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“I wish you’d give over a bit, Judy” said Suzie with a sigh. “You’ve been like a bear with a sore head ever since you won the tontine.”

Judy almost growled. “Don’t mention that debacle to me,” she snapped. “I couldn’t sit comfortably for a week after that oaf spanked me.”

There was a snigger from one of the other girls. “And you were walking bowlegged for that same week,” came the sotto voce comment.

“Whatever,” said Suzie. “It wasn’t our fault you got the rooms mixed up and found yourself with Colin.” She giggled. “You have to admit he followed all your instructions.”

Judy glared at her. “That spanking wasn’t in my instructions,” she pointed out. “You added that at the last moment. I couldn’t believe it when he actually put me over his knee.”

There was another giggle. “So it happened,” laughed Suzie. “It’s still time to get over it.”

“Easy for you to say,” pointed out Judy. “You weren’t the one raped and spanked in front of everyone.”

“You sure seemed to enjoy the rape,” came another quiet comment from one of the other girls.

“So did we,” giggled another.

Judy flung daggers around generally as she stalked out of the room.

“We’re going to have to do something about her,” said one of the housemates. “It’s time she got over it. She’s being a pain.”

“Well,” said Suzie, “I have an idea. I’ll work on it and see what I can do.”

Next Saturday morning Judy came down to breakfast, still wearing her baby-doll pyjamas. A Saturday is a day to relax after all, gathering your strength for Saturday night. She was sitting back drinking some coffee and chatting with her housemates when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” said Suzie, rising and darting out of the kitchen before anyone could move. She returned a few moments later with Colin. There was a little bit of consternation in the kitchen, as the girls were all still in their pyjamas and nighties, but Colin didn’t seem to notice this. He just smiled genially at everyone.

The girls relaxed. It was just Colin after all. That should read, all the girls bar Judy relaxed.

“What is that bull elephant doing here?” she demanded.

Colin looked a little hurt but continued to smile.

Suzie explained. “I asked him to come. I explained to him that things were actually done out of order the other week. I assured him the mistake was ours, not his, çankaya escort and he’s agreed to come along and fix things up today.”

Judy was instantly suspicious. Perhaps that understates it a little. What actually happened was that all Judy’s paranoid instincts came online and started waving flags.

“What do you mean, things were out of order, and exactly how is he going to fix it?” Judy demanded.

“Well, I’ve explained to him how you’ve been acting naughty ever since that weekend. Only a little naughty, but still. I told him the cause of this was because he had sex with you and then spanked you. You would have learned the lesson a lot better if he had spanked you first for your naughtiness, and then had the sex to show you we still love you. Isn’t that a brilliant idea?”

Judy paled. “That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard, and you’ve got a history of really bad ideas. I’m not taking part in this charade.”

Hastily Judy rose to her feet and headed for the door, only to be effortlessly stopped by Colin reaching out one long arm and snagging her as she tried to retreat.

“Don’t get all fussed up about it, Judy,” he told her comfortingly. “We agreed that as you’ve only been a little bit naughty I can let it go with only a little spanking this time. And then afterwards we can have some fun.”

Judy tugged at her arm, trying to pull free. “Will you let me go,” she demanded. “I haven’t been naughty, as you call it and I don’t need a spanking. Tell him girls.”

The other housemates looked at each other, then Christine sniggered and said, “I have to agree with Suzy. You’ve been quite naughty for a while now.”

Judy looked with shock and fury as the general consensus ruled naughty. “Will you let me go,” she yelled at Colin.

Colin blandly ignored her struggles and requests.

“Do you and the girls want to remove Judy’s pyjamas,” he politely asked Suzie. “You’re less likely to tear them than I am.”

Suzie waved away the offer. “No, that’s all right,” she told him. “There old pyjamas anyway, so it doesn’t matter if you just tear them off. It will give her an excuse to buy new ones. She likes buying new clothes.”

Colin nodded. He deftly moved his hold from Judy’s arm to her pyjama top and with one swift rip tore it neatly down the front, letting him easily cebeci escort slip it off. Judy squealed and automatically moved her hands to cover her breasts.

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, Colin took the chair that she had just vacated and sat, reaching out to bring Judy closer to him.

Catching on to his intentions Judy started to struggle, finding her struggles ignored as Colin deftly placed her across his lap. Judy knew what was coming, having been through it once, and now she was frantically squirming, trying to get loose.

Apparently not noticing her struggles, Colin effortlessly held her across his lap while he calmly removed her pyjama bottom, holding her naked and nervous across his lap.

“Colin,” Suzie interrupted, “before you spank her, don’t you think it would be a good idea to undo your zip so Judy can feel you resting against her tummy? It will remind her that she is going to get a reward for being brave about the spanking.”

Colin nodded thoughtfully, and further incensed Judy by casually lifting her off his lap, unzipping and tossing her back over her knee. She could feel her eyes opening wide as she felt just what she was lying on.

Satisfied that the time was right, Colin brought his big hand firmly down on Judy’s bottom. Judy squealed with the sharp pain of it, swearing at Colin, Suzie, the other housemates and the world in general.

Colin shook his head. “It’s medicine, remember,” he told the raging Judy. “It’s good for you.” He then proceeded to provide Judy with a short sharp spanking. As he said, she’s only been a little naughty, so only needed a little spanking.

Spanking completed, Colin stood Judy back on her feet. Holding her with one hand he ran his other hand casually over her breasts. “Nice,” he told her. Turning to Suzie, he asked “Where?”

Suzie pointed to the door of Judy’s bedroom. “That’s her bedroom,” she told him. “You just take her in there and show her how much we love her.”

Judy was frantic now. She did not want this gorilla having sex with her again. “You have to stop him,” she protested. “You can see the size of that thing. He’ll split me in two.”

Suzie nodded. “She does have a point, Colin,” she told him. “You could easily hurt her. I think it might be a good idea if I and the other girls just come in çukurambar escort and make sure you start off nice and easy, without hurting her.”

Colin nodded, not minding. He knew he was big, but he also knew he wouldn’t hurt Judy. He didn’t mind showing the girls that.

Colin started towards the bedroom, drawing a protesting Judy with him. Judy’s voice was getting louder and angrier when she suddenly shut up. Startled, Suzie looked over at her. She had an odd look on her face, and then Suzie noticed that Colin had placed her hand on his erection. It appeared both hand and mouth had snapped shut at the same time.

Colin placed Judy on the bed and settled down next to her. He bent over her and kissed her lightly, while his hands started roaming over her nudity. Suzie and the others kept quiet and watched fascinated.

It wasn’t long before Judy was obviously lifting her hips to push her pussy harder against Colin’s touch. Now Colin moved her thighs wider apart and settled between them. Reaching down he edged her lips apart and gently pressed the head of his cock between Judy’s labia, pressing slowly down until his head had vanished into her with her lips closing around it.

Suzie found she was breathing hard as she watched Colin slowly settle onto Judy, his cock sinking in inch by inch, taking its time and letting Judy stretch and expand around it. Eventually he gave a last hard push and heard Judy give a satisfied gasp as he became fully buried within her.

Colin held there for a moment, smiling at Judy, who was smiling back tentatively and expectantly. Colin turned to glance and Suzie and the others who had been watching this little performance. His nod towards the door plainly indicated that they could now feel free to leave.

Just before she left, Suzie flashed Judy a smile and then spoke earnestly to Colin. “Colin, you know how at the end last time, you were able to make Judy wait ten minutes, I know she’d really like it if you could stretch that time even longer.” Ignoring Judy’s horrified gasp and gloating over Colin’s slow nod, Suzie returned to the kitchen.

Settling down around the table with fresh coffee, Christine spoke up.

“Well, that gets Judy laid, but after that little show we’re all going to have to go hunting ourselves. I nearly came just watching him.”

“How long do you think they’ll be,” asked Mary, curious.

“Judy will be screaming in five minute max,” laughed Christine. “She was desperate for it.”

Suzie laughed. They might hear moaning and pleading after five minutes, but she’d stake money on it being twenty minutes before the screaming started. One thing she admired about Colin, he took his time and did a fine job.

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Editor’s note: This story involves a vibrator I’ve called the VibroMatic. This is not an actual vibrator, although there are several “industrial”! types like it.

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After that hot, desperate sex on the patio, Todd and I behaved ourselves. In fact, we really didn’t talk about it at all, frightened, I think, that talking about it would either strain our friendship or lead us into that forbidden territory again.

But make no mistake, the electric sexual attraction was stronger than ever. Just the thought of Todd’s heavenly hard cock thrusting inside me made me gush with pussy juice. God but it had been so good.

Todd and I continued to run almost every day. Todd was so good looking, his sandy hair, blue eyes, and sexy toned body. I knew he enjoyed looking at me, too . . . my shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes, lips that begged to be kissed (and that bottom lip that loved to be sucked!). He especially loved gazing at my long legs and when he ran behind me, I knew he was looking at my firm ass . . . and thinking how much he’d love to be fucking me, me on top, and caressing my ass, pulling me tight to him.

So many times I had made myself cum with my vibrator just thinking of the time we had fucked on the patio. Damn but I wanted him!!

Luckily we kept all that under control. We did love our spouses and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize our families.

“I love this warmer weather,” I said, coming to the end of another day’s run.

“It’s nice, isn’t it,” Todd said, slightly winded.

As Todd stretched I took in his body. Todd is about 6 foot tall, trim, and has an ass you can hardly resist caressing. But what made him so desirable is that he was a little shy and he was so nice and sweet as well. You know what I mean . . . some men are just deliciously fuckable!

“Jen, c’mon in, I want to show you something,” Todd said with a slight smile.

I sat on his couch in his living room. We had gone on a short run, so neither of us had perspired much. And we were both wearing those short nylon running shorts and just t-shirts.

“Jen, I know we’ve avoided talking about what happened the other day. But I have to tell you, I haven’t stopped thinking about it at all! I sure don’t regret it and I hope you feel the same way,” he said.

“Todd, I don’t regret it at all either. I know it was just a one-time thing that got carried away . . . but I know what you mean about thinking about it. I get turned on all over again when I do!” I admitted to him.

“Jen, I want to show you something. Don’t think it’s a come-on or anything, but I just want you to see something I bought for Stacey.”

He had my curiosity piqued with that remark. Todd went upstairs (and of course I looked at his tight athletic ass!).

When Todd came downstairs, he was carrying what looked like batıkent escort a small saddle, kind of a small half barrel.

“Jen, when things started to slow down between Stacey and me, I bought her this gadget, called the VibroMatic. It’s a vibrator, but not just any vibrator. This is advertised as the best vibrator ever invented! I hate to admit it, but I paid $1,500 for this.”

It did look interesting. Todd explained that a woman straddles the VibroMatic and that there are different sized and shaped cocks that can be attached to it. He said you lower yourself down over the cock and then the cock vibrates and swivels . . . and there’s a part resting against your clit that vibrates as well. The VibroMatic is controlled by a control unit, either by the one using it or by someone else.

“The company says this will produce the most intense, incredible orgasm a woman has ever experienced!” Todd said

“Did it work for Stacey?” I asked, very interested in this cum machine!

“Jen, she didn’t even want to try it! Not once has she been curious enough to give it a try.”

Running my hand over the unit, especially the vibrating part that rests against a woman’s clit, I could just imagine how good this would feel.

“Todd, do you mind if I just straddle it? I don’t want to have it vibrating and I’m glad there aren’t any of those cock attachments on it.”

“Sure,” Todd replied.

Getting on top of the unit, straddling it, I lowered my pussy down, pressing it against the VibroMatic. Mmmmmmmm, felt good just doing that, the pressure teasing against my sensitive pussy lips. I rocked my hips just slightly to get the sensation of the machine. Fuck, it felt good!

Todd and I talked just a bit as I stayed on top of the VibroMatic. I loved how the unit was perfectly designed to firmly press against my pussy. (And not fucking for a few weeks made it feel that much better!)

“Todd, why don’t you just turn it on really low . . . I’m curious how just that would feel,” I said to Todd smiling.

“Sure, Jen” Todd replied. Did I detect a little nervousness in his voice, a little excitement?

As Todd turned the little knob, the VibroMatic buzzed into life. OMG, did that feel fucking good!!!! The entire unit started a slow buzz and the part my pussy was resting on vibrated with even more intensity. And the part against my clit, FUCK!, that was incredible!!!!

Todd saw what the unit was doing at this low setting and smiled at me. “Good?” he asked.

“Mmmmmmmm, yessssss,” I moaned, rolling my hips to savor the good good feelings.

I slowly, teasingly rocked on the VibroMatic, my hands on the front of the unit, holding me up. I knew my shorts were getting soaked, my pussy gushing sweet juices. I’d never felt anything this good, ever! The part against beşevler escort my clit was so damn fucking good!!!!

“Jen, you should try one of the attachments. You know I don’t mind. Why don’t you,” Todd urged.

Jeeeeeeeeeze, I knew I shouldn’t. Way way too dangerous . . . getting so excited, so turned on. But I had made my mind up that I wouldn’t fuck with Todd after that first time. So maybe this would be alright. After all, why not experience this wonderful machine completely!

“Okay, sure, I said,” my voice catching slightly.

Todd went upstairs and came back with what looked to be a perfectly sized dildo.

“Get up for a sec, k,” Todd asked.

Todd screwed the dildo to the VibroMatic. “There you go, Jen,” he said.

Smiling, a little nervously, I moved my running shorts aside, exposing my pussy, my pussy lips swollen and dripping with juices. Teasing my pussy lips over the VibroMatic cock, my juices dripped down and coated the cock, making it slippery and slick. Slowly I eased down, the cock filling me . . . stretching me ever so slightly. My god, but it felt sooooooooooooooo good!!!

“K, Jen, here we go,” Todd said after I had eased down all the way, the cock totally and completely filling my pussy.

He turned the little knob and the cock started to vibrate and slowly swivel in my pussy . . . and the part against my clit started vibrating as well. Jesus fuck, did that feel gooooooooooooooood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HAD TO fuck down hard against the VibroMatic, to feel that glorious cock inside me, swiveling, that part on my clit, teasing, buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzing so fucking good.

Todd was smiling at me as he watched me writhing and fucking on the machine. I glanced at his shorts and saw that his cock was rock hard and straining against the thin material of his shorts. My god, did that look good. I’d felt that cock inside me before and I gazed mesmerized at his manhood, the shaft, hard and thick, and the head, so pronounced.

But this VibroMatic!!!! OMG, was it fucking good!!! Rocking my hips, grinding, I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have that cock rotating inside me, touching every part of my pussy, inside . . . and the buzzzzzzzzzing part right tight against my clit.

Todd varied the speed and intensity of the VibroMatic . . . and that made it all the more exquisite and wonderful!! I was overcome with lust and passion, grinding so good down on the VibroMatic. I was desperate fucking now . . . totally grinding, pressing my clit so tight against the vibrating part.

My eyes closed, I kept hunching and pressing my soaked, dripping pussy against the VibroMatic. I could feel the strongest orgasm building and building!

Then I felt something behind me, and I realized it was Todd, getting on the VibroMatic, büyükesat ankara straddling it right behind me. He pressed up behind me and put his arms around me.

“Feels good?” Todd asked, whispering in my ear.

All I could do is moan in response. It was feeling that good!

I felt Todd’s hands caressing my shoulders, running over my sides, coming to my hips. He held my hips and helped me to grind against the VibroMatic, pushing down, keeping my clit firmly (fuck, so firmly!) against the vibrating part!!

I could feel his cock behind me . . . almost taking the breath away from me!

He was fucking his cock slightly against my ass and as he did that, it caused my pussy to grind on the swiveling cock and my clit to move on the vibrating part of the VibroMatic. I was in total fuck heaven!!!!!!!!!!!!! Little whimpers and mews of raw pleasure were escaping from my lips as I ground, hunched, and fucked and fucked and fucked!!

And then I felt Todd’s raw cock between my ass cheeks!!! He had taken his cock out . . . and I was kind of sitting on it as I fucked up and down on the dildo and the buzzing clit part did its magic on my love bud. Todd’s cock slipped along, going under my spread legs, sliding along my open slippery pussy lips.

I was starting to lose it!!!!!!!!!!! You know that feeling . . . going over the edge . . . where there’s only fucking on your mind, only cumming . . . and you JUST FUCKING HAVE TO CUM!!!!!! Feeling the incredible sensations the machine was giving me and feeling Todd’s cock between my legs . . . fuck, I could hardly stand it! Grinding down so good . . . feeling filled up so totally, and knowing how turned on Todd was, my heart hammered in my chest!

