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Jamey and I were having lunch in the cafeteria. My divorce decree had been signed the day before and it was a relief for it to be over. Then we started talking about men. I had been married for 10 years and never cheated on my ex, even during the divorce proceedings, my attorney recommended against dating. I followed her advice and we came out pretty good. It had been a lot of years and I didn’t know how to go about getting back into the dating habit.

The girl from the next table stopped over and said, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I did overhear part of your conversation. I have a friend that goes to the Holiday Inn every Wednesday night. They have dancing and it draws a pretty good crowd, some nice, some jerks. Why don’t you try it and see what happens. I’ll tell my friend to look for you.”

I raised some protest and then the lady said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained. My friend is kind and gentle and the kind of person that will care about you and how to make you happy rather than the other way around. Anyway, I won’t tell you anything about my friend and just see what happens.”

Jamey and I talked about this through lunch without much resolution, About 20 minutes before quitting, Jamey gave me a call, “We are going shopping after work, so just be ready”. Jamey took me to the mall and we went to Victoria’s Secret. I bought a bra, panties, garter and nylons. Then we went over to Lord and Taylor’s and bought a simple black dress, short sleeves modest vee neck and hit about mid thigh, then we bought a pair of black sandals with spike heels. We finished by buying new nail polish, lipstick and perfume.

When Wednesday came, I again saw the girl in the cafeteria, she asked if I was going that night and I replied that I was. She smiled and said; “Great, 9:30 or so would be a good time to arrive.” After work I went home, took another bath and tried to relax before getting ready to go. Relaxing was not part of the mix.

The place was starting to fill up when I arrived, but there was a high table that I was able to get. I ordered a drink and listened to the music. It didn’t take long before men starting hitting on me. Most were businessmen or salesmen, married men on the road looking for a quickie. There was one young man in etiler escort a three-piece pin striped suit sitting alone that had been watching me since I arrived.

A slow song was played; he stood up motioned to the dance floor, made a pleading gesture with his hands and looked at me. I excused myself from the salesman of the minute and met the young man at the dance floor. He held me firmly but at a distance as we began to dance, by the third song, I had snuggled into his arms, leaning against him. I had told him my life story in two short songs and he comforted me and all I knew about him was his name was Chris.

The third song ended and he led me to his table. We each had a drink and talked, mostly about me. Chris was tall, thin and very good-looking, even pretty. His face was delicate, he had big eyes and long lashes. His hands were soft with long slender fingers and well manicured nails. He was good looking in a Michael Jackson kind of way. Then Chris said, “You need someone to make you feel good, to be tender and kind and to be devoted to just you and your pleasures. I have a room upstairs, I’d like to take you up and make love to you, make you realize how pretty and special you really are.”

I wasn’t sure just what I wanted and another slow song was being played and I asked him to dance with me. He held me gently in his arms, whispering in my ear as I relaxed against him. I moved my body tighter against his and could feel his organ lying against his body. Chris was softly singing the song, his voice throaty and sexy and his breath at my ear. My body was reacting to his touch, his voice, even his smell. By puppies were up and hard and my panties were damp. I wanted laid desperately and here was a kind, gentle person, who was exciting me and also wanted me. Then I looked up at him and we kissed, softly gently, our lips meeting and our tongues exploring. The music stopped and eventually we did too. Then I asked Chris to take me to his room.

The room was spacious, Chris found a soft music station on the radio, turned the lights down and we sat on the sofa. He slid an arm around my shoulder and then he kissed me, slowly, tenderly, and our breathing increased, his lips parted eve gelen escort and my tongue was exploring his mouth. He slid his arm around me and pulled me tighter to him, I was building quickly. I then pulled back and began kissing his eyes, his nose and slid my face along his, and I felt his smooth soft skin. I kissed his ear, nibbling and licking, Chris was moaning too and I loosened his tie as I began kissing his neck.

Chris stood me up, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. Then he unhooked my bra, his hands sliding from my back around to my shoulders, then down my chest, hesitating and then cupping each breast. My nipples were hard and when he took one in is mouth, my knees buckled. Chris lifted me and lay me on the bed. As he removed his jacket, he turned off the lights, plunging us into total darkness. I could no longer see him as he lay beside me and began kissing my neck. He would kiss my neck, take a little nibble, then lick my neck. I shuddered and moaned as his tongue worked on my neck and ear, I pulled his head tighter against me. His fingers were gently rubbing and tweaking my nipple as his tongue moved down from my neck, across my shoulder and then he took my breast in his mouth.

Chris worked his lips and tongue over my mound, gently nibbling on my nipple and sucking as much of the orb as he could. His hand caressed the mound as he sucked and nibbled. Then slowly he moved from one to the other, sucking and nibbling, my nipples aching from the excitement. I quivered and writhed as his tongue moved down my tummy, stopping at the navel as he French kissed my little indentation. One hand was on each breast as he licked and sucked on my stomach, my hips grinding to meet him. Chris lay between my legs and I was thrusting my pelvis into his chest.

His hands slid to my buttocks, raising my groin to meet his eager mouth, my panties wet before he bit into them. His teeth nibbled at my mound and I nearly burst as his fingers pulled the material back and his tongue penetrated me. His teeth and tongue found my clit and I was now screaming for him to continue. His tongue licked and sucked and moved in and out, and as Chris inserted a finger, I climaxed. fatih escort I thrashed and moaned and wiggled and Chris drove his tongue deeper into me while his fingers massaged and tweaked my clit, lifting me off the bed to him, his mouth and hand increasing in tempo until I shuddered and relaxed.

After experiencing the cunnilingus performed by Chris, I realized that I had never climaxed before. I brought him up to me and we kissed gently for several seconds, my hand now resting on his hard rod. I stroked his tool through his pants and as I reached for the zipper, he stopped. “Not just yet”. Then he held me for several minutes.

Lying there I felt wanted and needed and beautiful and now I wanted to make love to Chris. I began to kiss his ear and neck as my hand moved again to the rod in his pants. Then he rolled me onto my back as he moved to the foot of the bed. Chris took my foot and began to caress it, massaging and kneading it until, I stirred at his touch. Then he kissed and sucked my toes as his hands moved up the calf, rubbing and caressing. With one foot over his shoulder he began on the other foot, with his hands quickly moving up my leg to my thigh, stopping where the nylon ended and the skin began. Then he slid his head between my thighs and I squeezed his head, his hands now on my hips. Then Chris pulled my panties off, rolled me onto my stomach and mounted me from the rear.

Slowly and gently he entered me, moving in and out, one hand caressing a breast, the other finding my pussy. Slowly he moved filling me, exciting me, and building with me. As my excitement grew, his tempo increased, again and again we would rise and he would drive me to the bed, until finally I was writhing and moaning in the throes of another orgasm. Exciting and thrilling and fulfilling, but not the dam bursting of the first. Then we lay quietly, his rod firm in me as I slowly came down to earth. Then he pulled from me and zipped up his pants.

As he gently kissed me, I rubbed his groin, the cock still hard and firm, then I realized that I had not felt the wetness of his load exploding within me. I was hurt that I had not been able to make him cum. Chris held me and told me I was beautiful and sexy, but he wanted tonight to be for just me. This was about pleasing one person, making her know she was important.

He kissed me gently, and said for me to rest. He guaranteed me that we would meet again. He said next time he wanted me to make love to him, but I needed time to be sure. This had to be about what I wanted and he was not going to rush me into anything. Then he kissed me and left.

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Lisa woke before the alarm. Bill was sleeping on his back with his usual morning wood tenting the quilt. She mused that, at 50, he seemed to have the same sex drive as he did when they were 20.

Her sleep had been restless due to sex dreams, something she had never experienced before starting her little experiment. The dreams were indistinct – similar to a dream she had once that her arms were on fire. When she awoke from that dream and took her arms out from under the quilt in the too-warm room, she had been able to go back to sleep and dream no more. The dreams she was having now-of penetration without release, of endless, teasing oral sex with the most infrequent possible touching of her aching clit-weren’t going to be quite as easy to address.

Lisa reached down and felt herself – she was, by post-menopausal standards, very wet. She was both excited and scared about the changes that were happening to her libido and response. Perhaps it was the estrogen. Perhaps it was the pressure of 30 years of repression, suddenly released. Maybe it was the combination of her resolution to change, her husband’s obvious and ardent desire for her, and servicing him without achieving her own release yesterday. Whatever the cause, she wanted-no, she needed-an orgasm this morning.

The alarm was going to ring in a couple of minutes, so Lisa turned it off. She carefully dove under the covers, found Bill’s cock, and slowly engulfed it with her mouth, making it wet as possible. Then, still under the covers, she straddled Bill and peeked her head out. Bill was looking at her with sleepy eyes.

“Morning,” he said. “That’s a nice way to wake up.”

Lisa smiled and moved her slit until it was touching the head of his wet cock. She slowly opened her flower with his cock, inching it inside until she was buried on it. Then she began to ride him, enjoying the feeling of controlling her penetration with slow, lazy movements. Seeing the look of sleepy lust on her lover’s face, she reached down and stroked his cheek. She rested on him and ground her clit into his pubis, relishing the feeling of her slowly building climax.

Lisa put her hands on Bill’s strong chest, to balance herself as she found the best angle to reach her goal. Bill reached up and stroked her hard nipples, running his fingers over the marks that he had made the other night when they had been so rough with each other. After a few more strokes, she began saying “yes, fuck yes” and came on Bill’s cock. Bill grabbed her hips and held them as he thrust into her for another minute and emptied himself into her.

Lisa gave Bill a couple of kisses on the forehead and headed to the bathroom to clean up. She donned her exercise clothes and went into the kitchen to start the coffee. As she stood waiting for the coffee to brew and putting together some fruit, Bill came up behind her, lifted her hair, and kissed her in the exquisitely sensitive part of her neck between her right ear and shoulder. After the kiss, his arms wrapped around her tightly, and she pushed against his crotch and gave a small wiggle.

They sat and ate in silence and enjoyed the peace of the morning. Their goodbye kiss was long and languid. As she drove away, Lisa reflected on how much she liked the idea that sometimes they could scratch each others’ itches without a lot of discussion, as lovers do.

When she arrived at Prime Fitness, Mel was already inside starting her squats, with Del spotting her. Lisa smiled as she saw that Mel was wearing a more revealing set of workout clothes this morning. Since Lisa’s cardio workout took longer than Mel’s, they crossed paths in the locker room as Mel was leaving, dressed for work. Mel asked if she wanted to get a quick drink after work and continue catching up, and Lisa agreed. Lisa noted that neither Dee nor Ellen were anywhere to be seen.

At work, it was fill-in Thursday. Both Shawna and Annie had the day off. Two moms of young kids, a former teller and a former loan officer at the branch across town, were working in their stead. A little after opening, Terry came into her office and showed Lisa her new dress, a short sleeved dress with a tiny sunflower print, form fitting above the waist, and flared out below. Terry was glowing when she told Lisa that Adam had insisted on a shopping trip and bought her the dress when she told him about the events of the last couple of days. It turned out that Adam was the only boy in a family with 3 girls.

“Well, we all knew he had good taste since he’s with you,” Lisa said, “But who knew that he could pick out the perfect dress.”

Terry beamed and shared the details of their shopping expedition with the excitement that only new love could bring to an otherwise prosaic trip to the mall.

After Lisa and Terry closed the branch, she met Mel at the Pirate’s Cove, a far cry from the Snug at the Stanley where she and Dee had a drink earlier in the week. Even so, they were able to snag a private booth.

After sitting down and ordering from the cocktail cevizli escort waitress, Mel began, “God, Del is really punching my buttons. The way he touches me when he’s coaching, oof. Completely professional, but also super hot. I wonder if he’d be interested in an older woman.”

“I’ve never seen any indication that he has a girlfriend, or boyfriend, if that matters to you,” Lisa added, “though I guess if you’re going to step out on Tim, maybe it’s better if both you and Del were cheating?”

Mel laughed. “I’m not the one stepping out in our relationship, Lisa. I married a bad boy, and he’s been very bad the last few years. But I’ve pretty much resigned myself to it. He still comes home to our bed every night, and we still have a good sex life. He’s a good father, keeps the house up, all that stuff.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Mel. I just about had the same situation with Bill, but as I told you, I’m making some changes that I hope will keep him from straying.”

“In my experience, what happens in the bedroom is important, but some guys just have roving eyes, and some don’t. Bill never struck me as the cheating kind, as the song goes” Mel said, as the two glasses of white wine that they had ordered arrived.

“Cheers,” Mel said, raising her glass.

“So what are you guys doing this weekend, other than a little first-time sodomy?” she asked with a sly grin.

“Bill’s taking me to Denver and we’re going to see the ballet. We’ll probably stop at a dispensary and also that sex shop you recommended. You know, the usual,” Lisa said with an ironically straight face.

“Yeah, everyone who goes to the ballet also gets high and uses sex toys,” Mel laughed. “So you had to put your ass on the line to get the ballet tickets?”

“No, Bill doesn’t even know it’s going to happen,” Lisa said as Mel arched her eyebrows in doubt. Lisa continued, “By the way, what happened to the nice soccer mom that I used to know? You never used to talk like this when we were on the sidelines watching the kids play.”

“You didn’t know me before I moved here and had the kids. I wasn’t the perfect wife and mother that you got to know – I was pretty wild, especially in college.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that. If you don’t mind, I’d like to hear a bit about what went well and what caused you tears when you were in college.”

