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A Morning at the Bookstore: The Adventure Begins, Part 1

I love to browse at The Book Store in Eugene, Oregon. I always have a target or hit list of out of print books that I am looking for. Wired on the double expresso from the coffee shop across the street, I settle into the comfortable browse mode. I sit cross-legged on the floor reaching for the new William Gibson novel when a woman walked in the door. No big deal, but her eyes caught my attention, sharp, bright, alert and ready. The caffeine and I suppose a little testosterone trip a small surge in the center of my body. I awake from browse mode. She went to the gardening section across the way. I turned and watched her move. Deliberate and relaxed. If she noticed me, I did not feel it.

I instinctively moved in that direction. I know a little about gardening, let see how this works out. I come over and see that she is cruising the bonsai section. I could smell her perfume, some exotic essential oil that I could not immediately place. I spy a copy of Bonsai for the Western Gardener by Yakamoto on the lower shelf.

“In terms of Bosai, I recommend this one,” I offer.

I drop to my knees and pull the book. As I turn, my face is inches from her pussy. I glance at the hem of her light cotton sun dress and the firm legs. I am drawn to the soft downy hairs on the inside of her legs above her knees. I draw a deep breath, I can smell her pussy as I hand her the book. She doesn’t take the book. She peers down over her breasts with a hint of a smile as I close my eyes in olfactory euphoria. I may not be such an expert when it comes to wine but the fragrance of female pheromes mixed with the smell of pussy juice never fails to get my undivided attention. I turn away back to the stack, suddenly embarrassed at my obvious display of interest. My maleness, however, has its own mind on this issue and embarrassingly rises to the occasion. I am afraid to stand up now, knowing that my situation would become obvious. Her eyes sparkle and in an instant I knows that she has perceived my predickament.

Glancing at the upper shelf and pointing She replies in a saucy voice, “Do you recommend any of these?”

I now realize that she has chosen to tease me. I figure that’s better than a slap in the face. However, I look a little ridiculous on my knees, but hesitate to stand.

The same saucy voice, clearly enjoying herself, now queries, “Would you like me to help you up?”

She does not extend her hand, however.

I reply without thinking, “I believe you have already done that” and cringe immediately.

She step back a little, surprise creeps into the hint of a smile and she looks me over, I suppose, assessing the potential as well as the liability. I am in good shape for my forty years and my clear brown eyes do not waver.

“I just wanted a couple of books on Bonsai.”

I stupidly reply, “You never know what Bonsai can lead to”, remembering the fragrance of her pussy. She takes a deep breath and her nipples immediately harden under her thin cotton dress. I realize that she is not wearing a bra and I can see the areola crinkle around her nubs. A slight draft wafts a new fragrant dose in my direction.

Fortified, with the intoxicating smell, I say, “We both seemed to get a little more than we bargained for” and glance at her chest. She glances down and notes the obvious. She blushes slightly but does not hesitate when she replies.

“Perhaps we should return to Bonsai,” she offers.

I stand placing the offered Bonsai book strategically in front of me and suggest that we could discuss it in the reading area where there are several comfortable lounge chairs. She moves towards the reading area; I follow. Her perfume and natural fragrance leave a trail that I could easily follow in the dark. Her light pale blue print sun dress softly swishes from side to side. She plops down in one of the ancient over-stuffed chairs. I follow the flutter of her dress and catch the hint of her upper thighs. I choose the chair across from her.

“My name is Lessos and I had no intention of being out of line.”

She looks me square in the eyes and states, “Well Lessos, my name is Lisa and I think you had every intention of being out of line.” I begin to protest but she adds,” but I don’t think I mind.”

I cave in. “Its you fragrance.” Now she has me going.

“What fragrance?” The hint of a smile now adds a touch of innocence.

“I don’t know, some exotic essential oil and a touch of something else.” I answer as honestly as I can.

“What something else?” again the innocence tone.

“Some kind of natural essence,” I offer.

Her thighs part slightly, I sneak a glance. I catch her thighs move as she shifts in the chair.

“Exactly”, I reply. She immediately grasps the subject of my statement.

Again, I see here step back in her mind and size up the situation for the second time. I see her quickly but calmly process the scene. Without so much as a gaziantep escort glance around she casually drops her hand to her lap and slowly extends her fingers over her mons.

I shiver from the intoxication and look straight in the bright eyes and say.

“Yes, that and a whole lot more if your would be so kind as to permit me to speak my mind.”

Her thighs contract a little as she presses her extended fingers tighter against her mons. The sun dress bunches a little at her hand’s action and my dick throbs in response.

Clearly, we are now cooking a little chemistry besides a few wayward pheromes.

I withdraw the book from my lap and place it on the end table. She quickly glances to reveal my state.

“I would like to explore this Bonsai concept but it appears as if we have more pressing business to consider.”

I’m clearly ready. She parts her thighs slightly more so I can I see the wet spot on her white cotton panties. I am embarrassed because of my lean and hungry look, yet, at the same time I am excited. I try not to drop my jaw too far and resist the strong inclination to drop to my knees in front of her grab her butt in both hands and press my face against her panties.

I notice that the door on the right leads to the reading room and is in the process of being re-modeled. I glance to the right, she follows my gaze.

“Not yet”, she replies

None of the staff is visible; we hear then laughing in the office up front.

She quickly slides her hands up her dress, grabs the waistband of her panties, lifts her butt slightly off the seat of the overstuffed chair and in one fluid motion slides them off, balls them up and throws them at me.

I catch them by reflex before I am able to assess the situation or reply.

“Here, is this what you are interested in my unintentional friend?”

Instinctively, Part 2

My philosophy is one must be always ready to seize the moment, he who hesitates is lost. Instinctively, I took the offering, placed it to my face and inhaled. If they could make a perfume of this musk, men would faint with desire. Her long black eye lashes fluttered in a moment of surprise and her sensuous full lips curled not in desire but curiosity and amusement.

Her hand returned to covering her mons, her fingers gently extended. I sat back, relaxed and in a way, by my non-action and attention, challenged her to proceed. She sensed my direction and took another deep breath. Her breasts rose stretching the thin cotton and the nipples retuned instantly to their state of attention. With her other hand she slipped the thin strap off and partially exposed one of her breast, popping out into the sunlight as if it had a mind of its own. Its full contours and beauty now in open view. The nipple turgid with the blood of arousal. She parted her legs some more, her dress riding up her golden brown thighs exposing her upper legs and her dark bush, it looked tropical down there, heat and humidity, her extended fingers now touched the outer naked pussy with slow, gentle deliberate strokes guaranteed to keep me focused on every movement.

Abruptly a member of the staff left the office and headed for the stacks. Lisa quickly slipped her strap up and brushed her skirt down in a single motion. The staff member glanced at us, passed us a friendly smile and continued on her mission. It appeared that our activities were not that interesting to her or perhaps she was just being polite.

Lisa blushed a little and slight perspiration complemented the almost undetectable flush on her chest. I, on the other hand, suffered from a severe case of excitement that pushed against the confines of my Levis making me painfully aware of my discomfort at the same time the surge of excitement reached deep within. Here was a beautiful woman, showing me her breast and pussy in public no less and challenging me to rise to the moment. All of this with an exchange of not so much words but body language and communication that was sensuous, intelligent and intensely exciting.

Recovering our composure Lisa, fluttering her long dark eyelashes and assuming a incongruous look, not of embarrassment or even naughtiness, but, surprising, genuine innocence says. “Well, do you like what you see?” I reply, “For as little as you know me, you know it does.” I continue. “You know I want to throw myself on my knees, grab your ass in both hands and rub my face in your naked pussy and not stop until you are completely satisfied. ” Her beautiful eyebrows arch as if to say, “Well?”

“… but this is hardly the place to conduct such business.” I felt I should offer up something substantial, I wanted to create a bond with this woman brazen and self assured enough to show me her pussy in the reading room of the Smith Family Book Store

“You know as well as I know that the genuine validity of life’s experiences come from those moments of intersection of the nexus in which two unrelated streams of consciousness cross one another and reinforce, transform and fertilize the best and sometimes the worse in one another. Serendipity, creativity but mostly unpredictability, the nexus is the key to experience and I feel firmly caught in the nexus energy and you, in your beauty and intensity, are its agent. I want, no, I desire, to amplify what you so generously initiated.

“Hey wait, cowboy, I thought we were having a little sensual interlude not cosmic communication with the universe. “

“Lisa, please understand. We have never met, but I know you, I know you in a fundamental way that would frighten both of us. I cannot ignore what I know to be true. We are caught together briefly or perhaps not so briefly in the nexus’s stream and I have no intention of bailing out until I have explored this opportunity to its conclusion. You may wish to pretend otherwise, but, I know you feel the intensity too, I can see it in your beautiful eyes and I know that you are not immune to the nexus’s call. Hey, biology is cool, I’m the first to admit that I am an animal, a human animal, but, an animal. Your smell has me tied in knots but there is another ontological plane here. You know it and I know it. ”

“The back room there is waiting and I will immediately make good on my promise and I am sure that there is something we can do to resolve my own rather uncomfortable excitement. However, Pandora’s box is open, literally and figuratively, we have biology here but I feel a flood of something else. Trust you instincts, find the kernel of truth and flow with it or run now, fast. “

“Whoa,” she replies, “I find biological liberties a lot easier to offer, a lot less messy.”

“Oh, but true satisfaction and pleasure involves both.”

“Yeah, but I think making good on your promise as you said is something that I can handle right now; the rest I will take under advisement. Especially when I consider the quality of the “proposed” experience.”

I can go with this. I jumped up, quickly glanced at the staff office and grabbed her hand and glided her into the back room. The door shut firmly behind us and had a thumb knob lock on the door handle. I turned the brass knob and glance around the room. A large overstuffed couch was in the back corner near the full size picture window that looked out onto a Japanese maple. Lisa had already approached it and peered under the sheet that covered it. Pull off the sheet, I suggested. She grabbed the sheet and, presto, the overstuffed monstrosity from a bygone era came view. Its brown fabric, was the obvious victim of much human interaction. I briefly wonder how many women climbed the mountain in repose on it. The nexus offered a flood of sexual images; not a single one distinct enough to highlight individually.

My attention returned to Lisa.

She was looking at the couch and I offered, “Please make yourself at home.”

She sat down on the end nearest the bright window.

The sunlight made her edges of full curly black hair appear as a halo. A dark Madona image passed quickly through my mind. I wondered if she minded if I took control of the situation; from what I’ve seen I am sure she had her own ideas. I cannot take what is not freely given regardless of the conditions.

She saw my thoughts rise and then as if telepathic she raised and rolls her left palm pointing up. She extends her hand while she kindly commented. “Be my guest.”

I nodded my thanks and gently requested, “Please lean over the end of the couch. She immediately complied with a mischievous smile.

Gently, I requested with a slight tremor of excitement, “Raise your dress and drop your straps.” There were no panties as I had stuffed them in my pocket.

She politely complied, all unhurried and in slow cadence. She glanced over, again the mischievous smile and underneath another emotion, strong and steady, but unclear. I held her gaze and smiled.

“So beautiful and so sexy.” I stated. I can see and smell that you are ready, but It would please me greatly if you played with yourself …”

She brought her hand to her pussy and with her extended golden brown fingers and gently stroked herself. The closely cropped dark black hair and the brown lips liquid in the light. Fleshy plump labia engorged in blood underneath, each nerve ending, staccato rhythm, firing in chorus. The bright reflected sunlight highlighted her naked ass pointing up in the air. With her other hand she brushed across her breast slowly back and forth. I walked around her from her left front to the right my eyes never moving form her ripe and aroused body. She continued to gently stroke her pussy, light feathered strokes. In no hurry and although she appeared exited, she displayed no particular urgency. I thought of taking her immediately rushing around whipping out my cock and taking her from behind, quickly precipitating a mutual, simultaneous powerful orgasm with moans of pleasure and gushing sex fluids dripping on the couch. I consider the urgency in my own loins; my testosterone rush was tempered with patience.

Caress and rise, caress and rise – again each pleasure level building a new power of urgency.

To build an insatiable fire that, although temporarily extinguished by physical satisfaction, will grow anew from the mental constructs of indelibly marked orgasmic experience imprinted simultaneously into the animal regions and cerebral regions of her mind. This is the effect I wanted. This is what I wanted to share with this wild animal woman Subdue the desire for a quick fuck, program an imprinted experience that by word, sight or smell will invoke the sexual experience anew with its primordial primate desire reborn at a glance.

