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I work from home, and with all of the crazy nonsense going on recently, I have been even busier than normal with freelance work coming in left and right. This has left me with little or no time to clean or even cook a decent dinner for myself, so I decided to go online and find a housekeeper that could tidy things up a bit for me.

Not knowing exactly where to begin, I of course went where anyone would go to find a reputable product or service on the Internet; Craig’s List. Okay, so it’s not the most reputable place I know, but I wasn’t really sure how to find a housekeeper, so I figured it was a good place to start. I promise you, it sounded like a really good idea at the time (10:00 PM after a few mixed drinks), and found what seemed like a promising post: “French maid for hire. Full or part time work; $15 an hour, cash only. Call Monique at xxx-xxxx.”

It could have simply been a sex ad, but I dialed the number anyway and got a voicemail, which didn’t surprise me, given the late hour. I left my name and number, and then prepared to turn in for the night when my phone almost immediately rang back.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Is this Monsieur Jacques?” a female voice inquired.

It was obviously Monique. I wasn’t sure if she was really French or not, but the accent sounded real, and calling me the French version of my name, Jack, was kind of cute.

“Yes.” I replied. “This is Jack Benedict. Is this Monique?”

“Oh oui, Monsieur!” she said happily. “I got your message. Merci beaucoup for phoning me. You are in need of a housekeeper?”

“Yes. I’ve become quite busy lately, and I’m afraid my house has gotten a little unkempt.” I explained.

“Why are you afraid?” she inquired.

With a question like that, she was either dumber than a bag of hammers and a really good actress, or else she was genuinely French and didn’t understand American colloquialisms.

“It’s just an expression.” I answered. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

“Oh. You need me to clean your house? What about cooking and laundry? I do that too. I can also feed your pets if you have any.” she offered enthusiastically. “Whatever you need, Monsieur Jacques.”

“Well, let’s start with cleaning for now.” I suggested. “Perhaps you might make me dinner if I’m really busy or something. If it looks like maybe I can use you on a regular basis, perhaps we can discuss that. When can you be here?”

“I can start tomorrow!” she said energetically. “Oh thank you, Monsieur Jacques! I will be there at Eight if it’s okay.”

“I’ll see you then.” I replied.

I gave her my address and hung up. I was curious why she was so cheap and cash only, but I was too tired to analyze the clues to answer a simple question. Had her accent been Spanish instead of French, it might have dawned on me but like I said, I was tired.

Monique arrived at precisely 8:00 AM the following morning and rang the doorbell. I opened the front door was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing a traditional French maid’s uniform; black blouse and skirt with white trim, matching cap and black heels. Coupled with shoulder length blonde hair, she was really cute. She was about 35 or so, and still looked absolutely delicious! She reminded me a lot of the porn star Laura Bentley, and as soon as I saw her I felt a slight tingle in my prostate. She was definitely hot!

“Bon jour, Monsieur Jacques!” she greeted me with a smile. “I am Monique! I am so happy to meet you.”

“Happy to meet you as well.” I replied, motioning for her to come in. “I love your uniform, by the way.”

“Oh, merci beaucoup. I made it myself.” she responded. “Wearing it makes me feel more at home, you know.”

I wasn’t certain if that meant making herself feel at home in my place, or referring to where she was from.

“Where is home?” I inquired.

“Bordeaux, France.” she said, beaming brightly. “Where ze best wine in ze world is made. My family has a winery there. They make ze best sparkling white wine.”

I smiled in amusement at her accent. It was really cute; just like her. I was beginning to wish it had been a sex ad after all. I was definitely going to have to find someplace to jerk off while she was busy cleaning, to get my mind off of her gorgeous face and amazing body.

“I will get my cleaning supplies!” Monique said spiritedly. “I will start with dusting and then vacuum. If you need me to fix you lunch or anything, let me know, okay Monsieur Jacques?”

She popped back out the door excitedly and headed for her car. She seemed pretty gung-ho about working for me; like being pumped on your first day at a new job. I wondered how long it had been since she’d worked for someone. If she was that desperate for this small, part time gig, she had to be in some serious financial difficulties. She returned a few minutes later with a basket of cleaning stuff and smiled again.

“Okay Monsieur Jacques,” she said eagerly, “show me what you need done.”

I showed her around the house to familiarize her with the layout, and she nodded. Her gaze fell on a tall crystal vase Bostancı Escort sitting on the floor next to the cherry sideboard in the dining room, and her eyes widened.

“That vase is as we would say, gorgeous!” she said softly.

“It was my grandmother’s.” I explained. “It’s made by Dorflinger. There’s a matching bowl in the sideboard. I always liked that vase when I was a little kid for some reason. When she passed, my mother gave the vase to my older sister and the bowl to me. One day, I was at my sister’s house and saw the vase in the garage. I asked her why it was there and she said she was going to put it in a yard sale! Can you believe that? Our grandmother’s vase!

“I brought it home and put it right there where I can look at it.” I continued. “I put those peacock feathers and grass pompoms in it. I think it goes well with the date palm, don’t you?”

“Some people don’t appreciate nice things.” Monique said in the same soft voice without answering my question. “They just let them go.”

She seemed strangely removed for a second or two, but suddenly brightened again.

“Yes, I think it is a nice look.” she agreed. “Where would you like for me to begin?”

“How about my office?” I suggested. “That way, you won’t have to disturb me later on, once I get to work.”

It would also give me the opportunity to slip off somewhere, and pull my pecker while she was busy. She’d never even notice I was gone.

“Okay,” she agreed, “but I won’t bother you at all. I’ll dust off your monitor first, and then I’ll be very quiet. You will not even know I am there.”

“Well I guess.” I concurred somewhat reluctantly, still desperate to relieve myself. “I need to get this site finished up today if I can.”

“What do you do, if you do not mind my asking?” Monique inquired curiously.

“I design websites.” I explained. “With so many people starting up home businesses lately, I’ve gotten a ton of work.”

“Oh, that is wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Do not worry, I will be as quiet as a mouse in church, I promise.”

I smiled at her misuse of the phrase church mouse and nodded.

“Okay,” I agreed, “go ahead.”

Monique smiled and began dusting the monitor as I sat back, watching every curve of her body as she bustled about. She bent over to dust the CPU, and to my surprise it was abundantly obvious that she was not wearing any underwear. This wasn’t helping my situation any, and she straightened back up and smiled at me. She then walked around the desk to dust off my stack of papers, leaning over once again, as she did so. This time, her tits dangled alluringly, and I got a nice downblouse view of them. They were jiggling and dancing around under her chest as she moved her arm around. She was wearing nothing underneath that cute little outfit at all! No bra and no underwear. It was all I could take. I was desperate to cum, and I needed to go.

“Monique,” I managed to croak, “I’ll be right back.”

“Are you not feeling well, Monsieur Jacques?” she inquired. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Anything you can do for me?” I echoed. “No Monique. I think I need to do this by myself. I mean-“

Monique paused and looked at me, then followed my eyes back to her sexy chest.

“Oh Monsieur Jacques!” she cried out. “I know what is wrong with you. I am so sorry. I did not stop to think about my dress. My last employers liked me to work like this. I did not even stop to think that it might not be professional. I am turning you up.”

“On.”

“On, I mean. Here, let me help you to feel better.”

With that, she put the feather duster down and approached me; unbuttoning her blouse as she did do. She let it slip away, and pulled her short skirt down and stepped out of it, leaving her fully nude except for her black heels and maid’s cap.

I unzipped my jeans, and Monique pulled them down and then off, along with my sneakers. She then moved in, and I could feel her hot breath on my skin as she gently began running her tongue around my balls one at a time. One by one, she gently sucked them into her mouth as she caressed my rock hard cock. Then came the moment I had been waiting for. She engulfed my penis in her warm, wet mouth and slowly slid her lips up and down the shaft, turning her head back and forth as she did so.

I sighed blissfully and gently caressed her head in my hands, as she performed fellatio on me like an expert. Her tongue danced around the thread of my frenulum, bringing me ever closer to a wonderful climax.

“Oh Monique,” I whispered, “that feels so good! Oh Nique, don’t stop. Oh my god, it feels so fucking good! Oh shit, I’m going to cum! Oh fuck…”

My voice trailed off as I ejaculated in her mouth, filling it with spurt after spurt of my sweet, salty semen. Monique smiled sweetly, and swallowed every last drop. She pulled her mouth from my cock as it began shrinking back down, and licked her lips.

“Ooh la la, Monsieur Jacques.” she said, pulling her cap off and running her fingers through her blonde hair. “You were certainly in need of my Bostancı Escort Bayan services, weren’t you?”

I swallowed hard, and nodded.

“Is that part of your normal duties?” I inquired.

“Not usually,” she replied, “but this was my fault, so it was my responsibility to help you with your trouble. Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, thank you.” I replied. “At least now, I can focus on my work.”

“Tres bon.” she responded. “I will get back to work now. Should I put my clothes back on, Monsieur Jacques?”

“If you’re comfortable working nude, then I certainly don’t mind.” I answered, running my eyes up and down her unclothed body. “Monique, you have such soft tits. Would it be okay if I felt them?”

“You wish to squeeze my titties, Monsieur Jacques?” she asked in an almost girlish voice. “Would that please you?”

“Yes it would.” I said with a vigorous nod. “They look so soft and cuddly.”

“Since this is my first day working for you,” she began, as I reached out and started squeezing them firmly, “it is okay, but if you wish to continue, we will have to discuss my compensation for the additional duties you will require of me.”

“I see.” I replied, as I put my lips around one of her succulent pink nipples and sucked it gently. “Well, let’s see how your first day goes, but so far, I am quite impressed with your skills, Monique. I think you will make a fine maid for me.”

She smiled and stood up, taking the feather duster and heading for the bookshelves along the left wall. She resumed dusting in the nude, and I resumed my work as best as I could. After a while, she turned to me with an inquisitive look on her drop dead gorgeous face.

“Monsieur Jacques,” she said quietly, “would you have anything to drink, by any chance?”

“Yes, I am so sorry!” I apologized. “I didn’t even think to offer you a beverage. I have water, milk and some sodas in the fridge, if you’d like. Just help yourself.”

“Merci,” she responded, “but I was thinking something a little more French, like some wine perhaps?”

“I don’t have any wine,” I said apologetically, “but I do have some vodka and sparkling white grape juice. Maybe I could mix them for you, and make something like champagne with a little bit more of a kick.”

“That would be nice.” she said brightly. “Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Jacques.”

Monique followed me down to the kitchen, and I found a pitcher in one of the cabinets. I poured about a quarter cup of vodka into it, followed by a bottle of the sparkling grape juice, being careful not to disturb too much of the fizz. I then poured it into a glass for her. She took it with a smile, and drank it down much quicker than I expected.

“May I have another, sil vous plait?” she inquired sweetly.

“Sure.” I replied, beginning to wonder if this might be the reason she was so desperate for a job, but at least she wasn’t asking for crack.

“Merci beacoup,” she responded as I poured another. “Would you join me for a drink, Monsieur Jacques?”

I shrugged and poured one for myself as well. It was very similar to a sweet champagne, but packed a little more of a wallop. Before long, we were both a little tipsy, and I suggested we sit on the couch to finish the pitcher off. Monique put her arms around me, and kissed me on the side of the face.

“I like you, Monsieur Jacques.” she whispered in my ear. “You are a very nice man.”

“Thank you, Monique.” I replied, smiling at her. “I like you too.”

“Maybe I could be your live-in maid?” she suggested. “I could take care of all of your needs, you know.”

“That would be nice,” I acknowledged, “but I don’t think I make enough money to afford that kind of service.”

“Living with you would make it cheaper.” she coaxed. “Wouldn’t you like a plus jollie fille to take to dinner sometimes, and have le sport with? I will cook and clean for you, and do your laundry. I will make you a happy homme, Monsieur Jacques.”

“How much are we talking?” I inquired dubiously.

I was making a pretty decent living with my web designs but still, I was no Howard Hughes, and paying for a mistress was likely beyond my financial capabilities at the moment.

“Only five hundred a week.” she said carefully, her speech beginning to slur a bit from the homemade “champagne.”

I shook my head.

“Not for cash.” I replied. “No taxes, you have a place to stay and no food to buy. Four hundred. Something tells me you need money and a place to stay, so four hundred in cash; all under the table. That’s my deal.”

My sexy little French whore thought about it for a moment, and nodded.

“Okay, Monsieur Jacques.” she agreed. “You are right. I do need a place to stay, so I guess this will work out for both of us. I really do like you though.”

I smiled.

“I like you too.” I said wistfully. “I’m glad I answered your ad.”

“Mi aussie.” she responded. “I have to pee now. Where is ze toilette?”

“Down the hall and on the left.” I answered, pointing.

Monique stood up, but quickly lost her balance, Escort Bostancı lurching forward and tripping over the coffee table. She landed flat on her face, and the heavy drinking glass flew out of her hand and sailed across the room. I could only watch in silent horror, as it arced through the air and smashed directly into my grandmother’s beloved Dorflinger vase. The vase rang like a bell for a split second, before the note went flat and a huge crack appeared on the side. A moment later, the drinking glass shattered, as it hit the tiled floor and literally exploded.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed, jumping up and rushing over to the antique vessel.

It was still intact, but the crack had ruined it. What had once been a hand cut work of leaded crystal art worth thousands of dollars, was now completely ruined and worthless. It wasn’t the money as much as the fact that I had a matching flawless set with the bowl. The Dorflinger museum had been pestering me for years to donate the pieces, and now I wished I had.

“I am so sorry, Monsieur Jacques.” Monique mumbled, picking herself up and wobbling over to me. “I broke your glass.”

“You broke my vase!” I snapped. “That piece was priceless, Monique! I don’t give a shit about the glass. That vase meant a lot to me though.”

She looked really frightened. I don’t think it was the fact that I was very angry and about to fire her, either. She was genuinely scared. Did she think I was going to beat her or something?

“Please forgive me, Monsieur Jacques!” she cried out. “I did not mean it. It was an accident, I promise. Forgive me, sil vous plait!”

It was a freak accident, I will have to admit that. The chances of that glass going that far and hitting the vase were probably a billion to one. It really was not her fault, but she was still responsible for breaking it, nevertheless.

“It was an accident,” I said slowly, trying not to sound as angry as I felt, “but I’ll need your insurance information so I can contact them to make a claim.”

