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This is a continuation of my previous story “Another Business Dinner”. Briefly, I had gone with my neighbour to a dinner organised by one of her clients. During the dinner, one of the director’s wives had come on to me and, at the end of the evening passed me a slip of paper with her mobile phone number on it. I had returned with Mary, my neighbour, to our cottages in the country where we had made love.

Monday morning dawned and I looked out of my bedroom window, waving goodbye to Mary next door as she left for the airport and a hurriedly arranged trip to New York. She was to be gone for two weeks and our relationship which had turned sexual over the weekend would be put on ice. I watched the chauffer driven car disappear up the lane, before turning back and heading for the kitchen and some breakfast. My initial hunger satisfied, I picked up my mug of coffee and headed for my little home office and settled down at the keyboard. As the PC came to life and the screen flashed through the log-on screens, I noticed the piece of paper tucked under the phone.

“I hope you enjoyed this evening, I enjoyed your company,” it read “Let’s meet. Call me.” Teri’s mobile number was written across the bottom of the sheet. “Hmmm, I wonder?” I thought and returned to the PC. I spent the rest of the day catching up on e-mails, paying bills and generally doing jobs around the house. After the weekend with Mary, I needed a quiet evening so, after a simple dinner, I grabbed a bottle of wine and settled into the reclining chair in my lounge to listen to some music. By 10 o’clock I was sound asleep.

At 8:30 the following morning I awoke, still in my chair, the sun streaming in through the windows. Rubbing my eyes, I went to the loo and then to the kitchen for something to eat. I smelled like a tramp, yesterday’s clothes were still on me, now very crumpled from my night in the chair. I grabbed a second coffee and headed for the PC to check my e-mails before heading for the shower.

There was a message from Mary, confirming that she would not be returning until the end of the following week and saying how much she missed me already. I scanned the rest of the mail, answered two urgent ones and reached forward to shut the PC down. It was then that I noticed that piece of paper again.

I looked at my watch – 9:15. I reached for the phone and then paused. How could I be doing this or even thinking about it? Mary and I had enjoyed a wonderful weekend, full of love and passion. How could I even think about another sexual encounter so soon? Then the little devil voice in the back of my head took over “Go for it, this lady is a slut, not like Mary.” “Mary is probably love, but this woman is offering you lust.”

The devil won and I picked up the phone and tapped out the 10 digits. After all, it may not be anything and I could always turn away or cry off. “Hello” Teri’s voice sounded hesitant.

“Hi. It’s Bill. From Friday Night”

Without a moments hesitation she said “Hello, I was hoping you would call. I half expected you to ring yesterday.”

“I was too busy with work” I lied “but I thought I would give you a call to say thank you for Friday’s dinner.” I tried not to sound too eager, nor too cautious.

“Well Friday was fun for me too and you looked after me so well”, she replied “So can we meet?”

“Well Yes,” I replied “I could come up to town any day this week.”

“Oh sorry didn’t I say in the note? I’m at our country cottage until Thursday.” Her voice sounded light and happy. Happy that I would be accepting her invitation soon.

“Oh that’s a shame” I said imagining somewhere miles away from me, “perhaps another time then?” Perhaps fate would ensure that I kept true to Mary?

“Well I don’t think it’s far from you. I’m in Bibury just west of Oxford. Don’t you live somewhere in Buckinghamshire?”

The devil took over again “Yes and I know Bibury. In the Cotswolds right?”

You could almost feel her excitement when she said “Yes that’s right. Could you come over today?”

Two hours later I was in my car, pulling off the Oxford by-pass heading west on the A40. Freshly showered and shaved, cologne sprayed on in all the right places and dressed in a golf shirt and my best Dockers. Meatloaf thumped out his top hits over the audio in my Audi. I could feel my pulse quicken as I drove, nearing Bibury and Teri. Why was I not just turning around and heading home? The devil inside found a convincing answer to each question!

Teri’s “cottage” in the country turned out to be a rambling farmhouse down a quiet lane. A stone built structure which in daylight looked the very essence of a Cotswold farm. No doubt at night it would make a perfect set for a horror movie, of a home for my little devil.

My car turned into the circular drive at the front of the house, the tyres scrunching the gravel as I drew to a stop. As instructed, I walked around the side of the house to a smaller side door, no doubt once the servants’ entrance. I pulled the large bell handle and heard a clang somewhere deep inside the house.

What erotik film izle seemed like a minute (but probably less than half that) passed before the heavy door opened.

“Bill you found me alright then?” the question unnecessary as she stepped aside to let me enter. Teri was dressed in a big red bath robe, the collar of which was turned up and the neck pulled across. She looked as if she may have just left the shower, but the well groomed hair, the modest but immaculate make-up and the perfume gave a lie to that.

The door closed behind me and she came to my side.

“Shall we go up then?” her frank, open remark rocked me back on my heels. There was no mistaking the meaning, and my look of surprise must have showed.

“Oh come on Bill, we both know why you are here.” She looked into my eyes, a deep sensual look. I knew I was lost. Like a lamb to the slaughter I followed her up the narrow steep stairs which opened out directly into a huge room totally dominated by a king-size bed. The quilt was already drawn down, the dark blue silk sheets like a small pond in the middle of the room.

She turned to me, the blond shoulder length hair moved around her neck as if on a gentle wind.

“So Bill are you going to keep me waiting?” a ‘come and get me’ smile spread across her lips as her small hands went to the knot at the front of her robe. She pulled the cord and the robe parted. A shrug of her shoulders and it slide down her arms to lay in a heap on the floor.

She was naked. Beautiful, wonderfully curved and naked. The only adornment a small gold nipple ring on her right breast. A surprise given her status and wealth.

“So, what do you think Bill?” my eyes no doubt gave away exactly what I thought of this woman.

“Wonderful” I replied, “Perfect ……..”

Her look questioned my hesitation. I went for broke.

“A perfectly beautiful fuck slut.”

Her face broke back into a smile “Well then Bill, this slut wants to see you naked and then have you fuck this slut’s cunt.” She moved toward me running her hand over my cock which had grown thick inside my trousers. She went for the belt, undoing the simple clip and pulling it free. She pulled down my zipper and my slacks fell to my ankles.

“Mmmm a man prepared” her head bowed to look at my rising cock which, with forethought I had not held in any underwear. I pulled the golf shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes and prised my socks off my feet. I stood naked in front of her.

“So what do you think Teri” I asked in an echo of her earlier rquestion.

“Perfect” she replied mocking “a perfect fuck stick nice and long and fat.”

With that she fell to her knees and, looking up at me with those deep blue eyes, let her tongue move forward to flick the head of my hard cock. Her small hand came up to encircle my organ, to pull the skin slowly back to reveal the purple head. That tongue snaked around the head, running under the ridge of the crown, returning to probe the small eye at its tip. Then her lips encircled me, taking the whole head into her mouth before slowly running down my shaft. Half way in I felt her throat muscles move and my cock head passed into her throat. Onwards her lips travelled until her nose nestled in my pubic hair. A look of triumph on her face, she slowly eased my cock back again, her teeth grazing the sides of my shaft, exerting just a little sharp pressure. Her hands held my thighs for balance as she started to fuck her mouth down onto my cock, all the while her eyes stared up at me. Her look a mixture of pride in successfully deep throating me, and sheer lust.

I grabbed her soft hair, holding a clump of it and turning it tight around my fingers, using it to force her face down again, my cock back into her throat.

“You want my cock slut?” She could not answer, except with those eyes, eyes now just pure lust. She obviously liked to be treated rough. If today I was her bit of rough then I was happy to play the part.

My usual desire to return oral pleasures was forgotten, all I wanted at the moment was to release my load into her eager face. I continued to fuck into her mouth, barely withdrawing long enough to let her gasp for air. My fingers twisted in her hair, certain that I was causing her pain but I did not care. This was a hidden me, one who simply wanted to use and abuse this lovely creature.

I felt my balls tighten. She sensed it too and increased the suction of her mouth and the pressure of her teeth while I slammed my cock into her throat. I felt the first rush, scalding inside my cock in its rush to be released. What seemed like a heavy load, left me to splash against the walls of her throat, I pulled back, letting a second salvo shoot into the roof of her mouth. Pulling back and out of her clasping mouth, a third and fourth shot hit her face, leaving two rivulets of cum to trickle across her left eye and down her nose.

My breathing was rapid, I felt as if I had gained extra strength as I looked down at this creature before me. Cum running down her face, her hair a mess, her breasts heaving as she fought to get air back into her lungs. She was looking up at me, if it was lust before, I do not know how to describe this look. Wanton lust, or sex crazed, both fail in their adequacy.

I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her roughly to her feet before spinning her round and pushing her back against the bed. I practically threw myself on top of her, my mouth going to her breasts, puling upwards with my hands to take her hard nipples into my mouth. My tongue twirled around the nipple ring, poking into it and tugging it, my teeth scraped over the hard flesh, nibbling the soft skin, leaving little pink marks as they sought to devour her breast flesh.

My fingers went to her snatch, already wet with her arousal. They twirled into the soft folds, opening up her thick lips to explore her deeper, my thumb arching upwards to rub her clit and bring that sensitive little knob into play. As I attacked her body with pure sexual lust, she writhed beneath me, alternately thrusting her breasts at my mouth and her pussy at my demanding fingers.

“Oh fuck yes.” Her voice rose, pleading; demanding. “Take me, fuck me, use me.” I was barely listening and needed no encouragement.

Two fingers slipped easily into her dripping pussy, her juice running down my fingers as I probed into her. I turned them around inside her, the tips reaching up, deep inside her pussy, searching for her G spot, rubbing the inner walls behind her clit. I squeezed her between my thumb on her clit and my fingers on her inner pussy walls. She screamed out “Yes Oh fuck YES”

I kissed my way down her body till my mouth was over her clit. I blew air over that hard nub of flesh then took it between my lips, sucking hard. My fingers continued their assault of her inner walls. I managed to squeeze a third into her as she convulsed above me. She was getting close, but I needed to give her more.

I used my teeth to scrape her clit, to nibble it as I plunged my fingers deep and hard into her slick hole. They were in as far as the knuckles on the back of my hand. This girl could be stretched and was crazy for it. I tried for a fourth finger, using insistent pressure to force my four bunched fingers into her protesting hole.

“No you bastard, too much.” She wailed, “Fuck you” but she did not try and move away; on the contrary she pushed downwards onto them, taking them slowly into her hot wet pussy. I was in awe as her pussy stretched to accommodate my fingers. When they were as far in as I dared to go, I started to massage her inner walls with my finger tips while renewing my assault on her clit. As my tempo increased she started to thrash wildly and I could feel the tension reaching breaking point inside her.

“Ahhhhhh yes I’m there don’t stop. Fuck Me. Yessssssssssssssss”

Her body went into a series of convulsions, each one greater than the next. Her pussy tightened around my hand until I thought she would stop the blood flowing. Somehow, out of that tight hot cavern, pussy juice flowed in more abundant quantities as she screamed into her first orgasm. I sucked hard on her clit and she went into a second more powerful orgasm, her body arched high off the bed, forcing me to lose contact with her clit. “Oh fuck YES.” A third orgasm overtook her, so powerful that her pussy practically expelled my fingers from with her, releasing yet more cum juice. I moved back slightly, watching her pussy twitch, looking into the lewdly gaping hole, watching her juice slide down her dark pink tunnel. A series of smaller spasms went through her body, slowly declining as she came down from her high.

I on the other hand was now so turned on by the sight of this woman in the throes of sexual release, that all I could think about was satisfying my own lust. My cock, now painfully hard, stood high against my body.

I pulled her over onto all fours on the bed and charged up behind her, my cock level with her stretched pussy.

“No no not yet” she screamed, “wait for fucks sake wait.” But I was not going to let this beauty off so lightly. I thrust my cock deep inside her pussy in one lunge. With all the juice flowing I met no resistance, pushing deep inside until my balls slapped against her ass cheeks. As I hit bottom, her inner muscles contracted to grip me. Despite the action of my fingers, this was not going to be a slack fuck. I held the cheeks of her ass roughly between my two hands and started to fuck her hard, battering into her with all my strength. I saw her look backwards towards me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and lust.

“You fucking bastard” she spat the words out, then added in case I needed encouragement “fuck me fill my cunt make me feel your cock.” I continued to ram into her my hands gripping her hips to emphasise the power of my thrusts. “Yesssss harder ram it into me. Yessssssss.”

How she managed to grip me I will never know, but her pussy remained tight as I fucked her. I resolved to break new ground. Scooping some of her juice onto my fingers I spread the warm liquid around her anus with the fingers of my right hand. Massaging that tight hole, probing, seeking entry.

“Oh no not that as well? Yesss fuck me give me everything.” In response I pushed my finger past the ring of muscle and into her hot ass. “You like this slut?” Stupid question, but I wanted her to know that I was going to treat her like the amateur whore she was. Her reply was to push back against my finger, taking it all into her passage.

I now fucked her in both holes and when I knew her ass was loose enough, I added a second finger, using them like a second prick to fuck her rear while my cock ploughed into her pussy. Her head fell to the bed her body levering itself back against my twin assault on her holes. Her inner muscles now gripped me in an attempt to get me to cum, but I had other plans.

