazing. Completely amazing! And a first, too!”

I laughed. “First what?”

“First time anyone has ever sat in that chair naked…”

“Even you?”

“Even me…”

“Well, there you go,” I said. “You did ask. Now, where’s the Champagne?”

Dale reached over and picked up the bottle although, alas, it was empty.

“Shame,” I said. “Still, I don’t want to get hammered. I have to drive home after all.”

“Well, hopefully not straight away…” said Dale.

By now, I was feeling horny. I mean deeply, deeply horny. And, slut that I am, I decided to mess with him a little more.

I slouched further down in the chair and then drew my legs up under my thighs so that the poor guy could do little but stare at the well-rounded mound of thin fabric that covered my pubis and, logically, the tiny damp patch that was spreading across my gusset.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“I’m sick of listening to my own shit,” I said. “Lemme hear some of your stuff.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

Sad to say, I didn’t really like Dale’s compositions. Not even a little. Too drifty. Too ethereal. Too… peaceful for want of a better word. And also too stuck in the late 60’s and early 70’s. Not my kind of energy at all.

Time for some plain, decent, upright honesty. All I really wanted was this guy to fill my pussy up with a big lump of cock. That’s all. Nothing more. I hadn’t had sex in more than a year and was starting to feel like a celibate old Nun.

“I need a piss,” said Dale, which I think was his polite way of saying “I reckon I’m on a promise here. I need to go change my underwear, wash my dick and get a couple of condoms from the bedside cabinet…”

He returned a minute or so later, certainly smelling sweeter.

I’d been busy. Although I kept my crappy socks on, my knickers were now sitting on the studio floor, my hands jammed between my thighs.

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The story is set in the early 80’s and Luther “The Root” Casey has graduated college and is working for a music production company in a big Midwestern city. “Summer in the City, Part 1” is recommended reading for an introduction to Rennie Altobella. And most any of my other writings will help fill in Luther’s backstory. Per usual, this story is fiction and all characters are of legal age.

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As her friend Rennie Altobella put it best, Mia Carbo had the mind of a scientist, the body of an Italian film star, and the sexual appetite of a Roman whore. Given this, the fact that she was the midday weatherlady on one of the city’s network TV affiliates made her all the more extraordinary.

But only a handful of people were privy to Mia’s lusty ways. Because at work she was the model of decorum, delivering the daily weather report with an engaging, professional style that had won her a wide viewing audience. And thanks to her curvaceous body and flattering wardrobe, she was especially popular with male viewers.

As she stood in profile in front of the station’s green screen, motioning the day’s weather patterns in her animated style, men across the city gravitated towards televisions to admire her in action. And regardless of the forecast, her big tits, wide hips and round ass were always the stars of the show.

Rennie and Mia had started working at the station at about the same time and quickly became fast friends. They had a lot in common, given their similar ages and Italian heritage. And they were also both wicked smart and ambitious: Rennie as an up-and-coming producer, while Mia was turning heads — and not just those of horny men — as a rising star among on-air meteorologists.

In college Mia hadn’t intended to go into broadcast journalism. She was studying atmospheric science when a savvy professor suggested she consider television. So after taking a couple of broadcasting classes and doing an internship at a local TV station, she was hooked.

But in her private life, like Rennie, Mia loved to play out steamy erotic fantasies. She came from a devout Catholic family, and until losing her virginity on the night of her senior prom she’d managed to control her gnawing lust through high school. But when she got to college she made up for lost time, while also developing an affinity for guys with big cocks.

However, given her job and public persona, Mia couldn’t just walk into a bar and pick up some hung stud to take home and fuck. She needed discrete lovers who wouldn’t kiss and tell.

So when she and Rennie were out for dinner one summer Friday after work and Luther, Rennie’s new well-endowed lover, stopped by to join them, Mia quickly approved the plan her friend had proposed. She and Rennie had done a threesome once before, and from what she now saw of Lute, he would be the perfect new partner for them to share.

Nunzio’s was a classic old Italian restaurant where Rennie and Mia were both regulars and treated like family by the owner. On his way in, Lute had noticed a picture of Mia and the owner on the front wall, along with signed photos of other luminaries. And thanks to Mia’s celebrity status, they were seated at a table in the back, cordoned off by a big curtain.

The food was delicious and the owner kept the drinks flowing, and that, coupled with the trio’s lively conversation and under-the-table groping made for a memorable meal. Since he was driving, Lute moderated his alcohol intake, but by the time the dessert cannolis arrived, the ladies were in high spirits.

Over dessert, Mia pulled out some fan letters she’d received that day. Having first gone through them at the office, she’d brought along a few she especially liked.

Handing one to Rennie to read aloud, she chuckled as the anonymous author described how he worked in the parts department of a local car dealership where the TV in the adjacent customer waiting area was usually tuned to Mia’s channel. The author went on to describe how at least once a week he’d get so worked up by watching her weather report that he’d slip off to the men’s room and jerk off. And the canary yellow ensemble she’d worn the previous week had especially turned him on.

The author described in detail how he imagined lifting up that yellow skirt, leaning her over the news desk and fucking her senseless. He closed by encouraging her to wear that outfit more often.

“Wow, that’s pretty fucking hot!” Rennie exclaimed when she’d finished reading. Smiling and nodding, Mia said, “Yeah, that yellow suit’s a keeper! Okay, now look at this!”

Opening another envelope she placed three Polaroid photos face down on the table and read from the back of one, “My wife and I both work the night shift at the hospital, so when we wake up, it’s usually time for your weather report. We get so hot watching you that it often leads to some serious fucking. Your weather report is better than porn!”

Flipping over the photo, Rennie and Lute saw it was taken by a naked guy lying on a bed who was stroking his big Gaziosmanpaşa Escort cock while watching Mia’s weather report on TV. Then turning over the second, they could see it was obviously taken by the same guy but now captured a naked woman whose hair obscured her face as she lay between his legs with his cock in her mouth, with Mia still on TV in the background.

And when Mia flipped over the last photo, it was of the same couple, but now the woman was sitting on the guy’s cock in a reverse cowgirl position, facing the TV that still showed Mia.

“I just love my fans!” Mia giggled.

“Do you get stuff like this all the time?” Lute asked, surprised by what he was seeing.

“Every. Fucking. Day!” Rennie chimed in with a laugh, “A lot of it’s really pervy, but some are pretty cool!”

Obviously pleased with herself, Mia just raised her eyebrows and gave them a mischievous grin. And this helped Lute better understand what made Mia Carbo tick.

Mia and Rennie had taken a cab to the restaurant after work, but Lute had driven his VW van. So after the owner slipped them out the back exit, they piled in. Mia and Rennie sat together on the back bench seat while Lute drove. And as he pulled out of the parking lot and looked in the rear view mirror, he saw his partners were wasting no time moving into the next phase of their evening’s entertainment.

The ladies were in the throes of deep open-mouth kissing, with Mia wrapped around Rennie, feeling up her tits as they canoodled. Lute had taken out the van’s middle seat so he could haul his big standup bass, so with his mirror tilted down, he had an unobstructed view of the ladies in action. It wasn’t too far from the restaurant to Mia’s place, and she and Rennie spent the drive hungrily going at it like long lost lovers.

Lute popped one of his favorite mix tapes into the player, so REM, Roxy Music and other bands of the day played through the stereo speakers while Rennie and Mia went at it. From his vantage, Lute could see they were definitely into each other, but he also suspected their show was partly for his benefit. And with his cock now stretching down his pant leg, he was definitely an appreciative audience.

By now Mia had undone her thick mane of black hair she usually kept pulled back for work, and her tresses spilled over the van’s seat back like a vixen Medusa.

“Your girlfriend’s such a slut, Luther” Mia said to Lute, her hand inside Rennie’s blouse, fondling her tits, “And she likes pussy almost as much as she loves big cocks. Has she mentioned that?”

“Yeah, it has come up,” Lute chuckled. They’d only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and he’d just recently learned that Rennie’s sexual desires weren’t limited to men.

Because the previous weekend they’d met up with some of her friends at a lakeside cabin north of the city. The cabin wasn’t very big, and since the back seat of his van folded down into a bed, they set up camp in there. And on the second night, with Lute’s approval, one of Rennie’s old college friends joined them.

Her friend was a foxy lass with whom Rennie had some undergrad adventures, so after Lute and the ladies had smoked a joint and gone for a late-night skinny dip, Rennie and her friend went back to the van while Lute lay stargazing on the dock.

By the time Lute climbed into the van that night, his partners were deep into it. The friend was stretched out on the bed, writhing and moaning with Rennie’s head planted between her legs, working over her pussy like a diehard lesbian.

