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“Damn!” Chelle muttered as she tried to hurry into her clothes. She had the dreaded gynecologist appointment today, so she had taken time off work to make sure she get a shower and shave before going. It was silly, but she couldn’t help but consider it the “polite” thing to do, barring an emergency. Her skin was still damp, and she was trying to pull on her underwear in a hurry, and struggling.

She paused to drag a comb through her short blond hair, sleeking it back from her face. She didn’t have time for primping today, and besides this was her pre-wedding visit, and she was only seeing old “doc” Walters, who she had been seeing since her very first visit. He was in his late fifties now, and was a teddy bear of a doctor. She pulled on her jeans, a loose fitting T-shirt, and finally her comfortable, but old sneakers. She grabbed her purse and keys, and saw she only had ten minutes for the short drive to the office.

Chelle looked around the waiting room, and saw that it was almost empty, which was surprising for a 4PM appointment. She was a minute late as she walked to the receptionist to check in. The girl smiled at her, but went on to tell her that Dr. Walters was called out for an emergency, and she could either reschedule, or see his new partner, Dr. Masters. Chelle paused for a moment. She had never seen another doctor, and she felt so comfortable with the older doctor. But then again, she had to get this appointment out of the way! Her wedding was a little over a week away, and she and Steve had decided it would be best if she were fitted for internal birth control device, instead of relying the pill and condoms. Chelle grimaced as she recalled the “discussion.”

Steve had arrived with a folder full of information. His mind was made up that this would be the best method, and it was obvious from the first words out of his mouth that he didn’t want to be messing around with condoms, creams, jellies and missed pills. And even though it was her body, Chelle had felt like she was being steam-rolled into the decision.

Chelle took a deep breath, and nodded her head. She would see the new doctor. The receptionist smiled, had her sign her fee ticket, and handed her the advance information they provided on the birth control device. Chelle was now nervous, thinking about someone she had never met before getting that intimate with her body, that soon! And then, out of nowhere came the thought of whether this new doctor was a man or a woman? And if it were a man, how would it feel having a strange man see her body, feel her breasts, and eventually see her most private area?

She jumped when her name was called a short time later. Chelle stood nervously, and walked back to the examining room…

Section 2

Margaret Gauthier, “Peg” to everyone who knew her stood outside the office of Doctor Aaron Masters, fumbling through a stack of case history folders that showed so much age many of the index tabs were completely dogged eared to death. Peg had been given the afternoon caseload from Helen the receptionist and was just about to knock on Dr. Masters door, when Chelle called out ” Hi Peg!”

Peg turned to see little Chelle Krutz walk past her and into Exam Room “D”. Peg half replied “good afternoon Chelle” as she continued to flip through folders and place them in order as to make a better impression on Dr. Masters. The morning session had been awkward between the experienced nurse and the “new Doctor”. Normally Peg chaperoned for Dr. Walter’s everyday. Over the course of twenty two years of working together nurse and doctor had developed a natural rhythm in handling the good and the difficult patients that made the daily office grind an easy place to work. But today with him away she was having difficulty from the start. It was the little things. Doc Walters was left-handed, the new Doctor uses his right. Even simple things like applying K-Y jelly to Dr. Masters gloved hand had gone completely wrong with an elderly lady for a routine pelvic exam this morning. So with a deep breath in, Peg knock on the door and entered the office of Aaron Masters, M.D.

Aaron was bent over a pile of x-rays with a phone snuggled between his shoulder and ear explaining to a “tech” at the hospital for the third time the difference between anterior and lateral and not making a lot of headway. Peg glanced over her pile of neatly assembled folders for a safe place to position the afternoon schedule on his desk. It amazed Peg that a Doctor who knew so much about the human body knew so little about organization in an office. A slight tingle took place in her stomach as she overheard the sincerity in Aaron’s voice as he began explaining once more to the x-ray tech the side of the femur that he wanted to have placed of film of old man Babcock. She sensed that this young doctor had an incredible bedside manner that would make him very popular with his patients in the years ahead. Aaron wasn’t a candidate for GQ magazine, standing only 5’10” and the early signs of “male pattern baldness” developing with just a splash of graying at the temples, but Peg admitted he was neatly groomed türk adult forum with an inner warmth that made her a “little school girl” nervous as she studied him in the afternoon light.

Aaron hung up the phone and flashed his blue eyes directly at Peg. Aaron liked Peg! They had only worked together a few minutes total since he accepted the job in Walter’s office. She’d proven to be a very solid and capable RN who didn’t attempt to be a doctor in a nurse’s uniform. She had just the right amount of discreet courtesy to guide a young doctor, like Aaron, without appearing that she was running the ship.

“First things first Peg, I’m sorry that I was getting in your way this morning with Mrs. Amos. My rotation at med school just lasted 6 months in ob/gyn and I still have to get my pelvic exams down pat. I could tell that Mrs. Amos knew more about what I should be doing than I was actually doing. It amazes me that a woman would lay back on a table and allow a stranger to dive into her up to his elbows so to speak. So thank you, now what’s up for the afternoon schedule?”

Peg smiled back and said “Things will get better, so don’t give it a second thought. This afternoon the patient load is very light. We’ve had some cancellations, and with the late start from this morning, we only have Chelle Krutz, a 28-year-old white female for a physical and consult for birth control. Walter’s isn’t going to make it back this afternoon, so Helen scheduled her with you. Here’s her file for you to look over, she’s in “D”. I’ll go in ahead and break the ice for you and come to get you when she’s ready.”

Before Peg turned to open the door, Aaron asked out loud, “Why is a 28 year old woman just now coming in to discuss birth control in this day and age?”

Peg spun around, put both hands on the edge of Aaron’s jumbled overflowing desktop, and looked into his blue eyes. She half whispered as though trying to keep a secret, “Because Chelle’s getting married next week and there always is a chance the girl may not have needed birth control until now, silly!” And with that Peg, left the room and headed toward Exam Room “D”.

Section 3

Chelle was seated on the table, dressed in a paper gown, slit down the front, and a sheet covering her from the waist down. There was something so vulnerable being so scantily dressed when meeting a doctor for the first time, especially in circumstances like these. Peg had just left the room, after stopping by to say hello, and explain once again about the change in doctors.

Chelle couldn’t explain what the feeling she was getting was due from. Her nipples were hard and poking out the paper gown. Chelle had long nipples that were distended and hard a lot of the time, and it irritated Steve that you could see her nipples through her clothing at times. She had tried to explain, but had finally given up trying, and taken to buying even thicker bras.

Chelle shifted on the table, wishing it were two hours from now, and this was all behind her. She was supposed to meet Steve for dinner, but he had called her at work, and canceled, once again, at the last minute. So, Chelle found herself with an empty evening, once she finished here. She looked around the room, and began wondering what this new doctor looked like. Since Peg had popped in, she at least knew the doctor was male at least. Chelle wondered if he would be like Mark Greene or more like Doug (George Clooney) on the Emergency Room show she liked to watch. She knew she’d feel more comfortable if he were like Mark Greene, than the other.

She took a deep breath, wishing the doctor would get in there. She wasn’t looking forward to any of this. But she couldn’t help but wonder how she might react if the new doctor tried something a little non-medical?

Chelle turned her head sharply, a blush staining her cheeks as she heard the exam room door open….

Section 4

Dr. Masters entered exam room D with his nostrils flaring. His OB / GYN residency gave him a few basics to always remember when working female patients. The first rule is to sniff the air when examining a female. A strong indicator of a bacterial infection in a woman is the tell tale “dead mouse” smell. Aaron’s rotation in med school proved that a good doctor used all of his senses in diagnosis. Aaron felt a little relieved when he closed the exam room door behind him. Only the traditional antiseptic odor of alcohol lingered as he walked to the exam table and extended his hand to Chelle.

“Good afternoon, Miss Krutz, I’m Dr. Masters.”

Chelle extended her hand and nodded politely as Aaron released his grip and scooted the padded stool closer to the exam table to use as a desk while he began writing in Chelle’s file.

Aaron noticed the ice cold feel of Chelle’s hand and thought for a minute that he was touching a corpse. Aaron put his pen down and decided he’d better go slower interviewing Chelle. As he looked back at her face, Aaron saw an attractive woman.

The attraction of Chelle was not due to any one-perfect feature of her face. Rather it was the sum of many subtle features that complimented porno forum a well-balanced persona. The paleness of her skin, her light near invisible eyebrows, the crystal blue eyes, the definition of her lips and somewhat strange petite shaped ear lobes balanced against her high cheekbones and jaw line. Aaron had to draw himself away from Chelle’s face and look back at his notepad and inquire as to the nature of her visit.

“I see that you want a physical and consultation. Now, have you had any problems lately that I should know about before continuing?” Aaron asked as he pulled out the page of routine questions that every patient has been asked since the invention of the copy machine.

Chelle just shook her head and whispered a “no”.

Aaron began at the top of the page and started… After four minutes he had covered the HMO questionnaire and placed the completed form back in Chelle’s medical file. It seemed a little odd that Chelle never expanded on any of the medical questions and Aaron thought he had better try to get Chelle to relax a little before he called Peg back into the room.

“ Ms. Krutz, tell me how I can help you today?” Aaron leaned forward on his stool and devoted all of his attention to Chelle, as he waited for her reply.

Section 5

Chelle shifted uneasily on the table, feeling the paper sticking to her naked bottom and thighs. She knew she was blushing and couldn’t do a darn thing about it either. She swallowed hard.

“I’m getting married and my fiancé wants me to get…” Chelle broke off abruptly. That wasn’t the right way to be saying this, she realized too late. “We discussed birth control and decided that the IUD would be best.” Chelle ended on a puff of air, glad to have managed to spit it all out finally!

Aaron nodded, not replying immediately. He had not missed the slip up when she said, “her fiancé wanted.” It wasn’t unusual that couples didn’t fully agree on some things, but birth control was an issue that shouldn’t be in question.

“An IUD is something usually chosen by a married couple who have completed their family, due to the risks involved. What about the pill? It is 99% effective and there are many different kinds to meet your needs?”

Chelle flushed and nodded. “It’s just that the IUD would be the easiest. Steve is forever complaining about how forgetful I am… Anyway, that is why we thought this would be best.”

Aaron nodded slowly. “What are you using now?”

“Nothing.”

Aaron couldn’t stop his surprised “nothing!” He flushed and coughed to cover his faux pas. “You aren’t using condoms, foams, or something like that?”

Chelle blushed and shook her head. She shrugged. “We haven’t had sex yet. Steve wanted to wait until our wedding night.”

Aaron didn’t like the impression he was getting of her fiancé. There was something about this woman that seemed to have captured his attention to a degree that was much greater than normal doctor to patient relationship. He told himself to get up and excuse himself from her care, but something stopped him. He cleared his throat again.

“What did you use during previous relationships?”

Chelle turned a bright red. “I’ve never needed to use anything.”

Aaron thought later that he must have forgotten to take his smart pills for the day. “Wasn’t that rather risky behavior in this day and age?”

Chelle shook her head. “I’ve never had sex before. I thought you understood. I’m a virgin.”

Aaron felt like an idiot and a fool at the same time. Hell! How many times this day and age did you come across a 28-year-old virgin? He quickly set the chart down and decided he’d better get busy and shut his mouth before he shoved his foot all the down his throat.

“Please lie back on that table.”

Chelle nodded and scooted around, lying back on the paper-covered table. She tried to not react as he used his stethoscope to listen to her heart and lungs. When he moved the paper gown’s edges apart further to expose her breasts, she bit her lip to keep from gasping. She knew her nipples were already hard and poking up more than half an inch. And then she felt the doctor’s hands begin examining her breasts. He had her move a little, and to raise an arm above her head. Chelle told herself she was being ridiculous to notice how soft his hands were. But as his hands pressed around her right breast, checking for lumps, Chelle felt herself become aroused.

Damn! She cursed herself. She didn’t react like this when Steve touched her breasts. Of course, it was usually over her clothes, and nothing more than a quick squeeze or a rub. She was beginning to think Steve might be asexual. Sex never seemed to be a big issue with him, not like it was with her. Chelle often found herself thinking about sex, imagining having sex or wondering why they weren’t having sex.

Aaron cleared his throat again. He was finding it harder to concentrate as he gazed down at the gorgeous breasts before him. It was unprofessional, he knew, but he couldn’t stop the thought that this woman had the best looking tits he’d seen professionally, and non-professionally, adult forum in his life. He had avoided checking her long nipple yet. Long, pointed nipples were a weakness of his. He loved to play with a woman’s breasts, and sucking on a long teat only added to his enjoyment. In fact, falling asleep with his head pillowed on luscious big boobs was his fantasy. And then during the night, he would wake up, and start sucking and nibbling on the delicious nipples once again. Rolling the nipple in his mouth, sucking it, pulling it deep into his mouth, until the woman’s hips bucked wildly in response to the deep sucking.

Aaron moved his hands to her other firm, full breast, examining it just as thoroughly. He finally had to check her nipples and squeezed the one to make sure there was no discharge. When he saw there was not, he should have moved on. He didn’t though. Instead, he circled his finger around the taut bud, and was surprised to see it distend even more. Aaron argued with himself, but he lost.

“You have exquisite breasts, Chelle. Very sensitive to the touch, and responsive.” He tried to sound professional, but it was getting harder and harder. As was another part of his body, in response to these forbidden touches. He saw Chelle blush, but she also smiled, just a bit. “You seem surprised, Chelle.”

Chelle opened her eyes, and looked up into the doctor’s face. “Thank you. My fiancé thinks I am too big, and he hates that my nipples are poking out all the time. He says it’s indecent, almost.”

Aaron cursed the absent fiancé as a fool. He requested Chelle sit up again. She did so, facing him. Aaron opened her gown and gazed at the luscious, large and arousing tits in front of him. He reached out and cupped the big boobs in his eager hands, and squeezed them. He gently bounced them and then massaged them, pulling on the long nipples. A knock on the door startled them both. Aaron closed her gown, and excused himself.

He stepped outside and was surprised to see Helen, the receptionist. He smiled at her.

Helen grinned. She liked the new doctor. “Peg had to leave and pick up her kids. Her husband called at the last minute and couldn’t get them. She asked me to stay and help you. Is there anything else you will need? Sometimes Dr. Walters’ finishes and locks up by himself. I didn’t know if you would want to do that too?”

Aaron argued with his conscience for about 10 seconds. He then nodded, and told Helen to run along. He was done with Ms. Krutz and she’d be leaving in a few moments anyway. He waited until Helen had grabbed her purse, closed the phone lines, and hurried out the door. Aaron took a deep breath, and walked back into Chelle’s room.

Section 6

Chelle’s eyes immediately fixed on Aaron’s when he re-entered the room and she felt her whole body quiver. Her first thought was that it was because she was cold, but the adrenaline now coursing its way through her body had taken over and her brain had temporarily went off line. The touch of Aaron’s hand on her nipples had sent a tingle straight to her pelvis via her tummy, and she hoped that the examination would continue. She had never felt so many sensations well up inside of her at once.

Dr. Masters looked into Chelle’s blue eyes that now sparkled in the lights of the exam room and began his approach to test the receptiveness of his patient to undergo a very through examination.

“Chelle, I must admit that it unusual to establish a case file on a 28 year old female who is still innocent. I would like to conduct a very detailed examination if you would permit me. I will try to keep any discomfort to a minimum and just stop me if you become uncomfortable. The examination will include a pelvic which will likely cause some rather strong sensations….”

Before Aaron could continue, Chelle responded, “Ok, I’m ready”.

Aaron was ready too; he could already feel his prostate firing up for action, with the customary twinge that announced a clear sticky fluid was being dispatched to his penis. It would just be a few moments before it arrived along with a dose of hot blood in his now awakening male organ.

Aaron couldn’t help but think of a Robin Williams joke as he helped Chelle lay down on the exam table, placing her legs in the stirrups. “Only man is blessed with a brain and a penis, but God provided only enough blood for one to function at a time!” Aaron hoped that his penis would make the right decisions because his brain was now detached just as Chelle’s had been minutes earlier.

