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Ronald Casey sighed and endured the verbal abuse being laid on him by his wife, Janice. She was complaining that the house wasn’t clean. It was but not to her satisfaction. He had done his best but it wasn’t good enough. For him, all of this was getting old.

They lived in Pensacola Florida. He had been unemployed for the past month and a half and he was desperate to get back to work. Ronald had been working as a customer service rep at a telecommunications company until a recent realignment eliminated his job. Now he was home playing Mr. Mom until he could find work again. Janice was an executive assistant at an insurance company and got home pretty late sometimes. When Ronald worked, she was making more money than he was and she always let him know she was the breadwinner.

They had been married for ten years and two kids, Ronald Jr., 6 and Dasia, 8. They met 15 years ago when Ronald was in the Navy and stationed there in Pensacola. Ronald had gone out to a nightclub one evening and saw Janice there partying. She was the most beautiful and sexiest thing he had ever seen and he was smitten immediately. They talked and he grew on her. They were inseparable ever since. Ronald had a couple of more assignments stateside and Janice followed him. She didn’t care too much for the travel and Ronald got out of the Navy to make her happy. They moved back to Pensacola to start their family.

She had always had that kind of hold on him. Ronald would do whatever Janice said to make her happy. She could be quite demanding at times. It didn’t help that she made more money than he did and now, with Ronald being unemployed, he felt totally emasculated.

It was late this evening when Janice got home. The kids had eaten their dinner and were in their rooms doing homework. It would soon be time for them to go to bed. Ronald had went back over the house to make sure things were right but as usual, Janice had found something to fuss about.

“I found this in the kitchen corner!!” Janice shouted, holding up a crumpled up napkin in her hand. It had probably fallen out of the trash bag Ronald had taken out earlier. “Are you too stupid to pay attention to stuff like this when you take the garbage out?”

“I’m sorry sweetie. I didn’t see it fall out.” Ronald said meekly.

“Jeez.” Janice said with venom, shaking her head and pacing back and forth. “I’m at work all day dealing with a demanding boss and putting up with all kinds of shit. All I wanna do is come home to a clean house and a good meal. You can’t even get that right. What good are you?”

Ronald scowled but he didn’t say anything. Janice dropped the spoiled napkin on the floor in front of ulus escort him and stormed off. Ronald picked up the napkin and put it in the trash. He noticed that Janice had went to the dining room table and sat down with a glass of wine. She stared at him as if she were waiting.

“Well? Where is my dinner?” she asked.

Ronald went over to the microwave and started it up to warm the plate of chicken and rice that he had placed inside earlier. He started to mention to her that she could’ve done this herself since he cooked but he dared not to incur any more of her wrath. The microwave dinged, signaling that the plate was ready and Ronald brought it over to the table and placed it in front of Janice.

“Thank you.” she said sarcastically and she dug into the plate.

Ronald watched her eat. She never complimented him on his cooking but she loved it. She cleaned her plate every time. Janice wasn’t a skinny-minny and she loved to eat.

She wasn’t paying him any attention so Ronald left her alone and went outside on the patio. He noticed the lights on in the house next door and he stared curiously. No one had been in there for quite sometime. He knew the owner came down in the winter time to spend some sunny days but other than that no one ever occupied the house.

The back patio door to the house opened and a beautiful young woman came out carrying some boxes. She looked to be in her mid to late 20s. A young boy ran out behind her yelling about some toys he wanted and the woman shushed him and made him go back inside. After the little boy went back in, the woman seemed to notice Ronald and waved hello to him. Ronald smiled and waved back.

“Just moved in?” he yelled to her.

“Yes.” the woman said with a smile as she walked over to the fence. “My name is Juanita.”

Ronald nodded his head to her and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you Juanita. I’m Ronald. My wife Janice is inside.”

“Oh okay. Well maybe one day we can get together for dinner and get to know each other.” Juanita said.

“That sounds great. I didn’t know the guy was looking to unload that house. I never saw a for sale sign out front.” Ronald said.

“Oh he didn’t. I’m renting it from him.” Juanita said.

Ronald smiled and tried not to stare at her. She was gorgeous. She didn’t need a lot of makeup. She had a caramel complexion with full luscious lips on a generous mouth and big brown eyes. She wasn’t tall and had a petite frame. She was still curvy though with nice thighs. She looked like someone who liked to bike ride or run a lot.

“You have a handsome little boy. How old is he?” Ronald yenimahalle escort asked.

“Thanks. He’s five.” Juanita said.

