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We had “met” in an online chat room an age ago; the topic of travel had initially sparked our conversation, which had gradually developed into a deeper connection. Aside from a rare intellectual connection, there was a cheeky chemistry between us. Lately, it was rare for us to go a day without contact — and, today, it was finally time for us to meet.

I lay by the pool under the shade of a large umbrella, the black bikini a stark contrast against my tanned curves. Reclined in the sunchair and behind dark sunglasses, I appeared to have a cool and calm demeanour; few would have guessed that my stomach was filled with butterflies at the thought of finally seeing you.

As I relaxed by the pool, closing my eyes in the warm sunshine, your cab pulled to the front of my hotel. As your eyes fell on the lobby entrance, your heart started to pound harder in your chest, suddenly questioning the visit. We had only been in contact via messages before — so it was a big risk to take such a long trip to see me. As you opened the car door, you couldn’t help but wonder whether I was feeling the same excitement and anticipation you were.

Climbing the steps to walk through the lobby, you leaned against the railing overlooking the pool, fumbling for your phone as your eyes fell on the curvy brunette laying at the far end, admiring the curve of her ass as she lay on her stomach, skin glistening in the sun. You took a moment to drink in the sight of her chest softly rising and falling with each breath. She lay, oblivious to your gaze, as you felt blood surge to your cock, becoming hard at the sight of her. Finally finding your phone, you shot off a message, letting me know you had arrived – surprised to see the brunette you had been watching move to check her phone. Looking closer, finally seeing her face, you realised it was me.

With a smirk, you moved toward me, eyes keenly watching my curves. Finally reaching me, you stepped closer and dropped your bag next to my chair. The shadow cast over me and the sound of your movement finally alerted me to your presence. Opening my eyes behind my sunglasses, I smiled widely up at you, so pleased to finally see you in the flesh, after the messages and photos exchanged.

I exclaimed an excited “hello,” and stood to give you a hug. Wrapping my arms around you tightly, my pussy tingled as my breasts crushed against your chest, satisfied to feel you little hard against me.

Releasing you, I returned to my seated position on the sunchair, taking the opportunity to reapply sunscreen as I asked you, “How was your trip?”

“It was good…” you replied, somewhat vague and distracted, your response trailing off as your eyes followed the movement of my hands, gently massaging the thick lotion into the soft skin on my arms, neck and breasts.

Your cock stiffened in your pants as your eyes focussed on my now stationary hand, held at the centre of my glistening breasts barely contained in my flimsy black bikini. Realising I had stopped, you raised your eyes to mine, narrowing them as I grinned cheekily back, knowing I had been caught.

With a smirk, you sweetly asked whether I would like you to apply the sunscreen to my back. I narrowed my eyes at you in suspicion, uncertain of your intentions – but, ever sun smart, I agreed.

You lifted the tube of escort bayan ankara lotion from my hands, gently nudging my hip as you instructed me, “roll over”.

Following the direction of your nudge, I rolled away from you, resting on my front with my hands crossed below my head.

You took a moment to drink in the sight of me laying beneath you before you straddled me, your weight above me as you poured a gentle stream of lotion onto my back, applying it generously as your strong hands rubbed the cool cream into my soft skin. As your hands massaged my muscles, your teasing fingers sometimes slid a little lower than I thought you intended, sliding under the band of my bikini panties. Your hands thorough, ensuring you’d reached the sides of my body as well, you grazed my large breasts, gently cupping them as I felt your weight shift and your hardness press against my ass.

A sudden fire raced through my body as the realisation hit me that I had been waiting for you. Following your soft ministrations and teasing touches, my body was alight with need and I simply couldn’t wait any longer.

Finished applying the sunscreen, you rose from me. I rolled over and stood, grabbing your hand to urgently pull you after me.

“Now,” I demanded.

My mind focused solely on what my body was craving, I was grateful that my room was not far from the pool. Nevertheless, I was somewhat breathless by the time we arrived at the door (although there was perhaps another reason for the excitement).

As I fumbled to find the key to the door, you stood behind me, pressing my body to the door, so hard I could feel your thick hard cock pressed firmly between my ass cheeks. Your left hand encircled my body, roughly grasping my breast, and your right hand swept my hair away from my neck, your lips meeting my tender flesh, feeling the vibration in my neck of the guttural moan that escaped me as you lick and sucked at my soft sweet skin.

I finally found the right key and slid it into the lock, twisting the door handle and pushing it open as we stumbled into the room. Dropping everything to the floor, your hands found mine and pinned me to the wall inside the door, your lips hungrily on mine as you kicked the door shut behind us, giving us some desperately needed privacy. I lifted my legs to wrap them tightly around your waist, gently raising and lowering my hips, grinding down onto your cock. We were separated by only a few thin layers of material, enflaming my need for you.

You dropped your hands, roughly grasping my ass as you pulled me away from the wall to carry me to the bed. You roughly threw me down, looking down to me laying beneath you on the mattress. I watched your hand drop to your pants, a soft whimper escaping my lips as I watched your fingers excruciatingly slowly sliding the zipper down to reveal what I was craving. You slid your pants down and laughed as you heard my gentle moan as I finally lay my eyes on your thick hard cock.

My eyes on your cock, I suddenly became aware that, as badly as I wanted to taste you, my pussy was dripping with desperate anticipation and I simply couldn’t wait any longer to feel you inside me. Reaching for your hand, I roughly pulled you to lay on your back on the bed, spreading my thighs to straddle you.

My kızılay escort milky DD breasts swung in front of your face as I reached my hand down, untying the sides of my bikini panties, lifting them to expose my dripping wet pussy. Moving my hips slightly back, I raised myself to hover above your cock, your throbbing head poised right at the entrance of my pussy, as I met your eyes.

“Please?” I asked, pleading to feel you inside me.

“Yes,” you commanded, meeting my eyes. As you confirmed your permission, I lowered myself, a deep guttural groan escaped my lips as I felt your throbbing length inside me, filling my sweet pussy.

My head fell back with a soft moan as I lowered my body, the pressure of my body bearing down forcing your deliciously thick hard cock into my tight pussy. Finally sitting, as sharp gasp escaped my lips as I felt you bottom out inside me, my pussy unable to take any more. My hands held your chest, bracing myself as I raised my body again, beginning to ride your cock. Despite the slow and steady motion I was determined to maintain so I could enjoy the sensation of you filling me, a primal urge overtook me and my riding became more urgent, bouncing up and down on your cock as my breasts bounced above you. I leaned back and reached one hand behind me, grasping your leg to brace myself, as the other hand cupped my breast, gently rolling my nipple between my fingers, lightly pinching it.

While I continued to bounce on you, you raised yourself to a sitting position, your hands on my ass, pulling me to you. Your mouth lowered to my breasts, kissing and sucking my sweet tender flesh, your tongue softly licking, teasing my nipple. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt your mouth latch onto me, sucking my sensitive nipple as your teeth grazed my bud. The combination of my feeling of fullness together with your mouth on my breasts caused a deep moan from my throat, unable to maintain control anymore. My arms wrapped around you, clutching you as my nails dug into your back, one hand tangled in your hair as I held your head to my breasts. I couldn’t help but beg.

“Please,” I gasped as I continued to ride you, loving the sensations of your thick cock filling my pussy. My mouth found your neck, kissing and sucking in the same manner you had done to me, softly biting at your flesh as I tried to stifle my moans.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

You lifted your mouth from my chest briefly, meeting my eyes with a wicked grin. “Yes?” you asked, returning your attention to my nipple with an intensity that made me gasp.

“Please, sir,” I replied. Despite your thick cock filling me, my bouncing was not satisfying the desperate animalistic urges coursing through me. Looking up at me, you once again met my eyes; this time, a dark hunger evident.

“Move,” you growled at me, prompting me to swiftly scramble from your lap onto the bed next to you, suddenly nervous. You stood and rounded on me, like an animal stalking its prey.

“On your knees,” you ordered sternly. The sudden harsh tone of your voice left no question in my mind; you were not to be disobeyed.

I rolled over onto the bed, kneeling, bracing my arms against the headboard. I looked back towards you as your hands fell, your fingers massaging my escort bayan butt. A sudden gasp escaped my lips as I was surprised with a sharp stinging slap on my ass.

You roughly pulled at my hips, positioning me at the edge of the bed, your hard cock poised at my entrance. The head of your dick rubbed against my sensitive clit, massaging my hard bud, causing a strong shiver to run through my body.

“Beg,” you commanded, sternly.

“Please,” I asked, trying to control the quiver in my voice.

Feeling your hand on my ass again, I immediately knew you wanted more, a sharp gasp coming from lips as I felt the stinging pain as you again spanked me.

“Please, sir,” I begged, desperate now as my pussy flooded at your touch. “Please, fuck me.”

With a sharp cry, my body was pressed forward as you held my hips and thrust into me, your thick hard cock spreading my soaking wet pussy. You moaned at the tightness, feeling my muscles constrict around you, making your withdrawal difficult. As you pulled out of me, I groaned, begging “no,” at my sudden emptiness, needing you to fill me.

One hand left my hip, reaching around to cover my mouth, muffling my moans as you thrust into me again, fucking me harder and faster as my naughty little pussy demanded of you.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” you chastised me as you continued to thrust into me. A question tried to escape my lips, muffled against your hand.

You chuckled darkly, enjoying the wickedness of what we were doing.

“Jessica, you demanded my cock inside you within minutes of seeing me,” you reprimanded. The depravity of the situation hit me and, as I realised how much I enjoyed it, a fresh wave of juices flooded my pussy.

“Such a bad girl,” you murmured, increasing the speed and depth of your thrusts as I cried against your hand, softly biting your palm. My body trembled under your hand as you fucked me, not letting up as my orgasm wracked my body with an explosion of pleasure.

I collapsed on the bed below you as you roughly manoeuvred me to face you. Faced with your hard cock, my mouth opened, and I focused only on the object of my despite. One hand fell between my legs, stroking my throbbing clit, as I licked and sucked at your pulsing cock, my other hand cradling your balls.

I felt your hand tangle in my hair as you guided my head, savouring the sensation of my mouth and tongue on your dick, knowing how much I enjoyed giving head. You were aware how much sucking your dick turned me on, knowing that it was likely my pussy was freshly wet because of my mouthful. Your suspicions were confirmed as you felt my soft moan muffled by your cock as my arousal once again grew.

Turned on by my arousal and the sensations of my mouth obviously enjoying your cock, your hand stopped, holding my mouth to your cock so that you were buried balls deep in my mouth, feeling my throat constrict as I gagged a little. The sudden tightness of my throat muscles pushed you over the edge, and you held my mouth to you, your cock exploding, filling my throat and mouth with your thick cum. Your load was bigger than either of us anticipated, and you felt me gag a little again as my mouth was filled, a few drops spilling out the corner of my mouth down to my chin.

Finally empty, you released my head and I pulled back with a gasp. My fingers flew to the corners of my mouth, scooping your cum back into my mouth and swallowing it, savouring your taste.

You collapsed back onto the bed with a long, slow exhale, looking over at me.

I looked back at you, smiling shyly.

“Hi,” I said, “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

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The flight left the mainland in the midst of storm, the takeoff and following ascent to cruising altitude was bumpy. The man did not ordinarily enjoy such travel but he found that being clutched at by the petite brunette in the seat beside him did alleviate any overt distress.

For her part, the petite brunette woman wasn’t as nervous as she let on but did enjoy his arms around her. She’d also enjoyed the kissing they’d engaged in during the wait for the flight. It had left the man breathless.

Leveling out at cruising altitude the airliner encountered smooth air as it raced towards the sun sinking in the west. Hawaii bound the passengers on the plane were happy to the leave the rain and cold of the mainland behind and had high hopes for the following week in Maui.

After the stewardess’s had passed through the cabin distributing the first round of drinks the cabin lights were dimmed and a movie was started.

The petite brunette mentioned the cabin temperature and drew a blanket over the two of them as they alternately snoozed and watched the movie. He awoke from one of the snoozes with start. A hand was exploring his lap rather intently, touching here, rubbing there. She didn’t seem to notice, her eyes remained fixed on the screen so her hand must have been moving of its own accord. He took a deep breath, conscientiously trying to still his now fully risen excitement. Continued deep breathing exercises and tightly closed eyes had no alleviating effects.

“Are you OK,” she whispered mischievously, her breath warm in his ear. “You’re a little flushed and breathing hard,” she continued as he felt his fly being lowered. “Oh my,” she continued in a low voice as her hand wrapped around his rigidness, “there appears to be a bit of swelling, too!” She stroked him, her hand slowly rubbing up and down, stopping near the head to trace the tip and spread some of the wetness around. “Is this as funny as when I told you I was wet?” her warm breath teased his neck and ear and she enjoyed the shiver that shook his body when her fingers started tracing lazy circles just below the head. “Sensitive there, are you?” and she kissed him when he turned his head to look at her. Mid-kiss the cabin lights came on and the stewardess announced they would be landing in about 45 minutes and offered a free MaiTai to all adults to welcome them to Hawaii. She withdrew her hand and zipped him back up but had the decency to keep their laps covered. “I hope you’re feeling better now,” she said after they had their drinks. After the server had passed she leaned back into him and whispered “I was getting ready to kiss it and make it all better,” she said, squeezing him through his shorts again. She sat back grinning as he closed his eyes and groaned. She leaned back in and whispered, “I think swelling like that is like from a snakebite, I was planning on sucking the poison out to get the swelling down but it seems to have cured itself.” She tentatively explored his lap again ankara escort bayan then laughed quietly, her bright blue eyes looking innocently into his. “Its swelling again, I think. Too bad its too late to do anything about it, though”

She was still chuckling (and keeping her hands to herself) as the plane descended and landed.

The light from the full moon sparkled on the ocean’s surface and the twinkling lights from the towns looked like diamonds on black velvet as the plane descended. Other than a few shakes and shudders caused by errant wind gusts the final approach and landing were smooth. He turned to her, his eyebrows arching high, “We’re here!” and kissed her, a brief touching of lips and a hint of tongue offering more in the future. As the plane taxied she gave him her most innocent look when he said, “I’d forgotten what a brutal tease you can be.”

The hustle and bustle of gathering luggage, deplaning, and finding the hotel’s transportation took another half-hour before they were again ensconced on a seat again, kisses interspersed with taking in the nightscape as they drove through the town and sugarcane plantations. The van deposited them and their belongings on a garden pathway which they followed to the front desk.

“Where’s the ocean?” she asked as they waited for the couple in front of them to check in. “I can smell it but after that last turn I think we went away from it.”

“It’ll be fine, if we’re not close enough for you we can change hotels tomorrow,” he said, kissing her forehead. They checked in and after being assured it was the room he had requested they rode the elevator up. Surprisingly there was no making out in the elevator, even though they were alone for the ride up. Simple hand holding sufficed, the unspoken of but highly charged anticipation made them slightly afraid of what would happen if they freed themselves from social restraint too soon.