A slight breeze caused the red maple outside to shiver slightly and dance in the speckled sunlight.

I pulled of my cotton shirt, one of my favorites with a botanic print of the legume Anadenanthera colubrina on the back.

I unsnapped the top button of my Levies and my cock sprang free of its confinement.

I sat beside Lisa on her right side facing the window and slowly approaching her face. I could smell her perfume and her sex. I closed my eyes and inhaled. I touched her dark, black curly locks. I ran my finger through her hair as she continued on her climb. I touched her face with the back of my left hand. As I am left handed I feel clumsy with my right.

With myleft hand on the back of her neck I gently massaged her ear with my right gently tugging at her ear lobes. I got up on my knees and kissed and caressed her lower back with my tongue as I held her breast with my right. I could feel the nipple against my palm. I ran my finger around her areola until it crinkled.

I moved to her rear and watched her gentle movements slightly increasing in intensity. My cock throbbed to the intoxicating smell of her pussy. I gently caress the inside of her thighs with my tongue. She released a little moan, a gentle sigh. I grabbed the inside her thigh gently with my teeth and held. She jumped a little and stopped. I released.

“A punctuation mark.” I playfully replied.

“Open” I gently requested, and I touched the insides of both thighs. There was the primary object of my desire. Her wet pink pussy inches away. I grabbed outside of both thighs to steady myself and lower my tongue to her pussy. I held the flat of my tongue against it. Her clit splayed lightly against the pubic arch. She held for a few seconds, I could feel the blood pulsing. I gently applied a light pressure and she pushed against me, my face squarely getting a squish of pussy juice and female aroma. I gently moved back and forth maintaining a gentle pressure. “So sexy” I mumbled through her pussy lips. I was now caressing her legs as well. She began to push a little harder now and a little more urgently. I ran my tongue around and then refocused more intently on her clit. Still using log flat strokes. I fell her urgency move up a notch. The smoothness of the old musty couch, the sunlight, the heat of her body, the smell, the sound of squishing female genitals,. A wonderful sensory complex. The wind outside stirred the red leaves of the Japanese maple in earnest now.

I pushed my pants down around my legs and as I touched my cock I replaced my tongue with my hand. I slowly stuck my two fingers gently up her pussy as she continued to play with her clit. Our movement are synchronized now and I caress my cock as she slowly moves up and down on my fingers. I feel her vaginal walls contacts. It had all been strangely quiet up to this point except for her gentle moans.

“You are so hot, you smell, taste and look so good.” I broke the silence. “You make me so excited when you play with your pussy.”

Some wayward pussy juice rolled down her inner right thigh. This is heaven. I feel the surge, the rush of sexual excitement. The movement, tidal flow in the center of my body.

She immediately replied, If you don’t fuck me right now, I will die.

I feel the same way. This slow smoldering sex flame are ready to burst into a righteous fire. As my pants were still on my legs, I stepped out of one of the legs. My pants lie on the floor around my left leg. My cock has been ready since before we entered the room.

I wanted to explore some more, this mystery offered so openly. But I thought that if we did not do something definitive quick, we would both burst. I approached her backside standing up now. The leave on the trees were shaking and the thin branches were rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the breeze. She had both breast in her hands now kneading them back and forth, tweaking her nipples and moaning gently. “Come on baby fuck me, I’m ready. ” her low, gentle but urgent request.

Clearly neither one of us feel embarrassed, moving from a chance meeting a few moments ago to a hot sexual encounter in a relatively public place. Standard cultural norms were suspended. The nexus brought us together and we were determined to ride its wave of synchronicity to the end. I felt it and I felt she felt it to, this strange and beautiful animal woman, an aroused cat.

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Rob takes his investigations one step further from the massage parlour days.

She welcomed me at the door. There was a discrete porch, angled from the road, away from prying eyes. The pictures on her web site weren’t lying, she was absolutely, drop dead, gorgeous. This should be a very pleasant afternoon.

I had been looking to broaden my sexual horizons for a little while, reading reports, checking out web sites and so on when I came across Jen’s page. There was a wealth of information in the reports, all excellent, and checking out her website got me really excited. She offered a real girl friend experience, loved what she did, and described all manor of delights.

I had been a fan of massage parlours for a long while but, since becoming single again, found the lack of actual sex frustrating. A good oily hand job is fine, in its place, but it was now time for something more: more deeply satisfying.

Lying on your back, after an erotic massage, having to make no effort at all, while a nubile, naked girl rubs oil into your cock is not an experience to be underestimated, particularly if she is cool about where your hands are allowed to wander. I had had many of these and often enjoyed the sensation of stroking firm young breasts as she brought me closer and closer to the inevitable. It’s a chance to relax and, when you can take no more, just come.

But this was going to be something different, something new. Jen’s website made no bones about her oral skills and that was what I was really looking for, a slow, sexy, blow job.

Average to tall, with shoulder length blond hair and a cheeky grin, she welcomed me in. The silky, red, dress she almost wore, was long enough to be decent: just, and string thin straps supported the flimsy material over her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra was immediately obvious. Definitely generous of breast: good!

She led me into a downstairs bedroom, right by the front door, with its own en-suite and offered me a shower, which I declined, just having had one before I left home. The large double bed, made up with a clean, crisp, white linen sheet tightly stretched across the mattress and several well stuffed pillows, looked inviting as the stage for a sexy adventure.

We dealt with finances, established that I was here for the full one hour girl friend experience, with the emphasis on oral.

Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue seeking out mine. Wow, I see what they mean about girl friend experience, so I let go and joined in.

Her breasts pushing up against my chest added gaziantep escort to the eroticism of the moment as she broke from the kiss and ran her hands down my sides to the front of my trousers while sliding to her knees. She undid my belt, took hold of my zip, lowered it with tantalising slowness, looked up into my eyes with that cheeky grin and said.

“Time for my meet and greet.” She gently lifted my stiffening cock from its cotton prison and wrapped her lips around the sensitive end, sucking enthusiastically while working some magic with her tongue. My cock naturally responded in the time honoured fashion and, as she murmured her approval, it came to attention.

“How many times do you want to come?” She didn’t beat about the bush this lady and so I confessed to being a one trick pony.

“And how would you like that to be? In my mouth? In my pussy? Or is there any other way you’d like? I do lots of different things, like on my tits or snowballing.”

I knew I wanted to come in her mouth particularly as it had been posted as her speciality on the web, but I had to confess I didn’t know what snowballing was, and I was curious.

“You come in my mouth and, when I’ve got it all, I give you a long sexy kiss and you get it back.”

I’d often considered tasting my come while masturbating but at orgasm the desire always went away rapidly so, although I had tasted pre-come and found it rather pleasant, I had not tried the real thing. Thinking it through, just having had one of her long sexy kisses, how could I resist?

“Snowball please,” said my mouth.

I’d once had a blow job from a lady who insisted that the best bit for her was to swallow and keep sucking after I’d come. She got very carried away and quite honestly it hurt quite a bit as my cock had become hyper sensitive, but it hurt in a good way and I wanted to experience it again.

“After I come, I’d like you to keep sucking until I say ‘red’. I am bound to say stop, because it is so sensitive but I want you to keep going until I say ‘red’ even if I beg you to stop.”

“I’ll try, but when you show first signs of distress I’ll stop, OK?”

We agreed. She removed the rest of my clothes and indicated for me to lie on the bed. She lay on top and gave me a languorous kiss, searching out my tongue with hers.

Breaking from the embrace and dragging her flowing hair down my chest she set to work again. The anticipation of her mouth as her hair trailed over my cock was exquisite as I find long hair used as a sex toy totally irresistible.

She took my cock between her lips and sucked me gently while setting to work massaging my balls. This lady had spectacular oral skills, I was in for a real treat. The things she could do with her tongue produced such dramatic results that I thought the hope of lasting the full one hour was going to be a bit too optimistic.

She sensed the tide of pleasure building and knelt up between my thighs, pulling the red satin concoction over her head revealing her magnificent breasts for the first time, but it wasn’t her breasts that really caught my eye, it was her pierced navel! She slowly and sensuously lowered her breasts on to my chest, lay on top of me and reached behind her to grasp my cock.

I was a little uneasy as it felt just as if I was sliding it into her eager pussy. She sensed my unease and, with her mouth pressed up close to my ear, breathed out sensuously.

“Don’t worry, I know exactly where you are.” So I relaxed and she continued whatever magic she was working.

“Doesn’t that feel just like fucking? It feels as if you have just entered me doesn’t it? Now imagine you stiff cock entering my nice wet pussy, and you’re really fucking me. You’d like that wouldn’t you? So would I! I’d so like that cock deep in my pussy so that I could fuck you from up here while you play with my tits. I like having my tits played with while riding cow girl, my nipples get so sensitive.”

Wow! Once again she stopped before the tide came in too far, before I reached the point of no return.

“Shall we fuck now?”

And before I had time to think she had ripped open a condom, popped it in her mouth, and rolled it onto my cock with her lips.

“Did the piercing hurt?” I asked slightly stunned.

“Which one?”

“You have more than one?”

“Oh yes, navel and clit hood, look.”

And she crawled up the bed, legs astride my chest and showed me the little gold stud that pierced her clit hood vertically.

“It rubs on my clit when I fuck and brings me exquisite orgasms. Let’s fuck now and you’ll see how excited I get.”

She lowered her pussy, cowgirl style, on to my waiting cock which slipped in slowly and she started to grind her clit on the base of my shaft. Sure enough she became very animated very quickly and I knew I couldn’t take much more so I suggested I go down on her.

“Like sixty nine?” She asked and rose majestically off my cock, discarded the condom, spun round and, taking me in her mouth, presented me with this magnificent view of her pussy with it’s golden piercing. She sucked, I lapped at the stud. The effect on her was electric and it didn’t take long before her tide definitely came in.

“Time for the main event.” She said as she slid down the bed, took my cock in her mouth, eased back my foreskin and started to lick the sensitive frenulum. Obviously she could tell when a man is just about to come, as she stopped just before the point of no return: several times. I actually lost count. Agony, sweet agony.

Next came the deep throat, which was a first for me, I was not expecting the noises or the sensations as she used her throat to swallow my cock as far as it would go, literally fucking me with her throat. Noisy, messy and so erotic. Again she sensed my excitement as she looked up in to my eyes and went back to work gently with her tongue and her mouth.

Then the suction increased markedly as did the sensations.

This time there was no holding back as I approached the point of no return. We sailed straight through that. She sensed it and smiled her sexy smile as she stared into my eyes. She fondled my balls with one hand while pinching a nipple with the other. The tension of the whole session was about to be released, all that sexy talk, the meet and greet, the oral, the cow girl, the pierced clit and navel, the sixty nine, the pressure was irresistible. Tsunami, I came.

I came, and kept coming in spasms that shook my whole body, she sucked, I came some more, my balls emptied into that delicious mouth. She kept sucking. It hurt, just as I knew it would, but it was a sweet pain almost ecstatic. She kept sucking and the hyper sensitive end of my cock was yelling to be left alone. I stood it for as long as I could but eventually every nerve in my glans was screaming. I tried to stay silent but the feelings were too strong: I gasped, she stopped.

She slid her mouth off my cock with closed lips and wriggled up my torso with a wicked grin on her face. I had almost changed my mind about how sexy a snowball might be. It is one thing contemplating it in a state of high sexual arousal but quite another just after you’ve come and your cock is throbbing with post orgasmic sensitivity. Her mouth approached mine. Lips contacted lips. As we kissed, her mouth opened and so did mine. Slightly reluctantly, I took it all and noticed it was creamy but I swallowed before I could really taste it.

“I thought you were going to change your mind.” She giggled.

“So did I, but I’m glad I didn’t.”

“Creamy isn’t it? You took much more sucking after you came than I thought you would. A lot of men get so sensitive that they can’t stand it at all. You really surprised me.

“Now lie on your stomach. There is still some time left and I’m going to give you a lovely relaxing massage,” and she did.

I couldn’t help reflecting back to my early massage parlour experiences,

“This is where It all began.” I thought.

As always, all comments are welcome. Good, bad or indifferent.

