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Hands on top of my head, I try and catch my breath. My vision returns to normal, and I make my way down the steps. I hate stair days. Feeling the sweat roll down my back, I’m glad I took off my shirt after the third set. Somewhat composed, I look back up the flight of stairs. I skip to the next song on my playlist, and am relived it is this song. I close my eyes and let the music surge through my mind. Motivation consumes me. My eyes shoot open. Taking the steps two at a time, I sprint up. Landing on the summit I give out a warrior cry. This battle has been won. I skip to the next song, the beginning of my cool down. I stow my motivation deep down. Every muscle below my waist burns, yet I force myself to keep moving as I calm my breathing.

Movement catches my eye. Its eleven o’clock at night, the park is always empty at this time of night. A woman is standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me. She is wearing black running shorts, a neon green sports bra, and multi colored running sneakers. Her strawberry-blond hair is up in a ponytail. I notice headphones dangling in her hand. She is breathing heavily as sweat glistens off her chest and arms. Realizing I’m shirtless, my immediate reaction is to cover up. But something deep down inside urges me to stay as is. I feel an awakening in my shorts. I think to myself “thank goodness I’m wearing compression shorts underneath.” She’s half way up the stairs by the time my mind refocuses. She walks slowly toward me, our gaze never breaking. Standing in front of me, she pulls down on my earbud cords; I forgot they were in. The quiet of the night is only broken by our breathing.

“You really hustled on that last set.” Her voice is soft, sweet and intensely sexy. “How many was that? I only saw three.”

She was watching me? “I started stairs a few weeks ago. I only did five,” I admit.

A smile draws across her lips. “That’s not too bad for a beginner. Got one more in you?” Her taunting does not escape me. A switch turns on in my head, as my inner Dom begins to stir. I step closer to her, and pass her. Our arms slide passed each other, the moisture from our sweat lends to no friction.

I begin making my way islahiye escort down the stairs. I hear her footsteps falling behind me. Staring back up the steps, I realize it is barley wide enough for two people. Whoever gets the lead in the beginning will have to maintain. This is going to hurt, I inwardly confess to myself.

“Ready?” I ask with a smile.

She wraps her phone with her headphones and sets them on the ground near the bottom of the stairs. I follow her lead. Standing shoulder to shoulder at the first step, both of us looking up the stairs.

I ask “What does the winner get?”

I look over at her, she smiles never looking back at me. “Winner gets to call the shots…GO!” she shouts and giggles as she begins bounding up the steps.

A split second later I’m urged forward. She’s taking two steps at a time. In my attempt to gain on her I take three at a time. She crosses the finish one step ahead of me. We are both attempting to catch our breath, and I’m reminded of her answer ‘winner gets to call the shots…”

Once I’ve gained my composure and see she has too, I finally ask. “Call shots to what?”

She faces me full front, smiling she walks close to me and places her hands on my bare chest. Awaiting her next move in eager anticipation, I’m driven mad with curiosity. She leans toward my ear and whispers, “Pull your shorts down.”

She steps back, folds her arms and smiles at me. I call her bluff, hook my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts and push them down. I kick them off, and stand there in black compression shorts and my shoes.

“That’s it?” she teases.

“You said shorts, you didn’t specify,” I return in kind.

Her lips part as she smiles bigger. “Obviously he wants to get out. The compression shorts can only hold back so much of your erection.”

Her blatant step into sexual territory excites me. “It’s not as easy to hide arousal when you’re a man,” I say.

“You’ll get to feel how turned on I am soon,” she raises the call.

The prospect of touching this sexy stranger causes my already hardening dick to strain against the fabric. I pull the compression shorts down and off and toss them aside.

Standing there naked, aside from my sneakers, the coolness of the night hits my body. This in no way eases my erection.

“You looked so sexy running up those steps. I needed you in my mouth,” her words drive me wild. She steps closer and gets on her knees in front of me. Looking up at me with her beautiful eyes she begins to lick from the base of my shaft all the way to the tip of my dick. “A salty treat after a nice workout; my favorite.” Her warm breath wisps past the tip of my dick. In one quick move she jams her mouth around my entire dick. She pushes her mouth to engulf every inch of my hard on. Her eyes close as she expertly works her mouth and tongue. Her hands caress up my thighs, over my hips and make their way to my back side. One hand cupping one cheek each, she pulls my dick deeper into her mouth and I feel her gag a little. She slowly pulls her head back, looking up at me. My dick slides out, her wet mouth drips down onto her chest. She stands up, my dick sliding down her body as she does.

“On your knees,” she commands.

I do as instructed. She steps closer to me, my face inches away from her body. She removes her shorts, standing above me in the work out bra and white cotton panties. Placing a hand on the back of my head, she shoves my face into her pussy. I feel her warm pussy through the thin fabric. She begins to grind her sweet, salty, warm, wet pussy against my mouth as I push my tongue forward. Feeling this she lets out a little moan and begins to grind harder against me. Her salty sweat becomes instantly overpowered by the sweetness of her arousal. She looks down at me; our eyes interlock as she fucks my mouth. She forces the panties aside, exposing her soaking lips. I stick my tongue between them, feeling her pussy from inside. Her juice begins to drip down my chin as each movement of her hips forces my tongue in and out of her. She stops with my tongue just outside of her pussy lips, looking down at me I recognize that look in her eyes. Her head jolts back as she moans loudly. I feel her sweet nectar drip out onto my tongue as she comes onto it. Her face moves forward looking down at me again as I feel her thighs quiver. Two quick shudders ripple through her body as she begins to collapse down into my arms. Her juicy wet pussy sits on top of the shaft of my dick, I wait, longing for more.

“Your tongue felt amazing inside me,” these words make my dick pulse under her. “I felt that,” she smirks at me.

Her hips begin to gyrate again, this time against the top of my shaft. Her mouth finds mine as she forces her tongue against mine. We kiss quickly, our tongues rolling over one another. The tip of my dick teases the opening of her pussy with every grind from her hips. She moves her hips back just a little, letting the tip of my dick flick up against her clit. She pushes me onto my back, the cold pain of the cement adds to the pleasure of this exotic moment. She places her pussy over my dick. Her throbbing lips slide back and forth over either side of my hard shaft. The tip of my dick exposed to the night air. She pushes the workout bra up over her breasts; her perfect breasts. One hand reaches behind her as she begins to gently massage my balls, her other hand on my hard stomach. She begins to grind her hips, her pussy sliding back and forth on my shaft. The tip of my hard cock slides under her clit with each passing thrust. Looking up at this fantastically sexy stranger riding my shaft, my balls tense as I’m about to lose control. She feels this in her hand, and quickly looks into my eyes.

“Cum for me, you sex god,” Her voice like silk in the night. I let go, my warm come shooting out all over my stomach. She feels the pulsating of the underside of my dick between her pussy lips and against her clit. This causes one last orgasm in her. She rubs my come against my stomach, and then across her breast as she unleashes her sweetness onto my shaft. Her grinding pace does not let up, as she moves her amazing breast to her mouth to taste my come on her skin. With a few more strokes of my dick with her pussy, she gets up, pushes her bra back over her breast and pulls her shorts up over her legs, and over her fantastic ass. She bends over and kisses me nice and long.

She leans back, looks me in the eye and whispers, “Thanks.” She turns to the stairs and jogs down. I lay there naked on the cold cement; a pool of sweat surrounds me like a halo of pleasure. Stair days are the best.

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And now she waits in the quiet of the room. How was she to know that only a few short years past, she would run into Him in a casual chatroom. And within those few intervening years they would fall in love and make a life together. At first he did not seem to be part of the conversation. Yet she noticed certain traits and patterns that he had. How he hovered at the margins of the conversation and only occasionally tossed in the odd pithy comment or double entendre. Some went unnoticed. Others were so damn funny, or at least they were to her. And yet he was not the same as other men. He did not move into the conversation hard and try to dominate it. Nor did he try to suggest getting to know her better with silly one- liners or even smooth ones for that matter.

At first she took as much notice of him as any other man. Hell, there were enough men around who could give her all the attention she needed. Besides, she enjoyed the conversation with her girlfriends. Sometimes, they were the highlight of her day. She came to find herself looking forward to breaking up her day by popping into the chat room and finding the regular crowd of friends. She loved being a mother, a wife and her own woman. Yet something was missing. And a little distraction was harmless was it not?

But through the weeks she came to enjoy and look forward to another presence within the room. He wasn’t obvious. Oh, his timing of showing up there was predictable enough. In fact, it made it easy for her to arrange her time to be there also. And she started to play with him a bit. She responded to his humour; played off his double entendres. And frankly, enjoyed imagining what he was like. Was it an exercise in fantasy she thought? Lord knows how some of the online personas turned out to be completely different when you met the person behind them.

And somewhere along the way, she found herself drawn and challenged. From what she had talked to with her girlfriends, she found that he had not tried to pickup any of them in private messaging. This intrigued her. What was his pattern and motive? Did he simply like to chat with others within the chatroom or was his motivations deeper than that? So, against her own shy nature, she started to lay out subtle comments and innuendos to see if she would respond. She told herself she was simply being playful. But to her surprise, he responded to her hidden innuendos with grey and complex answers full of hidden meanings. Did this mean he wasn’t interested? This she could handle. After all, she really wasn’t looking for a iaison. Or was she? So time after time she laid out the bait; and found her own self at the end of the hook. Her emotions bounced between frustration and intrigue.

Yet in that too and fro something happened. She found herself learning from him. He offered her glimpses of him one day only to show her islahiye escort something else completely different the very next. Here was a man who could talk philosophically in one breath and be totally primal in the next in his conversation. Yet he did it a abstract way. Sometimes she found she had no idea of where he was going with what he said until hours after reading it, if at all. She felt as if she were a moon being drawn into a tighter and tighter orbit to a planet.

Then one day, something unexpected happened. She propositioned him in a offhand manner and to her surprise he accepted. Now she was caught in the trap of her own making. Or was it? Either she said yes, and that was something that she had convinced herself that she had not been looking for, or she pushed down her anxiety and said yes to him. And she made a decision that seemed as natural as breathing. She wanted to meet him. If anything, just to see who and what he was. And if anything came of it, fine. If not, she lost nothing. And in that moment, the first step on the path was set. Little did she realize it would turn out to be a path that would change her life completely.

So only after a few weeks of banter, he suggested that they meet someplace entertaining and neutral. And after some to and froing, it turned out to be a small jazz club fairly close to her house. It took some doing, but she was able to make excuses at home that she was out with girlfriends. She didn’t know what exactly to wear, what was proper or what she would be comfortable in. It had been so long since she had been out on a proper date per say. In the end, she decided that casual was best but with a bit of something lacey and slinky underneath. When she arrived, he was already there sitting at a table in the club near the corner.

He didn’t spot her at first; he seemed entranced by the Blues that was being played by the local cover band. She used the opportunity to take a close look at him before he noticed her. Lord knows that she could have turned away at that moment and he wouldn’t have even noticed. But, she stayed. Why she really didn’t know. He was really quite average looks-wise for a man his age: fairly short, brown hair and eyes, bearded, casually dressed also and with a certain presence about him. Some would call him dark and intense, however, the one word that came to her mind in that moment was *confidant*.

So she moved up behind him, weaving through the tables. What she really wanted to see was whether he would recognize her from the one photo he had seen. Of course, surprising him would be entertaining also. But just as she was about to come up behind him, she saw him smile softly in profile and heard his low voice for the first time. Without turning his head, he simply said hello to her by name and asked her to sit down as he pulled the chair out beside him.

At first she just stood there wondering how he knew it was her. Then he turned his head and stood up to her and leaned into her while putting a hand gently on her shoulder and whispered that he loved her perfume. He had remembered an offhand comment that she had made in the room about her perfume and had known it was her simply from that. So, in a bit of mild confusion, she sat down. And as soon as she did, he leaned into her and taking her chin with the tips of two fingers, raised his mouth to hers and kissed her fully yet gently. Then, he just as quickly released her.