“What went well? Having a lot of wild sex. When I got to college, I wasn’t a virgin, far from it, but I decided that I would be a cheerleader and fuck as many football players as I could. I wasn’t the only cheerleader with that goal, of course, but I was pretty successful. If you’ve seen it in a porno, I’ve probably done it. I also studied my ass off and got good grades, though I didn’t carry a heavy load for my wildest year. Then, out of the blue, I fell in love with the kicker, and spent two of the best years of my life with him. ” Mel twisted the stem of her wineglass in her hand.

“Did you feel like you just had to do some of those wild things, that if you didn’t do it then, you were missing an opportunity that would never come around again?” Lisa looked sad as she said it.

“Oh, sweetie, yes.” Mel said, sympathetically. “I was 18 years old, my whole life was ahead of me, but if I wasn’t airtight with the quarterback and his two best friends that weekend, or whatever other wild sex I wanted to have, I felt like my life would be over.”

“Airtight?” Lisa asked.

“Think about it for a minute – three guys, all at the same time,” Mel said, and laughed when she saw the light bulb go on for Lisa.

“That’s how I got hurt a few times. My dirty little mind dished up fantasies that I was too impatient to make reality, and I took some dumb risks. Like, sometimes I would pick guys who were willing but not very considerate. I had a few rough experiences, some humiliation, a couple run ins with some STIs – luckily nothing that wasn’t curable.”

Mel paused to sip her wine, and continued, “Then I met the kicker, Jordan, and he wasn’t interested in what I had to offer. I mean, he wanted to have sex with me, but only after he got to know me and we had a connection. My God, for me and how I was thinking at that time, the way he rejected me was like throwing down the gauntlet. I mean, I’d have sex with two or three guys in a day on some days, guys I hardly knew. But not Jordan. We’d go out for lunch, or just hang out on a weekend, and I’d be wearing next to nothing, being flirty as hell, trying to get in his pants, and he was asking me about my family, books and movies I liked, anything but what I liked to do in bed.”

“Finally, after I knew everything about him, including that he was a gentle soul who’d only slept with his two previous, long-term girlfriends, he actually kissed me. One kiss. It was like middle school. After that we progress to making out, to touching with our clothes on. So, now Jordan and I are, sexually, at freshman year of high school. I’m having sex with other guys, but I kept coming back to erenköy escort him for these makeout sessions. Then he said that he cared about me, that he thought he could fall in love with me, but he wanted me to commit to him if I wanted to go further.”

“God, that was hard. I mean, I was wild, but I’m also honest. We talked, a lot. The long and short of it is that I committed to him. Still, we kept taking it slow. I knew that there was something going on with his penis – it was small – but when we first got naked I realized that he had a micropenis.” Mel held up her pinky finger, “Maybe a little bigger than this, not much. I thought it would never work. I was so wrong. He was so, so good with his mouth and hands. When finally made love it was kind of an anti-climax. He was the only guy I’ve been with that I can honestly say that about. I could have been satisfied with him for life.”

Mel took a drink from her glass and said, “How did we get here, anyway? Oh, yeah, my college career. Well, to make a long story short, we had a couple of great years, until he wanted to go to grad school on the west coast, I wanted to go to med school at UNL, so we broke up. I went on a long sex bender after he left, but God did I miss him. Then I met Tim and the rest is history.”

“Do you ever regret breaking up?” Lisa asked.

“Sometimes. I was probably a little too wild for him, though once we started having sex, I can’t say I was anything but satisfied. But he was a one woman man, and he wanted me to be his one man woman. At that time, I just wasn’t ready for that. I never cheated on him when we were together, but I initiated the breakup because I knew that I would cheat on him if we were long distance.”

Mel gave Lisa a wan smile, “I guess I shared it with you because I think he was a lot like Bill. I ended up choosing the opposite with Tim, for better or worse.”

“I’ve always wondered where I would be if I hadn’t gotten pregnant with Maisie. I think what’s happened in the last couple of weeks is that I’ve decided, fuck the past. I’ll have the adventures that I’ve always thought about having. What makes me kind of sad is that Bill wanted this all along, and as soon as I opened the door, he came running through. I could have done it years ago,” Lisa looked down at the table with a sad, wistful look.

“Hey, if you had married a bad boy like Tim, and I married Jordan, we’d be sitting here with the tables turned,” Mel said.

They spent a little more time talking, then Lisa went by the store to pick up pre-made meals for her and Bill. Both she and Bill were home a little later than usual, and Lisa didn’t have a chance to change before dinner. They made their plans for the next day’s drive, and both finished packing. Once her suitcase was ready, Lisa changed into her robe and sat in the living room reading a book.

Later, near their usual bedtime, Bill came out in his pj shorts, silently took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. He took her robe off, dropped his pants, and motioned for her to get into bed. He kissed her gently and stroked her body. Then he went under the covers and began teasing her with his tongue, gently at first, with only momentary soft flicks on her clit. Lisa reached down and pushed his head into her arousal, and Bill began sucking and licking her clit. She pulled his head up and looked him in the eye, saying, “inside” and pushed his head back down. Bill began probing her with one finger, and she said “more”, as he put a second finger into her, both using a “come hither” gesture. Lisa pushed down hard on his head as she came on his fingers and mouth.

Bill crawled up to her and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss, probing his mouth and tasting herself on him. Then Bill grabbed a pillow and motioned for her to turn over. He placed the pillow under her hips, elevating her ass. Then, he hovered over her, stroking her back with his hand. Lisa gasped as he spread her ass cheeks with both hands and dove into her anus with his tongue, swabbing it in a circular motion and then stiffening his tongue to push inside her starfish, as Lisa lifted her rear to meet his penetration. She sighed as Bill moved his head away and moved his body to hover over her. She raised her hips, knowing that he was going to penetrate her and welcoming it. Bill grabbed her hips and she gasped as she felt him position his cock and enter her with the head of his penis to be sure he was where he needed to be. He filled her fully in one fluid stroke as she gave a long groan in response to his entry. Bill began slow deep strokes, enjoying her wet soft interior. After a few strokes he started pushing into her deeper and harder. Lisa moved her hands to the head of the bed to brace herself so Bill could go harder. For a few moments, the only sounds were Lisa’s gasps and Bill’s labored breathing as he went deep and hard, until he groaned and lost himself inside her for the second time that day.

Bill collapsed next to her then, after esenyurt escort a pause, slowly turned on his side and began stroking her back. Lisa looked at him, smiled and said, “You’re insatiable, Daddy. How will I be able to ever satisfy you?”

“You satisfied me tonight, baby girl. You taste so good, so fucking good.”

Lisa groaned as she got up to go to the bathroom and empty Bill’s load. She felt that he just kept giving her more every time. Bill was sleeping when she got back. This time she put her arms around her lover and said “Goodnight, Daddy.” Despite her excitement about the day to come, she quickly fell into a dreamless sleep. Friday

The alarm woke Lisa and Bill. Lisa moved to hug Bill and said, “I’m so excited for our trip.”

Bill said, “I am too, babe.”

They both got out of bed, had their coffee and breakfast, and went their respective ways. Lisa had a short upper body workout that morning, and she gave Mel, who was sweating on the treadmill, a quick wave as she headed out to open the branch. She noted that Dee was not there, again, and wondered what she was doing. Lisa assumed it was an out-of-town client and, even though she knew that Dee could take care of herself, felt a little concern about her new friend.

The morning at the bank was quiet. When she inquired about Shawna’s day off, Shawna smiled and said that Dale was back, but declined to say more, as was her new norm. Terry was wearing a shapeless dress, but Lisa was looking forward to seeing the results of her weekend thrifting expedition.

Lisa realized that she hadn’t been able to fill Annie in on Ellen’s desire to get her fellow dancers starter accounts. They talked it over for a few minutes, with Annie making some smart observations and suggestions about overcoming the obstacles to converting the women to a new bank account.

Lisa felt a little bit like a kid on the last day of school as she watched the clock, then gathered her things to walk out the door at the stroke of noon. A few minutes before she was ready to leave, a text from Maisie arrived with a link to a playlist in the music streaming service they both used. Lisa chuckled when she saw that the title was “Road Trip for a Tramp”. One of the ways Maisie and she connected was by Maisie creating playlists for music for Lisa’s workouts, and she was eager to hear what Maisie had put together for their drive.

Lisa drove home and donned her outfit for the trip. Bill had asked for sexy, so she had chosen a dobby print dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. A small tie held the dress together just below her breasts. She paired it with wedge heels, and a matching simple silver necklace and earrings.

When Bill arrived, she took a little spin and asked, “Is this what you mean by sexy?”

Bill ran his finger from her cheek down to her cleavage, touching the bow. “Yes, babe, very much.”

Lisa smiled and told him to hurry up and change. She loaded their suitcases into the truck and sat in the middle of the front bench seat waiting.

“Someone’s excited to go,” Bill said as he got into the pickup. He had changed into shorts and sandals, paired with a polo. Their drive was going to be 4-5 hours, and Lisa was planning a couple of quick stops in Denver, so dinner would be late. Bill knew this going in and he had made reservations for the late-for-them hour of 9 PM at a restaurant across from their hotel.

“I’m excited to go, and I’m excited to spend some time with you, Buddy,” Lisa said.

Once they were on the highway, Lisa cued up Maisie’s playlist. The first song “Summer Dress” by the Red House Painters, was a song that Lisa remembered Maisie playing for her once, and Lisa thought it was pretty.

Lisa put her hand on Bill’s leg and said, “Bill, I’m really grateful for this trip and everything you’ve done to turn it into a special occasion. I want it to be fun for you, too. So I’m going to make two requests. You can say no to either one. OK?”

Bill nodded.

“First, I want you to tell me what you’re thinking a little more. I love your strong, silent confidence. It’s sexy and powerful. But I started this little 30 day journey by spilling my guts, and I want you to tell me more of your thoughts,” Lisa said.

Bill replied, “I can do that, there are some things I want to talk with you about, and this trip is a good time for that. What’s the second thing?”

“So, um, this is hard for me to talk about outside the bedroom, but I need to get better at that. I would like to give you my anal virginity tomorrow night. I don’t know if I’m ready to do it – I want it to be a good experience for both of us, and I’ve been exploring that part of my body, but I wasn’t planning to do it so soon. But I really want to do it, not just to say thanks for the weekend – it’s something that a lot of women enjoy, and I know you are curious, so it’s worth exploring,” Lisa said.

Bill caressed her thigh and said, “I’m not seeing a downside for me here, but go on.”

“I think we’re both planning to have some pretty hot sex this weekend, but if you want to do this, on Saturday you need to let me run the show. You need to promise me to stop if I don’t like it, to let me tease or flirt with you all day to get us going, and just generally let me take charge,” Lisa said.

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I start with a long slow kiss that builds to a passionate furry, working my way down your body. Licking and sucking you breasts. Nibbling your nipples. Slowly making my way down your stomach. Feeling your skin under my tongue and lips. I savor that first contact with your pussy.

Sometimes the moment dictates I go straight to your clit and suck hard. Circling it with my tongue. Although my favorite is when I can start slowly at the base of your cunt and work my way up. Parting your lips as I go. Not very deeply at first. I don’t dare touch your button, not yet.

Then I move my way back down and start over. A little deeper this time. I can’t taste you, feel your wetness on the tip of my tongue. As I get to the top I lightly flick your clit, once. Then I move back to the bottom again.

One more time. Slowly, deeper. Hitting your inner folds this time. My lips make contact with yours. Wiggling my tongue back and forth as I go. Stopping at the top of you slit and plunging in as far as my tongue can go.

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You let loose, unable to breath as you cum. Filling me with your most inner nectar. Making me swallow mouthful after mouthful. I don’t want it to ever end.

You finally begin to relax and I slow my mouth and lick as much of your cum from you as I can. I know in a few moments you will be too sensitive for me to touch. I have to get it all before you push me away.

And you do. Out of breath. Incoherent ramblings as you finally relax. I move up to your face to see your eyes are glossed over. You can barely keep them open. A small smile crosses your lips. You kiss me tasting your cum on my face.

I move on top of you, you take my hard cock and slid it up and down your soaking gash. I know your ready when you stop moving me and let my head rest at your opening. I push my way in. Your so wet it’s almost effortless but you are still tight. Hot, wet, tight. Your smell fills the room. You moan as I pull back out. Pushing forward, stretching your cunt. Slipping more of my length in to you.

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I push back in harder and faster this time. Almost bottomed out. Teasing you. Building you to another orgasm.

I pull out again, this time leaving you totally empty. Replacing my cock with my mouth and fingers.

Working your g-spot, bringing you to that intense squirting orgasm you love. Watching you shake, your body tenses. Your try to fight me but I quickly drive my dick back into you.

Pounding you relentlessly. Not letting you come down.

Then I stop. You relax. I roll over waiting for you to mount me. Needing to feel you grind your pussy on me.

You gather your strength and crawl over to me. I’m on my back. You start to slide your way up my legs stopping to give me a sly look just before you pop the head of my cock in your mouth.

You can’t resist the opportunity to taste yourself on me. In my head I imagine your thinking how it would taste to clean another woman’s juice off of me. That’s another fantasy for another time.

I focus on your lips as they stretch to accommodate my girth. Watching you slowly lower you mouth onto me. I’m harder than I have ever been now. I can feel you glide you tongue over the tip. You keep eye contact with me the whole time. I can’t believe how hot and wet bizimkent escort your mouth is. Almost as nice as your pussy.