He led her into the dark room, the faint glow from the digital clock giving just enough light to avoid the furniture. Reaching around a corner he flipped on a light in the bathroom. “Let’s take a shower before we go any further, and you can mull over this being a good idea or not,” he said as he kicked off his sandals, and removed his clothes, disappearing behind the shower curtain. She stood with a stunned expression as she heard the water start. He poked his head out, “Are you coming in?”

She undressed slowly, taken by surprise at his sudden change in attitude. She stepped in and found him rinsing off. He drew her to him and kissed her, their naked bodies touching for the first time in much too long. He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, “I do, you know.” Her jaw dropped in mute surprise when he stepped out of the shower and she heard him drying off.

“You do … what?”

“Adore you.” And she heard him leave the bathroom. The quick and simple revelation surprised her again. Not the fact of it, çankaya escort she’d known that he, at the very least, adored her, for at least ten years now. She soaped and rinsed and found him dressed in a robe waiting for her. He conscientiously dryed her then led her, confused and naked into the still dark room. Her vision took a few moments to adjust to the darkness but she could tell the blinds had been pulled back from the window and the fragrance of Hawaii told her the sliding glass door had been opened.
He moved behind her and put his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. “Is this close enough?” the warm breath asked in her ear as his lips began exploring her neck. As her eyes adjusted she found herself just inside the door leading to a balcony. Beyond the balcony was ocean, illuminated by the full moon. She could make out the dark mass of Molekini in the distance.

His hands had moved up, cupping her breasts. “Close enough?” he ask again, his tongue lightly tracing the ridge of her ear.

“I think so,” she said, finding herself thwarted as she tried to turn to him. His fingers continued to stroke her breasts, circling lightly, barely touching, then moving in for an unexpected pinch on a rapidly rising nipple. Her breath caught at realization she couldn’t move towards, or away, or anywhere he didn’t want her to. “That’s not fair,” her voice squeaked, “You know what that does to me.”

“Oh, yes, I know. And I think some counterteasing is fair game,” he said. One of his hands had dropped to her belly and was slowly sliding down, gently pushing her thighs apart. As she moved her feet apart, granting him access to her sex, her hands moved behind her and she grasped his cock.

“Nope,” he said, backing away and removing the robes belt. “These little hands need to take a rest, they’re probably tired after playing on the plane all the way over here.” A few quick loops of the terrycloth belt and her hands were safely behind her back. A few more loops and both hands were ensconced mittenlike. When he moved his mouth back to her neck he found her breathing had quickened. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered and she answered by tilting her head to one side, offering him her neck.

He sucked, and nipped, and kissed her neck has his hands moved back to her breasts. Her nipples had hardened fully now, the areola wrinkled and swollen around them. He pinched them a little rougher now, seeming to know just how much pressure to pinch them with. “Do you want me to use my mouth on your nipples,” he asked. She nodded eager acquiescence but was teased, “I would have liked you to use your mouth on the plane, but it just wasn’t to be.”

His hands slid down her belly again, finger tips gently parting her pubic hair. When they finally reached her lower lips his hands parted to stroke her inner thighs. Gently, and oh so close to her wetness, his fingertips moved in lines and circles, dikmen escort gently pinching her and there. “Your right, just touching can be frustrating, can’t it?” She vigorously nodded yes, her mittened hands could feel his hardness as she rubbed futilely at him, she could feel his erection pressed against her back.

“This is so not fair,” she repeated, and felt her knees flex spaghetti like when the middle finger of his right hand parted her lower lips and slid between them, gathering the moisture within and moving it to her clitoris. Once at its destination the fingertip circled softly and she all but collapsed into his encircling arms. “Not fair,” she whimpered as the finger darted away and slid into her. It gathered more moisture and moved back to her nub, rubbing faster now. The variations in her breathing led the fingertip to the bottom of her erect clit. Continued rubbing at that point led to moans, then to gasps and moans, then finally a shudder as the pleasure overwhelmed her and legs totally jellied she allowed herself to be completely supported by him.

As she regained her balance he undid the tie and she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes tightly closed and face to his chest as she took deep breaths. A few moments later she pulled his head down for a kiss and murmured, “I know you do…”

He turned her towards the bed, he’d pulled it down she noted, and steered her towards it following close behind. He gently pushed her forward onto it and she crawled up on on her hands and knees. His hands tightened on her waist and stopped her, pulling back slightly until knees we at the edge of the mattress. As her head turned she felt his hardness press into the back of her thigh. A slight readjustment and her sex opened for him as he slid into her, his hands looking huge on her tiny waist. Matching moans erupted from them as he entered her fully until her butt was tight against his hips.

She turned her head to give him a little smile and he said, “I dreamed of this since I saw you reaching into your car that one day.” He eased all the way out of her then pressed back in. He repeated, acquiring a rhythm as he thrust into her, then alternated with pushing and pulling her onto his rigidness. He loved the way her breasts swung as she began moving with him. Her arms collapsed when he reached around her leg with his arm and fingered her little nub in time with his strokes. She lay with the side of her face flat on the bed and her arms outstretched, eyes closed. Faster and faster he went as both of their breathes came quicker and quicker.

“I’m getting close again!” she said excitedly as he increased his speed yet again, the tingle of his own impending climax spurring him on. He had both hands on her hips now and watched as she moved one arm underneath herself. A moment later he felt her fingers alternate between fondling his swing balls and rubbing her own clit. A sudden gasp and shiver announced her climax, which in turn triggered his. This time it was his legs struggling to keep him upright as waves of intense pleasure moved through him.

It took a concerted effort for the two to move forward without breaking their joining but at last they lay spooned as their breathing slowed to normal and they drifted off, he was holding her in his arms.

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“A train…..a lousy train,” he thought in his head, over and over. “Why I decided to take a train to meet my client instead of flying, I’ll never know.” Tired of flying all the time for work, he decided to change things up a bit and take the train.

But he had not realized how unpleasant, uncomfortable and unbelievably slow this mode of transit was. “But, too late now…,” he thought, defeated. Sitting in his uncomfortable seat, he stared out the train car window, watching the houses and pastures whizzing past at a rate that made it impossible to really see anything going by. He turned his gaze from the window and looked around the train car casually, eyeing the other passengers. A loud sigh escaped from his lips as he shifted in his seat, suddenly quite aware of his body’s need to take a piss, he stood up and placed a magazine on his seat, society’s odd way of “declaring” a space while momentarily unoccupied, he walked slowly to the washroom. He quickly finished, washed his hands and began walking down the isle to return to his seat. Looking up to note the row markers overhead to indicate his earlier seat choice, he saw he was almost there. “Another two rows and I’ll be there,” he thought. But what is this???

There, sitting where he had left his magazine, was a beautiful girl…reading his magazine. He froze immediately, staring at her, confused. She looked up at that very moment to notice his impromptu halt, a confused look washed over her face. “Is something wrong?” she asked softly. He noticed her small hands and well manicured red fingertips holding his magazine hostage. He smiled down at her, welcoming this refreshing departure from his otherwise painfully dull day. “No, not at all, I was just looking for a seat…,” he said, sitting across from her, his smile did not fade. She smiled back at him, lifting the magazine up again to resume her reading.

He quickly returned his gaze back out escort ankara the window, not noticing a thing, as his mind began to wander in the way a man’s mind usually does with such an amazing creature as she was just inches away from him. “God,” he thought as he could smell the sweet, aromatic scent of citrus wafting over to him, coming off her body. He breathed in deeply and felt his groin start to come alive. He carefully looked over towards her slowly, making sure she was not looking. “Good,” he thought, “she’s still reading the magazine.” Without another thought, his eyes drank her in, every inch of her beautiful, sexy, young, sweet, curvy body.

Her legs were crossed, revealing just the top of her black thigh highs, which ran down from there to her shiny black patent leather high heels. Not believing there were actually women still in the world that dressed like this. His cock began to grow more engorged as he shifted in his seat, hoping his erection would quickly go away, but knowing full well it would not. He noticed how her black skirt had climbed higher up her thigh and how her white buttoned up blouse clung nicely to her firm, full tits. Her long caramel tendrils dangling seductively from her head towards her breasts, almost seeming to look as if they were trying to lick at her tits. Her face tanned and glowing, lips outlined nicely in a darkened brownish color encircling her full, shiny lips. Perfect for wrapping around something, he thought. Her eyes were also caramel brown with long, beautiful, dark lashes. “Damn,” he thought again, “she’s incredible!”

It actually became as physically painful as it was mentally painful how long it had been since he had been with a woman. Correction, since he had fucked a woman. The thought angered him. “How long had it been?” he thought. Too much work, too many late nights, and not enough time for him. No time for his own ankara sınırsız escort needs and wants…..and desires. At that very moment, it was her legs uncrossing that made him snap out of his deep thought, only to bring him back to the moment, and problem, at hand. This beauty before him, still intently reading his magazine, had turned slightly to one side, legs together, skirt riding higher, that made his eyes travel upwards to her mid thigh to, once again, notice the top of where her stocking ended with a row of delicate lace, firmly gripping her soft thigh flesh.

He caught her scent again and briefly pictured fucking her furiously, making her scream, ripping off her blouse and driving his cock deep into her, biting her young, tender breasts and blowing his load, by the gallons into her young, sweet pussy. His cock now stretched his pants badly as he reached over to adjust himself quickly, pressing it down, trying desperately to drive the thoughts of her…of them…from his head.

As he adjusted himself, he raised his glance upward just in time to see her looking back at him, eyeing his hand on his pants crotch, pushing on his cock. He froze instantly. Their eyes then locked and he felt his insides twist, his eyes briefly grew as big as saucers. A slow smile came across her face as she lowered the magazine to her lap. He gazed at her, still, frozen by fear combined with confusion from her smile. He quickly turned to look out the window, his hands in his lap, motionless. He could see out of the corner of his eye her placing the magazine down on the seat next to her as she rose and stood up. He kept his glance out the window, still very much noticing every movement she made. His gaze did not falter as she took off her coat as she stepped towards him, turned around, and sat herself down next to him. He immediately felt the coat cover ankara etlik his lap. He looked down to see she had placed it over both their laps. He slowly looked up toward her face and saw her looking back at him, smiling coyly as she lowered her gaze from his and turned her face slightly away from his. Her gesture, although bold, was softened by her almost shy demeanor.

“What the fuck?”, he thought wildly to himself, his heart racing slightly. But he didn’t move a muscle or even flinch. This was so unexpected and hard to absorb. He was unsure what exactly was meant by this sudden bold display of action. His thoughts were quickly broken as he felt her hand move over onto his thigh and move in slow, small strokes. He moved his hands to his sides and carefully slouched only slightly and spreading his thighs, giving her hand full access to him in any way she saw necessary. Any left over confusion quickly disappeared as he felt her hand move over his cock and felt her gentle caress grow to a firmer rubbing motion. He let his head fall back towards the back of the seat and he closed his eyes, giving in to her touch. His mind and body began to drown in the moment, his cock growing to its full length, making things grow ever more uncomfortable inside his pants.

Just as he began to think of the tight accommodations, he felt her other hand begin to undo his pants and then felt his cock being pulled from his boxers. With this, his eyes shot open as he turned his glance over to her, her eyes locked onto his, her smile soft and warm, her eyes inviting him further. Instinctively, he leaned over towards her cautiously and kissed her slowly on the lips, her soft, warm, wet tongue slowly snaking out, sliding into his warm, wet mouth. His hungry mouth accepted her eagerly and, again, he noticed her sweet, citrus smell. It drove him crazy with desire. How badly his wished to fuck this beautiful creature next to him. He quickly lifted his hand to the back of her tender neck, his fingers tangling nicely in her long, flowing tendrils. Pulling her closer towards him, his mouth took in her kiss deeply. Their tongues began to swirl wildly as he brought his other hand over and gently cupped her firm, tender breast, feeling her breath catching in her throat.

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Dick Hardown was the principal of Roughton University. His job wasn’t easy, but it was quite rewarding. Yes, the salary and benefits were very nice. However, the best thing about being a college principal was the students. The female students. And the hottest female students were cheerleaders.

The school’s football team was truly terrible. However, there wasn’t a single college in the country that had cuter cheerleaders than the ones that attended Roughton University.

The school mascot was the beaver while the school’s colors were black and violet. The cheerleaders’ tops and bows were black while their miniskirts and bloomers were violet.

The cheerleaders were on the field getting ready for the game against tonight’s opponent, the Washington Warhawks. Mr. Hardown had the perfect view of the football field from his office.

Mr. Hardown pulled the blinds aside and peeked out of his office window as he stared out at the football field. The cheerleaders were stretching on the field, and it was a glorious sight to see.

At that precise moment, one of the cheerleaders dropped her pom poms. She bent down to pick them up. Her miniskirt crawled up her legs, allowing Mr. Hardown to have a clear view of her large round ass. Her cheeks were hanging out, and the outline of her pussy lips could be seen through her thin violet bloomers.

Mr. Hardown unbuckled his belt, pulled out his cock, and began to masturbate.

Eventually, he achieved orgasm, and he ejaculated all over the window. He grabbed a blank piece of paper, wiped the cum off of the window, and tossed the paper into a nearby garbage bin.

Suddenly, he heard a loud rapping noise on his office door. Mr. Hardown buckled his belt, zipped up his pants, and grabbed a stack of papers. He pretended that he was working on paperwork.

“Come in!” he yelled.

The door opened, and Ms. Pusskins walked in. A blonde cheerleader followed her into the office. Mr. Hardown instantly recognized her. Courtney Assmon. Courtney was his favorite student. She had the perfect body, and she always wore the perfect clothes to show off that sexy body of hers.

Ms. Pusskins placed a beaker onto Mr. Hardown’s desk. The beaker contained a white foamy liquid. Mr. Hardown stared at it, wondering what the strange liquid was.

“What is it?” he asked her.

“I’ll show you,” she said.

Ms. Pusskins tossed a pair of black socks onto the table. She poured a small amount of liquid onto the socks. Within seconds, holes began to appear, and the material vaporized into thin air.

“I overheard Courtney telling someone that she was going to have somebody use this at tonight’s game,” she said. “Plant this all over the visiting cheerleaders’ bench. Once it came into contact with the other cheerleaders’ undergarments, it would…”

“I think I got the picture,” he interrupted.

“Well, I find it appalling! And I demand that you address this immediately!” she ordered.

“And I shall address it,” Mr. Hardown replied. “You may go now, Ms. Pusskins. I would like to have a private conversation with Courtney regarding her role in this.”

Ms. Pusskins nodded and headed for the door. However, she decided to add another comment.

“This girl needs some discipline in her life, Mr. Hardown,” Ms. Pusskins said. “I sincerely hope that you can provide her with some.”

“I will, Ms. Pusskins,” Mr. Hardown stated. “I will.”

Once Ms. Pusskins had departed from his office, Mr. Hardown ordered Courtney to sit down.

As Courtney sat down, her skirt crawled up her legs. Mr. Hardown did everything in his power not to look up her skirt. Even a brief glimpse of her crotch would cause his libido to go wild.

“Courtney, you do realize how serious this is, don’t you?” Mr. Hardown said.

