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Chloe flies into the Houston airport at 10:50am on June 7. Flying first class is always exciting, but the anticipation of finally getting to meet Austin in person is overwhelming. She departs the plane and looks for the nearest ladies room to freshen up, wanting to look her best for the first meeting.

Leaving the restroom, she waits in the lobby, looking for the man of her recent distractions of late. She spies him through the busy lobby, smiling as their eyes meet. Chloe meets Austin half way, extending her hand to shake it, not expecting him to pull her into an embrace in the middle of the busy Houston airport. She whispers in his ear how good it is to finally meet and how desperately she wants to get out of the airport to be with him. She lightly kisses him on the neck as she pulls away, winking her left sparkly blue eye. He can see by that wink that she is full of mischief. They anxiously leave the airport, arm in arm.

Once settled in Austin’s truck, she leans over and wraps her arms around him and kisses him deeply. Recreating the deep sensual kisses that they’ve talked about during the many conversations that they have shared over the Internet. Finally being able to feel his hands on her body is about her undoing. She remembers the many nights lying in bed just trying to feel the soft touch of his hands and lips on her now tanned body. She giggles lightly in response to the ever-growing bulge in Austin’s pants. Chloe runs her arms down his arms and chest, feeling his heartbeat, smiling wickedly at him. Both knew that this day would once come. All of the sexual teasing between the two had finally come to a head (no pun intended!) She deftly lowers her hand and rubs the hardening bulge in the front of his jeans, knowing that this is what they both have dreamed and fantasized about.

Knowing how turned on they both are, Austin suggests leaving for their destination. He tells her about all the hot spots and sites of Houston as they drive out of town to the marina. Austin has chartered a small sailboat in which they are going to anchor a ways out in the water in a secluded area. Both are excited to get there and spend their short time that they have together.

Once at the marina, Austin leads Chloe to the slip where the charted boat is docked. Both anxiously step aboard, and go below to the cabin. She is surprised to see a bottle of champagne and strawberries and cream chilling on a silver platter on the small table beneath the porthole. Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, he knows that this romantic gesture has pleased her, he pulls her close to him and the excursion begins.

She once again wraps her arms around his neck, lifting on her toes to kiss his neck. She lightly bites on his earlobe, softly whispering how much she wants him, totally and completely. Her fingers slide şehitkamil escort down his chest and work the buttons on his shirt, kissing his bare chest a little further down as each one reveals more skin. His skin is hot on her tongue; she hears that is breath catches every now and then. She finally unbuttons his shirt and places her palms on his nipples, slides her hands up and pushes his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. She pushes him lightly back so that he sits on the small sofa in the cabin, and she turns around looking for her bag and the bathroom. She kisses him lightly on the lips and tells him that she will be right back.

She grabs her bag and saunters to the bathroom and closes the door halfway. She quickly changes into on of the many lingerie outfits that she has brought with her. This one just happens to be white and lacy. She slips out of her jeans and short t-shirt and slides the satin and lacy negligee over her head. It is long and flowing, with the straps criss-crossing in the back. She opens the door and walks out.

She sees that Austin is breathless at this vision in white, knowing that it is meant only for him. He stands and comes towards her. He takes his hand and places it lightly on her cheek. Chloe moves her face so that she kisses the palm of his hand. She takes his hand in hers and places it on her neck and slides it over her warm, silky smooth skin. He reaches his other arm around her by the lower back and pulls her close to him, leaning down, kissing her lightly on her forehead, next her eyes, her cheeks and finally on the lips. Savoring each caress of his lips on her skin. Their kiss intensifies as he lifts her in his arms and Chloe puts her arms around his neck to hold on. He lays her gently on the bed, staring at her hungrily. She whispers to him to take off his pants that she wants to see him naked. She too is hungry to feed this need that they both have for each other. He teases her, unbuttoning his jeans, lowering the zipper, watching her intent gaze. He slides his jeans over his ass and lets the fall to the floor and steps out of them. He quickly rids himself of the boxers that he is wearing and moves to the side of the bed.

Both are enraptured with each other, staring, touching lightly, and kissing. It seems like hours that they lay there kissing and touching each other. However it is only minutes. But both are lost in time enjoying this salacious foreplay. Austin desperately wants to see her naked. He slides the strap down her shoulder, exposing one breast with its nipple already budding. He runs his hand over the tip and Chloe bends her head back, gasping lightly at his soft touch. She then feels something warm on her nipple, looking up; she catches his gaze as he lightly suckles her pert nipple. With his other hand he lowers the other strap so that it bares her other breast. His lips make short work of reaching it, suckling it as well. Chloe arches her back, languishing in the ecstasy of the moment. She lifts slightly as he slides it down her body. Austin kisses down her belly, following the satin down her aroused body. She spreads her knees a bit, feeling his tongue quickly move over her lips, his tongue touching her clit for only an instant. He then kisses down her legs and kisses back up the inside of her thighs. She spreads her legs wider this time, Austin settles between them.

Austin hears Chloe moaning at his careful ministrations. He has to hold her hips so that he can continue to lick and suck on her swollen clit. Chloe starts to whimper, as she knows that he loves to hear her vocalize her pleasure. Austin slides a finger within her hot honey pot and smiles to himself when he sees her reaction to this. Her hips begin to thrust upwards feeling his finger hit one of her many erotic pressure points.

She desperately reaches for him to slide into her, but he resists. He is tempted; he is hard as a rock and feels his member throbbing impatiently. He continues to thrust his finger in and out of her while paying particular attention to her swollen bud. Chloe feels a white hot heat from within her overcome her as her legs begin to tremble. She knows that this is only the first of many orgasms that she will share with Austin.

She feels the gentle rocking of the boat not sure if it’s the actual motion of the waves or the waves of her orgasm moving her. Austin slides up on her, kissing upwards to her neck. She grabs him by the shoulders and rolls on top of him. Smiling, she tells him that it’s his turn now. She straddles his waist. Feeling his hard cock beneath her bottom, she slides her body down, pressing her breasts against him. His cock slides between her lips and Chloe shudders as it runs across her sensitive clit. Her breasts move down his chest, and his cock is nestled in between them. She presses them together so that he can feel the tight firm breasts around him. She lowers her head and seductively slips her tongue between her lips and licks the head. Blowing lightly on it. Kissing down the shaft. Licking to the base. She fully extends her tongue giving Austin her famous one long lick to the tip. She can tell that he is having a hard time trying to keep it under control. She feels his cock pulse on her tongue as it lovingly swirls all around it. She slowly covers the head with her hot mouth, sliding her lips around him. He is larger than she thought and has a bit of trouble. But, she can tell by his shallow breathing, that her efforts are not wasted, he is moaning…loudly now. She smiles inwardly as his hands mover over her head, his fingers getting tangled in her curls. He tugs lightly and this turns Chloe on even more. She knows that he really loves this. Her fingers begin to fondle his balls, very lightly at first, but still demanding. As she slides him in and out of her mouth, her tongue continues to press against his hard cock.

Her pace is erratic, quick for a minute, than slow and tortuous the next. She slips his cock from her mouth, using her hand now to stroke him, looking at his gorgeous face, realizing that he is even more handsome in person. She notices the strained look on his face, trying to hold back. She kisses up the side of his body and lightly whispers in his ear to let go, not to hold back, that she wants him to cum. She wants to taste him and whispers this also to him. He smiles at her and she knows this is her clue to get back to work. She moves back over his body, her nipple lightly brushing over his lips, she hears him groan and it makes her giggle. She wraps her other fingers around him, now using both hands and kneels between his legs. Austin puts some pillow beneath his head so he can watch the view. Chloe keeps her eyes transfixed on Austin’s’. She licks her lips sensually and moves her lips over his cock once again. However, this time, her tongue swirls around the head, then around the rim, finding her favorite sensitive spot and flicks her tongue wildly over the soft, hot swollen flesh. Her fingers continue to stroke his hard shaft, occasionally caressing his balls from time to time feeling them hardening as well, she knows that he is close. Austin continues to purr, and to moan, and tells Chloe to suck his cock. Hearing his breathless pleas makes Chloe move more efficiently, she loves sucking on his cock. Her pace quickens and her mouth covers his head again. This time sucking harder, as if to suck out his hot, warm cum. She wants him, she need to taste him finally after all this time. Not able to withstand another moment, Austin moans Chloe’s name over and over, calling her name when he’s about to cum. Her mouth slides lower on his cock, quickly and this is Austin’ undoing. She feels the hot, thick, sticky cum spurt from the head. She moans as she feels the warmth sliding down her throat, tasting him completely. Finally she swallows. She lets his soften cock slide from her lips and licks him dry. Kissing his cock on the head as she looks up and winks at him.

She slides back up his body and nestles within his arms. Her hand runs over his chest, feeling his heartbeat, finally starting to slow down. She looks up at him, his hand on her chin, he lifts it to kiss her on the lips. It’s the sweet, soft type of complete fulfillment kind of kiss. Both are sated for now, but know that they have the entire weekend ahead of them.

The original plan was to do a bit of fishing, but both are now thinking the same thing, not to waste a moment of this precious time on the fish. Both Chloe and Austin drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, both smiling.

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Dawn looked at Eric as he awkwardly pulled his pants up, fastening them and tightening his belt. Dawn could only chuckle at his movements, being a bit stiff due to the feeling still running rampant through his body. Eric was smiling broadly, as a good blowjob was something that he enjoyed, and a little public sex made it all the more fun. Checking himself to make sure he didn’t look to disheveled, Eric took Dawn’s hand, and they made their way up the small hill to the path of the park. Eric expected that the evening would end soon, as he knew he had gotten what made him happy, and Dawn wasn’t complaining either.

They made there way around the park to a spot near the river, where you could see many of the pleasure boats, the marina, and the small riverside cafe where they had lunch before rekindling their affair. They looked out, pondering to themselves, when Dawn announced her intentions. ” I will not leave this park until I can have you again.” spoke Dawn, as she seductively started to lick her lips. Eric’s eyes nearly fell out of his head, when he replied,” And how do you think that will happen?”

Dawn turned to him, looking up into his eyes with a devilish grin on her face, “Are you forgetting my lack of panties?!” All Eric could do was smile, and look out at the river, wondering how, and where, they would pull this off. He was coming to şehitkamil escort the realization that Dawn definitely wanted his sexual favors as much as he wanted hers, and was willing to give all that he had to make her, and himself, happy.

Twenty five minutes had passed since they hiked out of their little hiding place, and they walked around the park in the dark, talking about each other’s spouses, their jobs, wants, likes, dislikes, and everything else, until Dawn stopped for a moment, and motioned Eric down a path that ended under some trees. Dawn had scouted the park well, knowing that they would hear anybody coming down the path, and be able to straighten themselves out so that they wouldn’t be caught. Reaching the bench, Dawn unzipped Eric’s khaki’s, and feeling around, was able to push his underwear out of the way, and reveal Eric’s slick and semi erect tool. She gently rubbed it, causing the wanted reaction, and the two of them sat on the bench and started to make out like a pair of newlyweds. Dawn started to give those silky satin kisses, while caressing Eric’s member. Eric did al he could as the blood started to rush towards his loins, returning all of her kisses as sweetly and as passionately as possible.

Feeling him reach near total erection, Dawn stood for a moment, straddling Eric’s lap, and with a guiding hand, she slowly sat in his lap facing him, positioning the tip of Eric’s cock right at the lips of her now swollen vaginal lips. Dawn started to rock slowly, allowing her own juices, which had been lubricating her for some time, to let the head of Eric’s cock slip past the entrance, and glide into her, giving that feeling of warmth she was craving. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, getting Eric deeper into her each time, and with each thrust that she was controlling, the warmth started to build into what she had come to the park for that night.

Eric started to grip her tighter, and began to time Dawn’s rocking, moving in unison, feeling himself become rigid, ,and enjoying the feeling of being inside Dawn once again. Dawn began to rock faster, and Eric kept pace as she constantly drove him deeper inside of her, pushing both of them closer to the brink. Dawn started moving faster with each moment, and Eric wasn’t going to stop her. The constant slamming into his lap was putting him close to going over the edge for the second time that night, something that didn’t happen often, but was extremely enjoyable when it did happen.

Dawn stopped without notice, and stood up, leaving Eric’s wet and slick member feeling what felt like a frozen wind. Dawn walked behind the bench as Eric stood up, and she smiled, telling him “Get behind me, and get busy.” Dawn was taking control, and Eric was all to happy to do as she said. Lifting her skirt, he revealed her cute ass, but he was concentrating on something else. He slipped the head of his cock back in, and slowly pushed it in as far as it would go. Leaning over, he whispered to Dawn, ” Here it comes.” Eric started to move in and out of Dawn in a constantly increasing pace, until all you could hear was the muffled sound of their bodies slapping together, Dawn pressed against the bench to steady herself, and Eric held onto her hips as he fucked her as hard as he could.

Eric could feel the brink on it’s way when Dawn cried out in pleasure loud enough to wake the dead. Eric grunted loudly, and came for a second time in the park that night. Both of them were now tired, sweaty, and well satisfied. Eric quickly lost his erection, and fell out of Dawn’s hot little love hole. The two of them made their way to the park bench, Eric having to stuff himself back into his underwear, and Dawn using some of her tissue brought for this moment, to help clean up anything that may have spilled out.

They sat on the bench for another 15 minutes, looking at the darkness, without saying a word to each other. The still night air had cooled some, and they knew that it was time to leave the park, leave each other, leave this peacefulness that they shared together. They also knew that they would see each other again, and when they did, the peacefulness would return.

