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Stan was surprised to receive a genuine reply to his posting on Craigslist.

“Free portraiture and/or boudoir photography” was the heading. The only replies so far had come from husbands with a fantasy to see their wife pose, but wouldn’t, or from blokes who wanted to pose nude. Stan had soon gave a quick ‘no’ response to those!

So, the enquiry from Natasha was a pleasant surprise, considering she had given her number and asked Stan to call.

He was nervous as he tapped the number into his phone and could feel his heart beating a little faster as he waited for an answer.

“Hi, this is Natasha” came a bright happy voice at the end of the line. “Oh, hello Natasha, this is Stan – you responded to my ad on Craigslist?”

“Hi Stan, so good of you to call, I wasn’t sure if the ad was genuine.” She said,

“Same here” he laughed. “what type of photos are you looking for?” he asked.

“I’m not sure but I’ve always wanted to be a model.” Natasha replied.

“Well, let’s just do a fun shoot and see what happens.” Stan suggested.

“Sounds great to me, how about tomorrow?” Natasha was keen!

They arranged to meet at Natasha’s flat the following evening for a test shoot, Stan was nervous as he had only worked with a handful of models previously and Natasha sounded gorgeous.

He wasn’t sure what to expect as he knocked at the door of Natasha’s flat with his equipment – a camera bag and a big bag full of portable lighting, hoping he had got the right address.

“Oh hi, you must be Stan!” she threw her arms around him as though they had known each other for years. And she was just as gorgeous as Stan had hoped. “This is my sister Nicola, is it OK if she is around?”

“The more the merrier!” he replied, almost open mouthed as Nicola was just as gorgeous as her sister. Stan also spotted a half-empty bottle of Prosecco on the table, the girls must be getting in the mood.

“Can we get you a drink Stan? We’re having one!” Natasha enquired as he started to unpack his gear.

“Just a glass of water while I set these lights up, if that’s OK.”

Within five minutes Stan had got the lights set up in the living room and was ready to start. Natasha şerifali escort was wearing a white blouse and jeans whilst her sister had on a grey jumper and jeans. Both were wearing ankle-length boots.

“OK, ready when you are Natasha”

Natasha gulped down a mouthful of Prosecco and now stood in the middle of the room, illuminated by the glow of the lights, looking a little lost. “How do you want me” she enquired.

Stan stifled a grin and replied “whatever comes naturally. How about both hands on your hips and looking straight at the camera, pout a little, let’s see some attitude.”

Natasha smiled, a really cute smile. Stan clicked the shutter of his camera, as he did so the radio trigger set off the remote flash guns, surprising Natasha who started to giggle. Stan clicked of another quick half dozen shots and paused to show Natasha the results on the camera’s screen. She was thrilled, she had never been photographed with professional equipment before and, even though she wasn’t strictly posing the photos were tremendous.

Nicola had been sat on the sofa with her legs curled up underneath her watching Stan take the first shots, she was now curious as to how they looked and came over to see, she gave her sister a playful tickle and both girls started giggling as Nicola teased Natasha about how good she looked. Natasha said “how about you pose now sis?”

Nicola just giggled again and said she was too shy and sat back on the sofa, still giggling. She looked so cute, just like her sister.

“What’s next?” Natasha asked. Stan though for a second and, pushing his chances a little, asked Natasha to undo a button or two of the blouse “Let’s make these next shots a little sexier” he suggested.

With no objection Natasha undid one then two buttons of her white blouse, which was still tucked into her tight jeans. Stan took a couple of steps back to get a full length shot of the sexy girl before him, white blouse, tight jeans and brown ankle boots.

He had her pose in different positions, hands above her head, one hand on her hip, thumbs tucked unto the waistband of her jeans, looking silivri escort to the camera, away from the lens, full length shots, close ups and several different angles until he achieved the look he was after.

“How about some open blouse shots Natasha, they would be really sexy” Stan suggested “With or without my bra?” Natasha giggled. “Without!” came a giggle from Nicola on the sofa.

“No, leave the bra on, just undo your blouse and try and emphasis your cleavage with your arms, you have a lovely figure.”

Natasha did as asked and Stan took more photos from all angles with Natasha exposing her bra.

Whilst he was taking this sequence of pics, he had noticed Nicola had changed position and was now kneeling up on the sofa trying to get a better view, obviously engrossed in the action. Stan hoped that she would soon get over her shyness.

“OK Natasha, your choice now,” Stan said. “For the next sequence we you can remove bra and we’ll do some nice sexy shots with you just in the blouse or we can do some sexy jeans and bra shots.”

“Will my boobs show?” Natasha nervously asked.

“No, I’ll make sure they are not seen if you are not comfortable” Stan answered, even though he knew he would be able to persuade her to expose her breasts later.

Natasha did as Stan asked and, even though pretending to look away, he caught sight of her beautiful breasts as she took off her bra and quickly put back on the blouse, just as Stan had directed.

The white blouse was tucked into her jeans, making the material quite tight over her body, accentuating her athletic shape.

“Ok, leave the blouse unbuttoned but pull it together with your hands under your chin please Natasha”. She did just as asked. “OK, slowly bring your hands down and open up the blouse very slowly and very lightly.”

Stan clicked away as Natasha did exactly what he wanted, the gorgeous curves of her cleavage becoming more apparent the lower her hands went and the more tither the material became over her breasts, Stan detected a hint of a hardening nipple as he clicked away and tried to capture the sight.

“I just need to adjust şirinevler escort the lights Natasha, could you please pull the blouse out from you jeans and let it hang loose” Stan knew that if he positioned his lights a certain way then as the flash triggered it could create a silhouette effect that he hoped would show of the shape of Natasha’s breasts through the thin material of her blouse.

“Could you turn to the left please Natasha” Stan politely asked, hoping his plan would create the image he desired. Click, “Perfect” Stan thought as the flash produced just what he was after.

A smile crept across his face, Natasha noticed and it made her giggle again.

“Right, let’s get a few more similar to this Stan said, clicking the shutter as he spoke, trying to catch Natasha off guard. He moved around the area in front of Natasha and encouraged her to move, hoping the fabric would part just long enough for him to capture a shot of one if not both of Natasha’s breasts.

He wasn’t sure if he had quite achieved what he was looking for but thought he would push the level a bit more. After all, you never know of you don’t ask.

“Natasha,” he ventured “do you know one of the most sensual types of photographs is of a gorgeous girl topless in jeans…”

He coyly bit his lip as he finished the sentence, not sure if he had said the right thing or what would happen next.

“OK Mr Photographer, why not?” Natasha answered, starting to take of the white blouse.

“Stop!” Stan instructed, “Let’s do this slowly and allow me to capture the moment” his confidence growing with the positive reaction to his somewhat speculative request.

Stan couldn’t believe his look as the beautiful girl before him started to slowly peel off her blouse and reveal the breasts that Stan had been longing to see ever since he first saw her just over an hour ago.

“OK, slowly, just pull down over one shoulder, look at me over the shoulder, lovely, now wink at the camera, perfect, OK turn round and do the same over the other shoulder, marvellous now, let both shoulders be seen, look at me straight on, nice, pull the blouse together, Natasha this is great, OK, please open the blouse slowly, show me those lovely breasts of yours, wow!”

Natasha now stood before him, breasts exposed, with her white blouse around her waist, the sleeves wrapped around her wrists, her head cocked slightly to one side with a dreamy look in her eye as she stared staring down the lens of Stan’s camera.

It was the most erotic sight he had ever captured.

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I won’t name names. We know who we are.

You stood there in the doorway for ages. I’m not sure if you were as nervous as I was or just needed time to adjust to the dim light. For weeks we had been skirting around the fact that we wanted to fuck each other till we couldn’t move. We had been friends for years and had confided our innermost thoughts and fantasies with each other. We both wanted this to happen. Now we were at the point of no return.

I could see the boots you wore, the short denim skirt and the tight tee shirt. You just dropped your bag at the door and walked toward me. I must have been sitting there on the bed for twenty minutes wondering what I was going to do when you arrived. You made the decision for me by putting your delicate hands on my rough face, tilting my head up, and kissing me. I think it was the most perfect moment of my life. All of my tension and nerves just melted away.

After what seemed like a day, you stepped away from me. I opened my eyes to see you smiling at me. You took my hands and put the palms on your hips. Your skin was soft and warm. Still holding my wrists you slid my hands up, under the edge of your top. “Slowly,” you whispered. Together we exposed more of your luscious body. We paused and shared a smile when the material caught on your small breasts. I took the initiative when your bra came into view and kissed your stomach. “That tickles,” you giggled and quickly finished removing your shirt. This time I held your head still as we kissed.

Again you held my wrists and guided me to your hips. This time we moved down to the denim and then round behind you to the zip. You let go as I fumbled with the zip and tilted my head for a kiss. Somehow your tongue in my mouth helped me lower the zip. I can’t think of a nicer way to get advice. After I slid the skirt to the floor I slid my hands up the back of your legs and filled my hands with the best butt cheeks in town. I suddenly noticed how tight my trousers had become. I think you noticed as well when you bent down to remove your boots and skirt.

I stood up and turned you to sit on the bed. My shirt came off easily and I kissed you. When I tried to unhook your bra I fumbled again and we both started to laugh. “Slowly,” that word again. I finally got it undone I threw it across the room in mock frustration and we laughed again.

I started kissing you on the forehead and slowly, with lots of quick pecks, moved down your face to your mouth. I lingered a while to savour your lips before moving to your neck. You moaned softly when I kissed your neck and I looked to see that your eyes had closed. I moved your golden hair to one side and nibbled your delicate ears, eliciting another moan. I used a hand to gently squeeze your left tit as I kissed the right one. After a few seconds I swapped sides, pausing to check your lips hadn’t moved. They hadn’t. You did seem to be breathing a little harder though. After making sure both breasts were fully attended to, I continued the small kisses down your body. When I got to your navel I stopped. I could feel your stomach fluttering with anticipation. Mine was too.

My next kiss was on your left thigh, and you groaned, “You are so mean!” It took all my willpower to continue my mission down your leg to your toes and back up the other leg. By the time I was there you were squirming. I moved back to your lips, and kissed you again.

I was looking into your eyes as I slid a hand down your body, across your belly and over your thong. Your eyes closed as my fingers reached the hot, moist patch of material covering your pussy. You raised your legs and gripped my hand between them. You closed your eyes, opened your mouth and groaned as you came. It is still one of my favourite memories.

When you released my hand enough for me to move, I slid down the bed and removed the last of your clothing. The way the thong clung to you proved how wet you were. As soon as I could, I pushed your legs apart and got my first proper look at your pussy. I can’t think of a suitable way to describe my thoughts or feelings at finally being so close to your most intimate parts. Mostly I was pleased to be there.

I still remember that first taste of your pussy. Every time I eat a peach I am reminded of the sweet nectar I first tasted that night. I could see the thin strip of light hair that pointed towards the engorged lips of your pussy. I tried not to be too eager as I licked all around your groin, carefully avoiding your pussy. Your hand on my head told me when otele gelen escort I had teased you enough so I directed my efforts towards your pussy lips. The heat on my tongue as I made the first contact was amazing. I tried to lick every bit of you from anus to clitoris. Your moan of pleasure urged me on. I kept away from your clit at first, concentrating on the soft inner labia that seemed to get longer as I licked them. I gently gripped them with my lips and sucked them into my mouth. You moaned and squirmed a little. I stuck my tongue out and pushed it between them, wiggling it up and down. “Oh yes!” A fresh trickle of liquid ran into my mouth and we both moaned together. I pushed further, exploring the inner folds of your pussy. As I advanced, my nose brushed your clit and I felt you twitch with pleasure. My tongue found it’s way further in and my lower face became soaked with your nectar. After a few moments I replaced my tongue with a finger and looked up at you.

You had your eyes closed again and both hands were squeezing a breast. You looked so happy. I began to slide my finger in and out of your vagina and as it relaxed I added a second. Your soft moans filled the room. I took a moment to look at the stiff flesh of your clit. It seemed to be asking for attention. I blew towards it and saw you jump a little, and it swelled even more. I couldn’t wait any more so I leant down and put my mouth over it. At first I was going to use my tongue, but my lips took over and closed on you. You screamed and both hands held my head into your groin as your hips jerked against me. You thighs trapped my head and you covered my goatee in your juices as I sucked you to orgasm.

When you let me free you pulled me back onto the bed and kissed me hard, your arms tightly around my neck and your tongue down my throat. You paused long enough to say “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” before trying to suffocate me with kisses again. Honestly I would have been satisfied if you had left after that. I could see how happy you were by the way your eyes sparkled and your body glowed. Knowing that I had pleased you was enough. You didn’t leave, and I am still overjoyed that you didn’t.

You pushed me onto my back and knelt beside me on the mattress. “My turn,” you growled. Your fingers made short work of my belt and zip, and soon my trousers were flying across the room. My lack of underwear didn’t surprise you, nor did my erection. As soon as it was free you grabbed the base of my cock in one hand and put your lips around the tip. I’ve never been a fan of blowjobs, but I know you liked giving them. You had often told me how good your blowjobs were and I was just about to find out for myself.

You locked your eyes with mine and slowly slid your tongue out from between your lips. When it reached the tip of my cock, you eyes seemed to twinkle. The very end of your tongue began to flick across my glans. I twitched but your hand held me still enough for you to continue teasing me. When I groaned you began adding more contact and began to explore the full length of my manhood. Your hand began to very slowly rise and fall at the base of my cock, only a few millimetres at a time, but enough to be noticed. While the hand motion at the base distracted me, you began concentrating on the head. You tried to curl your tongue around it, and when you failed settled for placing your lips round it and licking the end. It seemed to me that all the blood in my body was rushing to my penis, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. You took that as a sign that you were on the right track, and began lowering your lips to my groin. At just over half way you stopped and retreated. I thought that was your limit and you would repeat the distance, but you seemed intent on improving every time. I was quite impressed when your fingers met your lips.

My penis is not especially long, but I have been told it is above average in width, and I had never had anybody swallow it all before. I felt wonderful and I had to really concentrate on not coming straight down your throat. When you had slowly emptied your mouth you were smiling “I knew I could do it.” The smile didn’t last long as you opened your mouth again and started moving smoothly up and down my shaft. After every few strokes you stopped with only the tip in your mouth and gave a fast jack off with your hand. Although I was just about as aroused as I could be, I was not in danger of coming due to the randomness of your pendik escort actions.

I suddenly realised you were teasing me as I had teased you earlier. “Now who’s being mean?” I asked. I also realised I could stop the teasing by moving my hand between your legs and trying to find your pussy. I missed the target, but did grab a bit of thigh. You managed to jump out of reach but had to stop sucking my dick, although you didn’t let go. I tried again, and after a brief tussle that you won, we ended up laughing at the comedy of the situation.

I’m not sure how long it took us to realise that our grab and grope had ended up trapping my hard length between our stomachs. We had stopped laughing and were staring into each other’s eyes. I think you could feel my nerves coming back. You held my head in your hands and kissed me. I still think that is the best cure for nerves ever invented. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I had to ask, still not believing you were here. Your smile was all the answer I needed.