“Serious? But it was just a joke, Mr. Hardown,” she answered.

“Planning to use a chemical that exposes other cheerleaders’ body parts is a very serious offense, Courtney,” he said. “An offense that could severely damage this university’s reputation.”

“Well, you won’t let us cheer unless we’re wearing those tight uncomfortable bloomers,” she argued. “Why do you think we have so many guys in attendance for all of our games? Because they want to watch a 4-8 football team? Please. The team fucking sucks every year. They only come for the show, and that show is us.”

“So you decided to make other cheerleaders show their stuff and pay the price for an offense that they did not commit?” he asked. “Give those horny men a show while evading the consequences?”

“You make it sound like a bad thing,” she replied. “Cheerleading is all about pride and spirit. And every cheerleader should be able to show off her body. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“Courtney, you know that I cannot allow this to occur,” he said. “Something like this cannot happen in a public setting on school grounds. I’m afraid that I have no choice.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I’m going to have to remove you from the squad,” he told her. “Permanently.”

“No!!!” ankara escort Courtney shrieked. “No, Mr. Hardown! Please! No, please! Just give me one more chance! I need to be on the squad! Please! I’m begging you, Mr. Hardown! Please!”

“As the principal of this university, I cannot allow something like this to go unnoticed and unpunished,” Mr. Hardown stated. “You know that. So now I must…”

“Please, Mr. Hardown!” she screamed. “There must be something that I can do to stay on this squad! I’ll do anything! Anything! You name it! Just don’t remove me from the squad! Please!”

Mr. Hardown prepared to dismiss Courtney again. However, her willingness to do anything caused him to develop a crazy idea. Before he could think it through, he opened his mouth and spook.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll give you a test. If you pass, I’ll let you back on the squad. If not, you’re out, and any chance of representing this university as a cheerleader will be gone.”

“Okay, what do I have to do?” Courtney asked.

“Now I must warn you,” he said. “What I am about to do to you is very unorthodox and very unprofessional. However, I am doing this for your own good. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes!” she said. “I love being a cheerleader, and I will do whatever it takes to keep being one!”

“Good,” he said. “Now get up and turn around.”

“What?” she asked.

“Courtney, this is apart of your test,” he said. “Now follow my instructions without complaint.”

Courtney got up and turned around. Mr. Hardown picked up a ruler and walked over to her.

“It is evident that you lack discipline in your life,” he said. “So I am going to give you some discipline. I am going to assert my authority over you. And I am going to teach you how to behave.”

At that moment, he flipped Courtney’s skirt up. He stared at her large round ass, which was barely covered by a pair of thin violet cheer panties.

“Bend over!” he ordered. “Now!” Courtney immediately complied.

“Mr. Hardown, can you please tell me what you’re going to do to me?” she asked.

“Courtney, you have a been a very naughty girl,” he said. “And for that, I must punish you.”

Suddenly, Mr. Hardown grabbed her panties and ripped them right off of her. The loud RIPPING sound caused Courtney to shriek, but she did not move or turn her head around. Mr. Hardown lifted the panties up to his face and licked the moist crotch before he tossed them aside.

Mr. Hardown raised his ruler and whacked Courtney’s ass several times. She yelled as he repeatedly smacked her cheeks with his twelve-inch ruler. Eventually, her ass was covered in red bruise marks. Mr. Hardown leaned down and kissed each of her bruises, licking her ass as he did so.

“Now I’m going to perform an internal search to make sure you’re not hiding anything from me!” he said. “Dirty little cheerleaders always have something to hide. So let’s see what you’ve got!”

He dropped the ruler, took his right hand, rammed three of his fingers into Courtney’s pussy, and began to finger-fuck her. She moaned loudly as her pussy became moist and ready.

Mr. Hardown added a fourth finger to her pussy and picked up the pace. Courtney screamed. It was the best “internal search” that any man had ever given her.

Mr. Hardown plunged his fingers in deeper as he searched for something. Eventually, he found it. Her G-spot. Courtney shrieked, unable to suppress how much she was enjoying this punishment.

Finally, Mr. Hardown yanked his fingers out of her, and she came. It turned out that Courtney was a squirter. Her cum gushed out of her pussy as she came on his hands, the office rug, and the floor.

Courtney fell to the floor, panting heavily, as she tried to recover from her intense orgasm.

“Now it’s time for your oral exam,” Mr. Hardown said. “I’ll even provide a demonstration.”

Mr. Hardown picked Courtney up and tossed her onto his desk. Several items fell onto the floor as she landed there. He leaned forward, pulled Courtney’s legs back, and began to suck on her pussy. Courtney moaned as he ate her out. His tongue tickled her clitoris as he made out with her pussy lips.

Courtney’s screams continued to grow louder as she came once again. Mr. Hardown devoured the juices that came out of her pussy, savoring every drop that his tongue could collect.

A few moments later, Mr. Hardown got up and walked over to the other side of the desk.

“The top,” he said. “Lose it. Now. Your test cannot be completed unless the entire body is available for testing.”

Courtney smiled. She attempted to remove her top, but she was unable to get it off of her head. Mr. Hardown sighed. He grabbed the top and yanked it up and over her head.

Unsurprisingly, Courtney wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her top. Mr. Hardown stared at her gorgeous rack. Courtney’s double D’s were as amazing as he had imagined.

“No bra underneath, huh?” he asked. “Apparently, your upper body needs eryaman escort as much discipline as your lower body did.”

Mr. Hardown placed both of his hands on Courtney’s boobs and began to play with them. He slowly stroked her nipples, twisting and turning them. She moaned as he massaged her rack.

Mr. Hardown leaned down and licked her tits with his tongue. At that moment, Courtney pushed her tongue into Mr. Hardown’s mouth. Mr. Hardown pushed his tongue back into his mouth to meet her tongue. They made out for several seconds as he groped her amazing boobs.

Once they had separated, he leaned back, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them. His erection was clearly visible through his dark green boxers.

“Alright, I’ve given you your oral exam,” he said. “Now it’s time for you to show me how well you can perform an oral exam.”

He sat down in his chair and waited for Courtney to approach him. Courtney walked over to him and got on her knees. She yanked his boxers down his legs and off of his feet. Once they were gone, Courtney turned her head and stared at his seven-inch cock. Her face indicated shock.

“Oh my, Mr. Hardown!” she said. “It’s so… it’s so big! I don’t know if it’ll fit in my…”

“Do it!” he demanded. “If you want to stay on the squad, you’ll take my lollipop and suck it!”

Courtney immediately obeyed. She shoved Mr. Hardown’s dick into her mouth and began to suck on it. He groaned loudly as she pushed his large cock down her throat. Her mouth nearly covered his entire shaft. She pressed her tongue against the head, moving it back and forth against his urethra. Mr. Hardown felt the semen in his cock rise. He knew that he couldn’t cum before he entered her.

Mr. Hardown gently pushed her head to the side, and she released his cock from her mouth. Mr. Hardown stood up and whacked his dick against her cute little nose.

“You’re on the pill, right?” he asked.

“Of course,” she giggled. “I hate latex. Getting to feel the skin on my skin is so much better.”

“I agree,” he said. “Now get on that desk and get yourself ready for my arrival.”

Courtney giggled and climbed onto his desk. Mr. Hardown placed his cock onto her pussy. He shook it several times, beating her clitoris as he did so. Courtney gasped, unable to deny the pleasure that Mr. Hardown was giving her. Finally, he pushed himself inside of her and began to fuck her.

Courtney moaned as Mr. Hardown pounded her twat with his cock. The walls of her moist pussy gripped his dick, making him want to move even faster and fuck her even harder.

Suddenly, the door to his office opened. Courtney’s best friend and cheerleading partner, Jenna Vagnus, walked into Mr. Hardown’s office. Jenna stared at the two, and her face widened in shock.

“Courtney, what the hell?” she yelled.

“Jenna!” Mr. Hardown screamed.

He pulled out of Courtney and ducked under his desk. Crap. He was busted. His reputation would be ruined. The school board would fire him immediately and ensure that he never worked again.

“Courtney? You’re fucking the principal?” Jenna yelled.

“Look, Jenna, I can explain,” Courtney said. “Mr. Hardown was just giving me a test and…”

“I cannot fucking believe this!” she groaned. “Here you are having sex in the principal’s office with the principal! And you never thought to invite me? Wow! I am very disappointed in you.”

Mr. Hardown stared at Jenna. He was stunned. This wasn’t the reaction that he was expecting.

“I’m so sorry, Jenna,” Courtney replied. “Is there anything that I can do to make it up to you?”

“Well, I have been feeling a little dirty,” she confessed. “Perhaps you can help… clean me off.”

Jenna sat down on a couch in Mr. Hardown’s office. She leaned back and spread her legs, revealing her violet cheer panties. Courtney turned to face Mr. Hardown. He nodded in approval.

“Go ahead,” he said. He breathed a huge sigh of relief as he got up and calmly sat down in his chair. “Show me what you have learned from your oral exam, Courtney. I want to see it for myself.”

Courtney giggled. She climbed onto the couch, grabbed Jenna’s panties, and pulled them off of her legs. Mr. Hardown’s cock got hard again as he stared at Jenna’s pink shaven pussy.

“Here, you’re gonna need those,” Courtney told Mr. Hardown.

Courtney tossed Mr. Hardown Jenna’s panties. They landed on his face, and he inhaled the moist fluids that were inside of them. He could smell it. Jenna was just as naughty as her best friend.

“Jenna likes it when guys cum in them,” Courtney explained. “Just saying.”

Courtney leaned down and began to suck on Jenna’s pussy. Jenna moaned as her best friend ate her out. Courtney stuck her ass up in the air as she kissed Jenna’s moist pussy lips. She also rubbed her fingers against her own clitoris so that she could have an orgasm too.

Mr. Hardown pounded his cock as he watched the two cheerleaders play with their pussies. Mr. etimesgut escort Hardown had some very naughty fantasies, but this was far better than anything he had ever imagined.

As Jenna screamed, Mr Hardown yelled. Eventually, the screaming became too intense. He wrapped Jenna’s panties around his cock as he ejaculated, smothering the crotch with his warm cum.

Jenna got up from the couch and gave Courtney a wet kiss on her lips. She walked over to Mr. Hardown, grabbed her panties, and sucked the cum right off of them.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Hardown,” she said. “You can taste me next time.”

“I look forward to it,” he replied. “Keep your grades up, Jenna.”

“I will as long as you can keep that cock up,” she answered. “Alright, I gotta go meet Ashley. She’ll be pissed if I don’t save some of my pie for her. I’ll see ya around, Courtney. Mr. Hardown.”

She placed the panties inside of her top, flipped up her miniskirt, and gave Mr. Hardown a nice long look at her ass. After a few seconds, she pulled her skirt down and walked sexily out of his office.

Mr. Hardown got to his feet and walked over to Courtney. She rubbed her clitoris, purring softly as she thought of a variety of naughty things.

Mr. Hardown grabbed his ruler off of the floor, raised it into the air, and smacked her pussy. Courtney screamed and removed her hands immediately from her cooch.

“Tell me, my dear,” he said. “Can you do a handstand? And how long can you do one?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I think I can stand on my hands for five minutes if you like.”

“Show me,” he demanded.

Courtney stood up and did a handstand. Her skirt flew up, allowing Mr. Hardown to have a great view of her ass and delicious pussy.

Mr. Hardown grabbed her legs with both hands, held her steady, lowered his head, and sucked on her pussy. She moaned as his tongue moved all over her moist pussy.

In addition to using his tongue, he rubbed his fingers all over Courtney’s twat, taking great care to properly stroke her clitoris. Courtney screamed as she came in Mr. Hardown’s mouth.

“Put it in!” she yelled. “Put that giant cock back in me! I need it! I fucking need it!”

“Very well,” he said. “If a giant cock is what you need, a giant cock I can provide.”

Mr. Hardown raised his right leg, inserted his cock into her, and began to pound her once more. He moved as quickly as possible, determined to give Courtney the best orgasm ever.

Courtney moaned loudly, but she began to lose focus as she stood on her hands. Recognizing this, Mr. Hardown pulled out of her and dragged her across the room. He tossed her onto the couch.

“Turn around,” he demanded. “I’m ready to finish this test and give you your final grade.”

Courtney nodded and turned around. Mr. Hardown flipped her skirt up, put his hands on her ass, pushed his cock onto her pussy, and entered her from behind.

Courtney moaned as Mr. Hardown pounded her pussy. He grabbed her ponytail and yanked on it as he plunged his cock as deep into her as possible. He moved his fingers across her clitoris, adding to the intense orgasmic sensation. Courtney screamed loudly, unable to contain her excitement. Mr. Hardown smacked her ass with his right hand, and the intense pleasure increased even more.

Mr. Hardown and Courtney screamed loudly as they reached their climax at exactly the same moment. The semen in his cock shot up, and he felt the orgasm overtake him.

Mr. Hardown moaned loudly as he ejaculated into Courtney’s pussy. He pulled out of her pussy halfway through the ejaculation, and he squirted some of his warm cum onto her ass and miniskirt.

Mr. Hardown groaned as he climbed up off the couch, walked over to his desk, and pulled his pants on. He was very happy, knowing that he had turned Courtney into a happy, obedient cheerleader.

Courtney climbed up off the couch and limped over to his desk. She was very sore, but going through Mr. Hardown’s unique form of discipline was worth it. She grabbed her top and used it to wipe Mr. Hardown’s cum off of her miniskirt, ass, and pussy. She licked the cum off of her top with a smile.

“So, uh… Mr. Hardown?” she asked. “What grade did I get on my… uh… test?”

“Well, I think it’s only fair that I give you an A+, Courtney,” Mr. Hardown replied. “You surpassed my expectations in every way… and in every place possible.”

“Excellent,” she said, as she slid her top back on. She grabbed her panties. They were torn apart and completely unwearable. She frowned as she showed him her shredded panties. He laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you some new ones,” Mr. Hardown said. “After all, I am the principal.”

He took the panties from her and used them to wipe the fluids off of his cock.

“Besides, I wanted a souvenir,” he said. “Something to remember you by.”

“You want to remember me?” she asked, as she pulled her skirt down. The skirt just barely covered her crotch and ass. “Well, I can think of some things that I could do to help you out with that.”

“Courtney, public naughtiness will not be tolerated on this campus,” he said. “You’re not going to use that chemical at any of our games. It would prompt an investigation, and several jobs would be lost. Now naughtiness in here, or at, let’s say… my house… that’s a completely different story.”

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The first day of summer was usually one filled with excitement and relief for most students, especially those who had just graduated high school. For them, summer meant trips to the lake, late-night parties, and movie marathons at the Schulman Theater downtown. For Zack Baskins, however, this was not the case. In an effort to raise his grades, his mother had made a deal with him. Get straight As and he could go to Germany with his best friend, Chet. Anything less and he would spend the summer working odd jobs and saving money for college.