As he reached to part the paper gown covering her breasts once more, Aaron was amazed at how well Chelle’s breasts rode on top of her chest. The lobes and attachments were firm and made no attempt to slide off to the side and disappear under her arms. Even more noticeable was the swelling in her areolas. Chelle displayed a classic set of “puffies” and Aaron fought a sudden urge to lean over and let his tongue feel the tiny goose bumps that lingered on these bright pink buds. Aaron was still unsure of himself and his patient, so he proceeded to conduct a medical examination of Chelle’s body, while his penis created a wet spot under his lab coat. Aaron knew that he wanted to cure Chelle of her virginity and she seemed to be prepared to undergo the treatment, which would provide the cure.

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The following story is true. Only the identity of the characters and locations have been altered.

*

Maria bolted upright in bed, trembling, her hands moist. She sleepily turned and gazed at the blurry digital dial of her alarm clock. She squinted to make out the time. “God, it’s only 2:30,” she muttered.

She sank back down into the softness of her feather bed, seeking temporary comfort. Her life had been turned upside down, leaving her anxious and unfulfilled. A little over two years ago her husband of eight years had been killed in a tragic auto accident. His life insurance had provided her economic security, but his absence had left a hole at the heart of her being. A year and a half after his death she tried Internet dating for six months or so, but couldn’t open up emotionally. The nice guys were boring and unadventurous, and the macho guys were ego maniacs and misogynists.

The only perplexing encounter was a night out with the girls where she ended up drunk, and possibly drugged, at some guy’s place in the Hollywood hills. She didn’t remember his name, but a girl friend recalled that he was a stuntman for the studios. He must of slipped something into her drink, for the night was mostly a blur. She barely recalled a jumble of hazy snap shots depicting lured sex, fleeting images of oral copulation, and brief glimpses of hard physical sex. She was still haunted by fractured memories of eerie high pitched wails echoing off the bedroom walls announcing her gripping orgasms.

She had awakened before dawn and escaped before the unnamed stuntman awoke. She never saw him again, but the libidinous sex had left its mark. It was damned exciting. Sex with her husband had been loving and kind. He was tender and sensitive to her needs. During her marriage it was only through oral sex that she could achieve an orgasm. The night with the mystery stuntman had opened her up; she had her first encounter with raw, hot, physical sex.

The day after the stuntman affair she had suffered a monster hangover. While preparing for a soak in the Jacuzzi, she glimpsed her bruised thighs in the bathroom mirror. He had left several black and blue marks on her thighs, but when she turned around she found two distinct prints where he had dug his fingers into her sensual ass. The nipples on her full breast were sore and her pussy ached.

Maria wasn’t egotistical, but she was a realist. At thirty four years of age, she had one hell of a body. She stood five foot five, had dark thick hair cut short, olive skin, (a Latina mother), green eyes, (an Irish father), and full breast with large extended nipples. When she was aroused her nipples morphed into miniature pinkies. Her classic bubble butt had driven her deceased husband wild. She missed his tender touch and sensitivity. But the mystery stuntman had unleashed a primal desire for hot physical sex. But this time she wanted to savor it all and not be left with only a jumble of disjointed memories.

Maria was primed and finally ready for a new phase of her life. She needed a fix. So when one of her coworkers at the real estate office suggested a night out with the girls, she accepted. But Maria would be more careful this time around. So she thought.

Nancy, her coworker had been divorced for several years and knew the night life in Hollywood and Santa Monica. She picked a club in Santa Monica known for businessmen, people in the movie industry, and cops. Nancy had had a couple of affairs with married cops. That was definitely not Maria’s style.

She met Nancy at the night club a little after 7:30. “My you look sexy,” Nancy remarked as she turned from the bar to appraise Maria’s outfit.

“I hope this isn’t too bold,” said Maria, smiling devilishly.

“It’s perfect.” Nancy looked her up and down and then announced emphatically. “This is going to be a night to remember!”

“I hope so.” Maria sighed as she took a seat at the bar next to Nancy. She had chosen her outfit with a mischievous intent. The skirt was black, the hem fell to mid thigh, hugging her ass like a glove. She wore a pale blue blouse that clung to her full breast. Not desiring unwanted attention, she opted for a gray suede jacket that toned down her exotic appearance. The jacket revealed only a glimpse of her full breast. But her three inch heels accentuated her curvaceous ass and toned legs.

“Hey, Nancy,” came a deep voice from down the bar. A tall man with a dark trimmed goatee approached and leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek. “Nancy dear, I haven’t seen you in months. Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been laying low. I needed a respite from the night life. Besides, all that time studying finally paid off. I just passed the real estate exam.” Nancy was proud of herself. She’d been a secretary for a couple years, but envied the big pay off for selling high end property. It was now her turn to live the good life.

Nancy turned toward Maria and said, “Maria, I’d like you to meet Robert. He works for the studios.”

Robert swung around and extended his hand. şişli escort “It’s a pleasure. Why don’t you two join me and my friend over there. We’ve a booth.”

“Are you game?” Nancy said, raising her brows and smiling broadly at Maria.

“Sure. That sounds great.”

Within a half hour the band fired up and couples filled the small dance floor. Nancy and Maria took turns dancing with Robert and his friend Hank. Maria eventually settled in with Hank and Robert monopolized Nancy’s time.

Maria learned that Hank had worked only about a year for the studios, polishing his still green stuntman skills. His father was one of Hollywood’s best stuntman and Hank, at twenty-six, had decided to follow in his father’s footsteps. He’d picked up many skills from his father, but the biggest thing he inherited was his fearlessness. He’d try anything, at least once.

Hank was a smooth dancer, moving about the floor gracefully, given he looked like a college line backer. The fast dances were fun, but the slow dances were sensual, their bodies rubbing and bumping to the slow beat of the music. Maria nipples pushed relentlessly against her suffocating bra as she hugged her rugged new friend. His groin pushed against her mid section and hip, stiff and hard, causing her to shiver with erotic anticipation.

During their chats between dances she’d found out that he had played football at the University of Texas, but had come west to formally learn his father’s trade.

At midnight Nancy decided to go home with Robert. As she left the club she asked Maria, “Are you going to be alright?”

“I’m good,” Maria whispered to her friend. “Hank’s promised to get me home safely.”

Hank had come with a friend so, he asked if he could hitch a ride with Maria. She agreed but thought it better if he drove her car. She had nursed three glasses of wine and felt a bit unsteady.

“No worries. How about we have a night cap at my place. It’s not far.”

Maria was a bit conflicted. She had just met Hank, he was eight years younger, and he exuded a alpha male confidence that was both a bit scary and dangerous. But what sealed the deal, he was a stuntman. Maybe that was an omen. His strong physical appearance and near cocky attitude made her feel weak. He was the kind of guy who knew what he wanted and took what he wanted. She couldn’t say no. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had a desire to relive, with a clearer awareness, her prior encounter with her mystery stuntman.

Hank rented a one bedroom apartment on Fourth Street, only blocks from the beach. He was an avid surfer, but usually surfed with friends in Malibu. Santa Monica was only a choice of last resort.

There was a chill in the air, so Hank lit the gas fireplace and threw on a couple of logs while Maria was in the bathroom fixing her make up.

“Maria, come enjoy the warmth of the fire.” Hank motioned with his head and smiled warmly as she re- entered the room. He was seated across from the fire, bent over the coffee table, rolling a joint.

Maria was drawn to the fire, enjoying both its flickering visual dance and comforting warmth. As she stood before the crackling fire, she watched Hank with fascination as he licked the cigarette paper and rolled a tightly constructed joint. She imagined his tongue doing the same thing to her breasts and clit. The image made her weak kneed. Besides, she hadn’t smoked marijuana in ten years.

“Come on over and share a bit of heaven with me.”

“In a bit. I’m cold.” Maria was mesmerized by Hank’s little ritual. After rolling and sniffing his creation, he lit the joint and took a deep drag, holding it in his lungs for what seemed an eternity, and then expelled a plume of smoke that lifted toward the ceiling.

“Come on. Your missing out.” Hank gently waved the joint , signaling her with a nod of his head to join him.

After warming her body she approached the sofa, took off her suede jacket, and slid down next to Hank. As she collapsed into the softness of the plush material of the over stuffed sofa, her skirt hiked up her legs, exposing most of her upper thighs. The light of the fire cast a soft light on her olive skin, and played on her pale blue blouse, revealing her stiffened nipples. Her breast were full and firm, a smidge bigger than usual. Every month, just before her period, she retained fluids that enlarged her breasts, at least a half size.

Hank looked into her eyes, smiling, challenging her to join him in his euphoric state. She gently took the joint. After staring at it for several seconds, she took a deep inhalation, fighting to keep it down. She succeeded in holding on to the smoke for about three seconds, and then coughed up the irritating smoke. Hank sprung from the couch and returned a few moments later with a pint of rum.

“Here, take a swig. It will soothe your throat.” Hank pushed the bottle toward her authoritatively.

Maria reflexively grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The fluid coated her throat mecidiyeköy escort and provided instant relief. It was definitely the drug of choice. Between the joint, warmth of the fire, the rum, and the closeness of the twenty-six-year old surfer with the body of a championship athlete, she was on fire. She could feel fluids pooling in her vagina. If Hank could read her mind, he would rip off her clothes.

He offered her another hit, but this time she held it with both hands, trying desperately to steady her trembling hands. She inhaled, more carefully this time, allowing the smoke to linger in her lungs. She handed the joint back and laid her head back, gazing at the ceiling.

Hank moved closer, put his arms around her shoulders, and gently kissed her cheek and neck before planting a deep kiss on her full lips. The preliminary foreplay soon morphed into serious petting, lips and tongues engaged in a fiery dance of erotic pleasure. His lips were soft, his tongue playful, eliciting new and intense emotions from Maria’s sex starved body.

His hands slowly explored her body and soon found the satin skin of her thighs and the full softness of her bloused covered breast. He played with her nipples that stubbornly pushed through her bra and blouse, causing her to moan incessantly.

Maria, embolden by the pot and booze, dropped her right hand to his lap, and stroked his Levis covered penis. She caught her breath, then moaned, as she traced the outline of its hardness. Her small hand moved up and down his leg, causing his cock to lurch and strain against his jeans.

As she stroked his still hidden cock, he slowly removed her blouse and bra. She bent forward as he released her full breasts. “Fuck, you’ve incredible boobs,” he growled. Lately he’d dated women with small breasts, girlish surfer types, or those who had their tits surgically enhanced. This was the real deal. His mouth pooled with saliva just by looking at their magnificence.

These were undoubtedly the greatest tits he’d ever seen. He was mesmerized, drinking in their visual beauty before taking them into his hands, first lifting them to feel their weight, and then tweaking the already hard nipples. The more he played with her nipples, the bigger they got. He dropped his head and gently kissed them, swirling his moist tongue around their stiffness. They were like the dainty pinkies of a baby. But the tenderness of the initial kissing soon escalated into voracious sucking, moving Maria to increase her stroking of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried out with increasing frustration. “I’m going to rip my jeans,” he moaned.

“Here, let me help you,” Marie blurted, shocked by her eagerness to see his hidden treasure. She was not disappointed. After helping him with the buttons, he awkwardly stepped out of his jeans and removed his shorts, revealing the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Her husband and a couple of her college boy friends were significantly smaller, and she had only a vague recollection of the size of the mystery stuntman. She had limited sexual experience and had visited only a few porn sites on the Internet. But Hank had them all beat.

Hank collapsed back onto the couch, took Maria in his arms and explored her mouth with his tongue, licking and sucking her tongue into the recesses of his mouth. Maria again resumed stroking his cock, straining to encircle its girth. The more she stroked his hardness, the bigger it got. When Hank moved his mouth back to her heaving breasts, she got a better look at the monster. He had two prominent blood vessels running its length, engorging it with blood.

Hank reluctantly let go of her tits, slid back and gently pushed Maria down on the sofa causing her skirt to bunch up around her hips. He grabbed her panties and slid them off her hips and down her legs. He left her skirt on, pushing it up and out of the way before he lowered his head. He began kissing her lower legs, moving slowly up her full but well toned thighs, before finding his target. He was gentle at first, teasing her by licking and sucking around her pussy. After long moments of teasing foreplay, he plunged his mouth into her cunt, swirling his tongue around the opening, and then licking and sucking on her clitoris.

The oral attention sent sparks of pure erotic pleasure through her pussy, clitoris, and ending somewhere deep in her belly. Her breathing became labored, broken by periodic sensual moans. Her pussy gushed with vaginal fluids, mixing with his wet kisses, causing a torrential stream of liquid passion.

She knew that if he didn’t stop his tonguing, she would explode. The mounting tension was almost unbearable. Just seconds away from a mind blowing orgasm, he stopped and positioned himself above her. She looked up into his blue eyes and blond hair feeling as if she had gone to heaven. He was undoubtedly the hottest looking male she had ever been with. His facial feature were classic all-American hero; his body looked as if it had been chiseled from granite. nişantaşı escort He had broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and thick arms; all of this was complemented by flat abs. His legs were thickly muscled. His cock was from a porno set. She nearly fainted.

He gently rocked forward, sliding his blood engorged cock across her labia and clit. He did this again and again until vaginal fluids leaked down her satin smooth thighs. Only then did he introduce the tip of his cock to her pulsating pussy. It seemed to take an eternity, but he slowly settle his weight on her pushing ever inch of his meat deep into her throbbing cunt. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, disappearing behind her eye lids, as she let out a guttural moan. Within minutes the moans were replaced by howls of unbridled lust.

As she adjusted to his manhood, she threw her legs around his back, pulled his head down to her lips. Her lips and tongue bathed his mouth with deep French kissing. She suddenly slipped her mouth from his and blurted, “Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

He increased his tempo, ramming his thick member as deep as it would go. She clawed his back, clamped down on her legs, holding on for dear life. “I’m cuming … oh, God damn it …”

The walls echoed her cries of passion. Then it happened. Nerves raw with passion fired off jolts of pleasure causing her to launch into a countless series of spasms. Time had nearly stopped, but her spasms continued, leaving her shaking for long lust saturated moments. She had only read about such mind boggling sex. Now she had finally experienced it.

*********

This was the first night of many more. They saw each other regularly until a fateful evening out on the town. She and Hank met Hank’s father at the Sportsman on Wilshire Blvd. in Santa Monica for dinner. His dad, Brad, was an older but bigger version of Hank. He had thick blond hair, graying at the temples, a goatee more gray than blond, and piercing blue eyes. It was evident that Hank idolized his dad.

The evening got off to a great start with dinner and drinks. Later Hank suggested they move on to a club in West Hollywood where they could dance, play pool, and blow off steam. Father and son took turns dancing with Maria, who delighted in all the attention.

Hank excused himself to play pool in the backroom. An hour transpired before Brad and Maria checked up on him. They found him in the backroom, drinking hardy and digging in for a serious game of pool. Maria and Brad found out that there was money wagered so, they left him to his vices and returned to the dance floor for some healthy fun.

Another hour past before they heard a ruckus coming from the backroom. Brad check it out. He found Hank and another guy throwing punches, knocking over tables, and sending pitchers of beer crashing to the floor. A bouncer quickly appeared and threw both brawlers out of the club. Brad informed Maria about the event and they left the club to retrieve Hank. Outside Hank was arguing with the bouncer, threatening to return to the club. He was now staggering about and slurring his speech. Brad stepped in and convinced his son to get in his car. The three left together, went back to the Sportsman, picked up Hank’s car, and Maria drove it back to the apartment. Father and son followed her to the apartment.

Brad and Maria shouldered Hank into the apartment and carried him to bed. He passed out when his head hit the pillow. Brad made coffee and the two of them got more acquainted. Brad revealed that Hank drank too much. He called it self medication. Hank had some deep seated issues relating to his mother’s death. Hank’s father and Maria talked for a couple hours before he drove her back to her home in the Hollywood Hills.