“My kids would love him. They’re eight and six.” Ronald said.

“RONALD!!” Janice screeched from inside.

Ronald felt his face flush with embarrassment and he smiled. “I’d better go. Duty calls.” he said.

“See you later.” Juanita said and went back inside her house.

Ronald sighed and went back into his house too. He saw Janice sitting on the couch in front of the TV and went over to her.

“Yes dear.” he said.

“Rub my feet.” she commanded and Ronald sat down next to her and began giving her a foot massage. He reflected on his life as he did so and wondered if things were going to change for him.

It rained frequently in Pensacola and that night was no different. The storm did get pretty fierce though. Ronald was awakened by a huge boom of thunder. He sat straight up and watched the rain batter the windows. He listened to see if the kids woke up too but they didn’t. He looked over at Janice but she was sound asleep.

Ronald got up and trudged wearily to the bathroom. He lifted the seat and urinated, being careful not to hit the side. That would be something else that Janice would complain about. He flushed the toilet, washed his hands and started back towards the bed. A flash of lightening lit up the outside of the window and startled him briefly. That was when he looked out the bedroom window and noticed something very strange. He had to rub his eyes and focus to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. He looked back at Janice and made sure she was still asleep then quietly crept out of the bedroom into the kitchen. He stared out of the patio door across the way over to Juanita’s backyard.

There out on her patio on her knees in the pouring rain was a naked Juanita. She was in her own world with her head thrown back enthralled in the throes of her own ecstasy. Ronald watched slack-jawed as the rain ran down over her perfect breasts and long stiff nipples. They rose and fell with each hot breath Juanita took. She had both hands down between her sumptuous thighs and she was obviously masturbating. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes shut as she seemed to be coming to a vicious climax. Suddenly, the rain stopped and Juanita seem to let out a cry. She seemed to be coming down from her orgasm. She slowly stood up and went back inside her house.

Ronald stood there for a minute then looked down at his pajamas. There was a wet stain there in the front. He had nutted on them and his dick was still rock hard. He tried to understand what he had just witnessed but he was immensely turned on. He knew he could never ask Juanita about it. Maybe she sleepwalks. The woman was even more gorgeous than he originally thought though and that image of her would be stained on his brain forever.

Ronald crept back into his bedroom, stopping to change his pajama bottoms. He hoped Janice wouldn’t notice in the morning.

A couple of days later, Ronald was home alone. It was Saturday afternoon and Janice had taken the kids to a movie. Ronald was watching a movie on TV and sipping on a beer. He heard the rumble of thunder and knew another storm was coming through. That’s the way it rained in Florida. Storms were brief but intense. They only increased the humidity in the air. About 20 minutes later, sure enough, he heard the rain coming down.

Ronald finished his beer and got up to go to the refrigerator to get another. He stopped short as he looked out through the patio door. Juanita’s patio door was open. Juanita walked out in a trance-like state. Once again, she was nude. She slowly walked out onto the patio and kneeled down. The fierce rain washed over her. Soon she was drenched. Ronald came over to the patio and watched. Juanita started with her breasts. She caressed them and pinched her stiff nipples then one hand crept down between her legs. She began to hump her hand.

Ronald was mesmerized. He opened his patio door and stepped out on his patio, oblivious to the rain. He stepped out farther, his eyes fixed on Juanita. He didn’t care if she saw him or not. It was as if a spell had been cast on him. His hand went slowly down to his jeans and he undid them. His hand reached inside his underwear and pulled out his hard dick. Ronald stood there with it in his hand and watched Juanita get herself off in the rain. Slowly, he began to stroke himself as well. Juanita seemed to be coming close to her orgasm. Ronald closed his eyes and imagined the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him, sucking him off. He started to stroke faster.

Suddenly, his hand was knocked away and he felt a pair of wet luscious lips around his dick. He opened his eyes and saw the rain-battered face of Juanita with a big smile and his dick in her hot mouth. She sucked on the head and stroked his dick at the same time, using the rain as a lubricant. She sucked him in deeply, in and out of her wet mouth. Ronald’s mouth opened as a silent scream started to rise with his coming orgasm. Juanita smiled widely as she jerked his dick and big gobs of Ronald’s cum erupted all over her pretty face. She sucked on his dickhead for good measure and the rain started to wash his cum away. Ronald’s dick went limp in her hand and Juanita stood and slowly walked back to her house. A flabbergasted Ronald stood there in the rain, drenched with his jeans open and tried to comprehend what had just happened. After a few minutes, he turned and slowly went back inside.