And then I felt Todd’s hands on my breasts as he hunched his cock! His hands slipped under my sports bra and went to my nipples, rolling them, slightly pinching them . . . as he pushed his cock along my pussy lips!

OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!! I was getting so close, those quivery cum sensations building deep in my pussy. No way in the fucking world could I quit now!!! I SIMPLY HAD TO HAD TO HAD TO HAD TO CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Forcing my pussy down on the vibrating part of the VibroMatic, feeling Todd’s cock against my pussy lips, and grinding so the dildo inside me was so fucking tight, I could feel that orgasm building . . . and building . . . and building. My whole body started to quiver, to get that OMG feeling! There was no way I could stop now . . . fuck, I was getting so close! And then . . . yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! I was totally cumming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gushing . . . my pussy pulsating and clenching on the dildo . . . my mind floating in cum heaven . . . omg, omg, omg!!!!! And just as the orgasm was most intense, I felt Todd’s cock erupt, to shoot warm, creamy cum on my pussy lips. And I ground down so hard . . . god, how could anything feel any better than this? Hunching, fucking, I ground and ground . . . slowing down as the powerful orgasm released its grip on me . . . leaving me so relaxed, so spent.

Todd held me and pressed himself to my back as we savored those post-cum sensations.

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***From my THIS NEVER HAPPENS series***

As Charlie wandered through the grocery store with a nearly empty cart, he retrieved his phone and scrolled to the last time he and Brenda spoke. He stared at the green receiver icon, tempted to reach out to her. He then thought better of it and scrolled to his best friend’s number.

Paul answered, “What’s up, Charlie?”

“Hey, what are we doing tonight?”

“When do we ever make plans?” Paul asked.

“I…I just…I want to go somewhere and get drunk tonight.”

“Did you talk to Brenda today?”

“No,” Charlie said. “I’m just…I just…”

“When are you going to stop obsessing over her?”

“I’m not obsessing. We dated for two years, Paul. We were all but engaged.”

“Dated…Charlie. Past tense. I’m not trying to be an ass, but you need to move on.”

As Charlie listened to his friend rant he caught a glimpse of a short but hot woman walking by the opposite end of the aisle in which he stood. All he really saw was that she wore a bare-midriff sweatshirt and yoga pants. That and that she had an ample and shapely behind for a woman so petite. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall.

“… You know, the best way to get over someone is to move on to the next person,” Paul continued. “Find someone new to fuck around with and have some fun with.”

“I think I just did,” Charlie said, moving over to the next aisle and hoping to get another look at the young woman, to no avail.

“Where are you?” Paul asked.

“Grocery store. I just saw this smoking hot woman with an amazing ass walk by.”

“Perfect! Go for it.”

“Right,” Charlie said. “I don’t even know if she is my type. A nice ass doesn’t necessarily make a nice girlfriend.”

“You can’t find out unless you find out, Charlie. And who said anything about a girlfriend? A nice ass does make for a nice fuck.”

“Really? And how does that conversation go? ‘Hi. Nice ass. Wanna fuck?'”

“Sure,” a woman’s voice said from behind Charlie, startling him. He quickly turned around to see the woman in the yoga pants coming up from behind him and holding a small shopping basket. Charlie stared at her.

“Oh, you weren’t talking to me?” she asked, winking and smiling as she walked past him.

“Charlie?” Paul called for his friend after several seconds of phone silence.

“Uh… yeah,” Charlie said, his eyes glued to the young woman’s ass as she strolled down the aisle.

“You OK?”

Once she moved out of sight, Charlie answered, “Oh… yeah. I’m fine.”

“Well, it definitely sounds like I need to get you drunk tonight. I’ll call you later and we’ll go to Lafayette’s so you can flirt with your favorite bartender.”

Charlie chuckled. “Thanks, man.”

Done with his shopping, he reached the front of the store in just enough time to see the beautiful stranger – and her amazing ass – walk through the exit with her single grocery bag. Charlie exhaled. He then made his way to the checkout with his paltry collection of items.

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“Hey!” Charlie heard a female voice behind him call out as he left the grocery store. He turned to see the hot stranger from inside the store resting her back against the wall as she held her grocery bag.

Charlie briefly turned toward the parking lot, thinking she had to be talking to someone else. He then looked back at her as she flashed a mischievous smile. Charlie then asked, “Me?” as he pointed to himself.

She nodded.

“Do I know you?” Charlie asked.

“Not yet,” she said as she began walking toward him. “I’m Rebecca.”

“Charlie.”

“Where is your car, Charlie?”

“Ummm… Down this row,” he said, pointing toward his vehicle.

“Come on,” she said, leading the way. She then briefly looked over her shoulder at him. “I know you don’t mind walking behind me.”

Charlie’s face was heated from embarrassment. However, his mind had no time to process the emotion as he followed Rebecca through the parking lot until they reached his vehicle. He did enjoy the view as they walked, though he was wary of what might be happening.

“Nice,” Rebecca said as she examined Charlie’s late model Lexus. “And you keep it very clean.”

Charlie nodded. A smile then crept onto Rebecca’s face as they stood and looked at one another. “Are you going to load your groceries?” she asked.

“Oh… yeah,” he said, opening his back door and placing his bags on the seat.

He closed his car door as he looked back at Rebecca with a puzzled expression. Her smile widened. “Follow me to my car,” she said, turning and leading him a couple of rows over from where he was parked.

“Wow,” Charlie said as Rebecca placed her single grocery bag in the back seat of her brand new Camaro.

“You like it?” Rebecca asked.

“Oh yeah,” Charlie said, wide-eyed. “It’s a very nice ride.”

“Come on,” Rebecca said, nodding toward the car. She then opened her driver-side door, preparing to enter.

Charlie’s brow furrowed.

“I need someone to help me carry my groceries into my apartment,” Rebecca ankara yabancı escort said as she sat inside her car. She then closed the door and started her engine.

Charlie was frozen standing next to Rebecca’s Camaro. She lowered her window and looked at him. “Come on. I’ll bring you back to your Lexus.”

Charlie eased toward the passenger side of the vehicle, feeling like he was starring in a bad slasher film. He then wondered if he had inadvertently solicited a prostitute. Uneasy but curious, he decided – against his better judgement – to get into her car.

The first thing Charlie noticed was that the vehicle smelled brand new and the interior was immaculate. The second thing he noticed was Rebecca’s thighs bulging through her yoga tights.

Rebecca – facing forward as she pulled out of the parking lot – said, “I saw that.”

“Saw…?”

“You. Looking at my legs. So do you like my body more from the back or the front?”

Charlie sat in stunned silence as Rebecca glanced at him with a smile. “Don’t be bashful. You’ve already been caught twice checking me out.”

“Umm… “, Charlie said, with a chuckle. “Sorry about that.”

“Why? You don’t like my ass?”

“Oh, it’s… very nice.”

“And my legs?” Rebecca asked, seductively rubbing her quad as she drove.

“Also… very nice.”

“So which view do you like better? The front or the back?”

“Umm… “

“Fine,” Rebecca said. “I’ll go first.” She then looked at Charlie out of the corner of her eye like he was a juicy steak. “Well… you do have a fantastic ass. Especially in those jeans. A woman definitely bought those for you.”

A flush-faced Charlie recalled the trip to the mall with Brenda where she told him how great he looked in those same pants before she bought them for him.

“But I love a tall man with a broad chest. What are you… six feet?”

“Six-three.”

“Damn. Yeah. Super tall… especially for me. And with a huge, muscular chest. Big enough for me to curl up on it and take a nap… ” Rebecca glanced at Charlie with a smirk. “…after I do other things to your body first.”

Charlie nervously laughed. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “So… what do you do for a living?”

Rebecca gave him a sarcastic glare. “Really? Is that the best you can do?”

“What?” Charlie said. “It’s a typical question for someone you just met.”

“Is this a typical meeting for you?”

“Fine. Um… What’s your… favorite sex position?”

Rebecca grinned and slowly nodded. “Nice.”

Charlie laughed as he shook his head.

Several seconds passed before Rebecca said, “Sitting on your face.”

“Damn.”

Rebecca giggled as she glanced at Charlie. She then asked, “What about you?”

“Oh… Um… I’m pretty flexible.”

“Flexible is good,” She said with a smile.

Charlie chuckled.

“But I’m sure you have a go-to sexual position,” Rebecca said. “What position comes to mind when you picture fucking me?”

Charlie’s eyes bulged and his heart started racing. “Wow. Uh… “

“Maybe that’s too easy. Since you had your eyes on my ass you probably want me doggy-style, don’t you?”

Charlie shifted uncomfortably in his chair as his imagination flashed to petite Rebecca on her knees on the edge of the bed with her nude ass facing him.

“You’re picturing it now, aren’t you?”

After a goofy chuckle, Charlie said, “Um… Where do you live?”

“We’re almost there. Does talking about sex makes you uneasy?”

“I… uh… I mean… We just met.”

Rebecca briefly looked over at Charlie before turning her attention back to the road. “I hope you aren’t this shy when we get to my place.”

That last statement squelched any questions Charlie might have had as to Rebecca’s intentions for him. He just needed to figure out how to steady his nerves.

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“Wow. This is a great building,” Charlie said as Rebecca pulled into the parking lot of her riverfront apartment complex. He was more curious than ever about her chosen profession, but didn’t want to venture down that road again.

“Thanks. It’s pricey, but I love the view.”

As she parked and Charlie opened his door Rebecca stared at him with a slight grin.

“Yes?” Charlie said.

“You’re not going to get my bag for me?”

Charlie chuckled. He then reached into the back seat. “Right. That is why I’m here.”

Rebecca smiled as they exited her car. Walking toward the apartment building, they passed one of Rebecca’s neighbors. A poshly dressed woman in her mid-sixties headed to the parking lot.

“Hi, Mrs. Fuller,” Rebecca said with a wave.

Mrs. Fuller responded with a snarky smile.

Rebecca returned the same as they passed one another before saying, “Bitch,” under her breath. A stunned Charlie looked back to see if the neighbor had heard her. Rebecca looked at Charlie. “She doesn’t like me.”

“Why not?”

“I’m sure she thinks I am the wrong element for this building.”

Charlie bahçelievler escort tried contemplating, to what element she might be referring. “That’s… not OK.”

“Yeah. Fuck her,” Rebecca said as she pressed the button for the elevator.

Oh shit! Charlie thought. She is a prostitute!

*****

Entering Rebecca’s 11th floor apartment, Charlie was blown away. Directly across from the entrance was a bay of floor-length windows that surrounded her living room. They overlooked the riverfront park as well as the river itself. Her decor was very modern but functional. Much more conservative than Charlie had imagined.

As he stood and looked around her place, Rebecca walked up to him. Taking her bag from him, she said, “Thank you.” She then ran her finger down the middle of Charlie’s muscular chest before walking toward her refrigerator. Charlie’s eyes followed.

“You’re looking at my ass again, aren’t you?”

Charlie quickly returned his gaze to the large windows. “Um… you’ve got an incredible view,” he said.

Rebecca placed her bag on the kitchen island and stared at him with her head slightly tilted. “Charlie. What would you rather look at? Right now. My view of the river? Or my ass?”

The blood rushing to Charlie’s head was making him dizzy. He had never been around a woman so blunt. Or so sexual. It was a massive turn-on. He was just having a difficult time handling her… which was also a turn-on.

“Your… you. I’d rather look at you.”

Rebecca began moving toward Charlie. Standing in front of him, she shook her head and said, “That wasn’t an option.” She placed her hands on her hips. “My river view… or my ass.”

Staring into Rebecca’s eyes, Charlie could feel his inhibitions melting away. “Your ass.”

Rebecca smiled. She then turned her ass toward him while looking over her shoulder. “What do you like about it?”

Charlie took a very deep breath. He then moved his eyes from Rebecca’s face to her backside. “It… looks great. Especially in those pants. Bigger than… ” He glanced at Rebecca’s face, hoping he wasn’t being offensive, before looking back down at her bottom. “… than I thought… “

“… bigger than you thought someone my size would have?”

Charlie nodded. “Yeah.”

“Does it look soft?” she asked, looking down at it, herself.

Charlie nodded, his eyes glued. “Yeah. It looks very soft. Especially when you walk.”

Rebecca grinned. “Follow me into the kitchen.”

She took her time as she walked, swaying her hips and creating maximum movement for Charlie’s visual pleasure. Hypnotized, he followed her. He then stood behind her as she opened the refrigerator and put away her few groceries. He particularly enjoyed her bending to open the vegetable crisper.

Her body still lowered, she turned to look at Charlie who was nearly salivating as he stared at her butt. “Is this the view you wanted?”

Charlie nodded. “Yes.”

Rebecca then shot up, closed the refrigerator, and turned toward Charlie. “Good. Now it’s my turn.”

She pulled Charlie toward her as she moved her back against the kitchen island. Rebecca then hopped backward onto the island, sitting with her legs spread. She tugged at the bottom of Charlie’s t-shirt until he was standing directly in front of her. Charlie’s body was weak as he felt the heat from between her legs through his jeans.

Rebecca then took Charlie’s shirt off and tossed it onto the floor on the other side of the island. “Oh, hell yeah,” she said, raking her fingers down Charlie’s protruding chest and well-defined abs. “This is the view I wanted.”

Charlie very briefly wondered how to broach the prostitute question. Those thoughts faded as Rebecca leaned forward and placed several wet kisses on his body. She also slowly ran her tongue over each of his nipples, causing Charlie’s already growing erection to slide above his beltline as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Rebecca looked down at Charlie’s pants and saw his protruding tip. “Oh shit!” she said as she ran her thumb over it. “How big is your fucking cock!”

A barely intelligible Charlie said, “You’re making it… pretty big.”

She returned her hands to his chest, massaging it as she said, “Well, your body is making me pretty wet.”

Rebecca took a deep, longing breath as she admired Charlie’s physique. She then pushed against his chest, guiding him backward enough for her to hop off of the island. She took him by the hand and led him down the hallway.

Rebecca gestured as she said, “Here is the bathroom so you can freshen up. When you’re done, I’ll be in the front room waiting for you.”

As she began walking further down the hall, a very nervous Charlie called to her. “Yes?” she said, looking over her shoulder.

“Uh… I… don’t have any cash on me. If this is… “

Rebecca chuckled. “I’ll be waiting for you in the front room.”

A thoroughly flustered Charlie then watched her walk further down the hall and into, what he presumed, was her balgat escort bedroom. Rebecca left the door slightly open, tempting Charlie to try and steal a glance at her undressing. Once she was out of sight, he thought better of it and moved into the bathroom.

Charlie immediately eyed the well-stocked, doorless cabinet on the opposite wall from the sink. It held myriad unisex grooming products: body wash, shaving cream, shaving gel, razors, lotions, etc. He wondered just how many men she had coerced into her apartment.

He then wondered what type of freshening up she was referring to. He had taken a shower just before going to the grocery store. He didn’t know he was going to have an impromptu date after his shopping but he felt like he was presentable.

Charlie looked at his reflection – bare upper body and all – in the mirror. He checked under his arms and only smelled his deodorant. He was good there. His hands seemed like they could use some moisturising. He turned and grabbed the scentless lotion Rebecca had provided and applied it. He then instinctively smelled his hands. No scent.

He checked the smell of his breath. Even though he detected nothing alarming he decided to avail himself of one of the travel-sized mouthwashes in her cabinet, just in case.

He then unzipped his pants. Though she had already seen – and touched – at least a part of his dick, he wanted to ensure he wasn’t sweaty or anything. He was good there.

After zipping back up, he stared at himself in the mirror, wondering if he had forgotten anything. His nerves then returned. “What is this?” he whispered to himself. He had never been picked up by a woman before. Not to mention in such a brazzen fashion. He had never been with a prostitute, either, though that didn’t seem to be the situation in which he found himself.

Charlie tried to relax. Rebecca was hot as hell. He figured he might as well unwind and enjoy himself. He finally took a couple of deep breaths before exiting the bathroom.

When Charlie eased back into the front room he saw Rebecca lighting an incense as she bent over one of the end tables between her perpendicularly positioned couches. His heart jumped as he studied her ass in her white thong. It was even juicier and more shapely than when it was encased in her yoga pants.

Hearing his breathing, Rebecca rose and turned around. She was wearing a thin halter top with no bra and – for the first time – Charlie got a good look at the shape of her perky breasts.

Rebecca smiled as she walked over to him. “Do you like my outfit?”

“A blind man would love your outfit,” Charlie said, evoking a burst of laughter from her.