Maria invited Brad in. She wanted to know more about Hank’s past. His drunkenness and public brawling unnerved her. He told her that Hank lost his mother while in high school. He was only fifteen. He called it a night and agreed to check on her later.

Maria got a call the next day. Hank needed to see her. He seemed contrite on the phone. She agreed to meet him at his place around seven.

He greeted her with a warm smile and quickly apologized for his rude behavior. He immediately opened a bottle of wine and lit a joint. “Let’s smoke the peace pipe.”

Maria recoiled from his overture, sensing he was in denial. But he was insistent and forced the booze and dope on her. Once loaded she mellowed, but sensed she was being used.

The evening ended with Hank accusing her of being flirtatious, specially with his father, and failing to back him up when attacked. An argument ensued, tempers flared, and she tried to leave. He intercepted her move, picked her up and threw her down on the sofa. Dazed and confused, she acquiesced, and allow him to strip her naked and engage in rough, unwanted sex. He wouldn’t be denied as he used his weight and strength to subdue and overwhelm her. When he got off he went to the bedroom, leaving Maria physically bruised and emotionally battered.

******

The next day Brad called to check up on Maria. She told him what happened the previous night. They agreed to meet that night at Maria’s place in the Hollywood Hills. Maria put in six hours at the reality office before coming home for a Jacuzzi. She felt dirty, abused, and abandoned. She needed a mature and sympathetic ear.

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Authors Note: This is a rewritten version of my previous “Getting Started Ch. 03: Threesomes”. I am removing that earlier attempt at writing after several editors pointed out my unimaginative technical writing style and lack of “color” in the scenes. I also needed to restart the series with several chapters dedicated to building my main characters.

If you are new to my series, the first three ‘Lifestyle’ chapters explains how they met and became a couple, and why they behave as they do.

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She came out of the bathroom, naked and ready for bed. I watched as she pulled the blanket and sheet back on her side of the bed to climb in beside me. As she crawled onto the bed, she bent over, her 38-D’s swinging freely and her long auburn hair cascading down around her face.

I enjoy seeing her in that position: hands on the bed and bent over. Sometimes as I fuck her from behind, we both watch ourselves in the large mirror on the wall. Or maybe I’ll be sitting on the bed, with her kneeling and hair cascading around her face like this, hiding my cock in her mouth.

Tonight, we were just planning to go to sleep. I put my left arm out as she slid under the blanket and cuddled up next to me. She laid her head on my left shoulder and put a hand on my bare chest. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close.

“This is my favorite part of the day,” she said “… laying here with my head on your shoulder.”

“I enjoy this, too. I like the feel of your tits pressed against me. They get me thinking, and ‘he’ starts growing.”

I felt her hand as she slid it down my stomach to grasp my stiffening cock.

“Hmmm. Are you sure ‘he’s’ thinking of my tits? Or could he be thinking of Sally’s tits you’ll get to feel on Saturday?”

“Sally does have nice tits, just as soft and big as yours. That’s why I held her pressed against me and kissed her for so long in the parking lot. She kisses like you, too, which is also a turn-on.”

“I must admit, she did look hot in those tight jeans and boots. You two looked good together. Sam and I just kissed quickly, then we watched the two of you mauling each other … for five minutes!”

“Didn’t you try feeling Sam?”

“I was doing that while he and I sat beside each other in the restaurant. My hand was on his cock under the table most of the time. It felt nice, and it felt as long as your seven inches.”

My cock was fully hard now, and Jan moved her hand slowly up and down its length under the blanket.

“I’m glad they’re able to join us at the mountain house this weekend. It will be nice to enjoy an evening with them, without the time limit of fucking and leaving to drive home.”

“Yes. But remember, don’t take her in OUR bed! Our master bedroom at that house is just for the two of us.”

“So, you were stroking Sam’s cock in the restaurant? You didn’t tell me that.”

“I put my hand on his leg, you know, like I do when I’m teasing you to get your attention. He reached down to move it up to his crotch. I could feel his cock through his pants, so I slid my hand up and down … sort of like this.”

She let go of my cock, and just rubbed it slowly with the palm of her hand. I felt the pressure building in my balls as she played with me. She moved her hand down to cup and caress my balls.

“I hope Sam took my suggestion and shaves his balls. You know how much I like sucking your clean-shaven balls. I get excited doing that.”

“Sally’s kissing was getting me hard earlier. And you’re going to drive me over the edge if you keep doing that.”

“How do you want me? On my back? Or on my knees?”

“Maybe in your mouth?”

“You know I don’t like doing that very often. ‘She’ wants a cock tonight. And that’s my cock you have.”

“Then he’s going to fill that pussy. On your back, bitch.”

“But I’m your bitch,” she said in a soft loving tone.

Jan rolled onto her back, and I rolled over between her spread legs. I positioned my cock at her entrance and slowly slid into her.

“You seem wet and ready tonight. I didn’t need to use lube, and it slid right in. Thinking of Sam?” I began slowly pumping in and out of her, as I lowered my chest onto her, my elbows on the bed beside her shoulders to support my weight. I put my hands under the back of her head, raising her closer to my left ear.

“Oh, yes. That’s his cock I’m feeling,” she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her mouth close to my ear. “He feels so good fucking me. Pump that cock like you’re fucking Sally! I want Sam pounding into me!”

I slammed my hips hard against her, my cock reaching deep inside. Pulling my hips back, I felt the cock head at her entrance and slammed back in. Then I began pumping hard, picking up speed.

“That’s it,” she whispered almost breathlessly. “Fuck her! … Oh, Oh, Oh …” Jan kept up her fantasy. “Shove that cock into her. I’ll share it with Sally. Oh, Oh, OHHH, YES!”

Jan’s legs wrapped around me, and she began shuddering with her bursa escort orgasm. The image of Sally’s blonde hair and the feel of her warm wet kisses was stuck in my mind, as I kept pumping into my wife. The pressure in my balls reached the head of my cock as Jan described her fantasy. I suddenly exploded inside her as I pressed my hips in one last time and stopped thrusting. I paused, frozen there with my cock buried in my wife and I emptied my load in her.

As the last spasms subsided, I reached to the nightstand retrieving the box of tissues, and I held it for her to pull a few out. I dropped the box on the bed and pulled out one tissue to catch my cock as I pulled out of her.

Jan was wiping herself with the tissues. “That was a very wet one. You must have been really pent-up thinking of Sally’s kisses.”

“You know your moans always turn me on. I love those sounds you make.”

“After 30 years, you and I are still perfect together. It was fun sucking and fucking Brad last month. And I’m looking forward to Sam and Sally this weekend. I know they can’t be better, just different. You are all I ever really need. … We have a great life together.”

“And no other woman will be as good as you.”

“I love you,” she said quietly.

“I love you, too.”

We laid there, cuddled together with her head back on my shoulder. With all tension gone, sleep came easily.

Lifestyle

Over the years, sex between my wife and I became routine. Once the kids were out of the house, we were looking for ways to spice things up, when our friends Fred and June suggested checking out a swinger web site. So, we set up an online profile and started our search for compatible couples.

At six foot three, 200 pounds, with salt & pepper full head of hair, I think I could still catch the attention of some other ladies to explore different desires. And Jan has always complimented/complained about my “package”, as a good thickness but too long to comfortably swallow. So, maybe I could find an adventurous woman who wants to try swallowing my rod.

Jan is a typical MILF, who I’m sure inspired some lustful wet dreams in some of our kids’ teenage friends. She’s about five foot seven and weighs 135 pounds with auburn shoulder-length hair and green eyes. She stays fit with almost daily exercise. And at her height, she carries her weight well, particularly with so much distributed to her 38-Ds.

Our latest search brought us to that dinner with Sam and Sally. They’ve been married almost as long and are two years younger. They too are empty nesters, with their one daughter away in college. Sally is about Jan’s size and build, carrying a few extra pounds, with blond hair cut a little shorter. She looks rather hot wearing tight jeans and knee-high boots. Sam’s a few inches shorter than me with a receding hairline. He’s a former athlete and stays in great shape.

Mountain Retreat

After arriving home from work the next evening, we left for the two-hour drive to begin our weekend at the mountain house. This long drive became just another easy weekly routine after the first year.

We bought the second home in the mountains years ago to help keep the spark alive in our marriage. The house has plenty of space for our kids to visit and spend the weekend, drinking, playing pool, hiking, shooting, or just enjoying the hot tub and fireplace. And it sometimes allows us a retreat from each other, if one of us just wants some private alone time. With the two-car garage there, I can spend a weekend tinkering on my old car to keep it running. Or Jan will spend a weekend alone reading her romance novels or watching chick-flix without me.

I really picked this house with its ten acres of woodland for the type of underbrush. It reminds me of the park in the small town where Jan and I met, and where we enjoyed discovering sex together. Over the years, I’ve cut and marked some paths around the property for our guests, kids, and grandkids to enjoy a walk in the woods. But even our now grown kids have yet to discover their parent’s private clearing deep in the mountain laurel. When Jan’s feeling romantic or nostalgic, she’ll prepare a picnic, and we sneak away for a few fun-filled hours of playtime in that small private clearing.

Since sex is one of our favorite activities at the mountain house, we decided to expand our fun by inviting a lifestyle couple to join us there.

As usual, once we arrived there, Jan and I spent this Friday evening with a quick and easy dinner, then enjoyed a drink in front of the fireplace before bed. Saturday was spent resetting the fireplace, doing some routine maintenance around the house, and getting ready for our new friends.

*****

At 5 o’clock, I heard the doorbell, right on time.

“Come in,” I said, welcoming our guests. “I hope you didn’t have a hard time finding the place.”

“No. The GPS directed us most of the way, until I lost signal,” Sam said. He was dressed in tan slacks and a polo shirt.

“That’s bursa escort bayan why I sent you the map. We’ve had some friends get lost trying to find this place.”

Sally came in and reached her arms around my shoulders, pulling me down for a sensuous kiss. “Mmmm,” she moaned with our lips pressed together, and our tongues exploring. She broke the kiss, still hugging me. “That was a goodnight kiss two days ago. This one is the start of a good night tonight.”

Jan came to the foyer from the kitchen and did the same kissing greeting with Sam. Then she reached down to rub his cock through his slacks. “Hmmm. That feels familiar. But let’s have dinner first. We have all night and tomorrow. Ted, why don’t you show them to their room, then help me finish setting the table for dinner.” Jan turned to Sally. “And don’t fuck him until I’m there to watch.”

“You got it, girl. I’ll keep my hands to myself, until I hear the starting gun,” Sally said and laughed.

*****

We talked over dinner about our jobs and kids. As we were finishing dessert, Jan asked “So, have you had any particularly fun dates with other swingers?”

“Well, there was the first time I set her up with her boyfriend,” Sam said.

“Boyfriend?” Jan asked surprised.

“Carl is a Black guy I contacted online,” Sam said. “His wife doesn’t play. But Sally would get together with him sometimes. The first time they met she didn’t even know about him.”

“Sam told me we were going to have a sexy Saturday afternoon,” Sally continued. “He started by tying me to the bed, and he blindfolded me. I was waiting for Sam to climb onto the bed and fuck me.”

“But after I tied her down, I set up the video camera and I went downstairs to let Carl in. I told him ‘She’s tied up on the bed ready for you. I’ll be back in two hours. Have fun with her.’ Then I went to a bar for a few drinks.”

“Tied to the bed and blindfolded, I felt someone crawl on the bed, then a huge cock I knew wasn’t Sam’s was going into me. He fucked me for ten minutes before he took off the blindfold and untied me. Then I sucked him up again, and his cock didn’t leave my body until Sam came back home. After that, I could call Carl whenever I was feeling really horny. Unfortunately, Carl’s job moved him too far away last year, or I’d introduce you to him.”

“Wow,” Jan said surprised. “We decided we’ll only play with couples where both are involved. I don’t want to be ‘The Other Woman’ in a drama.”

“Carl said his wife knows about his activities,” Sally said. “He said they have an open marriage. But I didn’t confirm that with her. So that’s a good point.”

Living Room

“Let’s take our drinks into the living room and get more comfortable,” I said.

As Jan and Sam walked around the end of the couch, she put her hand on his chest and pushed him back to sit on the couch. She set her wine glass on the end table and dropped to her knees in front of him. She reached for his belt buckle and zipper as she unfastened his pants. He lifted his hips to allow her to remove the pants, revealing his tented erection within his briefs. She then pulled down his briefs freeing his stiffening cock and balls. Grasping his cock in her left hand, I watched as my wife lowered her head to take its head into her mouth.

I turned to Sally, reaching to the back of her head to guide her mouth towards mine. As we were undressing each other, Jan stood to spread some blankets on the living room floor. She shed her clothes and laid down on the blanket, where Sam joined her.

Sally and I undressed at the same time, and she laid down beside Jan.

Sam immediately dove in face first to enjoy Jan’s pussy, while I knelt down between his wife’s open legs. Applying some lube to the head of my cock, I slid into her to start fucking Sally in the missionary position. This lasted a few minutes until Sally told me to lie on my back.

Sally climbed on top of me, guiding my hard cock into her. She slid down that shaft and started riding it. I could tell she was getting excited from her breathing and enthusiasm when driving her pussy down onto it. But she wasn’t quite getting there.

I reached my left hand under and between us to try feeling for her clit. She stopped her thrusts on my cock to give me her pussy’s full attention. I pulled my cock out of her and replaced it with two fingers as I probed for her G-spot. With Sally poised over me on her hands and knees, I massaged her G-spot. I could now feel her body responding.

Looking to my right, I saw Sam now fucking Jan in the same position two feet away. I returned my attention to Sally. I kept my fingers focused on rubbing around the raised spot inches within her. Her breathing was getting heavier, and I could feel her pussy start grasping my fingers as they became very wet. As I continued to rub around that spot, my whole hand beneath her became soaked. I was massaging inside her pussy until I felt yet another wave of reaction from her. The escort bursa wetness was now dripping and running down my hand onto the blanket.

“I can get VERY wet when I’m excited.”

“Well, I seemed to have done the job.” I replied.

“Oh yes. You’ll do,” she said as she climbed off. We shifted to lay beside each other.

We watched as her husband continued to fuck Jan. I was lightly caressing Sally, as Sam stopped and asked Jan to get on her hands and knees to enter her from behind doggy style. They were three feet away from us and I could clearly see his cock slide into her. He started pumping into Jan from behind. Her head was thrown back as she enjoyed the feel of that cock pounding into her.

“Oh…Oh…Oh!”, Jan said as she reacted to each thrust. Her mouth was wide open, and she looked so inviting.

I looked at Sally. “Excuse me. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve always wanted to do this.”

I got up from Sally and went to kneel in front of Jan. I fed her my cock, which she eagerly took into her mouth. Sam and I were spit-roasting my wife, as Sally laid nearby watching us.

I enjoyed the feeling of her lips and tongue as I slid my cock in and out of her mouth. She would open a little wider as she made “Oomph…Mmmph” sounds, somewhat muffled by my cock. She occasionally took it out of her mouth to hold it beside her face, while she focused on the other cock pounding her from behind.

This was the first time my wife ever took two real cocks at the same time. Having two guys pounding into her from both ends seemed to agree with her. I could tell from her sounds and sucking she didn’t want it to end.

I only stayed in this position for about two minutes. The view of my cock in Jan’s mouth while Sam fucked her was getting me closer to my goal. But I was kneeling in an awkward position. I looked over at Sally and asked, “Are you ready for more?”

“Jan shouldn’t have all the fun. I’ll take some of it, too,” she replied.

I left Jan and went to Sally. Lying on top of her, I entered her in the missionary position, and fucked her to finally reach my own orgasm. I became more excited feeling her and trying to watch Jan at the same time. I felt the cum swelling up as I erupted deep inside her.

Jan was still on her knees with her ass in the air but dropped down on her elbows. Sam was also obviously finishing when his thrusts slowed and he stopped. He kept his cock planted in Jan from behind as he unloaded his balls into her.

Sam and I both withdrew from the women, and we grabbed tissues and towels nearby to clean up. The women both said they were spent and ready to relax, too.