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Laying in the dark, it’s cold. I love winter, when the air is so cold you can see your breath. There’s nothing like it. But what I love even more is waking up to find you next to me. You’re still sleeping, you’re breathing hard and deep. You’re laying on your back and I can just make out a slight tent over your groin in the dark. I know how deep you sleep and know this is going to be fun.

Slowly, I slide down underneath the covers. Slithering between your legs, I run my hands up over your thighs. Such strong thighs. Kissing the inside of your left thigh, I move upwards slowly. Your cock is already swelled and standing stiff. It’s too dark under the blankets but I know every inch of your cock. I love that you are so big and thick. Using my tongue, I lick my way up your thigh to your balls. Flicking my tongue over your sac, I slowly pull you into my mouth. You move a little, squirming against me, but you don’t wake up.

With small quick sucks, I pull your balls into my mouth. Your cock is twitching, getting hard, as my lips pull and caress you. I love the way you taste, the way you feel. Moving my mouth from your balls, I gently wrap my warm lips around the tip of your cock. Your legs shiver and you sigh deeply. Your cock is throbbing in my mouth. Wrapping my lips tight around the tip, I push down on your stiff member and suck you into my mouth. As I push down the shaft, your hairs gently tickle my nose. I love sucking your cock.

Rolling my tongue around you, I slip my mouth up and down gently, slowly, sucking you. My cheeks close in around you and then release as I pull my head back up. You groan in your sleep and gently push sıhhiye escort up with your hips. Wrapping my fingers around the base of your cock, I concentrate on sucking the tip. I can taste drops of pre-cum on the tip. Flicking my tongue over you, I push down and tease the tip of your cock. Using my tongue, the licks are quick and fast, just the way you like it.

Squeezing my fingers around your shaft, I push down and then pump back up. My lips are tight around your head, sucking. You moan again and push up with your hips. You’re still sound asleep. My fingers wander down and squeeze your balls again as my mouth continues to suck you, pulling and pushing up and down. You taste so good.

Your cock is twitching in my mouth. I push my head down and my mouth covers all nine inches of you, the tip of your cock rubbing against the back of my throat. My fingers tighten around your balls, caressing and teasing your sac. I hear you moan again and thrust up. The dream you think you’re having is getting very intense.

Pulling back up, I hold the tip of your cock with my fingers and lick the base with my tongue. Up and down, I coat your cock with my tongue, licking you faster and faster. The tip of your cock fills with more pre-cum and I suck it down again. Wrapping my red lips around your cock, I suck harder this time, pulling up on your shaft. You moan and your legs flex around me. I suck harder.

My fingers are pumping you. My mouth is tight around you. You moan and push upwards. The covers come flying off me just as your cock erupts in my mouth, filling me with your cum. I suck tandoğan escort hungrily, pulling every last drop from you. You’re panting, moaning as my mouth continues to suck. I hold your cock again and lick the underside where I know you’re sensitive. You grunt and thrust upwards again. Your cock tries to go limp but I won’t let it.

Sucking harder, I pull your cock back to full length again. I love that you can get instantly hard again. Rolling my tongue around you, I push my mouth down again and cover your cock. Your hands are pushing my head up and down on your shaft. When you’re finally hard again, I kiss the tip of your cock and then crawl up your legs.

Wrapping my hands around your cock, I guide the tip slowly into my pussy above you. Pushing my hands down on your chest, I squeeze your cock with my pussy as I slid down, taking all of you in me. I pull up, your cock slipping out of me. Again, I guide your cock into me, and again I pull off of you. Four more times, I tease you, fucking you slowly. You’re moaning.

Taking your cock one last time, I push the head up inside my pussy. With the tip just inside my lips, I push my hips back and forth, fucking the tip of your cock. I moan and grind myself down onto you, taking your whole cock inside me. Leaning forward, my hair falls down around my face, tickling your chest. You grab my hair and pull my mouth down to yours. As your tongue pushes inside my mouth, your cock thrusts up inside my tight pussy. I moan and push down on you harder.

Raising my head, I ride your cock, bucking back and forth on your shaft. tunalı escort I feel my first orgasm ripping through me. My pussy tightens around your cock, squeezing it between my lips. Lifting myself off you, I lower my mouth to your cock again. Sucking you between my lips, I taste my own orgasm on your dick. It tastes so good. I suck hard, my mouth pulling you into me.