I pulled my hard slick dick and fingers from her two holes to the audible sound of two plops. I raised myself slightly and aimed my cock at her rosebud, still slightly open from my finger fuck. I pushed forward, using my strength to force myself into her back passage. She looked around, her eyes nearly closed, her mouth hanging open as my cock entered her. “No your bastard you are too big. Not my ass please …….” Her voice tailed off as my cock sank into her until the head reached into her rectum.

“Tell me you don’t want this” I shouted at her, “tell me you don’t want my cock up your tight ass, tell me you don’t want me to cum in your dirty little hole.”

No answer other than a deep groan. I started to fuck her, slowly at first, but as her passage loosened slightly, I started to build up speed until I was hammering her ass. I could see the tight ring of flesh gripping the side of my cock as I fucked into her. I felt my balls tighten; I knew I was about to cum. I reached down to her clit and started to finger her. The tell-tale signs of her impending orgasm told me that she was ready to receive my load. I thrust high into her bowels and let a huge cum shoot into her. As it hit her, she convulsed and went into the throes of another frantic orgasm. Her ass clutched my cock as she milked a second deposit out of me. Then a third and a fourth, all matched by her own orgasmic contractions. All my energy seemed to leave me as a fifth spurt left my cock and I collapsed onto her heaving frame, squashing her against the silken sheets, now stained by our joint secretions.

I could not move and my weight meant that she was effectively pinned to the bed. As my breath started to return to normal, my cock wilted and slipped from her tight hole. I rolled to my side, staring up at the ceiling. She laying beside me, my cum running out of her ass to mingle with her own juice before running down to soak the sheets even more.

I don’t know how long I lay there, but it took some time before I could recover enough to turn onto my side and look at her. Her eyes were nearly closed, a dreamy sated look on her face.

“You’re quite something” she said slowly “ it will be ages before my poor pussy and ass get back to normal. I have never been stretched like that.”

“You’re not so bad yourself” I smiled back at her “you have a talented body just made for fucking.”

“Thank you kind sir, but now I need a shower.” She rose slowly and grabbed my hand and led me to the en-suite.

We dived under the hot water and started to soap each other down. I used my well lathered hands to wash her around her ass and pussy, both still pliable enough to permit my fingers to enter into the soft holes, my touch making her jump as they grazed over the still sensitive flesh.

She lathered her hands and washed my body, soaping my chest before going to work on my cock and balls, incredibly bringing them back to hard life. As my cock rose, I started to massage her breasts, gently at first, then applying more pressure, enjoying the sight of my fingers pressing into the creamy flesh. She started to moan, this lady obviously liked to be treated hard and firm. My fingers circled the hard nipples, then I grabbed them between thumb and forefinger to twist and pull them, giving the hardest treatment to the one adorned with the ring which I pulled hard pulling the flesh taut. That look of lust mixed with pain returned to her face as I manipulated them, Those big blue eyes looking at me, imploring me as I used them to move her body, pulling down on them, forcing her to her knees, before pulling them sharply upwards to bring her back to her feet.

I yanked downward again; she fell to the floor, loosing her footing so that I held her weight by her nipples. She screamed and she fell from my grasp onto the wet floor in a heap. That look again, pleading “Bill fuck me, use me.”

I grabbed her by the hair and forced her face to my cock which she swallowed in one easy movement. As I twisted my fingers in her wet hair, I forced my cock deep into her throat, enjoying the tightness, the knowledge that she was nearly choking on me spurred me on. I had always been a sexual romantic, but this woman had unearthed something new in me. I yanked her off my cock and almost dragged her by the hair back to the bedroom. I picked her up and threw her on the bed.

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Even though she allowed me to enter her virgin ass for the first time and even though she told me she wanted to watch a porn together, I still didn’t really believe her. We had sex a few times. It was nice but pretty standard. We did it doggy style once. She liked that.

One Friday I saw her for lunch and she suggested we get together that evening to watch a movie. I did a double-take and she giggled.

“I’ll supply a movie, and, uh, YOU supply a movie too.” Then she giggled some more.

“Hot DAMN, this is gonna be good.” I thought.

Our relationship wasn’t much of a ‘relationship’. We were more than fuck buddies and I truly liked her, but I wasn’t ready to get serious. She was coming off her divorce and I think to her I went from being a possible serious boyfriend to somebody who was going to improve her boring life. We were going to expand her horizons and have a laugh doing it.

On occasion she would talk about her ex-husband. She never mentioned his name. After a while I had to ask. There was a slight pause. If I had asked a month earlier, the pause would have been longer and there might have been some tears. But today, it was just a slight pause.

“His name is ‘Steve’.”

“Steve?!?”

She nodded.

“Huh.” That was all I could say. I stopped myself from saying “Well, I guess that’s why you never shout my name in bed.” A few girlfriends ago, I would have blurted that out. I guess we’re all growing, eh?

A few more lunches later and we came to the subject of her divorce again.

“I have to admit, I’m really ashamed that I got divorced. I just have the hardest time with it. I know in this day and age we’re supposed to get married and divorced easily but I really did think it was for the rest of our lives.”

Eventually I asked her what the cause was. She waived it off, the details still hurt. Essentially, he cheated on her, she forgave him, he cheated on her again. When he gave her VD, she threw him out – sort of. They lived together for another year until she could get the nerve to visit a divorce lawyer. He was a complete dick and would bring women around while she was in the house. Kind of a standard story in this world. Not much more to relay than that she said.

Then with a voice that was much stronger than she’d ever spoken when discussing this subject she said, “You know. I had a terrible time of it. We didn’t have sex for the longest time. There was clearly a problem. I toughed it out (a phrase she learned from me) and it made me feel like life was going by and I was going nowhere. When he finally moved out, I spent two long years in solitary confinement. I must admit I was something of a basket case when we met. But meeting you and getting to know you has given me perspective that I didn’t realize before. I thought I was dirty and horrible. Spending time with someone who desires me helped me see that I’m not. I’ve got my problems but I’m no better or worse than anyone else. We’re all kinda screwed up.”

As you can tell, I’m not the sentimental type, but this made me happy. I don’t ‘use’ Emily in the sense that she’s a play thing. I’m glad when I can make her happy. I’m just sure that I’m not the one to make her happy for the rest of her life. And I must say, I liked the direction she was heading, heh, heh, heh.

Anyway, that evening I arrived around seven with an overnight bag. I looked around the internet and found the right porn. It had a little of everything: Oral, anal, hot girl-girl action, even a double penetration. And it was a Peter North movie so each scene was gonna end with some nut-busting geysers. If she doesn’t like this one, she’s not going to like any porn.

What did she get? Hell, I don’t know. Can’t remember. It was wonderful – whatever.

We snuggled and it was all I could do to keep my hands off her. I suspected that if I tried something, I’d blow it with the porn.

After the first movie she looked at me like she was up to something.

“So. Wanna watch YOUR movie?”

“Uh. Sure. I looked around and got one that I thought would be typical.”

“Good. Let’s watch.”

I slid in the DVD not sure what to expect. We’d finished a bottle of wine so she was in a pretty good mood. While I was getting the porn ready she went upstairs and returned a few minutes later. Sure enough, new lingerie.

She sat next to me but not up against me. I liked that because I could see the look on her face out of the corner of my eye. She rested one hand on my thigh and gently rubbed the non-erotic top of it.

The first scene started with a pretty but heavily made-up blonde walking into a large bathroom. She had a thin robe on and sauntered over to a very large hot tub.

“Oh, she’s pretty,” Emily said with a surprise. “I like that robe – very sexy!”

“She looks like she’s been mugged by Mary Kay.”

Emily smiled and gave me an exaggerated elbow to the ribs.

The woman disrobed just as she approached the hot tub revealing wide hips, a small patch of blonde hair between erotik film izle her legs and two very large, very fake breasts.

Emily leaned forward. “Are those fake?! Wow, I’ve never really seen what fake tits look like before. Huh.”

“That’s pretty common for these movies.” I said evenly hoping it wouldn’t put her off.

Just then the door opened again and another woman entered. She was shorter with long, dark hair and large fake breasts as well. The second woman approached the first. They embraced and kissed. It was a typical porn star kiss with lots of tongue for all to see.

“Ooh! It’s a lesbian scene!” Emily cooed. I remained silent.

After a minute or two of kissing the women got into the tub and lathered each other up. With soapy breasts they began to rub their massive tits together. They were smiling and obviously enjoying themselves and soon returned to mauling each other. The shorter brunette worked her way down placing soft kisses on her neck and shoulders. While doing this her left hand moved up and began to caress the blonds tits. Then she leaned over slightly and began sucking on the blonde’s gorgeous, round nipples. Now both hands were kneading the blond’s breasts and the brunette took turns licking, sucking and biting her nipples. The blonde held her head up with a look that made clear to all that she really enjoyed the brunette’s lips.

I discretely glanced at Emily. She was transfixed on the movie but did not have a readable expression on her face.

After a bit the blonde pushed the brunette onto the edge of the hot tub and knelt in front of her.

“Here we go!” I thought.

Emily continued rubbing my leg but didn’t seem to be affected by what she saw.

Let me just say that the brunette’s pussy was magnificent. Beautifully trimmed with no sign of razor stubble, her lips were tight and her engorged clitoris was like the dot of an upside-down exclamation point. She reached down, parted her lips exposing a beautiful color of pink inside. The blonde dove in and attacked the pussy that lay before her. Like the kisses, her tongue shot out at an exaggerated length. Occasionally she would take the woman’s entire clit in her mouth and suck it.

I detected a change in the rate of rubbing on my leg. I looked over and saw Emily’s eyes wide open. She didn’t even blink. I didn’t dare distract her. Seeing this reaction in her make my dick rock hard. I considered placing her hand on my dick but didn’t want to blow too soon. I wanted to see her reaction to the other vignettes.

The licking continued with the camera alternating between the woman’s face and pussy. After several minutes of this, the brunette leaned back and made some loud moans. Her legs began to convulse. She grabbed the blonde’s head, pushed it into her hot pussy and wouldn’t let go until she was satisfied. After a minute she leaned way back until laying on the edge of the tub and started wriggling with delight. Finally she pulled the blonde up to her face and gave her a deep, sexy kiss. The camera faded to grey.

“Huh. I’ve never actually seen a woman’s vagina up close like that,” Emily stated.

“Did you like it?” I enquired.

“Pretty good! I liked it.”

The next seen started with Peter North on a bed with a woman and they were really going at it. She was unbelievably beautiful. She had long, blonde hair that went below her shoulders, long legs and two gigantic, real tits. They were large and much too firm considering she must have been in her late twenties. Clearly this woman was blessed with good genes.

He slid down, sucking her incredible tits for a while then continuing to her navel. He licked it and massaged the woman’s tits. As he started squeezing both nipples, Emily shifted in her seat.

“Well, things are starting to heat up!” I thought.

He continued further south and she parted her legs revealing a perfect pussy. It was bald and absolutely beautiful just like the rest of her. He dove in to that and began to lick furiously. The blonde clearly enjoyed it. After several minutes of this, she pulled him up and had him roll over and lay on the bed face up.

She slithered down placing light kisses along the way but clearly had one thing in mind. When she arrived at his hard cock she kissed the top of his head and then down the shaft to his balls. Just as she reached them she looked up, smiled and sucked on ball into her mouth. That amazing mouth rolled the hairless ball around, her tongue massaging the skin. She moved to the other ball and continued her sexy torture. As she was working on the second ball, her hand slid up the length of him and she began to stroke the nine-inch schlong. When she was through giving him a scrotum washing with her mouth she kissed her way up his cock. When she arrived at the top, she planted a giant kiss on his head and laughed.

She turned her head sideways and sucked in his dick just below the head. Then the blonde slid up and down the bottom of his cock while sucking in loudly.

The camera cut to Peter North’s face. He leaned back and had a big smile on his face. Again the camera was on the woman who sucked her way back up the length then turned straight and plunged down on the massive penis. More groans from Peter. I wasn’t sure how he didn’t pop right then and there. I, too, began to get in to the movie.

Then I heard Emily say, “Are YOU enjoying the movie?!” I realized that she had been looking at ME. Slightly embarrassed, I just nodded my head sheepishly.

Emily took my arm and pulled it around her. “I always wanted to learn how to do that. I think I’ll pay attention and see what kind of pointers I can get.”

“If you suck me off like that, you’ll be getting one giant pointer in your mouth.”

We both laughed and her hand slid to the inside of my thigh but still too far from my cock.

Several minutes of serious dick sucking and he pulled the blonde off of him and had her lay on the bed. He lined himself up and plunged it into her wet pussy. Emily grabbed my leg and quickly released it. The plunge was followed by quick, repeated, violent thrusts. His balls were slapping the woman’s tight ass. The camera was at the foot of the bed with a nice, tight shot of the action. His balls slapping her asshole were loud as he jack-hammered into her.

Emily’s mouth hit the floor. Her hand now began rubbing my thigh again but she was completely mesmerized. “I’ve never actually seen a man and woman having sex. Not from this angle at least. Is that what it looks like?”

“Yup, that’s it,” I dumbly replied.

She had the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

The blonde had her hands around Peter North’s ass pulling him in tightly. She made a loud, feminine grunt with every thrust.

It ended just as suddenly as it began. He jumped off her and rolled back onto the bed. She quickly climbed on top of him facing back toward the camera. She deftly managed his raging hard-on and lined it up with her slick love canal. The blonde shifted her weight and he was back inside in no time. Time for the required Reverse Cowgirl! She immediately started bouncing up and down. Giggles from her filled the TV speakers. Her tits were bouncing along with her soft pussy.