“Good. You’re loosening up,” she said. She then looked down at his legs. “Why are your pants still on?”

Before he could answer, she said, “You want me to take them off for you, don’t you?”

Before he could answer, Rebecca began unbuckling Charlie’s belt. She unzipped his pants and squatted as she slid them down his legs. His dick was very erect and protruding through the slit in his boxers. Her mouth hung open as she grasped and began stroking it. She shook her head as she stared. “You have a really big cock.” She looked up at Charlie. “We’re going to have to go slow… and use a lot of lube.”

Charlie nodded, mesmerized by the feel of his shaft being massaged by her tiny hands. As she continued she motioned for him to sit down on the couch behind him. She then got on her knees between his legs and took his tip into her mouth.

Charlie’s ass muscles tensed at the euphoric sensation of her tongue and lips. She continued gliding her hands up and down his erection as her mouth moved past his tip. Her hands grew wetter and wetter from saliva and coated the rest of his erection as she increased the speed of her piston-like movements.

Charlie’s breathing sped as he heard the exaggerated sounds coming from Rebecca’s mouth. She was very adept at creating a sloshing-slurping noise as she sucked him, occasionally generating a sloppy popping sound as she quickly pulled him out of her mouth before immediately sliding him back between her lips.

“Damn.” Charlie said, eliciting a barely-perceptible smile from Rebecca’s full mouth. Fully relaxed as he laid back on her firm but very comfortable couch, he was in heaven. Though her lips could only slide halfway down his girth, her skilled hands more than made up for it.

Rebecca pushed his dick as deep in her mouth as it would go, his tip tickling the back of her throat as she furiously pumped her soaking wet hand up and down the bottom half of his shaft. She then quickly slid her mouth completely off of him, creating one last popping sound for his enjoyment.

Rebecca raised up on her knees with a smile, wiping the excess saliva from her lips and chin as Charlie stared at her in awe. She giggled as she shook her head. “My mouth is sore. You stretched it out pretty good.”

Charlie wanted to chuckle but was working on remembering how to breathe.

She then said, “I can’t wait to see what you do to my pussy.”

Charlie sat still as Rebecca stood up and pulled off her thong. She then reached down to help Charlie take off his boxers. They struggled a bit as he was very hard and the slit in his boxers that his dick was poking through wasn’t designed for such removal. “They should have a piece of Velcro on the ribbing for situations like this,” Rebeca said as Charlie began helping her.

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She so frequently stayed late working on the end of year reports that the staff knew when to leave her well enough alone. She would open the conference room and pile the books and binders, charts and loose papers on the credenza. Then she would have maintenance wheel in a computer with table, back most of the chairs against the walls and she would get to work.

The office would fill up around her and empty out without her. Security knew to keep an extra eye out, but that she normally would work until the early hours of the morning.

The binders were spread across the table. The papers in piles on the credenza. The computer was up and spreadsheets open. She was all business. She heard, with a part of herself, the other rooms empty. The time was passing and she could only be pleased with her progress.

She had no idea of the time when she heard a soft noise. It was the new bookkeeper. Well, he’d been here nearly four months already, but that still counted as new. She wished she had worn something a little nicer, but knowing she would be working late and moving boxes, she’d gone with the plainer outfit. Just a black skirt, medium length, a button up long sleeve top and a hair ribbon.

“Can I do anything to help?”

She considered him. He was attracting a lot of attention throughout the office. The women were naturally gossipy anyway, but when you have an attractive male who keeps to himself and ignores the attempts to get his time, the talk takes an upswing. Men might appreciate a challenge, but nobody takes to one like a woman.

He’d even brushed off the office princess, Yolanda. After that, he was proclaimed gay and they moved on to other topics.

She considered him again. Well dressed, well groomed. Yeah, probably gay. Anyone who didn’t at least want to brush against Yolanda’s chest was probably not into women at all. She had to admit to herself that she had thoughts about that one on occasion. She blushed a little.

“I go through this every year. Just the annual reports. Nothing to worry about.”

He looked at her and she felt again that she should have worn something a little nicer. For some reason, she could feel a blush starting on the tops of her breasts. She lowered her eyes, but knew right away that she shouldn’t have. There, staring her in the face was a decent size bulge in his slacks. As she looked and realized what she was seeing, she noticed a stirring. She raised her eyes reluctantly.

He was looking right through her. “I’ve always had to prepare most of these and just submit them to be checked over. I’ve never known an administrator to actually do the work before. I’m impressed.” This last he added quietly and dropped his gaze slightly to the base of her throat.

It appeared he was impressed with that as well and she felt the redness moving up her neck. The top button was undone and she could feel the skin exposed. Her breasts even gave a gentle heave and she knew the rounded tops were bulging.

“Well, if you’re used to it and know what we need, maybe you can help.” She had no idea what had made her say that. There was an insistent tingling in her groin and she dropped her eyes momentarily. In that bit of time, she saw a more urgent stirring in his groin as well.

“Hmmm.” She thought. “Maybe he’s not gay after all. Or he’s bi.” She pointed out the piles. “This is for the compensation reports. This is the income. This is the non compensated time and this is the facilities. Which do you want first?”

“I can start with the compensation since I just did a follow through for the year end.” His hand brushed against her arm as he passed to the other side. It left chill marks.

“Good. I’m nearly done with the facilities report. After that, I’ll start on the non compensated time.” She was already setting everything aside and getting back to business.

He worked in silence. She would look over and see him leafing through papers or entering notations. She had to admire his work and his effort. The times she checked over his work, it was flawless. Their arms brushed a few more times over those hours and each time the touch left pimples in its wake.

She was impressed and proud of how much they’d accomplished when he stretched and looked at the clock. Already it was nearing eleven. “This is so much easier with help. I’ve never had that before.”

“I never have either. Usually it’s just one person to do all this per company.” He smiled and the warmth filled her and flooded her panties. Despite all the girl’s talk, ankara escort she’d never really noticed how very attractive he was before.

There was a deep coloring to his eyes that made her flush again. She’d been without sex for a while and was realizing it fully. A stab of impatience in her groin followed by a warmth and wetness she found welcoming.

“Why don’t we go ahead and stop for tonight? We can leave it like this and finish tomorrow. We’re nearly two thirds done.” She placed the finished items in one pile and the unfinished in another. She was nearly weak with want. Working closely with him had reminded her of the things she was missing. Her mind flashed on a hardened cock and the way it feels in her mouth. She licked her lips and dropped her eyes.

As though reading her thoughts, she saw his pants tighten. When she looked back up, his eyes had deepened their color even further. His breathing had an edge to it that couldn’t yet be called ragged, but was certainly strained. Unless he had socks in his underwear, he was packing a nice sized tool and it was enjoying the view. The second button had fallen open somewhere along the line. This was an old shirt and it did that. Now she found it both slightly embarrassing and enhancing.

She subconsciously reached up and realized her cleavage was open to her sternum and the top of her bra was probably showing. She felt the flush creeping up from her navel this time and sat. Folding into the leather of the conference room chair was a major mistake she realized just after she settled — if she had wanted to keep any resistance to him.

She found herself at eye level to his rapidly expanding crotch and, more, in a placement that gave him an excellent look down the front of her shirt. She viewed the situation critically, felt a rush of warmth and gratitude from her groin and decided she would take what might “cum” at her. She leaned forward enough to separate the cloth from her body and allow an unobstructed vision of her bosom and the holder, her lace sea foam green bra. At the same time, she gazed openly — even brazenly — through her lashes at first his growing member, then into his eyes after traveling clearly the length of his body.

His eyes deepened more and she could tell he took more than a hint from her posturing.

“You must be tired.” His voice had a husk to it that definitely had not been there earlier. “You’ve been at this awhile.”

He moved just to the side of the chair, at the edge of her vision and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He began to knead them knowingly. As she leaned back, she felt a steel rod at the side of the chair that had absolutely not been there before. She sighed.

His hands moved up her neck and back. Then up into her hair. He tugged the hair in bunches and massaged the scalp until she closed her eyes, lost in the sensation. There was a flooding and a warmth in her crotch that had nothing to do with the feelings and everything to do with the thought of what would come next.

She was imagining him turning her in the chair and kissing her. Reaching his hands into her shirt and taking her nipples one by one, turning them between his fingers and making them stiffen. She could already feel his lips moving down her neck and opening her buttons wide, throwing her chest bare to him and the room. She had wild thoughts moving her beyond the room and its stark enclosure.

As his fingers dug just deep enough into her muscles, then his palms smoothed across the skin, her mind soared into scenes where his hands pressured her head further onto his pole and speared her, lifting her fully from the ground, pushing her up against the wall and filling her completely.

The warmth was a radiant heat and the moisture was a steady flow when she moved just back across space to reality and felt his hands squeezing now her shoulders, now her upper arms, now her elbows and back up. His hands rested on her shoulders and his fingers traced her clavicles, bringing a sound from her more than a sigh and barely less than a moan.

His fingers worked their way over her chest, making it swell and ache to burst free of the shirt. Making her breasts ache to bounce free of their harness. She wanted his fingers surrounding her nipples, hefting the weights. She wanted to feel her bosom pressed against his bare chest and she began a turn into him that he stopped by pressing her chest back into the leather of the chair. It made her moan openly.

His fingers ankara olgun escort barely touched her as they undid two more buttons. They brushed along the slopes of her heaving, swollen mounds as he made his way back to her shoulders. Her shirt lay open to her navel and she felt her skin burning. He tugged at the lapels, untucking the rest of it from her skirt and began to slide his hands back down.

“Your skin feels so soft and smooth.” He whispered in her ears, bringing goose bumps down her neck. His lips just touched the softest part of her nape and brushed her hairline. She let a moan slide between her lips and he nibbled with his lips firmly on her neck. It made her gasp.

His forearms slid between her globes as he undid the last buttons on her blouse and his elbows pressured her back into the cushion. He brought the shirt up, rolling it toward her wrists. Too late, she realized he hadn’t undone the buttons on the cuffs, but he brought the back over the chair and down until it locked her wrists at her sides. This was a surprise she wasn’t ready for, but before she could struggle too much, his hands encircled her breasts while his fingers pinched her nipples.

She gasped with surprise, moaned with pleasure and squirmed with need all at the same time. The immobilization of her arms heightened the feeling of newness and exotic sensation and though she showed a struggle, it was more a squirming and pushing into his hands. They felt so incredibly good on her soft, swollen, aching boobs!

Pushing against his hands as she squirmed in her seat made the calloused edges of his palms rub the tender undersides. Her moans came louder and more persistent now and she felt a tingling added to the warmth in her center. Her pussy lips spread wide and juices were flowing freely from her as his hands felt and kneaded and enjoyed her. At some point, her bra had been unhooked and hung open.

His hands moved surely around her torso and slid down her back as his mouth once again came to her ear and thrilled her. “I love my hands on your tits. I can’t wait to have my mouth on them.” His voice was more than a whisper. A dry, husky copy of his speaking voice and all the more alluring for that.

“I’m going to suck your nipples into my mouth one at a time. Take your tits between my lips bit by bit.” He was describing everything she wanted.

Her moans were involuntary now and continual. She didn’t even notice her inability to use her hands and probably would not have been able to effectively had she the freedom anyway. His fingers delicately prodded the muscles along her spine and wandered, seemingly aimlessly, lower and lower. When they got to the meeting of her flesh with the cloth of her skirt, they dipped inside the covering and delighted the bare skin there before moving back out.

He was tugging at the clasp and then the zipper before she fully realized he meant to take it off just as she was, tied to the chair. She squirmed against the chair. The soft leather, plush and comfortable, served to keep her from tugging successfully against the shirt binding her wrists to the sides.

His hands worked the cotton over the roundness of her ass, grasping and squeezing as they went. She imagined them grabbing and rubbing as he pulled her into him and onto his pole. When the skirt — and the panties with it — were at her mid thigh, he stood and looked her over with glazed eyes. There was such lust there, she shivered with anticipation and returned the look with interest.

His fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt and he dropped it at her feet as she felt a new rush of moisture from her sex. He was driving her mad and she wondered that she wouldn’t cum just from the excitement. He unzipped his pants slowly and carefully. Undoubtedly because of the strain on the fabric, but possibly to entice her further. His cock was ready to burst free when he lowered his pants and boxers and let them fall in a pile at his ankles.

She gasped. She hadn’t seen anything so welcome in a long time and wanted to touch it with her fingers, wrap them around the base and slide up and down. She wanted her lips around the head and her tongue gliding over the smooth, sensitive underside. Her breasts heaved and she felt another rush of molten liquid between her legs.

He kicked the clothes from around his ankles and dropped to his knees. His hands found their way to her thighs and stroked down past her knees, kneading and caressing ankara ucuz escort as they went. As his fingers felt along her calves, his lips found her knees and kissed from the outer part to the inner, sweetly and seductively.

As his lips began nibbling their way slowly up the inner part of her thighs, she felt him push the linen of his shirt over her ankle and button the cuff. Even realizing what he intended to do couldn’t take away from the exquisite delight of his mouth moving inexorably toward her delicacy. She wanted his mouth on her with a want so full that it was taking her every thought and feeling.

As his mouth moved thigh to thigh, up closer, driving her to madness, she felt the shirtsleeve on her other ankle. It occurred to her, then, that he wouldn’t be able to reach her to take her with his hardness and she wanted that as much or more than his lips. she wanted him to impale her and drive his stiffness completely inside her. The moans were escaping her at a steady rate now, more like a chanting and his mouth was so near to her clit she could feel his breath blowing across her swollen lips.

She squirmed, pushing her pussy out to meet him, trying to scoot her ass forward but she found herself barely able to move. The shirt had been wrapped around the stem of the chair and would pull her back as she tried to find purchase and shove her steaming pussy out at him. It was frustrating her and making her all the more desperate. She groaned and tried to gain some control.

“How are you going to fuck me if you keep me like this?” She gave him her most seductive look through half closed lashes. “Don’t you want to bury that bone? Shove it in my wet little pussy?”

He paused in his movements and she squirmed. He’d been so close to placing his mouth over her. Without a word, however, he flicked his tongue out and licked. A firm, distinct flick of his tongue, forcing through the swollen lips, up through the point where they overlap to protect the sensitive nub and over the entire clit, leaving it with a tugging sensation. It threw her into convulsions. She tried to move and for the first time realized how thoroughly she was tied to the chair. Her movements were so limited she had to just sit and take the jolt of electricity. And the next, as his tongue forced its way up over her clit a second time. And a third. And a fourth.

With distinct, purposeful licks, he pushed right through into bliss. She came in a loud, thrashing shudder that yanked all sense from her and drained her of any other thoughts but that of knowing she needed his cock in her.

“Please fuck me.” She gasped. It was incredible to hear herself so wanton in need. A rarity for her to lose control at all, let alone so completely.

“Fuck me. Stick your cock in me and ram it all the way. Please fuck me.” The last she’d practically yelled as he pulled away from her. One hand began reaching under the chair and the other moved up under her ass, soaked and slick with her own juices. She tried to gasp, tried to tell him she’d never cum like that before, but it was useless. It came out as moans and wracking breaths.

The chair suddenly gave way and she found herself lying nearly level, facing the ceiling and her legs pushed open wide by the posture change. She hardly had time to gasp or to grasp what had happened before he had her moving forward onto his cock. Now the head was in her. He’d somehow lifted her ass forward so that he could slide under her knees and shove into her. In one swift, sure motion he buried his length to the hilt. She could feel his pubic hairs against her labia and the fullness within.

His cock was pulsating in a rhythm and he shoved deeper before withdrawing halfway and ramming it back even further. He was pounding her so hard it was taking what little breath from her she had left.

She felt him lurch and harden even more than he already was. She was lost in another of many orgasms that had forced themselves on her back to back and when he yelled out and she felt the pumping of his jism spewing into her, she came yet again.

She was panting and wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep when he lifted away from her and began taking off her bindings. He lifted her softly into his arms and kissed her lips until she began to squirm anew. This time he laid her across the conference table and, when she found herself in the throes of utter arousal, she pushed him over and straddled him until the both came in jolts and shudders and loud callings.

Somewhere along the line, night had nearly passed and they were just able to straighten their clothing enough to get to their cars. They would, each of them, have little more time than to go home, shower and begin the return trip, but they would neither of them regret the lost hours of sleep and another wakeful night was sure to come.