You were on top so let you make the first move. You sat up and reached between us to guide me into you. Essentially it was that simple, but it had all the meaning in the world. In that moment we became one at last. I had wanted, no needed to do this since I met you. It made me feel right. I know it sounds like a cliché and I don’t care. I probably grinned like a fool from then on.

I was in heaven. I can’t explain the pleasure I was feeling at that moment. It got better when you started moving. I couldn’t help but moan with the intensity of the pleasure. You put both hands on my chest and gradually moved your pussy down my cock. I could feel the difference in temperature between my still exposed shaft and the heat inside you. As I watched your pussy swallow more of me, I saw a small trickle of moisture run from just below your clit to my pubic hair. It was extremely erotic. I felt your tightness and felt when you could go no lower, but I suspected that like the blow job, you would keep trying until I was fully buried in your pussy. I looked up at your face and realised we had both been looking at same thing. When we both let out the breath we had been holding, we laughed and I discovered that laughter did amazing things to vaginal muscles.

As I expected you started moving up and down, trying to cram more of what you had once called my ‘huge’ manhood into you. I watched your trim tummy tense and relax as you moved. My eyes moved up a little and I noticed your breasts jiggling. I couldn’t resist reaching up and holding them. At first I was gentle and tender, but you stopped long enough to put your hands over mine and squeeze. I took the hint and became more vigorous. I spent a while massaging your tits, but when I noticed the way touching your nipples made you gasp, I concentrated on them. As I played with them they got harder and seemed to grow longer. I was so fascinated with your breasts that it was only when they stopped jiggling that I noticed you weren’t moving. I looked at your face to find out if anything was wrong. You had a big grin on your face and you were looking down. I followed your gaze and soon had my own grin. Your legs were spread wide and my dick was completely inside you. “That feels so good,” you purred.

It felt like a warm damp towel was wrapped around my dick. You still felt just as tight as when I first entered you, but now it was tight all down my hard cock. Damn that felt great! Thinking about it made me twitch inside you. You giggled again, and I pinched your nipples in retaliation making you jump. “Hey!”

Before you began to fuck me again, we locked eyes. It was as if I was looking into your soul. I knew you were the one I loved. There was nothing in the world that could stop me wanting to be with you for the rest of my life. I have never forgotten that feeling.

You began to slide up and down my cock, every time you hit bottom you grunted and I moaned. Your stroke got longer every time. I could feel where your lubrication on my manhood was exposed to the slight draft in the room when you moved up. I could also feel the contrasting heat of your marvellous pussy when it engulfed me. I was so aroused that I began to worry about coming too soon when your up stroke went too far and we separated. You were about to grab me and line me up again but I stopped your hand and we both watched my cock twitch and pulse as I calmed down.

Judging by your ragged breathing and the sheen of sweat rus escort on your legs and hips it was my turn to do the exercise. “My turn now,” I whispered. I sat up and turned us over. I laid you down and kissed you for a while. I always liked kissing you, it was as if our lips were meant to be together and our tongues in each other’s mouth. I was so caught up in kissing you that I almost forgot I was supposed to be fucking you. Almost. I reached between us, grabbed my penis and guided it towards the hottest part of you. My first try missed the bull’s eye, but did slide my hardness over your clit. You groaned down my throat so I did it again. When I tried it a third time you moved your hips so that my thrust speared straight into your pussy. You squealed when I was fully inside you. “Spoilsport,” I complained. It seemed that the anticipation had increased your flow of moisture and it was easier to slide in and out. “Hot, wet and sexy spoilsport,” I corrected.

I started slowly but you closed your legs around my waist and used your heels to urge me on. “Faster… harder,” you panted. I put my hands either side of your chest and brought my knees up. When I had a better position I increased my speed until I could feel my balls bouncing off you ass. It didn’t take long before I was getting close to coming again. The combination of hot wet pussy and my balls bouncing against your butt was fantastically arousing. I didn’t want to come before you did so I pulled out of you before it was too late.

I could tell by your expression that you didn’t want me to stop, but I had an idea. “Come here.” I might have been a bit rough pulling you of the bed but you soon understood when I pushed you over the back of a chair. You have one of the best looking bums I have ever seen. I ran my fingers over your ass, feeling the soft but firm flesh quiver. After a good grope I remembered why we were there and stuck my cock between your legs. “Damn!” Yet again I missed the target but you set me right and we were soon connected again. I groaned before I was fully in you and you shuddered when I reached round and found your clit. I knew I was close so I tried not to think about the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing and tried to concentrate on you.

I leant on you so that I could use one hand on your clit and the other on a nipple. You were squirming more now and moaning so loudly that I could hear you over my grunts. Words such as “more” and “yes!” and “there” were all I could make out from the noises you were making. We were both very close to coming. I felt your pussy grip me a little harder, and then you grabbed my balls as they swung between our legs. The surprise stimulation took me over the edge and I pushed myself as far into you as I could. “I can’t stop it!” My whole body tensed up and then I felt the semen shoot up my shaft and spray into your pussy. I assume that was what sent you over the edge at the same time.

As soon as my first blast exploded into you, you screamed out and began to twitch uncontrollably. I couldn’t have pulled out of your clasping sex if I had wanted to. The rippling muscles kept me squirting and each squirt seemed to make you twitch again. My orgasm was the longest I had ever experienced. It felt like my whole essence flowed out of my penis and into your vagina. When I couldn’t come any more I stumbled back and we separated. You were still twitching over the chair. It was wonderful to watch your orgasm and know I had helped get you there.

I didn’t look for long because you started to slide to the floor and I put my arms round you to catch you. You looked at me with unfocused eyes and smiled. “Thank you.” I half dragged you back to the bed and laid you on your back. Now that I could see your clitoris I could see it was bright red. I couldn’t help myself. I knelt on the floor between your legs and sucked your clit. You screamed again and my face was suddenly covered in a combination of my sperm and your juices. “No more!” I stuck my tongue into you and sucked again. No scream this time, it was more like a wail. Again you squirted on me. The third time I sucked the hard little clit I stuck a finger into your soaking wet hole and hooked it towards where I hoped your g-spot was. I knew I had got the right place because your wail cut off suddenly and you went limp as you fainted.

I slid up the bed and lay beside you. Your face was relaxed and peaceful, but your hips still twitched occasionally. I could feel our juices drying on my face so I got up and cleaned it off with a towel. When I turned back to the bed you were awake and smiling at me. You seemed to be glowing. You were so beautiful that I wanted the moment to last forever. “I love you.” We said it together.

I’m not sure if you remember it the same way as I do. I still get a hard-on when I think about it. This was special.

Thank you for the memory.

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Rana tapped her foot idly on the granite floor, listening to the sound of water rushing through the cave wall. The moon light shone through small openings in the ceiling, bathing the cave in a dull luminescence. Rana took out her pocketwatch from her gown and flipped open the lid. “Late,” she murmured to herself.

It was 12:03 in the morning, on July 11, 1948, in the hills outside the city of Ramleh. The British Mandate of Palestine was wracked in a civil war between the Jewish colonists and the native Palestinians, aided by irregulars from the Arab League. Ramleh was situated on the road between Tel Aviv and Jerusalem, and had thus far suffered little fighting; a Jewish force had tried to take the city two months earlier and had been repelled by the volunteer defenders. Still, late at night she could sometimes hear gunfire off towards the east, towards Jerusalem. Tonight was quiet, however. The night was cool, with a gentle wind blowing from the Mediterranean.

It was so quiet that she didn’t hear the man come up from behind her seat and clasp a hand over her mouth. At first she jumped, but then she recognized a familiar scent. With her hand she freed herself and turned towards her attacker.

“You are late, sir,” she said, a slight tinge of annoyance behind her voice.

The man smiled. Amir was a lean, built man of 20 years, born and raised on an olive farm near Ramleh. His hair hung in loose curls down to his shoulders. Rana had always envied his curls; it made her straight hair seem plain in comparison.

“I’m sorry, Rana. The rest of the defenders were training late and I had to supervise. You know I didn’t want to miss this for the world.”

Rana’s annoyance melted away. Smiling, she took his hand in hers and took him to a blanket she had carefully laid out a half hour earlier. Flowers lined each side as well as candles. Amir placed his arms around Rana’s waist. “It looks beautiful,” he said.

“This is the anniversary of our first time together,” Rana said a hand on his cheek. “It was worth all the effort.”

They seated themselves on the blanket and Rana produced a basket containing a bottle of wine and a parcel of pita spread with olive oil. Amir poured the wine as she doled out the pita between them.

“What have you been doing this past three days?” Rana asked, a question that she had anticipated asking.

Amir sighed. “At this point we’ve just been trying to put together a new strategy. Ever since the truce between the Zionists and the Arab League fell apart three days ago it’s been a mess. Rumors are flying everywhere, people say things on the radio, nobody knows what to believe.” He paused to take another sip of wine. “Some people say the Egyptians are in Haifa, some people say the Zionists are attacking Galilee. The only thing people know is that we Palestinians have to prepare for the worst.”

Rana took a bite out of her pita and paused after swallowing. “Amir, people here are scared. They have heard what the Zionists did to the villagers at Deir Yassin. They think the same thing might happen here in Ramleh and they don’t know what to do.”

Amir gazed blankly into his glass of wine, as if it had the answer to her question. Shaking his head, he upturned the şişli escort glass and downed the liquid. “I don’t know, Rana. It isn’t as though the Arabs have been friendly to the Jews either. We cannot count on Zionist mercy.”

Rana downed the rest of her glass, then stood and began to pace. “Why did it have to get this bad?” she said quietly, to no one in particular.

He stood and placed himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck. “It’s not so bad. Abu Dahlan’s goat just had three kids. I heard that one of them nearly bit one of Umm’ Atah’s fingers right off.”

Rana laughed and punched Amir in the shoulder. Sighing, she leaned against him. “I worry about you,” she admitted. “I mean, I know I’ll be fine, but I really don’t know about a weak seedling like you.”

He grinned and brushed her cheek with his fingers. “We’ll figure things out. Don’t worry.”

She pushed herself back and placed a hand on his cheek as well. Amir leaned forward and kissed her passionately. Rana’s body fell towards his as she submitted to his kiss. She could smell the sweat on his neck from his training; it excited her. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed herself up, completely in his grasp as they hungrily kissed each other. He began to kiss down her neck and shoulders, drawing an excited gasp from her. “Oh god, I need you, Amir,” she whispered.

She dropped down to her feet and slowly pulled her straps off her gown. The loose material fell off in a blur, revealing nothing underneath except for a small garland of flowers surrounding her neck. Amir’s eyes widened, a smile across his lips.

He kissed her once more, his hands exploring her back, pushing and pulling at the flesh. She began to unbutton his uniform, her hands trembling from the excitement. But before she should get his shirt last button unfastened, Amir’s hands had found its way between her legs. She gasped from the sudden sensation and clasped her arms around his back for support. As he began to rub his hand on her sex, she squealed and began to grind against it, her head thrown back in satisfaction.

As Amir’s one hand worked, he ran his other hand through Rana’s hair. Rana loved it when he did that, as she was particularly proud of her hair. Amir’s hand found her bowtie, and he deftly undid it. Her long hair fell down in waves, washing across her back and to her waist, which was grinding faster against Amir’s hand. His hand began work faster and faster, and her curved hips matched his speed. Faster and faster they went, until he suddenly stopped.

Rana looked at him with puzzlement for a second, before his hands clasped her shoulders and she was pushed down to her knees. She gasped slightly, and then smiled to herself. His hands hurriedly removed his pants and then his undergarments, revealing his throbbing member underneath. Rana was always mesmerized by the initial sight of it- thick and wet and throbbing. She let him take her head in his hand and thrust it towards her mouth. She loved to be dominated by his strength, for her body to be used for his lust. She began to lick up and down the hard surface of his manhood, taking in his taste and scent. As she did she could taksim escort feel her own sex begin to throb, aroused by his dominance.

She then took his member into her mouth, thrusting herself forward as far as she could, feeling the hardness push against her throat. She opened her eyes and saw his approving lust play before his eyes; that was all she needed. She began to thrust the member in her mouth back and forth, sliding it against her tongue and sucking at it with vigor. As she did so she grasped it with one hand, moving in tandem motion with her mouth. He groaned and placed his hands on her head, grasping her hair tightly. She began to suck faster in response, encouraged by his grasp on her hair. Her lips began to go numb as his member thrust faster and faster.

Rana then felt his body suddenly stiffen and he roughly pushed his full length into her mouth. He groaned loudly as his seed rushed out of him into her mouth. She quickly swallowed as the fluid came, savoring his taste. She continued to suck on him as his seed flowed, eliciting more approving groans from him. After a while his orgasm subsided, and his seed finally stopped its issue. She then withdrew her mouth from his softening member and looked up with him with a wicked smile. A trickle of fluid had escaped down her lips onto her chin. With a finger she collected it and placed it in her mouth to suck off.

With one hand she then began to stroke him once more. Her other hand moved down towards a nipple, which she began to slowly rub with a finger. During all of this her eyes were fixated on his, a gesture which clearly had an effect. His member began to immediately harden, and before long it had returned to its fully aroused length. When she felt that he could get no harder, she stopped stroking him.

Rana then crawled to the middle of the bed she prepared, laid on her back, and splayed her legs out wide. She slowly inserted a finger into her sex, ran it around inside herself for a second, and then withdrew it. She then beckoned towards Amir with the wet finger, her juices dripping from the knuckle. His eyes widened from the carnal display and a grin crawled across his lips.

He came to her and placed his body on top of hers, his swollen member positioned across her sex. He began to grind against her, drawing a sharp breath from her from the sensation. As he continued her juices began to flow profusely, bathing his manhood in a sleek sheen. Finally she could take no more of the teasing.

“Amir,” she pleaded. “Please..”

She was cut off by his mouth locking onto hers in a passionate kiss. In one swift motion, he moved his hips off and then thrust forward, his member sliding into her wet sex with ease. A groan caught in her throat and her pelvis bucked against the penetration. They remained there, their flesh and lips united for a time. Amir then pulled his head back and gazed into her eyes.

“I am going to take you. Hard.”

Rana licked her lips, and then responded by bucking her hips and slamming back against him with all her weight. Amir accepted the gesture, and began to thrust into her with a sudden fury. She gasped from the onslaught and tried her hardest topkapı escort to match each blow against her hips. The sounds of their flesh joining filled the cave around them, drowning out the sounds of the water.

Partially unbidden words escaped Rana’s lips in between animalistic grunts. “Oh yes, yes, more, Amir, more, harder, harder.” She grabbed and pulled on his buttocks in an attempt to draw him into herself more. She then wrapped his legs around his back, allowing him to penetrate even further. Rana licked at his shoulders and neck, tasting the salty sweat that was beginning to bead on his body.

He then began to slow his pace, a signal that Rana immediately picked up on. Gracefully she pivoted her body and shifted her weight. Amir followed and he was soon in a sitting position and her on top of him, his member remaining inside her the whole time. Placing her hands on his muscled abdomen for support, she began to ride him back and forth, savoring the sensation inside of her. Not quick enough for Amir, he grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled it up and crashed down against his member. Giggling at his impatience, she began to ride him with a new vigor.

