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Part I – The Ecstasy

“Sex in its true and finest meaning, seems to be the way in which is manifested all that is highest, best and beautiful in the nature of human beings.” Harriet Taylor Mill, 1832

1. My Flower Blossoms

Flowers! I love them! I have large perennial flower gardens, with different flowers blooming from April to November. They present an ever-changing, dynamic variety of pink, white, yellow, blue, purple blooms, tall and low plants, big and small flowers. Every spring, with attention, care and nurturing, I liberate them from their subterranean dormancy to burst out in exciting, but too brief beauty.

Dan was my “gardener”, the one who liberated my sexuality, from its dormancy to full bloom. I am eternally grateful to him for that. He opened my eyes to the wide world of sex, the catalyst that roiled the sexual energy suppressed inside me, the sexual power I never knew I had. How can you ever reward that gift? Especially now that I have outgrown him, or perhaps merely that his bloom has faded, he’s no longer an exciting adventure. He wants to see me, meet for sex, even as a mere audience to my continuing… but I am getting ahead of myself.

Dan was, is, a really rather unremarkably ordinary man, for the most part. We were colleagues thirty years ago, in a large company. We interacted occasionally on a legal matter. He was, is, about ten years younger than I am. He struck me then as a boy scout type, clean cut, family man, gentle, composed, not tall, a little wide around the middle, nothing romantic or sexual between us, at least from my side. We were both married for one, but maybe I was not sending out any “come hither” signals. I left the company, he later went on to other career pastures, too. We would intersect once in a while at a conference, meet every year or two for drinks and dinner to catch up as nice ex-colleagues often do, partly professional networking, partly friendliness.

It was over four years ago now that we met for our fateful dinner at the LongHorn Steakhouse. We chit chatted about jobs, family, vacations, the usual, hugged goodbye until next time, a year or so down the road. Or so I thought. The next morning I see a text from him, “We should get together.” My first reaction, “Is this an old text, just popping up?” After all, we just got together. Nope, it’s fresh. Oh. oh. Oh! He wants to “date” me! A difference, I realize, is I am single now. But he’s not, he’s still married. I do not want to break up a marriage. On the other hand, I haven’t had sex in years, my marriage had unraveled and I’m working to get my single life together. It’s a great way to get back in the game – no online dating, no blind date, no bar pick-up, no hook-up. I know him, he’s nice. It’s safe. He’s safe! But I’ve never thought of him in that way. How would I feel naked in bed with him? Would kissing him be like kissing my brother? And what about his marriage?

So many questions, unknowns, uncertainties. Well, only one way to find out. So we meet for a beach date. It’s a glorious summer day, the sky blue, the sea breeze delightfully refreshing. We sit under an umbrella for hours and talk, I in my bikini, he in his swim trunks. I see his chest and belly for the first time. Not a six pack, for sure. In fact, he has a paunch. Oh well, no one is perfect. But I want this to be perfect, I want to be with a man I find incredibly attractive. But we know each other, somewhat, so the conversation flows smoothly. We talk about his situation, his marriage, dating after separation, even emotional intimacy, And of course about the potential for physical intimacy. He compliments me on my looks, my body, my personality. He’s grooming me, I know that, but I love the compliments anyway.

Turns out, long story short, is that he’s the wounded party in his marriage. Thirty years ago, when they had one toddler, his wife ran into her ex-fiancé, started an affair, a secret affair for months, told Dan about it and told him that it was over. Ok, not ok, but it’s over. Well, no, because years later she tells him she ran into the ex-fiancé again, restarted emek escort the affair but this time she’s says she’s going to leave him for this ex-fiancé. Except that the ex-fiancé was not on the same page, or got cold feet, so it never happened. He’s been second fiddle for a long time, with several affairs since – who knew Boy Scout Dan wasn’t such a boy scout – so I’m not going to be breaking up his marriage. One box checked!

On to Box

, how will I feel naked with him? Will kissing him be like kissing my brother? So I lean in for a kiss, “Let’s see how this goes.” Not a peck, but a nice, long, substantial kiss. Now, I haven’t dated since my marriage unraveled, haven’t kissed anyone, hadn’t kissed anyone except my (now) ex since before I was married, at the tender age of 24. In almost fifty years! “How did I do?” he asks. He clearly wants to know how good a kisser he is. But that wasn’t my test; my test was, “Can I do this? With him?” No fireworks or electricity, but sweet enough, lovely enough, delicious enough. I liked it! I missed it! “That was great.” Okay, a bit of an exaggeration, some ego-boosting on my part, but indeed, it was great that I felt alive! I can do this! With him! Box

checked. All systems go?

Except for one little thing. Well, not so little. “You’ve gained a little weight?” I ask.

“Yes, on vacation. I don’t like it, I want to lose it. I’ve started an exercise routine.”

“How much do you want to lose?”

“20 pounds.”

“That’s great. It’s not healthy to carry around extra weight.”

“You don’t like the way I look?”

“Truthfully? I do find a flat stomach more attractive.” I put this as nicely as I can.

A pause.

“I want to set up a date,” He offers, smiling broadly.

“How do you feel about getting together after you lose those 20 pounds?”

“Ok. I’ll do that for you.”

Okay, all systems go!

My emotions are running wild! I feel at once (a) glad that we had the day alone together to talk, connect and explore; (b) happy, relieved and satisfied that I feel I can do this with him; (c) validated as a post-separation, single, sexy, attractive, desired woman; (d) sweet and supported by the developing emotional intimacy; (e) soothed and warmed from the (brief) physical connecting of our kisses; (f) excited about the prospect of deeper connection and intimacy, both emotional and of course physical; (g) giddy over the anticipation; (h) anxious that the great anticipation will lead to disappointment; (i) apprehensive that I will be too nervous or perform poorly or chicken out; (j) concerned about his health because of his extra weight; (k) guilty that I mentioned his weight but (k) proud of myself for being open and honest with him about my likes and dislikes; (l) flattered that he is willing to lose 20 pounds for me; and (m) so disappointed that his paunch is getting in the way or maybe that I’m being physically superficial.

We chat, mostly by text. He has joined a weight loss program, is keeping to his exercises and loses five pounds in the first week. “You are so worth the effort,” he says. We are on our way! The second week he loses 3 pounds. The next it’s 2. Halfway there, but it’s getting slow. He is concerned he’ll never make it to 20. “You know there’s no magic in 20 pounds,” he offers. “Yes, that was your goal and I think it’s a good one.” Now come some excuses. “My body is just shaped the way it is.” “My father had the same body type.” “I work out and it’s all muscle.” What should I do? He is working at it, hard. Maybe he can’t get to 20. It could take months. Am I being too superficial? Too stubborn? Too selfish? And I am getting impatient too. Do I really need to wait? Just because I set up this hurdle?

So we make a date. He’ll get a hotel room for our rendezvous. We plan the music. He likes Rodrigo’s Concerto de Aranjuez. I know it from Miles Davis’ jazz version, on “Sketches of Spain”. I like Beethoven’s 7th symphony. We both like adagios, slow and sensual. I am pumped! He is into stockings and garters and heels eryaman escort (Boy Scout Dan?) so he texts me a link to a black lace bodice with garters, to go with my sheer black stockings and black heels. I buy it online, eagerly await the promised two-day delivery. He says he will get the room, set it up with wine and candles (and flowers it turns out), then leave so I can arrive and get myself ready – in my lingerie and a black trench coat and greet him at the door. He has an entire scenario! Fun! But, for various logistical reasons, it’s several weeks away.

I feel so hopeful, eager to see him, eager to have sex with him. I have become very fond of him. I am so excited. I miss him, miss our texting. I want to please him, make love to him, give myself to him. BUT I also feel so disappointed and confused. He’s on a 3-day business trip to Arizona. Why hadn’t he called or texted? He told me he probably would be out of pocket until Friday; but still, he surely could find a moment to text me to say he’s thinking of me. Is he playing with me? Is he trying to send a message to be distant? Is he thinking of me? Or is he not? Is he trying to avoid thinking of me because, as he said, I am “seductive and addictive, in a good way.” Does he have another woman in AZ? It puts me in turmoil, creates doubts, deflates my enthusiasm.

How often will we see each other? Will occasionally be enough? Will once a week? Will I want more than he can give? Is this what it’s like being “the other woman?” Ouch!

How open should I be with my feelings? How open will he be? I’ll want to discuss that with him. Will he want to?

He returns from his business trip and we resume our texting and phone chatting. He continues his rush of compliments. I love them: “You are so expressive and warm.” “I am so glad I am getting to know you.” “You are special and I’m so glad we connected.” “You would be cute in a trench coat.” “A romantic getaway would be nice.” “I will be very attentive to you I promise.” “You are seductive and addictive (in a good way).” “I will make you so content.” “You are very thoughtful.” “Stunning woman.”

The time draws closer. I feel like a school girl about to lose her virginity.

Our date is set, the time, the place

The music, the dress is all black lace

Anticipation’s running high

Excitement soars beyond the sky

A woman’s prep is quite extensive

The presentation’s more than men give

The hair, the nails, alluring make-up

Body care, I want no break up

Emotion’ly my insides churn

Excited, anxious, desires burn

Fondness, sweetness, warmth so deep

To nestle in his arms to sleep

I’ll pleasure him, he’ll pleasure me

A fondness grows delightfully

We both desire this to last

No one shot deal, not quick, not fast

I wonder how I’ll feel tomorrow

Joy? Relief? Attachment? Sorrow?

Wholeness? Love? Soft delight?

It soon will happen – it’s tonight!

I go to the hotel room as planned. The room is nice enough – king bed, full-length mirror, cozy decorating. The flowers are thoughtful, special, a bouquet of roses. I love flowers, he knows I’m a huge perennial flower gardener. With them I feel warm, secure, happy, appreciated, cared for. I get myself ready as he likes, in my black bodice, black stockings under my black trench coat, and in black “fuck me” pumps. I add a long pearl necklace and a splash of perfume. I am excited, my mind is racing, my body is tightening and unwinding, my oh my, this is it, after so many years! He knocks. I open the door. He takes me in his arms and kisses me. Passionately! My heart jumps. I unzip my coat. His eyes bulge. So does his crotch. We open the wine, toast to our night. “Wow! You look amazing! So hot!” I do! And I am! I am hot! I’m on fire! I feel so sexy. And excited. And eager. It feels wonderful! He kisses me again, slow, soft, deep, tongues touching, exploring, yearning. I undress him, slowly, as he plants soft kisses on my neck, tongues my ears. My coat is off. I esat escort kick off my heels. We move to the bed. He is eager but patient. He explores slowly, seductively, sweetly. He wants my bodice off so he can play with my breasts, but, amusingly, he struggles with the garters. “How do these work?” A bit of humor, it helps ease the tension. I unhook the garters, take off my bodice. He loves my tits! And it feels so good, his lips, his tongue on my nipples, his hands cupping and caressing my breasts, his hands roaming over my body. His mouth wanders down, his tongue finding its way to my pussy. Encircles, flicks. Boy Scout is earning his badges tonight! It’s electric! I orgasm! Oh my, it’s been like forever! He lingers, I float. He explores, I welcome. He touches, I swell. He flicks, I respond.

I return the favor, suck on his cock. It’s not big, but feels just delicious in my mouth, my tongue running up and down his shaft, playing with the head, my lips drawing him into my mouth and out again. It’s like riding a bicycle, a skill you don’t forget. We shift our bodies, into a 69, I’m on top, my mouth still on his cock, his tongue playing with my clit. Another orgasm! Yes!!! I love orgasming with a hard cock in my mouth. Then I’m on my back, my legs wide open. He enters me, my pussy open, ready, willing. I’m glad he isn’t big. It’s like the first time, like I’m a virgin. I feel him inside me, massaging my vagina while his thrusts stimulate my clit. My arms and legs are around him, feeling his skin and his bulk, pulling him toward me, into me, deeper, so I can get lost in his passion. We kiss, lips and tongue, while he thrusts, gentle thrusts and gentle kisses, tongues dancing, lips brushing. He fills my neck and ears with more kisses. I feel it all over my body. I’m on fire. My lips, my tongue, my ears, my neck, my breasts, my legs, the soles of my feet are all erotic. I rub the soles of my feet along his legs to enhance my sensory experience. And here comes a third orgasm, bigger, stronger, deeper. It starts at my clit and spreads throughout my body, warm waves lifting me practically off the bed. He cums too, rolls off, we lie in bed, me in his arms, he telling me how terrific it was. And it was! We caress, hands and fingers wandering along arms and backs and chests, glowing in our mutual release and pleasure. Being in a man’s arms, resting my head against his chest, entwining my legs with his, feels wonderful, soothing, secure, warm, rich, protected, cherished.

I get up to pee, and now the pièce de résistance, the bright cherry on top of the delicious, sweet, gooey sundae, an image so indelible for me even now. As I pass the full-length mirror, I see a woman, naked except for black stockings and pearls. She looks back at me. She has a very contented, very enthusiastic, very satisfied and very wide smile on her face. She’s beautiful. She’s hot. She’s well-fucked. She’s got game. You go, girl! And she’s multi-orgasmic! Wow! Wow! WOW!

The hill is climbed, the deed is done

The river’s crossed, ’twas more than fun

I gave to him, he gave to me

I lost my new virginity

Was sweet and warm and hot then slow

Affection PASSION afterglow

Reciprocated tender pleasure

We bonded deep a newfound treasure

He made me queen for two hot hours

I’m feeling proud with female powers

I loved my body, so did he

His eyes, his hands, his lips showed glee

I tried to make him be my king

I gave my all, my everything

My ev’ry act as if my first

I loved the way I slaked his thirst

My body swarmed all hot and chill

I glow, I bask, I fly, I thrill

Luxuriated joyous waves

I smile, I beam, I laugh, the raves!

A glowing night, and now this morn

I am all woman I am reborn

My heart it leaps, my body speaks

Next rendezvous is in two weeks!

