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I pulled Sally into my parking spot, opened the door to my condo and went straight to bed. After the incredible weekend with my gorgeous stacked mother, I slept the sleep of the blissfully fucked. It was late Sunday afternoon when I finally awoke, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and shaking the cobwebs out of my head.

“Yes, it really did happen,” I thought to myself. I, Connor Young, had fucked my own mother. And not just some accidental occurrence when she’d been passed out drunk and I’d taken advantage of her. No—she’d wanted it just as much as I did—maybe more. And the thing that made me love her even more—when she said she knew I wasn’t a one-woman man, and that she had no problem if I pursued other women, including her sister, my Aunt Julia. I smiled when I thought about that, how fucking cool it would be to have sex with both of those beautiful older women. And if Aunt Julia was anywhere close to being the sexual dynamo my mother had shown herself to be, there was no way I was going to be disappointed.

This whole weekend had been unbelievable. I thought back to the discussions I’d had with my best friend, Andy Adelson. Friday night we’d had dinner together and he told me some of the things that had happened with his mother. And then, yesterday, he’d come over for lunch and told me all the sordid details—including how he’d fucked his busty mother for the first time that very Friday night. And not just once—they’d fucked all night long. Imagine, both of us secretly lusting after our own mothers all these years, and then both of us having our fantasies come to life on the same weekend. I guess some people would think that was the epitome of friendship. Maybe you could call it ‘keeping up with the Joneses’ or ‘keeping up with the Andys’—whatever it was, it was fucking incredible. I promised Andy we’d touch base and get together soon to fill each other in on the last 24 hours. I grabbed my cell and punched in his number.

“Hello?” A groggy voice came over the phone.

“Que pasa, amigo?”

“Connor? What’s going on?”

“I just called to check in and see how things are going since you left here yesterday.”

“Oh fuck, you wouldn’t believe it. I am so exhausted—but I’ve never felt better in my life.”

From the tone of his voice, I could almost picture him beaming on the other end of the line. “Do tell, you horny little bastard.” I heard a distant female voice call out his name.

“No time right now. Mom’s just waking up from a little nap, and I think she’s hungry for more.”

“Hungry for what?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. How about lunch at Gabriel’s at 12:30?”

“I’ll be there. I’ve got some news for you too.”

“Good or bad?” Andy asked, and I could hear the intense curiosity in his voice.

“If something is better than good, do you say ‘gooder’, or ‘goodest’, or what?”

I heard Andy chuckle on the other end. “I get the picture. See you tomorrow. Can’t wait.”

“See ya,” I replied and ended the call.

Well, well… things seemed to be going just as good for Andy as they were for me. The way I was feeling, I wanted to keep on a roll. On my night table, I found the slip of paper my hairdresser, Deanna, had given me with her phone number on it. I looked at the number and thought back on what had happened yesterday morning while she’d been cutting my hair.

She was leading me from the waiting area of the high-end salon back towards her work station. She’d commented on how she thought some of the attractive female clientele in her shop looked at me. I tried to remember the exact words of that conversation:

“Oh c’mon, are you serious? You’ve never noticed all those rich bitches here checking you out?”

“Uh…no.” I had to admit that I usually went in and out of there without paying much attention to anyone other than her.

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen them look at you as if you were the main course on the all-you-can-eat buffet. And I’ve heard them talk about you; and most of them would like to do more than make a meal out of you; although I’m sure you wouldn’t object to that. Yeah buddy, you’d be pretty high-grade stud material if this was a horse ranch. If you were mine, I could rent you out and make a fortune off these women.”

I remembered being totally intrigued. I had enjoyed my little escapade renting myself out as “The Face-Painter”, but Andy had struck the fear of God into me by pointing out the obvious risks of putting myself out there to the public at large. Once he’d laid it all out for me, I knew he was right—there were a hell of a lot of sick fucks out there—both male and female.

Deanna had mentioned that after breaking up with her asshole of a boyfriend, Brad, she might have to take a second job in order not to lose her apartment. The more I thought about the idea of putting forward a little business proposition to her, the more I liked it. Deanna had said how the rich women who came to her salon thought about me, and now, who better to screen those women as potential clients sultangazi escort than someone who knew all their intimate secrets. What was that old saying, “Only my hairdresser knows for sure.” I had an undeniable love for all women, but busty MILFs had a special place in my heart. If Deanna could help set me up with a few, and there was the chance to make a few extra bucks on the side…well…

“Oh fuck it!” I said to myself as I punched her number into my phone.

“Hello?”

“Deanna,” I said, recognizing her voice right away. “It’s Connor.”

“Connor. What’s up? Don’t tell me you want your money back on the haircut I gave you yesterday?” she asked good-naturedly.

“No. Actually, my date with my mother went great. And she said I looked very handsome—including my haircut.”

“Glad to hear it.” She paused and I knew she was waiting to hear why I called.

“Anyways, remember yesterday when I mentioned about a business opportunity I was thinking about?”

“This isn’t one of those stupid Ponzi scheme things, is it? Because after dealing with Brad, I’ve had enough of dealing with get-rich-quick assholes.” I remembered her saying how her boyfriend—the so-called professional poker player—had pilfered her bank account to use as his gambling bankroll. Thus the sharp end of her boot up his ass as she shoved him out the door.

“No, it’s nothing like that—I promise. Listen, how about I take you out for a bite to eat and run this idea by you? If you’re not interested, that’s fine. Just let me know. And hey, even if it’s not for you, at least we can have a nice meal together.”

“So this isn’t like a date, right? Because Connor, I know you’re a sweet guy and everything, but I’ll tell you right now, I could never date someone like you.”

“No, it’s not a date—just two friends getting together to talk.” I was somewhat taken aback by what she’d said, and I wondered exactly what she meant. I figured I’d bring it up when we got together, and I’d be able to see her facial expression when I asked her.

“Okay, that’s fine. I’m going over my budget right now and…it’s pretty depressing, to be honest. Going out for a few minutes would actually be nice.”

“Great. How about BuzzBees at about 6:00PM?”

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.”

I ended the call and languished in bed for a minute, wondering why she’d said she couldn’t ‘date someone like me’. What the fuck was that all about? I was a nice guy, pretty good-looking, decent job. Well, semi-decent anyways. Had my own place, big cock. Hmmm, and she didn’t even know about that. Maybe she thought I had a small cock? No, that couldn’t be it. As much as I tried, I couldn’t figure it out. Once again, the words “Fuck it,” came out of my mouth as I climbed out of bed and hit the showers.

I still had about an hour until I had to meet Deanna, so I took my time in the shower, lathering up my cock and thinking about my mother’s hands and mouth on me. Fuck, she had been fantastic—so wantonly desirable, sinfully talented and deliciously insatiable. “Down boy,” I said to my good friend, Dick, who started to stand up and salute as I slid my lathered hands back and forth. Rather than turn the shower to cold—which I think nobody really does—I just released the old Oscar Meyer and thought about my taxes. Sure enough, the torpedo lost its will to surface.

I turned on some music as I got ready. It seemed like a good day to listen to some China Crisis. Yeah, that would hit the spot perfectly. As the pulsing strains of ‘Working with Fire and Steel’ filled the room, I felt rejuvenated by the thumping beat. I swear I was born in the wrong decade. The more I listened to music from the 80’s, the more I was convinced of that. Combine the music of that decade with Sally, my old Mustang, and life couldn’t get much better. Maybe a nice blonde MILF with a tremendous rack sucking my cock would help, but you can’t have everything—or maybe you could. I hoped that, with Deanna’s help, I just might get a few busty middle-aged MILFs to help make life just perfect.

I picked out a pink casual shirt and a pair of jeans to wear. I had no problem wearing a pink shirt, and it was unbelievable how many women complimented me on it, most of them with a mischievous little twinkle in their eye. And this shirt was just a soft pink—almost to the point of being white—it wasn’t some ridiculous bubble-gum Fire Island pink. A complimentary brown belt and pair of my favorite desert books rounded out the look. Perfect for BuzzBees.

I hopped into Sally and headed for the restaurant, loving the feel of the warm Las Vegas air flowing through my damp hair as I took the expressway. I knew the area where Deanna lived and had suggested BuzzBees, knowing it was close to her place. If she felt uncomfortable at all about my business suggestion, I didn’t want it to be awkward if we were someplace where I’d have to give her a lift home. Here, if she wanted to tell me to shove arnavutköy escort it up my ass, she could just do it and walk away—no questions asked.

I figured the place would be perfect for our discussion. BuzzBees was one of those typical roadhouse places. You know the kind, lots of memorabilia shit on the walls, old license plates, original signs for Dr Pepper, giant bottles of Tabasco sauce stacked on shelves, brown paper tablecloths slapped and taped down for each new patron, TVs hung all over the place making the joint seem lively and vibrant. Just like the young service staff, which was usually about two-thirds female with just enough guys thrown in there so the place couldn’t be sued for sexist hiring policies. The service staff all wore black t-shirts with various snappy sayings on them, stupid shit like “A Day Without BuzzBees is Like a Day Without Fun”. Blow me…please. The one thing about these places is that the female waitresses are generally pretty cute. They usually look like ones you’d love to take home and jerk off on their pretty faces all night long. You get the picture.

I pulled Sally into a parking spot and entered the restaurant. For a Sunday night, the place was pretty busy. Noisy as usual, with most of the seats filled. A sweet young blonde thing with dimples and a sizable set of tits beneath a t-shirt that said, ‘Hot Stuff’ stepped from behind the hostess’ lectern and greeted me.

“A friend will be joining me soon. Do you think we could get a booth?”

“Absolutely,” Hot Stuff replied, a big smile spreading over her face as I ogled her jiggly tits. She swayed slightly back and forth, subtly showing off her best attribute—and making sure I got a good look. “What name can I put that under?”

I was sorely tempted to give some smartass answer and say something like Peter North, but I figured it would be lost on someone so young as Hot Stuff here. Besides, I figured little jiggly tits was going to seat me while I waited, and Deanna would ask for me by name. “Connor,” I replied, and little cutie-pie wrote it on her list.

“Connor, what a nice name,” she replied, giving me flirtatious little smile. “Right this way.” She grabbed a couple of menus and led me deeper into the restaurant. As I followed her I got the meaning of her t-shirt. The ‘Hot Stuff’ on the front tied in with the ‘Try BuzzBees Killer Wings’ written on the back. Gee, and I thought it had been referring to the temperature inside that steaming little cunt of hers. Silly me.

Some kid had just finished taping down the brown paper table cloth as Hottie ushered me into a booth. She placed the menus down, grabbed a crayon from the plastic cup filled with the waxy little things and scribbled the time on the corner of the table.

“Is your friend that’s joining you male or female?”

“Female.”

She looked a little disappointed when I said that. “I’ll bring her right over when she arrives.”

“She’s already here,” I heard Deanna say as she appeared next to Hottie and casually slipped into the other side of the booth.