“She’s really beautiful,” Emily said in amazement. “God, she’s got quite a body.”

There wasn’t anything I could say. The woman certainly had an amazing body.

The blonde laid back on Peter. Both were facing up and he pumped from below. Now he had both hands on her breasts and he was massaging them and pinching her nipples. Even on that little TV we could see that she had large, round nipples.

The thrusting, the bouncing, the yelling, and the slapping of skin all became too much for poor Emily.

“Oh my!” She started to lean forward, her eyes glued to the scene before her.

The woman jumped off Peter North again, climbed off the bed and got on her knees. He was right behind her. I knew what was coming. Just as the woman got on the floor, she looked up and opened her mouth like a baby chick hoping to be fed. Yeah, she’s gonna get fed all right. I looked at Emily. She had a puzzled look on her face.

The blonde stared at Peter. He stroked his cock while she massaged his balls. And then it happened. The first burst shot over the woman’s head. The trail of white goo landing across her hair and face. The second burst went right for an eye. She flinched reflexively. The third, fourth, and fifth burst each found their mark. When he was done, the woman was completely covered in Peter North’s man chowder.

“OH MY GOD! He came on her FACE?!?!”

“Uh, yeah. That’s kinda standard too. Guess I should have mentioned that earlier. Sorry.” Oh, man. I really screwed this up.

As Emily was digesting what she was seeing for the first time, the blonde began digesting the cum off her face. She wiped it off and licked her fingers. She was laughing and seemingly enjoying her meal. Emily’s petite jaw dropped even lower.

“Wow. I had no idea that they did that.”

“Uh. Yup. That’s what they do in porn these days.” I wasn’t sure how much dumber I could sound but that’s all I could think to say.

The next part began but I don’t remember much about it. It was Peter North with two hot women. They were outside and doing it on a blanket. By now Emily was really hot and bothered. I was gently stroking her shoulder with one hand. She moved her hand from my thigh to my cock and began massaging that through my pants. As the three actors were making out, I leaned over and started kissing Emily. She returned the passion. She stared deep into my eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Like a porn star, I leaped to my feet and grabbed her hand to pull her up too.

We made a mad dash for the steps. I let her go first, pinching her ass all the way up. She giggled and tried to defend herself by reaching behind to block my pinching.

When we reached the bedroom I was naked and I started to rip her lingerie off.

“I want you now!” I declared.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I want you too!”.

I pushed her on her back and dove into her wet, hungry pussy. I tried to lick like a porn star. It didn’t take long. Her legs began to convulse and soon she was arching her back and screaming bloody murder. Before the earthquake ended, I climbed on top, lined up my cock and started thrusting. It was like we were living a porn only it was on fast forward.

I had my hands behind her shoulders and was pumping like crazy. Her arms were wrapped around the my neck and her hands were massaging the back of my head. She pulled both legs up and bent her knees. At that angle I was able to get deep inside her. The frantic pumping caused my balls to slap her as making the same slapping noise we heard in the porn.

“Oh, God, YES! Fuck me!” she screamed. I was just on the brink. I could feel the cum swelling up inside my balls. Then she yelled, “wait, wait, wait.”

“What? What’s wrong?” I couldn’t believe she wanted me to stop. I was just about to blow.

“Get up and lay on the bed.”

“What?!”

“You heard me.”

I was so surprised that I couldn’t question her. I did as she demanded. She climbed up as the actress did and mounted my dick in the Reverse Cowgirl position. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I ran my hands up and down her back as she rode my dick like a pro. She bounced on me and occasionally sweeping her hips around grinding on my pole. It really was amazing.

I told her, “Spin around. I want to look at you.”

She did as I asked and now she was on top facing me. She continued using my dick for her pleasure. Now I could see her wonderful breasts. I massaged them and squeezed her hard nipples. The grinding and bouncing reached a crescendo and she held still. The orgasm slammed into her. She leaned forward on top of me still gently grinding my still unsatisfied dick. Suddenly she stopped and look at me.

“Come on my face.”

“What?!”

“Come on my face,” she said out of breath.

So a few weeks ago this shy woman didn’t even want to talk about sex and now she was insisting that I treat her like one of the ho’s on the porn that SHE suggested that we watch. What a long, strange trip it’s been.

“Ok.” I couldn’t resist. What am I gonna say, “No”?

She jumped up and assumed the same position as the blonde.

“Massage my balls.” She did as I instructed.

I stroked my cock and she massaged my balls and it didn’t take long. Granted, I’m no Peter North but I did have a good-sized load in my balls. I put that load to good use and shot it all over this beautiful woman’s face. She laughed with her mouth wide open. Some of my man juice reached her forehead. A burst hit her cheek, and the rest shot right into her mouth. She gagged a little and went back to wanting more.

I got light-headed and almost fell on top of her. When I removed my hand she replaced it with her mouth sucking what was left out of my dick. When that was done, Emily jumped up and ran into the bathroom.

“Look at THAT!” she yelled.

She returned with a huge smile on her face.

“Ya see?! Don’t I look like a porn star?!”

“Yes you do. Glad I could assist.” I said wearily.

She wiped the goo from her cheeks and began to eat it. She made a sour face but continued until it was all gone. Then we made our way into the bathroom to clean all the sex off of us. It was a long, hot shower with plenty of long kisses.

When we were through, we went back down stairs and lounged on the sofa naked. The movie was still playing.

“Agh! We missed most of it,” she complained.

“We’ll just watch the rest of it some other time,” I said.

She shot me an enthusiastic smile and nodded.

By now one woman was laying on Peter North. They were both face up as before but now the other woman was licking her friends pussy and massaging Peter’s balls.

“Ohh! Doesn’t THAT look like fun!” Emily blurted out. Then she realized what she said and turned red.

“Oh, you LIKE that huh? Think you might like to try something like that sometime?” I couldn’t help but tease.

“I don’t know. Maybe” Emily replied trying to act cool after her gaff.

“Did you like the lesbian scene earlier.”

“Hmm. A little.”

“A LITTLE?! You couldn’t take your eyes off it!” I said incredulously. I slid my hand up and massaged her large tits.

“O.k. It looked like fun. I admit it.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”

“NO! Are you kidding? No I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Not even in college? Come on. You can tell me.”

“If I did it, I would tell you,” she said with an embarrassing laugh.

“Do you ever fantasize about it?”

There was a long pause and then she admitted it.

“Sometimes when I’m alone, in bed with my vibrator, I think about what it would be like with a woman.”

I was gently caressing her breasts when she said it. She turned her head toward me and I gave her a deep, passionate kiss.

“Does that bother you?” she asked.

“Bother me?” I placed her hand on my hardening dick and her eyes got wide.

“Does it turn you on?” she teased.

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“No one sings like you anymore…”

Chris Cornell—Soundgarden

Chapter 2

“I’m not gay!” is what Grace wanted to say, but her mouth was too full of vagina… hot, dripping, delicious vagina. Her tentative tongue betrayed her as she began enjoying the experience despite herself. In less time than she could have imagined her first girl/girl experience taking, she went from startled to curious, and then from curious to ravenous, and then her tongue was all up in that juicy pussy as if it had a mind of its own. Grace closed her eyes and relaxed, her hands and ankles still bound, still sitting in a puddle of her own pee, and allowed the weight of the woman’s crotch to push her head slightly back, shifting the angle of her face to where she could better dig her tongue into the moist cleft. Grace felt her own pussy growing warmer. She strained to see just how deep she could dig up into that warm, wet hole and it rewarded her efforts by gushing juice down her throat and all over her face. Delicious rivulets of cum and saliva dripped down her cheeks, onto her neck, her shoulders, and trailed down her naked breasts, the tiny drips of juice dangling and falling from the stainless steel jewelry in her nipples.

“Wow… that’s amazing,” murmured Maude “She’s a natural,” and backed off of Grace’s wet face, replacing the blindfold and then walking away.

Just before they were covered again, Grace’s beautiful green eyes flashed with wonder and amazement up at the woman she had just serviced. Her emotions were a nearly explosive jumble of apprehension, nervous excitement, and… admiration. She had never seen this woman before, never had sex with another woman before, and now… she had just eaten her out, and she had liked it. She liked the way the woman tasted, liked the way she carried herself, her confidence. Grace struggled a bit with the excitement she was feeling. “I…” and again her words were cut short as Maude spoke, her voice sounding large as it reverberated within the room’s cavernous walls.

“Ok, boys. She’s all yours. Treat her gently, clean her up and bring her to the hall. I’m gonna’ go wash the piss off my feet.” And then Grace felt a pair of large, strong hands wrap around her slender waist as two more pair attached themselves to each of her legs. Together they lifted her up, cuffs still attached to her wrists and ankles, and carried her away.

“Oh man, I’m getting pee all over me,” said one male voice.

“That didn’t bug you last night,” said another.

“Ha! True,” replied the first.

Grace heard the click of a door closing behind them and noticed the sound of their voices had changed: they had entered a hall or corridor.

“Where are you taking me? Where am I? Where’s…”

“Don’t worry,” a cultured, South American accent gently interrupted. “Maude told us to be gentle and we will be. All you need to know is that we are going to take very good care of you.”

Grace liked the sound of that, so she relaxed a bit. She asked the man’s name.

“I’m Augustin,” he replied. “And behind you is Rex. Holding your other leg is Thorn,” a brief pause and then, “Gordon is walking ahead of us.”

Grace’s anticipation spiked at that. And she tried fruitlessly to imagine what the silent Gordon might look like as they arrived in another room.

They placed her on a cold tile floor. The sound of faucets being turned echoed off of what sounded like tile walls. The slight smell of sweat gave Grace the impression that she was in a locker room.

Behind her, she felt the cuffs around her wrists being removed. Ahhh… Grace stretched her shoulders, rolling them back and forth, releasing the tension that had built up. Two giant hands landed, erotik film izle one on each shoulder, and began rubbing. The fingers were large and powerful, and they massaged her shoulders with great skill, her collarbone, her neck, her shoulders, her arms, working out the soreness that had collected there. The gentle and strong hands put Grace into a dream-like state. If she were being hypnotized, now would be the perfect time to plant suggestions.

Thorn spoke, “Water’s ready.” Grace thought she detected a German accent.

“Ok, go,” she recognized Augustin’s voice. And then the water sprayed her from feet to head. The spray traveled up her naked body, tingling like a thousand tiny needles against the soles of her feet, her legs and thighs, her belly, and her chest. Rex’s fingers disappeared, to her dismay, and then the water briefly squirted her face, mask and all, before she instinctively turned and felt the water soaking her hair and then, in moments, she truly was all wet.

The water was turned off. Some squirty noises, and then the smell of vanilla filled the air. And then several sets of hands were lathering her from head to toe. The soap and shampoo felt warm and creamy is it was applied to her skin and hair. The guys were thorough and gentle; they seemed to have a knack for this. Their hands were talented and this was clearly not the first time they had washed a captive.

Grace found herself relaxing even more. Her breathing was deep and regular as fingers went through her lush, chestnut colored hair, gently massaging her scalp. A pair of hands rubbed her right arm with soap, washing her armpit and shoulder, down to her bicep, then elbow and wrist, before sliding slowly down her forearm to skillfully work her fingers, carefully rubbing each segment of each digit one at a time before traveling back up and over to her chest, cupping and lathering her breast as her pink, pierced nipples stood up in appreciation. Each and every touch of the curved steel in her tits would send shocks of pleasure throughout her body; every caress was electric.

Another set of hands on her left side mirrored the ones on her right.

Both sets of hands moved lower. They went down her chest, over her soft belly, and down to her chestnut haired pussy. The other set of hands worked up from her feet and toes. Briefly, it seemed that all of the many fingers had converged at her crotch and were fighting their way between the lips of her cunt, taking turns digging into the swollen lips of her pink pussy, before snaking back up her stomach to cup her breasts, or back down to massage her feet and toes again. Grace shivered as the fingers conducted this sensational dance across her entire body, pushing deeply, rubbing gently, exploring and delighting.

It goes without saying that she had never been this expertly washed in her life. At this point, Grace was practically traveling in the astral plane.

“Good?” she heard Thorn speak, and then, “Yep, she’s good,” a woman’s voice? Grace sighed a bit and almost tried to figure something out as all those magical hands suddenly vanished just before the water sprayed again.

Grace was startled. The warm water sprayed her head and torso, and the hands returned to rinse the shampoo from her hair and the soap from her body, thoroughly, but without the magical devotion she had experienced just moments before.

Then the water was turned off and soft, clean towels cocooned her. The towels were warm and smelled faintly of bleach. She was vigorously dried, her head, her body, even the floor beneath her. She felt clean, and now, but for her slightly damp hair, she felt dry and warm, too.

The towels were quickly removed and then Grace felt someone crouching over her legs. Hands on her face and then, finally, the blindfold was removed. Grace opened her eyes.

“Hello, Gorgeous,” said the slender, darkly-tanned and completely naked brunette kneeling over her, just inches from her face. “I’m Gordon.”

Gordon de Silva’s hair, which was closer to black than brown, was pulled tightly to the back of her head and tied into a ponytail. Her eyes were green, like Grace’s, but where Grace’s flashed like emeralds, Gordon’s were colored more like khaki and flecked with orange and yellow. Her breasts were small and round, with no tan lines and dark brown nipples that stood up and out, showing off the stainless steel rings that pierced them.