So much I loved at our first liaison. I loved his excitement (and hard on) when he saw me in lingerie. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. I loved the way he played with my body. I loved embracing him and his passionate kisses. I loved the feel of his cock in my pussy. I loved his fucking me. I loved each and every one of my orgasms. I loved seeing myself in the mirror afterward, wearing just pearls around my neck and black stockings on my legs. I loved feeling so incredibly feminine, so desired by a man. I am so ready for the rematch!

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So where do I start….

Some of the stories on here are fictional and derived from some great fantasies that the author wishes would come true, others are real life experiences that sometimes seem too good to be true.

My story is real, and probably falls under the category of too good to be true….

It started back around 1997 when I owned a small business and needed capital money for a job, and I had no credit history or collateral. A woman who was married to a friend of mine worked for a local bank and I approached her about the circumstances, and she agreed I probably wouldn’t get a loan. Denise was just a nice person; great personality and she had a great body that she kept hidden because of her conservative business attire.

She offered to personally loan me five thousand dollars, due in 30 days with nominal interest. I was just overwhelmed at her generosity and accepted. It got material rolling in and she was paid her loan back on time with the interest we agreed to.

Not much of a sex story, is it?

We would see each other occasionally as friends and soon her marriage went south, they sold the house, and she bought a condo in another close-by town. No cell phones back then so we kind of lost touch with each other.

As luck would have it, I ran into her just before Halloween and she gave me her new address and told me to stop by on Halloween with my kids. So that Halloween night, after walking around locally I decided to stop over with the kids and say hi. She had special bags for them, turned on a TV so they could watch a show and brought me up into her kitchen for what I thought would be a drink. Boy was I ever mistaken. She asked if she could give me a treat. I don’t exactly remember what I babbled, but I must have agreed, and she took me into another room and undid my jeans. I don’t think I could speak; I was so taken back. In a million years I could never imagine Denise acting this way. My cock was released and almost immediately became hard. Her lips were on it instantly and I just could not believe what was happening. It was like something out of Penthouse Letters.

She never touched my cock with her hands, instead demetevler escort she just used her warm wet mouth in ways I can’t properly describe. Her mouth was like velvet, and she would alternate between licking and sucking, going up and down my hard shaft until I just couldn’t stand it anymore and I exploded into her mouth. It was like heaven. My heart was racing, my breathing was like I ran a mile, but I was so satisfied. I got dressed, collected my kids and we exchanged phone numbers, and she insisted I come back soon. Come back soon? I wanted to come back the next day.

My marriage wasn’t going well so I found ways to stop by and have a quick dinner, watch a TV show or just chat, but it always ending with her giving me oral sex. She wouldn’t let me touch her or reciprocate but her oral skills were just so perfect that I couldn’t help but go there, even if it was one way. After a while we drifted apart, she moved to be closer to work and met a guy she eventually married, and they moved out of state.

Then 25 years later came 2022…..

We would say hi on Facebook occasionally and she sent me a message saying she would be back in the area during the summer and asked if I would like to have lunch. I agreed and we picked a place in between where she was staying and my place. It was nice to see her again, and she hadn’t changed much. She was still charming, and bubbly and we had a nice lunch and reminisced about mutual friends and caught each other up on our respective lives. We gave each other a hug and a kiss and promised to do it again soon.

She sent another nice note on Facebook when she got home, saying it was a great time and she often thought about those meetings we had and wished she never moved away. She said she was in a loveless marriage and yearned for excitement once again. I couldn’t believe what I was reading because I missed the excitement too. I told her Halloween was never the same again. I am in a relationship but there is no passion, so I was eager to hear her out.

In the coming weeks we became more closely connected than ever before. She wrote of fantasies, I wrote dikmen escort of the incredible way she had made me feel and we started sending nude photos online at first of my penis, her breasts, her vagina and always an erotic thought. Denise wanted to talk dirty so we were on to cocks, tits, cum, her shaved pussy and almost anything imaginable. I couldn’t stop touching my cock.

You must understand that she was so prim and proper that I could never in my wildest dreams imagine her acting like this, but I was powerless to stop her, and I was just mesmerized about this situation.

She told me she loved playing with her pussy and would send me short video clips of her masturbating to orgasm. She told me she would look at the photos of my cock I sent and fantasize about me playing with my cock watching her and when I was about to cum, she wanted me to cum all over her face, lips, tits, and nipples.

She would write me letters and mail them describing what she wanted me to do to her and with her. By the time I finished reading the letter my cock was in my hand and I was reaching yet another orgasm.

In one exchange, I asked her if she ever played with sex toys, and she admitted she hadn’t so I purchased a 7 inch dildo and sent it to her. Her response was to send me a video of her fucking her pussy to an incredible orgasm. I watched it twice and at the end of the second time, I was having an orgasm myself. I admitted to a lingerie fetish and the next photos were of her in beautiful lingerie with and without her dildo. I also admitted to her that I liked to masturbate in women’s panties, which I thought she might object to, but exactly the opposite happened. She would masturbate in lace panties, take a video and mail them to me, instructing me to wear them and cum in them. I have a beautiful collection of panties now.

We made plans to spend a weekend together and work on some of her fantasies. She stayed at a friend’s house the first night, then the next day she texted me, instructing me to be wearing a pair of her panties when I picked her up. We went to dinner at a nice restaurant, and I was elvankent escort incredibly nervous about the whole situation. Dinner was fun, and the ride to my house was filled with thoughts and fantasies. I had never in my life touched her breasts, nor had I seen them except in photos she sent (and she had gorgeous tits, perfect pink nipples, so hard and erect) I had to caress them even if it was just for a moment in the car. They were everything I hoped for, and her low moan excited me even more if that was possible.

We got into my house and poured a couple of glasses of wine and there was no stopping anything.

I needed to touch her and apparently, she needed to touch me everywhere. It started with the most sensual kisses and proceeded to kisses on her nipples, my nipples, her pussy and my cock. She has an incredible sex drive, and it was most welcomed. As she played with and sucked my cock, I was having flashbacks of that incredible Halloween night so many years ago. She was actually having mini orgasms as she sucked me, which excited me even farther if that was possible. I couldn’t hold on much longer and I told her I had to cum soon. With that, she removed my cock from her mouth and I shot hot, wet cum all over her tits…. And she enjoyed every minute of it. I massaged it into her beautiful tits and then began to lick her clean, finally sharing a cum kiss with her. I went back to her nipples and sucked and kissed them until she orgasmed. A nipple orgasm. Incredible.

We recovered for a while, went to my bedroom, and kept exploring each other. My next orgasm happened while she concentrated on my nipples. She played with them with her fingers, her tongue, sucked them and then back to the fingers. All the while I furiously stroked my cock because the nipple play felt so good, but it didn’t last forever… I had to cum again. As she sucked another stream of cum landed on her beautiful tits again. I’m only sorry I didn’t take a picture to keep to always remind me of this incredibly sexy woman.

The weekend went by quickly, but it was so incredibly erotic. Denise had to go home but we assured each other that we could have online playdates and have mutual masturbation sessions and forward naked selfies and videos.

That has turned into weekly masturbation sessions. She now mails me letters that excite her on Literotica, and I do the same for her. This past week she started emailing erotic photos and videos that excite her while we play.

And I thought she was so prim and proper….

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Jennifer glanced at her reflection in the mirror-like surface of the elevator walls. She was proud of her frame–taller than most women her age, and in good shape despite the extra workload and responsibilities that had kept her from working out as regularly as she would have liked. Her gray pantsuit was subtly draped over her shapely figure, and her long brown hair hung freely down her back. Adjusting the neckline of her suit, she readied herself for the lobby. As the elevator pinged, she stepped out onto the plush carpet with a confident stride, exchanging a polite smile with the receptionist before taking the long hallway toward her office. She had been busy training the new man she hired for the department and barely had time to chat.

Jennifer hurriedly flipped open her laptop and powered it on, wishing to get some emails sent before the flood of questions and problems that the day would bring. While the laptop was booting, her eyes drifted to the picture frame on her desk, bringing her back to her time with her ex-husband. He had been a great partner, but as they aged, the passion in the bedroom seemed to vanish. Jennifer had a high sex drive and needed to be desired; without that connection, she couldn’t stay in the marriage. She dreamed of something new, someone to desire and lust after her. Matt knocked on her door as she was lost in thought about her past and future.

“Come in,” Jennifer uttered in a rush, regaining her composure quickly.

As Matt sauntered into the room, the subtle scent of his cologne enticed her. His suit pants were tailored to perfection and fit snugly over his athletic frame. His royal blue shirt accentuated his sparkling eyes and stretched just enough across his chest to tantalize her. Her gaze shifted downwards and she couldn’t help but notice that his pants were much tighter in the crotch than before, causing her face to flush with desire as she quickly looked away, afraid of the consequences of getting caught looking at him that way.

“Sorry to jump on you as soon as you arrive, but are you ready for the training now?” He inquired.

It shocked her how deep his voice sounded, although he was only in his early twenties. It sounded like a man much older than him should have, and the contrast between his youthfulness and the depth of his voice seemed almost surreal. However, she knew that he had already reached physical maturity.

“No, it’s okay,” She explained while starting to stand up. “We should get it out of the way, can’t have you sitting out there doing nothing,” She joked while a slight smirk crossed her face.

He smiled, “Alright, well I’m ready when you are.”

“I’ll just grab the SOPs real quick and we can head over to your desk,” she said while heading to her filing cabinets. She opened the top drawer but couldn’t find what she was looking for, so she bent down to check the bottom one, digging through it in search of the documents.

“There we go,” she said, spinning around to face him. From the corner of her eye, she could see his gaze drift up to her face. “Let’s head over to your desk now,” she said.

“Did he just check me out?” She wondered silently.

She çankaya escort tried to suppress her innermost desires, telling herself that her imagination was playing tricks on her. But inside she wanted to believe that he was admiring her. She could feel the heat rising from her cheeks and a deep yearning began to course through her veins at the thought of this younger man desiring her. Despite the voices in her head telling her to deny it, somewhere deep within she knew that surely he was looking at her.

At the desk, Matt opened up his laptop and began to answer the test that ran through the Operating Procedures and the rules he would be expected to live by while working in the department. When he finished the first test, he looked up at her with a grin on his face, “Done already?” She asked.

“Sure am,” he replied.

“Okay, well let me go a snack and we can head down to the classroom for the practical portion,” she said before heading off to grab her lunch.

Jennifer tried her best to stay focused and professional during the training, but her thoughts kept turning back to Matt and their unspoken attraction. His eyes seemed to linger on hers when they talked, and she had a hard time not staring back too long. She felt like a teenager again, her heart racing with anticipation whenever he spoke. Although she was glad he was hired, Jennifer couldn’t help but worry that his presence in the office would make it difficult for her to remain professional and maintain a good working relationship with him.

Jennifer wasn’t sure why, but at that moment she felt more alive than she had in a long time. She felt like she was energized, and ready to take on the day. She tried to quell her enthusiasm, but she couldn’t help the smile from spreading across her face. She grabbed her lunch and met Matt at the elevator where they headed down to the basement.

“So, are you going to the office Christmas party?” Jennifer asked excitedly, she was hoping that he would be attending, while they both stood in the elevator looking at one another.

With an amused smile on his face, Matt replied, “Well I hadn’t planned on it but seeing as you might be there I suppose I will have to make an appearance.”

Jennifer was overjoyed at his response, and secretly she was ecstatic that he may be interested in her. She knew that if they were going to the same party then it could be the perfect opportunity for her to try to seduce him. She wanted to make a move on him but did not want to risk doing it on property premises, though she knew a company party would still have a risk involved.

She felt her skin heat up as the elevator descended, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. Every time Matt met her gaze, she felt an inexplicable thrill racing through her body. She couldn’t help but thank the fates that it was the basement floor hosting their practical training session today. The basement was practically deserted and this time around, she was determined to take full advantage of the situation. Jennifer could feel that Matt was just as attracted to her, and her heart beat with anticipation at the thought.

It cebeci escort was like a secret between them, the way they both kept glancing at each other, the sexual tension growing more prominent with every passing second. When they finally reached the classroom it felt as if all of Jennifer’s inhibitions had melted away and she felt the urge to take hold of Matt and kiss him right there in that empty room. Although she managed to restrain herself, her mind still filled itself with thoughts of being close to him, feeling his skin against hers and exploring her deepest desires.

Jennifer had always been the dominant one in her relationships and although she still wanted that feeling of power, something about Matt made her want to be ravished by him, to be taken and dominated. She wanted to let her walls down and just trust him, something she wasn’t used to doing but also something she desperately craved.

The practical session flew by and before she knew it, Jennifer was standing with Matt outside of the classroom again. She smiled up at him, feeling a sense of power that came from knowing that there was a man who wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

“Did you have fun today?” He asked her while they walked back to the elevator.

“Yes, it was,” she said with a cunning smirk, her gaze shifting away for a moment before returning to him. “Pretty thrilling, actually.”

Matt hooted slightly in reply and his voice became more heavy with implication. “I’m sure I can come up with something else that would be even more exciting for the two of us to do if you’re game.”

Jennifer’s breath hitched in her throat and she felt an almost electric thrill run through her body. She turned to look directly into his eyes and nodded slowly before saying “Yes, I am.”

The air between them crackled with electricity and before Jennifer could react Matt grabbed her by the waist, pushing her against the wall and kissing her. His lips were soft yet firm and his body felt strong against hers. Her breathing grew heavy as desire pulsed through her body, heating up every inch of her skin. Her skin was on fire and every inch of her felt alive with need, her legs trembling slightly under her. She couldn’t believe that something was happening so quickly.

When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were panting and there was no denying the raw sexual energy that surrounded them. They looked at each other for a few moments before deciding to take their intimate moment back to the classroom they just left from.

Still slightly out of breath, Matt grabbed Jennifer’s hand and led her into the empty room. The two stood there shivering in each other’s arms, tingling with anticipation. When Matt pushed Jennifer up against the wall, she let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning softly as he kissed down her neck and across her collarbone.