You bounce your head up and down over and over again. Stopping from time to time to swallow me. Your nose resting on my groin.

I have to stop you because I’m afraid I’ll cum to soon. I want to feel you on top of me. I pull you up and kiss you, tasting us on your lips and tongue. It’s intoxicating. I need to be inside you. As if you can read my mind I feel your hand reach between us and guide me to you dripping hole.

You lower yourself on to me. Moaning as you bottom out. Tired from our adventure you start rocking back and forth. Rubbing you clit on me. Savoring how full you are. How you can feel me touching every bit of you cunt, inside and out. You rock faster and faster, stopping to bounce up then down hard, rocking again. Your orgasm is building. It’s different from the others. It’s coming from a deeper place.

Your breathing is faster, I know it’s coming. The sounds you are making tell me it’s about to happen. I hear a ragged whisper that you’re going to cum. You can’t catch your breath. You stop moving as you begin to shake uncontrollably.

I can’t hold on, you pussy muscles are milking me. My orgasm hits. I fill you with my cum. Our juices are running out of you. Hot, creamy.

You collapse on my chest. Out of breath, exhausted. A sensation of relief, relaxation, exhaustion. Completely satiated. Our orgasms subside. You roll off of me. I lay my hand on your mound to feel the heat and wetness of our coupling.

We drift to sleep. Contented. Blissful. Anticipating the next time we fuck.

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“Hi baby, hope I didn’t wake you up” Greg’s voice sounded from her phone.

Roberta, doing her best to keep her voice steady, replied, “No, not at all, how goes the battle?”

Tim noticed the change, he quickly withdrew, stepping outside into the hallway, quietly closing the bedroom door to give her some privacy.

“It’s been a struggle, we have him out of surgery, but he’s still weak and on the critical list. I think I’d better stay here, and keep myself close by, I’ll grab a few hours of sleep on the cots in the lounge, sorry to put the end to our evening baby. Next time, I’ll make sure that I don’t get called away, leaving you without the good, hard fucking!”

Oh, if you only knew, Roberta thought, and she replied, “That’s okay baby when I married you, I knew that your work sometimes has to come first.”

“Thanks baby, you’re the greatest.”

Roberta quickly asked, “Are you as horny as I am?”

He gave a sigh, and said, “My cock is rock hard, and refusing to go down!”

“How private is that doctor’s lounge?”

“Well, the sleeping area should be pretty private, what do you have in mind?” he replied, his voice taking on a husky tone.

“How about you check it out, and if you’re alone, call me back on our landline, so I can use the headphones, that’ll leave my hands free, to do better things! Let’s have a hot phone sex session, I’ll grab my 7-inch dildo, and fuck myself silly, while you stroke your cock, and explode your load all over the place. I’ll tell you how good it feels, how my dildo is pounding my horny cunt, fucking my sweet pussy like crazy, while you stroke your stiff cock, feel the building up of a big, juicy load, and tell me how good it feels!”

His voice was a husky growl as he said, “Oh yeah baby, sounds great. I’ll call you back in 5 minutes.”

Roberta cooed, “My cunt will be hot and juicy, just for you! Talk to you then, baby!”

She broke the connection, her breathing speeding up, the wet slickness of her juices starting up again. Tim came back into the bedroom, and said, “Would that be my cue to leave?”

“No way, I’m going to do a phone sex call with my husband, I want you to watch me masturbate, right in front of you. I’m going to ram my dildo in, and dildo fuck my married cunt, while you watch. I want to see that big cock get all hard and ready again, my married cunt and my married mouth have more plans for you!”

He grinned, as Roberta got up, and led him into the master bedroom. She was aware that she was going beyond the earlier boundary of not fucking in the marriage bed, but she was way beyond caring about that tiny detail. God, she was so hot she could smell herself, she was almost dripping with desire. She took the headset and plugged it into the jack beşiktaş escort on the landline phone. Oh, this was perfect, her hands were going to be busy, and she wouldn’t have to waste a hand holding the phone to her ear. Getting the dildo out of her night table, mmmm, she could visualize it, dildo fucking herself like a wanton slut, while her lover watched the show. Three minutes later, the phone rang. Her cunt was dripping, she’d put a towel under her butt, she had a feeling her cunt was going to be a soaking mass of heat, very soon.

“Is this the number of the lady who needs to be fucked hard? The one who’s got a horny, burning cunt? The one who needs to feel a hard, eager cock exploding and squirting wildly deep inside, filling her up with a sizzling hot load of thick, juicy spunk?”

“Oh fuck, yes, I’m such a horny bitch, god I need a good hard fucking!”

“Lay back baby, just like I am. My cock is so hard, thinking about your hot, sexy body, all alone and needing a hard cock.”

Roberta felt a twinge, as she looked at Tim, his cock stiffening up rapidly.

“Oh baby,” Roberta cooed, “your cock is so hard, and my pussy is missing your cock. Tell me how hard you are, my pussy is so horny, it’s so wet, I need to stroke my pretty pussy. Tell me all about your hard cock, while I stroke my sweet pussy.”

Greg cooed huskily, “Oh baby, my cock is so hard, it’s painful. My balls have a huge load, all stored up for you. Watching you tease that hunk, then knowing that we were going to sneak out, go home and fuck wildly while he was left with a case of aching, blue balls, always makes my cock ready to explode. I’m stroking it slowly, the foreskin sliding up over the head, then down again, can you see it, baby? The tip is dripping with pre-cum, would you like to lick it, baby, lick off all that pre-cum?”

Roberta growled, her fingers stroking at her lips, teasing herself, eager to drag it out. She knew that once she got down to the hard thrust of her dildo, she would cum like crazy, in almost no time flat.

Roberta cooed huskily, “Yes, oh yes, I want all the tasty pre-cum. I want that hard cock right here, my mouth wants to suck you. Imagine that you’re here with me, right now baby. Fantasize that my lips are wrapping around your stiff cock, right now. I suck it slowly, can you feel the grip of my hot lips?”

Greg growled out, “Oh yeah baby, suck my cock!”

Roberta continued, purring huskily, “My tongue slides up and down the shaft of your hard stiff cock as my hot mouth rides your pole. I suck it, up and down, again and again. Feel the grip of my hot mouth, eager to suck every drop out of you. Stroke your cock for me baby, while I ram my cunt with my dildo.”

Before she beşyol escort could reach for her dildo, she saw Tim, his cock once again a rock-hard, 10 inches, grin at her. He stepped over, took her dildo, eager to wield it. Roberta spread her legs wide and growled with pleasure as Tim rammed it home, bottoming out the full 7 inches. He pulled it back, and rammed it home again, over and over, fucking her wildly.

Roberta growled, “Stroke your cock baby, fuck your cock with your hand. Just as you’re ready to explode, I move up over top of you. I look into your eyes as I slide my hot, wet pussy down over your thick, stiff cock. Mmmmm, oh yes, I can feel your stiff hard cock stretching open the tight walls of my pussy, can you feel the grip of my hot pussy? I slide my throbbing, fiery pussy up and down, faster and faster. Fuck me hard and fast Greg, I want it now! I want you to cum for me, stroke that stiff, rock-hard cock, my dildo is your cock, your hand is my cunt, wanting every drop, explode it, baby, fill my cunt, cum, now, oh fuck, cumming, cumming, FUUUCCCKKK!”

She heard Greg roar “Oh yeah baby, fuck, yeah YEAH!”, she imagined the hot, white geyser of cum gushing from his cock, and she went tumbling into orgasm, her body shaking, howling with pleasure as Tim expertly rammed her spasming cunt, the wet squelch of her juicy pussy being rammed adding to the sensory rush. She signaled to Tim to slow it down, as she felt her orgasm start to ebb until she was sprawled out, listening to her husband’s pants as he recovered from his orgasm. Tim slid the dildo out, then licked at her juices smeared up and down the shaft, making her pussy twang, she was ready for more.

“Hope that will help you, baby,” Roberta cooed, “until you can get the real thing!”

“Oh baby, when I get home, I’m gonna fuck you so hard!” Greg growled, “and thanks for your special sleep aid! Can’t wait to see you!” he finished, with a throaty growl.

“Looking forward that that, lover, sleep well!” Roberta said, as she looked at Tim’s pole, all ready for her, and broke the connection.

Seeing Tim’s rock hard 10 inches, ready to plunder her again, made her burn with lust. She quickly flipped herself over, and on her hands and knees, she thrust her rump up to him, urging him on.

“Oh fuck, I’m still so horny, ram my married cunt Tim, I want my married cunt split open again, bury every last inch in my married cunt, and fuck me hard and fast, until you blow another steamy load deep, fill up my married cunt with more hot sperm!”

“Oh yeah baby, right after I get to lick your tight, twitchy ass hole!” Tim growled.

Roberta’s body trembled as she felt his tongue licking closer and closer, then she let out a growl of sheer beykent escort pleasure as felt his hot, wet tongue lick the length of her ass hole. He started to run his tongue eagerly at the tight pucker, rimming her expertly, and Roberta’s body felt like she was going to fly apart, oh god, she’d never felt anything like it. A part of her mind registered that she’d have to teach Greg that trick, oh god, Tim shoved his tongue right between the tight pucker of her back door hole, it felt fucking fabulous.

She almost cried aloud as she felt his tongue leave, then she felt the hard knob end of his cock between her pussy lips. With a firm push, Tim penetrated, Roberta growled with pleasure as she was impaled, Tim pushing in, in one thrust, until his cock pressed against her cervix, bringing another growl of pleasure. He grabbed her hips, pulled back, and started to pump her, Roberta was feeling her orgasm building back up, it wasn’t taking too long at all.

“Oh fuck yeah, fuck me, Tim, my married cunt loves taking your stiff, hard cock, oh yeah baby, feels so good, oh yeah!”

Roberta could feel the rush, getting set, and all she could think about was her married cunt, taking another man’s cock, fucking her married cunt then gushing his red hot sperm into her married cunt, spraying his load into her married womb, oh god, it was making her crazy, and it sent her flying.

“Oh my fucking god, fuck, fuck, FUUUCCCKKK!”

Roberta’s voice rose up to a shriek, her orgasm made her pussy convulse crazily, clamping down hard on Tim’s cock. Tim was still building up, and he felt Roberta’s cunt, as tight as an 18-year-old virgin, gripping at his dick, eager to milk him for every drop. He continued to ride Roberta, and Roberta could feel another orgasm building up, and she howled with the joy of her second orgasm crashing into her, and she felt the 3rd one, racing at her, oh fuck, she felt Tim’s cock jerk, swelling up tight. Reaching under her, she cupped his balls, gently massaging them.

Roberta howled, “Yes, oh fuck, fill me, Tim, pump your load up my married, burning cunt, yes, yes, YES!”

She let out a shriek of pleasure as she felt the head of his cock push through her cervix, her third orgasm slammed her, and his cock erupted. She felt the beginning of his explosion deep inside, her pussy was spasming crazily, milking at him, she cried out, eager to merge herself with his hard, pulsing thrusts as his cock jetted wildly, geysering a thick load straight into her womb, her juices pouring around his cock, their cries of orgasm filling the room. He pumped into her until the last drops dribbled out, then pulled out, and sprawled next to her, breathless.

Roberta flopped down, oh fuck, she’d been used in ways that made her see fucking rainbows, my god, she felt like she been hallucinating, she’d thought the sex was great between her and Greg, sex with Tim was a whole nother level of great. She felt Tim’s body next to her, spooning against her, and she drifted in a post-orgasmic glow, ah, so good, so wonderful…

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He is such an asshole, Maritza thought to herself as she completed the last bit of filing for her boss, Mr. Bryant Richardson. But such a hottie. She had overheard her coworkers talking about him earlier in the breakroom, of how he had just ended his ten-year marriage to his high school sweetheart. Apparently, she was a mega asshole that made his life a living hell. While she empathized with him, she still found his workplace demeanor unacceptable and demeaning.

“You need to get properly fucked, Boss Man,” she spoke out loud as she filed away the last document for him.

“I don’t get fucked, darling. I do the fucking.”

Maritza’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. When she turned around and set her gaze on him, she froze and gulped. He was looking especially delicious in his navy three-piece suit, black tie, and black leather dress shoes. His forest green eyes pierced into her very soul, making her sensitive nipples harden and her clit throb incessantly. She couldn’t deny her visceral arousal to him. And when he approached her and gently caressed her tan, smooth cheek, she shivered.

“Tell me, baby girl. Would you go tell on me if I ravaged you right now?”

She firmly shook her head. “Of course not, sir.”

“Mm.” His heavy-lidded eyes scanned down her curvy, Latina body. “I’ve always coveted you, little one. Even when I was married. You are so beautiful and sexy.”

“I am?”

“Of course. I’d have to be blind to not acknowledge your beauty.”

She inhaled his masculine scent and a rush of unfiltered adrenaline coursed through her body as she slowly brought her hand to his crotch. A hiss escaped Bryant as she stroked his erect, straining cock through his slacks.

“I’m so sensitive,” he whispered. “I haven’t touched myself for two weeks.”

“You’re so big, sir.” She giggled and sweetly nuzzled his jaw with her forehead. “I want to stroke you and make you come hard. Can I do that?”

His eyes rolled back. “Fuck yes, baby doll. Stroke my big, fat cock and make me come everywhere. So much is going to come out.”