The next thing she knew they were talking about everything and anything. This man seemed to know her. And of course, he did. They had been talking off and on for several months. But she never expected a man to listen, to *hear* her. Oh sure, he looked at her and complimented her on her appearance. But, he honestly held a conversation with her. And the time flew. The next thing she knew dinner was over and they were talking future plans over drinks while enjoying the music. The looked at her watch and realized 3 hours had flown by and she had to go home.

He saw the discrete glance at the watch and said he understood and would walk her out to the car. As he opened the door for her, he touched her shoulder and turned her to him again. As he did so, he clasped one hand in his and slipped an envelope in it as his mouth took hers. It was just a brief kiss, but one full of passion. And with a twinkle in his eye, he told her to get back to him.

A couple of weeks passed and at the time, she hadn’t known what to make of the *date*. And lets be honest, that is what it was. At the time she ended up in the parking lot of the restaurant with her hand shaking as she tried to open the envelope after he left in his own vehicle. Inside, she found a piece of paper, with an address, time and date written on it. In addition was as short note that told her it was her choice. She recognized the address as being a quiet B the sort of man she desires she is giving herself to. Very slowly he begins to caress her now stiff and protruding clitoris with the swollen head of his cock. Lightly up and down, taking his time, he teases her towards her own pleasure. Little shudders started to run through her while her white teeth clenched her red lower lip. He loves to cause that in a woman, giving her the freedom to let loose in front of him. And as he encourages her, she starts to quietly gasp through her plush lips, frustrated yet enticed by his restraint. Placing the slit at the end of his cock over her clit, he begins to lightly massage it with a small circular motion. Soon her hips begin shuddering with a building ecstasy, and her gasping turned into small moans of desire. He feels her trembling with anticipation beneath him as he bends and uses tongue on her sensitive breasts, as she climbs the slope to orgasmic release. Reaching down to her, he releases one of her hands from the silk knot holding it and pulls it down to place on her own clitty. And in a soft tone, commands her to touch herself for him. As he does so, he continues to go slowly, taking his time with her; teasing her with his cock.

He notices that it doesn’t take long for her fingers to start a familiar rhythm on her own clitty teasing into a hard bud as his voice becomes louder and more insistent in encouraging her. Her body begins to shake, scooting and wiggling and at the same time arching up towards him as she seeks to fill her hungry void by impaling herself on his hardness. He smiles again at her, pleased at her losing control, and hungrily kisses her yielding lips, and she mutters something against his devouring mouth and his cock. Breaking the kiss, she looked into his eyes and he sees a desperate need written in hers.

“Please, please put it in me” she whispers.

Groaning, he feels her smooth pussy so hot and slippery against the head of his cock and he has to again has to resist the strong urge to immediately push into her sweet, tight warmness. Her whole body starts to shake as he deliberately takes his time and slowly pushes his stiffness into her. Gradually her narrow opening gives into him and he hears her sigh of completion, of relief. The pulsating head of his creamy cock lodged just inside her, the passage eased by his own dripping precum. She is squeezing it so hard that it begins to hurt deliciously as she wiggles to settle into place. It feels so good that his entire universe narrows down to just his cock and her pussy. Her honeyed vessel is giving his cockhead sensations that drives him so close to cumming, that he freezes while fighting to maintain control. He restrains himself for he wants more from her than just a moments pleasure from this woman. Sighing at the sensation, the head of his cock seems to actually swell even larger while it felt like he has a piece of iron for a cock. His balls roll in anticipation in his sack, and the thinks that her tightness has caused him to become numb at the end of his cock! Gradually he relents and moves it in and out, taking the head all the way out before very, very slowly pushing it in again, and savoring the glorious feeling of penetrating her slick hungry tautness. Grunting in satisfaction at the look on her face as she stares up at him, he takes one of her large nipples into his mouth, and again begins to bite and suck the rubbery firmness. Her head tilts back, her moans louder through moist parted lips as she licks them. Unthinkingly, she wraps her long legs around him and he slowly worked another two inches into her, and then again slowly pulled it all back, torturing her with the tease of his length. It doesn’t take long just slow-fucking her like that until she is rubbing her clitty in harmony to his cocks thrusting in and out.

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This was it. This was the weekend she had waited for, had longed for, for so long. They had finally found a way to slip away from their respective spouses and business responsibilities, and now found themselves together, deliciously alone.

The conference was a cover, of course, but they had dutifully attended the boring panels, had pretended interest at the trade booths, and struggled through the dreary trade show as was expected of them. It was their cover story, and it must be made complete. Maintaining an illusion of disinterest in each other in their professional circles was hard enough, but the waiting was far worse. But now it was over, and it was their time. Time they had waited for, and time they certainly deserved.

The wine was beginning to relax her, and she settled back into the over-stuffed chair in her hotel room. He was just next door in the connecting room, so close but yet comfortably removed. Slipping off her shoes, still in her causal wrap skirt and a loose shirt, she walked over and knocked gently on the connecting room door. He opened the door, and his smile made her want him more, just as it always had.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he said as he stepped into her room.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked, smiling.

“Absolutely. Thanks.”

Taking a long pull on the wine, he looked at her, in that way he had, and just smiled. Setting the glass down, he walked over to her and gently took her glass from her hand. Holding her close, and gently caressing her back and bottom, he whispered in her ear, “You know how long I’ve waited for this?”

She murmured a reply as she nuzzled his neck. “Too long.”

Stepping back, he pulled the drawstring on her wrap skirt, letting it fall where she stood. Taking her hand he pulled her close again, helping her pull the shirt over her head. She could see the desire in his eyes as he looked at her, the first time she had been completely naked in front of him. She was petite and slender, and her breasts were full, firm and perky. Her tiny waist curved seductively to her perfectly portioned hips and tight butt. She let him look, unashamed and proud, for she enjoyed his stares. Her body was perfect and she knew it.

“God, you are beautiful,” he whispered.

Her wetness had begun, and now, with his obvious admiration of her naked body, she was more ready to have him than ever. She reached for his belt and undid it, and pulling the zipper down she wriggled his pants down. He stepped out of them and pulled off his button down shirt. Although he was a good deal older than she, he was tanned and healthy and in good shape, and her breath quickened when she saw his powerful chest and tanned, flat ab muscles. He dropped his shorts and they stood there, each naked before the other, unabashedly admiring the other. His manhood hung there, semi-erect and so thick, and she flushed a little at seeing it like this.

Their relationship had always had a sexual tension underlying their working together, and for quite a long time they ignored it, thinking that the other didn’t feel it the same way. They worked for separate companies within the same industry, and had worked together on several projects over the last few months. The sexual tension and undercurrents had always been there for both, yet they tried to put those feelings aside, and concentrate on the task at hand. It hadn’t always worked out that way. For months they just flirted, then graduated to playing slap and tickle, then maybe with a quick grope here and there, even kisses and some awkward and clumsy oral sex when the opportunity arose. They knew it would eventually lead to this and they just let it happen. They wanted it to happen. With this conference, they had planned for a long night of sensuous lovemaking.

“You’re magnificent,” she whispered.

“So are you.”

The late evening sun shone brightly through the blinds on their 15th story balcony glass doors, bathing the room in a subtle golden light, perfect for seduction. He took her hand and led her to the bed, where they both collapsed into each other’s arms. Their bodies pressed together, arms entwined, they stayed that way for a while, relishing and savoring this moment that had taken so long to arrive. She was so warm and soft, now pressed against his body, so hard and tanned. Nothing could spoil it islahiye escort now, no phone calls, no messages, no distractions. This was their time and they intended to spoil each other, to please, to tease each other, and then to completely satisfy each other at every level.

“Finally,” she whispered. “God, finally.”

His reply was to gently caress her lips with his, as if he wanted not only to hear her words but to taste them, to ingest her very spoken thoughts. Gently pushing her to her back, he began kissing her month, leaving little butterfly kisses across her regal, high cheekbones, ever so gently kissing her eyes, and leaving trail of white hot passion across her chin and down her neck. Her hands around his back, she let him command his lips in their march down the side of her neck. Her breath came in little moans, and she could feel the hot breath signature of his gentle kisses raising passions in her she hadn’t felt in a long time. His mouth had found its way to her sternum, and her nipples hardened in anticipation. As if on cue, his lips encircled her hardening nipples, and his tongue circumnavigated each one, leaving burning desire in its wake. Sucking hard on each breast, he could taste her lactation, as her breasts offered all they had to this man, her lover. Unsurprisingly, it was sweet and warm. He moaned as he swallowed her.

Hands on his head now, her moaning uncontrolled, she gently guided him to where she knew he wanted to go. A burning hot tongue traced a line down her trim, flat belly and explored her navel, biting the ridge and then moving on. She spread her legs ever so slightly to help him get the prize they both wanted him to have. Her downy soft fur parted slightly, and he could see that she was wetter now, drops of her dew glistened in the evening light, and he took a moment to look at her perfect being. Her head was titled back, her mouth open, and her eyes closed in anticipation as his tongue slowly, ever so gently and slowly, parted her labia, and scooped up some of her wetness and spread it on her now erect clitoris. A deep moan escaped her as her traced a circle around her clit, lifting it, and then sucking it into his mouth. Her clit and labia are now in his mouth, and he’s sucking the wetness from her and she can feel his hot breath on her pubic hair.

Parting her labia with his tongue, he slid a finger gently into her. Not deep, just enough to tease. Finally his mouth sought its prize and he pulled her entire pussy gently into his mouth sucking, and biting. She writhed on the bed, hands grabbing handful of sheets and her hips started to buck against his face. His tongue now inside her, he could taste her very essence, sweet and thick, and he loved it. She gave him her wetness as her vagina was washed by his tongue and her sex. He wanted her to cum in his mouth. She needed to cum. His tongue increased its pressure on her vagina, and then on her clitoris. She could hear a low moan in the room, and then she realized it was coming from her from somewhere deep in her being. The tension increased, and raced along her nervous system, from her nether regions up to her heart, she finally exploded in the first shuddering climax of the evening. He felt her shudders begin, and knew he wanted her organism in his mouth, tasting this most intimate gift this beautiful woman could offer him, as he indeed ingested her very being. Both hands on her hips now, holding her tightly against his face, he pressed harder with his tongue on her clit, still sucking and biting her gently, and she bucked hard against his face. He stayed with her, and never letting up, rode her wave of passion and release.

Panting, still in his grasp, she murmured, “oh, my God. You’re incredible.” Grinning, he nuzzled her neck, and whispered, “that was wonderful, and you’re delicious.” She turned to kiss him, and could taste her wetness still on his face. She kissed him deeply and passionately then, her tongue exploring his lips and mouth, her hand on the back of his head, pressing him to her, and she knew she wanted him now more than she ever had.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered.

He lay on his back and she reached down and felt him, teasing his erection, and gently messaging his balls as they hung heavily between his spread legs. Biting his nipple, she took his penis in her hand. It was surprisingly heavy, and as she felt him harden under her touch, she bent down to look at him. He was simply magnificent: he was huge, it seemed to her, longer than she had remembered from earlier encounters, and much thicker. Thicker than her wrist, she longed to have him – deep inside her, in her mouth, anywhere. She wondered if he would even fit inside her, but she was determined to have him. She would give him anything wanted, even if he tore or split her, she didn’t care. Feeling the throbbing hardness within her grasp, she slid her hand down his thickening shaft, pulling his foreskin back to reveal a massive, purple glans. A clear drop of presemenal fluid topped his organ, and she leaned down to take it in her mouth, savoring the sweet and salty, yet delicate flavor. She wanted to simply watch him, to see this magnificent organ, so alien to females. As she gently stroked him up and slowly down, she mapped his penis, she noted the size and location of every vein, every artery, every nuance of his manhood. Having never before seen an uncircumcised male, she pulled his foreskin up, covering the glans, noted how different a penis looked in its natural condition, and back down, pulling the glans into its flared shape.

“You’re beautiful,” she said.