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It had been a long day, and Sean made his way along with his two friends along the long rows of books in the mega store. They had been on vacation for a week now here in the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania. They were tired and a little wrinkled but had driven in to the nearest set of strip malls and shopping centers, ostensibly to get food and supplies for a long trial hike the next weekend.

Truth-be-told it was more just to get a little beer and walk around civilization for a while. Sean walked away from the other two when they had wandered out and into a sporting goods shop. He didn’t need anything from the place and it seemed a little crowded, instead he wandered through one of the “Borders” type book warehouses. He enjoyed books and music and the large place had ample types of both.

His Fingers were running over a few CD’s when a dark hair of head passed close by him. He caught a waft of the soft perfume the woman wore and took it in slowly. This was a pleasant diversion from the smell of men and wood smoke. He didn’t get a good look at her, or she of him as they passed. He had moved along to the stacks of books marked down for quick sale when he noticed her again.

She was bent over fussing either with her sandal or her bag of merchandise when he spied her. Since he was to the rear and a little to her right he had a clear view of a very well shaped backside bent over as she fussed. She was wearing a pair of nice fitting khaki clam diggers that stretched nicely over her full round ass. And since tired wrinkled and disheveled as he was, he was still a man he stopped and looked.

And since she appeared to be in her early twenties, which made him twenty-years her senior, a rather dirty old degenerate, he thought, for looking. He smiled at the thought as he shifted down his aisle acting as if the art boos piled there had his attention but his clear blue eyes were looking across his lids at the trim young woman as she shifted a bit before standing.

From his new vantage point he saw her profile as she rose to her feet. He took in the dark hair piled loosely up on top of her Latina head and the sleeveless well fitted top, the white top highlighting the mocha color of her skin. In profile her high full breasts gave a nice relief against the backdrop of red covered books piled next to her. He stood there enjoying the fresh beautiful site of her as she began to brows the books nearest her, one dark painted nail slipping along the spine of the titles.

Unaware that she was being watched Randi let her dark brown up-cast eyes slide over the photography books. She moved lazily killing time having been stuck at the nearby airport for a 24 hour lay over due to some strike or work slowdown, and despite the fact that the airline had put her up at the Holiday Inn across the street she was growing bored. She thumbed an “Ansel Adams” book as she wondered if she was ever going to get to Florida, her intended destination. She ran a hand languidly over her neck as she bent to look at a title further back when a child to her right made a loud rude noise causing her to look over at the overwrought mother trying to quiet the boisterous toddler.

Her sudden look brought first her profile then her face into Sean’s line of vision. What he saw nearly made him choke. This beautiful young woman he had surreptitiously been gazing at…he knew her! His heart leaping in his throat, he marveled at the thought of seeing her here. Actually they had never met…they were Internet pals, but had exchanged pictures over two years ago when they met. Again “pals” was inaccurate since she and he had shared some steamy moments online, while neither had had time for a real relationship.

He was fresh from divorce and she from a long high school romance that had ended with “the love of her life” dumping her in time for college that Fall. Online they had shared intimate details of their lives and thoughts, as well as a few late night phone talks since neither ever thought that a college coed from California and a middle-aged guy from Connecticut would ever meet, there seemed to be no harm to it. But, he was almost sure…there she was, in the flesh. His face was a bit flushed. Should he talk to her, he thought? Catching his reflection in a counter he realized that while she looked so fresh and clean, he looked like shit. She had gone back to looking at the books again, as his mind reeled. He let his eyes slip over her figure again as his thought wrestled over speaking to her or staying silent. Should he go over and simply talk to her…and what if it wasn’t her? As she shifted to move away from the stacks he made his decision.

Randi had had enough book browsing. She sighed and reached for her bag. At that moment a man’s voice spoke softly behind her.

“Hello Randa,” The voice was light but had an East coast accent.

Stunned a bit by her name being called this far from home, she turned with a questioning look on her face. The man who had spoken to her was of middle height şehitkamil escort with a strong build. His hair was short and graying, and his face weathered from the outdoors.

“Do I know you?” She questioned. Her dark eyes narrowing a bit as her brows knit in the question.

The man smiled a bit meekly. “You’re not going to believe this…but its me…Sean”

She frowned a bit thinking, who the hell is Sean? And how the fuck does he know her name let alone the nick name only her mother and… The realization hit her hard…one person online ever called her. “Wait,” she said incredulously, are you trying to tell me your Sean1492?

Again the shy smile as he tried not to frighten her.” Yes Randa I’m afraid so…I’m on vacation here with my two buddies…we’re camping you see…” She cut him off, her face set hard.

“Are you stalking me?” Her streetwise eyes looking this disheveled man over, trying to decide if he was dangerous and if she should yell for help.

He could see the wheels turn in her mind. He step back from her and stammered. “I’m sorry Randa…I shouldn’t have bothered you… I can see how this looks, and I don’t blame you for being angry. Maybe I should just leave now…it was an accident…I’m not even camped near here.” He rambled a bit nervously as he withdrew further from her. With a final shake of his head he spoke “ I’ll just go”

He turned and walked quickly away towards the exit and the checkout. Still flustered and reddened from the embarrassment, he paid the cashier for his book and lifted the bag to leave. Behind him a voice spoke.

“Since this was an unscheduled layover…”

He turned to once again meet that familiar beautiful face.

…You couldn’t know I was here. So I don’t think you hunting me down to kill me.

He grinned sheepishly ”No not here to kill you at all.”

She smiled a bit now. “Well now that we have that out of the way…how about a cup of coffee with an old friend? She offered him her arm.

He left the cashier holding his slip and change as he scooped up his bag and exited quickly with his Latina fantasy girl in tow.

They hit one of the coffee mill chains that dot most urban shopping areas and settled into seats near each other and ordered…they mad a bit of small talk as they waited for the coffee to arrive. But soon they relaxed a bit back into the familiar roles they had with each other

He looked her in her dark eyes and smiled ”you look more beautiful then your pictures”

A small laugh from her, “Well you look pretty scruffy there Mister”

He ran a hand through his hair and over his wrinkled clothes. ”It’s not very fair since I’ve been in the mountains for a week now”

She leaned down and looked across her dark lashes at him and spoke quietly. All alone? No female company?

He looked at her with a lopsided grin. “Nope, no female company”

She had let her foot slip from her sandal as they sat and now ran her instep lightly up along his bare ankle and calf. “Seems like that would be hard on a man?” She laughed teasingly.

He nearly snorted his mouthful of coffee. “Actually I did miss talking to you online… and such”

She sat back and eyed him. “ Oh “and such” is it? Her gaze narrowed in a devilish smile. “Tell me what did you think when you first saw me and realized it was me…what did you want to do right then?

Sean smiled a bit. Honestly…I kinda wondered what it would be like to touch your face and hair?

Randi smiled softly. “Really that was it?” He nodded and she leaned closer to him. “Well go ahead”

The soft scent of her skin and hair hit him as she leaned in. .The thick dark hair tumbling forward on her shoulders as she crossed her arms on the table top. His smile still in place he lifted a hand and ran his fingers gently along her high cheekbone and along into her hair just above her ear. The hair was thick and soft as his fingers disappeared into the mass of it. The tips of his fingers ran lightly along her scalp in small circular patterns as he watched her eyes close a bit.” Is this ok? He asked softly.

Her eyes fluttered a bit as he touched tingled then relaxed her skin. The touch was very gentle, his words to her soft. “Yes,” she replied in a whisper” that’s very nice.

His mind jelled with one thought and in a slow sweet instant his lips brushed hers, lightly, like the wings of a butterfly in passing. She nearly jumped at the tingle of the soft kiss, but less then a heart beat later her lips re-met his again this time a bit more contact yet still soft and sweet. He broke it first. “I…I’m sorry about that,” he murmured softly.

She smiled sweetly. No that was very nice Sean…but I think we should go now.

He looked at her, a boyish sad look falling over his face. We should? Oh yeah we should but it was very nice to meet you. I should be getting back…” He worked to save face at this sudden brush-off.

She leaned back a cross look on her face. “ Why? Are you going somewhere in a hurry?”

He stopped mid thought. “Uh no…no I wasn’t… I thought you wanted…”

Again she interrupted his train of thought and a small secret smile replaced the frown. “I was just thinking that this is a bit public, and I thought the very nice room the airline gave me would be much nicer to…catch-up in?” Her words were low and sweet for only him to here in the busy coffee shop.

That train of thought derailed, crashed and burned with every word that dripped from her lipstick covered lips. He smiled broadly. “OHH well then let’s get going…Shall we?” He stood and grabbed the bags and she took his hand and lead him out and over towards the Hotel.

They made it as far as the elevator before the sidelong glances and little innuendos that passed the time on the walk over took them. He let her step through the shinny doors and heard them close since his eyes never left the tantalizingly swaying of her firm full hips.

Her dark lashed eyes flitted as she caught him, Hey, what are you looking at there, mister? She was smiling when he glanced up. “A very nice ass” he grinned as he caught her arms lightly and pulled her to him. He felt her body warm against him, her full breasts pressing into his chest as his mouth found hers in a long slow deep kiss. His hands slipping to her hips one errant hand sliding down to run along the full rise of her upper bottom. Her own hands slipping around him holding him close to her as the two sets of lips and hungry tongues teased and tussled till they heard the distant “bing” of her floor.

The doors hissed open and the folks waiting caught sight of two somewhat embarrassed people slowly disengaging from the long kiss and embrace He smiled at one older couple as they passed arm in arm through the doorway.” It’s one hell of a pleasant ride” The older couple seemed to fluster at his comment and they both laughed all the way to her room. The card lit the green light of the lock and they were inside in a moment, Sean barely had time to set the “do not disturb” sign in place before Randi turned him bodily into her kiss. This was a hungry kiss that he matched with pleasure. Months of wondering and fantasy seem to collide now as the once never dreamed of moment had arrived. Their hands slipped over each other as they greedily suckled and devoured each other mouth. Finally coming up for air minutes later.

He smiled. “This is too good to be true….But, Randa I need a shower I’m all grubby.

She looked at him across her lashes as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the bathroom. “Your in luck,” she murmured. “I have a shower for two.”

With no illumination but the splash of the light from the foyer they tore one another’s clothes off mid kisses and laughter. Within seconds the warm water was running and the two tumbled into the stall, water cascading off bare flesh as the kissed and soaped each other. The kisses slower now…hands running over now bared skin the soap slipping over the wet bodies as they broke their kisses. Hands finally concentrating as they worked eyes slipping over each other his light ones meeting her dark sultry gaze hungrily.

Sean’s hands slipped over her smooth shoulders, soap running down and over the swell of her rising breasts. His hands followed the trail close behind, wet slippery fingers running over the dark pointed nipples that ran like erasers under his palms as he slipped lightly over them. Her hands traced the musculature of his chest, dark fingers and painted nails running along the ribs and down his sides. He let his hands run down along her trim hips. The finger tips slipping over wet soapy flesh, his thumbs running into the hollow of her hipbones before slipping over the upper curve of her firm ass. The hands meeting, only to part and slip molasses-like down over the lower half cupping squeezing and pulling her closer to him. Her hands following suite, painted nails trailing along his hips and around to cup the musculature of his backside. Then allowed one tan, long fingered hand to slip around and slowly stroke up the warm pulsing shaft of his now hard cock.

His mouth slid from her warm lips to suckle and nibble her proud neck, her dark wet hair pushed aside by his face. She turned as he did letting his lips cover from her throat to her nape. His hands didn’t shift as she moved, the wet soapy hands slipping around a full hip to rest on her belly. They paused there momentarily , then went separate directions. One hand sliding up over her belly and ribs to cup below a full erect breast, while the other slid slowly down to play over the soft trimmed dark hair covering her mons.

She murmured softly as his upper hand slowly slipped up and lightly tweaked one, dark hard nipple. His mouth nibbled along her neck causing her back to arch and her full round ass to lift towards him. The lower hand ran tips over her soft mound as the thick red tip of his cock slipped along between parted cheeks. The smooth soapy shaft sliding up and down along her soft cleft, the tip brushing along her puckered opening. Her voice cooed softly as he slowly began to kiss down her wet arched spine as his hand released her breast and slipped down along her hip. His other hand still toyed in slow caressing circles around her wet mound as his mouth found it way down to the small of her back. Her hands pressed their palms to the tile as her hips lifted to meet his warm hungry mouth as it suckled across her cheek. His tongue and lips kissing slowly between the open cleft till his mouth found the dark little tightly closed bud. Her soft gasp and shudder felt by his hand on her hip as his fingers and tongue lightly entered her from two different directions. His fingers played in the hot tightness of her wet pussy as he teased her hard little clitoris. While his tongue probed and licked her small dark hole. Her hips began to roll as his mouth moved harder against her puckered bud and his fingers began to coax her now hot open pussy. Her eyes closed and opened as she gasped and felt the first small tingling orgasm draw itself from somewhere deep inside her. Gasping his name she felt her back arch and buck as one, then another rapid-fire climaxes hit her in succession, until a final shudder brought them to a halt.

With a low purring growl she spun her self in front of him, his wet hungry mouth nipping around her hip and across her nearly smooth shaven mons. Her dark Spanish eyes smoldering she slipped both red nailed hands into his hair and cupped either side of his head drawing him up to her waiting mouth. Her full lips closing feverishly over his as he stood fully, the velvety tip of his hard shaft slipping up between trim legs to nuzzle against her now wet and ready pussy.

