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Chloe is having the time of her life right now. The stacked volleyball player is on her back, getting plowed by one of their college’s football stars, Marcus. She is naked, her muscular thighs locked around his torso as he hammers her. The college junior moans loudly as her handsome partner drills her cunt. He pounds her into the bed, stuffing her hot snatch with his ten inches prick. The strong boy is blowing her back out and she is loving every second of it, digging her nails into his back as her pussy releases floods of nectar out all over him. “Ahhh fuck me! Fuck me harder baby. Ooooh I love your fucking cock so much!”

Ten other college boys are watching them. The wealthy girl called them over earlier this morning, telling them that they can take turns fucking her. She is a spoiled brat who’s used to getting everything she wants, and that includes all the big cocks pounding her pussy. Ever since she turned 18, the sexy athlete started telling guys that they could fuck her at anytime they want, as long as they give her advance notice. Right now each of them are waiting for their turn, looking at their friend mercilessly screwing her. Marcus has always been the best at fucking Chloe’s pussy so he always get to go first. “You like this, slut? You like my cock in your pussy?”

“YES! Oh, god yes! Yes, yes fuck me!” she screams whorishly, having a mini orgasm crash into her as he keeps on thrusting violently. She flips the two of them over so that she is now on top of him and slamming down onto his dick, engulfing it with her pussy. Sliding her moist cunt up and down, she bounces on his pole, spearing herself with his shaft. It feels so good to have that huge thing stretching her out. The log feels so massive inside her, tearing her box apart with every move. Chloe loves getting fucked so damn much.

She glances back over her shoulder at Jerry as Marcus grabs her muscular ass and says “Come here! I want your cock in my ass while Marcus bangs my cunt. You two can fuck me at the same time!” Jerry eagerly lubes up his prick and then applies some of the lube to her nasty asshole too. He inserts his fingers into it first, stretching it out as Marcus thrusts upwards into her wet hole. The strong, voluptuous girl cries out as her pussy releases more nectar. Marcus’ large dick is going in and out of her at a rapid pace now and she is losing her mind over how great it feels.

When Jerry slowly enters her backdoor passage, things get even better as she can now enjoy the pleasure of double penetration. “Ohhhh I love this! I love having two cocks in me at once!” Chloe shrieks as she feels Jerry’s nine inches dick stuff her tight butt. The college girl has a thick, round booty that’s gotten fucked by a lot of guys over the past couple of years. It feels so amazing just to have someone in her pussy while another guy is nailing her dirty asshole, fucking her at once. “Come on guys! Fuck me harder than that! Wreck me with your lovely cocks!”

She grabs the headboard as she rides Marcus and gets banged from behind by Jerry. “Do you want one cock in your mouth too?” Jerry sneers at the hot girl. Chloe eagerly nods. “Sam, get over here and face fuck her. This slut needs as many dicks as she can to be satisfied.” Without a word, Sam yanks his pants down and then gets on the bed, kneeling at the head. He shows her his eleven inches horse cock. Chloe gasps in delight and eagerly slides it into her mouth. The first half is easy and the second only takes some time as the extremely experienced girl slides the first part down her tight throat.

Two cocks was already good but three is perfect. This is all that the very horny volleyball star ever wanted. To have hot guys banging her hard and fast. They are very close to the finish line now. Two more guys join them and present their dicks to her. She jerks them off as Marcus, Jerry and Sam fuck her cunt, ass and mouth respectively. Sam is the first to reach the point of no return. He bellows out loud as his prick explodes inside Chloe’s mouth, rapidly firing semen down her throat. Chloe is now overjoyed, receiving her first load of the day.

Marcus soon follows, grunting as his extremely big dick unloads, filling up her snatch with his warm cum. He just keeps on releasing strands after strands of it inside her, and soon his hot seed is leaking out of her gaping orifice. Her pussy has been torn open and his cum just flows out of it. Feeling him pour his jizz inside her triggers her orgasm. As Chloe cums, her asshole contracts around the base of Jerry’s shaft and he blasts the inside of her ass with all of his semen, jettisoning his loads deep into the athlete’s bowels. Now she has semen leaking out of both her pussy and asshole.

The guys she is jacking off cum next, spraying their loads directly onto the black haired girl’s face. Their seed is soon covering Chloe cheeks. They keep on cumming hard for several seconds, drenching the athlete’s cheeks with their jizz. After the two finish cumming they join the others on the couches. She then beckons the six Batıkent Escort remaining guys to walk over to the bed. They have already gotten rid of their pants and underwear for her. Chloe takes a long moment to admire their hard shafts, giving each of the cocks a squeeze.

She kisses their cocks and suck them off one at a time. First she takes Mike’s dick into her mouth. Then she blows Henry. After that the girl sucks Jack off. Chloe stops blowing Jack to give Steve oral. She finally deepthroats Tim. Once she’s had all of the cocks in her mouth, Chloe says “Jerk off to me and cum all over my face. I want you to give me a cum shower.” They rapidly wank, masturbating to the tall girl’s beautiful face, framed by her glossy jet black hair, and her large breasts.

Soon they all erupt. Five cocks simultaneously fire cum at Chloe’s face. The semen splatter on her forehead, cheeks, nose and lips. All of them are cumming bucket loads on the sexy athlete’s gorgeous face. Her perfect face is entirely glazed, soaked in the boys’ semen. Every inch of the hot college girl’s face is covered in cum. “Thank you so much for the treat. I really love it when my face is caked with your cum,” she tells them and kiss each of the cocks once on the tip, licking up any remaining drops of semen, not wanting any to go to waste.

Chloe then tells them to leave the room so she can relax after the orgy. The girl lets the cum on her face stay there for a while before cleaning up. It is easily one of the best gang bangs she has had up to date. Chloe smiles to herself as she waits for her roommate to come back. As she lies there, she thinks about how horny she has always been. The girl has been obsessed with sex for as long as she can remember. Orgies are a part of her weekly life. She has been having them with her classmates in high school for as often as possible. Now that she is in college, it is almost every day.

After waiting for twenty minutes, she decides to leave and come back later. The girl puts on her workout clothes, thinking about practicing volleyball with a few of her teammates. She is approached by all the boys in the hallway. They line up to ask her for sex, one by one. Chloe smiles and gives them a sheet she folded and put in her pocket before leaving her dorm room “Write your name in an empty time slot. It’s a first come first served basis,” she tells them. The boys eagerly do that, clamouring to get the best time they can, thanking her for sex. “You’re welcome guys. Anyone who wants to fuck me only has to make an appointment,” she says.

Out of the ten guys around, only one does not line up. She looks at him curiously. The boy’s name is Peter. Chloe has seen him around before in lectures and outside, and thinks he is actually pretty cute. Yes, he is a little bit of a dork, but an adorable one who makes her panties wet when she thinks of taking his virginity. He is definitely a virgin, judging from how shy and awkward he is. “Hey, Peter. Can I talk to you for just a second?” Chloe asks, approaching the shy boy with a smile on her pretty face.

Right now Peter is with his best friend Lisa. The two of them are childhood best friends and have agreed to come to this college together along with a few of their other friends. He turns to face Chloe shyly, blushing. “Sure!” he says, giving her a coquettish smile, glancing at the ground coyly. Chloe finds herself having to resist the urge to grab his junk. She can’t do that to him. It would freak the boy out. He isn’t ready to be groped.

Chloe leans towards him, letting her black hair fall over her face. She then whispers “I really need a tutor right now. You’re smart and nice. Could you help me study please?” Her deep voice is so husky and makes him feel shivers run up and down his spine. His Adam’s apple is bobbing up and down as he instinctively backs away from her. Behind him, Lisa is frowning, probably because she doesn’t like seeing her friend getting intimidated. Lisa is a short girl with brunette hair and a reasonably good body.

Peter screws his eyes shut, not wanting to ogle her like every other guy. This actually makes the black-haired girl quite disappointed but she doesn’t say anything about it. “Okay, sure. Just tell me when you have time to study and we’ll work out a schedule,” he finally says. Chloe smiles and then thanks him before looking at Lisa. Lisa’s no longer frowning now and is focusing on her phone instead. Peter also glances at his best friend and nudges her to tell her that they should get going now. Lisa mutters something under her breath that Peter and Chloe couldn’t detect.

“Well, thank you so much. I really appreciate it,” Chloe tells the flustered boy before turning around and preparing to collect the time sheet from the other boys. As she ways, the stunning girl sways her large booty and looks back at him over her shoulder. “Oh, and one more thing. I know you like my ass because all guys do. You can stare at it. In fact I’ll even send you a picture of my ass Beşevler Escort so you can jerk off to it. Just give me your number.”

The boy rapidly shakes his head. “Oh no! I, um, I don’t think that would be good. My phone could get hacked and that photo can end up on the internet and, and-” Chloe giggles at how cute this bumbler is. She really is disappointed he didn’t put his name on the sheet but then walks off to go to volleyball practice. All the guys pat her rear end, groping the massive derriere and complimenting her on how wonderful her round, muscled backside is. She thanks them all for their kind words and promises them that they can pound her asshole soon. Tony is the first in line, having booked 7:00PM today.

“What a disgusting whore,” Lisa mutters with a highly disapproving frown back on her face.

Peter turns to her. “She’s not a whore Lisa. Don’t call her or anyone that. It’s mean,” he says, shaking his head and then going to the library, with her following right after him.

……

The next day, Peter is tutoring her inside Chloe’s room, which still stinks of sex. She just brought two guys over to spit-roast her, right before the studying session. One of the guys’ cum is still flowing out of her pussy, down her powerful thighs. Peter, who’s been going over the important bits from their last lecture for the past hour, can see the trail of semen as she is wearing a pair of tight booty shorts that reveals a long expanse of her muscular legs. Chloe smirks, knowing that he is looking at it. She enjoys how easily embarrassed the boy can get and decides that she is going to tease him a little, just for some light-hearted fun. Chloe would never bully him or do anything to hurt Peter, but she can tease him.

He is twirling his short hair, playing with it as they rest. “I’m thinking about going to buy some snacks. Would you like anything? Coffee, perhaps? I know I can be boring,” he says to her. Chloe internally gushes over how cute he is. She can never find Peter boring. He is like an innocent kitten to her. A pure boy who she wants to tarnish and sully with her dirtiness. Just the thought of inflicting her perverted desires upon him is already making her juices flow.

“Thank you so much for being so patient with me. It’s kind of hard for me to focus when all I can think of is sucking a dick,” she says to the boy in a nonchalant way. He gapes at her in shock, not expecting her to be so forward. The stacked girl runs her hand through her long jet black hair as she continues “I am very good at giving blowjobs, you know? Just earlier I blew Tyler in here, while Matthew screwed my pussy. Look, it is all red and puffy after the pounding he gave me.”

She then yanks down her booty shorts to reveal her gaping cunt, with the full bush right above it. Peter immediately closes his eyes. The poor boy nearly had a heart attack just from her talking about sucking cocks. Now she is flashing him? His poor virgin heart can’t handle it! He can hear her snickering and says to the taller girl “Please put your pants back on, Chloe. I’m saving myself for someone special,” he mutters, still refusing to look at her used vagina, starting to upset her.

Chloe has never been angrier in her life. The adorable boy is refusing to stare at her pussy when she is giving him the opportunity too. She leans over and slaps him hard, making him open his eyes in shock. When he sees her soaked cunt, Peter is too shocked to avert his gaze. “Don’t you ever think about upsetting me. You are going to regret it. I can promise you that much,” Chloe threatens him. “Now look at it and tell me how beautiful my pussy is. Say that you like it. Do it or I’ll make your life hell for the next year.”

The hyperventilating boy stares at the perfect little pussy in front of him, mesmerised by the large bush growing on her crotch. It is a dense jungle, looking so alluring that he finds himself thinking about burying his face into it. “Your pussy is really beautiful and I like it a lot,” he stammers, looking up into her eyes fearfully. “Please don’t hurt me.” The way he is quaking makes him look extra cute, Chloe thinks to herself. But she doesn’t say this aloud, taking some time to enjoy his frightened gaze. Having this boy reluctantly looking at her slutty pussy is making her very horny.

“I am going to masturbate now,” she announces. “Put one of your hands over my tit and cup my ass with the other one. It will make me cum faster if you are groping me.” Peter hurriedly shakes his head. She glares at him and slaps him really hard. “I said put your hands on my boob and ass. Remember that I can ruin your college life. If you don’t grope me I will tell all the guys not to hang out with you. You will have no friends. And don’t even think about getting a girlfriend. The girls look up to me, the star athlete. All I have to tell them is that you are to remain a virgin and you will never get any.”

Pete reluctantly places his left hand on her right tit, feeling Beypazarı Escort her hard nipple through the thin top. He then slides his right hand under, grabbing her huge ass. Chloe gives him a superior grin. “Look at you. You are so much of a wimp you let me scare you into doing this. A weak boy like you only exists to serve me. Now squeeze my butt while I finger myself.” He nods, squeezing Chloe’s muscular booty and watching as she begins playing with her erect clitoris. His own dick has gotten quite hard from the sight but he tries to ignore it.

She is in heaven, having managed to coerce a reserved guy into touching her. Her eyes remain fixed on him as she slips four fingers inside her tunnel easily, beginning to thrust. The horny girl finger fucks herself roughly, pumping her hand in and out as he gropes her round ass. Pete feels so ashamed of himself, letting her pressure him into helping her get off. He has always been a romantic who wants to be with a girl monogamously before doing sexual things. But now he can’t go back to what he was anymore.

A sadistic idea occurs to Chloe. She has been wanting to defile him for sometime now. Today is the perfect day to start doing so. “Ahhh yes. Oooh, spit on your finger and slip it inside my ass. I haven’t had anything in it today,” she hisses. Pete stares at her in astonishment, not thinking it could get any dirtier. Her fingers are now coated in her own pussy juices and she looks at him as he still doesn’t do it yet. “Go on. Finger fuck my ass already, you little dork.”

“I’m sorry but no. We are not in a relationship so-” Peter protests. She withdraws her hand from inside her cunt and slaps him, getting a lot of her pussy juices on his cheek. He looks at her with tears in his eyes and she almost pities him. But Chloe is a spoiled brat. She’s a rich girl whose wealthy parents gave her everything she ever wanted. Naturally, she feels entitled to things all the time, and right now she feels entitled to having Peter’s finger inside her slutty ass.

“Get your finger wet and up in my asshole right now or I’ll break it,” she says. The fearful boy spits on his finger and rubs circles around her sphincter, loosening it up by pressing very gently. Once he thinks she’s ready, he inserts his finger into her ass, feeling her tight asshole clench around it. It’s easy enough to stick his entire finger inside Chloe’s ass, since she’s taken monster dicks up there before. “Yes! Your finger is dirty now. I sullied it with my slutty ass. One day I will defile your cock too. I will make you into my slutty boy,” she threatens, squeezing his finger with her asshole. “Now start thrusting with your finger.” He obeys her, fucking her perfect ass with his finger as she takes care of her cunt.

Eventually, it gets her off and she squirts with a scream, her pussy spraying his face with a fountain of her clear, sticky liquid. It is a surprising big orgasm, given that she’s not being fucked when she cums, except by her own fingers and his inexperienced one. Finally Chloe stops trembling all over and her body relaxes on the couch, as she slowly exhales, looking at Peter with satisfaction.”Take your finger out of my ass and suck it clean. I want you to taste my asshole,” she orders him.