Another giggle escaped her before she gingerly kissed his neck, which was a little fuzzy, just the way she loved. Bryant quickly pulled down his zipper and pulled out his thick, veiny nine-inch cock, which had a big drop of pre-cum on the slit. Maritza moaned as she used it as lubrication and slowly began to stroke him. He shuddered when she spat on his cockhead and used her warm, slick spit to work his throbbing member.

“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “Stroke me faster, baby. Squeeze it harder.”

Maritza did as she was told. He bostancı escort was so hard yet so soft at the same time; she loved hearing the wet, slippery sounds of her little hand working up and down his big cock. With her free hand, she cupped his heavy, smooth-shaven balls and gently massed them, coaxing a sexy moan from him.

“I’m going to come.” He violently shuddered against her. “I’m going to come so hard. Fuck!”

His hips jerked against her and Maritza avidly watched as his beautiful cock spurted out strand after strand of hot, thick cum. He hissed and his knees buckled from the forceful orgasm that she so lovingly gave him. She purred and stared at the pools of cum on the floor before she gently kissed him. A moan escaped her when he placed his hands on her round ass and deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into her mouth, tasting her.

“My turn,” he growled into her ear. “Turn around, baby doll.”

She whimpered. “You’re going to make me come so hard, Daddy.”

“Mm. You promise, princess? You’re not going to fake it for me?”

“Of course not, Sir. I don’t lie.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Maritza gasped as he swiveled her around until her ass was pressed against his crotch. With his mouth still on her ear, he slowly caressed her body before he lifted her skirt and pulled aside her thong to expose her trimmed, drenched cunt. She avidly stared as his middle finger moved up and down her slit and she moaned when he growled into her ear.

“So fucking wet,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to be balls deep in this pussy and make it come hard.”

She swiveled her hips against his hand. “Choke me and call me your little slut, Sir. Please.”

He quickly wrapped his left hand around her throat and lightly choked her. Her eyes rolled back and more arousal seeped from her cunt, flooding his finger in slick warmth. Her womb throbbed painfully for release, but she denied herself the orgasm, wanting to prolong the delicious pleasure he was giving her.

“Mm, my little slut,” he whispered. “I love how fucking wet you are. Be a good girl and come for Daddy. Come for me.”

Maritza screamed his name out loud as her womb contracted and she jerked away from him before she squirted all over his hand. She whimpered and her knees buckled as she violently shook all over. Bryant growled and lightly smacked her sopping wet cunt.

“Fuck yes.” He choked her a little harder. “Squirt again for me, my little fuck doll. Drench my hand in your cum.”

Her legs violently shook and her knees buckled before she whimpered and came even harder büyükçekmece escort than before. Bryant hissed as her cum gushed out of her, creating a small pool on the floor in between her legs. She gasped when he lifted her skirt all the way up and he pressed his wet, hard cock against her drenched opening. They both stood completely still before he gently kissed her ear.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

She smiled. “Yes, Sir. Please fuck me as hard as you want. I have an IUD so you can come inside of me if you want.”

“Mm. My sexy baby doll. I’d love to fill you up.”

In one single thrust, Bryant slipped inside of her. All nine inches of his manhood nestled perfectly in her womb, and Maritza’s eyes rolled back. More arousal seeped out of her as he quickly pulled out her C-cup breasts and massaged them with his warm hands.

“Between these luscious tits and your wet, tight pussy, I’m going to come so fast.”

A strangled moan escaped her as he thrust in and out of her cunt. She leaned back against him, wanting to feel his thick cock on her sensitive G-spot. He tweaked her taut nipples between his forefinger and thumb as he thrust against her faster and faster. When he pulled her nipples and bit down on her neck, she screamed.

“Bryant!” Her body violently shook. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that. Please don’t stop.”

Bryant bit down a little harder and she saw stars as her cunt tightened around his cock and she jerked away from him. She almost fell to the floor as her cum gushed out of her for at least five seconds. He squeezed her breasts harder and growled before he slipped back into her drenched, tight hole.

“My little fuck doll. I love when you squirt all over my big, fat cock. I want you to ride me while I suck on your tits.”

Maritza almost came from his mere words. After he pulled out of her, he lied down on the hardwood floor and stared at her with so much carnal lust. She carefully straddled him and took him inch by delicious inch until he was completely inside of her. A moan escaped her when he wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to him until her breasts were on his face. He squeezed them together and sucked on her hard, erect nipples at the same time that he thrust upward. Her whole body shook in delirium as she bounced on top of him and whimpered like a cat in heat.

“Daddy!” she screamed. “I’m gonna come so hard!”

Ecstasy unfurled through her as her cunt squeezed him like a vice; her body involuntarily pulled away and she gushed all over him. Her cum drenched his cock and spilled çekmeköy escort all the way down to his heavy balls. Her body convulsed all over and it took her a full minute to regain control. When she nimbly turned around and began to ride him with her back turned to him, he gasped and shivered.

“Fuck!” He hissed. “I’m going to come, baby. Oh God.”

She made sure to milk his cock by tightening her inner muscles and she purred in approval when his thighs shook. His cock twitched before he spurted his hot seed deep inside of her. Maritza smiled as he clutched onto her hips tightly and moaned out her name. He surprised her when he pinned her down to the floor and passionately kissed her.

“My beautiful, sexy baby girl. You’re mine now. All mine.”

***

Maritza couldn’t stop smiling. She knew that it was just sex with him, and she certainly didn’t expect anything more with him, but she felt so giddy and excited. The truth was that Bryant enthralled her; he was the best lover she ever had. He even took care of her after they had their kinky, erotic session by helping her look proper again and brushing her hair. Even though she had left the office with shaky legs that were sore, she was happy. And the cum that seeped out of her cunt as she took the bus home only made it even more scintillating.

The next day was Friday. The whole office was abuzz with excitement over the weekend. Several of her coworkers were gossiping in the breakroom and Maritza’s ears perked up when she heard Bryant’s name. Apparently one of them had seen him come into the office with a grin instead of his usual frown and scowl. They all concluded that he had found a new girlfriend and she couldn’t help but blush and smile herself.

When the clock hit 9:45 AM, she entered the conference room for the weekly briefing. Maritza knew that business hadn’t been going very well lately and that was part of the reason why he was so upset lately. Excitement thrummed through her when she saw Bryant sitting at the head of the large table. Their eyes locked for a few seconds and she couldn’t help but blush as he winked and grinned at her. She tried fighting the wave of memories that assaulted her at that moment, and she wanted to keep it professional so she sat at the far end of the table so she wouldn’t distract Bryant. When he stood up and walked over to her, she stiffened and her heart hammered in her tiny chest like a jackhammer. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, which made her shiver in immediate arousal.

“I regret to inform you that the meeting has been canceled. We will reconvene on Monday morning.”

“Oh. I was not aware.”

Her entire body shook as he brought his mouth to her right ear. “That was done deliberately. You’re going to be a good girl and lean back against the wall so I can taste you. I want to taste you and drink from you. Do you have any objection to that?”

~To be continued~

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Like clockwork at 05:30pm, Shalini walked out of the school towards the parked car in which Vishal was waiting to pick her up. But today her gait was different. She had a cheerful bounce in her walk. There was a tiredness on her face contradicted by the smile of satisfaction on it with flushed cheeks. These contradictions perplexed Vishal but nonetheless he was please to watch her approach the car. Even after 10 years of marriage, Shalini was able to ignite the furnace of loins just by her looks and he never found a reason to complain about his life barring some intermittent off hand bickerings. She looked phenomenal in the peacock green saree and black blouse which complimented her fair skin. The hooked nose and sharp jawline accentuated her feminine features. Though she was not slim but she maintained herself enough to make heads turn with regular exercise.

As soon as she sat inside the car.

Vishal: hey! You look different today!

Shalini (flustered): Is it? Well… it was a regular day.

Vishal (teasingly): I bet it was!

With that Vishal started the car and started driving home. Throughout the journey he kept talking and shared about his day while asking her about her day. On the other hand Shalini, used all her energy to keep a poker face so as to not betray an iota of emotions she was feeling while trying to her best to reply in monosyllables. She wanted the journey to end so that she can keep distance between Vishal and herself and think clearly in her own space. Her reason to avoid Vishal was not the lack of love for him but at this point she did not trust herself in this state of emotional turmoil. What surprised her more was she did not have these conflicting emotions until a few hours ago. At that time she was clear on her line of action without a worry about the consequences of her actions which was quite contradictory to her nature.

As soon as they reached home, Shalini put on the home-makers hat and got working on preparing the dinner and cleaning the house simply to keep her mind occupied with the mundane things. Vishal would usually chip in to help her out with her chores but today she did not want him around at least until she had sorted her line of thought on the things that had transpired through the day. She asked him to go for his usual jog and get some groceries while returning which he happily obliged to.

The next couple of hours passed away in a blur and as soon as Vishal returned she asked him to freshen up while she set the dinner. They had a quiet dinner which was not unusual before Vishal headed for the bedroom and Shalini to the kitchen to wrap up remaining chores there and complete preparations for the next day. By the time Shalini entered their cozy bedroom Vishal was fast asleep with a book lying open on his chest. She kept the book aside, removed his glasses and laid next to him after turning off the lights.

It was in this darkness that she got the flashes of the day, especially the proximity of the third person and the rush that followed. The sound of their lips intertwined made her squirm in the bed. Somehow, Vishal’s snores were completely silenced by the sounds of the day. Was she dreaming about this? Shalini turned to see the time on her cellphone which showed it was just past midnight.

She put a halt to the chaos in her head and started to chronologically analyse the sequence of events throughout the day to add perspective to her actions.

She wasn’t unaware of the effect she had on the people around her. More often than not she enjoyed it. Those stealing of glances under the pretext of stretching the neck or the excuses men gave others and themselves to be around her or to check her out often gave her butterflies. And this mot only extended to her personal life but also in her workplace. Male teachers would often be around her like moths around source of light.

She was also aware about Dhondu’s roving eye and the lust that was evident in his eyes but he didn’t not have an inkling of the fact that he was bold enough to make a move on her. Dhondu was the school peon who appeared like a simpleton bahçeşehir escort in his mid 40s always dressed in crumbled khaki shirt and pant. He was slightly potbellied with salt and pepper unkempt hair and a stubble. His eyes were puffy probably because of the excessive drinking at his age and had a fat nose. His complexion was wheatish and was squarely built. Contrary to his looks he had shiny white dentures instead of read stained ones which is usually a norm amongst his peers.

That day as usual she was waiting after school to take extra classes, starting at 3, for the underprivileged students who couldn’t afford tuitions from the near by locality as a part of the initiative that the school had taken. However, the school authorities had forgotten to inform her that there would be no classes today and hence she was surprised when no one showed up at the prescribed time. Sitting on her chair waiting for the students to show up, she didn’t realise when she dozed off under the gentle soothing breeze of the ceiling fan over head.

Around half past three, she was awakened by the gruffly voice of Dhondu.

Dhondu: Hello! Madamji!! Wake up!!

After a pause.

Dhondu (smilingly): What happened did they not tell you that there will be no extra class till further notice? These administration people are becoming lousy that government officials. Anyways you can leave now as I want to lock the classroom.

Shalini slowly came back to her senses and assessed her surroundings. She checked her watch and decided to push off.

Shalini (smilingly): Can I wait here till I book the cab and the cab arrives? Once the cab arrives, ai will find you and tell you to lock the room. Or are you in a hurry to lock and leave?

Dhondu: Arre!! Madamji no problem! You can wait as long as you want to. I , anyways, have to wait until 5:30 for my shift to end so I can wait for you to leave and lock the room. And you dont have to take the effort to find me. I will wait right here for you to leave and then lock the room. Hope you dont mind!

Shalini noticed the spark in his eyes when he said that and decided to play along assuming it will be a harmless banter.

Shalini (while fidgeting with her phone and trying to book a cab): Dont you want to leave early and spend time with your family. I know your shift ends at 05:30pm but I dont see any one around to supervise you to notice you are leaving early. Also, I promise I wont snitch on you.

Dhondu: Madamji! My family will be happy with the fact that I am not at home. They prefer it that way and I dont mind the arrangement. Plus I am more than happy to give you company.

Shalini: My company is only for another 15-20 mins. Once my cab arrives you are on your own.

Dhondu (laughingly): Them I hope you dont get a cab till 05:30pm.

Shalini: I think your prediction is coming true. This is the 3rd cab that has cancelled. But I am hopeful I will find something soon.

Shalini took a pause and then said, “Why doesn’t your family prefer having you around?”

Dhondu (slyly): I dont want to burden you with the everyday problems of the working class.

Shalini: Ohh Dhondu! Its not a burden. I wont mind hearing you out. Plus we have nothing else to do considering the pursuit for getting a cab has been unfruitful so far.

Dhondu (smilingly): Arre Madamji! Where should I start? Let me put it this way they cannot handle my reaction and my way or coping with the banality that my life has to offer.

Shalini: You mean your drinking?

Dhondu: It is not my drinking they have a problem with. It is my behaviour after drinking that troubles them.

Shalini: Then maybe you should stop drinking. Who doesn’t have problems? All of us do. Even my husband has to overcome a lot of challenges at work on a daily basis but he doesn’t drown himself in alcohol every night. And even if he does drink, he knows to handle his drinks.

Dhondu (laughingly): I knew you wouldn’t understand. You are that typical high society madam who think our problems are simple and solvable especially bakırköy escort when you compare us with your husband.

Shalini: What do you mean?