“I-insurance?” Monique stammered.

“You are licensed and insured, aren’t you?” I demanded.

Suddenly, it dawned on me why she was advertising on Craig’s List and not Monster. It was also beginning to dawn on me why she was working under the table as well. That accent was real, and she was most likely here illegally. Now, I was going to have to use my own insurance to collect on it. Fortunately, it was insured separately from the general contents.

“I just work.” Monique answered, her voice quavering. “I didn’t know I needed a license or insurance. Monsieur and Madame Henderson never asked me about it.”

“Well you do,” I said sullenly, “and this is a good example of why. Look, you need to pay for this somehow. If you can’t, I’m going to have to call the police, Monique.”

She suddenly looked absolutely terrified.

“No, please!” she almost shouted, dropping to her knees and clasping her hands together. “Please don’t call the police, Monsieur Jacques, sil vous plait, I beg you! I will do whatever you want to pay you for the vase, but please do not call the police.”

“Why?” I queried. “Are you wanted by the law?”

She shook her head.

“Are you here illegally, then?”

“Oui, Monsieur Jacques.” she admitted, nodding her pretty little head. “My visa expired three years ago, but Monsieur and Madame Henderson said not to worry about it. They would take care of me. But then, Monsieur Henderson lost his job because he was stealing, and went to jail. Madame Henderson said she couldn’t afford to keep me on any more and let me go.

“That was when I found out that I was here illegally. I needed a job though and I don’t want to be deported. Oh please, Monsieur Jacques; do not call the police, sil vous plait. I will do anything you want, just please do not turn me in. I love this country and I do not wish to go back to France.”

At that point, she burst into tears and began shaking violently. I held my arms out and she dove into me, embracing me tightly and crying hysterically on my shoulder.

“I just wanted a steady job and a place to live again.” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to break your vase. It was so beautiful! I would never do something like that on purpose! Please believe me, Monsieur Jacques!”

I did believe her. If she was indeed acting, she belonged in Hollywood, with a star on the sidewalk and an Oscar in her hand, for a performance like that. Insurance would cover the loss of the vase and I could probably get one of those windshield repair guys to come out and fix the crack, but it was still completely devalued. Then again, what was I going to do with it anyway? I had no children to pass it onto. I would most likely have left it to the glass museum anyway. In the meantime, I could just turn it around with the crack against the wall so it didn’t show. It wouldn’t fix it, but out of sight; out of mind.

“I believe you, Monique,” I said quietly, “but you are still going to have to pay for the damage somehow.”

Monique sniffled and nodded.

“You need a place to stay, and you have that.” I explained. “You need food to eat and will have that too, just like we agreed. The difference now is, that I will not be paying you four hundred dollars a week to live here and be my maid and girlfriend. In fact, I will pay you nothing.”

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She arched her back, thrusting her smooth shaven slit forward towards him, while teasing him with her full bosom.

“Would you like to lick my pussy?” she said huskily.

He needed no further invitation, rolled onto his back and she straddled over him, rubbing his face with her fanny. This was heaven. His tongue licked her luscious labia and into her sensuous slit, his smooth shaven chin pushing into her. She rocked her pussy on his face and steadily the sexual tension rose until with a muffled cry her body jolted repeatedly in erotic delight. She gushed love juice over his face with each pelvic thrust, then rolled off to the side, relishing the afterglow of a huge orgasm.

After a while she spread her legs and, knees wide displaying her bare pussy, she gently rubbed her pleasure spot. He could see the glistening moisture wetting her furrow as she opened her mouth slightly, enjoying the pleasurable sensations from her delicate fingers. With a rush she felt the next orgasm swell and then burst within her as she gave a little cry of pleasure.

“My, you are keen this evening,” he said approvingly. She looked up at him without replying, her eyes eager and bright. “We’d better not disappoint you then, had we.”

It was a rhetorical question that she didn’t bother answering with words. Instead, she moved her hand from her pussy to his cock and enclosed his member in her whole palm, slowly pulling it out from his body, stretching it as far as she could. Then back down the shaft to the base. Next, she gently squeezed on the up stroke, then lightly stroked down to the base, setting up a rhythm that stopped his breath.

“Oh, that feels good,” he sighed, kneeling there, looking down on her lovely breasts with their big, engorging nipples. He wanted to suck those nipples until they were rock hard and she was squealing with delight, but her gentle stoking motion on his manhood put that plan on hold for the time being as he hardened to full size.

She rolled over and started to lick his knob, her wet tongue flicking around the rim until after two or three laps she took it all into her mouth and sucked gently. His response was immediate, a long sigh of pleasure as he rocked back on his haunches.

“Lie back and spread your legs open so I can take all of your love rod in my mouth,” she said, and he wasn’t slow in complying. As he moved back she followed him, keeping her lips around his shaft and her fingers gently on the base, steadying the sideways movement. As he settled back she half closed her mouth and pushed it slowly down his erect staff, sending quivers of delight through his whole body.

“Oh God, that’s marvellous, don’t stop, don’t stop, take all of me into your mouth – arrgh,” he moaned as she sucked and slowly pulled her head back to the knob. His cock felt so good in her throat. She gradually quickened her stroke, down with a slow outward breath, up with a gentle suck, until she felt him tense up and tasted the sweet pre-cum on her tongue. The last up stroke finished with her kissing the knob and gently placing her hand on his rigid manhood.

“Not yet,” she whispered, “I want you to flood me with your spunk after I get randy.” She cuddled into his shoulder as his passion rose, plateaued and slowly receded. When he had regained control, she stroked his arm.

“Do you like my boobs?” she asked quizzically, her free hand cupping the upper breast, squeezing it, teasing him with its erotic softness. He gave a low groan and moved down the bed so that he could enjoy her love buttons. Now it was her turn to moan in pleasure as his wet tongue circled the dark red area and rolled over her rising nipple. His tongue worked up and down the side of her button, then pushed it gently back into itself, only to pop out and be pushed in again. He pushed her onto her back and swapped to the other nipple, not as hard as the first, but catching up quickly. Her nipples Bostancı Escort popped in and out, in and out, and she moaned as her cunt went wet with juice. As she came she roughly pushed his head away, the intensity of the pleasure had become too much.

But he was not rejected, and started to lick down her firm stomach, little laps of wetness slowly moving down to her crotch. His tongue went over her clit, she arched her back, down her love furrow now sticky with warm cum, down to the back of the slit where he gave several quick licks on the rim, before proceeding past it to the sensitive spot before her bumhole.

“Aaaarrrgh,” she moaned, as the exquisite pleasure of a moist pointed tongue sent ripples of ecstasy through her whole body. “Don’t stop,” she ordered as he raised his head for a breath and wiped she juices from his mouth. He moved around, dragging a pillow under her hips as he moved into a position where he could eat her from between her legs. “Oh, no cock to play with,” she pouted.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “you can have another turn at that after I have tasted your love lips.” He didn’t wait for answer, and dived onto her engorged flaps, his educated tongue tickling up one side, looping around her clit then down the other side to twirl on the back rim.

All she said was “aaarrrgh,” as her hands found their way to his head, caressing his hair and firmly pushing his mouth over her clit as he licked her to frenzy. Up, around, down, around. Up the other side, around, down, up and on the button, then down to the back rim, his firm tongue thrusting urgently into her pussy.

She came with a rush – her whole body arching with pleasure, her hips pushing up onto his sensuous mouth, her hands pushing his head down onto her. She bucked like a rodeo bronco as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her body, emptying every corner of tension as she came again, and again and then again. ‘Oh, don’t let this stop’ flitted across her mind as the backwash of exhaustion drained her energy and left her lying limp on the bed.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the clit and moved back next to her, putting one arm under her neck so that she lay in the crook of his elbow.

She lay there cradled, relishing the nothingness as her racing heart pounded a tattoo and her breathing gradually slowed to normal. After a few minutes, her finger nail ran up his part stiffness, then a finger with a feather touch stroked down. “That’s sticky, yuk, put it away,” she said, still stroking. “What’s wrong? Has it lost interest?” she asked with mock concern. “I don’t know, what a girl has to do to get fucked these days,” and rolled over to lick and suck his rod to hardness.

Her wet tongue licked up through the slit then down to the base and she lapped up the sensitive underside and over the knob to the rim, tongue flicking halfway around the rim before coming back and around to the slit. Here she spread the knob open, pointed her tongue and pushed it in, tasting the dregs of his cum. Turning his cock sideways she gently nipped her way down to the base feeling his hardness return as she got to the bottom.

Then she moved around, straddled his hips and lowered herself down onto his rigid staff. He steadied the base between two fingers and rubbed the knob around in the front of her love hole, ensuring the juices were flowing, wet and ready for her to ride.

She slipped slowly down onto him with a pleasured sigh, “Oh, that’s good” and sat there feeling his hardness inside her. Slowly, she rocked forwards, then backwards, his shaft moving inside her, thrilling her to the marrow. A couple of sideways rolls, then some faster forward thrusts and her body rocked as she gushed juice and came and came and came, each time shrieking in lusty gratification. He trailed a finger lightly over her rounded buttocks and the ecstasy returned as a series of orgasms punctuated Bostancı Escort Bayan by gasps. Finally, quick forward thrusts accompanied by short loud grunts culminated in the mother of all orgasms as her whole body and mind exploded in ecstasy. She collapsed exhausted on top of him, panting heavily and immobile.

“I think I’d like a little rest now,” she said in a fake little girl voice.

They lay there, her in the crook of his elbow, dozing in that lovely state between sleep and wakefulness. She wriggled then rolled over on to her other shoulder. He moved towards her, maintaining bodily contact with her sensuality.

He woke with a little jolt, and looked down at her lying curled up against him. God, her buttocks were attractive, soft, sensual and truly deserving a good fucking. But as she slept, her steady breathing somehow excited him even more.

Gently, he began to stroke her top buttock, his whole palm starting at her waist and sweeping slowly around to her thigh, then trailing back up to her waist and stroking down, a little lower, feeling the soft, firmness of her muscles, then up the crease at her thigh. Down again, her whole muscle being massaged as his finger tips brushed past her still sticky slit. Down her crease, between the buttocks, over her ring and perineum, his finger tips dragging through her furrow, the juice gooey on his skin.

She whimpered and pulled her leg up towards her breast, exposing her cunt to his inquisitive fingers. He stroked her soft lips and the juices oozed as she whimpered again.

He felt himself get hard as he continued to stroke her slit. Finally he pulled himself up so that he could slip his shaft into her as she lay on her side. She whimpered as he slowly pushed in then slowly pulled out, enjoying his control of pleasure. Gradually, very gradually, he increased the speed of his thrusts, then the strength of his thrusts until she was moaning and shrieking and came with a gush, her free leg thrashing up and down like a locomotive piston.

From lying on her side, he reached through between her legs and twisted her around onto her back. She was very much awake now, and her eyes glistened sexily.

“Go on, fuck me, you great stud. Ram your hard tool inside me and make me cum again. Fuck me hard, you stallion. I want to feel you spurt your spunk inside me. Oh, fuck meeeee.” Her voice trailed off into an ecstatic sigh as he rammed home and hit the bottom. A few lateral hip rolls then back to the top, to plunge in hard again, causing her to buck. He was enjoying this control, this ability to make her cum almost at will. He pumped faster, feeling the tingle of pleasure as his knob slid down to the bottom of her box.

She started to rock her hips in time with his thrusting, then grabbed his biceps and lost herself in her own world of pleasure. “Arh, aarrhh, aaarrrhh,” as she came with a violence that racked her body in ecstatic spasms. She was out of control, she only wanted this glorious gratification to continue forever. “Aaaaarrrrhhhh” and she passed out in pleasure as the juices splashed out of her cunt with his cock.

“Come back, come back,” he said, kissing her gently on the cheek and nose and lips. She leisurely returned to consciousness and slowly brought his rugged face back into focus.

“Goodness,” she smiled, “I don’t normally do that when I make love. Ohhhh, you haven’t blown yet. Don’t you find me attractive?”

He returned her smile and said, “Of course I find you attractive, gorgeously sensuous, in fact. But I get the best thrills doing it doggy. I like the power of the thrusting when you roll your hips and I plunge into your pussy. I like the erotic feeling as you grip my knob with your cunt muscles and hold me in place”

“I suppose you like a bit of bummy too?” she replied knowingly.

“I just like being inside you, turning you on, Escort Bostancı feeling you cum as I pleasure your entire body. Feeling you lose control and hearing you squeal and grunt and moan as I push my ramrod inside to thrill your pleasure points.”

“Well we’d better see what you can do from behind,” she said lustily, and rolled over onto her knees, her face buried in a pillow, knees wide spread, and cunt tastily offered up for a good screwing.

He didn’t need any further encouragement and knelt behind her, guiding his cock into her pussy with one hand. With the knob inserted, he pushed slowly and gently, feeling himself slide down into her hole. She gasped as he went fully in and rocked it around, then slowly withdrew to plunge in a little faster and a little harder before pulling back to the knob. His third thrust was full blooded, driving hard and she gave a cry of delight.

“That’s the way. Fuck me hard, I love it hard,” and she started to roll her hips.

He pumped hard, in and out, in and out, in and out as she rolled her hips and panted then grunted then shrieked, grabbing his cock, rolling her hips and coming all together. She went limp but he went on, in, out, in, out, keeping the rhythm that had brought her to orgasm. Almost casually, she tensed her muscles, slid one hand back and tickled her dripping clit. It took only a few seconds of stimulation before she came, bucking her hips, squeezing his cock deep inside her, and screaming for more.

Still he pumped as she played with her clit. With a free hand he began feather stroking her perineum from the rim to the bum. She quivered and moaned, “Oh do that some more,” then again, the hip rolling and loud grunting of orgasm.

He extended the length of his feather stoke to pass over her bumhole. “Oh, that’s fantastic,” she sighed, “I love you stroking inside my thighs.” He stroked around her ring slowly, first one way, then the other until she gave a deep sigh and her ring relaxed. He played some more, teasing her by rubbing his thumb through her ring, pushing it open but not penetrating her. All the time he kept up the rhythmic pumping action in her box. She came loudly, and her ring sweated lightly. She was ready to be bum fucked.