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*Renee*

A boy was sitting in front of me, oblivious to my presence as he listened to his iPod. His hair was straight and silky golden blonde that sparkled in the sun. He had a defined jaw line and a cute nose, and luscious lips. Lips that reminded me of Alex’s, and how they felt on my neck, my breasts, my clit… I bit my lip to stop my moan from escaping. I wondered if Alex was having as much trouble as I was. I looked back down at the boy in front of me, and he had apparently taken notice of me. His big blue eyes swept over my form as a smile spread across his face revealing pretty white teeth… He would be fun to play with. I introduced myself and began operation “flirt to kill boredom and stop thinking about sex”. He told me his name but I couldn’t remember it. He wasn’t all that interesting, just a pretty face. I thought of Alex and missed him terribly. He was smart and much more sexy. Ignoring whatever “Abercrombie” was droning on about, I pulled out my phone to text Alex.

I got off the bus with a new number I’d never call. He was way too boring. I stared at my blank phone, waiting for the light to flash red, but nothing happened. I went to go buy my bus ticket to nowhere and then to line up – again. Perfect. I’d be alone for my apparent 2-hour and some odd minute long bus ride. I had booked a hotel room for myself, so at least I wouldn’t be doing it twice in the same night. Thinking about my hotel room depressed me more. Alex and I would have so much fun together in that room… I thought about him surprising me there, pushing me against the wall as he made out with me, both of us fumbling with the room key. We would get inside the room, he would rip off my clothes and push me down on the bed. He would suck on one nipple hungrily, massaging the other one roughly before switching. Then he would kiss down my stomach, all the way to my clit… And he would tease me with his warm, wet tongue… A shiver raced through my body at the thought.

I looked around at my deserted platform. Great. I’d be the only person on the bus too. I boarded the bus and went all the way to the back, planning on sleeping demetevler escort or something. I made myself comfortable as the driver closed the doors. Just as we were about to pull away, I heard banging on the door and the driver opened them.

Some guy clambered onto the bus, his silhouette appearing to be heaving. Man, he sure was in a rush to get to nowhere. I wished I had missed the bus. After he paid his fare, mystery man started walking down the aisle, ignoring every empty seat as he headed… Straight for the back seat! Hadn’t he ever heard of privacy? I was going to give him a piece of my mind but my thoughts were interrupted before I could organize them.

“Hey, Sexy,” a very familiar husky voice drawled. I stared at him with disbelief. Alex?

He smirked at me, seemingly very pleased with himself. He looked around the empty bus stating, “well, we seem to have this bus to ourselves. That should be interesting Renee, don’t you agree?” Images raced through my brain.

“Of course,” I smiled up at him, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him right down beside me. Okay. So maybe this bus ride wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

I attacked his lips with kisses, pushing my tongue into his mouth so he could suck on it. His hands were running frantically over my body, squeezing my boobs and ass underneath the material of my clothing. A very small part of me wondered why and how he was here, but I quickly forgot. Talking was overrated – I moaned instead.

Alex pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling him. I caught my breath as he trailed kisses down my neck, igniting a fire deep with my body. I leaned my head back, moaning from all the attention he was giving me. After indulging, I pushed myself off of him, falling to my knees in between his legs. It was my turn to smirk as I looked up at him, and then buried my face in his crotch. I kissed along the outline of his hard cock, running my hands over it afterwards. Using my free hand, I undid his belt buckle and zipper. Still unsatisfied, I pulled his jeans, complete with boxers, dikmen escort down off of him exposing his rock hard cock to my hungry eyes. I placed small kisses up and down the length of it. I felt him shudder with delight and felt his cock pulse in my grip. I tightened my grip slightly, moving my encircled fingers up and down the length of him, satisfied when a moan left his lips.

“I’m so happy you’re here Alex,” I said emphatically as I teased the underside of the head of his cock. He nodded his head yes and tried to force it into my mouth, thrusting his hips upwards as he restrained my head with his hands. I guess he was happy to be here too. I smiled up at him as I slipped his entire cock inside of my mouth, sliding the warm wetness of it up slowly before sliding back down again. I was bringing him close…

Summoning up some strength from who-knows-where, Alex pulled himself out of my mouth and laid me down on the back seats of the bus. Thank god for the darkness. We were really taking a few risks here.

He made out with me briefly, his hands sliding up my bare legs under my skirt until they reached my underwear. He moved them aside and slipped one finger inside of me, silencing my moan with a kiss.

“You want more, don’t you baby?” He asked and I nodded frantically, saying “please”. He smiled and moved his head between my legs. I gasped as I felt his tongue assault my clit while his finger moved in and out of my slippery wetness.

After a bit of this, I couldn’t stand to not have him inside of me. Every fiber of my being was craving to feel his cock buried in my insides as deep as it would go.

“Alex,” I breathed. “I w-want, oh yes, more. P..lease. I just want you t-to be inside me!” When he didn’t respond, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to look at me. “Fuck me, now!” I whispered sternly. He smiled beautifully, seemingly satisfied.

“As you wish.” He crawled over my prone figure, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance, thrusting lightly to tease me. I grabbed his ass and shoved him inside me; I didn’t want elvankent escort to play games. I moaned and mumbled his name at the same time as he did.

“Why do you feel so damn good?” He panted and as he thrust inside me, deeper and deeper, grinding his hips against my pelvis. I was too caught up to form a coherent response. I grabbed his head and made out with him as he continued to fuck me. I slowed him down and slipped him out of me, pushing him up to a sitting position. I straddled him again, facing him as I slid down onto him; there was no resistance at all. I used the headrests of the seats as handles and as something to bite other than his neck – which I decided to do just then. As I moved my hips up and down, and gyrated them with him inside me, my tongue traced a similar pattern down his neck. He seemed just as gone as I was.

“Ren…ee…! I’m going to-to cum if you keep this up,” Alex warned me, his head leaning back in bliss. I admired the contours of his neck and his shapely jaw line… He was so fucking hot.

“So, cum for me baby. Cum all over my insides, mark me as your own territory.” He groaned and grabbed my waist, responding by increasing the tempo of his thrusts. He was obviously tempted by my offer.

“Not until you do,” he insisted. That was fine. I was so close anyways. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me; I even felt it pulsing inside me. My walls tightened more around it in response. I felt myself riding the edge of my orgasm, on the brink of cumming. I ground my hips into his elevated pelvis, and felt everything in me explode as I hissed his name, burying my face in his neck to muffle it a bit. He kept thrusting as I came; I guess he was close too. A few seconds later his hands were all over my body, his lips claiming my own, gripping me as each wave of his orgasm hit him. I felt splash after splash of hot liquid fill my insides as his cock pulsed and quivered inside me.

I lay my head down on his shoulder as we both sat there, catching our breaths, enjoying our release. I thought about my awaiting hotel room and got excited again. The bus came to a stop and the lights flickered on as the driver announced our stop. I jumped off of him, readjusting myself as he quickly pulled up his pants. We grabbed our bags and ran up the aisle. I guess he was excited about our room too.

I sighed, inhaling the crisp country air as we stepped off the bus. Welcome to nowhere, population – Alex, my hotel room and me.

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EDUCATION

It was my Aunt Lisa who turned me. The summer I turned 18, my mother sent me to stay with her for a while. Farm boy, gone to summer in the big city. Backwards, right? Totally. It was hot enough on the farm. Hotter’n a three-peckered goat in the city—as we’d say on the farm. But I was an underdeveloped pretty boy. Boys my age were spoiling to kill me because I wasn’t like them; my dad was too. Old perverts were eager to get in my pants. Mom sent me to her kid sister to get me out of harm’s way.

Heading uptown from the bus in a big yellow taxi, gawking. The first sight I riveted onto were these two guys outside a club, one more out of drag than in it, and the David Bowie look-alike with his hands inside Nancy’s skirt (Nancy was what my dad called me). I felt Lisa leaning in, small breast pressing my back, murmuring. “Put that tongue back in your mouth before you drag it on the floor. Slut.” Three shades of crimson. She knew. I turned, saw the cabbie watching. He knew. I turned a few more shades.

She had a 5th-story walk-up. Fold-out couch in the living room, tiny kitchen at the end, her bedroom around the corner with nothing but a bead curtain for a door, bathroom in between with a door that didn’t close. She turned me onto weed that first night. Lisa, my chaperone for the summer. In the morning she woke me out of sweaty sheets for breakfast. Took me for a long Sunday walk around town to see the sights and fix bearings, show me where was safe to go and where wasn’t.

Next morning before work, she brought me out a stack of magazines. Playgirl, Cosmo. “Sorry I don’t have any Playboys, but lots of steamy stuff here if you like that. If you want to walk, go down to the arboretum. It’ll be cooler. There’ll be gay guys there trying to get into you, so you watch your step. Pretty girls too, if that floats your boat.” She must’ve seen a look on my face then; she reached up to touch me. “Hey! It’s okay to like both. It really is.”

I caved then; tears came. Those five words I’d never heard before. Where I came from you were a man or you were a faggot. No middle ground. And the girls were the harshest judges of all, which side of that line you belonged on. She pulled me, pressing her slim body to me, held me a minute. “Billy, it’s okay.” Pushing me away again, grinning. “You just watch your step out there. Don’t get any diseases.” Then she was on her way. I ate, looked at the mags till I came, then went for that walk. I didn’t talk with anyone that day, but I saw some awfully pretty sights, and they weren’t all trees.

Skip ahead, now. Friday night she left me alone again with the magazines and the television. Promised me she’d take me clubbing soon. I went to sleep late. Naked. She’d taken one look at my pajamas Sunday and said it was way too hot for that. Told me she slept naked, and I should too. By now I was comfortable enough to take her advice.

She came home in the early hours, tipsy, with a guy. I pretended to be asleep. Lack of Esenyurt Escort a bedroom door and freedom of speech—or scream—left nothing to the imagination. Much later, “O-god” came out, took a long piss, then went to the kitchen for a beer. In the refrigerator light I could see the length of his dick, hanging spent but still swollen. He drank with the door still open, illuminating it, glistening. A minute later Lisa came out. Pissed without even trying to close the door, then went to him. “Are you trying to put on a show for my Billy, hmmm?” He muttered something. She took a long drag from his beer, said “It’s a pretty nice show.” He muttered something again. “Let’s make it better,” she said. “I’ll show him how it’s done,” and then slid down to her knees in front of him.

“No, wait, are you crazy. . .” but the minute she took him in her mouth the protests died away. Refrigerator door was still open, silhouetting them. She, slim, turned slightly away from me, looked like. . . me. Sucking him. He with a beer still in his hand and his hips undulating slowly to her rhythm. I, beside myself, sweating under the sheet, trying to be quiet as I stroked.

“Billy?” she called softly. “Come here. Let me show you. . .”

And so my education began.

***************

1969

We were college drop-outs, on the road. Like half our generation. He was a man-boy— a scruffy fluff of a beard, no more, but I loved it— it was cute, and besides it held my pussy scent just fine. My mark. I watered it daily, sometimes several times a day. If he took a shower, I pushed him down after and rubbed myself on his beard till I got off, several times, and until he was well-marked.

It’s true I pushed him around a bit. ‘Dominance’ and ‘submission’ were words we never heard used with sex in those days, but he knew who was boss, and that turned me on constantly. Once, we got into a roaring big quarrel about some stupid thing, I pushed him down, got on top, and planted my pussy square on his face. I never wore underwear in those days, none of us girls did, just thin flowing ‘hippie skirts’ that could allow instant access. And once he opened his mouth to lick as he’d been taught, I pissed right in his mouth. No aforethought, I was just so pissed off, and piss seemed like the best way to show him. Then I saw him getting hard underneath his jeans. And even though I’d never once thought about doing something like that before, doing it now, showing him where he stood— and then seeing him get hard from it. . .

So anyway, one night we were at the Fillmore West. The New York Rock and Roll Ensemble and some other bands were there—all cutting edge groups at the time, that nobody nowadays has ever heard of— except Bob Weir was there with a couple of friends. Nobody even knew who they were at first. The air was thick. You didn’t need a pipe to get high, just breathe. The seats had all been pulled out of the place. Sometimes people sat on the floor on Beylikdüzü Escort blankets, or nights like this when it was too crowded to sit, we stood or we danced.

So I was up front with my man-boy, call him ‘Jimmie,’ right by the stage, and we were packed together, dancing like we were all one being. Jimmie was on my left. We were facing the band, making eye contact. I felt this guy behind me, pushing. I don’t think he was pushing me at first, it was just the press of the crowd. But I put my hands on the stage and started pushing back with my ass. Just playfully. But then I felt him getting hard. I looked back. This guy was older, and a regular lumberjack. Thick black beard, muscles everywhere. My skirt was just one of those India prints, wrapped around. And I’d cut it down to use some of the fabric for something else, so there wasn’t much overlap. I started working it around so the opening was in back instead of on my side.

His hands on my hips now, I felt him grinding into me. I wedged my hand between us and started working his zipper down. He got inside my skirt, reached around, fingering. I pushed back again, felt his cock crawling out of his pants and getting harder. I leaned on the stage again, arching my back, dancing, I was so fuckin’ wet, and his cock continued its crawl right on up between my legs. I was stoned out of my head, gazing up straight into the guitar player’s eyes when the guy slipped inside me. God he was hard. And so big. And the dance went on, perfect rhythm with the music.

About this time, Jimmie figured out what was going on, started flailing and pulling, trying to get us apart. This lumberjack guy, he could’ve just swatted Jimmie like a fly, but he had an iron grip on my hips and he just kept up his dance, never even looked at Jimmie, and me dancing with him, until I felt him gasp and push in and up so hard he lifted me right off the floor and I could feel him pumping into me, then sperm running down inside my thighs.

I turned when he was done, wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him deep. But never a word, and he pulled away after, fading back. I turned then, grabbed Jimmie, he was till thrashing till I kissed him, too. We started working our way out of the crowd. I knew just how things were going to go. When we got free of the crowd he was going to start yelling and carrying on, maybe even try to hit me. And I was going to put my foot on his, and push him back, and he’d collapse on ground. And then I’d be on top. And feed him. I shuddered and came, then, just thinking about it. . .

***************

THAT GIRL DOWN AT THE CORNER GROCERY

The one with that sweet smile she doles out like bread in a soup kitchen? With the cute ass that she doesn’t show off most of the time, except when maybe certain people are around? I want to fuck her, right there, right up that sweet ass. But only after I’d licked it until she was squirming with eager, till she was muttering those Avcılar Escort dirty thoughts that you just know run around inside her head like mice in drafty old house. Then when she’s soft and wet and open, slide it in slow, backing and forthing as it deepens, a little deeper with each forth, till it’s all the way in, and then hold it there while she quivers, hold it in tight while I reach under her, lifting her hips with one hand till I can reach her clit, but I don’t, instead I take her wrist and guide her there, till she diddles herself, and I start sliding again, nice and slow, in and out, until her quiver becomes a long deep shudder and her shudder becomes an earthquake, and hold it, hold it, while the quake thunders on, and them pull back once and in like a pile driver, pumping seed into her garden, that garden of fecund delights, and me shuddering now, shaking, sobbing, and hold—hold—hold— and then at last to roll off as she rolls to face me, and gives me that beautiful rationed smile and kisses me softly and says “You dirty, dirty old man.”

But maybe it wouldn’t go that way, the best laid plans of mice and men in drafty old houses falling through the cracks in the floor, maybe instead it would be I’d undress her slow when we first meet, her hesitant at first, then more eager as I go, as I kiss my way downward to each newly discovered place, those nipples of new upturned breasts, the belly, licking inside that bellybutton as I pass it, and then kissing that soft roundness below it, the belly-bottom, and then the pants drop to her ankles and nestling her soft and scanty bush, inhaling the scents there, the faint smell of piss and sweat because she’s just come off a 12-hour shift and no time to clean up, floating on the hot heady scent of animal arousal, and her holding me by the head, fingers in my thin gray hairs, grabbing, pushing me into her center with no time now for play and tease, to lick there, and to suck, and to swallow the flood, until she can’t stand it anymore and shoves me away, “Stop,” a rough cry almost angry, and collapses beside me, and we together onto the bed or the floor or the straw or wherever we are, and she nestles into me from behind, fitting like a hand in glove, her breath sweet in my ear. . .

And then her hand, exploring, tickling, teasing my cheeks, and then with agonizing slow finding her way between, then pausing to reach around and take the wetness oozing from my unfulfilled tip, and then back behind and between again, swirling around in slippery circles, zeroing in on center, and then one finger probing, testing the waters for resistance, and finding none, forging boldly onward where noman has gone before (or so she may think!) and sliding in, finger into a new glove fitting snugly but not too snug, and then rolling me onto my belly, she rolling with me, legs astraddle mine and thrusting, inside me now as far as she can reach, her pubis pushing against the back of her wrist, again and again, trying for deeper with each thrust, until she cries out, sharp, like a fox in the night, and freezes there against me, rigid, holding, holding, holding—until her breath comes again, in ragged gasps, and she relaxes, melting slowly into me, and then her breath comes back to her and then she murmurs into my ear, “You dirty, dirty old man.”

