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The next morning Jared woke up to the bright sunshine streaming into his dorm room. He looked over at the bed next to his and could see that Chris was already up and gone for the day. Probably out running as was the norm for his usual routine, so Jared figured he would just touch base with him about the girl later in the day.

He slipped out of the bed and made his rounds picking up everything he needed to take a shower. Satisfied that he had everything, he made his way down to the communal showers a few doors down from his room. That was the one thing he hated about his particular dorm. It was the oldest on campus and still didn’t have showers in the rooms.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t pass the coeds in the hall every morning as well. If it had only been men, he might have felt a little more comfortable. He never really liked the girls in the dorm seeing him after he just woke up, even if they had just woken up themselves.

He was halfway to the showers when the door he was about to pass opened up. A small groan escaped his lips as he saw Alexis, Sarah and their other friend come out of Sarah’s dorm room. Those were the last people he wanted to see right then, especially in his just woke up, funky bed hair, smelly night sweat state.

Alexis and the one friend just glanced at him as if not even registering he was even there. They passed him by and sashayed down the hall. He turned to watch them walk by, hoping to catch her eye, for even just a second. No matter his state of dress, he wanted her to just notice him!

“If you are waiting for her to look at you, then you will be waiting a long time,” came a soft feminine voice from beside him.

Turning, he looked straight into the face of his savior from last night. He could have smacked himself for forgetting that Sarah hadn’t walked by. Feigning ignorance, he said, “What do you mean?”

“Alexis…” Sarah said indicating the direction the others had went with her chin.

“Alexis???” Jared continued to try and feign disinterest.

“Oh, come on, now!” Sarah exclaimed with a smile. “Jared… wait, it is Jared, right?”

“Yes,” he responded, almost in shock that she even knew his name. He was almost certain she caught the surprise in his voice too.

“Yes, Jared, I know your name. We had English together, remember?”

“Yeah, how could I forget? You sat behind…”

“Alexis!” she said laughingly.

“Alexis…” Jared said shrugging his shoulders as he gave up feigning interest in the other girl.

“You think I didn’t notice how your mouth nearly hit the desk every time she walked into the room?”

“That obvious, huh?” he asked, turning red in the face.

“To me it was…” she said softly, “but only because… I was looking.”

“Looking at what?” Jared asked with dumb confusion.

“You, silly!” she said, her face beaming with a beautiful smile. “I was looking at you…”

“Oh…oh!” Jared replied as what she was saying registered in muddled brain. For the first time ever he noticed just how pretty Sarah was. With her shoulder length black hair, sparkling green eyes, and dimples in her slightly chubby cheeks.

“Yeah…” Sarah said, letting the conversation trail off a little. “Sorry about last night. Frank can be such an ass. I hope you are all right?”

“Oh, last night? Yeah, I am fine.”

“I had never seen you there before, and didn’t even know you liked those kind of places.”

“That’s because I had never been before.” He replied truthfully.

“Ah… and not planning on going back either, huh?” she asked.

“Not any time soon,” he smiled as he answered her.

“Well, I can see you have your hands full and trying to get your day started,” she said, and then stepped forward to give him a hug. The move startled him, because he wasn’t expecting it in the least. “Just… keep being you, Jared.”

“O-o-ok,” he stammered out shyly.

“You’re so cute!” She laughed and turned to leave. Just as she was starting to walk away, she paused, turned back and said, “Hey… what are you doing tonight?”

“Uh… nothing,” he replied, once again shrugging his shoulders nervously.

“Wanna grab a bite to eat?” she asked.

“A-a-are you asking me out?” he said in a state of shock.

“Maybe!” she replied playfully, smiling sweetly as she said, “If I waited for eve gelen escort you, it may take forever!”

“Sure, why not!?” he said, a smile finally cracking his shy face.

“Great! See you at… 6pm?”

“O-o-ok…see you then.” He replied as she turned and raced down the hallway.

Jared watched as she glanced back and gave him a small wave before disappearing into the stairwell. He shook his head in amazement and continued to the showers. Once inside, he turned on the hot water and soaked under the stream while he contemplated the events of the last several hours.

***********************************

“So, what you are saying to me is that you: 1) Bombed at the nightclub, 2) Got a free sex show in your dorm, and 3) Got asked out on a date!?” Jill exclaimed with a silly grin on her face.

“Yep, that about sums it up,” Jared replied with a shrug.

“Wow! Well, I guess I was right then.”

“Wha-? Right? About what!?”

“About you needing to immerse yourself in their environment, of course,” Jill replied, rolling her eyes at his obvious lack of understanding.

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Jared asked frustratingly.

“Well, for starters, it set everything else in motion. If you had stayed in your dorm room last night, like you wanted to, then Sarah never would have seen you there.”

“Oh, thanks, remind me again how that is good?” Jared asked sarcastically.

“She asked you out, didn’t she?” Jill replied, trying to make a point.

“True… but, what now?” he asked, as he envisioned the upcoming evening to be an utter failure.

“Just be yourself!” Jill said exasperated at what was going to be the same discussion that kept recurring since high school.

“That’s what she said.”

“Who!?” Jill replied quizzically.

“Sarah…”

“Oh…well…smart girl then,” she replied, this time it was her turn to trail off as she stared into space.

“What’s your problem?” Jared asked her.

“Oh… nothing…” she replied, and then turned to him, “How was it?”

“How was what?” came Jared confused reply.

“You know… peeking at Chris and his ‘friend’. How was it?”

“At first it was kind of strange, but then… it was exciting.”

“Did it get you turned on?” she asked, her face turning a shade of red that Jared had never seen before.

“Jill… are you embarrassed?” he asked her in playful shock. The two of them had known one another since they were freshmen in high school. They had become best friends quickly, since they never really fit into the “popular crowd”. Most of them just looked at the two of them as strange animals that were too smart for their own good.

“A little…” she sighed. “Had you ever…”

“Ever, what?”

“Nevermind!” Jill said in embarrassment and tried to change the subject.

“Jill…” Jared said slowly. “You’re my best friend. What is it?”

“Have you ever been with a woman before!?” she asked and then turned to hide her face.

“Oh! Of course not, Jill! I had never seen a naked woman in person before last night, let alone been with a woman before. You should know that! As long as we have been friends, have you ever known me to have a girlfriend?”

“Still…” Jill said, peering over her shoulder. “Look, forget about it. I was curious is all… you know, as a part of my studies for anthropology.”

“Oh… ok,” Jared replied, “Well for science sake, is there anything else you want to know?”

“Really!?” Jill replied, turning to him with a smile.

“Really, what?” came Jared’s confused response.

“You would really be willing to help me find my answers… for science sake… that is?” she explained excitedly.

“Sure,” he replied, now perking up at the thought of something having to do with anything but his personal life.

“Great! Then get undressed!”

“Wh-wh-what!?”

“I said ‘get undressed’,” Jill replied in exaggerated slowness. “I want to test something… scientifically…”

“Ok…” Jared said just as slowly. He didn’t really see what his being naked had to do with science, but she was the budding scientist, not him.

He turned away from her as he stood up. Removing all his clothes but his boxer briefs, and then he sat down on the gaziosmanpaşa escort bed next to her. She just looked him up and down like he was a new specimen.

“Jared…” she said, rolling her eyes again.

“Yes, Jill?”

“I said ‘get undressed, and that means… all of it!” she said with a wave of her hand to indicate his boxer briefs. “Go on! Get them off.”

“My boxers too?” Jared replied.

“Everything…”

“Fine!” Jared huffed. “I still don’t see what this has to do with science, but I will do it… for you.”

“For me!? Really!?” Jill said as she once again turned red in the face. “How sweet!”

“Whatever…”

With that, Jared stood turned away from Jill and dropped his boxers. He heard a whistle from behind him when he bared his ass for Jill. “Cute butt!” she called out.

Turning red in the face, he looked over his shoulder and said, “Very funny!” and then began to pull them back on.

“No! Wait…” Jill said apologetically. “I was just trying to be funny. Please don’t get dressed.”

Jared dropped his boxers to the floor, still facing away from his best friend. She was just his friend, so it shouldn’t be a big deal, but he just couldn’t bring himself to turn around. He just stood there, completely undecided on what to do next.

“Jared,” he heard her soft voice say from behind him. “I’ve never seen a naked man in person before, and… well… I would rather see my friend before I saw anyone else. I don’t want some future guy getting freaked out because I just stare at him because I am freaked out myself. Please… turn around and let me see you.”

There was something about the tone of pleading in her voice that struck a chord with him. He knew exactly how she felt in more ways than one. Taking a deep breath, he turned and faced her.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed softly. “It is beautiful. Even soft, it is beautifully long and gorgeous to look at.”

Jared blushed a deep shade of red at her praise. It felt more than awkward to be standing before her completely naked. While he may have seen a naked woman before, he had never been the one naked in front of a woman. So while it was awkward, it was also refreshing to get it over with.

Jill scooted closer on the bed towards his naked frame, leaning in closer to look at his limp shaft. She was so close to him that he could feel her breath against his cockhead. The feeling caused his cock to twitch reflexively.

“Oh!” Jill said with an excited smile. “Did you do that?”

“No, it did it on it’s own. Reflexes, and all…”

“I see…” Jill said, leaning in closer still. “Can I touch it?”

“Uh… touch it?” Jared asked, turning an even darker shade of red.

“Yes, touch it, you dummy. How else will I know what one feels like?”

“Um…ok…I guess so.”

“Fantastic!”

Jared nearly jumped out of his skin when her cold hand wrapped around his limp shaft and lifted it up. She reached under him with her other hand, cupping his hairy balls in the palm of her hand. The more she lifted, touched, and stroked him experimentally, the harder he grew.

“Oh! Wow,” Jill said excitedly. “I assume this is in reaction to my touching you?”

“Yes…” Jared moaned as her thumb rubbed over his cockhead.

“Hmmm…Was that moan because I did this?” she asked and then rubbed his cockhead again, smiling when she received the same response. “Sweet!”

She continued stroking him and exploring his sex until his shaft was fully erect before her eyes. Pausing for a second, she ran her finger from the tip to the base along the underside of his cock. Shivers of pleasure shot through his body, making his cock twitch in response.

“Wow, but you are long and hard, aren’t you? How long is it? Are all guys as long as you?” She just fired questions in rapid succession at Jared, leaving him unable to answer any of them right away.

Finally, he replied, “Yes, I am. I don’t know, and I don’t know.”

“Oh,” Jill replied, stood up and walked to the desk in her room. Jared watched as she pulled out a ruler, turned and looked at his hard shaft. “Well… let’s see then. Shall we?”

“Uh… Ok. I guess.”

She knelt down before him, grasping his hot shaft in her cold hand and placed the ruler next to him. Her gölbaşı escort hand shifted back and forth on his steely flesh as she maneuvered the ruler to just the right spot to get the measurement. Truthfully, Jared didn’t know how much more of this he could stand. Her light touches had already excited him to the point that he was about to explode.

“There!” Jill exclaimed happily. “I got it. 8 1/2 inches long. Very nice, Jared. But, unfortunately, I have nothing to compare it with. Still, from what I understand from the text books, the average size of a man’s penis is about 6 inches. Well, depending on several factors of course, room temperature, amount of intercourse, etc.”

“Other factors, of course,” Jared said through clenched teeth. “Jill…”

“Yes?”

“If you don’t let me go…” he began.

“If I don’t let you go, wh-a-a?” before she could finish her thought he moaned loudly and erupted in her hand. Large ropes of cum shooting from his cockhead into the air and splattering on her. He couldn’t control himself, as he continued to cum until her face and glasses were covered in his white, sticky fluids.

“Oh shit!” Jared cried out. “I am sooo sorry Jill.”

“Wow!” Jill said excitedly. “That was soooo cool to watch up close.”

Jared just shook his head in confusion, until he remembered just who it was that was holding his still erect cock. Despite the pretenses of being a curious young lady, science always came first for her. So, of course she would look at it as a something to be excited about.

He watched as she wiped his fluids off her face with her fingers and brought it to her nose. She took a deep whiff of the sticky fluid, inhaling the scent before sticking her tongue and licking it tentatively. “Hmmm… not too bad. A little salty, but it doesn’t taste awful or anything. I don’t know what the big deal is with girls not wanting to swallow it. Oh well!”

With that she stood up, opened some drawers and tossed him a towel to clean up with. She proceeded to clean off her glasses and face with a towel. Looking over at him while doing so, her eyebrows raising as she took in his still naked form. When he was done wiping himself off, she stepped up to him, grasping his hard cock from above.

“Wow, you are still so hard. Tell me, how did it feel? You know, ejaculating like that while I touched you.”

Just as Jared was about to respond, the door to her room opened up. He looked up in shock as Jill’s roommate and friends came flying into the room. They all stood there looking at him, naked as the day he was born with his hard cock being gripped by Jill. Their mouths dropped in shock almost as much as his did.

“Oh my gawwd!” Jill’s roommate shouted. “We are soooo sorry! Jill I didn’t know you two were… ya know…”

Jared noticed that despite her exclamation of surprise, none of the girls bothered to turn away from the scene or tried to cover their eyes. His entire body turned a shade of red that he didn’t know was possible. Jill released his shaft, causing it to smack back up straight and tall. All the eyes were fixated on his cock, as he rushed to get his clothes back on.

“Oh, we aren’t…” Jill began pointing back and forth between Jared and herself. “We aren’t together or anything. I was just working on a paper for my anthropology class on how the normal human male in our culture reacts to external stimuli. You know there ARE several cultures that practice semi- or full nudity on…”

“Ok! Ok! I get it! More scientific BS!” her roommate interrupted before Jill could continue. “Here I was hoping you two were coming out of your shells.”

Jared quickly got dressed under the hungry gaze of four young ladies that were the same age as Jill. As soon as he got dressed, he tried stepping through the pack of she-wolves to leave. One of the girls placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. She looked at him with carnivorous eyes.

“Tell me,” she said. “Since you and ‘science girl’ aren’t together. Do you want go out tonight?”

“Uh… sorry, I have a date already. Maybe another time?” He replied apologetically.

“Hmmm…ok. Tomorrow then, meet me in my room. The number is 316, be there at 8pm.”

“Ok,” he replied back with a raspy voice. “Excuse me… who are you again?”