His hands roamed her body hungrily, pushing up the fabric of her shirt to caress her delicate skin. His mouth moved lower with each tantalizing touch as his hands explored higher.

He stepped away from the çukurambar escort wall, and without warning, scooped Jennifer up and placed her on a desk. His hands moved quickly to her waistband and he slid her pants down. She gasped as he began to move his tongue against her clitoris in circles, sending electric shocks racing through her body. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue moved faster and faster against her, pushing herself against his face as the sensations built to an explosive climax. But even as passion flooded through her, Jennifer felt a flood of guilt — what were they doing? What if someone found out?

When the pleasure subsided, Jennifer felt Matt’s muscular body collapse into hers, and she could feel his heart beating against her chest. His warm breath tickled her neck as he whispered something she couldn’t make out. She smiled, feeling the same newfound lust and desire that were in Matt’s eyes as he looked up at her.

Just then they heard the elevator doors open and someone get off on their floor. Jennifer’s heart raced and she felt a wave of panic wash over her. She hastily put her pants back on, feeling a strange combination of fear and arousal. She searched Matt’s face for any indication of what he was thinking and was met with a huge smile and twinkling blue eyes that seemed to be teasing her. His voice, filled with amusement said “Well, that was exciting.”

Jennifer’s cheeks stretched as the laughter bubbled within her, and she watched with an unfamiliar sense of comfort as his own grin broadened. They both stepped out of the stuffy classroom into the hallway and she glanced over at him through the corner of her eye, feeling a warmth inside that had been absent before. Even though they were strangers, she felt an intense lust, one strengthened by the risk of their love-making.

As they made their way towards the elevator, Jennifer couldn’t help but say a friendly hello to the person that got off on their floor. It excited her and scared her simultaneously because she knew that person had no idea what she and Matt had just done. She felt a mix of pride and fear as they stepped onto the elevator, knowing that no one else in the building had heard them or known what they were doing, but the thought still gnawed at her brain that she would be reprimanded and more than likely fired for what they did. But regardless, it was an adventure, one that ignited that spark in her again, the spark that she had lost in a marriage without lust and desire, a spark that she wanted Matt to fan into a roaring flame.

As the elevator ascended, Jennifer glanced up at Matt and caught his eye, unable to help the grin that spread across her face. Reaching up, she adjusted her shirt and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself presentable again. She laughed softly under her breath at the irony of the situation – here she was again, fixing herself up in an elevator like nothing had happened.

They both got off the elevator and Jennifer went to her office, but she couldn’t help but think about how this experience with Matt had ignited a spark in her. She was surer of herself than ever before, and she was determined to make something happen between them — even if it wasn’t at work.

As she thought about it, she decided that no matter what would happen at the work party later that night, she wouldn’t let this opportunity pass. With newfound excitement, Jennifer allowed herself to imagine what could be as she settled in for the rest of her day.

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This is for the 750 Word Project 2023.

*

Cheryl has a surprise for her friend Kevin.

He turns 40 in a few days and he’s in need of some meaningless sex between friends. Cheryl has wanted to jump his bone for years, but they were always entangled with someone else.

Now, they were both unencumbered and she was going to have her way with him. She was going to rock his world.

“Kevin don’t make any plans for Friday night. I’m taking you out for dinner for your 40th,” she said into the phone.

“Where do you have in mind?”

“There is this little Italian place that I know. Real intimate. You’ll love it. Pick me up at 7:00.”

“It’s a date, see you then.”

****

Cheryl stood outside her building, waiting for Kevin to arrive. He pulled up at 7:00, on the dot.

He hopped out to open the car door. She gave him a big hug, and whispered in his ear, “Happy birthday, Stud.”

“Thank you, Kitten.” He held her at arms-length. “You look really good in that dress. I could eat you batıkent escort up.”

“Grrrr,” she growled and sank into the seat. The skirt of her A line dress rode up her thighs as she settled in. Kevin got a good view of her shapely thighs as the material shifted.

At the restaurant, he was treated to another view of her long legs as she daintily climbed out the car.

The concierge led them to their table. They had a deep booth in the corner far from prying eyes.

Cheryl scooted in and pulled him next to her.

While they perused their menus, Cheryl put her hand on his thigh. It slid along his slacks, leisurely stroking up and down.

They ordered their meals and the waiter left them alone.

“This is great Kitten, thanks for bringing me here.”

“Well Stud, I thought you’d like a nice birthday present. The food here is okay, but it’s very intimate.” While she spoke, her hand reached its goal. His cock was hard and she gripped it.

She slid under beşevler escort the table onto her knees. The long tablecloth hid her from view. She unzipped him and pulled his tool from his pants. He looked around, but no one was looking their way, and the low light hid many sins.

“Mmm, I’ve been wanting to taste this for a long time!”

She slid her mouth onto him, taking him fully into her mouth in one gulp. Her head worked up and down on him. He leaned back and closed his eyes. She was an expert cuck sucker.

He was trying to hold his moans as she licked and sucked on him. The waiter stopped by the table, and he held her head still. The waiter nodded at him, and said, “I’ll leave you to your meal. Enjoy.” He walked away after nodding conspiratorially to Kevin.

“Shit, Cheryl. I think he knows.”

“Yep, I tipped him extra for this table.” She giggled at his look.

She went back to work on his cock, taking him in, bobbing up and down. She wasn’t trying to büyükesat escort hide anything. The tablecloth hid her, but if someone looked, they might see her shoes peeking out from under it.

Kevin wrapped his hands in Cheryl’s hair. Her mouth was performing wonders on him. He didn’t normally care for blowjobs; he preferred to give than to receive, but Cheryl was changing his mind on the matter.

“Kitten, you are so good at this. I’m not going to last much longer.”

She tapped his thigh in acknowledgement and kept working him.

When he was about to blow, he said, “I’m coming!”

She sank down on him, putting his cock head right at her throat. She held there. His come spurted out and went straight into her throat, filling her belly. She eased off his rod, licking him clean, before stuffing him back into his pants.

She crawled back to the seat, and snuggled up to him. “That was a teaser. An appetizer for me, if you will. I’ve got a lot more planned for you tonight. The rest of your birthday present is back at my place. But I have something else for you to open first.”

She took his hand and slid it under her dress, up her thigh. She pressed his hand to her pussy. He found nothing blocking access to her, no panties to get past. His fingers slipped into her wet folds. She was soaked and dripping.

“Let’s go open your gifts.”

“Check please!”

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% A Town Called Lucky

*Caveat lector: All sexual activity or interest is between 18 year olds and older.*

# Prologue

It was lunch time on the first day of the new school year.

I beat a retreat to the office and just as I did my assistant, Miss Colston, came into the office behind me and started to tell me about something or or other. I leant behind her and pushed the door shut and locked it and manoeuvred her further into the room towards the desk.

“Oh no,” she said, spinning around and putting her hands on my chest. “No. I know that look. No, we can’t, not during hours any more we said, we’re not even four hours into the year and… wait… not duri— ohhh, fuck, you bastard, you can’t *do* this, even if you do have magic fingers, ohh—“

After a digital warm up I pushed her over the desk, lifted up her skirt and went to it, one hand pressed into the small of her back, the other in a firm hold on her hair, keeping her head up. It was a pose she was used to by now, though usually I waited until 4PM.

“Fuck. Yes,” I muttered through gritted teeth as I tried to push her clean through the pine with each thrust. “Don’t. Fucking. Move. Fuck… you and your cunt are just what I fucking needed.”

I couldn’t really see her expression because she couldn’t turn her head, what with her hair being used as my handle to pull myself into her. I couldn’t see it but I could image she was smirking.

“Ohh, I guess… I guess I should be flattered, huh? But, ugh… But I know its not me that got you all worked up.”

“Jesus, Jess. Those fucking seniors.”

“You’re always like this.”

“Not like this. I swear they’re doing it on purpose.”

“Of course, ugh, of course they’re doing it on purpose. They’re — ahh, fuck, not so deep, fuck — they’re just a bunch of randy, ugh, hormonal, ugh! 12th Graders.”

I didn’t pay much attention to the ‘not so deep’ comment. Well, not other than angling down a little and trying to push in harder.

“Ahh–!” he yelped.

I moved my hand from her hair to cover her mouth, which, happily, arched her back towards me even move.

“Their hair, Jess. Fuck. At least two of them were actually twirling their hair at me, like a 90s porno or something. And the little bitches getting every. Fucking. Chance.” I was punctuating with thrusts. “To show me. Their gorgeous. Long. Fucking. Legs. Bending over to pick up bags. Walking right up to the desk at the end of the lesson then sauntering off. Wriggling. Their tight. Asses. Its unbearable… ugh…”

I was sweating and felt my blood pumping in my temples. Jess was making slightly worrying little squeaks through my fingers and had gone limp on me. So I eased up and let her head down gently onto the desk surface and moved my hand to the back of her neck as a carried on at a more survivable pace.

“… There must be something in the water this year,” I continued. “Normally its a couple weeks before the little tarts get any ideas. I’m fucking stern enough with them. That used to work, for a while at least.”

Jess had recovered and said, in that odd, breathless, reverberating tone that women get when you have their cheek held firmly to a wooden desk while you fuck them from behind, “Maybe you’re getting a reputation as a man-whore. How many did you have last year?”

“Cheeky bitch,” ankara yabancı escort I replied, lightly swiping her ass without stopping. “Last year, I’ll have you know, there was only the two.”

She gave me a look. *Now* I could see the smirk.

“OK. Only the two that actually went anywhere. Obviously I might have had a one time thing with one or two of the others.”

“Or a three or four time thing with three or four of the others,” she retorted. “You know, a normal girl might be upset that her boss used her, ahh… used her to take his sexual frustration out on, ugh… whilst he carried on with a… ahh bunch of.. bunch of hot, ahh, teenage sluts.”

“I should warn your husband you’re not normal then. He’ll be devastated. He must have thought he’d married such a normal cock hungry bitch.”

She rolled her eyes.

—-

It was four years ago that I moved to Lucky. A big, sprawling, run down industrial town in the middle of nowhere, US-of-A. Why? We’ll save that story later. I’ve got Jess to fuck right now. Eye on the prize, boy, as my old PE teacher used to say.

For now, all you need to know is that five years ago I was passing through for work, on a modestly paid research trip about post-industrial decline, a fair old way from home, which was Dublin, where I worked at Trinity College.

I noticed Lucky presented certain opportunities and freedoms. I hated my stuffy little life in Dublin in any case. And so a year later I moved my wife and myself out there. To hell with the academy and career progression, for a few years at least.

From Trinity College to teaching advanced courses in English, History and Biology to 12th Graders in fuck knows where; my friends thought I was mad. My wife was surprisingly open to the whole thing, probably because I told her we’d move on to California some point, and she’d always wanted to live in California.

I got the job easily, as you might expect. Very excited to have you, sign here, tell us if you need anything, and that was almost the last I heard from the Principle in a year.

It was mostly girls in my classes. Half the boys dropped out to work in the remaining manufacturing plants over in the next county, along with the menfolk, most of whom only came back for the weekends. The remaining boys were those without the wits or drive to work, and few of them got into the advanced courses or wanted in.

The girls were better, kind of, but hardly a hotbed of academic ambition. Those who did find employment after graduation would mostly be in hair dressing or waiting. Or, if they’d won the genetic lottery, ‘waiting’ at one of the better tipping and more scantily dressed venues on the outskirts of town, where the men and boys would stop on their way back into Lucky on Fridays after working at the plants all week.

Yeah. Lucky was one of those kinds of places. The left behind places without a train line, where the Greyhounds came every other day, maybe. To say I loved it, and loved the people, would be pushing it. But there was a rawness to everything, to live where no-one else in the state, let alone the country, gave a fuck about who you were or what you did or if you even existed.

On to those freedoms I was talking about…

There was only one high school bahçelievler escort left in Lucky and — having swallowed the the older — failing schools into one convenient single point of failure, it was seriously huge. Huge and dysfunctional.

I didn’t even have a department head. I’m not sure I was actually in a department.

The amount of sex going around was, well, there wasn’t fucking in every corridor but there was plenty of it about and no-one cared so long as you kept it to yourself. I happened to know the Principle was having an affair with the father of a 10th Grader, and at least two of the male teachers I was friendly with had admitted to regular flings with their students.

As the exotic foreigner (“are you from Australia, sir?”) — a tall dark rugged looking Celt in his mid thirties, who only taught seniors, kept himself to himself, and maintained a mysterious air by the simple expedient of having a hard to understand accent — I had plenty of opportunities to indulge every year.

And indulge I did. It was always best to wait a little way into the year though, at least until you’d filtered out the gossips and tattles and any that *didn’t* have daddy issues (not many, conveniently, given the rates of permanent or at least weekly absenteeism amongst the good men of Lucky).

Jess Colston had joined as my teaching assistant in my first semester. She was a delight, mid twenties and, as another non-Lucky blow-in, from New Hampshire, a little gust of sanity for me between lessons.

Oh, and she was gorgeous, in a curvy, homely, comely way. Rather different from my beautiful, delicately built willow of an Irish wife.

And she had a great attitude, our Jess. Never complaining much about the late hours, or last minute lesson planning, or the being chucked around and man-handled and ravaged at a second’s notice, whenever the urge took me…

——–

“Oh God Jess. Fuck you feel good. Don’t fucking move, I’m going to come.”

“Oh no, no you don’t. Just how many of your kids do you think I need?”

True, she’d had two these last four years. Her husband was delighted, he’d always wanted a big family and there was enough of a similarity in our features for a happy man to not think twice. They really might have been his, she’d told me, they really might. The timing was possible, just. But she didn’t think so.

She would beg and I would be good for a while, get into the habit of pulling out and decorating her face or tits. The come-covered look did suit her so well, after all.

But eventually, when you’re surrounded by hot teenagers you really shouldn’t knock up, and a hot assistant you really can, well… I’m only human.

Her protests were always undermined by her orgasms. I knew how to play her body.

I took the hand from the small of her back and ran it up across her ass cheeks, making circles that got smaller and smaller until my thumb was tracing around her anus.