With a smile she twisted her head, the wet thick hair falling to his shoulder as he slipped his hands up under the firm globes of her ass and lifted her. The motion slipping her up over his hard thick shaft, he paused a moment, before lowering her slowly onto himself.

.With a guttural soft cry of yes She felt herself slide down onto the thick warm flesh, her aching wet pussy opening as he slid deeper into her. She felt him pull her back up a bit, a soft protest falling from her kiss filled lips, but just as quickly she felt him let go and she felt him slip deeper still. Twice more he teased her thusly, then lifted her high, her dark tan legs thrown around his hips as he let her have full rein, with a deep moan and hushed cry she fell fully onto the wide base of his hardness.

With a twist of his hips he began to slowly thrust and grind in and out of her, her hands on his shoulders to help her balance on top of his shaft. Randa moaned softly as she felt him move deep inside her. Her legs flexed and lifted her hips up and down on top of him, her wetness running down the hard length of his cock, as they built a steady pace. His breath began to increase as he held her firm cheeks and pumped steadily into the tight velveteen that was her young pussy. His thighs flexing as he grunted and thrust harder now pressing her back against the damp tiles. He felt her arms encircle his neck and shoulders as he lowered his face between her up thrust breasts. His mouth hungrily seeking out one hard nub of a nipple and greedily sucking it between his teeth. Randa could feel the pleasure building inside her. Her eyes closed she felt the damp hot steam in the air around her and the cooler tile her back was pressed into. She mewed softly as he cupped the rocking globes of her firm ass, his fingers gripped her soft tender flesh and lifted her on the warm shaft deep inside her. Her pubic rise driven downward at every forward rock to rub against the wide base of his cock. Her time was coming soon she could feel her wetness build as the small electric tingle began somewhere deep inside her. Sean sensed it also feeling her pussy rocking and warm around him. The new sensation causing him to redouble his thrusts and he began to thrust hard and deep in a relentless tempo. His breath was audible now and he would be covered in sweat if they were not under the steam of the shower.

Her moment came upon her suddenly and what began as soft moans and cries built into groans and cries of pleasure as her hip began to buck and gyrate as she feverishly drove herself onto the thick shaft. Her motions caused Sean too to begin his orgasm as her pulsing hot pussy milked and pulled at his shaft. Her tightness causing a jolt of pleasure as he felt his hot cum build deep inside him and then erupt into the pulsing grip of her pussy. The hot spurts of magma causing her orgasm to prolong yet a bit longer, as her nails dung into his neck and shoulders as she shoved her nipple deep into his gasping sucking mouth until he had to pull away and gasp out his pleasure and breath.

As they slowly lost the tempo, he could feel his legs shake a bit with the exertion and he leaned into her as they held each other for a long silent moment. Bodies entwined they stood beneath the soft warm rain of the shower, hearts matching a pounding rhythm. As there breathing finally slowed. She stirred first, pulling her head back from where it had been resting on his shoulder.

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It’s Sunday morning, and I’m in church. I smell the fresh cut grass in the air and enjoy that colorful hats and jackets that have come out with the warm weather. I take my seat in the pew, And I see you, carrying the Gospel behind a boy carrying a cross. You could be mistaken for a short man under those four layers of robes and with your hair pulled back. But I see you. I see the long elegant neck, and how it strains against the collar around it. I see your wide blue eyes. I think you’re only wearing a bit of powder on your face, without mascara or lipstick. That doesn’t hide your sensuous mouth from me.

You stand in front of the altar and greet us. You are here for the day to substitute for the normal rector. I’m transfixed by you, you wound me to the heart. Your high, girlish voice thrills me as you narrate the various exchanges you’ve had during the week. You reference your husband, a smiling man in the second row. I see how you move as you take the elements back-and-forth. I can picture how your body sweats under yavuzeli escort those robes and longs to be touched. I want you. I want to know you, completely. I will have you, no matter what it takes.

And then it’s six months later. I’ve come to see you preach at your new parish 200 miles from my home. You see me in the congregation during the homily and lose your train of thought; you have to look down at your notes and pause for a minute before you begin again. I can see you looking for your husband in the Congregation, and I know he’s not there. And that’s when I know I have you. I know that you’ll be mine tonight. Because I know that you’ve thought of me as much as I’ve thought of you.

You’re having dinner alone at a the only restaurant in town, absently reading your phone. I come to your table and greet you, and you put down your phone; your smile and your joy warms me through to the core. You invite me to sit down. You tell me about your separation from your husband. You tell me about the new church and what a strain it is. You tell me about how anxious you get about politics, and how you wish that you could just really do the work of the church, instead of worrying about the details. I sympathize with you. And then we’re walking in the night, and you draw close to me and take my hand. You deliver a brief, small kiss to my lips as I turn my head, and take my breath away.

I bring you to my room, and we sip our drinks and laugh. First you let down your hair, letting your glorious hair spread out behind you. You don’t break eye contact to take off your glasses and your collar, putting them on the table. You unbutton your dress shirt, revealing your practical, ivory bra and the silky, alabaster skin I knew you’d have. You stand up and drop your simple trousers, revealing the lithe, graceful body I’ve seen in my dreams.

And I’m lifting you, kissing you, squeezing the back of your neck. We’re on the bed in a moment, and you crawl on top of me, bringing down my pants and shorts, and taking me into your mouth. That mouth, so soft and warm. Your tongue is unbelievable, your hands so fluent.

I have your bra off and I’m stroking the tops of your breasts. I pinch your nipples and you shudder. Finally I sit up and bring you to me. We kiss, pulling your panties down, and bringing you onto my lap. You squeeze my neck as I fuck you, and scratch my back. I’m rising up and you’re grinding down, back-and-forth and back-and-forth. And we both come at once.

We’re exhausted and covered in sweat but we don’t break our mouths’ contact; we want to breathe each other’s hot air. I finger your wet cunt, bringing you to the edge of orgasm with my hands. My cock rises again, and I turn you over, and take you from behind. I run my hands along your thin chest and squeeze your neck so gently. You torque your hips back into me. God, where did a priest learn to fuck like this?

We both come again and lay on the bed, quickly drifting to sleep. When I wake in in the morning you’re gone; there’s only a note saying that you had fun and thanks for visiting. I smell your perfume, and decide that I’ll be back in town next week for your service.

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You have been so good to me. So amazing. I wish you were here so I could thank you. Really thank you. I think first I would just give you a light kiss on your lips — just lips to lips, gentle and soft. I would give you a trail of these soft kisses across your cheek until I could whisper in your ear. “Please take off your clothes,” I would breathe in your ear. “Let me thank you.”

I would stand back and watch you as you undressed, stepping closer every now and then to give a little kiss to various parts of your body. When your shoulder became visible I would stop you so that I could lick your collarbone. Trail my tongue across your skin. Falling back I would let you get your shirt off before licking and nibbling on your nipples. Just your nipples. My hands would skim across your firm belly. Backing away I would allow you to take off your pants. Your small, toned butt would need to be touched and held. Your thighs would need small kisses. Finally you would be standing before me completely nude.

“Get on the bed I want to taste you.” I would watch you get yavuzeli escort on the bed and lay down on your back. I would look at your sexy body and then trail my fingertips over you. Gently fluttering my fingers all over your body. Always just missing your pussy. Then I would lean down and flick each nipple with my tongue. Just a quick lick across the top. Then I would go up and trail kisses from your face, down your body, until I’m at your pussy. Then I would push your legs apart firmly, authoritatively so that you are open to me, ready for my mouth, tongue, and lips. I would breathe in your tantalizing scent. Your smell that is so intoxicating. So delicious. Leaning in, I would give your pussy a small kiss.

“Don’t move,” I would tell you. Kneeling over you, I would place one hand on your stomach and placing just one finger of my other hand on your pussy lips. I would barely push my finger into you — just enough to get a little wetness. With a Cheshire smile, I would stand up and bring my finger to my mouth to taste you. Oh I know how good you would taste. Just thinking of your flavor, your taste, I want to do more than just thank you. So much more. Now that I have put the wetness from your pussy in mouth I would be very uncomfortable in my own clothes. They would have to all come off. Naked and aroused, I would come back to kiss you again. These kisses would be more demanding, more possessive.

“You taste so good,” I would breathe into your mouth. “I love the smell and taste of you. May I please eat your beautiful pussy?” I would ask you after a few hard kisses. After you say yes, and you would say yes, I would kiss more firmly down your body. Now I would give more attention to your breasts. One hand would tease and fondle a breast while I lick and suck on the other. I would switch back and forth, getting your nipples hard and excited.

Next I would trail licks and kisses down your stomach until I was back at your pussy. I would be kneeling between your spread legs, your pussy open and ready for me and I would lean down and breathe in your intoxicating aroma.

“You smell so damn good,” I would whisper up at you, before giving a long lick from bottom all the way to your clit. Then I would gently start licking and sucking on your pussy. As you start to respond to me I would get more intense and harder in my licks and kisses and tonguing- and when you really need your clit sucked on hard…I would step back, spread your legs even further apart and push my cock into you, filling you as deep as I can. I would stop moving and just hold myself there. And then slowly pull almost all the way out. And then push ever so slowly back in. All the way in. I would build up momentum, pushing your legs even further apart, towards your head so that I have complete and full access to the deepest part of your pussy. And then after building up so that I have a nice hard rhythm going, I would pull out, but still making sure your legs are spread apart. I would quickly go back to eating you out — but this time not gentle. Pushing my tongue deep inside of you. Long, hard tongue lashings. Flicking your clit with my tongue. Sucking your clit into my mouth and nipping it. Eating you until you cum hard.

Then I would crawl up, give you a nice kiss. “Thank you.”

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/ /Author’s Note: This story, Terrible Company, is sprawling sword-and-sorcery fantasy satire with a diverse cast of characters. Over its many chapters, those characters will have interactions (both with each other and others) that cross many of the lines that exist between Lit genres. I have come to believe that breaking the story into those different categories, as best I can, is the best way to expose the most readers to parts of the story they might dig, and that they might then be encouraged to read on.

Each chapter is written as a self-contained episode, and although there are running gags that continue through the series that enrich the experience, they shouldn’t prevent one from starting anywhere in the series (including the final chapter) and enjoying it for what it is.

This chapter features:

Val, the female Orc Warrior/Fighter

Katsa, the female Human Arcanist

Mathilda, the female Dwarf Healer

Ayen, the male Half Elf Thief

Ivy, the female Human Bard

Enjoy!//

“So she says ‘Quick. Back ‘ere’. An’ a’course Ah followed.”

“Did anyone see you?” Ayen asked, steering his horse to ride a little closer to Mathilda’s as the two of them rode alone.

The dark-haired Dwarf shook her head. “Hundreds’f cousins stumblin’ abou’, with no more’n a few boxes fer us to hide b’hind. She put ‘er ‘and down my pants an’ kissed me, and ugh… Ah tell ya. Tha’ woman’s tongue.”

“I bet it didn’t take long for her to make you cum, did it?”

“If Ah lasted two minu’es, Ah’d be shocked.”

Ayen bit his lip and groaned.

“M’vision was all blurry when Ah opened my eyes, an’ all Ah could see was’r fire blonde hair. She pu’ ‘er fingers in m’mouth, all we’ an’ sticky, an’ Ah’ll never forge’ i’. She whispered ‘Swee’er than the swee’est wine’. Ah jus’ abou’ creamed m’self on the spo’. Again.”

“Daaaamn.”

“Ah know.” Mathilda sighed wistfully. “She was special.”

“Now, just so I’m picturing this all correctly, Breta was…” Ayen looked up as he slowed his horse to a stop.

“Breta was wha’?”

He stretched his arm in front of her, and Mathilda swatted at his wrist when his palm cupped her left breast. She stopped next to him all the same, though.

“Ho there,” Ayen shouted, and Mathilda tried to follow the line of his eyes skyward through the light forest around them. When there was no response, he smiled. “Val? Is that you?”

“…Yes,” came Val’s voice, from way up in the trees. Mathilda craned her head this way and that but couldn’t see the big Orc. It was hard to judge distance with so many the echoes.

“What are you doing up there?”

“Just… uh… you know…”

“…No. I don’t know.”

“…Testing you?”

Ayen snorted. “How exactly are you testing us?”

“I didn’t really think you were doing any scouting, so I… uh…”

Their horses, impatient to be moving, stamped their hooves and pawed at the hard-packed dirt.

“What were you going to do from way up there? Drop something on us?”

“Something like that,” Val said.

Mathilda snickered, and Ayen brushed at her shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Are you satisfied that we’re keeping an eye out?”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“Wait ’til you ride on, so I can climb back down with some dignity?”

The Dwarf chortled, doing a significantly poorer job of keeping a straight face than Ayen was, and with a little effort both of them kept their horses in mostly the same place. After a minute, Val sighed and worked her way down through the branches. It took Mathilda another minute after that to spot Val as she descended through a soaring Pale Orthans tree fifteen yards farther down the road. The green-skinned Warrior dropped the last ten feet and refused to make eye contact with them as she brushed most of the leaves out of her hair and off of her shoulders. She grumbled as she stalked back down the trail, toward where Katsa and Ivy were following with the cart.

“So,” Ayen said, smiling as they resumed their slow pace. “Breta.”

“Aye?”

“She’s about the same size you are?”