As she rode him his hands began to explore her body. He ran his fingernails down her back, eliciting an approving groan from her. She then gasped with pleasure as his hands suddenly dug into the flesh on her buttocks, pulling on them to force her to ride him harder. She was so distracted by the motion that she barely had time to recognize that the sensations inside her loins had turned electric and was shooting to every corner of her body.

“Amir,” she gasped. “I’m going to..”

Amir pushed her shoulders down and removed his legs from underneath her, causing him to be on top of her once more. He began to ram into her with an insane vehemence, and she could feel in his body that he was on the same edge she was. With one hand she stroked her clitoris with at a maddening pace. With the other she grabbed his hair, pulling him into another fiery kiss. Sweat ran down their faces in rivulets, and Rana could see bulging veins marked against his neck. Their vocalizations began to grow louder and louder, until between them it sounded like one continuous scream. The electric sensations were growing stronger and stronger, and Rana could distantly feel her limbs and neck spasm involuntarily.

Then everything seemed to stop. Their eyes were locked together in an intense stare, and nothing could be seen beyond the other. Rana felt as though they were somewhere else, above their bodies, above the cave, above British Palestine, someplace…perfect.

And then she came back. Sound roared into Rana’s ears as she came. Her voice screamed, and her body spasmed wildly against Amir. Against the din of sound and sensation she could vaguely hear and see Amir’s body stiffen and his member slam fully inside her. As his seed gushed out of him into her sex she screamed and her body spasmed again once more. She could feel her eyes rolling back into her head and the juices pouring out of her sex, mixing with Amir’s seed.

Then everything went briefly dark, and all she knew was the sound of their ragged breath panting in unison. When she regained herself she could feel Amir’s wet body engulfing her own, his still-hard member inside her. Finally Amir motioned to remove himself from inside her, but was stopped by Rana’s hand on his back.

“No,” she said, her mouth dry. A tear rolled down her eye, hurriedly wiped away. She smiled through it. “I…I just want to stay like this forever.”

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My wife had quite a few good looking friends. Tamara was definitely one of them. She is an over 40, long haired brunette MILF. She recently had 2 children in the last 5 years and her body has changed for the better. Thicker in all the right places. She always has had big tits but they seemed enormous now. Very voluptuous is how I would describe her. My type for sure.

Whenever she came over and when it was time for good byes that was my favorite part of her visit. She would hug a little too long. Not that I am complaining. I could always feel those beautiful breasts against my chest. A few times she nuzzled my neck and she smelled wonderful. One time she came over to me as I was sitting in a chair, as I was about to get up she just hugged my head and pushed her tits into my face. Wow her cleavage was amazing. Another time she can and sat on my lap and grinded my cock. What the hell was she trying to do. Get me in trouble. I said something to my wife because I didn’t want her to get mad at me. She said that’s just Tamara. If she was ok with it so was I.

So one day Tamara is over because I am tesettürlü escort helping her sell a painting on line. She comes to my upstairs office. And I’m facing left on the phone. I forgot to mention she is a yoga instructor and always wearing stretchy, clingy clothes. I heard her come in the office and was about to say hello. But as I turned right she had her right leg on my desk to stretch it I guess. Her pussy was inches from my face. I could see the outline of her labia and smell her musky scent. I said “hello.” I looked past her and saw my wife standing there telling us good bye to go run her errands. I gave her a WTF look and she just gave awkward grin. Like WTF back to me. It was her friend after all.

I tried to regain my composure but there was a pussy inches from face. Yes it was behind some yoga pants. But Tamara was just stretching away. I looked up at her. “Hello.”

She looked down at me and said “hi sweetie.” She just kept stretching. Her and her yoga. I told her the painting was sold. I went to stand up but her türbanlı escort foot was by my chair. I stumbled and knocked her over with me on top of her.

You guessed it my face land right on her pussy. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. I tried to get up quickly but my balance was off. And I ended up on top of her my face buried in her tits. This couldn’t be happening.

We both kind of chuckled and as I started to get up she wrapped her legs around me. WTF.

“What’s the hurry you feel good on top of me. Maybe we could work on some yoga poses. And I can tell you like your position at the moment.”

“We can’t, we shouldn’t someone might see us.”

“Sarah won’t be back for at least an hour. We better get started and fast.”

I pushed myself up onto my arms and looked down at Tamara. She did look delicious. She pulled out one her tits and squeezed the harden nipple. Her milk started to pool on the tip. “Would you like a taste?” My dick hardened even more and I knew she could feel it.

I have always enjoyed tüyap escort lactating women but how did she know. I quickly remembered a time at our house when she was breastfeeding. The baby was done and she handed him to my wife. I saw her tit with her milk just dripping from her nipple. Our eyes met then she looked down at my crotch. My hard on was about 12 inches from her face as she sat on the couch and I stood behind it. She looked back up at me and smiled.

I lowered my mouth to her nipple and started to lick her as we both let out a moan. She tasted so I good. She started to lick her nipple as well. Our tongues fought for the nipple. We kissed briefly as I squeezed her tits. I moved my mouth back to her right breast and took her swollen nipple into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could as the milk started to flow.

“Oh my god that feels so good.” She continued to moan as I alternated between both her magnificent tits. I was in heaven. Big milky tits.

“I need your cock and I need it now.” She rolled me onto my back and we quickly slid my basketball shorts down as my cock sprang free. She gasped at the sight. She gripped in her hands as she slowly started to lick around the head. I shuddered beneath her tongue. I wanted her to engulf my cock but she slowly was licking up and down the shaft. My god it felt so good. She worked her way down to my balls and sucked on each one ever so gently as she her hand worked it’s way up and down my shaft.

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The rain came in hard and fast as dark cumulus clouds hung low over Tay Ho (Westlake). The darkness was almost complete as the neon and street lights on the other shore of the lake dimmed. Only the street lamp across the road cast its chiaroscuro effect on the walls inside as its glow filtered through the palms. Diep and I hurriedly rose, she from the floor between my thighs and I from the small wooden chair I was sitting on. We picked up our clothes and the two wine glasses, parted the sliding glass doors and entered my living room.

I shut the doors and walked to my bar where I topped up the wine goblets from the open bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. My assistant was standing at the sliding doors and looking out, peering through the glass. Heavy rain slanted down from the skies, every drop acting like a prism through which the street light fractured. I placed the glasses on a side table and went to switch on the small, heavily shaded lamp that sat next to the television.

I went back in to the house wearing only my vest and socks since Diep had relieved me of my other clothing. I switched on the light in one of the bathrooms and walked into the guest bedroom where I turned on one of the bedside lamps. Then I walked back down the long corridor towards the living room and saw her still standing by the glass doors, looking out. She heard my footsteps, twisted her neck and looked at me approaching her.

The soft lighting showed up her body in a diffused contrast against the surrounding blackness. She had the most beatific smile on her face, blissfully happy and joyful. She turned back to her gazing as I neared her. And then, in the quiet stillness of the night I stopped and stared at this wondrous beauty. She stood straight, all of five feet four inches tall; her hair was open and autumnal colour fell in short waves down to her shoulder blades. Her hands were straight down and her palms rested on the outside of her thighs. From the shoulders, her back tapered to her very slim waist before flaring to her hips. Her spinal column was in shadow as it ran down to her buttocks.

I looked intently at her arse, the perfect shape and swell casting deep shadows on the left sides of both buttocks, away from the lamp light. The slight crease below them as her thighs tapered to the knees and then the expansion of her calves before tapering to her delicate ankles. My long and distended penis, with blood still pulsing through the veins, swung slightly as I took the next few steps up to her.

Standing behind my secretary, my cock now flush against her rump, I snaked my arms around her midriff and held her close. She turned around almost immediately and raised her hands to my head, her fingers entwined through the thick curls of my hair as she drew me down for a kiss. Our lips locked and her tongue shot into my mouth, flagellating inside across my teeth and tongue. I sucked her lips and pushed her tongue back, intruding into the dark wet recesses of her oral orifice. My hands ran across the length and breadth of her back, moving lower to her arse and back again.

I was hard instantaneously, thick and fleshy as my manhood rose up and pushed against the softness of her belly. Instinctively, I placed my hands at the base of her buttocks and tried to scoop her upwards so I could penetrate her. She raised herself with her hands now tightly locked around my neck and pulled her legs of the ground. In one swift motion that almost seemed practiced, I raised her up as she bent her knees and lifted herself off the ground. Using the grip of my hands on her buttocks, I maneuvered her over the top of my stiff erect and upright penis, feeling the bush thickness of her pubic hair on the glans of my cock.

Then I lowered her and inch and speared her cunt with the tip of my phallus. Her ankles locked behind me at the base of my spine and I held her tight against my body, my penis pushing deep into her as I lowered her another few inches. We stood steady for about ten seconds before I turned around and faced the inside of the apartment. Her breasts were more swollen than normal as they pressed against my chest. I was still wearing my vest and her nipples grazed against the cotton fabric as I began to walk towards the bedroom.

Walking down the hallway, I stopped and pushed her slightly against the wall, holding her firmly from beneath her buttock. Anchored against the wall, I thrust upwards into her, ramming myself as deep as I could go. She clutched on my neck, her teeth biting into the muscles around my clavicle as I thrust in and out of her. Her vagina was tight and held my phallus in a very constricted suction although the lubricated walls of her genitalia allowed me to plunge the entire thickness of my manhood all the way up into her.

Pulling away from the wall a couple of inches so she didn’t hurt herself scraping her back, I tightened my grip on her arse as my forefinger penetrated her rectal opening. Holding her firmly, I raised and lowered her on my slippery pole in continuous heaves and felt her synchronizing her own motion. She increased the pace herself, tuzla escort rising and falling as my upright cock impaled her. I felt the stirrings of an explosive ejaculation at the base of my shaft and tried to slow her down by walking towards the guest room.

When I reached the bed, I lowered her gently, unhappy about pulling out of her vagina but wanting to penetrate her immediately after. Instead, as she lay supine on the satin powder blue sheet, straightening herself into a comfortable position, her head now on the soft down pillow, I stared in rapture at the beautiful face. My cock was still hard and almost straight up against my flat abdomen but I continued to gaze at the unfathomable beauty before me.

The darkness was gone as the bedside lamp lit up her fair Asian skin. She knew what I was doing, soaking in her beauty. Diep did not interrupt me, possibly seeing the euphoria and enchantment on my face. Her oval face, enshrined in the auburn-black ruffles of her hair on the light blue pillow, the dab of red lipstick now considerably smeared, the deep pools of her dark brown eyes, all of this fascinated me no end.

Her breasts were definitely swollen, the nipples long and hard jutted out from the centre of her coffee coloured aureola. I resisted the urge to touch her tits, holding back the moment. Below her boobs, I discerned the steaks of her ribs and the puckered indent of her navel. Her stomach and abdomen were flat, without an iota of extra flesh, and lower down the thick, deeply forested bush of her pubic hair. Once again I noticed how the edges were trimmed and bereft of any untidy overgrowth. My eyes stayed glued to the enticing jungle through which I would soon find my way to the secret cave that had enticed me for so long.

Her thighs, which were only partially shown to me every day, were now fully revealed in all their brazen nakedness. The skin looked soft and pure, like a virgin beach under a bright sun, fair and untanned. And then, my secretary very gently reached out her hand and took my fingers in her palm. I didn’t move; couldn’t move. But shaken out of my erotic reverie, I pulled off my vest and sat on the bed next to her. Lifting my feet one after the other, I drew off my socks and then skittered across to the end of the bed by her feet, completely naked.

“Sir?”, I heard her whisper. To me, it sounded very loud, the first word either of us had uttered in almost an hour. It was now past midnight and for half a minute, lightening flashes of the last four hours streaked through my mind. Kissing her in my office, stroking her thighs at the restaurant, Diep unzipping my pants and extracting my ramrod cock at the hotel, fellatio in the balcony, my face in her cunt, she squirting as I fingered her… “Sir?”, I heard again.

I looked quizzically at her face, our eyes meeting, but I didn’t say a word. “Can we turn off the light now, please?” I was in two minds: I wanted the light on so I could keep looking at this sensual beauty. But I also wanted to respect her wish, whether it was because she felt shy or whether there was another reason, I was unsure. I knew I would ultimately succumb to whatever she wanted, but somewhat mischievously I decided to postpone the inevitable.

So I stared back at her and gently said “Why, Diep? For the first time I am able to see the fantastic beauty of your body and now you want to make me blind?”

Her hands rose to my face, fingers touching my eyes, and swiftly said “No! No Sir. Not want to make you blind. No sir. I like when you look at me. I love you Sir. I enjoy when you stare at me because I know you like the beauty of my body. But to make love with you, I want to feel comfortable and free and give myself to you completely. The light makes me conscious of myself. I not like that.”

“My sweetheart”, I said softly, “I know what you mean but please give me just a few minutes when all my senses can enjoy you at the same time. I want to touch you, and smell you, and taste you, and hear you, and see you all at the same time. Just for a little while, and then we can turn off the light.”

I looked at her unresponsive face for a few seconds before she suddenly acquiesced with that beautiful heavenly smile again. “Sir, you are fooling me. You are being naughty I think. But I have given my trust to you so don’t let me down.” As I write this I realize that the conversation sounds stilted and unreal; it was anything but that. These were whispered ministrations, soft interactions in the moment between a highly sexed couple; dialogue between our eyes and hands and the deep breathing that provided an audio accompaniment.

I was unsure of her meaning but happy that she had agreed, and I think she noticed the rather revealing smile on my face. I held both her feet in my hands, rubbing her toes, pushing my fingers between them as I continued to look at her till her eyes slowly shut as she gave herself up to the sensations of our love making. I raised one delicate foot and kissed her toes; cool against my warm lips as I ran the tip ucuz escort of my tongue between them.

I lowered her leg gently on the bed and kept kissing her foot before trailing my mouth up the calf of one leg, my fingers following suit on the other side. As my head eased up between her legs, she let out a groan when I tongued the back of her knee, my hands already caressing the inside of her thighs. Moving further, I felt Diep part her thighs and I began to breathe in the musky odour of her aroused vagina. The fingers of both my hands felt the soft tendrils of her thick bush; I ploughed through them till I felt the hot secretions in her cunt.

Raising my head just above her crotch, I continued to play with her most intimate area, listening to her deep breathing and the almost continuous groans. I stuck my tongue out to taste the mucous fluids, sucking the lubrication into my mouth and mingling my saliva with her juices. Her pelvis jerked upwards as my tongue found her clitoris and I drew it between my lips. Her fingers were yanking hard at my hair, pulling me against her cunt as she thrust upwards and swayed her hips. I lashed her clit with the tip of my tongue while my fingers pushed inside her.

Her groans were turning into shrill cries of ecstasy as she now tried to draw me upwards. I took my head away from her groin and moved towards her face, tonguing her navel on the way. When I face reached her breasts, I stopped and sucked a nipple into my mouth, feeling the hardness protrude solidly against my lips. I placed my left hand on her breast, rubbing the knob with my fingers as she cried out and whispered something I didn’t understand.