Sliding his hand down to her cunt, he dipped his thumb into her sopping box, getting it covered with wet, sticky goo. This he transferred to her ring, rubbing it around the rim, making it very slippery. With a final sharp thrust he pulled out of her furrow and guided his knob into her waiting bum. He pushed in slowly, letting her take it easily, feeling the sensual heat of her tight ring squeeze his shaft along its length. Then slowly, he withdrew his meat, pulling back until only the knob was inside. Oh, this was heaven.

His shaft was rock hard as he pushed in and she sobbed in pleasure. Out again then in. Out, then in, circling it around at depth, then out again, then in. She started to growl, very softly at first, but in a crescendo, growling in time with his pumping cock.

This turned him on, and he felt the sexual tension building up within his balls. His shaft was getting raw from fucking and he could feel his stomach muscles tightening in anticipation. This was going to be some orgasm.

They went on, her nipples were softly stroking the sheet as her hand slipped between her legs to caress his balls ever so lightly. This was too much. He started to pump harder, pushing forward with a grunt as she pushed back against him, eagerly taking every millimetre of his pleasure rod. The tension was mounting between them, somehow they had an unspoken connection of mind and each knew what the other was thinking, and the thought was orgasm.

“Arh, aarrhh, aaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhh,” as he thrust in deeply, savagely, urgently, blowing his load of white gooey spunk deep into her rectum with full bodied pelvic thrusts. She came simultaneously, a grunt turning into a moan and then a shhrrriiieeekkkkkkk as her hips bucked up and down with pleasure, her ring pulsating around his shaft and lightly squeezing out the last little drop of spunk. Two bodies entwined together in orgasmic bliss, collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed, and lay still, panting and sweating in exhaustion.

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He sat in the bedroom surfing his favorite porn site. Downloading what seemed interesting, skipping what didn’t. Mostly looking for something fun to watch with his wife. Jason knew his wife liked parody porn. You know that ones. This Isn’t Gilligan’s Island. Three’s Company again. Ball in the Family.

She enjoyed the comedic value of bad parodies as well as the added bonus of watching as other got off on the big screen TV. Jason mostly just liked that after she’d had her laugh she was wet and willing from seeing all the sex. So he sat yet again searching for more videos to download.

Lisa came in behind him and smiled as she saw what he was looking at. “Found anything good for me?” she asked against his ear.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I found a short for Edward Penis-hands. And there’s a clip for that vampire movie you read. Twilight.”

Lisa sat on the bed while he surfed some more.

“Wanna show me one?”

He closed the screen he was on and went searching through files until he found one that she was sure to like. After hitting clicking on the file to play over the computer screen and turning it so she could see from the bed beside him Jason sat back in his chair to watch his wife’s reaction.

The theme song from “Bewitched” began to play and Lisa’s face lit up with a big smile. This was actually one of her favorite TV shows. Kadıköy Escort She loved to watch re-runs on TV Land whenever they were on.

After watching for just a few minutes Jason looked over again to see his wife was naked in bed watching and laughing. One of her hands was hidden behind her but he could see her arm moving back & forth. Good, he thought, she must be enjoying the scenes as much as he’d hoped.

The parody wasn’t very long and after only a few minutes the credits were rolling. Lisa’s face was flushed and her smile stretched across her face. Jason knew this would be a clip to make her happy. He walked over to the bed where she had laid out to watch the computer screen.

As he leaned over her he kissed her deeply and pulled her arms over her head. Unable to break free of his grip she writhed against him. “Hmmm…. Maybe I should punish you the way Darren wanted to punish his witch. Would you like that?” Lisa writhed more against him. Her body arching up in response to his whispered question.

Jason’s free hand snaked down her body to feel her wet heat. She was dripping against his hand as he roughly pushed three fingers in at once. Lisa cried out loud the way he knew she would. Lisa had never been quiet when aroused.

He crushed his mouth to hers to muffle the scream as he pushed into her over & over. She came quickly as Kadıköy Escort Bayan he’d known she would. But that’s something he loved about her. She came often and easily. But she also came loud and hard when she did. He had plans to hear that scream plenty tonight.

Jason never gave her a chance to calm. Nearly as soon as she stopped cumming he took her nipple in his mouth. Lisa arched against him yet again. He released her hands to pull her closer to himself. And she used that opportunity to begin pulling at his clothes. He allowed his shirt to be taken over his head and he switched to the other breast as she unbuttoned his jeans and tried to push them down his legs.

He pushed his jeans the rest of the way down himself as he began to trail his mouth over her body. It felt as though he didn’t miss an inch. Lisa felt the trail of fire his kisses left and begged him not to stop. Her sobs growing louder as he closed his mouth over her center.

Of their own violation her legs wrapped around his shoulders and her hands gripped his hair holding him in place. She could feel his tongue reaching deep into her core. Lisa cried for him not to stop. Begged him to make her cum again for him. She could feel the tension building again and was helpless to stop the pleas for more.

Jason pulled back just slightly and plunged his fingers back into Escort Kadıköy her. As he did so he leaned back in and bit down lightly on her clit. The slight pain pushed her over the edge again and Lisa flooded his mouth and hand.

Removing his hand Jason lapped up all that he could. The flood of juices seemed to go on forever. It was intoxicating to his senses and the sweet taste on his tongue made him want her even more.

Jason stood over his wife and looked over her flushed body. Her moans were growing quieter as he looked her over and it seemed that she just waiting for him to fill her. Deciding he needed to have his own release he fell on her without warning and pushed into her without warning.

Lisa’s beautiful eyes flew open as she moaned his name. Her arms reached up to hold on and he felt her nails biting into his back as he rammed home over and over. Her cunt was getting tighter and tighter and he knew she was going to cum for him again. Jason pounded her faster and faster.

Lisa began begging him to cum for her. That she needed to cum with him. Her pleas getting louder and louder until the neighbor pounded against the wall. Jason felt her begin to squeeze around him and the pressure seemed too much. Finally with a shout of his own he filled her. Squirting stream after stream into her hole until every last dropped seemed to be squeezed out of him.

They lay there entwined until they caught their breath and he rolled them over so she lay sprawled over his chest. “I guess you liked the movie?”

Lisa laughed breathlessly. “I think I liked our version even better.”

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Panic Button Red is the lipstick that I wear, the color of decadence and inflamed heat. My lips beckon a kiss of wanton lust from a desiring man. Tonight was no different than the last. I sit at the traffic light, waiting for the slow-burning red to turn to gallop-and-go green, when I noticed a pair of eyes watching me in the rear view window of the car in front of me.

The neon lights from the neighboring pawnshop, reflected back, giving his eyes a demonic look. I shivered; the wicked woman in me loved it. I smiled, and offered him some lipstick from the tube, briefly before I closed the top and placed it back inside my handbag.

I couldn’t see if he smiled, for the light changed and we were off. I pulled beside him in the right hand turning lane. I glanced over to see a smile dancing on his face. I smiled back. His eyes focused on my lips, as I wet them lightly with my tongue. He was going straight, while I was turning right. I let my mind flirt over the endless possibilities of what would happen if I left my car where it sat, and climbed into his. This made me laugh out loud; I glanced back at him, right before turning and blew him a kiss. Then sped off.

After I made my right, I knew that I couldn’t go straight home. The flirtation with the stranger in the car fueled my fires. I stopped at my favorite watering hole. I was sitting in my car powdering my nose, when a car parked beside mine. I casually glanced over, as I applied another coat of Panic Button Red lipstick.

My hand froze in mid-stroke; it was my mysterious flirty man. We both stared at each other, much like deer caught in headlights. I was the first one to move, as I closed the lid to my lipstick case. He grinned at me.

We Kadıköy Escort Bayan got out of our cars at the same time. Finally, I get a good look at him under the bright street light; dark curly close cut hair, dark undetectable hued eyes, at least 6 feet and dressed in a black golf shirt, and khaki Dockers. Oh my…what a hottie!

“Can I buy you a drink, Milady?” He asked in a spicy baritone. I curtsied, “Why yes, Milord! I am a wee bit thirsty and a drink will quell these fires that I feel burning!” He laughed, “That I doubt, me fine lass!” So our flirtation continued, but this time its song and dance had voice, as we made our way into the bar.

Finding a corner table, we settled in, not speaking–mainly looking. We ordered our drinks, still flirting with our eyes. Suddenly, I knew that I didn’t want to know his name. The magical moment would be lost, mystical intrigue gone forever. When his lips formed the question, I quickly placed my fingers over them, “Hush, kind knight, let’s leave some mystery for the morning to rise on.” I felt his lips smile under my fingers. He took them in his hand, kissed them, “So be it, my moonlight imp.”

Our drinks arrived. Sipping them, we discreetly moved closer until our thighs were touching. The music grew louder, as our eyes flirted. A low throbbing pulsation began deep within my mound of pleasure. I let my hand fall on the thigh that was touching his. Pretending to scratch it, I let the side of my hand brush over his thigh. When his leg jerked at the contact, I felt my heart jerk too. I rubbed up and down our legs, enjoying the contrast of our clothing, me in a navy silk dress, and he in khaki cotton Dockers.

When the music of Santana began, he pulled Kadıköy Escort me onto the dance floor. We gyrated to the driving beat, our bodies moving as one. His eyes focused on my Panic Button Red lips, hot desire flooded his face. He turned me so that he was behind me, my back locked to his hips. I felt his hard cock, probing the cheeks of my ass like a keys hunting for the lock. Wanting him, I pushed back against it. He inhaled the fragrance of my hair. I raised my arms to encircle his neck, framing his head, thus allowing his access to my sides, front and lastly, my breasts. His roaming hands followed my thoughts. Our movements became one, grinding to the rhythm of the hot sounds of the music, letting our hunger pulse to the tempo.

The crowd became so tight that we could barely move. I felt his knees bend behind me, his hands pushing the back of my dress up. I reacted by arching my ass back into him, praying to find hot throbbing flesh against my fevered skin. A wet cock tip touched the back of my lower thigh briefly. I felt his fingers go under the string of my thong panty, and move it aside, causing the fabric to pull against my clit. Sliding up and down, my wet slit with his cock made me moan. It rode the waves of music and became lost. I arched my hips back and up so that his cock could slip in with ease.

Its size made me tremble. My dark knight whispered in my ear, “Are you ready to get fucked, Milady? My cock is alive and hungry, ready to devour your dewy petals.” I grinded back against him, showing my need instead of wasting words, the weepy tip at my wet entrance made me tremble in anticipation. To the rhythm of the song, he moved it into me, inch by fast/slow inch, filling me completely. Escort Kadıköy With every thrust into me, I felt the fabric of my thong caressing my throbbing clit. The music changed to a faster dance song, we moved in tune with it, as if the Dee Jay knew of our heat, of our need, of our greed to fuck like wild animals with the layers of civilization stripped away.

So we were, animals lost in lust. I gripped him with my pussy, letting him feel how developed my wet wall were, massaging him s he thrust in and out in short strokes, never leaving me completely. The crowd became wilder in their dance, as he and I fucked. Did they feel us? Did they notice? I thought this briefly, but forgot the answers as I felt a building inside me. The pressure reaching a boiling point, and I exploded in Panic Button Red passion. He cried out into my ear, as he felt me moving over the length of his cock with my orgasm, my pussy producing a rhythm of its own. He held my hips still and pounded me hard, whispering in my ear, “FUCKING HOT!” before spraying my vibrating walls with his cum.

As we slowed down in our dance of fucking heat, a soft and cuddly love song began to play. He discreetly slipped out of me, pulling down my dress. I turned to face him, trying to help him guide his still rigid rock hard cock back in its hideaway, before anyone noticed.

Success made us smile, satisfaction made us kiss. Pulling me close he held me as our heartbeat slowed its rapid race to a deeper solid soul glide in time with our contentment. Lost in his arms, I heard him whisper, “Sherrie, my love, my darling woman, promise me something? Next Friday when we live out my fantasy night that you will wear the same lipstick.”

I looked into his deep lapis blue eyes, saying with a twinkle in mine, reflecting the wanton knowledge of a very special bond that we shared, “For you my demon lover, anything!” To seal the deal, I kissed him with the Panic Button Red lips that he so loved.

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She hadn’t seen her Aunt Margo in many years but she wasn’t feeling guilty. Her family had made it clear. They did not agree with two women living together. The telephone call had to be dealt with immediately though. Margo was her mother’s sister and had received the lion’s share of the estate at the probate three years earlier. The call wasn’t from her Aunt, rather from Margo’s younger ‘partner’ Allen.

Aunt Margo had been married but after nineteen years they had divorced, childless and disillusioned with marriage in general. Now more than ten years later her Aunt’s boyfriend had called. Aunt Margo wasn’t well and had asked Allen to reach out to Madeline. She had arranged to travel to Oregon to spend sometime with a woman who could have been helpful years ago. Madeline was just leaving high school and had spoken to Margo of her interest in women.

“You’re too young to have settled this Maddy. I mean, sex with a girl once or twice doesn’t mean you have only one view of the world.”

Madeline had listened to her Aunt’s view of her sexuality but once in college had decided her preferences. The trip would be for only a week and the weather in September in Eugene was nice.

The call from Allen was short, “Sure I’ll book a flight and be there within the week Allen.”

She’d tried to booked a hotel but instead found a room in a small B&B nearer to Margo’s home twenty-five miles west of Veneta. Being closer to the Ocean would allow her to excuse herself. She could spend some time with Margo but also head to the beach twenty miles away. The idea of staying at her Aunt’s wasn’t an option. Her memories needed some distance.

Tess had wanted to travel west with her but Madeline knew that was the wrong thing to do. She would sort out her feelings during the ten-hour flight and keep her lover out of the mess that was her remaining family.

She picked up the black Mustang convertible after landing and drove the twisty road along the river with her hair in ponytail and the new green Ducks hat to prevent damaging her long hair. The day was nice and the road nearly empty. This rent-a-muscle car was just what she needed.

What she didn’t need was what she encountered arriving at Margo’s. She had never met Margo’s ‘friend’ Allen.

“I could call him my boyfriend but that sounds so yesterday Maddy.” Margo had said when they last spoken thirty months ago.

Now in Margo’s driveway she opened the door as a young man approached. She didn’t know who he was, maybe Allen’s son?

“Hello Madeline, your Aunt told me to expect a pretty girl but she didn’t say a tall beauty in a cool car!”