Dhondu: What I mean is that some people are born lucky and don’t have to face difficulties in life like your husband. Though they have faced difficulties in life, they at least had circumstances in their favour to roll the dice in a manner that was favourable to them unlike the vast majority of us who spend the entire lifetime doing one thing. If monotony and banality had a face that would be mine.

Though Shalini did not completely agree with his argument, because there were millions who rose every morning to fight the circumstances irrespective of what had transpired the previous day and not bow down to them, she knew what he said had some gravitas to it. Also, unknowingly, she felt a sense of sympathy towards him.

Dhondu (continued): Even if he has so many obstacles atleast he has you and your beautiful house to come back to which I am sure he looks forward to. He has something to look forward to. What do I have? Nothing!

Shalini(sympathetically): Oh! Don’t say that. I am sure you have something worthwhile in your routine.

Dhondu (harshly): Oh there is something worthwhile in my life too! But You dont want to know about it. Plus telling you might land me in trouble and I need this job to feed my family more than the need to satiate your curiosity.

Shalini: What if I promise I won’t tell this to anyone?

Dhondu: I don’t think you have the maturity to handle it.

Shalini (irritated): What do you mean? Am I not mature enough? I am trying to have a genuine conversation only to be chided by someone like you.

Dhondu (smilingly): See this… this is what I was referring to… if you were genuinely interested you would have egged me on… instead you choose to flare up… how can I trust you with sensitive information that can land me in trouble if your reaction is so trivial.

Both sat in silence for few minutes contemplating. Shalini saw the strength in his argument ans folly in hers. Maybe the sympathy she initially felt for him had primed her to feel that way.

Finally, Shalini broke the silence.

Shalini (calmly): I am sorry for reacting that way. Would you share your story if I promise to not react negatively and keep your secret amongst us only.

Dhondu smiled again revealing his white teeth. He now had her where he wanted.

Dhondu (calmly): Only if you promise to be open minded and not react harshly.

Shalini nodded expressing her implicit agreement to his condition.

Dhondu took a deep breath and continued without looking at her.

Dhondu: The only sliver of colour in my otherwise monotonous life is when I see you walk in and walk away from these 4 walls. These moments barely for a couple of seconds fill me with hope. That the tomorrow may be brighter and that life is full of possibilities is something I feel when you come in sight! It is in these small interactions that I have with you is when I don’t feel lonely. I am forgiving of the circumstances that have plagued me all my life. But the dreariness fills me up again when you walk out of that gate, sit in the car and drive away. I curse my fate all over again watching you go. I wish I was the one driving that car and taking someone like you to a fancy place you call home. This system is rigged where a man like me can never dream of something like you.

After sharing what he had to, when Dhondu looked at her, he found her looking at him with her mouth agape clearly showing signs of shock. Dhondu expected this. No matter how receptive one says she/he will be, such sensitive information will always draw such a reaction. He just sat there waiting for her expression to change and for her to reprimand him for what he had just confessed. But when none came, he continued.

Dhondu: Look at you mocking at my misery under the garb of sympathy first and shock now. What would the society have me do now? Beg? Beg for the happiness that entitled people take for granted… başakşehir escort simply because circumstances were in their favour or because they were born in the right family or at the right time. If that is what it is like then here I am begging for you to have some mercy on me and indulge me.

Shalini was too shocked to respond and simply rushed out of the classroom to the teacher’s washroom leaving all her belongings behind including her phone. In the inertia of their conversation she had stopped booking cabs. Meanwhile, Dhondu sat there gloating at how he had confessed and not yet been reprimanded for it. Somehow he did not dread the thought her complaining about him because if she planned to would have left the building by now.

Shalini splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t perplexed at Dhondu’s confession but by her own reaction to his suggestion. She was puzzled by her own acceptance of it. Why did it feel like a natural progression to the conversation? Why was what he saying agreeable? Where had all the social norms vanished? Why did she want to submit herself to him? None of these questions appeared in her line of thoughtThe contrast in their physical traits and social standing did not matter any longer. He was not even that attractive and plus she was still happily married. But her sympathy towards him and the gap in their standing made this encounter more enticing. Plus, the monotony of her own marriage was pushing her further down the line. She wanted to walk out and submit herself but somehow she was more cognisant of her surroundings and decided to test the waters and take things slow.

She walked in the classroom again with a resolve. She looked at him squarely and asked him, “What do you want?”

Dhondu got up holding her gaze with his eyes. He gulped. His mouth ran dry realising his dream will soon be a reality if he played his cards well. With her hoarse voice, unbelievingly, he said, “You!”

With that he almost ran towards her and pushed the door of the room shut with his feet. Then he put his hand on her arms and pushed her against the wall next to the blackboard. She could feel his breath on her face. She closed her eyes as he started leaning in. She, eventually, felt his lips on hers. It took very little time for them to progress from pecks to a full blown smooch. The slurping of lips because of his sluggish kissing was the only sound in the room. Shalini, somehow, was enjoying every moment of this unbridled passion. It felt like the dam of passion had been opened. She could resonate this with a similar feeling during the early stages of marriage.

While her hands roamed over her broad shoulders and black, his hands moved to her bare waist and then sliding up towards her bosom. She felt his fingers working towards unhooking her blouse hooks. He was successful in dropping her pallu and unhooking the top two hooks of her blouse exposing the top of her lacy black bra, all the while locking her lips to his. He started kneading her tits over the fabric of her blouse and squeezing them now and then.

Shalini could feel his dick growing when tried to thrust his pelvic region. His one hand tried to lift her saree up while with the other he tried to lift her up for the penultimate act in order to seal the deal. Shalini realised his intentions and with great resolve tried to push him away but he was relentless in his efforts. Then out of nowhere here phone started ringing. She pushed him away and ran for her phone. It was her husband who called, as usual, to inform her that he will reach the school in another 15 mins.

She was a sight to behold with her disheveled hair and smudged lipstick and the unhooked blouse exposing her lacy bra. There were beads of sweat rolling down her chest and belly. Dhondu couldn’t take his eyes of her.

Shalini quickly gathered herself by hooking her blouse and adjusting her pallu. She picked up her things and started walking out of the room towards the washroom while smiling mischievously at Dhondu who returned the courtesy by smiling and adjusting his crotch.

The recalling of the day’s events had made her wet. She quietly got up and walked in to the bathroom. She pointed the jet spray towards her clit and let the water hit the most sensitive area while imagining the lines she will cross with Dhondu later and cumming hard with the mere thought of it.

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She unlocked the office door. It was getting dark.

She had invented some reason, even to herself, that she had to go there at that moment. But she knew it wasn’t the real reason.

She had been so turned on all weekend. None of it ever made sense. Maybe a certain thing he said this time. Maybe what he was wearing when she had last seen him. Maybe the way he said her name.

It didn’t take much. A touch of his hand on her back. But this time he’d moved behind her, and she was sure it was on purpose. He pushed fully against her back and squeezed her shoulders.

She felt her face get hot. Her body shivered. Physically he was an addiction that she could only indulge in the smallest of doses, because that’s all he would give her. Just enough to keep her insanely craving more, more. And because of that, the smallest touch brought out much more of a reaction.

This time it was more than she’d ever felt of him, from him, and she couldn’t shake it.

So she made up a reason. And went to the office.

And got a beer out of the fridge and sat at her desk for a while, thinking. Thinking about him. Thinking about his empty chair. His empty office. All the things he touched. Where he sat. The air he breathed. The newspapers he’d held in his hands. The pen he’d used to write something. It was the most of him she could be close to without actually being close to him.

She sat and reasoned with herself. Tried to talk herself down. Talk herself into calming. But she crossed her legs. Felt herself getting wetter. She’d been wet for days. It was maddening. She couldn’t stop it and every move was more of a turn-on when she was that way. She couldn’t ever be unaware of her pussy. It was hot and wet and reminded her of him every time she moved.

She finished the last of her beer. And gave up fighting it.

She walked into his office, getting darker by the minute. She pulled his chair out and sat down in it. She let her hands run over the arms, stroking them. She let her hips roll in the chair a little, grinding herself into it. She ran her fingers over his keyboard. Put her hands on the desk.

Back to the arms of the chair again, her hands moving back and forth over them, back and forth.

She put her head back against the back of the chair, knowing his body had been aydınlı escort there. His head had been there. She opened her legs on the chair. She closed her eyes, ran her hands up to her breasts and found her nipples. Squeezing them.

She sighed a little, moved in the seat again, moved her hands down, down. She was getting hotter. It had been so many times but it still amazed her each time. She got hot, came so fast when it came to him with virtually no effort.

She didn’t want to take anything off in his office. Just in case. But she had to press her hands, folded together, between her legs, against her clit, pressing hard, grinding herself into her hands. Her eyes were closed. She started to sigh. It was coming.

She pressed harder. She sighed louder. Her eyes closed tightly. Almost there. Almost.

Almost.

“Need some help?”

She froze. Gasped.

Froze completely. She was afraid to open her eyes, but she did. She must have been too distracted to hear the key in the door.

And saw him leaning in the doorway of his office, arms crossed. Watching.

She should have been embarrassed, but she’d gotten herself too hot to be.

“How long have you been there?” she said.

“Long enough,” he said.

She looked at his face. It was unreadable, as always. But his eyes looked different. Something was there. She looked at his mouth. Her turn-on was multiplied by one hundred.

She put her hands back on the arms of the chair, her head back, legs slightly open, still looking at him. She didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything to say. She started to blush, and covered her face with her hands.

He moved then, coming into his office, toward her. He pulled her hands away from her face.

“I’m embarrassed,” she said. And now she was.

“Don’t be,” he said.

He pulled her from the chair, sat down on it, and pulled her back onto his lap, so that her back was to his front, her legs over his on each side. She felt him, warm and strong, underneath her.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

She did, hands holding onto the arms of the chair again.

She felt his hands on her hips, squeezing, then down the outside of her thighs, over her knees, and back up the insides, pressing between her legs.

She bağdat caddesi escort moved her hands from the arms of the chair to his hips under hers and held on for the ride, and bit her lip hard, head back.

“I think you were right about here when I walked in,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh yeah,” she whispered back, and writhing, grinding her hips into his lap, she felt him getting harder as his hands pressed between her legs.

“Is that right,” he whispered.

“Yeah…oh yeah,” she said, and her breathing got faster, faster, and it was so hot to have him under her after so many nights of getting off alone in his chair, thinking about him, about his mouth, his hands, his dick, his eyes, those eyes she couldn’t look into, and his hands were moving.

They moved up now, her back fully against his chest, his hands exploring under her shirt now, and oh, it was so good. Her nipples were so sensitive, and he knew that – knew because she had told him. He was deliberate in his touch, to find them, work them through her bra first, so hard, and then pulling it down to find her naked, hard nipples, squeezing them and teasing them.

Her writhing on his lap got more intense, her legs more open, her hands tight on his hips, holding on, her sighs getting louder now, and all it took was a few seconds of relentless, rhythmic rolling of her nipples between his fingers for her to come in a whispering, shuddering way that wouldn’t stop.

“That’s it,” he whispered, and he was everywhere, in her ear, under her body, hands all over her, and he moved down now, to the top of her jeans and with liquid ease had had them open, open more, his hands, his fingers slowly moving under them, finding her, and now her whispers grew louder.

Softly moaning, mumbling, sighing as his fingers found her clit and she came within seconds of him working it, stroking it and squeezing it.

“Wow…” he said finding her wet pussy, opening her, exploring her, and she came again, and his fingers moved inside her, barely inside her.

“More…more,” she said.

And he knew, and lifted her from his lap and onto the desk, and her eyes were still half closed as he faced her now, pulling her jeans away, and she leaned back on her elbows, unable to catch her bahçelievler escort breath as his fingers found her again and slid inside her, all the way, deep and fast, and she came hard, so hard.

And her eyes opened, catching his, and she reached now for the button of his pants and he smiled as she opened it, her smile back evil and determined, focused, despite his unrelenting working of her pussy, and when she found his hard dick with her hands, stroking it, he closed his eyes.

He let her touch him only for a few seconds before moving between her legs and pushing himself deep inside her, rocking her, her whispering, urging, pleading for more, just more.

And he gave her more, harder, faster, so fast, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last. He was so turned on from catching her unaware, watching her in his chair. Taking over, feeling her grinding into his dick, making her come, feeling her nipples, her pussy, watching her in an orgasmic, confused frenzy on his desk, it was coming and there was no stopping it and neither of them cared.

When he came she was almost grateful for the release from her exploding brain – it was almost too much. He pulled her to him and held her for a few minutes before gently fixing her clothes, her eyes still unfocused but happily, dreamily smiling at him in a way that made him laugh softly.

He took her hand and put her back in his chair and touched her hair, looking at her once more.

“Are you all right?” he whispered.

She laughed at first, then let loose into a momentarily lapse of giggling, covering her face with her hands again.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he said, smiling.

She nodded behind her hands, her giggling subsiding.

He took her hands and she was able to look into his eyes.

“I’m going to go. But I’m sure glad I stopped by,” he said.

“Me too,” she whispered, head back against his chair.

“Thanks for the help,” she whispered, giggling softly again.

He put both hands on the arms of the chair to look into her eyes.

“Trust me,” he said, kissing her mouth softly, “it was my pleasure.”

He grabbed his bag and headed for the door, then turned around.

“Do me a favor?” he said.

“Anything,” she responded.

“Next time you do this, can you turn the chair toward the window?” he asked.

She blushed again.