“Oh good—that makes things easy,” Hottie replied, seeming a little flustered by Deanna’s confident entrance, not to mention her attractive appearance. I think Hot Stuff was probably used to getting a lot of attention from male patrons. As usual, Deanna looked fantastic. Something about hairdressers—they sure know how to look good when they go out in public. I don’t think the youngster knew what to do next as she looked Deanna up and down enviously. “Uh, Matthew will be your waiter tonight. He’ll be here shortly.” She turned and looked directly at me as she spoke again. I gave her a typical Connor Young smile and nodded. “If there’s anything at all you need, just let me know,” she said, the mischievous look in her eye told me that she was offering more than just being able to fill my water glass.

“You made it,” I said, turning to Deanna as Hottie trotted off back to her station.

“A free meal with a handsome young man—of course I made it,” Deanna replied, a grin on her face.

“You look great.” She certainly did. Her curly light brown hair fell in cascading waves about her shoulders. I had noticed when she slid into the booth that she wore a nice pair of slim-fitting jeans, the warm denim deliciously caressing her full thighs and curvy bum. She had on a cherry-red blouse which hugged her generous C-cup tits nicely, a couple of buttons open at the neck providing teasing glimpses of the upper swells of her breasts. I looked at her smiling face. Her makeup was beautifully done, making her look sensually glamorous without looking too over the top. It worked wonderfully with her casual attire which was bang-on appropriate for BuzzBees. Damn, she was cute as a button.

“Thanks,” she said, shifting slightly on her seat and putting her elbows on the table. “You don’t look too bad yourself. I love that shirt.” See, what did I tell you about the pink shirt?

“How are başakşehir escort we tonight, folks?” a young kid fresh out of a toothpaste commercial said, reaching across our table and grabbing a crayon out of the plastic cup. I always wondered why they invariably said “How are WE tonight?”, as if I was going to invite him to join us. I used to get pissed off about it, but as I got older, I remembered the sage advice of my friend, Andy, “Just let it go, Connor…just let it go.”

“My name’s Matthew.” He started to write his name upside down on the paper tablecloth, finished with a flourish, and then popped the crayon back into the cup. “Can I start you folks off with something to drink tonight?”

“That’s pretty impressive,” I said, looking at his name scrawled before me.

“What’s that?” he asked, his toothpaste smile shining in my eyes.

“The way your can write your name upside down like that.” Both he and Deanna looked down at the crayon scribbling. “Of course, with your name, Matthew, it’s basically the same upside down as it is right-side up.” I guess it was the writer in me coming out, but seeing the combination of letters printed out had caught my eye.

“Hey, I guess you’re right,” he said, looking back and forth along the line of letters and seeing how you could just write the letters in reverse and it would look basically the same from the other side. “Wow, that’s pretty cool.”

“I’ll have a beer,” I said, wanting to get on with things. “What about you, Deanna? What would you like?”

“Two beers,” she said, holding up two fingers to the kid.

“Uh, you want two beers yourself?” the kid asked, totally perplexed. I smiled at the confused look on his face.

“No, just two beers total, Sport,” Deanna said as young Matthew nodded and stepped away.

“I think you impressed him with that name business,” she said, flipping open her menu.

“His name is basically an ambigram that looks the same from either side. I’m surprised he never noticed that before.” I opened my menu and quickly scanned the myriad middle-of-the road offerings, typical for a place like this. “What are you gonna have?”

“I feel like a big salad.”

“Sounds good. I think that’s just what I need too. How about we split an order of wings?”

“If you want to get some, I’ll have one or two. I’m trying to watch my figure.”

“I’m trying to watch your figure too,” I said playfully, an exaggerated lecherous grin on my face.

Deanna laughed and flipped her menu closed. “See, that’s exactly why I could never go out with you.”

“I’m curious. After you said that on the phone, I was wondering exactly what you meant. I’m not a bad guy, you know.” I smiled and held my hands up to show my angelic innocence. “What is it?”

“You’re a great guy, and I know there are many women who would fall for you like a ton of bricks. I just don’t want to be one of those women.”

“I know this isn’t a date or anything, don’t worry about that. But I still don’t really get it.”

“That little hostess for example.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice how she was flirting with you?”

“Well…uh…”

“That’s it exactly. Women like that—and not just young girls like her—are gonna flirt with you all the time, and at the point I’m at in my life, I don’t want to be competing with that all the time.”

I nodded, finally understanding.

“Don’t get me wrong, Connor,” she said, holding her hands out apologetically, “I know you love it. You love the flirting, the attention you get from women, and I know you love to give women just as much attention as they give you. Basically, you love all women, don’t you?”

“I…I…” I stammered, holding up my hands in resignation, letting her know there was no way I could deny what she was saying.

“And that’s fine.” Deanna gave me a big beaming smile. Like my mother, she seemed to know me better than I knew myself. “That’s just you, Connor, and that’s the man who I consider a good friend. But would I like to date you? No fucking way.”

We both laughed at her expletive, and it really took the edge off this topic of conversation. I reached forward and offered my hand. “Friends?”

She reached forward and shook. “Friends.”

Matthew arrived with a couple of frosty mugs of beer and took our order: a big house salad for Deanna, a Caesar salad for me and a plate of Buffalo wings.

“So what is this big business venture?” Deanna asked after we each took a slug of our beers.

This was it—the moment of truth. I either told her the truth right now, or weaseled out of it with some lame-ass lie and called the whole thing off. I took a deep breath and made my decision. “Well, it’s not really a BIG venture. More like a one-man show, actually.”

“And does this ‘one-man show’ involve you?”

“Uh…yeah. I guess you could say that.” I pulled out my phone and scrolled through until I found something I’d downloaded. It was the ad I had first put online to advertise myself as “The Face-Painter”.

FACE-PAINTER, Well-hung white male willing to provide face-painting services. 6′-3″, 215 lbs. Clean and safe. Over 10″ of thick cut cock. If you are interested in having 12-20 shots of cum covering your face, respond to the e-mail address below. Serious replies only. Discretion expected and ensured. PRICE: $200/load.

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“Who the fuck is she?” I yelled, throwing another dish towards him, but it only hit the kitchen wall. “Tell me now!”

“I don’t know who you are talking about, Sandra,” he answered, with his head peeking out in the kitchen doorway as the rest of his body remained hidden.

“Don’t lie to me!” I screamed, stomping my feet

“I swear, I’m not seeing anyone else. I’ve been faithful to you.”

With his phone in my hand, I marched to him. A picture of some naked chick in his pictures glared at him. He looked at my six foot figure and his hands clenched.

“So who the fuck is that? Your whore you’ve been screwing behind my back?”

I had no idea what was going through his head as he stood there, but mine was bright red.

“Answer me!”

His head leaned down and with no words being formed.

I slapped the shit out of him. “How dare you, Mark? I moved over a thousand miles so we could live out here and so you could have this job that occupies you sixty hours a week. Are you telling me this is the thanks I get?”

His face turned back to me with an open mouth and grinding teeth. “At least I’m not spending every last penny that comes into this house on clothes and other stupid shit,” he told me, waving his arms around. “I fucking work hard every single week so you can spoil the shit out of yourself, while you don’t lift a finger to bring in a little money. When the fuck do you think you are gonna get a job and stop just being a hole in my pocket?”

“You think I need this stuff you bought for us? This oven, that refrigerator, those dishes?” I asked, jetting to the cabinet and grabbing several more dishes.

I turned back to him and he stared at me with widened eyes.

“This material shit you supposedly bought for us means nothing to me,” I made clear, just before I dropped them all.

“What the fuck, Sandra!” he yelled, looking at the floor full of glass.

Then I pulled out a giant pair of cutters from a drawer under the cabinet. I made my way across the kitchen to the oven, pulled it out and unplugged it.

“I’m not bullshitting you,” I told him, just before I cut the power cord on it.

“That cost nine hundred dollars, you stupid wench! What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, as his hands flew to the back of his head.

Then I dropped the cutters, leaped over the glass and pushed him out of the way. I sprinted into the bedroom and he followed. I bolted into my big closet that was about ten feet across.

“What are you doing?” he asked, entering the bedroom with me.

I seized a lot of dresses, shorts and blouses and dropped them on the floor. I drifted to my dresser and retrieved a pair of scissors.

I went back to them, grabbed a dress and looked at him with the scissors on it. “This shit means nothing to me. You think just buying me this means you can cheat? Think again,” I said, before I shredded it into twenty pieces.

“Fuck!” he yelled, bringing his arms forward. “Was that the one that cost three hundred dollars?”

“No, four hundred actually. It means nothing to me compared to you,” I told him, bending my knees down to the floor.

My hands snatched a pair of shorts. “Nothing at all,” I made clear, cutting them too.

“Hey, stop that!” he yelled, running towards me.

His hands failed to come to me as he went through the shredded pieces of clothing on the floor for a minute. His head angled up and we glared at each other with our eyebrows down and our teeth biting our lower lips. Then his head rose up.

“I’m done with you, I want a divorce,” he told me, walking towards me.

We both began grinding our teeth and then we inched toward each other until we were two feet away. Unexpectedly, my slit got wet.

“Fine, you got it. Divorce me if that’s what you want. Then go stick your cock inside that slut.”

My head dropped down and my eyes saw a major hard on.

My head rose right back up. “Or, why don’t you just fuck me right now, prick?” I asked, dropping the shorts and scissors.

He gave me a dirty look. “I’m not gonna fuck you. I’m getting rid of you now,” he reported, moving his feet away from me.

I seized his arm with eskort bakırköy my left hand and his cock with my right. “Then why is your cock so hard? Just because the ‘D’ word was uttered or just because fighting gets you turned on? Fuck me right here, right now.”

“Did you hear what I said? I’m divorcing your ass now, simple as that. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, now kiss me.”

We kissed each other and it lasted for over a minute. Over the duration, my breasts felt his grasp.

Then his lips parted from mine. “I hate and love you so much right now.”

“Noted, now quit fighting and fuck me.”

Our lips zipped together, and our arms wrapped around each other too for a few more minutes. We remained close to each other as we both kept our eyes closed.

He took his lips off mine. “I’m gonna fuck you as hard as you hate me,” he mentioned, taking me right to the bed and pushing me down onto it.

He came to my shorts and ripped them and my panties off me.

He undid his pants. “You wanna be fucked, bitch? I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you all night long,” he made clear, taking off his pants and boxers.

His knees met the bed again and he leaned up.

“You wanna tear clothes up like a dog? I’ll fuck you like you are a dog,” he told me, snatching my torso and turning me around.

“Get on your fucking knees now.”

A smirk shot across my face as I raised myself up to my hands and knees. I felt the tip of his hard cock rubbing against my butt and then my head turned to him.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what, dickhead?”

“Yes, take it, hussy!” he yelled, shoving his cock right into my twat.

“Fuck that’s good, shove it in deeper and transform it!” I screamed, grabbing the blankets.

His hands found their place on my butt and his cock quickly slid back out.

“Give me more pussy juice,” he demanded, rubbing his cock.

His eight inch cock slowly made it’s way back my entrance and crammed itself right back in there. I felt like my heart crashed down.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’ll give you more pussy juice!”

Then his cock began thrusting in and out of my slit which caused vibration and both of us were leaning back and forth repeatedly. Letting his entire cock go in and out again, transforming my pussy into a cock throbbing machine.