She paused before speaking, ‘oh my god. . . this is Allen? He’s barely thirty years old. My Aunt’s become a cougar’.

“Hello, and thank you for saying that. You, are you Allen?” She asked.

He was over six-two and lean, wearing a pair of beach shorts and a clean but torn t-shirt. Madeline was astonished. Her panty was damp!

She had stepped clear as the door swung closed and Allen reached out and hugged her. He smelled clean as his long arms wrapped about her narrow back and her breasts compressed as he hugged her again.

“You must know how much this visit means to Margo. She is inside napping but should be awaking in thirty minutes. Can I bring your bags?”

Madeline’s heart was racing as Allen released her, and he turned and reached into the car to pop the truck.

She spoke quickly, “I’m, I mean, I don’t have a bag. I’ve a room at the Pines. Can I sit down?”

Allen turned back toward her, “Oh, you look quite pale. Can I get you some water Madeline?”

She was sitting on the porch as he swept out of the door with the cool drink in one hand and a can of beer in the other, “I hope you don’t feel sick,” handing her the moist glass.

She looked up to his face as she took the drink, but was distracted by her thought; ‘I can’t believe this. He’s making me as wet as a teenager on a first date. This is your Aunt’s boyfriend. Thank god I’ve a room a few miles away!’

She drank most of the water and said, “I must have become dehydrated on the airplane. Thank you Allen.”

Allen also sat, “Margo is still quiet and the nurse will let me know when she awakes.”

Madeline was sitting in contrast to Allen forty inches away, wearing an expensive sleeveless V-neck wrap dress made of light-green chiffon. Her legs were bare and she wore a pair of off-white wedge sandals with a medium heel. She had her legs crossed and was looking at her Aunt’s buff stud of a boyfriend. Had her Aunt ever mentioned Allen was so young? Her questions couldn’t be answer at this point so she distracted them by discussing the ride from Eugene.

“I haven’t been here in the Valley for at least eight years. I enjoyed the windy ride. Now my hair is a mess.”

Allen smiled, “You look just fine Madeline. I know your Aunt always calls you Maddy. But you don’t look like a ‘Maddy’. Can I call you Madeline?”

Madeline looked over his shoulder to the field and hills beyond. Was he aware Kadıköy Escort of his impact on me? Is my face flushed? I should use the restroom.

“Sure all of my friends do. Can you direct me to the powder room? It’s been awhile,” she arose and followed him into the small but comfortable front room of the house.

“Just there on the right. Margo is in the back bedroom so you can’t bother her.”

Before she relieved herself she touched her moist labia and brought the juice to her nose. She was very wet and the panel of her thong soaked. She had another pair in her handbag but that was in the car. She thought to call out for Allen and ask him to retrieve the bag from the Mustang but realized that Tess had handed her a soft sextoy as she left early this morning. It was in the top of her handbag. She would have to sit with wet panties and deal with Allen until her Aunt was awake.

As she left the powder room she saw a photograph of Margo and her ex-husband on the Hall wall. Uncle Richard was good-looking but the same age as Margo. Now her Aunt had a boyfriend who could have posed in a studmuffin magazine. His abs were distracting Madeleine, just apparent through the holes in his t-shirt. She had to find a way to cease these thoughts; she wanted to fuck this man. To fuck the first man in almost ten years? The threesomes her and Tess shared were not the same thing. How had he come into Margo’s life?

She was about to excuse herself and return to the Pines when she met the nurse in the front room, “Hello, I’m your Aunt’s nurse. My name is Esther.”

Now another problem had arisen. This wasn’t the type of nurse she had considered when Allen had spoken of her twenty minutes ago. The woman was almost her height and wore a white uniform and an apron. Her hair was light auburn and up in a bun. She wore little makeup but Madeline could see that this was a beautiful woman. Crazy beautiful. And Esther’s uniform was causing her body to respond. She could feel her moistness again.

How would she get through this afternoon? Was she attracted to this woman or was her elevated arousal really caused by Allen?

“Margo is awake, can I take you to her?”

Madeline followed Esther to bedroom, her eyes watching the movement beneath the nurse’s white dress. At the door she saw her Aunt in the bed. She looked like she was near death.

Quietly Esther said, “She looks worse today but your visit will change that. Her lungs are the problem but she can be comfortable here in her home for the next few weeks.”

Madeline stepped to the bedside and sat lightly reaching to Margo’s face. The soft touch caused Margo to turn and open her eyes.

“ah, ahh, Maddy, You look so wonderful. Is Tess with you?” her Aunt said.

Madeline considered this question quickly before answering. Her Aunt knew of her lover but they hadn’t met.

“No Aunt Margo, she stayed behind. I hope you’ll understand.”

Margo’s face twisted, “I know I’ve disappointed you. My stupid statements were from my disrespect for the lives of others. I had wished she would come with you.

Do you have a picture?”

Madeline almost asked the nurse to run out to the car for the bag but stopped. The woman was less likely to probe inside but she didn’t want to risk this beauty finding her toy.

“Yes I’ll show you them later okay?”

After thirty minutes of talking about the illness and the past eight years Margo closed her eyes slowly. Esther saw she was fatigued and suggested a pause.

“Can we let her rest for an hour?”

Out on the porch with these two wonderful looking people whom she’d just met they spoke about the difficult past six months and the consequence of the lung disease Margo had discovered.

“She will be comfortable at best and the pain medicine assures she rests frequently. Allen is a god sent for Margo.” Esther said as she turned to look at the stud sitting nearer to Madeline on the narrow porch.

Madeline could stop her lust only by continuing to discuss her Aunt’s condition. Esther assured her that Margo would be lucky to live another month.

“Allen what will you do? I mean to say, how are you handling this challenge?” Madeline saw that as she said this his eyes shifted to the floor.

He started to speak but stalled.

“Margo and I had ended our love quasi-affair over nine months ago. When I’d heard she was sick I came back to help her. At first she didn’t share how sick she was and Esther would visit only every other day or so. The hospital wasn’t helping her. A simple infection could have killed her. After three months a nurse was with her everyday and when we realized Margo needed more care your Aunt asked to have a nurse staying in the guest room. Esther is the second nurse to stay. The first one couldn’t continue due to her family.”

Madeline was able to stay focused for the next thirty minutes while the two ran through the care and treatments Margo had endured. Each time she looked across at Allen she had to quickly advert her eyes to the hills to stop her Kadıköy Escort Bayan sexual images stirring her pussy. If she turned to look at Esther she would shift her gaze lower only to see the smooth legs of this other beauty. She was somehow able to restrain herself until Esther confirmed that Margo was able to speak again.

After their second visit of the afternoon Allen said that he had to run into town to refill Margo’s prescriptions. Madeline was sitting quietly after sending Tess an update via text. Her handbag was beside her and closed. She had shifted the toy to the lower pouch but not until she’d removed it and studied it. The scent on the shaft of the toy was pleasant though Tess had cleaned it before handing it to her.

“This will keep you honest lover. Don’t forget where he was just yesterday.” Madeline was reviewing the memory of Tess’ joyful orgasm when Esther came out and sat down on the swing bench right next to Madeline.

She sensed that the nurse wanted to say something and turned slightly toward her. Madeline could smell her own arousal from her thoughts of Tess. How could any sexual woman sitting this close not know that Madeline’s pussy was dripping?

As her eyes moved up to Esther’s face she saw that Esther was turning as well and she saw that the nurse’s leg was shifting to cross toward Madeline.

“I’m about ” Esther moved a bit quicker seeing that Madeline was going to speak and stop what Esther wanted to happen. Esther’s left arm and her leg were softly around Madeline as her lips reached Madeline’s and Esther’s tongue moved with little resistance into Madeline’s parted lips.

The kiss was a surprise to Madeline yet she allowed this beautiful woman to lead the tongue play. Esther’s month was sweet and clean and her tongue moved within Madeline, asserting Esther’s will over any objection Madeline might pose.

Madeline move back away slightly, “Esther, you can’t ” but Esther pressed forward so that their breasts were touching through the material of their dresses while the nurse moved her hand atop Madeline’s. As the kiss continued Esther took Madeline’s long fingers into her own as Esther parted her thighs and her hand moved beneath the hem of the her white dress. She moved Madeline’s fingers near her naked sex. Esther had removed her panties before coming out to the porch.

“Your Aunt talks in her sleep Maddy.”

“But Esther, ” she stopped as the nurse’s tongue deeply entered her mouth again.

Pausing their kiss Esther said, “She says you sleep with girls, ” Esther was now fully in control as her hand had slipped from her own sex and was pushing Madeline’s legs apart, reaching to touch her soaked thong.

“I saw your toy Madeline. May I see it in your mouth? Will you let me fuck you?”

Madeline was panting as the hand between her thighs had penetrated her with three fingers. Esther was fucking her and Madeline couldn’t find the will to resist the attention. She wanted to stop, to feel she could prevent feeling she was betraying Tess’ love but she couldn’t. Now Esther was moving. The insides of both of Madeline’s thighs were wet and her lipstick-covered lips were smeared.

“How could you,” Every word Madeline tried to make was cutoff as Esther would push her sexy tongue back into Madeline’s mouth.

Then Esther just stopped kissing her. Madeline looked to the woman’s face and saw Esther smiling as she reached down into the handbag and withdrew the toy. The same toy that had fucked Tess just yesterday.

Esther brought the toy to her mouth and licking the helmet noticed the familiar scent, “So you want it in your tight passage Madeline?”

Madeline spoke slowly, “You’ve got to slow down Esther. For God’s sake you’re my Aunt’s Nurse!”

Madeline sat up wanting to stand but was weak. “I’m in a committed and loving relationship with Tess. I don’t want to continue this ” but Esther did and sensing Madeline’s reservations she had moved closer and pulled Madeline to her feet and again her tongue was willingly accepted. Esther knew she would fuck Madeline but she didn’t need to rush. She wanted an entire night of fucking therefore she moved slight back.

“This girl Tess likes toys in her bottom. So do I Madeline. We’ll stop and I’ll let you get settled. I suggest that you check your face before that cutie pie returns. He wants to fuck you too you know? But your panties have shown me that you’ll be mine.”

Esther moved away from the swing and stood just looking at Madeline, whose dress hem was up passed her waist exposing her wet pussy. Madeline was still breathing deeply but moved to cover herself. The soaked panty wouldn’t let her stop considering how close she had been to orgasm with this powerful and dominant woman.

Esther reached into her pocket removing her own panties. “You can use mine until we start this again.” She turned and walked toward the door.

At the door she stopped, “He does have a nice penis, but I like moist smooth girls like you.”

After using the powder room Madeline called Escort Kadıköy Tess, “I maybe should have let you come along on the trip. My Aunt’s nurse is a real looker and she will be trying to get into my pants Tess.”

The call to Tess allowed her to explain in detail Margo’s desperate condition and Tess asked Madeline to relax.

“If this woman wants you then I understand. She can’t change what we have Madeline. I mean, is it just sex Madeline? If you lick her pussy you’re still going to need my loving body right?”

As Tess was nearly ready to hang up Allen returned and Madeline said goodbye and set the phone down. Seeing him reminded Madeline that only thirty minutes ago Esther was close to fucking her with Tess’ toy. Now watching Allen move she considered her options. Maybe she would ask Allen to accompany her to dinner. Esther’s had a job to do right here but getting away might be a good idea. She was surprised how easily Esther had taken the dominant role.

“Allen can you advise me on a place for dinner?”

He stepped up the porch stairs, “We had planned to have some take-out here. Would that be okay Madeline?”

Madeline made a little face, “I’ve had a long day and was hoping to disappear for a few hours after we speak with Margo again.”

Just then Esther step out, “Your Aunt is awake Maddy.” She followed the sexy woman back to the bedroom.

The discussion with Margo was about the estate and how the lawyer had arranged to transfer the various properties and assets. It was amazing that Margo had this very detailed information still within her mind.

“Did you remember to find the photos of Tess?”

Madeline used her phone to show the hundreds of photos of her and Tess’ past nine months. Her aunt had few questions but said afterward, “I will missing getting to know your Tess. It’s all on me though. I could have, I mean I should have compelled you to bring her with you. I should have reached out to the two of you months ago. “

Margo was again exhausted and Esther left to prepare her dinner.

Madeline asked Allen if she could help Esther with feeding Margo, “It’s not something I usually do because Esther does it so well. You could stay and watch but your Aunt generally isn’t talkative during the evening.”

Allen could see that Madeline was a bit sad and said, “I guess we could stop for a bite at the Diner. It does serve for another hour or so.”

Allen stepped out to the Kitchen to let Esther know he would get some food at the Diner.

During that small moment alone with Margo Madeline saw that she was alert. “Madeline, I know that you were surprised to meet Allen. He has been a good friend and though you may see it differently he and I were not lovers. Yes we did sleep together but he’s been more of a companion to a mature lady. Can you see what I mean?”

Madeline wondered, is she suggesting that he’s a gay man? Or is she simply trying to say she didn’t treat Allen like a ‘cub’?

“I just like him near. I can count how many times he’s been with me on one hand Maddy.”

Madeline wondered why this seemed important but Margo said next, “He a man with needs and I would say he’s very certainly noticed your beauty.”

“But Esther is better looking than me and she’s been near him for months right?”

Margo actually laughed, “She’s as queer as they come dear. She will most certainly try to bed you. Shit she has been servicing me weekly for two months.”

“What? Servicing you, you mean like for pay?” Madeline knew she didn’t have to say anymore.

A moment later Allen came in, “Oh you’re awake Margo. Esther will be ready in five minutes. Madeline and I will stop at the Diner for some quick food then she’ll stay at the Pines tonight. I’ll see you later.” He bent to kiss her forehead.

During the simple meal they shared their backgrounds. Allen had a Master’s in Biology and was between assignments therefore he could stay near Margo.

“She means the world to me Madeline. She has been a great friend and yes I do love her. Not like what you might think though.” He spoke of his family in Texas and how he’d met Margo but something seemed to be holding him back.

Madeline watched as he would pause after starting a new point then redirect himself.

“Do you feel alright Allen?” she decided to ask him directly.

He looked away than spoke softly, “I wanted to tell you that you’re much more lovely in person. For years Margo has shared the photos she did receive. I was stunned when I saw you get out of the ‘Stang. I mean, yes I mean to say, I’m highly attracted to you.”