She pushed her hands under my armpits and again tried to pull me up. I reached out blindly with my right hand and found the lamp switch which I turned off. I opened my eyes and saw complete darkness in front. I shut them again and rose till my face was above hers, my solid erection somewhere above her thick pubic hair. She opened her mouth to me and sighed heavily as our lips met. We kissed longingly and with a desperate passion; tongues shooting into each other’s mouths and lashing around inside. A huge storm was building up in our bodies, a carnal tsunami of ardour and lust.

My hands were cupping her face as my mouth hungrily devoured her lips and tongue. In the darkness, still with my mouth on hers, I brought my hands to her breasts and gently massaged them. My fingers circled her huge nipples and the surrounding coarseness of the aureoles. Her hands had been on my head, but now she lowered them and pushed one down the centre of our bodies till she took my rigid phallus in her tiny fist. I pushed myself down the bed, as she attempted to guide the head of my cock to the opening of her cunt.

In the complete darkness, I opened my eyes and saw that hers were wide and stared right into mine. I felt her maneuver my shaft till the tip was taut against the opening of her vulva, the head was in by about a centimeter. As she released it, my rigid cock would have sprung out were it not for the hook of her pubic bone holding it in place. Slowly, I pushed another inch inside her, the weight of my body firmly on my arms as I poised myself above her. Diep’s arms went around my back and her palms rubbed the top of my buttocks before she began to pull me down on to her.

Not wanting to rest my entire weight on her, I lowered my pelvis as my nearly two-inch girth slowly parted her labia and pushed along the soft lubricated tissue of the walls which moulded around my manhood. I was only about inches inches inside when the head of my cock pushed against her cervix but as I withdrew and pushed back in a couple of times, her vaginal cavity seemed to extend and finally accommodate my entire length.

“I want to feel your body against mine”, she whispered suddenly. So I pushed harder till my testicles were flush against and between her thighs. I removed my elbows from her sides and raised my hands to her face while I kissed her again. The weight of my torso was now on her chest as I ran my fingers through her hair. Like a piston in a well lubricated cylinder, I pumped her continually for the next few minutes, varying my speed and at times just stopping completely for a few seconds.

My hands roamed all over her body as I raised the trunk of my body above her chest. I groped her breasts, kissed her nipples, ran my fingers everywhere. As I increased the acceleration of my movement, put my hands under the small of her back and rammed her body. Diep was moaning, groaning, squealing, making a wide variety of sexual sounds that mixed with the heavy laboured breathing resulting from my exertions.

After almost ten minutes of holding back I felt I had to let go and release the pressure that was building up inside me. But then she placed her hands on my chest and pushed gently. She pulled up against the headboard and extracted her body and her feet from around me, sat up in bed and made me lie down on my back. Without questioning her, I tried to look at her face ümraniye escort but despite our eyes having adjusted, the darkness was still too severe to make out her expression. She crawled down and knelt between my legs as I placed my head on the pillow and shut my eyes.

I felt her fingers on my thighs and on my stomach and roam over my chest. Her fingers rubbed my nipples before I felt a movement on the bed and she positioned herself by my side, lowered her head and sucked on my nipple. I felt the tip of her tongue lash against them as they hardened, and her hand went down to my rigid cock. Her fingers curled around the thickness as she stroked the steely shaft. And then her breath poured like a warm vapour over my groin. Her hair tumbled forward and washed across my abdomen as her fingers toyed with my testicles.

As her mouth enveloped the top of my penis, and her tongue rimmed my overly sensitive glans, I reached down with my hands and held her head. Involuntarily, I raised my hips off the bed and pushed myself deeper into her mouth. She placed the flat of her palms on my abdomen and gently eased me back. The sensations coursing through my nerves were almost animal like in their carnality; the sheer sensuality overpowering me completely. Naked in bed, our flesh fused as one, I felt a strange and libidinous energy like an aura around us, binding us together spiritually.

My hands rubbed her shoulders and her neck as I tried to distract myself from the boiling cauldron that was churning in my loins. She continued to run her mouth up and down my shaft as her fist gripped the base. I looked down at her and to my surprise could discern quite clearly the bobbing of her head, shrouded though it was with her hair. I looked towards the window to my left and saw a pale light was filtering through at the back of the house. It was too early for the dawn to break so I assumed the moon had risen and shone its ephemeral light on us.

I kept my eyes open and now could faintly see that Diep was stooped, as though in obeisance, genuflecting before my phallic erection. Her bottom was up in the air, a pale outline against the deep background of a wall in darkness. I tried to reach for her again but my hands only got to her head and shoulders. I stroked what I could touch; her hair and neck, her shoulders, and when I touched her cheeks I could feel the bulge of my erection occasionally pressing against the side of her mouth.

I consciously was wary of thrusting into her mouth, knowing that if I pushed myself my cock would reach the back of her throat and cause her to gag. But her constant motion was once again taking me to the point of no return, so I put my elbows on the bed and dragged myself to a sitting position by raising my back. Her mouth stayed glued to my cock, this time the cylinder moving instead of the piston. I placed my hands on her face and tilted her head back by raising it with a tender hook under her chin. She resisted for a few seconds, still sucking on my penis, before releasing it.

I told her “I don’t want to cum just yet, Ok?”But I didn’t wait for a response. I didn’t give her time to move as I hurriedly swung my legs off the bed and stood up. But she didn’t move; it was about communicating without words. Silently, I walked to the end of the bed and stood facing her rump which was still up in the air as her face rested on the bed.

I held her by her hips and lowered her; she folded her legs at the knees and her shank now rested on her ankles and feet. I gripped my upright cock and forced it to a more horizontal position, simultaneously bending till my erection was in a position to penetrate her cunt from the back. It was soaking in her juices and the free flow of my pre-cum. Pushing forward, I found the entrance to her vagina and pushed myself in.

Holding her firmly by her hips, I thrust forwards and buried myself in her. With no further foreplay I pummeled Diep from the rear in quick movements, my balls slapping the back of her thighs with every thrust. I bent forward and reached for her tits, cupping them both in my hands and hanging on to them as I rammed her hard and deep. She cried out, raised her head up like a wolf would do when she bayed. Her moaning was loud as she pushed back to match the movements of my penetrating assault on her body.

We moved in sync; she pushed backwards when I withdrew my cock from her cunt and went forward when I shoved myself into her. Gripping her now at the top of her thighs, my hands clamped where her abdomen folded over her thighs, I pulled her hard towards me as I pushed myself into her. I was very hard and thick, and her vaginal grip around me was strong and firm. We continued the parry and thrust movement for a long couple of minutes before I reached under her and felt her clitoris just above where my cock was impaling her.

I slowed down the pace of my ramming her, bent over her arse and back and rubbed the sides of her clit without directly touching the protrusion. It was clearly uncovered now by the clitoral hood and would have been uncomfortably sensitive had I placed my finger directly over the knob. I could feel the hardness at the base of her clitoris through the thin skin as i massaged it with a fingertip, still thrusting into her from the back. She was quivering and moaning, shoving her rump backwards and gyrating her hips, wanting perhaps to increase the sensations deep inside her genitalia.

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Hi…My name is Abhinav Mishra and I am 21.Today I am going to tell you an unbelievable incident that took place with me 2 years ago. I feel my life fulfilled whenever I recap those memories…

Everybody during their teenage fantasise about someone to have sex with that person anyhow. Well I too had the same feeling towards a woman of 32. She lived in our apartment two story above my flat. I dreamt about different ways of seducing her but never ever thought that one day I would really fuck her as many times I wanted with her cooperation…

I am the only son of my parents. My dad is in real estate business and my mom is a housewife. Mom is an LIC agent but hardly works for it.

It all began when I saw her for the first time…I was 19 and was in 12th class…

One day, while returning from school, I entered directly to my house and there I saw a fair lady in blue transparent silk saree. My mom introduced her to me. She was little taller than me. Her boobs were greeting me namaste as both were joining so tightly forming a line in between her lowcut blouse. Her tummy was neither flat nor skinny. Her navel was exposed. It was so deep that half of my thumb would enter it completely. She had long legs with massive thighs and a perfectly round ass. Her figure was like a bottle of coke. She literally had the exact body of Aishwarya Rai at present.

We shook hands and she said “I am Sarita, nice to meet you.”

Her voice was so sexy that it gave an electric flow through my dick for a moment.

I said “nice to meet you too” still holding her hands. I wanted to hold it for long but… anyways I did a formal talk and came to know that she was a bank employee. She got transferred to our area. She was a widow and had no children.

While talking I was looking at her dark brown eyes though my whole focus was on her busty boobs… Her eyes were round and big like kajal aggarwal…

Very often she used to call me for buying her homely products and I never missed a chance to have her glance. I would think all possible ways to have an overall check out of her incredible body.

From school boys to middle aged men, everybody would madly check out her whenever she came out of her room or went outside.

Her butts always played see-saw while she walked. The ups and downs of her butt were like calling for a hug. Her boobs jumped a little everytime she patted the ground with her feet.

Whenever she returned from her work, even our innocent watchman who is Mr clean in our society would explore her body with his eyes and end up by focusing on her nice round butts.

She was aware of everything and she enjoyed it very much. Though almost everyone fantacised her, she was well respected in our society too…

Days passed and after about one and half month, my final exams completed and vacations started…

I had a lot of free time and my most of the time was spent in imagining my Sarita dancing nude, sitting on my face, sucking my dick deep throat and lot more…

I wondered if ever I would get a chance to fuck her, I would prefer only doggie style…Her asset is her curvy well shaped ass… her hubby died happily…I mean Cmon… nobody would pass away unsatisfied after having enjoyed that amazing ass…

I used to be at her home every weekends during her office leave. At her home she wears a polyster type nighty… The entire geography of her body could be studied from that. It was like she is wearing a whole wet nighty stuck to every curves and corner of her body. Her body movements made my heart and stomach to feel the butterflies…

We would do small talks and gossips in her kitchen while she was cooking…I asked about her husband looking at her stomach as the nighty made a perfect round groove at her belly…

She told me that her husband had an accident. “He was very much caring. He loved me so much more than anything in the world” she said.

I wondered who would not love this sex goddess? It was quite obvious for me anyway.

She continued describing her husband blah blah blah and I pretended like listening to her focusing on her boobs though looking straight into her eyes…

She continued and suddenly started crying. I didn’t know what to do at that time. I went close to her and tried to calm her down saying something relieving then suddenly, OMG!!… she hugged me… I became stiff like a statue…Her boobs squeezed into my chest and her nipple was poking mine…our stomach were kissing each other…

I gently patted my hands on her back… I could feel her bra strips…She kept on crying and hugged me tightly…I was silent and was enjoying her warm soft body… My nose was resting on her shoulder and my left cheek was touching her neck and her thin golden chain. The fragrance of her sweat on her neck was adding pleasure to the moment for me…

After 5 minutes she calmed down and apologized me for being awkward.

“No no!… its ok… please don’t be sorry…” I exclaimed…

Keeping my hand on her shoulder üsküdar escort I said, “Everything just happens…we all are bound to live through it…just let it go and live your life…”

My dick was hard solid.

She smiled and thanked me…

Next morning I woke up dreaming about the incident that took place with me yesterday…

I was smiling with a deep sigh. My cock was greeting me a salute. I went to bathroom and made him sit down…

Days passed and on a sunday morning, She called me to buy her packet of milk as the milk man didn’t come that day…I bought the milk and went to the kitchen. She was massaging her head with fingers applying oil. Her boobs were bouncing terribly as I could see she has not worn bra inside.

I kept the milk in the refridgerator and went to her bathroom for peeing.My last drop fallen in the closet and I saw her undergarments hanging on the side wall.I took those in my hands, buried my face in them and took a deep breath. The aroma of her panties were more pleasant than the flowers printed on it.

Suddenly something striked in my mind…

What if I made a bathing video clip of my sexy Sarita? Is it possible? Why not? Atleast I should try…

I took out my smartphone, luckily it was full charged. I turned on the camera keeping it in silent mode and adjusted it on the ventilation window. The window was covered with dusty old clothes. I hid my phone inside it such that only the camera lens was visible if looked properly.

“What if I got caught?” I wondered. But my lust for her made me blind enough and motivated me strongly to do it anyway.

I came out of bathroom and she was coming towards me. Her nighty was wet from her chest to her belly. Her left nipple was clearly visible.

“I am going to take bath” she said. My heartbeats were beating faster as if someone was punching on my left chest repeatedily…

Just before I was going to ask her if I can stay here for today, she said “Abhi, will you please stay here for some time. A postman may be coming now, you please collect the mail for me as soon as I am taking bath…”

“Ya sure” I replied. What a dam good luck. Today is my day.. I wondered.

“Have some snacks from the fridge and watch T.V… I will join you after a quick bath…” She said.

I told her to take a long relaxing bath. I have plenty of time.

She pinched my nose and said “thank you sweetie”.

She entered the bathroom, closed the door. I was worried and nervous about what is going to happen next. Will she notice the camera lens? Her bath will be recorded or not?

I tried to look through the key hole but nothing was clear. I listened the sound inside. She was striping her clothes. I could clearly hear the tingling sound of her bangles. She started bathing. She was singing “bheegi bheegi sadako pe me…” my favourite song.

I came to T.V room sitting on a sofa feeling very nervous.

After about 20 minutes, she came out in a light brown nighty wiping out her hair.

I rushed into the bathroom and closed the door. I took my phone, switched it off and took a deep breath to relax myself. As I came out she asked me “what happened to you?”

I said I had to pee. It was urgent. She laughed at me and went to the TV room.

It was a treat for my eyes to look at her ass from behind walking. Those perfect round curvy butts were holding her nighty very tight.

I spent the whole day with her till night and my phone was still switched off.

We had dinner together. I thanked her for dinner. We wished goodnight eachother and I stepped down to my flat. I ran to my room, locked the door, switched off the lights and turned on my phone inside my blanket. My heartbeat again started riding like a horse.

I opened the gallery, played the recording and there… I saw the full nude body of my sex Godesss Sarita. Video was crystal clear and was in proper frame. It was from top left angle so I could see her boobs and ass both together.

Her dark brown nipples on the white boobs were like indicator lights. Her underarms were clean shaved but her pussy was covered with bushy curly pubic hairs. The golden chain lying between her fair wet boobs looked dam sexy. Her nude body was like Zareen khan. During bathing she poked her fingers inside every hole in her body. She turned round about 4 times. It was a 18 minutes video…

From then that video was like food to me. I watch it during waking up, at noon time, at tea time and before sleeping. Every time I watched it, it gave me a different pleasure. It may be because I made it by myself. I never got bored by watching it so many times…

Things were going like this, everything was normal between me and her. One evening as usual I was sitting with her at her home teasing each other for fun. While talking, she tied her hair with both her hands back. It lifted up both her elbows which stretched her milky boobs forward. It chocked my heart for a moment. My hands were yenibosna escort starving to press those fleshy large boobies.

I lost my control. I intended to hug her, but suddenly her phone rang. She rushed towards her phone and was talking. I scolded myself. What I was doing. I should control myself.