“Don’t come in me, please, please, not this ti—ohhhh fuuu—“

I pushed the thumb in to the first knuckle and held her like that, like a bowling ball.

“Uhhh, nngggg—” She starting to shake as I timed the thrusts with a jerking grip motion of my thumb in her ass.

“I’m going to come in you Jess. I can’t balgat escort go out there and knock up a whole fucking class of teasing eighteen year old tarts but I can do whatever the fuck I want with my sexy fucking TA.”

“Fuuuckkk—“

“Come for me Miss Colston. Tell me you want to come and you want me to come. Yes, yes, push back on me you little whore—“

“Oh gddd yesss, I’m, I’m—“

“Whatever. I fucking. Want with you. Whatever I fucking want… I want you to come, I want to fill you up, I want to fuck you until I fucking explode and my heart fucking bursts and you’re screaming like a fucking banshee and I don’t care if the whole school hears it and thinks you’re being fucking raped—“

“Yes! Yes, do it! Do it! Oh Goddd, ohhh—“

For me, in that moment, as it always does, everything became silent and still and weightless, like I was at the very apex of a great leap through the sky, neither rising nor yet falling, but suspended in the clouds.

When I came back to Earth Jess was wriggling contentedly under my prone body.

“Bastard,” she said, almost affectionately, turning around to lay on her back, punching me on the shoulder as she did so.

“Ow.”

She kissed me hard then held my face and said, “You arrogant Irish bastard. Will you ever let me not be pregnant?”

“Hey. You’ve had a good two plus years of not being pregnant, all in, since you started here. That’s not bad going… for such a fertile cock hungry bitch as you.”

She punched my shoulder again, harder, then leaned in to bite my nose. I dodged her and rolled off and up onto my feet, surveying the scene.

Jess looked excellent, as ever, splayed out over my desk, clothes hither and thither, hair a mess where my fist had restyled it.

She didn’t bother to lift herself up to look at me as I hopped around getting pants back on, just lying there running a hand in absent minded circles across her Mons, eyes lidded.

“I came in to tell you you’ve got a visitor in the office office,” she said.

The office office is what we called my official office, for meetings and dressing down students and archiving documents and so on. The office we were in right then was technically a colleague’s, but he had gone off with a nervous breakdown two years ago and never come back or officially left. We used it for the messy business of real teaching; the lesson planning and marking (I tended to view the floor as my filing cabinet), the hiding from students, the impregnating your TA, that sort of business.

“Oh?” I said, bouncing lightly off a bookshelf as I tried to get my standard issue well-worn brown brogues on without sitting down.

“Your wife. She’s waiting in the office.”

Oh yes. I remembered.

“OK, sure. I’ll go over now. Just let me…” I looked around and found the deodorant and gave myself what the antipodeans call an English bath. “You can finish the history hand-outs for my 2PM on your own, right?” I asked.

She didn’t answer me. Instead she got up on her elbows and looked at me. “You know if my husband ever twigs then there’s hell to pay. You know that? I’ll have to move in with you, mister, you won’t get out of that. Me and the kids. Your wife will love that. There’s turning a blind eye and there’s—“

“—I know, I know. Any case, don’t you worry about her. I’m working on her.”

“What? What the fuck does that mean?”

I went over, leant down, kissed an escaped Colston tit and, straightening my tie and pushing back my hair, went out to meet my beautiful, delicately built, willowy, determinedly unaware wife for our lunch date.

It was a beautiful day out and this was going to be a good year. I could tell. The best yet.

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I had crazy mixed-emotions about the prospect of babysitting a second time for Rick and Margaret which was understandable if you’ve any familiarity with the Uniform Code of Military Justice. Officer-enlisted fraternization is not just frowned upon. The officer can get court-martialed – particularly if there was any element of coercion involved. Not that there was in this case. But even if he avoided Leavenworth, his career would be destroyed if we were found out.

The enlisted person (me!) typically faced “merely” being kicked out. Not that I was super-worried about myself. With only a couple years in at that point, I didn’t have much to lose. But Rick was a successful mid-grade officer with a real career and a wife and kids.

So that’s why one emotion I was juggling was fear. A lot of it. But there was also so much desire. And the intense excitement associated with doing something forbidden.

I felt so alive going about my days, not knowing what was going to happen but hoping that it would.

Twice now, I had seen Rick and that attention-commanding dick of his explode. Twice, I had been left hot and bothered, stunned, wanton, and unsatisfied. Twice, I’d been left only with the taste of his cold cum as a reward for letting him suck my toes.

So when that time came – that next invite to babysit – I was determined to assert myself a bit more.

It was a warm summer evening when I arrived at their house for babysitting – round 2. Margaret let me in and I took off my sneakers and socks while saying hello to her in the entryway. It just seemed like the right amount of “statement” to make as I entered their home. Removing my shoes and socks without being asked to do so was my way of saying, I want more.

More foot adoration. More cock. More cum. Maybe even pussy. I’d been thinking about Margaret too. “Thinking” doesn’t capture the reality of it. I was absolutely obsessed morning, noon, and night. When alone, I touched myself all too frequently. My poor little clit!

Everything was normal leading up their departure. I forget now what they were up to – dinner somewhere maybe — whatever. My heart rate was elevated even though they were about to leave for a couple hours.

Then – just inside the front door as they were about to leave – Margaret turned, pulled me toward her in a full-body sort of embrace and kissed me. Holy shit!!! It was so soft and so wonderful. I could see how some girls are just fine with just girls. Oh my god it was great!

Then they were gone. Kinda reeling, I did my best to re-focus – turn my attention to the kids.

Blessedly, they came back pretty early.

I had made a bubble bath for the little ones and was sitting on the bathroom floor watching them play amongst the suds when Rick and Margaret got home. Rick popped into the bathroom and greeted us, kissing the kids on the head.

I had worn a very loose, light top that Ankara escort night. No bra. I leaned forward so that Rick could see down my top. I badly wanted him to get a glimpse of my tits. He did. He was sorta sideways to me, standing over me as I sat on the floor. His dick had started to grow noticeably, constrained by one of his pant legs. My pussy twinged to life – I had already started to cream.

Rick stepped out of the bathroom, made eye contact, and gestured for me to move, to re-position. I got what he was wordlessly trying to say – and I moved to sit just inside the bathroom door while my legs were outside the door.

He wanted my feet. As I continued keeping an eye on the kids, Rick loosened his belt, unzipped and pulled it out. The dick of my dreams. And those balls. Jesus.

My heart was racing. Such a gorgeous cock. He was lightly stroking it – about three quarters hard. Fucking thing looked longer than my little feet. The feet he was metaphorically drooling over.

He got on his hands and knees and started sucking me. Sucking my toes. Seeing this tall, athletic, beautiful specimen of a man on his hands and knees sucking my toes was an INCREDIBLE sight – such a turn-on. I fought to not touch myself. Had to watch the kids.

Margaret appeared behind Rick. Her expression was lustful.

She too got down on her knees behind Rick and started milking his dick, pulling his cock and balls backwards toward her.

This went on in silence for maybe another 30 seconds at most. He stopped. She stopped. I pulled my feet back. They collected themselves and proceeded to deal with the kids. That was a long, long half hour before the kids were tucked into bed.

I was waiting in the living room when they both walked in. Small talk happened but the sexual tension was thick in the air. With my heart pounding, I decided this needed to start.

So, with Rick in mid-sentence, I stood up off the couch and just popped my top off. I was risking a pretty awkward moment since it was out of nowhere and it’s not like I’d done anything outside the bounds of “going along” to that point. I’d been submissive.

But that did it.

They both inhaled sharply and stared. I swear, both of them reflexively moved a hand to the front of their pants.

There I stood, barefoot and topless, wearing only my shorts, in this gorgeous couples’ living room. It was silent as they both looked me up and down. They wanted me. They both wanted me. Margaret put a hand down her pants.

I slid off my shorts and underwear. Margaret responded, pulling off her top to reveal lovely small boobs. Rick did what Rick does – and pulled out his cock and balls.

And then Margaret walked over to me and got on her knees before me, her face mere inches from my pussy. I widened my stance and moved my hips forward a little – inviting her to eat me.

She did it.

It was heaven. Her pretty face, those delicious lips, licking my pussy lightly, teasing my clit. Up and down the length of my ankara olgun escort pussy lips. Yeah, ‘heavenly’ is the word for it. There was nothing mechanical about what she did. She wasn’t just pleasuring me, “servicing” me. She was doing this for herself. She was obviously consumed, worshipping my little pussy.

Over the years, I’ve many times brought that moment to mind as I reach climax – whether fucking my husband or fingering myself – that moment in my young life, when Margaret first ate me. The first time I’d had a woman down there. Little me, standing astride a beautiful woman in the living room of a government-owned house on a military base in a country far, far from home. I will N E V E R forget… But I digress.

Margaret’s pussy worship was so fucking awesome that – for a couple minutes anyway – I actually wasn’t staring at Rick’s cock. Which is saying something! When I finally did lock my gaze onto him, Rick was rock hard.

Honestly, I wish you could have seen his dick. To this day, I can’t get over it. I’m sorry I keep going on and on about it, but…I mean…you just have no idea. I really shouldn’t speak as if I’m some expert on the subject of dicks. But given my relatively limited sexual history to that point, all I can say is that particular dick was well beyond my experience or my expectations. And that remains true to this day. I think about it a lot – I’m certain I always will. I’m married, have kids and a good job. I occasionally go to church. But I swear if I ever saw him again, I’d immediately drop to my knees before him. So anyways, I’ll try and shut up about his dick. Try. Back to the living room…

I fell back onto the couch and put my spread legs high in the air. Margaret didn’t miss a beat – stayed right with me…still eating me – now no longer tenderly. Now she ate me hungrily. She even tongue my asshole. Oh my gaaaawd!

Rick stepped forward to get my toes in his mouth. I reached for his dick and touched it – with my hand, not my feet – for the very first time. My little hand could bare wrap all the way around it.

So beautifully thick. And warm. And hard. And just perfect.

I moved my hand up toward his prick and squeezed. I milked him for his pre-cum. As it pooled on his cock head, I pulled him toward me. All those days and nights spent fingering myself while I fantasized about sucking him were about to become reality.

And, yeah, it FINALLY happened. My lips made contact with his giant cock head. And all that pre-cum. He pushed into my mouth, forcing me to open wider than I’d ever done before. More heaven! I truly, truly, truly *love* sucking cock and this was the ultimate.

I don’t know how long I sucked. I was lost in the act.

Margaret made me cum. My whole body spasmed as I squirted all over her face. I am a full-body orgasm-er and I only squirt if the orgasm is exceptional – and then I usually only squirt a little bit. But Margaret got it!

My screams/grunts/full-throated ankara ucuz escort orgasm-noises were muted with Rick’s dick filling my mouth and pushing on my throat.

But then he pulled out! Noooooooooooo!!!! I’m thinking, “Hey! I’m not done here!!”

He moved behind his wife. She was still in the doggy position, her face covered in my pussy juices, her head resting on my thigh. My left thigh – I remember that very clearly for some reason. Rick pulled off her remaining clothes.

As I lay there, totally wiped out, I remember thinking “wow” looking at Margaret’s ass. So pretty. Very, very nice.

Rick just destroyed her, thrusting hard – and all the way to the balls – over and over. His eyes drinking in the sight before him. A 20-year-old enlisted woman naked on his couch. His wife’s pretty face between those forbidden legs.

I lightly fingered my clit watching them, barely grazing it cuz I’m very sensitive to touch after I cum really hard.

She was obviously accustomed to taking his huge cock. I remember being amazed. Margaret had become an object of total amazement to me on so many levels. And this was just another thing to add to that – she could take an absolute wrecking from such a huge dick. I was 100% sure that he would hurt me if he pushed that thing into me like that. But it was beyond hot watching her get so thoroughly fucked.

After a few minutes, Margaret just blew up, cumming hard on his dick. Her whole body lost control – its parts moving in uncoordinated, independent spasms. It was just a beautiful, remarkable thing to behold. She was loud – did not hold back at all. Like, ‘hey, you might wake up the kids kinda loud.’ As she finished coming on her husband’s dick, she sort of collapsed – her upturned face still between my spread legs, her half-closed eyes only a couple inches from my pussy. She looked utterly spent, yet so pretty like that. She was really pretty.

Rick wasn’t done. He still needed to cum.

I begged him, “Come back to me – cum in my mouth please! Margaret, is it ok?” I asked.

She sighed a yes.

So I got to continue sucking the dick that still dominates my dreams to this day. After a few minutes he erupted. Hot, sticky, utterly delicious cum. For a second, I thought – in a spike of panic – that I was gonna gag, violently cough it out. I fought the reflex. And won thank you very much! I had to swallow at a couple times to get it all but I didn’t waste any of it! I swallowed every drop.

He tasted perfect. Just perfect.

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This “relationship” continued for the final eight months of my assignment overseas. I intend to write up the next two encounters if there seems to be a demand for them. The next two times were unexpectedly different (once back in Rick’s office and then at their house). One of the things I learned about Rick and Margaret is that both were highly intelligent, highly educated people and they put a lot of forethought into how to best “use” me. They were always kind, never demeaning or disrespectful. They wanted me to be left as satisfied as they were.

That said, even when I thought/assumed I’d pretty much figured them out, they would surprise me, leaving me a little off-balance. Didn’t matter. I was hooked. And I was over-the-top happy. I loved the situation – my relationship with them – and have never regretted it.

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I had known Marea for a few years. I remember the day she joined the company, she was petite and bubbly which made her seem much younger than she was. I remember thinking that I was going to be in trouble if I had to spend a lot of time around her. Of course over the years I had to do a number of customer visits with her which included long trips in cars together.

Marea was a brunette of Hispanic descent. She was 5’2″ but seemed even smaller, she couldn’t have weighed more than 100 lbs. If there ever was a spinner then she was it. She had tiny curves that were rarely visible, especially given how she dressed. It wasn’t that she dressed frumpy, but I guess the term was fashion forward. A lot of dresses, skirts, flowy pants, etc. When the subtle curves did show up you could tell her body was tight. She had longer brown hair, eyes that smiled when she did.