Madeline reached across the table covered with the plates, “You’re so cute to say that Allen. You know I’ve a significant partner in Tess right?”

The next few days were similar; Madeline would get to speak with her Aunt for thirty to forty minutes and Margo would then sleep. The fourth day was Esther’s day off and Allen did most of the chores in her absence. Madeline came out to porch in the mid-afternoon to find Allen asleep on his back on the low bench. She could see he was dead asleep but also noticed that he was a stiff as a rocket. She started to move back inside but then paused to look back. His erection seemed to be calling to her and she stepped back outside.

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It had been a long day of work and I was out of town once again. It had seemed that I had been away forever. I arrived at the hotel, got to my room and immediately went to the refrigerator to make myself a cocktail. I had been out of town a lot recently and hadn’t had much time with Vivian. I saw her last night for the first time in two weeks but had to go back out on the road this morning. After pouring myself a drink, I went back and opened up my bag to get ready for bed. Right on top of all my clothes was the sexy pair of black panties Vivian had worn the night before.

Vivian always had a mischievous side to her and this wasn’t the first time that she had done something like this for me. I picked them up and brought them to my nose hoping that I would be able to smell her sweetness; they were still wet from the night before. The smell from her panties brought me back.

Vivian had come over last night; we shared a few glasses of wine and a simple dinner that I made. It wasn’t long until our clothes came off. We made love for hours. I missed her…a lot. We hadn’t seen each other much lately with our busy schedules. My cock was so hard just from the smell of her. As I pressed her panties to my face again and inhaled her sweet smell there was a knock on the door.

“Room Service,” the voice on the other side said.

Startled, I quickly set down the panties and went to the door. I hadn’t

ordered anything so I was a bit confused. I opened up the door slightly and peeked out.

“I didn’t order anything,” I said.

“We received an order for this room to be delivered upon your arrival. The order came in from someone named Vivian,” the bellboy said as he wheeled the cart into my room and left as abruptly as he had entered.

There was a note attached to the platter:

“Thanks again so much for dinner last night; it was great. I wish that I could cook for you tonight but, as you know, you are far away. Enjoy. Love Vivian

PS You were amazing last night. Check your bag–I left you a little

something to remember me by… I wish I could be with you, I didn’t get enough last night!.”

I smiled, remembering her wet panties.

I took the cover off the platter and found a big tuna steak on a bed of greens. Fresh strawberries accompanied by a chocolate fondue served as my dessert. It isn’t often that you find someone as great as Vivian. She was amazing.

After eating dinner and a few of the strawberries, I showered quickly and slipped the white terry robe that hung in the bathroom over my wet body. I sat on my bed and picked up her panties again. My cock grew hard in an instant. As I began stroking my hard cock with the silky panties, my phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hey sweetheart, did you get my present?” Vivian asked.

I replied “Which one?”

“Mmmm, both of them.” She sighed

“Yes, I got both of them. Baby I am so lucky to have a girl like you. I just wish that you could be here. They brought up so much food tonight and I hate to waste it.” A moan escaped my lungs,” Ahhh, baby! I have been really hard ever since I opened my bag and your smell filled the air. You were incredible last night. When did you slip these in my bag?”

“What are you doing? Did I catch you at a bad time?” Vivian teased.

“No! You caught me at the perfect time. I am just sitting here rubbing my cock with your silky panties; my cock is so hard right now. Your panties smell so good,” I said raising the panties to my face again and inhaling. “I just wish that it could be your pussy pushed over my nose and mouth instead of these panties.”

“So you like your little present, baby?” She asked.

“Yes, it’s amazing. I wish that you were Maltepe Escort here right now to see me stroking my hard cock with your panties.”

At this time there was another knock on the door. I jumped, startled. “Vivian, someone’s at the door. Did you order anything more for me?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she replied mysteriously, “Have you opened the door?”

“No, not yet,” I replied. ” I have to put away my cock first baby,” I smiled as I tucked myself away and walked toward the door.

I opened the door full of curiosity and excitement, not knowing what I’d find but knowing Vivian had something to do with it. I looked out

and found no one, I looked right and left down the hall and no one was in site.

On the doorstep was a chilled bottle of Cava. As I knelt down and picked up the bottle, at this moment someone stepped into the hall. I looked and saw her long legs coming toward me.

My breathing and my desire deepened. I continued to kneel as I watched her walk toward me, the click of her high heels the only sound above my breathing.

Vivian stopped and stood over me, I ran my hands up her legs and smiled up at her.

“Hello, darling,” she greeted.

Her jacket fell just above her knees and was cinched tightly around her small waist. I wanted to rip open her jacket right then when she asked,

“Are you going to invite me in?”

I stood up with the Cava in one hand and pulled her into the room after me with the other. As she closed the door, I pulled her close and wrapped her in my arms. She pressed her body close to mine as our lips met and we kissed. Our tongues and lips danced together; my cock rose to meet her.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed holding my head in her hands and moving her tongue and lips down my neck.

“Would you like a drink my lover?” I asked as she nibbled my ear.

“Yes,” she replied, releasing my head and stepping back.

I went to the bar and retrieved two glasses as Vivian uncorked the bottle.

“Jack, I hope I’m not intruding. My job tomorrow was canceled so I decided to surprise you,” Vivian said tentatively as she filled the glasses.

“You could never be an intrusion my love,” I assured her. “I can’t tell you how much I wanted to be with you tonight.”

“Cin cin!” Vivian toasted as we raised our glasses.

We savored the taste of our Cava as we savored the sight of each other. Vivian sat across from me on the bed, her long and beautiful legs stretched out before me as we drank. I slipped off one of her heels and threw it to the floor. And started rubbing her foot. She brought her pointed foot to my face, her silky stockings felt cool and soft on my face. I cradled

her foot in my hand and began to kiss her.

I started with her toes and moved my lips along the sole of her foot, she began to wriggle a bit as I increased the pressure of my lips. I could hear her breathing as it grew heavier; I lay her kissed foot in my lap and removed her other shoe. As I brought her second foot to my mouth, Vivian leaned her body back and began stroking my hard cock with her other foot. I crawled off the bed and knelt on the floor pulling Vivian toward me a bit so that her feet rested on my shoulders. I nibbled and licked her ankles and feet a bit more, she unfastened her jacket. First she released the belt then, as she held my gaze, she began to unbutton starting at her neck and moving down. She let her knees fall one to each side, her thighs now two

paths leading to her secret garden. I gazed with delight wanting to

dive but she pressed me back with her feet still on my shoulders.

As she opened her coat, she revealed her black lace corset.

“Ahhh,” I moaned, enjoying my view.

Vivian’s Maltepe Escort Bayan corset held up her silky stockings and spilled her breasts over the top. Vivian wore no panties tonight and though she continued to press me away with her feet, I crawled between her legs and began licking the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

“Ahhh, MMmmm,” Vivian moaned lightly as she shimmied the rest of the way out of her jacket.

She lifted her hips slightly wanting me to lick her cunt but I resisted and continued to lick, kiss, and nibble all around only breathing heavily on her cunt..

“Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh,” she breathed, rotating her hips.

“Baby,” she pleaded grabbing two handfuls of my hair in her hands and pressing my face down.

I greeted her pussy lips with my tongue and gave her what she wanted.

Her Cunt was dripping wet and she wrapped her stocking clad legs around my head and pulled my face deeper into her sopping wet pussy. She moaned loudly as I lapped up her abundantly sweet juices. She had just recently shaved and her lips were smooth and soft; she tasted exquisite. She reached her hands down and stroked my hair suddenly grasping and pulling me closer and closer to her, her feet helping pull me in. My face was covered with her juices.

“Oh my god baby! You lick me so well. Your tongue feels so great licking my wet folds.” My only response was to keep licking her so she squirmed with excitement.

“Baby, I need that hot hard cock inside of me now,” she said as she released her grasp on my head.

I climbed up her body licking and kissing as I went. I stopped around her breast and slowly took he breast in my mouth. This didn’t last long as she pulled me up to her lips and kissed me. She reached between us and spread open my robe, slipping it off my shoulders. I lifted my body slightly and threw the robe aside before kissing her again.

“I cannot believe how wet your face is baby…ohhhh!” she exclaimed as my cock slowly entered her.

Her stockinged legs felt great as they wrapped around mine and my cock filled her completely. Slowly we began rhythmically thrusting our bodies. With my cock filling her sopping wet pussy with every inch, it wasn’t long until she was screaming with pleasure.

“Oh god Jack, fill me up with that long hard cock of yours. You are so deep inside me. I want you to fill me up with you cum.” She screamed.

“You really know how to turn me on Viv. You look so fucking hot!” I whispered in her ear before gently grabbing her lobe with my teeth and pulling her closer to me.

Moving my hands down her back, I grabbed her ass and she let out a moan as she spread her legs further apart. I could feel my cock diving

deeper into her wetness.

“Oh my god baby I am so wet right now. Your cock feels so good

and so deep. “

At this moment I pulled my cock out.

“Where are you going baby?” Vivian sighed as I moved my head down between her legs. I love tasting Vivian after my cock has been inside her pussy. She tastes different and I just can’t get enough. Soon she grabbed my hands and rolled over on top of me pinning me down and pushing her pussy onto my face.

As I continued licking her I felt her moving around a little bit more that usual. When she finally lifted her pussy off my mouth she grabbed my hands a moved them above my head. She took my wrists and tied them to the bedpost with her stockings.

“Vivian!” I exclaimed slightly surprised by what was happening.

I had never seen her like this she was taking control of me and I was excited in this newfound side of her. I was wanting to fill her with my cum immediately.

“Sit on my cock baby, I need to be inside you, my cock is about Escort Maltepe ready to burst” I pleaded.

Vivian looked down at me, her pussy hovering above my face but just out of my tongue’s reach.

She smirked slightly and shook her head no, “Not yet baby. You will have to wait.”

As she tightened the stockings around my wrists. Making sure I was tied tightly to the bed, she moved down a bit so that she straddled my chest and began gently stroking her clit. She rocked her hips all around with her fingers pressed to her clit and pussy lips, pleasuring herself as I craned my neck to watch. I desperately wanted to lick her cunt and fill her full of my cock at the same time.

“Baby, you are fucking hot! I want to fill you full of my cum,” I told her as she continued gyrating over me.

My words encouraged her and she looked down at me as she pressed a finger deep into her wet pussy and pressed down onto my chest. I could feel her wetness on my chest and I lift up into her.

“Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh,” Vivian breathed as she held my gaze.

I could see that she was going to come soon.

“Come for me baby. Let me feel you come. I want to lap your sweet juice,” I encouraged her.

She continued moaning and then she finished, “Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh! Mmmm, Ahmmmm.”

She lifted her body and turned around, she was now kneeling next to me, her ass near my face. She bent forward and took my cock into her mouth and pressed one hand between my thighs.

As she licked, sucked, and kissed my cock from the tip to the shaft, I pleaded again with her, “Let me lick you Vivian. I can smell your sweet perfume and I want a taste.”

Vivian continued to mouth my cock as she moved her pussy over my face. My wrists were still held fast with her stockings so I could not pull her down closer and she was taking her time. When she finally lowered herself close enough, I licked and sucked her sweet juice. Vivian brought me to the edge once more and just as I felt that I could release she lifted her ass and released my cock. I could only moan. She turned quickly and lowered her whole body onto mine. Our lips met as she let my cock into her open and ready pussy.

“Jack, come with me. Come with me baby,” she moaned.

I could feel her hot cunt pulsing as she pulled me deeper and we thrust our pelvises in synch.

“I’m close baby,” I moaned. “Keep fucking me Vivian. Oh! I love how you ride my cock.”

“I’m coming Jack! I’m coming!” she screamed as I exploded inside her.

We lay together, only able to breath for several minutes. My

attentive soldier slipped slowly out of Vivian, at ease once again.

Vivian reached down and put her hand between her legs, feeling our

sex.

“Mmmm,” she sighed bringing her hand to her mouth and tasting.

“Are you going to untie me love?” I asked as she rested her head on my chest.

“Mmmm,” she responded reaching down between her legs for more.

This time she brought her hand to my face. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind but I opened my mouth welcoming our sex. She tasted and smelled quite different with my cum inside her. I had never tasted my cum before let alone our sex.

“You like that baby?” she asked. All I could do was moan “You want more?” she asked lifting her body again.

Before I could answer Vivian moved to straddle my head. She slowly

lowered her dripping pussy down onto my face once again. I turned my

head and bit at her inner thigh not sure if I was ready to dive in to her well-sexed pussy. She continued to press down and I turned my head

to the other side and bit at her other thigh. Her moaning grew again

and filled me with desire.

Before I realized what I was doing, my tongue lapped over her pussy lips and her clit. Her moans continued and I lapped and sucked at her pussy wanting to taste us together now more than ever. It wasn’t long until my cock sprang to attention again.

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The rumor had gotten around that I was about to select people for a plush assignment at work.

Being Assistant Manager in charge of the project, which meant unlimited overtime, I was getting smiles and hellos from staff who normally wouldn’t give me the time of day.

The staff was predominantly female, about 75%, and I had often fantasized that women would make advances toward me for favors, but it never happened.

Married, 48 years old, and average good-looks, occasionally a few women would idly flirt with me, but nothing overt.

On this day, I sat at my desk, 6 foot, 180 lb, white guy, vested suit, enjoying my sudden popularity. Women stopped by my office to say hi, and wish me a nice day, smiling sweetly.

At break time, Brenda showed up at my door. “Hi, busy?”

Brenda is black. Dark, rich, smooth, even black skin. Always dressed brightly, make-up just so. I knew her to be 42 from her records, but she told everyone she was 32 and everyone believed her because she looked so good. She’s a full-figured woman. That is to say, about 5’7, 175 lb, nice round tits and ass, and she has a sexy way about her.

“No, come on in,” I replied. Brenda liked to flirt with me, but I tried to not get involved only because I thought she may be serious. In front of others, she called me Mr. Orwell, but in private she called me Harry.

“I brought you a little something,” she said, smiling, her teeth so white against her dark skin and deep red lipgloss. From behind her back, she pulled a white bag and placed it on my desk.