Lute joined them and mounted Rennie from behind while she kept carpet munching her friend. And that’s how the night went, Lute fucking both of the ladies while they also kept at it with each other.

So now as he drove and watched Rennie getting frisky with Mia, he wasn’t the least surprised. Having discovered what a truly hyper-sexual creature Rennie was, he knew little was off-limits for her.

And he was pleased to see that the Channel 7 weatherbabe was apparently Rennie’s randy equal. Because when she slid her hand under Rennie’s skirt and found, per Lute’s preference, that she wasn’t wearing panties, she moved right in.

“Oh, she’s definitely a nasty slut, Luther!” Mia laughed as she slid her fingers into Rennie’s fur covered slit. And as she fingered Rennie’s quim, they continued their steamy foreplay until Lute pulled the van into the parking garage of Mia’s downtown highrise.

Thanks to her on-air popularity, which translated to high ratings for the station’s midday program, Mia was getting a nice salary that afforded her a spacious 35th floor apartment overlooking the city. Fortunately the threesome had an elevator car to themselves, so on the way up the ladies brought Lute in on their kissing and groping. And by the time they reached her apartment, Mia was grinding her ass against the raging python lurking in Lute’s pants, taunting him with promises of what was to come.

Once inside her apartment, Rennie went off to fix them drinks while Mia led Gölbaşı Escort Lute into the living room. Guiding him into a chair, she put on some music and then went over to the room’s big wall of windows.

It was a moonless night and the room was unlit, so from the outside Mia was only a shadowy silhouette in the window. But Lute could see her just fine as she slowly moved to the sultry music, beginning a seductive strip tease that would have fulfilled the fantasies of her TV viewers.

She first undid her suit jacket and tossed it aside. Then standing in profile as she swayed to the music, she caressed her tits through their silky white DD bra, leaned back her head and torso, and shoved out her breasts as her hair cascaded behind her.

Rennie returned with their drinks, and after handing Lute his whiskey and soda she sidled over to assist in Mia’s provocative dance. Standing behind her friend and nuzzling her neck, she reached around and groped her tits before unfastening her bra.

Still framed in profile against the windows and the expansive view of the city, Mia leaned forward, letting her fleshy tits cascade out of their constraints and dangle down like succulent udders ready to be milked.

Then tossing her bra to Lute with a burlesque flair, she leaned forward as she moved to the music, her breasts swaying in silhouette against the night sky. As she did, Rennie caressed her fine round ass and undid the zipper of her skirt and helped her slither it off so Mia could continue her seductive dance, now clad only in her lacy white bikini panties.

Lute had a nice view of the weatherlady’s bosomy assets, and they didn’t disappoint. Her tits were big and full with wide dark areolas and thick nipples as they hung seductively on her chest. She was a tall, statuesque beauty, and knowing she would soon be riding his thick cock made her all the more alluring.

But as Lute watched Mia continue her slow striptease in front of the windows, it was clear to him she was enacting one of her fantasies, which was stripping on live television. And this was true, because Mia often dreamed of giving her viewers a real show, similar to the one she was now performing for Lute.

While she danced and stripped, Lute continued sipping his drink and enjoying her performance. But with his cock now stretching to uncomfortable proportions in his pants, he undid his trousers and slipped them off, and then did likewise with his briefs. Once released from its bondage, his huge shaft reveled in its freedom and stood up thick and hard.

Dazzled by the size of Lute’s organ, Mia turned forward so she could better view his magnificent cock. Then hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she slid them down over her wide hips and tossed them to Lute. Catching her undies, he passed the crotch under his nose and gave it a long sniff before draping the silky garment around his cock shaft, adding a decorative element to his hefty tool.

Now completely naked, with her trimmed carpet and burgundy pussy on full display, Mia slowly moved her hand along the damp lips of her fertile crescent. Then reaching her arms above her head she continued her sultry dance of the seven veils, slowly swaying her shapely olive-skinned body.

While Lute slowly stroked his cock and Mia danced, Rennie slipped off her clothes and joined Mia in her windowed silhouette. Sliding behind her lover, they began an erotic coupling that made Lute smile.

Rennie was glad to let Mia and her voluptuous body be the featured attraction, but she played her supporting role with provocative skill as she grabbed Mia’s waist and rubbed her own sizeable rack against her lover’s back while grinding her pussy against Mia’s ass. As she did, Mia writhed and began swiveling her sexy hips, taking Rennie along for the ride, following her motions as their bodies joined together in an erotic tango.

What Lute didn’t know was that Mia and Rennie had first enacted a similar scene a few months earlier with a young Italian film star. He was in town for a promotional appearance on their station’s midday show. And having heard rumors that he was a real Italian stallion, the ladies decided to find out.

So after ditching his studio’s PR person, they took him to dinner at Nunzio’s and then back to Mia’s apartment. He was a brash and demanding lover, and the ladies confirmed the gossip about his sexual prowess, and then some.

Rennie and Mia had never been intimate with each other before that night, but they were glad to do anything their Italian hunk asked of them. So before he left in the morning, he had fucked them in every possible hole and position, and likewise got them to perform increasingly lewd acts with each other, willingly debasing themselves for him while he provided nasty dialogue and his big swarthy phallus.

That night with their Italian hunk had been a turning point for Mia and Rennie. And ever since they’d been on the lookout for the next guy they could bring into their lair for more hot and nasty sex. And as Lute Keçiören Escort handled his own huge cock and watched them perform, they knew he was the one.

Still in silhouette before the big windows, Mia leaned down onto a sleek leather fainting couch and spread her legs apart as she shoved back her ass, swaying it from side to side in a sensuous offering to Rennie.

Moving in, Rennie began to run her mouth over her friend’s shapely bottom, sliding her tongue down its crack until she reached her puckered anus. Gripping Mia’s ass cheeks, she spread them apart and slowly slid her tongue around the pink orifice before finally slipping it in, working her serpentine appendage in and out of Mia’s rear chute.

Mia began to moan as she shoved her ass back against Rennie’s face, driving her lover’s tongue deeper into her anus, loving the nasty sensation of getting her bung reamed.

Being with another woman was still a novelty for Mia. Aside from that wild night with Rennie and their Italian hunk, she’d only been with a girl a couple of other times, and that had just been for some drunken kissing and groping during her college days. But having Rennie tenderly working over her nether region was pure bliss. Rennie could be rough, which Mia also loved, but unlike guys who only paid attention to her asshole when they were getting it ready to fuck, Rennie knew exactly how to work her anal erogenous zone.

And when Rennie slid under Mia’s arched torso and ran her tongue along her perineum and up into her pussy, Mia shuddered with excitement, knowing her lover would now get to work at bringing her off.

The ladies hadn’t forgotten about Lute, and having him only a few feet away, happily watching while preparing his huge member for the right moment to join them made their foreplay all the more fun.

Aside from the sounds of the soft jazz music, Rennie’s slurping, and Mia’s soft moans, no words had been spoken since the ladies began their performance. But as Rennie worked her face into Mia’s pussy, sucking on her clit and sliding her tongue into her snatch, Mia began to groan.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s right…that’s right! You know what I like!”

As Rennie moved her head deeper into her crotch, Mia began grinding her pussy onto Rennie’s face as she worked her tongue over her gaping cunt. And it wasn’t long before Rennie had her on the verge of an orgasm, slapping her tongue against her clit and sucking on her labia.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, my god!” Mia groaned as the first climactic waves began to roll in. As Mia squirmed, Rennie continued ravaging her cunt like she was eating watermelon on a hot day, pussy juices smearing her face and dripping off her chin.

“Mmm, yeah, yeah!” Rennie moaned as she gripped Mia’s ass and slurped her pussy while Mia writhed and moaned above her, her big tits swaying like water balloons as they hung down, jiggling with each of her gasps.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Yes…yes!” the weatherlady moaned as the last of her orgasmic thrills streamed through her body, leaving her breathless and anxious for more.

“What did I tell you about Rennie loving pussy?” she sighed, looking over at Lute with a beatific smile.

Deciding it was time to get in the game, Lute moved over to Mia and offered her his veiny beast. Glad to have him in the fray, Rennie slid off the couch and quietly slipped out of the room as Mia moved onto her back.

Kneeling beside her on couch, Lute gave her possession of his big cock. Stretching her mouth onto its mushroom knob, Mia began to hungrily suck as she gradually worked his thick member deeper into her mouth.

“Yeah, that’s right, weatherlady!” Lute moaned, “Get it in there! Show me how you suck cock!”