She was talking so I was just looking here and there. I entered her bedroom. Room had fragrance of rose.

There was a PC on the table. I opened the drawer And I was shocked… I saw some adult magazines. Full of dirty stories, erotic pics and phrases.

Well it was a normal thing I thought. She is single and young. She too have sexual desires. I was just about to leave my room but there she is!!… standing behind me, looking desperately at me…

“I am sorry… I was looking for a pen, I didn’t mean to look at your personal stuff” I explained with stammering. Actually I was not aware of what I was saying.

She stood silent, not knowing how to react or respond. I turned down my head. Her pallu was transparent. Her navel was clearly visible. I was staring so deeply on her navel. I wish I could smell it and lick it.

She went away without saying anything. As she turned around, her curvy round ass were waving at me.

I too escaped from there quietly…

For 2 days we didn’t meet as we both were uncomfortable facing eachother.

One day I was searching for my passbook, there in drawer of locker, I saw ID proof of my sexy Sarita.

She might have handed it to my mom for an insurance policy.

I never asked her about her age. She was born on 20/07/1982 I found it on her ID. She was 32 years old. As I calculated her age, something went up over my skin from my tummy to neck.

Then suddenly I was amazed… Her birthday is coming on this Sunday. I wanted to do something special for her. So I went to her room again to patch up everything.

I knocked the door twice. She opened the door, looked at me weirdly for a moment and then welcomed me smiling as if nothing has happened. I smiled back too and greeted her as normal.

She wore a light yellow nighty with white flowers on it. Her panty lining was visible at her bottom and her bra strips form behind. The sight of her ass from behind was a visual treat.

We sat on her dining table and talked a lot. We had some apples while talking.

I was constantly staring at her lips while talking. Apples made her lips wet and glossy. My tongue was begging to lick her apple flavoured juicy lips.

“What do you do at parties?” I asked her frankly.

“Well, we use to hangout and have some drink that’s it nothing more…” She said gracefully.

“You drink!!?” I over reacted.

She giggled and said “ya… what is the big deal in that? Almost every staff at my office drink. So at parties we obviously have some whisky and vodka…”

“Oh that’s great… I drink too occasionally…” I replied joyfully.

I heard my mom calling me shouting my name. I said her goodbye and left.

Then I waited for Sunday to come to give her a surprise at her birthday.

Finally the day has come. Today is Saturday and I was at my terrace waiting for my Sarita to come from work. It was 5:30 and there she comes. Her top view was also quiet seductive. Her curves could pull me down towards her.

I made a call to my mom and said that today I will be staying at my friend’s house for a party…

She agreed and I went to my friend’s house to pass time. Finally My watch showed me 11:30 and I went to buy some whisky and snacks.

My friend dropped me at my apartment and he went away. I reached 10 minutes earlier at her door and waited there. At sharp 12:00 am, I knocked her door. As she opened, I sang the birthday song…

She thanked me and gave me a warm hug… Oh my God!!… That feeling is not less than heaven to me.

I entered her room and shown her what I brought for her. She smiled happily and immediately set everything on the table.

“Time is so late. Your parents won’t say anything?” she asked.

“I took mom’s permission to party late night. Don’t worry.” I replied.

We were having peg slowly one by one and we both were making fun of eachother.

After having 4 pegs, she laughed unnecessarily saying stupid things.

I laughed with her too and asked suddenly “What were those magazines for?”

She paused. After a moment she said “Look dear, to be frank, I have desires too like any other woman.”

She added “I was very embarrassed that day when you looked at all those stuff. I should have hidden it properly.”

I said “Hey don’t worry about that. I understand. And it had not at all effected your impression on me. I know you are an awesome cool educated woman. Why don’t you wish for a second marriage? Any man would love to be with you.”

She said “I have applied for second marriage. So many proposals came but I didn’t liked anyone. Actually nobody can take the place of my husband. He was so zeytinburnu escort much caring and loving.”

I said “You will surely get one. Wait for him to come. He will be very lucky to have you. You are well natured with a decent job and very beautiful. You are an ideal wife for a man can imagine.”

She smiled and said “Thank you very much dear… Thank you for this treat. I always feel relaxed with you. You are so charming.”

We stared at each other’s eyes for a couple of minutes. I slowly moved my face towards her looking at her eyes. I gently kissed her soothing lips. I could feel her warm breath from her nose.

She closed her eyes and stayed calm. Her lips were sweet as straw berries and smooth as butterscotch.

I opened my mouth and grabbed her lips inside my mouth. I pulled my tongue into her mouth through her lips. My tongue first hit her upper teeth, then she opened her mouth and our tongue were sliding over each other. It tasted so good.

We were drunk and were high. We kissed passionately for about 5 minutes.

I pulled her lower lip with my teeth and then stopped. We again looked at each other. She was smiling. I grabbed her shoulders, stood her up and took her to the bedroom.

I was shivering very badly and my heartbeats were making sound of a running train.

She laid her on the bed and I kissed her again laying on her stomach. I slided my lips all over her face, ears, neck and shoulders repeatedly. She hugged me tightly rubbing her arms on my back.

I pressed her boobies from over her nighty. As usual, she didn’t wear bra. They were so soft and fleshy that it was like squeezing a hot wet sponge. I was driving my hands all over her body from her boobs, stomach, navel, the sensitive area, thighs and yes of course, her lovely round ass.

I took off my clothes within seconds. I was only on my jockey. I climbed on her, facing her and grabbed both her arms with mine and stretched her hands upwards. My chest pressed her boobs and my dick was lying just below her navel. She was still on her nighty.

I kissed her aggressively like animals. Running my hands from her arms to shoulder, I squeezed her boobs form over the nighty and pressed her underarms. Her underarms were wet which made my hands wet too while pressing those. From lips, I kissed her chin, neck, boob lining, stomach and reached her garam garam samosa… My hands slided from her underarms to side stomach and were holding her thighs from both sides.

I moved my hands down and lifted her nighty upwards to her knees, thighs, panty, navel till I could see her brownish nipples. Those were stiff and erect and her nipple rings were perfectly round like a coin.

I sucked her nipples left-right-left and wished if I had two mouths so that I could suck both her nipples together at a time. I moved down, reached her stomach and dug my tongue into her navel.

I licked, sucked and kissed her deep navel like it was a candy. I again moved down a little and rubbed my nose on her panty. I smelled it deeply closing my eyes. It was little wet at the bottom. I kissed on her sweaty panty. Then I holded her panty strips from both sides and gently pulled down till her knees.

Her pussy was covered with black curly bushy hairs. I liked it and smelled it again. The moment when my tongue touched her clit, her body vibrated for a second. Then I rigorously licked her hairy pussy and clitoris, she sounded ” eessssshh aaaaaaah haah”. She grabbed my hairs and pulled my head towards her cunt. I pulled down her panty from knees to foot and threw it away. She also put off her nighty lying on her neck and thrown under the bed. Now she was completely naked in front of me. I grabbed her both knees and stretched them aside which opened her pussy hole a little. Her clitoris, pussy lips, pubic hairs everything was clearly seen and was served for me tonight. I smooched her pussy lips and sucked her clitoris. While sucking, I moved my hands upwards and pinched both her tight nipples. She was moaning loudly.

It went for about 15 minutes. Then I moved my face upwards via her navel, stomach, boob valley and kissed her right neck. I kissed and licked all over her neck and shoulder. Our body parts were in a pair like my chest on her tits, stomach on stomach, my solid dick on her hot spot, thighs on thighs and foot on foot. She was drunk so her sweat had an alcoholic fragrance. The smell of her sweat were adding to my excitement. I rubbed my nose over her both tits and passionately had the smell of her both sweaty soft boobs. Her complete body was extremely hot and was covered with droplets of sweat. The aroma of her wet skin made me cruel and wild.

I took off my jockey and made her turn around. Her perfect round heart shaped ass was before me wihout any cloth on it. I was a big fan of her ass and my dick was saluting her ass. I hurrily grabbed her butt cheeks and buried my face into her butt line. I kissed all around her butt and played with it like a kid. I moved up and kissed her back neck grabbing her boobs from behind. My hard dick was sliding on her butt line.

After cuddling for about 20 minutes, I made her lay on her back as before. When she turned round, her boobs were dancing and shaking. I gave a light kiss at her left lower boob and turned my face down towards her thighs. Her face got trapped between my legs and my knees were close to her ears.

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I dart my gaze over toward her, flaring my nostrils in the act of taking in a relaxing breath and releasing it. I casually rest my shoulder against the door jam as if I have nothing better to do. The bright light from the hallway stretches around my body and spills into the bedroom. The one room that I can literally trap her in and do with her as I please. And there she stands in the middle of the room. Her silhouette paints the darkened wall behind her with a striking pose. A black shadow looms above her petite form as a larger more ominous figure. Without saying a word I allow my eyes to drink in her succulent form. Every curve, dip, and plane of her body are open to my explorations. She is wearing my favorite black slip of a dress. The one that she has made me swear not to rip from her seductive little physique.

My ambitious eyes continue their journey down her torso and to her minuscule waist. A low tumbling growl escapes me, merely hinting at the fact that I wish to claim what is mine. The sweeping journey of my vision drifts down her hips and settles on her luscious legs. I’ve always been a leg man and always will be a leg man. Right away I notice that she is squirming beneath my gaze and this brings a cocky smile to my face. I like it when she squirms. It means that she is just as impassioned as I am. Those legs bathed in ivory skin caress one against the other. My eyes continue to rove down even further to the point of my desire, her tiny feet. Clenching my teeth together tightly I bite back the sudden craving to devour her.

She is wearing fuck me pumps again. The black chunky heel raises her up four inches above her natural height. I smirk, sensing her attitude from across the dimly lit room. It hangs between us like an impervious sexual fog. Her demure eyes sparkle and fall to the floor. “That’s my girl.” I whisper to her from my stance in the doorway. I quirk my brow while watching her hips oscillate in tiny circles.

It is as if she is dancing to music that only plays when I am around. The fire within her coils and expands in a torridly heated lethargy. The heated rush sweeps through her body and extends through her limbs with lascivious sexual tension. She is seething with wanton desire. I swipe my tongue over my lips much like a starving predator sizing up his prey, never letting my eyes fall from her.

I concentrate on her ankles. They are so diminutive and pleasing to the eye. The skinny black velvet straps slink around her slender tarsus and grip them with a snug fit. Just like I do when I grip those ankles and spread her open wide. Her creamy skin drapes over the slim bone to create a delicious hollow for my lips to suckle and feast. Mmm and oh how I am going to tease I with my teeth.

I can hardly wait to gnaw at the protruding bone and then caress it with my heated tongue to ease the sharpness of my teeth. The atmosphere is suddenly hot and uncomfortable within my clothing. Easing myself away from the doorway, I tug my shirt from the waistband of my pants. A metallic clacking sound signals the release of my buckle and the thrill of flesh meeting flesh in the near future. I can feel her eyes burning into me now. She’s already begging me to make the first move. I shake my head at her. The slow and determined movement registers my intent deep within her knowing orbs. There is no need for me to speak, she understands my demands and desires.

The hissing sound of leather sliding against denim brings a flaming blush to her skin as I slide the belt out of the loops of my jeans and curl the worn brown leather around my fist. Dark eyes meet her glistening amber pools and detain them from looking away. I consider snapping the belt at her or even using it on her but the thought is fleeting when I see her feet. Without a second thought my grip eases and the belt unfurls from it’s coiled state around my fist and falls to the floor with a quiet clanking sound. Well manicured toes peek out from beneath wide bands of black velvet that criss-cross in an X over her foot. She is practically melting as she walks closer to me.

One tiny foot glides in front of the other. The polish lavishly coating her toenails glimmers and winks with her every step. The light shade of shell pink is reminiscent of her slick inner folds. A low animalistic growl rumbles from the back of my throat when she slides her hands down her sides and smooths her dress into place. The black velvet hugs her curves and sucks into her much like a second skin.

Bare legs transverse with one sleek thigh caressing over the other in a sexy stroll that puts the hottest catwalk to shame. Damn! She’s only fueling my fire. Perched upon those exquisite toes, tiny feet bring her closer to me ensconced in perpetual passion. The erotic stance pulls her calf muscles taunt and firm. The wench teases me without much effort. She knows how my blood boils within the anxious wake of laying my hands upon her flesh. Curvaceous hips sway back sancaktepe escort and forth in the act of luring me closer.

She steps up to me. Her breath is warm and sweet as it flutters against my cotton shirt. The thin veil of clothing stands as a barrier between us. Golden locks spill over her bare shoulders when she tilts her face up to look at me. She boldly stares into my ebony gaze while undulating her hips to brush up against my growing bulge. Hands that could easily clutch her and jerk her closer simply slide the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, trailing my hands down either side of her arms. That’s when I feel one tiny pump slip over the top of my barefoot and press into my flesh.

The little minx is already pushing me with bright eyes that dare me to put her in her place.

My jeans well out even further with the impromptu bulge of my cock. But I stand still and resist putting her in her place with a firm hand. This miniature battle of wills is one that I wage alone. I glance down in time to see the tip of her sexy pump slip beneath the cuff of my jeans. A labored breath surges and immerses into her skin when I lower my head and nip along her collarbone. The taste of her skin sinks into my senses and tantalizes taste buds that crave the sweetness of flesh.

Gripping her with both hands I succulently pull her skin between my teeth and grind them back and forth over the captured treat. I thoroughly enjoy devouring the tender morsel. I’ve got her right where I want her and my thoughts are confirmed when her low groan grows and reverberates against my lips. Strong masculine fingers cinch around her waist to roughly yank her body into mine. Malevolent in my desire to posses her I crush her slight frame into my strong build and whisper against her throat with a deep growl, “Mine.” Gleaming white teeth pull at her flesh before releasing it with a slight snapping sound just inches from causing harm.

Her answer is simple yet sweet as she curves her shoe in and rakes it across the top of my foot. The little wench draws the sole over my foot, pulling my skin in the wake of her touch. Volatile white streaks flare and fade from the imprint of her shoe upon my skin. The engaging breathless smile she gives me does little to convey any integrity. And yet it warms my heart just the same.

She’s playing the part of innocent. A part I know all too well. I’ll let her try, I always let her try.

It’s the seductive pull and push of our relationship. She steps out of bounds and I yank her back to the reality of my world. And she’s pushing right now. The little minx has eased her tiny foot further up my ankle. I shiver involuntarily when she turns her foot to the side and slides the velvet band against my skin. The luscious fabric will be my downfall before too long. I leer down at her. It’s a look that’s well recognized by her. With one tentative step back she wrenches herself from my grip. I simply watch her with a leering smirk and hungry eyes. I will have her soon regardless of her tactics.

My hand cuts through the darkness to reach for her. But I find myself grasping at thin air when she deliberately turns to the side. Normally I would have descended upon her by now. But the flow of her hands eases up to cup and caress her ample bosom. I want to see just how far she’s going to take this seductive little dance. In slow motion she turns to allow me the full sight of her body. A heaving bosom rises and collapses, crushing her flesh into the black velvet with a husky groan. Aaah she teases too well. My view is obstructed too soon when she turns around completely to saunter toward the bed. I should grasp those golden locks in my fist and force her back to stand before me, but the full sight of her luscious body stills my movements. Swaying hips saunter toward the bed as she gives me an extraordinary glimpse or that swaggering ass while prancing away from me.