His low moan was her only reply. Leaning over him, she pulled his foreskin up, and then in one fluid movement, took him deep into her mouth. Another low moan. She sucked him gently, savoring his taste, and feeling the fullness and hardness of this man in her mouth. He was so big she could only get her mouth around his glans, and she sucked and licked him gently. Still holding him in her grip, she pulled down, sliding the foreskin back while his glans was still in her mouth. Running her tongue around the flare of his glans, she began a bobbing motion on him, simulating intercourse, sucking his fluids from deep inside him tasting and teasing him at the same time. Her hand and mouth in motion, she realized after several minutes of this orchestration that she was stimulating him fully; sucking his glans while at the same time stroking his shaft, literally jacking him off into her mouth. His wetness now flowed continuously, and she savored and swallowed every drop. His hips began a rhythm all their own, in syncopation with her rhythm, and she knew he would reach a point where ejaculation was immanent; he would come, and there would be no turning back. He must have realized this too, because he didn’t want to cum so soon. After all, they had all night and they intended to fulfill every desire and passion they could. He gently touched her face and said, “come here.”

She came to him, her face glistening with their combined juices, and he kissed her deeply and passionately, tasting their passion cocktail on her lips and chin. The kiss was an expression of mutual thanks; of giving and receiving, each thanking the other for sharing the moment, for sharing their bodies, their passion, and even though they had yet to admit it, their deepening love for each other.

Now had come the time, now was when they would get the chance to at last consummate this affair. Completely, fully and without remorse. Lying on top of her, he entered her slowly, sliding all the way into her, in one long smooth penetration. He moaned, she gasped. There was no resistance, they were both wet enough, and ready enough for this act. Like connoisseurs relishing a new and unexplored wine, they savored each other. They stayed together like this for several minutes, not moving; him deep inside her, her feeling a fullness she had never felt before, both sharing so deep that it required analysis and study. He flexed his cock inside her, and she smiled as she realized what he had done. In reply she squeezed down on him, like good neighbors, returning the greeting. He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. “You feel so good,'” she cooed.

“You’re magnificent,” he replied.

Now he began to increase and quicken the rhythm, rocking in and out of her, taking different stroke lengths, first deep then shallow, and altering the pattern: first to the left, then to the right, now high up, now down. He could feel himself sliding under her cervix, and felt the end of her canal stretch each time he bottomed out in her. She began a long low moan that came from deep in her throat, as he was hitting all the right places, sometimes rubbing on her clit, other times slamming right into her g-spot. He was a master of control, and understanding the needs she had, he never let himself get too close to climax. “Ladies come first,” she remembered him saying.

“Oh, pound me now, please pound me.”

She opened her legs more to give him all access to her, she was his now, body and soul at this moment, and she needed him to give her all that he was. His strength, his sweat, his passion . . . all that must be translated into this single act of lust. It was the classic pairing of the yin and the yang. She would give him herself – tender, receptive, and he would give her himself – force and power. Her nails dug into the skin on his back, as if she needed to hold him there, keeping him inside her forever.

He braced his knees and began quickening the rhythm and the stroke length. She had asked and he would not deny her this. The entire length of his thick and hardened penis went in and out of her with every stroke, plunging hard into her deeply, and pulling back just as quickly, creating a vacuum in her that was filled with the next thrust. She opened her eyes to watch him taking her like this, as she had always wanted him to, her body rocking with the incredible power of each of his lust-fueled thrusts. She could see the sweat beginning to glisten on his chest, his skin flushing with the exertion. Feeling her gaze, he looked down, deep into her hazel eyes, and a spark seemingly jumped between them. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, although they weren’t sure what, they knew something had happened. Their souls joined in the same passion that their bodies were sharing. Harder and harder he stabbed into her, pounding, grunting, sweat from his chest dripping down onto her erect nipples. Her breasts were being rocked into a circular motion pattern as his thrusting continued, driving her deeper into ecstasy.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she recognized her voice, although she wasn’t aware of having said anything.

“Cum with me, now, cum on my cock,” he pleaded. It may have been his words, so crude and vulgar and guttural and animalistic, or it may have just been the right time. But at that exact moment she felt the wave starting to build, higher and stronger, and she knew, this second climax would eclipse the first.

He threw his head back, and with a low growling guttural roar thrust one last time deep into her as he exploded. His powerful hips locked in the forward position, as if he could go deeper, impossibly deeper into her being. She arched her back screaming, and with head back and erect nipples jutting skyward, her arms wrapped around his strong and straining back, she too exploded with all the pent up passions within her. She could feel his burning hot liquid fire invading in her in the deepest part of her, pulse after burning hot pulse, and it only added to the intensity of her orgasm. Wave after cascading wave of passion shook their bodies as they pressed their hips together, fused and joined, not wanting to lose contact, not wanting to leave that highest plateau of pleasure. Panting, hearts pounding, they fell in a heap, him still on top of her, she holding him close to her, pulling his weight on to her holding her fast to the bed, their nipples touching. Their sweat mingled and ran in rivulets down onto the bright white sheets. Their hearts pounded chest to chest, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they lay together. Still heavily breathing, he found her lips, and they breathed each other in, exchanging each other’s air as they had exchanged each other’s lust, sex to sex, heart to heart, lips to lips. Nothing needed to be said. It was their completion, a joining perfect and without equal.

At last they looked into each other’s eyes, and wordlessly confirmed that thing so taboo, so forbidden, not to be spoken. But it was there in the kiss, not to be denied. This kiss was of a different kind – of lust and passion, to be sure – but in this kiss there was something else, something more than afterglow. It was a kiss of souls joining.

Tomorrow is promised to no one, say the philosophers, and well they knew this. But tonight, in this first of many more explorations to follow on this beautiful evening, in this intense and loving embrace of afterglow, they had all the world. They had each other. They had joined.

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When they met they decided dinner and drink would be the best way to break the ice and allow them time to take everything in. They shared stories of growing up in small towns in different parts of the country and how although quite different the similarities were amazing. The more they talked the more they laughed and the subtle awkwardness was dissolving. They both were surprised to be here in this place at this moment but they both felt drawn to the energy of the connection and the attraction they shared.

He was not the most handsome man she has seen, not by half, but she found him so. She also saw herself as just an average girl from a small town but he called her beautiful.

That night when she went to sleep she dreamt of how they met, exchanging emails until very late in the night only to start again as soon as one of them woke. She was dreaming of how she would touch herself when their conversations turned more daring and how they made her warm all over.

The dream was so peaceful and seemed so real and in her dream he was ever so gently barely touching her pussy with his tongue. She could feel it softly slide across the lips, working its way to her clit. The anticipation was building.

When she opened her eyes she realized this wasn’t a dream, her pussy was very wet and he was looking into her eyes while his tongue continued to tease her pussy. He was trying to read her eyes and her body to determine what motions would bring her to climax. She spread her legs wide now that she was awake and ran her fingers gets through his hair while she let out a delicate moan. She knew she was going to cum again as the rhythm was building. She could sense his desire to taste all she had to offer. As he began to focus more on her clit he slid a finger gently inside keeping the same rhythm. With each thrust of karkamış escort his finger and movement of his tongue he was closer to her g-spot. She knew once he reached it she would cum very hard and pull him uncontrollably harder into her pussy.

She slowly caught her breath as he licked her pussy with the most delicate touch to keep the orgasm going longer than she thought possible. As she settled back into the rhythm of the moment she looked down into his eyes and said “Now I am going to worship your cock as well as you worshipped my pussy, so lay back and let me serve you.” He was shocked to hear her speak so boldly but she was so beautiful he found himself at a loss for words and simply rested back on the bed. As she worked her way down his body, kissing everything she thought would bring him deeper into that erotic state we all crave. She kissed his lips, down his neck and onto his chest. Where most women overlook a man’s nipples she saw it as an opportunity to tease a little, running her tongue around each one and giving them a little suck. While she licked hiss nipples one had had reached down and brushed against his cock. It was hard she could tell and she kept going, caressing his shaven balls. They were so smooth she took the slightest pause to think to herself how she was going to run her tongue across them to test how smooth they were.

She continued down his chest, kissing his side, and his stomach stopping just brief enough to run her tongue in his bellybutton. As she approached his hips she knew he was experiencing the most memorable of moments and she no longer questioned her beauty for his cock was as hard as it could be, the look on his face when she would look into his eyes was one of complete serenity. She took his cock in her hand and gently moved it straight up so she could take it into her mouth and he could watch her. But she didn’t just put it all in her mouth immediately, no she ran her tongue around the head making his cock wet. She licked the entire shaft almost as it was a piece of candy but she was far more gentle than you would be with candy. As she licked down his shaft she continued and licked the shaven balls.

She knew he was on the edge and would cum at any moment but wanted to make it last just a little longer so she stopped and kept very still for what seemed like eternity but was no more than a few seconds. As he relaxed she knew that the next build up would bring release so she came up and kissed him passionately for a few minutes and whispered into his ear just after she sucked on his earlobe and said “I want you to cum.. don’t hold back this time” and she slid back down and Drew his cock I to her mouth. She sat the pace and he wanted it badly. She knew he would have more than one orasm this night just as she knew she would have more. Deeper with each turn she could feel his cock, warm in her mouth, and new it was only going to take a few more strokes. She could sense it coming as his body tensed, as he touched her hair and touched her body.

As he couldn’t hold back any longer she could hear him say “Oh yes”.. “”Yes”.. “don’t stop” and he began to cum… She started sucking it with less pressure as she knew that it becomes sensitive immediately after an orgasm but knew he didn’t want her to stop. She would stop for just a moment and run her tongue around the head and then take it in slowly. He would shudder a little from the sensation but his cock was still hard. He wanted to kiss her so he touched her chin more to get her attention than anything and when she looked into his eyes she knew what he wanted and came up and began to kiss him passionately. As they held each other she could feel him relax completely and they continued to kiss. After just a couple minutes she sensed new energy, she knew he was going to go down on her again but this time was she became aroused he moved up and teased her clit and lips with his cock. Running it between her lips and across her clit. She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted to feel it deep inside, thrusting, moving.

When he slid it in it was still somehow unexpected. He went slow and when it was all the way in, and as they lasted chest to chest he became still and just looked into her eyes and said “You are the most beautiful woman in the world” and kissed her. As they kissed he began to slowly move his cock in and out and grinding deep, she could feel her clit rub against him. She was hot and wet and let out a delicate moan with each thrust. As the pace quickened she kissed his lips and neck. “More” she said “Oh yes”…” Don’t stop”.. she was moments always from an orgasm and as she did she could tell it was effecting him. He was becoming even harder, the thrusts more purposeful. She knew he was going to cum at any moment. He was intent on not doing so until she climaxed. That would be what would send him over the edge. She was flush and warm, sweat building on her neck and breasts. They both were breathing hard, with each exhale a gentle moan. Any moment now, it was building, she couldn’t stop it this time ecstasy had taken control. She let out a loud moan and tensed and on this queue he continued to thrust and began to cum as well. As they both moaned neither wanted to stop so they kept fucking through the orgasms, moaning together, lost in the moment.

They weren’t done yet, not by half… They both intended to make this time together one of exploring and satisfaction… They would take breaks from time to time and even venture out of the hotel but the real story is what took place following the initial introduction.

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After seven years of estrangement, I made peace with my father; a week after that, he passed away at the age of 77. William Fitzgerald the Fourth, the CEO of Fitzgerald Enterprises, was laid to rest. That morning, they had a memorial service at the nearby Protestant church, and then all the attendees drove out to bury him in the family mausoleum. Afterwards, everyone returned to the family mansion for a repast. Most people weren’t really here to pay their respects; they were just biding their time until the reading of the will.

I handed my car keys to a valet before heading into the mansion. My 2014 Ford Mustang looked pretty out of place amidst all of the Rolls Royces, Jaguars, and Maseratis. Still, I didn’t care about trying to fit in with all these snobs. There were tons of people eating food and knocking back liquor, most of them my father’s business associates and friends. Thankfully, not many people recognized me as William’s youngest child.

As expected my half-siblings were there. My father’s first wife had given him four children, each of them rotten as hell. As the natural-born children of the deceased, they commanded the most attention today.

There was my oldest half-brother, William the Fifth, who was effectively running my dad’s vast empire. Then came my half-sister, Margaret, currently on her third husband, and, from the looks of it, on her fourth martini. Of course I was able to spot my fat half-brother Devon near the buffet table. He was a United States Senator, and I was super-sure that he’d be the next one in our family to keel over. Lastly was my greasy, obnoxious half-brother Nathaniel, who worked as a sports agent; he was escorting some pretty blonde to the second story, probably to give her a tour of the upstairs…and maybe his downstairs.