“Uh, sure, I guess. Why?” she said.

“It’s a much better angle for the camera,” he said.

He was still smiling at her stunned laugh as he walked out into the fall night, and he reminded himself to make sure to charge the camera battery.

Soon.

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This is something I wrote purely for myself last summer and kinda uploaded on a whim. I have no actual experience of this kind of sex, but a girl can dream. Also, I have no idea how to handle criticism so you’re all obliged to be extra nice to me.

*****

I’m bored.

It’s always boring in the studio. Beats, plug-ins, overlays, melodies – it’s all a foreign language to me, and I was never very good at those. I mean, I can appreciate the end product: my boyfriend is pretty much a musical genius. But as far as behind the scenes goes – well. It’s just not my scene.

I find my mind wandering as midnight approaches. I’m lying on the sofa while he’s writing the future of EDM on his laptop. Boredom seems to have magnified my every sense, and I find myself studying his profile with an acute intensity – the strong curve of his jawline; the movement of his long, tanned fingers across the keyboard; the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes in and out, in and out. How the toning of his muscles makes his black T-shirt cling to him just a little with every inspiration. The undiluted concentration in his eyes as he stares at the screen in front of him. The little fluttering of his lips as he mutters something to himself.

It’s no good resisting.

I get up and slowly make my way over to him. He doesn’t even notice until my hands are sliding down his broad shoulders and twining across his chest.

“Hello beautiful.” He twists his head to the side and grins up at me. I don’t reply, and envelop his smile in a kiss. He tastes of spearmint, nighttime and ever so vaguely my own cunt from a few hours ago. The combination makes me moan into the warm wetness of his mouth.

He pulls back and laughs. “Not now, Jones. International hits don’t write themselves, you know.”

I can’t help it. I pout. He laughs harder and reaches up to wind a finger through my hair.

“Go to bed, baby girl. Wait for me there. I’ll only be an hour or so. Promise.”

“Oh, but DAD-dy…” I know what that word does to him. I straddle his lap in one swift movement and kiss him again, one hand running through his dark hair, tangling at the back, pulling slightly. It’s a slow, deep, long kiss – the kind where air becomes irrelevant and the only thing that matters is his mouth pressed against yours and his tongue at the back of your throat. I moan into him again and shift my ass ever so slightly – just enough to elicit a growl as I graze his dick through ataşehir escort his jeans.

“Isla. I mean it.” He breaks away again and looks me sternly in the eye.

I beam. Stern him is my favourite him.

“Mean what, Daddy?” I shuffle backwards so my hand can run across his dick, which is growing ever harder in his jeans.

“Jesus.” He lets his head loll back over the chair as I continue to stroke at his burgeoning cock and run my lips across his jawline and down his neck. I kiss the hollow at the base. I find his sweet spot and bite gently, which always makes him moan. One hand finds my ass and squeezes tight while the other knots into my hair as I continue to trace my tongue over his collarbone. God, my spit looks so good glistening on his skin.

“You’re being a very bad girl, Isla Jones. You know that?” he whispers into my hair.

“Mmm. I can’t help it. I’m sorry, Daddy,” I breathe as I bring his T-shirt over his head and shuffle backwards more so I can slide his jeans down. He is so beautiful in just his Calvin Klein boxers. His dick is straining at the fabric, so thick, so hard, so ready for me. The thought of it makes my breath catch in my throat.

“Then you also know I can’t let this go unpunished,” he says – and in one fluid move I am off his lap and on my knees on the floor while he stands over me. I gasp as he rips my blouse open and buttons scatter all over the studio floor, but there’s no time to get mad because his hand is immediately at the back of my head and pushing me down on his dick. I gag at the sudden intrusion; he holds me down fast, right to the hilt, and grinds into my face as I choke over his huge length. My breath comes in a ragged gasp when he finally yanks my head back.

“You still want to do this?” It’s not a question. I don’t have time to assent before my lips are forced back over his dick. He drives in and out of my wet mouth mercilessly, hitting my gag reflex almost every time as he slides down my throat. I reach up to stroke his balls as spit runs down my chin in wild streams. All I can hear are his guttural moans and my own slurping over his gorgeous fat cock in my mouth.

“Oh God, baby.” He pulls at the messy waves of my hair, tilting my head up until my wide eyes meet his, glazed over with ecstasy. “Look at me while you suck my dick, you beautiful bitch.”

I moan over his dick, and the vibrations make him tighten his grip in my hair as he guides avcılar escort me over his length. I love looking up at him, so high above me. I know he loves my face when it’s wet with my own saliva, my mouth stretched and aching around his dick. The look in his eyes – wild and hungry and dominant – is enough to absolutely flood my pussy.

“Jesus Christ. You’re killing me, baby girl.” He tilts his head back and sighs as he drives his dick further down into my throat. I run my tongue across his head every time he withdraws, making sure I graze the most sensitive little ridge. I can tell he’s close.

And then suddenly I’m pulled off of him completely, my entire head burning by the strength of his fist locked into my hair.

“Ow!”

He grins crookedly, leans down and pulls me into him, his mouth hot and wet and delicious against my ear. “You like choking on my dick, huh, princess? Being treated like a little whore? You like gagging on that thick cock in your mouth?”

“Ugh. Please. Yes, Daddy. Fuck, yes.”

He slaps me sharply across the face and beams. “That’s right. You’ve been a good girl for me today.” He pulls me to my feet roughly by my hair. “And you know what happens to good girls.”

“They get rewarded?” I breathe.

“Mmmm.” He tugs my shorts and panties down in a heartbeat. “That they do, princess. That they do.”

He runs a finger across my slit and grins at my wetness. For one delicious moment, the spell is broken. “Christ, Isla. You’re fucking SOAKing.”

I smile and shrug. “Only for you, Daddy.”

His finger is still rubbing ever so softly, ever so gently, down across my slit. I’m so wet, I can’t help sucking him inside a little. I arch my back, needing him like fire, like the desert needs rain.

“God, you feel so good.” He stops and looks at me awhile. We are suspended for a second – his lips touch mine ever so lightly, and I read nothing but love in his eyes.

Then he grins wickedly and plunges three fingers into my cunt.

“Fuck!” I scream, and would have fallen to my knees were it not for his suddenly picking me up and throwing me across his desk. Microphones and keyboards clatter to the floor, but for once he doesn’t seem to care. He straddles my naked body and looks unflinchingly into my face as he continues to fuck me brutally with his fingers while his thumb describes fast circles on my clit. There’s no time for feeling self-conscious – I avrupa yakası escort writhe and scream beneath him, my wetness practically pouring out of me and pooling on the metal. He uses his other hand to spread my legs wide so my tight pink cunt is entirely at his mercy. I close my eyes and groan, unable to stand it much longer.

“Oh, God…Daddy…please…” I gasp and buck beneath him as his fingers hit that secret sweet spot inside me again and again. “Please Daddy oh God please I need you inside of me right now.”

“What? What do you need?” he teases, curling his fingers expertly inside me.

“PLEASE DADDY FUCK ME PLEASE, I WANT YOU TO SPLIT ME IN HALF, DESTROY MY PUSSY, OH GOD ANYTHING PLEASE I JUST NEED TO COME – “

“Alright, calm down.” He laughs and slips his fingers out of me. The sudden feeling of emptiness could kill me.

But thankfully it doesn’t last, for in the next breath he’s impaled me with his beautiful long dick, still dripping wet and rock hard from me blowing him. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed so loud in my entire life.

It always hurts, at first. Sometimes he’s gentle. Today he isn’t.

“Take it,” he growls as he pins my arms above my head with one hand and goes back to torturing my clit with the other. I moan and struggle beneath him, my fingers raking lines across the smooth planes of his back and chest as he stretches my cunt and fills me up with his delicious manhood. I am doused in sweat. His mouth descends and fastens on my tits in turn, each one bouncing and sparkling with sweat as he fucks me into oblivion. My nipples rise up to meet him and the tingling feeling spreads right down into my pussy.

I have a feeling this won’t take long.

The intensity of his hot mouth on my tits, lips and neck, combined with the aching beauty of having him inside me, is just too much. He’s hitting it again and again, that burning little place deep inside of me; so disgustingly perfect every time. He looks absolutely fucking beautiful, lost in our shared ecstasy above me, never once taking his ocean-blue eyes off mine. I call out his name as I come in a rush of darkness and perfection – harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.

Seconds later, as his thrusts become ever harder and faster, I feel the familiar heat rush into me as his own orgasm splashes out in jets of thick white against my cervix. It’s so raw, so visceral, so primitive – I could die.

Afterwards – as he slips, achingly sweet, out of me, and his sticky come begins to dribble down my thighs – he kisses me, soft and slow and deep. Our lips and tongues braid together: for the first time, our eyes close. He feels divine against me, his gorgeous, naked body upon my own.

Nothing but skin, love, and damn good sex.

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When I moved into this house five years ago after a particularly messy divorce, I took on Mrs. Wilkins as a part time house keeper, she came in two days a week to clean and tidy and do some of the larger washing. The arrangement worked well, even when my company changed its method of working so that instead of all of us turning up at the office every day we were all given home computers linked in to the office so we could work from home! they reckoned it was more efficient, but what it meant to me was that I no longer got to see any of my work colleagues except for the two days a month when we had conferences, so my social life dwindled away to almost nothing!! I set up the den as my work room and it was the only room that Mrs. Wilkins was not allowed into ( some obscure company security reason! ), so I cleaned that myself.

It was quite a shock then , a few weeks ago, when Mrs. Wilkins announced that as her husband was retiring, she had decided to retire too, so that they could go travelling and enjoy time together, then she almost begged me to take on her daughter Josie in her place as she had only just got married and they really needed the extra income to work up a deposit for a house. Having been through that sort of struggle myself I was only too sympathetic, so I agreed! – little did I know what was in store!! When Mrs. Wilkins brought Josie along on her final day to show her the ropes, I met her for the first time, she was 23, quite tall with long black hair down to her shoulders, quite pretty, with a bubbling personality, and I thought she’d fit in fine. She thanked me to the point of embarrassment for giving her this opportunity, and I quickly left them to it and disappeared into my den. Throughout the afternoon I heard their voices and the occasional burst of laughter from Josie, and it seemed to brighten the place considerably, and a couple of times I found myself smiling, there was something about her that was definitely likeable, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but I found her in my mind quite a bit in the following days.

As I said, that was Mrs. Wilkins’ final day, so the next week Josie turned up alone. I heard her let herself in , but was quite busy on the computer so didn’t see her for a while, but when I decided it was break time I wandered out to the kitchen and found her just making a coffee, and I stopped dead in shock! this definitely wasn’t the Josie that had turned up with her mother last week! she was wearing tight shorts and a tight top, and unless I was going blind in my old age – I was now pushing 42, she wasn’t wearing a bra! and she looked stunning!! she had those legs that seemed to go on for ever, a tight ass, and high, firm, and quite large breasts! I guess I must have gasped or something, as she jerked around, “Oh, Mr Davis, you surprised me, can I get you a coffee? how do you like it?” I mumbled my order and slumped at the table, desperate to put something between her and me that would hide the effect she was having – I had suddenly gained an enormous erection!! She made the coffee and sat opposite me talking brightly of things I no longer remember! I found my concentration hard to maintain with those gorgeous breasts so close! but I do remember her murmuring how sorry she was about my divorce, and I really should get out and about more – I guess Mrs. Wilkins had filled her in on my life as that was what she’d been saying to me for at least the last three years!! Finally she jumped up -and I almost groaned as her breasts jumped even more!! and said it was time to get back to work, and hurried out. I sat there for a little while longer, until I was sure my cock had gone down and then headed back to my den.

I tried hard to concentrate on my work, but to no avail, my mind kept drifting back to those long legs, that tight ass and those horny tits!! and I was hard all over again!! now I knew that Mrs. Wilkins was right! it really was time I went out and found myself a woman!! but right now, I had to do something about this uncomfortable situation! so I unzipped my pants and drew out my swollen cock and began to stroke it! all the time seeing Josie’s hot body in my mind! obviously Mrs. Wilkins had failed to tell Josie that the den was out of bounds!, and I was so engrossed in my little fantasy that I didn’t hear the door opening, it was only the loud gasp that alerted me to the fact that I was no longer alone!! I opened my eyes and found myself staring straight at Josie who seemed to be frozen mid way between the door and my work station with a tall glass of iced juice in each hand! and the reason she was frozen was quite clear! she was staring wide eyed at my rampant cock acıbadem escort and the hand now equally frozen around it!!

She gulped, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I thought you might need a cool drink!” she stammered, and with a jerk, her body seemed to break free and she staggered forward to place both drinks on the desk top, but all the time her eyes were locked on my stiff and swollen cock!! and to my surprise, having put the drinks down, she made no attempt to move away! I was still frozen! unable to move, unable to speak! then I saw a shiver run through her, and her tongue came out and brushed across her lips, and almost as if in a daze, she dropped to her knees directly in front of me and reached out to take my hand from my cock and replace it with her own!!, “Mmmmm, so beautiful” she whispered, as if speaking to herself, then to my absolute amazement she leaned forward and started to run her tongue up and down my cock!! it had softened slightly with the shock of discovery, but it very quickly became rock hard again as her lips and tongue began to explore it from tip to base and back again, and then with a deep groan she plunged her mouth down onto its length, taking the whole of it deep into her throat!!