Mathilda squinted and looked up. “Depends. When she firs’ took me under ‘er wing, she’d been at the forge for seventy years an’ Ah was jus’ startin’. She was a bi’ thicker’n me then. Now, tha’ reunion there was… ten years la’er? We were… yeah. Abou’ the same size.”

“And that’s the same size you are now?”

The little Dwarf made an unhappy sound. “It’s been longer than Ah care to admi’ since Ah worked a forge proper, so Ah’ve lost some…” Mathilda twisted her arms. “Some definition, Ah guess. Not much, bu’ some.”

“She sounds awesome.”

“Bes’ orgasms Ah ever ‘ad.”

“Oh I’m sure,” Ayen said, “but I just mean that you two were close in addition to all that. Like as friends.”

Mathilda licked her lips and nodded, quietly.

“Do you miss her?”

” ‘at’s a poin’less warren to go down,” the Healer said. “Ah don’ yavuzeli escort ‘ave a lo’ of choice in terms ‘o wha’ Ah leave b’hind. Ah go where tha’ miserable bastard sends me an’ pray fer the day i’ stops.”

“Do you think it will?”

“Will wha’?”

“End someday?”

“Ah’ve got’a believe i’ will, don’ Ah?”

They rode on in silence for bit after that.

” ‘ave Ah told ye about the time Breta an’ Ah went to Vendemere to sell a car’-load of ore an’ tools?”

“I don’t think so,” Ayen said, smiling. “Vendemere’s a human city, right?”

“Firs’ time we were off together where no one knew us, an’ we didn’ need t’hide.”

“Oh. No, you definitely haven’t told me about that.”

Mathilda bit her lower lip, summoning the memory, and sighed happily.

***

Katsa felt a tickle on the back of her neck as they rode down the main thoroughfare of the small, signless town. Heavy cloud cover muted the sunlight, and she found herself guiding her horse just that much closer to Val’s big stallion.

“I told you,” Ayen murmured, as he looked back at the others. “This place is off.”

Katsa couldn’t put her finger on it, and by the looks of it neither could Val or Mathilda. Even Ivy, at the reins of the cart, looked perplexed. The buildings looked normal, if a bit small. The plant life looked normal. It looked and sounded like a normal town.

“Why do Ah ge’ the feelin’ tha’ one of these nitwits is abou’ to come up and ask if Ah’ve accepted Jesus Chris’ as m’personal savior?” Mathilda muttered.

“Or offer me a Chick tract?” Ayen chuckled. “Did you ever read Dark Dungeons? Oh my Gods.”

“Not the time,” Katsa hissed.

“They seem nice,” Ivy said.

“Keep yer wits abou’ ye, lass.”

“Are you sure this is where we’re supposed to be?” Val asked, leaning forward to whisper toward the Dwarf. “This is where Rhogan wants us?”

“Aye,” Mathilda said. “This’s the place. Dunno why as ye’, but this’s i’.”

“I am really starting to dislike that God of yours,” Katsa muttered.

“Well he’s aces by me,” Ayen said.

“Yeah,” Katsa snarked, “we really dragged you away from the jaws of death, huh?”

“I don’t know what you guys think you saw,” the Thief whispered, half-turning, “but I know my mother better than you. She didn’t want me. She wanted to use me.”

“Spending the rest of your life having sex with a woman who looked like that sounds terrrrible.”

Val jabbed Katsa in the ribs, drawing an offended squeak from the Arcanist.

“She needed me to produce a royal heir with her. Once that happened, I would have ceased to serve any purpose for her.”

“Ewww,” the big Orc whined. Katsa rolled her eyes and sulked.

The tavern was not hard to find. Mathilda and Ayen took the horses around back while the Arcanist followed Val into the common room. As soon as the big Orc was inside she came to an abrupt halt, causing Katsa to run into her and Ivy to bounce into them both.

“Hello,” said the chipper young serving girl as she came out from the kitchen. “Can I get you a table?”

Katsa looked around, as did the others. The room was not just empty of people, but of furniture as well. “Do you mean that you’ll literally get us one?”

“Well yeah,” she laughed, snorting twice. “They’re not invisible.” She retreated into the back giggling to herself, and the three women shared a moment of pause.

“Would invisible furniture be less crazy,” Val asked, “or an equal but different crazy?”

Katsa shrugged. “They seem pretty comparable.”

“Heeere we go,” the serving girl grunted, two minutes later, as she wheeled a round table through the doorway and across the floor. “And is it just the three of you?”

“Five,” Ivy said brightly, and the serving girl’s face fell just a little bit.

“Five. Got it.” She moved the table over near the windows, cheeks flush with exertion, and let it come down onto its central stand. “There,” she huffed. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Uh h—.”

“—seems really gr—”

“—bably better with some chairs.”

Katsa and Val glared at Ivy.

“Coming right up!”

Mathilda and Ayen walked into the common room and stopped, staring at all the empty space with a similar consternation.

“It’s weird,” Val whispered, “right?”

“Where are the chairs?” Ayen said.

“She’s going to get them now.”

“Here’s one,” the girl called, as she carried a high-back seat. She set it down next to Katsa and hustled out of the room.

“Do you want help?” Val called. There was no answer.

“This’s… erm…” Mathilda scratched at the back of her head.

“Minimalist,” Ivy suggested with a lilt, and the Dwarf nodded.

” ‘at’s i’. Minimalis’.”

Ivy cleared her throat with a smile that got even brighter when Katsa turned toward her. “Did you want to knock out the first part of your Fire Safety course while we wait?”

The Arcanist blinked. “You were serious about that?”

“I wrote it down in ink,” Ivy said, tapping her notebook incredulously.

“I use fire all the time. I think I know how to wield it without burning myself.”

“We’re not talking about you,” Val said, folding her arms. “We’re talking about all the forest fires you started, and who knows how many people you’ve straight up killed with fireballs.”

The Arcanist swallowed hard. “Yeah, but… you know about all of those. The only people I’ve killed were… you know… bad people.”

“Don’t forget about all the innocent bystanders you’ve injured.”

“Name one,” Katsa grumped.

“At least three Ayen,” Ivy said, flipping back through her notes.

Val arched an eyebrow at her. “You turned that tavern in Jonehn into a death trap.”

“They were all trying to kill us!” she squealed. Then she pointed to Ayen, continuing “Plus he started that tavern fire.”

“It’s not so bad,” Ivy said brightly. “It’s just six three-hour sessions, and we’ll be—”

“Eighteen hours?!”

Mathilda blinked, and covertly began counting on her fingers. Katsa looked like she wanted to say more, but stopped at a glare from Val.

“And that’s two,” the serving girl wheezed, setting down a second, mismatched chair.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Val asked.

“No!” the girl said tiredly over her shoulder. “I definitely love this.”

The Half-Elf shook his head and spoke low. “What is wrong with these people?”

Suddenly Val straightened, chin angled high, and sniffed. And then sniffed again. “It can’t be,” she grumbled, and quickly set off across the room wearing a terrific scowl. Katsa, in no mood to be lectured, raced after her as the big Orc turned down a hallway, past what looked like some rooms for rent, and stopped to sniff again. She turned, facing the last door in the hallway, and kicked down the door.

“Are we playing Munchkin?” Ivy asked excitedly, startling Katsa with her un-announced presence.

Val took two steps into the room, her eyes alight with fury. A young couple, naked on the bed, scrambled to cover themselves with the dislodged bedsheet while the old man in the corner curled both of his legs up in front of himself.

“You,” Val growled.

The Narrator blinked and stared up at her. “Not again!” he cried.

“What did I tell you!”

“It was an accident!”

“What did she tell him,” Ivy whispered, and Katsa shrugged.

“Can we—” The young couple on the bed froze as the Arcanist extended her rune-embroidered gloved hand toward them, wrist arched, and shook her head.

“Why are you here?” the big Orc snarled.

“It has nothing to do with you! I promise!”

“Why do I not believe you?”

“I promise!”

“What did this guy do to you?” Katsa asked.

“He… described me once,” Val said, and then quickly shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. The point is, I told him I’d break his legs if I ever saw him again.”

“And you haven’t! Un-un-until today!”

“I didn’t see you, but you were there. I know you were.”

The elderly man waved his hands frantically. “No! I heeded your warning!”

“I kept smelling you!”

“That’s really creepy,” Katsa added. “On all counts.”

“Ye’s been following us for years now.”

“My Gods,” the Arcanist said, her eyes unfocusing. “Has it really been years?”

“Doesn’t feel like it, right?”

“It feels like we’ve only been together for a few months!”

“Almost three years,” Val said.

Katsa blew out a long breath. “I’m getting too old for this.”

The young man on the bed cleared his throat. “You all obviously have a lot of catching up to do, so if you don’t mind?”

“Oh let ’em go,” the Warrior said, waving a hand dismissively. Katsa frowned and folded her arms across her slim chest as the young woman wrapped herself up in the sheet and the two of them fled the room.

“Oooh,” Ivy murmured, looking back down the hall. “He has a nice butt.”

The Narrator finally managed to get his fear under control, and casually tucked his exposed penis back into his pants before sliding around into a more normal seated position. Val stood impassively before him, fists planted on her hips, and his initial fear at seeing her dissipated a little more every second.

“Why are you here?”

The Narrator blinked. “The same reason you are, I assume. For the festival.”

Val turned and looked at Katsa, and then turned even further when she didn’t see Ivy. “Where did she go?”

“She went off after that young couple,” the Narrator informed them. “I think she intends to pick up where I left off, or thereabouts.”

Val sighed and shook her head. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

Katsa shrugged.

“You’re not here for the festival?”

“What festival?” Val asked, facing him again.

***

“Aaaand that’s five,” the serving girl said, dropping the last chair with a huff. Her cheeks were flush, and perspiration dotted her brow. “Are… are the others coming back?”

Mathilda and Ayen looked at each other and shrugged. “Probably?” the Thief said.

“Eventually?” Mathilda added.

“Oh. Good. Ok. Let me…” She put one hand on the back of the nearest chair and pressed the other hand to her chest. “Those are heavy.” After a few more breaths, her smile brightened. “Can I get you two something to drink?”

“Ale?” they both said, more-or-less in unison.

“Great. Ok. I’ll be right back.” The woman disappeared into the back with a smile painted on her face.

“Do you think they’re gonna be back soon?”

“Don’ know,” Mathilda said, “don’ care.”

Ayen looked toward the back of the building, eyes unfocused, and frowned. “Where did we get all those horses from?”

Mathilda stared at him blankly. “Ah… Ah was asleep fer days. Ah have no idea.”

“What about the cart?”

The Healer just shrugged. “Ah woke’p innit. ‘At’s all Ah know.”

“Where are we getting all this money? I mean, we are categorically not good at what we do.”

“Ah can ‘eal anythin’,” she said, dangerously.

“Except hands.”

“Are ye ever gonna le’ tha’ go?”

Ayen held up his right hand, and pointed at his wrist. “I’m telling you. It’s never been the same.”

“I’ was yer left ‘and,” she replied, scowling fiercely.

Ayen looked at his two hands and blinked. “That’s beside the point. I’m not talking about us individually. I just meant that we’re bad as a group.”

The Dwarf kept her brow furrowed, but some of the anger melted away. “Ivy’s been doin’ a fine job ‘o budgetin’. ‘at’s all.”

“Take… take a moment… to consider the words that just came out of your mouth.”

Mathilda did just that. And then frowned.

“I mean, sometimes we just have horses. They’re suddenly there, for us, and then other times they’re gone and we’re walking around on foot. I have no idea when or how that happens. Horses are not cheap.”

“Ah always though’ she was buyin’ an’ sellin’ ’em. Ya’know, low’n’high fer profi’.”

“Something is off about it. Remind me to ask the others later.”

Mathilda nodded. It had been on her mind to ask the same, but reliving her time with Breta had been a more engrossing distraction than she’d expected. No one had been more surprised that she volunteered to help scout earlier that morning than she herself, but doing so had allowed her to get to two really juicy encounters that Ayen had clearly enjoyed.

“Whoa,” Ayen said, craning his neck.

Mathilda scoffed as she sat up straighter, and was surprised when she saw not a woman but a man. He was tall, of a similar height with the Half-Elf, but broader across the chest. He had blonde hair, though the scruff on his jaw was a darker brown. He had a lovely backside, accentuated by his stride, and Mathilda found herself whistling softly.

“What?”

“Wha’?”

“Why did you whistle?” Ayen laughed.

” ‘at’s a fine lookin’ man.”

“And?”

“An’ wha’?”

“There’s got to be more to it than that.”

“Why’s there gotta be more?”

“Aren’t you, like, all the way gay.”

“Ah am no’!”

“Really?” he asked, incredulously.

“What’d make ye think tha’?”

Ayen blinked at her. “I don’t know. Like… all of the evidence?”

“Evidence schmevidence. Ah’m no’.”

“I would have sworn—”

“Ye never asked me!”

“I wasn’t all that invested either way before just now,” he said with a shrug.

“Well now ye know.”

The Half-Elf sat up a little straighter. “No. I don’t buy it.”

“Wha’s not ta buy?”

“You and a dude. I don’t buy it.”

Mathilda glared at the Thief for a several seconds. Under different circumstances, she’d have kept staring at him, but it was hard not to see that fine piece of human male in the corner of her eye as he walked further down the street. “Dwarves’r immune t’reverse psychology, ye know.”

“I have no doubt,” Ayen said, with just the barest hint of a smile. “You won’t though.”