I also saw my various stepmothers. My father’s first wife gave me the usual contemptuous look as I greeted her. My father’s third wife was actually happy to meet me. And then there was my father’s 35 year old widow, who was putting on her theatrical show of grief, which was hard to pay attention to with those basketball-shaped fake tits that she was displaying in that scoop-necked black dress. I didn’t even try talking to her.

At last, we were all ushered into the ballroom for the reading of the will. There were rows of chairs that had been placed inside for all the attendees. While my family sat up front, I sat in the back, hoping to be ignored.

The lawyers then began reading the will, and, I must admit, a lot of the reactions were amusing. Some of my father’s friends made out with golf clubs and guns, my nieces and nephews got cars and paintings, and my siblings got astounding monetary gifts. To my delight, my eldest stepmother only got antiques, my other stepmother got a valuable coin collection, and my father’s widow got the mansion.

As expected, the biggest shock was when my father left his shares of the family company to me. My family sitting at front of the room looked around frantically for my face, and when they spotted me, I got looks of anger and shock. Of course, it wasn’t a surprise to me: he’d told me his intentions right before he died. My father owned 35% of the company, which amounted to billions of dollars. They were right to be surprised.

After the reading of the will had ended, a lot of people pounced on my newfound wealth. William was angry that I now owned more of the family company than he did, especially since he’d been working there since he was 20 years old. Devon and Nathaniel were trying to pull me aside and offer me advice on my money. Some of my father’s old business associates suddenly told me how much my father loved me. Even my father’s comely widow came by, wanting us to go somewhere private to reminisce about my late father.

Try as they might, I didn’t care about what they wanted. With great difficulty, I left the mansion. I didn’t even really care about the massive inheritance I had obtained; I already owned my own real estate company. My father had left me something that I valued more than money. I got in my car and headed off to enjoy it.

After a two-hour drive, I pulled up to a cute little house in a suburban neighborhood. I got out of the car, with my heart practically leaping out of my chest, and my dick practically battering against the front of my pants. I unlocked the door, hurried inside, and closed it behind me.

“Marianne!” I yelled. “Where are you?”

Into the room walked a beautiful woman with olive skin and long, black hair. She was wearing only a bathrobe, but I could still make out her voluptuous ass and natural, enormous breasts. Through the front of the robe, I could see her hard nipples.

“They buried my father today,” I told her.

“I know,” she said quietly.

“They read his will, too. He left me his company shares, just like he promised. I’m surprised that he didn’t leave you anything.”

Marianne smiled. “A karkamış escort few weeks after he got his diagnosis, he sent a man here with four suitcases full of money. I’m fine, trust me.” She walked towards me while undoing the belt of her robe. “What’s more important is that he left me a young new master.”

After the robe slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor, I beheld her beautiful naked body. Her large, jutting breasts were capped with coaster-sized areolae the color of milk chocolate. Her nipples looked like two brown rolls of film, both dripping with milk. However, the most noticeable feature about her was the large penis and testicles between her legs.

Marianne was a futanari, and, for almost seven years, she had been my father’s sex slave. Shortly after I had reconnected with my dad, he had sent me to her house, where she seduced me. Since that day, she and I had had sex numerous times. With her, I’d had the most fulfilling, rough, and passionate sex I’d ever had in my life. Now that my father was gone, she was all mine.

“Undress me,” I ordered her in a soft voice. “Make it fast.”

Marianne walked up to me and started unbuttoning my blazer. As she removed each article of clothing, I noted that the hungry look in her eye got more and more intense. She was eyeing me like a starving person waiting for a meal to be ready. Once my hard cock popped into view, she let out a moan and bit her lip. Once I was naked, she reluctantly stepped back from me; she wasn’t allowed to touch me without my permission, and that drove her crazy.

“Now, I am officially your master,” I told her. “Bedroom, now.”

“Yes, Master!”

Eagerly we both walked quickly to the master bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed, while she stood before me, anxiously awaiting my next command. She was rubbing her thighs together, looking at me with a pained expression.

“Come here and let me fuck those tits,” I ordered.

“Yes, my Master.”

She knelt before me and lifted her enormous tits. I was always mildly surprised that she was able to manage having M cup breasts. She put them right on my lap and sandwiched my penis between them. I gripped the sheets as I watched my dick disappear into the ocean of tit-flesh before me. My brain was tingling with pleasure, and the sensation was radiating throughout my entire body.

I looked down at Marianne, who was moaning loudly as she moved her breasts against my dick. She was leaking milk against my chest, and down below her dick was dripping pre-cum onto my feet. The friction and anticipation were making both of our bodies hot.

“Enough,” I barked. “Get on the bed and lie on your back.”

She wordlessly obeyed me, climbing into the bed. As she crawled past me, I gave that beautiful ass of hers a slap. She lie on her back and began kneading her breasts.

I pounced upon my futanari sex slave and immediately began suckling on her giant mammaries. The milk coursed so easily out of her nipples. Her loud moans were music to my ears.

“Oh, my Master! My wonderful Master! Ahhhhhh!”

I bit her nipple roughly, causing her body to shiver with lust. I know that action would have caused a normal woman pain, but Marianne loved it. I switched to the other nipple and drank deeply.

Once I had my fill, I removed my mouth from her teats and roughly squeezed them, causing milk to surge into the air and rain down upon us both. Soon, the two of us were covered in thousands of tiny white drops.

I then spread her legs and began rubbing my penis against her dark, wet slit. I smiled sadistically as Marianne squirmed and shot me a pained expression. She had no idea that teasing her like this took an extreme amount of effort on my part as well. At last, I slowly slid my cock into her. The two of us sighed with relief as we were joined.

“Say it,” I grunted, trying my best not to cum.

“Fuck me, my Master. I’m nothing but a filthy, horny cow with a big dick.”

“Very well, cow.”

I eagerly climbed on top of my futanari slave and began to rut inside of her. I looked down and was greeted by the wonderful sight of my horny sex slave. Her breasts were jiggling, her face drowning in pleasure, and her cock brimming with seed. I reluctantly had to shut my eyes, lest the sight of Marianne should force me to cum too soon. Still, my brain was tingling from the feeling of my cock probing the tight, gooey depths of her womanhood.

“Oh, nooooo!” Marianne screeched. “AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!”

I opened my eyes and ceased my thrusting, looking down at her with a furious expression.

“Did you cum?” I growled angrily.

“I….only with my pussy, Master.”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to cum.”

“Oh, please forgive me, Master.”

“My father just died today…and you have the nerve to cum without my permission?!”

I pulled out of her and sat near the foot of the bed. She sat up, too, her face full of regret. This was part of our relationship, as the slave and a master. Marianne couldn’t do anything without my express consent. Now, she steeled herself for her punishment.

“Master, please forgive me. I want your cock!”

“Sadly, your cock will have to do,” I told her. “Jerk yourself off until you cum.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You can watch porn if you want. Should I put on your favorite Gianna Michaels movie?”

“Yes, please.”

I brought Marianne’s laptop to the bed and put on a video of Gianna Michaels getting fucked by a black guy. I stood beside the bed and watched as Marianne shamelessly masturbated in front of me. Her breathing was ragged as shrill as she used her left hand to stroke her cock, while kneading her nipple with her right hand.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I growled as I touched myself while watching her. “I bet you’d like to fuck Gianna, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, I would, Master!” Marianne growled. “I’d fuck her right in her hairy pussy and fill her with my seed!”

“You’d get her pregnant?”

“Fuck yeah! I’d rape that bitch silly until she gave me a baby!”

“You’re such a horny cow. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll bring home a big titted slut for you to get pregnant.” I reached down, took her hand away from her rod, and began to stroke it myself. “Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes! Ohhhhh, MASTER!”

A few minutes later, Marianne’s veiny phallus spewed yellowish cum all over the laptop so hard that the appliance tumbled off the bed. When she was done cumming, she lay on her back, her massive tits heaving as she caught her breath. The room was silent, save for the porno on the laptop, and Marianne.

“Enough,” I said, climbing into the bed, uncaring that Marianne was still leaking cum on the sheets. “Get on all fours so that I can cum inside of you.”

“Right away, Master!”

I watched with glee as she hastened to obey me. I never got tired of seeing her on all fours, with those massive breasts cushioned on the bed, and that long cock dangling between her legs. I quickly crouched behind her, grabbed her waist, and shoved my dick inside of her.

Immediately, I began mating with my sex slave, causing her to shriek with lust. Her long mane of ebony swayed with her head. Though I was deep inside of her pussy, I could feel her balls and pecker regaining their vitality. I chuckled to myself; Marianne’s short refractory period was astounding.

“Oh, my slave,” I moaned. “My sweet slutty cow! I love your body!”

“Ohhhh, I love you my Master! Fuck meeeeeee!”

I grabbed her hair and pulled it back. Marianne gave a yelp of pain as I pulled her head back, but then proceeded to start letting out a stream of filthy words.

“Yes, that’s how I like it, my big dick Master! I love the way you fuck me! I have been waiting all fucking day to come here and rape me like the fucking whore that I am! Ohhhhhh, fuck! OHHHHHHH!”

“You filthy slut,” I hissed, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “Who told you to talk to your master like that?”

“Oh, I don’t care, Master,” she replied, turning her head so that she was facing me. “Punish me…fuck me…do whatever you want…”

I leaned back and continued to fuck her, while sinking my fingers into her perfect, round ass. Deep down, I liked it when she talked that way to me. It was great when she vacillated between submissive slave and horny bitch. My father’s face momentarily flashed in my mind. Instead of hatred or resentment, I thought of begrudging gratitude.

At last, I came deep inside of Marianne’s pussy. I dug my nails into her waist and buttocks as I filled her pussy with my seed. I wouldn’t have to worry about getting her pregnant; futanari could only procreate with others of their kind. Marianne’s pussy clinched as she came with me. I could feel her dick shooting cream onto the bed with great intensity.

I fell backwards onto the bed and sat on my rump, smiling at the sight of my semen leaking out of Marianne’s twat. Below it, her hairless balls and pecker dangled and swung, dripping with sweat and seed. I watched her big ass rise and fall with each breath she took, making my tired cock twitch.

“Thank you, Master,” she panted. “Oh, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, slave,” I said, patting her ass gently before getting off the bed. “I’m going to shower. Come join me. After we’re clean, I’m going to drink more of your milk, and then we’ll order some pizza.”

“Yes, Master.”

With my cock still dripping with cum, I walked to the bathroom. After turning on the water, I waiting until it was the right temperature before getting inside. It was about 5 minutes after I started bathing that Marianne joined me. Without being told, she began rubbing body wash all over me. Usually, I would have punished her for touching me without permission, but I was too tired and satisfied to care.

After I was sufficiently lathered, I put body wash on her, taking care to wash her enormous tits, knobby nipples, and fulsome backside. I squirted another huge glob of body wash before washing her womanhood. My hands had barely left her pussy before she was erect again.

“You can’t be serious,” I chuckled.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Marianne said with a smile. “I’m…you’re…”

“Insatiable.”

“Yes.”

I smiled at her, with her sud-covered breasts and damp hair. Gently, I grabbed her male parts with my goo-covered hands, using my left to work her rod, and my right to fondle her nuts. She bit her lip and started tweaking her nipples.

“You’re getting milk on me,” I laughed.

“Ohhhhh, sorry, my Master!” Marianne moaned.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please!”

I continued to jack her off, watching as she squirmed and writhed in my grasp. I pinched her glans playfully and teased her urethra with my index finger. Between my own legs, my dick began to stir feebly with excitement.

“Oh, god! Master, I’m going to cum!”

Yellowish ropes of goo rocketed out of her cock, long and strong. They pelted the both of us, as well as the shower curtain and ceiling. After she was done orgasming, I relinquished my hold on her genitals.

“Well done, Marianne,” I said, rinsing my cum-stained hands.