I half growl and groan with the raging desire that races through my veins. Lurching forward I fall in step directly behind her. She’ll be lucky if she makes it to the bed. And then she stops. One knee is perched upon the bed as she turns to look back at me. Amber eyes glisten with the passion unveiled before me. To touch or not to touch? To cross her flesh with a harsh mark or not? These are the questions that fill my mind. All in due time she’ll more than find out.

The slight indention from her knee creases the comforter at the point of contact making it seemingly reach up to consume her. The movement naturally spreads her legs to reveal her glistening cunt. Her sweet scent permeates the room with a heady aroma that would test the habits of a monk. Black velvet creeps up the curvature of her ass to reveal more of her creamy flesh. My hand guides her other leg up so that she’s now on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, spread open and ready for my attention. A sarıyer escort nasty little thought infiltrates my mind but is kept secret behind a dominate gaze that gives nothing away. I glance back toward the belt and leaver her long enough to stalk over to grasp it once again.

The hem of her dress creeps up more and fully exposes her well-rounded ass. She’s noticed that I’ve moved and yet she doesn’t dispute the leather belt now clutched in my hand. She wants it. And she wants it hard. It could be no other way between us. I bid her to obey and she does so or she suffers the consequences. But now, she suffers not. She’s begging me for it. Every dark and demented caress I could give her is begged for within the shining gleam of those amber eyes. I slide the belt in my grip, curving it so a rather short length is extended from my hand. Fully stepping up behind her I rare back and send the end of the belt up to smack between her legs. The leather collides with her slick cunt, slapping into the tender flesh with a moist smacking sound. “Spread your legs further girl.”

I can barely hear my own words as they’re spoken. The cry that she’s unleashed is no normal cry of pain. There is no begging plea to stop. And it’s music to my ears, the way she gulps back another whimper and slides her legs further apart. The belt lies limply upon the bed just waiting to fulfill my darkest desires. I firmly grasp her ass with my free hand to knead the solid flesh into my grip. My fingertips trace along the smooth curve of her cleft barely digging in to tease her. Then without any further notice I send the belt up with another vicious smack into her pulsating cunt.

This time she lurches forward with the firm placement of the belt to her sodden flesh. Of course the movement is followed by a loud cracking sound as my hand makes contact with her ass. The sound fills the room only to be eclipsed by her cry of shock. Now why she’s shocked I have no idea, but I know I’m going to enjoy every minute of keeping her in her place. “Back to the edge of the bed slut or it’s only going to get worse.” She can hear the smirk in my voice before she even glances back at me. Blonde locks whip to the side and splay across her back as she looks over her shoulder and starts to back up toward me.

I grab her and pull her back where she belongs, shaking my head at her as I rub the palm of my hand into her offended flesh. To further her torment I step up and grind the teeth of my zipper into her skin so that she can feel the hard bulge of my cock behind the denim. Shooting her a look that tells her that she is getting exactly what she’s asked for, I step back to send the belt flying up against her waiting cunt with the flick of my wrist.

This time the smacking sound produced a cry from her that was simply divine. Glancing down at the belt I’m very pleased. The brown leather is dark with the mark of her slick cunt, proving that she’s cumming harder with each delicious slap delivered to her fiery flesh. Mmm and that cum is going to coat my cock in short order. For now this little slut is going to feel the lingering sting of my belt. Two more harsh slaps lick at her flesh with primal brutality.

While she’s left reeling in the void between lashes, deft fingers unfasten the fly of my jeans to allow my jutting cock to spring from the confinement. Dropping the belt, I shove my jeans past my hips and straight to the floor and step out of them. Determined to free myself from my clothing I quickly whip my shirt over my head and drop it beside my jeans in a crumpled heap. Every thought in my mind is focused on the act of pleasure. When she tries to look around toward me I catch her head with a firm hand and turn her around to stare at the blank wall in front of her. “I don’t think so puss. Keep your gaze trained to the wall and just feel. If I catch you turning around….you’ll feel a lot more than you expected.”

My cock twitches and bobs as I drink in the sight before me. My girl on her hands and knees and left open and vulnerable to my touch. I press my meaty cock against the hot juncture of her thighs and tease her flesh with another slow grind. Fevered flesh is crushed to fevered flesh. I land a quick smack upon her right cheek and grind my hips into her again. Obsidian orbs dance with delight as I watch her flesh move beneath my hand. I deliver another hard smack to her left cheek. Her creamy skin is now marked with the imprint of my hands standing out in a light pink glow. She’s shuddering against me, I can feel her entire body quivering and just begging for more the whole time she remains quiet. I know my girl, she’s got her teeth sunk into her plush lower lip, biting the hell out of it to help her hold her place.

Teasing my little slut has always been a favorite past time of mine. With a wicked gleam in my eyes I skim my hand up the center of her back and across the plush velvet sefaköy escort dress that’s still clinging to her body. My fingertips dip in to caress her spine and span the length. Simply marveling at the manner in which she arcs her back with my touch. Thick fingers spread over the back of her neck and sink into her golden mane. Curling fingers clutch into her silken tresses as I pull her back and toward me with a slow rise. My fist is decadently enshrouded in a golden halo. I raise my chin, dark eyes gauging her every move as I watch her ease back against the hard planes of my chest.

A soft groan escapes rosy lips as she attempts to hold her place for me, propped up on her knees and spread open as she should be. A depraved whisper infiltrates her senses as I speak close to her ear, “You know I could fuck the hell out of you right here and now my sweet little puss. And there is nothing that can stop me. But you don’t want to stop me do you hmmm?” Dark and rough words hit their mark. She writhes back against me in sultry abandon. A devious little chuckle greets her ears when she timidly shakes her head and begins to plead with me.

This I do not allow. I grip the hem of her dress and pull the fabric up her sinuous body, letting the velvet glide over her voluptuous form and finally over her head. Curling locks of hair spring from the restrictive fabric and splay down the middle of her back and against my chest. Mmm so very nice. I toss her dress to the floor next to my clothing before inching my fingers back into that silken haven and grasp her hair in my fist once again.

I slip two fingers up to her lips and dip them into the warmth of her mouth. I am so very pleased to feel her soft lips suckle at my digits with a growing hunger. I’m positive that my girl aches and is so very close to the edge. I temper her and rein her in with the soft jerk of my hand in her hair. Nonchalantly curing the tips of my fingers into her mouth and seductively pulling them from the velveteen cavern until they are free from the heated vice. “Mmmm my girl needs to be fucked doesn’t she? She needs that freshly spanked cunt spread open wide with this cock hmm? Don’t you slut?”

I grip her hair tighter and pull her back erratically to feast upon the delicate flesh of her neck that is now exposed to my advances. She tilts her head back into my hand and closes her eyes in an attempt to ease her torment. Fingers wet with the moisture from her mouth cascade down the nape of her neck and between the valley of her heaving breasts leaving a moist trail of desire in their wake. And lower still they travel as I split my fingers to caress either side of her navel, marking the sudden intake of breath with the sunken plane. Her breath is so erratic and light when she whimpers and strains to control herself. It is almost as if she’s trying not to move my fingers. I crane my head down and tease the valley of her neck with my lips. “Eyes are still meant to be trained forward puss.” I murmur between suckling nips.

She nods and whimpers against my lips as she averts her gaze to the wall while she can still keep them open. My fingers blindly creep between her smooth thighs and delve into her sodden flesh. I dip them into her pulsing cunt and slather her satiny cream over every inch of her skin. “A little wet are we pet?” The continuous baiting and play on words continues within our exchange. When she’s this breathless I don’t expect an answer. She answers every question with the submitting of her passion.

Grasping her now damp locks I pull her back even further. A violent quiver pushes back against me when my lips capture the swallowing motion her throat makes when she strains to do as she’s told and not move when she craves to do so. This time I can see her white teeth sink into the plush flesh of her lower lip and I take that exact opportunity to plunge two thick fingers into her tight cunt. A deep groan plays along her throat as I suck and feed upon her skin like a man devouring food for the Gods. Coursing my tongue across her flesh in a trail of fiery passion around the back of her neck, I sink my teeth into her skin and growl at the base of her neck.

The deep curve of her ass tilting back against my lower abdomen ushers forth the intense clenching of my fingers as she locks them tightly in her pussy. A harsh sucking motion pulls my lips from her flesh so that I may lay a kiss against the skin just below her earlobe in a sign of approval. Withdrawing my fingers from her sopping nether lips, I produce the glistening digits and bring them back to her lips. One breathy word is whispered against her ear as I press my cheek to hers, “Suck.” Lost in her enthusiasm to please, she immediately clamps her lips around my fingers.

She ushers forth a soft moan of pleasure as she sucks her sweet cream from them. Something deep within me twists and coils, making my heart thud within my chest as she tastes her desire for me. My dark gaze bores into this suckling girl as I carefully remove my fingers from her succulent mouth. The tip of her tongue lingers and curls around my index finger before releasing it. She takes such pride and pleasure in the act of pleasing me and I crave this. It’s like the very blood that runs freely through my veins, pulsing and thriving to bring life to ones heart.

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It’s been five long days back in the office since our crazy experience with Craig. I can finally walk straight again and it doesn’t hurt when I sit anymore but that’s the least of my concerns. Danny hasn’t spoken to me since we got back from our trip. Matter of fact, he hasn’t really spoken to anyone since we got back. He’s been locked in his office pretty much all the time.

I couldn’t help but think it had something to do with Craig. I battled it back and forth in my mind but why would he be upset about me fucking Craig? He was the one that asked me and he did the same thing before with other girls with Craig. Besides, I’m not like dating him or anything so he shouldn’t be possessive at all.

Then I thought, maybe it had to do with all the things I said? Maybe my comments on Craigs body and the way he handled me had something to do with it. Maybe it was because I paid more attention to Craig while we were fucking.

Whatever the reason, It was driving me crazy! I needed to talk to him. I marched over to his office and knocked on the door. After three knocks, I didn’t hear anything so I opened the door and walked right in.

“Babe, just talk to me! Please! I want to fix this!” Danny said gloomily, almost begging who I assumed to be his wife on a conversation on the phone that I obliviously just barged in on.

“Not now!” He shook his head and his firm voice barked at me.

I turned, closing the door behind me and walking out. My heart sank to the bottom of my chest. Annie obviously found out about the affair and I’m responsible for breaking up their family. I couldn’t help but feel god awful. The remaining hour of the work day was excruciating just waiting for Danny to swing by my office to talk but he never did.

Five o’clock rolled around and I just left. I got home, showered, changed into my favorite pair of granny panties and an old tshirt that came down mid thigh. I heated me up some left overs and plopped down on the couch with my favorite tv show on. Just preparing for a quiet Friday night.

Just as I got done eating, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly grabbed my silk robe off the back of the couch and put it on. Looking through the peep hole, I saw that it was Danny. I quickly opened the door, confused.

“Dann-” I was cut off when he stepped up to me, grabbed my face and kissed me deeply.

I pulled away after a few seconds, “Danny, talk to me!”

“I don’t want to talk, I’m tired of talking!” He kissed me again with such hunger while he walked us back into the living room and shut the door behind us. He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the floor of the living room. His hands ran down over my ass and to the back of my thighs. He lifted me, my legs wrapped around him as he walked me over to the couch and laid me down.

He pulled my robe apart as he continued kissing me feverishly. His hands found my tits, groping them and squeezing them over my tank top. One hand traveled down to between my legs, finding my heated mound.

He stopped suddenly and looked down. He smirked, “You do wear panties after all!”

I blushed embarrassed by his discovery of my granny panties but he immediately removed them. He knelt on the living room floor before pulling my hips into place. I was slouched on the couch, my ass on the edge of the seat and now, Danny was face deep in my pussy.

I felt like there was no warm up, there was no slow start. He dove in, lapping up my wetness. He flicked his tongue back and forth on my clit repeatedly making me quiver. He held my legs apart as he continued his full on assault. His arm reached up to fondle me before he stopped. “Take me to your bedroom!” his charming voice resonated.

I got up, taking him by the hand and walking him to the bedroom. We stood at the foot of the bed as we made out passionately. I unzipped his shorts and slid my hand in his pants, finding his already hard member. His shorts dropped to the floor, I pulled his cock out of his boxers and started stroking him. I knelt in front of him and immediately took his cock in my mouth.

I looked up at him as I took slid his cock deep in my mouth then back out. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I held it. He grabbed the back of my head as I took him in my mouth again. Taking him all in, deep throating him as best as I can. Most of his cock being buried in my mouth as the head slipped into my throat.

I held my position for as long as I could until he pulled my head back, sliding himself out of my mouth. He started thrusting his hips, sending his dick in and out of my mouth. After he was good and teased, he hand me stand.

He took my face in his hand as he started to kiss me again while sliding my robe off. He grunted before grabbing me by the hips and pushing me back, onto the bed. He crawled up over me, pinning my writs down with his hands and with one swift motion, thrusted his penis deep into my dripping wet vagina.

I cried out as he started pumping in and out fast and hard. He brought his mouth to bite the end of my haramidere escort tank top and pull it up, over my tits. I helped him, grabbing it and pulling it off. He turned his attention to each of my nipples as he fucked me, teasing them, biting them, sucking on them, bringing intense pleasure to my body. His mouth moved up to my neck as he began sucking and biting my neck.

“Holy fuck! What got into Danny?” I thought to myself.

He then released my hands and sat up, “Turn around!” He ordered and I obeyed.

He pushed me down on my stomach to lay flat on the bed and pushed my legs together. He then straddled me, my legs between his. I pushed my ass up slightly giving him better access. He quickly found my soaked pussy again and slipped right in and started pumping again, this time going slow, driving me crazy. He leaned into me, pressing his body against mine as he placed small bites along my shoulders.

He gradually built his speed up, smacking my ass hard as he fucked me. At that point I was getting close, my face buried in the pillow as screams escaped my lips as he smacked me. I felt a violet grab at my hair and my head being lifted off the soft surface.

“Are you going to cum on my cock?” He asked taunting almost.

“Yes, I’m going to cum so hard on your cock!” My screams increased in volume as pleasure overcame me. My body shook underneath of him. Danny wasn’t too long after, his grunts became higher and louder as he pumped his cum deep in me.

After catching my breath, I headed to the shower to wash off and to my surprise Danny joined in soon after. After, I got my robe back on around me as Danny got dressed.

“Would you like some wine?” I asked as I opened the fridge getting out a bottle.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any bourbon now would you?” He asked hopeful.

“Well I do but it’s probably on the cheaper end of what you’re used to drinking.”

“I honestly don’t care right now, I’ll take it!” He seemed gloomy.

I sat next to him on the couch, passing him his glass of bourbon.

“Sorry…” He said after sighing.

“Sorry?” I asked confused.

“I just took all of my frustrations on you on just then. I feel like I used you.”

I laughed, “Danny, we’re nothing more than fuck buddies, thats exactly what we do is use each other!” I looked at him as he took a drink, “How about you tell me what’s going on.”