“I like your nipples,” Gordon said as she reached out and tweaked Grace’s jewelry, then cupped one and compared it to her own. “Very nice.”

Grace blushed. Gordon smiled.

And with that, Gordon applied her mouth to Grace’s, inserting her tongue and forcefully kissing the still slightly dazed Grace, who, quite naturally, reached a hand up to cup one of Gordon’s breasts and relaxed into the kiss, closing her eyes and marveling at the depths to which Gordon’s tongue was exploring her mouth.

Gordon pulled away with a flick of her tongue and glanced at the man behind Grace.

The great hands reappeared, coming from behind and covered in massage oil; they practically wrapped themselves around her, starting with her shoulders and working their way down her arms to her fingers, then back to her shoulders and down her torso.

Grace was surprised by the deep, obsidian-like blackness of Rex’s skin as his fingers traveled across her body. Against her pale flesh, his fingers seemed to almost not be there, as if they were simply the outline of someone improbably composed of black, starless space.

Gordon saw her looking. “Don’t worry. He’s very friendly, and gentle. Doesn’t say much, though.” Rex’s vanilla oiled fingers pressed against Grace’s cunt, almost lifting her up. “Doesn’t really need to.” A reflexive exhalation escaped Grace’s suddenly open mouth as Rex’s fingers slid between her legs.

Then Gordon’s hands joined Rex’s and they both began working Grace’s entire body with the massage oil. Rex, from behind, mostly did her arms, her hands, her shoulders, and they carefully worked her tits. Gordon, from the front, did her belly, her thighs, calves, ankles, and then carefully massaged each of her toes. The washing and drying had put Grace into a state of bliss; the massage elevated her consciousness and left her in love with the world.

Rex’s clean-shaven chin appeared on Grace’s left shoulder. His eyes flashed electrically, and his scent was like musk. Grace felt enveloped by his long, muscular arms, one of which wrapped over her right shoulder, down her chest, between her tits, all the way to her crotch. A great hand cupped her cunt and dug a large, thick finger straight up inside of her, her own juices and the massage oil readily greasing the way. The finger seemed to be digging straight to her very core. It invaded her, seeking out and adroitly pressing against her g-spot. Grace moaned. Her head was spinning. She also felt something large pressing against the small of her back, something really large.

Rex then curled a second great finger inside of her and pulled firmly, as though he was going to pick her up and Grace moaned again. He did that several times, each pull tugging a moan from deep in her throat as the fingers seemed to delve deeper and deeper, digging into her being, clamping her entire mons within a gentle yet vice-like grip that pressed delicious pressure against her pubic bone and pulled, and released, and pulled, and released. Grace was throbbing in sympathy to each pull, climbing towards nirvana.

Grace was not thinking of anything at all. All she wanted was for those incredible fingers to continue doing what they were doing to her.

Of course, that’s when they stopped.

The Nubian giant removed his fingers from her just as quickly as he had invaded her, only this time he didn’t pull away entirely. His left hand, which had been against her side, slid up from her waist, spread out and nearly covered her entire chest; his right hand pulled out of her cunt and then flattened against her crotch from behind. With his right palm against her ass, fingers under her, Rex lifted, leaning her forward against his other hand. Augustin helped to reposition her shackled legs so that she was on her knees. And Rex didn’t stop leaning her forward until he had gently pressed her her face and chest against the tile floor, whereupon her hands were pulled back and cuffed behind her once again.

Ass in the air, face against the floor, and her wrists bound behind her, Grace felt extremely vulnerable, but equally wet and relaxed, and curious enough to keep still and quiet.

As the door shut Maude turned to where a pair of ladies dressed as schoolgirls were having their way with a man tied to a bench. “It smells like a latrine in here.” Her voice was dismissive, but with an undertone of amusement, too. She walked to the cleaning station against the wall: a small stool over a drain set into the floor, a bucket, a hand-held shower nozzle and a faucet, and a mirror set low for someone to look into while seated on the stool.

The ladies in white knee-high socks and shiny black pumps briefly turned their heads and smiled a bit at Maude’s comment. Their pony tails bounced playfully as they returned to their preoccupation. Their white, short-sleeved blouses were tied in bows just below their small breasts, exposing their bare midriffs and pierced bellybuttons. Yukiko’s had a silver and pink, diamond studded Hello Kitty dangling, and from Yoo Min’s bellybutton hung a disk that looked somewhat like a yin-yang but which was divided into three lobes: one yellow, one red, and one blue. Black Watch plaid micro-mini-skirts just barely covered their hips, asses, and neatly trimmed pussies.

“Drink it, bitch!” With one hand, Yoo Min, who was was hunched over Sam’s face, spread the lips of her vagina; in the other she held a fistful of Sam’s hair. From between her glistening cunt lips, a golden stream of hot urine was drilling directly into Sam’s mouth, which was wide open between her thighs. The acrid yellow fluid overflowed his mouth, dripping down the sides of his face and cascading onto the floor, endangering her pumps.

Jutting out from beneath Yukiko’s skirt, a large, black dildo was hammering in and out of Sam’s ass, his legs and arms spread and bound. Yukiko had Sam’s hard dick in hand and was jerking it slightly with each thrust.

Lowering her pissing cunt to Sam’s mouth, Yoo-Min finished more neatly against his eager tongue. And with a final thrust, Yukiko buried the dildo in Sam’s butt to the hilt.

“Dinner’s in an hour,” Maude had finished washing her feet and was considering hosing the puddle Grace left into the drain. “You guys’ll get Sam cleaned up before then, right?”

“Yeah, Boss. Sure thing,” Yukiko said as she began applying lube to her right hand and forearm.

Maude left, having apparently decided that someone else would clean up Grace’s pee.

Sam seemed quite content to continue lapping at Yoo Min, hungrily licking the last few drops of pee from her hot, wet cunt and digging for more. Yoo Min, in response, straightened up a bit, pressed herself a little harder against Sam’s mouth, and smiled as she watched Yukiko press her greasy fist against Sam’s already abused asshole.

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The moon was full in a clear starlit sky on the first night of our cruise, there was a light breeze flowing over your naked 36dd breast as you lay on top of the bed covers with your long blonde hair in a pony tail having a nap before we went for dinner. The breeze had made your deep pink nipples hard and erect, and watching you lying there naked on the bed apart from your little black thong gave me such a hard on. I wanted to take you there and then, push my cock into you and fill you with my cum, but we do not have time as it was getting close to dinner and we were expected at the Captain’s table. I awake you with a kiss on your full lush lips.

“It’s almost time honey.”

At this you wake up with a sexy smile on your face as if you had been dreaming of something very naughty and get up, putting on your sexy little black backless dress which is low cut at the front showing just enough of your ample cleavage.

At the Captain’s table as we are half way through the main course you feel a hand touch you lightly on your thigh, you turn to me with your eyes wide in surprise and smile at me blowing a little kiss in my direction and whisper to me.

“Soon, Ian, very soon.”

One of the other female guests across the table from us catches your eye and you go all red and shy as she smiles and winks at you.

After we have finished dinner we hit the dance floor to a slow song. Holding you close to me I feel your erect nipples through your dress press against my chest as you oğuzeli escort feel my erect cock nudging against your pussy mound. You whisper in my ear.

“Let’s find somewhere dark and quiet, I want to feel your hard throbbing cock in my mouth.”

I whisper back to you.

“I have a better idea.”

I take you by the hand and lead you from the ballroom, down the long hall back to our room. On entering the room you see a rose on your pillow next to a bottle of champagne which I had the waiter put there when we were at dinner. You turn to face me with a big smile on your face and ask excitedly.

“What better idea you have in store for me?”

“Bren close your eyes.”

You do without questioning me.

I turn you around and put a blindfold over your eyes and slip your dress off your smooth shoulders and let it slide down your slender body and fall to the floor.

“Don’t move stay right where you are.”

You hear me undressing behind you and then feel my naked chest against your back. You tremble with excitement and wonder what is going to happen next. I guide you over to the bed and sit you down. You then hear the pop of a cork from which I pour two glasses from the champagne bottle. I tell you to slide into the middle of bed, which you do, as I sit on the bed beside you and hand you one of the glasses from which you sip from nervously. You feel the cold of a glass object by your leg and ask.

“What else do you have on the bed?”

I tell you to open your mouth, and as you do so I pop a strawberry between your lips that had been dipped into the champagne and as you bite into it the juice from the strawberry runs down your chin and down between your breasts which I lean over and lick off you. You hold the other half with your full lush lips for me to take from you with my mouth. As I do we kiss and I take your glass from you and tell you to lie down on your back.

Still with your blindfold on you lie down, and I take out two blue silk ties from the bedside drawer next to me and tie each of your hands in turn to the headboard. You let out a little moan and as I look down your tanned body I can see that your pussy juice is already seeping through your thong. I tell you to spread your legs and you do so. I get off and walk down to the bottom of the bed, kneeling down on the floor I take hold of your foot, I start kissing and licking your toes my tongue traces up to your ankle , then up on the inside of your legs to your knees. I feel you squirming and hear you moaning out.

“Yes Ian higher, higher.”

I kiss and lick further up the inside of your thighs stopping every now and again giving you little love bites on the inside of your thighs. Then up and up I go on the insides of your thighs until I reach the top of your leg until I reach the place between your thigh and crotch and find your very wet thong in front of my eyes. I push my fingers inside the top of your thong and slowly pull at them and pull them down your thighs to your feet and off you, as I do I blow gently over your very wet pussy lips and nuzzle my nose next to your swollen pussy lips. I can smell your sex so strongly, your juices already leaking from your pussy as you feel your first orgasm start.

I take your vibrator out of your bedside drawer and bring it to the entrance of your pussy. I start to rub it lightly over your pussy lips as you lift your ass of the bed in total lust and wanting!!! You tell me to thrust in inside you.

“When I am good and ready Bren.”

I tease you with it. I turn the vibrator on and continue to tease your pussy with it running it over your pussy lips and on to your clit. I push the tip of it into between your pussy lips as you moan in sheer delight and start to shudder as an orgasm rips through your body!!!!

You beg me to fuck you with the vibrator and I ask just how much you want it deep in your pussy? You say.

“Please Ian I beg you to fuck my pussy deep and hard!”

I turn and look into the full wall mirror and see you lying there with your hands bound to the headboard and the vibrator deep inside your pussy and think to myself, “god you look so sexy laying there I am going to make you cum all night long.” With that I pull the vibrator slowly from your pussy and climb between your legs which you wrap around me and pull me tight to you. Feeling me at the entrance of your pussy you lift up as I thrust my cock deep inside your pussy, your ass now off the bed meeting my thrust as I slide all the way into your warm wet and very inviting love hole.

To Be Continued!!!

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Strangers sit in the sterile waiting room. She pretends to read some gossip rag, idly flipping pages. He pretends to clean his fingernails, scraping at his hands. They each find the other attractive but are too buried in shame and fear to savor the brief shared glances.

For two weeks they have been waiting. Consumed by the terror of what the answer might be. Her nervousness is cloaked in betrayal. His nervousness is shadowed in minor pride. Both are overwhelmed by so much anxiety, that they can think of little else.

Their names are called almost simultaneously. He is taken to Room B, her Room D. “Negative, 100% negative. You are clear of all sexually transmitted diseases.” The result is the same for both of them. It feels as if their lungs are just taking their first breaths.

Walking out of the office, he notices her step is much lighter. “Good news I presume?”

A bashful, “Yes,” she replies.

“Me too. Such a relief.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t think I’ve slept more than two hours since they tested me. You would think these days they could give you results immediately. They do it on TV all the time.”

“I know, right? It’s as if they want our sins to weigh on us while we wait, so that we are more careful next time.”

“Uh… yeah,” she mutters with sadness.

“At least it’s over. I feel like I should be celebrating.”

“It does sort of feel like I’ve just won something.”

“I think I need a drink. First round on me. You in? There’s a cheap bar two blocks down.”

Her mind immediately begins working on the list of excuses usually prepared for this kind of situation, but she can’t think of any of them. She does want a drink. She wants two drinks. Right now. “Fuck it, let’s go.”

She is surprised by her own language, and even more surprised she is accepting a drink offer from a complete stranger. It shakes up dormant energy she hasn’t felt in months. It’s just a drink, anyway. Innocent. She speeds up their walk to the bar.

By the third or fourth drink, all the tension of the day has been put to bed. “So, so…I gotta ask you. Why were you getting tested? You seem like a fit, healthy young man,” she asks as she eyes his strong arms and powerful chest.

“Crazy couple of weeks abroad. Kind of lost myself for a bit there. What about you? You don’t seem like the type who would be careless.”

“I’m not careless. In fact, I’ve never even had sex oğuzeli escort without a condom,” prissying up her posture as she protests. “My fucking boyfriend. EX-boyfriend.” Again, she is stunned by her own use of profanity. “We always used condoms AND birth control, but I found out he had been cheating on me. And since I sucked his tiny little dick, I figured I should get checked.”

She never talks like this. Not even with close friends, not even when she is much drunker. Right now, she just doesn’t care about censoring anything. She wants the raw emotion out, unconfined.