Mia had been with some well hung guys, including the Italian stallion, but none measured up to the huge organ she now had shoved down her throat. Tearing up, with mascara running down her cheeks, she gagged and pulled off, and then pounced back on for more, gripping Lute’s shaft as she worked it over, growing increasingly excited at the prospect of having his beast plunging and stretching her cunt like no other.

And having Lute shove his cock into her mouth and talk to her like she was some brazen slut played perfectly to Mia’s fantasy. As she had discovered with Rennie and their Italian lover, she loved being treated this way, and the nastier the better.

After Mia had given Lute’s cock a thorough oral workout, he slowly rubbed it across her face a few times and then mounted her upper torso. As he positioned his torqued member between her tits, she pressed her fleshy bosom together and wrapped it around his tool. Then after dropping a wad of spit into her cleavage, he began to slowly tit-fuck her, sliding his thick meat back and forth in the crevasse she’d created.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby, fuck my cock with those big tits,” Lute groaned as he slid his cock back and forth in her bosomy bun, “You are such a fucking slut!”

While Mia and Lute were tit-fucking, Rennie quietly came back into the room. Had they looked, her partners would have seen she was now holding a huge black dildo that she’d just anointed with some lube. The rubber phallus rivaled Lute’s in both size and girth, and was a gift Rennie had given Mia after their night with the Italian hunk. Mia had been giving it a regular workout, keeping her pussy ready for the next lucky guy to come along with a fat cock — like Luther Casey.

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It was 1975 and Annette had just rented an apartment on the second floor of an old house in a college town. It wasn’t anything fancy but it didn’t need to be, it was cheap and she would only be there a year or two at most. She was going to be a freshman at a community college an hour away from her hometown. It was just what she needed, a bedroom a living room and a small kitchen.

She was most excited about moving way from her home because she would now have privacy. She and her boyfriend had been sexually active for sometime now, but they had only been in the backseat of Eric’s car and now they would be able to stretch out and enjoy sex on a bed.

Annette filled here car with her clothes etc and Eric had followed her in his dads pickup loaded with second hand furniture. Much of it furniture she had grown up with when visiting her grandparents house.

Even though Eric was staying in their home town to get a job before going to college, they felt like a newlywed couple spending the morning unloading and setting up housekeeping.

Eric was giddy, he was so horny he couldn’t think of anything but geiher naked on the big bed in her apartment. They had fucked the night before in his car but his young cock was eager to plow her pussy again.

They unloaded all the boxes and small furniture items (the large furniture that was given to her by grandparents and family had been brought up earlier in the week) until finally he couldn’t wait any longer and he began tickling her. She laughed and they began making out his hands wandered over her nubile body. They began to undress each other and finally fell on the bed together naked.

Eric was a typical young lover. He was eager so he instantly began kissing down her neck to her small breasts and sensitive nipples. He sucked and nibbled making her pant and moan. He continued to kiss down her flat stomach until he reach her trimmed love triangle. Annette was already breathing heavily anticipating being penetrated and her pending orgasm. Eric began slowly, at first, sliding his tongue up each side of her labia, which he learned reading a Playboy article. He was driving her crazy and she finally took the back of his head between her legs and bore down with her hips. Eric knew what she wanted and began flicking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Annette arched her back involuntarily trying to hurry him along. His tongue felt amazing on her tender engorged clit. He increased his speed and intensity giving her an earth shaking burst of energy as she screamed out and her orgasm took over her body making her legs quiver and “Oh My God! Yes.” loudly escaped from her lips. Annette’s body trembled from her orgasm, she felt so free being spread eagle on her big bed. “Eric, you are amazing!” Eric loved giving her such intense pleasure. He knew she enjoyed sex as much as he did and that was important to him.

He rested his head on her short pubic hair (she kept short so he wouldn’t get hair in his mouth and it wouldn’t show from her bikini bottoms) and his arms hooked around her upper legs and waited for Annette to catch her breath.

“Oh, My God that was SO good!” she said

Eric smiled to himself and said “The best is yet to come” and he shimmied up her torso between her wide spread legs until the head of his cock was at her pink sensitive vaginal entrance. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and held him tight to her chest as he pressed forward and his engorged cock entered her tight vagina. They could both feel the others body tensions change as his cock stretched her pussy lips. Annette’s eyes rolled back because her pussy was still sensitive and his cock felt so amazing inside of her.

“God I love your cock!”. Annette loved to fuck Eric.

“You like a hard cock between your legs don’t you?”

“Oh God yes!” she nearly screamed.

Once again slowly he began withdrawing and plunging his hard cock back in to her body. “Oh, Yes!” escaped from her lips. She had become very vocal when they had sex since they were out on isolated country roads in his car and no one could eavesdrop. “Yes, Yes, Yes,” she said in unison to his plunges. It was only a short time before Eric exploded holding his cock as deep as he could manage spewing his sperm deep in her pussy. His body jerked with every powerful spurt of his love juice into her body.

They were taking a risk since he wasn’t able to spirit away one of his dad’s condoms. But they were willing to take the occasional risk. After all, they were in love.

They both lay there a few minutes relishing the afterglow when Eric asked “How do you like your new bed?”

“Shit! It’s heaven on earth!”

Annette finally got up and rushed off to the bathroom with Eric’s sperm running out of her pussy and down her leg. Eric laughed watching her run naked across the room, “Now you don’t have to live with it the rest of the night and hide your panties from your mom in the laundry!” Annette chuckled and hurried on.

When Annette finally came Çankaya Escort out of the bathroom she flaunted her taught immature young nude body because she knew it would tease Eric. He was still laying on the bed beside the large wet spot tainting the new pink flowered sheets her grandmother had given to her.

“I don’t think granny would approve.” she said and they both laughed.

Eric needed to get his father’s pickup home and since it was an hour away he reluctantly needed to leave. He got dressed tucking his pink well used cock into his shorts

“Take care of that tool” Annette mused, “I have more ideas for how to pleasure it!” Annette winked and gave him a wicked smile.

Annette slipped on a pair of PJ bottoms sans panties and a t-shirt with no bra, she then walked him out to the truck. They hugged and kissed. She told him how much she loved him and was going to miss him before next weekend. She stood and waved until he drove around the corner and out of sight.

Annette cried a little seeing him leave but was also secretly glad he was going so she would have a chance to organize and decorate her first apartment.

She walked up the old creaky staircase and in the door of her new home, stopped and looked around the front room, still strewn with boxes and through the open door to her bedroom. The sheets were tossed and the big wet spot already on her fresh sheets. She smiled to herself as she walked through the door. She was finally all alone and still feeling wicked from Eric’s and her little romp. She loved the forbidden premarital sex they had knowing it was wrong but only she and Eric knew about it.

Instead of changing the sheets like she intended she stripped naked and enjoyed the freedom she had never had at home with a little brother and sister always running around. She looked at herself in the mirror of the dresser her grandparents had gifted her and began to play around posing in provocative positions. She pushed her small breasts forward and put her hands over her head turning and pulling her hair over her face as if she had a photographer shooting her every motion and curve. Feeling really naughty she fell back on her bed and opened her legs for her imaginary photographer to shoot her still sensitive and well used pussy.

She looked in the mirror and saw the remnants of their tryst. His sperm was oozing from her body and trailed down her pussy lips. She began to rub her fingers in the slippery juice and looked at her fingers as the fluid stringed between them as she parted them.

She was horny again. She looked for a brush she often used when she needed something long and hard to put in her vagina when Eric wasn’t around. She couldn’t remember which box she had packed it in and she grew frustrated. Then she remembered her mom had packed some groceries and in with them a cucumber from their garden. She smiled her evil smile and ran to the kitchen finding the long smooth green vegetable. This was going to be a fun adventure. She crossed back to her bedroom and got on the bed her legs splayed her head propped up on pillows so she could see in the mirror. She took the thick vegetable and placed it at the opening of her eager pussy and pressed.

Annette could feel her lips stretch to accept the intruding foreign object. As it slowly entered she lay back enjoying the sensation of her pussy stretching wide. She pressed it further in her opening and slowly began to withdraw and reinsert it. She was getting lost in her new found privacy and freedom. She was getting breathless with the wild enjoyment of masterbating her young vagina.

Nearing an intense shaking orgasm a knock at the door brought her to stark reality. Her moment interrupted she shouted “just minute.” She grabbed up her pajama shorts from the floor and slipped them up her long slender thighs and picked up t-shirt that was on the floor and slipped it over her head, with her small tits a bra wasn’t really needed anyway.

She opened the door as only a new apartment dweller would without asking “who’s there” or peaking to see if it was ok to open the door. The minute the door opened she realized the potential danger.

“Hello, I’m your downstairs neighbor” “I’m Blake.”