“Please don’t make me do that,” he whimpers, afraid. He can’t believe she would ask him to taste her ass. It feels so dirty. Depraved. And what horrifies him the most is how hard he is, just from thinking about it. Is he really a slut? Has his good boy personality been an act all along, to mask how much of a whore he actually is? He did give in awfully easily, even though she threatened to harm him physically or socially. Peter tries to tell himself that he isn’t a slut but given that he just shoved a finger inside a girl’s ass, it’s not really convincing.

“Do it or I’ll really break your finger.” With tears in his eyes, he pops his finger in his mouth, licking it and sucking the digit after it has bee buried in her ass. “Good boy. Now you’ll continue helping me study.” Peter quickly continues to tutor her, afraid she’d make him do dirtier things. Little does he know that she’s got even more perverted things planned out for him, and that he is going to be taken even further beyond his boundaries.

…………

At her apartment near campus, Becky is making herself some tea. The girl lives here alone, unlike Peter and Lisa who live on campus. She is far richer than her friends, who are relying on partial scholarships. Her daddy paid the rent for this studio apartment, in exchange for her maintaining good grades. If they slip, then she’ll have to go live in a dorm with everybody else. Not that she is a snob or anything, but she really prefers living on her own, and many of their other friends agree with her sentiment. Privacy makes studying so much easier.

Just before she’s finished with making tea, there is an incoming phone call. It’s from an unknown number, with no caller ID. Becky frowns but answers anyway. It could be a friend who got a new phone, she reasons to herself. “Hello?” she asks while pouring herself a cup of the hot tea. It always help her relax after working out in the afternoon. “Who is this?” There is an unsettling silence from the other end as she waits, wondering who it is. She sits down on a chair by the coffee table, patiently waiting for the caller to say something.

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I was back at J’s house a couple of days later. After fucking J to sleep, I laid sleepless in the bed beside her. Once I was sure J was sound asleep, mainly because of her girly snores, I got up, put my pants on, and decided to wander a little. A quick glance at J’s clock on the nightstand told me that it was 2:00 am. The rest of the house seemed quiet, and I wondered if it was too late to run into J’s roommate again. She was probably busy since her boyfriend had spent the night also. Even if I did see her, I doubted that I’d be as lucky this time as I was the last time I ran into her. I used the bathroom across the hall, then went into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator for something to drink. I was happy to see that someone had a few Red Bulls and shot bottles of vodka. I grabbed a couple of each and set them on the counter, not far from where I had fucked J’s roommate days earlier. I checked my pockets, making sure I had my cigarettes and lighter, then I checked my cigarette pack, hoping the joint I had was still in there. It was. I picked up the Red Bull and vodka and headed for the back porch.

It was peaceful outside, and a little on the chilly side. I didn’t stay any longer than it took for me to smoke half of my joint and a cigarette while slowly sipping on the Red Bull and vodka. I went back inside, threw the trash away, and stood in the kitchen for a moment. Partly because I didn’t know what to do next, and partly because I was high and paranoid that I’d make a lot of noise and wake someone up.

After an embarrassingly long moment, which I was glad no one witnessed, I decided to head to the living room. I didn’t think anyone would notice or care if I watched a little TV, as long as it was quiet. I made myself comfortable in the middle of the couch, right in front of the TV, grabbing the remote from the coffee table before putting my feet up. It wasn’t long before I was melting into the couch, barely moving as I flicked through the channels. I was surprised to see that they had subscriptions to several adult channels and decided to pick one. I stopped on a hard-core movie with two cheerleaders, one blonde and one redhead, getting fucked in a locker room. As high as I was, my cock started to get hard almost immediately, weed has that effect on me, and the blonde, in particular, had a sexy pussy, which only made me harder.

As I sat there watching the action on the screen, my cock growing hard and starting to throb, I wondered if J would care if I woke her up, or if I should just find some tissues and jerk off while I watched the movie. I decided to watch the movie a little longer, I was too comfortable to move anyway. I unbuttoned my pants and reached my hand down to adjust my hard cock before gently rubbing it. After a few seconds, I gave in and used my free hand to unzip my pants, freeing my throbbing cock. I thought, why not enjoy the best of both worlds? I’d lightly stroke my cock until I couldn’t take it any longer, then I’d go take my frustration out on J. Just as I was really starting to get into it, I was startled by a voice, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I looked up at the doorway. All I could see was the silhouette of a woman leaning on the door jamb. I couldn’t make out much, but it was apparent that her arms were folded across her chest. I knew right away that it was J’s roommate. “Waiting for you,” I replied, second-guessing my choice of words before they were even out. Even if I was too high to tell the difference and it was J standing there, that was probably still the best answer.

She didn’t say anything before turning and walking away, but as she slowly spun, I could clearly make out a figure that was not J’s. I wasn’t sure what I should do but decided I had nothing to lose by following her to see where she was going. I quickly zipped up and buttoned my pants before jumping up and going to the doorway. I looked down the hall and saw J’s roommate standing in the doorway of the bathroom across from J’s room. When she saw that I had seen her, she disappeared into the bathroom. I casually walked down the hall, taking my time, not wanting to seem desperate, but mainly I was still paranoid I’d make too much noise and possible wake J. The last thing I wanted was for her to find out I was fucking her roommate too, that might be the end of me fucking both of them.

I opened the bathroom door and walked in, quietly closing the door behind me. “What the hell!” she exclaimed in a loud whisper, “Don’t you knock?”

I turned around and saw her sitting on the toilet, knees together, with her skimpy, lacy panties around her ankles. She was wearing a t-shirt, similar to the one she had been wearing during our last encounter. The only thing different was that now she was wearing pink and white striped socks pulled up just below her knees. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d get to keep these panties too. “I thought you wanted me to follow you,” I told her, suddenly unsure of myself because of the weed and alcohol. Had I misjudged her cues, or was she just being a bitch?

“Follow me? Why? Did you think Bahçelievler Escort I wanted you to watch me piss?” she asked in a bitchy tone.

“Maybe. I don’t know what you’re into, but I do know if you quit acting like a bitch you can cum on my big dick again,” I told her, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor, and causing my still hard cock to spring free.

She didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she got some toilet paper and spread her legs to wipe her twat. “Let’s get something straight,” she said, looking between her legs, “I’m not acting like a bitch. I am a bitch. And your dick isn’t as big as your slut makes it out to be…” she paused to flush and stood up, stepping out of her panties and walking toward me, “…and furthermore, whether I’m acting like a bitch, or if I am a bitch, has nothing to do with whether you fuck me or not. If I want you to fuck me, you will fuck me. I’m way too hot and out of your league for you to say no. You’re lucky I want to slum it with you anyway since I know you’re fucking that dirty slut across the hell.”

She was standing right in front of me now. I was completely naked, and except for her socks, she was naked from the waist down, even though her shirt was long enough to hide her pussy, just barely. She looked up at me, judging my reaction to what she had just said, but I gave her no indication as to what I was thinking. I put a hand between her legs, cupping her pussy, and rubbing my middle fingers between her lips. The bitch was already wet, she wanted this as much as I did, her pussy had betrayed her, this was just an act. “You know you’re going to pay for that slumming it comment, right?” I asked her.

I hope so, but we’ll see,” she replied with a smirk, “I know you’re going to have to do better than last time.”

I grabbed her hips, and she jumped up, putting her hands behind my neck, and wrapping her legs around my waist. I had to quickly move my hands under her ass to prevent her from falling. My cock was jumping around wildly, smacking her between her legs and hitting her pussy. A few times, my cock hit right in the center of her pussy lips, and I could feel her wet heat on the top of my rock-hard fuckstick. I turned and rested her on the edge of the sink, moving my hands back around to her hips. She loosened her grip around my neck and waist, allowing me to move her hips back. We both looked down, she had the sexiest pussy I’d seen in a long time. It was bright pink, almost red in her current state of lust, and her lips were protruding from the fatty folds of her outer labia. She had a very slight gap, and I wondered if it was natural or from the fucking her boyfriend had given her earlier.

I must have stared a little too long, “Are you going to fuck me or what?” she asked impatiently, reaching between us and grabbing my cock so she could position it at the entrance of her waiting fuck-hole.

I gripped her hips tighter and held her steady as I slowly pushed my cock into her pussy. She was a lot wetter than she had been the last time I fucked her. Her pussy still felt terrific. Somehow, she was the perfect combination of tight and loose. After hours of fucking J’s super tight snatch, this was precisely what I needed. It seemed my big, throbbing cock was exactly what she needed too. I entered her slow, and when I’d gotten about three-quarters of my dick into her, she made a noise, a gasping moaning noise that almost every woman I’d ever fucked had made. More often than not, it meant that I had hit some magical spot that few if any other men had ever been deep enough to hit, and I knew she would want more. Her moaning continued, quietly, until I was fully buried in her snug vaginal canal. “Oh, my, god. You feel so fucking good,” she whispered through her passion, leaning her head back.

I stayed still, only moving a hand up her body, over her shirt to her exposed neck. I gripped her throat tightly, choking her just enough to get her attention. She lifted her head and looked at me, there was a wicked, sultry grin on her lips. “Don’t go soft on me now,” I told her.

The smile all but disappeared on her face. “Huh?”

“I heard that noise you made. I know what that means, I like fucking you because you’re a bitch. If I want casual sex with a woman lost in emotion every time she cums I’ll go across the hall. That slut has a tighter pussy anyway,” I told her, tightening my grip on her neck.

What had been left of her smile vanished as I spoke, replaced by a slight snarl. “Fuck you!” she snarled, “You may have a nice dick, but you damn sure don’t spark any emotions in me, and you didn’t make me cum that quick either.”

I was happy she replied with her usual bitchy attitude. “I thought you always get off easy?” I asked, smiling as I used her own words against her.

No sooner were the words out of my mouth when she spat in my face. “Shut up and fuck me,” she said, accentuating “fuck”.

“There’s my bitch,” I said, tightening my grip on her neck and slowly pulling out Bala Escort of her.

“I’m not your bitch,” she said, barely able to speak due to my grasp on her neck, “stop this slow shit and fuck me. If you want to make love carry your ass across the hall.”

I pulled my cock out of her until just the head was between her pussy lips. We both looked down between us again, our version of foreplay was over now, and we both knew I was going to do my best to punish her sexy pussy. I had to readjust my grip on her throat after she moved her head when I did, she took a quick, deep breath, letting me know she was ok with being choked. After I had a firm grasp on her neck, I moved my other hand back from her hip a little to steady her, and without any warning, I slammed into her. I started fucking her hard and deep, going as fast as I could with the angle we were in. The only good thing about the angle was that my entire shaft drug along her clit with every thrust, I could feel it rubbing my shaft like a little pebble. Every time I slammed into her, she grunted a little, and I would tighten my grip on her neck.

She didn’t last long before trying to inform me of her emanate orgasm. She had to tap my shoulder because my grip had gotten so tight she couldn’t speak. As soon as I loosened my grip on her throat, she gasped, then whispered between ragged breaths, getting louder and louder as I continued slamming my cock into her. “Oh, god… I’m… gonna… cum… oh, yes, fuck me… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… don’t stop… yeah… right there…ohhh… fuck me… I’m cumming!”

She threw her head back, nearly screaming as she announced her orgasm. I grabbed her neck and choked her tight enough that she couldn’t talk. When I grabbed her, she squirted, it threw me off a little. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” I told her, “you want to let the whole damn house know we’re fucking?”

“I’m sorry,” she managed to get out, “you’re right, I’m sorry.”

I let go of her throat, and she lifted her head to look at me. I had stopped fucking her when she nearly screamed. My cock was still buried inside her, and her pussy was pulsating madly around it. “If I keep fucking you, are you going to be alright?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I’m good, I think. Please, fuck me. I want to feel you cum in me again,” she said, her breath still ragged, “maybe don’t choke met his time. Just do whatever you need to do to me to make yourself cum in me.”

“Did you squirt?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I think so,” she replied, “now, shut up and fuck my pussy, I want to feel you cum.”

I started fucking her again, slower this time. As if on cue, we both looked between us again, this time resting our heads on each other’s shoulders. I’d fucked a lot of women, and by far, I like the way her pussy looked getting fucked by my veiny, throbbing cock more than any other. The way her lips wrapped around my shaft as I entered her, and parted as I pulled out was simply beautiful. I felt my own orgasm start to build after a few moments of watching her cunt take my cock. She must have sensed it too somehow, because at the perfect moment she ran her tongue just under my earlobe, taking it into her mouth and nibbling it gently, then whispering, “Please empty these great, big balls deep inside me. Fill me up, baby.” As she carefully put her hand under my ball sack, cupping it softly.

I slowly pushed into her one last time, grinding against her labia to ensure I was as deep as I could go. She was gingerly massaging my ball and started to whisper, “Please, flood my pussy…”

Before she could finish, I put a hand on her chin and pushed her head back, keeping a loose grip just under her jaw. Our eyes locked, and we stared at each other for a brief moment before we both leaned in, as if reading each other’s minds, for a kiss. At precisely the same moment our lips touched, I started cumming. We still seemed to be sharing one thought as we both put our hands on each other’s cheeks, kissing passionately as our tongues sensually teased the other’s, both lost in the moment. My orgasm seemed to last forever as I flooded her deep vaginal cavern with my sperm. I lost count of how many shots I pumped into her. We continued kissing as my cock throbbed inside of her, long after my orgasm had subsided. Her pussy pulsated around my cock, squeezing it harder than she had before. Had she cum with me? As I was coming down from my orgasmic high, she pushed my head away from hers. “Ok, thank you. You can pull your limp dick out of me now. We’re done here,” she said in her usual bitchy tone.

I tried pushing my slowly deflating cock deeper into her, grinding her pussy lips on my pubic mound. “Not yet, bitch. I’ll let you know when I’m done with you,” I told her, putting my hands behind her knees and lifting them up.

She put her hands on the edge of the sink to better balance herself. “What the fuck, asshole. I’m done with you. Get out. You want me to scream again?” she asked, as bitchy as ever.

“Shut up, bitch. I’m not finished with you yet,” I told her, Balgat Escort slipping my semi-hard cock out of her, leaving her cunt gaping open, and lowered myself to my knees.

“Wh… what are you doing?” she asked, nervously.

Her slutty pussy was right in front of my face, and her gaping hole allowed me to see an inch or so into her. My cum was deep inside of her but was already starting to leak out. The scent of her freshly fucked cunt was intoxicating. “I’m going to do something I’ve wanted to do since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I told her, just before lightly kissing her clit.

“Oh, shit!” she gasped as my tongue gently slipped between her pussy lips, just under her clit.

She put a hand on my head, grabbing my hair and barely trying to pull me away. “I don’t let a lot of guys put their mouth on my pussy, and I’ve never been eaten out after I’ve been cum in,” she said, sounding a little confused.

I moved back just enough to talk to her, but still close enough that she could feel my breath on her pussy. “It’s called a creampie,” I told her, then kissed her clit again before sucking it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue.

She gasped again, this time relaxing her grip on my hair. “A what?” she asked.

I didn’t move back as far this time. “A creampie. A cum filled pussy is called a creampie. I enjoy eating pussy, and I love eating pussy after I creampie it. You just need to relax, I’m going to eat my cum out of you, then I’ll keep eating your pussy until I’m hard again. Once I have a raging hard-on, I’m going to fuck you again, and this time you won’t get off so easy,” I told her.

“Again? Do we have enough time for that? How many times have you already gotten off tonight? What if we get caught?” she asked, sounding almost panicked.

“Yes, again,” I told her, looking up at her, she was looking down at me, biting her lower lip, our eyes locked, “we’ll make time. You just got me off for the first time tonight, and I want to cum again. J’s pussy is too tight, I don’t cum easy in tight pussies. And if we get caught, maybe they’ll want to join us, if that happens hopefully it’s J, I’m not sure you’d know what to do with two cocks at once.”