“Well, here’s to being free of that asshole. AND to being free of all known sexually transmitted diseases,” as they take down another shot. He is starting to feel the level of drunkenness that usually results in him hitting on a vulnerable girl, but thinking about doing that to her makes him feel guilty. He decides he should leave.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out. I’m pretty drunk and I should probably get home.”

“Oh. Uh… You sure? Maybe just another drink?”

“Yeah, no. I don’t think that’s a good idea. There’s a lot of cops around here and I really shouldn’t be driving.”

“Well my house is just around the corner.” It is out of her mouth before she even realizes it. First drinks with a stranger, then an invitation into her home?

“I…OK, why not?” He still feels like he was taking advantage of the situation, but he doesn’t want to reject her. Or at least this is how he justifies going for just one drink. He is only a man after all. Who is he to deny her hospitality?

Handing him a drink on the couch, “Here’s to us. To both being completely clean.”

With a chuckle, “Yeah, we could fuck like rabbits, without any health consequences. You did say you were on the pill, right?” He says this jokingly, but as soon as they both hear it out loud, the truth of the statement can not be ignored.

“Yeah, we could, I mean, I could come over and suck your dick right now, and wouldn’t have to worry about anything in the entire world.” Who was saying these words? She would never had said anything like this. Not even to her boyfriend- EX-boyfriend.

He stares at her, “Yeah, we can do anything right now,” and with a fuck-it mentality, he begins to unbuckle his belt. He isn’t fast enough though. She needs it right away. For the fist time, she feels free, reckless. She is no longer trapped in some bubble of insecurity disguised as safety. Anything is possible. She dives between his legs, unbuttons his jeans, and fiercely unzips his fly.

She wraps her mouth around the head of his cock without delay and she begins slobbering and sucking in a frenzy. She takes him into her throat deeper than she has ever taken a man, swallowing his whole member with abandon. He grows more excited and she tastes the sweetness of his precum drizzle from him and grabs his shaft. She squeezes it tight and strokes, milking it for every drop, letting the stranger’s juices drip into her belly.

“I need you to fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck it raw!” She has never even used what she calls ‘the c-word’ before, but is now screaming it at a stranger. She can do whatever she wants. She doesn’t need to be safe with her body, or with her words.

“Take your shirt and jeans off for me and I will.” She does as told. She rips at her sweater, losing a button as she tears at it. She slides her pants down, pausing when her hand reaches her crotch. She gives herself a firm rub as she pushes the jeans off. But as she reaches around to remove her bra, he stops her.

He places his hand at the base of her spine. His hand is large enough that it covers the entire width of her lower back. He pulls her in and kisses her deeply, mangled tongues of a car wreck, driving too fast and too recklessly. His hand then slides up the groove of her back, and with a simple flick, unhinges her bra, dropping it to the floor.

He brakes the kiss, and begins letting his tongue crawl its way down the front of her body. Stopping to suckle on her breasts, stopping for butterfly kisses on her stomach. His mouth is then at the top of her panties. He takes the waistband of them in his teeth and presses his chin into her mound.

He rubs his chin against her till he feels her wetness coming though the flower-covered, cotton briefs. Clenching in his teeth, he pulls them down. He slows for a moment to inhale her scent as his face crosses her pussy, but spends little time bringing the panties past her legs.

He pushes her down on to the couch, looks in her eyes and enters. This is the first time she has ever taken a condomless cock. This is the first time she has ever felt skin that soft inside her. It is an iron rod clad in velvet between her legs. Her juices slide freely over him, his dick races, streamlined, unencumbered, in and out of her.

She takes a deep breath and feels the oxygen go through her, in from her mouth, down her throat, deep within her lungs and carried out by blood to every corner of her body. His heat radiates inside her. She can sense his every vein, his every pore. His energy is connected to hers, his electrons are close enough to orbit between and around hers. They are cosmically close, melded. Where one person stops and the other starts is obliterated. She feels not just a dick in her. She feels his dick in her. She feels him, his being, in her.

She comes, shivering through him, sending her pleasure all around him, blanketing him in her orgasm. It renews his vigor and he begins fucking her deeper and more forcefully. She writhes beneath him, sweat covering them both in a full lather. He pounds, the head of his cock reaching the depths of her. He spins her around on top of him. She straddles and takes him in even deeper. She has never felt so filled before.

They are free to do whatever they want. A safe haven, like a lucid dream, where anything is available. Suddenly, she remembers everything is safe. She bends her head down and bites his shoulder. She digs her teeth deep into the ridge of muscle just below his neck, and his body erupts in protest, but she holds tight, her teeth piercing the skin. He slams his hips upward into her pelvis as she gnaws at him. The pleasure and the pain blur into one overwhelming sensation.

“Harder, bite harder,” he mumbles, almost delirious with pleasure.

“I want to taste your blood.” She knows he doesn’t have any diseases to worry about, so why the fuck not?

She bites deeper and tastes his skin get saltier. She begins sucking at him, like some whorish vampire in a novel from her teen years. The blood is messy, hot, wet, sticky. It makes her pussy messier, hotter, wetter, stickier. She gyrates faster and faster over her stranger.

“Cum inside me. Fill me with your messy, hot, wet, sticky cum.”

Hearing her say the words, he can’t stop, even if he wanted to. With her teeth clenched onto him, her tongue dancing over his wound, he comes. Like a geyser, he explodes inside her. She feels spurt after spurt, rush into her. His dick fills her, and now any crevice the cock couldn’t reach is caulked with his cum. All the hollowness she ever felt, is plugged up, every hole, whole.

She collapses onto him, feeling the most physical closeness she has experienced in her entire life. “I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?” she asks.

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I’ve said several times that one of the things I really like about getting head from older women is that for many of them, oral sex is more intimate than intercourse. I like that a woman is willing to share herself with me in a way that she feels makes her more vulnerable. Maybe it’s just an ego-feeder. Or maybe it just makes the act more special. Personally, I’ve always thought that the most beautiful thing a woman can do for a man is to take his cock into her mouth and suck him until he cums. So naturally I lean more towards women for whom it’s also very personal.

As I’ve said in earlier entries, it seems like younger women see oral sex as less intimate than intercourse. It’s like it’s become a way to keep their boyfriends happy and still retain their virginity. Or, at the very least, it’s the stepping-stone to fucking. In other words, younger women may see it as second or third base, where an older woman might not be as willing to do it for a man unless she was already intimate with him. Why wouldn’t I prefer older women, if they’re the ones for who giving a blow job is truly something special?

There’s also another reason I tend to go my age or older. After a few years out of college, you just don’t fit in with that crowd anymore. By the time you’ve been out of college for five years, you start to realize how naive you were then about almost everything. It’s not easy to relate to people who still live in that world. College aged women might have beautiful, tight young bodies, but if I can’t talk to them, what’s the point?

Of course, there are exceptions. Not everyone who is twenty-one is naive. Some women are more mature by then than I’ll ever be. But that’s not the case with this next entry. No, there are other reasons to make exceptions, as I’m sure you can imagine.

I was in a bar at happy hour with a few people from work when I noticed a girl across the bar looking in my direction. In the dim light of the bar it was tough to be sure, but she didn’t look familiar. She looked a bit young and was dressed in sweats with her hair pulled back. I wrote her off pretty quickly as too young, but I couldn’t help noticing that she kept looking over at me. Naturally, I looked back and smiled once or twice, but more out of habit than because I was interested.

I was surprised when she came around to me and addressed me by name. I had no idea who she was and told her so. She scolded me playfully for not remembering her. Her name was Stacy. It turns out she had worked part time last holiday season at my old girlfriend Cheri’s boutique. She had seen me a few times when I had popped in to visit. I vaguely remembered seeing more people in the shop, but I never would have remembered Stacy.

“I’m a good friend of Stephanie,” Stacy told me. “That’s how I got the job.” I looked at her blankly for a moment before remembering that Stephanie was one of Cheri’s regular employees.

“That’s also the reason I remember you in particular!” Stacy gave me a sly look that I couldn’t figure out. The blank expression on my face must have told her that I wasn’t following. “I’m Stephanie’s friend,” she said, emphasizing Stephanie’s name. At first I couldn’t understand what she was trying to tell me.

Then it hit me. Stephanie was the girl that had almost caught Cheri giving me a blow job in the back of the shop. Actually, she pretty much had caught us. Cheri had been squatting down less than a foot from me and I had been standing with my back to the door tugging frantically at my zipper. The only thing Stephanie hadn’t seen was Cheri’s mouth on my cock. Or had she?

I suddenly remembered seeing the vacuum cleaner Stephanie had been using hovering by the doorway between the front and back of the store. There had been a mirror there. Had Stephanie been watching the whole thing? I remembered thinking at the time that it was possible. I also remembered that, having just gotten an incredible blow job, I hadn’t really cared if the whole thing had been carried live on CNN.

The way Stacy was talking, it seemed that Stephanie might have seen something. But I wasn’t going to let on. I just looked at her, careful to keep my expression blank. Stacy must have figured that I didn’t know her friend had seen Cheri and me. She changed the subject.

“I really liked working for Cheri,” Stacy told me. “She was more than a good boss. She was more like a role model.” I nodded and politely agreed. “I want to own my own place someday, you know,” she continued and started telling me as if I was her best friend.

Stacy went on for a good twenty minutes, telling me all about her dreams of owning her own shop and how she would do this or that. I nodded and asked a polite question when appropriate, but the more Stacy talked, the younger she seemed. Not that I was all that interested in her to start with, but the more she went on, the more I was eager for her to go back to her friends on the other side of the bar.

Stacy was a cute kid, but that was the problem. I was thinking about her like she was a kid, not a woman. Clearly, oğuzeli escort she was at least twenty-one, or she wouldn’t be in a bar. She was also, from what I could tell, a very attractive young lady. But nothing in what she was saying was piquing my interest.

I guess my lack of interest was obvious, because Stacy suddenly stopped talking and looked at me. I looked back at her, noticing for the first time what beautiful blue eyes she had.

“You know what I really admire about Cheri?” Stacy said after a brief pause. I felt the momentary excitement of looking into her eyes start to fade as I shook my head. “It’s the way she can be in charge, you know, like a boss and all, and still be a woman.” I nodded, but not in a way that would have encouraged her to continue. But she did anyway.

“You know,” Stacy said, “Like the way she can give someone orders to clean up and still go in the back and give a blow job.” I looked at Stacy, raising an eyebrow. We looked at each other for a long moment. “I told you,” Stacy went on at last. “I’m good friends with Stephanie. We talk, you know?”

“That’s nice,” I said, annoyed with myself for letting her catch me off-guard so easily.

“And I told you,” Stacy said in what was presumably her seductress voice. “I want to be like Cheri.” She gave me a significant look. “Just like her.”

“Well, you’ve got your work cut out for you,” I replied.

“I don’t think you’re, like, getting what I’m saying, you know?” Funny how when I was in college it didn’t bother me that everyone said, like, ‘like’ every other word, but now I find it slightly irritating. Guess I’m gettin’ old.

“I think, like, you’re the one not getting what you’re, like, saying, like.” I shot back. I looked at Stacy and gave her a wan smile. She looked back at me steadily, a little bit of a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, well, like, if you think you’re so up to it, like,” Stacy said and ran her tongue across her upper lip in a move clearly intended to seduce. “I’ll show you what I like.” Her attempts at seduction, had they come from a good-looking forty year old woman, would have given me an erection. But I was only mildly amused by Stacy’s efforts. I don’t know why the double standard.

Maybe older women are just a fetish of mine. Or maybe I just felt that Stacy was like a child playing dress up. Or maybe I arrogantly assumed that I was too experienced to take her seriously.

Whatever the reason, I wasn’t all that interested in Stacy. She seemed to see this as some sort of challenge.

“Why don’t you like me?” she asked, giving her head a toss. With her hair pulled back, it didn’t have the effect she intended.

“Who said I don’t like you?” I replied. “I don’t even know you.”

“You don’t think I could be like Cheri though.” I don’t really know what she meant, and wasn’t sure I cared.

“Not many women can,” I said with a shrug.

“I bet in some ways I’m at least as good,” Stacy said, still smirking. She took a sip of her drink. “If we were in the back room right now, I’d show you what I mean.”

“Why?” I asked. I didn’t know this woman at all and couldn’t figure out what she was about or why she was making such an attempt to get my attention. Stacy looked into my eyes for a moment, then looked away.

“I, uh… I can’t stop, you know, thinking about it,” she said, glancing back into my eyes, but only for an instant.

“Thinking about it?” I was wondering if I really understood what Stacy was saying.

“Come on outside and I’ll show you.” She tried to give me her seductive smile again, but it seemed a little awkward. I guess my unenthusiastic response was throwing her off.

“Just like that?” I was genuinely surprised, but kept it hidden behind a bored-looking expression. I can honestly say I’ve never had a woman try to pick me up in a bar and try to get me out into the parking lot, presumably for a blow job, within thirty minutes of meeting me.

“Why not?” Stacy asked, the smirk coming back to her lips.

“Because we hardly even know each other,” I replied, thinking that I wouldn’t care that we didn’t know each other if she was older and, in my eyes, sexier.

“Let me tell you something,” Stacy said, leaning close and keeping her voice low. “I’ve been thinking about you that way ever since you walked into the shop and Stephanie pointed you out and told me you were the one.”

“The one?”