In front of Annette stood a man, not a boy like Eric or any of the guys she had previously dated. Blake was tall and slender with very dark hair and thick morning whiskers across his unshaven face, he appeared much older than Annette but in reality was only 23. He had very blue eyes and a great smile. He was dressed as if he was getting ready for a run, short athletic shorts showing his dark hair covered legs and a tank top that revealed a trace of chest hair peeking above the neckline.

Annette fumbled her words introducing herself and explaining she had just moved in and beginning college next week.

“Yea, I live downstairs and I’ve noticed the moving activity. Do you have this apartment to yourself or do you have a room mate” Cebeci Escort asked Blake.

“It’s all mine, which explains why everything is in such a mess. I haven’t even arranged the furniture”

“You had a guy here earlier” Blake had heard them from his apartment on the first floor “Why didn’t you get him to help?”

She assumed he had seen him bringing in boxes. “He had to hurry home with his Dad’s pickup so he didn’t have time. But I can manage.”

“Really? I’m home all day with nothing to do. Let me help you arrange the furniture.” “It’s no bother and it’ll give us a chance to get to know each other.”

“Are you sure?” surprised by Blake’s friendliness and eagerness to help. “You look like you are getting ready to exercise, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“I can’t think of better way to exercise than to help a beautiful woman like you move in.”

Disarmed by a man referring to her as a beautiful “woman” Annette felt her face blush. This was the first time she really felt like a woman. Here she was having a conversation at the door of her apartment with a handsome man like Blake.

She stepped aside and apologized for the state of everything.

“Don’t be silly, everyone’s stuff looks like this when they are newly moving.”

“I should go clean up a little and make myself presentable.” Annette said thinking she wished she had put on makeup this morning.

“Don’t be silly, you’re moving, and besides I don’t know how you could be any cuter.”

Annette giggled at his flirting, although not recognizing it as such.

They began moving boxes out of the center of the room. Annette stealing looks at Blake’s ass as he bent over and noticing the straps from his jockstrap revealing themselves below the hem of his athletic shorts. Blake too watched as she bent over. Her PJ shorts were very short and thin cotton. When she bent over she was revealing to Blake’s eyes that she wasn’t wearing any panties and the wet crotch of her shorts. When he was in front of her her oversized t-shirts’ gaping neckline revealed her perky breasts, forcing his cock to strain the fabric of his jockstrap.

After a few hours they had pushed things back and had the furniture in position.

“Well I think this calls for a celebration.” Blake said. “Would you like a beer?” “I have some down stairs and I could go grab a couple.”

“That sounds excellent.” Annette said, feeling very adult by him offering her an adult beverage, even though it wasn’t exactly her first beer. In 1975 Kansas you could legally drink lower alchol (3.2%) at 18.

Blake went down stairs to get the beer. When he came up again he was absent his shoes. “Hope you don’t mind, my feet were hot in those sneakers.”

They both sat down on the love seat and cracked open the cold brews. They began to chat asking each other about their lives. Annette conveniently skirted the facts about her sweetheart Eric.

Blake was eyeing the long smooth skin of Annette’s legs and how they disappeared under the short shorts. He could see under the fabric as it sagged at the crotch revealing her trimmed pink pussy. His cock instantly began to fill with blood expanding the sack of his jock strap, once again, making it impossible for him to hide so he decided not to try and he owned his proud manhood making an impressive bulge against his athletic shorts.

Annette pretended not to notice his impressive bulge but she was aroused thinking about what trophy lay hidden in his crotch.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Blake asked even though he knew about Eric.

“No” she lied. Nothing serious,” omitting the long term plans that Eric and she had made over the last year of their romance.

“Who was helping you move all this stuff in this morning?” Blake delved.

“Oh, him? He’s an old friend who offered his dad’s pickup and his help.”

Blake knew differently, he had heard her getting railed through the duct work in his kitchen which was directly below her bedroom that morning and her high state of enjoyment.

“Have you dated a lot of boys?”

“Yeah, a few.” Annette didn’t want to sound like the young inexperienced girl she really was, but Eric was the first boy who kissed her and her only romantic relationship.

“That’s good. In College you’ll meet a lot of guys and have a good time.”. “Your college years will be the best years of your life.”

“Oh, did you got to college?”

“Yes, I graduated last May. I majored in business. I work for Ma Bell now. I’m on the night shift, 3:00-11:00PM. It isn’t great but I don’t mind.”

The conversation lulled and Blake looked into her eyes. Annette slightly embarrassed looked away. Blake reached over and took her legs and brought them over his lap and scooted in closer. He took her cheek and brought her face toward his, looked into her eyes and kissed her lightly on the lips. With a moments hesitation he went in for a much deeper, lingering, passionate kiss. Annette melted Çukurambar Escort into his passions and opened her mouth welcoming his tongue to dance with hers. What started so slowly rapidly accelerated into passionate lustful exuberance.

Blake’s right hand took the back of her neck pressing their lips together hard. His left hand dropped to her upper thigh squeezing tightly. Annette’s hands came up to his broad shoulders and pressed her chest into his tightly as they kissed. Blake shifted her legs so they were now straddling his body, now crotch to groin and pressed in hard.

Her hands moved up and down his back until they found skin and came up under his shirt on his muscular back. Blake took this as a sign and slipped his left hand up the leg of her shorts to grab her upper thigh and then further to her soft right cheek squeezing again tightly sending an uncontrollable shiver of lust through her entire body. She broke out in goose bumps as they broke their kiss and pushed his mouth into her neck. She threw her head back and breathless her nails dug painfully into his back.

Annette had known lust before, with Eric in the backseat of his car, but this was different. She could feel the blood rushing to her breasts making them swell and her nipples get hard. Her labia and vulva swelled and she could hardly breath. Her breath became shallow and almost panting. Her hands slipped down and under the elastic of Blake’s shorts, past the tight elastic of his jock strap and to his bare buttocks. She pulled his groin tightly against her spread legs and she could feel his engorged cock pressing against her pussy. She was wanton and felt shameless.

She removed her hands and grabbed his hands, sat up and stood. She didn’t have to say anything, she led her prey into her bedroom. She turned to face him and crossed her hands on the tail of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head exposing her white tan lined breasts to his scrutiny. She felt wanton and looked directly into his eyes. Then her shorts were slowly slipped down her legs dropping to the floor and she kicked them across the room. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back and looked at Blake. He looked at her svelte, tan lined body offered up on the alter of her bed. He slowly took his hands and slipped his shirt up his torso and over his head.

She looked at his hair covered upper chest and the trail of hair down his torso disappearing under his elastic waist band. Now it was Blake’s turn. He slowly dropped his shorts to the floor leaving him in only his jock strap and the tortured fabric of the pouch. Straining from inside was the mystery Annette had been waiting to see. Blake paused a painfully long few moments so she brought her knees up and let them fall apart exposing her perfect pink pussy, hoping it would hurry him along. He dropped his harness to the floor, his cock springing proudly to full attention and climbed on top of her sacrificial offering.

He came down on top of her with his cock right at her opening. He rubbed his cock up and down her vaginal lips intentionally teasing her. Annette was consumed with having him immediately and rocked her hips trying to envelope his hard cock but he held back.

“Not yet, I’m not ready” he said.

He reared back on his haunches and took her legs and lifted them and pushed back exposing her pink wet pussy. He slouched down and took a good look at her youthful innocence savoring what he was about to claim as his. He breathed in her aroma and licked lightly up one side of her vagina and then up the other side very slowly. He could taste Eric on her vagina but his lust kept him from minding

Annette groaned as if in pain, “God” she begged. Blake grinned knowing what she wanted.

“What?” he teased.

“You’re torturing me.”

“In time,….In time.” and he reared up and rubbed his cock up and down her soaking wet pussy lips.

“Don’t tease me like this.”

“I want you to ask for it.”

“For what?”

“Ask me to fuck you.”

Embarrassed but so horny she couldn’t wait “Fuck me” she whispered.

“Not good enough” and he pressed his shaft against her pussy and rubbed.

“Oh, God” she whispered again.

“Say it.”

Suddenly in a deep guttural voice, “Put your hard cock in me. I need you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked before. Fuck me hard!” and she rocked her hips looking for his cock to enter her.

“That’s what I want you horny little girl.” and with that he let his cock slide into her hot tight opening.

“Oh, Yes! I need this.” she she let out a long low grunt.

Blake looked at her angelic face as it scrunched up as if in pain. He thrust deep into her womanhood till his balls were resting against her. She could feel his hairy chest pressed against her hard nipples and his cock stretch her pussy to the max.

“Oh, God Fuck me!” Annette was in heat, needing his lust to sate her wanton feelings.