Rising again, I move to lay next to you, my ass in the air. You sit up, bracing yourself behind me. I grab the headboard and hold on as you slowly guide your raging hard cock into my pussy from behind. I moan and push back against you. Your hands grip my ass and pull me back harder. I can feel your balls slamming against my thighs as you fuck me, drilling my pussy. Hanging onto the headboard, I meet each of your thrusts with one of my own.

Reaching down between us, I let my fingers stroke my pussy as you fuck it. My clit is hard and throbbing. Your cock is filling me, fucking me harder and harder with each thrust. I beg you to fuck me harder. I moan and push back, wiggling my ass against you. You reach down and slip a finger in my ass as your cock fucks my pussy and my finger rubs my clit. I can’t believe how wild you make me. I groan and reach my second orgasm.

Pulling out, you flip me over and lift my legs up to lay on your shoulders. Savagely, you thrust your cock into my pussy and pull out again. Over and over again, you fuck me and leave me. I’m writhing on the bed, moaning and begging you to fuck me harder, to fuck me with your cock. My hands grab hold of my breasts, pulling on them. You grab my ankles, holding my legs up. Your cock is drilling me. I feel another orgasm and scream in ecstasy. You grunt and slam your cock in me. I feel you erupt inside me, your cream filling my pussy.

You push into me a couple more times, then pull out, leaving me empty. Collapsing on the bed, you moan and smile. Within minutes, you’re sound asleep again. I lay there and smile. I wake you again in an hour.

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The rain had started pouring without warning, as was usual in the city. It was also his first time foraying out into the wild streets of Vietnam, and he hadn’t brought an umbrella, as was also usual for a clueless tourist in Vietnam.

He had jumped into a nearby restaurant and taken their only empty seat in the corner, to the curious cursory gaze of the owner, who lost interest quickly, and went back to chopping up some meat by the entrance.

“Bahn goi? Nem chua ran? What the hell…” he muttered to himself, taking his phone out for a quick google search. He was beaten to the punch by a voice from behind him.

“Sour fried spring rolls. At least, according to Wikipedia.”

He turned.

“I think I’m having a bahn goi right now, but I’m not sure which is which. Wanna try one?”

The girl said with a friendly grin, leaning over a little to the side so he could see her plate. They did look pretty damn good. Freshly served, slightly steaming, and untouched. Also, she was about as soaking wet as he was, so they had that going for them.

“Sure, why not?” He said, picking up his bag, then pausing for a second. “Mind if I…”

“Not at all,” she said, using a foot to push out a stool for him across from her on the dingy plastic table.

They each picked a different dumpling and tried them. They were divine.

“Whatever it is, I’m getting more of that.”

“This shrimp thingy’s really good too. A little ofise gelen escort salty though,” she said, chewing with a look of satisfaction, then taking a long swig of water. He called over the lady by the entrance, pointed to some food on her plate, then turned to his newfound acquaintance.

Brown hair tied in a bun, glasses, slightly freckled, youthful face, albeit a little tired, and a small frame, made all the more obvious by the shirt sticking to her skin, thanks to all the rain. He quickly turned his gaze back to the dumplings, forgetting what he meant to say. Halfway through a roll wrapped in what he assumed was uncut pho, he finally remembered to choke out a word of thanks.

“No problem. You seemed pretty lost, and it’s always great to run into other tourists.” She leaned in over the table, and whispered with a murky grin “I get off on sharing shitty travel tips I picked up on the internet with others.”

“That’s… nice,” he said uneasily, shifting in his seat. She smelled nice, despite the rain, the pork and shrimp dumplings, and the general lack of hygiene in the store. If anything, her scent seemed to overpower all the other less savory olfactory stimuli.

“So what brings you here? And alone? You don’t look the type.”

He considered for a split second whether to ask what type he seemed, then decided against it.

“Oh, I just needed a break. otele gelen escort From… things.”

“No way! I needed a break from things too!” She said, then added. “Sorry, that was mean. Came out wrong.”

“No, that’s fine. I broke up with my girlfriend of six years recently.” He then blurted, “I’m getting over it. Mostly.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“No, it’s fine, really. I’m mostly over her. I think I’m ready to start dating again.”

“Is that what the trip is for?”

“Uh…”

“I’m just playing, loosen up!” She laughed, picking up another shrimp dumpling.

He looked out to the raining streets as she chewed on, completely at a loss as to what to say.

“If it helps, I’m also recently broken up. Five years.”

“I’m…”

“Before you say you’re sorry to hear that, I’m gonna jump in and say good riddance. This is more a yay me trip than a downer trip. No offense.”

“None taken.” He said, taking some offense.

