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It’s the piano I first notice after exiting the elevator and strolling toward the hotel bar. It was Miles Davis, It Never Entered My Mind and it immediately set the tone…soft, smooth and sultry. It perfectly matched the sexy woman I saw sitting all alone at the bar. She was clad in a short black dress and some strappy heels which both did well to accentuate her attractive body. She didn’t notice me yet as I approached slowly behind her as she sipped her wine. Something about the quiet, dimly lit and relaxed bar atmosphere made me feel as though I was in a movie…one that starts innocent enough, but quickly turns erotic with every passing moment.

“Do you come here often?” I ask while taking the seat next to you and gesturing to the bartender who is filling his time polishing glasses at the other end of the bar.

You smile and respond without looking at me yet, “Only when I know the company will be good.”

Your smile is contagious and I order a rusty nail, neat, as the bartender gives me a knowing and somewhat jealous look before preparing my drink. You finally turn toward me as I take my first sip of the smooth Scotch and Drambuie and I’m immediately fixated on your beautiful face. Your tantalizing eyes pull me into you. We both continue to gaze at the other while enjoying our drinks, both lost in our thoughts of anticipation about how the night will unfold. The booze is helping the butterflies and I can tell that you’re becoming more relaxed, as I am too.

My warm hand finds its way to your stocking covered thigh under the bar as we idly converse about the day’s events. The bar is empty and the bartender is busy, so emboldened by the booze my hand ever so slowly slides up your inner thigh and as I feel the stocking end and get to your soft thigh flesh. You slightly part your legs and I can already feel the heat from your crotch, but I don’t make any contact yet. You make a valiant effort at keeping the conversation going as my index finger is making slow circles up your thigh while getting incrementally closer to the goal. When I finally do make it to your crotch, we both gasp quietly and I can tell you’re as ready as I am by how wet you are.

I slowly extract my hand before asking, “Would you like to see my room?”

No reply is needed and we both stand and head out after I drop some cash on the bar. The elevator takes forever to arrive and my will power is tested…while we quietly stand there waiting, all I want to do is grab you and pull you into me so our lips can touch. “Ding!” Finally, it arrives and we scurry inside. The moment the doors touch I turn to you, my left hand brushes against your right cheek and into your hair where I grasp it tightly and my right hand slides from your waist to the small of your back…my hands work in unison to pull you into me as our lips finally touch. The passion is palpable as we kiss, and suck at each other, eyes shut, enjoying the moment. I savor the hint of wine in your mouth and you enjoy the taste of Scotch in mine. “Ding!” We’ve reached our floor and must disengage our embrace. You exit first and I pat your sexy butt as you saunter past me. Damn, your ass looks good in that dress!

Moments later, we’re in the room which I had left dimly lit, bed turned down and the curtains fully open. The view of the City is almost as breathtaking as you. I set the key card on the table and remove my jacket while you’re taking in the view which I knew you would. I hit play on the music I had previously prepared to continue the mood and sit down in the chair I’ve already positioned to face you and the window before telling you to turn around, which you do.

“Slowly remove your clothes, but stay facing me,” I instruct.

You smile and quiver with anticipation. Ours eyes meet as your hands reach for the zipper of your dress. I can’t help but smile as your fingers slowly pull the zipper and the dress falls from your sexy body. I’m delighted to see a sexy black lacy bra that is securely supporting some beautiful breasts. Your nipples are already hard and I love seeing them press against the unlined fabric. You see me looking and smile back Şirinevler Escort at me as your hands reach back and unclasp the bra which causes it to fall forward without the tension revealing yourself to me. I feel my cock harden and twitch in my pants as I look you up and down.

You love the feel of my eyes on you and the uncovered window behind you. I motion for you to walk towards me with my index finger and tell you to get on your knees in front on me. I grasp your face on both sides and we passionately kiss…exploring each other’s lips, tongues twisting together, sucking each other’s lips and tongues. I move to your right side kissing your cheek and making my way to your neck which I suck and lick all the way up to your ear. I do the same on the other side, but my hands move to your back and pull your panties down so I can squeeze your bare ass. You feel, smell and taste so good. I finally break free and lean back in the chair.

“Undo my belt and button and pull down my zipper…slowly,” I command. You smile and proceed with my instructions all while maintaining eye contact.

When the zipper reaches the bottom, you fold each flap of my slacks to the sides and finally look down at the large bulge that is attempting to escape out the top of my tight black boxer briefs. You look back up at me with a smile knowing that you’ve caused this bulge to appear. I’m captivated by your beauty and the feel of you slowing tracing the outline of my growing manhood over the thin fabric of my boxer briefs. You begin to slowly rub directly on him which feels amazing, but between the sexy look you’re giving me and the reflection of your naked ass in the window, I simply must taste you before you taste me.

I lean forward and grasp your face with both hands and kiss your soft lips while slowing pulling you forward toward me until your naked body is laying on me between my spread legs as we continue to kiss deeply…tongues twisting and exploring, slowly and passionately as my hands move through your beautiful hair.

I break from your lips, but keep my face inches from yours, “go look on the bed” I instruct.

You reluctantly peel yourself off of me and stand up before slowly turning while still directly in front of my chair so I can thoroughly enjoy the view of you sauntering over to the bed clad only in your stockings, garter belt and heels. Laid out on the bed is a sexy lilac babydoll negligee with black lace fringe, but no panties. You pick it up and hold it against your sexy body as you turn and smile at me. “Put it on,” I say, which you happily do. My hand moves to my cock which I slowly rub over the dark fabric as I admire you and my mind continues to fill with lust. “Lay down on the bed,” I command. You lay on your side and prop your head up with one hand and look over at me expectantly. I proceed to remove my shoes and socks before also standing and do the same with my slacks and blue button-down shirt. As I walk toward the bed clad only in my black boxer briefs you can finally appreciate my near naked form.

I lay down behind you the same way, with my head propped up with my hand. This allows my other hand to lightly glide just my fingertips over your soft skin, starting at your thigh and slowing making its way over the cheeks of your firm ass and to the small of your back, around to your tight stomach and finally circling your tit closest to me before grasping her the same moment my lips kiss your neck. You quickly inhale as I devour your neck with kisses and licks sending shivers down your spine. My fingers gently squeeze your nipples as my licks continue and I move even closer to you so that you’re now on your back allowing my mouth and tongue to assault the other side of your neck.

Much to your pleasure, and relief, I finally begin to travel down…making my way to your chest. My hand slides down to your ass as my tongue begins to make slow circles around your left breast first while I hold the sheer fabric out of my way. The circles continue to get smaller until I reach your nipple which Şişli Escort I suck into my warm mouth and flick my tongue back and forth across her. I squeeze your ass before repeating on your right breast and then continue to slowly kiss my way down your sexy stomach over the thin fabric until I find myself at the top of your hot exposed mound.

I’m now laying in between your sexy legs and I proceed to kiss and lick my way up your inner thigh where my finger had traced earlier at the bar. I do this to both thighs before our eyes meet as I finally reach your red-hot crotch. I grasp behind your knees from the outside of your legs and help you bend them slightly so your feet are flat on the bed. This helps to fully expose your pussy and ass to me and I finally get to lick from the opening of your hot hole to the top where I pause and slurp your folds into my mouth and flick my tongue over your hard clit as I had done to your nipples moments ago. You gasp and then moan in pleasure as your hands find their way to my head and grasp my hair.

I slide my hands under your firm ass and proceed to lick, suck and probe every millimeter of your delicious pussy with my hot, wet tongue. You are dripping as I turn my tongue into a point and stick it into you and back out again, over and over again. Slurp, lick, suck…the noises of me eating your pussy fill the room and join your gasps, moans and soft sighs. After one particularly wet slurp, I spit our combined fluids back onto your pussy and slide just one finger, then two, then three into you as I really go to work on your clit while finger fucking you…super soft, but steady and relentless licks to your sensitive clit are paired with my fingers rubbing the top wall inside of you…your moaning and writhing only excite me further as you near an intense orgasm…but then I slow down and say, “oh no, you’re not allowed to cum just yet.” I see your frustration, but also a smirk as you know that I know that you like when I’m in complete control of you and your sexy body.

I take this opportunity to sit up and quickly remove my black briefs. My cock is rock hard and I position myself on my knees with my dick directly in front of your sopping wet pussy. I proceed to rub the folds of your pussy to get him lubricated and you smile as you look up at me and say, “fuck me baby, fuck me good…make me your little cock slut.” No encouragement was needed, but it is certainly appreciated and prompted me to insert my stiff member slowly into your waiting hole as we both moan at the sensation in unison. I leave myself buried fully inside of you as I bend down to kiss you. We again passionately explore each other lips, tongues and mouths all while my cock is buried to the hilt inside of you.

You look simply amazing and feel even better as I raise back up and slowly pull myself out until only the tip is inside before sliding him in again…each time a little quicker and a little harder until finally, our bodies are slamming hard together and you finally grab my ass to keep me deep inside as you and I can tell that you’re again so close to cumming. I quickly extract my cock and again deprive you of what was building into a big orgasm. I grab your hands and pull them off of my ass and put them at your sides. I then crawl up and straddle your chest which pins your arms at your sides where I put them. I tell you to open your slutty mouth and proceed to insert my hard cock, wet with your juices, and begin to fuck your hot little mouth. It feels so good and you look so hot with your sexy mouth full of my hard cock. When I’ve had enough and you’ve sucked all of your sweet juice off of him, I take him out and sit on the edge of the bed facing the window.

You smile as I give you the “come here” motion with my finger. You slowly glide over to me and bend down in front of me to give my cock a kiss followed by one more long suck.

“Mmmmm, my pussy taste so good on your hard cock, baby,” you say before wrapping your legs around me and allowing my hands to hold your ass as I slowly lower you back onto Taksim Escort me and my cock is once again buried in your steaming pussy.

“Just wait until you’ve got a mouthful of my hot cum,” I whisper in your ear.

We sit like that for a minute while kissing again…I just can’t seem to get enough of your soft lips. Every bit of you smells and tastes so good. We finally break our kiss and you begin to set your own pace riding my cock. It feels so good as my dick is again sliding in and out of your wet hole with your clit grinding against my hard torso. The view matches the incredible feeling and I tell you to grab your tits which you do followed by sucking your finger to tease me. I pull you down to me so that I can again suck your tits while you ride my cock causing you to moan even louder as the stimulation in your erogenous zones are almost too much to bare.

I let you rise back up as I can tell you’re getting close again so I grab your hands and pin them behind your back and watch for clues in your breathing…there it is, the orgasm is upon you and I wrap my arms around your lower back in a tight hug which includes your arms so you’re helpless and then I stand up…you barely notice as you’re cumming all over my rock hard cock buried deep inside of you….my left hand remains wrapped around your body while my right slides down to your ass and helps your thrusts become even harder while also occasionally slapping each cheek as you’re going wild on my cock in front of the uncovered window.

We finally calm down…slightly…at least enough for me to walk back to the bed while your head is resting on my shoulder and gently place you down and slowly extract my cock. I really want to have you from behind before cumming so I command that you get on your hands and knees. You happily comply and I position myself behind you. I know I won’t last long in this position so I take my time rubbing my cock all over your folds before slowly gliding my way back inside of you. I moan as my torso meets your fine ass and I’m fully inside of you once again. It’s a feeling that I’ll never tire of, and with you, will never forget. I reach for the plug that I had hidden under the pillow and bring it to your mouth. You smile after realizing what it is and proceed to wetly suck it for me. Once it’s good and wet, I slowly insert it into your sexy asshole and shutter at the naughty view before me. My hands then go to your waist on either side and slowly set the pace…in, out…in, out…it feels so good. My body bends down and my hands reach under your body for your swaying tits…I grasp them in my hands and squeeze as the pace quickens.

“Do you want me to cum baby?” I ask.

A raspy “yes, feed me your hot load” is all I get in return and exactly what I wanted to hear as it turns me on so much.

I wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze as I pound a few more delicious strokes and I know I’m past the point of no return. I pull out and you quickly flip over so I’m straddling your chest again just as an intense, body shaking orgasm crashes over me…my eyes lock shut as I tilt my head back and feel waves of pleasure wash over my entire body as jet after jet of hot cum is shot out of my hard cock into your hungry mouth.