“The one she caught Cheri blowing!” Stacy whispered. I just looked at her, not saying anything. Stacy looked at me for a moment, then continued, still whispering. “Do you have any idea how hot that is? That she did you right there in the back of the shop? God,” Stacy took a deep breath. “I get wet just thinking about it!” She gave me a slightly embarrassed smile.

I looked at Stacy a little more closely. She had a very pretty face. Her bright blue eyes were accented by long, full lashes. She had high cheekbones and a delicate, slightly upturned nose. Her smile wasn’t what I’d call dazzling, but it was friendly and unpretentious. Her lips, which I now found myself thinking about, weren’t especially full, but she did have that nicely prominent crown in the middle of her upper lip and a playful curl at each corner.

Stacy’s light brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail, but it looked like it would fall straight to just below her shoulders if she were to release it. The baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants she wore made it impossible to tell much about her body. My guess was she was thinly built with small breasts, but I couldn’t be sure.

Her smile seemed to take on an air of smugness when she realized I was checking her out. This was probably more the way she was used to having men look at her I guess. A way that let her leverage her good looks to get what she wanted. I have to admit, I was a little resentful. Yeah, I was playing into her hands by looking her up and down the way I had, but I hadn’t been able to help myself. The fact that she seemed to know this, was counting on it, made me feel manipulated. I guess what really bothered me is that because she was younger, I didn’t see her as an equal and so I didn’t think that she should be able to play me so easily.

It might simply have been a matter of me expecting to have the upper hand just because I was older and, most likely, more experienced. Or, I didn’t like the game-playing that seems to be an inevitable part of dealing with younger women. I didn’t like it when they drew me into their games and played me like I was a dumb-ass frat boy that could be led around by his hard on–especially when I let myself be played.

“So?” Stacy asked with a perky little toss of her head.

“So what?”

“So do you want to go out to the parking lot for a few minutes?” There was a gleam of excitement in her eyes and a rosy hue came to her cheeks. She seemed to be getting turned on at the thought of blowing me in a car in the parking lot.

“Uh, it’s still daylight out,” I said, not sure that she would be so easily discouraged.

“I’ve got tinted windows.”

“I don’t know,” I said. The more I thought about it, the more I was torn. I mean, here was this cute little thing all ready and willing to suck my cock in her car. Right here. Right now. All I had to do was say okay.

But at the same time I felt like this was a power trip for her. I get my cock sucked plenty as it is. For her to waltz over and expect me to eagerly drop my pants at her command was a bit arrogant. I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to give in. Maybe I’m just stubborn.

“Look, I’m here with some friends. Maybe another night.” I admit, I was thinking about Stacy’s lips, wondering how they’d feel around my cock. But to let things happen completely on her terms would just seem like surrender. Besides, I really am not particularly attracted to younger women. Maybe if she had been dressed elegantly she wouldn’t have seemed so young and I wouldn’t have been trying to push her away.

Stacy looked at me for a long moment, probably surprised that I would turn her down. Then she shrugged and took another sip of her drink.

“Well, if you can turn down the most awesome head you’ve ever had,” Stacy said, leaning close. “Like, what else can I say?” She flashed me a smile and walked back around the bar to where her friends were, but she continued to look over at me. For my part, I tried not to look at her, but the thought of her ponytail bobbing up and down in my lap in the front of her car, well… We made eye contact across the bar several times. Each time she gave me that little smirk, like she knew it was only a matter of time.

And let’s be real. It was. There was no way that I could walk away from a blow job, even if Stacy was a bit young and arrogant for my taste. Probably what bothered me the most was knowing that she knew it. She knew if she wanted to suck my cock, she was going to. It was going to happen. Now on the one hand, that was tough for me to concede that I was going to lose this contest of wills. On the other hand though, she was going to take the sting out of losing by giving me head. Great head, if I were to believe her.

That was another thing that irked me. The way she said she’d give me the best blow job of my life. First, I’ve gotten a lot of blow jobs from a lot of women. Second, a lot of those women had sucked a lot of cocks before they sucked mine and Stacy was younger than most of them. I know that age isn’t necessarily an indication of experience. I’ve been with older women with very little experience and younger women with plenty. I had one reader email me to say that she sucked more cock by the time she was twenty than most women will suck in a lifetime. So on one level, I know that age and experience don’t always go hand in hand. Still, I thought it was highly unlikely that Stacy would be better than any of the women I had been with.

I should also note that I meant that strictly in a sense of physical cocksucking ability. I know that I’m more turned on by older women and therefore they have a huge advantage in the mental stimulation. And let’s face it, that’s at least half of what makes a blow job great. Stacy might be a one-of-a-kind cocksucker, but if I was only mildly turned on by the thought of her going down on me, I couldn’t see her giving me as big a thrill as, say, a Connie or a Cheri.

Still, there I was, sneaking glances at her across the bar, wondering how I could gracefully change my mind without feeling like I was sacrificing my pride. And she kept catching me. It seemed like every time I looked over, her head turned and our gazes met. Each time that smirk on her lips seemed to get a little more smug.

I lingered in the bar and was one of the last from my crowd to leave. As I made my way to the door, Stacy intercepted me.

“Ready now?” she asked. The smugness of her smile made me want to say no, but that just wasn’t going to happen. I had already started thinking about her lips sliding up and down my shaft and wondering just how good a sucking she would give me.

I gave her a raised-eyebrow look, trying to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind.

“Shut up!” Stacy said. “Like, stop pretending you don’t want it!” She had a big smile on her face now. Not the smug smile, but a happy one. She was probably feeling a bit smug too about knowing she could manipulate me. But that was overshadowed by what seemed to be genuine excitement. Stacy looked like a kid who had just been promised an ice cream cone. Was she really that excited to get to suck my cock?

Now I have had the pleasure of knowing lots of women who really enjoy sucking cock. Some have claimed to like sucking my cock as much as I like getting it sucked, which seems tough to believe, if only because I really, really enjoy it. That and the fact that I almost always cum. Some women have cum while performing their oral magic on me, but most don’t. So naturally I wonder how it could be as good for them when I’m the one who’s getting off.

Stacy’s enthusiasm for giving head didn’t really surprise me. What I didn’t get was why she wanted to blow me in particular. Yeah, she had heard a story about me getting sucked off by someone she knew. I could see where that might be a little stimulating. But I was still little more than a face and a name to her. Most of the women who were so eager to get on their knees for me knew me well enough.

Still, there was no denying that Stacy’s whole face had lit up when she saw that I would accompany her to her car. I never even said anything, I just shrugged and let a little hint of a smile slip across my face. The next thing I knew, she was virtually dragging me out the door and across the parking lot.

It was early twilight. Still too light in my opinion to be fooling around in a car parked in a crowded lot. But Stacy’s car did indeed have heavily tinted windows. She led me over to it and I slipped in the passenger side door. Stacy climbed in the driver’s side and, pulling the door closed behind her, turned and smiled at me. Her smile was so wide she was almost laughing.

“Well, don’t make me wait!” Stacy was leaning over and pawing at my pants almost immediately. I don’t know what I had been expecting, but I wasn’t ready for her to go straight for my crotch. I guess I thought we’d be making out and working our way up to the main event, but Stacy has other plans.

Before giving me so much as a kiss, Stacy was undoing my pants and fishing around for my member. Things had gotten started so quickly that I hadn’t had time to get aroused. It wasn’t the kind of sexy, steamy buildup that would have me hard as a rock before I ever got it out of my pants. Most of the best blow jobs I’ve gotten started with a lot of anticipation. There wasn’t any of that in this case.

And, in all honesty, I felt a bit bewildered by how aggressively Stacy was coming after me. I was caught off balance. Not that I didn’t want her to suck my cock. I was in with both feet at this point and very much expecting a blow job. But I found myself thinking more about Stacy’s motives than her lips on my rod. I was so preoccupied with why she was going down on me that I wasn’t fully enjoying how she was doing it.

But Stacy didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised to pull a soft member from my pants. She bent her head down and slipped me into her mouth. The sudden warmth sent a tremor of pleasure through me. Stacy sucked gently as my cock swelled in her mouth. After a minute of her tongue undulating along my vein and her lips rubbing softly up and down my shaft, my cock was fairly hard. Not straining-for-release-rock-hard, but I’d say about ninety percent.

Stacy reached her hand around my pole, grasping it firmly near the base. She put the head to her lips but didn’t open her mouth. At first I wasn’t sure what was going on. She rubbed my cock on her lips and licked me a few times, but she was no longer sucking me. Then she opened her mouth and took half of me inside. Almost immediately her body started to tremble and a muted cry escaped from her. I saw her hips wrenching and bucking on the other side of the car and I realized that she was cumming. For a long moment she held me half way into her mouth while her body writhed and shook.

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This story was co-written with my friend NightSmuggler. It’s a continuation of The Conference: He Walks into a Bar.

*****

I had the afternoon free. The whole afternoon. No meetings to attend, no talks to give, no sessions to sit through. The only downside was that David’s schedule didn’t line up with mine, and he had meetings all afternoon.

I kicked off my shoes and ordered a sandwich from room service. While I waited for my lunch, I got out of my work clothes and pulled on one of David’s t-shirts. It was the perfect time to look for a new work bag without David complaining.

After I found and ordered a bag and ate my sandwich, taking a long, hot shower sounded like a fantastic idea, so I did. Problem was, I still had at least a couple of hours before David would be back.

I could’ve answered work emails, but why ruin the illusion of the away message? The kids were still at school, and skyping them without their father around would be dumb anyway. So I thought about it a little bit and wondered: What Would David Do?

The answer came to me within seconds.

He’d rub one out. Duh.

So I got my toys from their hiding place in my suitcase, shrugged off the hotel robe I’d wrapped myself in after my shower, and destroyed the freshly made bed to get under the covers. Unlike at home, I had plenty of time, so I didn’t need porn to move things along. Instead, I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over.

When I finally heard David’s keycard swipe through the lock, I was propped up on pillows in bed and idly flipping through channels on tv. I pulled the sheet up over my breasts and watched silently as he walked in, put his bag down, and dropped his keycard on the desk.

“Did you enjoy your free time this afternoon?”

“Of course.”

He smiled and glanced around the room before sitting on the foot of the bed. “Stayed in, eh?”

“Uh huh.”

David loosened his tie. “What did you do?”

I shrugged. “The usual. Got some lunch from room service, ordered stuff online, took a nice, long, hot shower, and got myself off four times.”

He laughed. “Of course you did.” He tugged down the covers, revealing my naked body. “You’re probably still wet.”

I spread my legs for him. “Why don’t you find out?”

David ran his fingers lightly up my leg, ankle to knee to thigh, and moved closer to me on the bed.

“If I weren’t already wet, you’d certainly be making oğuzeli escort me wet now.”

He laughed, then leaned forward and kissed me while pushing a finger into my pussy.

“Still wet, just as I thought.” He kissed me again and pulled his finger out. “What did you watch while you got yourself off four times?

I started unbuttoning his shirt. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. I used my imagination instead.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “It’s really dirty, David. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“You came four times and are still dripping.” He dipped his finger into my pussy again and sucked my juice off his finger. “Yes, I want to hear it.”

I shivered. “Even though there was another guy involved?”

“Instead of me?”

I shook my head. “In addition to you.”

“You mean a threesome?”

I nodded, and he kissed me hard.

“Tell me, Amy. Tell me how you want me and another man to pleasure you.”

We stared at each other for a moment.

“Okay, David. I will tell you how I want you and another man to pleasure me.”

“Who was the other guy?”

I shrugged. “Don’t know. He was only there for his mouth and his dick.”

David wiped his brow in exaggerated relief.

“You want to hear this or not?”

He finished taking off his shirt and stretched out next to me on the bed. “You have my undivided attention.”

“Okay.” I cleared my throat, like the great storyteller I was about to be. “We were in our hotel room…”

“This one?”

“Yes. I was wearing the stuff from yesterday…”

“I love that outfit.”

“David.”

“Hmm?”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry, baby.” He scooted closer and laid his head on my thigh.

I ran my fingers through his hair. “S’okay. Anyway, we were standing over there by the desk. You guys were in front of it, and I was facing you. You pulled down the cups on my bra, and you both sucked on my nipples. Then I pulled you up to kiss me and pushed his head down. He kissed his way down my stomach and got down on his knees. You pulled my legs apart so he could get to my pussy.”

David started stroking my inner thighs, and I sighed. “That feels nice.”

“Good. Go on.”

“While we kissed, he licked. He licked my pussy. He licked my clit. He stuck his tongue up my pussy and fucked me with it while you fucked my mouth with your tongue.”

David teased my pubic hair with his fingers, occasionally running a finger along my slit, but not pushing between the lips. “Keep talking.”

“You’re distracting me.”

“I’m just getting started distracting you. Keep talking.”

“Okay. While he was tonguing me, you kissed your way down to my shoulder and around to my back. You told me to bend over and put my hands on the desk. I did, and you spread my ass cheeks so you could watch him tongue fuck me.”

He exhaled hard. “I liked what I saw, didn’t I?”

“Oh, yeah. You wiped up some of the wetness that was running down my thighs and started lightly stroking my asshole. It made me squirm against the guy’s mouth, and then you started pushing your finger into my ass.”

I looked down at David’s crotch. His pants were stretched tightly across his hard cock. I wasn’t surprised. He’s been trying to get into my ass for years.