“Stupid B+,” Zack mumbled as he walked up the long walkway leading up to the large dusty old house up the hill, dragging with him trashbags, gloves, and a rather impressive assortment of cleaning gear. Upon seeing his final report card, Zack’s mother had picked out the perfect punishment from an ad she’d seen in the newspaper. The ad was placed by Ashley Cameron, the daughter of the richest man in town. In it, she stated that she was looking for someone to come clean out her late father’s large house. The job would take the majority of the summer but it would pay well which, to Zack’s mom, sounded perfect.

Zack dropped his stuff on the step and rang the doorbell. He immediately heard footsteps. A woman came out smiling and pushed out her hand.

“You must be Zack,” she said. Ashley was in her late 30’s and definitely still attractive but she didn’t flaunt it. She was blonde with green eyes, about 5’8″ and appeared to have quite a nice rack underneath her blouse and stuffy coat. Also, she walked like she had a stick up her round ass. If she wasn’t so friendly, Zack may have thought of her as a cold bitch. Probably just her rich upbringing, he thought as he shook her hand, noticing her lovely red nails.

Ashley pulled a key from her coat pocket and handed it to Zack. “Well, like I said over the phone, most of the furniture has been moved out, all of the electricity is still connected, but the phone line isn’t. This key will open every door in the house, but there are a few of them that I haven’t even been into in… ever to be honest with you. My father was a very private man. If you find anything inside that you want, feel free to keep it. I have everything that I felt was worth taking.”

Ashley looked up at the large looming mansion and winced. “I appreciate your help with this. I just don’t think I could go through it…” As she continued to talk, Zack stopped listening and let his eyes roam down to her cleavage. The top two buttons on her red coat were undone and her cleavage was quite visible. Zack could feel his cock moving in his jeans.

“Everything clear?” Ashley asked. Zack snapped his eyes back up and nodded.

“Yeah, um… would it be inappropriate of me to ask when I’d get paid?”

Ashley laughed. She actually looked beautiful when she smiled. “Not at all. How about half now and the rest at the end of the summer? I won’t even tell your mom,” she said with a wink.

Zack eryaman escort smiled, surprised. “Okay, yeah. That sounds good.”

Ashley handed him a check and headed down the steps. “My cell number is on the kitchen counter if you need anything,” she shouted over her shoulder. “Thanks again!”

Zack waved half-heartedly and stuffed the check into his pocket. Sighing, he unlocked the large front door and stepped inside.

The house was dusty and dim. Zack groaned, thinking how much work this was going to be. He dragged his cleaning gear into the front room and left it there. Today would be inspection day. No cleaning. Even though he knew he’d have to do it all eventually, that plan made today seem a bit more bearable. Besides, after talking to Ashley, his dick was still very awake. He rubbed it through his jeans and started up the stairs.

Reaching the top, he found a long hallway filled with doors on either side. He bounced the key in his hand and started walking down the left side. “Okay… which one of you doors is the big private room?” He stopped in front of the first one. “Is it you?”

Zack tried the door and it opened easily. “Guess not,” he said and stepped inside. The room was empty except for a few books lying on the floor. The room smelled like dust. Zack went back into the hall, leaving the door open and moved to the one across the hall.

“How about you?” Zack pulled the knob and found the door firmly locked. “Ahhh, maybe something interesting in here then…” he said to himself as he unlocked the door. With a loud click, the knob gave way and Zack pushed the door open with some effort.

Inside this one seemed to be what was left of an old office. A desk lamp was broken and lying near the window and what appeared to be a bundle of phone jacks beside it. The only other object of note was a large closet on the right side of the room. Zack walked over to it, kicking at the remains of the lamp on the way, and opened the closet door.

“Holy fucking shit!” Zack yelled and nearly tripped over his feet as he stumbled backward, away from the dead body in the closet. His heart pounding, he tried to get a hold of himself and took a closer look at it. The body was one hell of a body. A gorgeous brunette woman, dressed in a French maid uniform stood smiling inside the closet. Her eyes were open and instead of looking creepy, she looked gorgeous and warm. Zack cautiously approached it.

The woman didn’t look dead. Her skin was white and her face was immaculate. Her full red lips pulled into a smile were youthful and shiny. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her black frilly top and her long luscious legs were barely covered by her tiny black skirt.

“What the fuck…” Zack whispered as he stepped closer. He reached out and touched the woman’s arm, finding it warm. He caressed it softly and felt the tiny hairs respond to his touch. Whatever she was, she definitely wasn’t dead.

“Hello?” ulus escort he asked. The woman gave no reaction.

Zack licked his lips. He thought his hormones were going crazy for Ashley, but he was now sporting a full hard on while looking over this beautiful specimen of a woman. He tried, briefly, to stop himself, but couldn’t resist. He reached up slowly and touched the woman’s breasts, finding them soft. He squeezed and ran a thumb over her very hard nipple.

“Mmmmm…”

Zack stopped, frozen. He hadn’t moaned. He looked up at the woman. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were slightly parted in a soft sensual moan. Zack’s hand stayed glued to her chest as her eyes slowly opened and looked at him. “Well, you don’t have to stop,” she said.

Zack’s hand dropped and he stepped away from the closet. “Um, I’m sorry. I, uh… what are you doing in there?”

The woman flashed her smile again. She was nearly as tall as Zack, who was a solid 6′. She stepped out of the closet and he noticed she was wearing very sexy black high heels. His dick was throbbing.

“I’m Elise. I live here,” she said softly.

“Wha-what?”

She laughed. “Thomas Cameron created me. I’m… artificial.”

Zack’s eyes darted around the room. He stepped closer to Elise, his voice lowered. “Listen, I’m sorry. I was just supposed to come in and clean the house. I feel like a huge perv now. I don’t know if this a big joke or if this is going to be on TV but I really would rather not be a part of it.”

Elise cocked her head to the side, her long wavy black hair cascading down her lilywhite shoulder. “TV?”

Zack nodded. “Yeah, or whatever. I just…”

“Did you say you needed the house cleaned?” Elise asked, interrupting him.

“Yeah. So, I’m just going to do that and you can… just… do whatever you do,” Zack said, his face red. He started to step away, trying to tell himself why he should even stay after embarrassing himself like that.

“Very well. I will start with this room, sir. Would you like me to clean in the nude?” Elise smiled, her voice sultry and soothing.

Zack turned back. “I’m sorry?”

“My creator often enjoyed watching me clean in the nude. He created me to be visually pleasing,” Elise said, looking down at her soft D cups. Zack stared at her, unsure what to say.

“Whatever… I’ll go get the cleaning stuff,” he replied finally.

“I will be here,” Elise said, smiling.

Zack hurried down the stairs and grabbed some rags and several different varieties of cleaning sprays. He looked around quickly, still not convinced fully that he wasn’t in the middle of a very weird practical joke. With his supplies in hand, he ran back up the steps.

He returned to the room finding Elise standing in exactly the same place, however, the room was spotless. Zack dropped his rags and bottles.

“Uh… wow. You really cleaned it,” he said, looking at the office.

“Yes. I eryaman escort did. Would you like to be pleased now?” Elise asked, stepping closer to Zack. “I am programmed in hand, oral and vaginal pleasure as well as cleaning.”

Zack stared at her. “What?”

Elise reached forward, her long white-tipped nails grazing Zack’s crotch. “You have an erection. May I help you with it? You have had it since you woke me. Please allow me to please you. Perhaps my lips would serve to relieve your sexual tension?”

Elise kneeled in front of Zack who could barely speak. “Um…” was all he could say.

“Here…” Elise unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, leaving his boxers on. She smiled up at him and leaned back, undoing her top to reveal two perfect D cup tits. They bounced as she smiled up at him, rubbing his dick through his boxers. She blew softly over it as she gripped the sides and pulled down. Zack’s cock sprung out and Elise moaned gently, admiring it.

“Ohhhh…. It’s so nice… what is your name?” she asked gripping his shaft in her soft hand.

“Zack,” Zack said quietly.

Elise began to stroke it, rubbing the head with her thumb. “Shall I suck you off, Zack?”

Zack nodded, looking down at the perfect brunette as her full lips parted. Her tongue slid out and licked his shaft from balls to head and took the whole thing into her mouth. She moaned as she began to stroke and suck. Her hand twisted around his dick and her lips slid down to his stomach, taking all of him into her mouth.

Zack began to moan, watching her. He put his hand onto her bobbing head and felt her soft gorgeous black hair. He closed his eyes and listened to her slurping and sucking noises as she sucked eagerly for his cum.

She popped his cock out of her mouth loudly and pumped it expertly in her hand. She leaned back and cupped her huge titties, squeezing them around his cock. She then tilted her head down so she could keep sucking the head. Zack instinctively fucked her melon tits. “Ohhhhh fuck…” he moaned.

Elise let him fuck her tits for a bit then dropped them, returning her full attention to sucking his throbbing dick. She moaned, slobbering all over his cock as she sucked it hard into her throat. He came up for air, then went back down as Zack began to moan, feeling his orgasm building.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned. Elise moaned harder, stroking, sucking, almost begging him to finish into her mouth.

Zack pulled her head to him as he spurted into her mouth. Moaning with her, he unloaded his cum. “Oooohhh, fuck….”

He looked down at her. Not a drop was on her chin. She’d swallowed it all. “Wow…” Zack said. “That was amazing.”

Elise pulled her top back on and stood up. “I love sucking cock,” she said, smiling. “Next time you will need to fuck me…. Or one of the others.”

Zack stopped, halfway done buttoning his jeans. “Others?”

Elise nodded. “Yes, Thomas made several of us to pleasure him and do the housework. I don’t know where they are, but he kept them in various places around the house. They are programmed for pleasure too.”

Zack stepped out into the hall and looked down it at the endless corridor of rooms…

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The Slut Therapist

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This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over.

My name is Samantha Foster (just call me Sam) and I am a slut. Well, maybe not your definition of a slut, but a slut never the less. You see, I love sex. I mean it, I love it more than anything. I have had sex with men, women, lesbians, even gay men. I will not just jump into bed with just anyone, though. I have to at least like you, you have to be clean, nice, courteous, and decent looking. But if it feels right, you will probably end up in bed with me.

The above may match your definition of slut, or not. I do not really care. I am my own woman and have my own values, likes and dislikes, and attitudes. Maybe it would be good to explain how I got this way.

When I was about seven years old I came to realize that my parents were different than most. Other parents had problems to deal with, they sometimes divorced, they depended on other people for their own self image, they sometimes hated their kids, or lives, or job, or spouse, any number of things. My parents led the happiest lives I could imagine. It was like a fairy tale life. They were the happiest two people I have ever encountered, and totally in love with each other. When I was about ten I began to notice that my parents would sometimes disappear during the day. As I got older I figured out it was because they were having sex. This almost always happened on weekends and when I figured it out I felt that I was special because they thought each other was special.

I am an only child, which was no problem for me. I did not miss siblings or encourage my parents to provide me one (or more). I was happy just being with them. We did everything together (except sex of course) and had the best times. I had the best childhood of anyone I knew. And I did have lots of friends through my neighborhood and school. But my parents were really special and we made up a sort of a band of three musketeers. We went camping, boating, vacations (usually driving), and really special holidays.

As I approached puberty my parents took me aside and we had the “sex talk”. Only it was not like any other parent’s sex talk that I knew about. Most parents see it as a job that needed to be done but would skip it if they could. Not my parents. Our talk took all afternoon and including books, pictures, discussion, and an introduction to female products for my period. The talk coincided with the start of my first period so that, more than anything, helped me over the stigma of that event. By the time the afternoon was done I knew about how to use tampons and sanitary napkins, how the man and woman’s body worked, including the sex organs, and how a bra is to be worn and how to choose one. Later, I would put those lessons to work as my breasts began to grow at an accelerated rate, which resulted in a 34C size I had to deal with.

That afternoon session left me wondering about sex and what it would feel like. But, my mother had impressed on me the values of waiting until I was eighteen. It was not that she did not trust me, she wanted me to wait so that I would be able to choose who I gave up my virginity with some degree of assurance that he would be the right person. We talked about it at length that afternoon and settled on me letting her know if I really had found the right person before eighteen. She assured me she would understand and at least give it serious consideration. The main thing she wanted was for me to be on the pill prior to that time so there was very little possibility I could get pregnant. It was not that she did not trust me, it was the boy. As I grew a little older I began to completely understand where she was coming from on that one.

My mom and dad also understood that it was entirely likely that I would do some heavy petting prior to being eighteen. They were both okay with that as long as I could restrain myself and my partner because there were limits as to how far it could be taken. Just about anything was okay as long as intercourse was not involved. I agreed and I never really had a problem with that. But, I did do a lot of petting.

My waiting period was as eventful as was possible in the sex department, with the big exception. It never seemed to be a problem for the boy as long as they were satisfied. In many cases I tried everything possible within the limitation with some of my boyfriends. This presented problems with a lot of other teenage girls and I quickly came to be known as a slut. At first this bothered me, but after talking with my parents about it I realized that these were friends not worth having. So if they could not handle how I led my life, they were not really my friends. This sometimes caused me to change my social group more than once during high school. I did not care, I would live my life they way I saw fit and to hell with people that could not handle it.

However, I did maintain a small group of friends over the whole of high school. They were always supportive and we were always a tight emek escort group.

The month before my eighteenth birthday my parents got me on the pill. I thought I would not be able to wait for that event, but when it came around I found that I had not yet met Mr. Right. Then, in March, I got asked to the senior prom by Mr. Right. His name was Jason Stewart and he was everything I was looking for. He was handsome, kind, patient, understanding, clean, and courteous. I was smitten with him and so I talked to my parents about him. They thought I should go on a couple of dates with him to confirm what I thought I knew. So I did, and he really was all those things and more. The thing that impressed me the most was that he was a virgin just like me but was waiting for the right girl for his first time. But he was also like me and not inexperienced in the heavy petting department.

We continued to date and plan the prom through March, April, and May right up to the big day. He claimed I was the right girl for him and wanted to know if he should get a hotel room for the big night. I told him to wait as I had another idea. I talked to my parents (again) and they thought it was a great idea, so on my next date I asked him if he would like to spend the big night in my bedroom. He was surprised, of course. I told him my parents would be out that night and through most of the next day and the house would be ours. He thought that would be great and would save him a lot of money. So those became our plans. We could be out as late as we wanted and have all the privacy we needed. I told him I was already on the pill so he would not even need to buy condoms.

From then until prom we tried to be as patient as possible, but it was hard, no pun intended. The afternoon of the prom my mother helped me get ready with everything. She made lots of suggestions which I mostly took. One of them was to shave my pussy hair. When I asked why, she just said that I would understand a little later on. I went ahead and did it and after I got dressed I began to understand. It was like I did not have panties on, even though I did. I felt exposed and it made me feel so sexy.

After hours of preparation, I was finally ready. The gown my mom and I picked out was so beautiful and made me look like a princess. It was a pale blue and was almost floor length. It was tight in all the right places but the skirt was wide enough for dancing. It was also low enough and cut to accentuate my breasts. It hung off one shoulder just for the corsage I was sure to get. My brunette hair was long and slightly curled so that it framed my face. My makeup was not too much, but just right and easy to remove later. I looked in the mirror with mom beside me and she told me I looked beautiful. She said Jason was really lucky and we both would have the memory of a lifetime tonight.