“You really love a hard cock between your legs don’t you?” he quoted Eric “Your boyfriend trained you well.”

“God I love your cock in me. Rock my world baby.”

Blake complied and began to pound her hard, the bed rocking on the floor and Annette panting like a steam engine.

She was so turned on and built to a fever pitch that she came hard, screaming with each thrust. “OH MY GOD!!” “YES” “YES” “YES!!”

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You have had a productive but long workday. You want to relax or at least have fun. You put your things away and think to yourself how you might achieve relaxing. After a few minutes thought you decide to text me and invite me over. You know I am always fun.

You know you will not have to wait long but it feels like hours before you hear the knock on your door. You open it and invite me in. My day has been long too, but I don’t bother telling you. I sit down on the couch, and we begin to chat about nothing in particular. You sit next to me, laughing at my little jokes and starting to relax a bit.

It takes you a moment to realize that my hand has found itself on your thigh, touching you and caressing your leg. You were hoping that this might be the reason of my visit. You move your hand on top of mine and guide it a little further up your leg. Our eyes seem to lock as our conversation stops quite abruptly.

I lean in closer to you and kiss your lips. The passion in our embrace is obvious to both of us. I press you against the couch as I lean a little closer to you. My finger continues playing with your clit. You can’t help but whimper a little as the pleasure courses around your body. You do your best to undo your pants and begin to pull them down. I get your hint. My hand moves to help yours.

With your pants now on the floor you look up at me with a little playful wonder, seeing what I might do next. I cannot help but look at your stunning body for a moment longer. You decide to take the initiative and begin to undo my pants. I don’t need much encouragement. It only takes a moment for them to fall on the floor. My dick is exposed for you. You want it in you, and you know you will get it.

I have to lean down a little to kiss you. We make out with great fervour for at least a few minutes. You can feel me trying to hold you closer to me. I pull your body just a little off the couch and twist your body Mamak Escort around. Our kissing stops as your back turns on me. I grab your hips and pull you into a position I want you to be. With your body on the side of the couch and your legs hanging over, you know you are well braced for what will come next.

With your head leaning on the seat of the couch you feel my hands start to travel around your hips. I grab your butt a little and hold you closer. You cannot quite see what is going on, but you can feel the tip of my dick caressing your pussy, teasing you, trying to get you really wet for me. I gently slide myself into you. You breathe in deeply as the feeling grows within you. You can feel me sliding gently, slowly into you, my hands holding your hips.

With your feet touching the floor and your hips high in the air you are in the perfect position for me to go deeply into you. The anticipation builds within you. You have been thinking about doggy style for a while now and seems like you will be getting it today. I gently push my shaft deep into you. You cannot help but gasp as the pleasure starts to take you over.

My speed is so slow, and I just seem to keep going deeper into you. You hold your arm against the seat to try and hold yourself up for me. I hold myself a moment deep between your legs, pussy beginning to drip. Slowly I begin to pull myself out, rubbing every part of you as my shaft travels through you. The feeling of the tip of my cock gently caressing the lips of your pussy urges your desire for me even further.

I don’t quite pull my cock out before you feel me push into you again. I go slowly, gently, deeply. You feel every aspect of your pussy touched by my bulging cock. You cannot help but let out a little whimper of pleasure. My hands grip your hips tightly, though my fingers begin to travel around your figure a little, maybe trying Ofise Gelen Escort to find a way to hold myself closer to you.

You try to push yourself a little closer to me, leaning toward me, feeling me go a little deeper into you. Once again, I begin to pull myself out again. I move slowly, but it seems that I must be getting even harder. I feel like I am taking up every millimetre of space within you. Once again, my tip brushes your pussy almost all the way out.

You feel my fingers grip your hips as I push back in once again. Your voice stirs as you feel me touching your every little part. You cannot help but notice that I am not needing to try as hard, you are so wet, it is really easy. My body presses against you as I go as far into you as I possibly can. I even pull you a little closer with my hands as you try to push closer to me. I am so deep within you.

I begin to pull myself out again, but this time it has come to your attention that my speed has increased a little. Maybe I am enjoying myself so much that I cannot help but let my animal instincts begin to take over. You don’t really care why; you just love the feeling sliding up through you. I nearly pull myself out again, but I quickly begin to push back into you. This time though, it is obvious that I am going faster. Maybe it is an attempt to go a little deeper into you.

You don’t care why, all you can really feel is my dick sliding down into you, plunging deeper into your body. You can feel the force of me against you as I push myself against your hips. You must move your arm a bit to brace yourself for the next time. I am certainly getting faster. You can feel the tip of me sliding up and down, up and down into you, seeming to shake the very fabric of your body. You cannot help but yelp as my impacts get stronger against you.

You try your best to hold yourself against Otele Gelen Escort me. Each time I push into you, that seems to get a little harder. You can feel my hands gripping tightly, both holding you up and pulling me deeper into you. You can feel the sweat on my hands as my pace builds even further. Sweat begins to pour from your forehead too as the passion builds inside you.

With each thrust you face seems to bury into the seat a little more. The cushion may even fall off soon, but you don’t care, your attention is mostly to the feeling sliding up and down your body. Your pussy seems to be dripping like a broken tap, each shove stirring you closer to breaking entirely.

I lean forward into you, maybe trying to go deeper. You feel one hand slide into your hair. I grip your hair tightly and pull your head up a little. I kiss your neck wildly. You can feel the passion in each thrust, with each kiss I try to give you. You push your body up as best you can, holding yourself up to me as I pull your head back. My other hand travels around your body. I hold you close to me, almost fully embraced as each shove finds little parts of your body you were unaware of.

One hand grips your breast as I pull you closer to me. Your nipple feels my fingers grabbing you. Lips on your neck, one hand in your hair, the other on you front, all helping me steer myself further, further, further into you. You want to burst; you cannot help but burst in pleasure. You let out a roar of orgasm with all the feelings meeting somewhere in the middle.

You cannot help but almost fall into my arm underneath you. You try to hold yourself up as my dick keeps pounding in you. Each time I push you seem almost to fall forward. You can do little to hold yourself up, relying mostly on my grip. Your body crashes like a wave as another orgasm rushes around you.

It seems chaotic all our movement as your orgasm takes control of you. “I cannot hold it anymore, babe” I almost shout at you. I am trying to hold on that little bit more. “Then don’t” you gasp as the last ripples of your orgasm fall all through you. I push once, twice, going deepest into you. My third push finishes with the warmth of my cum shooting against you. I grip your hair even tighter as my cum rattles within you.

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Which Wife? 01

Hello there, I’m Ben, I’m 22 and I don’t mind admitting that my upbringing was easier than some and maybe even most. I’m not saying that I walked around with a silver spoon in my mouth, but there were several sets of silver flatware in our house for entertaining purposes. I mean, mom, right? She had the means and it’s that she flaunted things, but she was always well known for being the best entertainer in Middleton.

And I’ll even admit that she was very instrumental in helping me launch my popular and growing lawn care business. I employ more than a few people, I have good equipment, I have a nice shop to operate out of, but I swear to you that I’m doing it on my own now, although mom gets full credit for getting me where I am.

So, hello there, I’m Ben, I’m 22 and I’m making my own way through life. I mean, yeah, I still go home plenty, but, well, who doesn’t go back to home to visit with mom, right?

Especially when “mom” is one of the most loved and entertaining women in Middleton, right? And before you hammer on me, you know, attend one of her socials first either at her home on the river or any of her other events at the community center and then we’ll talk.

Oh, yeah, sure, I’ll be happy to admit that I visit mom a lot just for her socials. I mean, food, beverages, gossip, women, women and women, so.

“Whoa, whoa there, Ben, where are you getting off to? Aren’t you sticking around for your mother’s garden tea party this afternoon?”

“Oh, hey, Mrs. Andrews, um, no, I’m not sneaking away just yet, it’s just that with all the entertaining that mom does, well, I sort of keep my old bedroom active for a change of clothes and stuff. I mean, I won’t miss too much gossip if I’m gone for just a few minutes, right Mrs. Andrews, LOL?”

“Oh, well, LOL, it’s on a repeat cycle anyways from table to table, Ben, so you won’t miss too much as long as you hurry, so.”

“Well, I won’t be long, but just to catch me up before I duck into my old bedroom, I mean, I may have heard that Mrs. Brewer tried to bang her lawn care guy, but that didn’t go so well because Mrs. Brewer didn’t understand what it meant to be an Apple Pie Wife and all, so.”

“Oh, well huh, aren’t you Betty’s lawn care guy, Ben? And just what is an Apple Pie Wife then?”

“Oops, I’ve said too much, Mrs. Andrews, but Mrs. Bailey is not Apple Pie Wife material.”