We sat comfortably enjoying our wine and spent some time planning our next get-together. Then it was time for bed.

When Jan and I were in bed, I said, “In the living room, I couldn’t resist getting in front of you, when he was fucking you from behind.”

“I loved having your cock in my mouth at the same time. Taking two cocks was a real turn on for me.

“Maybe we could have more than one couple here sometime. That would increase the odds of doing that again, sharing you with another guy at the same time.”

“A swinger house party? I don’t know about that. There’s a good chance one of us would go off with someone in another room.”

“Would that make you jealous, knowing I’m fucking a woman in another room?”

“No. Not jealous. I just like watching you. So, if it’s in the same house, then I guess it would be alright if we were in separate rooms. Just don’t close the door! I don’t want any closed doors between us.”

“OK. The same rule applies to you, too. No closed doors if you’re with another guy out of my sight.”

“And you don’t bring any other woman into this bedroom. This is our room, for just the two of us.”

“Agreed. It’s ok to share you with another guy … under the right conditions. But this is about the two of us having fun, without breaking anything we already have together.

So, we decided it might be alright to relax the same room rule, as long as it’s in the same house and there are no closed doors between us.

Morning

The next morning, I was up first. It’s another of my routines when we’re at the mountain house. Jan fixes dinner, so I always get up before her to clean up the kitchen and make coffee. And I’m always up before anyone else when we have our kids or guests here. It’s not that I’m setting any alarms or obsessive about it. I just pop awake around 5:30 and can’t go back to sleep if others are in the same house.

I was finished with the kitchen clean-up by 6:30, when Sally came to join me, as the coffee was still brewing.

I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her and we started kissing.

“Mmmm. That feels familiar,” she said.

“It does. Kissing like that seems to get me started.” I took her hand and placed it on my pants for her to feel my cock stiffening.

“Well, that’s also a familiar feel,” she said. “But we have to wait for the others. Jan would be pissed at me if I fucked her husband without her here.”

“She and I talked about it, last night. She’s comfortable with us in different rooms, as long as there are no closed doors.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my body, enjoying the feel of her tits pressed against me.

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This is a true story.

My name is Maria, 44, mother of three wonderful children. I live in the provinces in the Philippines, my children are in their early 20’s, still with me as is my Mom. I am a role mother in my community.

My so-called husband walked out of me when I was 22 with three children from him. I stayed with my parents but needed money so went to Manila worked in bars and waitressed. Eventually I met a nice guy who wouldn’t leave his wife for me but adored me and we have had a distant relationship for over 15 years. I guess I saw him once a year, he looked after me and my kids, bought me a house, paid for the kids education so I was able to bring them up.

Looking back, I relied on him too much. I loved him, still do. He left me three years ago, lost his job couldn’t support me. I needed my youngest girl to finish college I was desperate for money and started selling things off. So, I was chatting to a friend in Manila about my dilemma. She said she knew a girl who went to Singapore occasionally as an escort I was shocked, but she gave me the girls phone number.

The girl used a pimp, she called him the Boss. He took girls to Singapore, paid their air fare and accommodation, food. Found them clients through the internet, advertised them as outcall massage girls. He took 60% of earnings. It was good quick money I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I felt humiliated, went to Manila and the girl introduced me to the guy. He’s I guess 50ish, strict, told me what clients expected and asked me if I was up to it.

I was warned that he would want to check my body out, see how well I sucked cock and fucked. Still, I was extremely nervous stripping off in front of him. I wasn’t dating and hadn’t had sex in years. bursa escort He said I had to relax more. I sucked his cock and he fucked me I tried to look as if I was enjoying it. That night I cried. And a few days later I was on a plane to Manila for a month along with five other girls.

I was 42, still slim, and I am naturally pretty not glamorous. The other girls far more experienced than me, and younger. I posed pictures with the Boss for the web site he advertised me on. Sexy, not naked, alluring, stockings and lingerie.

I was dreading my first time. The Boss knew that, so he paired me with an experienced girl. We had to meet this client at his hotel. Waited in reception for him, she was showing me the rules. She said if she didn’t like the guy when he came down from his room she often walked away and told the Boss she went to the wrong hotel.

He was an airline pilot, overnight stay in Singapore maybe mid 40’s American he looked OK so we went ahead and introduced ourselves, his eyes all over me I was as nervous as hell. We have to text the Boss when we get to the hotel, text him when we get to the guys room as the guy would have paid by the hour and text when we get the money, always first. We had to text when leaving the room after doing the guy so the Boss knew when to expect us back. So maybe he could book us out again.

The guy wanted to shower with us, I was so nervous stripping off he said I was gorgeous, we soaped him, he caressed us, we stroked his cock the girl suck him then I did. Dried off with towels and then to bed either side of him, stroked and sucked him and he wanted to fuck me. The girl rolled a condom on him I straddled him and fucked him, trying to relax. He caressed my breasts bursa escort bayan and so I became a prostitute at 42. And the girls taught me the tricks of the trade.

I hadn’t had regular sex in years, my skin started glowing, I started enjoying the sex, relaxed more, chatted to the guys not just a quick fuck. One guy fucked me three times in the two hours he paid for, we had chemistry, it was great. He was handsome, Greek guy. We went to his room, he could see I was nervous, I was wearing a black dress. So we drank wine on the balcony, after a while I let him kiss me and so it started. He took my panties off there, fingered my pussy as we kissed, I felt exposed but loved it. We ended up fucking on the balcony, me naked bent over the rail, it was dark, but anyone could have seen. I loved it.

I learned tricks to make more money, the girls taught me. So, if a guy paid for a massage, which the Boss would know and expect his 60%, I would massage the guy in a towel as I didn’t want to get oil on my dress. No bra but panties. Of course, I wanted him to pay me more so I would tease his balls and cock just a little, ask if he wanted a special massage. He would pay more if I jerked him off, even more if I removed the towel and he could play with my breasts and if he wanted to fuck me of course even more money. The Boss never knew.

One time the Boss had a request for four girls for a party. These four Italian businessmen were celebrating a big deal they won, their Boss treating them to a fun night. He booked four of us for the night. We went to their hotel met them in the bar. Their Boss paired us off, we had drinks and the Boss said we should go play for a couple of hours before dinner. I went to the escort bursa room of the guy I was paired off with. We showered, sucked, licked, stroked. In bed I rolled a condom on him, he was big and it split. I didn’t have a spare so I BJ him, he didn’t fuck me.

We met up with the others for dinner, they had champagne, everyone happy and high. I was pretty drunk. Flirting with another guy, the guy I was with pretty laid back. Drunk too. Their Boss invited us all back to his hotel suite. When we got there he told us girls to party, to strip off and dance. The other girls stripped off, they paired up, dancing, taken to bed and sofa’s. I had taken my dress and bra off, too drunk to do much, went to shower to sober up. The guy I had been flirting with at dinner followed me into the bathroom, kissed me, caressed me, ran the shower and we showered together. I bj him he licked my pussy. The bathroom had a glass door, we could be seen but I didn’t care, I was too horny.

We walked back into the room, I was naked, lay on the bed, two girls were having sex there with their guys, another on the couch. I told the guy I had been with in the shower to lick me to make me cum. Then I bj him again, on my hands and knees, feeling hands on my hips. I looked back the Boss was erect wearing a condom wanting to fuck me so I relaxed took him doggy. Still sucking the other guy. The Boss turned me over, fucked me rigorously on my back, the other guy saying don’t cum on his cock cum on mine after. The Boss cums in me pulls out and the other guys takes over, fucking me immediately. We both cum together, was loving the intensity of it.

That was the wildest night. I did mostly one guy a night, sometimes two, made a lot of money and put my girl through college.

One of the girls taught me how to come back to Singapore on my own, without the Boss. So I have freelanced twice. I made much more money, got picked up in bars and have a few regulars I call when I go to Singapore.

Then the pandemic came, and I haven’t been back since. Maybe soon.

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There are times you have no idea how lucky you are. Then there are those times you feel like the luckiest person on the planet. The night after we went clothes shopping was one of those nights. We were driving back to my house where she told me she wanted me to put “on her favorite outfit” when she looked along the road. It was the same area we went dancing that one time. She had that look in her eyes that I learned by then meant she had ideas.

“Penny for your thoughts, my pet,”

“Can we go dancing tonight? It’s been too long.”

I smiled knowing full well what happened the last time. It became a beautiful night, especially with the making out at the dance club. I looked over at her and just nodded my head. She got excited before she undid her seat belt and hugged me. I kept control of the car enough to get home. As I walked towards my door, she caught up with me and was excited. We made it into the house before she ran to my room. By the time I followed, she already had a nice dress shirt picked out.

I put the bags on my bed before she started digging through them. I was not sure what she would find until she found those jeans. They were a nice stone washed color that Wrangler made. She smiled at me as she put them under the dress shirt.

“Kind of a western motif, huh Romeo?” she asked as she smiled.

She gave me a few deep kisses before she left me alone to get ready. Based on what happened the previous time, I went without underwear. The denim felt different against my naked skin. I silently hoped that the time in that position was temporary. It was around a half hour before she returned wearing this dynamite dress. I never saw it on her before, but I felt totally outclassed. She was a knockout. She leaned in for another kiss before performing a pirouette for my bursa escort benefit.

“Do you approve, Master?” she asked me seductively.

“You’re lucky we need to get going or I would show you how much I approve,” I responded.

She took my hand and led me outside where we went to her car. We started back towards the strip when she stopped at an unfamiliar place. She looked at me before she told me where we were.

“Before we go in, I want you to know that you can let loose tonight. I want you to be you and enjoy yourself. This night is all about you to show you that I care about you. Does that make sense, Romeo?”

I looked at her questioning what she meant.

“Is this a gay bar?”

She stopped for a second, then started laughing uncontrollably. She looked at me before she calmed down.

“That was too funny. No, Romeo, we are at a different type of club. Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely,” I answered quickly with no regret.

We walked towards the front door where the door man took out cover charge before we walked in. When I looked around, I saw a bunch of scantily clad women walking around. There was one on the stage dancing around a pole who was already topless. My neighbor brought me to a strip club.

“Do you want to sit close to the stage or in back, lover?”

I looked at her and followed. She led me to a spot far from the stage where we sat down, and a gorgeous redhead came by to fill our drink orders. My neighbor chose a rum and coke while I did just a coke. She looked at me before I assured her that I would be fine. Truth was that I was always careful drinking outside my house. It was kind of a control thing.

As this gorgeous brown-haired person walked up to us to chat, my neighbor’s hand grabbed mine. Then she smiled.

“Nikki, is that bursa escort bayan you?”

“Hello sweetheart. Is this the hunk you brought to class with you?”

I then recognized her from the class I went with our neighbor to even though she had more clothes on then. Her bottom was amazing and her outfit, though revealing, was classy. They started to talk a bit while I sat there, nursing my coke before my neighbor leaned over and kissed me.

“Nikki offered to give you a lap dance. Want to?”

I looked at her eyes and saw that she was excited. I nodded my head. Nikki and my neighbor took me to a separate room where Nikki sat me down in a chair. My neighbor sat next to me with a little distance to allow me to enjoy it. It was three songs and Nikki’s movements had me super excited. As she got up and kissed me on the cheek, my neighbor was all smiles. Once Nikki walked away, my neighbor took her spot and started to wiggle her butt to the music before she leaned in to kiss me.

“She’s so hot. Hard to believe she is a mother of two preteens. Still, watching her rub against you was so hot. What did you think?”

I responded by grabbing her ass as hard as I could before kissing her.

“I think we need to find a place to fuck.”

She smiled.

“But don’t you want to go dancing?”

I smiled.

“Lead the way, Amor.”

We made it back to her car before she started to drive. It was about fifteen minutes before we found another strange building. I looked at my neighbor who reached over and rubbed my cock through my jeans.

“I think we’ll have a place here that I can relieve that for you, Master.”

She led me inside, and I found ourselves in a room with darkened lights. I followed her until someone pointed us to a different room. It was a small room escort bursa with just a love seat. She pushed me onto it and went to her knees before she undid my zipper and pulled out my cock.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She smiled before licking my cock up and down.

“I found this place online. It is a swinger’s club. I figured it would be the perfect place to release some tension before we go dancing.”

She slowly started to take me down her throat before she started sucking. It felt like a welcome release after her friend was rubbing herself against me at the strip club. She was being very methodical in the way she was taking me in her mouth and down her throat. It was not long until there was a small audience watching. It pushed her as she started really getting into her movements. I started feeling my cock began that familiar feeling before she stopped and looked around. Her hand was still stroking me as she was getting up and slid onto my lap to slide me inside of her.

A bystander said, “Can I get in on this?”

She looked at him and smiled before she responded.

“I am good. Thank you though. These holes belong to him and him alone.”

I leaned in and kissed her before she started to shake on me. I felt my cock shoot inside her. She stayed on my cock for a good five or ten minutes before she slid off, taking me into her mouth once more.

“It’s gonna be hard to dance with your cum inside me, Master,” she said seductively.

She went back onto my lap after she cleaned me off where we shared some kisses on our lips and wherever else we could reach. My hands grabbed her ass tight again as we made out.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked.

“Why would I be, Amor? You’ve been an exceptionally good girl.”

I accented the last part with a kiss on her forehead as she giggled.

“I thought for sure you were going to try to fuck Nikki. I was so surprised you didn’t. Why didn’t you?”

“Simple. Your name isn’t Nikki.”

She slapped my shoulder.

“Smartass.”

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This story is in continuation of the previous parts. This part explores the story of how Akansha Mittal came to be seduced by their driver, Aslam.

Akansha’s narration-

It was 12:00 am in the night. I was waiting anxiously for my parents to come and wish me. I was acting as if I was asleep, as I always liked the surprise which I used to get for my birthdays. This being my 18th birthday, it was really special for me. I heard my mom trying to wake me up. “Akansha, Akansha beta, please get up, we have a surprise for you”. I, acting as if I just got up from sleep, rubbed my eyes and asked my mom why she woke me up at this time of the night.

She immediately kissed on my forehead and wished me “Happy birthday”. Behind her was my father and my sister. Then my father immediately closed my eyes and took me out to my room veranda and opened my eyes. In front was a white Maruti car. He also kissed on my forehead and handed over the keys of the car to me. I was almost in tears and couldn’t say a word.

I then hugged both my parents and thanked them. My sister pulled me downstairs towards the car. They then made me cut a cake which was placed on the car. I hugged my parents once again and said I couldn’t thank them enough. My dad then gave me few warnings and precautions about the car and my driving. Typical fatherly words.

The next day morning I got up early in excitement. Got ready in a jiffy, had my breakfast, took my parents blessings and left in my car to the temple. My best friend Niharika knew how to drive, but I did not know. After reaching the temple, we got the pooja done for my car. I was unable to wait anymore, as I was thinking about the party I was going to throw in the night to everyone. The party was planned at a posh pub and I invited all my friends to it.

My dad asked Aslam, our driver to do double duty, i.e. late night shift only for today knowing that I would be late to home that night, being my birthday. He said the driver would take me to the party, stay there till the party got over and drop me back home in my car. I happily obliged as I understood my father’s worry.

I ran into my room immediately to get ready. I being pretty tall had long legs but unfortunately had a huge butt. This made the short gown extremely short as my huge arse lifted it more. I quickly changed into the skirt. The skirt was also short but better than the gown. I wore an off-white colored shirt over the skirt. The shirt being little transparent I had to wear a black spaghetti top inside it. To complement the dress, I wore the same off-white colored heels. I wore a shrug over my shirt and wore a tight jeans under my skirt.

I know my dress looked funny with the shrug and jeans, but I had to wear them for my parents so that I wouldn’t give them a mini heart attack. I then put my best perfume and light make-up. After getting ready my phone rang and it was almost 9:00pm. It was my friend Niharika over the phone, asking me to pick her. In a hurry, I ran downstairs, kissed my dad and mom good bye and asked the driver to take me to Niharika’s house.