My parents and I talked until Jason got there to pick me up. My parents had assured me they would leave right after me to the hotel where they would spend the night and most of tomorrow. Jason got there with the corsage. He said hello to my parents, pinned me with the corsage, and we talked and took pictures before we left. He walked me to the car and opened the door for me.

I do not actually remember much about the prom. It was the usual affair with a band, seating for dinner, a dance floor, and all the usual ornaments. I was not made prom queen which was actually the way I wanted it. That kind of stuff was frivolous in my mind. Besides, Jason and I only had eyes for each other. The anticipation between us was palpable. But eventually the prom was over and we left to go back to my house.

Jason was actually able to drive to my house at a decent speed so as not to get us into a wreck. That would sure spoil our evening. He kept glancing towards me and smiling, I would return the smile and wait for him to do it again. We did not converse very much, there was no need.

Once we were at my house, I unlocked the door and turned to him. He gently pulled me into an embrace and kissed me. It was not our first kiss, but it was by far the most intimate.

“So where is your room, Sam?” he asked.

“Upstairs and to the left.”

He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my room, where he gently placed me on the bed. Then he sat beside me and leaned over to kiss me again. We stayed clothed for a while as we made out a little, kissed a little, and whispered sweet things in each others ear. Soon Jason began to kiss me in other places and I started to unbutton his shirt. The anticipation was starting to get to me.

“We should remove our own clothes. I’m not sure I can remove what you are wearing without some damage.” he said.

I smiled at that. I remembered how much trouble it was to get into it.

We both stood up and removed our clothing. We had seen each other mostly naked before, but that was usually in the car and in the dark. Here the lights were on and out bodies were on full display. When we got down to our undergarments we paused to look and appreciate each other.

“My keçiören escort God, Sam. You are beautiful. You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

“So are you. I’m glad we are together for this special night. I can’t wait to feel you in me.”

“I can’t wait to be in you. But maybe we should make out a little before we do it.”

“Okay.”

We lay on the bed in our undergarments and were soon in each others arms, holding the other and feeling the warmth of the others body. He started licking my ear lobe and kissing my neck as we held each other. He was sending shudders down my body. I wanted him so badly.

As we made out we slowly removed the rest of our clothing and soon we were naked. He already had a huge hard cock and I was making sure that it stayed that way with my hand. Jason was kissing me down my body and was soon at my clean shaven mound.

“Thank you for shaving for me. Now I can eat you up without fear of getting hair in my mouth.”

That is why mom wanted me to shave! I suddenly thanked the stars for my parents, they were the best that anyone could hope for. And as Jason began to use his tongue all around my love hole I thanked them again because it felt so amazing. He was really good at this, I knew this because this was not the first time he had done it to me. Some of the boys had been reluctant to perform cunnilingus on me, but not Jason. He always did me with enthusiasm.

Soon he had me really going and I knew I would not last long.

“You really know how to eat pussy. You are getting me closer. Just keep it up.”

He had no problem with that. He tried inserting a single finger in me and that got me even closer. As he finger fucked and licked me I was going out of my head. And then I exploded into a climax that beat anything I had experienced up until that time. I was convulsing and leaking fluid from my love hole. Jason was trying his best to slurp all of the fluid up as fast as he could. Slowly I came down and he moved up to kiss me again. He held me for a few minutes and then asked me the question I had been waiting for.

“Are you ready to do it?”

“God yes. I can’t wait to be a woman, so hurry up and make me one.”

He smiled at me and moved between my legs. He took his cock in hand and placed it against my vaginal opening, moving it up and down against the opening to get it wet.

“Ready?”

“Do it. I want to feel you in me.”

He slowly inserted his cock into me. I could feel it enter me until he hit my hymen. So far it felt great.

“Okay, I’m ready. Do it.”

He began to slowly try to punch a hole in my hymen. His pushes got harder and then I could feel him break the seal so to speak. It did hurt, but not as much as I thought it would. Later, when I described it to my mom she said it was because he had taken his time and given me a climax prior to trying. That probably relaxed me so that the pain was less. In any case, Jason kept still until I told him I was ready for him to fuck me.

He took his time and was very gentle with me, but I found that after a minute of this I was really ready to be fucked.

“I’m okay Jason. You can fuck me a little faster if you want.”

He smiled at me and sped up just a little. God it was good. It was better than any imagining I had ever had about how it might feel. It really turned me on. I was so wet that his size was not a problem. He made me feel so full and his motions were so erotic. If this was what sex was like, I was hooked. I could (and did) become addicted to this feeling. I loved being fucked.

I was now concentrating on making Jason and myself cum. I wanted it to be great for him and I knew that would make it great for me.

“Fuck me, Jason. Make me cum. I want to feel your juice in my pussy. Give it to me.”

He was fucking me faster now and soon he was pumping his juice into me. I could feel it in my pussy and it was great. He continued to fuck me and in no time I was cumming too. It was an incredible orgasm that seemed to last forever. I could feel my vagina squeeze his cock over and over again and I was bucking against him as I kept cumming. When it was over he collapsed on top of me. We were both spent and laid there a long time.

As we regained our strength and he rolled off of me only to lay beside me on his side so he could hold me. I turned my head to look at him and he kissed me before I could speak.

“That was incredible.” I said.

“It was for me, too. Thank you for what you have done.”

“Believe me, it was my pleasure. I can’t think of anyone who could have been better than you. So thank you. You have given me the memory of a lifetime.”

“Me, too. I will never forget this.”

“So would you like to take a shower with me. I think I am kind of a mess.”

“Wow, that would be nice.”

“Good. Then we can try this again.”

“Really? I would really like that. I did not expect it, but I am willing if you are.”

“Of course I am. Now that we are past the virginity barrier so to speak, I want gölbaşı escort to take advantage of that all night if possible.”

“You really are something, Sam. I will fuck you as many times as I can tonight.”

I smiled at him. “That’s all I ask. Now, let’s shower before I leak all over the bed.”

I have a bathroom across the hallway from my room and we used it to shower. Of course, we played as much as we showered, exploring each others body and playfully stimulating each other. We toweled each other off and returned to the bed for more sexy time. We had sex two more times that night and once more the following morning. Jason left around two o’clock in the afternoon the next day. My parents returned home about five o’clock.

Of course they were curious and I was bubbling over wanting to tell them everything. We talked for almost an hour. They were so proud of me it was like I handed them my diploma, which I would in a few weeks. They were so glad I had a great time and that Jason was a perfect gentleman. We all hugged each other and then mom fixed a nice dinner for us. Later that night I went to bed and dreamed about sex all night. I woke up the next day (a school day) with the alarm to discover that I must have had a wet dream because I was extremely wet, and it was pussy juice, not pee.

There were only two more weeks of school for seniors and then came our graduation. Jason and I continued to see each other but during the summer we kind of fell out of touch. Oh well, I was off to college soon and it would end then in any case since he was not going to my college. But I have to admit that I still have a memory of the prom and that night that I will never forget.

I got accepted to our state college in another part of the state but that didn’t bother me or my parents. They really did trust me after I lost my virginity and knew that I could handle myself while I was away from home.

Mom and dad were not rich, but they were well enough off to afford my college tuition, books, clothes, laptop, food, and a dorm room. I did not have a car but I really did not need one where I was going. Everything was in easy walking distance. I made pretty good grades in high school and after some consideration I decided on a major of Business Administration. It was really just a general degree but dad suggested I take no classes in my major that first year so that if I changed my mind I could keep all the credits I accumulated during this first year. I thought that was a good idea so that is what I did.

When the middle of August came around my parents took me to the college dorm where I could settle in. Freshman Orientation was the following week so that was good timing. We packed up the SUV with my stuff and drove to the college. The college supplied the dorm rooms with a bed, dresser, night stand, and desk for each student. They were double rooms so I would have a roommate.

When we got there my roommate had not yet arrived. We unpacked and I chose my side of the room. When everything was put away my parents bid me goodbye after big hugs and kisses and left me to my own devices, so to speak. I had the rest of the day so I explored around the campus. My roommate arrived late in the evening of that day. I had gone to dinner and when I returned to the room she was busy trying to find room for all her stuff.

“Hello, I’m Samantha. Just call me Sam.”

“Hi, I’m Connie.”

We shook hands. She had a good grip and smiled at me.

“Having problems finding room for your stuff?”

“Yeah, I think I brought too much. I am going to have to ship some of this back home.”

“Just stack it in the corner until you figure it out. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks. I will try to find a box to put it in and get it out of here as soon as I can.”

“No problem, I understand.”

I helped her unpack as much as I could. I liked her right away. She was easy to talk to and very open. She also smiled a lot and laughed whenever she could. It was obvious she was a happy person and I was appreciative of my good luck getting a really good roommate.

After unpacking we sat on our beds getting to know each other. She had driven to college in her car. Her parents only lived about twenty miles away but the car she had would not last long making the round trip every day, so she opted to live in the dormitory. But her parents were within easy driving distance and I could tell she appreciated that. Connie having a car was a big plus for me as I could probably get a ride with her to any place I really needed to go. But I did not think that would happen very often.

We talked about the usual things women do, plus some things most women usually do not discuss. Again I could tell she was really open about her feelings and attitudes. After an hour of talking she confessed that she preferred women over men but was not exclusive about either. If she liked the person and they got along, she might have sex with them, be they male or female. I told her about my sexual experience (one boy) and told her I was excited about college because it would open up a lot of sexual possibilities for me. I also told her that I was open to women as well but that I had no experience with them in a sexual way. She assured me that would happen if I was open to it. And as for boys, college was the right place to be.

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Although I hadn’t really been thinking about buying another house so soon after my divorce, there was a place for sale that kept catching my eye every morning as I drove to work. It was a fixer-upper, but had loads of charm and I began wondering if it was just what I needed to keep my hands, and my mind, busy. I slowed down enough one morning to scribble down the agents info listed on the sign out front and gave him a call later that afternoon.

Well, Joe sounded like your typical retired curmudgeon-turned-realtor, but after he rattled on about his hectic schedule and gave me his pitch on the house I set up a time to view it that evening.

The house looked so welcoming as I rolled up on it after work that day. The sun was setting earlier now as fall set in and the crisp air filled my lungs as I exiting my car and strolled across the lawn. As I approached the front door I could see it was slightly ajar. I figured Joe was just inside but I decided I’d better knock first. The door quickly swung open after my light rap on it and I nearly fell off the porch as I was greeted by a beautiful young woman. Quite a departure from the crusty old man I was expecting to find.

She thrust her card into my hand and explained that she was Joe’s associate, Cari. And with her bubbly personality and smart new suit she just reeked of the eager new Realtor. Joe had been tied up with some clients and had asked her to meet with me, she explained. She asked if this was OK as she invited me in and shook my hand. Of course I didn’t mind I said, the feel of her assertive handshake and her soft sweaty palm pressed against mine making me forget all about Joe.

Now in the light in the middle of the living room I noticed a sexy red tint in her dark hair. And how it was set off by the green in her conservative, yet sexy green suit. The well tailored outfit hugging her in just the right places. The skirt short enough to get my attention by showing off her stockinged thighs without looking cheap.

We started to move through the house. I immediately felt at ease with her as she ushered me from room to room pointing out all the finer details.. her hand sometimes lingering over my back as we passed down a hall or through a door way. The house had been vacated by the current owners, but was still filled with some larger pieces of furniture. So it looked sparse and neat, yet still lived in.

Standing in the kitchen I watched as she pressed herself against the countertop. Reaching up to open one of the higher cabinets, her top raised enough to give me a glimpse of her trim exposed waist. My eyes became fixed on her full round ass… the skirt stretching beautifully around the curves.

I was awakened from my daydream when I heard her direct a loud “ahem” my way. Realizing I had been caught staring like an old man leering at little girls in the park I slowly looked up. I was expecting to be admonished from the house but was instead greeted by a wink and a seductive grin. “I was pointing out the new hardware on these cabinets, but I see you might be more interested in something else” she said with a giggle.

My face was surely as red as a beet at this point and I was speechless. She broke the awkwardness by suggesting we take a look at the rest of the house. The seduction seemingly continued as she guided me into the master bedroom on the first floor. She opened the large, walk-in closet and leaned in. She beckoned me over and I stood close to her, peering in with her. I felt her arm slip around me as we admired ankara escort bayan the spaciousness of the closet. I took her cue and placed my hand on her back.

She slipped in front of me and leaned her head back on my shoulder. Her ass wiggling ever so gently against my crotch. My hand circling her waist, drawing her closer. Her

head tilted to the right exposing her succulent neck to my lips. A quiet moan escaped her as I began kissing, nibbling on her. She pressed back tighter to me as my hands moved up and down over her chest, my hand floating over her more than ample breasts.

Turning her head… her soft full lips finding mine. Such hungry urgent kisses. My fingers fumbling with the buttons on her top. My heart pounding so hard I knew she could feel it. I was waiting for her to tell me to stop as I worked one button free after another, but her passionate whispers only encouraged me further. Something about being in a strange house with such a seductive woman had really lit my fire. And at this point I could think of nothing other than how badly I wanted to take her right there in these other peoples bedroom.

I felt her tongue force its way into my mouth as I undid the last button. Another sign for me to continue… I could tell the sensual energy was building between us to even greater levels. The desire.. the want… the need. I pulled the green jacket back off her shoulders. I dragged my lips from hers, leaving her gasping as I kissed down her neck and onto her bare shoulder. Letting the jacket fall to the floor… my hands moving up to caress those prominent breasts… just the thin fabric of her lacy bra separating her swollen nipples from my teasing fingers.

As I filled my palms with her firm, round breasts I could feel her reaching back between us.. her hand roaming lower. She quickly found the swelling beneath my jeans and gave it a good squeeze. My mind flashed back to the handshake she greeted me with at the door… and I couldn’t help but be delighted that my sexy new Realtor was now gripping my cock.

While her fingers began to fumble with my zipper I slipped the thin bra straps from her shoulders… leaving them bare for my lips to caress. Peeling the lace from her breasts.. exposing her awakened nipples to teasing fingertips. Her quiet moans breaking the silence of the nearly empty house.

As she worked me free of my constraining pants she began to turn. Facing me.. her lips meeting mine in another explosive kiss. Our tongues pushing deep into each others mouths… seeming to beg for just a little bit more. My hands on her hips.. her lower back.. tugging at her skirt. She loosens her grasp on my now fully erect cock and slides her hands up to my chest. Our deep kiss is quickly interrupted as she gives me a hard, unexpected push… I fall back onto her clients bed with a bounce.

She stands above me… giving her ass a sexy wiggle as she drops her tight green skirt to the floor. An evil grin on her face as she looks down at my cock standing tall and ready.

I return her smile as she slithers onto the bed with me. I swear my cock continued to grow as I became even more aware of my new friend’s aggressiveness. I could feel her breasts gliding ever so lightly up my thighs as she positioned herself between my legs. Gripping my cock near the thick base, her eyes meeting mine. With a giggle she asks.. “so how do you like the bedroom”?.. her hand now gliding up and down my shaft.