“Son of a bitch, I’ve missed your big cock,” I moaned, with my hands grasping the blankets.

The bed sheets became wet from the sweat falling from my face.

I looked back at him. “Yes, get all worked up as you fuck me, motherfucker. Fuck your shopping addicted wife hard and make yourself pass out!”

“Trust me, I will, because I still love you,” he told me, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and taking it off himself. “I’m gonna cum inside you and knocked your pretty ass up.”

I smiled at him greatly and all my teeth showed as my heart shifted from dying into dark black to blossoming into bright red in a matter of seconds.

“It better be a girl, so you’ll have two women to deal with.”

He lifted me up with him. “It’ll be a boy, and you’ll love it that way,” he made clear, yanking off my top and tossing it on the floor.

His fingers slithered to my bra clasp and undid it.

“You have a problem with that, floozy?” he asked, pulling it off me and dropping it.

“No, you cheating bastard, but my pussy is the only one that your cock better ever sneak into, got it?”

“Yes, I do, now shut up,” he ordered me, pushing me back down and putting his palms back onto my butt.

His entire cock left my cherry again and my face met the bed. I rubbed against it as his cock reentered again at full force.

“Oh, fuck, that hurt!” I screamed, slamming my hands onto the bed.

“Take it, Sandra, take it hard! You’ll never ever forget what the presence of this cock feels like!” he yelled, thrusting his cock swiftly and leaning his head back.

With every passing thrust, more and more tears flowed out onto my face.

“Oh, fuck, that hurts, but it feels so damn good too! Get my lovely pussy used to that cock again and never leave it again!”

My heart felt like it was the ball eskort ataköy in a pinball machine jamming left, right and side to side too. His cock soared deep in there and he just kept slithering in and out as quickly as possible. My thighs became snatched onto with hands.

More tears flowed out and hit the bed. “Fuck, Mark, my pussy is aching, but keep going and get me pregnant. I wanna have your baby now! Not tomorrow, now, you motherfucker!”

The pain was fought through, and I grasped the end of the mattress. I held it with all my might to fight the pain and sensation mix. My medium sized boobs shook and became really cold as they went through the air.

Then I let my long dirty blonde hair fall out right in front of me, and the top of my head met the bed. I saw my landing strip covered pussy getting devoured by his massive cock. Gravity forced blood to rush to my head.

I yanked my head back up. “Are you gonna shoot or are you gonna keep torturing me?”

His cock exited my pussy and he turned my body around. He glared at me, but no words were spoken and he pushed me down onto my back again.

“I’m still a feisty motherfucker too.”

“You aren’t a mother yet,” he reminded me, crawling on top of me and inserting his cock back into my clit.

My eyes closed and my hands held onto his shoulders. He stayed close and his eyes focused on mine as his cock began thrusting at the speed of a snail.

“If you call me making love to you torturing you, then yes, I’m gonna keep torturing the woman I love.”

We made out for over ten minutes as my boobs got rather squished. His arms ventured right under me and held me very tightly. My body felt his on mine, and old feelings of when we were first married surfaced.

“I’ve missed making sweet love to you like this, just like when we were first married.”

“Do you still love me?” I asked, shedding a tear.

“I’ll always love you, I guess I just got bored.”

“Me too, Mark. Now let’s make our marriage a little more interesting.”

His torso rose up and his cock went on another heart pounding, thrusting adventure. My mouth opened up widely and several drops of sweat hit my face and boobs that fell from his head. A strong ache already made itself known in my slit, but for the prize to be delivered, I worked through it.

Despite the physical toll that had been taken on him, his cock jammed into my pussy faster and harder. My hands raced to his rib cage and grasped it. My finger nails dug into it slightly, but that wasn’t a distraction. Then our eyes locked, and we threw away the key.

His facial muscles worked out so a giant cheesing smile presented itself to me. No comment exited my mouth, but an equally cheesy smile was shot his way too. After a two minute staring contest, his smile faded and his face transformed into an aching one.

“Cum for me, Mark. Cum for the woman you love,” I demanded, wrapping my arms around him.

His entire body shook as I felt shots of cum flow right into my pussy. We both let out extra large exhales, and he put all of his weight onto me. His head landed right next to mine and his hands were on the sides of me.

My arms circled around him as we both felt each others strong breaths. “Are you gonna hug me back?”

His arms slithered under me and our lips became glued to each other. A long and overdue make out session transpired. Our lips didn’t part for over twenty minutes as we both had shut eyelids. The fire was felt on my pussy.

He pushed some hair out of my eyes. “I love you.”

“Then why did you cheat on me? Do you really think I’m that much of a spoiled bitch? I know we were bored, but to just cheat, why?” I wondered, with a teary eyed face.

His head came up and turned. “Let’s not do this. We just made up, after a huge fight where you destroyed thousands of dollars of merchandise. So we don’t need to fight anymore.”

“I just want to know.”

He took his cock out of my twat, got off me and stepped onto the floor. He took a deep breath and walked in a circle for a minute.

He looked at me. “It is not really your fault or mine. I just wanted to have escort sex with someone that wanted to be with me. You’ve been physically and emotionally distant since the move. I don’t know what else to say besides Amanda loves to blow me too.”

I leaned up. “So, you are saying it is my fault? Just because I’m away socializing and buying clothes, that is your excuse? Oh, and she likes to suck on your cock? That makes this okay?”

His arms rising up. “Fuck, I don’t know, Sandra! It just happened and she sent me those pictures, I didn’t ask her to. What would you like to hear? That I needed a replacement? I was going out to find a new wife that wouldn’t take all the money I have to my name?” he asked putting his arms down. “I mean really, what do you want to hear?”

I got off the bed, strolled to him and captured his cock. “Fine, you ensure I’m pregnant, cut off that marriage wrecking slut, and I’ll do something for you,” I told him, stroking his cock.

“And that would be?”

I glanced over at my destroyed clothes and the ones in my closet.

I turned back to him. “I’ll stop robbing the bank of Mark.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

Then my eyes dropped down to his cock. “And I’ll start sucking on your cock.”

I lowered myself to my knees and examined it for a minute.

“Damn, it is long and thick, what’s not to love?”

I brought my lips to it, rubbed them right on the tip and our eyes met.

“Remember, I want my stomach to get big,” I reminded him, just before his cock entered my mouth.

“Oh, shit, Sandra, you are an evil witch for holding out on me,” he moaned, bringing his hands to my head.

I used my tongue to slither around and massage it and my hands remained on the floor the whole time. Only about half of his cock occupied my mouth and my hands rested on the floor.

“Thrust your mouth for me, baby. I wanna feel it and I’ll cum down your throat,” he requested, rubbing my head.

So a fast thrusting expedition commenced with his cock going deep down my throat each time. Both of us exchanged looks and he blew a kiss to me. I smiled and sucked harder.

“Oh, that’s how I love it, Sandra, keep going.”

I moved my head from side to side multiple times as his hands maintained their position. Then his cell phone rang. His eyes looked towards it for a few seconds.

“I should get that,” he said, reaching for his phone. “You just keep busy, my beautiful wife.”

He grabbed it and answered it. Distant chatter was heard on the phone, but it couldn’t be made out.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna be too busy fucking my wife. I don’t have a time for a slut that only wants to fuck me on her schedule. She is actually giving me an unworldly blow job right now and it feels so fucking good,” he moaned, stretching his arms and legs out.

I took his cock out of my mouth again.

“Listen to this,” he said, putting the phone right next to his cock as his other hand stroked it. “I’m gonna shoot my load all over my wife’s face.”

I watched him with an aching, but pleasurable face.

“Oh,” he moaned, stroking his cock. “Here it comes.”

He sprayed his seed all over my face with five good shots and after he was done, I quickly wiped the cum away from my eyes.

“Give me the phone,” I demanded, snatching it from him just before he collapsed.

I brought the phone to my ear.

“Hey, harlot, Mark is my man and you are not stealing him from me! Find some other cock to suck!” I yelled, just before I ended the call.

Then I switched the phone to ‘camera’ mode and held it about a foot away from my face.

“Let’s see how she likes this picture,” I mentioned, right before I took a picture of my cum soaked face and tits.

I sent the picture and put his phone on the dresser.

I stuck my hand out towards him. “Don’t you ever cheat on me again, asshole.”

He grabbed onto it. “I won’t, bitch, but you are gonna have to help me clean up the mess you made though.”

“So do you forgive me?”

“Yes, but you are on probation,” he told me, just before he kissed my cum covered lips.

“I hope forever, because so are you,” I made clear, bringing him back to the bed.

We made love again and many more times after that until the sun went down. We eventually cleaned up the mess in the bedroom and kitchen. Let’s just say after that day, our marriage soared to new levels which included a beautiful baby girl nine months later.

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It’s the last day of our masters degree, and the class is celebrating in a pub near Sydney Central Station. Everyone’s letting down their hair after a tough couple of years balancing part time study with work and life. We’re gathered around a high table in the middle of the room. Lots of drinks have been drunk, and more are on the way.

I perk up when you arrive. I thought you weren’t going to make it but your sudden presence buoys my mood – along with all of the champagne.

Tall and slim, you’re so striking tonight. Red hair tumbling over your shoulders for a change. In class you wear it tied back. And instead of the short skirt that shows off your willowy legs, the skirt you’re wearing tonight is long and flowing, pleated and voluminous. The contrast is stark and it’s like I’m noticing you for the first time.

It’s strange how we haven’t really talked outside of class. You always hurry off home as if you’re late and in trouble, but tonight you have an unrushed air about you: free. I guess you have a leave pass from your partner.

The conversation flows around the table. People move around to chat with different people and when we get to talk, I üsküdar escort suddenly feel no desire to move on. I’m flirting as we sit face to face on our stools, and you seem to be too. I make you laugh a lot with stories from the last two years, our knees occasionally bumping as we talk. The other members of the class start drifting away one by one, and we become more and more focused on each another. I barely notice when the last of the group leaves, except for the feeling of relief that I’m alone with you at last.

I’m marvelling at your dress. The amount of fabric is astounding and it seems to be somehow increasing as the night wears on. The thing is now like a tent. “I could get under this thing and no-one would know I’m there,” I tell you, as I grab some of the fabric and lift it. “Maybe you should”, you reply, smiling. Instead I pull the fabric so it covers my legs, and shuffle my stool a little closer, our knees now interlocking and covered from view.

You arch an eyebrow but don’t protest. I try to give you an innocent look. We lean into each other as if we both know now is the time to kiss. şerfali escort You taste like cigarettes, but your tongue makes me tingle all over. I make sure your dress is covering my lap as we’re in the middle of a crowded pub and my hardness is coming on fast. I put my hands beneath the folds of your dress, placing one on each of your legs. They’re slender and wonderfully smooth. Despite my champagne haze, I notice a few people are glancing at us. We’re becoming indiscrete, but neither of us care.

The game plays out for some time, talking, kissing and touching, and eventually, beneath the yards of fabric, I move my hand up the inside of your thighs. You look me deep in the eyes as I reach my destination and I’m pleased to find your panties soaked. I massage you gently through the sheer fabric, making you moan quietly. You move your hand to the hardness in the front of my trousers and your eyes open wide, with sudden hunger.