“Won’ wha’?”

“Go after him.”

“A’course Ah won’. Ah’m no’ despera’.”

“Good,” he said with a flourish. “Because I am.”

“Wot?”

Ayen slid out of his chair and strode out into the street. The Dwarf watched him go, barely keeping her fury and jealousy in check. It was the bounce in his step that finally pushed her over the edge.

“The ‘ell with this,” she grunted, as she jumped out of her chair. “Ah’m no’ lettin’ ‘im win again.”

***

Minutes later, the serving girl came back smiling ear-to-ear with a large, frothing ale in each hand. When she rounded the corner and saw that the table was now empty she screamed, threw both mugs to the ground, and wept that this was her life.

***

Uli sat down at his kitchen table and frowned at the goosemelon before him. It mocked him. At a mere two pounds, it was nowhere near worth the eight copper pieces he’d paid for it, but the clerk had seen him flinch and that was the end of that. Every vendor in town had him pegged, and it was getting worse. Whenever he thought about moving, trying to find someplace new where everyone didn’t already know him, he despaired even worse.

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My name is Jonathan J. Johnson. I’ll let you guys guess what my middle name is. Let’s just say that my parents are both OCD. Everybody calls me Jonnie.

I’m a Senior at The Virginia Bell Regional High School outside of Skokie Illinois.

I turned 19 just before my senior year started and that meant I was the oldest student in my class. This is because when I was a young child my parents were missionaries in Africa and I caught a very rare jungle fever. It was nip and tuck for a few months but I survived.. I was hospitalized for almost an entire calendar year.

This resulted in my being a year behind all my peers in school and it caused me to be shorter than I would have been otherwise. So here I am, 19 years old and I stand 5’6″ in my stocking feet.

To compensate for my short stature I work out a lot. Maybe that’s my OCD? Anyway, I’m muscular and have an extremely low body fat. Under five percent most of the time. There is one other physical abnormality that I have. But we will get to that soon enough.

The first few days of school were hectic, as usual. Finding out where my classes were, who my teachers and classmates were. You know, the usual.

But after a few day things fell into a rhythm. When I was finally able to get my head up I noticed a few things. One: there were the usual number of girls in my classes that I found attractive. Two: my home room teacher was way better looking than any of the students! She was a fox! I mean she was amazing! Ms. B was new to the school. She had been hired over the summer. So she was leaning the ropes the same way the rest of us were.

Ms. B was almost exactly my height. But in the short heels that she always wore she was taller than I was. I had to look up into her eyes.

Dark hair, which she parted in the middle and fell to just below her shoulder. Brown eyes highlighted by the mascara and make-up that she wore (a little unusual for a teacher). Plush cupid-bow lips (which alway had lipstick) added to the native good looks that she was blessed with. She also wore black-rimmed glasses which I thought added to her good looks!

Sexy in a nerdish kind of way, you know? She kind of looked like Velma from Scooby-Doo. But in real life. And prettier. And bustier. Did I mention that Ms. B was stacked? Even under the blazers that she always wore you could tell that she was really well built!

Ms. B had a smoking hot body under her ever-present blazers. Oneother thing that stood out was the fact that her skirts were short! Almost inappropriately short! And she wore dark stockings! She had magnificent legs!

Ms. B was also my Comparative Lit. teacher. So I had her at the start and end of each school day as well as three classes a week. The Comparative Lit class was AP and there were only 12 of us in the class. None from my home room.

Well, to get to the point:

It started on day In home room. I dropped my binder. All my pens and pencils fell out onto the floor. Along with my papers. It was a mess. As I was getting ready to pick up all the crap Ms. B stepped up across from me.

As I watched she squatted down to help. Her skirt rode up her legs and I got a look almost all the way to her panties! She was wearing stockings, not pantyhose. I could see the snaps from the garter belt that was connected to her hose! I even got a glimpse of her thighs.

I bent over to pick up the papers while she gathered the pens and pencils. She was pivoting and swiveling from side to side as she worked. Every time she swung from side to side her skirt moved up her thighs a little bit. I kind of stopped working and was just watching those amazing legs flex and bend as she slowly picked up one pen after another.

When she handed me the pencils I thought I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. She didn’t stand up immediately. Instead she remained crouched in front of me while I kept gawking. I finally stood up and mumbled a quick, “Thanks” before I put my binder back together.

Ms. B. slowly stood up, brushed her hands over her skirt and smiled at me. “I’m glad to help, Jonnie. See you this afternoon.” She turned and sashayed to the front of the classroom. I watched her ass tick-tock all the way. Was she really showing off for me? Naw, no way!

That afternoon Ms. B. made it a point to ask how the day had gone. And she picked a bit yavuzeli escort of lint off my shoulder while she stood in front of me. I heard someone behind me mutter “Teacher’s pet.” but I couldn’t tell who had said it.

The next couple of days were normal. Well, except that Ms. B. made it a point to smile at me in homeroom and once I swear she licked her lips while she was looking at me. But that was all.

The next week in Comp Lit we had a couple of reading assignments. Ms. B. had a student read passages out loud from each reading and then led a discussion period.

She would wander around the room while the student was reading and then return to the front of the room to lead the discussion. On one occasion she stopped in front of my desk. She smiled placidly at me and leaned over my desk.

“I appreciate your participation,” she spoke softly. “It does seem to be warm in here today, don’t you think?” As she spoke her hand was tugging at the neckline of her v-necked sweater. I couldn’t help myself. I watched as she fluttered the neckline, allowing me to get a glimpse of her upper chest and the swells of her bosom that was pushed into view by her brassiere. She grinned at me while letting me get an idea of how well built she was. And she WAS well built!

As she moved back to the front of the room she made a point to pull her short skirt tight against her butt as she went. And she smiled at me when she got to the front of the room. She was flirting with me! Swear to God she was! I have to admit that I panicked a little. I rushed out of the classroom as soon as the period was over.

And I was right about the flirting! She would catch my attention in class and while I was looking at her she would run her tongue around her lips! She would smirk at me while doing this. Some times she would stop in front of my desk and make a point to pull her neckline down so I could admire her chest. Which was huge!

Then one day Ms. B pushed the envelope.

Ms. B was helping the girl in front of me. She was leaning over her shoulder to point out something in the text. As she did so she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. This caused her ass to twitch back and forth not more than two feet in front of me. Back and forth. Back and forth!

As I watched her skirt rode up farther and farther until I could see her panties. Again she was wearing hosiery with a garter belt! Really sexy! At one point she looked back over her shoulder. When she saw that I was looking she smiled at me and, Honest to God, she WINKED at me!

And then she took it to another level!

She turned back to the student and as I watched she slid her hand between her legs and began to finger her pussy though her panties! In no time at all there was a large wet stain and then moisture began to trickle down her leg!

She worked with the girl for a little longer and then stood up. She turned to ward me and made a show of licking off her fingers! The ones that had been working so hard between her legs! She smiled at me, extended her tongue to clean off her fingers and palm then sauntered to her desk up front. She pulled her skirt down as she walked to the front of the class.

Later that day in homeroom at the end of the day Ms. B took attendance as usual. There was only a few minutes until the end of the school day. As we waited at our desks Ms. B. stood in front of me and unbuttoned her blazer. Standing as close to me as she could she parted her jacket and held it open so I could see her blouse. It was white, with buttons up the front. Those buttons were pulled tight by her breasts! She pulled her shoulders back, took a deep breath and shimmied herself left and right. I watched, entranced, as her big tits rocked and bounced under that blouse. Her nipples popped out to press against the fabric.

Her pelvis was pressed against the corner of my desk. It was rocking up and down as she smirked down at me over the overhang of her boobs!

While I stared Ms. B took another deep breath. The top button of her blouse popped open. Then the second! Now I had a really good view of her fabulous cleavage. I was able to see the edges of her bra cups and the inner swells of her boobs as they rose and fell in her bra. It was a low-cut bra that exposed all of her cleavage!

Still smiling down at me she reached in with one hand and caressed her breasts. Then she pinched each nipple in turn, tweaking and pulling on them before she started to squeeze her boobs. Her hand wasn’t large enough to fully contain her mams, but she was holding them, shaking them for me to watch and bouncing on her heels to cause her breasts to dance under her blouse. It was sexy as hell!

I was stiff as a board in my pants. A fact which did not get missed by Ms. B. Still smiling at me she leaned over the desk which caused her boobs to almost fall out of her blouse.

She slowly drew her index finger up the bulge that my hard on had caused.

“Nice! Very nice! It would seem that you have a lot to offer a girl. I hope I get a chance to confirm that. Really soon, Jonnie. I want to find out really soon!”

And then she was gone. The end of school bell rang but I had to wait quite a while before I could stand up without embarrassing myself!

This went on for several more days. Each day Ms. B would tease me with her cleavage and large tits. Her butt and legs were on constant display for me. She would bend over or crouch in front of me. Panty shots were plentiful and exciting. She wore the sexiest underwear I could imagine!

Ms. B would stand where only I could see and use both hands to pull her blouse to each side to show off! I loved it! I was sporting a hard on most of the time in her classes. I had to hold my books in front of my crotch to avoid embarrassing myself. But Ms. B. knew what was going on and she enjoyed it as much as I did!

Finally, on Friday, Ms. B teased me unmercifully in final homeroom.Leaning over. Showing off her cleavage. Using both hands to plump her breasts for me to admire! I had a hard-on out to here at the end of school and I stalled until it started to subside before i got up to leave. As I headed toward the classroom door Ms. B. stepped up and closed it in front of me. As I watched she locked the door and turned toward me.

Her blazer hit the floor and she slithered right up to me and pressed herself against me. Any softening was immediately replaced with steel-like hardness!

As she smiled into my eyes Ms. B made it a point to sway against me so that I could feel her body. Her boobs were pressed hard against me. Her cleavage surged out of her sweater and brushed against my chin while she kept on smiling. Her groin was rubbing against my hard-on.

“I’ve waited long enough,” she husked. “I want to find out just what you are packing in your overloaded pants.” I felt her hands on my crotch as she said this. I couldn’t move! I was frozen with excitement!

“Um, you seem to be very well endowed,” she continued. “I like a man with a large dick! Let me see yours!” She was on her knees in front of me now. Smiling at me and licking her lips, she unbuckled my belt and drew down my zippier.

“Stop wearing underwear,” she instructed me. “I don’t want there to be any impediment to my accessing you in the future.” She had managed to pull my pants and underwear to my knees while she was talking.

“Wow! Nice! You seem to be almost ten inches long! And look at these balls! I’ve never seen a set of balls like these!” she exulted. Her long, limber tongue came out to lick my ball sack. I did have a large set of gonads. The doctors had said it was part of my body’s reaction to the fever I had suffered as a child. Each one was almost the size of a billiard ball!

Ms. B was snuffling and snorting as she rubbed her face in my crotch.

“Yes, I do love a big set of balls! It means that you can cum a lot! And I love a lot of cum! I like to have my lovers spurt all over my big, fat titties so that I can lick it all up! And then I get them to cum down my throat and in my ever-thirsty pussy! I’m going to have a lot of fun with you and your huge balls, Jonnie!

She slowly extended her tongue to lick my cock from the balls to the dick head. She did this several times while humming happily and stroking my hard-on! She began to stroke my dick faster and harder. Ms. B. ducked under my spread legs and began to lick and suck my balls. She pulled one big ball into her mouth and popped it in and out while stroking me with one hand.

I was a virgin and I hadn’t had any real sexual experience. I couldn’t take it any longer! With a semi-shout I blew my balls all over. Cum ended up on her back, her hands, the floor in front of me and a little into her mouth once she got herself in position to pull my dick head between her lips!

“Oh, yummy! Jonnie you taste delicious! And you are still hard as a rock! I knew it! Come here, darling. Let me show you one of my favorite things to do with a big dick like yours!”

“Is it really big?” I asked. I really didn’t know.

“Oh yes, Jonnie, you have a really big dick!” She grabbed a ruler from her desk and slapped it against my still stiff cock. “Look at this! Ten inches long! And so thick! I can’t touch my thumb to my fingers! I don’t think I’ve ever had a man that thick before! Now shut up and watch this!”

When had she taken off her blouse and bra? She hefted her hooters with both hands and arms and bounced them for me to appreciate how big they were! They were enormous! They overflowed her arms to either side while her nipples were pointing straight ahead and sticking out almost an inch!

Holding them up like that her tits reached almost all the way to her wrists! So big!

Smiling up at me she enfolded my cock between her tits and started to pound them up and down while squeezing her tits as tight around me as she could. It felt amazing! I had never known how good it could feel! It wasn’t all that long until I began to spurt out again!

A look of surprise flew across Ms. B’s face but she kept on going until I had nothing left to give her. “I can’t believe how quickly you came again! Young studs like you are so much fun! Can you go again, Jonnie?”

“I think so,” I said while stroking my dick. I had lost a little stiffness but seeing Ms. B, half naked and on her knees in front of me was bringing me back to full strength fast!

“Goodie! Cause I still haven’t felt this big thing where it belongs, in my hot, wet cunt! Now slide over here and let me see what it feels like.” She pulled me to stand next to her desk while she leaned back on it. She was sitting on the desk blotter and pulling me between her legs. My cock head was at just the right height to allow me to push my dick into her pussy. Her pussy lips resisted at first but as I put more pressure on them they parted to admit my cock.