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I stood looking up at the front of the house, a thrill running through me at the thought of what I was about to do, at my sheer daring. In that house was a man who I had no right to be with, had no right to do what I planned on doing with, and I knew without a doubt that I didn’t care. I was going to do it anyway.

A little bit of back-story might be in order. My sister, Kelsey, is engaged to a man named Trey. She cheats on him with this guy Jeremy, and doesn’t feel bad about it at all. When I asked her why she cheats, she told me she couldn’t help it, that she loves Jeremy. When I asked her why she bothered to remain engaged to Trey, she said the words that piqued my interest. “The sex is fucking amazing.”

Now since I consider myself a connoisseur of men and sex both, any time I hear about a guy who’s “fucking amazing” in bed, I want to take him for a test-drive. But, of course, this one was engaged to my sister, so he should be off-limits. Except… Kelsey obviously didn’t love him enough if she was willing to cheat on him, and she admitted that she loved someone else. The sex was the only thing keeping her with Trey, and while I’m the last person to ever consider being in a committed relationship, I knew that sex wasn’t the only thing you should be in one for. So, I was starting to think that maybe it wouldn’t be such a violation of the sisterly code to spend a night with her fiancé, after all.

As I prepared myself to open Trey’s front door, after which there was no turning back, the conversation I’d had with Kelsey earlier that night replayed itself in my head.

“Where are you going?”

Kelsey winked at me. “I’m staying over at Jeremy’s tonight.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Shouldn’t you be at Trey’s?”

Kelsey sighed and rolled her eyes back at me. “I should be, but I want to be with Jeremy.” She picked up her purse and I could see her thoughts turn inward. “It’s been three days since we’ve seen each other, and I’m dying to feel him inside me.”

I smirked. Our conversations tended toward the graphic, so her admission didn’t bother me. “Doesn’t Trey ever wonder where you are? Don’t most engaged people pretty much live together?”

She shrugged. “I just tell him I have an early morning and I can’t spend the night with him because I’ll be too tired.”

My eyebrows shot to the top of my forehead. “And he believes that?”

She grinned mischievously. “Absolutely. When I stay the night with him, we fuck for hours. If we’re in bed by nine or ten, we’re not done until around two in the morning. He knows after nights like that I’m fucking exhausted and if I have an early morning, there’s no way I can hang that long.”

Instantly, lust started curling in the pit of my stomach. The idea of fucking all night long, the number of orgasms I would have, made me feel a little light-headed, and for the first time in a very long time, I was jealous of my sister.

So as Kelsey waved and walked out the door, I began to formulate my plan.

Two hours later, I stood in front of Trey’s house, my hand on the door knob, ready to assume a role I’d played many times before. You see, Kelsey and I are nearly identical. I’m twenty-two and she’s twenty-three, but we pass for twins all the time. She’s about a half inch taller than me, and her eyes are a bright green instead of my deep blue-gray, but in all other ways we’re mirror images. Long black hair, thick black eyelashes, peaches and cream complexion, hourglass figures with a lot of sand in the top. We both boasted 32D breasts, which was one of the reasons we’d never been without a date when we wanted one. A pair of heels and green contacts for me, or flats and blue contacts for her, and no one knew we were switching identities.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and slipped inside, remaining as quiet as possible. The house was dark, so I assumed that by now, he’d be in bed. I tiptoed up the stairs, thankful that I’d been here with Kelsey many times in the past and knew my way around enough to avoid the squeaky spot in the step that would announce my arrival.

I paused outside his bedroom, gaziantep escort peeking in through the crack created by the partially-closed door and observing him. Trey was a very good-looking man, thirty-two and fit, with lightly tanned skin. His hair was a thick mixture of gold and brown, and his eyes were nearly the same color. He was sitting up in the bed, leaning back against pillows that were propped up against the headboard. He was shirtless, exposing a muscled chest lightly covered in curly, golden-brown hair, and his hand was under the comforter that was pulled up over his lap. I could see from the images on the TV that he’d settled in for a nice evening of porn and solitary pleasure, and my pulse picked up.

Pushing the door open gently, I stepped inside. “Hi, Trey.”

He looked up, a smile breaking out on his face. “Kelsey! I didn’t expect you to be here tonight, I thought you were staying in.” He picked up the remote and clicked the TV off, silencing the moans and cries on-screen.

I sauntered over to the bed, giving him time to get a good look at me. “I couldn’t stand the idea of being away from you.” I shimmied out of my short black skirt, showing off a tiny thong made of red silk that perfectly matched the swingy, scooped-neck red silk tank top I wore. It was designed so that it dipped low enough to show off the top of my black demi-bra, which pushed my breasts up, creating intense cleavage.

Trey swallowed, and I saw the comforter jump slightly. “Jesus, you look amazing.”

I grinned as I slid onto the bed beside him. I slipped my hand under the comforter and wrapped my fingers around his cock, which was already hard and getting harder by the second. I had to school my face not to register my surprise. Kelsey told me a lot about her sex life, but she had never mentioned that Trey was fucking enormous. “I wanted to surprise you,” I whispered, leaning over to nip at his lips.

He breathed out harshly and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me and positioning me over his lap. I spread my legs so I could sink down against him, rubbing my barely-clad pussy against his erection, which was straining against the thin fabric barrier. He reached up to kiss me as he increased the friction of his cock against my thong. “God, I needed you,” he ground out. “I was so disappointed when you told me you weren’t coming over.”

I laughed breathlessly. “I realized I needed you in me more than I needed my sleep,” I assured him. His hands were gripping the edge of my top and lifting it up, so I obliged by raising my arms and letting him slide it off me. His hands reached around and unclasped my bra, and my breasts spilled out.

“Christ, I love your tits,” he sighed appreciatively. Trey palmed my full, firm breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the coral-pink tips. He dipped his head and took one nipple between his teeth, worrying it lightly, and all of a sudden my thong was soaking wet. My arousal was growing so fast I didn’t think I could stand the foreplay for much longer. However, I wasn’t about to miss out on having that gorgeous cock in my mouth, so I pulled away from him. He released his hold on my breast and looked at me curiously.

“I want to taste you.” His eyes closed briefly and I rolled to the side, then wiggled off the bed and onto the floor. He scooted to the edge of the bed and his massive erection bobbed slightly, standing tall and proud like a flag pole. I estimated him to be about nine inches long and thick in girth, and my pussy ached to have it in me. I lowered my face to it and opened my mouth, taking it in a little at a time. Trey groaned and thrust his hips up, and suddenly my mouth was full of cock-cheeks stretched wide, lips wrapped around him tightly, jaw already starting to ache just a bit. My hands gripped the length that didn’t fit in my mouth, stroking upward and back down with just enough pressure.

I began moving my mouth up and down, keeping a rhythm with the stroking of my hands, and I could feel him tense up. I took him in deep, getting as much of him in my mouth as I could-he nearly hit the back of my throat before I had to pull away. I bobbed my head faster, my tongue wrapping around him, sliding up and down as my mouth moved, and he cursed.

Without a word, he gently pulled my head up and lifted my hands away from him, then lay back on the bed. I joined him, getting on my knees and resuming my position of worship at his cock. As I took him back into my mouth, I could feel him tugging at my thighs, and I wondered what he was trying to do. As he slid me lengthwise against him, my knees near his chest, his meaning suddenly hit me. He pulled my thong down my thighs and over my calves, tossing it on the floor. I lifted one leg high enough for him to pull over to the other side of his chest, so that I was straddling him.

I thought that I would faint as his tongue slid deep into my pussy while I continued to suck his straining cock. His lips brushed against mine and I could feel his tongue lapping at my clit, sometimes withdrawing far enough to lightly flicker just the tip against the swollen bundle of nerves. Thrust and retreat, over and over again, until my muscles were tense and my nerve endings felt like guitar strings that just needed one good strum to pop.

I abandoned his cock and braced myself over him with both hands, rocking back and forth, thrusting my hips to meet his stroking tongue. I was so tight and tense and I could feel the waves of pleasure build and build until they were reaching their peak and then…

“Holy shit, Trey, oh fuck!” I cried out as the tsunami finally broke and crashed over me, buffeting me back and forth until the overwhelming pleasure ebbed, leaving me trembling and light-headed. I carefully lifted myself away from him and turned around so that I was laying next to him, my head against his chest. “Somehow I always forget how amazing you are at that, until you do it again and remind me,” I murmured.

“I like making you come, Kelsey,” Trey said softly, his fingers stretching down until they found my still-slick pussy and delved inside. I was starting to dislike that he was calling me by my sister’s name, but I whimpered as he lazily stroked in and out, the feeling of only being a little full making me ache even worse, my displeasure forgotten.

“I need you in me now,” I gasped, grabbing his hand and pulling it back. I took one finger in my mouth, licking the taste of myself from it, as I slid one leg over his hips and felt the head of his cock pressed against my opening. I eased down onto him, slowly, so incredibly slow, until he was as far in as he could go. I opened my mouth and moved to the next finger, sucking it in deep as I rose up on his cock and then plunged down. I continued to lick and suck on his fingers, cleaning my juices from them, as I rode him. Like a train starting from a dead stop, I increased my pace slowly at first, then a little quicker, until I was bouncing up and down.

His cock speared into me as I cried out, my next orgasm not even building but exploding, shattering my consciousness into thousands of tiny fragments. As I started to piece them together, I realized that Trey’s hands were still on my hips, holding me to him as he pistoned up into me. “Fuck, Kelsey,” he gasped, droplets of sweat rolling off his forehead and into the brown hairs at his temple. “God, I’m going to come,” he gritted out on a ragged breath, and then I could feel his release empty into me.

I was a little surprised he’d come so soon, since I knew from Kelsey’s comment that he could go for hours. I lifted myself up, feeling deliciously dirty as his come leaked out of me. “You are incredible,” I purred, stretching over him, flicking my tongue against his nipple. “Fucking you gets better every time I do it.”

Trey moved out from underneath me so that I was laying on my stomach. Then I could feel his hands on my hips, lifting me until I was on all fours. I was glad I was facing away from him when he plunged inside me again, because I hadn’t known that he could go again immediately after climaxing, and I know he would have been able to see the shock on my face. “Then fuck me again, and again, and again,” he demanded, his hips pumping urgently against me, driving his cock deeper into me with every thrust. “Fuck me until you can’t tell where one orgasm ends and the next one begins.”

I believed he could make that happen, as I was already on the verge of my next one. I could feel the pressure build and as it burst, I let out a long wail. “Oh God, Trey, don’t stop,” I begged, his brutal pounding driving me forward until my arms collapsed and I was laying on my shoulders, my face turned to the side so I wouldn’t suffocate against the mattress. I was so steeped in pleasure that I allowed him to just dominate me from behind, holding me up while he drove into me over and over again. “Don’t stop,” I moaned again blissfully.

“Never, Eden,” he promised me, and I froze.

“EDEN?”

Trey’s powerful thrusts slowed, and I rolled over and looked up at him fearfully. “You really didn’t think I knew it was you?” he asked in amusement. “You think I don’t know my fiancée well enough to know that it wasn’t her who came into my room tonight, with the tight, sexy clothes, and the sudden need to fuck me? You think that I haven’t fucked her so many times I could tell the instant you wrapped your lips around my dick that you were the other sister?”

I was confused. If he’d known all along…

He leaned forward on muscled arms, slipping his cock between my thighs and into my pussy, moving forward slowly, rolling his hips so that he barely moved inside me. “I knew it was you. I didn’t care. I’ve dreamt of fucking you since Kelsey told me how you collect men like toys, and how she was jealous because of how easily you come, over and over again. I wanted to be the one to make you come.”

I spread my legs wider and he rocked forward, pressing his cock deep into me. I bit my lip as another orgasm loomed. “Fuck me,” I whispered. Trey sat back, lifting my legs and putting them over his shoulders, then arched against me and began pounding into me with jackhammer speed. I screamed as I came, the pleasure spearing through me and splitting me apart, the pressure in my lungs making me feel like they were about to burst.

Trey eased free of me and pulled me off the bed. Backing me up against the wall, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, rolling it back and forth over his tongue as his fingers plucked at the other. I gasped for air as he strummed my body, stoking the ache within me once more. He lifted my thigh and wrapped it around his waist, and I leveraged myself up and wrapped my other leg around him as well. I slid my hand down to position him so that as I tightened my legs, his cock, still amazingly hard, was buried inside me. He leaned in, his hands firmly clenching my ass, as he began to drive against me.