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I never thought in a million years that I fall head over heels for a jock, but that’s exactly what happened. It was my second year at the University of Texas. Troy Malone was a handsome, intelligent, outrageously funny guy, and he was a quarterback on the football team, albeit the second string, since he was just a junior.

I’m a small town girl, but I was neither naïve nor a virgin. I guess on the virgin to slut scale from one to ten, I was a three when I met Troy. A Business major, I had always been a straight A student.

With UT being the big football school that it is, going anywhere on campus or off with Troy, the presumptive next year’s starting quarterback, was very different from anything I’d experienced before. He drew a crowd wherever he went.

Even though Troy wasn’t the most patient lover, he more than made up for that with his abundant enthusiasm and endurance. By the time he was ready to call it a night; I would be totally spent and exhausted.

We’d been dating for two months when Troy convinced me to do something I swore I’d never, ever do. He talked me into taking a naked selfie and sending it to him via text. “I just need something to look at when I can’t be with you. I swear, I’m the only one who will ever see it.”

I believed him. I trusted him. How could I have been so stupid? The asshole forwarded that picture to half the school. For the next two weeks, everywhere I went, all I heard from “friends” and strangers alike was “Nice rack!” and “Awesome tits!” and “Hot bod!”.

It should go without saying that I broke up with Troy.

* * *

I avoided dating for quite a while, but Troy was having a blast playing the field. One of the girls he was dating was a really, really hot blonde named Karla Penderdorf. She did have somewhat of a reputation for being a blowjob queen, but that obviously didn’t bother Troy.

Karla had an apartment off campus, and shortly after hooking up with Troy, she threw a party at her place. She invited Troy, of course, as well as several of his teammates and their girlfriends.

I wasn’t at the party, but I was able to see and hear most of it via nanny cam. Unbeknownst to Troy, Karla was in several of my classes and we were good enough friends for her to do me this favor. Actually, it didn’t hurt that she thought he was an arrogant asshole. She only dated him because of his status around campus.

The main event of the party came late in the evening. Karla had everyone gather in the living room. She announced that she’d come up with a new recipe for popsicles, and that Troy had been gracious enough to be her taste tester. And then she slid the DVD into the player and everyone’s attention turned to the wide-screen TV.

The first scene showed Karla presenting Troy with three popsicles, one orange, one grape, and one strawberry. He was instructed to eat all three before rendering his decision about which flavor was the best, and that is just what he did, finally announcing that he preferred the strawberry flavored popsicle.

The next scene showed Karla in the kitchen. She told the audience that she wanted to show them how she made the popsicles. She had three small mixing bowls, each one containing a small amount of flavored Kool-Aid. Then she sprinkled a small amount of Jello of the matching flavors into each bowl. Finally, she smiled at the camera and told the audience she was ready to add her “special” ingredient.

The audience let out a collective gasp when the image on the TV showed Karla on her knees in front of a guy. She was sucking his hard cock, periodically looking at the camera and smiling with a naughty wink. The audience couldn’t see who the guy was, but I knew. Karla said he was famous for the copious amount of cum he produced.

When he warned Karla that he was close, she removed her mouth and jerked him off into a clear glass. Sure enough, he produced an unbelievable amount of cum. And then the scene switched back to the kitchen and showed Karla mixing a healthy portion of cum into each bowl before pouring each into the popsicle molds.

The video then flashed immediately back to Troy devouring the popsicles. Finally, the scene switched to Karla and I standing side by side, her arm over my shoulder, and mine around her waist. I looked right into the camera and said, “Take that, Troy, you mother fucking asshole.”

Needless to say, Troy left almost immediately. The others stayed long enough for another beer and a lot of laughs.

* * *

Word of mine and Karla’s practical joke on Troy made its way around campus quickly. The reactions were mixed, some taking the position that “those two sluts shouldn’t have done that to Troy, our next quarterback”, while others praised us with “Way to go, girl.”, and “That’ll show the bastard for sharing personal selfies.”

Needless to say, both Karla and I had to stay on our toes for anything that looked suspicious. If we encountered any situation that didn’t look exactly right, we immediately avoided it.

Fortunately, Escort Esenyurt the rest of the semester passed without further incident. I convinced myself that Troy had accepted that we were even.

* * *

It was several weeks into the second semester when I met Garry Barnett. I was sitting in the cafeteria with some friends when I noticed him looking my way several times. He was sitting with a group of guys, but he finally mustered the courage to come over and ask me out to supper.

Gary wasn’t the most handsome guy on campus, but I found him to be quite charming so I accepted his offer. I was glad I did. He was very sweet, a great listener, and a true gentleman. When he picked me up at my dorm, he presented me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and then he waited patiently in the lobby while I went upstairs and put them in water. Best of all, he was in no way associated with the football team. In fact, he was the captain of the swim team, which accounted for his lean, fit body. He lived with his parents only a few miles from campus, so he wasn’t a constant partier.

After three wonderful dates, the first to the Olive Garden for supper, the second bowling, and the third for a picnic by the lake, I decided to let him know I wouldn’t mind taking our relationship to the next level.

“Are you sure?” he asked me prior to me getting out of his SUV in front of my dorm.

“I am very sure” I assured him. And then I gave him the most passionate kiss we’d shared to that point.

Our next date didn’t end until after we’d shared several hours in a very nice hotel room near the university. God! He was a wonderful lover. He was patient, attentive, and very, very talented, especially with his tongue. When he was eating my pussy, he even used his tongue on my ass. That was a new experience for me, but I loved it. Before those few hours were over, Gary Barnett owned me.

The following week was to end with a three day weekend. Gary invited me to go camping with him. “I know a great spot out in the woods with a beautiful clear stream, and I have all the camping equipment we’ll need.” How could I refuse?

Friday evening, we drove to his house and loaded his SUV with a tent, sleeping bag, cooking utensils, and a few other odds and ends. I got to meet his parents, and I quickly learned how he came about being so polite. They were an absolute joy.

We headed out early Saturday morning. I was tempted to give him a blowjob during the two hour drive, but I decided it would be much more erotic out in the woods.

Gary had been spot on about the beauty of the place. It was deep in the woods, very secluded, and the stream had a short waterfall just above a small pool.

It took us a couple of hours to set up camp, and then we immediately undressed and took a very cold dip in the shallow pool. After lying out on towels in the sun long enough to warm up, we had an awesome day and night of steamy hot sex.

At one point, when he was supporting himself on his outstretched arms, my legs over his shoulders, he asked “Fucking outside is awesome, isn’t it?”

“Fucking you anywhere is awesome.” I panted, and then I immediately proceeded to cum for the second time.

The next afternoon, while we were stretched out on our towels, recuperating from a lively fuck, sipping our beers and soaking in the sun, Gary dropped a bombshell on me, “Sherry, I dated a girl last year who turned me on to mild bondage. I found the lack of control to be a real turn on.”

I stared at him hard, “So you want to tie me up?”

“No, no.” He defended himself, “The lack of control turned me on, not being in total control of someone else.”

The light came on in my brain, “Oh, so you want me to tie you up. Is that it?”

“Yeah. Would that freak you out . . . tying me up, blindfolding me and doing anything you want with or to me?”

“Anything I want?” I asked him with a chuckle.

“Yep.”

“I think I can handle that.” I told him with a laugh.

Gary immediately got up and went to his SUV. He returned a minute later with a bag. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed when he dumped out its contents. There were four metal stakes, a hammer, four long pieces of rope with Velcro loops on the ends, and one black blindfold. “You came prepared.” I added with a loud and sustained laugh.

He just chuckled and began driving the stakes into the ground. After attaching the ropes to the stakes, he spread his towel between them and lay down. Next, he attached two of the Velcro loops around his ankles which left his legs spread wide. “Okay, you’re up.” He told me. “Do my wrists and then blindfold me.”

I followed his instructions, but the entire time, was having a difficult time believing we were actually doing this.

Once he was strung out spread eagle and blindfolded, I was at a loss as to what to do next. Finally, I walked the few yards back to our camp and got a folding chair, then to the ice chest for a Escort Avcılar new beer.

After placing the chair just out of his reach and having a few sips of my beer, an idea came to me. I returned to the ice chest and extracted the largest cube of ice I could find. When I returned to Gary, I immediately began trailing the ice over and around his nipples. When he complained, I admonished him, “You’d better be quiet. I don’t want to have to gag you too.”

While I was teasing his nipples with the ice, my brain was whirling, trying to come up with something to do to him. That’s when I spotted a nearby young sapling. I was grinning while I was breaking off a two foot limb with a healthy supply of soft leaves.

When I got back to Gary, I began teasing the bottoms of his feet with the leaves. I made my way up his legs to a point just short of his balls. Then I moved up to his neck, shoulders, chest and stomach. I was amazed at how that made his dick begin to grow and harden.

When I thought I’d put it off long enough, I began swishing the leaves gently over his dick and balls. It didn’t take much of that to make him fully hard. Okay, what to do next? Nothing came to mind, so I sat in the chair and took another few sips of my beer.

I’m not sure why, but my mind went back to the first time Gary went down on me. I remembered the way he’d used his tongue on my ass, and how much I had enjoyed that. I thought of squatting over his face and making him do that again, but that would require his cooperation, so I dismissed the idea.

I remembered more than one past lover asking me for anal sex. I had always declined. I just didn’t trust any of them not to hurt me. Gary had a nice dick. It was slightly longer than average, but it was slender like the rest of his sleek competitive swimmer’s body. And I could be in total control. If I was ever going to try it, this could be the perfect time.

I went back to our tent and got a bottle of baby oil out of my bag. I always had a bottle of baby oil with me. I used it on my breasts, stomach and abdomen daily, something my mom told me would keep my skin moist and healthy, “And when you are married and get pregnant, you won’t get stretch marks.”

When I returned to Gary, I knelt between his legs and began licking up and down his hard shaft. Little did he know that, with the other hand, I was slowly and gently working an oily finger into my own ass. It took a couple of minutes, but I finally managed to get two fingers inside me, all the while licking and sucking Gary’s hard dick.

When I thought my asshole was sufficiently stretched out, I spread baby oil all over Gary’s dick, then I moved up and purred in his ear, “I’ve never had anal sex, but I’m going to try. You’d better not move or I’ll take a switch to your balls.”

It took a while, but I finally managed to work the head of his dick into my ass. I took my time, letting my ass grow accustom to the intrusion and the feeling, then I began pushing harder. When I had two or three inches in me, I began slowly moving up and down on it, pushing down a little more with every three or four downward movements.

It took me three or four minutes, but I finally managed to work the entire length of his hard dick into my ass. After getting used to the feeling, which I actually found quite nice, I began to slowly fuck my ass with his hard dick.

I actually came twice while fucking him, and without so much as touching my clit. I was amazed.

I was getting really tired and almost gave up on making him cum when he began bucking his hips up to meet my downward thrusts. And then he let out a low guttural grunt and I felt the first spurts of his hot cum splatter inside me. I was surprised that I could feel it, but the feeling was awesome.

When he was finished and shriveling, I rolled over onto my back beside him, panting and gasping for air. After a minute or so, I managed, “Holy Shit! That . . . was incredible. I should . . . have tried that . . . a long time ago. Did you . . . enjoy it?” I asked, still gasping for air.

“Hell yes! It was my first time too. It was different, and I loved it.”

“Good, then next time, you can do all the work.”

He chuckled, “Okay, I think I can handle that.”

When I’d sufficiently recuperated, I removed Gary’s blindfold and removed the Velcro from his wrists and ankles. “I’ll get us a beer.” I told him.

When I returned from the ice chest, we lay there sipping our beers. After a couple of minutes, Gary said, “That’s a real turn on . . . the helpless feeling. You should try it sometime.”

I thought about it for only a few seconds before responding with, “Okay, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll give it a try, but we’ll have to wash up first . . . especially you.” I said, pointing to his dick which showed the obvious signs of being in an asshole.

He chuckled again, “Of course, but I need a few minutes.”

I laughed, “Only a few minutes?”

He shrugged Escort Beylikdüzü and raised his beer to me in toast, “Okay, so maybe more than a few. That was one hell of a fucking.”

When we’d both finished our beers, Gary stood up and told me, “Okay, let’s go wash up and then you can assume the position.” He said, pointing to where he’d been lying.

The anticipation of what I was about to do was very exciting to me, even though I wasn’t sure exactly why. Perhaps it was because I trusted Gary totally, and this was my chance to demonstrate that to him.

I’m not sure what I expected to happen when I was in position, blindfolded and strapped down spread eagle on the towel, but I surely didn’t expect Gary to yell out, “Okay, you can come on down.”

Was this some kind of joke? Was he just trying to scare me? If that was his goal, he was successful . . . very successful.

The next thing I heard was a folding chair being either folded up or unfolded, and then several male voices. I didn’t recognize any of them, so I admonished Gary, “God damnit, Gary, what the fuck?”

And then I heard something that made my whole body stiffen and paralyzed my brain. It was unmistakably Troy’s voice, and it was stern and hateful, “Shut the fuck up, bitch, or I’ll stuff a rag in your mouth.”

I kept telling myself this wasn’t happening. Perhaps I’d fallen asleep and was having a nightmare.

Next, I heard the tabs pulled on four or five beer cans, and then Gary’s voice, the same Gary I had began to fall in love with . . . the same Gary I had come to trust with all my being. He asked, “Did you talk to the coach?”

“I did.” Troy answered, “Everything is cool. You’ll be on the sideline with us for every home game next year.”

Is that all it took for Gary to betray me, or was this planned all along? Was this the goal when Gary asked me out that first time? Had he been acting a sick role all along? Didn’t he feel anything for me at all? Apparently not, if he could do something like this to me just so he could be on the sideline with the football team at home games. Asshole—no—mother fucking, slime ball, pussy asshole.

What were they going to do to me? I couldn’t imagine that they’d rape me. That would be a serious crime. They could abuse me in other ways, perhaps whip me with switches, but that would leave marks—evidence I could use against them with the police. But if not any of those, what? What did Troy have in his sick, disgusting brain? I was afraid to speculate further.

I heard the crunching of beer cans—big strong men—pathetic, and then Gary asked, “You ready, bro?”

Troy answered, “Nah, I think we all need another beer first.”

More beer cans being opened, and then some of the voices I didn’t recognize talking, “She has an awesome rack,” one said, and another responded, “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with those bodacious ta-tas.”

I couldn’t resist saying in the most venomous voice I could muster, “Fuck you, assholes. You’d better get your sick jollies off now, cause you’ll never get to touch-“

And then there were fingers on one of my nipples, pinching . . . pinching really, really hard and twisting. Troy’s voice, “I told you to shut the fuck up, bitch. One more word out of your mouth and I’ll not only stuff a rag in your pathetic fucking mouth, I’ll hurt you—hurt you really, really bad. Do you understand me, cunt?”

What could I do but nod my understanding?

Ten minutes later, there was more crunching of beer cans—pathetic. I guessed it was about five minutes after that when my blindfold was ripped off.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus against the harsh rays of the sun. And then I saw Troy standing just behind my head. His shorts were down to his knees and he was holding his dick in his hand. “Open your mouth, bitch.” He ordered me.

It was obvious what he intended to do, so I clamped my mouth shut as tightly as I could and shook my head from side to side.

“We can do this easy or hard, but we’re going to do it either way. Now, open your fucking mouth.”

When I didn’t obey, Troy bent over and grabbed both of my nipples, pulling them and pinching them so hard, I was afraid they would be yanked right off my tits. When I didn’t comply right away, he stepped on my bicep and shifted his weight. The pain was too much for me, so I finally complied, opening my mouth wide.

“Well, well, she’s not as tough as she things she is. If you close your mouth again, what you just got is nothing to what I’ll do to you next time. Do you understand me, bitch?”

I nodded immediately, afraid to find out what he might do if I didn’t obey.

A few seconds later, he started peeing. It took him a couple of seconds, but he finally managed to direct his hot stream to my head and mouth. I did my best not to swallow or gag, but it was difficult.

“Swallow, bitch!” He yelled at me. “You’d better fucking swallow it or you’ll be sorry.”

I obeyed. As disgusting as it was, I was more afraid of feeling his wrath than the obnoxious act of swallowing his piss. When he finally finished, I thought it was over. I was mistaken, even though what followed was far less disgusting than what had just transpired. The other guys stood around me and began pissing all over my body.