Your eyes are locked on my cock erupting in front of your face and you feel every hot jet splash into your slutty mouth and it also pushes you over the cliff of pleasure again as you join me and we cum together…enjoying this blissful passion together…giving the other what they crave, what they need…sweet release from everything…only this moment of extreme ecstasy exists. I can finally open my eyes and I smile so wide at seeing your red lips and pink tongue lined with my white cum. You simply smile and lick your lips before closing your mouth and swallow every drop.

I groan in pleasure at watching you ingest part of me and then I bring my softening cock to your lips and say, “a good cum slut gets it all,” as you use your hand to milk out every drop from my shaft and rub my dripping tip across your flat tongue. “Good girl,” I say in return.

Totally spent, I lay down on my back and you come cuddle up next to me. No covers needed as we’re currently radiating heat. I stroke your beautiful hair and kiss you passionately as we both enjoy the quiet moment, completely satisfied.

After a while I remember and say, “oh, the champagne!” I had completely forgotten about the bottle of Chandon I had chilling in the bathroom. “Care for a bath next?” I inquire.

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Chapter Eight

Joe awoke to the sound of music and feet pounding the floor, some sort of energetic exercise. His head didn’t do well with it, not exactly painful, a soft throb for each impact. He didn’t think he drank that much, but he never did well with wine, even expensive champagne apparently, and maybe somehow the expensiveness added to it like the expensive Thai Stick he’d smoked. Getting up, he put on just enough to cover him, a t shirt and jeans, and passed through the storage space where the boxes of movie equipment remained ready to be opened and into the hallway where gendered toilets, remnants of the hope for a performance venue, awaited his choice. The men’s had a couple urinals and a couple toilet stalls and a couple sinks, making Joe wonder who cleaned them. Though not spotless, they looked to have someone looking after them. A door at the back, Joe being curious about his new abode, led to toilet supplies and cleaning supplies and an industrial sink. That made him more curious because he thought the door between the toilets and his new office/apartment had been for utilities, so once done with his evacuations and hand cleaning, he tried that door and found shower stalls like dorms would have along with a long table that ran along the opposite wall from the stalls, and beyond that, a luxury for Joe in Manhattan, a washer and drier! Above them a cabinet held laundry soap and bleach and a stack of white towels. And behind the last stall, some sort of drying line had been hung from the ceiling, empty at the moment.

It all made Joe wonder why they’d bothered the upstairs neighbors, even if the bathroom there had definitely been much nicer, perhaps Carol’s privileged childhood showing through.

The answer came from his continued curiosity, when he turned on the water for one of the showers and all he got was cold, even after a couple minutes. He’d noticed, washing his hands, that had also been the case.

Finally settling into the desk chair, eating the bagel and cream cheese Carol must have brought down for them and the cold coffee in the Styrofoam cup (with an apologetic note from Jenny telling him she didn’t want to wake him up), Joe realized the problem with the apartment hinted at the evening before when he felt like he couldn’t crank the stereo high. It was actually worse in the morning, and more to do with his typewriter than music (he could always get some headphones). He had to be careful about loudness affecting Carol’s work. He solved it for the moment by pulling out his writing book and his notes. He tended to write longhand anyway, able to make corrections, and typing only when ready. An easy solution, except he had wanted to type, finally able to again, and it was such a great typewriter. He wanted to return to his epic apocalyptic sci-fi novel, finishing transcribing the first chapter which the theft had prevented.

Jenny didn’t disturb him in the least when she walked into their apartment for her break. “How’d it go?” he asked.

“Good,” she smiled prettily. “You?”

“Good,” he smiled back. “I wanted to talk to Carol.”

Carol burst in at the same moment. “Don’t mind me.” And she knelt in front of the file cabinet, opening the bottom drawer.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Joe said to her.

“Give me a minute,” she replied distractedly before pulling out a file. “Mind if I sit there?”

“Of course not,” Joe said, giving the seat to her.

“Thanks.”

“Can we get you something to eat?” Jenny asked.

“Antipasto.”

Jenny and Joe looked at each other and shrugged. “Italian it is,” Joe said and they left.

Little Italy wasn’t far, so they found a restaurant. Joe ordered two antipasti and a meatball sandwich, one of the salads for him and Jenny to share, and some sliced garlic bread. He bought a two liter bottle of Coke and a large bag of potato chips at a convenience store on the way back.

Carol remained at the desk studying the papers and photos in the file. Once Joe set down the food he grabbed a couple folding chairs from the neighboring room. Jenny used the desk for her table and Joe the top of the file cabinet. Jenny poured the soda into Styrofoam cups Joe had also bought. As a sort of joke, Joe put on Carla Bley’s Dinner Music, the eccentric pianist/composer’s odd version of Muzak which she played at Bard when she visited, getting angry that no one was talking just like Carol had insisted for her piece.

Finally Carol closed the file and set it aside. “Sorry. What were you wanting to ask me?”

Joe chuckled. “You heard me.”

“Of course, but sometimes I get struck by something that just needs to get done. In this case I needed to look at an old piece for some choreography for the new one. By the way, Lindy was in it if you want to see.”

“Can I?” Jenny asked.

“Of course,” said Joe. He pointed the blonde out to Jenny. Though looking still beautiful to Joe, there were times looking at her she seemed to shimmer, an incandescent glow, especially when she called things off and all he could do was gaze from afar, Nişantaşı escort rudely staring most likely. Her images restored her to a much more mundane realm.

“She definitely has presence,” Jenny judged.

“Another reason to be jealous,” Carol chuckled, “pulling focus from me.” Despite the amusement, Joe realized the truth of it. He wondered if Carol would feel the same about Jenny and her expressive face. “So what did you want to ask?”

“A couple things. I found the showers.”

“Cold showers only. The washer/drier I just use for cold washes.”

“Why’s that?”

“The water heater went down and we didn’t bother replacing it. Its capacity was pretty small anyway.”

“Why not replace it with something bigger? It’s not like Mark is hurting.”

“Too expensive to make all the adjustments,” Carol shrugged. “It was an extravagance anyway, showers for some resident company. Remember this isn’t zoned for private residency.”

“And the couple upstairs?” Jenny asked.

“Some bullshit about hydrotherapy. The kitchen was expensed as part of a catering service that never took off. If anyone asks, Leroy has residency at his folks place in Jersey, Tom also living there, and they bunk here for convenience, but I don’t think anyone asks.”

“And they probably wouldn’t ask about us living here,” Joe pointed out.

“Talk to Mark.”

“Except I’ve asked a lot of him already. Guilt can only go so far. I suppose I could offer to replace the small capacity heater. At least we could shower when we wanted.”

“I suppose. What else?”

“Loudness. I doubt you’d appreciate the sound of a typewriter while rehearsing.”

“The walls and even the floors are designed for keeping things separate. Remember, this was built as a performance complex so that events could happen simultaneously, no bleeding of sound, and even the backstage here couldn’t be heard in the performance space so that the performers could chat away while preparing and the audience wouldn’t hear them. Let’s test it.”

“Okay.”

Both Jenny and Carol went into the rehearsal space, closing the door behind them, and returned after Joe typed. “Nope,” they both said.

“Very cool,” said Joe. “But I heard you guys thumping away earlier.”

“What, you think we’re elephants?” Carol muttered. Jenny tittered.

“What?” Joe asked.

“It was an exercise called Elephant Walk,” Jenny confessed.

“Perhaps the low frequency,” Carol suggested. “We could test that too.”

“Okay,” Joe agreed and put on his Motorhead album, definitely bass oriented. He cranked it up while they were in the other space and then added a great deal more bass so that it actually shook the floor. He turned both the bass and volume down.

“Yep,” Carol told him. “The bass seeps through, though so does the music when it’s that loud.”

“Got it,” Joe nodded.

The troupe trickled in and once discarding their jackets or sweaters began improvising to the raucous fast paced metal rather energetically. Enjoying their enjoyment, Joe turned it up louder.

No one seemed to like it when Carol turned it down. “No more fun. Back to work,” she announced.

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The troupe laughed.

Putting on the bootleg Suicide tape, Joe returned to work as well on his poem. Then realization stopped him. Yes, the poem was about escaping home, but he had never understood the relevance really vis a vis the dance piece. It spoke about resonances, about how places around his home, the woods, the highway, the street that led to downtown Minneapolis but also led the other way to his old high school and his friend’s home reminded him of events of his youth, luring him back against his need for escape; nostalgia holding him back. But everything had been personal, specific to him, to the point that he wondered, even though he worked for some clarity of these resonant images, how anyone could actually understand the poem. But it had been accepted for publication and Carol had been inspired by it, and the reading of it had at least felt appreciated by the audience, so it must have been understood at some level. He had a knack for language, for the musicality of words in juxtaposition, in phrases and lines, subtle interior rhymes and alliterations, flow. That’s why he preferred poetry rather than prose, the pieces structured, composed in a physical manifestation of the rhythms. And they were composed, not just written, musical compositions without musical notation in the key of speech. He ultimately preferred his poems to be sounded out, no speed reading thank you very much, but recited within for the inner ear or even better heard. He started reading his poetry without emphasis, without emotion, thinking the words would do what they did on their own, but soon, realizing for one it was a boring way to be heard and secondly it held back his own expressive voice becoming all the more expressive by the words themselves, he became far more performative in his readings.

The Sefaköy Escort point being, he had figured what people liked about the poem was the sound of it, and whatever meaning they gleaned from it had been enough to keep them interested and not confused. His specificity had been universal enough to be understood. But had it been universal enough to be other people’s need for and struggle with escape from their home, from their childhood?

What Joe realized was no, it wasn’t, and that was the point. In the multimedia dance, his specific medium at least his part in writing and reading was text and the text had to be specific to him. Would each dancer get their own specific expression of escape? Would the films projected on them reflect that? Something to deal with later, questions to be asked of Carol. For the present, he pulled out the outline he’d had Carol write, the sections of the piece, and rewrote, making the images even more specific while hopefully sustaining the beauty of his language, and in fact improving on it, but ultimately working towards what Carol wanted expressed for that section.

Four o’clock passed, ending rehearsal, but Joe didn’t notice. Not until four-thirty did he glance at the traveler alarm clock on the dresser. Wondering where his partners were, he got up and wound the clock as he did at that time of day and did the same for his Goering watch before stepping out of the apartment. He found his lovers sitting on the slatted floor of the space talking.

“Hey Joe,” Carol smiled.

“What’s up?”

“Jenny was telling me about the piece she wants to choreograph.”

“The Butoh piece?” Joe asked.

“Unh-hunh,” Jenny replied tensely.

“Not going well?”

Jenny got up and did her petite version of the elephant walk, stomping to the apartment door and slamming it behind her.

“Are you being a cunt, Carol?” Joe asked.

“Fuck you Joe.” Carol paused and sighed. “She’s just being young.”

“She told me about it. It sounded pretty cool to me.”

“Grown ups acting like kids. And Butoh.”

“You’re not a fan?”

“It’s just a gimmick, Joe.”

“Have you seen it or is it just something you read?”

“Whatever.”

“Have you seen any Japanese theater?”

“I saw something on Kabuki.”

“Anything about Noh plays?”

“I think they mentioned it.”

“I think Butoh comes from that discipline, everything deliberate and slow and spiritual, which was why I read some of the texts and saw a film of one of the plays. Admittedly it tries one’s patience, but there’s something beautiful, I’d even say exquisite about them. So Butoh can be seen as very Japanese, and not some gimmick. Think of it as something like the minimalist composers where every change becomes an event. If nothing else, you could think of it as a challenge.”

“I don’t know.”

“Or is it something else?”

“What do you mean?”

“Jenny isn’t in the way. You don’t have to force her out like you did Sam.”

“Sam quit.”

“And you had nothing to do with it? And what about Gina?”

“What about her?”

“I saw the way you looked at us when she was flirting with me. She doesn’t remind you of someone?”

“Of course. I hired her because I knew from Lindy her body type wouldn’t be an issue, which it isn’t. She’s one of my best.”

“But not Lindy.”