Before I could breath out an answer she took me in her demetevler escort mouth… sinking all the way down over my cock… swallowing every inch in one motion. Her warm, wet mouth consuming me.. all I could manage was a long deep moan in response.. as she slowly pulled her lips from my throbbing member she asked again..”yes, you like it”? Looking up at me… her tongue wagging against the underside of my head as she waited for my answer. “Oh my god, yes” I moaned out.. “I love it”

Satisfied with my reply, she lowered her soft mouth over me again. Long slow strokes developing into quick hungry sucks. Her hand pumping me as her lips moved up and down my pulsing shaft. I came so close to unloading right there as I watched her fresh, young face bobbing over my lap… eagerly filling her mouth with my cock. She sensed my arousal and slowed her pace… prolonging the pleasure.

I let my fingers tangle in her tousled hair as she lavished my balls with tantalizing passes of her tongue… looking down across the horizon of her raised ass… her tiny panties hugging the curve of each cheek.

I let my fingers glide through her silky hair and onto her shoulders as I sat up and leaned to the side. My hands slide down her sexy back while she continued to cover me with licks and kisses. Reaching almost as far as I could from that position I pushed the elastic string waist of her panties off one hip… then the other. My fingers trailing across her milky skin… admiring how smooth and soft it was. My heart began to pound once again as I realized I was removing the panties of a sexy young woman in a strangers bedroom.

I pushed the fabric off her ass.. she lifted her mouth from me… her hands joining mine… urgently removing her well moistened undies. As we freed her of her panties she pushed me down to the bed once again… quickly moving over top of me.. positioning herself above my face. I welcomed her assertive behavior.. she left no questions as to what she wanted from me. I was being seduced by this much younger woman… I was loving it. Her talents far exceeded her years and I was quick to fall under her spell.

She thrust her hips even closer to my face and pushed her fingers through my hair.. urging me closer. My hands on her ass… my tongue reaching out. Her sweet scent drawing me in… wanting to taste. Those luscious, pink lips just an inch from my mouth. Swollen, glistening.. the tip of my tongue begins to trace around them. My grip on her ass cheeks tightening… those delicious juices flowing across my lips as I press closer. Her smooth pussy sliding over my mouth

As she bore down on me the weight of her body pressed her freshly shaved lips over my mouth. My tongue had nowhere to go but up into her hole which was sweet with her creamy nectar. I licked at it hungrily… dipping my tongue up inside as deep as I could. Her full labia nearly smothering me with their softness… her pubic bone grinding against my nose.

With one hand on head and the other reaching back to tug on my cock, she was riding my face like a girl taking her faithful stead for a gallop. Her hips moving rhythmically, giving me taste after taste of her pretty, pink pussy. Pulling her fingers from my hair.. moving to her gyrating body. The heal of her hand resting on neatly trimmed patch of hair topping her mound… her slender fingers parting her lips for me as she rose up. Exposing her swollen clit to my anxious tongue. I heard her command ‘Lick it’ through clenched esat escort teeth, but my tongue was already there… dancing over her hard little pearl peeking out from under its hood.

I could feel her stroking my cock with much more vigor as I placed my lips to her… drawing her throbbing little bud into my mouth. Her body moving erratically over me I could tell she was almost there… Craving her cum so badly now I kept up my oral attack on her clit… knowing that soon I would feel her release that warm gush of cream across my lips. With a stream of obscenities leaving her mouth between the moans of pleasure, she treated me to the sweetest river of girlcum I had ever tasted.

After covering my face with another torrential orgasm… she pulled her dripping pussy away from my lips. Quickly moving down my body.. her hand not letting go of my now aching cock. Without so much as a hesitation she positioned herself over my throbbing cock and sunk down onto it… her cum-drenched hole enveloping my engorged shaft. Her body crashing into mine as she slide me in deep with one motion.

She begin to move.. her hips moving so seductively at first.. steadying herself with her hands on my chest… feeding my cock into her pussy with long fluid movements.

Gradually picking up speed and momentum until see was once again riding me hard like an equestrian racing for the finish line. Low in the saddle… bucking against me… filling herself with my hard cock again and again. The homeowners bed banging against the wall… filling the room with sounds it hadn’t heard for quite some time. Her hands leaving my chest and moving to hers… cupping her breasts as she sat up right… not missing a beat with her thrusting hips. As I watched her squeeze her stiff pink nipples I could hold back any longer.

I was on the brink and there was no turning back. My body tensed and I moaned out…”I’m gonna….” before I could say ‘cum’ my cock was erupting, sending bursts of hot thick jizz up inside her. She slowed over me… her muscles squeezing my cock… feeling it pulse deep within. Looking up at her beauty as my hips rose, pumping the last of my load against the soft warm walls of her pussy.

Collapsing on me, exhausted, as our juices mixed to form a completely lovely, sticky mess. She looked down into my eyes and whispered as she tried to catch her breath.. “So, how do you like the house now”? “It’s perfect” I said with a laugh. “Does the bed come with the house?” I jokingly inquired

After we regained our composure we set about the task of locating our clothing. The days last light had slipped away during our romp and the house had grown dark. About the time we were nearly dressed we were startled by the sound of the front door opening. I smoothed out the slightly damp bed as she straightened her skirt and we headed down to investigate.

“Hello Joe!” Cari exclaimed as she made one last quick adjustment to her blazer.

I was surprised… Joe wasn’t the crusty old fellow I had imagined but rather a handsome, 40ish man. He shook my hand and introduced himself.

“So did my associate Cari show you everything you wanted to see her?” he asked.

“Ummmm, yes” I stammered “This house has more features than I realized!”

“I’m glad you found it interesting” he replied.

“I’m going to be tied up the next few days, but if you enjoyed working with Cari I’m sure she’d be happy to show you some more properties”

Cari responded with a quick ” Yes, I certainly would”

“Well, I cant say no to that” I responded “I’d love to see more of what’s available”

We exchanged handshakes once again and went our separate ways… househunting is going to be more enjoyable than I ever imagined I thought to myself as I headed back down the street.

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She had broken his heart again. He knew this time he would never be whole. It was one of those things similar to losing one of your senses and the lesson he took from this last time was that there’s no sense in love.

He’s at the bar. Dive away from home. He doesn’t want to run into anyone he knows. Not tonight. He’s sitting on a stool slightly off center. There are a half dozen other souls, just as broken. This had become their communal fortress of solitude long ago. Time has worn their laughter into cackles and their voices are worn in as they trade pieces of their lives with each other, aimlessly.

His back is slouched, elbows on the bar. He’s peering at the bottom shelf of liquor. The mirror behind it gives an illusion of plenty and of depth. He’s staring as if he’s given up on finding answers.

Glossy black stilettos walk into the bar. Her dress is skin tight. She’s got her leather on where she keeps her black Prada wallet. Everyone looks her way, only a couple stop and stare. It’s like this everywhere she goes through, and there’s always one or two who like to roll the dice. But it’s snake eyes tonight. She’s aware of them but doesn’t give them the time of day. It’s the one at the bar, the one that didn’t care enough to see the fuss walk in that has her attention. She knows a tormented soul when she sees one and she knows what torment can do.

She walks to the end of the bar. The bartender follows and she orders an old fashioned and the big bald man comes up saying, “Drinks on me tonight.”

“Buzz off,” she says.

Dean takes a look, and then a second look before deciding he’s in no mood to try. He knows he won’t be for a long time after this.

But he looked. He looked twice and she saw it. She takes the seat so there’s an empty stool between them. They’re both looking towards the shelves without a word between them. He knows she’s watching him even though she’s not. She knows he’s doing the same. A minute goes by. He picks up his drink and takes a sip. She glances and does the same. Another minute.

Both of them could feel each other there. The silent attention is visible by any of the other empty souls that look their way. To each other, their presence is palpable. A magnetic current emanating between them however mild.

He gives her a slight sideways nod, she looks, then he says, “Not much for company tonight.”

Her chin’s almost resting on her shoulder as she replies, “I can tell,” before turning back to her drink.

He’d have let it be at that, but her lack of denial tugs at him although he pushes it aside. He downs his drink, and taps on his glass with two fingers and the bartender obliges.

The bartender’s still holding the bottle as he turns to the girl asking, “You want another.”

A brief moment of thought before she nods her head. He makes it in the same glass with a heavier pour. “Your tab?” he asks looking to Dean.

A tired sigh. Then, “Sure.”

“Buy me a drink, now I’m obliged to talk to you,” she says running her red polished fingertip around the rim of her glass without looking at him.

“Or maybe you’re obliged to stay quiet.”

Men don’t get away with talking to her like that. At least not usually. But she’s been here before.

The world’s feeling a little lighter to Dean now. He’s looking at her through the mirrored wall. Not really looking at her but this shell she’s brought with her. She lets him. He’s starting to feel better about himself. She lets him making sure it doesn’t come up too far or she’ll leave.

He reaches into his back pocket. She pockets her wallet. He throws some bills on the table and walks towards the exit. She’s watching; feeling eyes on her and it makes her stomach turn. She flushes but no one notices under the red bar lights and it makes it run even deeper. He stops right before the exit for an instant, then walks out the door. She gets up and follows.

When she makes it out his cigarettes already lit and the little, gold colored cardboard box is open as he holds it out towards her. She takes one and their eyes meet for the first time but only for an instant. ankara escort Another flush, a slight flexing in his gut.

“Where we going?” she asks.

“Yours,” he says.

They stand apart finishing their smokes when their ride arrives.

The driver can feel it too. The smell of liquor and smoke, the silence that must remain.

They pull up. It’s a nicer place than he expected. They see each other for the first time under bright lights as they wait for the elevator. They’re just what they need.

On the ride up he asks, “Live alone?”

Her legs rub together just a bit as she’s looking ahead at the door. He’s looking at her now, but there’s no response.

“Alright,” he says with a monotone gruff in his voice.

He’s watching her now as she opens her door. They step inside.

He turns her around and pulls her in, hand on the small of her back.

She puts a hand on his chest and softly says, “Not yet.”

His eyebrows raise as he lets her go and watches her walk away. She disappears down the hallway and he stands in her living room taking it in for a moment, the tidiness of the place, the little luxuries, before he follows.

By the time he reaches her bedroom, she’s walking into her bathroom. She shuts the door behind her. Her room is pristine. There’s a vanity mirror with expensive perfumes. He tries to remember if she has a smell, but it eludes him as he sits on her bed, facing the door. He hears the toilet flush and the running water being turned off.

She struts out and stands in front of the bathroom in a wide stance and a gleam in her eye. But that’s not what catches his attention. In fact the first thing he looks at when she steps out is her hair; bunched up in two little ropes are pigtails.

He’s never liked pigtails. In fact he finds them a turn off but before the thought of leaving could finish itself she walks over to him. She looks down at him as if to size him up. His head is tilting as he looks up at her, eyebrows scrunching. There’s only the smell of cigarettes and liquor.

She’s still wearing her stilettos and she turns on her heel and walks over to the vanity. A drawer opens, the sound of wood knocking as it reaches it’s end is somewhat loud in the quiet room, though it’s somewhat muffled through drunken ears.

She pulls out a small wooden box and pulls out a mirror and a little baggie of white powder. Dean recognizes it. He’s been clean for over a year now. Then again, he’d been sober too. Little white lines are drawn on the mirror and she bends over and snorts twice.

His jaw juts then clenches as he watches her. She tilts her head back and snorts some more, plugging one nostril at a time. She hands him the straw, and he looks at her with disgust. She smiles for the first time.

She brings the mirror over and sits beside him. There’s disdain in his face as he looks down at the little mirror, the ceiling behind the reflection. Then he bends down and snorts.

She puts down the mirror and she takes his face and starts to kiss him. For a moment he just lets her. Then he kisses her back. They’re passionate deep kisses. Not quite what he was expecting.

But then his hands are all over her. Squeezing at her breasts, feeling down her waist through the thin stretchy cotton before making his way to her back and pulling down the zipper.

She pulls her arms out of the sleeves as she looks at him lustfully. She gets down on her knees and puts something in her mouth before unzipping and pulling his member out.

It’s not as stiff as he oughta be, but they both know it’s from the liquor and cocaine. Their hearts are racing as she strokes him until he’s stiff enough then she puts her lips to the head. He feels how tightly she’s pursing her lips as she glides down slowly before pulling back out. He sees there’s a condom on.

His mouth opens a little as he tilts his head. Then he smiles and so does she.

She pushes her face all the way down until there are pubes tickling her face, balls on her chin. The back of her throat is numb and she grins fiendishly. kızılay escort Her eyes are wide open looking up at him. His jaw drops when she pulls out running her tongue along the base of his shaft before she dives in again. When she pulls out she kisses there’s a slurp against his tip then she says, “You know what they’re for.”

Then there’s just the head in her mouth. Her tongue is sticking out as she looks up at him expectantly.

He has a hand on her head but still it takes a minute for it to click. A long moment before he realizes what she meant. Then he realizes what she wants. What they both want. She grabs her pigtails and starts thrusting.

The condom weakens the sensation, but for her it helps it slide down easier. As the speed increases she feels it sliding in and out of her throat, the way it makes the spittle bubble up like a plunger. She pulls back and gasps before he pulls on her hair again and continues the reaming. The sensation isn’t pleasant but she loves it all the same. She feels the wetness through her lace thong as she reaches down to touch herself.

When she pulled back, the smile was gone and mascara had run down her face. The condom was hanging off his cock a couple of inches, but he was rock hard looking at her like this. Pigtails a mess, dress hanging around her waist with her see through lace lingerie.

She yanked the condom off his dick, and put another one on with impressive speed. The semblance of a smile spread across her face as she told him, “The safeword’s ‘shadow man.’ Understand?”

His eyes were impenetrable as he looked at her and let a grin come across his own face. “No gags then?”

“How else will you hear me scream?”

They both took another line then she laid on the bed and spread her legs, sharp high heels in the air. His face was pompous as he looked down at her. She squirmed. He took his clothes off, one garment at a time as if he had all the time in the world.

He crawled towards her and got on his elbows moving her thong aside. A lick from her pussy to her clit. She shuddered then giggled.

“You here to eat sushi or fuck me?” she said.

Indignity on his face and then a chuckle. He crawled up and held himself upright, then stayed on his knees looking down at her. A hand on her throat. A stifled gasp. Then he brought his hand down across her face just hard enough to get her attention. She let out a moan looking up at him with sex in her eyes. “If I’m hungry I’ll eat.”

“Alright,” she said, “But is that all you got Mr. Shadow?”

A smile now as he reached down, gentle fingers rubbing her clit. Her breathing quickened. “Harder,” she whispered. He added pressure and picked up speed. Her moans increasing. Pressure. Louder. Then she arched her back and convulsed.

“That was easy.” He said.

“Then we’ll play harder. Now do what you came here to do.”