True to my word, after we finished our shower and changed the linens on the bed, we got into it so I could enjoy her breast milk again. When I was satisfied, we got up and I ordered some pizza. We sat naked on the couch, watching television and eating our food.

I felt great. My body and mind were in a state of euphoria. It always seemed to happen right after I had sex with Marianne. When I was in bed with her, I was uncharacteristically rough and verbally abusive to her. But, after I was done, my mind was clear, and I felt like I had just finished the best vacation ever.

It wasn’t even 10 PM before the two of us started nodding off, so we went to bed. Marianne and I fell asleep in each other’s embrace. I was having some pretty great dreams, before I felt myself gently being roused by my futanari love slave.

“Master, please, wake up,” Marianne said softly.

“Wuhappened?” I answered groggily.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

I yawned and reluctantly got out of bed. I first put on a shirt and boxers, and then followed Marianne out of the bedroom. We made our way to the kitchen, where I went to one of the drawers and pulled out a dog collar and leash. Marianne raised her head as I put the collar around her neck and attached the leash. I then watched my nude futanari slave get down on all fours.

I gently walked her to the door that led to the backyard and opened it. The two of us exited the house and walked into the moonlit backyard. I stopped in the middle of the lawn and looked down, trying my best not to get a hard-on.

As her new master, I had commanded her that every time she needed to pee, she had to ask for my permission. Not only did she pee when I told her, but where I told her. During the day, I usually had the choice of letting her pee in the toilet, shower, or the bed. In one case, I even made her pee on the wall of the spare bedroom. However, late at night, I liked to see her pee outside like an animal.

I stared intently as Marianne started spraying urine out of her futa-cock. The yellow-white liquid pooled in the grass and created an acrid river that almost made it to my feet. After almost a minute, she finished, and we returned in the house.

Only after I bent down to remove her collar and leash did she rise to her feet. We both returned to the master bedroom, where I removed my clothes and climbed back into bed with Marianne. For a second, I was tempted to have sex with her again, but the fatigue of our past exertions overwhelmed me, so I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find myself alone in the bed. After a few minutes, I became aware of the smell of food cooking. Not bothering to clothe myself, I left the bedroom to find Marianne in the kitchen, wearing naught but an apron and slippers, making pancakes, sausage, and eggs on the stove. She turned to face me, looking beautiful as she flashed me a smile. I couldn’t help but notice her hard nipples poking through the apron; I was hungry and horny at the same time.

“Good morning, my master,” she greeted. “I figured that we both could use some food after what happened last night.”

“Good idea,” I yawned.

I sat down at the already set table and watched as my futanari sex slave brought the food over. I poured myself a glass of milk and then began heaping food on my plate. That first bite of syrup-soaked pancake was such a relief. I decided to wash it down with some milk and then chase it with some eggs and sausage. Once I tasted the milk, I looked over at Marianne.

“This milk tastes familiar,” I said with a smile.

She smiled, blushed, and got a boner. “I milked myself this morning. I figured that I shouldn’t let all the milk go to waste.”

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I open the car door for you and take your hand as I fumble with my key ring selecting the key the realtor gave me not an hour before.

“I know you won’t have furniture until tomorrow but I say we christen the house,” you smile at me as I get the door unlocked and we enter.

“What do you have in mind?” I ask.

You unzip the overstuffed bag you’ve kept with you all day, your “mystery bag” you’ve called it when I’ve asked. As the bag opens I see a blanket. A thick and soft one that looks perfect for snuggling. Pulling it out you hand it to me, “Hold this, there’s more.”

A bottle of champagne and two cheap plastic glasses follow. I laugh at your sneakiness and sweetness.

I spread the blanket in front of the fireplace and you put the bottle and glasses down in the middle.

“I’ll be right back, I’ve got my own surprise,” I say before heading out the door. When I come back in our new house I have a fire starter log, wood, and a lighter. “How about you crank the a/c down and I’ll get this going?”

You hop up from pouring the champagne and are back just as I get the log going. “It’s down to 65, if I get cold you’ll have to snuggle with me,” you tell me with a wink. “Now a toast…”

“To friendship, to friends who can be more,” I say.

“And to your new house,” you add.

“And Carrie, thank you for agreeing to come down and help me this weekend,” I say.

We clink plastic before downing our champagne in one gulp.

“That was actually good,” I say surprised.

“No $2 bottle for us. I spent a whole $10!” We laugh and it’s then that you lean over and kiss me. Your lips taste of the champagne we just drank. My hand moves to your hair tangling in it as the kiss deepens. We get lost in the kiss when we hear a thud. We part quickly and notice the bottle of champagne on its side. You right it but not before some spilled out, “I know I’m a good kisser but you’ve already karkamış escort created a wet spot?” you tease.

I laugh, “Shall we go create a few more?” I pull you to your feet and throw a log on the fire before taking your hand and leading you upstairs.

“Won’t we need the blanket?” you ask as we reach the top.

“We’ll end up back here and use it then,” I smile at you.

There are three bedrooms upstairs and an open room that we’ve already decided will be your author’s corner. I pull you into one of the bedrooms and lean down and kiss you again. My tongue finds yours and pulls it into my mouth. As we kiss and explore I reach up and begin unbuttoning your shirt. You offer no resistance, moaning as I pull it off of you and let my hands graze across your tight nipples visible through your bra. I pull away, “Next room,” I gasp.

“Lead on McDuff.”

Taking your hand again I pull you down the hall to the next bedroom. I lean down and with my right hand I brush the hair away from you neck and then I plant my lips there. I kiss and nip and tease your neck with my tongue. I feel a shiver run down your body as I reach around and unhook your bra. I pull it off your shoulders letting free your heavy breasts. I cup them as I continue to kiss your neck before finally pulling away. “Next room.”

I open the door to the master bedroom and lean down and lift your right breast to my mouth. I slowly kiss and suck your nipple which is already hard before pulling it into my mouth. Your hand goes to the back of my head urging me on. I pull more of your breast into my mouth and slide my hands down your sides to your pants. I get the button undone and pull the zipper down letting the pants fall and pool at your feet. I release your breast and help you step out of your pants. As soon as your feet are free I take your other breast into my mouth gently running my tongue across your nipple teasing it as I did the other.

“One more room to see,” you gasp and taking my cue I pull away and lead you to your new office area. This time I stand behind you and reach around and encircle you with my right arm just below your breasts. My lips go to your neck and I slip my left hand into your panties. You are already damp from our activity as I cup you rubbing gently and softly enjoying the softness I find there. With my foot I widen your legs and slip a finger inside you. I feel you shudder again as I begin to slip my finger in and out enjoying the growing wetness.

“Let’s…oh god…go back…downstairs,” you manage to say breathlessly.

I pull my finger out and pull your panties down your legs letting you step out of them. I rub my finger across your parted lips and turn you around to face me. I kiss you savoring the taste of your wetness on your lips. You push me away, “Downstairs…now,” and this time you grab my hand and practically pull me down the stairs. I feed the fire throwing more of the wood I brought and had stored in the trunk.

“You have me at a distinct disadvantage,” you say as you look me up and down, “now off with your clothes you.”

I laugh before obeying, unbuttoning my shirt and letting it drop before pulling my t-shirt off. I unbutton my jeans and pull them down and step out of them.

Looking down you notice how my boxers are tented and you grin, “I see I had an effect on you too.”

“Absolutely,” I chuckle before pulling my boxers down letting my erection free.

“Looks like you need some help with that,” you tell me before adding, “so lay down for me.”

“Yes, ma’am!” I answer with a laugh.

You kneel down beside me and then lean down and kiss me. “Now my turn,” you say with an evil grin. You break the kiss and start kissing down my body taking my nipples into your mouth which makes me gasp and then moan with pleasure.

“Harder,” I beg, and you oblige kissing and biting them one after the other. You reach down and your hand wraps around my erection and you begin stroking me as you keep biting and licking my nipples. I can’t lay still so I reach for you playing with your hair, caressing your nipples but instead of allowing me to explore you move further down my body. You move your hair over your shoulder and then bend down and take me in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the head as your hand strokes up and down my hardness. You suddenly release me, “I want you inside me. I want your weight on me.”

You lay down and I position myself over you. You open your legs to me and I lay between them kissing you passionately. I pull my lips away from yours, “There’s something I’m dying to do first,” I whisper and this time I kiss down your body kissing your inner thighs as you open your legs even wider to me. My tongue probes you slowly. Exploring all your folds I take my time making love to you with my mouth. Using my fingers I open you and slip my tongue inside you hearing you moan and feeling your hands suddenly gripping my head. In and out I push my tongue before moving back to your clit which I suck on gently as I slip a finger inside you. The combination pushes you over the edge and I feel you as you cum spasming around my finger. I kiss back up your body until I find your lips. I kiss you hard and fully as I position myself and push into you slowly. As we kiss I push deeper and deeper until I’m fully inside you. You move your head away breaking our kiss.

“Cum inside me. Please cum for me,” you cry out.

I increase my movements pulling nearly out before plunging back into you. Again and again we move your hips bucking against mine.

“Oh Carrie. I’m going to cum. I’m going to…” and with a loud groan I release inside you pumping load after load of cum inside you. “Thank you for that,” I whisper.

“You’re welcome and I think we may have just made a much bigger wet spot,” you whisper back and we both crack up laughing.

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They met at The Home Depot, he in the flooring department, she in the hardware department. It was an ordinary October, warmish days, cool and frosty nights. She started one week before Halloween. He had worked there for a few years. She was standing in aisle 12 when they first laid eyes on each other; her hair was red as fire and she had a large screwdriver in her hand, held firmly by the hilt. She was testing the grip when she looked up to see him watching her. Her big blue eyes went strait to his big brown eyes and they both felt a spark. His hair was white as wood-ash. He made some comment about the large screwdriver, which made her smile. And when she smiled, his heart melted. He expected her to be offended or even get angry. She replied with an even more suggestive comment, and he knew he had met his match. They met every day for a week, at 7:20 am in aisle 12 where all the hand tools were, and had something suggestive to say about whatever tool they happened to be by at the time. Hammers and saws, screwdrivers and mallets, they could all be used in sexual innuendo if you were clever enough. By the end of the week, she wanted to check out his hardware and his tool!

They both had to work the closing shift on Halloween, October 31. Somehow, they got locked in the building, with the internal alarms unarmed. They agreed to play strip hide and seek in the store, she would go first. If she was found in less than ten minutes she would have to remove a piece of clothing, and if it took longer than ten minutes, he would have to remove clothing. He found her in nine minutes and thirty seconds, because she let him. She very seductively removed her shirt, though she still had on her apron. His eyes looked at her hungrily. It was his turn to hide. She found him in five minutes, under the rug table. He laughed and removed his shirt, from under his apron. She pressed herself against him, then slowly pulled his apron back, bent down and licked his nipple. He moaned, which turned her on, and she took his nipple in her mouth and sucked. He grabbed the back of her head and held it against him.

“My turn,” she said as she wiggled out of his grasp.

He found her in three minutes, hiding behind the rug display. As karkamış escort he opened the rack she unsnapped her bra and her breasts tumbled out. His mouth grabbed the right one and his hand the left one, and he sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, flicking the nipple with his tongue. She moaned in pleasure. He kneaded her left breast with his hand, it fit perfectly into his large hand. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and finger, causing the nipple to turn hard under his touch. As he rubber her nipples his fingers became warm, almost hot. She could feel the warmth which turned her on even more. Breathlessly, she wiggled free. “Your turn,” she said. He gave her a seductive wicked grin. He left in no hurry and disappeared, just as some thunder rumbled and the lights flickered. She looked out the door, and saw that the evening had turned stormy. A huge rumble of thunder sounded just as she was thinking it was a perfect night for a storm.

She found him in seven minutes, he was hiding in the cubby hole that the vendors stored all the soda in. He slowly unzipped his pants, her eyes following along. As the zipper reached the end a very loud rumble of thunder startled her, the lights flickered and went out. He laughed. She reached her hand out in the dark to feel for him and landed right on his penis, held taught by his underwear. She slowly rubbed up and down, causing him to adjust and moan. It grew larger and warmer under her touch.