“Well, everyone knows that Betty is pretty much a cold fish, but not everyone is like that, so, I mean, what makes a good Apple Pie Wife then, Ben?”

“Oh, um, everyone has their tastes, Mrs. Andrews, but my perfect Apple Pie Wife would be someone who is willing to prove to me in person that she’s still got enough game to wear undies and only undies under her tea party dress, so.”

“Oh, I see, Ben, so something like a certain someone who wouldn’t have a problem lifting her dress for a moment or two just to prove that the bare skin from her ankles goes all the way up to her undies, which then disappears under a little triangle, which also might be undies that one would expect to be worn by a much younger woman then Ben?”

“Ah-hah! So, you’ve read ahead in the Apple Pie Wife rulebook then, Mrs. Andrews!”

“LOL, I mean, LOL, men, right? They hated geometry in school, but end up living for little triangles for the rest of their lives, LOL.”

I mean, Mrs. Andrews passed the Apple Pie Wife entry exam, right? She engaged in playful pillow with me while talking to me in backyard and didn’t slap me across the face, so we kept talking and walking right into my old bedroom, which still has a door lock on it and continued on her side of the oral exam.

[Gulp, slurp, slurp, ow, ow, hm, hm, ug, ha, ha, ooh, gulp, slurp, ummah, umma, oh, ow, ow, gulp, gulp.]

“Ahh, ahh, ooh, ooh, Apple Pie Wife, Apple Pie Wife, it’s over, it’s over, Mrs. Andrews!”

[Gulp, swallow, gulp, gulp, swallow, swallow, gulp, slurp, gulp, gulp.]

“Oh, Mrs. Andrews, you’re an amazing Apple Pie Wife!”

“Then kiss me, Ben and confirm me as your Apple Pie Wife.”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, umma, mwah, ow, ow, ag, ag, ag, ah, ug, ug, ug, ummah, mwah.]

“Thanks for letting me slip completely out of my dress, Ben and thanks even more for not freaking out when I completely slipped out of my dress, LOL.”

“Oh, Mrs. Andrews, there is nothing wrong with your body and I’m happy to have you as my Apple Pie Wife for sure, but you should know that we’re about to do it raw and all.”

“Well, let’s hope that by my sucking the first nut out of you helps out with all of that Ben because I haven’t gone through the “phase” just yet. And by the way, if a good Apple Pie Wife talks dirty, um, don’t pull out. Well shoot, that wasn’t very dirty at all, was it?”

“Oh, with how well you passed the oral exam, Mrs. Andrews, you get one do over before we engage in the physical fitness side of things, so????”

“Ugh, um, Ben, I want to be a good Apple Pie Wife for you and I want you to leave your fat stick cock in me until well after you finish Demetevler Escort up with things and I’m willing to leave at least one small drip trace of your man juice visible on one of my legs for the rest of the garden tea party.”

Well, every Apple Pie Wife has to start somewhere, right? And that wasn’t all that bad anyways, so. And I didn’t have to ask or tell Mrs. Andrews to crawl up on my old bed while on her hands and knees, but it looked very inviting to me, so, I aimed and stepped forward.

“Whoa, whoa, oh, oh, well, Ben, Ben, that’s thick, Ben, whoa, oh, I wish I had met you, well, shoot, you weren’t born yet when I should have met and OMG, OMG, Ben, Ben, that’s thick baby! Whoa, oh, oh, Ben, it feels you’re totally stretching me out, Ben!”

Well, don’t get too excited folks, I’m no better than average, I suppose, but I think it had been a while for my new Apple Pie Wife, Mrs. Andrews. But in my favor, LOL, I was 22, so I had something to bring to the party, right?

“OMG, Ben and you’re going to thrust into me too, baby? Push it, Ben, push into me like I’m your only Apple Pie Wife, Ben, ooh, ooh, I should have picked these apples some time ago, Ben.”

“Roll your hips, Apple Pie Wife, whip and roll with me!”

“Anything you want, Ben, anything you want, just don’t pull that fat stick cock out of my wet pussy!”

You see, here’s the thing about having sneaky secret sex in your old bedroom on a Saturday afternoon, LOL, it’s great! And slippery! Which makes it easy to speed things up.

“Ag, ag, ag, pound me, Tiger, ooh, ooh, ooh, whoa, uh, uh, uh, roll with me Ben, roll with me as I roll back on you, baby.”

“Ooh, um, um, ugh, ugh, if I release inside of you, Mrs. Andrews, then, ooh, ooh, um, um, um.”

“Then I’m your Apple Pie Wife forever, baby, so release, Darren, tag me, lover, ow, ow, ow.”

[Slap, slap, spank, spank, slap, smack, smack, slap.]

“Do it, Ben, do me deep and leave me with your juicy man sauce, Ben.”

Oh, I did it deep, alright, but I think that’s just a natural reaction when the balls boil over, right?

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, umma, mwah, ow, ow, ag, ag, ag, ah, ug, ug, ug, ummah, mwah.]

“Call me, Ben, but I really to get back out to the party and all, so.”

“Nylons next time, Mrs. Andrews, nylons and a garter, alright?”

“Ooh, um, next time as in next weekend at the “Save the Lady Bugs” fund raiser that your mom will be sponsoring at the Community Center, Ben? Like Moulin Rouge for quick access, baby?”

“Well, there are certain expectations from an Apple Pie Wife and all, so.”

“(Mwah), bye lover and thanks.”

You know, I’m not trying to sound like a guy, but the quick exits are the best. I mean, if we were in bed together, that would be different, but with the behind the party scenes sex, well, a quick exit is just better, that’s all.

“Oh, um, Ben, um, LOL, you look a little shook up for some reason, but listen Ben, your mother is awfully busy with her “I’m the perfect party host” duties and all, so would you happened to know if she keeps any artificial sugar in her kitchen? I mean, real sugar and a woman of my age, right?”

“Oh, hey, Mrs. Banister, um, you mean like those little pink packets?”

“Exactly. Well, there is a yellow packet too, but either would work me (and my figure), so?”

Well, I didn’t know much about this and that when it came to sugar or sugar substitutes, but I did know where there was a small woven basket of pink and yellow packets were, so I walked Mrs. Banister into the kitchen, after performing one of those eye scans around the party and held one up in each hand so Mrs. Banister could make her own choice.

“Yellow in my left hand and Pink in my right hand, Mrs. Banister, so?”

“Oh, huh, um, well, I wouldn’t mind a packet of the young man in the middle, but I prefer the pink sugar substitute, so.”

“Alright then, pink on the inside it is, then.”

“Oh, oh my, I mean, whew, I mean, I mean, Ben, I mean, what would the Yellow represent then if it’s all pink on the inside?”

“Oh, that’s easy, Mrs. Banister, Yellow represents a committed Banana Split Wife who proves that it’s still pink on the inside no matter how long she has been 38, so.”

“Oh, wow, I mean, it’s hot inside of the house, am I right, Ben? I mean, huh, a Banana Split Wife, eh? Ah, I mean, that’s a peeled banana and a couple of balls of ice cream, right Ben?”

“Well, a good Banana Split Wife wouldn’t forget about the whipped cream and all, so.”

“I mean, I mean, Ben, oh my, I mean, I mean, can one still be a good Banana Split Wife even if she hasn’t peeled a banana for a while? Or shaken the can of whip cream?”

Well, I figured that my old bedroom still probably smelled like sex (because it was that good and sloppy with my Apple Pie Wife), so I came up with plan B, LOL, the laundry room. Also, I really didn’t know how well the cleanup job that my Apple Pie Wife gave me worked. I mean, was there a scent Dikmen Escort lingering or not, right? I mean, checking that is nowhere in the man handbook.

Also, huh, I was going to be happy with a whipped cream hand job beside the washing machine, but my new Banana Split Wife wanted no part of that. And by the way, ah, Mrs. Banister had done that before! I mean, just fishing me out and dropping to her knees was a breeze.

“Well, he was still my hubby, so I did do some things, Ben, but give me some credit for not forgetting the proper mechanics, right Ben?”

“Oh, oh, as my favorite Banana Split Wife, Mrs. Banister, you’re getting more than your fair share of credit!”

“Are you sure, Ben? I mean, I remember the hubby popping off so much faster than this.”

[Gulp, slurp, slurp, ow, ow, hm, hm, ug, ha, ha, ooh, gulp, slurp, ummah, umma, oh, ow, ow, gulp, gulp.]

“Fine, you called me out, Mrs. Banister. I knew that I was going to make a move on you today, so fine, I jacked off to make things last longer!”

“Ahh, Ben, that was thoughtful of you, sweetie.”