Holding himself, he thrust inside her. She gasped then said, “How rude,” as her body bounced up and down, breasts jiggling, still in her bra. He yanked it downwards so only one breast was cupped.

He spit on her. A gasp. A slap. “You hit like a girl.”

He kept on pumping into her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, stilettos pushing into his skin, she pulls, nearly kicking. Thrusting, in and out. In and out. He went harder and she was moaning, both of their breaths fast, little huffs on each other’s skin.

She pulled a hand back and slapped him hard across the face. He turned back and looked down at her angrily, and she met his glare. He understood and pounded harder into her, the sounds of hips striking, vocal breaths and the slush of wetness the only sounds that really mattered or existed to either of them. Panting, wetness slapping, groans of pleasure. A rhythm inside her as he fights to feel. When she saw it in his face, she reached back and slapped him again. He grunted, let out a flustered shout and hit her back, this time with fervor.

She moaned and said, “That’s more like it.”

So he hit her again, and said, “Shut the fuck up you willful slut.”

She polatlı escort grinned.

He lifted a leg and put it on his chest, biting into her calf and straddling the other; his balls rubbed against it as he slid in and out, in and out. This time her moan was more guttural with her head titled back. He put a hand on her throat and squeezed. Her face started to turn red and he picked up pace, grunting as he thrust. In and out, in and out, pigtails flopping wildly, the shoe in the air hanging on before falling off.

He grit his teeth and let go and she gasped and panted, tits rising and falling. He hunched over, face down, sucking a nipple between his lips, flicking with his tongue. Nibbling. Her back arched, pressing her breast further into his face.

He reached down. Two fingers slid in easily into the wet mess. he curved it and started pumping up and down until her breathing quickened. Faster they both went. “Yeah that’s it,” she said with her breath. A slap across her face and a streak of mascara ran down the side of her face as she groaned deep, spurts of warm liquid gushing from beneath.

He pulled out the finger and rubbed a wet hand over her face, then put his fingers in her mouth. She sucked and he reveled in the way her tongue lapped around it.

He brought over the mirror. She grinned and snorted, and he took a bump for himself, putting the mirror on the nightstand next to them.

He stood on the bed, and pulled her by her hair, and she was on her knees with a little scream, face contorted, teeth grit. He hit her face with his cock and she opened her mouth. He fucked her face like it would make her cum. A moment to pull out and for her to gasp, spittle dribbling down her face, her tits, her rumpled up dress around her waist. Her hands were fists when he shoved it back in fucking to his heart’s content.

He used her hair to push her down on the bed, face down in a throwing motion. She let out a little cry. He slapped her hard against her ass. She jumped, another cry of pain. Holding her hips he pushed into her, then with abandon pounded away as she moaned. He reached forward and grabbed her pigtails once more, pulled them back as she groaned in agony. The way she let it out was deep and painful, so he held it there inside her before pumping away.

He leaned forward. His hips cupped her ass and he felt it digging into him as he put his arm around her throat. “You like that you little whore?” he said.

Long, drawn out and bumpy she responded, “Yes.” She was on all fours fighting for breath as he leaned into her, pumping, pumping, pumping. A slap. “Yes.” Another. “Yes.” Another. “Yes, yes, yes.” Then he felt her pussy squeezing at his cock, milking as she convulsed, back already arched, the moan coming from deep in her belly, long and extended.

“Oh,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. She felt his cock pulsing, shooting spurts into the latex inside of her and she wished for that moment they were both completely naked. It was such an intense desire that she convulsed some more, shots of deep tingling sensation running through her body, wetness squeezing through every bit of tender pink skin.

He fell back onto the bed breathing hard, and she collapsed down, panting. She rolled over onto her back looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes were watering, ears ringing as she rolled onto her side gently touching herself, sucking in his softening member as they both let out little shudders.

She stopped and held onto her pussy as Dean pressed down on his cock and balls.

A brief trip to the bathroom later, she was laying back in bed as Dean started putting on his clothes. She watched him the sadness from earlier briefly exorcised along with her own demons.

He himself felt he’d be ok despite the hollowness he felt now accompanied by an itch. After he was fully dressed he walked over to the nightstand and poured himself another line. She watched him as he snorted.

“How much do I owe you?” he asked.

Her mouth opened but she stopped herself from flinching. She looked up at him and lifted her head. “It was good, what you gave me. So let’s just call it a hundred.”

Eyes locked on her he hesitated before he nodded, and pulled out a crisp bill and placed it on her nightstand. She tilted her head down, looking at the bill, nibbling on her thumbnail suppressing the urge to grin. Then he turned around and left.

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Miss Prim’s intense erotic session with David was enough to keep her fulfilled…for a few days!! Fortunately, her last coaching session with Simon, Ray, and Isaac was about to take place and Miss Prim could hardly wait! She wore no bra and her skimpiest thong for the occasion, humming and bouncing along as she climbed the steps to her 2nd floor studio.

Inside Miss Prim’s room, the three young men had gathered early to practice. Even more than the previous week, they had been in a perpetual state of arousal, trying to imagine what it would feel like as their rigid pricks explored Miss Prim’s tight buttcheeks. Ray bought a huge bottle of lube which he generously shared with his buddies. Using lube, they had all had jacked off several times per day, recreating the whole seduction scene in their minds as their hands danced on their rock hard boners. Even though Miss Prim hadn’t even entered the room yet, each man was already partially erect under his trousers…

The door opened suddenly and Miss Prim waltzed into the room. “well, hello guys, ready for our last session?”

“Yes, mam,” they all replied in unison…were they ever!!

“Then let’s practice first and see if we can make beautiful music together” she winked at the men seductively.

The first 15 minutes of the coaching proceeded without incident. Miss Prim gave the men a view of her ample titties whenever possible, delighted in seeing the front of their slacks spontaneously tent out to the maximum. After she felt they were ready for the performance next week, she stopped conducting and walked over to Isaac, who was sweating profusely.

“Ready for the contest, men?” Miss Prim smiled as she started to unbutton Isaac’s shirt.

“S-s-su-u-r-e,” they uttered in unison, too excited to speak properly.

Miss Prim continued undoing Isaac’s shirt until it dropped to the floor. Then, she quickly took off his sneakers as Ray and Simon shed their own shirts, t-shirts, ankara escort and footwear.

“Time to get more comfortable” Miss Prim opened her blouse and slid out of her short skirt.

There was a loud gasp from all three men as her enormous breasts flopped out and her brilliant blue thong was revealed.

“That’s better” Miss Prim walked over to Isaac and knelt in front of him. He moaned and muttered under his breath as Miss Prim slowly and sensuously lowered his trousers to his ankles. Isaac sported blue silk boxers that were cut shorter than usual. Miss Prim tickled his prick through the right leg of his boxers and blew hot breath through the opening.

“Oh my FRIGGIN LORD” Isaac thought he had died and went to heaven.

Miss Prim played with Isaac’s prick through his boxer shorts for one wonderful minute, then moved over to Ray. She quickly opened his brown chinos and pushed them down eagerly. Ray wore teal silk boxers that were short, tight, and mouth watering. The head and part of the shaft of his prick already poked out of the fly opening. Miss Prim tenderly jacked him off until he was fully hard, enjoying his facial grimacing and loud grunts and groans. Then she opened her mouth and took Ray’s mushroom head inside. He let out a loud moan and started to buck his hips back and forth. Miss Prim took more and more of Ray’s love muscle inside her warm mouth until she reached his balls. Then she deep throated him vigorously as he howled with lust. After a minute of intense cocksucking, Miss Prim let Ray’s wang slip out of her mouth and turned her attention to Simon whose whole body was shaking. She smiled as she unbuckled his belt and let his loose chinos fall to the floor. Simon was wearing white satin boxer shorts what were trim cut. His 8 incher was trapped in the right leg, as usual. Miss Prim pushed it toward the fly opening until she was greeted with the beautiful sight of Simon’s quivering cement ankara eve gelen escort hard dick. Without missing a beat, Miss Prim ran her tongue over his hefty balls, enjoying his screams of pleasure as she stuck her long tongue back into places Simon had never been explored. He started hyperventilating as she spontaneously deep throated him like there was no tomorrow. When Miss Prim felt Simon’s copious precum on her tongue, she knew it was time to stop. Getting up off her knees, she faced the young men and offered her best wicked smile.

“Well, looks like we have a three way tie…silk and satin really turn me on!!”

“A t-t-t-ie,” Simon couldn’t believe it.

“Yes Simon…a tie….and that means you all get to take my bum”

General pandemonium erupted as the men jumped up and down, giving each other high-fives and shouting with excitement. The men settled down as Miss Prim faced them to lower her thong. Then, she walked over to Isaac, turned so that her butt faced him, and slowly lowered her cheeks on his torpedo shaped shaft. Isaac uttered a deep groan and shut his eyes tightly. Miss Prim let out a long moan of contentment as she continued to force more of Isaac’s prick into her butt. Finally, she reached rock bottom, enjoying the feel of Isaac’s silk boxers against her asscheeks. Then, she bounced on his cock, screaming with lust in a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. Isaac let forth with a torrent of swear words as the incredible feeling of Miss Prim’s tight buttcheeks around his prick caused him to nearly faint with lust. After two minutes of intense bliss, in which Miss Prim and Isaac came close to orgasm several times, it was time to move on. Miss Prim reluctantly got off of Isaac and turned her attention to Ray. He had been masturbating furiously watching Isaac’s first ass-fuck and was more then ready to have his own turn. Miss Prim spat on Ray’s çankaya escort dick, then slowly impaled herself on the fat seven incher.

“G-G-G-O-D-D-D!!” Ray shrieked. The sensations were incredible, even better than when he had screwed Miss Prim the week before. Miss Prim screamed with delight as she rode Ray like a bucking bronco, slamming down on his balls so hard with each downstroke she could feel his silk boxers against her asscheeks. After 3 minutes of blissful screwing, Miss Prim got off Ray’s cock and faced Simon. He had been jacking himself so quickly, he almost came twice in his excitement. Miss Prim lowered herself on Simon’s penis exquisitely slowly, enjoying his long guttural moan as she impaled more and more of his fuckstick until finally she had reached his balls. Then, she bounced up and down slowly as Simon howled with lust. Miss Prim gradually quickened her tempo, giving Simon the ride of his life as his balls slapped against her bum. Simon was too excited to hold back. After about a minute of frantic screwing he knew he needed a release.

“THIS IS ITTTTTTTTTTTTT….

AUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH.”

Simon’s prick exploded in Miss Prim’s butt just as Isaac and Ray started to squirt their seed all over the screwing couple. The three mens’ orgasms were enough to bring Miss Prim over the edge.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…EEEEEEEE.”

Miss Prim let out a high pitched wail as she had the best orgasm of her entire life. Simon continued to cum in her butt a solid nine spurts before withdrawing his prick from her ass with a loud popping sound. The exhausted quartet collapsed on the floor, still not believing what had just taken place. After what seemed an eternity. Miss Prim put her thong back on and turned to the catatonic men.

“This will be our last rehearsal…but I want you all to come to an underwear party I’m having at my house next week. My sister, Miss Proper is visiting and I want her to share in all the fun I’m having”

The men were incredulous….Miss Proper? Would she be Proper? How about her tits? Would they be as full as Miss Prims’? Two buxom women were going to be beyond their wildest fantasies!

Isaac and Simon turned to Ray and grinned. “Can we borrow more of your lube?”

Ray just laughed…they were all going to need it!!

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I had just turned 18 and, when I was 16, I had learned to drive. I had purchased a used, 1965 Mercury 4-dr sedan with all power with the money I had saved after school and on weekends, working.

We had arranged for me to meet you for lunch in a quaint, very nice restaurant some 23 miles out of town. Just thinking of being with you always gave me a very hard cock, and, this day was no different. It was about 1:30 in the afternoon on this one Saturday, and, when I arrived and walked into the restaurant, I spotted you sitting in a booth in the corner of the restaurant, all alone, waiting. I was on time when I arrived there. When I walked up to the high, circular booth, I gasped, seeing you sit- ting there in a summery, cotton outfit and the first thing I noticed was, how low-cut it was. I walked over to you, leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. Every man’s eye was on you as you sat there, looking so fresh and clean, your long, red hair up, and, your intelligent, bright, green eyes sparkling. Your massive breasts stood out, and, with no strain at all, I could see your nipples through the cotton dress. I felt myself getting harder.

“Hi Hoot,” she said with a big smile. “Sit down,…won’t you?” she said, waving her arm toward the seat. I sat down and the waiter came over, looking at me. “I’ll just have some coffee,” I told him as I handed him the menu. I noticed you were having a salad and some kabasa sausages. You had one big one on the plate.

I was sitting across from you and you noticed me squirming,….being kinda fidgety. “Whassa’ matter, Hoot?” you asked slyly. “Um,…oh, nothing,” I lied. “Come on, Hoot,….what’s up?” you asked looking down at the table, which would have been at my crotch had the table not been there. Monica knew me well now. My hand moved my cock in my pants kinda quickly and you smiled when you saw my upper arm move. “Is….that monster,….giving you problems again?” you asked. “Well,…..” was all I said. “We’re going to take care of it,….this afternoon,” you said.

Monica was always very sexy around me. In fact, it was practically all we did. You jammed your fork into the sausage, raised it and slid it down between your huge tits! You lodged it into your cleavage, then, re- moved the fork. My hand, under the table, was rubbing my cock as it got harder and harder! You smiled, then, with your arms at your side, you clenched and unclenched, over and over, the muscles of your arms, which, in turn, pressed against the sides of your big breasts! In so doing, I watched, in awe, as your tits bunched up and squeezed and un- squeezed around the big sausage.

You heard me when I moaned, “Oh GOD!!!!!” and you smiled. You kept doing it over and over, saying, “THIS is what I’m going to do to you, Hoot,…in your car!” I kept staring down into your cleavage! I always marveled at how full and deep it was. The booth we were sitting in was high and in a half- circle, and, it was leather padded. Only a few people in the row of booths next to us could see us. A young couple, sitting across from us were looking, and, smiling. You slid over on the seat next to me, taking your food with you. Then I felt your hand as it went down and your fingers found and fondled my thick meat on the outside of my trousers. The young couple across from us were glaring, and, their eyes widened as they watched your hand doing a dance on my crotch.

Your eyes were half-shut as your fingers played with my throbbing shaft. “Oh Hoot,…you are soooooo BIG again! I’m going to have this for dessert. Monica wants a nice, big, hot, thick, wet load of your sweet, sweet cream going down her throat!” “UH!!!!!!” I moaned as my body squirmed. The young couple across from us were agape, hardly believing what they were seeing, and, they didn’t seem to mind a bit. “Keep doing what you are doing, Monica, and, you might have to end up drinking it,….right here!” I warned. “Okay,….then,….let’s go,” you answered. You removed, seductively, the sausage from your cleavage, used a nap- kin to wipe yourself, then, we got up and left. I followed you, glaring at your broad, shapely hips as they bounced when we walked. I got to the cashier and paid the check, then, we left the restaurant.