“So what are you going to do with that,” you say. Now that we’ve crossed the line, we begin to talk dirty, describing what we’ll do to each other. You’re going to suck me dry and I’m going to fuck you right there on the table in front of everybody. This makes us laugh, but the crude turn of our conversation inflames me even more.

You explain that you’re in an open relationship, which I suspect is a lie. I’m not, but I still want desperately to fuck you. The time however is now very late, and if I don’t get home, I will have some serious explaining to do.

“I have to go,” I say. You look stung. “But you have to come with me. Come on.”

I pull you by the hand out into the warm summer night air. We walk quickly down Broadway a block or two and I lead you into a park far away from the street lights yet still surrounded by the city. I pull you to me and we kiss deeply, holding each other tight, our arousal rising like a tide. You push back and start grappling with my belt, yanking open the buttons of my fly and pulling my girth into the air. As we sink to the soft grass, once more I am beneath that flowing dress, this time removing your underwear, slick with juices, and pushing my hard shaft against you, not entering just yet. “Fuck me,” you whisper urgently, and finally I am inside you, diving into your depths. We grip each other hard, eyes locked in animal intensity, moving as one. Like we were always meant to be here.

When we climax together, crying out our release, my vision gets lost in the twinkling lights of the city. I slip through space and time as I pour myself into you.

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Carino went about her daily tasks around the apartment. She was just about done when she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door to a man she hadn’t seen before.

He wore a uniform with the name of the electrical company she had seen working there a couple weeks prior. He introduced himself as an employee of that company and told her he was there to replace all the electrical outlets.

She shrugged telling him, “It would be nice if they told us things.”

He chuckled saying it would make his job a lot easier. They both laughed she allowed him in past her and closed the door. He told her he would be shutting off the power here and there for a short period of time and suggested she shut down her computer.

She giggled and said, “No, that cuts me off from my friends.” Carino shut down the computer and let him begin his work, noting aloud she hoped he liked moving furniture. He laughed as he flipped the switch and opened his tool box.

Carino knew “Daddy” was due later that evening for dinner. She had most of it already prepared. She checked over it one last time before asking the electrician to tend to the outlets in the bathroom so she could bathe. The electrician told her as soon as he was done with the one he was working on he would be happy to take care of the ones in the bathroom.

She gathered all the things she would need for her shower, and waited patiently as he completed the task. He tipped his cap to her as he left the bathroom. “See, I aim to please,” he said.

She giggled and said she did too. Carino’s breasts brushed against his chest as she passed him in the hall. He blushed and she lowered her eyes. She told him she sancaktepe escort was sorry. He laughed. “The hallway is just a bit narrow.”

She quickly excused herself and closed the door behind her. Carino drew in a deep sigh, she really didn’t need a worker in her house. It would interfere with her preparation for “Daddy’s” arrival. She knew he would understand if things were a bit late, but she didn’t like him having to wait for anything.

She began to draw her shower. Once the water was running, she lit an incense and two candles. She turned off the light and stared into the flickering candlelight for a bit. She shivered. It was almost as though “Daddy” had touched her. She slowly unbuttoned her dress, watching herself in the mirror. She remembered a day when she wouldn’t have even had a mirror in bathroom. A smile came to her lips; he would like knowing what she was feeling.

As Carino let the dress drop to the floor, she heard the electrician gasp and say, “Oh my!”

She tried to hide that she had heard him. It was clear that he had moved into her room. She covered her mouth, somewhat muffling her laughter. She guessed all of the toys in her bedroom would shock most. She had laid out the toys “Daddy” had requested. Her laughter could no longer be contained.

She soon gathered her focus and began her shower. She closed her eyes as the hot water pelted her skin. She thought about what “Daddy” had told her would do next time they showered together.

She tried hard to focus on his face, more though his eyes. She turned to face the stream of water, letting it beat down hard ümraniye escort against her chest. She bit her lower lip and she could feel her breath growing more rapid. She shuddered as the bathroom door opened. She smiled thinking “Daddy” had finally gotten off work early. She picked up the sponge, poured some soap on it and began working it into a nice lather.

She pretended not to notice when the shower curtain was pulled back. She began to run the sponge on her body. She felt the blindfold being tied into place. “Oh, ‘Daddy’ is in the mood to play,” she said aloud.

His hands traveled over her slippery body. He took the sponge from her hands and began using it on her. There wasn’t anything on her he didn’t poke, prod or caress.

He positioned her hands on the wall of the shower. She wondered why he hadn’t told her to position for him. He knew that only excited her more, even when she knew he was going to say it. His hands pulled her hips back slightly more than they had been.

She felt fingers being forced into her ass. She moaned softly, whispering, “Please ‘Daddy’ fuck my ass.”

She felt his cock penetrate her ass in one thrust. Carino whimpered and began to meet his thrusts, pushing back on him firmly. His hands were still on her hips, pulling her back with more force.

Her body quivered and her fingers grasped helplessly on the tiles. She could feel her orgasm rising, and so could he. He stopped pumping into her, making her beg and plead for him to fuck her and allow her to cum. He said nothing just began plunging into her making her cry out in need: begging him to allow tuzla escort her to cum.

He said nothing. Carino struggled hard to hold back her orgasms, her cries for release went unanswered. Carino could no longer hold back and screamed out she couldn’t hold onto it any longer. Her body trembled and she could feel her knees become weak.

She whimpered softly and went to her knees in the shower when his cock was pulled from her.

She leaned her head back slightly and let the water wash over her. Carino’s thighs quivered, her breath labored, her knees refusing to allow her to stand. She knelt in the shower trying to regroup, finally reaching out for him needing to be calmed as only he could do.

Startled to find out he was not there, she pulled off the blindfold: her eyes trying to focus. She felt a shiver run through her body. She turned off the shower and stood up, carefully stepping out of the tub, looking around, feeling now almost that she was dreaming.

Carino wrapped a towel around her and opened the bathroom door as slowly as someone peering into the closet looking for the bogeyman. She almost screamed as she heard, “Daddy” call for her, as she walked into the hallway.

“What is it sweetheart? You look as though you did not expect me,” he said.

She shivered again. “No ‘Daddy’, I knew you were coming. It is just …” Her voice trailed off. She looked at him closely. His body wasn’t damp, his clothes didn’t cling to him. His hair was dry, even a bit wind blown. She glanced at the clock; she had been in the shower an hour. She looked at him.

“Daddy, shall I prepare your shower? I am running a bit late I need to get dinner going.”

He only chuckled, “Dinner can wait a bit. I have something I want to show you.”

He pulled the edge of the towel causing it to fall and pulled her to him, his hips grinding into hers. “Yes, little one, there is something I definitely want to show you.”

She glanced around the apartment, noting that she needed to talk to the electrician.

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Four Days of Anticipation (Part 3)

He circled the block numerous times. Bettie was not there. He attempted to text her. She did not respond. He checked his phone and noted that Bettie had called, but he had somehow missed it… He called, but there was no answer.

Was something wrong? Had something come up? Was she still available? Had he taken the day off of work for naught?

Relief washed over him when his phone rang and he saw it was her. “I was stuck at work with my boss, he kept me behind talking my ear off. I’m walking up the street towards you now….”

He watched her round the corner and approach his car. As she slid into the seat beside him, they kissed passionately as his hand held her firmly behind her head and her hand went to his rigid cock. After a lingering moment, they composed themselves and drove to Chris’ place nearby…

The door had barely closed behind them when they fell into each others arms, their hands exploring each others bodies as they kissed. Breaking the kiss and extracting herself from Chris’ embrace, she said “Wait here while I change…” and headed towards the bathroom.

Change? As if Chris’ cock could get no harder, he felt the painful strain at the front of his pants. Bettie loved to wear seductive, teasing outfits. She never failed to get his juices flowing. What would it be this time? The schoolgirl outfit? French Maid? A lacy teddy?

Bettie returned, wearing her new bikini. It was BEAUTIFUL, accentuating her delicate features perfectly! Chris felt his heart leap and cock throb as he took her in his arms once again, his hands and mouth exploring her entire body, his tongue running across her exposed skin….

Bettie felt her knees weaken, and she braced herself against Chris as his fingers, lips, and tongue activating her erogenous zones. He stood and lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his shoulders as he carried her to his bed, laying her down on her back. He fell on top of her, continuing to kiss her as he peeled the bikini off of her. His lips and tongue traveled down her body, stopping to suck her nipples, then traveled down to his intended prize, her beautiful atakent escort cunt.

Burying his face between her thighs, he began licking and sucking her with abandon, driving her wild. His hands reached up her body to continue teasing her erect nipples as his tongue explored her fleshy folds.

Chris’ cock was desperately in need of attention, however, and he soon stood and dropped his slacks. He couldn’t even bother with removing his shoes or stepping out of his pants as he began stroking the head of his cock across Bettie’s pussy and clit, moistening himself to enter her.

He slowly pressed into her, feeling her warmth. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist once more as he pressed inside of her fully. He felt his hips against her thighs, their pubic bones touching, as he began to slowly grind his hips against her. She whimpered as he began to thrust in and out of her slowly.

Chris simply could not contain himself. After having been teased all morning long, he felt the impending orgasm approaching all too soon. With a few strong thrusts, he quickly withdrew as his cock erupted in a geyser of cum! Thoughtfully, he had placed a hand in front of his cockhead to prevent getting his load all over Bettie. The force with which it spurted against his hand momentarily surprised him until he considered how much she had driven him wild over the last few hours. Bettie lay on the bed quivering. Though the encounter was short, it felt remarkable to have had Chris’ cock inside her once again.

Chris left the room for a few moments to clean and recompose himself. While sexually relieved for the moment, he intended to make their encounter a memorable one. Checking the clock, he saw that he still had a little over an hour left to spend with her. Returning to the room, he stopped and gazed down upon her naked body. She was lying on her side. His eyes traveled from her head to her toes, taking it all in. He loved looking at her. Her browned skin, her long straight hair, her dark nipples, her neatly trimmed pubic patch, her firm muscles….. he felt himself growing erect again.

He approached her, and positioned akbatı escort his hardening cock at her still wet entrance and slowly pushed himself inside her once again. After the two of them adjusted positions; he still standing, she lying on her side; he began to fuck her in earnest. He slammed his cock into her, eliciting long gutteral moans from deep within her throat.

She rolled over to her stomach, positioning herself on all fours as he took hold of her by the hips. He began fucking her with all of his might as she slammed her own hips back into his with each thrust. Her cries of pleasure reverberated throughout the entire home as the bed shook. Chris leaned forwards and moved his hands up her body, reaching around to grasp her by the nipples as he slammed his cock into her juicy cunt, his balls swinging and slapping against her clitoris.

Orgasm after orgasm wracked her body as Chris thrust into her with everything he was worth. Again and again his pelvis smashed into her buttocks. Having just recently cum, Chris was able to pound away at Bettie’s tight pussy wrecklessly, having no need to pace himself to prevent ejaculating. He took every advantage of that by mercilessly jack-hammering his thick cock in and out of her tiny body.