“What?” she asked.

“What do you mean, what?”

“You really just came for the first time tonight?” she asked.

“Yeah, now, you want to talk, or would you rather I eat your creamy pussy?”

She thought for a second, still biting her lower lip. “Eat my pussy,” she said, her bitchy attitude slightly returning.

I focused my attention back on her pussy. My cum had leaked to the entrance of her still gaping fuck-hole and was about to run out of her. I put the tip of my tongue on her taint and licked up slowly. She shuddered and gasped when my tongue hit the entrance of her pussy. I put my lips over her pussy lips, snaking my tongue into her vaginal hole as deep as I could and sucked some of my cum out of her. With a puddle of my own cum on my tongue, I stood up and mumbled, “Remember when you spit in my face?”

She looked worried as she nodded slowly. “Open your mouth,” I mumbled.

She opened her mouth and tilted her head back without being told to do so, she knew what was coming. I leaned forward a little and spit my cum into her waiting mouth. “You’re fuckin’ lucky I didn’t spit that in your face, bitch. Don’t swallow that either, hold it in your mouth until I’m done,” I told her, looking up at her as I went back down on my knees.

“Ok,” she tried to say, my cum bubbling between her lips as she tried to keep it in her mouth.

I looked back at her pussy, more of my cum was leaking out of her now. None had hit the floor yet, but there was a string hanging out of her about three inches long. I caught it on my tongue then spit it back on her clit before putting my mouth over her pussy. I went to work on her sloppy pussy, licking and eating her until she was moaning and rocking back and forth on the edge of the sink. It didn’t take nearly as long as I had thought it would for my cock to get hard again. I kept eating her out, I wanted her to cum again. I didn’t have to wait long for that either.

Just as I was about to give up so I could fuck her again, she mumbled, “I’m gonna cum.”

I held in a little longer, focusing a little more on her clit and using her moans as cues. After about another minute, she mumbled, “Oh, shit,” and I felt a warm splash on my tongue. She had squirted again.

“Oh, god, please fuck me again,” she begged, still mumbling through my cum.

I stood up and was once again face to face with her. She looked down and made a move to grab my dick to guide it into her snatch. I smacked her hand away, “Not yet,” I told her, “Did you swallow?”

She opened her mouth and showed me the cum was still on her tongue as she shook her head. “That’s a good little bitch,” I said, adjusting myself so that my dickhead was on her clit. “Now, kiss me like before.”

I leaned in and kissed her, I could taste her pussy juices mixed in with my own cum as our tongues teased each other once again. I rubbed my dick slowly over her clit, teasing her even more. She was moving her hips, trying in vain to get at the perfect angle for me to slip inside of her. I pulled my head back and moved my hips, so my cock lost contact with her. “What the…” she started to say, speaking a little easier now that most of my cum was out of her mouth.

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I’ll never forget the first time I saw Autumn. I was a couple of hours from home at a statewide educational conference for the industry we both work in. I had heard her name in our professional circles, but never actually met her in person.

“Oh man, she’s fucking amazing! She’s HILARIOUS! I can’t believe you haven’t met her yet!” were common responses when colleagues found out I didn’t know her.

Her reputation was stellar in the industry. She ran her own business, threw killer parties, and could out-curse a sailor.

She definitely sounded like someone I would like.

The first time I saw her, though, I didn’t know it was her.

It was around 7 p.m. the night before the conference was to begin. I had arrived at the conference hotel a couple of hours prior and, after checking in to my room, unpacking a bit, etc., I headed down to the hotel bar to see if there was anyone I knew around. I walked through the lobby and could hear what sounded like a decent-sized group of people laughing and having a loud conversation.

I walked into the bar and glanced over to where the noise was coming from and saw a group of about 15 people sitting at two tables which had been haphazardly pulled together. The obvious focus of the group’s attention was a stunning woman with a mound of red hair that cascaded in loose and luscious curls over her shoulders, framing her face and piercing green eyes. She had a half-full glass of champagne in one hand and was gesturing wildly with the other hand as she talked. Frequent bouts of genuine and hearty laughter followed many of her comments.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. The people at the table kept talking and laughing, but I was having a hard time taking my eyes off her. After a few moments, though, I realized that I recognized a few of the other people sitting at the table.

Encouraged, I paid for my drink and headed over to the table. As I approached, she stood up, drained the rest of her champagne and proclaimed, “Sit tight everyone, I have to pee.” She darted toward the nearby restroom and disappeared.

I was captivated by her. She was thin, with long arms and even longer legs. She was TALL. She was at least six feet, and definitely taller than that in her four-inch heels. It was hard to tell with the scarf she was wearing, but it appeared that her breasts were much larger than would typically be expected from someone with her long, thin frame.

She had pale, smooth skin. Her artificially enhanced red hair seemed to flow everywhere and had an unruly elegance. Her long, thin nose — which might have been too large on another woman — sat above an exquisite mouth with plump lips that were in an almost permanent expression of wry humor. Her green eyes danced as she talked and she made long, steady eye contact with people as she addressed them. She wore a leopard-print pencil skirt with a white blouse and a black retro cardigan. She wore an array of bracelets, but her fingers were ringless.

She was a dervish of movement, chaotic, but not disturbingly so. She was pure energy.

My friends at the table noticed me as I approached and welcomed me to the table. I ordered another drink from the waitress. The dervish returned and my friends introduced me. Autumn immediately grabbed my hand and shook it.

“I’m Autumn,” she said. “I’ve heard a lot about you! It’s really nice to finally meet!”

Her smile was genuine and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew then, why everyone wanted her attention. And I knew I wanted it, too.

“I think we know a lot of the same people!,” she exclaimed. “They tell me you’re a good guy to know!”

She rolled off the names of several people I knew. I acknowledged that I did, indeed, know those folks. We joked a bit about the Ankara Travesti state of the industry in our town, people we know, etc. Basic small talk for a bit. The entire time she made great eye contact and gave killer smiles. She reached out several times to hold my forearm when she laughed at something I said.

Then, she sat in a chair across from me and continued to hold court for another hour or so. I made some aptly witty observations during the conversation and she laughed loudly each time.

“You’re fucking hilarious,” she shouted at one point. “Get this guy another whiskey!”

I could spend the rest of this entire story just describing what it was like to be in her presence when she was “on” like this. But there is more I want to tell.

Fast-forward a couple of years and after some further encounters at parties and other social events, Autumn and I have struck up a friendship. Not the “hey let’s see each other every weekend and hang out all the time” kind of friendship, but one where when we see each other out at the bar on a Friday night, we sit right down at the other’s table and spend the evening together. I’ve met her long-term boyfriend James, whose personality seems totally opposite of hers. He’s quiet, reserved, and more subtly humorous. I like him.

That summer, a mutual friend planned a huge Independence Day party at his house and it was well under way when I arrived. Cars lined the street in both directions for a couple of blocks. It was late afternoon and it was sweltering hot. With the heat index, it was over 100 degrees F.

At some point, someone thought it was a good idea to go to Target to buy one of those giant inflatable pools to throw in the backyard so everyone could cool off. No one was in it when I arrived, but by evening, it was full of people in various states of undress.

As it got later in the evening, I was sitting in my boxer shorts, chest-deep in water. Autumn was between me and another friend, Jen. I was drunk, but not overly so. I had stopped drinking about an hour before because I could feel myself getting way out of hand.

That didn’t stop anyone else from getting out of hand, though, and things were getting a little hot in the pool as the night continued and more alcohol and other substances flowed. Couples were making out. Several people were completely naked. Autumn was wearing nothing but her bra and matching underwear, though both were now completely see-through from the water. James was sitting at a table a little ways away, but watching.

Autumn and Jen were talking and giggling. Jen was wearing underwear and a t-shirt, but that soon came off, as well. Jen is my age, and one of my good friends. She’s short and curvy, but very athletic. She runs 5Ks almost every weekend and has tackled a couple of marathons, as well. She has brown eyes, freckled skin and her straight brown hair is cut shoulder length, though she usually wears it in a ponytail.

It wasn’t a surprise to see that Jen’s breasts were enormous, but I was surprised at how perky they were. Despite their considerable weight, they perched perfectly on her chest.

It was late in the evening by now. Fireworks had come and gone, though neighbors all around the city were still setting off firecrackers and bottle rockets. Most of the party guests had left, but a few of us more hardcore folks remained.

Jen and Autmum were drinking, giggling, and playfully wrestling. I could see that things were about to start happening, but I stayed right where I was.

And then they were kissing. It happened fast. I knew that Autumn was bi, but I was pretty sure that Jen was straight. Nevertheless, it escalated. Slowly at first. Light kisses led to deeper kisses. Ankara Ucuz Escort Arms around necks became hands on breasts. Bras came off and nipples were sucked.

Autumn knelt in front of Jen, straddling one of her outstretched legs and pushed her back a bit against the side of the pool. And then Autumn had her hand down Jen’s panties. Jen was moaning and grinding against Autumn’s fingers, holding Autumn’s hand down there with her own. Jen’s other hand was squeezing Autumn’s tit through her bra. They kissed deeply between Jen’s moans.

She looked over at me and gave me one of her incredible wry smiles. The two of them together was a thing of beauty. I wanted to join in, but I was afraid it would somehow break the spell.

Autumn worked Jen’s pussy hard and she came quickly. They kissed again as her orgasm subsided, and then Jen seemed to come to her senses a bit. Without quite panicking, but obviously embarrassed, she pulled herself away, gathered up her clothes and disappeared through the side gate to find her car.

“Well fuck,” Autumn said. “Now who’s going to take care of me?”

She stood up, that incredible body stretching to its full height, and she made her way into the house, dripping wet. Through her wet panties, I could see that she was completely shaved except for a small landing strip — and her clit was pierced.

I looked over at James, but he was just sitting at a picnic table sipping his drink.

I got out of the pool and, figuring that was the end of the night, decided it was probably time to head home.

It was about 2:30 a.m. and I was drying off in the bathroom when the text came: “Did you still need a ride home?” I had asked Autumn earlier if I could catch a ride with her and James when they left because I was pretty sure I’d be too drunk to drive. I could take a cab, but they lived near me and were happy to drive me.

I thought they had already gone, so I had resolved myself to calling a cab or hoofing it.

“A ride would be great!,” I texted back.

“Great! We’re out front!”

Still in my boxers, I grabbed my shorts, threw on my t-shirt and headed out the front door. They were waiting in the yard. Autumn was wrapped in a towel, but still otherwise just in her bra and panties. I thanked them for the ride and headed for the back seat of James’ SUV.

I got in behind the driver seat and started to close the door when Autumn started to get in next to me.

“Move over!,” she said. I want to lie down.”

I looked at James as he got in and he just smiled at me. I slid all the way over behind the passenger seat and Autumn crawled in behind me. She shut the door and then curled up on her side, putting her head in my lap. I was keenly aware of the thinness of the fabric of my underwear as I looked at her body.

“J baby,” she cooed at her boyfriend. “Let’s go for a ride.”

James pulled the car out of the driveway and began driving down the street. He turned on some music and Autumn began to move her head gently to the beat. Her breasts bounced softly as she did. I was getting hard and I wasn’t sure how I was going to hide it.

Autumn continued to move with the music. Subtly, slowly. Her hands drew little circles and other patterns in the air as she semi-danced. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at me. She reached up and put her hand on my check, rubbing at my beard.

“Fuuuuuck I enjoyed fucking Jen,” she moaned. “I’ve wanted to fuck her for so long. Her fucking tits are so incredible. I wish she was coming with us now.”

Her other hand slid down between her legs, under her panties and started rubbing her pussy. She moaned low and soft and I was instantly hard. I looked again at James, to Ankara Yabancı Escort let him know I wasn’t doing this and he just smiled at me again.

I turned my attention back to Autumn. Her eyes were closed and she moved her hips in time with the slow movement of her fingers. She rubbed her clit, biting her lip. Her cheeks flushed and her breathing deepened. She moved her hand lower, penetrating. She moaned again as her finger slid inside.

She took her hand from my face then and took my left hand in hers, moving it to her right breast. She squeezed my hand to show me what she wanted, so I squeezed. She moaned louder. She opened her mouth and bit my arm, gently at first and then harder. She pushed the back of her head into my lap, grinding against my hardness. She smiled then, opening her eyes and peering up at me.

I slid my hand under her bra, grazing the nipple lightly with my index finger. She moaned again. Looking up, I saw James adjusting the rear view mirror so he could better see what was happening. His eyes were locked to my hand on her tit. He was enjoying this.

Smiling again at me, she slid her hand from between her legs and slid her middle finger into her mouth, sucking it clean. She then offered her index finger to me. I could smell her on it. She rubbed softly across my lips, leaving wetness there before pressing it into my waiting mouth. I sucked gently on it, still massaging her and she writhed on the leather seat.

She moved then, turning over onto her stomach, legs bent at the knees with her feet in the air. I slid my hand down her back, undoing the clasp on her bra before moving further down to feel her ass over her underwear. She slid up, pulling my cock from my boxers, stroking it and rubbing it against her cheek. She looked at James then, smiling. He smiled back and she kissed the tip of my cock.

“This is a nice cock, isn’t it honey?,” she asked him. “It’s sooooo thick. It’s thicker than yours. It’s going to feel so different in my mouth and in my pussy. Maybe I’ll even let him fuck my ass”

She looked up at me then, still stroking me.

“J never gets to fuck my ass. He only gets to watch,” she purred.

And then I was in her mouth. One long, slow motion and she took me in, pressing herself down as far as she could go. Her tongue worked the shaft as she slid me out again. She swirled it all over the head of my cock, slurping as she drooled over it.

I slid my hand under her panties, over her smooth ass and found her soaked pussy. I lightly traced over the lips, coating my fingers in the wetness I found there. Then, I slid a finger in and she moaned, pressing back against it. I moved my finger in and out of her in rhythm with her sliding her mouth up and down my cock. She gasped as I slid in a second finger, moaning on my cock.

I slid my fingers out then, moving up slightly to her asshole. I pressed gently on it, seeking approval to continue. She moaned again and pressed back against it. I slid my middle finger into her ass and she released my cock just long enough to moan, “Ohhhh fuck yes.”

And then I was back in. Her mouth moved expertly, tongue swirling over the head and shaft as she worked. Continuing that long, almost painfully slow movement, keeping time with her hips as I fingered her ass.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she lifted her head, letting my cock fall out of her mouth. She crawled into my lap, straddling me. Her unclasped bra fell away, revealing her incredible tits. They were full and firm, with pink silver dollar-sized nipples. She pressed them against me and I could feel how hard her nipples were through my shirt.

Grinding her pussy on my cock, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I had my hands on her hips, pulling her to me, helping her move. She was moaning again as we moved. Her lips still pressed to mine. Her breath was hot and I could feel even more heat from between her legs.

The grinding slowed a bit and she turned her head, releasing our kiss and locking eyes with James.

“It’s time to go home, baby,” she said. “It’s time to fuck.”