“Nina,” the bold carnivore replied and then pointed out each girl in turn. “This is Georgia, Violet, and of course you know Jill’s roommate Lisa. See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” he repeated as he pushed by. “At 8 o’clock.”

“Don’t be late!” she said smacking his ass as he went by.

Just as he was about to close the door, he heard all the girls hysterically. Then Nina piped out, “Damn Jill! Why you holding back on us?”

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“Jenny, your first question is: What is the scientific name for water?” Jenny herd a click underneath her chair, followed by a high pitched buzzing sound. Something was being dragged along her exposed pubic area. It dawned on her that it was an electric shaver! The host continued: “H-2-O, W-H-O, I’m sorry Jenny, did you say something?”

“No, could you please repeat the choices?” she said in a cracking voice. She felt like she was burning up. It was surreal to be seated in front of hundreds of people, being taped by multiple cameras, while some stranger was taking advantage of her. She tried to glance down between her legs, but pinned as she was to the chair, she couldn’t get a clear view. She didn’t want to crane her head forward and let on anything was wrong.

“Once again your choices are H-2-O, W-H-O, W-W-F or W-W-W. Jenny, what is your answer?”

“I THEEEENK! I’m sorry, I think that the answer is H-2-O.” Jenny had jumped as she felt the razor reach up to her lower belly to shave what little was remaining of her pubic hair. She thought she caught the host glancing down when she jumped, and now she wondered what his smile really meant. The crowd had started chanting MORE! MORE! MORE! Which puzzled her slightly.

“Is that your final answer?”

“Yes, I believe it is H-2-O, she replied in a shaky voice.

“You are Correct! Congratulations.” The music raised in volume and more applause broke out. “Lets get right to the next question”

“Wait!” she said, “I’d like to quit now!”

The crowd started chanting NO! NO! NO! And the grup escort host raised his hands to quite them down. “I’m sorry Jenny, but you can’t end the question period until either you answer incorrectly, or you win ONE MILLION DOLLARS!” The crowd went crazy once again, and now Jenny could feel her lips being pulled this way and that as small touch ups were being made with the razor. She sighed as she heard it finally switch off.

“Now for your next question, where is the Whit House located? Is it in the State of Washington, Maryland, Washington D.C. or New York?” Jenny felt something cold and foamy being spread all over her pubic area. Now she knew why this show was intended for “Adults Only!

“The answer is Washington D.C.” A murmuring started in the audience. Jenny now figured out what the foam was for, as she felt the unmistakable pull of a razor blade over her pubic area.

“Is that your final answer?” asked the host.

“Yes, that is what I will guess.”

“She’s right again! You’re just doing great, Jenny. Are you ready to continue?”

“My throat’s a little dry, may I have a drink of water?” While Jenny was thirsty, she hoped that they would release her arms to drink the water, at which point she could undo her legs and get out of this mess. One of the female assistants walked up to the table between their chairs and poured a glass of water from the pitcher. As soon as Jenny heard the trickle of water, she remembered never having had a chance to use the bathroom, and the urge to go iranlı escort suddenly swept over her!

The girl came up to Jenny’s side, held the glass to her lips, and tipped the glass back. Jenny had to struggle swallowing to keep up. The girl didn’t stop till the glass was empty. The stranger below had finished shaving her, and now he was cleaning her up with a warm, damp towel. Jenny struggled against the impulse to pee, clenching her legs and stomach muscles tightly. She motioned to the girl, and whispered in her ear that she had to use the bathroom right away. The girl patted her arm and said she would let them know, and left the stage.

“All right Jenny, to continue with the questions, What female adult film star was best known for her skills at oral sex, was it Marilyn Monroe, Barbara Bush, Courtney Love or Linda Lovelace?”

Jenny was shocked by the question. “I’ve never watched any of those kind of movies, I have no idea who those people are!” The studio monitors now showed the camera being repositioned to a side view showing Jenny’s ass and hairless pussy sticking through the seat. A metal bucket was positioned directly under her on a raised stand.

“You are free to use the studio audience as a lifeline, if you need help,” the host said. With that, a chorus of voices rang out, and they seemed to form into a chant of LINDA! LINDA!

With all the lights shining on her, Jenny could not pick out her Husband, so finally she said, “I guess I will choose Linda Lovelace.” Most of Jenny’s keçiören escort concentration remained on fighting the urge to pee.

The girl coming back distracted Jenny. She leaned down and whispered in her ear “They are ready for you now, you can go ahead and pee when you are ready.”

“I can’t do it here!” she said, but the girl had already turned and was walking off.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” the host asked with a smile.

“No, I’m sorry, everything’s fine!” Jenny replied quickly. She noticed that a hush had seemed to fall across the studio once again, and everyone seemed to be staring intently into the monitors.

“Final Answer, Jenny?” She squirmed as much as she could, but couldn’t hold back any longer, and a dribble of pee started to escape. The sound of the pee dripping into the bucket startled her (a microphone was positioned next to the metal bucket, broadcasting the noise over the studio speakers).

“I guess so, yes” she answered as she let loose a solid stream of pee. There was no stopping now as Jenny closed her eyes and felt the almost orgasmic pleasure from the release of the built up pressure. She just hoped that no one else could hear it, because it seemed so loud to her!

“You’re right again!” Jenny was beyond caring at the moment. She was a bit surprised that the audience was going crazy once again with cheering, whistling and ovations breaking out. She was surprised how much they were getting into the questioning back and forth. “So Jenny, tell us a little bit about yourself before we continue.” Jenny just stared at him stupidly as the studio quieted down. Once again the waterfall of pee rang out loudly. She couldn’t find it within herself to carry on a normal conversation while urinating. “Cats got your tongue, eh! Well, that’s all right Jenny, I realize you are probably nervous so let’s take a quick break.”

To Be Continued…

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It was hot. It was late. Everyone in the house was asleep but her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t talk herself into going to sleep. She got up. She put on that flannel shirt that only seemed to have one button that fastened near her belly button. She had it hidden in the bottom of the dresser and only put it on when she wanted to feel sexy. A boy she knew in high school had left it under her bed one day when he had to make a quick exit out of the window before her Mom caught them. She had cut off the sleeves because they were too long. It brought her mind back to a time when sex was fun, and carefree. Her husband hadn’t touched her in a month because of the usual reasons, too tired or too much to drink or both.

She slipped into some flip-flops and made her way downstairs. She grabbed a diet coke out of the fridge and stepped out on to the back porch. It was cooler there. She longed to be free of this, this life that felt like a prison sometimes. She thought of taking a drive, so she grabbed the keys off the shelf, and got into the car. No matter that she only had on a flannel shirt and flip-flops she thought, it was 2 a.m., who would notice? She started the car, and backed it out of the garage and headed for the hills. She turned on the fan full blast, and aimed one vent toward her nipples and the other at her pussy. The air felt sensual against her skin, and made her aroused. As she made her way to the turn off to Poudre Canyon, she thought maybe she would have to pull over and finish herself off as the stream of air had made her very horny.

She laughed to herself at the thought of how long that would take….maybe two minutes once she touched herself?

She was lost in the mood of being aroused for so long as she made the turns up the canyon. The air from the vents felt cooler now, as she got further up the pass. In her state of mind, she failed to notice how fast she was going as she rounded a curve and saw the car. “God, I hope that is not a cop” she thought as she slowed her car down with a touch of the brakes. The car turned on its lights and pulled on to the road behind her. She knew she was had the moment the flashing lights appeared in the rear view mirror. It must have been an unmarked police car, because the flashing light was on the dash. The sense of arousal quickly turned to panic as she looked for a place to pull over. All she could see was the guardrail and the canyon wall. Suddenly she noticed elvankent escort the dirt road, and she pulled into it. In her haste, she thought maybe she went too far down the road before coming to a stop. She hoped the cop wasn’t pissed for taking too long to stop. She reached for the glove box and cursed the fact she had taken the extra blanket out of the back seat to wash it just last week. She wondered what the cop would do when he found her with practically no clothes on and no license.

She rolled down the window as the cop approached with his flashlight.

He said, “I need to see your license and …….”

He stopped short as his brain started to realize what his eyes were seeing. She turned to face him, but all she could see was the flashlight and his crotch. He took the registration and said he would be right back.

“Was there a bulge in his pants?” she asked herself.

She thought of what she was going to say as he approached the car again.

“You’ll have to step out of the car and put your hands on the hood” he said.

He grabbed the door handle and helped her out. The flashlight blinded her as she stepped out of the car on to the gravel road. The air was cooler here, but not that cool she thought. She put her hands on the hood as he looked in the car with his flashlight. It stopped on her seat as he noticed the fresh cum that had dripped out of her. He stepped back behind her, as her breathing got shallow.

She said impatiently, “Are you going to search me?”

Curiously, he answered, “If you want me to?”

She could feel his breath on her neck as he stepped closer. She could smell his after-shave, and then his hands touched her hair as she stopped breathing for what seemed like an hour. His hands made their way down her shoulders, and across her sides, and then down to her butt. The fingers slowly made their way up under her shirt, touching her back very slightly. His fingers cupped each breast, as he moved in closer. There was no mistaken the bulge in his pants now as each hand began to play with a nipple. Gradually, his right hand made its way down her stomach and touched her thigh. Instinctively, she moved her legs apart a little bit, as his fingers found her vulva. She gasped as his fingers made their way up one side of her pussy lips, and down the other. His fingers found her clit and started to rub, ever so slightly.

She emek escort barely could talk as she said something like, “Have you found what you’re looking for?”

“Not yet” he said as he pushed one, then another finger inside her.

He started to move them in and out as the other hand tugged a little harder on a nipple. She started to moan, as it felt so good to be touched again.

She suddenly could not take it anymore, and turned around and put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. His hands were all over her now, touching her, as she hadn’t been touched in a long time! Each of their tongues and lips met, and they kissed each other with passion. Her hands worked hard as she tore off the buttons on his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. The belt buckle and zipper seemed caught on the huge bulge that she was dying to get her hands, and then her mouth on. She got on her knees as her hands pulled on his balls as she took all of him deep into her throat. He began to moan as he enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him. She tasted some pre-cum and thought he was about to explode in her mouth when suddenly he grabbed her under her arms and practically threw her on to the hood of the car. He quickly buried his face between her legs as his tongue found its way inside her now very warm and very wet pussy. She enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her in return as she leaned back against the warm hood of the car. She started to feel the orgasm as she rose up and grabbed him by his ears. Their lips met each other, as she tasted the sex from each other as he shoved his stiff, hard cock inside her. They both made love to each other so hard she thought the hood would have a dent in it the next morning. Suddenly, her knees began to shake, and her pussy began to quiver. The surge of adrenalin shot up her whole body as the orgasm overtook her senses. She cried out as the waves of pleasure seemed to pass over her body as the orgasm continued.

He stopped and kissed her on the neck as she panted and cried. Then he kissed her hard, and made her roll over as he mounted her again. She reached up and grabbed the hood of the car just below the window. Her face made an imprint on the windshield as he pounded her harder with each stroke. He seemed to know just how to work her as his cock found her G-spot and the pleasure began to well up inside her again. She was already groaning and panting when the next wave of an eryaman escort orgasm hit her. She couldn’t believe it as it seemed to last longer then the last one.

Suddenly, she felt his finger as it began to probe her anus. She couldn’t believe it, but it felt like he was putting something on his finger each time it entered her. Gently at first, then deeper and deeper.

She thought to herself, “If I’m going to get fucked on the side of the road by a cop, he might as well use all of me!”

His probing continued as he continued to fuck her pussy. The pleasure she got seemed different, new, and even exciting. She did not want it to stop. She felt him stop fucking her, and then he put the head of his cock against her butt. She felt him slide gently inside her butt hole, and then she felt his fingers on her clit. It aroused her again as his thrusts gradually got stronger. She wished the full, thick cock that gave her pussy so much pleasure wasn’t quite as big as before, but she shifted her weight, relaxed, and enjoyed this new felt pleasure. He suddenly gasped, and she felt his cock begin to pulsate. She knew he was cumming inside her and she almost wished she had her mouth around his cock so she could taste the warm, hot cum going down her throat. He shook for a while and then lay on top of her as his breathing got slower.

He pulled himself out of her and stepped down on the ground. She lay there helplessly, unable to move as he walked away. She wondered who would find her sprawled out on the top of the hood of the car like this. She then heard his footsteps coming closer to her. She looked up to see his smile as he gently helped her off the hood and on to the ground. He handed her some towellets as he wiped cum off the hood.

She thought to herself, “That must be a guy thing???” and smiled at him.

He grabbed her by the arm and kissed her hard as she put her arms around his neck.

After a long kiss, she looked at him, and asked, “Well, am I going to get a ticket?”

He laughed, and grabbed her butt and then slid his arm around her as he walked her back to her door. He kissed her and held her in his arms for the longest time. He loved the smell of her hair, and had thoughts to himself that he will still smell her hair, her perfume, and taste her skin each time he took a breath today.

The cop said to her, “You better get back before someone misses you!”

He wiped a tear from her face as she kissed him again. He helped her into the seat, and shut the door behind her. He leaned in and kissed her, and touched her hair one last time.

The cop looked at her, smiled, and said, “Drive safe and slow babe, I wouldn’t want you to get stopped for speeding!”

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Carefully Jared twisted the rope around the cleats, securing his yacht to the mooring. It wasn’t easy doing this task alone but he had no choice. At their last stop Susan had decided that sailing around the world was not for her. Not with Jared anyway. In his mind Jared thought he should feel empty and sad without her but his heart didn’t think so.

Even looking around the yacht at the places she had liked to sit and the trinkets she had left lying around didn’t seem to affect him. The yacht felt a little empty but it had an expectant air as if she knew that there was someone coming to fill the empty spaces.

Looking around the harbor he saw several yachts like his. Neat and well looked after. This island was a mecca for sailors and divers alike. People came from all over the world to sun themselves on these beaches and explore the coral reefs beneath the blue ocean. He planned to stay here for a while, do some diving, meet some people and maybe even someone who was interested in crewing with him for a while.

Even though he was on a general course around the world Jared had fallen in love with the South Pacific and had lost the urge to move on. Instead he dallied around sailing from island to island exploring beaches, bars and reefs. The warm temperatures and the blue ocean made it feel as if summer would go on forever. He lowered his tender into the water.