“OOOhhhhh, that’s so big, so hard, so thick!” Ms. B. was groaning and moaning while her hips bounced and shook as I drove myself deeper and deeper into her. She cried out in excitement and laid back on the desk. I started to move faster and harder. As I did so I got to watch Ms. B’s big titties slosh and move on her chest. They rose to frame her chin and then slid down to cover her navel!

I grabbed hold and tried to keep them under control but it was too hard to do. I ended up just pinching her nipples and pulling her tits out into huge cones as we kept working together to get me deeper into her hot, wet cunt.

It took a while but at last I was giving her all that I had! She was taking ten inches of rock hard dick as fast as I could give it to her and she was loving it!

Moaning and groaning, calling out to God, asking me to go faster and harder, Ms. B was really loud! It crossed my mind that someone might hear us but it didn’t stop me from what I was doing!

I had cum twice and so I was able to pound myself into her for quite a while before the urge to erupt got strong. Mr. B. had convulsed in ecstasy at least four times while we had been fucking each other. The desk blotter under her ass was soaking wet.

Oh, it’s so good, so good,” I told her. “I’m going to cum again. Where do you want it? Should I cum in your tight hot pussy?”

“No, Jonnie, I want you to decorate my tits again! Spurt all over my big tits! I want to watch you blow your load onto me! Do it now, honey! Do it now!”

As I stepped back from her she slid to the floor in front of me and held up her giant tits!

“On me, darling, all over my 34-GG titties! Soak them in your cum, honey! I love how it feels when you splash your seed onto me!”

I grunted deep in my chest as the first of many shots of cum flew out of my dick and landed on her breasts! There were at least six eruptions that splashed on her!

“So much! You came so much!” she gasped as she surveyed the damage. “Look how it’s running down my boobs and I can smear it all over my nipples and there is still so much for me to chase down and suck up! I love your cum, sweetie! I love the taste and I love how much there is! You are amazing!”

She started to lick up my sperm. She was smiling and giggling while she did this.

“You better zip up, honey. It’s getting late. But this isn’t the last time I want to spend some special time with you, Jonnie!” She was wiping up sperm with both hands and bringing it to her mouth.

I did as I was told and headed for the door. When I looked back she was tossing the desk blotter in the trash and starting to get dressed. I hope we can do this again soon!

The EnDDDD

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The next morning Amy woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. Where was Nick? She was positive she hadn’t dreamed their nightly encounter. She stretched languidly as she remembered how he had felt lodged deep inside of her cunt. How hard she had climaxed when he sucked her nipple just at the right moment.

She blushed slightly by the thought. She had never believed herself to be one of them that could have an orgasm just by having her nipples sucked. Well, surprise, surprise, her body seemed to think otherwise. Especially when said sucking was combined with one of the hottest male bodies she had ever had the luck of bedding, and the largest cock she had ever experienced. That might have something to do with her climax, she chuckled.

Speaking of hot bodies, where was he? Had he snuck out in the middle of the night as if he had some bad conscience, the cur? The thought troubled her for a moment before she shook it away. She was a grown woman, out to take what she wanted, when she wanted it, and she didn’t want to keep him, did she?

Hearing the water start running from the shower, she didn’t have to face her own answer to that question. She was certain she wouldn’t like the answer anyway and sometimes blinkers were an advantage.

A satisfied male groan was heard as Nick obviously took advantage of the hot water. Maybe he had some stiff muscles to cure from last night. The thought made her shudder slightly, and the thought of some other stiff part troubled her mind.

Without thinking more about it, she threw away the blankets and walked naked toward the bathroom. The cold air made her nipples tighten and she felt her cunt moisten just by the thought of the man enjoying the warm water. She envied the water right now. Flowing all over his body, moving into every hidden part of his body and touching every warm part of him.

She wanted to touch every muscle on his broad chest, roam her hands over his strong thighs and most of all she wanted to take his gorgeous, heavily veined cock into her mouth and her cunt. Letting him fill her up with his hard flesh and his white semen. Coating every part of her with his scent, making her feel surrounded by him.

She inhaled harshly. Arousal was mounting in her body as she quietly opened the bathroom door and went inside. The warm vapours hit her naked flesh and she longed even more for his touch. She could see the outline of his large body through the shower cabinet and she opened the door and let herself inside the small cabinet.

“Amy?” Nick said surprised as he stopped soaping his chest. “What are you doing?”

She took in every detail of his naked and wet body and felt arousal mounting as she reached for the soap. “Helping you,” she smiled at him.

He returned the smile and let her take command. Rubbing the soap onto her hands and moving her hands slowly across his chest. Willingly he lifted his arms and allowed her the room to wash his upper body. Moving downwards, she soaped in his legs and roamed her hands slowly over his erect cock before concentrating on rubbing his thighs.

“Turn around,” she commanded him.

“You haven’t finished on my front yet,” Nick said laughingly as he gave her a heated look. “Tsk, tsk, lousy work.”

“I’m saving the best until last,” she retorted and with a wink of an eye he turned obediently. Repeating the washing procedure, she soaped up her hands and rubbed them all across his body, making sure to roam her hands slowly and temptingly over his skin. She heard him breath faster and the sound made her feel even more wanton as she soaped his buttocks.

“Spread your legs,” she ordered him huskily and immediately he spread them wider. Moving her soapy hands across his ass, she moved them slowly along the valley of his legs. Moving slightly forward she could feel the sacks of his balls as she soaped him up. The hardness was eminent and she longed to see if his cock was just as hard as his balls felt like. She roamed her fingers slowly around his balls and heard his sharp intake of breath as she cupped his balls slightly.

“Dangerous territory,” Nick said huskily, and she chuckled as she soaped up her hands again and stood behind him, moving her hands forward to reach his cock. He was rock hard and she could barely hold around his hardened flesh. She moved her hands slowly up and down his cock. Giving his cock head particular attention as she located the slit on the top. He groaned loudly as she gripped him tightly and moved slightly from the tip to the root.

The only thing missing was seeing him, and she released him quickly and nudged him to turn around. He understood and immediately complied and she found herself facing a strained looking man, fully concentrated on her next move. His cock was standing straight and proud and she longed to taste him.

But first things first, she thought as she grabbed the soap and soaped her hands again, before moving her hands back to his body. Rubbing the soap slowly across his shaft and down over his yavuzeli escort balls, she coated every part of him in soap as she rubbed his skin, making him a slave to her every touch. She looked up and saw his eyes being dazed with desire and an aching need for her to complete the task, but so far he hadn’t started begging.

Oh, but he would, she smiled triumphantly. She wanted this proud and hard man to fall to his knees in need for her touch. All right, not literally perhaps, but she wanted him to want her so badly he would beg her for it. It was just a matter of holding herself back a little longer, while tormenting him into giving her what she wanted.

She aimed the spray of water at his cock and washed off the soap as she continued rubbing his tightened skin. He had closed his eyes and she took the opportunity to tighten her grip around his cock head, making him open his eyes and look at her.

“What are you planning?” he asked suspiciously.

“Just wait and see,” she smiled at him.

“Maybe I should wash you first?” he offered and roamed his hand over her tight nipples, making her gasp just by the slight touch. If he touched her she would explode too quickly, she thought ad tried to rein in the temptation pouring through her by the thought of his skilful mouth sucking her nipples.

“Not yet,” she groaned as she managed to control herself. “First, I want to fulfil a wish.”

“What wish?”

“This one,” she replied and bent down and took his cock head into her mouth, sucking him. He groaned loudly and she felt his body tremble as she continued sucking him.

“Damn it, woman, you’re making me crazy,” he blurted out.

“That’s the idea,” she said triumphantly, as she released him, and sat down on her knees, placing herself directly in front of his hard cock. She dipped out her tongue and teased the small fold directly underneath his cock head, smiling at the responding hiss he uttered.

Wanting to make him respond even harder, she enveloped his cock with her lips and sucked him greedily into her mouth. Her tongue darted around his cock head and teased him.

“Bloody hell,” he groaned out loud as he placed his hands beside her cheeks and held her in place. She answered by moving her mouth up his entire length before taking as much of him as she could inside of her warm mouth again. He moaned as he held on tighter to her, moving his hips to her motions and fucking himself on her mouth.

She moved her hands behind his hips, and held on tightly as she sucked him hard before releasing him. Repeating the motion until he whimpered and she felt his body shudder with imminent release.

“Suck me,” he growled at her. “Please, suck me harder and faster.”

She didn’t obey, as she continued her slow movements, momentarily letting go of his hard cock and sucking his balls instead. She felt his breath hitch as she touched the skin between his balls and cock and she watched his cock getting even harder than before. The cock head seemed to be about to explode and she couldn’t resist the sight any longer.

She reached for his cock and sucked him greedily into her mouth. Her hands closing around the root of his cock as she started to suck him harder. His hands held her tightly to him as he pushed himself further into her welcoming warmth and as she started to increase the pace, she heard him moaning loudly.

“More,” he pleaded. “Don’t stop. For god’s sake don’t stop, darling,” he rambled as his thighs tightened and his hips moved back and forth along with her sucking motions. Squeezing her hand around the base of his cock she felt the power building in his body just as he suddenly gave a hard shove into her mouth, filling her mouth with a salty taste as he roared out in pleasure.

She swallowed the first load of semen, but the amount was so much she had to let go of his cock. Sitting and breathing harshly all she could do was hold on to his body as he convulsed in movements. His body still spearing out semen, coating her body with his life essence. She placed her mouth over him one last time and sucked him slightly. He moaned and moved away from her.

“Sorry. Too sensitive,” he blurted out as he lifted her up and held her tightly to his chest. He breathed deeply, as if he was trying to regain control of himself again. She smiled as she contemplated how she had made this strong man become so dependent of her mouth just now. She was glad she had been able to give him such pleasure and seeing him at his weakest. She felt proud just by the thought of her being able to turn this man into jelly.

“Your turn next,” he groaned. “Just let me collect myself first.” His words were temptingly and she watched in anticipation as he placed himself in the middle of the water spray and cooled himself off.

“No need to,” she said to him. “I just need to wash off.”

“No need? What nonsense is that? Of course you want one, don’t you?”

“Nope, watching you was rewarding enough,” she winked at him.

“Sure, darling,” he said and filled his hands with shampoo before placing it in her hair and washing it slowly.

“Hey, I can do it myself,” Amy intervened, but he ignored her and continued filling his hands with soap. She looked at him. “We’ll be as wrinkled as a pair of raisins if we don’t get out of here soon,” she told him frankfully.

“Oh? You think it will take that long to have you hot and ready to blow?” he drawled as he started soaping in her arms and shoulders, before moving slowly across her breasts. Her nipples tightened as he gave them both a small pinch and she felt herself warming to his touch. He effectively washed her body from top to bottom, before aiming for her breasts once more.

Washing the soap away he bent down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth and kissed her greedily. She felt herself arching closer his body and he snuck an arm behind her lower back and held her tightly to him. She gasped out her pleasure as he moved to her other breast, teaching it the same lesson and bowing to his masterful tongue. Small lighting strikes were felt all across her body, starting in her nipples and darting all over her. She held on tightly to him and placed her hands on his cheeks, holding his mouth in the right position while she arched and moaned to his sucking.

His hands moved downward and groped her ass, lifting her up from the ground and grinding her warm cunt against his semi-hard cock. She could feel him getting erect again and with a moan she spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips, holding him tightly to her. He had released her nipple, and he now placed his mouth onto hers and gave her a hard and demanding kiss that made her feel as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Slowly rubbing his cock against her cunt, she felt the need to feel him embedded inside of her warm and aching flesh. Her body was so responsive she held on tightly as if worried she would turn completely boneless if he sat her down.

“Inside,” she gasped. “Come inside of me.”

He moved his hand between her ass cheeks and starting rubbing slowly around her cunt, but not inside. She held her breath in anticipation of what was to come. Angling her body a little she tried to make it easier for him to reach her cunt. His fingers played over her sensitive skin, and as frustration started to build she wanted to scream at him for making her wait.

“Do it,” she groaned. He only smiled at her, and she felt herself seething with frustration and arousal. Finally she felt one of his fingers at the opening of her cunt, and then finally he pushed his finger inside of her. She gasped and watched his expression as he continued pressing his finger inside her cunt, before retreating again, and pushing inside once more.

“More,” she gasped. “I want more.”

“More fingers and something larger perhaps?” he asked smilingly as if tormenting her this way was his ultimate goal in life.

“No matter,” she sneered at him. “Just do something, and make it larger and faster.”

“Huh, as if my fingers can compare to my cock,” he answered glumly. “But you will get your wish,” he said and pushed another finger inside of her, fucking her hungry pussy with his two broad fingers.

“It’s the size that counts,” she winked at him.

The heat erupted in his eyes, telling her he still felt goaded by her remarks on her preference for dildos.

“No, it’s the skills,” he groaned as he removed his fingers and plunged his large cock all the way inside of her in one long fluid move. She screamed as the pleasure threatened to envelop her completely and make her climax instantly, and suddenly she couldn’t contain herself any longer and she screamed out again as her body convulsed around his hard cock and she held on tightly to his strong body.

“New record,” he chuckled as she finally came down from her high again. “Are you sure you’re up to it?” he prodded on.

“Of course,” she groaned as she tried to remember what they were discussing. Something trivial, she imagined and then all thoughts left her brain as he started to pound his cock into her body again and again. His movement was so achingly slow she managed to get aroused once again.

“What are you doing?” she gasped at him.