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“Good morning, sister Zainab, how are you?” Salomon “Suleiman” Vaillant said pleasantly to the six-foot-tall, majestic and curvaceous, forty-something Somali Muslim woman who stood before him, a faint smile on her lovely face. Clad in a blue work shirt over a long-sleeved sweater and a traditional Islamic long dress, her hair tucked away under a modest blue Hijab, Zainab was uniquely beautiful. Perhaps all the more so because she seemed totally unaware of it…

“As Salam Alaikum, brother, I’m fine, and yourself?” Zainab replied in that sweet voice of hers, and Salomon composed himself. For the lady had a certain effect on him. Even while pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies, Zainab carried herself with the confidence of a queen. It was one of the many things Salomon admired about the lovely, quiet Miss Zainab…

The tall, burly young Haitian man first became aware of her while boarding the OC Transpo bus downtown a couple of years ago. The Somali Muslim lady sat on the bus, reading an emerald book titled Fortress of the Muslim. Even while super tired after working all night, patrolling an empty office at the whim of his sadistic survivor Mr. Hajji, Salomon couldn’t help but look at Zainab as she sat reading on the bus. The lovely lady seemed at peace, even on this loud bus packed with morning commuters, and he envied her.

Salomon never told Zainab this but his first encounter with her sparked his interest in Islam. Indeed, he went to the Ottawa Public Library to search for the book Fortress of the Muslim, and from there, his interest in Islam grew. At Capital University, Salomon joined the Muslim Students Club, and a year later, after much soul searching, the once-proud Catholic embraced Islam. And that’s all she wrote…

Back then Salomon lived near Dynes road in Ottawa’s west end, and had to board the number four bus downtown to get to the Capital University campus and catch the nearby 111 bus which would take him home. Making such a long trip after working security overnight was tough, but Salomon was nothing if not resilient. Life left him no choice…

Indeed, moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, after the earthquake which devastated his homeland of Haiti years and years ago wasn’t easy, but his father Francois Vaillant urged him to do it because the island offered very little for an ambitious young man such as himself. After graduating from the Universite Notre Dame d’Haiti, the young brother couldn’t find a job due to the lousy economy in Haiti. So Salomon found himself in Ottawa, working security to pay his rent, groceries and his Capital University tuition fees…

“Tough week at work and at home, but I’m surviving,” Salomon replied, and Zainab nodded, then beckoned for him to follow her. They were on the third floor of the university library, the quiet floor, and since it was Saturday, the place was indeed quiet. Barely five students on the entire floor, if that. Salomon followed Zainab into the stairwell, smiling to himself as he checked out her thick derriere, whose contours even her traditional Islamic skirt couldn’t conceal…

“Stop staring at my ass, Suleiman,” Zainab shot back as she paused right before the door, a sly smile on her lovely face. Salomon looked at her, then smiled and shrugged. Zainab shook her head and opened the door, and he followed her into the stairwell. She leaned against the wall, a coy smile on her face, a pout on those full, succulent lips of hers.

“Miss Zainab, I can’t stop staring at your ass, I’m a Haitian man,” Salomon said, and he walked up to her, and paused mere inches from Zainab, who exhaled sharply, and Ankara escort looked him up and down. Salomon looked at the beautiful and mysterious woman who stood before him, and gently took her hands in his. As a grinning Zainab looked on, Salomon brought her hands to his lips and kissed them.

“Hmmm, you always were a smooth talker,” Zainab said, grinning, and then she closed the gap between them. Salomon looked into her chestnut eyes and saw a smoldering passion barely held in check. Leaning forward, he kissed her. Zainab kissed him back passionately, and Salomon embraced her tightly. Hot damn it, he couldn’t get enough of this woman…

“Uh-um,” the sound of someone clearing their throat caused Salomon and Zainab to break their kiss, and they turned to see a red-faced white male student rush past them as he headed for the fourth floor. Salomon looked at Zainab, cupped her chin in his hand and smiled. Zainab looked at him, an unreadable expression in her face, and he watched her lips quiver.

“We should continue this another time, another place, stud, I do have to work,” Zainab said and there was a finality to her words that brooked no reply. All Salomon could do was nod, and he gently squeezed her hand. Without another word, she walked away. Frowning in frustration, Salomon returned to his seat in the Learning Commons section of the library. He had a criminology paper to work on…

“Come to my place at seven tonight,” Salomon texted Zainab, and he was relieved when she replied in the affirmative. Salomon finished his paper, then exited the campus library. Resolutely the young man headed for the O-Train Station, and rode the train to Bayview. Once there, he caught the 95 bus heading to Barrhaven. Forty five minutes later, Salomon was in the west end hamlet. Stopping by Walmart, he bought a few things, including some flowers.

Rushing to his place, Salomon did some cleaning, and then set everything up. At six o’clock he ordered a family platter from the nearby Shawarma Heaven restaurant, and popped open a bottle of Barbancourt, the well-known Haitian rum. Zainab was an observant Muslim woman but he knew she liked her rum. Smiling, Salomon headed for the shower and got cleaned up. Donning a red silk shirt, black silk pants and his Ottawa Redblacks cowboy hat, he sat on the couch and waited for her.

At precisely seven o’clock, Zainab rang his doorbell. Salomon got up and went to answer the door, his heart going pitter-patter in his chest. Forcing himself to calm down, he opened the door, and was greeted by a vision of beauty. Clad in a black leather overcoat over a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, dark blue traditional skirt and black cowboy boots, Zainab looked magnificent. Oh, and she had on a new hijab, an ebony one with gold markings.

“Salam, Suleiman, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Zainab said coyly, one hand on her hip while the other clutched her purse. She smiled confidently, like a woman who knew she had the upper hand. Salomon picked his jaw up from the floor and welcomed her inside. Zainab gave him a peck on the lips, and he gallantly took her coat. Zainab smelled wonderful, and looked even better.

“Make yourself at home, mademoiselle,” Salomon said, and he led her to the kitchen, where a sumptuous dinner awaited. Zainab looked at the delicious-smelling Shawarma plates on the table, and inhaled the sweet aroma emanating from them. Salomon pulled a chair in front of her, and nodded. Zainab shrugged, and then nodded gratefully before sitting down.

“Here I am, Suleiman, why did you go to all this trouble?” Zainab asked, Abidinpaşa escort leaning comfortably in her chair, and the handsome, well-dressed young man steepled his fingers, and shrugged. For months now, they’d been carrying on a most passionate affair. Two unique souls from different worlds. The university student and the sultry mature woman, what a pair they made.

Zainab, who was rebuilding her life after a nasty divorce from her Somali Muslim husband Yusuf Ali, was intrigued by Salomon “Suleiman” Vaillant, the handsome Haitian student. More than once, the twenty-eight-year-old grad student told her that the young women at Canada’s Capital University left him cold and he only had eyes for her. Flattered, Zainab initially agreed to one coffee date with him, and it turned into so much more. Still, Salomon’s behavior sometimes puzzled Zainab, especially today…

“You mean a lot to me, my dear, and I wanted to let you know,” Salomon said, and he rose from his chair, and placed a tiny box in front of her. Zainab’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Suleiman, and hesitantly opened the box. Inside, at the very heart of the box, a shiny silver bracelet with the name Zainab glistened in all of its glory.

“Wallahi, Suleiman, wow, honestly, I don’t know what to say, thank you,” Zainab said, gasping in surprise, and she hastily put the bracelet on. Rising from her chair, she faced Suleiman. The younger man smiled shyly, the way he often did when he was with her. Zainab looked at him and all the love she felt for this nerdy charmer bubbled to the surface.

“I’m glad it pleases you, Habibti,” Salomon said, and Zainab smiled at the term of endearment. Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him passionately. Salomon embraced her with all of his might. All the tension Zainab had been feeling, all the doubts she’d been having just melted away. Suleiman had that effect on her, and the best part of it all? The Haitian brother didn’t even know it. Just like that, the two of them began making love.

“Dammit I want you,” Zainab whispered as Salomon sat her on the couch, and she hiked up her long skirt, flashing him her crimson panties. Salomon smiled and pulled her panties down, and a grinning Zainab took off her top. Salomon feasted his eyes on her loveliness. Zainab was sexy as hell, much hotter than any of the gals he’d seen on his campus, and he could never resist her charms…

“Good to hear,” Salomon said, and he gently took her foot and began rubbing it. As a grinning Zainab looked on, he took her big toe into his mouth and began sucking on it. Zainab giggled, loving what Salomon was doing to her. The brother sucked her toes, and began working his way up. Spreading her thighs invitingly, Zainab cocked an eyebrow, having exposed a fairly obvious target for Salomon’s oral skills…

“Suleiman, shut up and eat this pussy,” Zainab said with a decisive cluck of her tongue, and Salomon looked up at her, smiling. Nodding, the Haitian brother spread her thighs and inhaled her womanly scent. No two women smelled or tasted alike down there, and Salomon loved Zainab’s fragrance. Burying his face between her thighs, Salomon began eating Zainab’s pussy. Flicking his tongue over her clitoris while digging into her pussy with his fingers, Salomon soon had Zainab squealing in delight…

“I’ve got something that’s missed you dearly,” Salomon said, a little while later, after watching Zainab come down from cloud nine. He’d basically polished her pussy with his tongue and she climaxed violently, screaming his name as loudly as Akay escort she could. Salomon beheld her, stroking his hard dick while transfixed by what he was looking at. The sight of an orgasmic woman, definitely something to see…

“Oh I can see that,” Zainab said, her eyes moist, and she looked at Salomon’s dick hungrily. The things she wanted to do with that long, hard piece of chocolate. Grabbing Salomon by the balls, Zainab looked at him. Salomon licked his lips and said nothing. Leaning forward on the couch, Zainab stroked his dick and then took it into her mouth. Salomon exhaled sharply but otherwise remained silent as she began fellating him.

“Dammit, you’re killing me but don’t stop,” Salomon whispered, and Zainab paused from sucking his dick and glanced up at him, a look of mischief on her face. Salomon smiled at her, and from his strained expression, she knew that he was about to cum. To spur him on, Zainab slid a finger up his ass. Instantly Salomon’s eyes widened, and she shrugged as she began fingering his ass while sucking his dick.

“Suleiman, stop fussing, you know you like it,” Zainab paused to say, and she added a second finger up his ass while flicking her tongue over his dick head. Salomon moaned deeply with his eyes closed, and she knew he was enjoying himself. Hell, it took Zainab a long time to get him to admit he liked his ass stimulated. A couple of months ago, Zainab bought a strap-on dildo and began using it on Salomon. Although he initially balked at the idea, he’d grown to love having her fuck him.

While Salomon’s eyes remained closed, a smiling Zainab reached for her purse. Fumbling a bit, she finally found what she was looking for. A sleek blue object of a decidedly phallic nature. Carefully, Zainab pulled her fingers out of Salomon’s ass, and swiftly replaced them with her favorite dildo. Salomon’s eyes snapped open, and he looked down at her, stunned by the sudden intrusion into his ass.

“Hmmm,” was all Zainab said, and she winked at Salomon while fucking his ass with the dildo. The more she fucked his ass, the harder his dick got into her mouth. Soon the brother was harder than the proverbial rock. When Salomon warned her that he was about to cum, Zainab didn’t let up and continued fellating him while mercilessly stimulating his ass.

“Oh fuck,” Salomon cried out, moments before he came, and Zainab welcomed the torrent of liquid masculinity into her mouth. Indeed, the Somali gal licked it all up. When she finished, Zainab wiped her lovely mouth with the back of her hand and looked at a stunned but smiling Salomon expectantly. The Haitian stud paused to catch his breath, and nodded gratefully.

“Best anniversary present ever,” Zainab said with a smile, and then she kissed Salomon, then rose from the couch, and headed to the washroom. Salomon watched her go, and felt himself harden at the sight of Zainab’s thick Somali ass, sashaying from side to side as she walked away. When she came back, a few minutes later, the Haitian brother was hard again.

“Oh I’m not done with you, woman,” Salomon said, laughing, and the burly Haitian stud boldly picked Zainab up, and carried her to the bedroom. Laughing, Zainab shook her head and tugged on Salomon’s chest hairs as he marched her into his inner sanctum. Laying her on the bed, he paused to look at her. Zainab rolled her eyes impatiently and wrapped her legs around him, then nodded.

“Suleiman, shut up and fuck me,” Zainab said, groaning in frustration, and Salomon nodded and pushed his hardness into her. A happy sigh escaped her lips as he thrust into her. It had been well over a week since the last time they made love, and Zainab, a passionate woman through and true, wanted to make up for lost time. As Salomon began giving it to her hard and deep, stabbing her pussy with his dick like a spear, she began to scream his name. Nothing like some much-needed catching up with her favorite guy…

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I wrote this story as a birthday present for my husband – hence the title.

*****

The sun on Maria’s back felt, oh my God, it felt fantastic!

The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the yacht had lulled her into oblivion; she was in that partially conscious state where you could actually feel how relaxed you were, asleep but aware of all the pleasurable influences on your senses.

Utterly and completely undone!

After 4 and a half months of late nights, breathing dust and fumes, sweating like a pig and spitting feathers, the experience was eventually worth it. An unexpected windfall (and probably a bang on her head when she was almost 5) had been the reason behind buying the decrepit old yacht in the first place. You should also calculate in a huge sense of discontentment with everything life had thrown at her in the past few years and there you had it, a recipe for disaster!

Or so her ex mother-in-law had stated, vociferously, on many occasion. How come, despite being overjoyed at the freedom of her (cheating, lying bastard of a) son from Maria, Mrs Hardy still had an overwhelming urge to interfere in her life? A waste of her son’s money? No, he took everything he owned and a bit extra when Maria threw him out.

‘A stupid fad.’

‘Nothing will ever come of it.’

‘You can’t even sail!’

‘Mark my words, she’ll be back with her tail between her legs, begging you to bail her out again.’

Again? So when was the last time? No, when was the fucking first time?

A shiver of her history travelled briefly down Maria’s spine, but the hot sun soon melted it away and the momentary tension seeped away.

And Maria did know how to sail! Mrs Hardy knew nothing of her brief, but intense affair with Rob, the biology lecturer, married, with a habit of seducing his young and attractive female students aboard his yacht. Along with a broken heart and an odd, but fortunately curable rash, Maria came out of the relationship knowing her port from her stern and how to raise a rigging in a force 9.

A few months of exceptionally hard work had turned the sorrowful vessel into a gleaming, bright, seagoing palace. Not that Maria did it entirely on her own; there had been a certain amount of help. Help that came in varied and exceptionally attractive packages. The weather was hot and sunny, the work had been manual, the clothing, as a result, was minimal. Temptations on the other hand were plentiful…

Tom, the guy who came to sort out the rigging, had amazing arms and gave fantastic back massages to relieve the stresses of the working day – yes, he could work wonders with his fingers! Especially when he was thrusting them into Maria’s soaking pussy, grazing against her G-spot, as she lay on the deck admiring his work. Shame about his tendency Ankara Escort to eat his own earwax, it didn’t make kissing him much fun. Once the rigging was fine, he was gone for good.

Temptation number 2 came (many times) in the form of Mick, the guy who helped with the refurbishment of the living quarters. What that man couldn’t do with his tongue was nobodies business. And, of course, Maria repaid the favour numerous times. Many an evening was spent with her lips wrapped around his hard cock, sucking and licking his balls, groaning in delight when he came hard in her mouth. In the galley (perhaps his best work – the units and the head), in the tiny bathroom, in the living room, but never in the bedroom, he always avoided that room at all costs. She guessed (incorrectly as it happens, as he still lived happily with his mother) that Mick was married and actually being “in bed” with another woman would be a step too far in terms of his infidelity. He actually violently disliked Maria’s choice of décor in there and just daren’t tell her so thought it best to steer clear. Anyway, as good as he was, the calluses on Maria’s knees became too much for her to bear so off he went with his floor varnish and a smile on his face.

There were others of course, but they were hardly worth remembering. Larry, for example, with delicate fingers and a prick to match – a fine sign writer but not much cop in bed!