I opened it and there was a glazed donut and cup of coffee. “Oh, Brenda, I can’t take that. Thanks, but I have to pay you for it.” I didn’t accept gifts. It could lead to accusations of favoritism.

“Oh, pleassssse! Harry, you never let me do anything for you!” She put on her little girl pout, which I found arousing, but I explained about my rule. “Well, I won’t tell anybody, that’s why I made sure no one saw me!”

I really wanted the coffee, and finally agreed, “…but just this once, okay?”

Brenda was all smiles again. “I hope you like black….the coffee, I mean! Giggle!” She covered her mouth in feigned embarassment, but her eye winked at me.

I shouldn’t have, but for some reason, I said, “I happen to be in the mood for black today!”

“Oh, Harry! You’re so bad! Heeheehee! I made it sweet, too, so you’ll think of me, get it? Black and sweet!”

“I’m sure it’ll taste just right, Brenda, thanks.”

She Maltepe Escort waved, and said, “See you later, Baby! Have a good day!” and she was gone, leaving me with half an erection and a cup that would send a diabetic into a coma.

At the end of the day, the parade stopped by on their way home, making sure to wish me a good night, except Brenda. I went to work now that it was quiet and I was alone. This was when I got things done.

The janitors emptied the waste, and moved on. It was 2 hours after work when I heard the elevator bong and the clop of heels down the hall. “Oh! Harry! You’re still here!”

I looked up to see Brenda’s smiling face. Her speech was slurred slightly and her eyes were glazed. “Yes, trying to catch up on work. What brings you back at this hour?”

She stepped into my office, a little wobbly. “I was down the street at Happy Hour when I remembered I left something in my desk. I hope you don’t mind…”

“No, not at all. By the way, that coffee really hit the spot, thanks.” I had my jacket off and tie undone, making myself comfy.

“Oh, sure, Baby! I’m glad you liked it. I like doing things for you, Harry! Shhhh! Don’t tell anybody!” She winked again. “I can’t say that with people around, big ears and nosey bodies!”

I nodded in agreement, again looking her over, wondering what she’d be like in the sack.

“Do you like me, too?” she said, giving me that little girl look again.

“Of course I do, Brenda, but like you said, I have to be careful around here. We don’t want any wagging tongues.”

“You mean like this?” She slowly stuck out her long pink tongue and wagged it back and forth through those pure white teeth, giggling.

“Yeah, I smiled. “Like that.”

She turned, looked outside my office. No one was around. She slowly closed my door, putting one finger over her lips. “Shhhhh!”

“Brenda, people might think…”

“Nobody’s here, Baby! It’s just us, two people talking, right?” She moved slowly to the side of my desk. “Don’t you think I’m pretty, Harry? I seen you lookin’ at me. I know you like when I say hi. I seen you, Baby, when I show some boobies, you make sure to pass my desk a couple times, don’t you?”

“Brenda, listen…”

She pushed my chair away from the desk. “You wanna see me, Baby? You can see anythin’ you want!” With that she began unbuttoning her red satin blouse, and I was mesmerized. She smiled and cooed, saying everything Maltepe Escort Bayan and nothing. The blouse was open and the red half-bra barely contained her creamy brown tits. She bent at the waist and began unbuttoning my shirt. “You like what you see, Baby? Go ahead, touch, I won’t bite.”

I stood, trying to regain control. But she came closer, smiling, still undoing my shirt, peeling it open. “Hmmmm, I knew you had a hairy chest, Baby. You like my brown sugar?”

I stammered, feeling my little brain awaken and start filling with blood, hardening. Brenda must have sensed my arousal because she seemed more aroused herself. “Hmmmm, yes Baby, c’mon, take a little taste, Baby.” Her left tit was out now, and her nipple was huge and protruding. My mind said stop but my hand went to it and felt her hardness as she moaned.

“Yes, Baby, right there, let me show you some real black magic!” Her hand had found my cock in my pants and she squeezed as it reached full size. “Yeah, baby, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

Our lips met and her tongue invaded me with no resistance. We moaned together as my other hand took her right tit out and pinched it. “Ow!” she shrieked, playfully and bit at my tongue as her hands worked my belt.

I reached under her skirt. She only wore panties, no hose, and she was wet before I got there, but I slipped a finger in and she spread for me as she worked my pants down, grabbing my exposed six inches.

Brenda bent at the waist, taking my cock into that hot mouth, those thick, soft lips encircling my throbbing meat. As she sucked, she reached under and tugged down her panties, groaning as she worked herself into a frenzy.

Then she backed off, and without a word, sat on my desk and spread, pulling me to her. I slid easily into her well-lubed hole and we kissed, with her sitting, me standing.

“Work me, Baby, I been wantin’ this a long time!” She began pulling and pushing at my hips, and I glided in and out, looking down at my pink cock disappearing into that black bush, back and forth, back and forth.

Now, she leaned back, letting me do the work, smiling, moaning. “Yeah, Baby, fuck me, fuck me good! Your fat cock feels so good, Baby, FUCK ME!!!”

I lifted her legs as I slapped into her and she began teasing herself and my cock as I thrust, slipping an extra finger into her hole.

She finally grabbed around my neck and tried to squelch her scream. “I’m coming!”

I Escort Maltepe pulled out just as I shot, my cream spraying her black patch, and her belly. “Oh!” she gasped, and slid around to milk me dry with her lips.

When she sat up, my cum dripped from her lip and I wiped it clean and tasted it. We kissed long and hard.

“I know you wanted that, right, Baby? I wanted it, too. You like when I suck your white cock, don’t you, Harry, I know you do! Hmmm, feels like you want some more, too! That’s cause I been a bad girl and you gots to punish me, right?” She was teasing my cock, and biting at my nipples as she talked, arousing me again. I played with her clit as I stood there, nodding as she went on.

“Mr. Orwell, I promise, I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you want! You’re the big bossman and I gots to be good to you!” She was using that little girl voice, smiling as I got harder, taking her lubrication and working it onto my cock.

“Yes, Sir! You want that, you can go ahead. I deserve it! Don’t you worry about hurtin’ me.”

She turned, still holding my shaft, and bent over the desk, and slid my head up to her butt hole, sliding it up and down.

“Oooooh, so big and hard! You want that, don’t you? Well, you just take it, just take it!”

If that’s what she wanted, who was I to deny her? And she liked this little game? That’s fine, too.

I leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “It’s what you get for being a bad girl. It’s what you get!” I held my shaft and went low, slipping into her still-puckered pussy, and she gasped, not expecting that. Now totally greased, I withdrew and pressed against the bung hole, pushing forward, feeling her give way.

“Oooh! Oooh! Oh My God, yeah! Oh, Harry! Oh, Fuck! You’re gonna split me in half!”

She was on her feet with those fuck-me heels and I inched further, leaning over her, grabbing those pendulous tits as they swayed, and she pressed back into me as I thrust and withdrew, harder, faster.

I held her hips as she prattled on about nonsense, but coming from her, it seemed sexy. She was fingering herself as I slammed away, and this time, I announced, “Gonna come!”

“Yeah, baby, come for Mama, give me that cum!”

I grunted and felt myself release, this time, staying inside, spurting again and again.

We both stayed there, panting, and I started getting the regrets. What if she tells others?

As we dressed, Brenda said, “I hope this doesn’t influence your choice in any way, Harry.”

I looked at her sternly and said, “This was our secret, right?”

“Oh, sure, Baby….but I could use the overtime.”

I smiled. “Consider it done.” I didn’t bother to tell her I was gonna use her before our encounter. I may want some more Brown Sugar!

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Our second encounter

I was ready, eager if you will. I felt like a school girl waiting to go on her first date, except for that fact that I had bad intentions. We met up in the parking lot and I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. We both embraced like we hadn’t seen in other in months. We had a mission to accomplish but I didn’t want to leave his arms. We finally decide to get this over with and start walking to the store. He kept his hand near my ass, which normally would have bothered me, but it felt natural. I didn’t want to take my hands off him, but we were in public and to be seen by people we both know, could have been a bad thing. We were a taboo. We got what we were looking for and we left to go to the next store, in his car.

He kept putting his hand between my legs, rubbing that delicate area. He ordered me to unzip my pants, to which I obeyed willingly. This was a new adventure. He got me right to the edge and stopped. I could see where this was going. I felt my heartbeat quicken, my soul was excited. We got to the next store and parked. I didn’t want to leave this space. My pants still unzipped, he said let’s go. I asked if I had permission to get dressed and I could see a flicker in his eyes. I don’t think he realized how bad I wanted him at that moment. He met me on my side of the car and we embraced again, I couldn’t get enough of him. We quickly look for the item we were searching for and when we couldn’t find it, decided that what we did find would work for now.

We leave and walk back to the car, where we just stood there in each other’s arms, playfully teasing each other. He kept asking what I wanted to do. How could I come out and say that I wanted him to take me somewhere and take full advantage of me. He said that we could go back to his hotel, but he didn’t want to make me feel pressured or uncomfortable. I don’t think he realizes how much I want him at this moment. I try and convince him that I was ready, if he was. We left and headed towards our destination. All I could do was imagine what would happen next.

After a hiccup, we finally get into the hotel room and I get even more excited. He seemed nervous but I couldn’t blame him, this dynamic we were in can be complicating. We hadn’t discussed fine details about hard or soft limits. We knew the basics of each other but not enough. I had imagined that the first time in a room alone together would be awkward. It was nothing like I had imagined. We seemed natural. I didn’t want to take my hands off of him and his off me. His kisses were intoxicating. The moment he starts pulling my clothes off, I start to get nervous. Would he think my body was disgusting, would my imperfections bother him? I felt good in clothes, but highly vulnerable naked. I don’t know how, but he made me feel like I was a goddess. Once all of my clothes were off, the look in his eyes make me comfortable. For once in a very long time, I didn’t feel like I needed to be ashamed.

He Kurtköy Escort went down on me and starting licking and sucking my sweet spot. His fingers traveling everywhere. I was in heaven. How could he know my body so well? I kept thinking, if he is this good now, I can’t imagine what this could be later down the line. He gets me to the edge of climax and stops, making my orgasm slip away. I knew what he was doing, and I liked it. He starts rubbing and suckling on my clit again, thrusting his fingers inside of me, bringing me to the edge again. He asks if I’m close and I tell him I am. I can feel myself tightening up, the rush of an orgasm building up. I ask him if I have permission to cum, and he says nothing. I ask again, slightly freaking out because I was so close and didn’t know if I could hold it in. He was doing this on purpose, and I could tell he loved it.

He finally gives me permission and helps me get my sweet release. I thought he would stop but he kept going, making me reach climax again, quickly. I start begging if I can cum again. Once again, silent. I’m trying to figure out what he wants to hear, and I need to find out quickly. I beg him “Can I cum? Please? Please sir, can I cum”. That look in his face turns me on so much. He finally gives me permission and my orgasm comes crashing over me.

We lay on the bed, I’m out of breath. He just rubs my body, looking at me in my eyes. He can’t take his eyes off of me. I don’t know why he seems so mesmerized with me. I’ve never just laid with someone and took each other in. He asked what’s on my mind and I can’t comprehend what is going on in my head. I tell him I have these feelings that I don’t understand. I can’t even explain in a way that makes sense. I don’t normally feel this way and I’m not sure it’s a good thing. All I do know is, I want more of this. We just lay in each other’s arms, caressing each other. This was not what I expected, it was so much more. We were learning about each other but not in the way that we had imagined. Being sensual and goofy at the same time. Moaning and laughing. Learning each other’s body, although he learned a lot more of mine that I his. I kept waiting for him to make a move. Waiting for an order to please him. I wanted nothing more but it never came. He made it seem like his intentions were solely to please me that night.

He starts playing with my body again. I can’t get enough of this. He starts rubbing my clit and get me quickly to climax. I can feel my orgasm coming again and I ask for permission to cum. He never answers and I couldn’t help but to get my release. He looks at me, that stern look in his eyes and asks “did you cum? I didn’t give you permission”. At that moment I knew I messed up. My bratty side came out and said that I couldn’t help it with a smile on my face. I loved the feeling of being in trouble, he had no idea. He makes me edge a couple of times while spanking my ass, punishment for having an Kurtköy Escort Bayan orgasm without permission. Little does he know, I was enjoying that punishment all too much. He brings me closer to another orgasm and I beg him for permission, not letting myself release without it. After begging for what seems like forever he finally says yes.

It was intense, a sensation that I knew he was aiming for. He puts my knees beside my head and started eating me out like I’m fine cuisine. I can’t help but to watch him, it was so sexy. He acted like he couldn’t get enough, and I know I could get used to this. He goes to that forbidden area, and started licking and probing. He was smacking my ass and thigh areas. The pleasure I got from the pain was unbelievable. I could do this all night. I wanted to do this all night.

We are laying down again and he keeps rubbing my ass stating that he wanted nothing more than to spank me, hard. He makes it seems like I couldn’t handle his worse. I’ve told him before, I get off on pain. My bratty side came out again and told him that his baby taps earlier were nothing. I see that firey look in his eyes again, I had challenged him. That’s exactly what I wanted. He makes me lay on the bed, face down and starts spanking me, starting soft at first. He wants to gauge my pain level. I want him to beat my ass. I feel the stings of every blow. God, does he know how to spank, right down to rubbing the area after each blow. I keep wanting more. I need more. He finally quits and although I enjoyed it, I didn’t want him to stop.

He brought me to orgasm again, of course with his permission. I think he loves to hear me beg multiple times. I don’t mind begging, I quite enjoy it. I also enjoy that look in his eyes when he looks at me. The multiple looks he gives me, makes me melt. The certain looks, when he wants my body, when he wants to kiss me, when he’s taking my face in… each and every look makes me tingle.

We spend the rest of our time together laying in the bed. We go from talking to not talking. I loved just laying on him, feeling him. He kept looking at me, staring in to my soul it felt. We play some more, well, he played with me. I keep wondering why he hasn’t let me touch him, I crave to feel him so badly. I want to know how he fits in me, in my mouth. I want to see the look in his eyes when I make him cum. I want to test my skills on him. He focused on me, he knew I needed it. I could see him getting more and more tired. We both had sacrificed a lot of sleep just to talk to each other. My focus lately had been working and him. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was like a drug that I couldn’t resist. Why had we waited so long to connect? He knew exactly how to pleasure me, like he had known my body for years.