“Thankfully. Lindy’s one who should always have her own company.”

“But just the similarity…?”

“Alright I had a flash of jealousy from those times with you and Lindy, but I got over it since it was silly.”

“So no repercussions?”

“Jesus. She’s not Sam, Joe.”

“Nor is she Lindy.”

“Get over yourself.”

“But is Jenny? Not just in taking my focus from you, but the audience’s?”

“Egress isn’t some corps de ballet or chorus line or whatever, nor is Modern in general like that. Dances are necessarily unique and expressive, but no, though Jenny has presence and a unique expressiveness, she’s not Lindy. She hasn’t the charisma.”

“She won’t take focus from the star.”

“Who’s the cunt here? But it is my company,” Carol reminded him. “What’s this about, Joe?”

“I don’t know. I get mixed signals.”

“Something the dancers said when you interviewed them?”

“The dancers are happy to be dancing professionally, and they’re mostly happy with you.”

“Mostly?”

“No one’s a perfect boss. They do like the change, Jenny replacing Sam. They like her, Carol.”

“But?”

“Some get your approach to being boss using the carrot and the stick, mostly carrot thankfully, but sometimes, and especially with Sam, the stick came out.”

“And it upset them how harsh I could be.”

“The first time the stick wasn’t withdrawn to be replaced by the carrot. Like I said, they were all okay with the result.”

“But it worries them.”

“I suppose it would, but more it made your technique more obvious I guess. Careful, or not so careful when necessary, Silivri Escort punishment and reward. So how are you treating Jenny?”

Carol laughed. “I get where you’re going. You’re saying they’re on Jenny’s side and might worry about her. Mostly carrot Joe, with a little bit of stick when I deem it necessary to give her a push forward. She’s quick so not all that much.”

“But the biggest carrot is getting their own piece.”

“She’s not ready, Joe. It would be the biggest stick if she fails. Not that she’s expected to succeed right out of the box, but…she’s not ready, okay?”

“I’ll let her know you said that. But if she puts something together on her own time?”

Carol sighed. “Let her know I’ll be honest.”

“It’s not some agenda thing if you hate it?”

“What agenda?”

“Her getting between us?”

“Has she been?”

“Sometimes.”

“You really need to get over yourself.” Carol laughed, responding to Joe’s challenge while getting his joke.

Joe laughed too.

Becoming serious, Joe confronted her. “What about the casting couch, and don’t tell me it doesn’t exist. I’ve experienced it. You told me you saw Gio with Mark. Does it keep the funding going? Does it keep Stella and her husband interested? Hot young dancers’ bodies available to them? And what about the straight girls like Gina. Is there someone I haven’t met? Someone still in the wings? Part of some cabal or something, fresh flesh for old men? Would Jenny need to fuck them, or is it enough you get to fuck her?”

“Jesus Joe.”

“Are you part of this stable of nubile bodies since you have the most to lose?”

“Stop it!”

“I’m sorry, Carol, but you lied to me. You pimped me off to Stella. What am I supposed to think?”

“And you hated it?”

“That’s not the point, is it? Instead of maybe joining us, Stella is bi after all, you waved me away at the party, like go fuck the woman, gigolo. I did as commanded and that’s what I hate. I hated being part of an arrangement. Do I want to fuck her again isn’t even the point. The point is do I have to, like for each installment of my funding. I guess my poem is bought and the two films projected on your bodies. But not the filming of the show or my last reward or whatever.

“Or you could fire me here and now for accusing you of whoring for your art. I’m just here for the one piece, not one of your troupe. You’re really not out much since Mark paid for everything and can obviously afford it. But Jenny…if I’m right about what I’m accusing you of…it’s enough that you’re getting her what she wants, a professional dancing gig, few and far between I imagine. So if you pimp her out too…It’s up to her.”

Joe got up and walked towards the apartment door.

“Joe…,” Carol murmured.

“You lied to me,” Joe muttered. He noticed the door opened a crack and Jenny crying in his chair.

“Why would you say those things?” Jenny sobbed.

“I don’t know. If I’m full of shit, I’m sorry. If not…I’ll go.” He pulled out his sack and started shoving clothes in.

“Joe,” Carol murmured at the door.

“He’s full of shit, right?” Jenny asked.

“Don’t go,” Carol said. “Please?” She went to him and stopped is movement. “Sit?” She urged him to the bed and sat beside him.

“The truth?” Joe asked.

“I promise.”

“Does that mean…?” Jenny asked.

“No. It’s just me and Gio and Stuart and Connie. Sam was…”

“It freaked her out, didn’t it,” Joe said.

“It was step too far for her. She’d been abused as preteen and she had issues. I calmed her I guess, but then she freaked out, became a nympo basically and did any and every drug and any and every body and it became too much for me even if I was probably the catalyst.”

“So I was right,” Joe said. “But an NEA grant?”

“It’s complicated. It started with the grant for the Cocktail Party. Before that actually as far as I’m concerned. The guys too, for Mark. But the grant brought Connie and Sam into it. Nubile bodies for old flesh like you said, Joe.”

“Connie,” Jenny murmured.

Connie’s folks had emigrated from Jamaica to Jamaica Queens. She had deep brown skin, short black hair and a cute face, her body statuesque and voluptuous, a modern Nefertiti. She obviously loved dancing Carol’s choreography. And she was shy.

“Connie strips to make money and has johns on the side. It was easier for her than the rest of us girls.”

“Go on,” Joe prompted.

“Fucking the right guys meant support. Mark set things up, with drugs further incentive, and Stella did the paperwork to get the grants. At first local, it went Federal with the NEA grant.”

“So who takes over for Sam?” Joe asked. “It’s not done yet.”

“No it’s not. Stella wants to set up a board of rich assholes, both men and women, prime donors for write offs and such and encouraging more donations. With Mark involved…”

“Money laundering,” Joe realized.

“Probably,” Carol agreed.

“Along with prime pussy. Sounds like win win for them.”

“I’ll do it,” said Jenny.

“No you won’t,” Joe growled.

“It’s my body, Joe. I want to dance, and I love Carol’s choreography. Maybe she’ll even let me choreograph sometime.”

“If you want…” Carol started.

“I’d like to try, even if you end up tearing it all apart. I just worried…”

“Sam,” said Joe.

“One of my sticks,” Carol admitted. “Just don’t have them act like kids. I hate that.”

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Everyone mentioned or written sexually about in the story is 18 years old or older.

Continuation from “Class Party — Maria and Johan 01”

IMPORTANT!

This shorter story is about two 20-year olds having sex, oral and light anal

Don’t read on if those things offend you, or you find them disliking!

Just when Maria said it was my turn to have a really good time, we heard noise outside. Voices also on their way into the same room as we were…it turned out. The light was lit in the ceiling shortly after we both had time to move half under the teacher’s desk…just fit to hide a little under. And sitting cozyly close to my crush that I’ve just tasted in every way, and given the worst orgasm too…mmmm, it really wasn’t entirely wrong.

As we sat there holding each other, I heard someone commenting on what was smelling in here. But they didn’t stop, they took some chairs, turned off the lights and walked away.

I had come off a little bit at first, but sitting so close to Maria and feeling the warmth of her, and how good she smelled in her hair, and soft she was when I nuzzled around her neck, made me lightning fast ready in my pants again.

Maria turned around and said maybe we’d better stay down on the floor if there were to be any more disturbances. Although, she commented…

“…I’ve already had a good time and came too…so maybe we should go back anyway?”

I looked at her, with probably quite a lot of disappointment. I didn’t know if she was serious Halkalı Escort or not.

“No, I’m still a little turned on, and I thought you’d get to relax properly tonight, too, and you were so good before, you’ve earned yourself a treat sweetie.

Take off your pants and lie down, and Nurse Maria will do a proper examination of the patient’s intimate parts.”, she said giggling.

My pants and underpants went off at record speed. And before I even lay down, I felt a soft hand around the shaft. Oh…it was so nice when she fingered around and started jerking off up and down at an increasingly intense pace.

Suddenly she lowered her mouth and took the whole dick in her mouth, sucked hard and soft, up and down the entire length…ooh, that was sooo good! The very best!

“I want more, too.”, she said.

And agile she swung around her legs, and in no time we were in a 69 and I had my tongue back inside her warm wet cave.

As if her sucking wasn’t nice enough, her pussy on my face didn’t exactly make me any less horny.

I thought I’d have to do something, so it doesn’t shot out right now. And I already caressed her butt, so grabbed her buttocks, and lifted myself upwards towards her pinkish and so inviting anal.

I hadn’t licked anyone there before, but without more thought, I now had my tongue against her forbidden hole. And right away, she tightened up and stopped sucking.

“Oh, Küçükçekmece Escort now you ended up too far up with your tongue, my dear.”

“No, not at all.”, I muffled out, while I had my mouth full of sexy teen anal.

“Do you like licking girls’ butt?”

“I haven’t done it before. But I just love tasting and licking you there. Please, can’t I continue?”

Maria hmmm a little uncertain, but kept sucking me. And now it felt even better than before.

I think this lit her up. And me, too, for that matter! I was in heaven! Lying in a 69 with my dream girl and licking her ass while she was giving me the best blow job in the world! What could be better?

I heard Maria say something about butt stuff and something else, hard to catch though, since we were both busy with our tongues and mouths elsewhere….

Soon after, I felt a finger find its way under my balls, poked…back up… and came back clearly moister. Had she deliberately tasted her finger after she…? I didn’t have time to think any more until she firmly pressed her finger pretty deep in my ass. And it was like lighting a powder keg, I came and came in her mouth…half blackened out it was soo good… and just held her buttocks tightly with my tongue half inside her tasty butt…. shooting load after load…

It was an effort to get back to life, after that experience.

But I didn’t get that long at all to fully come Mecidiyeköy Escort back, because Maria didn’t stop sucking or pull out her massaging finger while I was away…. and I noticed I was still hard.

And now there was another swift maneuver on her part, but this time her face and my face ended up opposite each other, and while she looked me so deep into my eyes that time stopped, I felt a hand forming around the shaft and rubbing around her soft opening, while she was targeting, or just having a little nice and cozy with me. And then, slowly sinking…up a little again. And then she sighed and completely lowered herself.

It was really good I finished off before…because otherwise it would be over for me by now. It was so good, sooooo good I didn’t…….I would have liked to stay in this position forever. Forever be inside the best, finest and sexiest girl of my dreams.

With that, Maria started riding me. First gently… curiously feeling around… but after a while, and with her fingers tightly half-scratching on my chest, she started riding me harder and wilder. All while biting her lip hard so as not to sound so much.

Wilder and faster the divinely ride proceeded and just when I felt that now I come again…then she jumped up and down hard with her hands drilled into my chest, and shot back her head…

…and while I came like there was no tomorrow, Maria cramped in her second or was it the third orgasm of the evening. Oh, we were locked to each other, closely locked…squirting love fluids in and on each other in what felt like an eternity.

After a while, we both started to move. Maria had been lying on my chest for a while with me still inside her. We lay there gently kissing and snuggling, wondering if we should go back to the party and the others…. but it really didn’t feel like there were any kind of rush to get back, not for her, and absolutely not for me.

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I am a 27-year-old Phys-ed teacher. My body has stayed in the same trim shape I had in college, thanks to my teaching. I am 5’9″ tall, weigh 135 pounds, and have a well-shaped figure of 37 – 24 – 36. My tits are full, firm, and real, and do not need a bra for support, they stand up just fine on their own. I like to keep my pubic region completely shaved and bare, for any lovers that want to eat my pussy. It does encourage them to get down there and lick me to a wild climax.

One day, just after classes, two of the senior boys asked me if I could join them and one of their girlfriends for a two on two basketball game in the gym. During the game, the janitor stopped by and asked me if it was all right for him to leave, and if I could lock up after we left, since that was his responsibility, being the usual last person to leave the school. I assured him that I would do that.

After some spirited competition, we decided we had played enough. Elaine asked me if it was all right if Jack could join her in the girl’s shower room, so he could wash her back. At my okay, Jack shot me a grin, as he and his girlfriend Elaine headed for the girl’s shower room. It was after hours, so I was not going to get all stuffy, hell, they were all healthy well-developed horny teens, and if they wanted to shower together, and maybe more, I was not going to get in their way. Since I was less than 10 years ahead of their ages, I remembered being hot and horny at 18.