“Jesus, Amy.”

“When you had your finger all the way into my ass, you dropped your pants and fucked me. You told the guy to suck my clit and make me come because you wanted to watch my face in the mirror when I came on his mouth while you were fucking me.”

“Amy.”

“Hmm?”

“I need to fuck you now.”

In one sort of smooth motion, he got to his feet, pulled me to the desk, and bent me over in front of the mirror. I heard him undo his belt buckle and felt a little whoosh of air from his pants falling, or being shoved, to the floor. He tugged my hips back and nudged my legs farther apart to get a better angle, and then he saw it.

“Amy.”

“Surprise, baby.”

“I didn’t know I could want you more,” he whispered, twisting the end of the buttplug. I lowered my head to the desk and moaned.

“You like it when I play with your ass for real, don’t you?”

I looked up and met his gaze in the mirror. “Fuck me, David.”

“Where?” He half smiled.

“Leave the plug in.”

“Keep talking.”

“Anything.”

He slid his cock into my pussy and I gasped.

“What happened next?”

“I came on the guy’s tongue. When I was done, you told him to get up and take off his pants because I was going to suck his cock while you fucked me. So I got spit roasted.”

“I love it when you’re crude.”

I shoved my ass back at him. “I know. Fuck me harder.”

He did. “Then what? Did he shoot down your throat?”

I smiled at him in the mirror. “No. When he started acting like he was going to come, you told him to go lie across the bed. You pulled out and led me over to the bed. You told me to ride his cock, and I did. You watched for a little while, then climbed on the bed too. I slowed down and turned to look at you. You kissed me, and pushed my shoulders down until my tits were in his face and my ass was in the air. You spread my cheeks again, and touched my asshole again, first with your fingers, and then with your tongue.”

“Oh, god.”

“You licked my ass. You told me you had to get my ass ready for your cock and put your tongue up my ass while I fucked that other guy. You told me you were going to pound my ass while the other guy pounded my cunt.”

David moaned and thrust faster. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, and it started to feel like I was going to come too.

“You slowly worked your cock into my ass while I fucked the cock in my cunt. I was so stretched, so full, and when I felt your hips against me, knew that your whole cock was up my ass, I bucked harder against you than I did him. It felt so fucking good, David. I begged you to fuck my ass harder. Oh, god, David, I’m going to come.”

He might’ve said my name when he grabbed my hips and thrust into me so hard that I fell onto the desk, but I think it was mostly grunting. I’m not sure because I was coming too.

We panted together for a few moments.

“So,” I said, “you liked my story, huh?”

“Yeah, kinda.” He pulled out and gently removed the plug before helping me stand up straight. We staggered over to the bed and sprawled out together to rest before ordering dinner.

After he hung up with room service, I pulled a t-shirt on, and David put his shirt back on. It was time to skype with our kids. I always miss them when I’m gone on work trips, but alone time with David is vital. I miss him even when we’re both home.

We talked to our kids, and my inlaws, who were watching them for us, being careful not to get up in view of the camera. That caused a momentary panic when room service showed up. David scooted out of view in the wheeled desk chair, threw on a hotel robe, and practically snatched the tray from the poor delivery kid’s hands while blocking his view into our room. My hero.

David caught up on some work while I got ready for bed, and I resisted the impulse to do the same while he got ready for bed. Once we were settled under the covers and in each other’s arms, David said he had a question for me.

“What if I told you I think I can make your fantasy come true?”

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Molly got to the cottage a little later than she had wanted to, but at least Collin knew she was on the way there. Collin met her as she drove in the driveway, looking very excited that she had finally got there. He opened her car door, and when she got out of the car gave her the deepest, most sensuous kiss ever! He released her from his embrace, and grabbed her bag from the back seat.

Collin held Molly’s hand as they walked up the path to the door, caressing it with his thumb. They got inside, and he gave her another amazing kiss.

“Mmm,” Molly exclaimed “what a wonderful welcome.”

“I am glad you enjoyed it, darling, because it is the last nice kiss you will be getting. At least for the next little while.” Collin looked at her with a sly smile, and a serious look in his eyes. “You have been a very naughty girl, lover, and now that we are alone, and no one can bother us, I am going to teach you a few lessons about how to be a good girl.”

I nodded, and gave you my consent, knowing that you would never hurt me, and that you wanted a different king of relaxing evening.

“What do you mean, I have been naughty? I always make sure you are taken care of, and that your cock doesn’t go without attention for too long. I make sure that I wear next to nothing when we are alone so that you can take me whenever you want.”

“Yes, you do, but you also enjoy teasing me when you shouldn’t. Now, enough talking, and get undressed. Right now, right here.”

They were in the middle of the living room. Molly started to slowly remove her clothes, thinking that two could play this game. She was going to take all the time she could, to get out of her clothes, however, this did not work in her favour. Collin stopped her when she was just in her bra, and shorts. He yanked her shorts, and panties off, and spun her around roughly removing her bra. Molly was now completely naked in the middle of the living room.

“That’s better,” he said as he slowly turned her around. “Now get down on your knees.”

“No.” Molly wanted to play, and see how far he was going oğuzeli escort to take things.

“Get down on your knees now.” Collin demanded.

“No!”

Collin snickered a bit as he slapped her right breast. The sting was mixed with pleasure, and pain. She stared at him in disbelief, and perhaps a small gleam in her eye.

“Now, get down on your knees, like I said.” Collin demanded once more.

Molly kneeled down in front of him like he said. He patted her head, and kissed her. She didn’t know what he wanted her to do, so she stayed still waiting to find out. Collin grabbed her clothes, and her bag, and walked away. He told her to stay where she was, and to be quiet.

Collin came back into the living room about five minutes later. He sat down on a chair, and told her to go over, and kneel in front of him. She did what was asked, smiling on the inside. She realized once she was kneeling in front of him that he only had his boxers on.

“I want you to suck me, until I cum.” Collin looked into her eyes. He had a beer in his hand, and she could tell he was not in the helping frame of mind. Collin leaned back, and took a long drink from his beer.

Molly sat up on her knees, and started kissing the insides of his thighs, dragging her fingernails along his legs. She kissed her way to his boxers, slowly making her way to his already hardening cock. She firmly grasped it in her mouth through his boxers, gently squeezing it with her mouth. She took his boxers off with her teeth, not sure if she was “allowed” to use her hands, and having too much fun, and pleasure not to bother. His cock was nice, and hard, standing straight up, and wanting. Wanting to prolong his pleasure, and hers, she slowly licked up, and down his shaft, her tongue feeling its heat. Molly licked the tip of Collin’s cock, making sure to get every last bit. Eagerly she impaled her mouth on him, taking him all in to the back of her throat. She could hear him moan. She released him, and impaled her mouth again. She started to suck hard, then ease off, then hard, and eased off, making sure to never miss every bit of him. Molly could hear his breathing getting deeper, and deeper, and knew he was close to his climax. She released his cock from her mouth, and started to lick, and suck his balls. She reached up, and stroked his cock. She could feel herself, all the while getting wetter, and wetter, her thighs getting soaked in excitement. She was stroking harder, and faster, licking his balls, when her tongue went further down, and brushed it over his sensitive hole. Molly could tell he was close. She impaled her mouth once more on his hot swollen cock, and sucked deep.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” Collin screamed, as Molly felt his hot wet sticky cum hit the back of her throat. She always had loved the taste of him, and drank every last drop, making sure to lick any little bit that she might have missed. Molly kneeled back down in front of him, and he leaned forward, and kissed her. Collin gathered her up in his arms, and sat Molly down on his lap where he held her until they fell asleep.

When they finally started waking, it was dark outside. They got up from the chair, and Collin took Molly’s hand, and led her to the bedroom.

“Lay on your back.” Collin told her.

Molly laid back on the bed, and Collin started to kiss her tits, caressing her nipples between his thumb and finger. He nibbled them gently, and flicked them his his tongue. His hands started to roam over her body until he finds her still very wet pussy. Collin slid a couple of fingers in her hot pussy, and removed them, bringing them to her mouth, and coating her lips in her juice. He kissed her, licking her lips, as his fingers found her opening once more. He starts to pump hard, and fast, his thumb circling, and rubbing her hard engorged clit. She could already feel her orgasm climbing just as he removed his hand. Collin replaced his fingers with his mouth, and Molly’s body felt as though she was on fire. Collin’s tongue starts fucking her pussy, while his thumb plays with her clit. Molly began to squirm with pleasure only to have Collin pin her to the bed. He teased her mercilessly bringing her close to climax, and then backing off again.

Collin got up, and laid on the bed on his back. Molly knew that she was to straddle him, and ride him, which usually ended in the most blinding orgasms. Molly straddled Collin, and began to move against his cock, pleasuring both of them. Within seconds Molly came all over his cock, making everything very wet, yet he didn’t let her stop riding against his cock, and his thumb against her clit. They both cum again, this time together. Collin pulled Molly close, and kissed her tenderly. They once again fell asleep.

Molly woke up a few minutes later feeling famished. Collin’s punishment of pleasure has made her very hungry. Without bothering to get dressed, she got up to look for some food. She found that Collin had stocked the kitchen, and began to make a sandwich. She didn’t hear Collin come in, but she felt the slap on her ass.

“I didn’t say you could bet out of bed, did I?” Collin asked, smacking her ass once more.

“I didn’t want to wake you, and I was hungry.” Molly said, trying to soothe her now tingling ass.

“Move your hands out of the way or they will get smacked too.” Collin bent her over the table, and spanked her ass three times. When he was finished, and rubbing his hand over the now red, sensitive skin, Molly tried to get up, but he still wouldn’t let her up. Collin made her stay bent over the table as he finished making two sandwiches, and cleaned up.

The cold touch of the ice on her ass, quickly made her aware that he was behind her, as he glided the ice cube over her red ass, slipping his fingers into her once again wet pussy. Collin removed his fingers, and rammed his cock deep inside her. He fucked her good, and hard over the table, harder, and faster, grabbing her hips, and taking her. It didn’t take long, before they were both cumming again. Once drained, Collin helped her to stand up. He took her in his arms, and kissed her deeply.

“You are my girl,” he said to her, “my very good girl.”

They grabbed their sandwiches, and some beer, and had a naked picnic on the floor of the living room. Molly couldn’t wait for the rest of the weekend.

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It was a cool night in October, my wife and I had just gotten home from seeing the late movie. We walked into the house and our baby-sitter was asleep on the couch. She is wearing a loose fit crop top and stretch pants. I noticed that one of her perky little tits are almost poking out of her top as she lay there. My wife tells me to wake her up and take her home, she is going to go to bed as she has to get up early tomorrow.

She heads up the stairs for bed, as I walk into the living room to wake the baby-sitter. I stood there for a few minutes letting my mind wander as I looked at her sexy, sweet body. I got a raging hard on as I thought about what her tender pussy tasted like. I bent over her and raised her top a little more so I could see her perky tit. Her nipples were hard and standing to attention. I couldn’t help myself, as I reached up and touched her nipple.

She let out a small moan, I knew she was liking it. I then leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth and sucked lightly on it and nibbled it between my teeth. She woke up at that time, smiled, and said “That feels good.”

I suggested that we leave the house and go somewhere before I take her home. So, she got up off the couch and stretched, as she did her top went all the way up and both her beautiful tits peeked at me. She noticed how hard my cock was and gave it a squeeze saying how much she would love to have it in her mouth.

As we were driving to a secluded spot, which we went to often, she reached over and took my cock out of my pants. She went down on me and stuck it in her mouth. She started sucking on just the head moving her tongue around the tip. Then she took the whole thing down her throat, I could feel her throat muscles as she sucked. I let out a moan of approval. She worked her way back up slowly flicking her tongue everywhere, when she got to the head of it, she gave it a light kiss and went back down again real slow. She milked my cock as I drove.

We got to the spot were I could park the car and take off our clothes. As she took off her top she grabbed one of her tits and pinched her nipple hard. She let out a moan. She took off her pants and I watched with anticipation as I wanted to get my tongue on that sweet, wet, pussy of hers. She was naked laying in the back of mini-van. I got my clothes off and crawled back with her. My mouth met şehitkamil escort with hers and our tongues started exploring each others. I was so horny I thought I would explode right there.

I gently kissed her neck working my way down to her rock hard nipples. I took a nipple into my mouth and bit softly and rolled it with my teeth. As my hand was playing with her other tit. I worked my way down to her smooth stomach kissing and licking my way to the treasure that awaits for me. I touched the top of her small pubic patch, that she keeps trimmed, and her hips pushed up towards my face, begging for me to lick her soft pink pussy. I parted her legs and I could smell her sweet aroma and my tongue started watering. I brushed my hand along the inside of her thigh lightly with my fingers, down to her knee and then back up slowly & lightly causing goose bumps to appear.

As my tongue touched her soft folds, she moaned again rocking her hips. Her pussy was so hot and wet, I was going to lap up every ounce of her love juice. I started moving my tongue up her soft pussy lips circling the clit as I move back down for another taste. I stick my tongue deep into her hot cunt wanting all of her sweet nectar. I move back up to her swollen clit, I can feel it throbbing, at the same time, I put a finger inside her dripping pussy. Fucking her with my finger, then 2 fingers.