“Your turn,” he said in a deep resonate voice. She reluctantly removed her hand. The emergency lights had come on, so the place was dimly lit, with the occasional flash from lightening. She went around the corner and waited. He found her in 30 seconds, her pants were off in less than 30 seconds. He cupped his hands around her butt, kneading her buttocks. His hands were warm, almost hot. He traced his fingers around the edges of her under ware, and put his lips to her ear. His warm breath in her ear drove her crazy. He nudged her ear with his nose, then playfully bit her neck. A long moan escaped her mouth, coming from deep inside her. His lips were warm and his tongue licked her neck, feeling like pleasant electric shocks on her skin. He worked his fingers and hands around to the front of her, along the edge of her underwear. Just as she felt a tremendous rumble of thunder, he slipped his fingers under the edge and into her slit, which was wet and slick. His finger brushed her clitoris and plunged into her vagina, sending a bolt of electricity and pleasure through her. He wiggled his fingers for a few seconds then extracted his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned when he tasted her. She couldn’t stand it and pressed her mouth to his, her tongue hungry for his and the taste of herself in his mouth. They kissed passionately, tongues probing and exploring. They looked like they were consuming each other. When they finally separated they were both out of breath and had a wild look in their eyes. He took her hand and led her to the rug table.

“No more games, I must have you,” he whispered in her ear. She pushed herself against him, grinding in all the right places, as the storm raged on outside. They could hear the loud drone of the rain on the metal roof, and the thunder shake the building every minute or so. The sounds just made her want him even more. He picked her up and sat her on the edge of the rug table, then using his teeth he pulled off her panties. Before she could even help, he plunged his tongue into her crevasse, causing her to spread her legs even further so he could have full access. His tongue was warm, and electric as he sucked on her clit then plunged it again and again into her slit. She could swear he had the tongue of a lizard, it seemed like it filled her up, and was so very warm. He licked and he sucked and he plunged, making her wetness flow. She gripped the rugs with clenched fists as he drove her pleasure higher and higher.

“It is you,” he said with a whisper from between her legs. He worked his way up her belly, to her breasts, to her mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers so she could taste herself again on his tongue. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down onto the rugs table on top of her.

“I want you!” she said with a growl.

He put his mouth to her ear. “Is it you?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, a bit confused. He ripped his underwear from his body and plunged his penis into her wet, slick pussy. She moaned loudly with pleasure, and nearly yelled “yes!” As he moved inside her, she felt his penis becoming warmer and warmer. His hands were also getting warmer, and everywhere they touched her they left a red mark, like a hot stone. His whole body was getting warmer. When she looked into his eyes the corneas had turned from brown to reddish brown. His whole body was becoming very warm, almost hot. As he thrust against her she thrust back, wanting him in a way she had never wanted anyone ever. He slid in and out, her juices coating and lubricating perfectly. He was moaning which really turned her on. He brought his lips to her ear, and in between moaning, whispered three words, “Together forever!” Something happened to her mind when she heard this, a million memories flashed by, memories of extreme pleasure, which made her squirm against him even more. His hand felt like fire on her skin, and she thought that she should feel pain but all it did was rouse her passion even higher. He pulled her breast into his mouth, she could feel the heat of his tongue like a hot coal, yet it wasn’t painful, it was pleasure like she had never known, like electricity coursing through her. His trusting became quicker and deeper, the heat between her legs was driving her to orgasm. She felt her climax approaching and dug her fingernails into his back. He moaned loudly with pleasure and knew he was close to orgasm too. She bucked against him in perfect rhythm. His hair started steaming, and finally she understood what he meant.

“Yes, I am the one,” she whispered in his ear, “together forever!”

As they both climaxed the heat of his body reached maximum and he exploded with fire from his cock inside her, but instead of burning her it sent her into ecstasy. She looked at him deeply in the eyes as they moaned together in the release of exquisite pleasure, they both caught on fire, and as they burned they felt the ultimate pleasure consume them. They grasped each other tightly as if to melt into each other, and then they did.

At 5am, November first, a Home Depot associate called his supervisor to report a strange hole, about human sized, burned through the rugs and the rug table. All that was left was a fine coating of ash, the color of his hair.

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“This place is so cool,” Abby said as she turned around, taking in all of the detail of the entryway where she stood. “I’ve got the weirdest feeling, though. It almost feels like I’m home.”

“Yeah,” Claire said, not really paying attention. “It’s really expensive, too, so we have to mind our manners.”

The sorority sisters stepped through the entryway. They had joined resources with one of the fraternities from their school in renting the house for their Halloween costume party. Several members of both groups were finishing the decorations for the costume party which was supposed to start in a few short hours. Claire and Abby made their way to the kitchen, sat their bags down and began helping with the preparation of the food.

“I know you young folk aren’t serving dinner tonight, but it sure smells good in here.”

Heads turned toward the sound of the voice.

An old man, tall, slender and grizzled in appearance stood in the door way. He stepped into the kitchen.

“We may have gone a little overboard on the snacks we’re serving,” said Sara, standing at the stove and stirring a pot.

“I’m sure the guys will make sure we don’t have too much left over,” said Abby pulling a dish out of the refrigerator and setting it on the counter.

“Your voice sounds familiar, young lady,” the old man said.

“I think I talked to you on the phone about renting this place,” she said.

“That must be it,” the old man said. “And your name was…”

“Abby,” she said, smiling. “My name’s Abby.”

The old man stood peering at her for a moment, then smiled.

“Well, Abby, you and your friends have a good time tonight,” he said. “I’m not normally here nights, so I hope everything goes well for you all. If you do need me for anything, I will be available for you.” He handed Abby a card with his number on it.

As quickly as he’d appeared, the old man turned and left the kitchen.

“Kind of creepy how he wanted to know your name and stared at you, don’t you think?” Claire asked.

“He probably hasn’t seen this many women in one place in years,” Sara said. She reached forward and adjusted a knob on the stove.

“I think he’s harmless,” Abby said. “He seems to be just a sweet old man.”

The girls went back to work preparing the food for the party.

A couple of hours later, the three girls were upstairs changing into their costumes for the party. Sara was dressing as the Cat Woman, Claire as a French Maid and Abby was dressing in a Colonial gown. All three of them were in various stages of undress, touching up their make-up and carefully adorning their bodies.

“I’m kind of irritated that more of the guys didn’t show up to help us get ready,” Claire said. She had one foot on the bed as she slowly rolled a fishnet stocking up her leg. She was wearing black bikini panties with a black garter belt and no bra. Her breasts swayed gently with the movement of her body as she moved the top of the stocking closer to the top of her thigh.

“I don’t know why that surprises you,” Sara said. “Besides, you know if they had shown up, they’d be more than willing to help us right now.” She sat in front of the mirror clad only in a wispy white thong. Her nipples stood erect atop her breasts as she leaned forward, focusing intently on her make-up. She was almost finished with the lines that gave her “whiskers.”

“The test will come at the end of the night when they either stay and help clean up like they’ve promised to or abandon us,” Abby said. She stood in front of a floor length mirror, nude from the waist down, becoming increasingly frustrated as she tried with only marginal success to lace up and secure her corset with bustier. “Will one of you help me with this?”

Claire, finished with her stockings, stepped over to where Abby stood.

“Arms up, sweetie,” Claire said, grabbing the fabric and maneuvering it on Abby’s torso. “If Mark doesn’t stay and clean up, he and his left hand are going to be very well acquainted before I put out for him again after tonight.”

Abby raised her arms and Claire slowly pulled and twisted on the lingerie until she succeeded in getting it positioned properly.

“You know, right now you look like such a slut,” Claire said.

“I’m not the one dressing as a French maid, wearing fishnet stockings and a skirt short enough for everyone to see my ass,” Abby said as she cupped her breasts and assessed the boost given to her cleavage. “Or should I say, actually see your ass, since you and I both know you’ll have your panties off before midnight?”

“At least I’m not the one wearing my costume without underwear.”

“Actually, that would be me,” said Sara. She swung her feet away from the mirror and stood up. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began pushing it down from her hips as she stepped closer to the bed and her costume.

“You’re not going to wear anything under that costume?” Claire asked turning to look at her friend’s nude body.

“Nope,” Sara replied, pressing her breasts karkamış escort together and pulling on her nipples. “In fact, when I get it on, it’ll make you think I grew a second skin.”

Claire and Abby watched with interest as Sara, now completely naked, began to wiggle her way into the black leather suit.

“That doesn’t look like it’s very comfortable,” Claire said.

“It isn’t really,” Sara said. She rolled the cloth up over her hips. “Even though it has a zipper in the crotch, I pretty much have to strip to pee; it doesn’t breathe at all, and it sticks to you.” The lips of her pussy disappeared beneath the black cloth. “But it feels pretty good coming off, and I look fucking hot wearing it.”

Claire and Abby both stepped into their dresses as Sara pushed her arms into the sleeves of her costume. Both girls finished donning their dresses and began fastening the buttons. Sara stood in front of the mirror arranging her hair under her mask, her one piece costume unzipped all the way to her pubis.

Claire and Abby both spun side to side checking their appearance in the mirror. Except for the fact that she’d left three buttons undone to expose her bustier, Abby looked very much the colonial genteel young lady. Claire, likewise, left a couple of buttons unfastened, exposing an ample portion of her cleavage to view. Both girls watched with rapt attention as Sara closed the zipper on her costume.

“What do you think?” Sara slowly turned around, raising and lowering her arms and striking different poses to show how skintight the outfit was. Every curve on her body was accented. The cloth perfectly hugged the lips of her pussy and her ass, and her nipples so well defined, it was as though she had merely painted them.

“Wow,” Abby said.

“Damn, girl,” Claire shook her head. “I’d do you.”

Sara laughed.

“I’m hoping Flynn reacts the same way.”

“How could he not?” Claire asked. “You’re virtually pornographic in that suit.”

“And with this zipper,” Sara said, “I can be out of it and ready to fuck in a heartbeat.” She ran the zipper all the way down and threw her shoulders back just enough to bare her breasts before pulling the suit back into place.

“We all know that once the party gets going good, girls will be pairing off with their boyfriends to make out and have sex,” Abby said, “but we need to make sure we remind people that this is a really old, historical house and to be respectful and very careful.”

“We can try,” Claire said, adjusting the top of her maid costume. “But you know as well as I do, once they get started drinking and groping, all bets are off.”

Abby nodded as they opened the door and headed downstairs.

“I still can’t believe they agreed to let a handful of us stay here overnight,” Sara said.

“Yeah,” Claire said as she took hold of the handrail for the stairs. “It ought to make for an interesting evening.

An hour later, the party was close to being in full swing when their boyfriends showed up.

“Look,” Claire said, getting her friends’ attention. “It’s the two musketeers and their… oddly dressed friend. What happened? I thought you guys were going to be the three musketeers.”

“That was the plan,” said Chris as the six people drew near enough to each other to be heard. “We got to the costume shop and one of the employees had let the other musketeer costume go out. This was all they had left.”

Flynn and Mark were dressed as musketeers, while Chris was dressed in what appeared to be a golden yellow uniform of some sort.

“So what are you supposed to be?” Abby asked.

“A Hessian soldier,” he replied.

“A what?” she asked.

“They were mercenaries from Germany, hired by England during the American Revolution,” he said.

“I think you look handsome,” she said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

“You look ravishing yourself,” he said.

“What about me?” Sara asked, pushing forward.

“Wow!” Flynn exclaimed. Accenting his response, he angled his body and manipulated the costume sword at his side, jutting it skyward as though an erection.

Everyone laughed.

“You look great, too, baby,” Mark said.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” said Claire as she curtsied, lifting her abbreviated skirt and flashing her panties.

“I’m not wearing any,” Abby said, whispering into Chris’s ear.

“What?” he asked.

“Panties,” she said. “I’m not wearing any panties. So when you want to take me, all you have to do is lift my skirt.”

“I look forward to violating you shortly, my lady,” he said.

As the evening wore on, as had been predicted, with alcohol flowing, several people became noticeably intoxicated and couples began to get intimate.