My mind might have been in a state of shock, but my body wasn’t! it was reacting, thrusting upwards, fucking my cock into her seemingly eager mouth! she had one hand cupping and fondling my balls and the other lightly stroking that part of my cock that wasn’t buried in her mouth, and she was sucking like crazy!! and having been deprived of a woman’s touch for so long, there wasn’t any chance at all that I wasn’t going to blow! and real quick!! and I did!! and again I was surprised when she made no move to take my cock from her mouth when she realized I was about to come! in fact she sucked even harder! and I shot my load deep into her throat!! and she sucked it and swallowed it and sucked it some more until every last drop of cum was extracted from my shuddering cock! finally she let my rapidly softening cock to slip from her mouth and looked up at me with the hottest smile I’d seen in a long, long time, “Mmmm, that was nice! so much better than your hand, don’t you think?” then she rose to her feet, leaned down and briefly pressed her lips against mine – enough for me to taste my own cum juice in her mouth! – and turned and walked out! closing the door firmly behind her!!

I was left a total mess!! guilt, embarrassment, ecstasy, lethargy and a lingering horniness all fighting to possess my mind and body! and I was still sitting slumped in my chair looking vacantly into space when I heard her leave! Needless to say I was in no condition to do any work for the rest of the day, so I wandered out and took a shower, groaning as my cock snapped back to full attention every time my mind wandered to Josie, I knew I’d never be able to face her again! and I was sure that I’d soon get a call advising that she wouldn’t be continuing! maybe even a visit from a very angry new husband!! but as the days went by, there was no call and no visit, and I tried – without much success – to put it out of my mind.

I knew I was being totally cowardly, but when the first day came for her to come and clean the following week I arranged to go into the office for my BI-monthly meeting, so I was away from the house all day. As soon as I arrived home, I knew she’d been, I could detect the faint aroma of her perfume, and when I went into my office it was to find it tidier that it had ever been before, so I knew she’d been back to the scene of the crime!! she was due again the following day and I knew I couldn’t simply disappear a second time, I had to face the music! I decided to get it out of the way straight away instead of hiding in my den, so I was in the kitchen preparing coffee when she arrived. I might have been feeling awkward, but she didn’t seem to be feeling that at all! she gave me a bright smile and a greeting, “Isn’t it a fantastic day, I do love the sunshine, is that coffee you’re making,? Can I join you?”, and she plonked herself down at the table! I could only stare! she was wearing an almost identical outfit to the one she’d worn the week before!, a different colour combination, but the same outfit, tight shorts a tight top and no bra!! and I found myself reacting the same way again!! I answered her question with some inconsequential comment about the weather and got out a second cup for her, and all the time my eyes kept on sliding over to look at her incredible breasts!, finally, coffee made I sat at the table opposite her, and felt my face flush, “Look” I mumbled, “I’m really akbatı escort sorry about what happened last time” a strange grin came to her face, “I should take offence at that! didn’t you enjoy it?, wasn’t it good?” she said, I stammered even more, my face going a bright purple, “Of course!, I didn’t meant that, I meant!” I groaned and put my head in my hands! she reached over and pulled my hands from my face and grinned, “You mean you’re sorry I caught you playing with yourself, but you enjoyed what happened afterwards! right?” she said, “You don’t need to be sorry, I thought it was beautiful, you were thinking of me at the time weren’t you?”, “oh yes!! I couldn’t get you out of my mind!!” I gasped, “Why” she asked teasingly, “Because you’re beautiful and sexy!!” I blurted out. She leaned across the table and brushed her lips across mine, “Thank you!” she said ” most people say I’m too tall and gawky to be sexy!”, “Oh no!” I cried out, forgetting my embarrassment now, “you’re tall, but perfectly proportioned, and have the sort of body that any man would drool over, those legs, god, they’re gorgeous and seem to go on for ever! and such a tight, sexy ass, and those breasts, Mmmmm, so ripe, so firm, so decidedly suckable!!”, I stopped suddenly, realising that I’d let my mouth run away with me again, and expecting her to be upset or annoyed at my coarseness, but she was smiling broadly and I knew it wasn’t my imagination, her nipples had become rock hard and were jutting out of her top like miniature mountains!!

Still smiling, she stood up from her chair and walked around the table and slid onto my lap, “Tell me again how beautiful I am, and how suckable my breasts are, better still, show me!!” and her arms slid around my neck and her lips descended on mine!! my body had reacted immediately and my cock was stiffening and swelling and pressing eagerly into her tight ass, and my hand automatically came up to cup and fondle one of her glorious breasts! and I got turned on even more! her kiss was as hot a kiss as I have ever experienced, a passionate tongue twister! with a touch of almost desperate hunger! and I responded in the same vein! I was just so hot and hungry for her! then we broke apart, and without a word we lurched from the chair and made a beeline for the bedroom!

There was no finesse, no tender, romantic kisses and slow build up! as soon as we reached the bedroom we were ripping our clothes off and leaping naked on to the bed! god, naked she was totally awesome!! those high, firm tits even more ripe and succulent than they’d appeared under her top! and her pussy! Mmmm, it was so wet and juicy and inviting! my eyes devoured her, then my hands and my lips and my tongue!! I searched out and touched and tasted every part of her luscious body, and she responded wildly, calling out, guiding my lips and my tongue in their explorations, and a whole series of small orgasms rippled through her, then she was tugging at my rock hard cock, guiding it towards her pussy, “Please, Ian, Please, I want you inside me, I want your big cock filling up my pussy, Please, Ian, Please, fuck me, fuck me now!!”

There was a momentary flicker of surprise that she had called me by my first name, but as her hands guided my cock to the lips of her steaming pussy, all thoughts disappeared, everything except the need to fuck this incredibly sexy woman!! so I rammed forward, burying my cock to the hilt in her writhing pussy, and she screamed in delight and abandonment, and urged me on! so I fucked her hard! long deep strokes, plunging my cock into her bucking, heaving body faster and faster! at the same time sucking vociferously on those incredibly large nipples! lashing them with my tongue then sucking them hard into my mouth! she lifted those incredibly long legs and wrapped them around me high on my back, opening her pussy even wider and enabling me to plunge even deeper, and it was my turn to cry out with delight, “Oh yes, Josie, you’re so hot and tight! it’s like I’m fucking a volcano in there!! oh god I’m going to drown you in my juices!! are you sure you want this?!!!”, Yes!!” she screamed, “Fuck me deep!, fuck me good!, shoot your juices right up inside me, oh god, I’m cumming, I’m cummmmming!!!” and her whole body went into violent contortions!! and mine followed suit as my cock exploded and shot it’s hot juices deep into her pussy!! and it kept on shooting, as she kept on bucking and heaving, and it seemed to go on for ever!

I think we both got totally blown away by the power and extent of the explosion that ripped through both our bodies, and we lay entwined in each other’s arms for a long, long aksaray escort time, but finally she extracted herself and disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the shower running. She was out shortly afterwards, glistening wet, brushing herself dry with a small towel that did nothing to hide her incredible body from my eyes ,and I lay there drinking her in, she didn’t seem to mind, in fact she seemed to pose and posture just a little! then she came over and leaned down and brushed her lips over mine, “Thank you, thank you so much” she whispered, then laughed, “Your turn in the shower, I’ll start the coffee!” and she walked from the room, still totally naked!! needless to say, I made my shower very quick, and hurriedly followed her into the kitchen! I didn’t bother with clothes either!

Ten minutes later we were back sitting opposite each other in the kitchen and I was enjoying the uninterrupted view of her gorgeous breasts as we drank our coffee, she took a sip of her coffee and smiled with almost a tinge of sadness in her expression, “I guess you’re wondering why?” she said, I nodded, “The thought had crossed my mind, I’m 42 and not the most handsome man you’ve ever met, and you’re 23 and quite the most beautiful sexy woman I’ve ever met! and you’ve been married just six months!!”, a slight flush came to her face, “That’s part of the reason” she whispered, ” I love my husband very much, but we’re having problems. We never had sex before we were married, we just played around a bit, you know, touching feeling, kissing etc, but we both felt that sex was so special we should wait until after we were married, but the wedding night turned into a bit of a disaster, Ken couldn’t function! try as we did, he couldn’t achieve an erection ,even though he’s never had any trouble when we were playing around! we put it down to the excitement of the wedding day and all the tiring things that go with that, and although disappointed, assumed that everything would be OK once we were refreshed. But the next night and the following night the same thing happened, and we started to get frustrated and then a little angry with each other, and it was then that Ken told me that he’d never been with any woman before and in fact was more attracted to men!! I was stunned and upset, but he kept on telling me that he still loved me and we could still make a life for ourselves, it was just that he didn’t find me sexually desirable!! it took me quite a few weeks to get over that, perhaps I’m still not over it completely! but I realised that whatever the situation I still loved him!! I guess that sounds pretty crazy! Then , when I walked in on you last week and saw that incredibly beautiful, big, thick cock of yours, I just knew I had to have it, I knew I had to know if it was possible for me to feel beautiful and sexy and to be desired by a man!! I needed to know if I could react the way a woman was supposed to react!” then she threw back her head and laughed “Well I certainly found that out didn’t I?”

I grinned at her, but felt and understood some of her pain, so I moved around the table and took her in my arms and kissed her softly and gently, “Josie! you are beautiful, you are sexy and you are desirable! you can’t change what people are, but you can love then as they are! but only if you are fulfilled too! so if I can help in that area, I would be more than honored!!”, she grinned mischievously at me, “You mean, you want to continue fucking me, is that it?!!” I returned her grin ” for just as long as you want to be fucked!!” I said, “But what about the cleaning?” she asked, “Well” I said pensively “That still has to be done! in fact it probably needs more time spent on it! would it be possible for you to come three days instead of two – fully paid, of course!” her grin grew bigger and hotter “I think that could be arranged, would the extra day be required for special attention to the bedroom area?” she asked, impishly. I took her by the hand and led her back towards the bedroom, “Why don’t we check that out right now?” I suggested! well, it did need cleaning and tidying – afterwards!!! and when she left at the end of the day, I think I’d managed to convince Josie that she was one hell of an attractive, sexy woman! and being more than a little horny and hungry was quite OK for a 23 year old – or even a 42 year old!! But life is still full of surprises! and when she told me the next week that she’d told Ken everything that had happened between us, you could have knocked me down with a feather! but when she said that Ken was absolutely delighted for her and that this made things so much easier and more comfortable for the both of them, Well, I wasn’t going to argue! so I fucked her again , and again! and every time was better and wilder than the last as she started to open up and embrace her own sexuality! can’t wait for her next visit, she’s promised to wear something that will blow my eyes out!! with her figure, that wouldn’t be hard!!!

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Samantha Monroe stepped over to the fur rug before the crackling fire in her large but sparsely furnished bedroom in the western tower of the boarding school where she taught. The old stone walls sucked the heat from the room, but the large fireplace, a remnant of what used to be the kitchen of a country knight’s manor, contributed some warmth on the coldest nights. She had shrugged off her severe suit jacket and with it the worries and concerns of her day, relinquishing for the weekend her ever-exasperating job of attempting to ignite in the minds of her students the same passion for English literature that burned in her’s. As she savored the feeling of the soft white fur under her feet and the crackling heat of the fire on her skin, Samantha unzipped her high-waisted black pants and smoothly stepped out of them. She took her time unbuttoning the back of her ivory silk shirt, letting her fingers trail softly up her spine before she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor with her pants and shoes. On Fridays she dressed up a little, in part to celebrate the end of the week, but also because it felt so good to strip everything off at the end of the day and revel in the feeling of her bare skin against the white fur of the rug. She repeated this ritual most Fridays, unless she went out with some of the other teachers to the nearby pub for a round or two of drinks. Since leaving her fiancé and moving to the school, nestled on the outskirts of a tiny village, she had had only one date, a blind date with the son of the postmistress which had ended with her getting dropped off early so he could go meet some friends on World of Warcraft. Needless to say, she had been deprived of sex for so long that even the promise of the Friday night routine was something that carried her through even the most trying class period during the week.

Now in nothing but her workaday cotton underthings, Sam left the protective circle of warmth and went to the armoire that served as dresser and closet. From a small drawer inside, she withdrew a pink lace thong and a pink teddy. These she traded for her white panties and bra, revealing the swell of her breasts and the silhouette of her slim waist. She felt sexy. And more pressingly, horny.

Returning to the fireside, she knelt on the rug, ran her hands through the fur, admired the play of the firelight on her long legs. She took her favorite lotion from her nightstand and massaged it into her skin, letting all of her stress dissipate as the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled the room, bringing with it memories of snow days and Christmas. The feeling of her own skin, warm and incredibly smooth, made her stomach tighten. Sam let her mind drift to a well-worn fantasy, a dream she built onto on the cold winter nights, alone in front of the fire. In her mind she was an aristocratic lady, perhaps fleeing her cruel husband, sailing for Barbados where she might find her long-lost brother. Alone on the ship, she was protected by the captain, a lean, bronzed man, with worldly eyes and strong arms. One night?to make sure she was safe, no doubt?he came to her cabin, only to find her undressed. Overcome by lust, he would grab her forcefully and crush her to his chest?

Sam’s hand snaked down her taut stomach and toyed with the waistband of her thong, letting her fingers skim over the carefully manicured strip of hair. She could feel the fabric between her legs getting soaked. As the sex-crazed captain turned her around and pushed her against the wall of the cabin, Sam decided she might want some toys on hand. She went to the small drawer in her armoire again to find?suddenly she heard a noise and whipped around.