Losing track of time, Chris fucked Bettie with every ounce of strength he had. Bettie’s long, continuous howling was music to his ears as he pulled her by her hips back into him with each thrust. He slammed away at her as hard and fast as he could, attempting to bring himself off again. Bettie continued howling and moaning beneath him, cursing aloud, “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

Chris was standing on his tiptoes at the side of the bed, attempting to drive his cock into her even harder, when he felt a pain shoot through his back….. He stopped mid-thrust as the “twinge” coursed across his ribs. Bettie collapsed forward on the bed as he burst out laughing…. “I actually just threw my back out! HAHAHAHA!”

After stretching out, Chris lay down on the bed beside Bettie. He reached over and began stroking his hand through her long hair as she reached over and began gently stroking his aksaray escort cock. “Are you trying to get me going for another round”, he asked jokingly. With a familiar grin, she answered by taking his cock in her mouth, and beginning to expertly suck it back to life. Her soft, wet tongue gently massaged the sides of his shaft, his balls, his taint… as his cock returned to life, Bettie suggested, “You want to wear that device I bought you this time?”

“Want me to?” he asked, both knowing it was rhetorical. He leapt from the bed to retrieve the vibrating cock ring and placed it around his shaft and balls. Lying back down on the bed, Bettie began orally pleasing him once more. Chris loved having Bettie’s mouth on his organ. She was the only partner who had ever gotten him off orally twice in the same night. However, after all the days sexual activity, he knew he would be unable to cum solely from her talented lips and tongue.

“Why don’t you climb up on top of me so you can try this toy out as well?” he asked. Bettie slowly slid her way up his body, positioning herself above him.

“I need your help”, she said, as he took his cock in his hand and aimed it at her opening. She slowly eased herself down onto his fat cock as he tripped the switch of the bullet vibrator attachment that now rested against her sensitive clit. She slowly began grinding her hips down against his pelvis as Chris manually manipulated the bullet vibrator against her. As she rode him, he felt how incredibly wet she was becoming inside, as his cock moved around inside her tight vagina with incredible ease.

She leaned backwards, resting her back on his outstretched legs as they rocked their hips together gently, enjoying the sensations of their union. Chris then took her legs in his hands, sat up, and swung her around towards the side of the bed. He took his own position standing beside the bed once more as he began thrusting into her powerfully once more. The combined sensations of her wonderful pussy and the device he was wearing were sending him over the edge as he pulled out of her once more. His cock erupted one last time, sending gobs of semen across her abdomen and even into her hair.

Both of them remained still, panting…. until Bettie noticed the time and said, “I guess we have to get back to work now, huh?”

“Yes, unfortunately it is that time…” Chris replied.

“Thanks.” she said.

“No, thank YOU!” was his reply, as they quickly donned their clothes, gathered their belongings, and returned to their daily lives.

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Confused is putting it mildly.

My night with Trish and Bob had more of an effect on me than I realized. I couldn’t get it off my mind. I couldn’t concentrate on work or on helping my daughter get ready for her senior year in high school or much of anything else for the next week or so.

I saw Trish in passing, and she waved at me from her porch one morning as I was headed out of the neighborhood. Normally, I would’ve rolled the window down and asked if she needed anything while I was out. But I just waved back.

It was almost two weeks before we spoke.

“Nate!” I heard my name from the back yard. “Nate! Come out here!”

Trish was standing at her back fence with a shovel.

“What in the world?” I asked, running down to her.

“Look,” she said.

It was a black snake, five feet long and shedding its skin on her fence.

“Leave him alone,” I said.

“Kill him!” she shrieked. “That’s disgusting. Here.”

She handed me the shovel, and I just smiled.

“We’re not killing him,” I said. “He’s the reason we don’t have mice. Or rats. Or people hanging around our back yards.”

She looked at me like I was crazy.

“I’ll come get the skin when he finishes,” I said. “You’ll never see him again.”

I pointed to the woods behind our house.

“He’s lives in there,” I said. “He’s only borrowing your fence.”

We walked back up to her house, Trish walking backward most of the way, leery of the slithering creature taking its clothes off in her back yard. She was barefoot, wearing white short shorts and a skimpy red top that barely covered her tits and exposed her belly button.

“Love your snake-killer outfit,” I said.

“This is my outfit to attract my snake killer,” she said, still looking back.

We put the shovel away in Bob’s shed behind the house. The shovel was brand new, as were all the tools in the shed.

“I bet Bob would’ve killed it for me,” Trish said.

I laughed.

“No, he wouldn’t want to get aydınlı escort his shovel dirty,” I said.

She was smiling as we walked up her stairs. I stared at her ass. She gave it a little wiggle on the last step. She knew I was watching.

“Have a seat,” she said. “We need to talk.”

I tensed when I heard the words. She walked into the house and stayed for several minutes. When she came out, she had a pitcher of ice tea. She’d also taken her bra off.

Vixen.

She collapsed into a cushioned seat, which made her tits juggle a little. I had my sunglasses on, but she knew damn well I was looking at her nipples. She was still watching the fence.

“Bob and I are getting a divorce,” she said matter-of-factly. “I told him last week. He’s flying this week and I want him out when he gets back. I might need your help.”

I nodded, wondering if she meant help carrying boxes or help protecting her from Bob.”

“Sure,” I said. “Anything at all.”

“The party was the final straw,” she said. “I’d been looking for the right time. I haven’t been happy in years, Nate. Neither has he, but he sees me as a trophy, not a partner any more.”

A tear ran down her cheek, and I reached out to brush it away. She stood to meet me, took my hand and kissed it, sobbing silently.

I hugged her tightly and repeated my offer.

“Just tell me what you need,” I said, brushing her hair and resisting the urge to touch her ass.

She looked into my eyes.

“What happened after the party,” she said, but she left it hanging.

“Trish, I,” she put her hand on my lips.

“No, I need to say this,” she said.

“What we did was wrong,” she said. “Or rather, what I did was wrong. I can’t tell you why I did what I did. Any of it. I was so mad at Bob for being a drunk ass, and that’s exactly what I was. A stupid drunk-ass woman having a mid-life crisis.”

“Trish…”

“No,” she said. “Let me bağdat caddesi escort finish.”

She sat down and I could see right down her top. I sat down and tried to keep my hardening cock from getting in the way of our conversation.

“Bob was telling the truth about us swinging,” she said. “It was years ago, and I was a horny little housewife married to a big, tough airline pilot. He was a swinger before we met, and he talked about it for months and months trying to get me to try new things. Eventually, he wore me down. We started going to swinger clubs, and I don’t know, I just loved it.”

She looked at me and put her hand under her chin, giving me a sexy little smirk.

“Have you ever been tied up?” she asked.

I laughed out loud.

“Um, no,” I said.

She just stared at me.

“Do go on,” I said, smiling back at her.

“Ever been whipped by strangers?”

My cock was growing now.

“Ever watched a woman fuck a…” she stopped. “Never mind.”

“Damn, Trish,” I said, leaning closer to her.

“It wasn’t me,” she said, “I just watched.”

I reached down to adjust my cock. It was beginning to hurt.

She noticed and gave me a look like my third-grade teacher would.

“Have you ever been shared by a group of men?”

I just shook my head with my mouth open.

“Ever been with black guys? Multiple black guys?”

My chin was in my hand now.

“We can do this all morning,” she said. “There are pictures. There’s video. Ever make a porn video with an 18-year-old boy?”

I took a long gulp of tea,

“How long did this go on?” I asked.

“Four or five years,” she said. “I thought I was in control but I wasn’t. I was an addicted sexual animal. And I loved it. Bob loved it. We really were like animals, and we really were on the prowl.”

How long ago was this?” I asked.

“Before we moved here,” she said. “Bob got a little bostancı escort out of control. No, Bob got a lot out of control. All the things I told you I saw him do? It was worse than that. And he tried to get me to go along. I refused, and we’ve been drifting apart ever since.”

The party was her exit strategy. I was her tool. And we cucked her husband on the last real night of their marriage.

It was all clear now.

“Just tell me there were no hidden cams that night,” I said.

She shhhh-ed me. Then raised her sunglasses and winked.

“Might be hot,” she said.

I leaned back back in my chair and adjusted my cock again. She stood up and took her top off.

“So what do you think of my snake-killer outfit now?” she said, taking more more look at her back yard.

“I’ve always wanted to tell you that,” she said. “Well, some of that.”

She straddled my legs and sat on my lap, my hard cock right between her legs.

“What we did the other night was me shedding my old skin,” she said. “But I’ve never wanted to fuck somebody worse that I did you right then.”

She leaned into me, our sunglasses colliding as she kissed me hard.

“Let’s fuck right here,” she said.

My hand was under her ass, guiding her movements. Our lips were locked as our tongues plunged deep into each other’s mouths. We both took off our sunglasses as I picked her up, still straddling me. I carried her to the chaise lounge and dropped her onto the cushions as she began to tear her shorts off and I undressed as fast as I could.

I was on top of her before we could say another word, my cock sliding into her hot wet pussy as her legs wrapped around me. We fucked hard. She came, then I came, then came again and again, loud, wet and outside.

And somewhere in the noise of our love-making we kept hearing something else.

“Trish?”

It was coming from inside.

“Trish are you in here?”

“Oh God,” she said. “It’s Mary.”

Just then, the sliding glass door opened and there stood Mary.

She walked right out onto the porch, half smiling and half looking on in wonder. Trish and I were locked together, her naked body entangled in mine, her hair a mess and her hand still holding a handful of mine.

“Hey Mary,” Trish said, sounding like a teenager caught by her mom. “I guess I forgot you were coming over.”

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Next time I’ll check the memo.

I hate memos. They never say anything. There’s usually a dozen a day to read, sort, and file.

And they get lost.

That’s what I did with the Halloween memo. Actually, I probably threw it away. Without reading it.

If I had read it, it would have reminded me of the annual Halloween costume event at work. Everyone was to wear a costume. There would be a costume contest. And trick or treating.

Like I said, I never read it. So I dressed in my usual shirt, tie, and jacket and went to work.

I like to get to work early. There are fewer phone calls. And without the rest of the staff there, it is quieter. I was sitting at my desk in peaceful, and ignorant, bliss, when Carol, my secretary entered my office.

“What are you supposed to be?” she asked.

“Hard at work. And you are …?” I really needed to ask. Carol is thirty and was dressed as a cross between a Playboy bunny and a devil. She had a tight, low cut black leotard with a long red tail and horns. And hose. Fishnet stockings, which encased her luscious legs. She has a nice body that she usually hides under layers of clothes and bulky sweaters. There was nothing left to the imagination today.

“I’m a devil, silly. But you’re not wearing a costume.”

“I didn’t know ….”

“Memo number 03-645, Halloween festivities, which stated that we were supposed to dress up for the holiday. You know, one of those management things to build rapport and make us think it’s a great company.”

“Well, I missed that one. I’ll get it next year.”

“Oh, no. We’re judged as a department, and if everyone doesn’t have a costume, then the whole department is disqualified.”

“Well, like I said, there’s always next year.”

“Look, I didn’t dress like some sleazy she-devil to wait till next year. The winning department goes to Cancun and you’re not ruining it for us. Or for me. So you will be wearing a costume today.”