Russ was getting an eyeful since I had not worn a bra, my hard nipples were pressing out the front of my sweat-soaked T-shirt as he ogled the view of my firm tits. I noticed the bulge in his pants as he took in the view. I chuckled to myself that an 18-year-old would be responding to an “old” lady, even though the sight of his large bulge got my mind going in another direction. He seemed to be a very well-hung young man, and we parted as I headed for the coach’s shower and locker room, and he headed for the boy’s locker room.

I kicked off my sneakers, peeled off my socks, stripped off my sweat-soaked T-shirt, my gym shorts, and panties. My panties were damp, and it wasn’t just the sweat of the workout that got them that way. Under the warm spray of water, I could feel my pussy creamy wet with my juices. Getting athletic always makes me horny, after every class, I always need to visit the ladies’ room, so I can have some privacy to relieve the burning fire in my pussy by stroking myself to orgasm.

I wondered what Jack and Elaine were doing in the girl’s shower room. Did he have her pinned to the wall while he fucked her? Was she riding his dick under the shower? Was she on hands and knees, grunting passionately as Jack rammed her from behind? Adding to this was the bulge of Russ’ large stiff cock, and it just gave me more of a push. The drumming of the water lulled me along. There were no other teachers there, I was alone, and I could play with myself to my heart’s content. Many times I had been able to finger myself wildly in the shower after class, so I let my hands roam to explore my body. My fingers grazed my belly in a sensuous caress. Running my hands in circles, I could feel my nipples standing out hard and erect, the areolae reddened and needing my touch.

I reached up with both hands and cupped my breasts, fingers stroking and tweaking my hard, aching nipples, sending pulses of pleasure racing to my hot center. My head lolled back and my breaths grew deeper.

I imagined a naked man, hard and erect, forcing his way into the shower. He grabs me from behind, clamps a hand over my mouth so I can’t scream, my hands became his hands, roughly stroking and caressing me, turning me on before he would lift me up, and ram his hard, aching cock up my cunt from behind.

This set me on fire with lust. One hand caressed my breasts, stroking and tweaking my throbbing tits, while the other ran over my thighs, my hips and belly. I caressed hips and buttocks, down the crease between my cheeks, fingering and rubbing the skin between my asshole and my pussy, stroking my tightly puckered asshole, feeling it twitching with desire. The tip of my finger teased insistently at the tight pucker, I could feel the pressure build, my body was virtually throbbing. My hands went to my pubic area, my pussy was throbbing, Esenyurt Escort I slipped two fingers up my soaking cleft, and my other hand started to strum at my clit. I was almost there, I was on the verge of an orgasmic explosion.

Suddenly the shower curtain was whipped aside, I felt the rush of the cool air intruding. My back was to the curtain, and I spun around. Russ stood there, totally naked, his cock rock hard. I felt powerless to move, the sight of that huge cock got my juices going. It was a big beauty, curving upwards, steel hard, I could virtually see it throbbing, it made me breathless. I could see the glimmer of lust in his eyes as he drank in the sight of my completely naked body.

“Let’s be environmentally friendly, and shower together. I’d love to wash your back.”

Russ stepped into the stall, I slipped, and Russ held me up, he was built like a well-developed 18-year-old, I could feel his arms go around me, and his lips pressed against mine. The kiss grew hotter and deeper, his tongue slipped out, and started to press against my lips. I could feel myself responding as my tongue joined his in a tongue-twirling kiss that made my burning pussy pulse with heat. I could see in my mind’s eye a vivid picture of student and teacher locked in a forbidden embrace. I knew it was totally inappropriate, but the feel of Russ running his hands all over me, my turned-on state, and his hard, throbbing cock, so ready to fuck me, made me unable to stop it, it just made me even more turned on, the very forbidden nature of what was about to happen, student fucking the teacher.

“Don’t stop, keep going Russ, do it!”

That made me even hotter, I was almost dizzy with desire. I could feel his fingers stroking at my hole, feeling the slipperiness of my gushing juices. His hands then clamped around my ass cheeks, and he lifted me up, getting me ready. I could feel the head of his cock nudge against me. My cunt was on fire, aching and throbbing, and I needed him to jam every last inch deep inside my fuckhole.

“Yes, yes, fuck me with that huge cock!” I gasped. “I want every last inch in me, fuck me, and explode your hot load deep inside me, fuck me NOW!”

Russ was more than happy to comply, and he let me down slowly, impaling me. I howled with pleasure, his cock rubbed the underside of my clit, and that was all I needed. I clung to him, uttering wordless cries of pleasure as my orgasm crashed over me, as he impaled me completely on his 9-inch log. I could hear his grunt of pleasure, as he sank in right to the balls, I could feel the swollen head thumping against the back wall of my cervix, making me grunt loudly. I could feel my eager pussy stretched wide around his big shaft, wrenching and spasming wildly, my cunt juices gushing around his big prick. Grabbing my ass cheeks, he pulled out slightly, and rammed it back in.

My mind quickly conjured up a picture, of Jack and Elaine fucking wildly in the girl’s shower room, while Russ was fucking me wildly in the coaches’ shower room.

I pictured what we looked like in my mind, horny high school teen wildly fucking the turned-on slut teacher, and I could hear his lust grunts as he pinned me against the shower stall wall, his log of pleasure ramming me like a pile driver, his mouth bent down to suck at my tits. The feel of his mouth sucking my hard nipples sent pulses of pleasure racing to my burning cunt, and I could feel another orgasm building fast. His cock drove in and out, power fucking my tight cleft, his cock was throbbing. I suddenly felt it jerk, and swell to even greater hardness, fuck, it felt like his cock had become a steel-hard pipe as he reamed out my fiery fuckhole.

“Oh fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna flood your burning cunt baby, OH YEAH!” he howled.

Hearing him call my cunt what it was, a horny cunt, shoved me into another orgasm, my cunt clamping tightly around his shaft, quivering wildly, my inner muscles spasming and milking greedily at his stiff, steel-hard shaft, just as I felt his cock start pulsing. His cock exploded, jerking and pulsing, tossing off wildly, gushing thick streams of spunk as he splattered my insides, his cock pouring what felt like a fountain Etiler Escort of cum into my very depths. The tight spasms of my burning pussy greedily milked his huge shaft, sucking out every drop he could pump into me.

As the orgasm faded, and the water brought us back to the here and now, Russ fled. I slid slowly down to the floor, my legs splayed apart, Russ’ cum trickling out of my pussy. I was dazed by the intensity of our coupling, that first orgasm had been my most violent ever. Almost without thinking, I reached down, scooped up some of his spunk, and tasted it. It tasted sweet, and I wished he had stayed around, and filled my mouth.

I quickly washed off, dried myself, and was outside the locker room, looking for him. He was gone, and I decided I had to confront him tomorrow. Even though it was great, and I wanted him again, I was the teacher, I had to end it, and let him know that I would not make any trouble for him.

The next day, I told him to meet me after class in the gymnasium equipment room. Russ was agitated, as I tried to explain what had happened, that it shouldn’t happen again, and I would not make any trouble for him. I put my arms around him to try and comfort him. That was a mistake, and I could feel all the horny remembrances of last night return. Russ did too, and I felt his hands reach up, and start to stroke at my tits.

The pulling and light tweaks he gave my stiff erect nipples started the fire going in my pussy and I was lost again. I yanked off my top and let my big tits swing free. Russ’s pants had a huge bulge, and I wanted to suck his shaft. In almost no time, I had his pants and underwear at his ankles, and my hands were caressing that cock. I planted kisses up and down his shaft, then swirled my tongue all over, licking him like a lollipop. I then slid my mouth down his shaft. As I went up and down, I fit in 4 inches, then 5, then 6, 7, and with all my cock sucking skills coming into play, I took him in right to the balls.

He grunted out, “Oh yeah baby, suck my cock, you got a great mouth, real tight cocksucker lips, I’m gonna fill your sweet mouth baby!”

His hands started to stroke at my head, running his hands over my hair. That always turns me on, it made me hungry for his load. I could feel his mighty cock jerk and swell. I cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, and I kept my lips clamped tightly around his shaft, eagerly awaiting his flood of cum.

Russ howled as his throbbing prick exploded. His climax was tremendous, he quickly filled my mouth, spewing thick ropes of spunk all over my tongue. I love it when a guy’s cock gushes a massive load like that, my mouth overflowed, and I could feel it running down my chin, and dripping on my tits. I sucked down every drop I could, and I used my fingers to scoop up the cum on my tits and licked them clean, I didn’t want to waste a drop.

I tore off my gym shorts and panties, and Russ pushed me back on the gym mats. He stripped off his shirt, kicked away his pants and underwear, and he was hot and naked, all for me.

“Oh yeah, your bare pussy, damn that’s so sexy! I just gotta lick that all over!” Russ growled.

“Go ahead and eat me Russ, it’s all hot and juicy just for you!” I cooed.

He licked and kissed his way down my body, the touch of his lips on my skin sent horny sizzles of pleasure racing to my pussy. I could feel his hot breath between my legs, and his tongue slid over the folds of my soaking cunt, over and over. He gently spread apart my wet folds, and slid two fingers up my cunt, finger fucking me while his hot mouth zeroed in on my clit. Once his tongue and mouth were on my clit, I came explosively, howling with pleasure as my throbbing cunt exploded. Russ rose up, his cock rock hard and ready again. I spread my legs wide, letting him know where I wanted that big beautiful cock to go.

“Oh, yeah, let me have it”, I growled, “ram that big beauty deep and fuck me. Fill my burning cunt, I want to feel your prick exploding and squirting wildly inside me, filling my horny cunt with a huge load of hot spunk! Fuck me NOW!”

Russ was happy to oblige, as he got between my spread thighs, and I felt his cock nudge against my Fatih Escort opening. He pushed in, slowly and steadily, I grunted with pleasure as I felt his big cock fill up my horny hole, stretching the walls of my pussy apart. With a final push, all of his nine inches were shoved up my burning fuckhole.

His cockhead thumped solidly against my cervix, I love the feeling of my eager cunt being stretched wide around his big, thick cock. Russ pulled back and pushed in, getting a rhythm going. I wrapped my legs around his waist, so he could go deep, right to the balls, over and over. Soon, he was plunging into me over and over, reaming out my fiery fuckhole. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he drove his 9 inches in, right to the balls on every stroke. I was almost delirious with pleasure as he power fucked me, I could feel my cunt, hot and horny, building up to climax, my fiery fuckhole eager for his wet spray of semen to fill me up.

“Yeah, Russ, fuck me hard! Let me have what you got, I want every drop you got! Explode your burning load up my horny cunt, let me have it!” I hissed.

I could feel his cock jerk, swelling tight with a massive urgency. I could feel the head of his cock wedge open my cervix, opening a clear path to my womb.

“Oh fuck, yeah, you are one hot fuck, I’m gonna cum, gonna fill up your hot cunt baby, yeah, oh Fuck YEAH!” he howled.

My cunt exploded, I could feel the burning tide of orgasm sweep into me. My howl of orgasm joined Russ’, as his cock pulsed wildly, squirting a fresh load of thick, hot cream deep, filling up my womb with his hot load.

I was still horny as hell, after the first orgasm, I just want more. We picked up our clothes and made a naked dash into the PE teacher’s locker room. As part of a security measure for female PE teachers, the door has a deadbolt that can only be unlocked from the inside, to assure that female PE teachers would not be attacked when alone and in the showers. I quickly engaged that deadbolt and led Russ into the showers. In the shower, I soaped up my hands and slid them up and down his big cock, I could feel his cock surging in my hands, and was pleased to see that Russ was a normal 18-year-old, ready to go again and again. Which was great, because I was more than ready.

Under the warm spray of water, Russ lifted me and impaled me again on his cock. Being drained twice made his orgasm take longer, and I rode his horse cock to orgasm after orgasm, cumming over and over again until I was almost dizzy. Fuck, I felt like I was cumming my brains out, that huge shaft fucking me to the core until he roared, and his cock gushed another hot load up my wildly quivering cunt, painting my womb with another rich load.