After getting into the backseat of the car, I removed my shrug and the jeans. After picking up Niharika, we reached the place by 9:45pm. I being a non-alcoholic, didn’t booze at all. But Niharika was a heavy drinker. We had amazing fun till 12:00 am, the time the cops show up. By that time, Niharika was in her happy own world. She was so drunk that she was barely able to walk. She being shorter than me, I could carry her to the car. But it was not as easy as I thought, as she was little chubby. Mind it she wasn’t extremely chubby, but the kind of chubby any guy would love.

I made her sit in the front seat and kept the window open so that she would get some fresh air. I got into back seat of the car and asked the driver to drop Niharika to her house. Her house was pretty far. I than called my parents and told that I am on my way to drop Niharika to her house.

We were going at a good speed and front window was open. Niharika was leaning back on the back of the front seat. She also wore a short skirt and a shirt. But she didn’t tuck in her skirt. Due to the wind her skirt, all of a sudden, blew upwards and exposed her milky thighs and her panty.

First I didn’t notice it but when I saw the driver looking at her for some time, I immediately came to know about it. I then in a jiffy moved little forward and put her skirt back into its position. But unfortunately Niharika was not allowing to hold her skirt back. I then closed the window on her side and got back to my place. Once again Niharika pulled her skirt up and asked the driver to the increase the AC blower. I was trying my best to get her skirt back to position. The driver seeing my difficulty said that it was ok and leave her, he promised that he wouldn’t look that side. I don’t know why but I blindly believed him and sat in my place.

After a couple of minutes, I fell asleep. But all of a sudden, I started hearing some strange sounds and I got up. To my shock the sound was of Niharika moaning bursa escort in pleasure. I immediately looked towards the driver, being the gentleman I expected him to be, he was just watching the road. I got up and saw Niharika. She was rubbing her pussy over her panty and moaning loudly. I just didn’t know want to do. My best friend was trying to masturbate in front of my driver, in a car, on a road where I couldn’t find any living forms other than the street dogs. I just asked the driver to stop the car and got out to get Niharika to the back seat.

I opened the door and found her trying to remove her panty. I pulled her hands back and put the skirt back to its position and tried to lift her but was unable to lift her. Seeing my difficulty, the driver offered to help me. I didn’t know what to say but accepted his help as I wanted to help Niharika. He came to the other side and lifted Niharika in his arms and placed her in the back seat.

While getting into the backseat I tripped over stone and fell down. Till then I thought it was my best birthday but for the past half an hour it has turned into a nightmare because of my drunkard best friend Niharika. The driver tried to lift me and while helping he placed his arms around my hips which made my heart stop and I was scared to the core. But he gently placed me in the back seat and went to his place. That was the first time a guy has placed his hands on my hip. It made really scared but somewhere in the corner of my heart, I had a tingly feeling.

I wanted to get back to my home as Niharika was in a really bad state and I cannot drop her to her house in this condition. My home was another 1 hour away from this part of the city. I was still having a hard time holding Niharika’s skirt back in place and my leg was really hurting from the fall. But the real twist came from Niharika, in a fit of anger that I was not allowing her to do anything, she ripped apart my shirt. Luckily, I had my Spaghetti top on. I thought of leaving the driver there and driving back my way. But I knew I won’t be able to handle Niharika in this state and drive the car.

Then the driver in a low voice said it would be better for me to leave her on her own as she would embarrass me more if I hold her back anymore. Though I knew he spoke too much for a lowly driver, I felt it was good idea as it would be better to embarrass herself in front of a driver rather getting myself embarrassed. I left her hands and leaned back and acted as if I was getting into sleep as I didn’t want to see what she would do to herself. As soon as I left her hands, she lifted her skirt and started rubbing again. She then slowly put her one hand on her boobs and started massaging them. I saw the driver who was still looking at the road and driving. I then saw Niharika’s panty which was really wet. Seeing that I don’t know why but I had an itchy feeling in my pussy. Slowly Niharika removed her shirt. She was in her bra.

Then the driver looked back, I acted as if I was asleep. He was going really slow and watching Niharika in between. I was too scared to say anything to him. After making sure that was I asleep, he took his phone and started taking pics of Niharika, who was in her bra with her skirt moved up. I was sweating heavily and scared as shit. I didn’t know if I should shout at him and take the phone or leave him so that he wouldn’t do anything to me. And my dear friend Niharika was in her own world, her eyes closed, she removed her skirt and started rubbing all over her tummy and boobs. She had a small cute tummy due to her chubby nature. The driver then left the phone in video mode I guess and he was driving very slowly looking at the road. But I was happy that video capture would be bad as there was no light. By the time I looked towards Niharika, she was completely naked and masturbating. This was the first time I saw another girl naked.

She had very good boobs which were firm and pink in color. She also had her pussy shaved. She was masturbating vigorously and moaning loudly. Looking at her made my pussy wet. Then I looked out of the window and found that we were in a deserted area. The driver suddenly stopped the car and looked back. I once again closed my eyes and acted as if I was in a deep sleep. From my half closed eyes, I could see that he was taking few more pics of my friend. By now Niharika completely passed out and fell on me. She was lying stark naked on me. I noticed that the driver stopped taking pics and started removing his pant. I was scared as hell and my heart was beating faster. Crazy thoughts were running through my mind.

At one point I thought of jumping out of the vehicle and running away or hitting the driver with a rod. But then I realized that I couldn’t leave my best friend behind and where would I find a rod in the middle of nowhere. I then became scared. I did not want to lose my virginity on my 18th birthday, and that to, with a Muslim driver. Then again I looked at the driver, he was masturbating with one hand and running the other all over bursa escort bayan my friend. He then sprayed his cum all over my friend. He himself then took a bottle of water and wiped my friend all over. While wiping her, he ran his hands all over her body. He played with the nice firm boobs, he then massaged her small tummy, he even smelled her pussy.

After playing and cleaning her, he got back to his seat and was just relaxing. He was neither moving the car nor wearing his trousers back. I was getting restless at the back. But somewhere I was relived that he didn’t do anything to us. In fact it even turned me on. After Approximately 10 minutes he turned back again. He then lifted my friend who was lying over me. I really couldn’t understand what he was going to do. He slowly lifted my top and removed it. I didn’t move a bit. I was hating it and enjoying it at the same time. I was even ashamed of myself for letting him do it. But I knew I was helpless and somehow I felt confident that he wouldn’t do anything. He then pressed my 34d boobs over my bra and he slowly slid his hand under my panty.

As soon as I felt his hands over my pussy, I shuddered. He jumped to the back seat and sat between my friend and me. My friend, still passed out, was lifted by him and he made her lie on his laps. Her boobs were touching his thighs and her face was really close to his dick.

He was ogling all over my body. Again he got back to my pussy. All this was making me wet. I didn’t leave out any moan because if he came to know that I was enjoying it, he would definitely insert his tool into me. I can’t deny that I was enjoying it, but I kept my fingers crossed that he would not penetrate into me. He played with my pussy for some time. He then felt both our bodies completely. His hand on my flat tummy made me ooze some more fluids from my pussy. When he was done feeling our body, he moved the front seat forward to the maximum position and he sat down facing towards me, between Niharika’s legs. I could see his wet tongue all over her pussy.

I just lied there unable to move, I completely forgot about my pain due to the fall. After a couple of minutes, he inserted his dick in Niharika’s mouth and she almost puked, but luckily he removed it from her mouth, I guess he wasn’t comfortable with the position. As expected he inserted it again slowly in my friends mouth and started moving front and back. Soon he shot his load all over my friends mouth and face. I was happy that she was passed out or else she would have puked all over his dick.

He got dressed and got down to get to the front seat and drove us back home within no time and stopped our car little far off my home. He groped my boob and started waking me up. When I opened my eyes he removed his hand from my boob and placed it on the knee. He said we were at home and asked me to dress my friend. I had the extra key to the back door. I don’t know why I felt like this but, I told him that’s ok he could take us back home like this and I requested him to carry my friend to my room, to which he happily obliged.

After reaching my home, I quietly opened the back door. He carried Niharika, stark naked, in his arms and started towards my room. My friends assets were crushed to his body and I can’t explain the scene in words. Just imagine a guy carrying my friend stark naked towards my room and parents sleeping inside. While he was carrying her, I clicked some pics from my mobile, without his knowledge. He put her on my bed. I thanked him and him Rs. 500 as a tip. He just smiled and went away.

After getting fresh, I laid on my bed and started thinking about the incidents that happened. I wasn’t able to decide if it was a great birthday or a bad one. But luckily I experienced something new. I had nude pics of Niharika and the best part was that I could pull my friends leg with all those pics that I also clicked.

The next morning, I expressed my desire to get a driving license to my dad and he readily agreed. It was decided that from next week I will start learning driving. I suggested to Dad that I join a Driving school but Dad told me that since we have a permanent driver Aslam, he can teach me driving.

When my Mom opposed the idea, my dad told that there is nothing wrong in a male teacher teaching me how to drive. On the contrary he was telling me that a male will have more control over the vehicle in case I loose control. Next day morning I woke up early, took bath and dressed up in a long t-shirt and a jeans. It was morning 5 am and the road was empty. Aslam told me to do some stretches so that my body can become more agile. He asked me to bend and touch my toes with my fingers. He went and stood behind me. I reluctantly tried to bend forward but I was unable to do so. He silently stood behind me. Once satisfied he took me to the car.

He asked me to start the car. I did it but it failed to start as I was not giving enough force to it. He asked me to move back and cautiously turned the key hard enough to start the vehicle escort bursa without touching me. I stopped it and again tried it and this time I was able to start it. I was happy. He smiled at me and gave me thumbs up signal. He taught me how to put the car in gear and press the accelerator. It jerked to a stop every time I started it.

But after doing it a number of times I was now successfully able to move the car forward. I cautiously took the car for a round. But I then realized that I was a sloppy driver. I nearly went and hit a lamp post but for the timely action taken by him to press the brake by putting his leg between mine to stop the car to a sudden halt. That was the first contact of his legs on mine. He quickly pulled back his legs and told me to be more careful. I told him that I was not feeling very comfortable with power steering.

He told me to that he will guide my hands from then on. I again started the car but this time he slowly placed his hand on mine and slowly turned the steering so that the car won’t go off the track. I was wearing a t shirt and don’t know why a shiver ran through my spine when he touched my hand. He then left my hand after sometime and let me control the steering. He then placed his hand on my bare arm and applied some pressure to control the car movements. I did not oppose to any of his moves which gave him more confidence.

He let me go home after 45 mins training and asked me come back tomorrow same time. I went back home thinking about the events. Dad enquired about my progress I told him what I had learned and he seemed impressed.

Next day morning, I wore a short shirt and jeans. He again made me do some exercise. He served me hot tea also. We again started the same routine story of starting the car, putting into gear. He now had confidently caught hold of my hands and guiding me to drive in a straight line. He lightened his grip on me and told me to change gear to 3rd. I did as I was told. I increased the accelerator and car started picking up speed.

He told me go easy on the speed. But I was somehow pressing the accelerator too hard. I looked at the speedometer and it read 70. I was shocked. I was going way too fast. I looked at him. He then did what I never expected him to do. He placed his hand on my knee and slowly lifted my leg thereby reducing the pressure on the gas pedal. He told me to look straight and drive and not to worry about the speed as he will adjust it by applying pressure on my knee. I slowly looked down to my legs.

He had initially kept his hand on my knee but now I felt that he was moving it up a bit towards by thighs. I tried to concentrate on my driving. He meticulously applied pressure on my leg now to speed up or slow down the car.. His hand was on my thighs over my jeans now. I felt he was slowly rubbing it. I tried to ignore it. He then suddenly removed his hand from my thighs and analyzed how I was doing without his support. Without his hand, I was pressing the accelerator too hard. I managed to cross 80 kms/hr mark.

I was really not able to control the speed. Suddenly a big truck came into view, even though it was at a considerable distance from my car. I started to panic and my hands begin to shake. As the truck came closer. I brutally turned the steering to the left making the car go off the road. He looked alarmed. He screamed at me to press the brake and I slammed the brake with all my might. The car skidded to a halt. I was pulled forward and my chest slammed against the steering wheel. He was pushed toward the windscreen.

I was still shaking. He told me relax. I was not able to. There was no other vehicle on the road. He slowly adjusted my seat so that I was now in a 150 degrees angle. He asked me to cool down and close my eye. My body was shivering. He then kept his hands on my shoulders and made me lie back on my seat. With his hands he closed both my eyes. My legs were shaking. He opened the window near my side and let the air hit me. I felt cold. He then slowly kept his hand on my thigh. He tried to slowly caress it. I regained my senses and opened my eyes.

He again motioned me to close my eyes. I reluctantly closed it again. He started gently massaging my thigh. His hand now moved slowly towards my inner thighs. I felt a tingle of excitement between my legs. He asked me take in deep breaths. I took in a couple of deep breaths. I wanted to tell him to remove his hands from my thighs but something in me stopped me from telling him that. I kind a liked that feeling.

After a while he told me that he will drive back and he asked me come at 4:30 am the following day where traffic will be even lesser. I was feeling drowsy. I somehow managed to reach home got ready for college. All the while in college I was thinking about his hands on my thighs. Was it on purpose that he tried to massage it, was it just concern?

I wanted to find out. The next day morning I woke up early and decided to test him. I wore a shirt and a skirt. Not a mini skirt but it came till my knees. It was made of a thin silk material. As i walked towards the car, I had to hold the skirt from being blown up in the wind. No one was awake at that time, but I did not want to take any chance. I saw him sipping tea. He looked different today. He was wearing a short, actually a very short one… a tight one…he wore a t shirt.

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‘I shall be a water sprite,’ the announcement rang clear and determined through her head. It’s funny how at the strangest moment memories come back to you. The vivid memories of an eight year old standing up and announcing to her class that she was going to be a mermaid when she grew up, the sniggers and the looks of surprise from her teacher unfazed her, she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. “That’s nice m’dear, but mermaids can’t have babies” “Why?” “Because…. They can’t. Thank you. You may sit down. Now Michael what do you want to be when you grow up?”

That was the end of career goal discussion for our little mermaid.

“I shall be a water sprite because mermaids don’t have pussies,” her mind repeated. Now twenty-five years old, mature and wiser girl thought as she waited by the water for her ferry. She smiled, she had found her place, after endless searching she returned to her favorite, the sea. She adored everything about it, the peace it gave her, the caressing waves, even the coldness. It was the one thing that accepted her as she was.

Everyday she would meet her favorite, sit in her preferred seat in the corner of the ferry, come rain shine or wind she would enjoy her solitude and her beloved dance in front of her. The sea was her solitude and comfort. It strengthened her before facing a gray and black corporate world, and every night it would comfort her as she was carried. But tonight was special; tonight she was making an offering to the sea.

Waiting for the ferry was always an arduous process, a few weeks ago she had escaped to the more dirty side of town with the sole purpose of buying herself a vibrator. Her introverted nature and lack of good male partners had left her aching for sex. Her fingers weren’t enough, and finally she gathered up the courage and raced to a sex shop and bought her first vibrator. Her lips lifted in a wry smile as she remembered her first attempts with the thing, fumbling with the soft pink jelly vibrator. But oh! The pleasure! That night she slept with it on, her body soaked with sex, her nipples sore from her own tweaking her lips tender from biting back her screams. She loved it, and went back to buy her friend her butterfly vibrator. It was like having a cock in her pussy and lips on her clit all day. On weekends she would wear it as she cleaned, imagining her lover coming in and fucking her doggie style as she cleaned or pushed her over the coffee table and feasting on her pussy while all the curtains and windows were open.

Returning to the present, instead of lingering at work she left 5pm on the dot, stopping briefly in the women’s toilet to insert her friend, then with short clipped steps she raced down to the ferry, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach and in her pussy. Tonight was the night, she had a vivid dream recently, dreaming that as she was sitting in her usual spot on the ferry wearing nothing but her black silks, when her entity glided up and sat next to her, her sea god. Blonde with brilliant blue eyes he whispered, Bring your butterfly friend, tonight bursa escort I want to play with you, make you cum. I want your orgasms; they will be your gift to me. I will rock you with pleasure and desire. She had woken up, her body throbbing with desire for her sea god.