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I have a lot of terrific sex. Two or three times a week anyway and sometimes more. Always with good looking, well built, young women. And always they initiate it. Oh, I let them know I’m interested, too, but they start things. Unless they’re married. Then they have to actually proposition me. I’m not interested in breaking up a marriage. The married ones, though, usually are married to money and have no interest in ending the marriage, just having some good sex. In fact, that’s what all of us are interested in, good sex. At times, we’ll see each other often for awhile but none of us are interested in permanency.

I’m 26 years old, decent looking but no movie star. I’m fit, in good shape. My package is a little bigger than average but not one of those 10-inch salami’s some guys have in porn films. I have learned how to please a woman, though. So I use what I have to good effect. Since the women always have to be at least a little the aggressor to start, we usually meet at my apartment. Not always but most often.

I live in a fairly old, sprawling apartment complex, sort of Spanish Colonial design, roughly three miles west of downtown Los Angeles. The reason I’m there is the pool. Swimming is a big part of my life. Many places have small pools, oval or kidney shaped, designed to splash in. This place has a serious pool. 25 yards by eight lanes wide. I can do laps and get a terrific workout.

Swimming is likely behind all of this, even the sex. I started young, belonged to a swim club. In high school I was excellent, the star, won lots of competitions. I went to college, a small one, not a huge major one, on a swimming scholarship. I was still good, winning often. But it depended on who we were meeting. I wasn’t world class.

Back in high school and college we wore little Speedo suits. They barely covered our package. These high tech things that are famous now didn’t exist back then and still haven’t made it down to high schools and small colleges. If you’ve seen pictures of Michael Phelps or other top swimmers now, you get an idea of how we looked. Long, slim bodies with big shoulders and well developed chests. I’ve had girls tell me that when they looked at us swimmers, with almost naked bodies, their eyes automatically went to the little suit and our packages. Since I’ve got slightly more than some, a little longer and a little thicker, my package always was noticeable.

My first fuck was in high school. A girl swimmer, ahead of me in school, pulled me aside when I was going from the pool after practice to our locker room. She got me in the empty nurse’s office and had my suit down and her hand wrapped around my cock as she told me, “Ryan, I’ve wanted this ever since you first showed up here.” Whatever, in a minute she’s sitting on the desk, bare-ass naked, and I’m pushing my cock into her and I get my first fuck. It ends up that we do it fairly often. Always with a condom that she supplies.

Then a friend of hers, who she must have told about us, asks me to her house and we end up in her bedroom. She gives me my first blow job and we fuck. She had me back regularly. Again, she supplies the condoms. This was in the afternoons after school. I know her mother had to know what was happening and the girl always told me that her father couldn’t find out or there would be trouble. Since then, as I think back, I think the father was fucking her. I remember her commenting on what a clean, smooth cock I had, which meant she had seen at least one that wasn’t.

So, I was fucking. But then, one afternoon as I left the girl’s house, her neighbor stopped me and got me to come into her house. I’ll never forget her. Diane. She was probably early thirties, gorgeous. Her husband traveled a lot so she was left alone a lot. And she taught me all about women and sex and what worked best and how to do everything. It was like a post-grad course in sex and I’m still in high school. I learned to take things slow, get a girl excited and worked up some before moving on. I learned to eat pussy. Really eat pussy, either to make it last or to bring on an orgasm. I also learned that I love all of it. I still love eating pussy. Diane told me I was a natural. I learned every position that’s humanly possible, including anal. She taught me so well that, according to her, I became even better than her husband and she had married him because he was so good. She was black. And I’m not. I shouldn’t say was, I’m sure she still is, I just haven’t seen her in several years. But I’ll never forget her. Sexiest thing alive.

Through high school, I got used to a lot of sex. I had to keep a couple girls happy while spending every moment I could with Diane. Then I’m off to college. I think there must be some recognizable look about someone that’s just been fucked and is feeling very fulfilled. Because I never had more girls come on to me than right after I had just finished with one. I also think girls, or women, that are physically active are hornier than girls who aren’t. Avcılar Escort I had a lot of sex with other swimmers. And I think because I happened to meet one of them, also with a lot of soccer players. Maybe that one spread the word.

I remember going to a swimming meet with three other schools. We were checking into a hotel at the same time as another school. I looked at one of their girl swimmers, a very good looking girl, and some how both of our eyes seemed to connect and she grinned at me so I went over to talk to her. Fairly quickly we established that we both had room mates and that our room mates were as horny as we were and we arranged that she would stay with me in my room and my room mate would stay with her room mate in their room. It was only two nights but they were very active nights. We never missed a practice or event. In fact, I did very well, won my events, and so did she. I think the sex actually helped us. At least helped us not feel unwanted or in a strange place.

It turns out that through high school and college, I never had to hit on a girl. They always came to me. I had almost more sex than I could handle. I also used a lot of condoms. Most of the girls eventually were on the pill but it seemed safer to make sure and besides anyone can get almost any disease so damn easy, it’s scary. I know for sure that not all the girls were always that careful in the heat of the moment. But I always was. I’ve had two come to me to warn me that they discovered they had something but, after a check-up, I made sure that I hadn’t caught it. I have no idea how many knew but didn’t tell me. I never had sex with a virgin. I never seduced anyone, at least not against their will. I hope that I never will, I never intend to.

I work for an advertising agency. Marketing consultants, officially. Because of my job, this day I’m at a photo shoot for one of the products of a company we work with. I’ve been to a few of these and have learned that they take much, much longer than the longest you could think it could possibly take. This one is for a breakfast cereal. The model involved is absolutely gorgeous. Thin body, almost no waist line. Really noticeable breasts. Perhaps enhanced, certainly by a push-up bra of a sort but maybe even surgery. Beautiful face. Hair that’s perfectly coifed, a hairdresser constantly on hand. She’ll be here even longer than I am as it all gets set up and then finally shot. I’m here to represent our client but I essentially have nothing to do because the photographer knows his job and will do everything a lot better than I ever could. According to the material I have her name is Kevin. A girl named Kevin. So it may or may not be the name she was born with, just like those might not be the tits she was born with. But she’s absolutely gorgeous. Her face and cleavage should sell a lot of cereal.

I’m sure she can see that I think she’s gorgeous. We’re all in this one studio. It’s not cramped but there are nine of us total, stuck together for about four hours. So she knows I’m there. I can tell she’s looked me over, too. As we get near the end, in fact, the shot we’ll use has already been taken, she sidles near me and quietly, so no one else will hear, says, “You look like you’d like to eat me.”

To me, that’s an opening, saying she’d like me to eat her. “I would. I think I would enjoy it almost as much as you would.” I answer her, also quietly. She gives me a big, dirty grin. This beauty is also horny.

“What are you doing when this is over?” she asks.

“I have to go back to my company for at least an hour to report on this” I reply, “but after about 4:30 I can pick you up anywhere you want so we can go back to my apartment.”

She writes down an address and hands it to me and goes back over near the camera. We probably talked for half a minute the entire shoot. Later, when I get to the address, it’s a dress shop. A high end shop. I thought it would be an apartment but it’s not. I park and go in and she’s there, behind a little counter or cashier stand. She sees me and grins and comes over. She’s got on the ubiquitous little black dress and she’s as gorgeous as ever. “I’m sort of new at modeling,” she says, “so I’ve kept my job. Let me check with the owner and see if it’s o.k. for me to leave.” She’s back in just a minute and reaches for my hand, smiling, and we head out the door.

I wondered if she was a real blonde almost as much as I wondered if her tits were real. Well, I don’t know about blonde. She’s clean shaven but it looks like she might be, her coloring is right. And the tits? Either they’re really hers or she had an amazing surgeon. On her back, they flatten out just as they should and when she’s leaning over me, riding my cock, I suck and feel them and they’re perfect.

She starts by making love to my cock and telling me over and over how great it is and then sucks me dry using such great technique that she might have majored in this Beylikdüzü Escort in college. And when I eat her, she has a perfect pussy, firm and lovely and juicy and she cums twice and screams her head off as I suck up all she puts out. She’s very tasty, I’m willing to do that again and tell her so. Then she rides me and after she cums again, I do her doggy, then turn her over so we can face one another as I finally cum as she does for the umpteenth time, her legs wrapped up around me. Then we shower and start over.

She finally tells me that a girl she met told her about me and that she’s glad she did because she’d love to be with me some more. Well, I’d like to be with her some more, too, and we arrange the next meeting. I drive her home, stopping on the way for a Pink’s hot dog and chili.

I don’t want to seem blasé but I have something similar happen several times a week. I love it. Kevin may be a slight nudge better than some others but they’re all terrific.

I start a lot of days doing laps in the pool. Early in the morning before many people are up happens to fit my schedule best. I really work at it to let my muscles know they’ve been tested. Every once in a while I manage to spend a little time at the pool in the evenings or weekends when others in neighboring apartments are also there. So, I’ve become friendly with a few of them and at least recognize most of the others. A couple even kid me about all the girls I have and how they all seem to scream so much. I mostly just smile and accept the comments as praise.

One of the neighbors is a black woman. A very attractive woman, not old at all but not young, I’d guess forty or early forties. She has a daughter. No husband that I’ve ever seen. The daughter looks about ready to finish high school. A very pretty girl with a terrific, healthy body. Kathryn is her name. I’ve heard her mother call her that. I assume the father was white because she’s lighter than her mother and her features are a little sharper, less rounded. Her lips are full but not as full as some blacks. Very pretty girl and definitely a black girl even though her coloring is no darker than many hispanics. Black hair but either straightened or naturally only slightly curly. Both mother and daughter are friendly in a neighbor kind of way. Smiles and “hellos” and perhaps light conversation about the weather or something. Certainly nothing like they’re trying to get to know me or become serious friends. I have had passing sexy thoughts about the mother, she looks good for her age. And I’m aware the daughter is pretty but she’s too young for me to give her a second thought.

This night I’m very late getting home. I took a client to dinner and it’s almost ten pm by the time I get back. I get undressed and take a shower. As I come out of the shower, I hear my doorbell. Still wet, I wrap a towel around my waist and go to the door. Looking out the peep hole I realize it’s Kathryn. It’s the first time she’s ever been at my door. I open it slightly and sort of peer around it.

“Can I come in?” she asks. She’s wearing a robe, bathrobe it looks like. Her feet are bare.

“Well, I’m not really . .” I manage to get out and she just pushes the door a little and comes inside, into my living room. I close the door.” Why are you here?”

“I want to have sex with you.” she says.

“What?” is my immediate response, then, almost without thinking, “Why me?”

“My first time should be really good,” she says, “it will make me enjoy sex and be happy with it the rest of my life. And from what I can tell, you must be about as good at it as anyone in the world. You get beautiful women and they come back often.”

I can tell she’s trying to spew out something she came up with earlier and is actually embarrassed or hesitant. “But why have sex at all? Why now all of a sudden?”

“I’ve been going out of my mind turned on and playing with myself all the time. I can’t wait any longer. And I sure don’t want some jock football player raping me and making me hate it. I want some really good sex.”

“Well, I can’t have sex with you.”

“Why not? Is it because of my color?”

“No, not at all. I’ve had very good experiences with some black girls. Maybe the best fuck of my life was a black girl back in high school.”

“Is it because I’m not pretty enough?” she asks and then scares me by dropping her robe and standing there completely naked. Almost in the same movement, she reaches toward me and grabs my towel and leaves me standing there naked, too.

“No, Kathryn, in fact you’re extremely pretty and your body is terrific.” I just leave her robe and my towel on the floor. “You would probably be a really great fuck.” I sort of hope to fend her off a little by talking about fucking instead of using the word sex as she did. ‘The reason is, you’re a nice girl and I’m not a nice man.”

She’s staring at me. I think I’m the first naked man she’s ever seen, the Esenyurt Escort first actual live cock she’s ever seen. “What does that mean?”

“Look, the whole world says that a boy and girl should get together and fall in love and get married and have babies. Sex should be part of love. That’s what nice people do. Like my parents, married for years and years. That’s not me. And that’s not the women I end up with. We’re all selfish, looking for the moment’s pleasure and not what’s right or for the best. You should keep up your studies, go to college, learn more about yourself, learn enough to make sure you can earn a good living, and then think about doing something permanent with some nice guy.”

“You sound like a preacher, or my Mom. I want to experience it, I want to have orgasms. I don’t want to end up messed up like my Mom.”

“Kathryn, that’s not fair. Your Mom isn’t messed up. If you have sex now and love it and then decide to have it more often, over and over, you’ll end up pregnant. You’ll be a single Mom with no education and no way to earn a decent living. That’ll mean you’re messed up like your Mom. I don’t know your story but it sure looks like that’s what happened to her and you’re anxious to repeat it. But not with me. I’m not going to help you ruin your life.”

She starts to cry. A beautiful, well built, naked young girl crying. I put my arms around her and hug her. I realize quickly that I can’t do this, I’m getting a hard on, pressing my naked body against hers. I step back and grab my towel and wrap it around me and then pick up her robe and help her get it on again. “Please, go home, Kathryn.” Sniffling she turns and heads out and I close the door behind her.

I’m a little baffled. Why did she come to me? Why didn’t I go ahead and fuck her? She’s sure attractive and she’s the one that asked for it. Terrific tits and strong looking ass. Whatever. I went to bed. It seemed like two minutes but probably was more and I hear banging on my door. Doorbell ringing and banging. I’m naked so I grab the first thing I can, swim trunks, and go to the door. It’s Kathryn’s Mom. I open the door.

“Was my daughter just here?” she yells at me.

“Come in,” I say.

“No, you lousy predator, taking advantage of my daughter!”

“Do you want to tell all the neighbors? Come in.” She does and I close the door. She starts in again telling me how horrible I am and trying to turn her dear little girl into one of my bimbos, etc., etc. I just let her yell. When she takes a momentary break I ask, “Did you talk to your daughter?”

“No, I was too mad at you, you bastard.”

“Well talk to her. She came in a virgin and she left a virgin. Which wasn’t what she wanted. That’s why she’s crying and that’s why she needs you.”

She just stares at me a moment. Red-eyed angry, then sort of surprised looking. She turns and storms out, slamming the door behind her.

What do you do in a situation like this? I went back to bed. It had been a tough day and I hadn’t got fucked.

The next late afternoon I was with Kevin again in my apartment. She starts by giving me an even wilder blow job that the time before. She’s got to be the absolute best cock sucker in the world. She really seems to like it. Then I maul her luscious breasts a little and get my tongue into her vagina and start working away at her. Her shaved pussy, while delicious and sexy as ever, has stubble. Later, after she cums and then we fuck in several positions while she cums a couple more times and then I do, I mentioned to her that she hadn’t shaved.

She gives me a grin but sort of an evil grin. “I met a guy,” she says. “A nice guy. I think there might be a future there. Maybe. Anyway, I’m not fucking him yet and I want him to think that maybe I’m a little less, well, experienced, than I am and so maybe I shouldn’t be shaved down there. So I’m going to let it grow out. Why, does that bother you?”

“No, You’ll be just as sexy and tasty with hair as without as far as I’m concerned. And you’re probably right about not having sex with him right away. You know, you’re too good at cock sucking. Don’t do that to him until you’ve got the marriage license or Mercedes or whatever it is you’re after or he’ll know you’re far from innocent.”

“Oh, if the time comes and that’s still a big if, I’ll tell him I’m not a virgin. Certainly never how much. I’m not for all the details, I might have to make something up. Or maybe not, probably describing my real first time would probably do it.”

“Is he rich?”

“Oh, sloppy rich. More money that anyone can think of. If we go on, I know his Dad will have me checked out, have me followed. So I probably will have to quit seeing you for awhile. But he’s really a nice guy. I think I’ll really like being with him. But I don’t want to get my hopes up yet. I’m sort of leaking a little, can we take a shower?”

She’s got a beautiful face, striking. She has those gorgeous tits. Every man that sees her wants her, I’m sure. So if he truly is a nice guy, she’ll probably land him if she wants to. Hell, I think she could land me if she wanted to and I don’t even believe in marriage and fidelity and all that. So we shower and pretty much start over and go through some more orgasms and I take her home. Her pussy does itch my face a little, though.

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I grew up watching my grandfather smoke himself into an early grave. I listened to him every day cough and wheeze, struggling to breathe his every breath. I wondered why on earth, he would keep doing something that was so dangerous to his body. I guess as a young boy, I didn’t fully understand the effects and the addiction that cigarette smoking could have on him. Therefore, I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just lay them down, instead of having to breathe on an oxygen machine for the remaining years of his life.