Being suspended in mid-air as he pumped into me intensified the pleasure. I felt every gasp ripped from my throat each time he lifted me up and slammed me back down on his pistoning cock. His muscles were tightening under my hands as they roamed his body and I could feel that he was on the verge of coming again, as I was. I clenched my pussy, gripping him tightly, and he swore.

“Come for me,” he urged, and I let myself go. Pleasure so intense it was painful splintered through me as I erupted again, and again, and again, every time he slammed into me. He carried me back to the bed while he was still inside me and then lay me down. I watched through the haze of my multiple orgasms as he pulled back and hovered over me, his hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it rapidly. His cock began pulsing and jetted out a thick rope of salty white cream, covering my breasts.

When he was finally done coming, he lay down beside me on the bed. “Was it worth coming here tonight, Eden?” he asked me seriously. I knew he was asking if I felt guilty about intentionally setting out to seduce my sister’s fiance.

I closed my eyes, then opened them again, looking directly into his. “Absolutely,” I promised. “I’ve never had such incredible sex in my life. No wonder Kelsey is always exhausted after a night with you.”

Trey grinned predatorily as he took my hand and placed it back on his cock, which was slowly coming back to life. “You have no idea what exhaustion is, Eden. The night is just beginning.”

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Joseph couldn’t believe he was sitting on Kitty’s king-size bed next to Lucy Zadwell. The girl of his dreams and one of his better friends back when he went to school. His hands felt shaky. His heart was beating rapidly. They were alone for the time being. Kitty had locked them in her room so that they could catch up with each other’s lives.

“How have you been?” Joseph asked.

“Not bad,” Lucy decided. “I’ve been working at a local grocery store preparing to go insane, but I can’t complain. Yourself?”

Joseph looked into her eyes. “The usual. I have been feeling better lately.”

They really didn’t have much to talk about. They were both kind of nervous about the shoot which would be happening any minute. Lucy would be the first real member of Miracles Website’s exclusive club.

“I can’t believe we’re going to do this,” Lucy said astonished. “Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine doing this with you.”

“If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have too,” Joseph sounded hurt.

“No, silly. I never thought you’d get out of your depression. You never had the courage to ask me out in high school. I would have said yes. You never wanted to come to my house or anything. You could have gotten lucky.”

Joseph smiled and felt warmth in his body. He’d never known Lucy liked him at all. His ears must have been deceiving him, but he knew they weren’t.

“I always thought you’d laugh at me if I asked you. Look at me. I’m ugly and you’re so beautiful. I never thought I’d have a chance.”

Lucy looked into his eyes. “You’re not ugly. You have to stop thinking like that. You were always able to cheer me up when I was down, now let me return the favor. Believe me, you’re not ugly.”

Surprisingly Joseph found himself feeling better. He only wished he could have take back all the lost time that could have been for them. He leaned over and kissed Lucy’s lips softly. She smiled at him and lifted his spirits even higher.

“Before you do this,” Lucy cut in. “Before this shoot goes down, I have to tell you something. I am still…” she struggled to get the words out of her mouth. “I’m still a virgin.”

Surprise seemed to be the word of the day. For a long time Joseph could only stare at Lucy Zadwell. He knew she was most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. He knew he liked her more than any other person he knew in his sad life. She was wearing her white shirt and tight red shorts. Her nipples were sticking out of the white shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her feet were bare. Her legs were shiny and smooth. Her brown hair hung down to the end of her neck. She had dazzling hazel eyes and a gaziantep escort smile that could light up the darkest rooms. She was as amazing as an goddess ever written about in text. And Joseph was separated from her by a few inches. But still, the words and left him feeling totally surprised.

“What about all the stories you told me? Your step-father and step-mother. The college guy, the three football players, the biology teacher, what about all them stories?”

“I made them up,” she admitted. “I figured you would ask me out if you knew I was slutty. Easy. If you’d have known I was virgin I thought it would have knocked you away from forever.”

“That’s the craziest thing I ever heard. I would like you no matter what. Nothing mattered to me. Who the hell am I to judge a person.?”

This time it was Lucy who kissed Joseph. They felt each others lips brushed against each other, their tongues roamed each other’s mouths. When they broke from each other they both laughed and smiled.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to tell you that,” Lucy told him. “And if I were to lose my virginity to anyone, I’d want it to be you.”

They kissed again and than held each other while they waited for Pedro and Kitty.

“You don’t mind losing your virginity on camera,” Joseph asked her.

“Nope, you’re here with me.”

Three minutes later Kitty and Pedro came barging though the door. Pedro held his camera. Kitty was naked. Her hair was no longer grass green, but now blood red. So were her pubic hairs.

“This should be interesting,” Kitty said. “Our first member. Lucy I’m glad it’s you. A young, very attractive beauty like yourself. I was the first to fuck for the sake of the sight, but I’m the founder of the company. People like you and Joseph are what will make or break this website.”

The two teenagers paid close attention to what Kitty was saying. Joseph had his arm around Lucy.

“The second shoot will be done in my bedroom. The movies of this site will be essential to the site during our first couple of months. As months go by I will hire someone to make pictures from these movies. It can be done. Horny men will be able download our movies and eventually are pictures off the net, Lucy. This is a special day for you. For all of us.”

Joseph found himself wondering how important he and Lucy actually were to Kitty. He wondered if maybe she using him to make money. That didn’t make since though. She could have any guy out there to do this job. But she picked him? But why did she pick him? Figuring out that question would solve the whole crazy puzzle.

“Now I need you to step off the bed, Joseph. And Lucy dear, I need you to lay on the bed and pose for the camera when I say action.” Kitty turned to Joseph as he got off the bed. “I’ll point to you when it’s your time to enter the shoot,” she told Joseph.

Lucy Zadwell lay on the bed looking more stunning than ever. Joseph could see this from the way Pedro looked at her, and from he was beginning to feel. Kitty had made him really hard that time at the library, but Lucy was driving crazy with lust he’d never felt for a woman before.

“Action,” Kitty shouted.

Pedro aimed the camera at Lucy. He licked his lips and fingers his black mustache.

The three of them watched Lucy do all different poses for the camera. At the same time she worked her white shirt off. Her breasts were big and more plump than Joseph had realized. In awe he watched Lucy squeeze her titties, then push them up to her juicy lips and suck on her own nipples. Kitty herself couldn’t help but too be turned on. Only two minutes into the shoot she was fingering her pussy like a middle age woman gone mad.

Lucy carefully slid her red shorts down her legs. She exposed her shaved pussy for the three of them to admire. She sucked on two of her fingers, and took them deep into her mouth. When her fingers came out of her mouth they sank deep into her pussy. Nobody’s eyes could leave this scene. The exotic teenage beauty finger fucked herself with so much passion she gave herself the first orgasm of her life.

It was after this display that Kitty called in Joseph. He slowly made his way to the bed. Lucy stretched his legs far apart for him. Joseph spread her pussy lips with his fingers and began eating out the prettiest girl who ever talked to him. He tasted her juices and flavored them. His tongue swirled around and around.

Pedro moved the camera closer to the action on the bed. Joseph was laying down on the bed and Lucy was pulling down his pants. Lucy gasped at the size of Joseph’s penis. In her wildest dreams she could not imagine in being as big as it was.

Lucy Zadwell took the cock deep into her mouth and gave him the best blow job her virgin mouth could give. She took his cock to the back of her throat and gagged several times, but never quit. Pre-cum oozed in her mouth, but she swallowed it eagerly. Nothing was going to ruin this for her.

Kitty was sitting in her chair, glued to the action on the bed. Her fingers moved in and out of her pussy much slower now. She watched Lucy’s lips take on Joseph’s amazing cock. Her head bobbed up and down quickly, her eyes never left his hardened flesh. Every time she stopped sucking and took the cock out of her mouth to catch a breather, pre-cum would catch to her lips. Everything was so great to watch. She wondered how this would look on camera.

Lucy Zadwell impaled herself on Joseph’s penis. She worked his cock into her pussy taking it in carefully. When she had his entire length deep inside her she began to ride his big cock. She held on to his chest and jumped on his big cock. Her big breasts bounced up and down wickedly, moving in the same motion as Lucy. Joseph picked his head up and took her breasts into his hands and mouth.

Lucy panted and moaned while the giant penis slammed into her already aching pussy. After five minutes of intensely riding Joseph’s cock she was taken by multiple orgasms. She would more violent than the last. She came all over the place. She offered Joseph a smile, but he was in his own world for the time being.

Lucy sped up the pace and looked in Joseph’s eyes. “I want you to cum all over my face now,” she said.

Joseph knew he couldn’t hold it in much longer anyway. Kitty slid off his cock and began sucking his cock once more. She took deep into her throat. Joseph found himself thrusting in and out of her mouth while he laid down.

“I’m gonna cum, my God, I’m gonna fucken cum all over your face.”

Lucy Zadwell took the cock from her mouth and rubbed it all over her beautiful face. She jerked his cock off fast hoping to get more cum out of that cock than any woman ever could. Joseph shook wildly, and cum began pouring out his cock like crazy. His cum covered her chin and lips first, than took the bridge of her nose and her forehead. She continued to jerk him off, desperate to get more cum out him. A jet cum landed in her brown hair and a few thick gobs of cum landed by her eyes. When Joseph was done cuming, most of Lucy’s facial features had disappeared under the white gooey cum she had worked out his cock.

“Beautiful guys,” Kitty said. “Cut.”

Lucy laid on her back. Pedro came in closer so he could some shots of Lucy’s cum covered face.

“Thanks for the facial,” Lucy told Joseph.

“Don’t mention,” Joseph joked as he got dressed. Joseph was pleased with his work. Almost as much as Kitty. He also discovered he was falling in love with Lucy and wanted to spend more time with her.

But was that possible with this job.

Joseph just didn’t know. One thing, however, was for sure. Him and Lucy were reunited and felt so good. They were back and better than ever. And Joseph didn’t want to ruin that.

When the shoot was over they to a walk to a park a few blocks from Kitty’s house. They talked for hours and hours. They made love under the stars. When their incredible night ended they went back to Kitty’s house and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Note: If you haven’t already, read MILF Munching, which is a prequel to this story.

*****

I was starting to pack up in preparation for heading out to a meeting when Margie stopped by. Seeing what I was up to, her eyes got wide.

“Are you on your way out?” she asked, “I was hoping you could help me out with something.”

“I’ve got a little bit of time before I have to hit the road,” I replied, “How much time do you need?”

“I’ll take whatever time you’ve got,” she replied. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of us was so fired up that we squeezed in a quickie and I knew that, if she was the one initiating it, she would be ready to go. This meant not only that she’d have no trouble cumming in a short time but that her pussy would feel incredibly hot and wet, too. I loved to devour her pussy when she was all fired up and dripping wet, but that would have to wait for another time. We discreetly headed separately to one of the focus rooms where we’d successfully rendezvoused on many occasions prior. She got there before I did and was looking out the window when I got there so, after closing the door, I stepped up behind her, cupping her boobs while kissing her neck. She moaned softly and cocked her head to the side. With our time limited, I only briefly caressed her boobs, feeling her hard nipples through both her blouse and her bra. My hands soon dropped to open her pants and unbuttoned them.

She must not have been feeling horny when she got up that morning or she would have worn a dress or skirt but we’d worked around her pants or snug jeans before. Once I had them open, I slipped my hand inside and caressed her pussy through her panties before slipping my hand into her panties. As she slid her pants and panties down a bit, I was gently caressing her clit with my fingertip. She leaned forward, bending over the desk that was in front of the window, so I licked her flavor off of my fingertip then opened my own pants and extracted my rigid cock. I guided it to her pussy and eased it in as we both moaned softly. I was right that her pussy was incredibly hot and wet so I knew I’d have no trouble cumming quickly and expected that she wouldn’t, either.

Holding her hips, I started to slide my cock in and out while savoring the incredibly pleasurable feeling. Once I had a good rhythm going, I was immediately picking up the pace. She reached under herself to caress her clit and help herself along but I knew that I could help a bit more, as well. I slid my hands up from her hips under her blouse and unfastened her bra then cupped her bare tits, feeling her hard nipples against my palms. She moaned softly again, partly because I was stimulating her nipples but also because feeling her bare tits in my hands made my cock even harder. Had anyone passed by and listened closely, the sound of my hips smacking repeatedly against her toned ass would likely have been audible. Neither of us cared at that moment as we were both building toward quick orgasms that I’m sure we were both expecting to be highly pleasurable.