“Time to go meet the locals,” he spoke to no-one in particular. Since Susan had left he found himself conversing with the boat. He thought about getting a dog but somehow he just never got around to it.

Once ashore he wandered through the streets of the village, locating all the important things; markets, café’s and bars. It was mid-afternoon and nothing much was happening so he made his way down to the beach.

Crushed coral crunched under his feet as he strolled along. The brilliant white beach rolled gently down to turquoise water. Coconut palms fringed the beach. Jared found a shady spot and sat watching the yachts bobbing against their moorings. In the distance a dive boat made its way towards the jetty. He looked forward to meeting the occupants later and maybe organizing a dive or two over the next few days.

Further down the beach, island children played in the water. Their white teeth glowed against their brown skins. He closed his eyes for a moment thinking that if there ever was a paradise on earth that he had certainly found it. As his eyes opened he noticed a woman making her way out of the water.

With elegant grace she waded through the water. Her hair hung in dark honey colored waves around her face and over her shoulders. For a moment he frowned, wondering where she had come from but his mind was distracted by the sight of her walking up the beach towards him. Beads of water glistened on her tanned skin, trickling down into the bikini that covered her pert breasts. Her nipples pressed against the fabric like two tiny fingers trying to escape. His eyes followed the droplets running down her smooth belly to a line of fine dark hair that protruded from the tiny triangle of fabric between her legs.

As he stared at the bewitching triangle of fabric Jared felt his cock stirring. Thoughts of what he would find if he moved the fabric aside filled his mind. He imagined stroking silky hair as he moved his fingers downwards towards the damp pussy between her smooth thighs. Unconsciously he licked his lips thinking of the sweetness of the juice in her pussy.

The girl walked up the beach and sat down next to him. The spell was broken as her body neatly folded into a sitting position on the beach beside him. Painfully aware of his throbbing cock he was forced to look at her face.

“Hello,” her voice was unusual. It was melodic but strangely, it made him think of the sound of the ocean when he was diving.

“Hello,” he held out his hand to her. “My name is Jared.”

She took his hand solemnly between hers, “My name is Nicola.”

He looked deeply into her eyes. They were a brilliant blue, not the turquoise of the water close to the beach but deeper navy like the ocean further out.

“Nice to meet you Nicola,” he smiled. “You have amazing eyes.” She laughed, he listened intently. Why did everything about this woman remind him of water?

“Well it is nice to meet you too Jared.” She glanced downwards. “You have amazing shorts.”

Normally a comment like that would embarrass him but somehow with this woman everything seemed natural. No matter what she said or he did he felt completely at home.

They chatted for hours about his life and passion for the ocean. She was a keen diver and they enthused about the world below the ocean. He forgot his plans to head back into the village to explore the bar and have an afternoon drink. Almost without him realizing, the whole afternoon had passed by and he found himself watching the sun sinking over the horizon.

As it does in the tropics, darkness fell quickly as if someone dropped büyükesat escort a blanket over the light. The coral that formed the beach seemed to glow slightly in the darkness and the sound of the unseen waves reached his ears. He thought vaguely about making his way back to the village and finding some dinner but somehow he didn’t want to get up.

Nicola had watched the sun go down quietly and now even though she wasn’t talking he could feel her sitting beside him. Her hair gave off a faint smell of the sea and he could feel the warmth from her body.

Without warning he felt her hand slipping inside the waistband of his board shorts. His cock had been lying quietly as they had talked and watched the sun go down but it sprang instantly to attention at the feeling of her tentative touch.

She pressed against him and he realized that she had slipped out of her bikini top in the darkness. Without thinking he bent down to take her nipple between his lips. It was firm but as his tongue flicked softly over the end he felt it stiffening even more. With his other hand he reached out to tweak the other nipple gently between his fingers. A soft gasp fell from her mouth to his ears. Inside his shorts her hand tightened around his throbbing cock. He pulled her down with him as he lay back on the beach. Her breasts brushed his chest and her hair fell around them as she leaned down and kissed him.

Her lips tasted like the sea, clean and fresh with a little taste of salt. He pulled back and licked the taste from his lips for a moment. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her mouth onto his. He kissed her deeply probing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Her body melted against his; the hard nodes of her nipples pressing into his chest and her legs wrapping around him. He ran his hands down her back and slipped them into her bikini bottoms gripping her tiny, firm butt cheeks in the palms of his hands. She ground her groin against his upper thigh moaning softly against his kissing lips as he pressed her against him.

After what seemed like an eternity she broke free and sat up looking down at him. A half-moon in the sky above them outlined her faintly as she looked down at him. He caught a glimpse of a mischievous smile as she bent down and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. Obligingly he raised his hips and she slipped the garment down, pausing for a moment to untangle it from his cock. The night air slipped around his freed member cooling the heat that had been building up. For a few minutes she looked down at him as she ran her palm over the velvety skin. Shivers ran up his spine and he moaned a little in pleasure at her feathery touch. Then the cool of the night air was dismissed by her lips sliding over the head of his cock.

Involuntarily he thrust his hips upwards into her mouth as she flicked her tongue over the tip. With one hand she cupped his balls moving them sensuously through her fingers as she sucked on him going deeper with each movement.

After several weeks living alone the feeling was intense. His mind reeled to think that the first person he had spoken to, after being alone for this time, was such a beautiful woman who could give this much pleasure. He felt his cock sliding down the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and he stiffened at the pleasure of her throat constricting around him. It didn’t deter her and she moved her head up and down running her lips along his cock. His hands were twisted through her hair as he gently pressed her down onto him.

All too quickly he felt the orgasm coming and he desperately wanted to stop it. He wanted this moment and the pleasure of her to last forever. She sensed the change in him and moved her head faster as he tried to make the moment last. Her whole body undulated as she sucked his cock as if she were craving his cum. With a loud groan he emptied himself into her mouth. Like a starving woman she greedily drank it down, carefully licking the last drops from his softening cock as if she didn’t want to waste any.

When she was satisfied that he was perfectly clean she snuggled against his side tracing her fingers around his nipples.

“Thank you,” his voice was hoarse in the moonlight.

“You’re welcome,” she spoke quietly her whisper blending with the sound of the ocean nearby.

He lay her gently on the sand and sat up.

“My turn now.” He bent to remove the triangle of her bikini from her slender hips. She gave a little giggle as she raised her butt off the beach to allow the scrap of fabric past. He pressed his fingers into the hair between her legs, savoring the texture of it. His finger eased inside the outer folds of her pussy exploring softly and slowly. Her legs fell apart slightly inviting him in further and he responded pressing his fingers between her warm folds to the hard node of her clit.

Teasingly he gave her clit some feather light strokes making her hips buck in response. He bent çankaya escort down and slipped his tongue into the top of her slit inhaling the salt-sea smell of her as he did so. His fingers, coated by the juice streaming out of her, slipped easily inside of her as his tongue sought out her swelling clit. He pressed inside her, marveling at the way her muscles contracted firmly around him. His tongue swirled around her clit without touching it fully, teasing it out of the hood of skin covering it. With his fingers he pressed firmly against the little ridges of skin over her g-spot.

As she arched and bucked against him he felt her fingers curl around his hair and press his head against her. Juice was streaming out of her and he slipped his tongue in beside his fingers for a moment to taste her salt – sweet juice. He felt a flicker in his cock responding to her arousal. Hungrily he returned his attention to her swollen clit; he wrapped his lips around her hard node and sucked gently. His fingers pumped in and out of her pussy which was clenched tightly around him. Her moans were louder now but they were both past caring. He sucked her clit a little harder, craving her release.

Then he was rewarded. Her body tensed and a small stream of fluid gushed out of her as she came. The muscles of her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers as he drank his fill of her. Juice ran down his chin and covered his hand but he didn’t care. The taste of her was addictive and he longed to pleasure her again just so that he could drink some more of her.

She pushed him away as she lay there almost glowing in her pleasure. Then completely to his surprise she pulled him on top of her.

“I need cock,” she panted. “I need you to fill me up with that gorgeous cock.”

Without hesitation he thrust his hard throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him pressing him into her. Even though she was wet he could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing him.

“Fuck me hard,” she spoke through gritted teeth. He obliged grunting with pleasure and effort as he pumped into her. She made small animal sounds in response to his vigorous thrusting squeezing her muscles tightly around him. He felt himself close to coming again but this time he fought it harder. He wanted to enjoy this slippery wet pussy that clamped around his cock for as long as he could.

He pulled out of her and turned her over so that she was bent on all fours with her sweet round ass pointing at him. He had completely forgotten they were on a public beach. Right now all that he was aware of was her; the musky sex smell of her pussy and her smooth toned body.

He slammed his cock into her feeling her juice welling up around him. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Holding her hips he pumped into her, his thighs making a slapping noise against her butt. She cried out and her back arched as she climaxed again and he joined her with a loud groan pumping his cum into her. The world stopped for a moment as he clasped her tightly against him before they collapsed in a heap on the beach.

They washed themselves in the ocean before dressing again. She picked up a sarong that was hung on a tree a little way down the beach. Jared thought hard. He honestly didn’t remember seeing it when he had walked past that tree that afternoon. He tried to think if he had noticed her walking along the beach towards him but he couldn’t remember.

“So what are your plans for tonight?” She linked her arm through his and cuddled up to his side.

“I don’t really know.” Jared was surprised at the familiar gesture but it gave him a warm feeling inside. “I was thinking of finding a bar and having a few drinks and a bite maybe.”

“Mind if I tag along?” she asked casually. “I have been travelling by myself for so long now. It would be nice not to have to walk into a bar by myself for once.”

In his heart Jared couldn’t help but agree. It would be nice not to be the guy sitting by himself at the bar for once.

They found a casual bar that was starting to fill with young people and made their way inside. Within five minutes they were part of a group of divers enthusing about the creatures that they had seen that day. This was what Jared had come here to do. For the first time since Susan had left he felt like he was in the right place.

After a few drinks they ordered food. Jared found himself watching Nicola. Even though they had talked the afternoon away she had been mysterious and evasive about her history and personal details. He wanted to get to know her but somehow she was keeping him out. It enticed him more. Who was this mysterious woman who sounded like water when she spoke and laughed? Where had she come from? Surely she couldn’t have materialized out of the ocean but it seemed like she had.

She ordered a plate of oysters and he watched her eating the slippery morsels. Delicately she lifted each shell to her lips before tipping the contents cebeci escort into her mouth with obvious sensual pleasure. The way she closed her eyes when the oyster slipped down her throat reminded him of the way she had closed her eyes when he had penetrated her earlier. His cock stirred at the memory and suddenly he didn’t want to be in this bar with these people. The thing he wanted most in the world was to take her back to his yacht and worship that beautiful body.

Their eyes met across the table. He felt her feet stroking his leg under the table. A sly smile played across the table as her foot travelled past his knee and with great skill massaged his cock into a throbbing erection. He watched as she slid down in her seat disappearing under the table. Around them people talked and laughed. A tiny woman beside him started an animated conversation about the dive spot she had discovered today. Automatically he nodded and agreed with her, asking details about fish species he was not familiar with.

It was all he could do not to gasp out loud when he felt lips clamped around his cock. He gripped the edge of the table as he forced himself to concentrate on the conversation with the woman beside him. Surprisingly he found himself looking at her body. Little details like the rise and fall of her breasts became obvious to him. He noticed her full round lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss her. What was he doing?

Underneath the table he felt a tongue stroking his cock in long slow licks. The lips slid down his shaft slowly and sensuously. He took a deep breath fighting the urge to reach under the table and shove the unknown head right down onto his belly. All he wanted to do was lean back in his chair and enjoy the pleasure being given to him. He desperately wanted to focus on the warm sensation of this mouth and give in to the urge to fill it full of his cum.

Suddenly the sucking stopped. A stab of disappointment went through him but he shook his head to clear it and refocused on the woman beside him. She seemed a little perturbed by him and he remembered staring at her breasts earlier.

He yawned and stretched his arms above his head, “Man I am tired. It is so good to be anchored tonight so that I can get a good night’s sleep.”

“It must be hard sailing all by yourself like that,” she smiled at him and put her hand on his knee. Jared looked into her eyes and wondered. She was cute. Those tits would look hot bouncing up and down on her as she rode him.

Nicola popped back up on the other side of the table, “Found it,” she brandished a fork. Jared looked over at her and she gave him a sly wink. Casually she patted her belly, “I am so full. I think I might go take a walk.”

“I think I might come with you.” Jared stood up from the table. He reached down and placed his hand on his companion’s shoulder. “I will see you tomorrow then?”

“Yes,” she smiled up at him. “We leave around 8.30. You should have time to organize your tanks and stuff before that.”

“OK, see you then.”

He made his way towards the door, following Nicola. Her antics under the table had enticed him. But then so had the woman sitting beside him. This wasn’t like him at all. Normally he was too shy and awkward to approach any women but somehow, here in this magical place of endless summer, the women were all throwing themselves at him.

He studied Nicola’s back as she walked. She had this liquid kind of grace that he had never seen before. Her tiny butt seemed to beckon to him, making promises of exotic pleasures hidden within. With a couple of quick steps he caught up to her,

“You wanna come back to the yacht with me?” he nuzzled at her neck and slipped his hand inside her bikini.

She turned to him and kissed him fully on the lips sucking his tongue into her mouth. “I thought you would never ask,” She whispered against him.

They made their way down to the jetty. As he piloted the tender across the water she sat beside him, kissing his neck and teasing his nipples with her fingernails. It was all he could do to focus on steering the boat. He felt as if his cock was going to split his shorts.

At the yacht she scampered nimbly up the side in front of him. He caught a slight scent of her musky arousal as he followed her up the ladder. They shed their few items of clothing as they made their short way across the deck into his cabin. In the doorway he paused as he took in the sight of her sitting naked on the edge of the bed. A dim light gleamed on her skin making her look ethereal. He stepped up to her and kneeled between her legs.

With one finger he stroked her pussy feeling the wetness coating his finger. The musky scent of her was stronger. He rested the head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy as she lay back on the bed. Her legs were wrapped around his waist pressing him against her. He resisted sliding himself into her slowly aching to pound her hard, knowing that she wanted the same thing but resisting as much as he could. When his cock was buried deep inside her he paused, looking down at her perfect breasts and her wild blonde hair spread around her. He felt her clenching her pussy around his cock willing him to pump into her but he resisted for as long as he could.