“Okay.” Great.

“So it’s time to make you a costume. Let’s see. I need your earpiece for your cell phone, sunglasses, and a pen cap.”

Who was I to argue? It seemed easy enough. And the quicker I got her out of the room, the sooner I could get to work. I assembled the required parts and sat back.

“Okay, Mark, we’re maltepe escort going to make you into a Secret Service Agent. A few quick changes ….”

Carol took the earpiece and moved close to me. I felt her breath on my neck and her breasts push against my back as she placed the earpiece in my ear and then ran the wire down my back. She placed the pen cap on lapel like a microphone. Then she put the glasses in place.

“Something’s missing.” She left the room and returned a few minutes later with a blue blazer. “Bill in purchasing will never miss it. He’s a scarecrow today. Pretty lame one at that.”

She walked around to me and slipped the jacket over my arms. She stood in front of me, brushing her hands along my shoulders, tugging at the sleeves. “You’ve been working out, haven’t you?”

“You look great,” she said. She laughed, a deep sexy laugh, as she adjusted her impromptu props on me. “We need just one more thing”

She pushed against me with her hip to gain access to my computer. The warmth of her body was nice as she leaned against me. Her thigh rested against my hand. It was warm and smooth. I was tempted to caress it, but reality slapped me in the head and I pulled my hand back. I could swear she was rubbing her butt against my crotch.

“We need to get you a badge.” She accessed my employment file and with a few keystrokes had a mock-up of a Government ID badge complete with picture. She printed the sheet and before I knew it had fashioned a badge to pin to my lapel.

“You look so cool. Just like those guys guarding the President. Se you later.” She rubbed her hand on my thigh as she left me.

It must have been the day or the costume or getting me to look likes some bureaucratic geek that was making her act this way. Carol normally was the most conservative and efficient person in the office. But that day, she was, well, flighty.

A few hours later she stopped by again, looking better and better as the she devil. “The judges will be here in a few minutes. They’re going room to room. Where are your treats?”
“Treats?”

“Candy, gum, whatever you were planning on giving out today.”

“I didn’t know …”

“That you were supposed to bring treats. You know Mark, for a smart guy, you pendik escort can be dense. Now, you owe me for this. Big time.”

She reached into a sack and pulled out a small bowl filled with boxes of raisins and nuts. As she arranged the bowl on my desk I peered down her blouse and swore I saw her breasts.

“What do I owe you?” I said as I reached for my wallet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it back from you later.”

Carol flicked her tail and wiggled her ass as she left the room. I tried to return to work but for the next two hours there was an endless parade of managers and others entering and leaving the room to judge my costume. They all gave me rave reviews, and everyone took a treat when they left the office.

I was so engrossed with my report that I didn’t hear Carol enter the room. She startled me when she spoke.

“Well, you missed everything today, didn’t you?”

“I guess so.”

“We won!”

“What?”

“We won. Our department won best costumes.” She ran to me and through her arms around me. Her breasts pressed hard against me chest and I pulled her close. My hands slipped down to the gorgeous ass I had watched all day.

“And you got best costume!”

“Me?”

“First of all no one could believe you wore a costume. And second, it wasn’t the usual pirate or bum outfit. So you won. Isn’t that great?”

“I’m speechless.”

We were still wrapped in each other’s arms, neither making a move to disentangle from the other. It was strange. We’ve always been casual with each other, but nothing more. No flirting. No teasing. Just co-workers. At that moment I couldn’t have told you if Carol had a boyfriend.

“Trick or treat,” she finally said.

“Now what?”

“I want a trick or a treat.”

“Well, I’m out of treats. Everyone in the office has stopped by that pail of candy you put on my desk and it is empty.”

“Then, I’ll take a trick.”

Carol let go of me, but before I could get too disappointed she pushed me into my chair. Her devil ears were slightly askew on her head, and a wicked smile crossed her lips. She swung her right leg over mine and straddled me. She placed both hand on my chest, rubbing my nipples with her palms.

“Well Mister secret agent, I’ll take kaynarca escort a trick.”

She leaned forward and kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips. Her boldness took me by surprise, but with a good-looking woman dressed in a skimpy devil costume sitting on my lap, I wasn’t going to argue. I kissed her back. Hard.

Carol started to thrust her pelvis against me and my hands slid down her tight leotard to her ass. She grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it open. She rolled my nipples between her fingers.

“I think you need to fuck me.”

Although I had been lusting after her for the better part of the day I couldn’t believe what I heard. “What did you say?”

“I want you to fuck me. Now! Here!”

Some things I don’t need to be told twice, and being told to fuck Carol was one of them. I stood up and lifted to her the top of my desk. She laid back and placed her legs on either side of me. I reached down and undid the leotard snaps at her crotch. Her fishnet pantyhose were the only thing between her cunt and me and I tore through the wet fabric, exposing her wet lips.

“Hurry, I need you to fuck me. Now, “ she pleaded.

I dropped my pants and grabbed my cock. I slid it against her lips, wetting it with her slick juice and slid it into her.

“Mmmmmmmmm …. That feels good. Fuck my pussy, Mark. Fill me up with that hard cock. Now.”

I grabbed her hips and started to slide in and out of her tight cunt. Her hips thrusted forward as my balls slapped against her ass. She reached behind me with her feet and pushed me into her. I thrust hard into her

“That’s it Mark, fuck me good. Pound into me. Harder. I’m going to cum.”

Carol propped up on her elbows to watch my cock slide in and out of her tight cunt. She threw her head back as her chest began to heave and she started to hyperventilate. She reached down and rubbed her clit ass I stroked into her. She let out a loud, long moan as she came. As she gushed over my cock I filled her tight cunt with my cum.

My cock slipped out of her and she stood up in front of the desk. Carol slipped her hands between her legs and scooped my cum out of her and brought it to her lips. She licked them, spreading my cum over her lips. She leaned forward and kissed me, slipping her tongue and my cum into my mouth.

“Come on lover, let’s get dressed and go to a real Halloween party. And I’ll show you a great time there.”

We got dressed and closed the door as we left my office.

Next time I’ll check the memo. No. I think I prefer a surprise.

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His eyes seem darker. I can’t seem to breathe. He raises a hand, cupping my face, says “I will see you in the morning.”

“What. Why?” It is barely audible.

“I will tell you then.” I watch as he turns and walks away.

I feel like everything has stopped. I can still feel his lips on mine. So what did I do. Why did he walk away. I may never know. He said he would tell me, but he may have just said that. I undress and get in the shower. As I am washing my body, it feels like every nerve ending is alive. I have never felt this aroused. Defeated, that’s how I feel.

I climb into bed, not interested in TV or reading. I fall asleep quickly into a dreamless sleep.

Knock knock.

I roll over. I am not sure why but I feel like crap. I am sad, and dispirited.

Knock knock. The knocking is louder and more insistent. I open my eyes. Oh yea, the room, the kiss, and the emptiness after. I stumble to the door. As I am standing there, I can see myself not opening the door. I can just say “Go away.” And climb back in bed. I know I should do this, but I also know I won’t. I am weak. I open the door, there he is. The problem is I have just woken up. My hair is all over the place.

“Wow. You look beautiful.” His smile is almost mocking me.

“I know I am not beautiful. Thanks though.” Sarcasm drips off every word. I walk back into my room. Glancing at the clock, I see that it is almost 5. I turn and say “You couldn’t get out of here fast enough last night. So you decide to wake me up at 4:45. I really don’t understand you at all.” I plop down on the bed. I am wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

“Trust me you don’t want to.” He stands in front of me, I try to stand, he grabs the upper part of my arms and pulls me up and into his body. His head bends toward mine. Before our lips touch, he swiftly pushes me back and I land on the bed. Wide eyed I look at him. I have never seen him in anything other than dress casual. Now he stood before me in red plaid pajama bottoms and a plain white shirt. He grabs my feet, taking my sweat pants in his hands, he removes them in one quick motion. Naked from the waist down, I grab the hem of my shirt to cover myself. He grabs my wrists in one hand, the hem of my shirt in the other, and pulls the shirt over my head. All I can hear is my pounding heartbeat and my shallow breaths. In this moment, I realize, içerenköy escort I am exactly where I want to be. I relax. I am laying on a bed, in front of a man I barely know.

He pulls his shirt over his head, and lays down beside me. He gathers me into his arm, and gently kisses me. I feel the blood in my body begin to heat. As soon as his lips touch mine, I have a hand in his hair, I am plastering my body to his. I can not get close enough. My breath hitches, I want to touch him, I want him to touch me. My hands explore his face, down his neck, to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat under my palm. I gather courage and slide my hand lower. At the top of his pants I slowly slide my hand into the waistband. I feel soft springy hair. Then I feel something very hard. The heat radiates off of his cock. His skin is so soft and silky. I grasp his hard cock in my hand. He deepens the kiss. His hands cup my breast. He pulls on my nipple, I whimper. He begins placing soft kiss down my throats to my nipples. He opens his mouth and runs his tongue back and forth over their peaks. Suddenly my entire nipple is in his mouth, he sucks hard. I bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. He bites down on my nipple, oh my, it is almost painful, just when it begins to be too much. He releases it. At the moment he released my nipple, I reached a peak. My orgasm is magnificent. When I became aware again, he is smiling down at me.

I roll to my side, take a deep breath, and snuggle into his chest. His hands are running up and down my back. Slowly caressing me. After I get my bearings, I see he is still standing at attention. I slide up to a sitting position. I bend my head slowly toward his member. I part my lips, lick them slowly, as I lick my lips the tip of my tongue nips the tip of his erect cock. The quick intake of breath reaches my ear. I open my lips and slowly glide my mouth over his head onto his shaft. I can’t reach the base of his cock, so I extend my neck. I feel him sliding even farther down to the back of my throat. I raise my head and ease him out. I swirl my tongue around the base of the head. I can not describe the taste. I suck out a few drops of pre-cum.

I only make six passes on his cock before he grabs my upper arms and flips me to my back. I open my legs as he positions kadıköy escort his body between them. I can feel him at the opening. He slowly begins to enter me. I can feel how wet I am. As he eases into me, moving deeper with every second. As he is completely buried in me, I begin to feel the quickening inside me. He flexes his hips, and I explode. He begins to move inside me, I can feel my orgasm gaining strength, as my muscles clinch on his rod deep inside me, I feel his explosive orgasm.

Minutes pass, maybe more, he slowly eases out of me, pulls me to his chest, and as he is stoking my back, I fall into a satisfyingly deep sleep. When I open my eyes, the room is light. The bed beside me is empty. The only evidence that he was here is the stickiness in between my things, the soreness of muscles long out of use, and a white t-shirt. I pick it up and slip it on. I can smell his scent. I go to the restroom, and look in the mirror. My lips are swollen, my eyes look over bright. My hair is mused and tussled. I can not believe what I just did. I look for my phone, find it on the floor beside the bed. No missed texts or calls.

After a hot shower, I am beginning to feel more human. I decide to eat then head to the venue for the wedding. I put makeup on, and head to my car. As I get closer, I see something under my wipers. I get closer and see a single red rose. It is a little wilted, I pick it up, smell it, the place it in my vase on my dash.