And then came the engineer, Zac. He was tall, tanned, lean and happy. Maria discovered he had a personality, not just a trade. And he made her laugh, feel comfortable with herself, something that hadn’t happened in a while. Being with him, she suddenly regretted Tom, Mick and Larry…

The first day had quickly turned into evening. Maria opened a bottle of ice cold beer for them both and they talked. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a real conversation with someone, told them how she felt, what she got excited about, her plans for the future. Zac had listened, drank his beer and watched her. He’d heard the stories of course; it was a small coastal town, the wild divorcee soon made the gossip headlines, but watching her that night and hearing what she was saying, he found it hard to believe it. He went home, a bit pissed, wanting to see her again.

And that was how it started. That was how come Zac was now sitting up in the wheelhouse watching Maria as she lay stretched out on the deck, naked and glorious. He felt his cock rise as she saw her shiver slightly. Smiling, his hand dropped and he slowly unbuttoned his shorts, releasing it. Taking his hard on in his palm, he stroked himself, then his smile grew further.

Maria felt Zac’s shadow fall over her and she smiled.

“Come to join me at last?”

There was no answer. Ankara Masaj Escort Opening her eyes, she squinted up at him. He was naked too, standing over her but lowering himself onto his knees. He still gripped his shaft, rubbing slowly. His hands were huge but they did nothing to distract from the power of his cock, in fact the whole experience made Maria gasp with lust. Opening her legs for him, he moved between them. She reached out and gently stroked his stomach as she watched him continue to caress himself. They locked eyes, he knew she wanted him to come on her, but he wanted to be inside her, feel her cunt muscles move around him.

‘God, stop thinking about it Zac, concentrate!”

All he could feel now was Maria’s warm fingers playing his groin and stroking under his balls. And then it was too late, she touched him just above his cock, the slight pressure was enough and he was gone. He came all over her naked body, cum spewing from the end of his aching cock and she was in heaven. Zac’s head fell forward and he had to support himself so he didn’t fall on her. Maria still caressed his smooth tanned skin and smiled with delight at his orgasm. She loved to watch him come.

As he slowly recovered, he bent to kiss her. She accepted his mouth hungrily and pulled his body against hers, coating them both with his warm cum. They slid their skin over each other, slippy, warm and wet. Zac’s fingers made their way to Maria’s cunt, also slippy, warm and wet. Stroking the outside of her lips drove her wild and she thrust her hips upwards. Ignoring her demands, he carried on, occasionally sliding one finger over her rock hard clit, rocking it from side to side. Maria flinched away from him in order to remain in control, but the vision of him coming over her and his divine, insistent touch soon became too much. Watching her, he could see it in her eyes and quickly pushed two huge fingers inside her. He could feel her muscles twitch, forcing his fingers together, pushing up against her G-spot as her orgasm found its full force. Her face contorted and her body stiffened beneath him as the wave of pleasure flowed over her. And then she became calm, a smile spreading across her face. They looked at each other and laughed.

“I don’t suppose you fancy a beer do you?” Zac asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she grinned at him and watched as he stood up and walked gracefully into the galley.

Zac soon arrived back with two open bottles of chilled beer and settled himself next to Maria. They chatted a while about their plans, the course of their impending journey and the stuff they might need for it. In the following moments of silence, their bodies touching as the boat bobbed gently on the blue see, Maria felt it first, the need, the lust Ankara Olgun Escort inside her building again. She raised herself up on one elbow and ran her hand down Zac’s body, stroking his stomach gently – it drove him mad! Maria saw his arousal grow and he gently pulled her face towards his, staring into her eyes.

“For Christ’s sake Maria, you’ll kill me!”

“Yeah, but you’ll die happy.”

Zac laughed.

“You have a point I suppose.”

His hand reached around and rested on the back of her neck, slight pressure moving her mouth towards his hardening cock. Maria eagerly wrapped her lips around it, pushing her tongue under his foreskin and slicking it quickly over the tip. Maria loved this, the power, the love. Moaning deep in her throat, she gripped the base of him and moved up and down him, the taste and feel of him made her mouth water, saliva dripping down his shaft, tickling him as it reached his balls. Zac pulled away, the suction of Maria’s mouth around his cock broken audibly.

“Aarrgghh baby, you can’t keep doing that if you want me inside you,” he whispered.

“I don’t care where I have you, as long as I do have you,” Maria smiled coyly.

“Well, I care. I want to fuck you, fill you,” Zac growled and pushed her onto her back.

He knelt between her legs, hooking his hands under her knees and pulling her towards him. In one swift movement his hard cock was thrust into her willing and wet pussy and then he was still again, concentrating on fighting the urgent need to come inside her warmth.

Maria gasped and couldn’t help but move herself over him, always amazed at the feeling as his cock pushed against the front wall of her pussy. Just as she felt herself slipping away, Zac halted the movement again and let her legs fall by his hips. He lay over her, still inside her pussy but not moving. It was an odd feeling having him inside her like that, odd but fucking good. Being open but filled with warmth and feeling her muscles tense and twitch so powerfully.

“Fuck me Zac,” Maria whispered. “Please, fuck me.”

Slowly Zac started to move again, he could feel her muscles move too and it was beginning to tip him over the edge. To hold himself there for as long as possible made falling over that edge so good, but then again it all felt so good. The heat spread through his thighs as they ground their pubic bones together, Maria’s clit becoming increasingly and delightfully crushed beneath him. They melted into each other and came simultaneously, each unaware of anything but their own pleasure for a brief moment, then immense satisfaction as they realised how good the timing was.

Moans, screams and groans disturbed the quiet of the sea and then only deep breathing as they recovered, gained their vision again and became aware of their surroundings.

“I think I need another beer,” Maria croaked.

Zac was silent, couldn’t quite form words yet, but he nodded and smiled as Maria made it unsteadily to her feet and headed to the galley.

Who knows about a happy ending – a bit too twee for my liking – but the sun was definitely getting low in the sky as they sailed west.

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Wyatt entered the lab and saw that it had been totally cleaned up. All the counters were clear and clean, cupboards all wiped down. The place was almost shining. The new employee sure made a big impact in here.

Beth walked in behind him and asked “You like?”

She was hoping he would like it. She was trying very hard to impress him, had been since she started this job a few weeks before. Wyatt had impressed her from the very start of her interview. He was tall, had a killer smile and a great body. And his jeans fit just perfectly on his cute tushy. In the last few weeks of training with him, she’d gotten to appreciate his professionalism and his wit and his amazing way of making her feel like she could do anything.

“I do, but where is the stuff I left on the counter next to the sonic cleaner? Did you put it away somewhere?”

“Put it away? It was just a bunch of paper towels. When I saw the janitors coming, I just dumped them all into the garbage. Then I cleaned up. Looks great, doesn’t it?”

“You threw away the towels? Did you at least remove Peter’s watch from them first???”

Peter was their general manager, the big boss. She had only seen him her first day at the lab. She had found him to be very intimidating.

“What do you mean Peter’s watch? Why would his watch be in a bunch of paper towels on the lab counter?”

“He asked me to clean it in the sonic cleaner! I wrapped it in the towels so it wouldn’t be in plain view of others.”

“You can’t put a watch in the sonic cleaner!”

“I took it apart from the band and cleaned the band, not the watch itself. Now tell me you’re just playing dumb here and that you didn’t actually throw out his twelve hundred dollar watch!”

“Twelve hundred dollars? Who the heck wears a twelve hundred dollar watch to work?”

“Beth, you ding dong, answer me! Did you or did you not take the watch out before you threw out the paper towels? The paper towels I clearly told you to leave there for me!”

He had indeed told her that he would come back and deal with his mess before he had gone to a meeting. He’d left beakers and flasks to dry on the rack and all these paper towels on the counter. She thought that her cleaning it all up would make him happy. She never thought to look in first.

“I’m sorry Wyatt, I didn’t know about the watch!”

Before Beth could say the whole sentence, Wyatt was out the door, running down the hall. Oh what had she done? How was she supposed to know that he’d left an expensive watch in a bunch of paper towels?

Maybe she should go to the janitorial room and go look for it. But just as she started walking towards the door, Peter walked in.

“Hello Beth! How are you? Is Wyatt around?”

Shit!

“Hello! I’m well, how are you?”

“I’m well too, thanks. So? Wyatt?”

“He’s not here right now but I can tell him that you’re looking him!”

“Please do. Nice seeing you.”

And with that, Peter left the lab. Beth suddenly realised that she could be in deep trouble. If she had indeed thrown out Peter’s watch and they couldn’t find it, she could be on the hook for replacing it. She really should head down to the janitorial room.

Just then, Wyatt came back and said “You owe me one.”

“You found it?”

“Yes. Now let me rephrase that, you own me big time! Has Peter been by yet?”

“Yeah, I told him you’d get back to him.”

“Okay, now let me put this back together in peace.”

Beth went to another part of the lab and continued her cleaning. It was half an hour later and she was chatting with Susan, another lab technician, about dinner plans when Wyatt came in. “Don’t let me interrupt akyurt escort you!”

Susan was telling Beth that she was making meat load for her family for dinner and was explaining the recipe. Then, she asked Beth about her plans. “I plan on making creamy bacon pasta.”

“Ooh, that sounds good!”

“It is. I’ll write down the recipe for you if you want, it’s pretty easy to make.”

“Yes please! Now I have to go. See you guys tomorrow!”

Wyatt waited until Susan was gone to turn to Beth “Hope you have lots ’cause after I’m done having you pay for forcing me to go dumpster diving, we will both be really hungry.”

“What do you mean?”

“Listen you ding dong, I had told you to leave that there and you didn’t listen. I had to go into a garbage dumpster to retrieve Peter’s watch and if I hadn’t done that, not only would you have gotten fired but you’d also have to buy him a new watch so you owe me, big time. And I’ve decided that you’re paying tonight. I’m following you home and you will do everything I tell you to do. Maybe you’ll learn to do what I say from now on.”

“Wyatt, I truly am sorry and will never do that again, I promise.”

“That’s good but I’m still following you home. Let’s go.”

True to his word, Wyatt followed Beth home. Once in her appartment, he said “We’ll eat later. For now, draw me a nice hot bath.”

Beth went to the washroom and started the water going in the tub. Then, she got a fresh towel and wash cloth for Wyatt. She turned to exit the washroom and stopped dead in her tracks. There was Wyatt, in the doorway. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was going to let you have privacy for your bath.”

“Oh no you don’t. You’re staying right here.”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, you’re going to stay right here and wash me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Is there a problem here? I told you that you’re going to do everything I tell you tonight and you are. You are mine, my slave tonight. Otherwise, I tell Peter everything. Understood?”

Beth was stunned. If it had been any other guy, she would have been irate and insulted and sent him packing but there was something about Wyatt… something mesmerizing or magnetic. And it was there in the room with them, this powerful attraction she’d felt from the get go. She wasn’t too sure what it was but she wasn’t going to argue with it. He actually didn’t seem angry so she had to trust that he wouldn’t hurt her in any way. She nodded and stepped aside to give him access to the bath.

Wyatt stood there and said “Beth, I won’t get into the bath fully dressed so undress me.”

Was he serious? Beth looked at him. There was a gleam in his eyes. He was serious… seriously taking advantage. Well, she could play along. She removed his sweater and then his t-shirt, revealing his chest. She had to hold back from touching him just then. The magnetism was strong but she managed to resist it. She reached down to his pants and got them opened up. She realised what would come next and didn’t feel quite ready for that so she circled around him and stood behind him to lower his pants and underwear. She got him to lift one foot after the other so she could remove his socks and pants totally.

Wyatt stepped out of his pants and into the tub. Beth adjusted the inflatable pillow so it would be at the best height for Wyatt. “Wyatt, why don’t you relax for a few minutes. I’ll hang your clothes.”

Beth shook out the pants and hung them up on the hook behind the door. Then, she hung the sweater and t-shirt. She put the undies and socks aside. Having run out of things to fuss on, she looked at Wyatt who altındağ escort simply said “I’m ready and waiting.”

“For?”

“Wash me.”

Beth knelt beside the tub and grabbed the wash cloth. She got it wet and gently washed his face with it. Then, she washed his neck and chest. The arms came next and she found herself relaxing. There was something very soothing in gently washing him. She had him lean forward and washed his back slowly. When she was done, she had him lean back and then went to his feet. As she made her way up his legs, she avoided looking at him. She knew she had to wash everything. She talked to herself in her mind “Come on girl, you can do this. Think of it as another foot. And you won’t be touching it directly, you have the wash cloth.”

She rubbed soap on the washcloth and then gently ran the cloth on his privates. She tried to be as professional as could be. When she was all done, she asked “Do you want to soak a little longer or are you ready to come out?”

Wyatt reached for the bath stopper and pulled it up, signaling that his bath was over. He stood up and got out of the tub. Beth went to hand him the towel and saw him spread his arms. It was clear, he was expecting her to dry him too. But hadn’t he said that she had to do what he told her? She just stood there, waiting for his next command.

“What are you waiting for? Dry me.”

She started at his shoulders and dried his back, his arms and then his chest. After that, she got down on a knee and dried his feet, his legs and his thighs, leaving his privates for last. As she was drying his penis, she saw it enlarge and get longer. He put his hands on her head and gently pulled her towards his cock. Beth didn’t move or do anything.

“Oh, you want me to spell it out for you, don’t you?”

“You said I had to do what you told me. I’m waiting for your next command.”

“Fellate.”

That was clear! Beth dropped the towel to the floor and wrapped her hand around his cock. She opened her mouth and took him in. She felt the head of his penis jerk up a few time and get to its full size. She ran her tongue around it gently while she pumped his shaft with her hand. She pulled him in as far as it could go and pulled back, doing this a couple of times, very slowly.

Beth pulled him out of her mouth so she could plant little kisses up and down his shaft and his testes and then used her tongue to give little licks, teasing him. She gently nibbled on his shaft with her teeth while she played with his testes with her hand. She got back to the tip and took it into her mouth once again. She heard him sharply breathe in when she did that. She simulated copulation with her mouth for a while but figured it was too soon to let it come so went back to teasing his shaft. After a while of alternating between the two stimulations, she figured he was more than ready to come so she took him in her mouth and rubbed the underside of his cock with her tongue while moving back and forth. His breathing became ragged. His hands in her hair tightened up and set the pace. He was fucking her face yet respecting her limits and not pushing past what she could take.

She applied a little suction and that was his undoing. He came in her mouth and she took it all. Once he was done, she gently licked him clean and released him. His hands were still in her hair and she just stayed with her cheek against his groin for a moment while he caught his breath.

He then pulled her up and held her to him for a second and then let her go. Grabbing the bottle of lotion on the counter, he said “Let’s go, you’re going to rub that Ankara Anal Yapan Escort in all over me.”

He went to her bedroom, pulled back the covers on the bed and laid down on his stomach and said “Don’t miss any spot and make it feel good.”

Beth didn’t hesitate. She pumped the lotion into her hands and warmed it up before putting it on his neck, shoulders and arms. She slowly and methodically worked in the lotion everywhere, enjoying caressing him everywhere. Down his back, massaging the lower back for a while and over his buttocks and down his legs. Every bit of him got lotion. When she was done his feet, he turned around and gave her access to his front. But before she could start, he said “I want you to strip. I want you to be naked while you do the front.”

Beth slowly took off her clothes and set them aside. Her nipples were already hard and she could see that he noticed. But he didn’t do anything, at least not then.