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Thakur Ramdev Singh was his name. He belonged to a family of land-lords or zamindaars as they are called in India. He was the lone heir to an ancestral property which consisted of hundreds of acres of land in rural India.

Ramdev was married when he was 23 years old to Prabhavati the daughter of another zamindaar family. His father decided his bride for him as was the tradition in their family. Although, Ramdev was educated and had completed his graduation he knew this tradition of their family and never expected anything else for himself but to get married as his family chose and decided for him.

For a few years things continued fine, Ramdev was happily settled and was managing affairs efficiently when tragedy struck their family. The car carrying his parents and pregnant wife met with an accident when they were going on a pilgrimage leaving Ramdev alone at a very young age of 27 years.

Ramdev was woe-struck. His world had collapsed around him. It had taken destiny just one day to bring his world shattering around him. Ramdev managed the last rites with the help of a few well-meaning relatives and village elders who had rushed by his side in his time of grief. Once, all rituals and rites were over all of them left one by one leaving Ramdev alone to face life and his predicament.

Ramdev took months to come out of his anguish, but he was of a sound mind and spirit. He plunged himself into his work and actively involved himself in the village affairs. Soon, he gained popularity as a sound advisor, a rational decision maker and a well-wisher of his own village and surrounding villages. People would come to him from near and far to seek his help and advice on various matters both personal and otherwise, and there was rarely anyone who left his door-step dissatisfied with the help or solution given by Ramdev to their problems.

A couple of years went by. Ramdev would work the whole week and keep a day aside every week when people could come and meet him at his haveli (a big house, like a palatial bungalow) for their problems. One such day towards evening, when he was about to finish his public meeting, he noticed a young woman about 24-26 years of age standing quietly in a corner. She had a young girl with her about 4-5 years of age and a small bag apparently having their clothes.

The woman’s appearance struck Ramdev. She was very fair and beautiful, dressed in a sari and blouse but the way she had worn the sari was what struck him. The sari worn by her was like an urban woman and she wasn’t dressed like a typical village woman. Further, she looked like she came from a reasonably well to do family. Her clothes were clean and simple and though she had not worn any ornaments yet Ramdev could make out that this woman’s body had not gone un-adorned all her life.

After finishing with the last person, Ramdev turned to the woman, folded his hands and asked her politely,” How may I help you?”

The woman spoke in a quiet but clear voice,”Thakurji, my name is Shanta. This is my daughter Roopa, I was married into a rich family, but my husband died leaving a lot of debts. All that I had has gone into paying those debts, my husband’s family will not accept me and there is no one I have to turn to, because I have no other relatives. Can you help me out Sir?”

“Well! I can give you some money if that is what you want.” Ramdev offered.

Shanta said, “Thakurji! I come from a good family. I will not accept charity. I have come to you looking for some work. I wish to educate my daughter too, so that she can grow up to be self-reliant. I am willing to do any work. I have heard that you are a kind just man. Will you accept me into your household, so I can have a shelter over my head and earn enough money to educate my daughter?”

“Do you know that I am a widower? I live alone and I have no female employees in my house-hold. Further, are you not afraid what people will say if you live in my Haveli?”

Shanta was unfazed,” Thakurji, I will live in the servant quarters behind the Haveli. I think no one will object then. As far as I am concerned I have a lot of trust in you, so I have no fear in working in your house.”

Ramdev was amazed at her confidence in him, he said, “Very well then, I will get your daughter enrolled in the village school tomorrow itself, and you can start working from tomorrow. Have you eaten anything?”

Shanta shook her head. Ramdev immediately asked his servant to give them food and show them the servant quarters which were behind the Haveli.

Ramdev would leave early in the morning each day and return by dusk except for the days he would conduct the public-meeting. Shanta started looking after the Haveli. She would get up early, much before dawn and ensure that Ramdev had a proper breakfast and packed lunch before he left each day. She soon took over the day to day affairs of the haveli and even the servant started looking up to her for instructions instead of Ramdev.

Ramdev too was tired of eating çukurambar escort the insipid food cooked by the servant and had almost resigned himself to the fact that the haveli would always be untidy because the servant would do only as much as his limited intelligence would let him. Shanta changed all this and that gave Ramdev a lot of satisfaction.

Roopa too joined the village school and would wait for Ramdev to come home in the evenings. When she would see him coming home she would jump up with joy, run to him, hug him and search his pockets for the sweets she knew he never forgot to bring for her. Ramdev also found himself being drawn towards the young girl and began to look forward to coming home in the evenings.

A few months passed and things settled into a routine. Shanta and Ramdev always maintained a respectable distance, but as time went by Shanta found herself drawn towards Ramdev. He was a just and fair man, highly respected and had been nothing but kind to her. Shanta shuddered to think what would have happened to her and her daughter had Ramdev not taken care of them and given her employment and shelter.

Shanta was also visibly shaken and grateful for his kindness. Ramdev would bring gifts for her and Roopa whenever he would go to the nearby city. He was very observant and most of the things that she and Roopa needed were given to them by Ramdev even without her having to mention them or asking for them. Further, he would sit with Roopa in the evenings for her studies and make sure that she was well informed and way ahead of the other students of her age.

The thing that really had touched Shanta was, that Ramdev did it all with no selfish motive and expected no return from her in kind for whatever he did for Roopa and her.

One day Ramdev returned early from his visits and went to his room and lay down. Shanta was surprised because it had never happened before. She was concerned as he was not looking too good and she enquired the reason for this. Ramdev made an excuse that he was not feeling well and that he should be better in a few hours. But, it was when Shanta heard him groaning that she went and touched his forehead and found out that he had high fever.

Shanta immediately summoned the servant and asked him to fetch a doctor and she started applying wet strips of cloth on his forehead to bring down the fever. Ramdev protested against her doing all this, but she would hear none of it. The doctor came and checked Ramdev and said it was nothing to worry about, although the fever would take a few days to subside.

When it started getting dark Ramdev asked Shanta to go to her quarters and leave the servant with him. He had asked the servant to stay the night over in case he needed something. Shanta did not say anything, but Ramdev noticed sadness on her face. The servant stayed back the next 2-3 days by the time Ramdev recovered. Finally, when Ramdev’s fever subsided the servant was allowed to go home.

Ramdev was fine now, but the doctor had asked him to rest for at least 15 days because the fever might recur leading to tremendous complications. Ramdev had no option but to stay back and rest. Although, since it was rainy season and the seeds for the year had already been sown he knew that his absence would also not lead to any losses.

After the servant left Shanta came up to Ramdev and asked him if he needed anything. Ramdev replied in the negative to which Shanta burst out in tears. Ramdev was taken aback.

“What is it Shanta? Why are you crying? What happened? Do you need something?” Ramdev asked.

“Thakurji, have I done something to displease you? Why did you ask the servant to stay back the last 2-3 days? Could I not have taken care of you?”

“Look Shanta, I am a widower and you are a widow. There has to be a distance between us, and we both know it.”

Shanta was not pacified, “Thakurji, you have done so much for us, can I not do something for you? Am I to be so ungrateful?”

“But Shanta, you already do more than your share for me and the haveli. What more do you want to do?”

“No Thakurji, I have seen you bear the pain in the last few days. The doctor had told me that this fever would give you tremendous body ache and head ache, although never once did you complain about it. Are we strangers to you?”

Ramdev was silent; he did not know what to say. Shanta went on, “I am a very proud woman, and I would not accept charity from anyone, but Thakurji, I am not ungrateful either. What you have done for me and Roopa is something that no one would have ever done for us. I would willingly lay down my life for you, but the distance that you are creating with me is something I cannot bear in life now.”

“Shanta, do you know what you are saying?”

“Yes, Thakurji, I know what I am saying and believe me I do not dare to expect anymore from you than what you have already done. But from now on please let me do something for you too. In fact, demetevler escort I will not be happy doing just something. I want to do everything for you.” Shanta was saying all this in between sobs.

Shanta went on, “Thakurji, I also promise you, that if you try to distance yourself from me ever in life, I will kill myself. I have no expectations from you, but I wish to be your slave and in your service for a life time now. Never take away that happiness from me.”

Saying this, Shanta left the room and went out and sat down besides the doorway and started crying again. Ramdev was shocked. It was all too confusing for him. It was not that he had no feelings left inside him, but the circumstances of his life had made him immune to them. He has simply ignored them in the last few years.

Ramdev was torn inside, because it was not just the sexual part, it was also that he was angry at life for taking away everyone that was important to him. He had simply not allowed to get anyone close to him in any manner be it sexual or emotional. He had simply accepted his destiny as one who would do service to society and pass away from this world. Yet, this woman had torn away everything that he had built his life around in the last few years. Roopa was the only emotional attachment that he had allowed himself after the tragedy in his life.

Ramdev called out to Shanta. When she entered the room he said “Look Shanta, please stop crying. Give me some time to think. I hope you realize the implications of what you have just said to me.”

Shanta looked up and nodded, her face was tear-streaked, she said “Thakurji, please accept me, that is all I ask of you. I wish to be your servant and slave forever, that is all that I want of you.”

Ramdev was again silent for a while, when he spoke again it seemed as if he had made up his mind. “Would you please get some oil and massage my head and the soles of my feet? They have been aching for days now.”

Shanta broke into a smile. She rushed out and shortly came back with some oil and sat besides Ramdev on his bed and started applying oil on his forehead and started massaging it.

Ramdev noticed Shanta had soft hands. For the first time he noticed how she looked. She had very fair skin, almost like marble. Longish oval face, big beautiful eyes, a sharp nose, the contours of her body also was very attractive to say the least. Her breasts seemed to be well formed and the rest of her body was also very attractive.

Shanta was not very tall about 5 feet 4 inches in height and almost the right proportions everywhere. She would always dress in a sari and blouse and most of her clothes had been gifted by Ramdev now. For the first time she was physically so close to Ramdev, she smelt fresh and clean. There was the perfume of mogra flowers around her which she would wear in her long thick hair everyday. Her hair would always be neatly tied in a plait.

Ramdev wondered that how he could have never noticed how beautiful a woman Shanta was all these months. Ramdev was still too shy to say anything, he was just lying there and enjoying the relief Shanta’s hands were providing for his aching head. Slowly, Shanta bent over him as she massaged his forehead with both hands now, whenever Ramdev would open his eyes he could see her breasts right in front of him.

Shanta herself was in a pleasant shock. It was many months ago that she had decided to give herself up to Ramdev. How Ramdev had entered her mind and heart was something that she never understood, but as days passed she had resolved to give herself to him in anyway he pleased. Whenever she would see Ramdev her heart would start beating wildly and try as she might she could not bring herself to stop thinking about him.

Even now as she massaged Ramdev’s forehead Shanta’s hands were trembling and her heart beats had simply gone into a wild orbit. All she could hear were the constant loud beats as her heart was sending blood rushing to her brain. She felt as if she was a newly wedded bride for the first time sitting next to her groom.

Ramdev told her that his head was feeling much better so Shanta started massaging his feet. Shortly, he drifted off to sleep. The previous few days of pain had been relieved due to the massage and before he realized he was fast asleep. As Shanta was massaging his feet she saw Ramdev getting an erection in his sleep and she felt a rush of blood to her head as she stole glances towards his pole which had formed a tent in his pajamas.

Ramdev was unaware of all this since he was fast asleep, but Shanta could feel a wetness between her thighs. She just could not help but fantasize about being taken by that prick, but her shyness could not make her make the first move. Ramdev was having an erotic dream and before her eyes Shanta was seeing the swollen lump grow into a taut fully erect tent.

A few minutes passed and nothing happened. Ramdev was tired, the massage had truly relieved his ache dikmen escort and he had fallen into a deep sleep. So after a while Shanta got up and went about her chores. But, as she worked the sight of the erection would not leave her head and she could see it in front of her eyes every few moments, and try as she might she could not bring herself to forget it.

The massage became a daily routine after that, and once Roopa would leave for school Shanta would rush with the oil to Ramdev’s room. Ramdev was already absolutely fit and fine in the next two days but he started pretending that his head and feet were still aching.

On the third day, when Shanta came with the oil, Ramdev said, “Shanta, my knees and thighs are also aching could you please massage them?”

Shanta smiled and nodded. Ramdev just pulled up his loose pajamas and lie down. Shanta said,”Thakurji! It would be better if you remove your pajamas, they will get oily and I will not be able to massage properly too.”

Ramdev was surprised at her boldness, his heart too started beating wildly as he removed his pajamas and lay down in his briefs. Shanta started massaging his feet, starting at the heels and gradually going higher to his knees. Ramdev started breathing heavily as he could feel his erection building and though he was excited he could feel himself blushing too.

“Thakurji, I am your slave, you do not have to hesitate in telling me anything that you want me to do for you. Anything that your heart desires, anything that you wish me to do you just have to let me know.” Shanta was saying all this matter of factly, not looking up at Ramdev’s face but continuing to massage his feet.

Ramdev found himself immobile for a while when he spoke his voice was hoarse,” Can you massage a bit higher? My thighs would like to feel your soft hands.”

Shanta smiled encouragingly and as her hands crept higher she said,” Thakurji, my heart my mind and my body is yours, they are to serve you in any way you please.”

When Ramdev heard this his erection became unbearable, it threatened to tear his briefs and come out. “Shanta I need some relief, you know how!” he said

“Oh Thakurji, I thought you would never say that.” Saying this Shanta softly clasped his erection over his briefs and started rubbing her palm along the length of his pole slowly.

Ramdev let out a groan he could not bear this anymore. He caught Shanta by her shoulders and pushed her on the bed. Shanta fell on her back the mattress cushioning her fall.

“Thakurji, after my husband I have not let any man touch me, but it is my choice that you touch me, feel me, ravish me, enjoy my body anyway you please.” Shanta was saying all this but finding it difficult to control her voice.

Ramdev could think of nothing but his painful erection that needed immediate relief. He simply shoved his hand from under her sari to her inner thighs. Shanta closed them as if in reaction to his action. He roughly spread her thighs and reached for her pubis. His hands met a pair of panties which he tore away a moan escaped Shanta’s lips.