I arrive at the wedding in time to instruct the decorating crew and the catering crew. My mom looks so beautiful. In now time at all, the wedding is over and I am back in my car. I smell the rose the instant I open the door. I go back to the hotel, I’m not up to driving home.

I arranged to stay another night during the reception. I have checked my phone all day. Nothing. I have decided to send a text, I just need to know.

Hey. It’s Lauren. How was your day?

I send it and head to the bath. As I am soaking I let my mind wander back over last night. I can still feel his hands on me. Why hasn’t he texted? Why do I want him to so bad? As I am drying my body off, I can see a few bruises. You would think I would have noticed getting them. They were a light blue and a little tender. I walk out onto the balcony after I wrap myself in a towel. kartal escort The evening sun warms me.

I have not heard a peep from Dixon all day. The thoughts running through my head are insane. He thinks I’m a slut. He is married. He didn’t enjoy last night. I am about to get seriously depressed when my text alert sounds. I run to my phone and look at the message.

Honey. We will miss you. Thanks for all your help. Love Mom

I type out a no problem, and call downstairs for a bottle of wine. I do not drink much, so I’m not sure what to order. So I end up with a Pinot Grigio and a glass. I flip on the TV and watch Last Man Standing reruns. After the second glass, I’m actually laughing. The third glass makes me giggle. I stand to go to the restroom and feel lightheaded. I decide that’s enough for tonight. I flip off the TV and lay down. When my head hits the pillow, all I can smell is Dixon.

What did I do wrong? What can I do to fix it? Is there a way to fix it? Slowly I drift off to sleep.

I heard a sound. What was that noise? I sit up and my head spins. Wow, note to self, no wine! As I am recovering I hear the sound again. The door is being opened and it is catching the chain. I stand, and slowly walk to the door. “Hello?” I call out.

“Lauren, it’s me Dixon. Let me in.” Comes the deep reply.

I don’t move. I am still buzzed and now I want to cry. Why is he here? I just want to lay back down. I do not want to think about this. I do not want to see him. If I open the door, I know what I will feel. I know what will happen if he touches me. I take a deep breath and slid closer to the door.

“Dixon. What do you want? I am tired. I had a long day.” I can hear a Trimble in my voice. It’s not the way I want to sound. I want to sound cool and aloof. I have to keep my wits about me, and all I can think of is last night, or the night before. I’m not sure what time it is. I hear a soft rustling, and then, “Please Lauren. I need to see you.”

I open the door a crack, I am still not sure, he grabs the door and opens it. I take a step back and look down. I feel the air move over me as he walks in and shuts the door. I am assaulted by his scent. I close my eyes. I feel his fingers on my chin tilting my head back up.

“Lauren. Please look at me.” He whispers.

I open my eyes, look above his eyes and half smile “Yes?”

“Please, don’t shut me out.” He is still whispering.

I sharply inhale, “What? What do you mean don’t shut you out. I have not heard from you at all. All day. I woke up and you were gone. So why don’t you reevaluate who is shutting who out!” My voice wobbles embarrassingly in a few spots. I am almost yelling.

“Babe, let me explain.”

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I walk into the crowded hotel lounge in San Juan and push my way to the bar. Young people are everywhere. The music is so loud that it is hard to hear what they are saying. Everything is in Spanish and I am obviously not Puerto Rican. Most of the people move aside for me and are politely ignoring me. Finally, I get the bartender’s attention and order a Jack and water. The first sip is welcome. Watered down, but mostly a good taste. Cigarette smoke is heavy in the dark room and I look over at the dance floor. There, through the thick smoke, people are jammed together, dancing to the salsa music. Lights blink on and off and it is like going back in time, to an old disco.

I hear Spanish everywhere and laughing and good conversation. People are enjoying themselves everywhere in the bar. On stage is a salsa band that is playing loud and sweating and full of fun energy. My foot taps to the beat and I cannot help but feel the thrill of the crowd. I want to dance.

I look over the crowd of beautiful, overdressed dark-haired women, hoping to find either a familiar face, which is unlikely, or at least someone who looks friendly enough to want to dance with a middle-aged, balding gringo. I can dance well enough, but this is a land of dancers. I am not a beautiful man, not one of the sleek dancers dressed in open silk shirts who can spend hours dancing with one of these lovely women and then whisk her away to make love to her until the sun rises. These beautiful girls can have their pick of the bold, energetic men who would love to dance the night away. I am not even competition.

I turn from the dance floor, deciding that this is probably not the place for me. I am about to finish my drink and wander back out, when I spot a lady across the bar. She is blond, not unusual, but striking. Her face is beautiful with full red lips and dark eyes framed by shoulder-length hair. Her cheeks are soft and full and her ears are rounded and just peek through strands of hair. She wears silvery earrings that sparkle when light from the stage reflects off them.

She looks to be in her late twenties. She is approached several times while I watch, mostly by young men who seem to know her. They ask her to dance. She shrugs them off. She would be a prize to flaunt, but she apparently does not wish to be seen on anyone’s arm. When she smiles at each man, her face lights the area around her. Each man is hopeful, but gets the same response. Each man goes off to find a more willing partner.

She looks down, during a brief moment when not being begged to dance and then glances up and across the bar. She spies me looking at her. She smiles. I cannot help but grin back foolishly. Then she looks away again. I decide to stay for one more drink, just to watch her some more. The bartender delivers my order and I glance up at the band again. Then I turn back to the bar and look across. She is gone. Probably finally found the right guy, I think.

I smell jasmine perfume next to me. I turn to find the source. She has moved to my side of the bar.

“I saw you staring at me,” she says with a Spanish accent. She smiles. Her eyes are deep blue and lined with rose colored makeup. Tiny silver sparkles are dabbed around them and make her eyes seem huge.

“I am sorry,” I stutter, caught by surprise. “You are extremely beautiful and I could not help but look.” She smiles shyly. She wears a dark dress that is sheer, but not completely transparent. Her body is slender and she is well proportioned, obviously in excellent shape. The dress covers her from her neck down to below her knees, showing just a hint of lovely calf. The dress is slit conservatively to her knee and is made for dancing. She wears a pair of dance heels that match the dress. The heels are tall enough to bring her to nearly my five foot ten inch height.

She looks back at me, forcing me to look directly into her eyes. The music fades around me and the other raucous voices fade to murmurs. It is as if the room has suddenly emptied.

“You are obviously dressed to dance, so why don’t you go out to the floor with one of these handsome men?” I ask.

“I do not care for them,” she replies. “They are all young and dangerous and would not çekmeköy escort dance with me properly.”

“What do you consider to be proper?” I ask.

“Proper includes making love when one dances. Salsa is a very sexy dance and I wish to make love with the man who can dance with me.” Her voice is deep and her accent thrills me. Her r’s roll ever so slightly when she speaks and each word is carefully spoken.

I am unable to reply. I can only smile and quickly take a sip of my drink to cover my nervous smile. I have visions of her exquisite body against mine.

“Why do you say nothing?” she asks. “Do you dance?”

“I do,” I say finally. “I love to dance.”

“Then take me to the floor and dance with me.” She turns and offers her arm to me. I take it and guide her through the crowd to the floor.

The band is ready to start a new number and we find a place at the corner of the floor. Young men everywhere are startled to see her out here with the middle-aged man and smirk. But they are in awe. I can see them wondering what line I must have used. They are also thinking that I must be a relative or a close friend, because they have never been lucky enough to dance with this beauty.

The music is a merengue. She turns and slides into my arms. She looks at me and I lead the first step. My right arm goes around her waist. My left arm is up and holds her right hand. We step together and our movement is fluid. We step and spin and I quickly learn to lead her. She is an excellent dancer and we both smile at the way we have learned the rhythm together. Our bodies move closer together until I feel her thighs pressed against mine. Her head finds its way to my shoulder and we spin, first slowly and then quickly. Fast. A space clears and we move toward the center of the floor. We dance now as one person. She follows every lead and we never miss a single step. I am filled with desire and becoming hard, moved by the scent of jasmine and the closeness of this beautiful woman.

Her hair is soft and as I step back to spin her, it brushes against my face. Each time she turns, she smiles seductively and brushes against me. The dance continues for us alone. We have created our own world. We spin and dance and laugh with joy at each other and at the outside world. My hand rises around her and her back is strong and slender. She is not wearing a bra and as she moves back into my embrace, I feel her hard nipples poking at my chest. She steps back into me, rocking against me with each step. She knows that I am hard and I am certain that she can feel me poking at her waist with each step. I am excited beyond belief and can think of nothing but this partner, who dresses so conservatively on the outside. She is an animal, tamed but just barely. Her teeth bare as she smiles and I can tell that this will be my partner for the evening, if I can keep up.

Next, the band plays a salsa. I no longer lead. We dance. We move to the beat again, stepping in time and moving our hips. We come together and then separate. She moves her hips and steps smoothly from one side to the other. I lead her back and then follow her forward, fast and in time to the music. I can see her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. She lifts it slightly so that the slit opens higher on her thigh, now. Her legs are soft and smooth. She follows me as we clear an ever larger space on the dance floor until we have lots of room to dance. We begin to sweat, lightly at first, but our energy is apparent. We are given more room. Our dancing tells the story that everyone on the floor wants to be part of. We are beginning to make love and this is the foreplay. The music gives us the speed of our activities and we develop the methods. I must have this woman in every possible way. She has become a part of me, a need and all of my desires.

I begin to understand why she does not wish to dance with the younger men. They could never understand this dance. They could not wait for her. This is the beginning, the foreplay, the start of the mating. It should take a long time, not be over in a brief moment. Bed is the climax. We will find our way there, but only after we cevizli escort have known each other completely. I am ready for her.

We dance for hours. I drink water to replace the liquids I have lost. She does the same. Once every few songs, we move to the bar to rest and to talk. Mostly, I just stare at her, taking in every part of her body. I cannot think of spending the night without her.

Finally, we leave. She tells me that it is time to go in her sweet, seductive voice. We go outside into the warm night and hail a cab. I am exhausted, but awake and ready to finish the night with her. We sit in the back of the old cab and she directs the driver to her apartment in Condado. The ride is short, but she leans against me, her hot, sweaty body pressed against me. My arm is around her shoulder and when she moves, I feel her breast under my hand. It is round and perfect and the nipple is still hard, poking at me. She kisses my ear and then my cheek. It is a tender kiss. Her teeth nibble at me and near my lips, not quite touching them.

We arrive at her apartment. She hands me the key and allows me to open the gate to the patio in front. We cross the patio and again I open the door to her apartment building. I hold the door for her as we enter the foyer and she turns to me. Her arms are around me and she kisses me hard on the lips. Her mouth opens and her tongue shoots out into my mouth. One leg is up around my waist and she pushes at me while gripping me hard. I reach under her and pull her dress up to her waist. She is wet and her panties are extremely moist. The silky lace is soft and I push it inward against her pussy. My other hand pulls at a hard nipple through her dress.