“Ugh, sure…” He hesitated, “So remember the other night at the club when I told you about how Annie and I met?”

“Yea…” I looked at him confused.

“Well it really got me thinking when you said maybe she’s just not into me anymore so I did some digging…” He sighed, “She’d been watching lesbian porn for starters, she never watches porn! I then spoke to the husband of her best friend just on the off chance she told her best friend something and she told her husband. He said she was talking about needing a woman’s touch and all of that sensual stuff. I dug through her phone and found that she had been texting someone named ‘T’ in her phone about missing them and so on.”

He was frustrated but I didn’t really understand it but I was relieved it wasn’t because she found out about us.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you when you walked into my office earlier. She found out I had been snooping and went off the rails.”

“Danny, you cheat on her; why are you this frustrated if she’s getting what she needs on the side?”

“Because..” He fumbled to find a way to put it, “With you, it’s just sex, it’s not like we’re in love or anything like that.”

“Ohh, now I get it, you’re afraid she’ll fall I love and leave you!” I paused, “But if you’re both miserable and cheating, why would you want to stay together?”

“Because I love her!” He sat upright, his elbows now now his knees, he was getting choked up as he spoke.

“I know I just seem like an adulterous asshole but I love her and my kids, outside of our sex life, we have an amazing relationship!”

I looked at him confused, “But you still cheat? How can you love her like that and still step out on her.”

“I can’t explain it. I know how it looks. Sex is just sex to me, I don’t care if she’s screwing someone else but if she falls in love with them, I’ll be devastated.”

I still didn’t get it but I offered whatever support I could, rubbing his back gently.

He wiped whatever evidence of tears away from his face before grabbing his drink off the coffee table, downing the whole thing all at once.

I poured him another while he sank back into the couch.

“Why haven’t you pursued anything more serious in your relationships?” He asked.

I looked at him with one eyebrow cocked, “After what you just told me, do I need to explain myself?!?” I laughed, “Relationships are too messy!”

“Thats fair.” He commented.

“I’m sorry I brought you into this mess. I really didn’t intend it to be like this. I’m sorry I unloaded my marital problems on you. I know how fucked up this situation is.”

“Danny, içerenköy escort stop apologizing!” I hissed.

“I’m sor-” He started but stopped himself.

I smiled, “I’ve been cheated on, taken advantage of, lied to and used by not one but two boyfriends in the past so I just don’t care to get into anything serious right now.”

“Oh, who would cheat on a girl like you?” He genuinely asked, “Is that what happened with your most recent guy?”

“Guys are scum and they’re all fucked up!” I looked at him holding back a smirk purposely avoiding his last question.

“Hey! How dare you?!”

“Really Danny?” I smiled at him.

“Ok ok, so maybe I am scum but what are you? You’re willingly sleeping with a married man!”

“I wasn’t denying that I’m bad too!”

He chuckled, “Oh you’re bad alright! You took both Craig and I like a champ!”

I immediately turned red in the face, I quickly picked up the throw pillow and playfully hide my huge embarrassed smile.

He leaned in and pulled the pillow away, you were so loving every minute of every second of everything we were doing to you! You little freak!”

“Stop!” I bushed.

“Why? I know how much you enjoyed Craig, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him!”

I couldn’t help but smile widely, my cheeks heated, ” I thought you were mad at me all week because I was into Craig so much.”

“Ha! Na, I loved seeing you enjoy him so much. You have to understand Ashley, when it comes to sex, I’m really not the jealous type.”

I looked at him curiously, “How many other women have you been with since you’ve been married?”

“Five, you’re the only one that I’ve been with more than once.”

“How many times have you and a Craig teamed up like that?”

“Only two before you!”

“I still don’t believe you!” I smiled, “Craigs married too and he does the same thing you do?”

“Its q bit different, his wife know he screws other girls, she just doesn’t know the extent of it. They’re swingers, she thinks its only the girls at the club they go to but she doesn’t know about his secretary.”

“You guys are just a bunch of sexual deviants aren’t you?”

“Hey! I’m not as bad as Craig! I don’t swing and stuff!”

“Maybe you should, its cheating that you both can agree on, you get to supervise who shes banging and vice versa, and it’s just sex, no emotional relationship.”

“Yea but what about you?”

“What do you mean what about me?”

“Do I still get you?” He said with a charming smirk, moving in to kiss me.

“No!” I playfully said between kisses.

“Then I’d just have to take you!” He said inches from my face as he crawled over me on the couch…

*Four Days Later..

I had so much paper work to do for the five new folks we just hired. I was at my desk, with my coffee just constantly going trying to finish this stuff off before I could get back to my regular work load when my phone rang.

“Can you come to my office asap?” Danny said.

“Can it wait? I’m buried in paperwork!”

“Is that insubordination I hear?” He joked.

“Fine, I’m coming!”

I enter his office, closed the door behind me, sitting at his desk and setting my coffee down.

“Yes Sir?” I teased.

“So, I had a talk with Annie last night…”

I looked at him gesturing him to continue.

“Long story short…She admitted that she was having an affair with some girl name Tracey. It’s been going on since she’s had the baby and it’s the reason we only have sex like once a month. She’s pretty torn up about it and wants to make it right.”

“I’m so sorry, Danny.” I said before he stopped me.

“Don’t be sorry- She was crying and freaking out that I’d leave her and all this mess but I pretty much told her exactly what I told you, if its just sex, I don’t care, if theres feelings involved, then theres a problem.”

“So did you tell her about you cheating?”

“No, why would I do that?”

“Well since you guys are getting a fresh start, I think you would want to come clean too.”

He chuckled, “No, the thing is, she’s going to stop seeing Tracey because she has feelings for her. We can continue our thing because it’s just sex…”

“That’s really fucked up!”

“I know but I don’t hear you saying you want out.” He paused for a moment.

I was silent.

“I thought so..” he smiled.

“I mean, I like what we do but this is wrong, at this point, you both have been unfaithful and now you’re both getting a clean start to learn to love each other again and rekindle whatever was lost and all that good shit. I can’t let you continue this if she’s willing to make things work with you two and be faithful.”

Danny started laughing, “Is that what you think is going to happen here?” We’re both going to be faithful to each other and have amazing sex on demand and live happily ever after?” He paused again.

“She’s already told me that she wants to stay with me but I won’t be able to please her sexually and she won’t be able to please me innovia escort sexually.”

“Sounds like the green light for you to do whatever.”

“Well I was thinking, since you mentioned it the other day, maybe I should talk to her about swinging.”

I shook my head, “You guys are so fucked up!”

“I know, you don’t have to say it.”

Later that day, Danny busted through my office doors. He sat in the chair on the other side of my desk.

“Well Shit! Can’t a girl do some work around here Mr. Gallagher?” I playfully teased.

“Oh hush!” He glared, “I’ve got a question for you.”

“Sure…” I responded.

“How into girls are you?”

“Well I’ve had sexual relationships with them but never anything beyond that, why?” I asked curiously.

“Well I was talking to Annie, We have this idea that I think would be really hot and really spice up our sex life and that way, she gets what she wants.”

“Ok great! Tell me!”

“So, she wants a fuck buddy, you know a girl she can call up and have fun with but she wants me to choose the girl.”

“Ok, well how are you going to choose? Like tinder or something?” I looked at him waiting to hear more.

“I’m hoping I don’t have to.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” He looked at me suggesting.

“Wait… me? No, no , no, no! I can’t!”

“I mean, where am I supposed to find a bisexual woman willing to have sex with a married woman?”

“I don’t know but it ain’t going to be me!” I strongly stated.

“Look, she doesn’t know you, she’s never seen you before, she’ll never find out that you work here! Wear a wig, dress differently, do something crazy with your makeup, pick a name and pretend like you’ve never met me before!” He smiled.

“I mean, I don’t know about all of that!”

“One night?”

I shook my head.

“C’mon, if you’re not into it after the first night, you never have to do it again!”

I sighed, “The kinds of things you try to convince me of..”

He chuckled.

“Give me a few days to think about this.”

I spent the rest of the week going back and forth in my head about it. I just didn’t feel like it was right but at the same time, the idea excited me. I was beating myself up about it, I wanted to do this for Danny but I just didn’t want to take the risk of his wife finding out who I am.

Friday afternoon as I was packing up to leave, I swung by Danny’s office, “I’m in.”

He looked up from his papers, “Holy hell, are you for real?”

“Don’t make me change my mind!” I warned.

“Ok, I’ll convince Annie I found her a girl on the internet. We’ll get a room at the Sheraton. Meet me there tonight at 7pm.”

It was 6:45, I was parked at the hotel, the engine ran while I gathered my thoughts and built up the courage to get out of the car. After a few more minutes of freaking out, I shut the engine off and got out. I walked through the lobby where I meet Danny.

“Ok, I met you on a dating website, you’re profile said you were bisexual but looking for a woman, told her your name was Emily and after I reached out to you, you were all for helping us out.”

“Ok..” I bit my lip nervously.

“Remember, you want this, your excited about this or at least thats what she’s expecting!”

Danny walked me to the bar where Annie sat around a circular high table in the back. She was wearing a very stunning little back dress and heels. I felt very underdressed, in jeans and a very tight fitted, low cut pink long sleeve blouse.

“Annie, meet Emily; Emily, Annie!” Danny introduced us before pulling my chair out for me. I sat inches away from Annie and Danny sat on the other side of her.

It was awkward at first but Annie started talking to me, asking questions. She was very comforting and very sweet. She kept the conversation going and Danny kept the drinks coming.

Once I got a drink and Annie and I started talking, the nerves went away, making me feel more comfortable with the situation. She was very welcoming and friendly. That made me instantly like her. After a few drinks in, Annie started getting very friendly. Her hand rested on my thigh, she started whispering things in my ear. I think she was really enjoying the thought of her husband finding her the perfect lover.

I saw her hand crept into Danny’s lap and to his crotch as she moved in for her first kiss with me.

“Are we ready to move this party upstairs?” Annie asked before downing the remainder of her drink.

In the elevator, I couldn’t help notice how cute Annie was, for a mom of two, she was very fit, very in shape. She had short smooth legs and a tight ass. Her hair came down to the middle of her back and her gorgeous blue eyes were to just get lost in.

As we got up to the room, she kicked off her heels and tossed them aside, she walked over to Danny, pushing up against him before kissing him softly, “I want you to watch!” She whispered in his ear, “As long as it’s ok with our guest.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“Do you care if my husband watches us?”

“Oh not at all!” I walked over to her. Kissing her softly but passionately, “We’ll give him a show he won’t forget!” I said as I broke the kiss, staring directly into his eyes.

I pushed him backwards to sit on the little armchair beside the bed as I proceeded to take the lead with his wife.

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I stare at my empty wine glass, blinking back tears, and the bartender comes over to the end of the bar and raises an eyebrow at me.

“Another, please.”

He pours me more Merlot and leaves me to sit there, brooding at being dumped by my boyfriend, Charley. OK, my EX-boyfriend. I’m still numb over that “ex-” tacked on the front — it doesn’t seem real yet, though the wine is helping. A man who looks way too much like Charley for comfort enters the uncrowded hotel bar, lightly populated on this Tuesday night. He glances over at me, takes a few steps in my direction, then sees what must be a hostile look on my face and veers off, apparently concluding the same thing the bartender did an hour ago — best to give me some space tonight.

I feel bad about taking it out on the poor guy, not his fault, but I SO don’t want to be around anyone tonight who looks remotely like my ex.

I sip my wine in silence.

I hear steps behind me, then a tall man with rugged good looks and green eyes leans against the railing near me and takes a swig of microbrew beer. “Bad night?”

He’s cute, and looks nothing at all like Charley, so I nod in assent.

“Want to talk about it?”

I look at him. His forehead is crinkled with concern and he seems like a decent sort. Ah, might as well tell someone, let it all out. “Broke up with my boyfriend tonight.”

He takes another swig and nods, and then waits for me to go on, not pushing, clearly sensing my mood.

I sip the wine, feel the comforting glow as it goes down my throat. “Said he’s in love with the person who USED to be my best friend, been sleeping with her for a month now, but can we pleeease be friends? As if.”

“Men,” he says in a high, fake-feminine voice. “They’re SUCH pigs.” His eyes twinkle at me.

I stare into his eyes, wondering if he’s being mean and mocking me, but I see only concern in his wide open pupils. He’s just trying to cheer me up, I conclude, nothing malicious.

I think I like him.

***

Twenty minutes later, I’ve told my new friend, Steve, the whole story, with him mostly listening and let me talk. I sip the last of my glass of wine. “Thanks. Appreciate having you listen to all this rubbish.”

“No problem,” Steve says. He looks down at his beer for a long moment, like he’s mulling over whether to say what’s on his mind or keep quiet, then his eyes stare into mine. “Look, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but it sounds like you need some rebound sex tonight.”

Damn. I thought he was interested in me. All he wants is my body. I shoot him a dirty look. “And I suppose, out of the generosity of your heart, you’re willing to sacrifice and do me this great favor.”

“No, I was referring to one of the other fine gentlemen here.” Steve sweeps his hand at all the scruffy-looking men in the bar. “Like that guy in his eighties over there. LATE eighties. Or the stud at the other end of the bar who’s been winking at you — now that’s one styling polyester leisure suit, or at least I’m sure it was when he bought it back in the seventies. And you must be turned on by the redneck in the John Deere cap, wearing what must be one of the cleaner T-shirts in his wardrobe. I mean, what woman isn’t hot for a guy wearing a shirt with a picture of an elk on it? Oh, and check out –“

I laugh. “OK, let’s stipulate for the sake of argument that you’re the best looking man in this godforsaken bar. Have I said ANYTHING that would indicate that I’m some istanbul escort sort of tramp who jumps into bed right after breaking up with my boyfriend?”

He gives me an oddly intense look with those green eyes, then in a husky voice says, “No, I think you’re a sweet, beautiful, charming woman. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He tentatively touches my forearm. “I just thought you didn’t want to be alone tonight. Can you please forgive me for my rudeness?”

His hand is hot, and I feel a tingle in my pussy from his gentle words, and from the softness and warmth of his skin against mine. My face feels flushed. The pupils of his eyes are wide open, just a fringe of green iris around the edges, and the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. Our eyes lock.

“You’re blushing,” Steve says softly.

I feel my panties getting damp, and my head is buzzing from all the wine. He’s right. I don’t want to be alone tonight.

Steve leans in close, and I don’t move away as he huskily whispers in my ear, “I have a bottle of wine in my hotel room upstairs. We can go and talk a bit more. I promise I won’t take advantage of you. I respect you.”

It feels so good, his hot breath in my ear, and my pussy is telling me yes, go with him. I can’t believe how turned on I am by the sound of his deep, masculine voice whispering this invitation.

Steve looks at me with heavy-lidded bedroom eyes. He slides his hand up my forearm a bit, leaving a trail of warmth, then his soft lips gently kiss my cheek.

I’m startled to hear my own voice whisper back, “OK, let’s go.”

It feels unreal. Why did I just agree to this?

Steve throws money for the drinks on the bar. We walk out toward the hotel lobby and the waiting elevators.