We climbed into my car, and, you directed me where to go. You were sitting right next to me as I drove, your hand down between my legs, fond- ling and rubbing my big, hard cock! I drove about 4 miles and we ended up in a park. You told me to pull over on a patch of grass encircled by several oak trees. I did and even after we had been together several times, I was still somewhat nervous. You noticed. I shut the engine down and, right away, your arm went up around my neck and you pulled my head over and down and we kissed hotly! Now your hand really danced on my straining prick! My left hand went to the side of your massive, big, right tit and I rubbed the side of it. Meanwhile, your hand had gone to my belt buckle and after you undid it, you pulled my zipper down. I kicked off my loafers and urged you over to the passenger side. You slid over and you watched as I lifted escort bayan my hips and slid my trousers and shorts down my legs. “Now,….straddle me, Hoot!” you said, rather anxiously.

I lifted a leg after moving over close to you, and, put my knee down so that it was next to your right thigh. Now, with my knees on both sides of you, my cock pulsed as it stood up tall. “My, my,…look at how it wants some attention, Hoot!” you observed. I rested the underside of my length against your belly, and, you looked down, seeing the large, open tip poised just under your cleavage. I reached and pulled on the spaghetti straps holding your dress and when I slid them down your arms, the top of your cotton dress fell to your waist, revealing those tremendous, full tits, with large aureoles and nipples getting larger and harder. I felt the flat of your hands go on my hips, and, you guided me as I rolled them and felt the large, open tip begin to slide up and against your cleavage! As I continued to roll them, we both looked and the big tip was spreading, spreading, spreading, your huge tits apart, and, I hissed as it slid up the heart of your cleavage!

“Oh yes, Hoot! Your cock always feels sooooooo good fucking these big tits! Soooooo HOT and MEATY!!! Are your balls filling with all that sweet liquid, baby?” you asked. “Yes,….they have been ever since I left town,” I answered. “Good! I want them nice and full when you explode,” you said. “Now, fuck these big tits, Hoot! FUCK THEM!!!!!” I began to pump my hips, feeling the full length and breadth of your meaty, huge tits, and, I groaned aloud! I had to bend my head to clear the headliner, but, I could look down and see the large tip, at first, disappear from view, then, reappear, as I slid my cock up, up, up! I could see the large hole in the tip and it was filling up with pre-cum! Then, I felt your tongue slide in it, and, you scooped out what was there. “GOD!!! It tastes soooooo fuckin’ good, Hoot! I could suck your cock and eat your cum all day!!!!” Over and over, more and more, you pressed the flat of your hands against the sides of your breasts, folding them, easily, around my cock! I am VERY thick, but, your 55hh’s could easily accomodate my girth! I was to learn with the passage of time, that in order for me to tit-fuck in the manner that truly turned me on and made me shoot record-breaking explosions, a woman with a minimum of 40DD’s would be able to fold her tits…..completely….around my shaft, nipple- to-nipple! Any ladies smaller then that, would have a difficult time trying to encompass….completely….my cock!

Slowly, without rushing, I pumped,…and, both of us could hear the sides of my shaft, along my complete length, being massaged by the in- side of your breasts! An occasional ‘Oh!’ could be heard as both of us responded to this most pleasureable act! As I pumped up, you brought your tits down….and, when I rolled my hips back and down, you brought your tits up, making sure your entire cleavage came into contact with all my cock! The sensations weren’t as great as when we were on your bed doing this, but, they were strong enough to have me spurt an unbelievable load! I was surprised when you released your breast with one hand and you brought it down, raising the lower part of your cotton dress! Then, I gasped when I saw you fill your hand with part of the half-slip you had worn. It was truly amazing,….you are one of those ladies whose tits are so large, you didn’t have to hold your breast around my cock as it did it on it’s own! When you did do it, it was only to intensify the effect it had on me to make me shoot a lot,….I mean,…a LOT of thick, hot cum!

“C’MON, HOOT! FUCK THESE TITS! FUCK THEM!!! FUCK THEM HARD!!! I NEED THAT HOT DESSERT!” you screamed out! I put my hands on the top of the seat supporting your back, and, with great effort, I drove my hard cock, brutally, between your tits! “GOOD, HOOT! WONDERFUL! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TITS SHOULD BE FUCKED!” you observed. I loved the incentive you always seemed to give me, no mat- ter what we were doing. Up,….down,….up,….down,….up,….down,….over and over and over! It was pure Heaven as you looked down watching the big, open tip come into view when it spread the heart of your cleavage apart, and, slid up, your tongue out and ready! A little higher I pumped, and, soon, I could feel the tip of your tongue dart into the large hole, searching out, then scooping any pre-cum there! “OH!” I moaned again, and, you loved it!

The car rocked from our efforts as I looked down, marveling at how my thick shaft spread, far apart, your tits, as it came up, your lovely head bent forward, tongue out and ready to dip into the hole when it reached you! Your big tits,….easily,….folded around me even though I am VERY, VERY thick, with room to spare! I knew breast-balling you would be one of the greatest, if not,….the,….greatest tit-fuck I would experience in a lifetime!

Again and again, your silk-filled hand fondled my huge balls, and, I could feel them filling, rapidly, to over-flowing! dikmen escort “OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” I hollered, again and again, as your silk-filled hand danced on my balls! “CUM FOR MONICA!!! CUM FOR ME, HOOT! SHOOT ALL THAT HOT SPUNK RIGHT IN MONICA’S HUNGRY MOUTH!!!!!” I leaned my upper body back while still supporting myself with my knees at your sides, so, I could get a better look! “C’MON, HOOT! C’MON!!!!!! FUCK MY TITS AND MOUTH!!!!!! FUCK THEM BOTH, HOOT!!!! YOU HAVE ENOUGH TO DO IT!!!! FUCK THEM HARD!!!!!!!” you hollered, prompting me to put more effort into it! I rolled my hips down and back, and, we both watched the large tip slide down your cleav- age as it disappeared, your huge tits folding together where it had been, then, reappearing again when it slid below the bottom of your cleav- age! Faster, your silk-filled hand diddled and fondled my balls! “C’MON, HOOT!!!!! C’MON!!!!! YOUR BALLS ARE BIG, FULL AND HEAVY!!! YOU ARE READY TO GIVE ME THAT DESSERT!!!!!!”

I abandoned all attempts to prolong this and hold back my explosion and pumped for all I was worth! At one point, when the tip slid far, far, up your tits, your lovely mouth, gaping, was able to fold around the sides of the tip and take it in! But, when my hips settled back down on you, I felt it leave your hot, sucking mouth momentarily, only, to have it re-insert into your mouth on the following upstroke! Also, at one point, when the tip was firmly in your mouth, my hips went back down, but, that time, you bent your head and followed it so your lips and mouth could stay attached to it!!!! The way your tongue was digging into the hole, I knew you were going to spark a monumental climax!

The flat of my hands rolled in circles all over your head and hair as the tingle in my balls began to reach a crescendo!!!! So erotically, your gaping mouth pulled on me, your tongue always active, digging out pre-cum in the large hole in the tip,…your silk-filled hand now didd- ling and rubbing and shaking my ready-to-burst big balls! Your massive, hot tits….constantly…..in contact with my full length! “CUM FOR MONICA! CUM FOR MONICA, HOOT! MY MOUTH AND THROAT AND STOMACH….ARE READY!!!” you hollered out and the next time your lips and mouth folded around me, and, we both heard your mouth….sucking…. and, your tongue,….licking,….I let go!!!

It was tremendous, and, it caught you off guard as the first release bolted to the back of your throat, almost making you gag, but, you re- covered quickly and continued to pull the abundant hot cream from my emptying balls! “UHHHH!!!! YIIIII!!!!…..AAARRRRGGHHHHH!!!!!….UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!” came out of me each time my balls released a huge, thick string of sweet cum!!!

‘Gulp,…gulp,…suck,….gulp,….suck….gulp….’ we both could hear as you were working so hard to swallow all of it! You never could, but, you sure had a knack for making me release record amounts of gism! After some 30 seconds, I backed off,….between spurts,…pulling my shaft back away from your mouth, but, instinctively, you grabbed it with your hands and directed the remaining sprays of the baby-making fluid! You aimed it, and, you gasped when a thick string of cum leaped from the big tip and landed on your nipple! You moved my cock and the next release landed on your other nipple! Then, you alternated by let- ting the remaining sprays fall all over the meat of your breasts!

“AHHHHHHH,….THAT’S SOOOOOO FUCKIN’ HOT!!!! SOOOO FUCKIN’ HOT!!!!” you hollered out and your hand pulled and pulled my cock, your other hand, silk-filled, rubbed my balls as you worked to get every drop! I shot and shot! So much, in fact, my balls hurt! After you had completely drained me, I moved so that I was sitting on the bench seat next to you while you bent your head and lifted your tits and licked, sucked, and, drank every ounce of cum that you could off of them! “AHHHHHH,….sweet nectar!!!” you said as you smacked your lips! My shaft was still standing up tall as the hurt in my balls receded. You looked over at me, smiling, then, your eyes went down, and, you commented, “God,…look how hard your cock is! It is like you never came!” you observed. “Hoot? I want it in my ass now!” you said with finality. You raised up and I shifted in the seat so that you were above me. You lowered your head and you kissed me sensuously! My heart pounded as I always found it hard to believe I was with you. With your knees straddling my hips, as we kissed, I felt your hand as you moved it to the rear of you and I felt your fingers slip around my girth! “Lubricate my ass, good, Hoot!” you said, and, with that, I felt you maneuver the big, open tip against your pussy lips! You worked it around, in circles, letting just the tip enter you and I could feel your juices flowing!

“Ahhhhh,….that’s it! Get it nice and wet, baby!” and, for sure, it was dripping! You raised up a little and the tip came out of you! Then, you moved it back, and, you rolled your hips forward, and, I felt the tip press against your small, tight nether ankara otele gelen escort hole! My arms were around you and my hands down on your ass cheeks! Your hand continued to move the tip, and, you exerted some pressure and I felt your rear hole begin to give way! I felt the big tip, soaked with your juices, slip into you! It was Heaven!

“OOOOHHHHHHHHHH,…..AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” you groaned! “Sooooo big! Soooooo BIG!!! GOD!!!!” you hollered out! You rolled your hips and my shaft began to enter your bowel! “THAT’S IT, HOOT!!! THAT’S IT!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!! FUCK IT!!!!!” you screamed, and, gradually, inch by inch, my thick cock moved up into you! “I….I,….I,…want it all, Hoot!!!! All….of….it!!!!” you said, and, with each word spoken, you took more and more of me! My hands pressed your ass cheeks, and, your luscious ass came down, down, down! I felt your bowel engulf my thickness and I could feel the big tip start to move up into you! “GOOD GOD!!! FEELS LIKE A DAMN TELEPHONE POLE!! SOOOO BIG!!!!!” you moaned out! “I swear, Hoot,…you will rip me apart!” you saw fit to mention. “No, baby! No!!!” I assured you!

You moved your other hand to your cunt and I saw your arm wiggle as you rubbed your clit! Faster, faster,…your hand moved, and, I knew you were starting to get close to an explosion! With about half of me in you,….suddenly,….raising your leg, you spun on me and faced the dashboard! I had a grip of your hips and I helped you raise and lower yourself on me! In,….out! In,…out!!! In,…out!! And, up,…down,….up,…down,….up,…down,…your ass moved on me until almost all of me was in you now! “SOOOOOO FUCKIN’ BIG!!!!! GOD!!!! YOU ARE SOOOO FUCKIN’ BIG, HOOT!” you moaned, and, we quickened our pace, the car now starting to rock! You unbent your knees and placed your feet on the floorboard! Now, you had better control and you raised and lowered yourself, constantly, not stopping! I moved my arms and hands, placing my hands around you and on your massive tits! I fondled them, and tweaked your nipples while your ass hole continued to slide down and up my throbbing shaft!

Your fingers moved rapidly against your clit, and, you had sunk one of them in your depths, feeling your juices all around it! “I’M,….I’M,….I’M,….OH GOD!!!! I’M…GONNA,…CUM, HOOT!!!!! SOON!!!!!” you shouted out! Up,…down,….up,….down,…..up,….down,….your body moved on me! I could feel the walls of your bowel all around the entire length of my shaft as I pumped up and your body came down….your fingers moving, faster and faster against your clit! You marveled at how tight your pussy was with my cock in your ass… knowing how it pressed against the small piece of flesh separating both holes,….and, you could feel part of my length with your finger as it pushed against the small snap of flesh!

“UH! UH! UH! UH!” you groaned, over and over, each time my shaft went up, filling you! “GOD, HOOT! HOW YOU FILL ME!! EVEN IN MY ASS! KEEEEE-RIST!!!!!” “Cum, baby! Cum for Hoot!” I hollered. “OOOHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!….MONICA’S CUNT IS GOING TO SPRAY!!! MONICA’S CUNT IS GOING TO SPRAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!” you screamed and with that, your body shivered rapidly, then, you held still as the sensations shooting through your body overwhelmed you! Oh, how you wiggled after that, making sure all of me was in you! I continued to tweak your nipple with one hand while I moved the other one down to your pussy and slid it inside of you, and, it immediately, was soaked with your juices as I could,,,,feel….you cuming! You always did shoot like a man, and, your juices….poured…..out of you, running down to part of my balls, then, on the seat!!!

“OHHHHHH,….YOU LOVELY FUCKER, HOOT! YOU GRAND FUCKER!!!! HOW MY HOOT LOVES TO FUCK!!!!!” you shouted out as you began to recede from the high your climax gave you! “YES!!!! I LOVE FUCKING YOU, MONICA! I NEVER TIRE OF FUCKING MY MONICA!!!” I shouted back! You raised your leg and spun back around, facing me! Immediately, I attached my lips to your big tit and sucked it! I put both hands around it, marveling at how large and full it was! I latched onto your hard nipple and sucked and licked it! I bit on it a little and the pain, turning to pleasure, excited you! I brought my other hand around to your chest, putting it on your other tit and I played and rubbed it,….tweaking your nipple with my fingers! I alternated be- tween sucking one tit, then, the other,….tweaking one nipple, then the other as you rode up and down on me, my big cock, buried in your exquisite ass, feeling better and better and better!

Harder,….faster,….I moved your hips up and down on me, allow- ing my cock to move it’s full length, in and out of you! “UH! UH! WANT MY CUM, BABY? DOES MONICA WANT HOOT’S CUM ALL IN HER ASS?” I asked, and, your words, with labored breathing, repeated themselves,…..”YES!!! YES!!!! YES!!!!!” you said over and over! So, full bore, I pumped,…riding your body up and down me! Then, the very strong tingle in my balls signaled an explosion! “HOLD ON, MONICA! HOLD ON BABY!!! HOOT IS GONNA….CUM!!!!!” I warned and I knew you would relish it! I rocked you on me,…I cork- screwed my cock in your ass,…rotating your hips in circles as I brought you down and up on me! “AARRRRGGGHHHHH,….OOOHHHHHH……YIIIIIIIII!!!!” you squealed as you knew your entire bowel would fill, any second, with my thick gism!

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