However, I loved him just the same, no matter what. I urged him to quit every chance I got. I even got a license as a hypnotherapist in hopes of helping him to kick the habit. Unfortunately, it took longer to get my license than he had left. I vowed when he passed away, to do all that I could to help others in the same situation to quit smoking. That is why I have chosen to start my business as a licensed hypnotherapist, specializing exclusively in helping others to quit smoking.

My only problem is that I do not have enough money just yet to rent my own office space or building. Being a newcomer in this field is taking me a little while to build my clientele. It is hard to be serious when you don’t have a professional area to work in. This is why I have decided to discuss my options with my mentor, Dr. Milton Dickerson. I know he’ll have some good advice for me, so I called him and invited him to lunch.

When we met at the restaurant, I slowly worked my way into telling him about my plans. I told him that I really wanted to do this but wasn’t sure how to get an office without the funds to rent it. I asked him if he knew of anywhere reasonably cheap that I could rent in order to get my business started.

Dr. Dickerson told me that the building he was renting was originally a Dental Office. He said it had a waiting area, along with four individual rooms in it. Then he told me that his landlord had given him a really good rental price, since a dentist before him had rented it.

I told Milton, “Man… you are so lucky. I wish I could run across a great deal like that. I know I could make a go at it, if I just had my own space.”

Milton twirled his fork on his plate for a few seconds as I went on talking about my new business ideas. Then he broke in and said, “Steve, do you really think you can help people quit smoking? I mean… Is that really, what you want to do…? There are so many other things you are qualified to handle…”

I replied, “I have always wanted to help others… so why not help save their lives in the process of kicking a nasty habit.”

Milton grinned and said, “Well… I like your conviction for this… Tell you what, since I have four rooms, why don’t you start out your business there with me. Then you can build it up and get your own place when you’re ready.”

My heart just about jumped out of my chest. I couldn’t believe my ears. Did my mentor just tell me I could start my business out of his office? Shocked I asked, “Are you sure? You won’t be sorry… Thank you. Oh…, this is going to be great! How much are you going to charge me for rent?”

Milton sat back in his chair as he laughed slightly at me. He said, “Don’t worry about it. We’re both in the business of helping other people. In fact, you would be doing me a favor… I’ve had several of my students use that space just until they were ready to move out on their own to something bigger and better… I can do it for you as well. I know you’ll make me proud!”

I shook his hand and told him “thank you” several more times, as we finished our meal. I couldn’t believe how generous he was being, but I wasn’t going to question him anymore. I was really looking forward to getting my name out there. So much so, that I asked him if it would be all right for me to go ahead and get things organized and ready for me to begin… starting today. So, he told me to begin whenever I wanted, “Today was just fine.”

After lunch, I rushed home and gathered up a few of my things that I knew I would need. Then I headed over to the office and began hanging my license certificates along with some personal photos that gave the room my personality. “This is great.” I thought as I organized the desk and labeled the filing cabinet accordingly. Then I posted flyers throughout the office and distributed some around to the local businesses on my way home. Everything was falling into place for me and I was going to do my best and not let this opportunity go to waste.

Over the next couple of months, my business was doing well. I successfully helped 51 people kick the habit. They had all stopped smoking with my help. It felt great to have my business up and running so well.

That made me even more excited to be doing this on my own. More importantly, I was able to help people change their lives and it felt good.

When I got around to telling Milton that I had helped that many people and that my success rate was 51 out of 53, he looked shocked. So I asked him, “What wrong?”

He said to me, “Steve, I figured Escort Beylikdüzü that you had only helped about 5 or 6 clients in this short amount of time, which would have been great. In addition to that, your success rate is off the charts! I had no idea it had been so many… I’m blown away! You have a talent unlike anything I’ve ever seen or read about!”

I replied, “You’re too kind.”

He said, “No Steve really… You’re a slam-dunk… averaging 90 points a game! That’s amazing… You’re really gifted!” Then he became silent for a few moments and added, “Tell me Steve… You are so talented at this… why do you only help smokers?

There are so many other issues you could help people overcome… It’s all the same. You of all people should know that. Have you thought about expanding your area of expertise?”

I looked at him thinking about what he had just said and told him, “Not really. I have my reasons, I guess.”

Then Milton interrupted and said, “You know what… I actually need a favor, if you will?”

I just looked at him as he continued with, “My wife and I are going on vacation to Greece for a month… There is this woman I want you to help while I’m away.”

I asked him, “How many cigarettes does she smoke per day?”

Milton replied, “None… She doesn’t have a smoking problem.”

I replied, “I’m really sorry, but I only help those who smoke… I never told you the full story, but I do it in honor of my grandfather since he passed due to smoking for so long.” I was just about to officially tell him no…, and then I realized how generous he had been by giving me the opportunity to do this without it costing me a dime right now.

He allowed me the chance to build my business rent free… so how was I really going to say no to him… Without another thought I said, “Alright, I’ll do it…”

Milton replied, “Great… She could use someone with your talents… Linda and I are leaving early tomorrow morning and I really have to finish packing. So I’ll have my assistant put her file on your desk in the morning.”

I asked him, “Can you tell me the nature of her problem?”

Milton replied, “You see… that’s just it… That’s why I need your help. Ami doesn’t have just one problem… She’s a very special case…”

Then he added, “It’s best that you read her file for yourself tomorrow!”

Well those statements really confused me, so I stopped asking and let him go on his way. I told myself, I would take a look at it as soon as I got it… She sounded like an intriguing person overall.

The next day, I couldn’t wait for Ami’s file to reach my desk. Milton’s words kept replaying over and over in my mind. I was excited to read it. I wanted to find out more about this “very special case.” So when Milton’s assistant placed it on my desk and informed me that she would be in at noon, I opened it up right away and began reading.

Needless to say, it was a very interesting read. I could hardly absorb all the information that it contained. In fact, I never seen a file so thick. It was endless. As I skimmed through it, at one point I ran across a documented that stated that she was a psychological genius and part of a Secret Governmental program. Another file suggested that she was the subject of unusual psychological experimentation. I started flipping through some more, and saw an evaluation stating that Ami was, in quotes, “a nymphomaniac with an irrational inability to understand why she can’t have what she wants”. It wasn’t clear whether they were trying to help her or just trying to figure out her out. Nevertheless, she was ordered to get the help from Dr. Milton being that he’s the best there is.

I noticed that it was getting close to the time she was to arrive, so I headed to the waiting area to straighten it up before her arrival. I kept thinking about all the different things that the file had to say about Ami and became very intrigued as I continued to rearrange the magazines lying on the table.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young girl walk in, appearing to be about 13 or 14 years old. I guessed that she was selling Girl Scout cookies or something without even asking. That was, until she introduced herself.

“Hi… I’m Ami. You must be Dr. Steve,” she said as she held out her hand to greet me.

I was caught off guard. The whole time I read her file, I assumed that she was in her 30’s or 40’s. Not 13 years old! It hadn’t crossed my mind that she would be so much younger at all. I pictured an expensively dressed, sophisticated woman from a James Bond Action Movie.

As I shook her tiny hand, I asked, “Hello Ami. Yes. I’m Dr. Steve. May I ask how old you are?”

She replied, “Yes… I know I look about 15… But I’m actually 18.”

I inserted my thoughts and said, “I was thinking more along the lines of 13.” Then we both laughed gently and I told her to follow me into my office. We were walking side by side when she looked up at me and asked, “Are you worried that I’m going to try to suck Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan your cock?”

Caught off guard, I shot back without hesitation, “No… not really Ami. I take my job seriously… plus, I’m happily married.”

Ami replied, “Good… because all those other therapists that have tried to help me…” She paused and then continued, “…they either were praying that I would make a move on them… or they were afraid that I would rape them or mindfuck them. I could tell that they feared that I try to fuck them without their consent… Just look at me. I’m 5 foot 3 and weigh all of 90 pounds soaking wet…So why are all of their therapists so afraid of me?”

Talk about getting straight to the point. I did notice that she was rather small and unlikely to overpower any man, even if he didn’t try to fight with her.

Then Ami added, “And as far as my file, I don’t exactly agree with the nymphomaniac label… That needs to be removed. I haven’t had sex in about 12 months… I’ve actually turned down guys including my ex during those 12 months… That file does not represent who I am at all. I just want to make that clear. It makes me out to be some kind of super girl with special brain powers… I’ll say this, it’s pretty hilarious though… it reads like a cheesy, low budget sci-fi movie.”

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed as I told her that I thought the same thing as I read it.

Ami said to me as she looked at a picture of my wife on my desk, “She’s pretty… What’s her name?”

I replied, “Rachel,” with a soft smile at her. Then we began talking about my wife for a while. I guess about 45 minutes had passed when I realized that the session hadn’t officially started.

Ami asked a lot of questions about Rachel and our relationship. I figured it would be helpful to be upfront and honest with her to establish rapport.

I then said to her, as a way of getting on track, “Look Ami… I don’t care about the file… It seems be a little on the extreme side to me… I actually don’t do things like most psychotherapists usually do. I have my own approach. I don’t see people as being broken or damaged. Whether you are tall, short, smart, sad, happy… we’re all equal and on the same level. We just want to be happy. If we want to improve or go to the next level – whatever that is. We just need to realize that it’s possible and then appropriately shift our perspective. If we can shift our perspective in a better way, we’ll make better decisions. And if can make better decisions, more consistently, typically that’s going to lead to seeing improvements. So I just need some basic information about you… Then if I feel a relaxation session is needed… we’ll do that.”

Ami replied, “Good… That will be alright with me too. You’re much different than the other therapists.”

I said to her, “I know you don’t like the file… but tell me what do they mean by you were ordered to get help?” Although I didn’t get a chance to fully look at the file, I couldn’t see any apparent reasoning for this order, so I figured it was best to ask her opinion about the situation to see what she would have to say about it.

Then Ami told me, “It started with a dream that I had… And I guess… Well… maybe if I tell you, you’ll know why they ordered me to get help!”

I replied, “Alright… You can begin when you’re ready.” I couldn’t imagine what in the world would be in a young girl’s dream, that would cause people to think she needed mental help of any kind.

Ami looked at me for a few moments as if she were working up the nerve to begin. Then a smile came over her face as she began speaking… “In my dream, I was sitting in a hotel lobby when a married couple walked in and requested a room… I watched and I studied them. I watched them as they hugged cutely and kissed each other a little… Before I knew it, I had walked up to the woman and asked her if she needed a young woman to handle her man.”

I said, “Go on…”

Ami said, “You have to understand, Doc. This is something that I wouldn’t do in real life. But the woman in my dream smiled and took me by the hand and led me back to the hotel room with her and her husband. After inserting the hotel key, she let us all in and took a seat in a chair adjacent to the bed. I guess she wanted to watch. I don’t know why I asked her what I did… It was just a dream that was unusually vivid and memorable.”

I said, “Well so far, I see nothing to be alarmed about Ami…We all have unusual dreams. Some clearer than others… Please continue…”

Ami obliged and went on with, “When I saw this pretty, older woman take a seat, I began kissing her handsome husband. He was a good bit older than I, the man in my dream… Old enough to be my dad, but I was very attracted… And Doc, I was horny. In my dream it seemed like I was kissing him for about an hour. And I continued to kiss him passionately as his wife watched with a smile. I wrapped my tongue around his and bit at his lip playfully as I watched Beylikdüzü Escort her shift in her chair. I asked the woman, “Do you want to see me fuck your husband?”

When she nodded yes, I became very angry… I don’t know why… I was still very hot for this man. I was going to fuck him with or without her there… There was no way she was going to stop me from fucking him! My anger turned to arousal as I kissed him down his neck right there in front of her. I wanted to do more than just kiss him…”

I shifted myself in my own chair as I told her, “Please continue, Ami… Nothing sticking out requiring help just yet…but why were you angry if she said it was ok?” with a soft-spoken smile on my face. I was even more curious now, as to what this dream entailed that made Dr. Dickerson think she was unstable.

Ami then added, “When I turned to see his wife, I decided to blindfold her. I wanted her to hear how good I was making her husband feel without actually being able to see it. I wanted to make her cum at the sounds of her husband fucking me… The thoughts of her hearing without seeing made me wetter than ever before, Doc… After I blindfolded her with a hotel towel, I went back to her husband, who was just as intrigued as I was. I smacked him on the face as hard as I could and told him to undress me slowly… while explaining very clearly to his wife what he was seeing, feeling and doing.”

Then Ami continued, “The husband began to remove my blouse as he told his wife how pretty my black lacy bra was. Then he told her that I have beautiful perky a-cup breasts with tiny dark brown nipples that were erect… I gasped as he began to suck each of my nipples gently… then more aggressively as I gasped for more air. His tongue felt so good as he swirled it over my nipples and bit them gently and I was looking at her the whole time. Doc, he just kept feeding on my little hard nipples as I reminded him to tell her everything that was happening.”

“Her husband told her that my skin was soft… that my breasts were soft and perky… He moaned as he sucked them even more… I told him to remove my short little skirt… and he did. In my dream I had on a little sexy red plaid skirt, Doc. He slid it down around my ankles and reached for my black lacy panties as he told his wife how round my butt was. He told her that my shaven pussy looked so inviting… I told him to touch me… and he did…”

I looked at Ami with curiosity… “You said this was just a dream? Right…”

Ami nodded yes and continued. “Then I said to the man in my dream, ‘Daddy…

tell her… tell her what you are going to do to me now… and then do it… Make her feel what you are doing to me’… So he did… he told his wife that he was going to rub my pretty little pussy until I came… Then he said to her, Listen to me as I lick her little wet pussy… listen to her moan…”

“The man did, he sucked my pussy good and had me squirming as I watched his wife grab her breasts and begin fondling them as I moaned for more… I told the man to kiss my stomach and then go back to tasting my pussy… He began kissing and licking a trail to my pussy very passionately. I saw the wife reach for her blindfold and I told her to stop! I yelled at her. I wanted her to hear her husband and I… I wanted to hear her cum as her husband made me cum…Doc, if she would have taken that blindfold off, I was prepared to slap her with all of my strength. I was very angry at that moment because I wanted her to just hear the beautiful sound of her horny husband feeding on my creamy little pussy.

Ami asked me, “Is that a bad thing? It was just a dream… After all, it’s been a year since I had sex in real life, so I kinda thought this was normal to have a ‘wet dream’, Doc.”

I told Ami, “It’s normal, close to 50% of women experience nocturnal orgasms. … Was that the entire dream? Why was it so important that she keep the blindfold on?” I was eager to hear the rest… However, I still saw no cause for alarm… But it was very important for me to hear more just in case something alarming emerged.

Ami shook her head no and continued. “Doc, there’s more…After that, the older man, her husband, kissed and bit his way to my swollen pink lips as he told his wife how sexy I smelled… He told her he was sliding his arms underneath my ass as I arched my lower body up to meet his lips. He kissed my pussy very loudly as I moaned and told his wife how good it felt. I told her his breath was hot against my pussy lips… Then I moaned as he parted them with his tongue forcefully and began licking and sucking my clit feverishly.”

“I watched his wife squirming as she listened to us. I told her she could touch herself as her husband ate my pussy and that she better not remove the towel. So she slid her hands into her panties, with the blindfold blocking her vision and began caressing her pussy to the sounds of mine being sucked passionately.”

“I told her husband to finger me… So he told his wife to also slide a finger into her pussy as he slowly worked his index finger into me and began sliding it in and out of me as he told her how good my pussy tasted… It was like I was really feeling it, Doc. He told her how wet I was as I rocked back and forth on his finger faster and faster, moaning and gasping for air, as he drove it into me deeper and deeper.”

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The Older Dude

Katlyn was a pretty girl, either twenty or twenty-one with long brown hair, average sized tits who loved wearing short skirts to show off her very nice legs.

She worked part-time for the shady lawyer I used to help keep me on the right side of the law. I had met her several times when visiting the firm’s office, but met her socially at an anniversary party for my friends Kevin and Yvette Smalltoe, who lived several doors away from me.

And yes, they were both good customers, if you need to know.

The party was in full swing by the time I arrived and, as big as it was, the house was bursting at the seams with party goers of all ages. I spotted Kevin and Yvette and made my way over, to give them a card and gift before heading off to mingle and ogle the other women in attendance.

Eventually I found myself out on the patio and that’s where I encountered Katlyn, skimming her fingers along the surface of the little fish pond the Smalltoe’s had just finished installing.

“Hi, Katlyn, all alone are you?”