I wrapped my lips around her swollen nub and sucked it while flicking my tongue over it. My tongue then moves back down to her lips tasting that sweet juice. I reach up with my pussy drenched fingers and start rubbing her clit. She is starting to quiver, I know she is getting close to cumming. I move back up to her clit and suck harder as my fingers dive back into her hot cunt, fucking her faster. She starts trembling and moaning loud saying “OH YES I, AM, CUMMING” Her hips start bucking and I hold on, not letting go as she fucks my face. After she has calmed, I stick my tongue inside her pussy so I can drink all her cum. I savor every drop and lick her pussy clean.

I kiss my way back up her firm stomach and nibble on her neck, finding her earlobe I whisper “damn, your pussy taste good.” I kiss her so she can taste how sweet she is and her tongue is going crazy in my mouth trying to get as much of her sweetness as she can. She laps at my face and chin to make sure she has cleaned me off completely.

She looks up at me and smiles, saying “you were wonderful, now lay back.”

As I lie back my eyes slowly closed and I feel her soft hands touch my hard cock. She is stroking very slow and gentle. She leans down and kisses the head and then licks it. She parts her lips and my cock disappears into her hot, wet mouth. I gasp for breath as she slides it down her throat. The feeling is so remarkable, I feel as if this is heaven I am ready to go.

She reaches down and puts my balls in her hands and gives them a gentle squeeze as she is sucking. She brings her mouth back to the tip and then her tongue is going down the underneath of my shaft to my balls. She takes one ball into her mouth and sucks. Her hand is now pumping my cock.

She licks so soft on her way back up, then engulfing my cock like her last meal. She starts sucking and licking and I arch my back at the sensations she is causing. She has a wonderful mouth! Her fingernails go going down my inner thigh, not hard, but just the right amount of pressure to send chills down my spine. Then she drags her nails back up my other thigh to my throbbing cock. Wraps her hand around the shaft and strokes it while she watches my Pre-cum ooze out.

She takes the tip of her tongue and touches it and draws her head back slowly to make a thin white string from my cock to her mouth. With one quick motion my cock goes into her mouth all the way to my balls. It takes my breathe away and I moan. She starts sucking me faster and harder, playing with my balls at the same time. Then as fast as she started … she stopped and looked up at me. I thought I was going to explode right then. She knew I was close to shooting my load and she wasn’t ready for me to do that yet. She smiled at me and said “I want to taste you, but not yet.”

I lay there with my cock pounding from the blood build up thinking I need to cum soon. She crawls up and kisses me passionately, with her tongue exploring my mouth. As she climbs on top of me she places her tit in my face for me to suckle.
She lowers herself onto my hard cock and places the head at the opening, not letting me penetrate her just yet. GOD, SHE TEASING ME SO BAD!

I can feel the heat from her steamy cunt and it makes my cock twitch with delight, knowing I am going to be inside that tight hole of hers soon. Then she lets just the head poke in and feel her insides. Fucking just the head with her sweet young pussy, I couldn’t take much more. I rammed my cock into her with one hard thrust and it went to the hilt making her moan loudly.

I started fucking her like a mad man pounding that tight little hole of hers. Her tits were bouncing with the rhythm as I fucked her. Her juices were making my cock shine and very slippery. She started grinding her hips and I knew she was nearing another orgasm. Her head tossed backwards and she let out a scream of passion. OHHHHH YESSSSS BABY FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!

Her orgasm was intense and she collapsed onto my chest. I slowed down and eased out of her laying there caressing her back. She went down and started licking off all the cum she had left on me. Moaning the whole time I could tell she liked the taste of her sweet nectar. She was sucking and licking my cock so fast and furious my breathing got shallow and I said “here it comes baby” she took my cock half way and started massaging my nuts trying to pump my love juice out for her to taste.

A few seconds later I shot a load of hot jism into her awaiting mouth and hit the back of her throat. She was swallowing as fast as I was cumming but it was still to much for her to take. Some ran down her chin and dripped onto her stiff nipple. After I shot my load, she licked my cock clean not wanting to waste a drop. She reached down with her finger and scooped up the cum off her tit and fed it to her hungry mouth.

Licking her lips she said “I love the taste of your cum, it is so sweet” she sucked her fingers clean making sure she got it all.

Kissing her way up stopping at my nipples, she gave each one a quick lick then came up and kissed me.

I said “I had better get you home so your Mom doesn’t worry too much” She pouted and looked at me with lust in her eyes. Her eyes were telling me she wanted more.

I took both my hands and cradled her face, looking into her eyes and said “we will need a baby-sitter again next weekend”

We got dressed and I drove her home while she lay her head in my lap lightly stroking my dick through my jeans. We got a couple blocks from her house and I stopped. Gave her a long, deep, passionate kiss. Drove into her driveway and said “see you next weekend.” She smiled and said “I can hardly wait.” She got out of the mini-van and I watched that cute ass walk up the steps and disappear into the house.

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Met Nisha for our usual weekly coffee the Saturday after when my massage, to alleviate her side strain, ended up in our making love. In between I had enjoyed taking Neha’s virginity. She was very reluctant but finally came round. (Read “Cocking a Virgin”).

Nisha sat in the car and couldn’t meet my eyes. She was still feeling shy, probably remembering how intimate we had been. I took hold of her hand and squeezed it.

“Nisha, my dear, are you alright?”

She nodded shyly and her cheeks reddened. “Shall we have coffee at the farmhouse or somewhere else?”

She reddened somewhat more and whispered, “Take me home.”

I caressed her hand and drove to my farmhouse. She came into my arms as soon as I closed the main door. I lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly on her lips. Her eyes were shut and she sighed with pleasure. I slowly removed her clothes and she stood there displaying her beautiful body and blushing. I caressed her breasts and she moaned. I rubbed her hands on my cock over my shorts. She moaned and gripped it. I put her hands on the belt of my shorts and she opened her eyes. I kissed her and nodded.

Nisha soon had my shorts and underwear on the floor around my ankle. I flipped them aside. She stroked my cock and soon it was hard. I said, softly, “Will you put it in your mouth, darling?”

She looked at me and blushed. “I’ve never done it.”

I looked at her in surprise. She whispered, “I’ve never done it with love. What he did was to just abuse my mouth. He pushed it in, pumped fast, hurting me, and emptied inside my mouth. It felt so disgusting. I would just spit it all out, and that would anger him.”

Tears were flowing down her cheeks. “He would hit me, but he could never get me to swallow his…….his filth,” she spat out the word ‘filth’ with venom in her tone.

I clasped her to me tenderly and led her to my bed. We lay together and I caressed her back. “Hush, my darling. All that is in the past. No one will be able to abuse you again.”

I kissed her tears away from her cheeks and we got into a vigorous kissing session. Her hands were all over me and she was moaning. My hands explored her lovely body, every nook and cranny, and she writhed with the pleasure she was experiencing. I had a nipple in my mouth and I was putting pressure on it with my mouth. She was moaning. I slid my hand down and rubbed a finger on her pussy slit. Her ass bucked. I spread her lips and pushed my finger in all the way.

She moaned in ecstasy. I pumped my finger fast şehitkamil escort and had my thumb teasing her clit. She thrashed about uncontrollably and was getting wet and leaking her sweet nectar. My lips were playing havoc with her nipples and she was whimpering as passions rose to levels she never experienced before. Suddenly she came with a force that her ass lifted up and she screamed out her orgasm. Her ass humped the air a few times and she collapsed on the bed.

“Oh My God, That was divine.” I held her and she was trembling from the after effects of her orgasm. She calmed and I kissed her tenderly.

“Seems like you enjoyed that,” I smiled at her.

She hugged me hard and whispered, “You are completely spoiling me. Oh! God, my insides are still tingling.”

I went down on her and started to tongue her juicy pussy. While I was licking and tonguing her, my finger and thumb were on her clit, pinching and teasing it. She was moaning and getting out of control. Her ass was never still and she was in the throes of ecstasy. I rolled protection on and moved between her thighs. I bent her knees and opened them. Her lovely pussy opened up to my gaze. I brought my engorged cock to her pussy and entered her as she looked into my eyes.

She shut her eyes and moaned in pleasure. There was a slight smile on her face. I began to pump in her and soon picked up the tempo. She responded by pushing up with her ass. We met midway and she was crying out in passion. “Oh! Yes, yes, yessssss! Oh! My darling, faster, faster, Oh! My Goddddd!………..”

I stopped and pulled out of her. She cried out, “Don’t…please no.”

I turned her over and raised her ass up by her hips. I went between her thighs and entered her again from behind. She cried out in ecstasy as the penetration touched her, creating different sensations. I pushed in till I was totally in her. My balls were slapping her very wet pussy as I started pumping again. I held her ass as I increased the tempo. My hands were caressing her breasts and soon I was pinching her nipples.

She moaned and kept pushing her ass back to meet my inward thrust. My pinching and pressing her nipples had her in a twist as I maintained a little pressure on them. I tugged her nipples, the pull and pressure bringing pain. She was whimpering and I kept on pumping her. I was ready and I wanted my sweet darling to also come with me. I started to tease her clit with one finger while the other was on her nipple. She was soon at the end of her tether. I squeezed her nipple and pumped her ass fast and hard. She came screaming with passion and I spurted into the condom.

I pulled out, careful not to spill and my darling held my hand and removed the protection. My cock was dripping from the come on it. She looked at my cock, and delicately lowered her face to it. Before I could react, my sweet darling put my cock in her mouth and licked it clean.

I held her to me and said tenderly, “Why sweetheart. You didn’t have to do it.”

She said shyly, “I wanted to; because I know you will never tell me to do it.” She looked up at me with a mischievous look and said, “I liked your taste. A little salty. I would love to do it again.”

I smiled at her tenderly and kissed her. We lay cuddling, her hand on my cock. She was stroking it and I held her tight to me. Such a loving girl who gave her all without any reservations, and that idiot of her ex-husband didn’t know how to nurture her.

Her stroking had me hard and she put my erection in her mouth and started sucking and licking it. I had her sit on my chest facing my legs and bent her down. She put my cock in her mouth and opened her ass and pussy to me. I touched her pussy with my tongue and she moaned. I held her ass cheeks and tongued her pussy every which way. She was dripping and whimpering into my cock in her mouth. Her mouth was pumping fast on my cock and it hit her at the back of her throat. She stopped and was drooling all over my cock. She took the cock out of her mouth.

I brought her around and asked, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Nisha was gulping and said, “I got so involved and was enjoying so much that I hit the back of my throat with your….er…”

I held her to me and smiled, “You don’t have to feel embarrassed saying the word. It’s OK.”

She smiled back shyly and said, “So it’s called ‘OK’ ” and hid her face in my shoulder. I slapped her ass and she squealed.

We went back to the same position and she soon had me hard in her mouth again. I went back to licking her pussy and lapping her nectar. I spread her ass cheeks and touched her rim with my wet thumb. She squealed into my cock. Her ass bucked at this new sensation. I patted her ass and slowly massaged her rim. She fidgeted for some time and soon settled down. Tongue in her pussy, thumb on her rim causing newer sensations, my fingers on her clit torturing her to madness, and an engorged cock in her mouth had her fuzzy with excitement and my sweet baby orgasmed with a shriek.

My mouth flooded with her sweet nectar and I lapped up as fast as I could. She was spent and collapsed on me. I was still hard and was looking for release.

I pulled her to me and caressed her till she came down from her high. “My God, it was awesome. Hands and mouth everywhere, you had me uncontrollably mad with passion. Your thumb in my back shocked me at first, but I started feeling totally captivated as you kept on massaging the opening tenderly.”

She looked at me with love in her eyes and said, “I love you for letting me experience so much and teaching me sex can be so enjoyable.” Then she saw my engorged cock and said, “Oh! God, I’ve neglected you. Can I put your ‘OK’ in my mouth again?”

“Yes, baby, I want you to taste me in your mouth.”

I laid her flat and straddled her chest, taking care to put the weight on my knees. I held my cock and she readily opened her mouth. She closed her eyes and took it in, and was sucking and licking it. Her mouth was stretched. I pumped in slowly and she moaned. I slowly pushed my cock in till it touched the back of her throat. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I held her gaze and pumped slowly, every time letting it touch the back of her throat.

I caressed her cheeks and said softly, “Try taking in a bit more, darling. You know I’ll be careful and not hurt you.” She nodded.

I pushed in slowly and my cock went down her throat about half an inch. She found it difficult to breathe and struggled to pull in air. I pulled out a little, allowing her to take a few breaths and pushed in again. I pushed a bit more and it was about an inch in. She gulped, squeezing my cock. Her eyes bulged but she held my gaze. She trusted me not to hurt her. She was squirming, trying to pull in air when she suddenly raised her ass up violently. I pulled out and she screamed out her orgasm. Her ass was bucking and she was moaning. I held her to me and caressed her. She was breathing heavily. Soon she was breathing normally.

I caressed her cheeks and she moaned, “My God, I couldn’t breathe and I orgasmed. The feeling was awesome. Oh! My dear, I’m so selfish.” And she started pumping my cock in her mouth, fast and furious. I came so hard and the first spurt hit her at the back of her throat. She took in four to five large spurts before she licked the remaining come till I was empty.

We lay cuddling in the after glow of our love. I caressed her ass and said, “If you enjoyed my thumb on your ass rim, sweetheart, then next time we can do more; if you want to, of course.”

“What more?” she asked innocently.

“Be patient,” I slapped her ass. “Wait for next Saturday.”

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