I remember the first day I saw her little curved tush. Of course I was always checking her out, definitely wonder what it would like to be with someone so tiny. I’m 6’2″ and fairly broad, not fat, but thick. While I don’t have a pornstar long dick, I do have a pornstar wide dick. So at 7″ long and 3″ wide at the base, size has definitely been an issue with partners.

Back to her. One Friday she came into the office with a more casual outfit. She was wearing tight jeans, which has happened before, but she always has longer shirts which wreck any chance of getting a good view. At some point I was watching from across the cubicles as she chatted with a coworker when she had to pull up the back of her pants. In doing so she lifted her shirt and I finally saw her little rump. It was both shapely and tiny, as she pulled her pants up I watched this thing bounce. It bounced, this thing was literally a peach…it was so tiny and curved. I was hooked.

After that I started swinging by her desk more, lingering more. Eventually we started texting and getting to know each other better. It became clear that each of us were teasing the other by slowly pushing boundaries. At one point, she slipped into a stream of texts “I like porn”. I didn’t bite which forced her to type it again…”I like porn.” I knew she wanted me. Eventually I bit and the conversations continued.

FAST FORWARD

It had been weeks and I was waiting for my opportunity. Sometimes we would go out for coffee, in the stairwell on the way out I would grab Marea and kiss her. My two hands practically wrapped all the way around her waist and touched. I could pick her up without even the slightest struggle. I would kiss her neck while she closed her eyes and moaned. One of my hands could cup both butt cheeks. We never lingered in case a co-worker came through the stairwell.

One day the stars aligned and we both ended up at work late. I had driven in to work. I asked her if she wanted a drive home. She immediately became excited and threw what she could in her bag not even locking her computer. Our walk to the car included the stairwell where we usually stopped, this time we didn’t. We didn’t speak a word, both Emek Escort of us were clearly in our heads. The sexual tension was thick. I was trying to strategize about how and where to take things farther, how I would love to see her try to take my dick in her petite mouth. I could feel my pants getting tighter.

I was parked in an underground lot. We finally reached the car in the empty dark lot. I opened the door for her to let her in. I went around to the driver side, as soon as I got in she was staring at me biting her bottom lip. I pulled her forward hard into me and kissed. Within 5 seconds I was kissing down her neck to her little A cups while she was breathing hard. I lifted her shirt exposing her tight stomach and breasts. I immediately started sucking and kissing her skin while she moaned in the passenger seat. I started with her sides, moved up her ribs until I sucked in her perky little nipples. I slid my hand between her legs and over her jeans. She spread them for me and thrust into my hand breathing even harder.

After about 5 minutes of this heated groping and tasting I pulled a way. Her mouth was half open, her eyes have closed, she was almost panting. I told her it was time to get going. I could see the disappointment and frustration. I wanted to push her more.

As we left the parking lot I took her hand and caressed it as we drove. It was a silent drive as we both were fixated on what just happened. Every time we stopped at a light I would turn to look at her and she would just stare back. I was torn between the desire to protect and hold this petite beautiful creature, and the desire to tear open her shirt then pull her head down to suck my balls.

Eventually I let my hand slide across her arm to her pants and between her legs. As we drove I massaged her pussy over the jeans. Slowly she started to rotate her hips to match. I moved my fingers to unzip her pants. Her jeans were so tight I could barely squeeze my fingers in her underwear. She was completely soaked. My fingers parted her lips and found her button. I put just enough pressure and movement to have her clit pop out repeatedly as I moved my finger. Her hands gripped the car door and center console as I rubber her.

By the time we made it to her place my fingers tips were working their way into her tiny pussy and she was moaning. I found a place under the trees in an empty lot. “Do you want to go in the back seat for a bit?” I asked. She simply said “Yes.”

As soon as we got in the backseat she started pulling me in to kiss. This time, she buttoned down her shirt and pulled out her little breast. Her tiny hand wrapped around the back of my neck as she pulled my lips to her nipple her other hand cupping her breast. As I settled in to flicking my tongue over her firm nipple I wrapped my arms around her she moved tp undo my belt and pants. I had been dying to be released. As she fished out my cock, her hand barely around half of it, she leaned down and attempted to take me in her mouth. She could barely Eryaman Escort fit the head, I felt bad for her.

After all this build up I needed something more but didn’t want to push her head down…hard. So I repositioned her so that she was bent over on her hands and knees. As she bobbed her head and massaged my balls I started to push her pants down and caressing the curve of her ass. If I wasn’t turned on before, now I was staring at that little tush exposed. Immediately I started massaging her cheeks. Instead of pushing her head down on my cock I pulled her ass and thrust my hips up. I moved my fingers along the curve of her ass until I could feel her soaking pussy. Without the restriction of tight jeans I plunged my fingers in deep causing her to moan on my cock.

Slowly I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy while she started to go deeper sucking my cock I loved feeling her moans vibrate through me. My fingers picked up the pace, my hips thrusting into her mouth…the lust took over as my free hand gripped her hair and head. I started moaning as my fingers pounded into her pussy. I wanted her going over the edge. As I heard her muffled scream of ecstasy I immediately pulled her head down hard and thrusted. Her legs were tensed either from an orgasm or my cock filling her throat. I had never had anyone take half of me before, let alone someone so tiny.

After what felt like an eternity I ripped her off my cock and pulled her to my lips. I began pulling her pants off all the way off and told her “I want to be inside you”.

“I want that too!” she said between kisses. She immediately straddled me causing my swollen cock to part her lips. Her juices were soaking the length of my cock. She opened up her shirt the whole way fully exposing her tight stomach and breasts. I pulled my shirt off. She immediately put her chest to mine and moaned as she ground her pussy against my cock.

I eventually pushed her back to stare into her eyes. She was incredibly sexy and beautiful. Without breaking eye contact I positioned myself at her entrance. She started slowly thrusting to take the tip in. We struggled slowly to get the head inside her. Eventually we got the top third of my cock insider her. He mouth was open either from ecstasy or pain, I couldn’t tell but she was dripping down my shaft. She started thrusting harder and faster. I think she thought I was completely in her but I was far from it. Despite barely being in her she was so tight that I was going to cum quickly. My hands grabbed her hips and I told her “Slow down, we have time.”

Thank goodness she did. I wanted to make sure that I made it all the way in her. I pulled her close again, with her chest on mine while she continued to straddle me. My hands slid down her hips to cup her little ass. I gripped tightly as I started to thrust upwards, working myself inside her. I started to hear her make gasps. I could feel her legs pushing up and away as I pushed in deeper and deeper. I could feel my balls becoming soaked Esat Escort the more I entered her. My hands gripped tighter as I pulled her down on to my cock. I was kissing and sucking on her neck when I heard her whisper “Oh my god, how is this happening?”

“How is what happening?”

“How are you still entering me? How is it fitting?” The answer pushed me over the edge. I smiled at Marea then plunged my face into her neck and chest. I gripped her ass and hips harder to make a final push. I was dying to show her how wide I was and how tight she is. She screamed out as her nails scratched my back, “OH FUCK!” I kept thrusting and pulling as she now grunted until I bottomed out. I was finally all the way inside her. I held myself there, I could feel her muscles tensed. I slowly pusher her back to look her in the eyes. Her mouth was open, face scrunched like she was begging with desperation. I started pumping again but I knew I wasn’t going to last. Her pussy was so tight it was practically sucking off my cock. I watched her face contort more, all she could do was nod at me.

It was then that her whole body started to seize up, he legs tried to close but it was futile with me inside her. I could see every muscle flexing as she started to scream, “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I’M FUCKING CUMMING! OH MY GOD IT’S SO INTENSE.” I used that moment to run my fingers down her ass to my dick to catch some of her juices. I ran my now lubricated finger up to her tight asshole and started to rub it. It caused her to start bucking hard on me.

“Fuck yeah baby, are you going to cum on my cock?” I asked while rubbing her asshole. She nodded yes as she clenched her jaw and ground herself harder in to me. As she pushed back she almost forced my finger into her ass. I could feel her pause when she felt it but the more she bucked the more comfortable she became with it. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I likely wasn’t getting into her ass, but the thought of it put me over the edge. I asked, “I’m going to cum baby. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Anywhere you want! Please….anywhere you want!” she whispered as her orgasm was coming to an end.

“Will you let me cum on your face?”…. “Yes.”

“What about inside you or on your tits?”….. “Fuck, cum inside me, cum all over me. I want to make you cum so bad. Please!” she begged.

We were now at a wild pace and there would be no doubt to any watching as to what was happening in the car. “I want you to suck my cock into your mouth and swallow. Will you do that for me?” Without responding verbally she jumped off me and bent over taking more than half of my cock into her little mouth. Now, without restraint, I gripped the back of her head and fucked her face. I took one hand and slapped her perfect little ass hard causing her to scream on my cock. This pushed me over the edge and I began to pump all the pent up arousal into her throat. It was so much that it started bursting out of the sides of her mouth and down my shaft. When she was done, she sat up and made a show of swallowing what was in her mouth. Without asking she then bent down and started to lick and suck off the remaining semen from my cock.

When it was all over, we laid in the backseat with her bare chest on mine. With my load blown I was back to wanting to protect and cradle this petite woman. I had regained control…for now.

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This is a unique story about a husband and wife, written from two perspectives under two different titles. This one is about the woman who thought her sex life became ordinary and scripted to the point of boredom. Its companion story is titled “I Just Wanted to Fuck”. I suggest you read them both chapter for chapter and gain some insight into why people who love each other end up cheating. Like I said it is Unique, and I hope you enjoy hearing both sides.

I Just Wanted to be Fucked

Chapter Two

Learning a whole new type of sex life

After being thoroughly fucked, completely used, and yes owned on Monday morning, I could not get that morning out of my mind. We, or should I say he, did things I never even dreamt of doing, and he didn’t ask for my consent or even my permission to engage in sex I hadn’t up until that day. He not only fucked me while bound and leaning against a wall, but he also took my anal cherry and then shoved that cock in my mouth after he was done. I can still remember the taste it left in my mouth, and what it felt like having him use my body as his personal sex toy. But what still bothers me, or maybe excites me, is that he made it clear he owns me and my body from now on. What did he mean by that, is it just something some Men say, and if not, what does he expect from me in the future?

Well, I got a glimpse of my answer to that question on Wednesday after work when I found my cut and ripped T-Shirt hanging from the door handle of my car when I left work. I texted that strange number that he used to contact me on Sunday but haven’t received a response yet. It is now Thursday afternoon and I’m at work trying to keep him out of my mind and doing a terrible job at it. I must regain control over this situation and do it quickly, making sure he knows if we continue there will have to be rules. I can do this I tell myself, but the sex was amazing and new to me, although I was looking for something that was not ordinary, and he certainly gave me that.

I walked out of work and saw something small dangling from my car door handle, another reminder of what I let him do to me? It was a small draw string fabric bag, and I quickly took it and put it in my purse, looking around to see of anyone else saw it. Once in the car I looked inside that bag and I was shocked by what I saw, a large chrome butt plug with a hole in the end that stays outside your body, and it had threads in it. The plug had to be at least between 1 1/2 inches to 2 inches in Diameter and shaped like the black Spade you see on playing cards. I immediately thought it would never fit, and why would I try it just because he left it for me? He could return my text and talk to me if he wanted me to wear this thing, instead it’s just hanging from my car door with no communication whatsoever. I’m going to have to put him in his place and let him know I am not some kind of cheap whore that performs any sexual act whenever he wants me to.

Again, I tried to text him, but no return text was sent so I tried calling the same number and heard a shocking recording when I went to leave a message.

“If I want to talk to you, I’ll do it in person, now get your head right whore.”

I was enraged that he would talk to me that way, I mean who the hell does he think he is? I immediately dialed back to give him a piece of my mind, but this time it just hung up on me. I started the car and went towards home, fuming and steaming with anger, then I heard my phone make the text message ding. I pulled over at a local convenience store and pulled it out of my purse to read it. It was from him, and it wasn’t the least bit ambiguous.

“Disobey me again and you will suffer the punishment that goes along with it. Learn your place whore and this will be much easier on you”.

I didn’t know how to react to that message, so I drove To a local park where I could sit and think this through and formulate a plan to deal with this man. Two minutes later my phone dinged with another message, but I waited until I got to the park before reading it.

“When I text you, you will respond within 60 seconds or less no matter what your situation is. That is strike number 2 and you only get three so stop fucking up whore, get used to this as it is your new life.”

I was angry, I was confused, and I didn’t know how to respond to this threat he just delivered to me on my phone. Another thing I did not understand was my response to his message, it was like I was watching a moving of some dumb broad in a cheap movie. But before I could even think about it, I typed him a message in return.

“I’m sorry Sir, please forgive me sir, I didn’t know the rules. Please give me another chance and I will do better.”

“That’s better slut, make sure you do. I’ll contact you tomorrow. Don’t anger me again and answer my text in a timely manner this time.”

“Yes Dikmen Escort sir. I will do better in the future.”

I couldn’t believe the things I was typing on my phone, and who I was sending them to. This is a man who Dominated me, my body, and my mind just days ago, and he had no problem telling my that I belonged to him after violating my previously virgin ass. I was almost beginning to believe he did own me, and although I didn’t like his attitude towards me, but I wanted to be with him again. I walked back to my car and found a fuzzy racoon tail trapped under the wiper arm. It had a threaded end on it, and I knew right away it was for the anal plug he left me earlier, and that he was following me.

I drove around the outside of the park and investigated every parked car trying to find him, but to no avail. I drove home with my hands shaking, my feet tingling, my pussy quivering, and a feeling of desire inside of me. All I could think about was giving myself to my new boyfriend, or should I say master, and letting him use my body in every possible way that would please him. What new sexual act would he force me to participate in, would I enjoy it, and would it matter to him if I didn’t? Or would he just take me as if he actually owned me and just fuck the hell out of my body, using every orifice once again? But most importantly, when would I be with him again, and will he care if I get pleasure from our next visit or not?