“All aboard!” the sailor shouted, and her reverie was broken as passengers shuffled onto the ferry. Usually she would look around, and acknowledge her fellow passengers, the old lady that lived up the road, the geek with his walkman and Microsoft sling bag, the old tired businessman with weird tie taste, the smiling blue eye man. She always had a smile for him, for once he had held the ferry back for her, but tonight she was too distracted to see him. Settling in her spot she waited for the stragglers, her sea god rock her just gently, reminding her that tonight was the night. Her butterfly nestled inside her panties, its soft wings pressing softly against her clit and bare lips.

At first she enjoyed the fresh tangy air and the wind, and unconscious a happy smile floated across her face. Then it started, her favorite was working his magic on her body tonight. She loved the way the boat rocked her, slow comforting movements pushing her from side to side. She loved making her offerings – it was like making love to a god-like being. A masterful entity rocking her on her beloved butterfly tucked inside her white panties. She was imagining his powerful hands on her waist rocking her hips on his cock, whipping her into a stormy frenzy. Her legs tensed as the ferry tilted on the back waves, the movement causing her friend to plunge in further as if to hide in her dark safe cavern away from the outside. Her hands tighten on her knees as she absorbed each ripple of pleasure and then the anticipated pleasure as it splashed back against her sensitive skin and fell backwards. A gasp as another set of tilts came – One two three… one two three hard thrusts and then there was no more. Breathing shakily she imagined her sea god, pausing mid thrust to play with her nipples, tweaking, nibbling sucking them just the way she liked it. She bit back a moan of frustration as the slow rocking commenced. Over and over this happened, eagerly she awaited the tilts that would heat her blood, rocking her closer to her orgasm. She loved the slow build-up, her pussy creamy, craving more rocking, the hips twitching as her body took over the pleasure building.

The ferry slowed to dock at the first station, the jerk from the ropes drew a gasp from her lips as her eyes opened, and a gasp of a different sort came out. Sitting opposite her was her sea god. His eyes watching her, watching her sweet nipple distend her black dress, enjoying the flush of lust tinge first her face then trickle down her body. He was there watching as the tilts drove her into a sexual frenzy, he was watching as he was playing with her body. His distended trousers showing that he was just as much affected by her show. Wordlessly he held out his hand. The boat then started off again the movement plunging bursa escort bayan her little fucker into her, One two three plunges then nothing more. A whimper of frustration emitted and she looked up again through the haze of lust. His blue eyes brilliant and intent, his blonde hair whipped about by the tumultuous wind. His hand still held out to her, a smile of promise contoured on his lips. Come to me.

Cautiously she reached for the offered hand, her mind battling with her body. Her mind echoing the age old dire warnings from her mother about strangers, her body instinctively knowing that the man in front of her was the source of her pleasure. She hesitated but the sea was an impatient entity and its rocking pushing her hand into his grasp. Immediately he pulled her onto his lap.

His hand wrapped around her waist, her hand held on tightly. Her body tense, unsure of what he would do to her, his free hand smoothed her shoulders, as his voice offered sweet low murmurs promising not to hurt her, the sea rocking the couple as they traveled to their destination.

Slowly but surely her body remembered the desire that was glowing in her, and it flared to life as her sea god stroked her body, letting the embers flare into life, into living want. Rippling through her body and the rhythm seemed more intense with his arm around her waist. She swayed with the boat, her pussy and her clit tickled by her butterfly, her butt cleft teased by his hard rod. His hand moved down to push her toy more firmly against her as his other hand crept up to her aching breasts. Pinching and tweaking her nipple as she raced up to her orgasm.

I want this man, her mind announced and what Eva wanted Eva was going to get. Her desire so great, she ached to feel his lip on her, and turned her head to viciously kiss him. Her fingers deep in his hair, holding him still as she fed veraciously on his lips and tongue. Breaking off briefly she turned around and straddled him, grinding her vibrator against his hard shaft, moaning against his lips, his hands reaching under her skirt to grip her butt cheeks rocking her on him, relentlessly. All the time she fought to keep her eyes open to stare into his soul through his clear blue eyes, but the lust he created was intense, her eyes closing down her portals aching to be blocked or contained so her pleasure could be contained. His hands had shifted down to release himself and to tear her panties and butterfly away. His hard shaft bucked against her bare pussy, parting her swollen lips, coating himself with her juices, lubricating their motion. He was biting her nipples through the slinky fabric of her dress. Her hands clawing his shoulders as her lust induced rocking rubbed her excited clit against his tip.

The boat rocked again, riding cross-waves. Adding to her movements pushing her up against her to sink back down onto his cock. She stiffened as she sank down on him, her pussy clamping on a new foreign object. Her eyes flew open startled by the action, he smiled at her, and cupping escort bursa her face drew her down for a soft kiss. Bewildered she allowed herself to be kissed, soft seducing kisses luring her back into her oceanic fantasy. His hands rocked her hips as he consumed her lips, his cock buoyed by the swaying ferry, pushing him gently up inside her. He was a patient man, after all he had been watching her for months, enjoying her movements, she reminded him of a mermaid, her long hair loose and her expression of pleasure as she was carried across the sea. Tonight she was his. Plucking up the courage to approach her. Only to find her caught in a self induced web of desire. Instinctively knowing she wore her toy tonight, after all he had visited the same shop once and recognized the bag and the nervousness that he had felt when he had made his purchase.

His cock felt glorious in her pussy, it felt like he had come home, found its place. Her pussy was tight, sucking, hot and so wet. He fought the urge to thrust into her, instead letting the waves push him into her, a slow cadence. His lips returned to worrying her nipples as he tried to distract himself from the hot pussy in his lap.

She drew back and watched his face tighten with concentration as he fucked her. Using her hips she raised herself so that her pussy lips were only just parted by his tip. Towering over him she looked down and watched his facial expression as she slide back down. Buried down face to face with him she smiled mischievously as she tightened her pussy around him. His pupils dilated and his nostrils flared before returning her mischievous smile. Retaliating by reaching between them with her thumb pushing against her clit. Fuck me he mouthed, pushing his hips up grinding his cock and balls into her shaved pussy.

They had plotted this course and they would reach their destination. Kissing him again as her hips began slowly to grind she could barely hear him for she was concentrating on stifling her moans and whimpers. His cock filled her totally, stretching her hot tight little pussy wide open. Her muscles clamped around his cock with each thrust, nails digging deep into his shoulders as he guided her hips up and down forcing her down on his cock, faster and deeper.

His hands gripped at her waist and he shoved her deeper onto his throbbing cock, each thrust making her muffle a scream. Trickles of sweat were running down her cleavage and he would lick them from her and then grunt and thrust hard up into that tight hot pussy again, until finally they were both spent and their screams and moans swallowed by a savage kiss as they came together rocking the boat with its intensity.

Breathing hard, she rested against him, her head on his shoulder, his hands smoothing her back through the black cloth. Comforted by their union, she drew back to look at him again; kissing him on the nose she slowly relinquished her pussy’s hold on his cock. Standing up she could feel his cum trickling down her leg. Automatically he tidied himself, he watched her, unsure of his reception now that the event had passed. Would she accept him? He waited for her answer.

The ferry had almost completed its journey and her stop was next. Gathering her bags she smiled and took his hand and led him off the ferry. After all she had given the sea her orgasm and the sea had given her love.

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“Hello.”

“Hi dad,” the voice on the phone said. “What are you doing this afternoon?”

“Nothing planned son. Why do you ask?”

“I need a big favor.”

“Ha ha,” I chuckled, “imagine that.”

“No seriously dad, you know that audition I went on last week?”

“For that reality television show?”

“Yeah, I got a call back.”

“Great, so they liked you, huh?”

“I hope so, but hey, it’s a chance for a nice paycheck.”

“Yeah, well, I imagine anything pays better than cleaning pools.”

“Dad, that’s what I’m calling about. I figure I can make all my calls today except one. It’s way out in Huntington Beach and even if I made it and got the pool done the drive back would kill my making the appointment. You would really save me if you could make that call for me.”

“Huntington Beach, eh? Well, I guess I could go out and see Jack this evening.”

“Hey, great idea. Irvine is right up the road from this client. So you’ll do it?”

“Yeah, why not. I could use a little sun on my face.”

“Fantastic! Look, I’ll send you the directions and stuff by e-mail. You’ll need to come by the shop to pick up my truck. You know where the keys will be. It’s a sweet job so I can’t afford to lose the contract.”

“That’s cool son. You don’t need to convince me. I already said I’d do it.”

“You’re a lifesaver, dad. By the way, after seeing your legs in shorts the other day, I’d say you need sun on more than just your face.”

“I love you, too, son. What time is the appointment?”

“It’s at three. Thanks again dad. I gotta run…’Hey! Where’s your fuckin’ signal, asshole!’…Sorry, damn tourists. Tell Jack I said, hello.”

“I will…. And take it easy out there!”

“Yeah, I will. I’ll call you tonight.”

“Okay, bye Brandon.”…….*click*

Brandon’s business had really blossomed from the weekend enterprise it had sprung from. I guess his hard work and dedication was paying off. I didn’t see him nearly as often as I use to. It only seemed like yesterday he was always coming by asking for a loan. I had to admit, that boy had always made good on his debts. I couldn’t deny him his request. He was right too; I could use some sun on my legs. Smartass!

I looked at my watch. Hmmm…11am. “Well, I’ve got a few hours to kill,” I said out loud. I decided to sit out on the patio and write for a little while. Thoughts had been flowing for a few days and I needed to jot them down before I lost my muse. It wasn’t getting any easier to remember things as I approached my 50th birthday. I had begun to feel my age. I collected my journal and as I opened the sliding glass door, I heard the fax line ring and the whir of the machine as it printed out Brandon’s directions. I moved the chaise into the sun and settled in to accomplish “great feats of creativity.”

Two hours later I awoke from my apparent nap. My journal was lying face down on the stone patio. I hadn’t written more than a few lines. What disturbed me most was the sting I was realizing coming from my reddened legs and face. I was sunburned, big time. I looked at my watch. It was nearly half past one. I picked up the journal and went inside to shower.

The water was soothing at first. My legs were pretty toasty. I turned up the hot water to try to draw the heat out of them. It was more than I could handle. I rinsed my hair and stepped out into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I smiled at the image facing me. “Not too bad for an old guy,” I remarked to myself. Though I was just a few months away from my birthday, I didn’t see an “ole dude” standing there. Yes, I felt that way some days but the Lord had been good to me. I still had all my hair and had managed through the years to keep the excess weight off. I was in great shape, all things considered. My hair was really beginning to get long, so, I figured if I was going to make the appointment I’d just have to brush it, pull it back, and let it dry on the way. I dressed quickly, choosing to wear shorts again to keep the pain of the burn from bothering me. An old tank top and some deck shoes completed my ensemble. I grabbed my keys and a “Dew” from the fridge and headed for Brandon’s shop.

I arrived at the shop and found the truck parked in back. The keys were in the usual place. I’d grown accustomed to helping my son with his business when the seasons changed. I checked for chemicals and jumped in the truck to start the air conditioner. It was getting hotter and I knew my crispy legs would appreciate the cool air. “Damn!” I forgot the directions to the house but there on the dash was an envelope with my name on it. I opened it, finding the directions and a note saying…’Knew you’d forget the data, so here…Brandon’ The kid had me pegged. I headed away from the shop on the road to Huntington Beach.

Traffic was relatively light for early afternoon. The pickup rumbled along the highway at an easy pace. The Huntington Beach exit appeared on the horizon. The radio announcer said the time was 2:30. I realized I was going to be early. At the traffic light at the end of the exit I glanced at the directions Brandon had so thoughtfully provided. The house was only a few blocks away. I pulled into a hamburger joint and grabbed a bite to tide me over until dinner then proceeded up the palm-lined Anadolu Yakası Escort street turning right when I got to the intended one. This area of Huntington Beach was relatively new to me but the streets were well marked and I had no problem locating the house. “Hmmm…42135…yeah this is the place,” I thought to myself as I pulled into the alley access. The driveway was long and narrow and lined on either side with privacy fences. I pulled into the parking area and parked the truck.

On the fence near the gate a sign directed me to ring the buzzer. A minute after I did so, a voice blared from the intercom asking, “May I help you?” My reply was simply “pool service” and instantly I heard the sound of the latch being remotely opened. I pushed the gate and entered into a well-maintained courtyard. The pool was straight ahead. I propped the gate and proceeded to unload the tools I’d need from the truck stacking them inside on the concrete sidewalk. When I reached the pool there was no sign of anyone so I started the routine of checking PH and chlorine levels. I heard steps on the balcony but as I looked toward the sound I could see only the movement of curtains at the sliding glass door. Moments later a maid appeared, acknowledged my presence, and told me if I needed anything to use the pool house facilities.

The pool was average in size for an in-ground one. There was a diving board and chaise lounge chairs at opposite corners. There were several tables and a phone sitting on one of them. My survey noted that the house had three stories with a balcony on each. The house was lined with windows that seemed to wrap the house in glass. There were clay tiles on the roof and it appeared to be a well-kept place. The lawn was manicured and I could smell the roses growing in an adjoining garden next to the pool house. It was quiet.

As I finished adding the chlorine and checking the pump next to the pool house I realized I was getting thirsty and entered the pool house to help myself to the beverages the maid had spoken of. Inside I found a refrigerator filled with soda and beer. There was also a well stocked bar. I grabbed a coke and continued looking around the room. Suddenly, I heard a splash. I wheeled around looking out the large window but could not determine what had caused it. I went back outside to investigate. When I reached the edge of the pool I caught a glimpse of the origin of the disturbance. A head popped out of the water and there in front of me was a young woman.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, “Where did you come from? I didn’t think anyone was here.”

“Pool service ma’am,” I said. “I was in the pool house.”

“I won’t be in your way long, I just needed to cool off a bit before I started studying,” she said as she pointed to a stack of books on one of the chairs. “I love to study out here in the sun. It’s so refreshing by the pool.”

“You won’t be in my way,” I replied. “I’m just taking a few minutes before I start vacuuming.”

“Great,” she quipped and disappeared below the water’s surface again.

I lit a cigarette and sat in one of the chairs across from the one she had pointed to. I watched as she swam a few laps and then made her way to the ladder. She went under once more and as she surfaced, she flipped her hair behind her and climbed out of the pool grabbing a towel that lay next to it.

Her hair was dark, shoulder length, almost black and her obvious love for the sun showed as she was deeply tanned. She was short. I estimated probably only five feet in height. Her legs seemed long for her stature but I figured the cut of her bathing attire attributed to the illusion of their length. She wore a bright pink bikini that covered just enough of her to keep her “decent” for mixed company. Her body was well proportioned but not exceedingly over-developed. Her bust was moderate but the bikini top was tight and gave the appearance of greater endowment. I guessed her to be in her mid-twenties. I had yet to see her face clearly. She dabbed at herself with the towel and walked quickly to a chair next to her books, slipped on a pair of sunglasses and sat down facing me.

“I’m Jen,” she said. “You’re not the regular pool guy.”

“No,” I answered. “Brandon is my son. I’m just helping him out this afternoon. He had a pressing engagement to attend, so, here I am.”

“Hey, Brandon’s dad,” she replied. “Could I bum one of your cigarettes? I’m trying to quit but I don’t have much will power. I don’t think I’m going to be able to do it.”

I nodded and walked around the end of the pool toward her. As I approached I could see how smooth and dark her skin was. The pink bikini contrasted her color quite nicely. Although the sunglasses covered her eyes I could tell she was quite lovely. Her high cheekbones and angular jaw reminded me of several models I had seen and her hair, still wet, had a deep reddish tint to it. Her lips were thin and as I neared she smiled, showing her pearl white teeth. I handed her the pack of cigarettes.