Since it was Friday, I gave him my address and told him to come by on Saturday, and we’d have more fun. Fuck, did we ever. We fucked and sucked all day, half the night, and most of Sunday. He was insatiable, and his big 9-inch cock would be ready, over and over, and I totally enjoyed draining that big beauty with my cocksucker’s lips and riding his big prick to orgasm after orgasm as he blew several loads up my tight, fiery cunt. I also gave up my tight virgin asshole to him. Getting on my hands and knees, I cocked my ass up to him.

“Russ, lick my tight asshole, finger it, then fuck me up the ass! Plug my hot hole, I’m still a virgin back there, and I want you to bust my backdoor cherry!”

Russ was happy to do so, and the feel of his hot mouth and fingers rimming my tight hole was almost too delicious. I could feel the hard stiffness of his cock poised at my ass, then the pain of getting opened up, as he slid his steely 9 inches slowly up my tight asshole, sliding up my virgin tunnel. Thanks to his using lots of lube, and his slow, grunting reaming, the pain quickly receded, fuck, it felt so fucking great to have him bust my cherry asshole. I urged him on, and as he fucked my ass, he reached around, and his nimble fingers diddled my throbbing clit, until my orgasm blew apart, my asshole clamping down on his cock, I was almost delirious with pleasure as he plowed into me, his prick exploding, filling my tight bunghole with his thick sperm enema.

Now, all our after school basketball games are followed by hot, passionate, sweaty sex in the coaches’ shower room, where he fucks all my 3 hot horny holes, and hot sweaty marathon sessions of sex on the weekends, where he does my cunt, ass, and mouth as many times as he can get it up, which, being a horny 18-year-old, is MANY times. We may skip the after-school basketball, but we never skip the after-school sex, and his cock is keeping my horny holes very well filled and satisfied.

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I was thrilled! A road trip? I always loved to travel. Dan had come and asked me if I wanted to take a road trip to the central plains with him. I was all for it!

We left early the first day. We don’t get to see each other all that much. How a man who spends so much time anywhere but home would want to take a trip like this was beyond me. We talked and laughed and just generally took our time.

We pulled into a hotel right before dark, and got ourselves a room. We asked the desk clerk where we could eat around there. It was a small town, but there was a nice little dive that he told us to go to. We ate and sat and talked over a few drinks. I missed getting to spend time with him. We’d been through most aspects of a relationship – started out as friends, became friends with benefits, tried to take it took the next level, but decided to remain friends.

I felt the tale-tale signs in the pit of my tummy that tonight was going to be interesting, and that Beylikdüzü Escort I was not going to need those toys I packed. Yes, we’ve had a past and he cannot walk by me without my pussy getting wet, but truth was, we were staying at someone’s house, and I did not feel right about screwing him there. We walked back to the hotel room. It was a breezy spring evening. The air felt fresh. I grabbed his hand as we were walking and laid my head on his shoulder. We walked in silence the rest of the way.

We got back to our room and I told him I was going to get my shower. I got in my bags and got some comfy clothes. I was feeling a little fumbly, but quickly went to get my shower. I pleasured myself over and over while I took my shower. As I said, this man has that effect on me, but it had been awhile for us, and I was not too sure he was in the same mind-set.

When I turned Beyoğlu Escort off the water and stepped out of the shower, I heard, what was unmistakably my vibrator. I got dressed and there he was looking amused at my vibrator, which was on high. He looked at me and smiled and said he believed you could run a car on that kind of power. I laughed and took it from him, reminding him I like it hard. I put my vibrator back in my bag just as I heard him say, “mmmmm…. nothing like the smell of fresh showered skin and sex”. That was my answer.

He was still setting on the bed. I straddled his legs and kissed him. Running my fingers through his hair, sucking on his lips. It felt like there was a fire between my legs. I was ready for him. He had his hands under my shirt, pinching my nipples. I pressed down and felt his hardness respond to me.

He took my shirt off, wrapped his Büyükçekmece escort arms around my back and sucked hard on each of my nipples. I moaned, knowing I was growing wetter by the second. He rolled me over and laid me on the bed. As he kissed down my stomach, he pulled my pants down. I was not wearing underwear, but normally I sleep in the nude and he knew that. He slid himself off the bed and raised my legs. I felt his tongue dive right into my pussy. He moaned, obviously had gotten a mouthful.

That little hotel in the outskirts of a small town came alive that night. I screamed and moaned as he ate me and made me cum over and over. I was exhausted by the time he finished and he slid back up, sliding his cock in my pussy. He slid his arms under me, and cradled my head in his hands as he thrust into me. I tasted my cum on his lips and licked them clean.

I knew he was getting close, he set up, and pulled my legs flat up on his chest and pumped me hard. He grunted and cussed as he pumped me full of his seed, emptying every last bit into my waiting pussy. Immediately he went back down and stuck his tongue right were his cock had been, and sucked out our cum. He came back up and kissed me, dropping our cum in my mouth. We tasted amazing together.

He rolled off of me, and cuddled me as I drifted off to sleep. So far, our trip was turning out amazing.

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Hey all, it’s been a pretty long while, I just haven’t had time to write much. So here’s the first thing I’ve written in a while. I plan for this to be a multi-part series. This first part is relatively tame and pretty short and a lot of it is setup. Think of it as more of an introduction, if you will. Future parts will be longer and have more action. No exact time table for the other parts, but they will come. So, in the meantime, please enjoy this small taste. Feedback is always welcome, I just ask that you aren’t douchey about it.

All characters in this story are 18 years or older.

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I have a bit of predilection for bad girls. Almost all of my girlfriends have been undeniably hot, but also bad for me. And every one of those relationships ended poorly. You’d think I would learn my lesson after the first few, but nope, I just kept going back for more. They looked good naked and they were willing to sleep with me, so as far as I was concerned, they could be as bitchy as they wanted. And so it was with Erin Crowe.

Erin had been my girlfriend during my senior year of high school. We weren’t dating for very long before she turned out to be like all the others. She treated me poorly and expected me to do everything for her, but she let me have sex with her, so I never fussed. I gave her all of my attention, meanwhile, she gave me less than half of hers. She often flaked on me, ignored my texts or calls, but then would turn around and get mad at me if I didn’t respond to hers texts or calls immediately. But again, I was a sucker for a hot girl.

It was Saturday, Erin and I had planned to hang out and she told me to come to her house. When I got to her house that afternoon, I knocked on the front door and waited for Erin to come to the door. However, it was not Erin, but an equally attractive older version of her that answered.

“My, aren’t you a handsome one, you must be Erin’s new boyfriend. I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Erin’s gorgeous mother greeted me at the door.

“Oh, uh, thanks. It’s nice to meet you too. Is Erin here?” I asked.

“No, she’s out with her friends at the mall. I’m sure she won’t be much longer, you’re welcome to wait here until she gets back.” she replied.

Wonderful, Bahçeşehir Escort I thought. She flaked on me again. I took the time to drive across town to meet her at her house at the designated time and she’s nowhere to be found, but I did get the opportunity to meet her ridiculously gorgeous mother for the first time, so a silver lining, I guess? Before even responding to Ms. Crowe’s offer, I asked her to give me a second while I stepped away and called Erin.

“Hey, what do ya need?” She answered for once, if not rather rudely.

“I’m at your house, like you said.” I told her.

“Oh crap, I totally forgot. I’ll be there in like an hour, so just wait there, kay? Bye.” she said, hanging up the phone before I could even respond.

I just let out an audible sigh and then turned back towards Ms. Crowe who had been patiently waiting in the doorway.

“I guess I’m waiting here then, if that’s alright.” I said.

“Of course, that’s fine. Come on in.” she said, ushering me into the house.

“Thanks, Ms. Crowe.” I said.

“Ms? Come now, I’m not nearly old enough for this Ms. stuff. It’s Erica, and I didn’t catch your name.” she responded.

“Oh, right, sorry. It’s Cole.” I replied.

“Cole… I like that name. Strong name for a strong handsome young man such as yourself.” she said

“uh… thanks…” I said as she led me through the house to the living room.

I was fairly used to being complimented for my appearance, but this was the second time in our first meeting that she’s done it. It felt a little awkward. Mind you, I did appreciate the compliments, especially from a beautiful woman such as herself. It’s just that she was basically a stranger and being complimented like that by strangers felt a little awkward to me. I didn’t know much about her besides the little bit that Erin had told me. I knew that she was in her 40s and single because Erin’s father had bailed some years ago. Other than that, I knew the obvious, she was very beautiful and apparently pretty nice judging by her warm greeting. I could see where Erin got her good looks from. She stood around 5’8 and had a busty figure. Long dark Bakırköy Escort brown almost black hair, deep green eyes, naturally tan skin, and just a few faint wrinkles here and there that indicated her age very slightly.

“So Cole, if you don’t mind me asking, you and my daughter, what’s the story?” she asked me as we sat on opposite ends of the sofa in her living room.

I looked at her in confusion. The story, what did she mean by that? Like, how Erin and I met? Or what? I mean, it seemed to be a rather loaded question and I was confused about how to answer it. Luckily, she sensed my confusion and quickly followed up with a clarification.

“What I mean is, you seem to be a nice and dedicated young man, and well, you know my Erin, she’s not exactly easy. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter, but I also know that she can be quite difficult. As far as I know, she’s treated all of her boyfriends rather coldly.” Erica explained.

Even with her clarification, I still didn’t have an answer.

“I suppose I’m confused. A stud like you could have any girl he wants, yet you’ve chosen one who doesn’t treat you right. And you remain dedicated to her, so much so that you’re still willing to wait here for her despite her ditching you to hang out with her friends. It feels bad to disparage my daughter like this, but it pains me to hear her brag on a daily basis about how she’s got you wrapped around her finger. I’m just concerned, that’s all.” she continued, speaking in an unbelievably warm tone despite the rather difficult subject matter.

I still just sat there, pondering her words in silence. She’d hit the nail on the head.

“What you need is a girl who knows how to treat a man like you. You need a woman.” she said as she suddenly began scooting closer to me on the sofa.

Oh my god, it suddenly dawned on me, she’s coming onto me. My girlfriend’s ridiculously hot seductress of a mother was actually coming onto me. I was frozen.

“My daughter is still just a girl, she doesn’t know yet how lucky she is.” she said in a sultry tone.

I just stared into her entrancing green eyes as she knelt on the floor in front of me. I didn’t Beşiktaş Escort even move or put up any sort of resistance when she began expertly undoing my belt and pants. I was fully under her spell.

“Oh my… lucky indeed.” she said, licking her lips as she freed my already rock hard cock from its confines.

She didn’t even wait for me respond in anyway, not that I had a response in the first place, she just opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock without hesitation. I gasped as I felt her hot wet mouth on my dick. I could hardly contain myself when she began slowly working her tongue along my shaft. I moaned as began bobbing her head up and down, my cock easily sliding in and out of her lovely and clearly experienced mouth. This was actually my first ever blowjob, none of my girlfriends would ever consider it, but despite having nothing to compare it to, I knew that this woman was damn good at it. The feeling was unreal, this woman’s mouth felt better than any girl’s vagina, which is not something I thought was possible. However, this new sensation couldn’t last forever, as I was already feeling like I was close to bursting.

“Ms. Crowe… err… Erica, I’m gonna cum…” I stammered and winced as I tried my best to hold it in.

“That’s good, baby… go right ahead.” she said with a sexy smile before taking my cock back in her mouth.

That’s when I felt my whole body tense up and my toes curl in my shoes. I then let out an audible grunt and released the flood gates. Erica just continued sucking my cock even as I began shooting rope after rope of my hot cum in her eager wet mouth. When I finished, my body relaxed and I felt utterly spent.

Having drained me completely, Erica finally released my slowly softening cock from her mouth, careful not to let a single drop of cum escape with it. Then, with a fire in her eyes that I’d never seen in any of my girlfriends, she opened her mouth to show me her mouthful of my cum and then swallowed the lot of it.

“mmm… such delicious cum.” Erica spoke as she licked her lips and slowly got up off the floor.