Ramdev got rid of his briefs and with his palm started caressing her vulva. It was wet and dripping. Shanta pulled up her Sari and spread her thighs apart as if to give him better access to her cunt. Ramdev immediately inserted two fingers inside her pussy and started playing with her g-spot.

Shanta was lost in her own pleasure she started wriggling her thighs and moaning, “Oh Thakurji! Yes, that is so nice, it feels so good. I am so hungry, my pussy is soooo horny.”

Ramdev started an in and out motion with his fingers and slowly started building up the rhythm. With the other hand he started caressing her inner thighs and squeezing them. Shanta was wild now, her head was shaking from side to side and her moans were getting louder.

“Oh Yes! Thakurji! This is wonderful, please give me more, please give me your penis! I need it, I want to quench its thirst, I want it to fill me up. I need it to enslave me, Oh God!” Shanta was unstoppable.

Ramdev pulled out his dick and smeared his wet fingers on his prick, and then with his fingers he held it up as if to show it to Shanta. His prick was 8inches long and a good girth, the head was obscenely big and in its present condition was looking like a shining purple snake.

Ramdev could no longer hold back, he quit the display and with a single fluid motion guided his prick inside her cunt.

“Oh! God! Oh my god!” Shanta cried out.

Ramdev was like a demon possessed. Years of not having a female body to quench his desires had built up in him. He was simply concentrating on getting relief as fast as possible. He kept a fast rhythm, shoving his dick inside her cunt with hard rapid strokes.

Shanta herself had not had any pleasure for years; she had an orgasm as soon as Ramdev entered her. His hard strokes were taking her from orgasm to orgasm. Each stroke brought out a moan from her and she could feel her own juices flowing freely as if sympathizing with Ramdev’s erect lust.

Soon Ramdev lost all sense of rhythm, his strokes became harder, faster and shorter, he just needed the relief. In the end with one hard stroke and a loud grunt he poured his seed into her, and simply lay on top of her lifeless.

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After being separated from my ex for6 years, I began to get over my distrust of women, and was missing the warmth and pleasure they have to offer. I had put an ad on the internet, looking for discreet, no relationship, sex, but I only got one answer from a guy. I had forgotten about it. Then one day, I received an unfamiliar email. I was about to delete it as spam, but noticed it was different. I replied out of curiosity, but it came back as undeliverable, so I assumed it indeed was spam. Then, I received a second email. After checking it, I noticed that she had an unusual spelling in her name, and that got through.

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We had to get a load of firewood that day, and when I got back, I was very tired, and went for a nap, and she came with me. I was hoping she wouldn’t, but after about a half hour, I was awake and randy again. We could hear my friends right outside my van, which didn’t have any curtains on the windows, but they moved away when they heard the van moving. It was hot knowing people were mere feet away as we fucked with abandon! bahçelievler escort Of course, we did it all over again that night, and in the morning. I think morning sex is really great. We left before my friends did on Sunday, they knew we would probably stop along the way home to say “goodbye” to each other. We did of course, and had the side door wide open as we screwed again. She suggested that it would be nice to pour beer onto her cunt, and then lick it up! I said “Ok, want me to?” and she said “Not here”.

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Taking a careful sip from the oversized mug cradled between his palms, John Elliott sighed in contentment as he gazed out through the opened kitchen door. Freshly brewed coffee and a chance to drink to the last drop without any interruptions or distractions from his noisy, playful, demanding twins. Heaven!

He was on his first real vacation in nearly seven years and he’d already vowed that it wouldn’t be his last. The business was doing well; it was time he enjoyed the fruits of his labour. A few noses had been put out of joint when he had announced that he was taking a three-month vacation and leaving Carl, the second youngest of his bus drivers, as Office Manager. One of the other drivers had sniggered knowingly, but John had refused to acknowledge the inference that the openly gay young man was more to him than just an employee. It was a business he had worked hard to turn around. He couldn’t afford to be sentimental—if he left any of the others in charge he would constantly worry that things weren’t running smoothly. Carl was resourceful enough to handle minor emergencies, but had the acuity to call if a situation arose that needed John’s expertise.

The first two days of his break had been tough. Helen, John’s wife, should have been off too, but at the last minute her employer had asked her to postpone the start of her leave because the young man they had recruited to cover her absence had had to work a longer notice period than anticipated for his previous employer. And with his seven-year-olds, Tim and Tina, on school holidays but spending a week with his sister Susan, John had had the house to himself. Used to dealing with a dozen or more emergencies daily, he had found it hard to adjust to the slower pace of life and had desperately looked for tasks to occupy the hours. But, by the third day he had gotten the hang of being idle.

Remembering that he hadn’t yet read the newspaper delivered that morning, he turned and walked through the house to the living room. The neatness of the room gave him an unexpected pang—the twins were mini tornadoes, leaving mayhem and destruction in their wake—the room seemed sterile without them. Shaking his head to clear the feeling of loneliness, he took the newspaper out of the magazine rack where Helen had placed it earlier and settled into his favourite chair, a wide buff-coloured leather recliner.

“Is there any more coffee?”

Engrossed in the newspaper, John started at the sound of his next door neighbour’s voice.

“Sure,” he replied, smiling across at the West Indian woman as he folded The Times over at the sports section and placed it and his half-empty coffee mug on a small side table and got to his feet.

“No gardening today?” she asked over her shoulder as she preceded him to the kitchen.

“Not today,” he responded.

Florence and her husband, Sydney, had moved next door the previous summer, but until last week John had not exchanged more than a dozen words with her. He had once invited Sydney to the local pub for a couple of pints, but finding that he and the man had little in common hadn’t extended another invitation.

Helen and Florence on the other hand, had instantly become good friends. The woman had even cut her long, flowing curly locks into a pixie style similar to Helen’s. She and Sydney were both half-Black, half-Indian as were many Trinidadian and even in a thick plait down her back, Florence’s hair had been a thing of beauty. Loose around her shoulders and flowing down her back, it had been every man’s fantasy. Helen had told him that Sydney had not been amused when his wife had cut her hair. Secretly John hadn’t blamed the man; he would have been apoplectic himself!

Earlier in the week when he had been in the garden vigorously attacking the weeds around one of Helen’s rosebushes, his t-shirt drenched with perspiration, Florence had popped her head over the dividing wall and started chatting.

Now sinking carefully onto one of the sturdy chairs set around the kitchen table she gave a soft sigh. “I shouldn’t really be drinking coffee but you make it so well.”

“One cup of coffee won’t harm you.” John reached into the cupboard for a small cup and saucer.

“The house is too quiet without the kids,” Florence remarked, taking the cup of sweetened milky coffee from him when he had made it exactly to her taste.

“They have probably exhausted poor Susan.” John chuckled. “I was expecting her to bring them back after a day or two, but they seem to be having fun.”

His older sister hadn’t had a playful bone in her body when they were growing up together, but she was the complete opposite with his children. They absolutely loved her and could barely contain their excitement when he’d told them that she had invited them over for an entire week.

“So it’s just the two of us.”

John’s heart had been beating erratically since he had turned and caught sight of her in the sleeveless, pale yellow dress. It beat even faster at her words.

It was his and Helen’s wedding anniversary. cebeci escort Helen had often teased him that Florence had a little crush on him and had jokingly, he’d thought, said that she would ask the other woman if she wanted to sleep with him. He had dismissed the idea that Florence fancied him, but he had felt it each time the woman popped over to discuss plants whenever he was working in the garden. She loved flowers, roses especially, but Sydney who had grown up on a farm didn’t see the point of planting or growing anything that wouldn’t bear fruits or be eaten in some form.

Sydney worked long hours and spent most of his leisure time travelling around the country with his domino club.

Florence was a bored housewife—a heavily-pregnant, bored housewife.

John just happened to be a man who adored pregnant women—bored or otherwise.

He had enjoyed Helen’s pregnancy. She was usually on the slender side—a trait shared by both her parents, her three brothers and her much-younger sister—but she had bloomed during pregnancy. Her breasts, in particular, had surprised him completely by going up several cup sizes and becoming even more delicious to fondle and suck on.

The twins had thankfully not been large babies, but carrying two babies instead of one had been tough on his petite wife. He had insisted that she stopped working six months into her pregnancy and though she had protested vehemently she had acquiesced when she realized just how worried he had been about her driving to and from work each day in her condition. Bizarrely—well, bizarrely because it seemed contrary to what most women experienced during pregnancy according to the pregnancy books they had read—Helen had been in an almost constant state of arousal. He had often come home in the evening to find her eagerly waiting for him. He’d often had to eat her and then his dinner.

They had hoped for more children after the twins, but it hadn’t happened yet. They were largely content, blessed with a child of each sex, but they had planned on having four or five children when they had first married. They had discussed IVF when the twins were three years old and Helen hadn’t fallen pregnant again, but mutually agreed that it wasn’t for them. It seemed selfish to want more children when there were couples who had none, but they both prayed for at least one more child.

“Another two and a half months to go.” Florence gave a long sigh and placed her hand on her distended stomach.

“Aren’t you enjoying the pregnancy?” John asked, surprised. She seemed content enough, constantly stroking her stomach softly, looking dreamy as she hummed to it under her breath.

“Yes I am, but I don’t think Sydney is very much.”

“Are you sure?”

John and the man might not have much in common, but surely their tastes could not be so dissimilar. Surely the man could not think that his wife was anything but beautiful.

“He rarely makes love to me now that I’ve gained extra weight,” she explained.

“He’s just worried about you. All men get worried about making love to their wives when they’re pregnant—it’s only natural,” John reassured her. “The little extra weight suits you.

“But everything on me seems twice the size it was before,” she complained. “Even my feet feel bigger!”

“Your feet look fine to me.”

Actually, they looked better than fine. They looked dainty and soft and incredibly feminine even with toenails cut short and free of polish.

“What about the rest of me?” she asked, holding her arms outstretched and looking at them.

“Those matchsticks!” John laughed. If he tried hard enough he could probably snap one of her slender arms in two.

“And what about these?” She pulled the top of her dress downwards suddenly, exposing her chest. “They are huge! I used to have small, firm bubbies. I didn’t really need to wear a bra until well into my twenties. Now I need all the support I can get.”

John coughed self-consciously and then took a sip of the now lukewarm coffee he had fetched from the living room as she made no attempt to cover herself.

“At least lingerie designers make pretty maternity bras these days,” she ran her hand over her left breast. “I particularly like the intricate lacework on this one, don’t you?”

“It’s pretty,” he agreed, without looking at it too closely.

“And look how well it supports me.” The next instant she had taken her breast out of the cup to demonstrate. “See. Without the bra my breast would droop slightly.”

“But only very slightly,” he acknowledged, his eyes locked on to her uncovered breast. God, she was the epitome of lush womanhood!

“Feel how heavy it is,” she offered, bouncing it gently in her palm. “And it will get heavier when it’s filled with milk.”

“No, thanks.” John hastily clasped his hands behind his back, away from temptation.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude!” she admonished, taking his hand and placing it beneath the heavy orb. “Surely çukurambar escort you must have touched Helen’s.”

Touched? An understatement if he’d ever heard one. He had been at Helen’s breasts constantly during her pregnancy and had been only marginally better after she had given birth. He had been surprised and horrified to find himself a little jealous of his twins as Helen had breastfed them. He had needed to be close to her, sometimes sitting behind her and cradling both her and the feeding baby in his arms, unless he was occupied with holding the other twin. But even that had not been enough—for the first few days he had felt strangely disconnected from her and them.

Thankfully Helen had always been able to read him like a book—sometimes it was scary the way she knew his thoughts before he had articulated them. She had known exactly what he’d needed to feel less isolated. One night, after they had put the twins to bed, he had been lying with his head on her lap—something he had done increasingly since the twins were born but had never done in the past; usually he cradled her head on his lap—she had opened her dressing gown and the flap of her nursing bra and guided her nipple to his lips. As though it was the most natural thing in the world, he had latched on, his toes curling as her milk obeyed the pull of his lips and surged from her body into his.

The next day he had awoken feeling a hundred times better. He had looked at the babies with a new-found love and marvelled that he and Helen could have created such tiny miracles together. And later that day when he’d held her as she breastfed Tina, he had felt absurdly happy and content. Tim had been the better feeder of the two and when he’d finished with a breast there was nothing left for his dad, but Tina always the one more willing to share, had left just enough to keep John happy. They had all been weaned when the twins were four months old so that Helen would be ready to go back to work two months later.

“John?” Florence’s questioning voice brought him back to the present.

He had been fondling her breast rather ardently.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he apologized and released her as he straightened.

“Oh, don’t stop!” she begged. “I was just telling you that the other one was getting a bit jealous.”

“Is it as heavy as this one?” he asked, smiling at the absurdity of the question.

“Heavier I think,” she responding playing along with him. She unsnapped the clasp of the front-closing bra and her glorious breasts tumbled free. “You can compare them and see.”

Cupping them in his hands he closed his eyes for a moment in ecstasy. But only for a moment. He reopened them and watched his hands as they moved over the honey-toned flesh. The contrast of her darker skin against his was surprisingly erotic. Strangely, he had never fantasized about making love to a Black or Asian woman. Growing up in a small village his sexual yearnings had been focussed on the brunettes, redheads and the other blondes around him when not focused on Helen, the girl next door.

“Did you know that I read a lot of Mills and Boons when I was younger? I used to dream of growing up and marrying a white man,” Florence confessed. “Someone with dark hair and blue eyes like you. I told Helen. She knows that I have the hots for you.”

“Do you?” he asked and grinned like a schoolboy when she nodded her head.

“Sydney will be home in less than…three hours,” Florence squinted at his watch, trying to read it upside down. “My mother always told me to play hard to get—make a man work before I give him my cat, but I don’t have time for that—not this time.”

She made to climb up onto the kitchen table and John rushed forward hastily to lift her up onto it.

But she placed her hand over his mouth as he bent to kiss her.

Surprised he drew back and stared into her suddenly serious eyes.

“Promise that you’ll never tell Sydney about this,” she begged. “If he found out that another man fucked me, he would never forgive me no matter how hard I begged him!”