“Thanks! Oh, and my brand too,” she exclaimed. “Got a light? No pockets!” She said as she patted her hips and laughed.

I fumbled for the lighter in my pocket, then extended my hands close to her face as I flicked it for the flame. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan She puffed the cigarette lit and took a long draw from it, inhaled and blew the smoke out slowly.

“Ah,” she said. “Damn, I love the taste after I’ve been swimming. Here, sit down, take a load off.” She gestured to the chair next to her and settled back in her own, throwing her head back to bask in the sunlight.

We chatted as she smoked and she told me about her major in college. I learned she had waited to go and that in fact, she was nearing her thirtieth birthday. She didn’t look it. On occasion, she’d peer over the top of her shades giving me glimpses of a pair of warm brown eyes that were so dark; I could see my reflection in them. She had a very engaging personality and I figured she was one of those people who never met a stranger. It was a very pleasant few minutes. I told her I needed to get back to work and she agreed.

“Hold on. Would you mind terribly, putting some lotion on my back?” She asked.

I hesitated for a moment but returned to her side. She reached into a small bag sitting with her books and removed a jar of coco butter. Then without another word, she reclined the chaise, flipped on her stomach and untied the string that cinched her bikini top.

As I applied a layer of coco butter on her back and legs she remarked at how soft, yet strong my hands were. She told me I had a masseuse’s touch and how wonderful my hands felt on her. I was embarrassed but with her back towards me she couldn’t see my blush. Of course, with the sun I had gotten earlier in the day I’m not sure she would have noticed anyway. I couldn’t believe how incredibly soft her skin was and the smell of the coco butter was adding a sensual feel to the procedure. When I finished she thanked me and relaxed into a semi-sleep as I went about my appointed task with the pool. I rubbed the excess butter from my hands onto my arms.

The water was calm and ultra-clear as I vacuumed the bottom of the pool. It only took me about 20 minutes to complete but at some point she had flipped back over in her chair. She was lying bare breasted and seemed to be watching every move I made as I began to put away the hose. At first, I became a little uneasy at the sight of this young woman exposing herself to me but soon began to think that if it wasn’t bothering her, it certainly wasn’t going to bother me. Her breasts were as tan as the rest of her body. Her areolas were dark from the sunning and her nipples were slightly erect and were perched beautifully on her modest breasts. Apparently, she was very comfortable with herself and was no stranger to being nude. I felt a stirring within and my heartbeat picked up a little. I caught myself watching her watch me. She picked up the coco butter and began applying it to her chest, stomach and legs. I could see her nipples react to the manipulation of her hands as the butter glided on her skin making her skin appear darker.

Her voice broke the silence. “You know, you could use a little of this on those legs of yours. That’s going to be painful if you let your skin dry out. Coco butter is great for moisturizing. Come here and put some on before you go.”

Somewhat reluctantly, I obliged. I reached to get the butter but she wouldn’t give it to me. She motioned me closer, scooped out a portion of the butter and began to gently apply it to my left calf. Her hands moved quickly, knowingly over my calf and knee then slowly she moved up to my thigh. I winced a bit as the application covered the worst of my burn. She noticed and slowed her pace. She continued with my right leg in the same manner as the first rubbing the butter, first on my calf and knee, then slowly again over my thigh. The process was creating a deep yearning inside me. It had been a while since I last encountered the touch of a woman. Her fingers slipped under the hem of my shorts and grazed my balls.

Startled, I attempted to take a half step backwards but she grabbed my hand to stop my movement. I looked down to find her looking straight into my eyes. She had a very subtle smile on her face but her eyes were telling of her desire as they peered over her sunglasses. She reached with her free hand and removed her shades and I could see she meant to have me. I was shocked.

“Young lady, what could you possibly see in me?” I asked. “I’m old enough to be your father.”

“I’m drawn to older men and I know you’ve been watching me because I was watching you. If you can look me in the eyes and convince me you have no desire for me, I’ll walk away as if I’ve never seen you. But!” She exclaimed, “I don’t think you can do that.”

She was right! The touch of her hands on my legs had already started my motor. As I gazed into her dark eyes I could see she was sincere and the bulge in my shorts was beginning to be quite apparent. I wanted to tell her it was wrong for her to want me but my own desires were taking precedent over my will. I couldn’t get the words to come out of my mouth. I was entranced by her eyes and intrigued by her brazenness. I just couldn’t believe she was even remotely interested in me.

The silence was deafening and seemed to last an age. My thoughts were running wild and the churning inside Escort Anadolu Yakası was creating an insurmountable quickening of my heartbeat. The look on my face must have given her the answer she awaited because she placed her hand on my crotch and gently patted my enlarging member. I didn’t move. Hell, I couldn’t. My legs felt like lead weights had been tied on them. She slipped off her chair and knelt in front of me on her knees. With her right hand, she pulled the gather string while her left hand began to tug on my shorts. She carefully pulled them over my reddened thighs and as they passed my knees the shorts fell to the concrete. Her eyes widened as she viewed my cock in its semi-aroused condition.

She placed one hand on my ass and pulled me closer. The other hand busied itself with my balls as she opened her mouth and began to take my cock into it. Her mouth was warm and her tongue was incredibly wet as she moved slowly over the head of my cock. I could feel my manhood stiffen further as her movements became more deliberate. Deeper in her mouth she took me until there seemed no room for more. Her head tilted back slightly and her eyes contacted mine once again. They were sparkling as if to tell me she was thoroughly pleased with her progress. I touched her cheek with my hand and she slowly drew her lips over my erection until only the head of it remained covered. I felt her tongue dart feverishly around its entirety but her eyes never lost contact with mine. Again her mouth plunged over my cock taking me deeper than I imagined her capable then slowly she pulled away. She repeated the action several times and returned to manipulating her tongue on my head. My cock was swollen and completely engorged and as she slide her mouth back and forth I felt my knees weaken. The pleasure was becoming overwhelming. She stopped and withdrew her mouth pulling my legs to her chest. I grasped her arm pulling her to her feet and kissed her for the first time.

We stood there embracing for several minutes; my erect cock against her soft stomach. The coco butter she had applied earlier increased the sensation of her smooth skin. I wanted to take her right where we stood and she was ready for it. “Wait,” she said and motioned for the pool house. I acknowledged and slipped my left arm under her knees and lifted her against my chest. We kissed as I carried her the short distance to the pool house and with her free hand she opened the door. Once inside, I lowered her feet to the floor. She pulled the strings on the side of her bikini bottom and the pink fabric slid to the floor revealing a small patch of raven hair. I cupped her firm butt in my hands and pulled her to me once more, kissing her shoulder. She lifted my tank top and as I pulled it over my head she playfully tugged at my nipple with her teeth. Again I grabbed her ass with both hands lifting her body to mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist, placed her hands behind my neck and hung from me as I walked the few steps to a barstool. I placed her on it and dropped to my knees. The smell of the coco butter was strong but the aroma of her pussy was enticing. I spread her legs and she shifted her weight back against the bar, propping herself with her elbows. She kept her head leaning forward in an effort to watch as I began kissing her thighs; moving slowly closer to my objective.

She sighed as my mouth found her portal. My tongue was probing the opening of her lips and I lingered when I contacted her clit. She was already becoming moist. My cheeks slid freely over her thighs, lubricated by the coco butter, as I licked and kissed and nipped her shaven pussy lips. I drove my tongue inside her, carefully extending the contact as I passed over her clit as it exited. I placed my finger inside her and continued to lick the soft exterior of her womanhood. I gently pushed a second finger inside her and spread her slightly to access her clit more readily. The swelling of her clit was becoming prominent and I sucked it into my mouth, ardently flicking the tip with my tongue. She sighed again with deeper feeling. The nectar of her body was flowing and I knew this young woman was ready to take me.

I stood and gestured for her to do the same. I turned her back toward me and pushed her body forward over the barstool. I could see her face in the mirror behind the bar. She was watching me. I squatted slightly and positioned my throbbing erection between her legs; the head of my cock touching her nether lips. As I straightened my legs my cock slid smoothly into her. She moaned. I placed my hands on her hips and drew her down over me, pushing my cock deeper by lifting my heels off the floor. She had become a willing rider and it was my intention to give her everything I could muster. For several minutes I drove my cock deep, deep inside her wet, warm pussy. Her sweet juices lubricated my cock so it slid effortlessly within her. I reached around her and found her clit, rubbing it as I penetrated her. She writhed in ecstasy. I looked in the mirror again and saw her eyes were closed as she held her head back enjoying the full feeling of the passion that was filling her. Her eyes opened wide as I thrust myself deeper and increased the pace of my stroke. Her soft butt was jiggling each time it contacted my belly. The sound of flesh pounding flesh became louder and quicker as my rear assaults reached a frenzied rate. She was ready to cum and I could feel her inner muscles begin to contract and squeeze my cock as it slid in and out. The sensation was having its affect on me as well. I could feel the dull ache of my balls as I approached my own orgasm.

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Before you read this story I just felt the need to make a small disclaimer letting you know that this story has minimal plot, so if you are looking for something with a deeper story to it, then I would advise you to look at one of my other stories.

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This is just like the plot of a bad porn movie. I think this as I am standing behind the plumber that has come to take a look at the leaking pipe under my sink.

Due to the current state of the world, he is the first guy I have had in my home for months and from the moment he stepped inside, I have been unable to stop myself thinking about him laying some other pipe than just what he might have to replace under my sink.

He is currently on his knees with his head under my sink and I am standing there, looking at his ass and wondering what it would feel like if I squeezed it with my hands while he was pumping his dick in and out of me.

I am more than a little aroused. My nipples are hard against my shirt and I have a tingling feeling between my legs that is slowly getting more insistent.

He, on the other hand, has been nothing but professional since he knocked on my door. He even called me ma’am when he first greeted me, despite the fact that we are probably around the same age. I, of course, immediately asked him to call me Lexi, my full name being Alexis, and he in return told me to call him Chris.

I had tried making some small talk, but it was kinda awkward with his head being buried under the sink. I did learn a few interesting things before the conversation dried up though. He is single, having gotten out of a relationship a few months prior. His prior relationship was with a woman, so I know he is into women. He also told me that business has been slow the last couple of months, so he doesn’t have any other appointments today after mine.

All of this, of course, made me very aware that there is nothing stopping the fantasies in my mind from coming true. Well, nothing except me not having any clue how to go about making it happen.

This would be so much easier if it actually was a porn movie. If it was I would either just bend down behind him and put my hands on his ass, or I would somehow end up bending over, with him having to bend over behind me to reach something, making his hard penis come into contact with my ass.

Part of me wish that I had the courage to just ask, but I have never been that forward. Even thinking about it puts images into my head of how humiliating it would be if I asked and he said no. Rationally I know that it wouldn’t matter, since I am likely never going to see him again after today, but that doesn’t really help.

So I am left standing there, starring at his ass and getting hornier by the minute.

Before I can come to a decision, he moves out from under the sink and starts to stand back up.

As he comes to his feet I can’t help but let my eyes drift down to his crotch and imagine what is hidden under his pants.

He clears his throat, making me look up and meet is eyes. “Ma’am, I mean, Lexi, was there something else you wanted me to take a look at.”

Realizing that he must have seen where my eyes were looking and that I have been unconsciously rubbing my legs together, I blush and look down.

He takes a step closer to me. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”

I quickly snap my eyes back up to his face and see him looking at me with a crooked smile.

“I was just…I…” Unable to figure out what to say I stammer something unintelligible.

“You Anadolu Yakası Escort were wondering if I had a different kind of pipe for you hidden in my pants?”

Ignoring the fact that his line would be bad, even for a porn script, I quietly nod, still having a hard time looking him in the eyes.

“Well in that case…” he says as he moves towards me.

He puts his arms around me and roughly pull me against him. He moves one of his legs forward, pushing it in between mine and applying pressure against my jeans-covered crotch.

The feeling of his thigh against my lady parts and my breasts pushed against his chest is enough to make me let out a moan.

Leaning his head forward, he catches my mouth before the moan can fully escape and I feel his tongue push into my mouth in a hot demand.

I meet his tongue with my own in a deep kiss, while I slide my hands around his back, clenching my hands in the back of his shirt and pulling his body against mine.

I can feel the thigh between my legs repeatedly flex and relax, sending small waves of pleasure through my body.

A little surprised at my own sluttiness, I can’t help but start rubbing my crotch against his thigh, moaning loudly into the kiss, as the increased friction spikes my pleasure level.

After a few moments of this, Chris reaches his hands down onto my butt and lifts me up from the floor as if I weigh nothing. I hang on tightly with my hands and wrap my legs around him to help make sure I don’t fall. This changes my position, so that instead of his thigh pressing between my legs, I now have something else pressing against me. I can feel his hard cock, throbbing through both of our pants and I can’t help but rub myself against it in reply.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chris mutters as he briefly breaks our kiss to turn his head and look behind him.

Not wanting my mouth to be lonely, I lean forward and put my lips against the side of his throat, gently sucking on it while letting my tongue slide out between my lips to lick his skin.

At this Chris lets out a groan and I feel my nether parts respond by clenching and sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

Still holding me with his hands on my butt, Chris turns around and carries me a couple of steps. The reason for him looking behind him becomes apparent as he lowers me down onto the countertop.

After putting me down, he tries stepping back, but I am not ready to let go, so I tighten my arms and legs around him, keeping his body and that wonderfully hard rod in his pants, against me.

Chris gives a small laugh before reaching behind him and grabbing onto my hands, gently trying to pry them apart. “I can’t take off your pants unless you let me go.”

At this annoyingly logical argument, I let him pull my arms from around him and release him with my legs.

As soon as I release him, Chris steps back, putting some space between us, and reach down to the front of my jeans

He makes quick work of the buttons, before reaching to the side of the jeans and hooking the edge with his fingers.

“Could you lift that cute little butt of yours for me, Lexi?” he asks, as he gently tugs on my jeans to make his intentions clear.

Using my hands to brace myself, I lift my butt from the counter to allow him to slide down the jeans.

Chris pulls the jeans down and, hooking my panties on the way, leave me naked from the waist down.

Lowering myself back down onto the counter, I feel a shiver run through Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan me as my naked flesh make contact with the cold stone.

My eyes are pulled to Chris’ hands as he moves them to his belt and opens it, followed by the button and zipper on his pants. He grasps the waist of the pants and push them, along with his underwear, down. As he lower them, his penis springs free and bounces up, pointing straight out from his body.

At the sight of his penis, I feel a clenching in my lower parts and I am sure if I got up from the table now I would leave a wet stain behind.

With his dick freed, Chris moves forward until he is right in front of me. Grabbing the side of my thighs, he gently pulls me forward until I am sitting on the edge of the tabletop.

Reaching down and grabbing his penis, he closes the last distance between us, moving forward until the head of his hard cock makes contact with my wet folds.

I let out a loud moan at the contact and lift up my legs, bending them around him and lock my feet together behind his ass.

Moving his penis with his hand, he slowly moves it up and down my wet slit, moving from my hole and up to my clit and back down.

Moaning again, I softly push my feet against his backside, urging him to enter me.

He positions his dick at my opening and slowly starts sliding it inside me.

At the feeling of his cock slowly spreading open my hole and moving inside me, I lean back my body until I am laying on my elbows on the countertop, the effort of keeping my upper body upright being too much for me to handle. I lean my head back and let out another moan, this one deeper and longer than the previous ones.

Spurred on by my reaction Chris push forward harder, pushing his penis all the way inside me.

At the sudden intrusion I let out a loud shriek and I feel the walls of my vagina clench around the invading member, as a wave of pleasure crashes through my body, immediately pushing me towards orgasm.

After pushing all the way inside me, Chris holds still for a few moments, to give me time to adjust to the feeling of him inside me, before slowly pulling almost all the way out. Just before his penis would have left my body, he moves his crotch forward in a sharp movement, driving his penis all the way inside me again and eliciting another shriek from me.

He continues doing this, slowly pulling out, before quickly pushing all the way back inside. Each thrust inside sends another wave of pleasure through me and forces another loud sound from my lips.