I still had no response, I mean, what do you say after something so incredible? I was simply speechless. No words in that moment could do it any justice, so I just sat there.

“Hmm, judging by that look on your face, I’ll bet Erin has never done anything like this, huh?” she asked.

All I could do was nod.

“Well, that’s the difference between me and all those other girls you’ve been with.” she said with a smile.

I just stared at her, eager to hear what she had to say.

“I’m the right kind of bad.” she said proudly.

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I was sitting at the arrivals lounge at the Harwich Ferry terminal drinking my third cup of coffee. I was waiting in anticipation to meet Hilary, hoping I would still recognise her. I thought about the times we spent in the Dutch waterways with all of our children. The glorious times we spent with the Maas family sailing the inland waterways of Holland. In particular how I used to drool over the superb figure of Hilary in one of her skimpy bikinis.

Thirty years ago we used to sail across to Holland in our 26 foot yacht with the family. We would spend our summer holiday sailing in the calm waters of the Veerse Meer. We visited many charming towns and villages such as Veere, Zierikzee and Goes. The children would delight in erecting a small tent on one of the many small uninhabited islands in the Veerse Meer. They had a wonderful time exploring the island, it was their island. We sailed and swam in the shallow waters off the beach. During our travels we met a Dutch couple (Tom and Hilary) and their family at Ouse. They also sailed in a similar sized yacht with children of similar age. They were amazed that we sailed across the North Sea in such a small yacht. They were afraid of the many dangerous sandbanks guarding the East Coast of Britain, and the large ships going in to Felixstowe. This was before the time of GPS and mobile phones, so the navigation was very basic but we never had any major problems.

Tom and Hilary often said they would love to sail across to Harwich and explore the creeks and estuaries of the East Coast of Britain. They were so impressed with “The Yachtsman’s Cruising Guide to the East Coast Rivers” but they never picked up enough courage to sail across the North Sea.

We always kept in touch with each other, but in the last year both Hilary and myself had lost our partners. We started to communicate using Skype. During one conversation, she remarked that she never did manage to explore Walton Backwaters in Essex. These are described in Arthur Ransome’s Secret Waters children’s book. I suggested she came over and stayed with me, so I could show her the area to which she quickly agreed.

She informed me that she would be arriving at Harwich on the ferry from the Hook of Holland at 1945 Hours on Monday 18th July. When Hilary was younger, she was really beautiful with a fantastic figure and lovely long legs. I would drool over her body through my sunglasses whenever she wore one of her skimpy bikinis, short skirts, or low cut dresses. Even though it had been several years since I had last seen her. I immediately recognised her as soon as she stepped off the Ferry. She still possessed that beautiful svelte figure and sexy walk I admired so much when she was young. When she saw me, she ran towards me and dropped her case at my feet. She slung her arms around me, gave me a big kiss on the lips and hugged me tight. Feeling her firm breasts pressing into me I could feel my erection starting grow as she kissed me. I released myself from her grip, picked up her case and guided her to my car. Hilary was so excited to see me after all those years and could not stop talking all the way home.

We picked up a Chinese Takeaway on the way home which we ate on our laps in front of the TV. We washed down the meal with a bottle of her favourite New Zealand wine.

It was nearly 2 am before we eventually stopped talking and decided to go to bed. Being a gentleman. I offered her the guest room but Hilary said she has not been cuddled since Tom died and could do with a good cuddle. Getting into bed she wrapped her arms around me, gave me a goodnight kiss and quickly fell asleep.

When I awoke in the morning she was still sleeping soundly with her arm draped across me. I eased myself out of bed without waking her up. I went for a shower, got dressed and started to prepare the breakfast. I suddenly felt a pair of arms circling around my waist, Hilary’s breasts pressed into my back as she nuzzled my neck.

“What’s for breakfast?” She asked

“Why, only full English for you my darling, you have just got time for a quick shower and it will be waiting for you” I replied.

“Will this be waiting as well?” She asked, squeezing my penis then laughing as she quickly disappeared out of the kitchen to get a shower.

After breakfast we drove to Woodbridge and parked near the Old Tide Mill and Yacht Marina for tea and cakes at a kiosk. As we sat there drinking our tea and eating our cakes we watched the yachts entering and leaving the Marina. The next point of call was Sutton Hoo, an Anglo Saxon burial ground. Hilary was truly amazed at the wealth of Anglo-Saxon artefacts, which are of outstanding archaeological significance. After the visit we continued on to visit Bawdsey Manor at the entrance of the River Deben. Bawdsey Manor was where Watson Watt developed RADAR in 1936, the Manor and surrounding buildings were still used by the military up until about 1990.

Sitting on the beach, Hilary remarked how strong the tide was at the entrance, and how dangerous the sandbanks looked as the waves broke over them. I pointed out to her the bouyage Ataköy Escort marking the channel leading into the river. I explained to her the dangers of the sand banks as we watched some yachts sail out.

Following the course of the river, we went on to Ramsholt Arms, a very popular pub on the waterside. It was so romantic and peaceful sitting outside the pub, having a cool beer, and a Cromer Crab sandwich. Hilary was able to see why we used to enjoy sailing in the river Deben and walking along the footpath beside the river. I told her the story of Christine and I nearly getting caught having sex by some ramblers. Christine made such a noise when she came, they must have heard her, because as they walked by they gave us a knowing smile.

I booked a table at Mariners Restaurant on the Waterfront in Ipswich, where we dined after Hilary had done some shopping for sexy lingerie at Ann Summers in Ipswich. There is something special about watching yachts manoeuvring about in a Marina. We gave each yachts skipper and crew points out of 10, for their ability to handle and berth their yacht. During one of the conversations, Hilary told me she goes to Pilates on Mondays and Fridays. On a Wednesday, she goes to the Gym followed with a massage by a very attractive lesbian. Her nickname is “Randy Mandy” who always spends a lot of time massaging bum and breasts. She always offers to relieve any sexual tension they may when massaging the top of their inner thighs. Some of the ladies that she goes to the gym with have taken “Randy Mandy” up on her offer. They soon found out that she now turns every massage with them, into a lesbian pussy kissing session. By keeping so fit and active Hilary has retained the superb body and posture, I remember from our sailing days.

On the way home, Hilary thanked me for taking her out, and a lovely meal. She gave my upper thigh a squeeze as she said she would show her appreciation when we got home.

Hilary suggested we both had a shower, and would show me the sexy lingerie she had purchased. In the shower our lips met, I sucked her tongue hungrily into my mouth, and our tongues danced together. With my hands on each side of her face our lips were locked in a powerful embrace, I could feel myself getting aroused in the passionate embrace. She told me to just stand there, while she washed me all over, it was difficult to restrain myself from grabbing hold of her, and forcing myself into her. Especially as after washing my chest and back, she reached down and washed my prick. Getting down on her knees she licked the shaft, my cock jerked, begging for more attention. Taking my cock deep into her mouth, she sucked on it, feeling it grow fully erect in her mouth. With the water cascading over us, she removed my cock from her mouth and placed it between her lovely soft smooth breasts. Standing up she then allowed me to wash her body all over, my slippery soapy hands spending a lot of time on her gorgeous breasts. I slid my hands down her slender legs, up her inner thighs and on to her bum and pussy. I took this opportunity to kneel down and kiss her pussy lips. I opened her pussy lips wide to allow my mouth to suck in her clitoral hub as she held my head in place and ground her hip into my face.

“That’s enough for now, get dried and lay on the bed” she said

I lay on the bed waiting for her to come in, it seemed ages before she appeared in a dressing gown. The reason she had taken so long, was because she had put some lipstick and make up on. When she came over to me her perfume was so sexy and intoxicating, she then tied my wrists to the bedpost with my dressing gown belt,. When she had finished tying me, she walked away from me and slowly dropped her dressing gown on to the floor. With her back to me, she glanced over her shoulder to give me a sexy smile. She slowly turned round to display the erotic lingerie she had just purchased. I had always admired her figure, but now I had the benefit of it being displayed in front of me, she was absolutely gorgeous and so sexy. The lipstick and makeup she wore, complimented the colour of her skin, her mini bra and thong. I could see her nipples were aroused and hard, she looked so sexy and absolutely amazing. I thought to myself, is this really happening to me, is this wonderful creature about to seduce me?

She crawled up the bed and straddled my waist, placed her hands on the cheeks of my face, and gave me a long very passionate kiss. Our tongues invaded each other’s mouth, the aroma of her delicate perfume filled my nostrils. Releasing the kiss, she allowed me to briefly nuzzle her breasts before she raised her chest, so her nipples were just out of reach of my mouth. Sitting up she looked into my eyes, she reached round her back to unclasp her sexy bra. Slowly revealing a pair of beautiful silky soft white breasts. Her hard nipples stood proudly erect surrounded by their large dark pink areoles. Leaning forward she put her breasts just out of reach of my mouth, extending my tongue I was just able to lick the very end Avcılar Escort of one nipple. She continued to tease me, offering me to lick first one nipple, and then the other. Lowering her breasts further she allowed me to suckle her breasts. Every now and again she would lift her breast from my mouth, resulting in a plopping sound as it left my mouth. She would then lower the other breast for me to suckle, continuing to tease me all of the time. If I could only use my hands I would grab her and ram my prick inside her right now.

I was able to really appreciate the beauty of her Golden Globes as she sat up, tweaking my nipples, until they were nearly as hard as hers. Moving down my body she brushed over my hard cock, sitting on my thighs, she lowered her breasts so my cock fitted snugly between them. Looking in to my eyes, she bent her head down so she was able to lick the precum off the end of my cock which jerked involuntary. I moaned with pleasure wondering what was next. Scraping her nails over my balls and holding my cock in her hand, she gave it a good suck to ensure that I was fully erect and ready to insert inside her vagina. Slowly moving her sensuous body up mine, she kissed me full on the lips, nipping my nipples on the way up. She continued all the way until she sat astride my face, her pussy giving off a familiar aroma. Her thong prevented me from kissing her pussy directly, so I had to make do with licking it over her moist thong.

Getting off the bed, she removed her thong and put it in under my nose, arousing me even further. Leaning over she once again teased me with her breasts, only allowing me a brief suck on each of them. Hilary repositioned herself down the foot of the bed, and moved my legs apart. She positioned herself between my legs, her breasts encompassing my cock. Her tongue barely flicking the tip of my cock, her saliva making my cock so wet. I thrust my hips up towards her mouth, trying to ram my cock into her mouth. She just laughed, and slowly glided up my body to give me a passionate kiss. Forcing her tongue deep into my mouth, I could taste my own precum. She continued further up my body, so that her breasts were near my mouth for me to suck. Hilary placed a nipple in my mouth and I eagerly sucked on it. She moaned in satisfaction, so I continued to suck it and rotate the hard nipple with my tongue. She then placed the other breast in my mouth, to enable me to flick my tongue on the other nipple. This produced a gratifying sound from her lips. Her breast smothered my face and I inhaled her perfume and the smell of sex on her body. Continuing to move up the bed, she placed her knees either side of my face putting her pussy near my mouth, still teasing me. I inhaled the scent of her pussy and obtained a close up of her exposed pussy as she lowered it on to my mouth. She lifted her pussy away from my mouth, playing with my emotions, by moving it just out of reach of my searching tongue. Finally, I was allowed me to use my tongue to lick the puffy lips of her slick pussy. I could she was desperate to cum by the large quantity of juices flowing into my mouth which I readily sucked up.

A moan of pleasure tells me I am pleasing her, she rocked gently backwards and forwards to increase her pleasure. She pulled open her labia lips, to enable me to take the hood of her clitoris into my mouth to suck. Breathing deeply, she caresses both of her breasts, squeezing the nipples, sighing with pleasure. I pleaded with her to let me make her cum with my mouth. I pursed my lips surrounding the nub applying suction as I flicked my tongue over it. Hilary moaned and clutched my head holding it firm between her strong thighs. I worked my tongue and lips on her swollen clit as she rode my face. She was soon gripped in an orgasm crying out in rapture. As she calmed down I resorted to gently licking her pulsing vagina, enjoying the taste of her love juices.