[Gulp, slurp, slurp, ow, ow, hm, hm, ug, ha, ha, ooh, gulp, slurp, ummah, umma, oh, ow, ow, gulp, gulp.]

“OMG, OMG, but Mrs. Banister, it’s not working, OMG, OMG, my Banana Split Wife wins!”

[Gulp, swallow, gulp, gulp, swallow, swallow, gulp, slurp, gulp, gulp.]

“See? I still have it, right Ben? Just let me lick this monster clean for you so that you don’t wander around the party smelling like you just got sucked off by your Banana Split Wife in the laundry room.”

[Slurp, slurp, lick, lap, lap, lap, lick, slurp, lick, kiss, kiss, kiss.]

“So, Ben?”

“Well Banana Split Wife, I still wouldn’t mind comparing your whipped cream hands to my whipped cream hands someday, but I think I like the way you peeled my banana, so.”

“(Mwah), I need to go back outside, sweetie, but PS, (I might take it in the butt, babe), so (Mwah).”

See folks? See what I mean about the quick exit thing being the best thing? I mean, again, if we were in a bed together, I would have snuggled and cuddled, right? But the quick exit thing is still the best thing.

“Hey, Mrs. Conner, um, that looks like a pretty stiff drink that you just poured for yourself at the bar, so is everything alright? I mean, you look a little perplexed. OMG, did you hear some gossip that upset you?”

“Oh, oh, Ben, hi Ben, and um, well, I like my drinks stiff. LOL, and the lates gossip isn’t all that upsetting and it’s, LOL, very much in your favor, but I am perplexed. You know, my mind just trailed off to the future and all, so. Oops, sorry (mwah), I almost forgot that I always embarrass you with a kiss in front of your mom’s friends, so (mwah).”

“But Mrs. Conner, your present and future are amazing! I mean, you always seem to have your feet firmly planted on the ground and your Gift Shop uptown always has customers in it and it’s none of my business, but you and the hubby, right?”

“Well, the business is doing well, but that’s not the future I was worried about. I mean, your mom will be hosting her annual Luau party in less than a month and well Ben, I want to wear one of those Luau party bikini tops, but I’m not a woman of my age should do that.”

“Oh, um, you mean like a Sea Shell or a Coconut type bikini top, Mrs. Conner? And you really didn’t say one way or the other if Mr. Conner still has any the old “ugh, ugh, ugh” left in him, not that’s it’s any of business.”

“Oh, geez, don’t even bring a Sea Shell top into all of this (gulp). The girls who work for me in the Gift Shop are apparently tempting me with a Coconut Bikini top and that’s enough (gulp). Freshen my drink up for me please, Ben.”

Oh, um, sure, not that mixing cocktails has ever been my thing, but sure, I mean, you tip this bottle for a moment and then you tip that bottle for a moment, right?

[Sip]

“HOLY that’s a cocktail snap, Ben!

“Oh, sorry, Mrs. Conner, but I mostly know how to twist the cap off of a beer or pull the tab. But listen, people have what they have when they are 20 and then they have something a little different when they are 30 and along comes 40, I mean 38 and then they have all that, but it’s still all good, right? I mean, you’re, um, busty and you seem to be, um, lifted and all, so?”

“Well, I am blessed, but trust me, the lift comes from the bra that I’m wearing and trust me when I say that the Coconut bikinis that my staff ordered don’t offer the same, um, lift as you say. LOL, they’re fricking molded plastic cups and terribly uncomfortable!”

“Oh, so you tried one on then, Mrs. Conner?”

“Well, yes, yes, I did, Ben.”

Now, I totally understood what Mrs. Conner was talking about. I mean, the woman has a lot of flesh on her chest and stuffing them into plastic molded cups wasn’t going to be very comfortable. I mean, the girls who work for her are barely 20 and they can easily wear such novelty bikinis (which now I’m day dreaming about), but Elvankent Escort there are always other alternatives, right?

“Alright, Mrs. Conner, let’s address the Elephant in the room. You’re well beyond the point being able to fit comfortably into any such novelty Coconut Bikini, but what if we find another way for you to bring the Luau spirit to the party?”

“Well Ben, I’m listening as well as this 150-proof cocktail you made for me will let me listen, so????”

“All I’m saying is that there must be hundreds of one-piece Luau themed bikinis available and I bet we could find one that was imprinted with Sea Shells or Coconuts or whatever. I mean, we could slip into the Den right now and take a quick search on the internet and come up with a few ideas in no time flat!”

I mean, internet search engines are amazing, right? Type in a few key words and poof! Also, LOL, having a slightly intoxicated women leaning over your shoulder while you search the millions of pages that come up is also poof!

“Hmmm, still day dreaming about Darci and Marci, then Ben? I mean, I think you should push the chair back just a little further from the desk and all, so????”

“Oh, well, everyone loves Darci and Marci, but his is all about my Coconut Bikini Wife right now, so.”

“Oh, um, are you considering me as your Coconut Bikini Wife right now, Ben?”

Oh, huh, so one just pops out that easily and quickly then? I mean, poof?

[Hmm, hmm, brr, brr, ow, ow, suckle, suckle, smooch, oh, oh, yum, yum, num, num, brr, brr, brr.]

LOL, I don’t mean to laugh, but LOL, she had to hold it and LOL, point it at me, but it was cool.

“Don’t ignore the left one, Ben, we should practice equal opportunity and all, so.”

[Hmm, hmm, brr, brr, ow, ow, suckle, suckle, smooch, oh, oh, yum, yum, num, num, brr, brr, brr.]

“Um, I think I see where you’re going with the searching on the web and I will have the girls look around for something appropriate for me wear at your mom’s upcoming Luau party, so????”

“Well, as my Coconut Bikini Wife, I mean, we should just take a few minutes in my old bedroom to make sure, you know, that everything still works and all Mrs. Conner, so.”

Oh, and when I said “to make sure that everything still worked”, I meant do they sway, do they hang properly, is tea bagging a real thing and without the lifting bra, well, just where do the nipples land, right?

“LOL, so what’s the verdict, Ben? Does your Coconut Bikini Wife still have functional titties? Also, huh, I think that one of the horny old men at the party must have snuck into your old bedroom and used it recently! I mean, I smell sex, don’t you, Ben?”

“Oh, more tea bagging and less smelling, Coconut Bikini Wife.”

[Hmm, hmm, brr, brr, ow, ow, suckle, suckle, smooch, oh, oh, yum, yum, num, num, brr, brr, brr.]

“Well, I mean, ugh, um, I just going to sit on this thing, alright Ben?”

No, no, no, LOL, I rammed it upwards to answer that question, so.

“Oh, Ben, woo, woo, Ben, wow, OMG, let me do a little of the work, babe. I mean, it’s been a while, but I remember a few things, ooh, ooh, Ben, Ben, whew, oh, oh, I submit to being your Coconut Bikini Wife, Ben, I submit.”

Well, the position worked. I mean, we both met in the middle just fine and well, I still had my own personal brand of tea going on, so.

[Hmm, uhf, uhf, yum, thrust, brr, grr, slurp, thrust, hump, slurp, ow, ow, hmm, ummah, ugh.]

“(Mwah), that was amazing, young mister Ben, so mwah.”

Now, I know what I said a couple of times earlier and I’m a man of my word, so we snuggled for a few minutes in my old bed afterwards. I mean, Mrs. Conner kind of collapsed on me and trapped me under her, but it was very pleasant. Also, LOL, her boobs wrapped around like a pair of trapping fingers, so.

Oh, um, and then snuggling means talking too then, huh?

“Fine Ben, the hubby has been hanging out at the faggot flop house for quite some time now, so I’m only a Coconut Bikini Wife for you then. And don’t even go thinking too much about things. I don’t own a strap on dildo to do my hubby in the butt! I mean, I own one and I have used it on Maggie Matthews in the front once, but that was just an experiment, so.”

LOL, I mean, mature people parties, right? I mean, yeah, I’d like to see the security camera video on all that, but still, right? The things that the next generation up must do behind closed doors!

“Alright, Stud, I mean, I should get back out to your mom’s garden tea party before I become the next gossip topic, but listen, um, do I deserve the title of Coconut Bikini Wife? I mean, I’m not wearing one and all I did was to the let the girls out for you suckle on and then you, sit on your hard dick and all, so?”

“Yeah, but, Mrs. Conner, our topic was Luau themed bikinis and all, so yes, you are officially my new Coconut Bikini Wife now. Besides, the three one-piece leotard style swim suits that we book marked for Darci and Marci will bring it all home in a few weeks, so.”

“Oh, so Ben, did you have a favorite then?”