As he continues he seems to lose his control of his outward movements, slowly increasing their speed until they start to match the speed of his inward thrusts.

His continued hard thrusts make a loud slapping sound as our bodies slap together. The sound no longer being accompanied by shrieks from me since his increase in speed means I can no longer get a full breath between his thrusts. My breaths now comes in small gasps as I fight to pull in air only to have his thrusts push it out of me again.

The pleasure builds until my orgasm comes crashing over me, each of his thrusts setting off an explosion of pleasure deep inside my vagina. The continued explosions of pleasure seem to enhance each other until I start losing my sense of the world around me, only feeling the continued movement as the hard rod continues to push its way in and out my body and the pleasure it elicits.

After what feels like forever and yet way too Escort Anadolu Yakası short a time, I start becoming aware of the world around me again. I feel my breaths still coming in short gasps, as my heart pounds in my chest trying to push the blood through my body as quickly as possible. At some point during my orgasm, I must have lost the strength in my arms, as I am now lying flat on my back on the countertop.

Chris has put his hands around my hips, holding onto me to avoid his pounding pushing me back and away from him. He is still thrusting in and out of me rapidly and his movements have taking on a frantic pace. As my awareness of the world around me starts to return, I notice that his breathing has sped up and that he is making small groaning moans of his own.

With a loud groan he suddenly throws back his head and push his penis all the way inside me and hold it there. I feel his penis flex and a spurt of semen ejaculate from it and into my waiting hole. As he releases he cum inside me I feel a wave of pleasure shoot through me. Not as powerful as my previous orgasm, but enough that I feel the walls of my vagina grab onto and then release his penis. He pulls partway out and then push back inside again and release another spurt of hot cum. He continues doing this 4 more times, each of his releases accompanied by a wave of pleasure and a clench of my vaginal muscles. After the last spurt he leaves his penis inside me. It still makes small flexing movements, that send small waves of pleasure through me, but they rapidly grow weaker until they stop completely.

He leans over me, both of us still breathing heavily. As his head reaches mine, he gently brush his lips against mine. The kiss is light as both of us are still struggling to get enough air, meaning we need to keep our mouths free.

He places a couple of more light kisses on my lips before pulling back. As he moves back, I feel his dick slide out of my hole and after it I feel his cum slowly start to leak out of my hole and run down the crack of my ass, sliding over my asshole before dripping down to the countertop below me.

Lifting myself back onto my elbows I watch him pull his underwear and pants back up, having never taken them completely off.

“Wow, that sure was something,” he says.

Starting to feel a bit awkward, I don’t really know what to respond, so I just say, “Yeah, it sure was.”

Looking at me, letting his eyes slide over my naked form, he moves back to me and lowers himself down until he can reach my mouth with his. He puts his lips against mine and pushes his tongue against them, demanding entry. We kiss deeply for a few moments before he pulls back.

With a crooked smile he says, “please let me know if you have any more pipes you need me to lay for you.”

With that, he winks at me, before moving towards the door and leaving.

Still naked, covered in sweat and feeling his cum slowly run out of my well used hole, I lean back down and just look up at the ceiling above me. Thinking of the situation I can’t help but let out a laugh at how accurate my initial thought that this was just like a porn movie was.

Still laughing I get up and go to take a shower.

———–

So, yeah, this was just a random little fantasy I felt like writing down while taking a break from writing something longer and with more plot to it.

As the main character points out the “plot” in the story is something that would fit in a cheap porn movie and the “lines” are largely equally cheap. Feel free to let me know what you think of it. Was it too cheesy or did it work? Regardless I had fun writing it and will probably put out more simpler stories between the more plot heavy ones, simply because it is easier to write and, as mentioned, it is kinda fun.

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Movies had always been her passion, ever since she was a little girl. She’d pretend to sleep until she was sure her parents were convinced, only to sneak back out to the living room to watch an old black and white movie on television. The women were always so glamorous, so together. Laney always wished she could be together like that. She has always been extremely shy. A very pretty girl, many guys had tried to court her, but she never knew how to talk to them. She’d missed many a chance over her fear to simply say hello. So she disappeared into the world of her movies.

She always went to the same place, a small greasy-looking place hidden at the end of a small strip mall. She preferred it to the antiseptic-looking brightly-adorned chain video stores. Here she could find movies those stores wouldn’t dare touch. Even though she’d first been afraid to go in, she quickly got over her reservations and fell in love with the place. It was much more comfortable than the chain stores and there was a strange kind of charm to the on-the-verge-of-bankruptcy feel of the jumbled shelves and dusty ceiling fans. It also had an adult video section, unlike the other stores.

She had first wandered into the section completely by accident, thinking it was just another room, missing the sign above the door which warned her ahead of time. Once she caught sight of the naked bodies twisted and contorted into strange positions on the boxes, she quickly realized her mistake. Though she wanted nothing more then to run from the room, she found her feet rooted, unable to leave. Quickly looking around to make sure no one else was coming in, she walked over to the racks to get a closer look. She picked up one of the videos. The looks on the women’s faces suggested ecstasy, yet the acts looked graphic, almost painful.

The covers were very graphic, showing penetration and oral sex, as well as bondage and various other sexual acts. In spite of herself, Laney could feel a stirring between her legs. She shifted her stance and swallowed hard, placing the video back on the shelf and turning to go. She walked with her head down, her hair lightly brushing her cheeks which were flushed with sudden desire. Who would have thought they would have affected her so much? She had just reached the door when she finally looked up just in time to find someone standing there. She drew in a sharp breath, her heart beating a mile a minute.

“Hi there,” the guy said, smiling easily and leaning against the doorway, blocking her exit. Damn! Now he would think she was a pervert!

“Ummm..hi,” she mumbled, swallowing hard and wanting nothing more than to get out of there.

“See anything you like?”

“Excuse me?” she exclaimed, caught off guard. He was so good-looking, and they were in this room-was her face giving her away?

“In the room,” he said, eyeing her closely, seemingly amused by her embarrassment.

“Uh, no. I don’t watch any of this-“

”Really? Why not? It’s very entertaining,” he said, smiling mischeiviously and leaning against the shelf, seeming to enjoy watching her squirm.

“I don’t think so. In fact, I think I’d better go…” she paused before going out the door. She noticed that he only moved slightly so she had to squeeze past him. She could feel the heat of his body as she passed, and caught the tangy scent of his cologne which caused a moistness to form between her legs. She swallowed hard, her knees shaking slightly as she finally managed to squeeze past him. He watched her every move, shifting ever so slightly closer to her, trying to calm the rage building in his own pants as he took in the slight swell of her breasts under her shirt, the nipples poking gently through the fabric. He composed himself long enough to respond to her.

“If you must,” he said slowly, watching as she quickly moved toward the door once she regained her full strength in her knees. “Come again!” he called after her just before the door closed with a bang.

Once Anadolu Yakası Escort she got to her car, Laney jumped inside and collapsed against the seat, letting out a huge sigh and trying to ignore the stirring between her legs.

For the next few days she drove past the store but didn’t go in. She missed her movies, but she was too afraid to indulge. The clerk had gotten to her so much she couldn’t get him out of her mind. She’d been going to this store a while and had never seen him before. All of the other workers there were old, ugly, or just not her type. This guy was an Adonis.

She parked her car in front of the store and watched him. He sat at the counter engrossed in a book while a movie played behind him. His long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he wore a tight black t-shirt which clung to the bulges in his arms. He reached up to turn a page and the muscles in his arm rippled. She found herself wishing she could lick every one of those ripples. She watched him, growing more excited by the moment.

She closed her eyes, imagining him holding her with those powerful arms and kissing her. She licked her lips, her hands sliding below her waist to touch her throbbing wetness. How could he turn her on like this so much? She slid a finger in, the muscles gripping it tightly and sucking it, making a soft slurping noise a she slid it in further, slowly drawing it back out and then back in, groaning as she imagined him kissing her there, fucking her with his tongue with the force her finger now exerted. At this thought she came explosively, falling against her steering wheel and hitting the horn momentarily. Embarrassed, she quickly fell to the seat, still breathing hard from her climax, unable to believe she’d gotten so carried away. Her breathing subsided and she slowly came down from her high, composing herself and waiting another beat before she straightened up, quickly putting her car in gear and getting out of there as quickly as possible. She couldn’t believe she’d actually allowed herself to get so carried away! She only hoped he hadn’t noticed.

The man in the store watched her departure out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself. He knew she’d been watching him. It turned him on to know he turned her on so much. While she pleasured herself he could feel his cock pressing painfully against his jeans. He touched it through his jeans, trying to ease the pressure. He looked up finally, catching her tailights as they pulled out of the parking lot. He only hoped next time she’d come in.

That weekend Laney as usual, had nothing to do. She longed to rent a movie but didn’t know if she could face the man at the store. She hated to go to the movies because the trailers were never like the movie. She preferred to read the boxes, to take her time and select just the right movie. After working hard all week, watching movies was the only way she could relax. But what if he’d seen what she’d done? The embarrassment was just too much for her to think about.

After pacing her apartment most of the night, she finally decided she couldn’t let one person stop her from her passion. She grabbed her coat and headed for the door. As she waited for her car to warm up, she found herself drawn to the moon. The top was covered by clouds and had the look of a half-lidded eye. That’s just how she felt-half-awake, half-alive. Always afraid to commit to anything fully. Never opening up her eyes enough to see the real world, never waking herself up enough to join in and live it fully. She jammed the gear in reverse with a new resolve. For once she was going to live her life to the fullest extent. What was the use of living if you didn’t take at least one chance?

Her resolve held until she reached the store. She passed by and glanced in, catching a glimpse of the man. Her heart lept then dropped when she saw him helping an attractive brunette. She was no match for that woman. She scolded herself for not Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan doing her hair or even putting on makeup. If she was going to try and seduce someone, she needed to be better prepared. She parked her car and watched them with growing apprehension. They seemed to be really into their conversation. He leaned in, smiling and animated as she watched him, entranced and reserved as she listened. Laney was about to start her car to leave when she noticed another man walk up and join the conversation. He put his arm around the woman and she turned to him, showing him the movie she’d been discussing with the clerk. As she turned away, the clerk looked up, meeting Laney’s eyes through the door of the store. Laney froze but met the gaze, willing herself to stay and finish what she’d started. As he watched her she knew she’d done the right thing in coming there. Now she just had to wait for the right time to make her move.

She waited until the man and woman left and slowly gathered her breath and her nerve. She noticed him straightening up as if he were about to close up. It was now or never! She quickly got out of the car and walked into the store as casually as possible.

He looked up as she walked in. He smiled at her in recognition, secretly glad she had come late so no one would disturb them.

“Looks like its closing time,” she said.

“That it is.”

“So am I late?”

“No, I’d say you’re right on time.”

“Am I?” she said coyly, turning to lock the door and drawing the shade, hoping her nervousness didn’t show.

“Just thought I’d help you close up a little she added.

“No problem,” he said, watching as she walked toward him.

“So do you have a movie you could recommend?” she said softly, her breath lightly touching his face and arousing him.

“As a matter of fact I do. I was hoping you’d come back.” He reached behind the counter and popped a tape into the vcr on the counter. The movie Laney had been eyeing in the adult room appeared on the screen. The scene, which involved a pool boy and the lady of the house, quickly turned sexual as she was on her knees next to pool as he held his cleaning equipment in one hand, holding her head in the other, groaning in pleasure as she went down on him.

Laney watched, instanly getting turned on. She tried not to watch but couldn’t resist. The moans and sighs eminating from the screen were too much to resist. She felt the clerk’s eyes on her and though she was embarrassed, she made no attempt to hide her pleasure.

“So this is what it looks like,” she said, touching her breasts without realizing it.

“Yup. That’s your movie,” he said, moving behind her.

“I don’t know if I’d call it “my movie,” she said, turning around. “I kind of thought we could make one of our own,” she whispered huskily against his mouth before kissing him deeply. She raised her hand to his head, deepening the kiss while caressing his dick with her other hand.

He groaned, his face twisting in pleasure. He took her hand and placed it inside his pants so she could grab his balls. She stroked them hard, causing him to cry out in pleasure. She moved him back until he was leaning on the long counted by the television where the pool boy was still getting pleased. Taking her cue from the video, Laney undid his pants,licking her lips greedily at the bulge which emerged. Damn it looked so good! She quickly pulled his pants down around his ankles, exposing hairy legs and red boxer briefs. He gripped the counter, unable to control himself as she dropped to her knees before him, inching his underwear down as she licked her lips again in anticipation. His fully erect penis emerged into the cold air of the store but didn’t stay exposed for long. She quickly covered it with her warm eager mouth, sliding her tongue along its thickness as she slid her lips to the base, pulling back to suckle the tip, leaving a slick trail of saliva along its length. Gripping Escort Anadolu Yakası his hips she went in again, sliding him further into her mouth until she felt the tip of the penis lightly touch the back of her throat. His knees buckled and he held onto the counter with one hand while he arched his hips into her willing mouth, grabbing a handful of her hair with his other hand.

Laney widened her stance as she crouched before him, letting her aching pussy breathe. Her skirt fanned her legs and slid up a little, exposing her bare pussy to the cold night air. Her head bobbed back and forth on him, her mouth encasing him fully in its warmth. She sucked him like a lollipop, her cheeks suctioning in around him and gripping so tightly he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. Sensing this, Laney reluctantly pulled away before she got him too excited. There was still so much more to do, she didn’t want this finished before they really got started.

She stood slowly, letting the moans from the porno continue to propel her on. Jack stared at her, his eyes glazed over with desire, his breathing ragged. He touched his swollen dick gently, afraid any little movement would set him off. She had sucked him so good he couldn’t wait to see how she was when they really got down to it. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. He wanted her so bad he didn’t know where to start.

He turned her around, lifting her to the counter. He quickly stripped off her top and bra, greedily devouring her breasts as he kicked off his pants and underwear. He reached under her skirt, and to his delight, she wore no underwear. She was already sopping wet. He bent down and pulled her skirt over his head, leaning her back over the counter and throwing her legs over his shoulder as he buried his face deep in her sweet dripping pussy.

He gripped her hips as he dove in, sliding his tongue in between her swollen lips, sucking and tasting her with the frenzy of a man enjoying his last meal. He fucked her with his tongue, furiously pumping her feverishly. She clung to the counter, moaning loudly as she ground her wet pussy into his face, the blood rushing to her head as she thrust her head back, grinding her hips even more into his face.

“Oh yeah baby…mmm…eat that pussy….mmm…yeah…” she groaned, grabbing his head as her orgasm ripped through her, the force so strong she feared she’d topple over the counter though she really didn’t care. She wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him in deeper. He responded by sticking his tongue deeply into her, causing her to jump and shiver in pleasure as another orgasm gripped her, causing her to empty more sticky sweet juice into his mouth. He licked up every drop, slowly emerging from underneath her skirt with a smile on his face, his lips slick from her. He smiled and sat her up, pulling her ass to the edge of the counter and mounting her on his long hard cock.

She cried out, throwing her legs over his arms, hooking her arms around his neck as she rode him in mid-air. He held her hips as she bounced up and down on his rock-hard cock, driving him in deeper and deeper with every stroke. She made wild guttural noises, her reserve gone and she fucked him for all she was worth, hardly able to believe she was really doing this but not caring. She was finally just living, just feeling life and enjoying him and what they were doing. It felt good. She’d waited too long for this. She couldn’t hold back now.

He placed her on the counter and quickly climbed up beside her, spooning her and entering her from behind. The counter was narrow but they made do. He thrust into her with long powerful strokes, causing everything on the counter to rattle and sending several tapes cascading over onto the floor but they didn’t notice. He kept pounding away as she reached her climax, screaming loudly. He came a moment later, groaning loudly and emptying himself into her. They collapsed against each other, breathing hard and sweating harder. When he caught his breath he finally spoke.

“So I guess you don’t need that tape after all huh?” he said, laughing. Laney didn’t respond, joining him in his laughter instead. She snuggled up against him, happy she’d followed her heart, and the moon.

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