Not wanting me to cum until she is ready she moved back down my body, sliding her pussy over my cock, the juices from her pussy being spread over my cock. Teasing me, she slides her wet pussy several times over my stiff cock. She goes down until her breasts encompass my cock, licking the precum off the end . She moves up, eventually positioning her love canal over my prick, impaling herself on to my erect member. leaning forward to give me a kiss, tasting her own pussy juices on my mouth. Released my wrists from the headboard allowed me to use my hands to place an erect nipple into my mouth. Rotating her hips, she ground her Mount Venus on to my pelvic bone. Starting slowly at first, we got into a rhythm, where I thrust my hip upwards in time with her gyrations, to obtain fantastic sensations for both of us.

With my hands released, I was able to caress both of her soft beautiful breasts as she sat upright, rotating her gorgeous body on my cock. Her head lay back, her eyes closed, enjoying every thrust of my prick into her very wet pussy. Moans of pleasure were emitted from her open mouth, her breathing rate increased, her Bahçelievler Escort pulse was racing. I pulled her forward to unable me to gently nip one of her nipples in my mouth causing her scream with ecstasy.

The pace increased, I was thrusting as quickly, as hard and as deep as I can, while at the same time keeping up a steady rhythm. I could tell she was nearly ready to cum, by her muscles tensing in time with her breathing.

Panting heavily, she reached her orgasm, her gyrations gradually slowed right down, and eventually stopping. Her body froze, exhausted, she collapsed on top of me, to allow her pulse rate and breathing to recover. Giving me a lovely kiss on the lips, she thanked me for such a wonderful orgasm.

“Haven’t had such an orgasm like that for many years, but I feel guilty because you haven’t cum” she said.

Rolling her over on to her back, I lifted her legs in the air and slowly resumed thrusting into her very wet pussy. Holding on to her thighs to give me more control, I drove myself as deep as possible into her cunt. I slowly pulled out, until only the head of my prick is inside her, and then drove back up to the hilt. Hilary reached down with her right hand between her legs, and rotated her middle finger on her clit, her left hand squeezing her breast and nipple. My thrusts get deeper and faster, I can feel her pussy muscles milking my prick. My balls banged against the cheeks of her arse, as I rammed my cock in and out of her wet pussy.

She uttered a loud groan as I pulled on her thighs, sinking my rock hard rod even deeper into her love canal. I could tell that she was just about ready to cum again.

I felt her pussy muscles going into a spasm, her body convulsing into another orgasm, cumming, over and over again. Her pussy juice flowed freely down my balls, my body stiffened as I exploded into her with one final thrust. I shouted out as I shot my cum inside her, and felt the wonderful sensation of her pussy muscles, milking every last drop of spunk from my cock.

The feeling of love, lust and sex was so intense for both of us, we just held each other tight as I collapsed on top of her.

In the morning, we left early to catch the tide to sail to Walton Backwaters, in our friend Roger’s yacht a large Catamaran called “Secret Waters.” Walton Backwaters is a large Nature Reserve consisting of tidal creeks, small islands and marshland. The area is hugely popular with birdwatchers as it is a breeding ground for Little Terns, and supports many types of marine wildlife and coastal plants.

We met Roger at Titchmarsh Marina so he can familiarise us with his yacht, and the provisions he had provided. He spent rather a lot of time chatting to Hilary, and did offer to join us as skipper, which I politely refused. We left the Marina and hoisted the sails as we motored down the Walton Channel to sail to Harwich Harbour. On the way out past Stone Point island, I point out to Hilary the sandbanks, and narrow channel. Many yachts have come to grief on Pye Sands, the channel bouyage is maintained by the local Yacht Club and Fishermen. We could see Languard Fort and the Naze Tower, these were used to guard the entrance to Harwich Harbour in the days of Sail. Hilary was surprised at the to size and number of Container Ships at Felixstowe, and the narrow cannel they had to use. We continued up the River Stour where we saw one of the Cruise ships preparing for sea. Further on, on the other side of the river is the magnificent building of the Royal Hospital School at Holbrook, originally used for children of the Royal Navy.

Sailing back into Hamford Waters, we explored Oakley creek to see the colony of seals. It is rumoured that there was a Gunpowder Factory at the end of the creek during the last war. The next creek, Kirby Creek has Oyster Beds so we sailed past it into Landermore Creek to anchor for the night. Hilary was surprised that there were no other yachts in the vicinity.

In the evening, we sat in the cockpit, with our arms around each other. Drinking a glass of wine, while we watched the setting sun glistening on the water. Hilary could see why we found the area and environment so peaceful and enchanting, and spent a lot of time sailing there. It was so quiet, calm and relaxing watching the wildlife that came so close to us.

In the morning Hilary woke me up with a cup of tea, she had been up since first light to watch the wildlife. She did not stop talking about the wildlife she had seen. She was particularly enthralled to see Avocet chicks, feeding on the water’s edge being watched over by a very protective parent. They were only about twenty feet away from the yacht and unconcerned by our presence. Looking over the stern of the yacht she could see a shoal of Grey Mullet fish nibbling at the algae on the rudders.

Later on in the morning, Hilary thought it a good idea that we should go for a swim. Giggling like a little schoolgirl she just stripped off and dived in naked telling me to do the same. The water was cold so I did not stay in very long and got out for a shower on the stern. I watched Hilary getting out and marvelled at this mature woman’s perfect body. When she had a shower, she ran her fingers through her hair to remove all of the salt water. With her hands in this position it accentuated the firmness of her breasts, with her hard nipples like arrows ready to fire. I studied her well toned body, the flat stomach, the shapeliness of her posterior and the smoothness of her legs.

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I love to make a trip into the City to shop, its one of my favourite pastimes. I like to try on shoes, even the ones that make me look like a hooker, and I like to put on some of the sexy underwear and imagine that you are there to help me.

This time I am in your local department store, hoping that you will pass by and see me through the gap in the badly fitted curtain. Today I am not disappointed. There you are looking straight at me.

I drop the last of my normal clothing to the floor, and bend down to bring the sexy black lace up to rest on my hips. It feels so good. The beautiful bra is next, it barely covers my large nipples, my breasts strain against the delicate fabric, and the resulting cleavage is enough to tempt you closer. You pretend to search a rack, but you are still looking in at me. I turn my back to you, but make sure that you can still see me in the mirrors of my cubicle.

I trace the pretty stitching on the bra, and breathe deeper as I move over, and then around each of my now stiff nipples in turn. Tuzla Escort The pleasure it gives me is almost painful. My hand wanders to my ample hips to tease the satin ribbons that loosely bind the lace to my body. My caresses drop further and I gently massage over that most sensitive part of me. I notice my breathing becomes more forceful, and I can feel the heat and wetness from between my legs. My flesh feels as if it is melting.

I catch your look once more in the mirror, and I can see from your eyes that now you are unbearably aroused. I can see that you want me. You want to be my fingers, moving between my legs, and over my soft breasts. I want you to be with me, moving along with me, teasing me, whispering in my ear those sexy words of encouragement, until I beg for you to finish it.

I lose sight of you, and for an instant worry that I might have got it wrong, perhaps I imagined the lust in your eyes. I was right though. You quickly and Ümraniye Escort silently move the curtain aside and come to stand close behind me. You say nothing, but kiss my neck, and massage my breasts, before moving to undo the bra, so that they are free. My swollen nipples ache for your touch. You twist them gently, and I moan.

The ribbons are undone, and swiftly the lace falls away, to reveal the rest of me. I am naked, in a store, in a cubicle with you. You curl your big fingers over me. Stroking the short hair that covers the entrance to heaven. Then you probe deeper, and find that I am wet for you, so wet that your fingers easily slide over me. You caress me and begin to bring me close.

I lean back into you and you whisper in my ear. I hardly hear the words before I start to come. I shudder, but manage to remain quiet, so as not to draw attention to our situation. You trace your wet hand up my body, leaving a shiny trail of my juice Avrupa Yakası Escort on my skin. I can smell sex, and I can feel you hard behind me.

I turn and drop to the floor, where I set to work unbuttoning your trousers. Difficult when you are so horny. Once they are off, I push you to the chair in the corner, and still kneeling I take my tongue and softly move up and down your engorged shaft. I feel you stiffen, and let out a sigh. You hold my head and move me to where you need to feel my touch. I circle you with my mouth and kiss you.

I have started to recover from my earlier pleasure, and waste no time in sitting astride your powerful thighs. I lower myself onto you, and ride you hard. You feel so good, so deep, and so strong. Your rough hands grip my hips and force me up and down on your shaft. I can feel you getting close now, your desperate attempt to wait fails and you explode deep within me. I feel you pulse the last drops of your love inside of me. You are spent.

I rise, and begin to replace my clothes. I put on my shoes, pick up my handbag and the underwear. I walk to the cash desk, and buy the goods. Knowing that you like them. The cashier is distracted, and seems not to notice that the lace is wet and smells of me. She bags them, and I leave the store.

You dress and leave the cubicle, looking flushed. We meet in the busy lift, and merely smile at each other. That is why I like shopping so much.

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My boss told me to wear something “nice”. That’s all he said. There were some important new clients coming in and he wanted to make a good impression. I decided to look HOT! But not like a slut. Just something spicy.

I came to work late because I knew that they were not going to come in until after 6PM.

I was wearing a sexy outfit that I bought from the store BeBe. I had on a slinky beige skirt and a slinky beige shirt. It had a v-neck that revealed my 34B’s whenever I bent over or if you were lucky enough to be standing over me. I didn’t wear a bra and the outlines of my perky nipples were clearly visible. The shirt was cropped just above my belly button. The skirt clung to me as I moved. It was tight enough to show off my body and just light enough for you to see that I wasn’t wearing any panties. The skirt also hung right on my hips, revealing my smooth tummy and belly button. It was cut right over the knee. Over the outfit, I wore a long, brown knit sweater.

I was feeling too good that day and looking too good for that office, if I can be so stuck up by saying so. I was saving this outfit for a special day and I guess this day was going to be that day. I was feeling very horny too. It had been a week since I had sex and I needed some now! Oh well, I had to leave.

As I drove down the highway, I opened all of the windows, letting the cool LA air blow throughout the car. Even though it was messing up my hair, the air felt good on my bare pussy. My skirt was hiked way up my thighs.

I usually like to park my own car, but today I was feeling naughty. I decided to let the Valets Park my car and I gave the Mexican guy a nice flash of my hairless pussy as I climbed out of my car. As I walked into the office, several people commented on my outfit, telling me it was HOT! I normally do get lots of attention from the men there and I don’t mind it at all. I am the youngest woman working for the company and I do tend to wear revealing outfits being that the company has no dress code and an extremely relaxed atmosphere. Plus, it’s good for the company’s image. It brings the mostly male clients back. Most of the men here are married and fat, including my boss. He is the president of this video editing facility. He has never officially hit on me, but I know I was hired because of my looks and my open mindedness. I caught him staring at me several times, but that’s the attention I wanted. I like to be looked at as a sex object, just as long as you don’t touch me. I am just being honest.

During my several trips to and from the kitchen and conference room, setting up the room with snacks and wine, I noticed Rich; a handsome, stocky editor was staring at me as I walked by. I caught his eyes and he said “Hi” and shyly went back to work. We’ve flirted a few times before Maltepe Escort in the past, but nothing serious ever came out of it. He was definitely on my most fuckable in the office list. On my last trip back to the kitchen, I had removed my long sweater that covered my body. I loved the way that the skirt hung way down to my waist. I am glad to have a smooth, firm stomach to show off and a perfect “innie” bellybutton. I walked into the edit suite with attitude and said Hi. He told me he was working on a project and would be here late and I should stop by when my meeting was done. Said ok and turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I sashayed out of the room with the silky material swishing across the bare skin of my ass.

During the meeting, all I did was sit around and take notes. No flashing. No nothing. I drank a lot of wine. Everyone was nice and it was a calm atmosphere. The clients were into the proposal and signed on the dotted line.