He felt a warm hand wrap around his.

“It’s going to be fine.”

“Thanks.”

“And you have every reason to believe me. After all, I’m that totally random stranger who you’re bonding with over streetside dumplings in Hanoi.”

“True enough.”

“There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“Are you one of them?” He jumped in without a second thought, his heart pounding.

She sputtered a little, sincan escort letting go of his hand, then cleared her throat.

“Recently broken up totally random stranger guy I just met, are you hitting on me?” She asked, a playful edge to her voice. He felt one of her fingers slide softly against his knuckles.

“Is that allowed?”

“Depends exclusively on how cute the guy is.” She said, fixing her hair, leaning back, then taking off her glasses for a better look. “I don’t know why I did that.” She said, putting them back on. He laughed.

“Yup, you pass with flying colors. Extra points for the shirt,” she said, referring to a cheap I heart Hanoi piece he had picked up that morning from a vendor next to his hotel.

“I’m gonna need a shower first though. Do you have a number I can call?”

They traded numbers, with her dialing him “to make sure.” He grinned when he saw her temporary number pop up on his phone, with the +84 area code.

As they left the restaurant, he found out to his dismay that she was better acquainted with Vietnamese bills than he was, to which she simply said,

“Don’t get uppity now, you’re buying drinks later.”

“You ready for this?”

She nodded grimly as they neared the entrance. The pitter patter of drizzling rain when they had arrived, had turned into a full blown maelstrom outside.

“Count of three?”

He nodded back.

“3.”

“2.”

“1!”

They jumped back into the street, each running off into opposite directions. It was raining harder than earlier on, but he felt more clarity than ever before. He slowed down to a skip, no longer giving a damn if he got wet. He thought about looking back, but then decided against it. He wondered if she thought the same.

This was going to be a good day.

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David sighed and stretched his neck as the door closed behind him. It felt good to be out in the sunshine; the test had been a difficult one, but he felt like all the studying had paid off, and now was time for a well earned break. He stepped on the paved path across the campus, still lazily going through the questions in his head. This had been the last test of the semester for him, but his roommate Gabe would still have one on Wednesday, and then they would drive back home for the holiday.

Day was cloudless and hot. David rolled his shoulders while he walked and contemplated his options. He was aware of an off campus pool party, but he didn’t have a date, and he didn’t know if going alone would be much fun. Gabe would be in their flat, up to his ears in notes and prep test questions, and wouldn’t be up for partying.

He stepped under the big trees lining the path, shivering in the sudden coolness of the shadow, and then blinked when he came out to the bright sunlight again. A few fellow students were on their way across the campus as he was, but only one was walking on the same path ahead of him. Susan, he thought, or maybe Sandy? Sheila? She had been on the same course but they hadn’t been in the same study group. He checked out her ass reflexively–very nice, round and pert, the tight short shorts revealing an astonishing amount of tanned leg–and then chided himself for it. He yanked his eyes upward dutifully, taking on the long braid reaching mid back, and wondered idly why she would have such a warm sweater on a hot day like this. Her shorts were skin tight and miniscule, but her shirt was baggy and had long sleeves almost down to her fingertips. She had a backpack on one shoulder.

The girl, whose-name-definitely-started-with-S, took a right turn and David realized she was heading to the bar across the street. On a whim he followed her, leaving enough distance for it to be a coincidence.

The bar was dimly lit after the blinding sun, and David stopped just inside the door to let his eyes adjust. He didn’t see the girl anywhere, not even when he made his way slowly across to the bar. Was there a back room in this place? No, it looked like this was all there was–a few booths, pool table, and the bar. Maybe she worked here and had come for her shift? Well, a cold beer on a hot day like this would be good even if she’d disappeared.

“Oh hi!”

David had just raised his glass to his lips and turned awkwardly toward the voice. There she was, smiling, one had on the bar, fingers just barely visible from the sleeve. She gestured for the bartender and got a beer for herself. David had barely time to sip his beer, lower his glass and mutter some kind of a greeting, when she already had hers in front of her. She smiled again and eyed across the empty bar. “Are you meeting someone?”

“No, no,” David said. “Just wanted to have a drink after my final test. You were in that one too, weren’t you? Basics of statistical math?”

“Yes,” she said, widening her dark eyes. “I’m so glad it’s finally over! I’ve been dreading this test the whole semester. I was warned that it’s one of the worst courses I’ll have, and it really was.”

She paused, cocking her head a little, looking at him and then around the bar again. “Should we… sit together? I’m not meeting anyone either.”