“Ever heard about multi orgasms?” he asked hoarsely. “Well, we’re going for that now.”

“What?” She couldn’t believe her own ears. She had never had several orgasms in a row before, and she had no intention of starting now. The one she had just had was more than enough. She could barely focus and he wanted to give her more?

Just as that thought went through her mind he supported her against the wall and surged his cock all the way inside of her warmth. Her clit worshipped his closeness and without conscious thought she wrapped her legs tighter around him and ground her clit against his body, pleasuring herself on him.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “Go for it, honey,” he murmured heatedly into her ear, as if her movement were making him even more aroused. He withdrew his cock almost halfway out of her body, and she felt panicked by the thought of him leaving. She tightened around him and the friction caused by their bodies made them both moan in pleasure.

She held on tightly as he pushed his cock inside of her again and she felt as he was ripping her in two, or simply pleasuring her to death. She whimpered in distress as he continued his slow movement in and out of her cunt and as finally the frustration grew to unknown limits, he moved one of his hands around to her front and rubbed her clit in a determined manner.

At the same time his cock was lodged all the way inside of her body and she felt another wave of pleasure start in her centre. She screamed out her joy and she erupted another time. Only this time her head felt dazed and empty as she gave herself up to the pleasure pouring through her.

He lifted her away from his cock and held her tightly as they both soaked beneath the cascade of water. She felt her knees weaken and was relieved as he grabbed her just when she was sure she would have fallen down on the floor in pure exhaustion. Her entire body was trembling. Either from the climax or the straining in her tired muscles. She couldn’t tell yet.

He turned her around and let her support herself against the shower wall. He kept his arms around her stomach and she could feel his erect cock nudging her lower back. He hadn’t come then, she thought. It was time to make him come and get some sleep, she though as she struggled to compose herself enough.

“Just relax,” he murmured in her ear.

“But what about you. Don’t you want release as well?”

“Sure, but all in good time,” he chuckled. “Right now you look like jelly.”

“Just give me a moment,” she retorted. Not liking him having the upper hand and being able to reduce her to feeling like a tired amoeba.

She clung to the wall and tried to catch her breath again. She still felt his hard flesh in her back, and feeling adventurous she rolled her hips and pushed slightly backwards. Immediately she felt him harden even more. She rolled again, moving one hand behind her back and squeezing around his hard cock with her palm.

“You sure you are up to this right now?” he murmured beside her ear. “I thought you were tired.”

“Not tired enough,” she answered and roamed her hand over every portion of his cock she could reach. Standing on her tiptoe, she lowered his cock and aimed the cock head at her cunt. He groaned and helped her by lowering his body closer to hers.

“Spread your legs, honey,” he said hoarsely as he nudged her legs slightly apart. She bent her upper body closer to the wall, as she rubbed her lower body closer to his cock, trying to tempt him inside.

He grabbed a hold on her hips and held her tightly as his hard cock was pulsing against her opening. She spread her legs even wider, hoping he would take the invitation and be done with the tormenting.

Suddenly she felt his hard cock being pushed inside of her pussy. Arching her body more to take him deeper, she could feel him pushing another inch inside of her, filling her cunt to the limit and making her moan in pleasure.

“Deeper,” she pleaded. “Please take me deeper. Push that hard cock all the way inside of me.”

“Deeper it is,” he agreed as he pushed another inch inside of her. Holding her hips as he continued the slow surge inside of her, before making a slight withdrawal.

“No,” she gasped. “Come back. Take me.” And she tried to hold him to her as she pushed back from the wall, trying to embed his cock inside of her cunt again.

“Hold on,” he groaned as he plunged all the inside of her warm sheath, filling her to the brim and forcing a scream from her throat. She pushed back again, trying to take him even deeper.

He retreated before plunging forward again. His right hand moving from her hip and to her front, lodging at her clit. At the same time as he plunged inside again, he touched her clit and she felt her climax coming closer again.

“Go for it,” he tempted her as he retreated and plunged inside of her again, his hand rubbing her clit at the same time. She heaved for her breath and as he continued his hard and deep pounding she felt her body tighten to the orgasm building inside of her. Straining all her muscles she pushed back as he pushed forward and as he rubbed her clit once more she screamed from the top of her lungs as her orgasm hit her with full force, making her tremble to the sheer strength of the pleasure.

She tightened around his cock and Nick made a final plunge inside of her before he screamed with her and pounded a few more times inside of her. Each stroke firing her pleasure to a higher level, prolonging her orgasm until she lost her footing and hung limply against the shower wall, Nick’s hands being the only thing holding her up.

He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom where they both lay down, soaking wet and totally exhausted.

“Next time we go for multiples we’ll try the bed,” Nick murmured as he lay on his side, Amy’s backside against his front, and held his arms around her.

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Harshika woke up and looked at the clock. It was almost 5pm on a saturday evening. She had promised her landlord, Anand uncle, to help understand his newly installed computer. According to the boomer generation, you are only fit to be called as a computer engineer if you help them fix their issues which mostly involve turning it off and on. She knew how punctual the former military man was so she just went in her nightie.

“Harshika!” Anand said, opening the door before she could go back home and change. “I am so glad you could make it.”

“I am happy to help,” she said, following him inside.

“Would you like a bite to eat?” he asked, gesturing to the kitchen. “Lakshmi has gone to the temple and would return only late evening”

“Thank you for the offer, uncle, but I ate before I came.” she lied.

Anand led her to what he had dubbed his computer room. Harshika recognized the room as the one that used to belong to his son and there was still a bed sitting opposite the desk that held the room’s namesake computer.

“It’s a Dell,” Anand said proudly.

“Is that so?” Harshika asked. “Did your son order it or you did?”

“He only ordered and paid for it” replied Anand “All I know is that a technician came and set it up for two hours. I want it to video chat with my grandson”

“So, what part do you need help with?” she asked.

Anand looked from the computer to Harshika and back again. “Everything.”

“Okay,” Harshika said. “Well, do you know how to turn it on?”

“You have to turn it on? The man from the computer store didn’t say that when he installed it. “

Harshika suppressed a laugh. It was a generational thing that older people are having tough things with things a Gen Z toddler can do. And it was sweet that he not only wanted to learn more about technology, but also that he thought she was enough of an expert to help him.

“The power button is down here,” she said, squatting down beside the computer.

“Wait, one second!” he said, hurrying from the room. When Anand returned he had a pen and a notebook in hand. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

Harshika bent over once more to press the power button, but the moment she did, she realized that her nightie was fairly short and she should probably not do that. As she straightened up, however, she noticed that Anand was decidedly not looking at her and scribbling in his notebook.

The monitor lit up, to Harshika’s and Anand’s delight, and the Windows logo appeared on the screen.

“I think you can sit down,uncle” she said. “And I’ll help you steer.”

“Right. Steer. Okay.” He held up his hands like he was driving a car.

This time Harshika couldn’t hold it in. She laughed. “No, not that kind of steer. Sorry for the lingo. I meant, I’ll give you directions.”

Anand nodded before she watched him add, “steer: give directions,” to his notes.

“First, you’re going to click on the start button.”

“Alright. How do I do that?”

“The start button. At the bottom left-hand corner of the screen.” Anand touched the screen where Harshika was indicating with his finger. “No, with the mouse.”

“What mouse?” he asked, looking around the room.

“Oh, no, sorry. The mouse is this thing.” Harshika jostled the mouse against the mousepad. “You use it to navigate on the computer. See that arrow? That’s the pointer. It shows you where you’re about to click on the screen.”

Anand nodded and put his hand on the mouse, but then he moved it too quickly and the pointer zoomed off the screen.

“Whoops. You’ll get the hang of it, though.”

Harshika gaziantep bayan escort reached over Anand’s shoulder to help him control the mouse. However, in doing so, the tip of her breast grazed his shoulder. To her relief, however, it seemed Anand had failed to notice the contact between them. Her hand on his, Harshika navigated the pointer to the start button.

“This is the start button,” she explained, feeling the warmth of him through her palm. “And this is how you click.” Harshika pressed her index finger against his. But she had done it rather forcefully, causing her breasts to graze against once more. And while Anand still seemed unfazed by this, Harshika could feel her nipples tighten.

She looked down and was horrified to see that they were now visible through her nightie.

Thanks a lot, she thought at her breasts. You chose now to become aroused?

At first Harshika blamed it on her hormones, but Anand was also not an unattractive man. Harshika had always had a thing for military men and Anand was still good looking and maintained his body well. He was also tall, which Harshika loved in a man.

“You were saying?” Anand asked, turning around to look at Harshika.

Please don’t look down. Please don’t look down, Harshika thought desperately. Anand had missed her flashing him her underwear. Maybe he would miss this too.

But luck was not on her side and she watched as his eyes travelled from her own down to her chest. She then watched them grow wide with shock as he saw her nipples straining through the fabric of her dress.

Harshika laughed self-consciously, but Anand did not look away. She could not remember the last time someone else had laid eyes on her breasts—well, the last time she had not minded it. So, that was it? Harshika did not mind that a grandpa was checking her out.

“You’ve helped me out so much already, perhaps now would be a good time for me to return the favor?”

“Uncle, we can’t,” Harshika protested, though even she could tell her heart wasn’t in it.

“Why can’t we?”

“But aunty—”

“—won’t be back for at least two hours” Anand finished for her.

“I don’t see why not, then,” Harshika said. She whispered this into his ear, before playfully nibbling on his earlobe. Harshika was not usually this forward when it came to new sexual partners, but something about this big brute did something to her.

Anand’s hands traveled from her back to squeeze her hips. The sensation was absolutely marvelous and sent a rush of heat straight to her core. She could imagine what his hands would feel like on her hips as he drove into her.

“I am glad I could find a way to thank you,” Anand said, pulling down one strap of her dress, followed by the other, so that her breasts were now fully-exposed. He engulfed them in his large, rough hands and kissed her hard on the neck. Harshika thought she might collapse from the overwhelming sensations, but it would be alright because he could support her in his big, strong arms.

Harshika could feel herself the space between her legs becoming slick with arousal. She was enjoying his mouth and fingers on her so much that she was starting to forget why this might be a bad idea. She just wanted to slide her damn dress the rest of the way off and get to the good stuff, but Harshika also realized she would probably be rewarded for her patience.

And indeed she was. Anand picked up her petite frame to straddle him on the small bed abutting the wall. His hands were now on her thighs, her dress pushed up around her waist. She laced her hands through his hair while his mouth was on her breast, kissing, sucking, and biting. Harshika threw her head back and keened loudly.

“Wow, you are so beautiful. Do you know that?” Anand said.

“And you’re still fully-clothed,” Harshika responded, tugging at the bottom of his sweater vest. With the vest gone, her hands went immediately to the buttons on his shirt. Each successive button she undid brought her closer to his naked, broad chest, which was covered in smattering of white, curly chest hairs. Harshika sighed appreciatively. She could not wait to see that chest heaving above her.

“Much better,” she said, rubbing herself playfully over his ever-hardening cock. It was becoming more and more obvious to her just how large he was..

“You tease,” Anand said, moving his hands higher up on her thighs. The tips of his fingers getting dangerously close to the apex of her legs.

“Who? Me?”

Anand practically tossed her onto the bed and nearly ripped her dress from her body. After he laved both of her breasts with his hot tongue, he placed gentle kisses down the length of her torso, stopping at her abdomen, where he placed special attention. Harshika could imagine her stomach growing round and him performing the exact same gesture.

He kept travelling southward, kissing and nibbling the insides of her thighs. It took all of Harshika’s willpower not to squeeze her legs around his head and hold him hostage there. But he did not stop at her thighs either. He lifted her legs to kiss the soles of her feet, which sent Harshika into a fit of giggles. Anand smiled at her, which set her heart aflutter. How could looking so wholesome also be so incredibly sexy?

Then, without warning or prelude, his tongue was on her clit and one of his fingers was pumping inside of her, making contact with her G-spot every thrust. Harshika clutched at the sheets, rather usefully, simultaneously craving reprieve from this sweet torture while also hoping that he might pick up his pace.

As if reading her mind, he added a second finger to his ministrations and brought Harshika to that precipice of pleasure.

“Uncle,” Harshika moaned, before she fell from those orgasmic heights, her clenching muscles spasming around his fingers. Other men might have been content to let her come once before unceremoniously rutting into her, but Anand was apparently the type to draw out his partner’s pleasure.

But Harshika did not have much more bandwidth to think about that as Anand swiftly brought her to the edge once more. She moved her hands from clutching the sheets to entangle in his hair, pulling slightly to show her appreciation.

If he had not stopped after three orgasms, Harshika might have protested on behalf of her sanity and her overstimulated clit. But mercifully Anand was back to kissing her mouth, his face slick with her musk and his hands on her breasts.

Harshika, however, was done waiting for what she had come here to do—well, her new, secondary goal—and fumbled for the button on his trousers. When she finally freed his cock from its cotton prison, she was rewarded by being proven correct a second time that day. Unlike her ex,Anand was hung like a horse. And Harshika was about to have the pleasure of riding him.

Met with little resistance, Harshika was able to get the fully-naked Anand onto his back. Now it was her turn to provide sensuous torture, something she would do with relish. But not before her eyes scanned the length of him, taking in every inch of his prone form.

As he had done with her, she kissed him from head to toe, making detours around his hip bones, before she grew tired of teasing. When in reality she was drumming up the courage to take that plunge and suck his huge cock. Harshika was not sure if she could fit the whole thing in her mouth but she had to try.