Inside the empty elevator, once the door closes and he’s punched the button for his floor, Steve steps behind me and presses himself against my back. My first reaction is to step away, but it feels good to have his stiffening cock pressed against my buns, and then he starts planting soft kisses on my neck. Shivers run down my spine. I close my eyes and moan softly.

Steve nibbles on an earlobe and murmurs into my ear, “Like it?”

I feel a bit shy, but it feels so good to have his cock pressed against my ass and his soft lips on my neck that I can’t help wiggling my ass against his stiff pole. The elevator door dings and opens, and Steve puts an arm around my waist and walks me the few steps to his room. It feels surreal and yet somehow completely natural to have this stranger’s arm around me.

He slides the keycard into the slot, and then we’re inside a nice hotel room, with marble floors and tasteful, understated furnishings. The door clicks shut, and Steve turns and touches my face, his hand slowly stroking my cheek, then sliding across my lips.

I shouldn’t let this stranger I met in a bar do this to me. How did he talk me into coming to his room? I should leave …

But my pussy has other ideas. My panties are soaked by now, and I feel a wave of lust sweep through my insides as the finger Steve is running across my lips stops and presses in, inviting me to open for him. I part my lips, and his finger slowly pushes into my mouth. “Suck on it,” Steve says. “Lick it.” I do so, dazed that I’m letting someone I barely know do such an intimate thing to my mouth, and getting turned on despite myself by the promise implied by this act.

Steve pulls his finger out, then swiftly kadıköy escort leans in and replaces it with his tongue. I let him press his body into mine as his tongue thrusts deep into my waiting mouth, and I give in to the moment, knowing now what else he wants to put in my mouth, and wanting it. Steve takes me in his arms and walks me backward, kissing me passionately all the while. The backs of my legs hit the bed, and Steve releases me so that I fall backward and down. I catch my fall, and suddenly I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with his tented pants inches from my lips.

“You want to please me,” Steve says. It is not a question. I lick my lips nervously, and realize as I’m doing it what that implies. Steve unzips his slacks and takes his hard cock out. It is almost touching my lips. I look up into his eyes, and he scoots a little closer so his dick touches my lips, lubricating them with his precum. “Lick the tip,” he says, and I hesitantly stick my tongue out and lick his piss slit. He groans, and shoves the cockhead between my waiting lips. Oh god, it feels so good to have this silky hot flesh enter my mouth. I run my tongue along the underside, marveling at the texture, and Steve breathes faster and says, “Take it. Take it deep in your cunt mouth.” Startled by the dirty sexy words, I look into his eyes as he pushes his hard shaft deeper and deeper. I try not to gag. “Relax your throat, my sexy little bitch. Take my shaft all the way down. Oh, that’s a good girl. Look at you blush, you tart. Do you like having your man’s cockhead shoved deep inside your slutty mouth?”

And god help me, I nod my head yes. Yes, I am his slutty little cocksucker, and I’m loving it, having his dick in my mouth. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this dirty exciting thing to my mouth, and talk so boldly to me, but I need this. I need a man tonight. My throat relaxes, and he’s all the way in, his balls touching my chin and his musky pubic hair nestled again my nose.

Steve puts his hands on the back of my head, and now he’s fucking my face, shoving his cock in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. I feel a little moment of panic mixed with thrill, wondering if he’s planning to cum in my mouth, and then he pulls out. I gasp for air, my breathing rapid with desire.

Steve kneels and lifts my dress, exposing my soaking panties. “Lift your slutty, sexy hips,” he says. I pause, and he slaps the side of my ass. “Lift up, I said.”

I comply, and he slides my panties off and tosses them aside. My clit is tingling, and in one quick move he kneels and gives it a lick. “Aaaah,” I say, and his tongue is slithering over my cunt lips and then circling my clit, teasing it. “Ohmygod, don’t stop.” I close my eyes in ecstasy, and suddenly I feel a coolness between my cheeks.

I open my eyes, startled, as his moistened finger slides down my crack and starts to circle my puckered hole. “What the –” I start to say, but then his finger is touching my puckered hole. I should slap him for touching me in such a private spot, or stand up and leave, but it feels so dirty and erotic having him touch me there while his lips start kissing up my flat belly. Soon he’s squeezing a breast, his tongue circling my hard nipple. He’s inserted his index finger into my wet pussy and is slowly fingerfucking it, while his middle finger circles my rosebud in rhythm with the tongue circling my nipple. “Oh,” I say. “Don’t stop. Oh, please, lick my pussy again.” kağıthane escort I close my eyes, my head buzzing from all the wine, and I gasp with pleasure as Steve’s tongue slides back down my tummy and starts licking my clit.

I open my eyes and Steve is staring at me while licking me, and I can’t help it, my hips rise up to fuck his face. When my hips drop back down the tip of his finger gets pushed inside my ass. It hurts a bit, and I grunt.

“Sorry,” he says, and slips his finger back out. I can feel my orgasm building. I clutch the hair on the back of his head and push his face into my bucking hips. His tongue keeps touching my sensitive clit, and I moan, “Oh god, I’m cumming. Aaaahh. AAAH.”

I thrash my hips around, riding the wave, and then it subsides and I lie there on the bed, panting for air. Steve climbs on top of me, and I part my legs for him. His hard cock is touching my pussy lips while I stare at the handsome face of the man who has given me such pleasure. He leans forward and kisses me. Our tongues slide together, and I can taste my own pussy juices. Steve’s prick is sliding up and down my wet pussy lips, begging for permission to enter. He breaks our kiss and says, “I want to fuck you. But you’re such a good girl, like you said in the bar. I wouldn’t want to sully the honor of such a virtuous girl.” He grins at me.

My face is on fire from blushing, but I want it, I want him inside me, so I nod my head. “Yes. You can.”

“Say it,” he demands. “Or I’ll leave. Say what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you inside me.”

“Not like that. Say it like the nasty, sexy woman you are.”

“Oh, please. Please fuck me. Fuck my pussy.”

“That’s better.” Steve’s mouth descends back onto mine, and as our tongues dance and dart together, he pulls my legs up with his strong arms. My legs are over his shoulders, and I’m helpless to stop him even if I wanted to, and I can’t believe I’m letting a man I’ve only known for an hour do this to me. But it want it. I want him. “Look in my eyes,” he says. “I want to see your startled look as my cock enters your tight little pussy.” He slides inside my sopping wet cunt, and I gasp with pleasure. “Take my cockhead inside. Oh, oh, there. Aaaaah.”

He’s all the way inside me, his balls touching my ass cheeks, our pubic hair mingling. “You like my dick buried in your sweet pussy?”

I nod. “Oh, god yes.”

He start to slowly fuck me, in and out. “You ready to get fucked hard? Tell me you love it. Tell me you want to be my dirty little bitch.”

I stare into his excited eyes. “I love being your dirty bitch. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it with your hard cock.”

Steve moans, and starts to slowly pick up the pace, until he’s fucking me as hard and fast as he can. It’s feeling good, I can feel a post-orgasm tingle building, and so I push my hips up to help him fuck me. He’s panting and sweating and fucking me fast and furious now, and he slaps the side of my ass and calls me his sweet little bitch, tells me he loves fucking my cunt.

“Say it,” he demands. “What are you?”

“I’m your slutty little whore,” I admit.

And that sets Steve off, and he thrusts deep into me. “I’m cumming. Take it, my sweet bitch. Take it. Aaaargh!” He pumps a few more times and then collapses on me, gasping for breath.

I lay there with this lovely stranger lying on top of me, his cock buried deep inside my pussy, his cum inside me, and I can’t believe it.

I can’t believe I love being fucked by someone I just met.

***

We cuddle together afterward, whispering about how good it was, and then Steve falls asleep, spooned up to my back. I lay drowsily in his arms, his cum still inside me, and wonder what will happen in the morning.

I love rebound sex.

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The truck drove away moments after Casey hopped out of it. She wiped the spit running down her chin on the back of her hand. The fresh load of spunk staining her throat had helped a little. The charm didn’t feel like it was going to drive her mad, at least right now. She had fucked both the trickster and Derek only eight hours ago, and things had already grown this desperate. How much sex was she going to need to have to keep this thing under control?

She hoped Jordan found something out sooner than later. Maybe once she was home, this wouldn’t be so difficult. Casey could find a few guys to hook up with, which would help keep the charm down. For now, she had to find another man to help her satisfy her needs. Even with the charm waning slightly, she was wetter than ever.

Casey was walking along the outskirts of the truckstop when the cashier from the gas station caught sight of her through the window and beckoned her inside. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she went inside the gas station.

“What do you think you’re doing out there?” the man asked, a scowl on his face. “I don’t let girls work out of here, I get in trouble with the cops.” He was older, and it seemed more likely that he owned the place instead of just working here.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Casey answered smoothly. “I was just going for a walk, I’m staying at the motel.”

“Don’t play coy with me, I saw you getting out of the truck, I know exactly what you’re up to.” The man frowned, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from moving along her body. “And you expect me to believe you were just going for a walk dressed like that?”

“Yes?” Casey offered with an innocent smile. It was clear the owner wasn’t buying her act though. “Listen,” she said, leaning forward and resting her elbows against the counter. The tight-fitting black tank top was low cut enough to show off an excessive amount of cleavage. “I’m just trying to get by. I’m all on my own and I don’t have any money.” She leaned even further forward, pouting at him. “I really don’t have any choice.”

The cashier, or Antonio from his name tag, eyes lingered on Casey’s exposed cleavage for several long moments, as if he hadn’t heard her at all. His gaze took in her body for a long while before he finally answered. “Alright, alright. I can’t have you gebze escort going around the parking lot though.”

“What do you suggest then?” Casey asked. The charm might have been slated for a few minutes, but the need was building up in her again. “I just need the money.” She left her actual need for cock unsaid.

“There’s an old glory hole in the bathroom. It was there when I bought the place and I’ve never had it used before, but I haven’t gotten around to patching it over yet.” He rummaged through a draw and pulled out a key. “The folks who owned the place before me didn’t have as many rules. Here’s the deal. You go around back and get into the booth. You suck any guy off that I send back there and we split the profits, fifty fifty.”

Casey immediately nodded and grabbed the key. “Deal.” That arrangement was perfectly fine with her. The money was helpful, but she didn’t really need it; as long as she got the cock she did need, it was all good by her.

“Go around the left side and we’ll settle up when you’re finished.” Antonio shook his head. “I didn’t think I’d ever put that thing to use.”

“You’re really helping me out,” Casey smiled. He actually was; without his help, she would have been wandering the parking lot.

She quickly hurried out of the gas station and went around the old door, and unlocked it. Inside was a small cramped room, barely wide enough for her to spread her arms. There was a single light switch and bulb above her and a four-inch hole in the wall. Given that it hadn’t been used in a while, the floor was dusty, but that was all. A week ago, she would have never thought she would have done something like this, but now it seemed almost mundane.

Casey waited inside impatiently. Her need was growing worse and worse. She started browsing on her phone, just hoping it would make time pass faster, and while it didn’t, it did help distract her until the door to the bathroom finally opened. She immediately put her phone down and perked up, licking her lips as she waited for a cock to appear through the hole in front of her. She heard a zipper pull down, and then a moment later, a cock pressed into the booth.

The dick was half-erect already and was impressively long. Casey didn’t wait a moment before squatting down in front of the shaft. göztepe escort Her fingers pressed against him, and the man jumped slightly at her touch, but then he relaxed. She leaned in closer to him, her breath hot along his dick as her soft hand stroked him to complete stiffness. Casey had taken to fucking men she didn’t know the last couple of days, but she at least saw them before their cocks were inside of her. Now she had no idea what this man looked like or who he was, and the head of his dick was less than an inch from her mouth.

The unseen man’s cock twitched as her hot breath rolled along his length. The claws of the charm dug deeper into Casey, making her even wetter and more desperate for this. The soft caress of her lips enveloped the head of the man’s cock, welcoming him into her. Casey let out a content sigh as she felt him there. The instant his dick was inside her, even this small amount, it felt as if the mark loosened slightly. If worse came to worse, she thought, she could just always keep a cock in her mouth.

Her lips traveled along the man, gliding down her tongue and filling her mouth. The man hadn’t said anything yet, but she could feel him relax as she pleasured his cock. She could imagine that he, just like the other truck driver, had been on the road for hours, if not days, and this was the first bit of comfort he was receiving. Casey was happy to do her part to help both of them. It was actually the perfect arrangement, she needed a cock to suck to fend off the magic, and he needed some relief.

The teenager slipped further down him and let her hand fall away from him as her lips passed it. He filled up her mouth nicely; the hot stiff length felt good in her. Casey would have loved to tease him for longer, to really draw out his orgasm, but that wasn’t why either of them were here. She needed his spunk, and he wanted to give it to her.

Casey brushed her hair over her ear and started to bob along his length. Her lips were sealed around him, hugging the width of his cock as she pushed herself forward against him, pressing them around the very base of him. The unseen man gasped in surprise at feeling her take him so deep so quickly. She couldn’t help but smile to herself that she had impressed him.

She didn’t linger on the pride; she halkalı escort focused on pleasing him. Casey’s mouth steadily worked his cock; her tongue caressed his entire length and flicked across the head when she pulled back far enough. The man’s breathing grew heavier as she worked him. The feel of her warm mouth around him was clearly having an effect. He didn’t so much as give a word of warning when he was going to cum; he just let out a content sigh. Then a stream of jizz erupted from his cock and down her throat.

Casey drank it down like it was water, and she was in the desert. His seed was barely in her mouth before she was swallowing it. The fresh load of tasty cum was precisely what she needed, and the charm agreed with her, loosening its hold on her even further for now. She knew it would come back just as stronger, if not stronger, but for a few moments, it wasn’t pressing in on her mind. How many cocks would she need to suck to get a peaceful night’s rest?

The man slowly withdrew from her, pulling free of her lips. Casey’s tongue darted out one last time to catch a drop of cum leaking out of his cock, and then the man was out of the glory hole and the bathroom. The only sign he had even ever been there was the fresh taste of spunk on her tongue and the warm feeling in her stomach.

Casey was alone again, alone, and waiting. It wasn’t as if every truck driver who came by would want a blowjob, but she had hoped it would be more than just one. She needed more. Just when she was starting to grow desperate again, the door opened, and another cock appeared through the hole. Casey didn’t even spend a moment to look at this one; she leaned forward and took the still soft dick into her mouth.

Her tongue roamed along it as the pole swelled in size, finally filling her mouth. She pressed herself deep down onto it, letting the head of the stranger’s cock press against the back of her throat. She lingered there, trapping his cock in her welcoming mouth with her tongue pressing along him, sliding along the now stiff length. From when his cock first appeared to when the second man came, pumping his load into her mouth, Casey didn’t pull off of him. The second load was as tasty as the first, and the charm released its hold on her a little more.

This time when he left, the next man was only a few minutes behind. She planted a wet kiss on the third cock, licking her way along him before finally taking him into her mouth as well. Casey could get used to this. It did remove the trouble of convincing a guy to let her suck his cock; as easy as that was, this was still faster.

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