Some were considerably less discreet than others, though. Abby saw one couple off in the corner of a dimly lit room, the girl sitting on her date’s lap, his hand buried inside her skirt as they kissed, her top open and her breasts exposed. She walked past Mark and Claire as they headed upstairs and to find privacy in one of the bedrooms. Claire was holding her panties in hand and the front of her maid costume was completely unbuttoned.

Turning the corner at the bottom of the staircase, she saw Flynn and Sara off by themselves. Sara’s costume was unzipped to the waist and Flynn was gently teasing the nipple of her exposed breast with his thumb.

Abby began looking for Chris, who’d gone to get them fresh drinks. After circling through the entire bottom of the house, she saw Sara and Flynn again across the room. She went to ask them if they’d seen Chris. Before she realized what was happening, she placed a hand on Flynn’s shoulder.

“Have you seen… Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said.

Sara’s costume was peeled from her upper body and down around her hips, the threshold of her pussy exposed. Awkward though it was for her to do so with the costume so low on her body, she was down on her knees and had Flynn’s erect penis in her hands, stroking him and his shaft wet from where her lips had already been.

“If you’re looking for Chris,” Flynn said, “I think I saw him out back near the gazebo earlier.”

Sara looked up at her, intoxicated lust in her eyes.

“If you don’t find him, come on back,” he said. “The more the merrier.”

“Just be ready to ditch the dress,” Sara said as Abby walked off.

As she passed through the French doors opening onto the patio, Abby looked over to her right and saw another couple, their costumes spread on the grass, nude and in the middle of having sex. The girl who Abby recognized as Debbie, was straddling her boyfriend and riding his cock, her breasts swaying rhythmically.

Abby took a few steps into the darkness so as not to be too obvious and looked back at the couple. Debbie had a look of bliss on her face as Russell sucked her tits while she rode him.

Abby felt the heat rising in her veins and reached for the top of the bustier to loosen it a bit. She could feel herself getting moist between her legs. She needed to find Chris and get his cock inside her.

Chris came out of the cellar with another bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. The first thing he saw when he turned around was one of his fraternity brothers seated at the table, his girlfriend lying on the table with her legs spread. Her hands were kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples as he feasted on the bounty of her pussy. Chris allowed his gaze to linger only long enough to realize that his brother was naked from the waist down and sporting a throbbing erection. He made his way out of the kitchen with the bottle and glasses.

Making his way through the house, he looked for, but did not see Abby. He did see Flynn, musketeer uniform abandoned, on his knees behind an equally nude Sara, thrusting into her as she rocked back against him.

Turning away from the sight of their sex-in-progress, Chris’ attention was diverted by the sound of laughter coming from the top of the stairs. Looking up, he was Claire and Mark headed down the stairs. He noticed that not only was her maid costume open and her breasts unfettered, she no longer had panties on. As his gaze tracked them down the stairs, he couldn’t help but notice a red, almost enflamed quality to the flesh of her pussy lips and nipples.

“Like what you see?” Claire asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She raised her skirt and shook her hips, causing her breasts to jiggle as she did so.

“Very enticing,” Chris said. “I’m actually looking for Abby, since I doubt the musketeers are much for the habit of sharing.”

“Sometimes they need proper persuading,” she said, reaching down with her hand to cup Mark’s cloth covered cock. As her hand pressed over the fabric, Chris noticed that he must no longer be wearing anything beneath it, for the outline of his resurgent erection was clearly discernible. “I think we saw her outside. It looked like she was headed for the grove of trees.”

Chris raised the bottle in a mock salute of thanks and took his leave of them. Passing through the front door, he looked off toward the grove. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw the outline of her form in the shadows.

It wouldn’t make sense to try opening and pouring wine in the dark in a bunch of trees, he thought to himself, so he sat the bottle and the glasses down on the porch and set off towards her.

Abby was in the shadows well removed from the house when she saw him. His back was to her, but the outline of his shape in the soldier’s uniform costume was unmistakable. As she stepped very carefully towards him, he turned to face her.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she said, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

“And I for you,” he said, whispering into her ear as he took her in his arms, pulling her close to him.

“I want you,” Chris said, whispering into her ear.

“And I want you,” she said. “We must hurry, though, before we are found out.”

Chris began removing his coat as she began unfastening the buttons at the top of her dress.

His hands were rougher than she remembered them, Abby thought to herself as he cupped her bare ass with one hand and groped her breast. He had her skirt raised, exposing her lower body to the night air. She could feel his erection pressing into her through the cloth of his pants.

Her dress drawn up around her hips, her bodice open and her breasts exposed, Chris centered his cock in between her legs and thrust upward.

Abby felt his cock penetrate her hot, swollen sex. Their mutual arousal was overpowering, and she felt the almost animalistic urgency of their fucking overtaking her as each of his thrusts lifted her nearly off of her feet.

Chris felt her stumble backward, almost losing her balance, saved only by her back bracing against the tree that towered over them. He reasserted himself between her legs and thrust into her once more, resuming his carnal assault on her sex.

“That’s it, my soldier,” she panted. “Give me a good fuck…”

“I giff you my cock, my lady,” he hissed through pursed lips as he continued to thrust into her.

“Oh, yes,” Abby said. “Give me your cock… fuck me… oh fuck me…”

“I can feel your cock swelling inside of me,” she said, her voice low, her breath rasping.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Chris said, “I’m getting ready to fill you with my cum…”

“Ohhh… ohhh… fuck me,” Abby said. Her breathing was hard, rapid and shallow. “I can feel you… ohhh…”

She dug her fingers into his shoulders as his cock began to spew his seed into her.

“Ohhh… ohhh…” Chris thrust himself hard and full into her, urging the torrent of his semen into her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her orgasm hit her, her pussy spasming on his cock.

They collapsed against one another, their breathing slowly calming as they slowed and then stopped moving against one another.

“I should go now before you’re missed,” he said, pulling back from her enough to crush his lips against hers, his tongue desperate to seek hers out.

“You should go now before I’m missed,” she said as their mouths parted.

Almost as quickly as they’d come together, they parted. Chris rapidly tucked himself into his pants and reached down to grab up his jacket. He turned to take one final glance back at her, and she was gone. As he began walking back to the house, he wondered why she would have been worried at all about someone at the party missing her. After all, it wasn’t like their friends didn’t know they were sleeping together. They’d been watched fucking once before, for crying out loud.

As Abby watched him walk away, she began to gather herself back together, lowering the skirt of her dress and smoothing it. She could feel his semen oozing out of her and beginning to run down her leg. She pulled the bustier closed against her, and then decided against it. She looked up, and he was gone. Leaving her breasts exposed to the night air, she began her trek back to the house.

Walking back to the house, she wondered why he’d felt it necessary to go from her before she was missed. When she’d come outside to find him, more than half of the couples she’d seen had been in the midst of some sort of sexual activity. Why should they have been any different?

Abby stepped up onto the patio. The couple that had been fucking when she came outside was gone. She stepped through the French doors and shut them behind her. A couple lay on the couch naked and spooning, a sheet covering them. She made her way to the stairs and began to ascend them.

At the top of the stairs, she heard the sounds of sex coming from the nearest room, the door slightly ajar. She paused just outside the door, peeking in. Faint light from a bedside lamp cast a pale glow on the couple. The woman was on her knees on the bed, ass raised in the air and the man behind her was thrusting into her slowly but firmly. Moving on down the hall, Abby pushed gently on the door to the room where she’d put her dress on earlier. Claire lay on the bed with Mark, there nude bodies covered by a satin robe draped over them. Flynn sat in a chair in the corner, Sara astride his cock, facing away from him.

Abby leaned against the doorway, watching the subtle rhythm of her friends moving against one another.

Claire crawled from under the robe and walked over to Abby.

“You look like you had a good time outside,” she said, running a hand up Abby’s belly until her hand encountered Abby’s bare breast.

Abby almost jumped as Chris appeared behind her, his arms sweeping around her waist.

“I know I enjoyed it,” he said as he nuzzled Abby’s neck.

“Ummm, I did, too,” she said, pulling his hands up to cover her breasts.

“You want to come in and join us?” Claire asked, kissing her gently on the lips.

“No,” Abby said, reaching behind her to grasp Chris’ growing erection. “I think we’ll go get out of these clothes and fuck again. We’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Claire leaned out into the hall and watched them walk away. Turning back into the room, she observed Mark pulling the robe away from his body, his penis standing at attention.

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I follow you into the alley, out the back door of the bar at pace that would likely be described by an onlooker as a drunken stumble. I giggle as I lose my balance, and luckily you are there to catch me, groping my big braless tits as you do.

“Jeez keep your balance you drunken slut.” you say with half kidding in your voice.

With mock seriousness I straighten up, and toss you a sloppy salute.

“Oui mon Capitain,” I slur happily.

“Fuck I’m sick of your nonsense.” you say, exasperated. “Get on your fucking knees.”

Between my weakened legs and your strong shove, I land heavily on the ground, sitting down on my heels as I kneel. I look up and smile contentedly, my mouth hanging open expectantly.

“Please sir, may I have some more?” I manage to utter without too much slurring.

“There really is only one way to shut you up, isn’t there?” You ask rhetorically as you unzip your fly and whip out your semi-erect cock. “Open wide, slut.”

I feel your cock fill my mouth, and your hands grasp my head on either side, with a handful of hair. You begin to thrust your hips, your cock beginning to harden as it slides in and out, often bending as it jams into my cheeks. I gag slightly as it grows, not yet long enough to enter my throat, but big and fat enough to clog my airway. The thick saliva brought up by my gagging soon lubricates your cock and wet slurping gags being to emanate from my lips.

“Yeah bitch, take that cock.” you mutter as you fuck my face. “Sucking my dick in the alley for a drive home, you’re such a classy whore Lucia.”

I smile drunkenly around your cock and moan an affirmative answer through a mouthful of dick. Your cock is now fully hard, and I can feel the foreskin sliding back and forth over the head as you fuck my lips like a wet pussy. Your cock enters my throat each time you reach the maximum depth, and then withdraws like a piston, bringing with it more and more saliva from the back of my throat. I can feel in running down my chin to drip onto my purple halter top, and not wanting it to get any more soaked, I reach behind my neck and untie it. You never break stride as my top falls away, leaving my breasts exposed as you pummel my mouth in the dark alley. The cool air makes my nipples stand on end like diamonds, and you reach down to casually grope me as your left hand maintains control on the back of my head with a handful of ponytail.

I feel you begin to speed up your thrusts as you fuck my mouth, so I reach out and grab your ass through your jeans, pulling you into my to keep your timing regular. You grunt and moan, and suddenly I feel erotik film izle my mouth begin to fill with cum.

“Stay still you whore.” You mutter as you press your cock deeply into my mouth.

Your cock throbs as it spills its load of seed into my mouth, letting it run all around my tongue to fill the bottom of my mouth. I feel a small amount trickle from my lips down my chin as I struggle to keep it all in my tightening my lips around your cock. I moan with you as your orgasm subsides, and begin to slowly swallow your sizable load as your cock begins to slowly soften. You grunt a final time and I feel your cock pulse as the last drops leave your cock and dribble onto my tongue. Your cock exits my mouth with a pop and I stick my tongue out as you squeeze out and remnants of cum, in our practised method. I smile and lick my lips, policing up the trickle with my fingers and pushing it into my mouth.

“Finger licking good.” I smile and say as I clean off my hands.

“Oh shut it.” you say. “Lets get in the car.”

I struggle to retie my top as I walk in the alley, straggling behind your fast pace as I stumble and uncoordinatedly attempt to tie it up behind my head. I hear you order me to hurry the fuck up, and settle for just holding the two straps with one hand behind me as we exit the alley and head down the street to where your car is parked. Despite the front of my shirt being obviously soaked with globs and stains of saliva, none of the drunks wandering home seem to notice on the mostly deserted streets. You jump in your car and start it up, and I speed up to a jog across the street to catch up and not keep you waiting. My top of course slips out of my hands, and I don’t notice until I reach the car that one of my tips is flopping out free and clear. As I pause to fix my top, you roll down the window and holler at me.

“What the fuck Luica? Get your ass in here, I don’t have all night for you to play with your tits. Just leave it.” You command.