She enveloped the pink head in her lips while gently easing her jaw open. Harshika did manage it, but she was also lucky she did not have to bring him to completion in her mouth—that privilege would be reserved for her pussy. She began bobbing her head up and down along his shaft, one hand resting on the base while the other cupped his balls.

Soon she felt his fingers in her curls which only encouraged her more. Harshika picked up her pace, confident that this man would have stamina for days. And why would she be wrong? She had not been wrong yet.

Harshika looked up from her diligent efforts to see Anand gazing at her, half-lidded, a smile quivering the corners of his lips. She could get used to such a sight.

When her jaw had grown sore from accommodating his girth, Harshika slowly slid her mouth from his cock and brought her pelvis in-line with his. She hovered above the head, but stopped before she fully impaled herself on him.

“Uncle,” she moaned, biting her lip.

With as much control and restraint as she could muster, Harshika lowered herself down Anand’s shaft, absolutely enjoying the delicious pain of being stretched by his thick cock. Anand helped guide her descent by holding her hips, while Harshika braced herself against his chest.

She moaned, deep and throaty, when she reached her limit, before she began her—much speedier—ascent. Anand helped of course, but it was through her strong thighs that Harshika was able to reach a velocity that drew them both mad. Soon he was breathing hard, his face contorted in ecstasy.

Harshika figured this meant he would be coming soon, but Harshika had figured incorrectly. With deft hands, Harshika found herself being flipped onto her back, while Anand took control. Now that Anand held the reins, he could fold and bend her like a pretzel to hit in all of the right spots. Harshika dug her nails into his back and moaned unabashedly. She had never orgasmed from penetration before but if he kept it up, she just might.

“You are so beautiful, my dear,” he gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as divine as you.”

He bent down to pop one of her nipples into his mouth. Harshika cried out at the added stimulation and she felt her muscles begin to tighten as she neared her fourth orgasm of the day.

Anand must have felt her walls contracting around him, because he whispered into her ear, “Come for me, my dear.”

“A-a-Anand,” she moaned, succumbing to the waves of pleasure.

Then she could feel him tense and groan long and low, before he emptied himself inside of her. Harshika thought he had finished several times, but his cock continued to twitch with each successive load of his warm cum. She had lost count of how many times he had done this because they had started kissing again.

Anand lingered a moment longer within her before pulling out and rolling onto his back. It was a tight squeeze since the bed was not very large, but Harshika did not mind being close to this man, even if they were both naked and very sweaty.

Harshika turned to look into his blue eyes, so much like Ron’s, but somehow infinitely sweeter. “We should do that again.”

“I’m free tomorrow,” Anand said, gazing back at her tenderly.

“I was thinking sooner.”

Anand chuckled. “You’ll have to give me a minute. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“That’s okay,” Harshika said. “I can show you some interesting things on the Internet while we wait.”

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It’s been my dream since I was a kid to be a teacher.

I teach twelfth grade calculus. I’ve always been good with numbers.

The majority of my students are good kids. I teach 18-year-olds. Teaching the older classes is a preference of mine. I find that twelfth graders are typically more mature than the underclassman. Not by a great deal, but a bearable amount.

I love my job.

But lately, I’ve been having a problem.

I have these…* urges*.

I have always had trouble dating because of it.

I have an enormous sexual appetite, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to satisfy.

99% of the reasons my past relationships never worked out, is because I rushed into getting physical, before I took time to establish emotional foundations.

I know it’s an asshole thing to do.

But, I just can’t help it. I can’t stand the slow, mind-numbing, wait-time until my partner is ready to have sex. And in no time at all, the need for sex consumes the entire relationship.

I could hardly sit still, or not check my watch every other minute as I sat through a date. I always finish my food first, and get super antsy if my date is still finishing hers.

I abhor the thought of having to go on multiple dates for the off chance the woman I’m seeing will sleep with me.

So, I work out for a chiseled body. I work a few extra side jobs for more money. I drive a sports car.

I analyze the person I’m dating, and employ conversation and tactics that I conclude will work on her particularly.

I always figure out what to say, and what to do.

I go all sorts of lengths I can to be the most irresistible, and seductive person, to eliminate the possibility of having to wait longer to convince the woman I’m with, that I’m bedroom material.

99% of the time, I can figure out how to get someone in bed with me.

Eventually, I get impatient or uninterested in doing anything that involves relationships besides have sex.

That becomes clear to my partner after awhile, and inevitably she breaks it off with me.

I know it’s wrong.

I’ve avoided relationships the past year, and just keep things casual.

I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s what’s best.

Because as much as I love having sex, I hate the idea of hurting someone.

I’ve done it far too often, for far too long, with way too little concern for it until now.

Let’s be honest, do you really think someone like me is going to be settling down? I didn’t think so.

I’ve dealt with the urges by paying prostitutes and keeping several fuck buddies.

I wish I could say that I’ve kept my personal life from my career, but that would be a lie.

I’ve slept with several co-workers.

I’ve never let it get in the way of my teaching, however.

But that’s the bigger part of my problem.

For a few weeks now, *it’s interfering. *

I’ve been having a dry spell. Shocking, I know.

All of my friends with benefits, are either in new relationships, moved, or haven’t answered my texts…

And, I’ve had to cut back on my expenses. Several appliances had to be replaced in my house, and I’ve had to be careful with my money.

Like I said earlier, I work a few extra gaziantep bayan escort jobs, but let’s face it, a teacher’s salary plus a few odd jobs here and there isn’t that much to live on. Sex from prostitutes just isn’t cheap either.

It’s driving me insane. Masturbating to porn helped at first, but now it only makes me hungrier.

Teaching has helped get my mind off of it in the past, but not lately.

All these girls coming into my classroom in short skirts, and low-cut tops isn’t helping.

I get an instant erection the second a tall blonde, long-legged, 18 year-old struts through the door and flashes me a white smile.

I’m squirming in my seat now, trying to explain tangents using the overhead projector and smartboard screen. I’d get up and write it, if not for my raging boner going nuts over the girl in the front seat’s top falling down lower and lower.

The hot pink lace of her bra pears out over her tank-top, and I can’t keep still.

Screw it. I give up.

I give them an unplanned text-book assignment, and turn towards the pile of papers on my separate table and start grading.

I sigh in relief as the class finally ends, and the school day is over.

*Finally.*

The girl adjusts herself and leaves the classroom.

As they leave the classroom, I announce that all late work must be returned to me by a certain day, to ensure I’d have enough time to grade it all before the cut-off time. To be honest, my deadline is ridiculously soon. I don’t have a lot of time to grade since I have the extra jobs.

I’m pleased with all the papers I got graded. This means I’ll have some free time.

My erection starts to fade, and I begin replying to an e-mail.

“Um, Mr. Bell?” I turn, startled and see a student of mine, standing at my desk.

“Oh, hi Sophie. What can I do for you?” I say. My attention is refocused.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I’d like to talk about my grades.”

I knew where this was going. Sophie is a… disappointing student. She has so much potential, but she doesn’t apply herself. She’s been failing my class for two weeks straight. She’s neglected most of my assignments, she texts and sleeps during class. She’s failed the most recent tests.

My class is year-round. Each semester grade is averaged together for a final, year grade. That decides whether a student passes or fails.

Sophie’s current semester grade is so low, that even if she maintained an A in my class next semester, She wouldn’t pass for the year.

That meant, she wouldn’t graduate.

There’s always a student or two that digs themselves into a hole like this, and then come crawling to me expecting me to dig them out of it.

“What about it?” I say anyway.

“Well, I was wondering if there was anything I could do to improve it?”

“You could try turning in all your missing work.” I say dryly.

“I would, but I just don’t have enough time.”

“I’ve given the classes more than plenty of a time to turn in each assignment. My deadline for late work is final.”

“You don’t understand. I’m busy.”

“Sophie, you have to do 8-15 equations max for my class every other night. I understand you have other classes, but I know for a fact you don’t have a job.

I work 3 other jobs beside this one, AND grade papers all night long. If I can handle all of those things on MY plate, surely you can manage a page of math once in awhile.” I scold.

She starts to look frustrated.

Not only is she one of *those* students, but Sophie lives a street over from me. I’ve met her parents before. They’re not too concerned about anything pertaining to her.

The only thing they care about is whether or not she’s passing her classes.

“Can’t you make an exception?” she pleads.

“No, I can’t. It’s unfair to the other students.”

She nods, and looks down.

“Ughhh.. pull out your assignment from today. I can help you with it. Go find a seat.” I grumble.

Her eyes light up and she takes a seat in the front row, and she pulls out her work, and shows me.

I’m floored when I see it.

Firstly, it’s not even half-way completed. Secondly, what little she has finished, is incorrect.

“Weren’t you paying attention at all today?” I thunder.

“Yes.” She whispers.

“I don’t see how.” I say, astounded.

“I just don’t get it.” She whines.

“You don’t ask questions! You don’t ask for help!” I scoff.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to finish all of my late work before you deadline, sir.” She says. I close my eyes.

“Sophie, you just have to get as much done as you can before then. It’ll be better than nothing.”

“Yeah, but I don’t understand it.” I become increasingly frustrated. I bend down and demonstrate another problem on her paper. I see in her eyes that it’s not clicking.

“Can you help me with my late work?” She asks.

I shake my head.

“Sophie, remember what I said earlier? I simply don’t have time. You should have asked me for help when the work was relevant. It’s not fair to everyone else.”

I stand up straight. She looks up at me with big, brown eyes.

“There’s no time at all after school?”

I think about it. I usually have about two hours after school before my other job begins. Before then I have to eat dinner, and shower, and plan for the next day’s classes.

If I did this, that would mean, I’d have use my lunch period to plan, and hurry and eat and shower before my next job started.

I shake my head. I’d do it, if she weren’t so lazy and inconsiderate. And like I said, it’s not fair.

“Sophie, I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Mr. Bell, please. I have to graduate this year with my class!” She begs.

“You should have thought of that weeks ago, instead of expecting me to just hand you the diploma you didn’t work for.”

Her frustrated expression changes. She looks at me with big, tired eyes.

“I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Bell.” She says.

The way she says it, and the way she’s looking at me, is doing something in my pants. I curse over and over in my head at the erection that’s forming. I’m standing right in front of her. My crotch is practically in her face. I try to move, but I can’t. I’m frozen in place, held hostage by her eyes.

Her gaze trail to the growing bulge in my pants, and her eyes widen. Her cheeks turn red. She looks back up at me and searches my face.

I know I can lose my job. I know I could go to jail.

But, right now… my boner doesn’t care,

and neither do I.

“Anything?” I manage to say.

Her eyes are wider.

“Mr. Bell, you want me to-to…” She trails off, looking down again.

“If you want me to help you after school with your late work, then you’ll have to.” I say, narrowing my eyes. I know. I’m such a bastard.

She squirms in her seat. She’s thinking about it, hard

“Every time?” I nod.

I look over her. She has about a 36-38 C cup. She’s thin, and has long brown hair. Shes wearing tight jeans.

“I’ll only do it, if you also extend the deadline for me.”

I smile. “Deal.”

She looks up at me, letting it sink in.

I step forward a little, and she focuses on my erection.

I shiver as she touches it. I take the back of her head and presses her face against it.

Oh, god it feels so good. It’s been so long.

She reaches up, and unzips my fly, and strokes it through my boxers. Her fingertips peel under the elastic, and I groan as she grasps it in her hands and pulls it out…

She looks up at me with bambi eyes, as she drags the tip of her tongue over my slit. I shiver, and rake my fingers through her glossy hair.

“Mmmm. Does it taste good?” I say, and press the back of her head.

My heart pounds so hard I fear it’ll burst.

The sight of her holding my dick with her tiny, dainty hands… near her beautiful, young face is making me incredibly hard.

“It’s so big, Mr. Bell.” She whines. Her eyes trail over it, as she gently licks my slit.

“Have you ever done this before?” I ask…

“Yes. A lot of times.” She smiles and bats her long eyelashes.

“Mmm. Fuck.” I say in a low voice.

Her cheeks redden, as she takes me into her mouth.

My heart is pounding in my ears. I can’t believe this is happening. I look at the door.

Thank god the shade is drawn.

I’m trembling where I stand. Her eyelashes are so dark and have such a deep curve. My cock dips down her throat, and I groan. She looks up at me with those fucking eyes.

I want her.

I can’t be quiet as she begins to fuck her face with it.

“Mmmm… what would your boyfriend think of this?” I say teasingly.

She pops me out, and licks me up and down.

“What boyfriend?” She says as she strokes me in her hand.

“Um. The guy you dry hump in the hallways.”

“Oh. Him. He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah?”

She slides her tongue over my slit again.

“Nope. But, you watch me in the hallways Mr. Bell?”

“It’s kinda hard not too.”

“You don’t have a wife or girlfriend to do this for you?”

She says and kisses the head.

“No, I don’t.” I grab the back of her head and thrust in and out.

I ram my cock in and out of her mouth, and I can’t stop. I look down at her face, and her beautiful curvy eyelashes. She’s letting me be rough.

The feeling of her lips wrapped around my cock. I tense up, and fuck her face faster.

She moans as I pump her mouth with my cum. I hold her head in place. I call out and squirm, until she’s swallowed every single drop.

She pulls back, and gasps.. I stagger back and lean against the wall. I stare at the floor as I try to catch my breath.

I zip it up, and fulfill my half of the bargain.

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