“He will never find out,” John promised her. He had no intention of telling the man anything. As a matter of fact the reason why he hadn’t pursued a friendship with Sydney was because the man had become tipsy after three beers and accused John of leering at Florence. John admitted to himself that he had perhaps looked at her more than he should have that day he and Helen had invited the couple over for a barbeque to welcome them to the neighbourhood. But it had been the way her shiny jet black hair had rippled in the sunshine; the way she had thrown her head back and laughed out loud and unrestrained when she thought that something was funny. Her vivacity had made Helen and her friends seem too refined—an orchid in the midst of English roses. He had been about to apologize to the man when the man had sneered and said that he wasn’t worried, though. Florence would never let John demetevler escort fuck her, he had said, because he was a white man.

The man obviously felt threatened. Maybe he had realized that his wife fancied white men and had tried to warn John off. Whatever the reason John had stayed away from her. In the end, it had been she who had made the first move. But John had secretly hoped for this moment.

He laid Florence gently back against the sturdy dining table, placing her feet wide apart to support her as well as give him easier access. His mouth watered as he gazed at the plump folds of her vagina through the thin gusset of her black silk panties. It was plump almost to the point of obesity, the way that only pregnancy can fatten a slender woman’s vagina.

Pushing her short maternity dress upwards, he smoothed his hands over the curve of her belly. How could a man not enjoy a woman’s pregnancy? he thought in wonderment as he caressed her rounded abdomen. A friend of his had confessed that he hadn’t made love to his wife in the last five months of her pregnancy because she had become so large he had gone off her sexually. The man had also confessed that he didn’t ever want his wife pregnant again. John had been shocked. They were a couple he and Helen saw regularly and the woman had barely gained weight, even well into her pregnancy.

The media was partly to blame, John acknowledged. All those stupidly vain celebrity mothers-to-be proudly showing their bumps while maintaining their size zero bodies. He much preferred a woman to obey the call of nature and nurture her body and her unborn child.

Easing Florence’s high-legged panties over the bump, he slowly rolled them down her legs and off. Then sliding her feet to the edges of the table, he feasted his eyes, gazing in wonderment at the tuft of silky hair covering her mons pubis and her smoothly shaved outer lips. Her inner lips protruded but curled backwards like the petals of a rose. Breathtaking!

Pulling a chair closer he sat on it and prepared to partake of the meal set before him.

“Oh my God!” Florence started in shock at the first flick of his tongue.

“You okay?” he asked, lifting his head and peering over her bump to ensure that she was alright.

“I’m fine. It’s just that Sydney’s never eaten my cat before.”

“What?” John couldn’t believe his ears as he ran the tip of his finger lightly over her clitoris. A 21st Century man who didn’t perform cunnilingus? Impossible!

This woman needed to be eaten, he decided, and eaten well. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he moved closer and got to work without further ado.

Her loud, throaty moans immediately filled the room.

The kitchen door was now closed, but John was conscious of the fact that there were no blinds on the kitchen windows and anyone looking in could see them. Sydney was not due home for a while yet, but her noises of appreciation were so loud, if the man came home early he would probably hear them through the adjoining wall.

But rather than try to curb her exuberance, John worked at making her moan even louder, sticking two fingers deep inside her and thrusting them in and out as he tongued her clit.

“Oh shit…I’m cumming!” John smiled secretly at what sounded like disappointment in her voice for coming so quickly. He would have liked to have gone on for much longer, her smooth thighs snugly pressed against the sides of his head, his tongue caressing the ultra soft folds of her flesh, his nostrils filled with the heavenly scent of woman in full arousal.

“That was appetizer,” he told her, supporting her legs with his arms as he got up and leaned over to kiss her. “Are you ready for the main course?”

“Oh yes,” she responded eagerly. So eagerly they both laughed.

Placing her feet back on the edges of the table, he reached into his sweat bottoms and freed himself.

“I want to say hello.” Florence tried to get a look at him, but fell back with a laugh as her bump obscured her view.

John went around the table, his erection bobbing in front of him.

“He’s a cutie!” she exclaimed. “Bring him and let me give him a kiss.”

John wanted to say that his cock much preferred to be buried as deeply inside her as possible rather than to be kissed, but he humoured her by moving closer.

“He’s so big,” she kissed the tip and ran her soft hand up and down the shaft. “How long is he? Ten inches?”

“No!” John laughed. “The last time I measured him, when I was about nineteen, he was seven inches.”

“You need to measure him again. He’s longer than seven.” She encircled him with her slim fingers. Again he admired the eroticism of their contrasting skin tones. He felt his erection expand further when she praised, “And he’s lovely and fat.”

Sitting up she tugged John forward and he obeyed hoping that she would give his erection the promised kiss so that he could get back to the temptingly plump moist folds that awaited him.

He shivered visibly when she cupped his balls and suddenly took him deeply into her mouth. Shock held him immobile as she controlled her gag reflex and swallowed the head of his erection.

He hadn’t expected her to go down on him, assuming that if her husband didn’t go down on her she would know nothing about giving head. He’d been completely wrong! She ate him like she was a professional.

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Chapter One — Dark and Stormy Night

The headlights of my Volvo sparkled off the big snowflakes as they fell so thickly that they seemed like a solid sheet of snow. The big white dots hit the hot glass of the windshield and melted as the wipers swept them away. It was now falling far more steadily and intently than just fifteen minutes earlier.

I heard the loud whirl of the fan and felt the dry hot air blow around my legs, but I also felt the icy cold that seemed to radiate from the glass straight to my skin. Of course the radio reported how the weather had certainly worsened only now that I was in the middle of it.

I now drove at a crawl looking for tell-tale signs of where the road was and was not. I could hear the sound of snow crunching upon snow. So I knew I was driving only on snow now, the pavement was buried under a foot or more still loose snow at least.

As I passed tall markers that the road people use to guide the plows, I could see these were now only barely half exposed. The snow was falling faster and faster. I knew my way but it now looked completely foreign to me as the snow obscured every familiar landmark.

In the darkness I did not see anything familiar at all anymore. Only stands of tall pines covered in snow and endless white beyond. The cabins in the distance were all dark, now vacant as their weekend only owners were home elsewhere.

I was encouraged only by the passing sets of high reflectors that glinted as my lights hit them and the confidence they provided that this was still a road to somewhere.

“Shit,” I mumbled to myself at just how bad the weather had gotten in such little time.

As I passed an open gate to a drive, I saw the lights on in a cabin off in the distance. These fleeting signs of life emboldened me to trek on down this lonely road just a little further.

“Fuck!” I cried out loud as I hit the brakes I felt the car slide to a long stop.

I glanced at my bulging belly where my baby still waited to be born. Not even a kick as she felt no danger it seemed. My heart pounded though and I felt how tightly I gripped the steering wheel.

“What the fuck?” My cursing continued unabated.

A literal wall of snow blocked the road where its route teasing went straight ahead just another mile and one-half to my road.

“I’m only a mile from my road, maybe not even two.” I spoke only to myself.

In summer I could get home in minutes I thought. Even in winter it rarely took much time at all.

“Just calm down,” I said to myself with all the bravado I could muster. “You can back down to that drive and turn around.”

Thankfully I was nearly stopped when I saw the wall of snow. I was fine. And it is only about ten miles or so back to the main road I reminded myself in thought.

“Shit.” I whispered as I looked out both side windows.

To each side was a near vertical wall of snow just a few feet from my mirrors.

“That drive was recently plowed and big enough to turn around,” I once more spoke logically.

Details unnecessary then flashed back as survival made my mind think. I put my car in reverse and carefully backed down the gently winding road. At this snail’s pace it took many minutes to thread back through the snow canyon to that spot I remembered.

In my haste to get back turned around I forgot how I had seen this drive usually barred by a heavy steel tube gate shaped like a triangle between two round posts. I never recalled it ever being open before. In summer when you can see more clearly, I had seen how it led maybe a mile or so back to a large undeveloped tract of private land on the border of the State Forest. The cabin was virtually isolated and had been abandoned I assumed.

I backed into the clear space between the road and the two big posts, it was snowy but cleared recently.

“Fuck!”

I heard how my tires began to spin and felt how the car wobbled but did not move. I was stuck! Foolishly I gunned the engine in hope that I might break free. I heard the tires spin freely! The sound was sickening.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I muttered to myself.

I was already regretting going out at all, then for taking the short-cut up over the mountain rather than go all the long way around, and now for foolishly trying to turn around in loose snow.

I reached for my cell phone to call my husband. I dialed but got no connection. Worse I saw how my battery was also very low.

“Shit.” I muttered. “Fuck! “Damn!”

I called and called again but still got nothing but silence. I could not find my charger as the sense of fear rose in me. I had called him before I left town and he knew I was on my way home. But I worried how he will be concerned when I don’t get home.

“Stupid.”

Suddenly, in the pool of light ahead of me, I could not even see my own fresh tracks in front of me now. And I felt a sense of real panic now. The snow just kept coming!

“Think.”

The car was not too low on gas but it was not enough to idle all night I reasoned. At this rate I reckoned that the snow would soon balgat escort bury the car and cover the exhaust too. I sat for awhile in the car frozen not by cold but by genuine fear.

“What now.” I asked myself as if I had the answer hidden from myself.

I knew that a cabin was at the end of this drive. I assumed if the gate was open someone was there. I knew there was no other sanctuary for miles in every direction. Finally, I assumed I had no choice but to try and go to what I hoped was safety before the snow would be too deep even to walk through.

“I can do this.”

Opening the door I felt the cold blast. I doubted my decision. I was afraid.

“Damn its cold.” My breath felt literally taken away.

At least I had a good coat, thick wool socks and warm boots; although my boots were only low ones and hiking in deep snow would be difficult. But the rest of my clothes consisted of just a pair of jeans and a now too thin casual sweater. Obviously, I had not planned for hiking in the snow. As I put back on my driving gloves and tugged down my knit cap, both too thin for being out in this weather too long, I really tried to think of any other option.

“Damn its cold.” I repeated to myself as the door swung open and a blast of cold hit me.

As I shut the door and stepped around it, I could smell the crisp clean of winter and the sight of barren trees. It would have been beautiful had I not been stranded. Off I tromped through the snow in a shallow depression that although filled with new fallen soft snow was firmer underneath. Still, I sank in past the tops of my boots with every step. It was really cold! And slowly, it led me off towards the cabin I hoped.

It was warm enough in my clothes, my coat hung almost to the middle of thighs, but I could feel how my feet and hands were getting cold fast. It was now hard going as the snow got in my boots as I increasingly sank deeper with every step. The snow seemed to fall even faster now and the wind blew it all around in big flakes.

“Hell.” My nose was cold and getting snotty from the painful cold each breath took in.

Cold snow hit my face and each inhale felt like tiny daggers. Yet I was sweating inside my clothes. I felt cold numb at my fingers and toes, and even my ears now felt cold. I carried my bloated body through the deep snow that sank under me to almost my knees with the next step. I had gone less than a hundred feet when I felt totally drained.

“Fuck,” I whispered visible breath into the cold.

Every second that passed I swore I could count by my heartbeats. I struggled to free myself and almost lost my boots.

“This is really bad,” I cried out in frustration.

Panting for breath, freezing, snow trapped in my boots and clinging to my too thin gloves I sprawled on the snow. Clawing, desperate, I pulled my body through the snow along the track but I kept sinking. It was zapping my strength to just get free, let alone make progress. I thought I might give up just then.

Through the darkness a bright pool of white light enveloped me as I heard a calamitous roar and metallic clattering. Before me was a giant red bulldozer clamoring forward with a mountain of snow roiling before its wide blade. It was bearing direct down upon me!

“Help,” I screamed as loud as I could as my arms waived frantically in the air.

As if obedient to my pleas the monster stopped. Two giant lights like the eyes of some beast glared before me. And suddenly it was silent aside from a gentle pounding of the diesel engine and an odd metallic clanking that was rhythmic yet erratic.

“Who the hell are you,” I heard a surprised man’s voice over the machine’s sounds.

Then out of the darkness and into the light stepped a man shaped figure. He was bundled in a camouflage Army coat and matching baggy trousers, a pair of Lumberjack looking high boots and a classic plaid Stormy Kromer cap complete with the earflaps.

I wanted to giggle at the craziness of my rescuer. But all I managed was a sigh of relief.

My mouth began to speak even before my mind had caught up to its excitement. I sounded frantic.

“My car got stuck, I need help, I am pregnant, please help me!”

“Calm down,” he sort of bellowed as he stepped through the snow to me. “What the hell are you doing out here.” He said in more of a muffled tone as if he spoke not to me but to himself to lessen the surprise. “Give me your hands.”

He made a muffled groan as he pulled me up by my hands and seemingly whirled me along until I was next to the machine in a flat spot of firmly compacted snow.

“Thank you,” I finally spoke more reasonably.

I told him my name and the pertinent details already set forth so far. Rather, I blathered and he listened. He looked as if I had stepped off the waxing moon still hidden above. Curious were his eyes and he just listened until finally I stopped talking.

“I am Michael.” He said with a smirk.

In a quick summary, perhaps only to settle my nerves, he informed me that he was up for the week ahead batıkent escort and opening his place up. He added that he had plowed the drive after hiking in to get “the big red Iron Woodsman”, his International Harvester TD-24 that he stroked on its treads as if it were a big cat. It took him all day and he had finally remembered to come shut the gate.

I didn’t understand the importance of his pride in such details, instead listening almost dumbstruck, but I was very glad to see such a vintage machine now. He continued with facts, such as how his truck had barely made it in and he was coming back to lock the gate for the night.

In another fifteen minutes that gate would be closed and locked and he would have been gone for the night! I felt a tingle of fear run the length of my spine. “Shit,” I thought at the importance of this last fact.

And lastly, he explained that the road was closed. Apparently, the Highway Department was now busy piling snow up into here to keep my road, a main one, open. This road was considered “closeable due to weather.” He chuckled.

“You are welcome to stay until tomorrow,” he said kindly, “they should get the road back open by then.”

“Do you have a phone?” I gasped as I still felt out of breath.

“At the house,” he replied with a smile.

Then he offered me hot chocolate. It was almost surreal.

“Yes, please,” I stuttered.

He clambered up the side of machine sufficient to retrieve a big green Stanley thermos he pulled from the seat. It reminded me of the kind my Father might have used. I watched as he took off his glove and unscrewed the cup then the cap and poured out a cup.

The steam rose quickly into the cold air as I pulled it to my lips. I gladly took a drink.

As I sipped from the cup I saw how little caps on the two exhaust pipes bounced to the idling thump of the engine, clanking out that tune I had heard. I could smell the pungent scent of diesel all around us as the clean woodsy air whirled it around us.