We leave the room, him not wanting me to get home too late. I knew he was coming from a good place, but I didn’t want to leave. We go to his car, and stand there, holding each other. Escort Kurtköy Making out like high schoolers. I keep hinting that I wanted more of him, trying to turn him on again. My bratty side coming out again, I keep teasing him. I start kissing his neck, biting ever so slightly. I hear him start moaning, saying “fuck” under his breath. That was incredibly sexy and I loved that I was the one making those sounds come out of him. He says that he wants to take me back up to the room and fuck the shit out of me, which excited me. He holds back, he’s trying to be responsible. Plus, he needed nourishment, the kind I couldn’t give him. We get in his car and head to get some food. I wanted to tease him, to make him rethink taking me back to my car. I still had time and I’m always looking for danger. We get the food and head back to my car.

When we arrive to my car, he comes and kisses me. He’s trying to let me go. I was trying to get him to not let me go. We go to my car, putting my things in it. I bend over in front of him, maybe intentionally. He grabs my ass, mumbling something. I turn around and kiss him, started kissing his neck again. My leg between his, I can feel him starting to swell again. It turns me on so much. He starts to feel on me again, trying to get in my pants, he tells me to unzip my pants to which I happily do. He tells me that if I don’t stop he’s going to take me right there. I start rubbing his hard cock, mmm he feels like he would be a perfect fit for me. It’s late and it’s dark outside, and for once, I didn’t care if anyone saw. I wanted him right then and there.

He starts to make a move, I don’t know whether he was about to fuck me or make me get on my knees, either was fine with me. He stops and tells me to zip my pants back up. I start pouting, something I don’t normally do. I wanted him so bad and I could tell he wanted more of me. I zip my jeans up, still pouting. He starts making me walk to the driver side of my car. Little does he know, I know it’s locked and my keys are on the passenger side of my car. I play along, teasing him for more. He tells me to go, and I try and open the door…it’s locked. I start walking towards him again, to unlock my car. I made sure that I made contact with him again. I could tell he was struggling like I was to leave each other. We both needed sleep and I had responsibilities at home. I get in my car, light up a cigarette and tell him to call me when he gets back to the hotel.

We leave each other finally, unwillingly. He calls me and we talk most of my way back home. When I get home, I lay in bed and I could hear the desperation for sleep in his voice. He falls asleep on the phone, I can hear him snoring. I smile and hang up. I couldn’t be mad, he had sacrificed a lot today for me. I texted him to sleep well and dream of me. He calls me back to tell me good night. We hang up and I think back on tonight, reminiscing on our time together. I fall into a peaceful sleep, something I haven’t done in a while. I dream about him, about us. I relived the night, remembering how it felt when he called me a good girl when I obeyed him. When he kisses my forehead, and the noises he made spanking my ass.

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Chapter 2 – Dreamcatcher
“…look into the fire, into the sky, into the theater of their own minds and ride upon the wings of their imaginations to far away lands in their dreams . . . remember a song or a story . . . people who lived in these far away lands . . . were the dreamcatchers.” – Craig Chaquico
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Rachel walked along the tree-lined beach, stopping to pull on her dress and panties before heading back onto the road. The saltwater had left its gritty traces everywhere, but she loved the stickiness she felt between her thighs.

“Need a shower,” talking to her self, entering her house.

Heading to the kitchen, she poured a glass of wine before heading upstairs to her relaxing shower.

The water was hot and steamy as she let it flow over her head. The hot liquid tracing her soft flesh where Derek’s kisses had just been. Lathering her sponge, Rachel sponged over her breasts, her nipples becoming hard again, thinking of Derek’s lips and fingertips touching her. The flat of her soapy palm caressed her body as she moved her hand lower. Rachel’s clit aching for his touch, but she had to be satisfied rolling it between her fingers and nails. Her vaginal juices and traces of his semen mixed with the soapy water. Rachel leaned against the wall of the shower, her mind wandering back to the beach.

She thought of his cock thrusting deep. Her own fingers pushed deeper-“his fingers.” Rachel pulled at her nipples with her other hand, her body quivering remembering how his mouth drew her nipples between his lips and teeth. Oh, I want more of him, she thought, her vagina pulsing around her fingers, quickening their masturbating pace. Her body began to shake as a quick orgasm cascaded, leaving her feeling half sated, aching for more.

Steadying her back against the wall, Rachel let the water wash off the last traces of Derek. Finished with her shower, she grabbed the fluffy towel from the hook and briskly dried off. Her hair tossed about was no longer dripping as she walked naked around her bedroom, lighting candles. She opened the sliding door to the upper deck and enjoyed the scent of the ocean that mingled with the scent of the candles. Rachel picked up her glass of wine before she went out onto the deck to sit and enjoy the quietness and gentle ocean breeze on her skin.

Quietly sipping a bit of wine, she leaned back on the pillowed-lounge chair and deeply inhaled the crisp scent of the ocean air. “Oh yesss, this is nice,” thinking aloud to herself. The only sounds were the waves gently crashing on the shore and the beach party in the distance. Taking one last sip of wine, Rachel put down her goblet and snuggled back onto her lounge chair. She dozed off into a light sleep.

A short time later, her dreamy silence was broken by low voices below her. “Oh, baby, I’m more than ready for you tonight,” the deep sound of Derek’s voice followed by Theo’s giggles as they walked up to the door below her.

Rachel eyes flew open, seething. She wanted more of Derek, but Theo was going to get to enjoy his caresses. Jealous, Rachel rose, grabbed her glass of wine, and went bounding back to her room, turned on the stereo, and cranked up the volume to some hot Latin tunes. Rachel tossed her head back, drained her glass and grabbed her robe. She popped the stereo off then headed down to the kitchen for a refill.

Bouncing down the stairs, Rachel’s robe opened up with each step. Theo met her at the landing and gave her a surprised look before getting nasty.

“I didn’t think you were up until that crap you listen to came blaring down the stairs. And maybe you should consider closing up!” Theo squeaked, pointing to Rachel’s open attire.

“What, no more studs to play with on the dance floor?” Rachel’s tone dripped venom as she pulled her robe and belt back in place. She was not in the mood for Theo, no longer caring if Derek heard the bitching at his girlfriend.

“You’re just jealous because no one asked you to dance,” Theo shot back, sarcasm oozing in her voice.

“Hey, hey, ladies. Why don’t we all just calm down? We’ll have a little smoke and join Rachel in a glass of wine” Derek tried sooth, suddenly stepping between them to defuse the brewing catfight. Pulling Theo closer, he whispered, “Let’s not ruin the mood, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you go change like you were going too while I roll one,” sending Theo off in the direction of her bedroom with an encouraging pat on her ass.

“Whatever,” Rachel quipped, waving them off, heading into the kitchen for more wine. She grabbed a bottle, thinking, this isn’t over by a long shot, Theo. Rachel’s thoughts were getting devious. Gathering more glasses, she headed back into the living room. Theo was already back, snuggling next to Derek.

Well, what do you know? Miss Stingy Bitch is actually going to share, Rachel thought, flopping down into the chair near Derek to watch him finish rolling a fat joint.

Derek lit the weed, passed it to Theo and turned on the TV. Smoking, sipping the wine, Kurtköy Escort and watching a comedy movie Derek found channel surfing helped ease the tension that was too thick for his liking. Theo snuggled closer to him, stretching out on the sofa. It seems that the tension between the two women had finally disappeared. The three of them shared the last of the bottle of wine and a smoke. Theo felt sleepy and lay her head in Derek’s lap, enjoying the warmth radiating from his legs. Taking a last toke, Theo put the remains of the joint into the ashtray.

Rachel curled herself into a chair, her feet tucked under her robe. She spied glances at Derek and Theo, thinking it wouldn’t be long before Theo crashed in his lap. She is such a light weight, Rachel smiled to herself, feeling catty. She waited patiently, watching for signs that Theo was asleep. Ah, that’s right. Curl up, my chance will come, Rachel watched silently. Theo stirred slightly and sighed, her breathing became slow and deep.

Waiting a little longer and a new movie starting, Rachel signaled Derek to share the remnants of the last joint. Passing the clip between them, Rachel pulled in a long, deep toke. She rose and leaned over to Derek, motioning that she was going to share the smoke with him before she handed him the clip. Rachel’s lips covered his as she exhaled deeply into his mouth, her lips lingering longer then necessary.

When Rachel pulled away, Derek looked back at her, a little surprised at her daring, especially with Theo in his lap, and then exhaled quietly not wanting to wake her.

Derek offered the final toke to Rachel who waved at him to light it again. He drew in the last of the smoke. Holding it deep, Derek motioned for Rachel to come close so he could return the favor. He kept very still, his cock beginning to grow, anticipating the touch of Rachel’s soft lips. Theo’s head, pressing closer, just added pressure to his dare.

Stretching toward him, Rachel’s robe opened slightly exposing her breasts to Derek’s gaze. Her lips covered his as Derek reached around her head holding her there. He exhaled deeply, Rachel’s soft, moist lips kissing him, her tongue teasingly danced around his. A tingle zipped down to his balls as Derek felt his erection jump. How he wanted to pull Rachel onto his lap, but he couldn’t with Theo there. So he held her head close to his, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs as she exhaled back into his mouth. He held it for a moment before exhaling back into hers. They continued their passionate kiss until the smoke was gone. Again, their tongues danced and teased, and Rachel played with his hair before she broke away from their embrace.

Her wanton gaze and smile said it all as Derek watched as Rachel lifted her glass and strolled off to her bedroom. Hips swaying, Rachel turned back, blowing him the same teasing kiss and the same naughty wink that greeted him when he first arrived that evening. She ascended the stairs after her signature exit. Rachel felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing he was horny as hell, and unable to come after her. It brought a smile to her lips, but it also left her wanting him more.

Frustrated with the situation, Derek’s erection needed adjustment-and he needed release. Damn her and her teasing, Derek thought, feeling a bit aggravated with Rachel. He gently woke Theo. She sleepily looked up at a smiling Derek.

“Come on lover,” she cooed, “let’s go to bed.” She traced her hand along the hard bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans.

Anxious, Rachel dropped her robe, pushing on the stereo, flipping the music to some mellow tunes. She flopped on her waterbed, feeling its coolness beneath her. The taste of Derek’s tongue and lips was still fresh in her mouth. As her palm slowly caressed her body, Rachel thought of his lips, again, tasting her skin. The fingertips of her other hand traced her mouth and lips; she sucked on them gently. Damn, I want him in my mouth, she thought as she curled up under the sheet and drifted into a restless sleep.

A few hours later, amid the sounds of the neighbors drunkenly trying to get into their house Rachel awoke from her sleep for a second time. Peering at her clock, it was only 4 AM.

Damn, I want to sleep, she thought, finding nothing left in her stash. Grabbing her robe and tying it loosely, Rachel crept down the stairs carefully trying not to let them creak. “Damn it!” she whispered. Reaching the living room, she discovered Theo had taken her stuff back to her bedroom.

Looking at Theo’s bedroom door, contemplating for only a second if she should enter, Rachel quietly opened it and peaked in. The moonlight in the room was bright enough to see where everything was. Rachel could hear the ocean waves through the open window. The gauzy drapes lightly rustled in the breeze. The low humming of the ceiling fan was blowing the warm, night-air throughout the room.

Maybe they left part of a joint in the ashtray, she thought, tiptoeing from Theo’s side of the bed to Derek’s. Spying the half-smoked roach Kurtköy Escort Bayan near Derek, she moved quietly toward the side table.

Derek, unable to sleep, had been tossing around himself. Theo was willing and receptive but not with the passion that Rachel had shown earlier that evening. He heard the door open but pretended to sleep, spying on Rachel sneaking around the bed. His arm was hanging over the edge. Rachel tried to lean over to snatch the joint, but Derek’s fingers caught the opening in her robe. She froze as she felt his fingertips graze the inside of her thigh.

Enjoying this little game, Derek snorted and moved slightly, turning his hand up to cup her warm dampness. Looking down at him thinking he was still asleep, Rachel smiled turning to face him. Gingerly she pulled back the sheet that barely covered him. Theo had rolled into most of it, leaving very little for Derek.

Stretching her fingertips to touch him, she gingerly traced feather-like strokes along his semi-hard shaft as she wondered, Maybe, he’ll think I’m Theo.

Derek peered at her in his feigned sleep. Still playing, he snorted again and stretched out his legs. Rachel stood very still. Slowly, Derek began to stroke her wet pubic curls with his thumb. A little surprised, Rachel turned back looking down at his face. Derek opened his eyes smiling up at her.

Rachel spread her legs, allowing him full access to her treasure as she continued to gently stroke his erection to life. She quietly dropped to her knees and took Derek’s cock slowly between her moist lips. Her right breast cradled softly in his hand.

Her soft lips gently teased the head as she nibbled just below the mushroom crown, feeling Derek’s cock jump as she pulled him into her mouth, his breath caught in his throat. Rachel’s tongue and mouth wrapped around his shaft, sucking and pulling him in and out of the hot moistness of her mouth. Her lips brought him exquisite torture as Derek was forced to lay still as to not to wake the sleeping Theo.

Rachel gently teased his balls, feeling them contract, her nails dragging gently over his scrotum and inner thigh. Sucking harder, Rachel wanted more of him, nibbling gently over the full length of his cock, sucking him deeper into her mouth.

Derek curled himself over to the edge of the bed for easier access to Rachel. She opened her thighs to his probing, her wetness coating his fingers as he stroked her slit. But the sound of Theo stirring made them both freeze. Rachel kept her eyes on Theo as she slowly continued sucking Derek’s erection. Usually very vocal during sex, Rachel was aroused and tantalized to the brink, staying mentally in control of her body and struggling to keep silent. Smiling, she thought, And Derek has to do the same.

She traced her tongue along Derek’s rigid cock until she reached his balls, planting feather kisses on his sac. She licked and sucked one precious marble into her mouth at a time, rolling them gently in her mouth. Rachel’s tongue danced around his sac as it tightened.

Derek’s heart nearly leapt from his chest when Theo moved, he wanted to taste the full pleasure that Rachel had to offer, NOW! He moved to the edge of the mattress, gently pushing Rachel down onto her back, and then slid off the bed onto his knees, straddling her. He pressed her thighs open exposing her wet pussy, glistening in the moonlight. His fingers massaged her swollen lips, parting them as he enjoyed the beauty of her small blonde curls tightly forming a small stripe up above her swollen clit. Rachel’s soft sigh broke the silence as Derek’s tongue licked the succulent petals of her vagina.