Again, Beth started at the top and worked her way down. She noticed that his nipples were quite sensitive so came back to caress them a few times. She opted to by pass the middle and go to his feet and work her way up from there. While she was working, she felt his hand reach for her and rest on her lower back. By the time she got to the top of his thighs, his cock was hard again. She gently massaged lotion on his testes and the inner thighs and all around his penis but left it alone. His own hand snaked its way between her legs and caressed her vulva. Then, a finger pressed the seam of her outer lips and made its way into a very wet pussy. Beth tried to not react but he caught on to her short but sharp intake of breath. Was that a smirk on his face? He knew she was turned on, knew she wanted this as much as he did, knew she was ready.

Suddenly, he grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed. Beth squealed in surprise. He pulled her over him and onto the other side of him. He then quickly flipped around so he was on top of her, his head between her thighs and his cock dangling at her mouth. He started licking her pussy, causing her to arch her back and moan. As he plundered her pussy with his mouth and tongue, she took his cock in her mouth again, licking and teasing him.

Beth couldn’t focus, not with his tongue working his magic on her pussy. His fingers found their way into her again and rubbed along with his tongue. It was heavenly. He didn’t seem to even notice that she was barely doing anything to his cock. He licked and flicked and rubbed deliciously, making Beth squirm and moan. It didn’t take long and she was having a strong orgasm.

As soon as the orgasm ebbed away, Wyatt turned around and pushed his hard cock into her, filling her completely. Slowly, he moved in and out, ensuring he wasn’t going to fast or hard until she was ready. When she started moving her hips against him, he sped up for a while. He varied his speed and angle and then moved her around to take her from behind. His hand held her hip and he fucked her slowly but surely. He twisted her so she would somewhat be on her back and he lifted her one leg over his hip. He then had access to rub her clit while he fucked her. Her breathing got shorter again, indicating that she was getting close to a second orgasm. He kept fucking and rubbing her pussy, pressing down on her clit as he did so.

“Come for me Beth.”

And she did, moaning through an amazing orgasm that shook her whole body. He pounded into her as she came, groaning his own release. As they laid there panting, he gently pulled the covers over them and held her in his arms. Then, he pulled her face to his and kissed her, their first kiss. He nuzzled against her and said “You know you can have this without having me dumpster dive for you, right?”

“I thought this was punishment.”

“Next time you want this, break a flask or a beaker, okay?”

“It might cost you a lot of glassware.”

“It’ll be worth every penny. Now, think you can make me some of that pasta? I’m hungry.”

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How had it come to this? She considered herself a strong, independent woman. She had had no choice after her husband left her with two young children, no job, and only a high school diploma. He had been her high school sweetheart, the only man she had ever loved, the man who swore he would take care of her. She had bottled up all her rage, disappointment, and pain and forged ahead without him. She had put herself through school balancing class work, working shifts as a waitress, and being a mom, graduating at the top of her class. She was very grateful to her parents and her in-laws who helped her with babysitting. The later as much out of shame for their dead-beat son’s behaviour as out of love for their grand-children. She now had a Master’s degree in chemical engineering and was working as a manager in a well respected engineering firm designing waste water management systems to improve agriculture in the third world. Though she was proud of everything she had accomplished alone, she missed the kind of intimacy that family and friends could not give her.

So how had it possibly come to this? She was naked. No, not just naked, she had been stripped. Her clothes lay beside her; nothing more than a pile of tattered rags now. She was on her knees on a cold tiled floor which was made all the more uncomfortable because she was keeping her back as straight as possible with her hands clasped behind her back. Her head was bowed low, her long auburn curls cascading all around her face obscuring her sight to only a few squares of the cruel tile that bit into her knees. She felt humiliated. She felt weak. She felt free. Her heart was racing but it leaped into her throat as soon as she heard His footsteps approaching her.

*****

She thought he was probably too old for her as she scanned her inbox on the dating site. He was cute though, she liked a man with facial hair and a nice smile. Of course most older men only wanted one thing and were certainly not shy about asking for it. She corrected herself, almost every man that had contacted her on this site in the two months she had been on it seemed to only want one thing. She was apparently a MILF and was hot until she said “no”, then she became a stuck up bitch. With a heavy sigh, expecting the worst, she opened the message.

*Biochemical engineering, eh? How close are you to cloning dinosaurs… asking for a friend.*

She smiled. At least it wasn’t a dick pic and he had read her profile. But still, she felt a slight twinge of displeasure at having her profession mocked. So many men were intimidated by her profession that they tried either to dismiss her accomplishments or to try mansplaining things to her. It was so pathetic. So she fired back a message.

*What are you 7?*

It was probably more aggressive than she wanted to be, and she felt guilty as she looked over his profile more closely. He was educated, athletic, his profile was well written and witty. He was widowed with two children. She started to feel terrible and was about to see if she could delete the message when his answer came back. She opened it wondering what vile name she would be called.

*”All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.” -Marie Curie*

“Fuck.”

Her son looked up form his homework with an excited look on his face. Mom had used a curse word, it was the two dollar one too, he was getting that new video game in no time. She blushed deeply and told him to get back to work. And that’s where it all began.

She had suggested a coffee date, he countered with bubble tea because coffee was too cliché and she agreed, she had never had it before and liked being more adventurous in her life, or so she said. It was horrible. Though the tea was okay if a little too sweet, the slimy tapioca balls made her gag as she watched him happily suck down his with an impish grin. She ordered herself a plain green tea as he joyfully finished hers. The grin never left his lips. His eyes were warm and he cocked his head to the side when he looked at her, in the eyes, not at her breasts while she talked. She found it endearing that he listened to her without interrupting. He wasn’t trying to gainsay whatever she was trying to say, it was so relaxing.

But then her self-doubt decided to make an unbidden appearance. Maybe he just wasn’t interested it whispered in her ear. It was hard to turn your back on two decades of being told you don’t matter but she was not going to let her past dictate her future. She felt a little nervous but decided to put her cards on the table.

“You’re being awfully quiet. What are you thinking?”

His smile broadened and was that a slight blush to his cheeks?

“You have the most perfect eyebrows I have ever seen.”

She blushed, hard, despite herself. She felt it begin in her cheeks and move like a wild fire across her face and down to her chest. That was not what she had expected. She had some issues with her body, as everyone probably did, but Dikmen Escort he had found one of the things she loved most about herself. She stammered out something to give herself time to recover.

“Are you always this quiet on a first date?”

He laughed, it was rich and full and made her smile as his eyes crinkled, something she just found so sexy in a man.

“I like being quiet. I have always found that if you create a comfortable silence for someone, they will fill it with themselves.”

And she had, she realized. She had filled his silence with herself, or at least an enormous part of herself: she had filled it with her guilt. She felt guilty as a mother for abandoning her children to go to work so that they would have a better life than she had. She felt guilty as a manager at her engineering firm since she could not give them the 80 hour weeks other, younger, childless engineers could give. She felt guilty almost all the time. And he had listened. He had absorbed every word. No judgement, no comments until she had finished speaking. She had never experienced anything like it in her personal or professional life. She usually had to fight tooth and nail to be heard and acknowledged. And she felt guilty for that too. She cocked her head to the side and smiled. There was a moment of silence before he laughed again.

“I suppose turn about is fair play.”

And so he took his turn to fill her silence with himself. He had been a widower for five years. He had two children of his own, though he had come to parenthood much later than she had. It had been hard. She immediately empathized with the guilt he felt at being a truly single parent. It was refreshing to be able to connect with a man who understood how hard it was to make time for someone around kids when you don’t get a week long or even weekend reprieve. He had a Master’s degree himself though in the arts, French Literature, something in which she had very little background. He spoke passionately about his kids, his running, and the music he loved. His passion was addictive and she found herself wanting to make a list of songs to listen to when she got home. He spoke fluent French, Italian and even knew a little Sign Language. She could tell he was a born teacher as he joyfully taught her simple words and phrases that made her laugh. He was fun. He was flirty. And time flew. She did not want it to end.

*****

She began to shiver as she heard the sharp click that accompanied His footsteps. He had brought the cane, just like He promised He would if she had been a good girl. The realization that she had been a good girl and would be rewarded for it flooded over her. She felt a sob of joy welling up deep within her chest but suppressed it with every fiber of her being. She was not going to blow it. She needed to be a good girl, she needed to kneel here, unmoving, head bowed. Just as He had told her to.

“Do you think you have been a good girl?”

His voice made her whole being ache with lust. She knew better than to answer. He had demanded her to be unmoving and silent, she was far too experienced now to fall for such a cheap trick. It had not always been so.

*****

It had all begun quite innocently. They had been dating for about three months when it happened. Sex with him had been a series of unbelievable revelations to her. The first of which had been the kissing. Her husband had been the only man she had ever kissed other than chaste cheek kisses with family, friends, and bad Tinder dates. He had been a sloppy, aggressive kisser, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as saliva dripped down her chin. She had always just assumed that was normal. She had always thought the idea of fireworks was some sad Hollywood myth. Then he had kissed her. Their first date was over. He walked her back to her car and they had made awkward small talk. Until he sighed deeply.

“Listen, I would like to kiss you goodnight. Would that be okay?”

She laughed.

“That’s a first, I’ve never been asked before, I usually just try to dodge the lunge.”

He smiled.

“Consent is important to me.”

There was something in his eyes that caught her off guard. Something that reached deeply into her being and flicked a switch. She stepped closer and they kissed. His full lips pressed firmly into hers as his finger tips gently brushed against her cheek. He finished that first kiss and pulled back to stare into her eyes, his hand still on her cheek. His voice was barely a whisper as he brushed a few loose curls away from her eyes.

“That was a perfect way to end a perfect day with a wonderful woman. Thank you.”

Her heart was pounding through her chest and she felt light headed as she looked into his eyes. She had never wanted anything so much in that moment as she wanted him to kiss her again. It left her feeling very small and needy, it was a feeling that both scared and thrilled her.

*****

“You have been such Elmadağ Escort a wonderful student. I am truly impressed by both your open mind and your resolve.”

She was close to the end of her strength. She was starting to shake. She could feel the tears start to well up in her eyes. She was going to fail. She was drowning in waves of guilt and self-doubt. She was so much less afraid of any possible punishment than his disappointment. He stopped right in front of her. She could see the tips of His shoes within the halo of her hair. She could also see the tip of the rattan cane between them. She found new strength in the boost of adrenaline that followed seeing the prize she desired. She could hear Him squat down on His haunches in front of her. He slowly reached out His hand and gently lifted her chin. His warm, kind eyes found hers and she felt a surge of heat pulse within her. He smiled as He gently pushed the hair from her face.

“But you still have so much more to learn.”

The lightest of pressure under her chin, she knew, meant she could finally rise off the floor. Her knees, back and shoulders ached as she rose to her feet which exploded in pins and needles. His mouth was at her ear, a whisper on His lips.

“And because you have been such a good girl for Me, I will teach you something new.”

*****

The kissing only got better from there. His kisses could be fierce and passionate but never became the violating spit soaked mess that her husband’s had been. His tongue was soft, exploring, and teasing. He used his teeth to rake her lower lip, to nibble her earlobes; an area she never thought of as particularly sexual but the feeling of his breath on her skin and the sounds of his passion quickly made it her favourite spot to be kissed. At least until his lips found her nipples.

This was the first time she had been to his house. It would also be her first sleepover. His children were with their grandparents for the weekend so he had offered to cook for her. She had never had a man cook for her. She arrived on time at his small cape cod dressed in a light blouse and skirt. She loved the way the skirt hugged her curves. The first thing she noticed was the garden. So many flowers… daisies, black eyed Susans, lilies, and lavender that spilled out onto the walkway. The couldn’t help herself but stop and smell, she loved lavender. He met her at the door with a kiss that melted her knees. As she walked in she noticed the living room was littered with toys and books. Some children’s books, and some novels, including the latest one she had suggested he read. She could hear sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen and she could smell the wonderful aroma of the food he was preparing for her. Her stomach almost growled; she had been too nervous to eat lunch. He smiled sheepishly as he looked at the mess.

“Welcome to the war zone. Believe it or not I actually spent three hours cleaning today.”

She laughed, it was an all too familiar scene in her life. She was glad he had suggested meeting at his house because she was embarrassed at the state of her house.

“And by clean I mean shoved everything in their rooms and closed the doors.”

He lead her into the kitchen to get her a glass of wine. The fridge was covered in art and pictures of his children. She smiled. There was something irresistibly sexy about a good father. They clinked glasses and sipped their wine. He had bought a bottle of her favourite wine, she had forgotten she had mentioned that to him. They chatted while he put the finishing touches on their meal. She had never had Chicken Kiev, but he insisted her love of garlic butter would insure she enjoyed it.

“Well, better than bubble tea anyway.”

It was running joke in their relationship now. She was taken a little aback at the idea that she was in an actual relationship. Not just dating someone, but in a caring, supportive relationship. She sighed. Hearing her, he turned towards her and winked.

“Coeur qui soupire n’a pas ce qu’il désire.”

The French thing had taken her by surprise. With just a few words in that delicious accent he was able to light a fire through her whole body.

“Did you need something, Mon Coeur?”

She ached for him.

“Maybe just another kiss?”

And so the evening went. They ate. He had been right, the chicken was delicious. She probably had a little too much wine and as much laughter as she could bear.

She insisted on helping with the clean up and once everything was done they found themselves on the couch in the basement. There was a movie he had wanted to watch with her but sitting next to one another the DVD lay on the coffee table, forgotten. They kissed. The passion mounted and she could feel herself getting more and more aroused. He had already touched her breasts before in an epic make out session in his car that had left her shaking. So his strong hands sliding up her side to gently cup her Elvankent Escort breast was not unfamiliar but still as exhilirating. But now she felt bolder. Her skin ached to feel his touch directly. She arched her back and placed her hand on his, guiding it with her shaking hand until it slipped underneath her blouse. Chills raced across her skin as a moan escaped her lips.

*****

She padded quietly behind Him, lead by a single finger as though it were a leash. She had enjoyed the leash and collar He had bought her so much. She had even worn the collar to work one day. He had not insisted, merely suggested it would drive Him crazy if she did. And so she had, shamelessly. Not a single person had made a comment about it. But she no longer needed any physical collar around her neck to know she was His. Of course she had kept it, and wore it every now and again, but the true collar was now around her heart. She was His.

“You will lie down on the bed, face down.”

She did as He asked.

“You will clasp your hands behind your back.”

Again, there would be no need for ropes anymore either. Her sheer desire to please Him would be enough. Of course just because there was no longer any need for them, there would be occasions when she wanted them, this was not a time for that. He insisted that she be as free as possible should she become scared. Her comfort and consent were always foremost in His mind. This would be new for her. She longed for it but He would not take chances with her, she was too dear to Him. She could feel how much He cherished her in every word, every look, and every touch.

“Remember, no matter what, you are My good girl and I love you.”

*****

Her blouse had been gently removed, one button at a time, each inch of newly exposed skin receiving a soft kiss. His eyes never left hers, always looking for the subtle nods she gave him to let him know she wanted more. They had talked about this night for a while, about wanting each other physically. She had been nervous about it, about telling him she wanted him, but now she desperately wanted him. One hand slid behind her and unhooked her bra. She felt like such a child with him, even she couldn’t unhook her bra with one hand, and yet she felt so safe and protected with him. He licked and kissed her breasts. Teasing each nipple until it was so hard it ached. He explored gently. Pushing gently to find out where her edges were. A gentle bite and pull on her right nipple made her wince and he immediately stopped, kissing it gently. When his kisses had trailed across her stomach she began to feel a little self-conscious. She had grown up with three brothers who teased her about the dead fish she kept in her panties and her husband had always told her that she smelled bad. Her mother and father’s strict religious upbringing had been no help in building her self-esteem either. She instinctively pushed her knees together though she loved his kisses so much and how they felt on the soft skin of her stomach. She was getting so wet as his hands, tongue, lips, and teeth danced across her skin. She felt so embarrassed at how wet she was getting, surely he would complain about the smell soon. And her fears seemed to be confirmed as he abruptly stopped his kisses and moved up to lie beside her. Waves of relief and disappointment washed over her leaving her feeling like she would cry. His voice has halting.