She gave a hard push backwards and held there just before she started cumming but I didn’t stop sliding my cock in and out as I might have if we had time and I was expecting that we might change things up after she’d cum. As her entire body was trembling, her pussy was also flooded with even more juices so, while I was continuing to fuck her, my own orgasm was building up even faster. I straightened up and held her hips again, pulling her back against my incoming thrusts while watching her ass, which didn’t even jiggle slightly, as my hips tapped repeatedly against it. Her orgasm was another of her typically long and highly pleasurable ones and, by the time she was starting to come down, I was right about on the brink myself.

“Cum inside me,” she gasped, “Don’t stop, just cum inside me.”

I knew that it was safe to do this but it was more like she was letting me know that she was good with me just finishing up since our time was limited. gaziantep escort A few more thrusts into her hotter, wetter pussy and I started blasting my load deep inside her. As always, it felt incredible and I savored every spurt. It was only reluctantly that I finally extracted my softening cock from her pussy after I was fully spent. As I backed up and started to pull my pants and underwear back up while tucking away my cock, she straightened up and turned to face me while also pulling up her own pants and panties.

“When will you be back from your meeting?” she asked.

“Late,” I replied, “it’s in Loveland.”

“Ugh,” she said, “Are you going to be in tomorrow morning?”

“I will,” I replied, “and I promise that I will take care of you then.”

“You did just fine taking care of me,” she said, “but I wouldn’t turn down another opportunity.”

After a quick and passionate kiss, we gave each other the once over then headed back to our work area via different routes. Soon after, I was packed up and headed out to my meeting but with a big smile on my face. It was pretty late when I got back to the office and hardly anyone was around so I was on my way home soon after. During the long drive to and from the meeting, and for the rest of that night, I thought a lot about that quickie with Margie and what we might do the next morning. She confirmed via text first thing in the morning that we were still on then asked if I wanted to see what she’d be wearing. I knew I didn’t really need any help getting fired up and excited about getting to the office that morning but I wasn’t going to turn down an offer like that. She sent me a selfie standing in front of a mirror, one I’d seen in many previous selfies, wearing a cute sundress, which she knew I had a weakness for. Another selfie followed where she had the sundress pulled up to her chin, showing of the matching bra and bikini panties she was sporting beneath it. I didn’t think I could be more excited to get to the office but suddenly I was.

We had the time and location all planned out before we’d each even left for work so, at the appointed time, we met up in a remote focus room and closed the door behind us. We spent a couple of minutes just making out as I caressed her ass while my cock grew stiffer and, I assumed, her pussy became wetter. She’d worn the sundress because she knew my affinity for them so I planned to leave it on her for a bit. First, though, like her photo I had her raise it up and show me the sexy underwear she had on. I dropped down and took her panties off, revealing her light brown, well-groomed bush, then boosted her up onto the desk and sat before her in the chair. She parted her legs and I lowered my head toward her pussy, running my tongue along her slit and tasting the copious juices as she gasped in lieu of moaning.

It had long been established by this point just how much I enjoyed eating pussy and how grateful I was to have hers to eat whenever I felt the need. Because of that, she knew that she could just relax and enjoy the pleasure she was feeling without being concerned about whether she was taking too long to cum or whether I actually wanted to be down there, slurping up her juices. While she leaned back with the hem of her sundress up around her waist, I was slipping a couple of fingers into her hot, wet pussy as I licked and sucked her clit. I’d eaten her pussy enough times by this point that I knew how to draw out the pleasure for her benefit as well as to allow me more time to enjoy myself. We’d both made sure that our morning was free so we wouldn’t feel the need to rush as we had the previous afternoon.

The longer I was eating her, the hotter and wetter her pussy was becoming so I was naturally thinking about how amazing it was going to feel to slip my throbbing cock into her. I wasn’t trying to make her cum more quickly as I considered this because I knew I could enjoy both eating her pussy and fucking it before we headed back to work. There was the chance that she’d rather blow me but I was feeling pretty confident that she’d be more into fucking and additional orgasms before swallowing my load. With the previous day as a teaser and the anticipation since then, it didn’t surprise me when she was clearly on the verge of cumming. The effort that I put into drawing the pleasure out for longer only had so much of an effect when she was already so fired up.

She was holding my head as she began to tense up but it wasn’t like I was going to suddenly decide I wanted to be somewhere else. Had someone walked in on us and tried to pull me out from between her thighs, I wouldn’t have gone without a fight. I continued to lick and suck her clit while sliding my fingers in and out of her now even hotter and wetter pussy even as she gasped and all the tension left her body. Her pussy was flooded with even more lubrication as her body started shaking and she was softly whimpering. It was one of her typically long and intensely pleasurable orgasms so I was taking advantage of the additional time to enjoy eating her pussy, which may or may not have made it last even longer. Only when I was absolutely certain that she’d finished cumming did I raise my head and slip my fingers out of her. I straightened up as I sucked her juices off of my fingers while gazing at her pussy since the rest of her was still covered.

“Oh my God,” she finally said, “that was totally worth the wait.”

She sat up and her pussy was quickly hidden under her dress again so I knew that I needed to take that thing off. As she was hopping down off of the desk, I had the hem of her sundress and was lifting it so she raised her arms and allowed me remove it, leaving her in just her bra. After setting her sundress aside, I fondled her tits through her bra before reaching back to unfasten it while she reached down and caressed my stiff cock through my pants. I slid her bra down her arms and set it aside, too, then caressed the soft, smooth flesh of her tits as she was getting my pants open. When my pants dropped to my ankles and she was caressing my stiff cock through my briefs, I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my pants then pulled my socks off with my feet, all while continuing to fondle her breasts. As she took my briefs down, she squatted down since they wouldn’t slide down my legs due to gravity alone. With her breasts now out of my reach, I pulled my shirt up and off so that I’d be as naked as she was. I stepped out of my briefs and she set them aside then gently gripped the base of my cock and engulfed it in her hot mouth. She slid her lips up and down a few times then released it and stood.

“Since yesterday was quick and from behind,” she said, “I think today should be slow and with me on top.”

“I think you’re absolutely right,” I replied then hit the button to lower the desk a little. Before I lay on the desk, though, I grabbed her sundress and positioned it across the desk then lay with it sticking out from under me on each side.

“What’s that all about?” she asked as she climbed onto the desk.

“To pad your knees,” I replied.

“That’s so sweet,” she said with a big smile and, as she straddled me, she positioned the fabric of her sundress to cushion her knees. Meanwhile, I was watching her tits bouncing and swinging as she positioned herself then looked down as she guided my cock toward her trim, light brown bush. We both moaned softly as she lowered herself onto my rigid tool, her hot, wet pussy engulfing my full length. She sat there for a moment so I reached up and resumed caressing her bare tits, brushing my palms over her hard nipples. When she started to slowly move up and down on my cock, the feeling was amazingly pleasurable so I was glad that she’d suggested we go slow. I lay there savoring the feel of her pussy sliding along my cock and her tits in my hands, grateful once again that she was so horny and that I was currently the beneficiary of her lust.

I would have been content to lie there all morning as she slowly rode my cock but I knew from experience that, after having an initial orgasm, Margie’s subsequent orgasms occurred more quickly and with less effort. This was generally a good thing when we were fucking in the office somewhere but it also meant that, no matter how genuine her intentions of taking it slow, the reality was that, once her next orgasm was building, she couldn’t seem to help picking up the pace. The increase was gradual, though, so I still had a significant amount of time to enjoy the feel of her hot, wet pussy sliding up and down my cock. Once she got to a point where her tits were bouncing, I moved my hands away from them so that I could watch and caressed her toned ass instead.

I wasn’t pushing up into her, leaving the pace entirely to her, but she was definitely receiving the full length of my stiff cock each time she dropped down on it. I was nearly hypnotized as her tits were bouncing more as she was riding my cock harder and faster. When she finally dropped down onto my cock and just remained there, it was just a moment later that she gasped and her body started shaking. Since they were no longer bouncing, I brought my hands back around to resume fondling her tits as she was cumming. As usual, her orgasm appeared to be highly pleasurable and certainly lasted a good long time. When she had apparently finished cumming, she remained sitting on my cock as she was catching her breath so I just continued to fondle her titties.

Once she’d recovered, she opened her eyes and smiled then leaned down to kiss me briefly before climbing off of my cock. Standing beside the desk, she had me sit up then pulled the chair up in front of me and sat, just as I had when I’d eaten her pussy. She pumped my cock a few times then engulfed it in her hot, talented mouth as I softly moaned. While continuing to gently pump the base, she slid her lips up and down my tool while I relished the pleasure that was always at a high level when she was sucking cock. Watching as my cock disappeared repeatedly into her mouth also heightened the pleasure I was experiencing but, even though we were in the office, it seemed like she was doing what she could to draw out the pleasure. I knew that she could make me cum in a matter of minutes if she tried but, I guess because she’d cum twice already, she was making sure that I was getting as much pleasure as she did.

As with her riding my cock, I’d have been happy to have spent the rest of the day in that focus room with her sucking my cock but her skillful cocksucking just wouldn’t allow that. Even though she was drawing out the pleasure, she couldn’t hold off my orgasm forever even if she tried because her mouth just felt too good as my cock slid in and out of it. As I was getting closer to cumming, my cock grew even thicker but she was completely unfazed and just continued what she was doing. Even as I finally started spewing into her mouth with a slightly louder moan, she didn’t even hesitate and just persisted in sucking me off as she swallowed my load. Only once I was fully spent did she release my cock from her mouth and sit back in the chair. I straightened up and took the opportunity to admire her naked body before she had to cover it up again.

“That is absolutely the best way to start the workday,” she finally said, “Really gets the blood flowing.”

“Agreed,” I replied, “and once the blood finally departs those specific regions, it returns to my brain and limbs so I can actually work.”

“Ha, true,” she agreed, “Thanks for engaging in this debauchery with me.”

“Thanks for making me want to engage in some workplace debauchery,” I replied.

She stood and I hopped off of the desk then we were in each other’s arms, our naked bodies rubbing together as we briefly made out. Before we got ourselves worked up again, we parted and, as she was gathering her clothes, I had my phone in camera mode so she posed, first fully naked then as she was getting dressed. I knew that this fling was only temporary so I wanted to have as much documentation of her hot body as possible to look back on, wistfully I’m sure, in the future.

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When I came into work I knew I had better find a way to contain my Cheshire cat grin or else someone was going to know that I was doing things I wasn’t suppose to all by my lonesome in the office. Then I saw the note on my locker from Wilma, the accounting manager. That ought to take my smile away.

“Caresse, when Dr. Prospero brought his check over last night he forgot to sign it. Why didn’t you notice? It should have been obvious. I called his office this afternoon and his receptionist said the only time he can come in to do it is around the same time tonight. Don’t cop an attitude when he gets here. Wilma.”

Who has an attitude? Moi? I don’t think so. What should I say? I didn’t notice that he hadn’t signed the check because I was too busy sucking his cock? Oh well, back to the boardroom and the endless, incessant ringing of telephones.

I had not placed one foot into the boardroom when the second shift supervisor motioned for me to take over the supervisor station. “I can’t take it anymore. Foxhills Condominiums has a transformer down and those people are going crazy.”

Oh, no! Nothing is worse than a bunch of condo-habitating doctors, lawyers, real-estate agents and various other holier-than-thous without electricity. They become wild animals.

“Good evening. Foxhills Condo Association. This is Caresse. How may I help you?”

“This damn electricity has been out for hours…” It had begun. The woman proceeded to explain every hardship in over-exaggerated, extra vivid detail like a power outage is something she had never seen before.

“Ma’am, they are aware of the problem and they are working on it. I can’t page anyone because it would take them away from the worksite and cause delays, but I would be happy to take a message.”

“Well, that just won’t do, young lady!”

Another twenty minute speech on how stupid I, the condo association and the whole situation in general was before it finally dawned on her that I was just the answering service and, literally, all I could do was take a message. I spent the whole gaziantep escort time thanking the powers that be that I live on the southside, almost an hour drive from her side of the city.