I felt sleepy and all my muscles ached. I just wanted to slump back to the ground and fall asleep.

“I’m so tired,” I sort of mumbled.

“Come on,” he commanded as he thrust his hand out to me. “You’ve been through a lot.”

It was hard getting up to the wide bench seat gradually filling with snow as we had spoke. He was respectful but practical as he sort of held me at my waist and then my butt as I pulled myself up the metal sides of this thing. Unglamorous as it was, I was in the seat.

“Thank you.”

I was just grateful for his straight-forward help pushing my fat ass up there! It is hell being pregnant I thought. This made me laugh to myself inside and my spirits brightened again.

“Pay attention and keep out of the way,” he said to me just like a school master might to a child, “this antique has a cable run blade and I need to reach all around to work it.”

I didn’t understand this most proudly spoken detail until he reached back to grab a lever behind us. The engine roared back to life, the sound of metal whining over more metal returned, and the blade rose so high I saw nothing before us at all.

“Hold on.”

Suddenly, with a mechanical grace the machine pirouetted in place and we faced 180 degrees back that way. He was focused and quiet as he manipulated a forest of levers and the blade lowered once more as we jerked off to a start, the metal tracks clattering once more as the machine clawed and pushed its way forward at a slow pace, the snow yielding before its powerful efforts.

“I love this stuff,” he beamed out loud.

We bounced on the lumpy firm seat and followed the curve of the road up its very gentle hills and down its small dales.

“This old man once belonged to the Forest Service for fire fighting and then some one who logged out here and . . . .” He stopped talking as he returned to the constant pulling at levers as we moved. It was an odd orchestra of slow powerful movements. And he looked like a big kid at play with a real version of some toy. I thought he looked rather happy at his play.

*****

As we rounded a bend and the trees cleared and we passed an old wooden barn with a big bright light shining over it doors creating a huge white pool of glistening snow. Further past this we slowed as we neared the cabin.

It was a so-called A-frame style and had snow heaped at its base with a thin coat all over the roof. Nearer the cabin he stopped closer to the rear porch that was buried right up level to it in a drift. The machine once more erratically purred in idle as he helped me down.

Kindly he walked me through the snow and into a snowy trench that led up to a set of stairs to this back porch. Inside the door was a wide rough slate floor that formed a mudroom.

“Go inside and warm up by the fire,” he said, “I need to put the ‘Iron Woodsman’ back in the barn for the night.”

Before he turned to leave, I managed to ask: “Can I use your phone?”

He stopped and looked me over with a glance.

I had momentarily beşevler escort wondered if I should admit I had no service, no battery and not yet called anyone. I felt silly feeling nervous in this stranger’s home. I had no feeling he was anything but a nice man, but I didn’t want him to know my husband was out-of-town for some reason.

“Yes,” he answered in a voice almost surprised that I felt I had to ask. “It is in the kitchen on the wall.” He then laughed. “Be careful, it is a rotary!”

“What?” I stammered in a surprised voice.

“You should call,” he began and stopped, mentally looking for the word.

“I am married,” I helped him with a confident smile.

He paused for the length of an inhale.

“You should call your husband,” he said in that masculine tone of command, “tell him you are safe but stuck until morning at least,” he concluded with a more light-hearted inflection.

He turned and started to leave again but then stopped and turned partly back to look at me. His hat cocked with his head and his face all red with the cold.

“Put your boots over that grate,” he pointed as he spoke, “it will catch the melt water.”

“Okay.”

“Are your socks wet?”

I just nodded.

“Use those slippers,” he smiled, “they are lamb’s wool lined, and very warm.”

As he spoke he then pointed to a pair beside the wooden bench against the wall. He had already gone back outside when I sat on the bench after taking off my coat and hat and hanging them on the hooks on the wall. Then I sat and took off my boots, setting them over the grate. I slipped on his slippers and indeed they were too big but indeed warm. For once I regretted that my feet had not swelled as I stood in what felt sort of like clown shoes upon my smaller feet.

I walked down the hallway past a back bedroom now outfitted as a library and office, the open door to the bathroom and finally into the living room. I surveyed the wide open space. A warm reddish hardwood floor stretched from back to front, broken by a large ornate carpet and furniture arranged perpendicular to a large natural stone fireplace. The kitchen was on my left at the back around from the big central fireplace.

The cabin had big open glass windows before this wide deck that looked out over a now fully snow covered valley beyond from which a brutally cold wind whipped the snow at the cold glass.

In the kitchen I found the phone and called. I had plenty of time to tell me husband everything until Michael returned. He was relieved and worried.

I reassured him how nice this man was and how safe I felt. I genuinely felt so, but saying made me feel much more assured of its truth. Finally, I told him I loved him and not to worry. Hanging up was the hardest thing I could do.

Nervously I went to the overstuffed leather sofa now blanketed in a homespun quilt and sat nearest the waning fire. The flicking flames sent heat at me but I felt the chill in the air. It sort of poured from the wide black expanse of glass like beams of pure cold.

*****

Over the sound of the fire I heard Michael on the back deck. A cold breeze swept the room as he swung open the door. I guess I had forgotten to close the inner one.

“Did you get through?” I heard him say loud enough to carry down the hall.

I leaned back on the sofa and turned my head to look down the hallway towards him. I heard him as he stamped his boots to clear the snow packed on them upon the grate. It rattled with a stiff metallic sound.

“Yes,” I sort of yelled down the hall to him in reply.

I watched him unbundle from his winter wear and then watched as he walked towards me down the hallway.

“Good,” he said with a smile, as he walked in to the room with me.

“I don’t know how I can thank you.” I said sheepishly.

“Thank you is enough,” he said with almost a blush.

His voice was not overly deep but sounded very strong, although not hard or threatening. And he smiled, that almost shy smile, as if he were embarrassed by my thinking him a super hero. I had never seen so clearly rugged and masculine of a man betray such genuine sweetness.

His face was rather handsome like an old Marlboro ad, but it had all the charm of a boy I thought. Especially his smile, it was disarming and hinted at mischief. I liked his smile.

Michael was now wearing just a pair of tight fitting black thermal pants and a matching shirt that showed obvious perspiration. I have a weakness for a sweaty man. Not a dirty and smelly sweaty man, but that manly dampness to his skin.

“Too cold,” he asked with kind concern in his voice.

“It is a little nippy.” My tongue almost slipped and said “nipple-y.”

Even with a bra on I felt how they were poking visibly beneath my thin sweater. Instinctively I crossed my arms over them for warmth and modesty.

He walked over in front of me to the fire and added another pair of split logs from an old dented copper tub. The fire began to light up and burn more intently. The heat felt nice.

Oddly Michael had a very alluring musky scent to him at this moment. It barely hinted of his cologne, but smelled more clearly just like a man. I suspect my sense of smell was overly keen from being pregnant. Each inhale was that lovely scent of a man I found alluring, not pungent and sharp, but potent and subtle.

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She watched him come in weekend after weekend with a new date. He was handsome, and charming from what the other waitresses said about him, she’d never gotten to wait on him. Tonight, however, he came in alone. He always sat in the same corner booth, it gave him complete view of the club: the dance floor, the bar and the door. She watched as he sat there waiting for his waitress, and she made her move. Tina called over Sue the waitress who should be taking his order at that minute.

“Sue, I want to trade sections with you tonight, I want to wait on Prince Charming” she said coyly. Sue was briefly hesitant but when Tina placed a fifty in her hand, Sue smiled.

“Sure Tina whatever you want” Sue wondered why Tina was so interested. Some of the other girls said Tina was insatiable; her hunger for men uncontrolled, and Tina was not trying to control it either. Some of the girls said she should join a sex-aholics group.

*** ***

He watched as the waitress approached the table. The pale pink blouse she wore reminded him of a mans shirt, only this one seemed to hug in just the right spots, her short black skirt teased his eyes as her hips swayed seductively. Her blouse was unbuttoned, all but the two buttons in front of her breasts, and her smooth bronze stomach teased him as he tried to figure out what charm was on her belly button ring. He watched as she glided though the crowded club, the hemline of her skirt pushing up just enough to tease his eyes with the lacey tops of her thigh highs. If he hadn’t seen the lace tops he would have sworn she wasn’t wearing any stockings. He felt his cock jump, as she got closer, he thought to himself, thank god I’m behind this table so she can’t see my reaction.

“Good evening sir, I am Tina, your waitress this evening” she said delicately. Her lips seemed to seduce the words that flowed from them, as she followed with “May I get you a drink?”

“Uhhh yeah, um I would like a Corona please, with lime, in the bottle” he said, sounding boyishly shy. God her name sounded familiar where had he heard her name before??

“Yes sir, that will be right up” she said as she turned on her heels and headed towards the bar. Tina smiled to herself as she could feel him watching her walk away, she wiggled her ass just a little more to tease him. She knew she would have to have this man tonight.

As she disappeared through the crowd he decided to go to the men’s room and relieve himself. He stood there doing his thing when he noticed something written on the wall. When he was finished he went over and read it.

“Tina is the hottest bitch in this place,” he read aloud, unintentionally. A stranger next to him laughed gently and nodded his head.

“I heard she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, if you know what I mean” the stranger whispered before leaving the restroom. He laughed at the strangers comment and felt his cock throb a little at the idea. That pretty waitress on her knees being a cock-sucking slut, it was enough to make a man ache. He headed back to the table.

*** ***

As he got to the table, she too approached, handing him his beer. Her back was towards a mirrored post and as she bent over the table to give him the beer, her ass was turned up slightly, giving him an unforgettable view in the mirrors. Tina, this sweet looking waitress, was either panty less or wearing a thong. He licked his lips at the thought. Smiling at her he pays her for the beer and tells her to keep the change.

“Thank you handsome,” she says smiling coyly as she tucks the money in her apron.

“So how come your alone tonight? Usually I see you in here with some pretty thing all over you”

“I am between dates, and just hanging beşevler escort out,” he says. His eyes obviously moving over her body, but stopping at her thighs and breasts, he’s trying not to be obvious as he feels himself aroused by her appearance and scent.

“Hmm I see,” she says as she leans down onto the table and whispers “Listen handsome, I’ve got a break coming up in a few minutes, want to duck outside away from the people and noise with me??”

“I am just planning on drinking a beer or two, I don’t smoke,” he says shyly, wondering if she’s really being that forward with him, “nice outfit tonight by the way”

She smiles as she licks her lips seductively, twirling around, pushing the skirt up just a little more on those thighs. She says, “Thanks, the boss said with enough positive feedback all the girls will be wearing this”

“Well I think it would definitely bring business up,” he says smirking.

“Oh and handsome, if you come with me outside, you may want a cigarette afterwards” she whispers to him teasingly.

“I may take you up on that to see if what I heard is true,” he says as he sips more of the beer.

“Hold that thought, I have an order up,” she says before heading towards the bar. She turns and says, “I will be back before I go on break”

“I’ll be here,” he says as he watches her ass wiggle as she walks away. His eyes don’t leave her as she flirts with the bartender a little, and then fills up her drink tray, heading off to another section of the bar. She comes back to the table without her drink tray or apron, lights a cigarette and looks him over.

“You think about much?” she asks coyly.

“Think about what?” he asks her as she looks him over. She reaches down puts her hand over his and pulls it towards her thighs, then up her skirt and between her legs. He moans gently as he feels the soft, bald, moist skin of her cunt.

“About whether or not you want some of this,” she says grinding into his hand, then dropping his hand away.

“Damn it is true,” he says as he brings his hand to his mouth, licking and sucking his fingertips so he can taste her. Smiling she walks away, knowing if he wants her he will follow. He gets up after a second and follows her slowly, as she heads out a side door marked ‘ Emergency Exit’. He is surprised to see it leads to an enclosed employee parking lot. He holds the door looking for something to keep it from locking them out.

“Don’t worry about the door its keypad entry, and I have a code,” she whispers, turning in her heels and licking and sucking gently at his neck, grinding her body against his.

“I heard you were a party girl, it looks like that’s true,” he says as his hands pull her closer to his body. “How come you have never talked to me before?”

“You always have some pretty thing with you, don’t want to cause you any trouble, but tonight your alone” she says as her hands roam over his cock, gripping at the zipper of his pants and pulling it down. Stroking at his cock gently as she continues to move her mouth on his neck, his hands find her ass below the skirt and he gropes and squeezes it.

“Damn you don’t waste time do you?” he whispers into her ear as her mouth and hands tease him to nearly a full erection. Suddenly she squats in front of him, her hand pulling his cock out and towards her mouth. She takes it all in, sucking hard as she pushes her mouth further down. He leans back against the wall as she works on him.

“Uhhh fuck yeah, damn girl!!” he moans loudly then asks, “You always like this?”

“Only when I want something, and right now I want you,” she whispers after pulling off his cock a moment. büyükesat escort She goes back to fucking his cock in and out of her mouth quickly, sucking hard. He gets harder in her mouth as she works on his cock.

Reaching back she pulls out the two pens holding her fiery red hair in a bun, letting the curls fall down around her face and over her shoulders. She looks up at him with a mouth full of cock and smiles. Pulling back slowly and stroking the shaft with her tongue, she starts to focus on the purple head of his cock. Licking all around it like it’s an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, flicking her tongue over it again and again. He looks down at her face, lit by the dim lights of the parking lot. He can’t see much but he can tell she likes sucking his cock, he sees it in her eyes. His hand rests on the back of her head, fingers woven in the curls. She moans suddenly, and he looks down past her face, noticing that she’s pushed up her black skirt, giving her fingers access to her bald cunt. He is shocked as he listens to her abusing her cunt with her fingers, fucking hard and loud as she sucks his cock harder and harder.

“Oh yeah, finger that hot little cunt” he moans as he watches her. He pulls her mouth deeper onto his cock, throbbing in her mouth as he releases a small amount of pre-cum. He watches as she starts to rub her slit harder, pinching at the clit. Then he hears what sounds like someone peeing on the pavement as she gasps into his cock. He is both shocked and aroused that she could cum while sucking his cock and fingering herself. He gasps as he watches her wet fingers moving over her cunt. She takes him into her throat each time his cock moves into her mouth, then without warning she pulls away and stands up, bending over a black mustang, she looks over her shoulder at him.