I got home, got changed into my jeans and Tee, and started making dinner when my phone dinged again. I look at it and it was a text from him again.

“Listen closely slut! Tomorrow after work you will come straight home and shower. Make sure you are clean inside and out. Then install your new anal jewelry and wait for me. No Whore makeup, no whore heels, wear something around three inches. Leave the front door unlocked and don’t waste any time getting ready and then go to the entrance hall. Wait there, facing the wall, hands against it above your head, legs spread, and wait for me where I first took your cunt and made it mine.”

“What about my husband? I can’t take chances on being caught.”

“That’s strike three whore. You know Brian is doing inventory this weekend. Now you are going to be punished for your insolence. I will teach you not to play games with me.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot about him working tomorrow night. Please forgive me and let me make it up to you?”

“You will make it up to me with your tear’s slut. I warned you about this type of thing, now I’m going to teach you what happens when you play games.”

“Please, I made a mistake, don’t discipline me?”

There was no reply. I waited a minute, then two, then five hoping he would answer me back, but nothing.

“Sir, I am sorry, I will do anything to make it up to you. Please answer me?”

Still no reply from my master, and I was scared he was done with me. I went back to the kitchen to start dinner when I felt a hand across my mouth and another grabbing my arm and holding it behind my back.

“You seem to be under the impression that you get to decide what happens, where it happens, and how you can act when it happens. I’m here tonight to change your views. Now. I’m going to let you go and if you don’t do exactly what I say, I will tie you up naked and leave photos of our last meeting for Brian to see. Do you understand me cunt?”

“Yes sir, I understand, I’ll do whatever you want just tell me.”

“Unbutton your jeans and slide then down to you ankles.”

I did as I was told, and then stood up straight with him still behind me. He hadn’t told me to turn around and I wasn’t going to take another chance of angering him. As I stood up, he grabbed my Tee at the waist and yanked it off over my head, but I still stood there not moving and not saying a word. I then heard him open a pocket knife and he cut off my panties at the hip on each side and also cut my bra straps, then unhooked my bra and pulled them both off of me.

“Whores don’t need bras or panties, they barely need clothes, and you’re a whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir, I’m your whore to use as you see fit.”

“Then first you need to learn an important lesson. Get on your hands and knees facing away from me.”

I did exactly what he told me to do, and I did it quickly as to prevent angering him anymore than I already had. I heard him open the refrigerator and he returned with a cucumber.

“Put this in your mouth as far as it will go and keep it there, then bend down and put the other end against the floor with your hands behind your back and stay in that position.”

Again, I did as ordered and kneeled with my head down touching the cucumber against the floor. I heard him take his belt off and hoped he was going to fuck me right there on the kitchen floor, but I couldn’t Elmadağ Escort have been more wrong.

“Now you’re going to do as told, only what is told, taught to answer me timely, and that you wait for me not the other way around. If I want to speak to you, I will call, and If I want to give you a message, I will text, and you don’t get to initiate either one.”

When he hit me the first time with his belt across my ass, I screamed out around the cucumber, and that angered him even more.

“You don’t make a fucking sound cunt; you just take your punishment in silence.”

He hit me again across the very same spot and it hurt like hell, but I didn’t make a sound. From there he alternated side to side and cheek to cheek. He must have whipped me with that belt fifty times pushing me forward and pushing the cucumber further down my throat causing me to gag each time. By the time he was finished my ass was on fire, my eyes filled with tears, my throat sore from the cucumber sliding in and out, and my knees hurt from the movement across the tile. He lifted my head by pulling me hair, removed the cucumber from my mouth and told me to put my cheek on the floor, which I did.

He moved behind me and slowly started pushing the cucumber in and out of my pussy and it felt wonderful him using me instead of punishing me. He kept fucking me with it and I was getting wet as hell, until about the twentieth time he pushed it in he rammed it all the way inside me. I let out a scream, but my pussy swallowed it up whole making me feel fuller than I ever had.

“That’s right whore, make sure you take everything your sir gives you. Only a whore could take that whole cucumber in their cunt, and you did great. You’re going to be a good sex slave after I train you.”

As I was thinking about the term “Sex Slave” he rammed his cock straight up my ass without warning. Initially it hurt worse than the beating he gave me, but it quickly became pleasurable having him saw his cock in and out of my asshole. Then he started roughly massaging my clit and that was more than I could take, and my orgasm was about to overtake me.

“That’s right whore, go ahead and cum from me fucking your ass. You sure are a dirty fucking slut, and I’m glad I was the one to show you what you really are.”

The more he abused my and the dirtier he spoke to me the more excited I got and I shot into an orgasm that took me for a ride to outer space, squirting all over the tile below me and clamping down on that cucumber and his cock. He cock erupted inside me spurting five or six times before he pulled out of my ass. He again lifted my head by my hair and shoved his messy cock in my mouth for me to suck clean, which I did with earnest.

Then he had me walk back two steps on my knee’s and forced me to look down at my mess on the floor. After he put his pants and belt back on, he told me to lick up my mess in front of me, and as I was licking my own fluids from the floor, I heard the door open and close. When I looked back to the door, I could see he had just left after he was done with me, but I didn’t care. I felt so damn dirty and excited all at the same time and wanted him to come back and use me again.

I picked up my cut bra and panties and shuffled off to the bathroom to get that cucumber out of me, although it started feeling good being wedged up inside my pussy. As I sat on the toilet trying to push it out, I was surprised by how much cum he deposited in my ass. After I got the vegetable out from inside of me, I took a look at my ass in the mirror, and couldn’t believe the red marks he left on me, reminding me that I was his to do with as he pleased.

After I was done, I went into the bedroom to get a fresh pair of panties and bra when I remembered what he told me; Whores don’t need panties and bras, so I pulled up my jeans and returned to the kitchen to put on my tee. Every time I walked past that spot in the kitchen I felt a tingling in my pussy, reminding me of what he did to me on that spot. But Brian would be home soon, and I had to get back to preparing dinner, but I kept looking back at that spot reminiscing.

Not ten minutes after I got dressed and back in the kitchen Brain came through the door.

“Jen, you left the door unlocked.”

“So, what’s the problem Brian, do you think someone is going to sneak in and rape me right here on the kitchen floor? Big deal, so it’s the late afternoon and I didn’t lock the door.”

“No problem, I was just surprised that’s all.”

“Go get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.”

I couldn’t believe I used the scenario of what just happened, but it gave me a dirty thrill saying it out loud. What was I doing and what was I becoming? I was acting like a cheap whore, and I wasn’t the least bit ashamed, and I was getting Elvankent Escort a thrill from it. How did this man know I would respond this way, I hadn’t said or done anything to give him the impression I would like this treatment? Was I sending out a hidden signal to let him know this? Had I been like this all my life, and he was just waiting to take advantage of me? All I knew for sure is that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me.

I finished preparing dinner and plated it on the counter, then set it on the table. When I sat down, I felt the pain induced from the whipping master had just given me less than an hour ago, and it hurt like hell. I tried to act like nothing was wrong, but it was a constant reminder of what his position was and what mine is.

“It looks like you’re not wearing a bra today, what’s the any reason for that?”

“For gods sake Brian, I am in my own apartment and I’m wearing a shirt. What the hell is the problem? Maybe I should just walk around naked and give you a reason to pick on me? Or maybe I should go out and buy a nun’s uniform just so you are pleased with the way I dress? Or better yet, I should just burn all my clothes and go to work and shopping naked, that way you wouldn’t have to worry if someone saw a part of my body, it would be on full display for everyone to see.?”

I got up, left the table, and went to the bedroom to be alone. He made no attempt to follow me or sooth me, he just ignored me while he stuffed his face with the dinner I made. He didn’t show any concern for my feelings at all.

We spent the rest of the night not saying a word to each other and went to sleep on our respective sides of the bed, back-to-back. All night long I tossed and turned feeling the pain on my butt cheeks from my whipping and started thinking I deserved it because I angered my master and I needed to be taught how to please him. I thought about the way he fucked me, without any reservation or concern for me or my feelings, I was just a whore for his enjoyment, and I felt myself getting wet again. I dreamt about him using me all night and got very little sleep. Morning came way to early and my ass was still sore from my punishment, it was still red from my whipping but I persevered and got up to start getting ready for work.

I made breakfast, fed Brian, and went to take a shower to be alone until he left. I was drying off when I heard him slam the front door, so I went to the window to watch him leave, which he did in anger according to his driving. I grabbed my robe and went to the living room and without even thinking about it I unlocked the front door just in case master stopped by. In my bedroom I started to pull out my clothes and lay them on the bed. A Bra, a pair of panties and when I went to my closet for a dress, I remembered his words; Whores don’t need bras or panties. How could I go to work without wearing either one? Did he mean all the time? Was I to be ready for him every moment of every day? I just wanted someone to fuck me like a slut, not someone who would creep into every thought of my life, but there I was putting my bar and panties back in the drawer. I felt an uneasy and queasy feeling in my stomach and thought maybe I was ill, but when I opened my panty drawer, I saw that butt plug and my uncomfortable feeling went away. I sat there holding it, sliding my tongue up and down and all around it, savoring the thought of wearing it just for him.

I had to take time to get my mind straight, so I picked up my phone and called in sick to work. He would be coming for me tonight and I had to think this all through and either be ready for him or send him away, but I had to make that decision either way. As soon as I hung up the phone I heard his voice.

“Put it back in your mouth slut, but this time all the way and keep it there.”

I didn’t even turn around to look, I knew it was him and I knew I needed to obey without hesitation, so I out it in my mouth as instructed.

“Should you be wearing that robe, or any clothing when you know I am here?”

I stood and slid the robe off my body, terribly happy I had forgone the bra and panties just moments earlier.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me.”

Of course, I followed his direction and knelt down on the carpet before my master.

“We have all day and part of tonight, and it’s a good thing too. You have a lot to learn and I’m going to be teaching you today.”

I looked up at him quizzically, but he just put a finger to his lips showing me I shouldn’t speak.

“I know you have questions, and they will all be answered over time but for now just know this. Today you will learn how you are to present yourself, and how to fuck a man. Yes, I know you think you’ve been fucking for years and I’m here to tell you that you’ve been getting fucked all your life. I’m going to teach You how to fuck, fuck a man using your throat, using your asshole, and using your cunt.”

I’ve always hated that word, I think it’s demeaning and filthy but hey, He’s calling me Whore and what else would a whore have between her legs? The only thing I knew for certain about today was that it’s bound to be a very long day.

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Turns out she was coming out of a recent bad breakup.

We hung out a few times after our initial hookup.

One of those days we decided to go to the mall.

We walked around, stopping at a few stores here and there.

She wanted to pick up a new game so we went to Gamestop. We didn’t really see anything promising so she picked up Dark Souls for cheap.

As we walked by the food court I heard her say, “I need to use the restroom. Let’s go over that way.”

“Do you need to go?” She asked, opening the door.

“Nah, I’m fine.” I answered.

She walked in. A few seconds later she peeked her head out the door.

“Wanna come in here with me?”

Confused, I answered back, “The women’s room?”

“There’s no one in here. We can full around in the stall!”

“In the bathroom? That’s not very romantic!”

“Come on! It’ll be fun!”

When she realized I wouldn’t she smirked and threw her jacket at me.

I watched as she let the door slowly close.

After the mall we went downtown to a popular diner.

The place was pretty busy. They sat us at the very back. Her back was to the wall so she could see everything happening in front of her. I could only see the back wall.

“I bet you’re the kind of person who always orders chicken tenders and fries,” she laughed.

“I usually do. I just like comfort.”

“It’s because you’re afraid to try new things. That’s why you wouldn’t come into the restroom with me!”

“Nah. I just get nervous doing stuff like that in public places.” I laughed.

We ordered our drinks and food.

While waiting, I felt one of her feet come up under the table and start rubbing over my crotch.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Smiling, she said, “Just trying to have a little fun.”

I could feel the front of my shorts tightening.

“Now I can’t stand up.” I laughed.

“I’m gonna go wash up real quick.”

While she was gone the food came. I of course ordered chicken tenders and fries.

After we finished our meal the server asked if we wanted dessert.

“You want anything else?” I asked her.

“Let’s get a piece of cheesecake! We can share!”

The server walked off towards the kitchen.

“I’ll come over to your side to make it easier.”

She slid to the end of her booth.

“Actually, you should get up and let me have the inside seat. You know just in case your need to protect me.”

Thankfully, my erection had went down a little by then. I got up, allowing her to slide in.

As I sat back down, she slid something into my left hand. It was her panties.

“Where did these come from?”

“I took them off when I went to the restroom. I was hoping to cure you of your nervousness!”

“Now? In here?” I asked.

“Yeah! Sex in public is such a turn-on! Let me see your hand.” She took my left hand up to her mouth. She sucked on my middle and ring fingers before rolling her tongue gently around them.

I watched in silence as she slid her shorts down to her knees. She took my hand, placing it in between her legs.

“Now put my jacket over your hand and no one will even notice.”

I did as I was told, placing the jacket over her lap and my hand.

I gently began moving my fingers up and down her slit. Her right hand soon joined mine under the jacket. She began guiding my fingers, spreading her lips and finally settling in a circular motion over her clit.

A few minutes later her breathing started to get heavier as she got wetter. Her left hand came over, gripping my left forearm in a tight embrace.

We both froze by the sound of the server sitting the slice of cheesecake on the table. She asked if we needed anything else. “We’re good. Thank you!” I managed to stutter out.

As she walked away we began again. She directed my middle finger down away from her clit. I could feel her heat as my finger parted her lips and entered her. I slowly began pushing my finger in and out of her. Her head fell onto my left shoulder. “Ahhh….” she moaned, orgasm getting ever closer. “Ohh….Ohh…” she whispered as her legs tightened, squeezing my hand in place as she came. Her wetness flooding the tips of my fingers and the booth itself.