“Oh, hi, Mr. Stone, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Why not? I live nearby.”

“Really? I didn’t…”

“Want to share a joint, Katlyn?”

“Here?”

“Yes, here. We’re not in the town square; we’re alone on the Smalltoe’s patio.”

“Sure, I guess could use a lift.”

I had to laugh and said, “You got it right, Katlyn, the cat’s away, why not play?”

She tossed her hair and laughed with me, then said, “But the cat’s right around the corner.”

“Let me tell you a secret, Katlyn.”

I thought her eyes lit up at that and continued. “Kevin loves smoking my pot. So does Yvette.”

“Really, you’re not just puttin’ me on?”

“I swear to God,” I said, holding my hand up to make it official.

I lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to her. She accepted it and took a substantial hit.

We were kissing within a minute, the joint lay smoking itself to extinction in a nearby ashtray. Our tongues were dry as they dueled, and then Katlyn was suddenly very turned on. Or had she been planning getting it on with me from the moment I wandered out on the patio. I always wonder about things like that. Women as a rule are very subtle and either plan or visualize their moves before putting them into action. Perhaps that comes from all the time they spend in front of mirrors, practicing facial expressions, smiles and how much cleavage a particular movement reveals for most of their lives.

Or maybe I’ve got it backwards. Does anyone really care?

So I did what men do with a seemingly turned on female, I started rubbing her back then her ass and backed her against a tree and let her feel my dick by grinding it into her belly.

Katlyn moaned and hugged me tighter. I’ve found that women as a rule are pleased when they find that they have aroused a man. I believe this to be true whether they want the man, or are about to reject him. In either case, they are responsible for his arousal, and that is considered an achievement of sorts.

My dick was a rising lead pipe, prodding, prodding, prodding relentlessly against her lower parts. My mouth buried in her neck, leaving a love bite that I would see a week later when visiting the law office where she worked.

I made my dick twitch against her. Katlyn gasped and brought her mouth to mine, and tried to swallow my tongue.

My hand left her ass to move between her legs. We were both in heat, sizzling past any stopping point.

I propelled Katlyn toward a bench in a somewhat secluded part of the patio. Oh anyone bothering to look outside could see us; but neither of us seemed to care about that at the time.

She hiked up her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles, freed a leg then spread herself so I could ram my cock into her smoldering cunt.

I pulled out my dick and heard her gasp. “You’re huge!”

“I’ve seen bigger, Katlyn. Don’t worry it’ll fit.”

“I’ve never seen…”

“How many have you seen?” I asked out of curiosity, and then slapped her pussy with it.

“Oh!”

“Kat, come on, how many?”

“Four… maybe five, I’m not sure.”

She was much too young to have lost count of the dicks she’d played with, but I wasn’t going to argue with her, so I just said, “But none this big, eh?” I guess the male ego never rests.

And, not listening to her reply, if there was one, I was opening the few buttons at her top to get at her tits while talking.

“For sure!”

She must have said it a second time, for I certainly heard her that time!

I had her bra exposed but couldn’t get the dammed bra open. So I did the next best thing and pulled the cups of her bra down and let her tits rest on them. They stood jutting out like a pair of proud cocks.

“Oh those tits are perfect, Kat,” and I really meant it.

Her eyes sought mine before she responded. “Can anyone see us?”

“I doubt it. They’d have to come outside first. We’d hear them, I’m sure we would,” I lied.

Katlyn’s tits were larger than I thought they would be. Some Escort Bayan Bahçeşehir women are like that. I mean, you see them day in and day out in different outfits. You think, Gee, she’s probably a 34 cup or something like that; only seeing them spilled out like Kat’s were at the moment, they had to be 38’s.

“How big are your tits, Kat?” and realized that she was still staring at my cock. “Touch it, Kat. I know you want too.”

“Umm, okay,” she answered dumbly, reaching out to take hold of my poker hot boner.

“Go on, kiss it. You know you want to taste it. Go on, I don’t mind,” I whispered.

Her lips were millimeters from touching my cock when as an afterthought, she said, “38 C,” and then absorbed the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over and around the corona. I positioned myself so that I could suck on her tits while she sucked my dick, and did. We were both moaning happily for the next few minutes until I released her breasts and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“It’s time to fuck, Kat.”

“Mmmm?”

“You want me in you, don’t you?” With some reluctance, she removed me from her mouth and said, “Yeah … sure.”

I spread her legs, asked if she was comfortable on the bench and mounted her.

She looked on with interest as I rubbed my cock over her labia and clit, and eased into her.

“Oh, Fuck!” she groaned in a satisfied voice.

I knew we were both ready to explode and that sooner than later someone would poke their nose out at the patio and spot us, so I started jack hammered away at her.

Kat didn’t mind one bit.

She came quickly, the orgasm shuddering through her. I leaned back a little and watched the pleasure wash over her as I slowly pumped in and out of her very wet pussy.

I let her finish me off by blowing me until I came in her mouth. She coughed and then spit most of the sperm out of her mouth and onto a nearby shrub.

“Sorry,” she sputtered, “I can’t … you know?”

“Swallow?”

“Yeah … it just … I mean I can’t manage it. I have tried, but you know, I can’t.”

“It’s perfectly all right. I enjoyed the hell out of it, Kat. You came didn’t you?”

“Oh, man, did I!”

We straightened out our clothing and were preparing to rejoin the party inside.

“You know …” She started to say, but stopped as we neared the sliding glass door to the bedroom of the house. I took her elbow and steered her back to the bench and we sat down and faced one another.

“Hey, Kat, we just finished boffing each other. Feel free to talk to me.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Ned. The truth is that I wanted you to do me.”

“But you also had an ulterior motive, am I right?”

“Yeah … how’d you know that?”

“I’m a really good guesser, Kat.”

“You are,” she admitted, and then told me a hell-of-a-lot more than I needed to know.

“I … I was wondering if you might fit in with my ‘play time.'”

“Your ‘play time?'”

“I should’a said, “Our play time.”

“Kat, you need to be more specific.”

“Yeah, right. Umm, how much detail do you want?”

“Why don’t you begin and when I’ve heard enough I’ll stop you, okay?”

Kat nodded, “Yeah, okay. Well there’s another couple. I won’t say who they are. Not yet anyway.”

“Okay,” I said and waited for Kat to continue.

“Um, sometimes I watch them, sometimes there’s another, a guy named Shawn and we…”

“Details, Kat.”

“Yeah, details … oh, well … the first time I went home with them after meeting them at a club. I was drunk … it’s no excuse, I know, but I was drunk. Had I been sober I doubt I’ve have gone with them. The thing was … neither of them touched me.

They … we… all went into their bedroom. They undressed. No one said a word. I sat in a chair and watched him go down on her. Eventually they 69’d. That was followed by his using a vibrator on her until she came. By then he was ready again, and…”

I cut her off. “Okay, so you watched them that time. What about the next time?”

“Well, she, I mean the wife, gave me money to buy some sexy lingerie to wear when I came over. I was so happy to have these neat undies that I brought a nice, if cheap bottle of wine with me when I returned the next time.

“I was different from the start. First she hurriedly undressed me and he was feeling me up. Like his hands was everywhere. I was embarrassed, really embarrassed to the point where I tried to get dressed so I could leave. But the wife put a stop to his groping and I calmed down. After that, she talked me into modeling the stuff I’d bought. Of course I had brought the outfits with me. In fact, I guess I was hoping to put on a show for them.

“Once I had this revealing fishnet body stocking on I found I wanted to be touched, and let them fondle me.”

“I kissed her first, and then I kissed him. She was playing with my breasts when I grabbed his boner. I wanted to give him a blowjob, you know? I mean, I was sooo fucking horny by this time. I was on my knees and blowing him İstanbul Escort when she interrupted, and told me to get on the bed. I did, and she started to tie my wrists to the bed posts with some velvet bands. Not all that tight, but I couldn’t get loose when I tried.

“She was careful not to hurt me; just touching me, getting me more excited every time she laid a hand on me, or licked me with her tongue. Oh, she had a very long tongue. I mean, she sent it into my pussy and I near died it went in so far, wriggling this way and that. After that I would let her do anything so long as she sent that tongue into me for a while.”

“Did you cum?” I asked.

“Repeatedly, I mean, I was hot. I did things after that I never would have thought I’d even consider. That’s how good she got me off.

“What things were they? I mean the things you probably wouldn’t have done otherwise.”

“I licked their asses.”

“Wow, that’s a biggie,” I said. Wondering how far I could take Katlyn before she’d call a halt.

“I let him piss in my mouth. Now doesn’t that gross you out?”

“No, not really. Did she piss in your mouth too?”

“Yeah … she pissed all over me. Called it a ‘golden shower initiation.'”

“I’ve tried that myself,” I lied, figuring a little bonding on the subject might have benefits I hadn’t thought of.

“So, Katlyn, tell me did you go down on her?”

She gave me a look of denial, but shook her head and said, “Yeah, I did.”

“Tell me about it.”

“They took pictures … not him or her…”

The other Shawn came to mind.

“He had a video camera and a regular camera. Took all kinds of pictures. They never let me see any though.”

“Tell me more, Kat,” I said.

“It’s funny, you know? I mean, I didn’t want to do it at first. Then I got into it, you know? I wanted to hear her moaning for it. I wanted to see her reaction. I gave special attention to her clit. She had a big one, almost a little cock. Well at least I could get it in my mouth and give it a good sucking. I drove her crazy doing it.”

I had a roaring hardon at this point, but I couldn’t fuck her for fear of being caught and ending her story as well.

Katlyn never stopped talking.

“I discovered something about myself too.”

“What was that?”

“Anything … anything that … that gave me the slightest a hint that she enjoyed it, I kept doing, over and over before moving on to another spot. Oh I got her cumming and wouldn’t let up until he pulled me away. I would’ve kept licking and sucking her until she had a fuckin’ heart attack. At least that’s what they told me that first time.”

“The first time?”

“Yeah, after that I was timed. They let me do her for forty minutes then I had to stop or they’d whip me.”

“So tell me, Kat, is eating pussy so much different than, say, sucking cock?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I love cock. I love the smell of them and the feel of them; I love it when it spits in my mouth … only I can’t … I can’t, you know, swallow the stuff.”

She reached out and touched my dick, running her hand up and down its length.

“Don’t, not here anyway, Kat.” I said warning her with my eyes that someone might be watching us.

She pulled her hand away like she’d burned it. “Yeah … yeah,” she muttered. “Umm, you live close by don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Can we … go there and fuck?”

“I don’t see why not,” I said. “So, Kat, who are we talking about?”

“Huh?”

“Whose pussy were you eating?”

She answered without thinking. “Oh … Mrs. Gallagher. Her husband’s the president of New Market Bank downtown. Do you know them?”

I was beginning to think Kat was a dumb blonde with dark brown hair. But I answered, “I know Shawn Gallagher. Never met his wife.”

“Oh, she’s something else, Ned.”

“Hmmm,” I said, planning our departure from the party. “Listen Kat. I’ll go back inside and make my excuse and then leave. You wait until I leave and then say thank you and good evening to several people. I’ll be waiting up the block for you.”

“Okay,” she said and gave my dick another quick rub. “Keep it hard for me.”

“I will, my little slut, I will.”

“Oh, I like that.”

“What?”

“You calling me your little slut. I am you know.”

“I know. Meet me at the corner, now.”

“I will, Ned. I will.”

________________________________________

Back at my place I had her strip and lay on the bed.

“Tell me about the threesomes the Gallagher’s involved you in,” I said as I slapped her face with my dripping erection.

“Aren’t you gonna do me?”

“I’ll play with you while you tell me about those threesomes.” I let my palm rest on her pussy then applied a light pressure.

“Mmmm, okay, I guess,” she purred and giggled as my finger slid into her wetness.

“Celeste–that’s Mrs. Gallagher–liked watching me suck her husband’s cock. But when he was ready to cum I handed him over to her and she swallowed everything.”

“Which was fine with you,” I said.

“Yeah. Escort İstanbul Well you know how I can’t swallow and all.”

“Yes, I know,” I fed her the finger I had just taken out of her sodden pussy and she eagerly sucked it clean. I sent that finger and another back inside her.

“Go on,” I murmured into her ear before biting the lobe.

“Mmmm, well sometimes there were three women there and three men. Me, Celeste and this heavy woman, I think her name was Christy. She was really fat, at least 300 pounds, maybe more.”

“Who was the other Shawn?”

“Christy’s boyfriend? I never knew his name.”

“You go down on … Christy?”

“I can’t get into fat people, especially fat ladies.”

“And who was the other Shawn?”

“Umm, I only know him as Charlie. I never seen him around. And it’s a small town, you know?”

I decided to change course with my questions. “So tell me, what was the wildest sex scene you ever participated in?”

“I really want you in me, baby,” she whined. “I’m sooo fuckin’ horny, you know?”

“Answer my questions and I’ll screw your brains out.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” To prove the point I began fingering her at a much faster pace. She was grunting happily as she resumed talking.

“My wildest bit was the time they doubled me.”

“They?”

“Mmmm, oh, fuck! That’s good!”

A moment passed as I let her absorb her mini orgasm then I reminded her that she’d left off her story.

“Mmm, oh, yeah … well Mr. Gallagher and Charlie told Celeste they had a surprise for her.” She laughed, “It was me!”

I sent an exploratory finger into her ass. It went in easily enough, with Kat yelped like she’d been goosed.

“I like that,” she laughed. I love it up the ass.”

“You were saying about…”

“Oh, yeah, well I was riding Charlie while Celeste was blowin’ her husband. That’s when Mr. Gallagher and him told her about the surprise. She took him from her mouth and said, ‘What surprise?'”

“This one,” he says, and climbs up on the bed, grabs me from behind, spreads my cheeks and slides that hard cock right in. Charlie just stayed still until Mr. Gallagher got going. Jesus, he was rock hard from Celeste sucking him off. Damn, it felt so friggin’ good. They worked it so one pumped me then rested and the other pumped me. After a while they got to going at me together, you know? I know they could feel each other while they are in me. I should tell you that I didn’t know what they were going to do until they did it. But I can’t remember ever being that excited, you know?”

I nodded and told her to keep going.

“The only thing that might have made it better would have been another cock for my mouth. But you can’t have everything.”

“Sometimes less is better,’ I said philosophically.

“I gotta tell you, I love it up the ass! Oh, I forgot. After both guys came in me, Celeste insisted on eating me out. I mean she cleaned out my pussy and my ass. Totally awesome!”

“I bet it was.”

“Now you gonna fuck my brains out?’

“Of course I am, baby. Of course I am.”

And I did.

Afterward we discussed how I might fit in with her ‘Playtime.’

After I told her I was certainly agreeable to meet with the Gallagher’s Kat made a phone call, during which I heard my sexual capabilities praised to high heaven. Then I spoke with Mrs. Gallagher (“Oh, do call me Celeste!”) and agreed to meet with them and Kat the following night.

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“You’re really going?” Kat whispered after hanging up the phone.

“Of course.”

“Gawd, that makes me feel … a bit kinky.”

“I’m shocked, shocked I say! How can a sweet young thing like you even admit to that?”

She dug her fingers into my ribs.

“I’m serious. I like doing it when someone can see me,” she rasped, looking into my eyes.

“I know that. After all, look at how we met.”

She rubbed her belly against me. “Does that turn you on?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not hard.”

“I will be, just give me time.”

Her lips nibbled across my cheek. Her breath warm against my skin.

“You’re teasing me, aren’t you? You’re having fun at my expense.”

“This isn’t costing you a cent, Kat. But we should savor the moment.”

“Yes. Savoring is a good word. I’m going to savor you,” Kat whispered obscenely.

“I’m going to savor your sweet silky cock.”

I laughed at her comment and bent to her breast and the rubbery berry that topped it off. She sighed then shivered as I licked and sucked and blew cool air on her skin.

I cupped her tiny so hot crotch. Her hips surged against me, distracting her from mouth nipping at her nips.

I left her oh so sweet nub and headed south.

“Yiee,” she screamed softly and clamped her thighs around my neck driving my chin into the bed between her legs. My tongue, a wild thing at the moment, found her molten core. I pivoted over her, wanting her mouth on me. She turned her face away and I stroked her forehead and cheek with my dick trying to find her mouth. She shook her head back and forth.

“Suck me. Suck it … My clit.”

Her belly muscles twitched then twanged.

“Ah, ahh, ahhh, I’m…” Her belly rippled like a horse’s flank shaking off flies.

“Ah, ahh, ahhh … THERE!” she groaned and collapsed into the bed. Her thighs split, releasing my head.

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