“I’m so sorry, did you not like that?”

She stammered.

“N..No, Not at all, I love your kisses, I.. I just…”

She took a deep breath to steady herself then blurted it out. They had promised there would be no secrets between them.

“I just don’t want you to be disgusted by how I smell.”

His look was a mix of concern and confusion.

“You know, farting isn’t that big of a deal. It’s actually kind of funny, really.”

Her face went beat red. How could he not understand. Her embarrassment, shame, and disappointment began to turn to anger.

“No, I mean how I smell… down there.”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes she bit her lip hard to keep them at bay. His look was incredulous at first before realization dawned. His hands immediately cupped her face and he kissed her deeply, passionately. He pulled away, a look of grave concern in his eyes.

“Oh, holy shit. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize. How can I put this.”

He paused trying to find the words as she tried to understand his confusion.

“I like the way you smell, down there.”

Her jaw actually dropped and she felt foolish when it happened.

“For the record I was able to smell you from when I was licking your nipples.”

She blushed hard.

“It’s been driving me crazy. It’s all I could do to keep myself from burying my face in your pussy.”

Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t really understand what he meant.

“I know you’re just trying to be nice…”

He kissed her. Her mind was racing. She was so embarrassed, she felt guilty for ruining his night with her body. She wanted to get up and leave, but she was naked, it would be so awkward, especially for him. She wanted to leave and yet that kiss held her in place like a pinned butterfly. Eventually his lips left hers and she could feel the panic starting again.

“I’m going to eat your pussy.”

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Chapter 2: Tina’s Turn

Get comfortable because we’re diving right in here. This can stand on its own as a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker. If you haven’t gotten off by the end finish up with Chapter 1, where I may have accidently provided the barest hint of plot and character development.

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I found the skeezy slut sitting on my deck steps rubbing her cunt and hitting the bottle of Jack. “Shit, that girl can hold some liquor,” I thought, amazed at how much the tiny whore could put down and party on. I just hoped she wouldn’t pass out or have to go to the hospital for alcohol poisoning before I fucked her.

I grabbed her just below the barbed wire looking tattoo on her upper arm and said, “Let’s go, skank. I’m gonna tear your ass up!”

“Yeah, fuck me good, asshole. Make me feel it. Fuck me real hard,” she slurred as she stumbled after me.

“Oh, I will cunt, but we’re making a detour first. You stink like shit and I ain’t putting my dick in you until you’ve had some soap on you.”

“Fuck you, asshole. My pussy’s clean,” Tina barked and tried to twist away.

“Maybe so after the way Pegs gobbled you up, but the rest of you smells worse than a homeless alcoholic.”

I tossed her in the shower and turned on the water. Tina squealed and thrashed around until the water warmed up. I stepped in with her and started washing her greasy shoulder length blonde hair. Looked like it about time to dye it again to me, what with all those dark roots. It was sort of slutty hot though. Tina started playing with my dick, but I slapped her hands away and told her to stand still. I told her she’d get plenty of dick, just be patient.

I scrubbed her real clean. I dried her off and blew dry her hair for good measure. I’d wondered what she looked like cleaned up because whenever I saw her over at Pegs she was a filthy skank. I brushed her teeth too; just seemed like the right thing to do.

In my bedroom, I looked Tina over. The slut was warm and pink and dry. “Damn,” I thought looking her over, “She’s smoking hot.” Tina’s little no-see-um tits on her tiny little body were actually pint-sized perfect. My dick started to swell.

“See that, Tina? Just looking at you is getting my dick hard. What do you think about that, you hot little gash?”

She didn’t say a word. She just looked me in the eyes and smiled as she sank to her knees. She grabbed my thick dick and licked the underside like a popsicle before wedging it in her mouth. She had to stretch wide to get my fat hog in there, but she made it. I figured the skank must have a trick jaw because I couldn’t believe how much of my dick she jammed in her tiny little mouth and throat. Jeez she was good. I couldn’t remember the last time I had such pure cocksucking talent down on my bone.

The cunt was slobbering and moaning and putting on such a good show I almost decided to drop a load in her gullet, but instead I grabbed her hair and yanked her off my dick.

“Come here, whore. It’s your turn now. You’re gonna get what Peggy goes all drippy for.”

Her boozy eyes were gleaming as she flopped back on the bed with her arms and legs up, desperate for dick. I crawled between those skinny thighs. Damn, I towered over her, seemed even larger in comparison now that she was flat on her back, where I figured she spent a lot of her Emek Escort time.

I decided to give her a real thrill and bore down on that snapper with my magic tongue. I threw the alphabet on that honey cunny then wormed a finger up her ass. I thought the little slag was having a seizure with all the moaning and groaning and wailing and thrashing she was doing. I held on tight and tongued a few lines of some Outlaws songs then moved on to Skynard. The little bitch screamed, went stiff then limp as I tongued fucked her to the guitar solo on Free Bird. Oh yeah.

Tina let go of my head and her nipples and I rose up between her legs and she spread them wide, her natural position. The cunt’s eyes widened as my dick approached her hairless pussy. I grabbed my dick and started slapping her cooze. I slapped my heavy dick right on her clit. She must have been feeling it because she was breathing faster and playing with her nipples again.

I felt her cunt and it was soaked. She actually had a sweet smell and tasted like liquid gold. I scooped up some more pussy juice and fed it to her. She sucked my fingers like she sucked my dick, with gusto.

“You think you can take this, Tina?” I said as my dick started playing up and down that slippery hole. “Ever had a dick this big inside your tiny little body?”

“Maybe. I don’t remember. I don’t think so,” she gasped then moaned as I slowly put two thick inches in her.

I fucked her with a little less than a fourth of my dick, letting her get used to the girth. I planned on fucking her hard as shit, but didn’t want to hurt the skeezy bitch. Hell, I had a soft spot for her.

Her muscles were taught and she was breathing through her nose. Shit, I only had two inches in her. This was gonna fucking be fun.

“Just think what it’ll feel like when you get the rest of this shoved up your cunt. Then, after I drag it through your little pussy, I’m gonna bust your ass wide open. I’m gonna love that. I sure hope you do.”

Tina was dripping. She made small grunting sounds as I gave her a two inch fuck. There was a change in her movements. Her legs pulled on me, which I took as a sign she was ready for more.

“Here goes, slut. Brace yourself,” I said, mostly for effect. I pulled all the way out to give her a baseline, then slowly pressed my dick in as far as it would go, and damn if the little cunt didn’t take it all.

“Oh god, I’m so full,” she moaned. “I’ve never felt so stuffed. Oh god, it feels so good.”

“Okay baby, showtime,” I said and started rocking slowly in and out of her all the way. She made “ohhh” sounds as I pulled out and “ooof” sounds as I slid balls deep. Her pussy was tight, man, gripped my dick like a vice. I couldn’t remember fucking a better pussy, and Peg’s cunt was world class.

I put her ankles up by her ears and started to throw down. It was awesome pounding against that tiny body, her tits too small to even jiggle much. God, she felt so fucking good.

I threw her ankles on my shoulder and leaned down over her. I put my arms around her, scrunched her up and rocked into her. I wanted to give her the fuck of her life. I wanted her think ofme whenever and whoever she fucked.

“Yes. Fuck me. Use me. Harder,” she huffed when she could. Suddenly she let out a huge moan and groan and Eryaman Escort shook all over. She no sooner had stopped when she did it all again. “Don’t stop,” she finally rasped.

I told the roundheeled skank not to worry and pulled her head back and stuck my tongue in that fresh little mouth. Tina’s tongue danced with mine and it felt so right. I wanted to make it good for her. Shit, she was sort of special, I guess.

I spun the petite whore over and commenced to fuck her doggy style. The skank was going “oh, oh, oh” with each thrust. Bitch was loving it. She was pushing back at me, so I grabbed her narrow hips and hit it harder.

“Yes. Do it. Harder,” she cried. I was impressed. Tina could take a pounding and beg for more. I made a mental note to wear this pussy out as often as I could.

Her tight little cunt clamped down on me and she was howling and I couldn’t believe she was creaming on my dick again. That little vise felt like heaven sliding around my thick dick.

I put my hands on her back and pushed her down. Face on the bed, that sexy little body curving ass up to meet my dick as I fucked her hard. A few more strokes and I shouted out my come and kept on fucking.

The skank groaned as she felt my spunk splash deep in her cunny. I surprised her by fucking through my come. Nice talent to have with pussy this ripe.

I slowed down to a moderate pace and grabbed some lube off the bedside table. I figured it was about time Tina got some ass treatment. I squirted some on her heiney hole and worked it in with my thumb.

Tina gave some lazy little coos and reached between her legs to massage my balls when they got within reach. I took my time, slowly opening her hole. When I got a few meaty fingers in I figured it was now or never and put a generous squirt of lube in her ass.

I pulled out of her steamy cunt and lay on my back next to her. Tina snuggled in tight and kissed me and fireworks went off in my brain. I figured the weed was fucking with my neurotransmitters again.

I pulled Tina onto me, and she felt so small and delicate I almost had a feeling. I said gently, “Okay, slut, you’re gonna go cowgirl on me first. I don’t want to tear your asshole. I just want to fuck it hard.”

“Mmm. That’s so kind of you, fuckhead. I’m gonna get you in my ass. Then I’m gonna get used to it. Then I want you to fuck me as hard as you fucked my tight little cunt. You ever had a pussy this tight? I’m special that way. You have a thick dick and I have a tight little pussy. And an even tighter ass.”

My dick went diamond and I thought, “Goddamn, this little slag is a firecracker!”

Tina rose off me, put some lube on my dick, which looked massive in her tiny hand. She straddled me, looked me in the eyes and smiled, grabbed the Jack from the night stand and took a hit. She grabbed my hair and pulled. My face came up and she poured some Jack in my mouth, said with a loopy smile, “You’re gonna need that. I don’t want you to come in my tight ass before I’m ready for you to come in my tight ass.”

I couldn’t believe this bitch. She was fucking nuclear! With pussy like this I couldn’t understand why her boyfriend was fucking around on her.

Tina got in position and settled down with my dick at her asshole. I could feel the heat. She Esat Escort closed her eyes and slowly rocked. I stayed still, watching her hair flow with her movements. I watched how sensuous she was, how much pleasure she took in fucking, how uninhibited she was with her body. I couldn’t remember ever having been with such an erotic woman. I marveled at the skank and almost wanted to cuddle, but I had some serious ass fucking to do first.

She slowly rocked deeper and deeper, hisses coming from her lips. I could only imagine what she was feeling. Immense pressure at her tiny ass. A thick pressure slowly spreading her ass rings. Shit, I thought I was at a Lamaze class the way she was sucking in air and whuffing it out.

Slowly, slowly, and finally, with a loud groan she sank halfway down my dick. She was breathing hard, her eyes were closed and her face scrunched up.

“Oh fuck! You’re huge. Gimme a minute,” Tina slurred and kept breathing like my cunt wife did when she had that kid. I suspected the brat wasn’t mine now that I considered it. Shit started clicking into place, but I’d have to think about it later because Tina was almost ready to rock.

Tiny movements up and down. The whore was getting used to my fat dick. She was moving slowly all the way down and all the way back up. I watched the skeeze’s face as it relaxed and a small grin emerged. I thought, “Fucking A. Do your thing.”

The tiny skank started to get into it and was riding my dick like a jockey on the home stretch. Her hair was flying and she was grunting her joy and I let the sexy little skag have her fun.

I finally pegged her to me and flipped us over. It was time to drive her home. She pulled her legs up high and wide to give me room to work and I threw myself at her with a variety of pitches. Jackhammer fastball straight down the middle, a fast down-stroke and a slow side pull, back and forth and in and out. I popped that ass, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. As much as I loved looking at the ecstasy on the little whore’s face, I loved the feeling of my dick in that steamy ass even more. Hell, it was even tighter than Peg’s smoking hot ass. Tina was grunting and moaning and screeching at me to fuck her harder because she was about to come.

It was getting late so I decided to grant her wish. I picked up the pace and she was almost hysterical with the pleasure. She squeezed her barely there tits and rubbed her snatch. I drilled down into that ass over and over and faster and faster, and maybe we’re soulmates because we both yelled and spasmed at the same time. My come blazed into her hot ass, and she groaned and put her arms and legs around me as I collapsed on her tiny body. I rolled to her side, cradled her in my arms and almost had a tender feeling for the slut.

“That was good, girl, real good,” I said softly. “I’m surprised you can take it like you can.”

“Yeah, thatwas good. I love it hard. I may be petite, but I’m tough. By the way, you sure know how to use that thing.”

“You’re staying her tonight, right? You’re in no shape to drive anywhere.”

“Yeah,” she said lazily, “if it’s all right with you.”

“Absolutely. ‘Night, girl,” I said and gave her a gentle squeeze.

“‘Night, asshole,” she said kindly with a small smile on her face.

I was a little surprised to find I did kind of like Tina. Something about her connected with me. I wondered if I’d do anything about it as I drifted off to sleep with her snuggled up against me. I guess I’d have to see what daylight would bring.

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“What would it take to get you to suck a dick?” Her voice was strong and cutting. We had been joking around a little but I wasn’t sure if the question was supposed to be a joke.

“A million dollars!” I laugh, deciding to play it like it was a joke. The hotel bar was nearly empty, just the three of us sitting at a table in the corner, getting served by a sleepy bartender watching sports highlights on the TV. Angela and Sam, those were their names. I think that’s their names. We were all killing time in the hotel bar, watching the end of a college football game, and had struck up a conversation. I was stuck here for another night because my plane was overbooked. I don’t know what their story was.??The game had been over for an hour and we were still chatting. Sam had a couple of days of stubble, and wore an expensive watch with a button down shirt and jeans. Angela was a heavyset and comfortable with it. She wore a top that emphasized her generous cleavage and a skirt that emphasized her hips. Her long, black hair was pulled into a braid that casually fell over one shoulder. She wasn’t my type, physically, but she had personality to burn.

She put her beer bottle down on the table with a loud clink. “That’s such a lame answer. Kind of a cop out, isn’t it?” She leans forward now, challenging me. “You’ve never been curious? Not even a little bit?”

I still laugh, “Nope, not at all. Is that so wrong?” I’m lying, and I can’t tell if she knows.

“You’ve had your dick sucked, I assume, and enjoyed that?”

She waits, staring at me and I listen to the silence at our table. How do you even answer that question? “Of course I’ve had my dick sucked, it’s awesome. I just think actually sucking isn’t for me. I admire those who can do it, but it can’t be easy.” I smile my warmest, most flirtatious smile and drink from my beer when I think I can’t hold it any longer, tasting the bitter, warm sips from the bottom of the bottle.

Angela has been a little flirtatious all night, but now she was getting aggressive about it. My eyes glance over at Sam, and I see that he is watching me very closely. Uncomfortably closely. It’s like they know I’m hiding something and want to watch me crack. I should have just said goodnight and gone back to my room, but I like playing with fire. If these people want to stir the pot, I can do that too.

“What’s it take to get you to suck a dick,” I ask Sam.??He laughs. “Not that much, when you think about it. A nice smile and good manners.”