“Oh my God! That was great!” she whispered before smiling. Çubuk Escort “Now let me jerk you off!”

“Here? No way!” I laughed.

She looked at me sadly with those big doe eyes. “At least give me a kiss.”

I leaned over to give her a quick kiss and she pushed her tongue in my mouth. I moved away, embarrassed. “Sorry, I just like being home when I do private stuff.”

She smiled. “It’s okay. One day I’m gonna break you though.”

I moved my hand back while she pulled up her shorts. My fingers were soaked in her girl-cum.

“We didn’t even try the cheesecake!” She noticed.

After she was covered I stood. She moved over to where I was seated. Sure enough the booth had a slick spot. She cleaned it off as I walked up to the front to get a to-go box.

On the way home we were about to pass her work when she told me to pull in.

I thought maybe she forget something when she said, “Swing down to the bottom parking lot.”

I drove down to the bottom. It was pretty late in the evening at this point and no one was down there.

“Park over there. Under the bridge.”

I did as I was told and pulled up to the retaining wall. “What are we doing here?” I asked.

“I just wanted to eat the cheesecake.”

I was a little confused at first. I watched her take the container out of the bag, open the plastic silverware and proceed to cut a little piece off and place it in her mouth. She cut another piece and fed it to me before smearing the bottom of the fork over my lips. She leaned over, cleaning all of it off with her tongue.

Now, I understood her intentions.

She then cut a bigger portion off. She held it up between our mouths. I took it into my mouth. She dropped the fork onto the seat while leaning into me for a kiss. Her tongue slammed into my mouth full force, the cheesecake disintegrating between our battling tongues.

She broke the kiss long enough to sit the box up on the dashboard.

Our lips met again. I moved my left hand behind her head as we made out heavily. Her right hand made it’s way over my crotch. She began caressing it over my shorts. She moved down, kissing my neck, sliding her hand into the top of my shorts.

She pulled them away enough for my rock-hard cock to swing out. I watched her take me into her mouth. She went up and down the full length a few times before pulling her head away.

“I’ve got an idea.”

She reached up and grabbed the box, taking what was left of the cheesecake in her hand. She then smeared it all over my shaft.

“Umm.. now that looks tasty!” She giggled.

She began working me over once more. The sensation of the cheesecake and her warm mouth was different, but amazing.

Other than the smearing, she never used her hands. She swallowed me whole. Her head bobbed up and down, furiously, for what seemed like an eternity, but in all actuality was probably less than a minute. I shot rope after rope of my spunk directly down her throat.

When my cock was finally done convulsing, she pulled her head up. I watched her swallow everything. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. She took a few napkins out of the bag and cleaned her hand off.

I pulled up my shorts and we left.

We drove back to her apartment.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower and get cleaned up. Make your self comfortable.”

She waked off to the shower while I laid down onto her bed.

I woke early the next morning with her cuddled up next to me. I still had on the shirt and shorts from the night before, while she was wearing a different t-shirt and booty shorts.

“Shit.” I said, realizing I fell asleep.

“You must’ve been pretty weak last night,” she laughed.

“I wonder why. Someone sucked the will to live out of me!”

“Shut up! I’m gonna make some coffee.”

I followed as she made her way to the kitchen.

We both poured a cup and made our way to her living room. She had this huge, circular chair that she used to sit in while playing video games.

We popped in Dark Souls while we sipped our coffee. I had never played this series of games but she had. She had actually beaten all of them.

“This game isn’t really hard. People say it is but it’s because they’re not good Demetevler Escort at gaming. It’s all about timing.”

I watched her play for a bit. It didn’t seem all that bad.

Sure enough, not five minutes later she fell off a cliff.

“Shit! That’s usually what happens. You die in some stupid way!” She fussed. “We can take turns every time one of us dies. If you make if further than me, I’ll make it worth your while!” She laughed

I began playing. I didn’t make it very far at all. I got beaten by the lowliest guys in the game.

“Wow! You really suck!” She yelled.

We played roughly for an hour, switching off here and there. She was definitely better than me.

We got stuck fighting one of the bosses. We each died a handful of times before I finally figured it out. She was right. It was all about timing.

“Wow! You actually did it.”

I kept playing on when I felt her hand slide over my shorts. I looked down first before making eye contact with her. She had a huge smile on her face.

“It’s hard to concentrate when you do that.”

“I told you I would make it worth your while.” Her hand then slid down into my shorts. A few seconds later I was ambushed and died.

“My turn!” She giggled, pulling her hand away.

“Hey!”

She only laughed.

I let her play for a bit before reaching over and squeezing her right breast.

“You’re gonna mess me up!”

“Turn about is fair play.” I shot back, massaging her other breast.

I noticed her nipples beginning to poke through her t-shirt at the same time I heard the death of our character in the background.

“Dammit!” She shouted.

She flung the controller over to me.

I barely even got started. She grabbed my shorts, pulling them completely off.

Playing the game, I walked into a room full of bad guys. I was trying to figure out the best way forward when she began to gently stroke me. I tried to resist but eventually, I lost concentration and rolled off a cliff into some lava.

“This game sucks!” I mentioned, before dropping the controller onto the chair.

She rolled away laughing.

Before she could turn back I positioned myself where my back was up against the railing of the chair. I extended my arms out along the railing and spread my legs, taking up most of the chair. All she had was the little space on the left of me.

“I can’t play like this! Scoot over!”

“Not a chance.”

She swung her body up and pressed her back up against my chest.

“Suit yourself! I’m still gonna win!”

I gave her a few seconds before I began slowly kissing each of her shoulders, then moving up to each side of her neck. I slid my hands underneath her shirt, caressing those big, voluptious breasts. At this point I wasn’t sure what was harder, her nipples or my erection.

She answered my actions with a soft whimper.

I brought my hands down to her sides. I slid them palm up, under her, lifting just enough to bring her up onto me. I straightened my legs under, allowing her to bring hers out to each side.

“What do you think you are doing, mister?”

She kept the controller in her left hand, her right now wrapping around my head as she tilted her head to the right. Our mouths met. I continued groping her breasts while she tried sticking her tongue down my throat.

I could feel her wetness through her underwear as the tip of my hardened cock pressed up against it.

She broke the kiss, muttering, “I want you inside me!”

I reached to pull her booty shorts down. She stopped me.

“But not right now,” she whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“No more sex! Unless we do it somewhere of my choosing!”

“Really? That’s crazy! We’re both so ready. Come on!”

“Oh I want it! I want to break you first though,” she smiled.

“You’re not kidding?”

“Nope. Now you need to go take a shower!”

I took a quick shower in cold water. When I got out she was dressed and ready. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts over a two-piece bikini. Her breasts looked delicious in her tight shirt.

Standing in my towel, I asked “So, what’s the plan today?”

“I want you to go hiking with me. I know a perfect place. They got mountain Dikimevi Escort biking, zip-lines, and even a quarry that you can swim or canoe in. Make sure to wear something to swim in”, she answered.

I threw on a shirt and some swim trunks. She also packed a backpack so I grabbed it and we made our way.

We spent most of the day there. It really was a cool place. They had everything an outdoors person would like. Unfortunately, I was never really an outdoorsy person.

When it started to get a little dark outside, we made our way over to the quarry. On the way we passed a handful of college aged kids who had been swimming. We pulled a blanket out of the backpack and sat it down on a rock over looking the water. About ten minutes had passed when she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. More people came and went while we sat there

“This place is pretty neat. I’m glad you brought me out here. I need to get out more.”

She laughed, leaned in once again and kissed me on the lips. With every few seconds the kiss intensified.

I could hear people walking by so I broke the kiss.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s people all around. Can’t we just go back to my place?”

“They’re about to have a big bonfire and fireworks display. They do it every year.”

“I want you so bad though.”

She swung her left leg over mine and straddled me. “I want you too!”

I looked towards the bonfire where people began gathering about. From where we where it was about fifty yards away.

“In fact, I want you right now,” she said, beginning to move back and forth, slowly dry humping me.

I wrapped my arms around her back, cock ready to explode through my shorts.

“You know I’m going to pound the shit out of you when we get back home!”

“No, you’re not! You’re gonna pound the shit out of me right here, right now!”

Before I could protest she began kissing me. Her tongue circling the whole inside of my mouth, before exiting, moving down to my neck. Her momentum forced me to extend my arms out behind me to hold us up. We kissed for a bit before she stood back up.

“Don’t need these anymore,” she said pulling her shorts off and sat them next to us. She stood over me in her t-shirt and bikini bottoms.

She leaned down, using both hands to grab my trunks. She pulled them down just enough to expose my hardened shaft.

“What if someone comes by?”

“If anyone comes by you can cover yourself up real quick.”

At this point it was pretty dark. If you weren’t looking towards the fire, you couldn’t see very far in front of you. She used her right hand to slide over her bottoms exposing her pretty pussy. She squatted back down over me.

“Ughhhh….” I moaned, feeling her lips part to allow entry into her succulent, wet twat. Her walls slightly opening to accommodate before constricting tightly around me.

At first she moved slowly back and forth. A few minutes later she began bouncing up and down. Her beautiful breasts bouncing in her t-shirt. With every move it felt like she would come completely off of me only to slam herself back down. With every repetition I could hear her wetness squelching against me.

“You feel so good inside me!” She moaned.

She rode me for a few minutes before whispering, “Lay me on my back!”

I leaned forward to wrap my left hand around her waist. She rolled to her right. I managed to hold her up and lay her down, all while staying fully penetrated. I placed my hands on each side of her head, gently rocking back and forth on her.

Every time I would look up to see if anyone was coming she would pull my head back down to look at her.

Me getting lost in those eyes, her saying, “Look at me! It’s just you and me.”

I moved back, repositioning myself up onto my knees. I moved my hands down to each side of her waist.

Harder! Oh…shit…! Harder…Give…it…to…me…!” I heard her gasp, as I repeatedly slammed myself into her hot, tight pussy.

At this point I completely forgot where I was. The only thing that mattered was to fuck her silly. “Ohh…fuckkk…i’m…..cummming…!” She moaned out, her juices flooding my cock.

I felt that tingling deep down in my balls as I neared my orgasm as well. Not long after I shot a huge load of warm, gooey cum inside her heavenly pussy.

I leaned down to give her a kiss on her forehead when I heard cat-calls coming from somewhere. A few people even began clapping.

She began laughing. I began laughing also. We got up and got our clothes back in order and picked up the blanket. We walked to my car hand in hand.

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This is a story loosely based on my experiences in college. Loose enough that this could be called fiction. Obviously names and dates have been changed. All character’s mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older. I hope you love my characters. Enjoy!

* * * * * * * * *

Jayson was pushing his entire college wardrobe down the hall in a shopping cart. He was annoyed that he needed to change rooms. He actually really liked his other roommates. But unforeseen circumstances had him showing up to the dorm on the bottom floor of O’Bannon and knocking on the door.

It was Saturday and his first week on campus had been a bust. His suitemates reported bed bugs within the first few days. So Jayson and his former roommate were evacuated and Jayson was now outside his new suite.

But he did have a key. So after knocking he opened the door. The first thing he noticed was that the room was stuffy. It was warmer in the suite commons than the hallway. He also detected a faint smell of weed.

The second thing he noticed was that there were a lot of people in this suite that only housed four boys. A black couple sat wrapped together in the love seat to the right, near the dorm room. A fat white dude sat on the right side of the center couch. To his left was a thick white girl with brown hair that came to her neck. She had a white tank top and blue jeans.

Sitting alone in the love seat, to the left was another white girl with long reddish-brown hair. She wore shorts and her thighs were curled under her as she sat in the love seat.

They all looked up at Jayson from the TV they were watching.

“Um, ‘sup,” said Jayson wearily. He had not expected to see so many students. “I’m supposed to be moving into this suite…I think.”

“Oh right,” said the girl alone in the love seat. She pointed to the dorm on the left. “Your room is this one. Brent is in there.”

“Thanks,” said Jayson, still taken aback by the number of people in this room.

He used his key to open the dorm room door. The room was dark. The light was off and the curtains were closed over the window. The room was in an ‘L’ shape with the bathroom at the top of the ‘L’. The desk separated two beds that would have been perpendicular if they were longer.

There was a bed with no sheets. On the bed were some duffel bags and school books. In the other bed, a country-looking guy was lifting his head up from his pillow clearly waking up, though it was after 3 p.m.

“Huh? Oh. You the new guy?” he said, sitting up in his bed. “One sec.”

He got out of bed, threw on some sweats over his boxers and began moving his things off of Jayson’s bed. Jayson just stood there with his bag awkwardly.

“Sorry,” he said once the stuff was removed and Jayson moved toward his bed. “Brent.”

He reached out to shake but Jayson ignored the gesture and turned on the light causing Brent to blink a few times as he adjusted.

Jayson started to unpack.

“I’m Jayson. How long have you been here?” he asked.

“Since Thursday. Are you gunna do your unpacking now?”

“Uh….yeah dude.”

“Alright,” Brent said, grabbing a few things from the desk closest to his bed. “I’ll let you get to it.”

He left the room, closing the door. Jayson thought he must be strange, but shrugged and began unpacking. He played some music and set up everything in his dorm room.

He even got his place in the bathroom established. He liked to get settled early so he wasn’t behind and he also wanted to stake some claim in the room, making sure his new roommate wasn’t going to dominate the area.

After a few hours he began hanging up posters. He had a bunch from his time working at the movie theater. When he was done and satisfied with his room’s setup he went to grab some food. After getting food in the cafeteria alone he got back to the room and Brent had still not returned.

The only one left in the room was the chubby dude that Jayson assumed was from the adjoining dorm. He was watching an episode of South Park. He did notice the marijuana smell had increased since he left. He could also hear some noise coming from the adjoining room.

“What’s up man,” he said to the guy as he sat with his food. “I’m Jayson.”

“Dustin,” he said.

“So I take it you are my suitemate.” he said. Dustin nodded. “Who were all those people earlier?”