Suddenly an apartment door opens. A face peers out. “Todo esta bien, senora,” my lady says. She giggles. We were nearly caught. She grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs. We run to the third floor and cross a marble hallway. I hold up the keys and she chooses the right one, then stands back to let me open the door. Her arms go around me from the back and she pushes at me again, her teeth nibbling promises around the back of my neck and ears. I am excited beyond belief. We will finish this night the way it started. It would last forever.

As we pushed the door in, I glanced back. Another older woman is peering at us with a disgusted look on her face. My lady turns and sticks her tongue out at the face and the door instantly slams shut.

Finally, we are inside! We close the door and tear at each other’s clothes. She pops buttons on my shirt, tearing at it, then claws my belt off and opens my pants. Instantly, she is on her knees, her dress sliding down over her breasts, down her strong thighs and then to the floor. She takes me into her mouth and sucks, at first. Hard and then probes the tip of my penis with her tongue. It is slightly painful, but as her hand massages the backside of my cock, it becomes even harder. She tries to push her tongue inside the tip. What ecstasy! Her hand rubs harder. I reach down and pull at her hard nipples. The areolas are dark against her white skin and her nipples stand away from her. I pull harder and harder at them as she reaches behind me with one wet finger and pushes it hard into my ass. I climax almost instantly, shooting deep into her throat. She swallows me, her eyes bright as they look up at me. My knees are weak, shaking. But I have not finished.

Fortunately, the walk to the bedroom is short. She is holding onto me as we move quickly to that room. Her dress has been forgotten at the door and she wears only panties and her heels. I push the panties down and stand her in front of me as I sit on the bed. I grab her breasts and pull roughly on them as I drag her toward me. My tongue darts out to taste her pussy. Her hair is moist and blond and neatly trimmed short. She pushes at me. Her pussy grinds into my face and my tongue slips underneath to probe her soft lips. The fine hair rubs against me as I push deeper into her. She is wet and scented. The smell fills me and I probe even deeper inside her.

A groan escapes her lips and she grinds harder. She still feels the hard salsa beat and erenköy escort each thrust is a new form of dance. Her heels tap in rhythm on the hard floor as she holds my head, guiding me deeper and deeper inside her. Suddenly, she stops. A louder groan this time, as she tenses. Her body is a hard cord and she pushes at me, cutting off my breath for a second. Her legs squeeze me hard and she begins to shake. The groan turns into a series of loud moans and she comes. Her pussy is now sopping wet and I lick eagerly, tasting her over and over. My hands pull on her hard nipples and continue to massage her breasts. The shaking continues as her head tilts back. Her grinding has stopped but she is hard against me. My tongue works hard to keep her at her peak for as long as possible. Her hands pull my head hard into her, gripping my hair.

Finally, she relaxes slightly. She seems to sag, spent for a moment, but I know that recovery will be quick for her. I am able to look up and her mouth is slightly open. I stand slightly, brush my lips against her hot breasts and then stand further up to kiss her. Our tastes mix. My cock is now hard and stiff, pushing against her pussy. We are exactly the right height.

Hungry for more, now, she kisses me back. The kiss becomes a bite as her teeth come down hard on my tongue. She draws back, her teeth scraping the top and bottom of my tongue, cleaning off the wet juices there. My cock is now pulsing with excitement. Her bite is harder. She draws me toward her. I slip between her legs and my cock splits the lips of her pussy as it pushes at her.

She reaches behind me now and probes my little hole with her fingers. I tense, she pull her hand away and licks a finger. It is wet with saliva. She reaches back down again, her head over my shoulder; legs still wrapped tight around my waist. Her hand drops down to probe my ass again, and this time her finger slips in. Slowly, she massages my hole as I clench around her finger. My cock is throbbing now, aching and slipping deeper inside her. I feel the walls of her pussy and they also clench, grabbing me and pulling me deeper. She settles onto my cock and her back arches. She moans. Deeper I slide until I am completely buried inside her. The juices slide down my cock and wet my balls now. Her finger pushes at me and is also buried deep.

I ache. I moan with her. I lift her up slightly and then drop her back down onto me. Our moans get louder and I do this again. I am buried deep inside her and can feel her pussy pulsing, squeezing, tighter and tighter, forcing me as deep as I can get. I begin to spasm and my balls start to tighten. My moans are louder as she forces her finger into me and pushes me deep inside her. My stomach begins to tighten against hers and our rhythm becomes a shaking spasm. Her head is thrown back and she growls. She is nearing a climax again, starting deep inside her and moving out. The heat increases. Her skin is hot against me.

I lose control and begin to come. Spasms shake me and suddenly, my body stiffens except for my hips, which push hard with each shot into her. My ass is clenched tight around her finger. She has a final shake and then stiffens. Her body is taught and her pussy begins to open and shut on my shooting cock. Her finger pushes deep, uncontrolled and stiff inside me. I shoot more cum deep into, forced into an orgasm that seems to go on forever.

Finally, we slow in our dance. My knees are weak and I slowly let her out of my arms. Her legs unwrap and her heels click against the floor as they touch. She smiles, as do I. We are both glistening with sweat and it is obvious that she enjoyed this as much as I did. Slowly, she withdraws her finger and my cock twitches in response, then begins to sag.

Suddenly, I must sit. Fortunately, the bed is right behind us. I drop and my head sags. She smiles at me and leans down, taking my head in her hands, lifting it to kiss me.

“Now you know why I do not dance with just anyone,” she says in her accented, husky voice. “I hope that we can do this again very soon.”

I lay back and sleep. She goes to the shower for a few moments and I hear her humming softly as she washes herself. Finally, I rise, shakily, and follow her in. She smiles again and we wash each other. We carefully soap and rinse each other’s body, gently, caressing and lovingly.

Finally, we finish, dry each other in soft towels and retire again to the bedroom. We must sleep. The sun will be up soon and I will face the new day with little rest, but it will be peaceful and happy. Fulfilled.

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Veronica’s knee had been hurting for some time and today she finally got in to see the doctor. She had been here before and it was okay as doctor’s offices went. At least the chairs were comfortable – even if she weren’t. It wasn’t her bum knee that had her heart racing, it was seeing her doctor. He was so gentle and nice and always made her feel like she were his only patient for the day…. but all she could think about was getting him in bed.

Her mind drifted into one of its fantasies as she waited in the examination room. She could see him now, tall and lean with that warming smile that made her want to kiss him. Suddenly she was aware that someone else was in the room. She looked up and saw a new nurse, one she hadn’t seen before. She was tall and willowy, long chestnut hair and large brown eyes. Although her figure was slender she moved like a lazy cat and it made her appear very sensual.

The nurse introduced herself as Lacy and said the doctor would be in shortly. She went through the routine pre-exam things and Veronica found her touch quite disturbing. At least the feelings it stirred in her were disturbing.

After a few minuteshe walked in. He had on his long white coat and looked very professional but all she could see was him naked, touching her, stroking her. He asked the usual questions, checked her chart and then wanted to know why she was there. She told him about her knee giving her problems since she started running.

He sat down on the little step at the foot of the examination table and put his hand on her knee. Without thinking she moved her skirt up so that he could have a better kozyatağı escort look. She wished his hand wouldn’t stop, wanted him to move it farther up her leg to where her bare pussy lay.

He suggested she get up on the examining table and lie down so he could manipulate her knee some and see if he could find out what was wrong. She nervously sat on the table, hesitating before she lay down. He moved her skirt up a little and smiled that knowing smile at her. His hands moved her knee around and stroked it gently. Now the fantasy started…. his other hand lazily slid down her leg to her ankle, caressing it as he went. She could feel the juices building inside her. Her eyes closed as her head began to swim with his touch.

He reached over to the intercom and asked the nurse to step in – oh well – end of fantasy. The door opened and in walked Lacy. Without a word Lacy moved to the foot of the table. Veronica watched her, wondering what she would do. She heard the sound of a zipper and realized that the nurse wasn’t in there to help with the exam. She felt his hand moving up her thigh and her legs moved apart ever so slightly.

This couldn’t be happening – her dreams coming true and more. His hand found that soft skin on her inner thigh and stroked it slowly, coming so close to her increasingly wet pussy but never touching it. Lacy sat on the little step at the doctor’s feet and Veronica could only hear the sounds that were being made. She knew those sounds so well…a mouth moving up and down over a cock…caressing it with her tongue – she knew and she küçükyalı escort wanted to be a part of it.

His hand found that warm wet place where dreams come true. He moved his fingers over her clit and down into the wetness so slowly that she thought she would die. Her hips rose to meet his strokes and a moan came from somewhere inside her. She closed her eyes again listening to the sounds of sex and feeling the touch she had wanted so badly.

Suddenly he moved away from her. Placing his hands under her hips he moved her down to the edge of the table. She could see his cock, hard and waiting. Lacy came around to the side of the table and took his cock in her hand. Slowly she rubbed it on Veronica’s clit then guided it into her pussy. It was so hot and hard and he moved into her so gradually. She tried to move towards him but could not, she had to endure the torture of waiting for all of him to be inside her.

Lacy moved her hand away from his cock and began to massage Veronica’s clit – the sensations were too much to handle. Her clit was so swollen and throbbing – her pussy longed for all of him inside her. Just when she thought she would scream there was more. Lacy leaned over her and began to kiss her belly, moving downward in slow circles with her tongue. Just as she took the full length of his cock Lacy sucked on her clit. She came in a torrent, wave after wave of shock, pouring over her like molten lava.

She couldn’t take anymore but it didn’t stop. Lacy licked her clit as his cock moved in and out of her more rapidly. She had never mutlukent escort known it could be this good – had never had two people give her such pleasure. Lacy was skilled at her work as was the doctor – both of them moving in a rhythm that had Veronica going over the edge again and again.

He pulled out of her as Lacy continued the assault on her pussy. He moved behind Lacy and pulled up her uniform skirt. Her bare bottom was there waiting for him – her pussy just as wet and juicy as Veronica’s. He drove into her pussy forcing Lacy’s face further into Veronica’s pussy. Lacy licked and sucked on Veronica’s clit with an expertise that comes only from knowing a woman like a woman.

Each time her drove his cock into Lacy she sucked Veronica’s clit a little more, now flicking her tongue over it, now pushing her tongue into that sweet pussy. She could hear his breathing and knew he was close. She wanted his cum, wanted it all over her face. For the first time she spoke…. begging him to cum in her mouth.

He withdrew his cock from Lacy and moved it into Veronica’s mouth. There it was – the taste of a woman. She had wondered how it would be and it was sweet and bitter at the same time. She sucked his cock as he moved it in and out of her mouth. She reached down for Lacy’s pussy and felt that wonderful sweetness she had only felt on herself – never another woman.

She could feel his cock start to pulse, she knew he was cumming, she wanted it all, wanted to drink every drop of his sweet fluid. Just as he shot the warm cum into her mouth she felt Lacy shudder with orgasm. It took her over the edge again – once more into that blissful place of surrender.

The room was hot and steamy and she was drenched in perspiration and sex juices. She pulled her fingers from Lacy’s dripping pussy and put them into her mouth. What joy that was – the taste of man and woman together.

Somehow her knee just didn’t hurt anymore. It was the best and easiest cure she had ever had.

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