Everyone left and I stayed behind to clean up. I finished off the rest of the wine. Once finished, I walked back into Rich’s edit suite and sat down onto the leather couch. I pretended to be sleepy. I was pretty tipsy by then. He told me to lay down and relax a bit. I agreed and swiveled my body in order to watch him edit. He was watching me the entire time and I knew he could see up my skirt. He eventually turned away to continue working. Every so often he would turn around to ask me a question or talk. I acted like I was oblivious to the fact that he was definitely looking. I actually continued to reposition myself until my skirt was hiked up even more. As the moments went by, I parted my legs more and more, so he could get a clearer look at my now dripping pussy. He didn’t turn around for a while and I began to finger myself. I was shocked that this guy was not taking the hint. I continuously dipped my fingers in my pussy, then ass and into my mouth. I love the taste of my juices and just doing that turned me on so much.

I decided that if I were going to get some, I would have to be the aggressor. I sat up and simply whistled over to him. When he turned around, his eyes opened wide and he began to laugh nervously. Then he finally spoke. “You know:. I am married right?” He said nervously. I put my finger up to my mouth and said “Shhhhhhh!” Within seconds he walked over and locked the door and his Levi’s were at his ankles. I was totally teasing him, rubbing my clit as he stumbled across the room towards me. He kicked off his jeans and shoes and dropped to his knees. He didn’t say a word as he immediately began to suck and lick my hot pussy. I felt a rush up my spine and he worked me over with his mouth. I felt my juices begin Pendik Escort to flow even more as pulled his head in closer, almost smothering him. He definitely knew what he was doing. Within a few minutes I had an exploding orgasm! He slowly began to kiss around my thighs and tummy. He pulled my lower body to the edge of the couch. Within moments he had his boxers off, revealing his rock hard, pink and thick dick. He was slowly rubbing the head of his cock against my clit and lips. His dick with dripping with his clear and sticky pre-cum. That turned me on so much! It was almost like he was thinking about fucking me first, because he did this for a while. Rubbing himself against my pussy with his pretty-as-hell dick head, spilling out and coating me with at least a tablespoon of his warm pre-cum. Then he lowered his dick right at the entrance of my pussy and slid it in. My pussy was so wet; his thick cock went in with ease. It was so warm and thick, all I could do was moan with pleasure. Rich slowly began to pump in and put of me. I could feel the heat from his throbbing cock as he stretched my pussy walls with his fat cock. We didn’t kiss on the mouth, nor did we speak. We just moaned and breathed heavily.

We fucked for about 10 minutes then I felt his dick start to get harder and harder and breathing got really heavy as well. He tried to pace himself better, but I could tell it felt too good to him. He leaned back up off of me and knelt up straight. He stopped stroking my pussy with his dick and stood still for a moment. It was too late. I felt his dick begin to pulsate and the familiar feeling of hot sperm inside of my pussy came over me like a wave. He began to spurt his hot semen inside of my pussy. He grunted loudly as felt his ejaculation shooting and stopping over and over again. He seemed to be having the biggest orgasm of his life, the way he moaned and grunted. He started fucking me again, slowly. I could smell the delicious scent of his cum as his dick nosily fucked my sperm-filled pussy. I could feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and down to my asshole. By this time, my dress was bunched up around my waist and was totally a mess. I began to ease up back onto the couch in order to sit up a bit and take off my skirt.

This caused his STILL hard dick to slide out of my pussy. He smirked at me as we both looked down at his cum-covered cock as if to say “Sorry for cumming so fast.” I got up and pulled him down into the couch so that he was sitting up with his flagpole in the air. His cum was dripping down my leg as a stood up. I still wanted to cum again and since he was still hard, I decided to take control. I took off my skirt and blouse. And I got into my favorite position. “Cowgirl” Şerifali Escort style. I was sitting on him, facing him and the wall. My knees were in the couch as I slowly lowered myself onto his hard and sticky dick.

This time I slid it slowly into my puckered asshole. I used my spit and his cum as lube as it popped inside of me. A sharp pain shot up my spine at first, but soon a wave of pleasure replaced the pain.

I don’t think he knew at the time that his cock was actually up my butt, he just kept on fucking me. Slowly his big fat dick made it’s way deep inside my ass, flooding my senses with pleasure. I was so relaxed from the wine that there was no pain any more and his dick was buried to the balls. Now I was in control as I was just grinding my hips faster and faster, actually rubbing my clit on his crotch. This went on for a good 10 minutes. I felt my orgasm building and I moved faster until I exploded with a huge “assgasm” which lasted about 30 seconds. My head was twirling around like I was possessed. I am sure this boosted his ego up quite a few notches. As I began to slow it down, I began to rise up off of his dick that had been buried to the hilt inside of me. He grabbed me by my ass cheeks and began lifting me up and down on his shaft. My feet were now in the couch, giving him all of my weight in his hands as he slammed me down onto his flagpole. He finally noticed that he was fucking my ass and not my pussy. He smiled as if to say “You dirty girl!” There was a small stream cum that oozed from my pussy as I bounced up and down on him.

Five minutes went by and I felt another orgasm coming on. He was really letting my ass have it! He was lifting me up just high enough for the head of his cock to slide out of my ass then he would drop me down onto the length of his dick. This sent chills up my spine. Within a minute or so I began to cum again. At that very moment, I felt his cock stiffen to it’s hardest and he too was cumming. I felt him spurt his hot semen deep inside of my ass. Even after his orgasm was over, he continued to keep fucking me. I actually had to calm him down and say “OK: That’s enough!” He snickered and smiled like he was embarrassed.

I thought to myself: “Doesn’t he get any sex at home or is he just a fucking stud?” We sat still for a moment. His cock was still buried inside of my ass and I could feel his pulse from his still throbbing cock. We just breathed heavily for a few minutes, trying to calm ourselves down.

“That was great!” He moaned out loud. “Yes it was stallion!” I responded. We both laughed for a moment. I could feel his cock getting soft inside of me until began to slowly slide out. “Ooh this feels too good!” I whispered. Eventually his cock slipped out and I got up to clean myself off. His dick was covered with his creamy cum. I tossed him a paper towel and he began to clean himself up.

It was 9 PM already and I had the munchies!!! I looked at my dress and it was all wrinkled in a ball on the floor, along with my blouse. I gathered my clothes and got out of there, stopping in the front office to get my car keys since the valet guys were gone by then. I looked like what I just had – wild sex fiend!

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She remembered the week, lying back in the seat on the airliner, on her way home. She was tired, it had been a long week, and the tingle in her pussy and the memories brought back a smile to her face, as she snuggled into the seat.

She remembered the arrival, how excited she had been on the trip over, and as the hour approached when the aircraft would reach the destination airport, how she could feel her heard beating, and her cheeks flushing with anticipation. Wishing she had been in private, so she could have reached down and played with herself, she was that excited. So long she had imagined meeting, and now the time was less than an hour away.

She had wondered what he would be like, how he would talk, what his face would look like as he spoke, whether his smile would reach his deep eyes, what he would smell like, what his hands would feel like touching her. She knew so much about him, and yet, she realised, she didn’t know him at all. The exoticness of meeting a stranger, a soon-to-be lover, it made the future into an exciting mystery, an adventure that left her with her breath catching in her throat.

When the plane touched down, she felt her heart leap, like it would explode. The reality of what she was doing came crashing down on her, and she remembered how close to tears she had been, how it seemed like she was leaving all of the world she had known before behind her, how in such a short time, her whole life would change irrevocably.

She hesitated; staying in her seat while all around her the other passengers hurriedly stood and started collecting their belongings from the lockers. Then as the passageways began to clear, she stood slowly, reaching for the bag from above her head, then joining the end of the line of people, all the while her heart in her throat. She was anything but turned on now; frightened, lonely, and lost.

Down the long narrow passage leading from the aircraft to the terminus, through Kadıköy escort immigration, picking up a weeks worth of luggage, then finding her way out via customs to the labyrinth of halls and corridors, then the open expanse of the airport lounge and the sea of waiting faces. Worse than the knowledge that he was there waiting for her was the possibility that he wasn’t… she began to scan the faces anxiously.

Movement caught the corner of her eye, and she turned to see a man moving towards her. “Tall,” was her first thought. Then his face caught her attention, the concerned expression, and the hands clutching a single white rose. She could see his nervousness, his care and concern, and then in a rush, she was there clutching him.

The feeling of his arms around her made her melt, her face pressed into his chest. She could hear the rumble in his chest as he kissed the top of her head and welcomed her, finally. She looked up at his face, and there, for the first time, in the airport, they kissed.

She remembered his taste, and the smile on his face afterwards, and even now they made her smile longingly. At the time, all she could think about was the feel of him against her, and his smell, and the thudding of her own heart.

When they broke apart with a laugh, she remembered the welcome in his words, and in the laughing creases around his eyes. He had given her the rose (now a little crushed), which she raised to smell while watching him. Then taking her bags, he led her out of the airport to where the car was parked.

It was only in the car as they drove from the airport, and she looked at the unfamiliar city around them, and continued to steal glances at him across the small space between them, that the reality of what she had begun started to sink in. The life she had left behind, and even her marriage, meant nothing to the moment. Everything was new, and her whole kartal escort being was focused entirely on him. The fear was back with the enormity of it all, and it was all that she could do to restrain tears. Instead, she concentrated on listening to him, watching him, responding to his nervous jokes in kind, laughing with him.

At the end of one of her joking replies, he had casually rested a hand on her bare knee. Like the closing of a door, her fear had instantly disappeared, and the sheer sexuality of the moment had registered. She had felt her nipples start to harden, and she gasped at the shock of lust that hit her body. Hearing her gasp, he had started to remove his hand contritely, but her own hands had taken his and pressed it into her knee.

Then as he still drove, she had taken that hand, and gradually moved it up her leg, and her legs had parted, and she had pushed his hand slowly up her inner thigh, beneath her short skirt, and up to where his fingers were discovering her wet pussy lips, devoid of panties. She remembered him gasping then, and herself groaning as his fingers slid between her lips and into her wet cunt.

Incredibly wet, sopping, his long fingers had pushed into her cunt, then out again, and she had been so turned on, and so pent-up for so long, that when his fingers had slid up from her cunt between her lips and over her clitoris, she had cried out, and in an instant, gasping, her legs open wide, clutching his hand to her, she had cum.

God, even now the memory turned her on! And it had turned him on, she could remember the bulge in his trousers clearly. Tempted as she had been to do something about it, they were in thick traffic now, so she had refrained. “Where are you taking me?” she had asked him breathily.

“Well,” he had answered her, “I thought you would be tired from all that time cooped up in the plane, so I have a room with a view, Kurtköy escort a hot spa pool to soak in, and a cold bottle of champagne.”

“Oh god,” she had replied, then giggled. “Are we there yet?”

“Not too long, but we have to make our way across town first. The view is worth it.”

“Nothing is worth it,” she had frowned at him. “I want you, now!”

“Sorry honey. Not long, I promise.”

It was worth the wait, she remembered. The view out on the harbour from the balcony was fantastic, and the sea breeze that entered the room in cool gusts, leaving her bare skin feeling just a little damp, she could still taste in her memories. She recalled standing at the open doorway, the white net curtain billowing out around her, dressed only in satin, looking out at dawn over the lights of the harbour, and his hands on her skin behind her.

He must have checked in before she arrived, because he had led her straight to the elevator, carrying her bags himself all the way. She didn’t recall much about the room, except the large bed and the large bath and the harbour view. At the time, all she had cared about was him standing next to her, the closing door, and the large bed.

As soon as he’d dropped the bags, she’d pushed him back onto the bed, and while he was still laughing, she’d ripped open his trousers, and drawn his cock into her mouth. He had gasped, and almost instantly become hard, and she had crawled up his body, and without hesitation, thrown her lap over his crotch and plunged his cock right up into the depths of her still wet cunt.

They’d fucked like that, with their clothes still on, him pawing his way under her blouse to bite her nipples, until they had both cum, her before him. Then they had stayed with her lying on top of him, him still inside her, and held each other close, kissing, talking, and just laughing at finally being together, finally being able to make love, to touch each other, to kiss.

And now that memory, and all of the subsequent times they had loved each other, pleasured each other, held each other, were flooding through her. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and undid the lap-belt on the seat, making her way to a toilet so she could play with herself, to cum again, remembering all of those events.

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