“Really? And how many dicks have you sucked?”

“Four.”

“Five,” she corrects him. “Remember the one…”

He smiles and looks at me. “Oh yeah, the premature, you know. Does that count?”

“You swallowed.”

He finishes his beer and looks at me. “If she says it counts, then it counts. Five.”

Not the answer I was expecting. Not from this urban cowboy, not by a mile. I feel like the whole room has shifted. They could have been playing around, but not anymore. There was a distinct sexual charge in the air.

The truth is I was a little curious about sucking a guy off, but never curious enough to chase it down. Outside of masturbating with a guy friend once at a high school sleepover, I’d never done anything remotely gay in my life. But I was curious, and Angela seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to hook me.

“Let’s get more specific,” Angela said. “What would it take for you to suck Sam’s dick?”

That caught me completely off-guard and made me freeze. Tingles ran down my back. The conversation had been a little flirtatious up until now, but this was a bold declaration. Something in her tone made it anything but hypothetical. I finished my beer and looked at Sam. His strong jaw, broad masculine shoulders, streaks of grey in his short black hair. As soon as she said it, the idea of kneeling in front of him popped into my mind. Would I do it? Could I do it?

Looking at him, maybe I could. Judging from the shiver that ran through me, maybe I really wanted to. Sam was masculine and rugged. The idea of kneeling Çubuk Escort and looking up at him seemed suddenly quite real. That thought scared the hell out of me, what was happening here? Was she really propositioning me, or was this just more bar talk?

I don’t know how long I thought about how to answer. It was probably just a couple of seconds, but felt like an eternity in my head as I raced through a million different things to say. “Right here? Probably a lot more beer!”

I laughed again, hoping I wouldn’t be laughing alone. Sam smiles and chuckles with me. Angela laughs a little, too. “So we’ve dropped from a million dollars to a couple of beers? You’re a lousy negotiator!”

We all laugh at that. Sam stays leaned back in his chair, long legs and cowboy boots marking off territory under the table, so close to me. Without looking, I know he’s looking at me, staring, and I know the conversation isn’t going to end here. Silence creeps back in for a minute, and I realize they’re serious. I also realize that I can’t stop thinking about giving a blowjob.

Sam leans forward. “We’re here because we were supposed to have a threesome with somebody who flaked on us. But we both like you, and if you want to suck my dick, we can have some fun together.”

I realize that I’m not even debating if I’ll do it or not. Inside my subconscious, I’m not sure there was ever any debate. It’s kind of scary, but I’m in. An hour ago, I was just a tired business traveller watching a boring football game. Now I’m about to go and suck a stranger’s cock while his wife watches. She’s not my type but she’s so sexual, the idea of her watching me do this really turns me on.

“You guys want another drink?” I really want another beer to steady my nerves. I’m committed to the idea, but I wouldn’t mind the help.

Angela shakes her head no and waves for a bar tab. “First off, no more beers. If you’re going to do this, you will do it sober.” She leans forward, consciously pushing her cleavage up, creating a dark shadow that matches the dark eye liner that underscores the intensity in her eyes. “If you suck his dick, I will do anything you want. So… what will it take to get you to suck his dick?”

Funny how you can think a million thoughts and none at the same time. I was flying out in the morning, and I might never come back here again. The odds of seeing this couple again were zero. Right now, they didn’t even know my full name. I could do this and nobody would ever know.

But how do you answer that question. What would it take? What do you ask for? My body was tingling and my dick was so hard I had to shift in my seat to free it. I guess it does just take good manners, because all I want is the chance to suck a dick. I suppose I should ask for something buy my mind goes blank. I swallow, reflexively, and think about swallowing with a load of cum in my mouth. Somewhere very quickly I went from never having sucked a dick to wanting to suck one very, very badly. Sam was starting to take on a cowboy sexiness now, there was something undeniably rugged about him. I could suck his cock. I probably will suck his cock.

What would it take? “Let’s see what happens.”

A minute later, we’re in the elevator lobby and I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. I said to Angela that I’d want to fuck her, but I’m not sure that’s true. She didn’t bat an eye, she just took my hand and led me here. Sam took my other hand and his touch was mindblowing. It was like some giant flashing ‘gay’ alarm went off in my head, but I was no longer scared of it. I wasn’t gay, I was just going to suck a cock. I wanted to feel a man taking me.

Someone from housekeeping waited for the elevator with us, and none of us spoke, keeping our secret, not wanting to break the spell. Inside the elevator, the three of us stood right next to each other. To the housekeeping maid, it might look like we were giving her cart of towels some space. Between us, the electricity was surging. Angela still held my Demetevler Escort hand and her touch seemed to put every doubt in my head on mute.

We walked down the hallway to their room. On a nightstand was a couple of bottles of lube and a dildo. A small leather bag on the floor had a few more sex toys. Whoever this couple was, they came prepared.

“Can I see you naked,” I asked Angela? I awkwardly moved my free hand toward her waist, wanting to feel those massive breasts, but she intercepted it and put my hand right back in place.??”No, honey. Let’s just do this.” Her tone was gentle but firm. Her hands holding mine down were much firmer. “You know that you want to.”

Sam leaned against the desk, grabbing the edge with his hands, letting his legs open a little. “Is this how you want to do this?”

“Um, I guess so. Is this how you want it?” Suddenly I start to realize that I have no idea what to do. At all.

“Sure thing, cutie. Come on over here.”

Angela lets my hands go and pats me on the butt. “Go on, it’s OK. He won’t bite.”

I take a tentative step forward, then another, and then I’m just a couple of feet away from him. I can see a bulge in his crotch, waiting for me. What do I do now? Just get down on my knees? Angela sits in a chair near the window, glowing in the cheap orange light of the desk lamp. Her legs are spread and I can see that she’s not wearing any panties.

“Here, honey. You’ll want this.” She throws me one of the pillows from the bed. For a moment I don’t have any clue what I’m supposed to do with it, then the obvious reason hits me. I position the pillow between Sam’s cowboy boots and let myself fall to my knees.

For some reason, taking off a belt that you’re not wearing seems like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I am shaking, Fingers, hands, wrists, elbows, arms, shoulders, head and neck. Shaking. In a minute I’m going to have a man’s cock in my mouth. This is the gayest thing I’ve ever done, and the surprise of how much I want to try this is amazing. My own cock is throbbing painfully in my jeans and I have to shift so it springs upright. I’m so fucking horny right now that sucking a cock seems like a great fucking idea.

Sam’s pants come down and his cock springs free. I admire it for a moment, it’s bigger than mine, maybe by an inch. How is this going to fit in my mouth? Seriously, here, on my knees, eye to eye with it, I have no idea. What’s really overwhelming is the smell, the powerful, musky scent. The smell is the most intoxicating part, and I close my eyes and breathe in deeply.

Angela is masturbating in her chair, skirt pulled up, hand rubbing her bald pussy. After all this build up, what I do next is pretty unceremonious. I reach up with my right hand and take Sam’s cock into my mouth and boom, just like that, I’m sucking a dick.

I let it sit in my mouth for a second, feeling the warmth, tasting it, feeling how firm it is. It tastes a little salty, and my tongue can feel where the shaft ends and the head begins. Testing it, I suck my cheeks in a little. I breathe in through my nose. It is kind of like having a giant lollipop in your mouth, suction can squeeze it a little, so I test moving my head. Saliva starts to coat his cock and I can slip back and forth, feeling the head of his cock shifting in my mouth.

I rock back and forth like that a few times, and Sam puts his hands on my shoulders. Just doing that almost makes me cum myself. For some reason, the cock in my mouth is OK, but the hands holding me there on the cock make me feel so submissive and helpless that I’m about to explode. Without using any pressure, his hands gently guide me in a back and forth rhythm, moving his cock in and out of my mouth.

For a minute, that’s all I do, taking in the fact that I’m sucking a dick. Really sucking a dick. But then the weirdest thought I’ve had yet kicks in, if I’m going to suck a cock, I’m going to do it right. I think about what memorable blowjobs have done for me in the past and Dikimevi Escort I bring my hands up. One hand cups his balls, one explores the inside of his thighs. I let my eyes look up, trying to make myself docile and submissive and adoring. Sam looks down at me and smiles, running a hand over my cheek.

Spit and pre-cum drip down my chin, and his cock is slippery from top to bottom. I can’t manage to take more than half of it in my mouth, then I remember the best thing ever with blowjobs. I grab his cock with my right hand, making a tight circle with my thumb and forefinger, and start to pump him. I’m sucking a dick. Just like a woman. Sucking a dick. Sucking a dick. Sucking a dick.

It’s so much harder than it ever looked. Sam’s dick is in my mouth but I can feel every movement of his body. My jaw gets tired from holding the suction, but I can’t stop. I won’t. His hand moves from my shoulder to my neck, grabbing my hair and speeding me up. Realizing I can’t fight him at all is a little scary, but then I relax and let me fuck my face, finding that spot on my tongue to rub. I never, ever would have imagined that’s what this would feel like.

I like it. It’s an incredible feeling. Taking his raw masculine energy inside of me, feeling his excitement build with every twitch of his cock. Just surrendering myself to kneel here and suck another man’s cock makes me wildly happy.

Angela comes over and kisses Sam deeply. I can smell her pussy, and as soon as she breaks the kiss, she goes back to rubbing it, inches away from my face. Sam’s hips shift, and he starts to moan. She’s cumming, I think. Is it weird to be annoyed that she’s horning in on my action? Suddenly I want to say, “hey lady, I’m sucking a cock here” but then before I can do anything I can feel the muscles in his thighs tensing up. I can feel the cock in my mouth pulsing. He doesn’t have to say it, I know he’s going to cum.

I try to moan as sexily as I can, which is damn near impossible with a big cock in your mouth. So much is going on around me now I can barely concentrate. Moaning and pulsing and sucking and throbbing and grabbing and suddenly Sam exhales with a grunt and my mouth is full of cum. There’s so much of it, and it’s just there so quickly that I can’t even feel it spurting out. My mouth is full, and I swallow, getting most of his cum down in one gulp then I sit back, letting his softening cock slip out of my mouth. A glistening trail of spit and cum connects the tip to my lips, and feeling proud, I lean in and kiss the tip and lick my lips clean.

Then I sit back on my heels and close my eyes for a second. Jaw hurting, the taste of his cock and his cum overwhelming, my own cock bursting. I just sucked a cock. For the rest of my life, I can now say I’ve sucked a cock. I’m a cocksucker. Literally. And a good one. My hand is pumping my cock through my jeans and I cum before I realize it. Shivering from head to toe, bending over, pumping a hot load over and over into my underwear. Sam’s hand finds the back of my neck and rubs it while I cum and it’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever hand.

I stay there on my knees for another minute, feeling the glow of my orgasm subside, and then my knees start screaming at me to stand up.

“I did it.”

Angela gives me a huge hug, pressing her huge breasts into me, “You did so good! How do you feel?”

“I’m good, but I kinda need some time to think about this.”

Sam smiles at me. “You did that like a champ. Really good.” I look at him, and suddenly the most awkward moment imaginable hits. I just sucked his cock, do I shake his hand? Give him a hug? What’s the etiquette here? Unable to decide, and really wanting to have some quiet time, I just nod my appreciation.

“Here.” Angela hands me a minibar bottle of vodka and I gulp it down, the sharp alcohol cutting through the musky traces of sweat and cum in my mouth. The cum in my own shorts is rapidly getting colder and stickier. It’s probably already soaked into my pants.

“Thank you, that was… incredible.”

At the door as I’m leaving, Sam speaks up again. “You did a damn good job, number six. Would never know it was your first time.”

I smile and let the door close behind me. I’m number six… fuck, that just sounds sexy. What would it take? Now that I’ve popped my cherry, a cute smile and a please might be all I’d need to do it again.

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We pull into my garage and I reluctantly pull you away from my tool so I can park the car. I contemplate taking the stairs so I can watch my prize as you walk up or taking the elevator. We take the elevator for I might only have 1 load left in me for the night and I want to make it special. As the elevator doors close our bodies crush each other as I kiss you softly and then more passionately. We continue the kiss until we get to my door.

As we enter my apartment you beg me to take you but I insist that we make it last. By now your buzz has warn off and I make you my special drink. You taste it and notice it tastes like pineapple juice with a kick. As you relax and enjoy this drink I disappear. By now you finish your drink and I stand you up and cover your eyes with my hands leading you. All you can hear is running water and smell something sweet. I remove my hands and you notice that the sweet scent is a candle burning in the sink and the tub is filled with sweet smelling bubbles.

I slowly undress you and slowly reveal your breasts with elongated nipples and your stomach covered in goose bumps. You try to remove my clothing but I stop you and continue to strip you until Büyükesat Escort you stand before me in your beauty and the longing in your face shows that you want to be taken at any cost. Was it the teasing or the drink? You don’t care you just want to be filled. I lower you into the tub and let the bubbles engulf you. I again disappear. I return naked holding a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. I hand you a glass but you prefer my manhood in your mouth instead. I fight the urge and join you in the tub. you lean into me and close your eyes sipping the wine as I caress your body. All your senses are on fire.

I leave you in the tub and dry off. when I return I slowly remove you and dry you off stopping to taste your lips, neck, breasts, stomach, pussy, thighs, legs. I then lead you to the bedroom and lay you down. Your body is limp by now and you beg me to take you. The combination of sexual tension and alcohol has your head spinning. You wonder where have all these sexual feelings been hiding. You feel as if the animal in you has finally been released.

I lay down next to you and continue to explore your body. You grab my Çayyolu Escort hand and bring it down to your sex. I can feel the moistness and heat. I trail my tongue down to your sex and lick and tease you until you explode, screaming and soaking my face with your sweet juices. All of a sudden your animalistic urges increase and you begin to passionately kiss me, pushing me down and mounting me. I try to stop you. I try to slow you down. ‘we cant’, I tell you. ‘let me get a condom first’ I say. You continue as a lion seeking its prey. The look of lust on your face is exotic. You scream in passion as you increase your tempo.

The feel of my throbbing member in you all you want. you beg to feel me erupt in you, to fill you. you long to feel my juices and yours running down your legs to feel our juices in you. You slow down to take me deeper, you feel me hit your cervix as you impale yourself on me. Its your turn to have me now as you feel me throb inside you. As I expand and with one final plunge you feel me grab you and hold you tight as I explode in you. The throbbing subsides and sweat pours down our bodies but we are to weak Cebeci Escort to move. You lay on top of me and enjoy the feel of our juices mingle. You slowly drift off to sleep in my arms dreaming of how I can top this night.

You awake the next morning with an unexplained glow. You look around to see if it was a dream but you can still feel our juices in you and you see my morning hardness glowing with our juices. You are tempted to lick it off but you decide that it is better if I rest. You get up to take a shower contemplating these past few days. You’ve never felt so care free and sexual. You have no clue what has come over you. The swallowing of my juices was one thing but the anal and the want and need to feel my juices in you was another. As you come to the conclusion that this is what you came for anyhow. Your shower is interrupted by my presence joining you.

You smile as I place my arms around you and you look down and ask ‘is that for me?’. My soft slow kiss answers your question as you position my manhood by the entrance to your pussy. I enter you from behind slowly as you savor the feeling. You have no idea where these urges are coming from and you don’t care. You hunger for it now. You climax quickly. You turn around and beg me to drown you in my cum, as your tongue licks the underside of my tool your hands stroke me vigorously trying to coax the cum out. Unable to last long I spew all over your tongue, face, and breasts. A satisfied grin runs across your face.

To Be Continued…

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