Standing there, his mouth open was Elliot, one of her students.

“Ms. Monroe! I’m so sorry… The door was open and I had a question…” He had turned and was moving quickly to the small office connecting her room to the front door of her quarters. “I’m sorry… I?I’ll leave it until later.” Sam blushed furiously and snatched a robe out of the open armoire. No matter how much she regretted his appearance, her first priority was her job, and her students would always come first.

“Wait, Elliot! I’m sorry, I was just… getting ready for bed. Let me put on my robe. I’ll be in my office in a minute.”

When she walked through the stone archway to her office, she saw Elliot standing uncomfortably by the door. “I’m sorry I didn’t knock, Ms. Monroe. I saw your door was open and I though maybe you were having office hours or something. Since I wasn’t in class today, I just assumed?” he broke off.

“No, of course. I know I sometimes have office hours at odd times for students who are too busy with extra-curriculars. Did you have a question?” She tightened the tie of her robe for emphasis, wishing it wasn’t quite so short. If the headmaster came by now, she might be in trouble. Elliot’s eye was drawn to her waist, and by extension, her legs. He had never seen so much skin revealed by the normally severe English teacher. tuzla escort He blushed and met her eye again.

“I was just hoping you could tell me what we covered in class today. Maybe the general gist of the discussion. I did the reading in Romeo and Juliet, but I want to be prepared for the final. I can go, if you want to… go to bed.” Despite his obvious discomfort, there was a sparkle in his eye which suggested he suspected her actual plans once he left.

“No, no?it’s fine! Absolutely, I was just?today?today we covered the exile of Romeo and the scene after, um, Romeo and Juliet have consummated their marriage.” Samantha wasn’t sure why her throat had gone dry. She had led an in depth discussion of the scene only hours earlier. She was suddenly very aware of her delicate position. Here she was, at night in her own private office, dressed in a short but thankfully fluffy robe, discussing a Shakespearean sex scene with one of her male students?and a very attractive one at that. “We were,” she continued, “discussing the possible interpretations of the entire act?Act III, that is. It was more of a technical discussion, as some of the students had some trouble understanding some parts. I was hoping to go deeper, but maybe Monday’s class on Act IV will yield a more thoughtful conversation.” Elliot had obviously just showered and his light chestnut hair was slicked back, though a strand would fall into his eyes from time to time and he would brush it back. The top two buttons of his shirt were open to reveal a gold medal, but in the dim light of her office, she couldn’t tell what it was. She realized her eyes were lingering a little too long on the broad expanse of his chest and darted up to meet his eyes. As they stood for a moment in silence, Elliot nodding his head thoughtfully, Sam remarked to herself again what arresting eyes he had. They were icy blue, the kind that seem to flash and burn, almost corrosive eyes. She had noticed before in class, of course, but in the evening with the distant dancing of the fire and the low lights of her office, his eyes had a new depth. Elliot gave her a disarming smile and she flushed again.

“Well, if that’s all, I guess I’ll just reread that section to make sure I understand and then finish up the play. It’s tragic, but I love the ending. Three deaths and then reconciliation. I’ve seen the play performed,” he added for the benefit of her brief confusion.

“It’s a little cliche, but it’s really my favorite of Shakespeare’s plays. Burning infatuation, passionate love, and a combination of murder and suicide.”

“Death and sex,” Elliot smiled. “Literature’s favorite subjects.” He was more comfortable now, engaged in conversation with his teacher. She was leaning against her desk, and he noticed the slight shift that left her legs crossed when he said the word “sex”. He was aware of the potential danger of the situation, but he enjoyed seeing his teacher squirm a little. She was generally relentless and expected near perfection from her students; he had never seen her in such an exposed state?both physically and (mentally). And he couldn’t forget the moment when he had walked in to find her bent over a drawer, the rosy half moons of her ass peeking out from under the gauzy fabric of what looked like a teddy. And the peek of round flesh when she turned to see him. He suddenly realized he had to get out of the room before his arousal became… evident. Sam bit her lower lip at looked up at him through her eyelashes, an absolutely unconscious movement on her part; she was getting nervous, and even worse, it was making her even more wet. Elliot was too close. He was radiating heat and the smell of some spicy soap. She had been interrupted at the wrong moment, and she had been so close her body was nearly vibrating. The silence was extending dangerously and Sam moved to fill it.

“I’d pay particular attention to the death scene because I think I’d like to analyze the use of the elements of misinterpretation and misrepresentation as they pertain to the interaction of the characters. And, like I said, I’d really like to engage in a much deeper exploration of the subject during our next class period.” Elliot raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I mean, we never seem to fully penetrate the layers of meaning Shakespeare intended. He was such a master of symbolism and… innuendo.” Elliot was aware he had crossed a line, but he had crossed it gently and seemingly innocently. Ms. Monroe’s sharp look told him he had hit his mark. But he wouldn’t be able to continue the conversation much longer: his teacher’s robe was loosening slightly, revealing a glimpse of cleavage. The thought of his proper English teacher sitting in front of him in lingerie was too much for his body to overcome. And the way she blushed at his glance made him want to move closer, just to see what would happen.

“Well, Ms. Monroe, it’s getting late. I’ll let you get back to your?evening.” Sam rose, rather ucuz escort abruptly, but she had expected him to step back. They were suddenly inches from each other. He heard her breath hitch and felt the blood rush out of his head and into his cock. He quickly excused himself before she could notice, but a quick glance backwards to offer a “good night” over his shoulder revealed to him a small, sticky wet spot on the desk. He rushed to his room, being careful to avoid anyone else in the halls.

Sam released a breath she’d been holding for what felt like minutes. She was shaking, nervous and craving release. She breathed in deeply, held it in, released it and locked her door, feeling as if she’d just been slapped. Or spanked. Flushed and confused and dripping wet. She shook her head to get the vision of Elliot’s eyes out of her head before she turned back to the flickering fire. She took the vibrator from her drawer and, kneeling on the rug, felt both the rush of heat from the flames and from the vibrator which she plunged into her pussy. With her left hand she pumped the vibrating purple plastic shaft in and out while the fingers of her right hand toyed with her clit. She couldn’t stop thinking about Elliot, has hands running through his wet hair, and now across her skin, down her belly, skimming over the hills and valleys of her body. He had become the man pushing her against the wall, turning her in his hands, taking her body. Fuck. Fuck me, come on. I’m cumming. Fuck me, Elliot?fuck, I’m cumming?

Elliot closed his eyes, following the curves of his teacher’s body, the long smooth legs, imagining the place where they met, wet and hot. He stroked his cock, running his palm over the head as he remembered her hitched breath and the jiggle of her flesh, pushed up by her bra, revealed as her robe fell open centimeter by centimeter. He was so close, so close. She’d been so wet, it must have been running down her legs as she stood?so close?if only he could have pushed her over the lacquered wood of the desk and sunk his fingers into her. Fuck. Ms. Monroe, fuck. He moaned as his cum erupted, hot and sticky onto his sheets. He wouldn’t be able to face her Monday…

Monday morning, Sam dressed as conservatively as she could, desperate to regain control of the situation. Not that there was really a situation, just a moment of indiscretion. Still, she wore a pair of wide-leg black pants and and thick cable-knit sweater. Her hair she pulled back in a smooth, severe bun and applied enough makeup to make her look her 28 years. She would lead the discussion in Elliot’s class; she wouldn’t look at him any more than normal. It would be fine.

Elliot walked into the classroom with a group of friends, laughing at something. He shot a glance in her direction but didn’t linger when she looked up and caught his eye. He sat at a desk in the back of the classroom, closest to the door and behind all of his friends. He cast an eye warily around. Sam started her lecture; he shifted to get comfortable. She was so concentrated on the task at hand that she forgot Elliot’s presence for a quarter of an hour. Elliot, for his part, was painfully aware of his lecturing teacher. He couldn’t stop staring at her, following the two round globes of her bottom and the shift of her breasts under her shirt. She hadn’t meant it to happen, he was sure, but when she wrote on the board, she stood on her tip-toes, accentuating the curve of her ass and revealing an inch or two of skin between her sweater and the waistband. Ten minutes into class and he already had a hard-on. Shit. Maybe it would go away. Maybe if he could get out of class without anyone noticing, he could go jerk off in the bathroom. When Ms. Monroe started drawing an important chart of character relationships on the whiteboard, he grabbed the bathroom pass and snuck out the door. He walked gingerly through the stone corridor to the boy’s bathroom on the floor. Everyone else was in class, and there was only one other classroom on this floor. With luck, no one would come in for a few minutes. Elliot slammed the door of the stall closed behind him and sank back against it. He whipped off his belt and sank his right hand into his boxers briefs. He replayed for the fourth time his teacher’s shocked surprise when he walked into her room. He suddenly wondered what she’d been reaching for in the small drawer of her wardrobe. If only he could find out. He imagined her withdrawing a thick glass dildo, teasing her entrance with the cold head, working it in and out and in and out and harder and faster. He came as his back slammed against the door. It had only been a few minutes; just enough time was left to avoid suspicion. Now if he could only be sure he would be able to make it through the rest of the class without having to come back.

Sam saw Elliot sneak back into class, running his fingers nervously through his hair. He took his seat, legs spread apart as he sank back, trying to catch the flow of the lecture. She lost ümraniye escort her train of thought as she noticed his arms through his oxford shirt. He was incredibly handsome; astonishing that she’d never noticed it before. He was taller than her and well-muscled?a strong, healthy… kid. While legally adult, in reality he seemed so young. She blinked and continued, trying to push the image of his naked torso out of her head. She cursed herself silently for getting so side-tracked by a student. Her student, for Christ’s sake! She had plenty of other students, and all she felt for them was concern that they would finally understand what she was trying to tell them, that literature was a pure art, that it could open their eyes and their minds and take them higher than they thought they could be brought. But isn’t that just what she wanted to show Elliot? Only with my body, she thought. As she wrapped up the discussion, she thought, four and a half more days until Friday night. You can make it, Sam!

Monday night passed in a frenzy of paper corrections and melted into Tuesday morning. Tuesday slid by, her honors course struggling through Evangeline and her own body struggling to stay calm faced with the next day. On Wednesday she had Elliot in class again. Again that morning, she dressed as conservatively as possible. A purple wool trapeze dress, thick black tights, and flat boots would serve to hide her curves and any other hint of sexiness. She wouldn’t be able to stay in her classroom, much less finish her lecture, if Elliot looked at her with that faintly malicious glimmer in his eye. It was a look she had begun dreaming of, dreams which left her restless and tired in the mornings and, if possible, less satisfied than the night before.

Elliot had reread the last Act of Romeo and Juliet carefully in anticipation of their last discussion of the play before moving on to Hamlet. He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the class and noticed the generous proportions of his teacher’s dress. Maybe he’d have more luck making it through the class.

Ms. Monroe began her lecture, explaining the symbolism throughout the play and how it related to other Shakespeare plays of the same genre.

“Now the the last act is a really heart-wrenching part of the story. Shakespeare goes so far as to inspire the Prince to remark, ‘For never was a story of more woe / Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.’ I’d like to discuss today the relationship between Romeo and Juliet. Do you think they were really in love? Or was it a clear case of juvenile infatuation? There are many other stories in this same vein, where ‘star-crossed’ lovers enter into, and fulfill, a suicide pact. What do you think of their motivations? Can you imagine being in their position? Danny, do you have an idea?”

Danny coughed. “I think it’s just really intense infatuation, although it’s also not entirely, um, sexual, as might be the case for a lot of really young couples.”

“Absolutely. You have to keep in mind that these characters are in their early teens, really just entering adolescence. Can kids that young really know their own minds?and more importantly, their own hearts?”

Maisie rose her hand. “I think it’s really beautiful, the way they commit to each other and have that much follow-through. And their infatuation, or whatever it is, is really multi-dimensional. Like Danny said, it’s not just sex, but real affection.”

Elliot spoke up as Maisie paused. “I think Shakespeare wanted to hint that the couple was more intimate than that. He was constantly making what are effectively sex jokes. When Juliet finds Romeo dead, she kills herself by stabbing her heart with a dagger, which a lot of scholars have remarked is a very clear metaphor for sex. The dagger is a very phallic instrument.” He looked directly at Ms. Monroe with wide eyes, as if simply searching for her opinion on his analysis.

“Very good, Elliot.” Her breath was caught for a moment as he felt his name leave her lips. It felt like a dangerous reply to his escalation of the situation. “It’s also crucial to consider that even in his most tragic moments, Shakespeare is capable of evoking much bawdier subjects. What bearing do you imagine it has on our perception of the relationship between Juliet and her husband?” Sam marveled at her sang-froid. Those piercing blue eyes were a dagger in themselves, piercing her, she feared, in other places than her heart. God, I want him so bad. I want to be pinned under that body?I want his young skin against mine. A light flush blossomed across her cheeks. She glanced down and saw the corner of Elliot’s mouth turn up. He must suspect what she was thinking. Uh-oh.

After class, Elliot left without looking at her. He spent that night working on an essay due the next day, cursing his English teacher for appearing from time to time, bending over her little drawer, revealing just a thin strip of fabric disappearing between her legs. It was the hardest evening he had spent in a long time. Thursday was uneventful and slow, dragging on in anticipation of Friday. Elliot wondered what Ms. Monroe would be wearing, whether she would continue her quest to cover every inch of her body in his presence or whether she would let slip a little window of soft, creamy skin.

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