Six more calls came in, one after the other, in rapid succession. The screen was blinking bright red from the overrings. To me, it was the dumbest thing I had heard of all week. Last month, when my power went out, me and my roommates gathered a bunch of candles and incense and said ancient Egyptian love spells. They must have worked because some of the best sex I had ever had was due to arrive in about four hours.

“Good evening. Foxhills Condo Association. This is Caresse. How may I help you?”

“I am going to use some ugly language so don’t take it personally.”

A polite asshole. Just what I needed. Enough was enough. I wasn’t going to take it any more.

“Good. The moment you start with obscenities I have authority to hang up the phone.”

“What?! You can’t do that!”

“I certainly can if you start throwing a temper tantrum and cussing like a schoolboy. I only have time to talk to grown-ups.”

“I am a grown-up, bitch!”

Click. That magic red hang-up button. Now I know why it’s my favorite.

“Good evening. Foxhills Condo Association. This is Caresse. How may I help you?”

“Yes, someone just rudely hung up on me.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I told you before why I did it.”

“I’m just trying to figure out what happened and where I call to fuss about it.”

“The cable company hit the transformer. Since it was not an act of God, Georgia Power will not come out. They had to hire a private electrician. To throw a temper tantrum about it, call your mother.”

“That’s bullshit!”

“Do you want me to hang up on your again?”

“No.”

“Then watch it.”

“So what happened?”

“I just told you.”

“So what happened?” He giggled.

“I have already told you. How can I explain it simple enough terms for you to understand. I didn’t use an big words.”

“Don’t treat me like a piece of shit. I’m not stupid!”

“You’re not very funny, either, no matter how hard you try to be.”

“What’s your name?”

“Caresse.”

“Look, Caresse, if that’s your REAL name. I don’t think you understand what I am trying to tell you. I have no power.”

“Transformers go out all the time. Foxhills was out for a little while last week too.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Click. He called again, but the operator sitting next to me took the call and she wasn’t in a good mood, either. Deanne was a retired school teacher and capable of verbally chastising that man so bad he wouldn’t dare call again even if his condo was sitting on top of an erupting volcano. I wonder if I can sign up for lessons.

The calls slowly dwindled from seventy-three an hour per operator to about ten or fifteen, but by that time I was meaner than Satan himself. When I heard the screaming “Bing. Bong.” of the doorbell at a little after 1am I was wound up so tight I could have self-combusted with a pin drop.

“What?!”

“What happened to ‘How may I help you?'”

“I am not in the mood, Doctor. Are you ready to sign the check?”

Dr. Prospero sounded so chipper I thought I was going to vomit.

“I forgot to take the strawberry shortcake out of the car last night and it ruined. But I have another one, fresh from the bakery and ready to be worn as a bodysuit.”

Oh please! Even I couldn’t think about sex at a time like this. Those words couldn’t have just passed through MY brain. Caresse Mandylor? Not interested in sex. Gosh, I must be tired. Maybe he will just sign the check and go away.

As I opened the door, I faced his grin and, as usual, it was charming and disarming. I could have surrendered but I was too angry at the world to give anyone a break, “Let me get the check for you.”

He escorted himself into the boardroom and placed the cake on the extra table. I brought the check in and handed it to him along with the pen. “You aren’t naked.”

“Please!” I sighed with exasperation.

“You were more than happy to get naked for me yesterday. What’s the problem?”

“Yesterday I worked for Answering Medical Atlanta. Tonight I work for Answering Chaos. I’ve been through hours and hours of whining and crying and complaining. There hasn’t been a single medical call all night, probably because they can’t get through. I can’t take it any more.”

“Come here, girl.” He wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on the nape of the neck, right where it felt good. “Let me kiss it and make it better, mmm?”

I felt his fingers begin to work out the tension as he pulled my shirt free of my shorts and slipped up inside to caress my bare breasts. More ringing. I could feel the tears start to come to my eyes. I will not break. I will not break. Repeat. I will not break.

“You’re not going to answer it? I kind of like the idea of seducing you away from the phones.”

“No. It’s Foxhills Condos again. They don’t pay me enough to pick up that phone.”

I snuggled closer and heard him say, “Foxhills Condos? That’s where I live. Do you know they have a transformer down? We haven’t had power since three this afternoon.”

It was all I could do to keep from castrating that man. “Sign the check and get out!”

“Caresse, I can see you may be due for an attitude adjustment.”

“What? And you’re just the man to give it to me?”

“I might be…”

My ex-girlfriend, Kayla, was constantly telling me I was due for a good spanking but she was never woman enough to carry the threat out. I gave him the same line I used to give her, the one I used when I was looking for a fight. “Now’s the part where you put me over your knee and give me a good sound spanking, right?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Dr. Prospero grabbed me from behind as I made an attempt to escape. He thought he had himself a helpless little Scarlett O’Hara southern belle in his arms. Yankee doctor was about to learn. I was a red-headed country girl who grew up wrestling with football player sized cousins. I could squirm out of any position I was held in and my elbows had a black belt in violence.

To Be Continued…

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As usual, she was running to the stop as I pulled the bus to the curb.

The other passengers boarded, and I waited until the young, lovely blonde girl stepped on board, out of breath, breathing heavily.

I could only admire the way her small breasts rose & fell, nipples prominent, thru her thin summer pullover dress.

“I missed you Friday”, she panted, holding on to the farebox as I pulled away from the curb.

“I overslept an hour, I missed seeing you, too”, I admitted, looking at her smiling face and lovely nipples, in the mirror.

“From now on, cell me, when you are not going to pick me up”, she joked.

“I’ve thought of offering such a service, but didn’t think such a lovely young lady would need it, obviously, many young men would stop what they were doing, in order to take you anywhere”, I bantered back.

She rummaged in her purse for the fare, said “I’m particular about my drivers”, pulling $2 from her wallet.

“Alright!, I’ve made the Deans List”, I told her.

“My name is Michelle, and I’m serious about your calling me when you are not driving”, she handed me a business card, on which she had written “At 6am, one way or the other”.

I read the handwriting, and said “Surely you jest, One way or the other?”.

Smiling, she said “I told you, I’m particular”, as we slid smoothly to the next stop.

The rest of the journey downtown was uneventful, Michelle had taken her usual seat, where I could see her face in one of my mirrors, and she often smiled brightly at me, until she got up at her destination.

She rose to stand beside me, bending to see out the front window, grasping the farebox, and placing her near hand on my shoulder, flexing on my frame, as she said, “Call me at noon today, my lunch, so I can get your cell too”, and departed with a wave & another bright smile.

I dropped the rest of the passengers, took the bus back to base, went home, changed, took out my cycle, and headed to the lake, to pass the time, until noon.

I put a few miles on the odometer, stopped at a store to purchase a cold beer, then back to the lake to sip it, as I dialed Michelle’s Cell.

She answered with “Ok, right on time, just as I like my drivers”.

“What else can you do, that I would like?”, she joked.

Laughing, I said “Well, I give a good massage, minor electrical, plumbing & phone work”.

“I like them all, but I think you need to prove yourself to me, before I let you do any ‘minor electrical or phone work’, when are you available?”.

“Depends, I have two jobs, one morning, one evening, & I’m off Friday & Saturday”.

“Well, this is Monday, what can you do in the meantime?”.

I said “I am off from 9am to 2pm, weekdays, what tools do I need to bring?”, I was getting into her banter, enjoying myself.

“Massage oil, I would think, unless you’re one of those strange fellows who does it dry”, she laughed.

I joined the laughter, saying “I can give a dry massage, but find it much more enjoyable, and sensual, using oil, I like the way the oil pops, as I pass my hands over warm skin, and the fragrance mixture of the oil, and your warming flesh, as your body rises to caress my hands, as they slide over your nude body, and the gentle moans of comfort, as my fingers & thumbs, dig gently into your yielding flesh”.

“OOoooo… I think I shall have to miss your morning ride into the city, tomorrow, if that’s the way it’s going to be under your hands”.

“You could do that, and call me later to give me your address, or you could make the trip in the morning. After your run, I take the bus back to base, and pick up my car, then you could guide me to your home.

“Well, I never allow a fellow to know where I live, on the first date, how about your home?”.

I told her “That would be fine, I won’t have to load the massage table into the car, that way, I can have it setup, and the stage set, when you walk in”.

“I like the sound of that, it’s a date… what is your name?”.

We chatted a few more minutes, ended the call, I finished the beer, cycled home, setup the table, fresh cut flowers from the garden, laid out the oils & perfumes where the sun would warm them, and went to my evening job, thinking about Michelle, almost constantly, until I pulled up to gaziantep escort her stop the next morning, after calling to verify I would indeed, be driving that day.

She was already at the stop, but let everyone else on first, then leaned against me and the seat support, as she fumbled in her bag for fare.

“I hope you’re up to a good massage, because I certainly am”, she told me quietly, dropped in her fare, turned & found her usual seat.

We played Eye contact games, until she was the last passenger, the folks who usually got off after she did, gave us both sly glances, and a few comments, as they deboarded.

As the last one got off, Michelle changed seats, to sit closest to me, as I drove back to base.

I told her I had setup the table the previous evening, all she had to do, was disrobe & get on it.

We chatted about good massage, the different types, and I told her I only know 3 kinds of massage, “1 – Matronly, that I give to a relative stranger to relieve muscle aches, 2 – Her Husband Is In The Room massage, and of course, my favorite, the third, Sensual massage.

“Which am I to be given?”, Michelle asked.

“I always start out the same way, with the Her Husband Is Watching, then, I take my cue’s from you, if you seem uncomfortable, I stay at that level, never dipping into the most satisfying, and enjoyable of massage”.

Michelle rose from her seat, grasping the farebox with one hand, leaning her body against the privacy partition, her other hand encircling my neck, caressing it’s way across my shoulder, down my belly as far as she could reach, bending until her mouth was next to my ear, and said “I think I would like the ‘deep, enjoyable’ massage, if you please”, and returned to her seat.

We pulled into the base driveway, I gave Michelle my car keys, showed her which remote to press to shutoff the alarm, told her to start it up, get the air conditioner turned on full, I’d be back as soon as I parked the coach.

When I returned, she was behind the wheel, motioned for me to get into the passenger side, and with some misgivings, did as I was instructed.

She pulled out of base, onto the freeway, across the bridge, I showed her a shortcut to the lake, which we took to within a block of the house, I guided her into the driveway.

I opened a pocket knife, to cut a few more flowers for the house, and as I washed them, & placed them into vases with the other flowers, she looked around, commented she liked the room, with the table laid out in front of the fireplace, soft music from the stereo, blinds gently blocking the sunshine, making the room dim, and comforting.

I moved the sun-warmed oils & perfumed waters from the table by the window, placing them within arms reach of the table, poured two red wines into tall water glasses, handed her one, toasted to a good massage.

She looked at the glass, said “There is no need to relax me, I’m comfortable”.

I said “The size of the glass has nothing to do with trying to get you drunk, it is the only size glass I have, that will fit into the holder on the leg, there is tubing made of surgical hose, so you can sip whenever you like. That’s why the wine is cut with mineral water”.

“Now, you will find a robe in the bathroom, center drawer, you can hang your clothes there, I’ll also slip into my massage robe”.

I returned a few minutes later expecting Michelle to be standing, sipping her wine, but she was already on the table, face down, adjusting the clip on the ‘straw’, of her wine glass.

I spoke of flowers, oils, sunshine, as I approached the table, selected an oil, put a few drops on the back of her hand, asked if she like that one, or the 2nd oil, I put on the back of her other hand.

She selected one, I put the other out of reach, lathered my hands with the one she had selected, slipped the bottle into the pocket of my wrap-robe, moved to the top of the table, and started transferring the oil from my hands, to her shoulders, back & arms.

We continued chatting about the room, atmosphere, scents, as I slowly became mesmerized by the lights glinting off the oils on her skin, inhaling the odors emanating from her flesh, my ear close to her body, to hear the oils singing out from under my hands, those little sounds, unheard, unless the ear is within an inch…

I became aware she was making small sounds of pleasure, slowly I became aware I had massaged from her shoulders to her feet, and was back up to her pelvis, thumbs pressing firmly into her buttocks, the hollows, rotating thumbs, hearing her moans.