With an attempt at silent dignity, I stand motionless and stare at you a moment, letting the second string fall from my grasp. As the top falls fully off, exposing my chest, I open the door to the car, and sit down inside. I make no effort to cover myself, and sit starting straight ahead, with a slight grin on my lips.

“Lets go ” I say with enthusiasm.

“Are you still gonna talk?” You ask, exasperated. “Fuck I thought one feeding would be enough to shut your hole.”

“What can I say?” I slur. “Drinking makes me thirsty “

“Well then fucking get to work again.” you order me. “Start sucking my cock, or shut the fuck up.”

As you pull the car away, I lean over your seat and unzip your fly. You shimmy your ass up a bit so I can pull your pants down slightly, and begin to lick and kiss your cock, which is still sticky with saliva and cum. I use my hands to rub your balls and shaft as I lick and suck, and your cock begins to come slowly back to life despite your recent draining. Using all the skills I can given my drunken state, I am able to suck and coax you to full erection again, your big fat throbbing meat feeling rigid between my lips as I happily slobber away. I smack your cock against my lips and cheek and moan, smiling all the while as I play with your cock. I slide my fist up and down your exposed cock and stare at it, watching the foreskin cover and uncover your purple head. I grin up at you as I pause, and watch at your face contorts with annoyance, chuckling as you buck your hips up at me as an indicator that I should resume sucking. Unperturbed, I continue to play with and tease your cock, drooling onto my fist so that it slides up and down your shaft smoothly. I blow on your cock lightly, and flicker my tongue out to lash your head when it is uncovered.

“You fucking cock-tease.” you say aloud. “Get that dick back in your mouth.”

Taking your right hand off the steering wheel, you give the back of my head a smack, and then push it down in range of your bucking hips. Your head enters my mouth and you groan with relief. I moan as well as I feel your cock throb, and begin to bob my head up and down. Engrossed in my work, sucking you hungrily, I don’t even notice as you slow the car to a stop. I am suddenly surprised and raise my head confused when I hear a woman’s voice from outside the car.

“Just one moment please, Sir.” the voice crackles.

“No problem.” I hear you respond. “Don’t stop you say to me. I’m hungry too, you keep working.”

Raising my head just enough to see out the window, I realize that the soft yellow glow lighting up the inside of the car is from the huge golden arches over our heads. Sitting at the drive through, I go back to fucking your cock with my mouth, making love to your tool with the knowledge that the employees inside this MacDonald’s could very well be getting a show through their cameras as I bobbed my head up and down in your lap. I slurped your cock loudly as you order your food, not even pausing as you pull up to the first window. The employee there says nothing as you pay her in awkward silence, with me contentedly sucking away, my face buried in your lap.

As we pull up the second window, it is apparent even to me that people have taken notice. As you takes his bag of food, I see several flashes coming from the direction of the drive through window, and two male employee voices comment on how lucky you are

“It will be a few minutes for your McChicken, why don’t you wait in the parking lot and we’ll bring it out to you?” A barely broken teenaged voice asks.

“No problem.” you respond.

You drive ahead and I continue my ministrations of your cock, what now feels ready to absolutely explode. It throbs in my mouth constantly, and you begin to stroke my hair absentmindedly as you groan. After a few minutes, a knock on the window startles us both, though I manage to keep up pace as you roll down the window to accept the rest of your meal. “Jesus dude, that chick is loving your cock.” A male voice says.

“You think that’s good, want to see her take my load all over her face?” you ask him.

“Sure man ” the teen answers without a hint of trepidation.

“Here it comes then.” you state matter-of-factly. “Open up slut.”

You reach down and take over stroking your cock, and I lay the side of my head on your lap, opening my mouth wide and look up at you, and then the employee watching. I can see that he has taken out his cell phone and appears to be taking a video as you rub your cock head aimed directly at my face. With a grunt, your cock begins to fire, and I feel your semen splatter my nose and lips, streaking my left cheek as it flies out of your cock. I moan with delight and open wider, feeling a couple spurts shoot into my mouth to pool in my right cheek. I close my lips and swallow as you slap your cock on my face and squeeze out the last few drops on my lips. I purse them and kiss the head of your cock stickily.

“That was great man, thanks ” the kid exclaims as he heads back to work.

I sit up straight and you begin to drive again. I fix my top now, tying my halter back into place behind my head, with cum still all over my face. I look up and realize we are going back through the drive through again. Looking at you with confusion, you silence me with an upheld hand, and pull up directly to the second window again. A female manger is there now, and rudely asks you what you want.

Upset my her tone I lean over your lap, my face still streaked with cum and state: “I need some napkins, you forgot to include them with the meal.” In my bitchiest voice.

The manager looks at me with a mixture of horror and disgust, handing the napkins to my outstretched hand and telling us to drive away before she calls the cops. You laugh in her face, and peel out as you leave, pausing to watch me clean the cum off my face with the napkins.

“About time we did this.” you say with a smile.

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At some point, Michael turned on the bench, stretching out full length, taking me with him. I was lying on top of him, somewhat like a little rag doll, totally sated and limp. His lovely hands rubbed up and down my back, making little circles and tracing hearts and words of love. I could almost hear him purring with happiness and satisfaction. I was drifting off to sleep when he began talking to me, whispering words of love. One thing that did get through the sleep haze was that, perhaps, we should move on, leave our dressing room prior to security finding us.

Then we did as all lovers do, we planned our next meeting, our next rendezvous. We found that we each had a few days that week without spouses in town. I boldly invited him to my house, my own bed, to continue my education. We carefully planned the time and then we started kissing again. The thought of having him all to myself for an entire day had me so excited, but the thought of the security finding us kept invading my mind. Reluctantly, we pulled apart. Michael helped me dress, well, not exactly helping because he insisted on kissing all the places I was trying to cover. Finally, we were both presentable. Verifying once again our meeting for Wednesday, we kissed and I left the dressing room.

Tuesday was spent straightening the house, looking at everything as Michael would. I also kept running the tape in my mind, of Carolyn and then Michael, touching my body, pleasuring me. I never knew I could feel such passion, such joy. I happily packed Jim’s bag, cooked him a wonderful dinner, even allowed him to fuck my body. It was as predicable as always. He turned to me after the 10 PM news, pulled up my gown and climbed onto my still form. He fucked me with no foreplay, no words of love, no teasing or caressing. After many hard strokes in my unprepared pussy, he came. Kissing my cheek, he rolled away, saying he was leaving early in the morning and would try not to wake me. I couldn’t stop comparing the loving from Michael with this invasion of my body by my husband. It made me even surer that being with my lover was the correct thing to do.

Finally, it was Wednesday. A beautiful spring day. The day I welcomed my lover to my home. I love spring…this kind of spring, when the trees are erotik film izle bursting with greenness, and the flowers are breaking through the earth, the air was heavy with honeysuckle and the scent of new-mown grass. It was a lovely day. The sunshine was nearly painful in its brilliance. My lover was coming to me, to spend a glorious day with me, to make love with me until we were both exhausted and could only manage a smile, to just be here in my arms as I kept dreaming he was. He would be here soon. I went to my room, my private bower, where I would soon welcome Michael. I looked over the room one more time with his eyes. The bed was welcoming with pillows and a warm quilt. A scented vanilla candle was perfuming the air. The CD player was full of lovely, romantic tunes, filling my ears with songs of love and passion. I had opened the big window that faces the private backyard. The men were outside, mowing the grass and weeding my garden. The yard would look perfect when my lover stood at this window. I wanted everything to BE perfect.

Now, it was time for me. I dropped my shorts and shirt in a little heap outside the shower and stepped into the powerful spray. I let the warm water cascade down my hair, as if it were my sweetheart’s fingers. I filled my hand with vanilla shampoo and started to wash my hair, gathering it on top of my head and making all sorts of fancy hairdos, feeling the sensuality of his fingers touching my scalp. My eyes were closed. I was vaguely aware of the lawn guys talking outside my window. I looked through the clear shower curtain and

could see them walking about, doing their work. I leaned forward to rinse my hair, feeling the lather sliding off my now squeaky-clean head. As I massaged in the conditioner, I again felt his fingers touching my head. Now he was massaging my scalp and neck, his fingers playing with my ears and chin. I love his touch. After clipping my wet hair on top of my head, I reached out to the shelf to select a scented soap for my shower. I was aware that more men are within vision of the window, but I was glad they were doing their work and would soon be gone.

I selected a vanilla soap and poured it into my hands. I washed my arms and shoulders. As I reached my breasts, I thought of how much he loved them, loved the responsiveness of my nipples to his touch. I slowly ran my fingers over the nipples, feeling them stiffen and get all bumply. I pinched them lightly and then ran my fingernails over them. My eyes closed again and a moan escaped my lips. I wanted him there now. I was so hungry for him, my nipples were aching for his touch and I tried to abate that desire with my own clumsy

hands. I continued to lather my body, thinking of how he would do it, how his hands would slide here and linger there. After rinsing off the soap, I reached between my legs and touched so gently there. I knew what I would find. The lips were already full of excitement, the moisture there having nothing to do with my shower. I poured more vanilla soap into my palm and begin soaping up my soft, hairless mound. With my eyes closed, I easily imagined my lover in the shower with me, cleaning me with his long, sensitive fingers, touching the spots he knows are my favorites, knowing that everywhere he touches quickly becomes my favorite.

My little shy clit is already blooming, swollen and aching. I touch it with the tip of my finger and feel the pleasure race through me. I knew I should be waiting, that he would be there soon, but I couldn’t stop my finger from its path, gently running back and forth on my little nubbin, circling it and making it so hard. I was leaning on the wall, almost unable to stand alone. I kept thinking that he would be doing this or that and then performing the very act I knew he would perform. My fingers were flying inside me, touching my sweet clit, moving deeper, my fingers were entering me and feeling the hot pinkness of me. I needed my lover so much. The other hand was moving over my nipples, feeling the hardness and fueling the ache. I was touching myself as he would, but it was not enough. I lacked the skill of his fingers, I missed his kiss, his warmth, his scent. I was leaning on the wall, looking through the clear curtain, willing him to me. I saw a man entering the bathroom. The curtain opened and it was my lover, my sweet Michael, coming to me as I hoped he would. He was already naked and ready for me. I saw his cock was hard and reaching for me, as anxious as I was to make love. He entered the shower, noting my hand between my legs, my other hand on my breast. He smiled, telling me he was here now, let him help me.

He placed his hands gently on my cheeks, moving his fingers into my wet hair and kissed me the way he knew I needed, slowly and deeply, as if nothing matters in all the world but this kiss of greeting. Our bodies moved together, blended together, until we were molded one against the other. Then he pulled away and held my body under the spray, making sure that all the vanilla lather was rinsed away. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, taking another one off the rack for me. He held the towel out for me and I stepped into it. We stood there, so hungry for each other, so ready to make love. He was deliberately delaying it, making me wait. He dried my hair with a smaller towel and stood behind me, combing it, taking extra time with all the tangles. He was so incredibly gentle. All the while, I can feel his hard cock pressed against me. I am aware we were standing next to the open window and the lawn men were still at work, but suddenly that didn’t seem too important.

He dried my shoulders and arms, softly and gently, making me feel like the most precious person on earth. I liked the feeling of being so small in his arms, feeling so fragile when he touched me. He lowered my bath towel now, drying my body. He sprayed my vanilla mist on me, rubbed my back with vanilla lotion. I stood before him, both of us facing the mirror. I am naked and clean and so in need of him. He turned me then, so I could face him and feel his chest against me. I felt his hard cock throbbing against me too, yet I knew there was no urgency, no rush. We had all day…all day to make love and exhaust each other.

I take the small towel and start to dry his chest and back. I am kissing his chest as I dry it, sucking on his tiny, yet very responsive, nipples. He was moaning and leaning toward me. I was so glad he was enjoying it. I love making him happy, giving him pleasure. I let his bath towel drop to the floor and I was once again amazed at the size and heat of his cock. Every time I see it, I am thrilled anew that it is mine, that I can play with it all I want and love it and kiss it and make him squirm with delight. We stand together now, our naked bodies pressed together, our mouths meeting and our mutual moans growing louder.

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