“Oh…Um well, the two girls were Angelica and Jennifer from across the hall. They’ll probably be back. And Darin is my roommate. He’s in there now with his girlfriend, Erica,” he said pointing his thumb at the door.

Jayson understood and his comprehension was helped by what he could now tell was a faint slapping sound coming from the room.

“So the one in the shorts was….?” Jayson asked. All he could remember about her was her long brownish red hair and those juicy thighs curled under her as she sat in the love seat.

“Angelica,” Dustin. “The fat one was Jen.”

“Fat? Was she fat?” Jayson didn’t remember her being fat.

“She sure as shit ain’t skinny,” Dustin replied. “Too big for me.”

Jayson Büyükesat Escort thought that ironic, since he could see his belly poking out the bottom of his T-shirt as he sat on the couch.

“Well I don’t mind,” Jayson said, trying to remember as much as he could about the two college students. “I’ll fuck a bony bitch, but I don’t mind a little meat to grab onto.”

As he ate his burger, the slapping only got louder from the bedroom. By the time he was finished it was painfully obvious that Erica was getting fucked in that dorm room. By the volume of her moaning, Jayson could tell that she was getting fucked well and good.

“Can you turn the TV up,” Jayson asked bemused.

“We can try but it can’t go up much more.”

“Well hang on, maybe they’ve quit,” Jayson said, as Erica had stopped screaming.

* * * * * * * * *

“Mmmm….stop,” she whispered. Darin fed his dick back into Erica’s tight bare pussy.

She moaned into her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Oooh yea but….stop baby.” Darin twisted his dick around in her tight vice grip pussy. He pulled out before sliding all the way into her.

“Ouuuhh fuck…that….feels so……stop….good,” she wailed as Darin pulled out again. He went to enter her again but Erica jerked her body so he almost slid out of her.

“Fuck! I said stop Darin!” Erica said as she sat up on her elbows. She slapped at his arms as he hovered over her, his meat still poking inside her vagina.

“Sorry. You always be sayin ‘stop’. I didn’t know if this was like stop-stop or like ‘ooooh baby you need to stop’,” Darin explained, trying not to drip sweat onto his girlfriend.

“Well, you need to figure it out,” she panted. “That’s the difference between you busting a nut and you going to jail for 25 years.”

Darin pulled his dick from Erica. With a wet pop it slid out of her. She laid flat on her back with her legs spread obscenely. Her fat round titties were sweaty and she was still coming down from the orgasm that had just possessed her.

Darin got up from the bed and walked around to her head. Erica knew what he wanted and, with her eyes still closed, she opened her lips wide and stuck out her tongue.

Darin grabbed his pole and slapped it against her tongue a few times before sticking it into her mouth. From this position he was standing on the side of the bed. It entered her mouth from the side, poking against the inside of her left cheek. Her lips traced underneath the dick as Darin pulled his meat from her mouth.

He loved the way her body looked in any position, but his favorite was to see her on her back. She had a diamond belly button ring that was glittering from the lamp light on the desk. As he fed his dick back into her mouth with his left hand, he rubbed his right hand down past her belly button and over the tattoo that read “HONESTY” just above her pelvic area.

He kept moving his hand downward until he cupped her shaved pussy, all while he continued to saw in and out of her mouth. After rubbing her entire vagina with his palm, he traced his middle finger up her slit and rubbed at her thick clit.

Erica responded with a groan while his penis was still lodged in her mouth. Satisfied she was ready, he made to move out of her mouth. She opened her eyes and surprised Darin when she grabbed him and started pulling his waist back toward her face.

“Uh unhgn,” she moaned, her brown eyes pleading with Darin. “Bring it back.”

Her boyfriend was happy to oblige. He brought his dick back to her as she made a kissing face with her lips. He rubbed the underside of his dick against her lips, which made a smacking noise as she sucked from underneath. She then opened her mouth and allowed Darin entry again.

Erica turned on her side, bringing her left hand to her own boob so she could squeeze her nipples and nickel-sized areola. This made it easier for Darin to force more of his dick past her lips and into her throat. He grabbed the college student by her long, dark, bushy hair and held her head in place while he slid in and out of her throat. He fucked her face for ten minutes.

He would periodically pull his dick out of her mouth and rub it on the outside of her lips, or else slap her cheeks with it. At least once he slid his dick over her entire face, like an artist painting a river, before sticking it back into her mouth.

When he was done with her mouth he walked away taking his dick with him. He got back on the bed and got between her legs while Erica waited in anticipation. He put his hands inside of her thighs and spread her legs wide.

Her shaved pussy was obscenely displayed for Darin. Erica’s swollen clit poked from her clit folds and her pussyhole was still slick with her wetness. Without so much as a warning rub along her slick, he jammed himself all the way into the college freshman.

“Ooohhggpphh!” Erica cried out. “My God.”

Darin leaned over her with his long dick still filling her up and wrapped his arm around the back of her head. He used his left arm Çayyolu Escort to hold Erica’s right leg in the air. He slid almost all the way out of her before pounding back. His long strokes ensured she felt every bit and she continued her deep guttural breaths of pleasure.

“Ohhgpphh! Ohhgpphh! Ohhgpphh! My…fuckin……god! Ohhgpphh!,” she screamed in pleasurable agony.

She was getting stuffed with each motion of Darin’s hips. Because he was stroking her with the full length of his pole deep each time, the dominated feeling of her pussy walls getting filled and refilled completely was pushing her to the limit.

Her thighs jiggled each time Darin’s hips smacked into hers and her tits rocked back and forward with each pounding. The bed was squeaking loudly and Erica’s feet flopped around helplessly in the air while she was drilled.

“Fffuuuuuuuuccckk!”

She screamed again and Darin held his pole inside her, flexing his hips around and enjoying Erica’s super-tight pussy when she came. She trembled with him inside her and as she came down so did her legs.

Once she stopped trembling Darin began slowly moving in and out of her cunt again.

“Oh my God baby,” She whispered in a voice that was a few octaves higher than her normal one. He continued slowly feeding her pussy dick and whispered raunchy sweet nothings into her ear.

Darin slid his meat out of her and it was now wet with Erica’s juices. He told her to flip over and he helped her as she scrambled onto her stomach. She flexed her hips and popped her pussy into the air so Darin could see his entryway even though her legs were mostly closed.

He had straddled the outside of her legs and scooted toward her plump rear-end, as Erica grabbed a pillow and moved it under her head. Darin grabbed a second pillow and Erica knew what was coming. She raised her hips and allowed Darin to stick the pillow under her waist.

This allowed him even more access to her wet warm hole and once she was settled into place, Darin was ready to settle into her. He lined up his penis with her pussy, rubbed a little spit on it for good measure and, after he smacked her ass a few times, he stuck his dick back into the horny pre-law student. Again, his dick filled her until his groin was neatly resting atop her booty.

Erica felt her walls part again as his girth stretched her tight pussy. Darin closed his legs around her legs so the firm grip provided by her plump pussy lips was squeezed even tighter. Wrapping his right arm under her neck, he also grabbed a fistful of her hair. Erica moaned in delight. He bit down on the right side of her neck as he pulled out of her tight pussy.

He slammed back in.

“Uhnnngggh fuuuuuck!”

Erica was already expelling her cries for pleasure. Darin’s legs had the perfect grip for staying aligned with Erica’s sweet, tight, wet love tunnel.

His thighs slapped against her ass cheeks and the provocative sounds reverberated off the dorm walls.

Erica’s 5’8 frame was trapped beneath the 5’8 man; and his thrusts were coming fast and furious. Darin’s left hand was one the railing of the bed, which was whining under the speed and weight of the two college students’ love making.

* * * * * * * * *

Jayson came out of the dorm room with two cans of Budweiser. He could still very much hear the passionate sounds of sex coming from behind the opposite door.

“Oh, are you a Bud drinker?” Dustin asked.

“And a bud smoker,” Jayson said. He sat down and opened a beer.

It was 9 p.m. and the guys were watching the end of August Rush.

“It’s a pretty good movie,” Dustin said. “Love Robin Williams. Funny as shit.”

“Yeah,” Jayson agreed, taking a few large gulps of beer. “I love the songs and the

acting.

“Just wish we could hear it!” Dustin shouted at the door.

A particularly loud expletive came from the closed dorm room.

“I mean…. Do they ever stop?” Jayson asked. Again Erica wailed loud enough to hear over the actors singing on television.

“Nope,” Dustin replied without a hint of annoyance or irony. “Been here three days. Firs’ day, soon as his parents were out the door… An hour after I got here, she walked in the dorm. Started taking off her clothes….. Just pulled her tits out right in front of me. He goes, ‘Ya may not wanna be here for this.'”

Jayson choke-laughed on his beer.

“Seriously?” he said, chuckling. “That’s hilarious. Well….college.. I guess they are happy to finally be away from home.”

“Are you going to offer me that beer? Or…” Dustin asked as Jayson took another big drink.

“Oh…no,” Jayson said, looking at his can. He killed his first beer and cracked the second one. “This one’s for me. You want a beer? You buy your own.”

Just then there was a rapid knock at the door of the suite, before it swung open immediately. Brent came through the door. He was not alone. The redhead with thick thighs called Angelica came in carrying bags of chips. She was followed by the chubby girl, with a fat ass Cebeci Escort and small tits named Jennifer. Her brown hair came to her ears.

Angelica immediately looked disapproving at Jayson’s beers but didn’t say anything and made to follow Brent into the dorm room. Brent however, after nodding at Jayson, entered the room and quickly closed the door.

Jennifer cackled as she sat in the love seat by Dustin and Darin’s door.

“Hey ladies. Dustin tells me you guys are staying across the hall,” Jayson said.

Angelica sat herself in the love seat across from Jennifer nodding her confirmation, still looking at Jayson before turning her attention to the movie on screen. She was wearing a tight, short-sleeved, red top that stretched across her boobs.

“Ughh,” Angelica said. “Not this movie”

“This movie is amazing,” Jayson began. “Freddie Highmore, Terrance Howard, Robin Williams, the music…..how can u not love this?”

“I just hate Robin Williams,” Angelica said. “He’s too annoying.”

“You’re too annoying,” Jayson replied, making Jennifer and Dustin laugh.

They sat watching the movie and chatting. Jayson continued to drink his beer. When he cracked open a third, Jennifer asked could she have one.

“Sure,” said Jayson, going back into the suite’s mini-fridge and then handing her a beer. Dustin was staring at him incredulously. “What?”

“So she can have one. But I can’t?” Dustin asked indignantly.

“Um….yea. She has girl parts and you are a dude…..so,” Jayson explained in a deadpan sort of way.

Brent opened his bedroom door just as the girls laughed at Dustin’s incredulous expression.

It looked as though he was going to sit in the love seat, but saw Angelica was seated there and looking expectantly at him. He stuttered and went back into the bedroom.

As there were only two love seats and the couch that Dustin and Jayson were occupying, Brent had grabbed a chair from the desk in the dorm room. Jennifer, who was sitting in the love seat near Darin and Dustin’s dorm, began scrolling her phone.

“Is your boyfriend close?” Angelica asked Jennifer, who was now smiling at her phone.

“He is. He’s past Vincennes. Shouldn’t be too much longer now,” Jennifer said. “We’ll probably be in the room tonight…..all night.”

“That’s fine,” Angelica replied. “I probably won’t need the room tonight.”

She was looking again at Brent who had become very interested in the choir singing on TV. Unfortunately, the choir was drowned out by the sounds of Erica now loudly encouraging her boyfriend to “grab it”

“Uggghhhh!” Angelica began. “Again!? I mean I know it’s college or whatever, but it’s like all they do. Smoke weed and have sex.”

“Good on them,” Jayson said, making Jennifer laugh again. “Sounds like a good way to spend the first weekend at college.”

“Exactly,” Brent said, pulling out his phone.

“Who ya texting?” Angelica asked Brent.

“Nobody,” he said.

“Oh….well,” Angelica said, after a few moments watching Brent text. “How about your classes? Do you have anything interesting on Monday?”

“Just some AG classes,” he mumbled, still not looking at Angelica. “Nothing to write home about.”

“Oh. Agriculture. That’s a fun–” she began, but was cut off.

“—I gotta check my check my schedule,” Brent said, standing and heading into his dorm.

“Do you want…” Angelica’s question trailed off as Brent entered the room and the door snapped shut.

“That was painfully awkward ‘Gelly,” Jennifer said, making Angelica glare at her.

“When’s boyfriend get here?”

“Oh he’s just texted,” Jennifer said standing up to leave. Jayson and Dustin watched her juicy booty sway in her cotton shorts on the way out.

“Have fun guys,” she called back.

“Not as much as you,” Jayson yelled, with a knowing smile.

“Don’t get pregnant!” Angelica yelled. Once the door closed she muttered, “Or do…whatever.”

* * * * * * * * *

Darin was sitting with his back against the wall, a blunt in his mouth and an 18-year-old on his dick. Erica was bucking her hips. Her hands were on Darin’s shoulders and she was loving the feeling of Darin’s hands squeezing her ass, not to mention the erect penis inside her pussy. Erica’s fat ass jiggled every time she humped against her boyfriend.

She slowed her hips to a sway when Darin passed the blunt to her. She allowed her pussy to be filled completely while she inhaled. Her brain flooded with pleasure from the combination of THC and sex.

While she took smoke into her lungs, Darin took the opportunity to suck her small brown nips into her mouth. Erica squirmed on his dick while he alternated boobs, licking her areolas and suckling at her pea-sized nipples.

Erica squeezed her pussy muscles while she rode Darin’s dick. As she exhaled to the ceiling, Darin held her hips in place and humped up into his girlfriend. He smacked her ass while she grinded her pussy into her boyfriend’s lab. Erica’s tight cunt lips gripped

Darin’s dick, making him moan into her busty chest.

She passed the blunt back to Darin after a big drag on it, then put her hands back on his shoulders. She raised her hips and slid her tight pussy up his shaft and slammed her ass back down. Darin groaned with the blunt in his mouth as Erica picked up speed. Her ass cheeks became a blur, as she rode Darin like an experienced cowgirl.

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