The more Derek’s tongue flicked and licked her clit, she stroked and sucked him deeper into her mouth. His luscious cock dangled just above her so that she could still move her head. Rachel’s hands roamed freely over his body as she pulled his hips onto her, engulfing his cock deeper into her mouth. Derek felt her quiver as his tongue trailed from her swollen pussy lips to the depths of her warm, wet womanhood. His tongue and lips lapped and sucked her clit, repeatedly, urgently. Rachel’s lips wrapped tightly around his cock, slowly sliding up and down, with warm, wet, full strokes.

Derek’s fingers pushed deeper inside her pussy, dancing in and out. Her hips rose up to meet them. His tongue circled her hard clit as she fought to be quiet. He lapped at her slick, sweet nectar from his fingers as he drew them in and out of her velvety tunnel. His face was covered in her wetness. His tongue plunged deeply into her pussy, his fingers rubbing her hard, budding clit causing uncontrollable spasms in her hips.

As Rachel’s pelvis heaved, Derek wrapped his arms around her, shifting his weight to one side. Rachel moved with him as they rolled onto their sides, holding his hardness in her hand, her tongue continued dancing around his engorged mushroom crown, her knee resting on his upper arm. Spreading the soft petals of her vulva, Derek continued to suck and pull at their fleshy Escort Kurtköy softness. His fingers pushed deeper inside Rachel’s wetness, and his tongue continued to tease her clit.

Derek wanted her on top of him; to have her open and suckle the richness she was offering him, to have more of her wetness cover his face.

In the softest of whispers, he beckoned, “Get on top, babe.”

Releasing his cock, she needed no other encouragement. Rachel positioned herself over him; his hard, straight cock waiting for her. She felt his warm breath tantalizingly close to her pussy. She sucked down on his cock taking the full length of him into her mouth until the tip brushed the back of her throat. A pleasure pulse bolted up the length of Derek’s cock, the pressure in his balls building.

Trying to concentrate, his fingers pushed inside her, circling the deep inner walls of Rachel’s pretty pussy faster and faster as she held the cheeks of his ass in her trembling hands. She guided him up and down into her mouth. Her lips felt the contour of his cock’s vein as it grew larger, wider, thicker. Her tongue swirled around it hungrily, remembering how the ocean waves had crashed against their bodies earlier in the evening. She imagined how Derek’s load of warm cum would soon pound the back of her throat.

With that thought alone, Rachel’s orgasm burst forth. Her hips jerked as she tried to stifle a moan, sucking harder as her quivering body hovered over him. Derek’s hand quickly reached out and squeezed her breasts in an effort to signal her to remain quiet. Rachel obeyed his command but it was not easy. The palm of his hand was electric as it pressed against her eager nipples, so hard and sensitive, Rachel’s orgasm surged into another wave.

Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he buried his tongue deep within her. Derek’s face was covered with Rachel’s wetness as he sucked and lapped her sweet juices. He replaced his fingers for just a moment, adding to the warmth building at the base of his cock. He fought to hold back the rising force growing inside him.

His mind flashed back to a few hours earlier when he and Theo had gone to bed. It was Theo who had received his hard spurts of cum, but in Derek’s stoned imagination, it was Rachel who had shared her bed and body with him. He remembered shooting his load of passion into Theo’s pussy within a minute after penetrating her. Yes, Derek had lusted for Rachel all evening, and now he was with her. He wanted this moment to last, to savor the sensation of Rachel’s mouth licking and sucking his cock.

His tongue slid up and down the hot, moist slit of her vulva, sliding his face over to take one of her pussy lips in his mouth and suck on it as he pressed his fingers deep into her passion hole. Rachel, unable to concentrate on his shaft, removed her mouth from him. Almost gasping and moaning with the pleasure she felt, she knew she had to control her outbursts. Derek’s hand gently squeezed her thigh as a reminder again to remain quiet.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard the rustling of sheets as Theo turned over to her other side. He heard Theo softly sigh.

Good. Let her dream away, Derek thought.

The reality of the moment came back quickly to Derek as he felt Rachel’s fingernails delicately massage his hard dick. The warmth he felt growing inside mounted rapidly. His hands moved from Rachel’s sweaty breast to the back of her head. He felt her silky hair cascade over the back of his hand. Her head turned slightly to the side as she nibbled and sucked along the side of his cock. Derek felt her breath as she took him back into her mouth. The warmth he was feeling had turned to fire. He was ready and lightly squeezed Rachel’s head. Rachel nodded; she was ready to receive his load.

Derek engulfed Rachel’s clit with his sucking lips and licking tongue, working her in fast, hard circles to the point of no return.

He smiled when he realized Rachel would take his eruption in her mouth. Theo gave great fellatio, but she never let him cum in her mouth. Derek felt the pressure mounting at the base of his cock and held his breath for a moment. He felt the vein of his cock expand. He remembered Rachel’s ocean of delight. He remembered her tongue dancing with his tongue when she shared the magic smoke earlier that evening. Kissing and licking her wetness, the pressure in the pit of his groin grew stronger.

She sucked down hard on him, pulling the luscious length of him into her mouth. Her nails dug into the cheeks of his ass, holding him tight. Rachel was seized by another orgasm, cumming the hardest yet from it. No longer holding back, his hips thrusting upward, Derek finally surrendered to the waves of pleasure, his cock rushing past her lips, repeatedly jetting warm semen into Rachel’s waiting mouth.

Rachel was stunned at the volume and force of his ejaculation. She had given oral refuge to many a man’s cherished gift, but she had never felt it as warm and as strong as Derek was offering up to her. She wanted all he had to give and more. The stinging shots of semen hit her mouth and throat in hard, rapid triumphs. She pushed and ground her pussy into his face, knowing he was drenched with her juices as the final spasms rocked through both of them.

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Let me start of this story with telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Mari and I’m 40 yrs old and married but my husband no longer cares to have sex with me. I’m 5’7 medium build so I have curves, my hair is long and reddish brown and my breasts are a 36ff.

My partner in crime, his name is Chris, also married and he is 34, around 6’2, very muscular built with a few tattoos over his body but of course when we first started chatting I didn’t know this.

It had started out as nothing but teasing in a chat room, me pretending to rub ice over my body and him licking it off. We had then moved onto chatting in private, still just teasing each other with out the cyber sex, but then one night that changed and I know it was just words that we were typing to each other but he made me feel so much of a woman that I just didn’t want to stop.

We exchanged pictures of each other and when I opened it my stomach done a flip, all I hoped was that he felt the same way. I waited for him to reply to me in an email and it seemed to take forever to come through, then there it was an email from him and all it contained were 5 little words “I want to meet you”.

My head was spinning when I read those words over and over again; I mean we were both married did we really want to take the next step. I emailed him back and told him I would have to think about it for a couple of days. And god did I think about it, over and over again. Then I sent him an email back with just one little word “yes”.

So here I was on the way to the hotel that we had arranged to meet and I had spent a lot of time getting ready as well and had bought myself a new black Basque and stockings to wear for our meeting. I walked into the hotel and into the bar where we had arranged to meet, so that if either of us had second thoughts we could have time to decide before going up to the room.

I looked over and there he was sitting waiting for me, he looked up and across to me as if sensing that I was there and our eyes met. I walked over to him while he stood up and brushed his lips gently against mine and the said “Hello, you look just as good if not better than on camera.”

I was very nervous at first but managed to mutter a hello back to him as I sat down on the seat beside him. We both ordered a drink and while we were waiting on it arriving he took my hand and looked me in the eye, he said “You know that we don’t have to do this, we can always just have the drink then go our separate ways.” I look up at him and my stomach done a flip and I knew there and then that I wanted this more than anything, I reached my hand up to his face and said “No I want to do this, I really do.”

Our drinks arrived and I finished Kurtköy Escort mine quite quickly and then taking his hand I pulled him up to his feet, letting him know that I was ready to go up to the room. We walked hand in hand towards our room and he opened the door and we both walked in, closing the door behind us. He turned round to face me pushing my back against the door and placed his mouth down onto mine, this time no light brushing he waited for me to open my mouth under his and then pushed his tongue in finding mine until our tongues were dancing against each other.

His hands moving up to cup my face, kissing me deeper letting me know how much passion was building between us. My hands reached around the back of his neck pulling him harder to my mouth, kissing him back just as wildly. Feeling his hands leave my face and running down to the front of my blouse, pulling the buttons apart and lifting it of my shoulders and down my arms, letting it drop to the floor.

He broke from my mouth and took a step back to look at me and I could see the desire in his eyes, reaching for my hands to pulled me towards the bed, he then sat at the end and placed my hands around my hips turning me so I had my back to him, he then unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor, I could hear him gasp and feel his eyes burning into me, before he turned me back around to face him, I leaned forward and caught his lips with mine, kissing him again.

He stood back up beside me letting his fingers run over me, gently cupping at my breasts over my Basque, he started to kiss across my neck and over my shoulders, little kisses flicking his tongue while his lips were on my skin then biting down gently onto me, my body now on fire. I felt his hands moving further down my body, trailing his finger tips over my stomach, I could feel my legs begin to shake and placed my hands onto his shoulders to steady myself, he must have sensed this because he turned me around and sat me on the bed, laying me back.

He lay beside me and his hands felt like they were touching me everywhere, we moved a little further up the bed and he began to kiss across the top of my breasts, his hand moving up to them as well sliding under the material cupping one in his hands, feeling his fingers run against my nipple, hardening under his touch, then he pulls the material down over me and places his mouth over it sucking my nipple into his mouth, a dart of passion gripping me and running over my entire body, arching my back underneath him.

My hands moving to the back of his head holding him to me letting him know just how much I am enjoying what he is doing to me, but then he releases my nipple a little Kurtköy Escort Bayan gasp leaving my mouth, letting him know that I miss his mouth already, but he isn’t finished with me he reaches behind and starts to unclip me, removing my Basque leaving my laying there with only my panties and stockings on, he moves his mouth down to over my stomach, while his hands start to stroke across my legs, pushing them open slightly.

My moans are now filling the room as he starts to stroke his fingers up the inside of my thighs, gently grazing them sending chills up to between my legs, my legs open even more, wanting more from him, then feeling his fingers skim across my pussy, he must have felt how wet my panties were because I hear a groan coming from his mouth and then hear him saying “I have to taste you.”

He moves himself in between my legs and his fingers hook into my panties and pulls them down; I lift my hips up of the bed letting him pull them down. I feel his breath against me my pussy already so wet with the anticipation of what is going to happen. His lips are caressing the inside of my thighs moving closer to me, I then feel his finger stroking across my lips, opening them slightly and feeling his finger slide into me and his mouth moving across me, his tongue flicking against my clit.

My whole body raises off the bed with the feel of his mouth on me, his tongue swirling over my already swollen clit, teasing it before he wraps his lips over it and sucks it into his mouth, I feel a second finger entering me slowly pushing in, my hands reaching for the back of his head urging him on, not wanting him to stop, my moans louder and louder as I feel my body getting ready to explode, and then it happens my orgasm hits me full on and my body begins to shake as I scream out “Fuck Chris oh baby, I’m cuming.”

My hands grabbing him, and pulling him up beside me, taking his mouth with mine, tasting myself of his mouth, pushing him onto his back so I can straddle him. My hands grabbing at his shirt, pulling it off him as he raises himself slightly off the bed. I start to kiss down over his chest as my hands roam over him, feeling his skin against mine. Moving further down his body, I reach my hand to the front of his jeans and start to unbutton them, letting him raise his hips so I can pull them down.

Moving myself down in between his legs and stroking my fingers up the inside of his thighs, hearing him moan softly as I get closer to him, I place my mouth against his thigh and start to kiss up until I reach his balls. I flick my tongue against them gently, just teasing them. I then run my tongue up and over his shaft from the base to the head of his Escort Kurtköy cock, swirling my tongue over the tip. Feeling his hand reach for the back of my head and stroke across my hair, knowing now that he wants more, I open my mouth and place my lips over the head of his cock and suck it gently, my tongue moving over him, tasting him.

My hand reaching around the base of his cock, while the other one is stroking across his balls, I start to slide him into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around his shaft as I do, feeling him lift his hips up wanting me to take more. I slide him in further taking as much of his cock as I can into my mouth, then start to move up and down on him slowly at first, savouring his cock. My fingers stroking over his balls as I continue to take him deep into my mouth, I start to move faster on him, my hand sliding up and down his shaft in time with my mouth, feeling him twitch slightly and hearing him moan louder.

His hands reach for me to pull me up beside him and then his mouth closes over mine kissing me deep. He moves on top pushing my legs apart with his knee and reaches his hand down to his cock, pressing it against my opening and then teasing my clit with the head. Wanting him so badly now, I can feel myself lifting up to him urging him to enter me. He pushes the head of his cock in between my lips and reaches his mouth down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples one at a time. He slides further in taking his time, letting me enjoy myself stretching around him, until he is deep in me. His hands slide under my ass lifting me up to him, while he keeps himself deep in me.

He slowly withdraws till the head is just in, and then pushes hard back in making me moan louder than before, setting up a rhythm between the two of us, my hands reaching for him stroking over his body and my legs wrapping tightly around his back. My body aching for another release, my pussy is squeezing tight around him, my body lifting up to him, wanting more, needing more, urging him on. My body explodes under him, pulling him tighter into my as my pussy quivers around him, I feel him pick up speed, wanting him to fuck me faster, moaning louder and shouting for him to fuck me faster.

His head moves above mine and he looks straight into my eyes, so full of passion, leaning forward to kiss me as he fucks me deep and hard with his cock. Both moaning into each others mouths, I feel him swell inside me knowing he is getting ready for his own release, I lift my hips up higher matching his thrusts, telling him how much I want his cum deep inside me, I hear a deep moan escape his lips and then feel him cum deep inside me, filling me, thrusting deep each time to release his juice. Feeling him twitch deep in my pussy, as the last drops are emptied inside.

We just lay there like that for what seems like hours, our hands stroking over each other, as we continue to kiss. Looking into each others eyes, his hand stroking across my face and realising that this is not a one time thing.

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