When the moans stopped, I moved on, up onto the small of her back, her breath would catch, I would work the area, until she breathed gently again, moved up, around her shoulder blades, to the side, lifting her arm, my fingers tracing the bone socket, muscles, stretching, gently placing her arm to her side again, across her shoulder, the other arm, then stood quietly, until she breathed a great sigh, and her lips found her ‘straw’.

After sipping, she raised her head, quietly said “Paul?”, I answered “Here… when you are ready, turn over, I’ll do your other half”.

“This is the best massage I’ve ever had, you’re really talented”.

“Mostly the atmosphere, I’m an empathic masseur, I forget where I am, who I am with, I go into some sort of soft trance, let my ‘fingers do the walking'”, it’s not really me, it’s just my hands & arms express something I find in you”.

“WhatEver”, she said turning over, “Do Me, More”.

I started dry, on her forehead, temples, eyesockets, pressing her sinus’, nose, jaw, to her neck, then spreading oil on her skin to below her breasts, I deeply massaged her shoulders, each arm, to the fingertips, back up the arm, across the muscles under the breast, then found my hands starting a sensual massage of her breasts, small as I like them, and still a handful.

I pay no attention to the massage, just let myself enjoy the breast massage, until I notice Michelle is moaning & slightly moving her body, then I revert to my

massage, working the muscles of her ribcage, waist, hips, and as I begin working the front of her thighs, I feel her hand massaging my butt, down my leg, up under my wraprobe, massaging my buttcheeks.

I sidestep away from her hand, telling her “I’ve got a massage to complete here, my lovely Michelle, be patient, greater pleasure awaits”.

I continue working her leg to her toes, working all the bones against each other, the muscles, back up her thigh, work her pelvis, teasing around her vulva, across to her other leg, duplicating the first, back up, and still standing at the foot of the table, I begin incorporating her vaginal fluids into the oil massage, the difference in odors is exquisitely changed, as I massage her pubic area, I lean further & further forward, until at last I can smell her vaginal perfume, pure, without the oil’s presence, I blow gently on her engorged & flared vulva, I lick gently, tasting, her knees spread, I glance up, her fingers pull her nipples, she digs her heals into the sheet, I lower my nose into her pussy, my forehead mashes her clit gently against her bone, my tongue licks from her anus up into her pussy, scooping fluids, I raise my head, my nose pressing against the top of her vaginal opening, nose then across her clit, followed by my mouth, lips encircle, massage, fuck her clit between my lips, tongue darting out to wipe across it, as it is held tightly between my slippery, confining lips, reversing roles, her clit fucking my pussy -lips, it only takes a few moments, she comes, my hands grasp her hips, to hold her on the table, to hold her clit in my mouth without bruising her, she reaches down to hold my head against her pussy, she strains long, strongly, shudders many times, cycling thru the strong strain, then the shuddering, 3 or 4 times, until finally, her fingers lose their grip on my head, her body relaxes onto the table, I gently lick her fluids, caress her outer lips with my tongue, gently suck her pussylips into my lips, sucking her, licking, until she begins to move, she slides one leg over my back, crooked, so I can continue licking her pussy, she says “If I had only known, I’d have been here the first day I met you…”, and pulls her winestraw to her lips.

After licking her gently for a while, clearing all traces of oil from her vaginal area, she begins moving again, thrusting herself against my mouth, her fluids begin to coat my face again, her voice turning husky with her rising excitement, “Can we move to someplace where I can move against you too, a bed perhaps”.

I help her rise, lead her to the large shower, start the constant temp water flowing, wet her body, turning her around, using the nylon web to spread the soap over her entire body, my fingers & hands ensuring the suds enter every crevice, until she faces the end wall, legs spread as my hands massage her breasts, up over her shoulders, pulling myself against her, as my penis enters her pussy from behind, a few strokes, the water washes our lubricants off, making our coitus uncomfortable, we part, rinsing, step out, with large towels, we dry each other, imperfectly.

She slides down my body, kneels on the thick rug, takes my cock into her hot mouth, I try to distract myself, start up the hairdryer, begin drying her hair, as she massages my penis in her lovely mouth.

It becomes a game, she trying to make me cum, I try not to.

She very nearly wins, I step back, shutting off & laying down the dryer, I take her hand, help her rise, step into her arms, we kiss gently, wetly, our hands play over each other’s body, I pull her down the hall to the bedroom, sheets turned down, cool to our fevered bodies, we lie down, twist & turn against each other, our mouths making love to the other’s body, we pause for a while, in the classic 69, she on top, the difference in our heights making our mouths fit perfectly to the other’s genitals, we bath each other in saliva, then mix our copious fluids into the oral massage, we turn about the same time, she slides her body up mine, my penis so erect she does not need her hands to place it to her opening, her pussy so wet, my cock easily enters her body, tightly spreading pleasure, as she slides her body around me, I feel as if I’m being born again, the sensations are so very intense, the rest of my body, in jealous sympathy, feel as if her pussy is caressing my entire being, and rightly so, as my entire attention is encased within her hot, slippery body, as she impales herself on my sword.

She shudders a few seconds, strains, shudders, relaxes, then begins to move on my body, fucking herself with my body, she intensely stares into my eyes, as if to pull me out thru my eyeballs, as if she is trying to see into my mind, wanting to know if she has at last, found her “other half”.

We move against one another, slowly straining for a while, finally losing control, slamming our bodies together, we roll, her on the bottom, I rise on my knees, I thrust into her body, my hands planted firmly above her shoulders, holding her in place, as I ram myself into her, slamming against her clit, madly, consumed only with the need to ravish, her body eagerly meets mine, her hands grasp my arms, holding herself in place, willing my body to pierce hers, harder, her hair damp again, her body bathed in a light sheen, she grunts as she throws her head from side to side, as she too, enters into the total abandonment of fucking, how long I have often wondered, it seemed as if hours had passed, we both lost in the madness, consumed, by the fire of the sex we shared, finally, slowly, our movements grew less frantic, exhausted, our bodies slid together, each moving to lie partly on our backs, never letting our genitals loose contact, neither of us having cum, breathing harshly, we begin to laugh, as our bodies slowly recover, we both knowing we found such an event truly unique, such energy consumed, and yet, my penis still so painfully engorged, still trapped within the confines of her belly, and so very, very ‘at home’.

I start awake, surprised I had dozed, realizing I was still erect in her body, my body begins to move of it’s own volition, the sensations on my penis so pleasurable, it was almost painful, suddenly, I understood Masochistic-pain, and as I realized this, it fled my understanding, as I dropped below the pain sensations, my cock delivering only pleasure sensations, and I realized I had only stroked into her body once, and withdrawn, and was starting the second stroke, and she awoke, evoking a sound combined of a yawn, great pleasure, and lust.

Her arms snaked to my body, her legs pull me to her, we lie side by side, looking into each other’s eyes, trying to pierce the soul, wondering at the exquisite companionship we each feel, as we move against each other, never wanting it to end, wanting it to extend to the rest of our lives, hoping for increased awareness of each other, daring to believe it could evolve into true telepathy.

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When I was single and extremely horny I had heard about an adult store that had opened. I visited and the first time there I heard that they were having strip shows around 12 noon each day. The price seemed fair for 3 strippers so I planned on going the following week, when my work schedule permitted.

I arrived just before 12 and paid the amount and was shown into a large room with cinema style seats on one side and a stage on the other. I sat at the back, content on watching from a distance.

The first stripper came on in a under-sized nurse outfit and she was young, blonde and petite. She was very flexible and danced all over the stage, doing splits while she got her gear off. She touched herself a lot and it was very arousing as she seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself.

The next stripper came on in lingerie and a long robe and she was a little older and despite having a fantastic body, seemed a bit bored by it all. She went through the motions, slapped her ass a few times to the beat and stripped gradually. When she had finished she strode off and the next stripper to come on was the petite blonde again.

She only had a bikini on and she danced up a storm with a lot more touching. She got a dildo out and was fucking her tight little pussy with it and moaned as she did so. Then she started putting cream on her erect nipples and licking it off. Then she asked who wanted some.

My inhibitions disappeared straight away as I started calling that I wanted some. Some guy in the front row got to eat a strawberry and the cream off her left nipple. She saw me as he was licking it off and put some on her right nipple and pointed at me with a naughty grin. She crawled over the guys in the first row of seats, with a lot of helping hands on her tight body. She slithered over the back of the seats and presented her right breast to me and asked if I wanted some. In response, I stuck my tongue out slowly, extending it as far as possible and swirled the tip through the cream around her nipple.

I heard her gasp and thought I would make the most of this. She had her hands in my hair and I looked up quickly to see that her eyes were closed as I licked at more of the cream, flicking escort the strawberry into my mouth, before I sucked her cream-covered nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue.

I heard her whisper, oh fuck, that’s good, as I sucked and licked on her long hard nipple. She moaned and whispered that she had to go but to come and see her in a private show.

Everyone cleared the room afterwards and I went to the counter asking for a private show. I paid for it and was directed up the stairs to a similar room and I immediately took a seat in the front middle chair. I waited patiently for about five minutes before the stripper arrived.

In the dark she looked different. She started the music and started swaying to the sound, dancing and sashaying about. Her ass was incredible and I realised that this wasn’t the same girl. This dancer was more curvaceous and when she turned around I saw that the face and body, as gorgeous as she was, was not the horny, petite dancer from the show downstairs.

This dancer didn’t disappoint though. She stripped slowly down to her thong, came right up to me and gave me a lap dance. Her body was so firm, I could tell that she worked out as her firm ass gyrated on my erect cock.

She played with her own nipples with her back to me as she swivelled her ass on me. She stood up and shook her ass in my face and then took my hands, placed them on her hips and told me to take her bikini bottoms off her as she bent over. I so much wanted to touch her ass, but not knowing what the protocol was, I behaved.

She went back up on stage and took a large vibrator (bigger then the dildo the petite girl use) and she licked it seductively, looking me in the eye as she did so. She was on her knees on the edge of the stage and was only two feet in front of me.

She was licking and sucking the head of her vibe as she stroked her pussy. I could hear her whimpers over the sound of the music and then she placed the vibe on the stage floor, the tip pointing up at her pussy and she licked her fingers as she lowered her body down, her tight pussy engulfing the length of the vibrator.

Her sexy eyes bore into mine as she licked her pussy şişli escort juice off her fingers and then tweaked and pulled on her nipples. My cock was so hard now and it seemed that she was really turned on. She leaned forward suddenly and placed her hands on my knees and dipped forward, her large firm breasts pushing into my groin. She rocked back and forth as her back was arched so she could see the effect her body was having on me. My cock was so hard and all I wanted was to free it from my trousers.

She then slid her body up mine, her breasts pushing up my stomach, and then my chest. She kept going until she was straddling my lap, her mound pushing against my cock and her big, perky tits in front of my face.

She started to ride me, her groin rubbing against my erection with her hands clasped at the back of my head, pulling my face into her cleavage. Her hips pumped back and forth and then in circles, getting faster and faster and she was whispering, oh yes, oh yes, yes yes! She swivelled my head sharply to her left breast, pushing her hard nipple into my mouth and said with an urgency, do what you did to Heather! She told me what you did!

Realising that the petite blonde stripper must have relayed how I had sucked on her nipples to this pornstar-like stripper I complied all too eagerly as her hip thrusts increased in force and speed. It felt like I was being used for her sexual gratification and I was loving every minute of it.

I felt like I was going to come when she shuddered, whimpering, oh fuck, oh fuck, under her breath. She slithered off me and even though the music had stopped, she told me that she hadn’t finished with me yet. She turned around and sat on me again, her back to me and she started grinding her ass into my hard dick again.

She placed one of my hands on her firm breast and I started tweaking her nipple. She took my other hand and placed the vibrator in it and directed it down to her pussy. She flicked the dial on it and it started to vibrate. I placed the shaft on her clit and rubbed it up and down. She shivered and arched right back, her head resting on my shoulder. She whispered in my ear as she thrust back and eskort forth on my erection, fuck me with it!

She took my hand and placed the tip of the vibe against her love tunnel. I pushed gently and felt her pussy part as I slid it deeper and then she thrust her hips forward, my knuckles rubbing against her clit as she circled her hips.

She moaned as I turned the vibrations up higher and licked my ear lobe, sending a shiver down my spine as I pumped the vibe in and out of her pussy, flicking her clit with my thumb on the up stroke as she pulled one nipple to her luscious lips greedily. She kept going, her athletic body rubbing against mine faster and faster, her moans getting louder in the quiet room until her body tensed, shivering on mine.