“FUCK ME NOW” she moans out as he stares in shock of what he sees. Stroking his cock as he looks at the perfect bald pink lips of her cunt, pressed against the cold black hood of that car, her own creamy white cum dripping out of her and onto the hood of the car. He reaches out and rubs her cunt with his hand, grinding his palm into her.

“I don’t have any rubbers and don’t want to knock you up,” he moans, aching to be inside her.

“You can pull out and cum on my ass, or cum in my mouth, just fuck me now” she moans. With that he grabs her hips and sinks his cock deep inside the velvety warmth of her pink folds. She gasps as he fills her with cock.

“Damn your tight, and so very wet” he moans, “you always cum like this?”

“Like what?? Like that much or while I am giving a stranger head??” she asks with a giggle. He pushes down on her lower back and pulls her hips towards him starting to fuck her harder.

“Both” he says to her as he sinks in her cunt to his balls. He feels her finger sliding around the outside of her cunt, teasing at the lips, she’s making it soaking wet as he pumps in and out of her harder, pressing her into the hood of the car.

“Yes to both” she whispers as her finger works the outside of her pussy. When her finger is wet enough she looks over her shoulder at him, smiling as she rubs the wet finger along her asshole, then pushes it in. Gasping she starts to fuck her asshole slowly as she watches his face. He gasps as he watches her fucking her asshole while he fills her cunt. One of his hands planted on her back holding her down, the other reaches back and pushes her ass cheeks apart so he can watch her finger her asshole better.

“You like that don’t you? You like watching a dirty little slut finger fuck her asshole while you take her cunt” she hisses at him, watching his face for a reaction.

“Mmmmm çankaya escort you are a dirty slut like the bathroom wall said” he whispers into her ear, “I thought they were just talking shit.” As he takes shorter but harder strokes into her, his balls hitting her clit each time.

“Yeah I am but just for the men I like,” she says, “Besides I bet you like dirty girls don’t you handsome?” She pushes a second finger into her asshole as he watches.

“When I can find one, most claim to be but aren’t” he moans as he watches her. He starts to feel closer to his orgasm, and slows down some more.

“Do you think I’m all talk handsome??” she asks him.

“It doesn’t look like it,” he says “you know I can feel those fingers each time I slide into this wet cunt, right?”

“Fuck me harder I don’t have a long break,” she moans out. Then she has a naughty thought.

“Oh I know what will make you cum hard and fast” she says coyly. “Want me to show you how this dirty little cunt can make you cum hard and fast?” he stops, shocked at what she’s said.

“What did you say??” he asks as his cock throbs inside her. He can’t believe she just called herself a cunt. Her cunt clenches at his cock, almost sucking at him.

“Do you want me to show you how this dirty little cunt can make you cum hard and fast?” she repeats to him. Pushing him off her, grabbing the head of his cock and pushing it into her asshole. Then with a quick surprising thrust she takes him balls deep into her ass. Gasping as she rams back onto his cock, feeling him stretching her asshole out. His breath quickens as he leans over her, biting at her neck.

“Your ass is hot bitch, I love it,” he moans against the skin of her neck.

“I am such a dirty little slut, picking up a stranger and letting him fuck my cunt then my ass right here where any one could watch us” she moans out as he strokes into her. Her body relaxes, allowing him to use her now, for his pleasure.

“Fuck me deeper, handsome, fuck me like the dirty cunt I am” she cries out. His hands roaming over her body stop as she says this.

“Can you take it?” he asks her, pushing his cock as deep into her ass as he can get. He picks up the pace fucking her harder, burying his mouth into her neck. The sounds of his passion vibrating through her entire body as he rams deeper and deeper into her asshole, his hand finds her cunt and rubs along it, stroking and petting. She squeals as his hand finds her clit and rubs it, her knees and legs start to quiver as he moves in and out of her. She cums on his hand, soaking the fingers with her cum. Quickly, she pulls his hand away from her cunt, towards her mouth, she licks every finger clean but one, leaving it for him, as she gasps.

“Fuck I love how my cunt tastes, I want to taste your cum too” she moans out. Pushing back against him, virtually bucking him off her, she pushes his back to the wall and squats back down in front of him. She takes his cock deep into her throat and sucks greedily at him. Loud slurping sounds fill the nights air as she works his cock taking it deeper and sucking harder then ever.

“Oh shit you’re a hot slut,” he moans as his cock throbs and starts to spurt into her mouth. He watches to see if she can drink it all, she does, one little drop escapes her mouth but she catches it with her fingers and pulls it back to her mouth. His entire body quivers under her tongue, she doesn’t stop sucking till his cock stops throbbing in her mouth.

Standing up she picks up the two pens that were in her hair, pulls her red curls back into a neat bun, straightens her blouse and skirt, while looking at her reflection in the shine of the black mustang. She walks to the keypad and punches in her code as he adjusts himself.

“Hey handsome, ever want to do this again? Come back without a date,” she says as the door opens.

“Thanks Tina, I will remember that,” he says as he watches her, looking just as good as before, moving back through the crowd. He makes his way to the exit, thinking he may be back dateless soon.

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I was inspired to write this story after reading one by ndnsex. I related a lot to his story as I find myself in a similar predicament and don’t know what I should do. My sincere thanks to him for helping me structure this true story.

Advice from readers would really be appreciated. Needless to say, this is a true story.

I am Vaishali, an average Indian girl living in a big city. My story starts when I was 19. I had just started my IT degree. It was at college that I met Ashish. Initially Ashish was just another guy in my class but he was sweeter than most. The thing is that I get a lot of attention because of my looks. I’m 5’4″ 32-24-36 with nice D cup breasts. Most guys were only interested in getting into my pants but I was brought up very traditionally and in my head, sex was something for after marriage.

Ashish was sweet, as we got to know each other more and more, we fell in love. We started dating about 3 years into our 5 year course. Ashish never pushed me to have sex and the furthest we’d gotten was some heavy petting through clothes. After college, I’d received a great job offer in Bangalore while he got a job in Delhi. We both knew a long distance relationship would be hard but agreed that we wanted to give it a try.

A new job, in a new city with no friends was a cause of nervous excitement. Thankfully my company is used to hiring fresh college graduates and therefore has a good orientation program. It was at the orientation that I met Shoeib. Right from the first time I met Shoeib, I felt attracted to him. While Ashish was a rosy cheeked boy that you would like to take home to meet your mother, Shoeib was an unshaven rugged man who was not going to play by the rules.

I approached him during the orientation and we hit it off. As we settled down into a new life, we were constantly on the phone to each other to try and figure out the best way to do thing, just trying to get the water turned back on in one’s new apartment can be quite an adventure in India. We often found ourselves doing the same things at the same time and it helped that he had a motorcycle which saved me a lot of auto-rickshaw money. The motorbike only made him more attractive. I knew things were fishy because I hadn’t ever mentioned Shoeib to Ashish. I didn’t know why but I knew it wasn’t right.

About 6 months into the new job, some of us were going to hit a club for New Year’s. Shoeib and I arrived separately but eventually gravitated towards each other. Everyone drank plenty and at the end of the evening I was barely able to think straight. Shoeib offered to drop me home. In hindsight, not only was it stupid to accept the offer of being driven home by a guy while I was drunk but even more stupid that he was drunk and I was getting on the back of his bike.

The next thing I remember was waking up naked next to him in ankara olgun escort my bed. For a split second all I felt was a sense of excitement and naughtiness but then the reality of the situation hit me. I realized I was naked in bed with a guy when my own boyfriend hadn’t even seen me naked. My sobbing woke Shoeib up. He explained that last night I seemed up for anything and we got naked, got into bed, made out for about an hour before Shoeib realized that I had fallen asleep and though he had felt me, sucked on my nipples and fingered my pussy, nothing more had happened as I had fallen asleep. I cried like mad.

Shoeib left and I was too guilty to speak to Ashish for a few days. When we got back to work, things were awkward between Shoeib and I. We barely spoke all week at work. It wasn’t till Friday that Shoeib cornered me as I was walking out of the ladies room. The truth was that I was hoping that things would go back to normal, I liked Shoeib and despite everything that had happened, I still wanted to be friends. I knew this conversation would be the end of that. He was probably too embarrassed about what he had done – taking advantage of a drunken girl.

He pulled me into the stairwell and instead of apologizing, shocked me by saying that he wanted to fuck me and knew that I wanted to fuck him as well. He said that he loved my body and now that he had seen my pussy, he regretted not putting his cock in me when he had had the chance. Without me uttering a word or nodding my head, it had been agreed that he would give me a ride to his place after work that evening. I am yet to decipher the reason for me to agree: whether it was his sublime persuasion, his sexual charm or was it simply he unlocked the bitch inside me.

As we entered his bedroom, I was embarrassed. The last time I had an excuse, I had been drunk and didn’t know what I was doing. Shoeib asked me to strip. I was shy and I asked him to strip first. He gladly took off all his clothes. It was my first look at a naked man and it was everything I had imagined.

Shoeib was chiseled and darker than Ashish. Although I hadn’t seen Ashish naked, I couldn’t help but compare how hard and rugged Shoeib’s body looked compared to Ashish.

After stripping, he approached me and took off my clothes while taking his time to savor my body. Every time a new bit of me was exposed, he would place kisses and lick my skin. My first reaction after being made stark naked was to cling onto him. But he made me stand afar. He watched me for few minutes. I had my eyes closed all the while.

Then we lay on the bed while we kissed. He spread my legs, for once, and kept staring at my pussy and pinkish anus. It was only when I told him not to do it he stopped and we resumed kissing.

I loved playing with his ankara ucuz escort mouth and our tongues mashing together. Eventually he climbed on top of me and started sucking my nipples and biting them just enough to cause a little bit of pain. I was in ecstasy. He then moved down bringing his mouth near my pussy. At first I didn’t realize what he was going to do but as soon as I did, I covered my pussy. I wasn’t going to allow him to do that, eating pussy was only for porn movies, not for real people in the real people.

Shoeib was in no mood to take no for an answer. He pushed my hands aside and started kissing my moist lips. I had never known a feeling like that. I had often masturbated but it felt different with the warmth of his mouth on my lips. As he started to flick my clit with his tongue, I was ready to come. As he did this, I made up my mind to shave my pussy; there was no way that I would be hairy down there when he did this the next time.

Next time! Next time! What was wrong with me, I had just realized that he hadn’t yet fucked me and I was already thinking that this would happen again.

His tongue was like magic and I came as he sucked on my clit. I was loud and screaming. Shoeib decided it was time to enter me. He pulled out a condom from his side drawer and as he rolled into onto his 7 inch tool, I was worried about the pain. I asked him to take it slow because I was a virgin. At that, he smiled and promised that he would. Instead, he pushed into in one big stroke. He slipped in easily enough and whispered that he knew I was wetter than any other woman he had been with and although he guessed that I would have a tight pussy, he knew I’d take him easily.

As he pummeled me, I felt emotions and sensations that I had never imagined that I would feel. I was a “good girl”. I didn’t fuck other men, I had never given a second thought to having an orgasm or feeling a big dick in me. But right now, I loved the thought of being fucked and feeling a nice piece of meat in my pussy. I wanted to fuck, I wanted to be pleasured, and I wanted to pleasure him. While I was glad that he had a condom, I was annoyed that he wouldn’t fill me with his cum. What was wrong with me!

I came twice more as he fucked me hard. We started in the missionary position when I came the first time. He then lay down and made me mount him. I loved riding my lover and soon came another time but managed to hold off long enough to come with him. I knew from then on that this would be my favorite position. I loved looking down on him as I rode him and he loved looking at my breast as they jiggled. As he spurted into the condom, all I could think of was having his cum inside me. We both fell asleep after that.

It wasn’t till Shoeib dropped me back to my place the next day ankara yabancı escort that the guilt of letting another man take my virginity hit me. I loved Ashish but was physically drawn to Shoeib. I knew that I wanted to fuck Shoeib again but I promised myself that it would never happen again. I didn’t think I could live with guilt of fucking him another time. The great thing about guilt is that it wanes with time.

At work, Shoeib would often pull me into broom closets and empty stairwells where we would make out. I resisted for a while but eventually he wore me out. He taught me how to give a blowjob and soon I was giving him blowjobs at work whenever we could. He loved looking at my body and fingering my pussy. I rationalized that this wasn’t intercourse. I would still try and make sure that he didn’t fuck me again.

That didn’t last long! The next time we fucked was 2 months later. We were at his flat again. This time, I was less inhibited. We fucked in 4 or five positions before we both came. He liked to dominate me and ordered me around the bed while I liked being dominated and was happy to comply. Finally, after fucking all day, he pushed my legs back onto myself till my knees were near my head and held me there as he fucked me. I am sure he must have thought me as a sex-thirsty bitch. I hadn’t ever known anything like it and came harder than I could have ever imagined. After that he took me into the shower. I was all his. He made me stand in front of the shower with one leg on the wall as he entered me from behind. He wanted to ass-fuck me but I simply couldn’t relax my muscles. At last he tongue-fucked my anus to his heart’s content rimming it with his tongue’s tip and then licking it ferociously.

The third and last time we fucked was recently. He was at my place and there was no pretense, we were meeting to fuck. We fucked five times that day. The only time we weren’t making out or he had his cock out of me was when we stopped for lunch. After lunch we were fucking on the bed when we both lost all control and he came right in me. I was horrified that I would get pregnant. Shoeib consoled me that we would take care of it and use the morning after pill and things would be okay. He convinced me that since he had come inside me, there was no harm fucking without a condom the rest of the day. I have to admit I loved the thought of having his naked cock in me and his cum filling me again. I remember the entire next week, I was sore and had trouble walking.

This is where we’re at now. He’s fucked me three times over the past few months and I know anything less than his big cock and a great fucking would be disappointing. I’ve grown attached to Shoeib and his cock, he’s a Muslim and I’m a Hindu. My parents would never allow us to marry. I still think I love Ashish but am racked with guilt from time to time and don’t know if I’ll be happy if I marry him. I know he can’t fuck like Shoeib and the thought of spending my life without his beautiful cock would just be a big disappointment. I’ve finally reconciled with the fact that as long as I’m in Bangalore I’m going to fuck Shoeib, something that I had struggled from time to time. What should I do?? Reader’s thoughts would be greatly appreciated. Please help!

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