“Well, the orange themed sunset with the palm trees that looked like the sides rode way up over your very shapely hips and all, so.”

“(Mwah), I need to go, babe, but, I mean, does a Coconut Bikini Wife, well, I really liked sitting on your dick, if that can be our thing or something (mwah).”

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The Trainee

Copyright June 2020

You arrive at work and you’re already agitated knowing that you’re going to have to train a new driver today. You’re talking to your supervisor trying to convince them to put the trainee with someone else, you prefer to drive alone. He tells you that because of the special nature of this trainee that he’d prefer if you took them because then he wouldn’t have to worry about any lawsuits because he knows you’d behave. You look at him puzzled. He reminds you that you’re the only driver he’s never had any kind of sexual harassment claims from. You say “yeah, OK, what’s that got to do with it?”

He just laughs and says, “Wait till the trainee gets here and you’ll see. Oh, well, there she is now!”

“She?!?” You ask. At that time I come out of the offices, and you see me just as your supervisor waves me over to where you both are standing. Simple enough, but it shows off every curve on my body, I’m wearing black leggings and a plain long black t-shirt. You swallow the lump that has suddenly formed in your throat.

Introductions are made and we shake hands. You notice that several of the other drivers have stopped checking there inventory loads to stare at us as you’re showing me how to go over the inventory load list. You look at them and snap, “is there a problem here?”

You can’t explain the sudden possessiveness in your tone, but it’s there. You turn back around to help me with the paperwork and bump into me not realizing I’ve bent over to check something out. That causes you to have to grab me by the hips to keep from knocking me over and you falling. You start apologizing. I smile at you and say, “It’s ok. I kind of liked it.” Running my eyes over the front of your body as I head for the front of the truck, my smile gets bigger, handing you the clipboard that I had been using, I lean in close to you and whisper, “It looks like you might have too.”

You glanced downwards and noticed the very obvious bulge in your shorts. As everything had happened so quickly you hadn’t even realized you’d gotten so turned on. You used the clipboard to shield yourself as you went to the front of the truck and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Not sure what to say you try to avoid eye contact with me or any conversation not sure how I’ll react, and not wanting to get in trouble just in case I had been testing you, you stare straight ahead and don’t say anything to me for at least the first thirty minutes after we’ve left the warehouse. I think you’re going to jump out the window when I say, “Hey. “

You risk a glance Emek Escort over at me and find me looking at you with a small smile on my face, you say, “Hey, what?”

I bite my lip before answering and say, “you can talk to me you know. One I’m not going to say anything to anyone. And two, I don’t bite, at least not hard unless you want me to.” You swerve a little bit as you whip your head around to make sure you heard me correctly. I look you directly in the eyes and I smile. “You heard me right and I know I didn’t stutter.” I have already began pulling my hair back in a ponytail.

I unbuckle and scoot to the middle and rebuckle for safety. I put my hand on your thigh and rub my hand upwards towards the slight bulge you still have, “Am I making you uncomfortable?” You take a deep breath and swallow, but shake your head no. I slowly move my hand up further and gently rub the bulge of your cock which grows harder under my touch. “Am I still ok?” I ask you.

You look at me sideways to see if I’m messing with you, but realize I’m completely serious in my questions. You again nod yes stiffly, almost afraid to speak. I stop in hesitation, “are there cameras I theses cabs?”

As we pull to a stop light, you finally find your voice and tell me, “No there’s not, why?”

“Oh, I’m just wondering,” I answer vaguely, but before you can turn back to the wheel, I lean over and capture your lips in a kiss. It only takes a moment of coaxing your lips with my tongue before you respond. Your tongue dancing with mine, broken quickly when someone behind us honks because the light has changed.

You curse under your breath, “Damn, baby, what are you doing to me?”

In response, I kiss your neck right below the ear and whisper, “if you’ll let me, I’m only getting started.” As I say this to you my hand is rubbing the growing bulge of your cock through your shorts.

You signal and quickly pull off the road. I’m surprised and start ask if something is wrong with the truck. Before I can finish my question you’ve sort of halfway pulled me in your lap, as much as the seat belts will allow anyway and ask me, “Are you playing games with me? Are you going to tease me and turn around and claim I was harassing you?”

I reach up cupping the back of your head with my hand, “No, just when I see something I want I go after it,” and I pull your lips down to meet mine. This time there is no hesitation in the kiss and we are both breathless we break apart.

“We only have about five minutes to the first stop, then it’s Eryaman Escort an hour and a half to the next one so maybe any plans you have should wait until then,” you suggest.

I laugh and nod my agreement, “might not look good for what I have in mind,” is all I say, and you glance at me sideways, but say nothing else. You pull back out, and we get back on the road, I stay in the middle seat next to you and you rest your hand on my inner thigh comfortably. We make our stop and everything goes smoothly.

Once we are back out safely on the road and highway, you set the cruise control on the truck and look at me. “What were you planning?”

“Am I free to play now?” I ask with a smile.

You nod, “as long as I can still drive yes.”

“Mmmmm, well then, baby, I guess we are going to test your focus,” I respond as I unbuckle and slip downwards in the seat. I run my hand over the outside of your shorts and feel your cock immediately respond to the brush of my hand. I glance up as I hear you hiss sharply with an intake of breath. “What’s wrong?”

You respond, “Nothing, just no one has made me feel this strongly in a while.”

I smile and say, “Then maybe that’s a good thing?” You can only nod as I unbutton and unzip your shorts and I pull out your hard, throbbing cock. I circled the head with my tongue earning another sharp hiss from you and an involuntary thrust of your hips. I alternated licking and sucking on your cock and rubbing it with my hand, I paused at one point and you looked at me. “If we were in a different location, I’d take time out to find out exactly everything you like.”

You grin at me and say, “Next time then.” I then take your hard cock back in my mouth and swallow as much of it as I can, your hips continue to thrust up involuntarily as I swallow your cock repeatedly, deep throating your hard cock as far as I can take you.

I reach my hand inside your shirt and I drag my nails lightly over your chest, you groan and all you say is, “Mmmm fuck yes!” You have your hand on the back of my head, your hand tangled in my hair holding on, your cock is pulsating in my mouth, and you’re ready to explode but you don’t you want to your holding on with everything you can. You grab a handful of hair and pull me up to you for a kiss, not caring that your driving.

I am wiggling out of my leggings while you’re kissing me, and manage to straddle you behind the steering wheel. I reach down and gently grab your hard cock and hold it against my pussy and ask you if you want it inside Esat Escort me?

“Oh, yes, baby, please!” You beg me. You have both arms around me gripping the steering wheel as I push down against you and slowly take your hard cock in my pussy. Until I’ve got you balls deep inside me, then I begin riding you slowly at first. I’m grinding my hips against yours and I’m riding you up and down, moving making sure to sure to rub your throbbing cock against my clit. Holding on to to the seat behind you, I reach behind me and undo my bra with one hand so that I can undo my bra so that you can at least have access to my titties while your driving.

You already have one hand on my ass helping guiding my movements as I ride you. Both of our movements are becoming more rapid, you bring your hand up and slip it inside my shirt and your eyes widen when you encounter my nipple piercing. You gently pinch and roll my nipple between your fingers then and I grip your shoulder digging my nails in. “Yes, baby, just like that!” is all I can say, as I orgasm, and you moan as you feel my juices really start to flow over your hard cock as I continue to ride you.

You start looking around, notice luckily a rest stop is coming up, you signal to change lanes, take the exit quickly, and find the most remote spot you can. You unbuckle your seat belt and scoot over with me still riding you, but now without the steering wheel in the way, you can make me lean back and push your shorts down the rest of the way, plus now you have better access to my titties. You pull my shirt up and stare at my chest and take my nipple into your mouth sucking on them one at a time, driving me more insane, my movements are getting faster and harder as I ride you. You tell me, “Yes, baby, fuck me!”

You gently bite down on my nipple causing me to say “Yes!” and orgasm again.

As everything in me tightens around you again, you say, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” You push me backwards towards the dash as you start thrusting upwards into me hard and fast as you begin your own orgasm, you grab my hips and thrust one final time balls deep inside me as you pump me full of your cum. You fall back into the seat pulling me with you against your chest and tell me, “Next time, I want to fuck that sexy ass of yours.”

I smile at you and say, “So there will be a next time?” Your only response to me is a big smile and long kiss before we get dressed and get back on the road before we get too far off schedule.

When we get back to the warehouse, our supervisor is waiting for us, and he asks how the day went and if there were any issues. We both said no, I explained that we were off schedule because I took a wrong turn on the highway and you had to get us turned back around so I let you drive after that. He believed my explanation and no other questions were asked. For once, you were looking forward to day two of training.

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