Without a word, after a minute or so, she jumped off me, spun around and knelt between my legs. She started unbuckling my belt and said to me in a whisper, I’ve never done this before, but that was amazing and I want to give something back. She pulled my trousers down enough to pull my dick out.

With raised eyebrows, she said, nice and licked up the shaft seductively, looking me in the eye as she swirled her tongue around the head. I was close to cumming just from pleasuring her and knew that if she went further I wouldn’t last long. She stroked down my hard cock with her hand as she kept teasing with her tongue.

Then without warning she plunged her mouth over my throbbing cock, taking it so deep, her lips closing around my shaft but her tongue massaging the underside expertly. She kept stroking up and down and before I could warn her, I came hard. I could hear and feel her gulping, swallowing it all while her hand pumped, milking me.

She withdrew my cock from her mouth until just my swollen head was between her lips and she sucked every last drop of cum out of me. She then smiled at me, tucking me back into my trousers. I finished doing my trousers up, as she stood up and thanked me. I was going to give her a tip, but she said that she was told not to go beyond the dance with a customer but after Heather told her how I had sucked her creamy tit, she got so horny.

She kissed me on the cheek and said thanks again. I left and found out that the dancers stage name was Sugar. I went back and asked for Sugar, but I had been told that she had been fired for going too far with a customer. I asked how it was discovered and I was told that the door to the private strip room had a peep hole. Oops!

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Author’s note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others.

This is the second story. It is a compilation of several real-life conversations and trysts combined into one short story. As the title implies, it is a setup for tales to come, thus there isn’t much action, but plenty of foreshadowing. Enjoy.

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After that first amazing night, Tori and I spent nearly every day with each other for the next two weeks. I had never been this close to any of my previous girlfriends, and I was mildly surprised when I noticed how much time we were spending together. Even with the school year starting up again, neither of us had any trouble working around our schedules.

We still went on official ‘dates,’ but these were never the awkward, “So, what sort of hobbies do you have?” dates that usually occur in the initial phases of relationship. We were instantly comfortable around one another, laughing one minute then talking about deeply personal issues the next.

And the physical aspect…we fell right into that with frenzied regularity. In my room, in her room, in my truck, in her car…wherever we could get a moment alone, we were naked and all over each other. The passion of our first encounter was not a one-time deal.

But it wasn’t sex…everything up to it, but not the final act. Strangely, I never really noticed until almost two months later. This was unusual for me. I’m not a fuck hound, but there had been strain in other relationships when we reached a certain point and one person didn’t want to go further. Of course, as the guy, it was usually me, but in my defense I ended a relationship when the girl wanted me to take her virginity and I wasn’t ready to be her First. But once again, with Tori it was different. We had never talked about it, and when I brought it up, it was really just thinking out loud about the fact.

“Don’t worry, we will,” she replied, shrugging unconcernedly. “Maybe soon, maybe not. We’ll know when it’s time. But for right now, could you lick me again?”

Of course I obliged, and happily left the subject alone. I returned to her beautiful pussy, craning my neck as I tried to get my tongue as far up into her as a could. We were in a campus parking garage, completely naked in my truck for the second time in as many nights. We were getting into a routine with this; my roommate, an engineering student, and her roommate, a homebody, were always in during the weeknights, so what started out as a desire to find a secluded parking spot and make the best of the situation had eventually turned into a game where we would try parking in different places to see if we would still get away with it. I don’t have darkened windows, and she would strip down completely naked; if anyone walked by, they would have been treated with a view of her smoking hot, sweaty body. Tori mentioned this with some concern as I licked, and I only laughed. “It would be his lucky night!”

“But what if it’s a girl?”

“If she’s cute, ask if she’d like to join us.”

I got a light slap on the cheek and an eyeroll, but she was grinning as she pushed my face back into her crotch.

I continued licking çapa escort as I brought my fingers into play, searching for the spots inside her that I was coming to know exceptionally well–where to make her clench, where to make her melt, where to make her cum. “Going parking” was never about intimacy; it was about accomplishing naughtiness in public, and the implied danger added exciting haste.

Tori ran her fingers through my hair as she moaned, trying to keep her hips still so my mouth stayed over her clit. Being wedged under the dash on the passenger side certainly restricted my mobility, but I was willing to do just about anything to see this girl naked.

Her breathing came faster as my fingers went deeper, curling upward to stroke her g-spot. I was soon rewarded with a gush of fluid and a drawn-out sigh that signaled her release. I lapped all of it up, and started to lick my fingers clean.

“Hey, those are for me,” she said in mock-sternness, and I watched as she brought my cum-soaked fingers to her mouth, licking them clean as she looked me in the eye.

“That’s more like it. Okay, big guy, your turn.”

I unfolded from my position and crawled back to the driver’s side, using every opportunity to grope various parts of her body on my way. I was already shirtless and my dick was sticking up from unbuttoned pants (Tori had been giving me road head on the way back from dinner), but apparently this wasn’t enough.

“I want you completely naked. It’s only fair, in case ‘that girl’ walks by, it should be her lucky night, too.”

“Do I still get to ask her to join?”

“Only if you ask a guy too, also, if he walks by,” she shot back with a raised eyebrow and a challenging smile.

I laughed and took off my pants, then grabbed her head and forced it down like she’d done to me earlier.

I was shocked to find, after our first night together when she gave me the most unbelievable blowjob of my life, that Tori didn’t think she was very good at giving head. I deadpanned that we should practice more, not really believing that she could think that way about her skills, but she quickly agreed. I was not about to ruin that by clarifying my sarcasm (though I truly doubt she missed it). Either way, oral quickly became our favorite method of orgasm, though I did discover that she was a huge fan of mutual masturbation. I had never really considered it before, but it was kind of exciting to know she enjoyed watching me, and it was DEFINITELY exciting watching her. But I digress.

Watching her head bob up and down, and translating it into the wonderful sensations emanating from my cock, was incredible; I still found myself wondering how this girl who I had fantasized about for so long was now suddenly blowing me; it was like a dream that this goddess who I had put on a pedestal all those months ago now simply could not get enough of my cock. Life is good.

Tori understood that I enjoyed taint play, and usually had a hand involved when she couldn’t reach it with her mouth. Slowly massaging the nerves down there while cupping the balls always enhanced what she was doing with her mouth, and tonight was no different. I was rapidly getting ready to cum when I felt her hand drift lower.

I had not mentioned or really thought of her almost-rim job on that first night, but the question raced acutely to my awareness once fındıkzade escort again: will she do it? I also briefly pondered what the hell this meant for my sexuality, but pushed the thought out and accepted that I was kinky enough to see what it would be like. I was also curious to see if she was, too.

My question was answered almost immediately as she slid her finger into my rectum, and I exploded in her mouth. The sensation was wholly unique, and extremely pleasurable; I felt like I would never stop cumming.

Of course the pleasure eventually subsided, though Tori had to bring up her other hand to wipe some of the cum which had escaped her mouth. She removed her exploratory hand and sat back, licking the cum off her fingers.

“Was that okay?” she asked with a hopeful expression on her face.

Once again I was amazed: here was this incredible girl, exotically beautiful in a way I had never seen before, who just swallowed a gallon of my cum after stroking my prostate, and she was asking me if it was okay? It had nothing to do with insecurity; she genuinely wanted me to have the ultimate pleasure whenever she sucked my dick. I acknowledged that realization at the time, but it would be years before I fully understood the implications. For the moment, however, I struggled to find a way to encourage her to do it again in the future, but at the same time let her know she didn’t have to in order to make me happy.

“Yeah…oh yeah, that was awesome,” was the best I could manage. Awesome.

“Good,” she said with a giggle as my breathing came under control. She swallowed, and dropped her hand to her lap. I simply looked at her, marveling in the perfect proportions of her body. She had that sexy glow-thing going on, and the cab of my truck smelled like sex. She was looking back at me with a thoughtful expression on her face.

“What?” I asked, knowing she had something on her mind.

“You really don’t care if someone walks by and sees me naked, do you?” she asked.

It was a rhetorical question, but the mildly surprised tone in her voice needed a response.

“No, I don’t,” I replied matter-of-factly. “I’m not at all concerned that you might be seen, or that I’ll be seen, too. Hell, I want to be seen with you,” I chuckled.

She frowned a little. “That doesn’t make you jealous?”

I shook my head. “Far from it. Look, I grew up with two sisters, and they were nice enough to explain some of the finer points of girls’ perspective on relationships. One thing they both agreed on was that jealous, possessive boyfriends are awful to be with. Protective boyfriends are great, but that’s very different from being hypersensitive about other guys checking you out or asking you to dance.”

“Or in your case, seeing the girl you’re dating naked,” she said with a wry grin. “Your sisters are right, you know…my last boyfriend was insanely jealous of me hanging out with other guys or seeing other guys check me out. I hated it, and it was one of the major reasons we broke up.”

I shook my head. Guys can be really fucking stupid about the wrong things. “You’ll never, ever get that from me. I take it as a compliment when you get looked over; other guys find my girl attractive, which mean’s I’ve done something right, and beaten them in the most important competition on Earth. You are mine, so I win, and I’m aksaray escort not afraid I’ll lose you to somebody else.”

“Oh really?” she said, leaning forward. “You sound pretty confident for someone who hasn’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet.”

“Well, you just had your finger up my ass; does that not translate to commitment for you?”

She gave me The Look, then composed a very prim expression. “Fine. You put it that way, maybe I won’t do it anymore.”

“Okay, whatever; I’ll just do it to you…” I stuck out my pinky and made like I was going to move across the armrest and return the favor here and now, but she quickly fought back and pushed me away. I stopped and watched her tits bounce merrily as she laughed.

“It’s also because I trust you,” I said frankly. “I have no reason not to. I don’t worry about you cheating, nor do I have any right to dictate how you dress or who you spend time with. At the end of the day, as long as it’s my ass you’re sticking a finger up, I don’t care what else you do.” I said the last part half-jokingly, but it was pretty clear to her I was being serious. She mulled this over.

“I guess I’ve just never heard it that way before.”

“Seriously? No one’s ever used the ‘my asshole at the end of the day’ line with you before now? Glad I can still manage to be original every once in a while.”

She hit me on the arm. “Oh, shut up, you know what I meant.”

“Yes, I did. By the way, have you noticed that you hit me a lot?”

“Only when you deserve it.”

“Fair enough. So, you give me an ultimatum about assplay; I’m sure you realized that, in doing so, it goes both ways, and if I agree, then I get to return the favor?” I furrowed my brow and paused dramatically, feigning internal debate. “Okay, I accept. I’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend, and that ass belongs to me.”

“Oh, baby, it all belongs to you,” she said with surprising emotion as she lunged across the cab and kissed me.

I was surprised at how much emotion I was feeling, too; I cared for Tori–cared very deeply, actually–and I had my first inkling that this was far more than a crazy fantasy come to life…we were really great together, and this brand-new relationship already had serious potential. I felt stupidly good about it all, and it made me happy to see her happy, especially about something I said. I returned her kiss with equal fervor, marveling at how the course of the conversation had led to this.

As if on cue, I heard footsteps approaching the truck. I looked up to see a guy walk by, oblivious to our shenanigans. Despite the sudden emotional turn in our dialogue, an evil thought crossed my mind, and I couldn’t resist honking the horn as he passed in front of my truck. He jumped and looked at me, just as Tori recovered from her own surprise and also looked at me. I started chuckling and gestured with my chin toward the guy. Tori looked out and made eye contact with him, her face a perfect imitation of the “deer in the headlights.”

She looked down at me, bewildered. I smiled broadly back up at her.

“You’re mine now, baby; I’m not worried about a thing.”

For a moment the confusion lingered, then her eyes narrowed, twinkling. She pushed herself upright and pulled her silky brown-black hair over her far shoulder, giving the lucky bastard a perfect view of her tits for a couple heartbeats before she nonchalantly sank back down to my chest and continued working on a hickey. The guy stared for a few more seconds, then he looked at me, smiling incredulously and slowly shaking his head. I laughed again as he walked off, still shaking his head, and I looked down at my beautiful new girlfriend, thinking to myself, Too bad, buddy; this girl is mine!

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