“Sure, why not,” David said and they walked across the room to one of the booths. Sun cast a soft cone of light through the dusty windows, and David once again cast a guilty look at her long, slender legs. Dust particles glimmered in the light.

They settled into the booth. David raised his glass, smiling, and said, “To the end of statistical math!”

The girl laughed and clinked his glass with hers. She drank, and David noticed she had opened her hair from the braid. It was now flowing over her shoulders in lazy dark curls.

“So, um… I don’t know if we’ve talked before? I’m David.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” the girl said and smiled impishly. “You have a bit of a reputation, don’t you know? I’m Skylar, but everyone calls me Skye. Including, you know, Maddie, my flatmate. And Cassie.”

David grimaced. “Yeah…”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed! They only said good things about you.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” David said. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck and knew his ears had turned red. “I’ve just been taught that gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, and well, I kind of thought that would apply to ladies too.”

“Ah, but Maddie and Cass are no ladies,” Skye said and sipped her beer.

David shrugged. This was surely true. He wasn’t ashamed of having had casual sex, but he was uncomfortable with how the two ladies had shared the experience with, apparently, everyone they knew. He didn’t want to ask what kind of a reputation he had exactly, so he grasped for another topic. “So, statistical math, eh? You’re not a math major if you think that will be your hardest course?”

“No, no,” she said and laughed, a beautiful tingling giggle. “I’m in psychology. That’s much more logical.”

“Human behavior is more logical than çukurambar escort math?” David raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, so you’re at math then?”

“Well, no, history. And yeah, it wasn’t an easy course. I think I did okay, though.”

“Yeah. I wonder why Mrs. Rookwood always has that same question of statistical relevance, you would’ve thought she knew by now that everyone knew to expect it?”

“Probably to get people to study that part in detail. I guess she thinks it’s important.”

“Huh, guess so,” Skye said. “I certainly spent time on it.”

David sipped his beer and watched her sipping hers. She had painted her fingernails to match the deep purple of her shirt, and occasionally she’d clink them against the glass thoughtfully, as if to keep beat to a music only she was hearing. She was in constant motion, rolling her hips a little, crossing her legs this way and then opening them again, biting her lip. She wasn’t fidgeting, but she had an aura of energy about her. She seemed to be trapped in her thoughts, staring into nothing and chewing on her lip absentmindedly.

“So are you going to the pool party today?” David asked.

“Oh, no, no pool parties for me,” Skye said quickly and looked down into her drink. Her lashes were long and dark, and she had a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheekbones. Her cheeks were slightly reddened. “Are you going?”

“We could go together?” David suggested, though he already knew she would decline.

Skye tilted her head and looked at him. The corners of her eyes crinkled first, and then the smile spread on the rest of her face, quick as lightning.

“No,” she said, almost inconsequentially. She leaned over the table, and David did the same, smiling as he leaned closer to her. She glanced around the still empty bar and lowered her voice when she continued, “Want to know what I was planning on doing today?”

“Sure,” David said. She was intriguing, and now that he was this close, he could smell her shampoo.

She had golden flecks in her brown eyes. She grinned again, then bit her lower lip as if considering whether to go ahead or not. And then she said, in a low voice, “I was going to go home and masturbate myself silly, but now I thought that… maybe… you’d like to join me?”

Earlier David had thought that maybe her cheeks were flushed from the sun, but now she was definitely blushing. She glanced at him, then grinned widely again and looked down. “I mean, I do this sometimes. Often. That when something happens, like, the pressure is off, then I just… I want to come. A lot. So then I… that’s what I was going to do today.”

“And you thought you’d ask me to be your boy toy because Maddie and Cass recommended me?” David asked dryly. He was surprised by her proposition, but he was also tempted. Very tempted. After all, he had nowhere to be, and she was beautiful.

She squirmed and shrugged her shoulders. “Not like that. I don’t know if I believe half of what they say. But the thing is, I’ve heard them brag about it, but I haven’t heard you brag about it, so I think you might be kind of trustworthy? You know? But one thing you need to know about me,” she said, suddenly serious, and searched for his eyes. “I have scars. That’s why I don’t want to go to the pool party. I don’t mind them, myself, but I don’t want to… I don’t want to be known as the chick with the scars. Or some kind of pity fuck. So, you know… if you’re grossed out by that then just say so.”

“No, I don’t think I am,” David said slowly. That explained the long sleeves, he thought. He wondered about the scars, but then, how bad could it be? He felt a fleeting shame of being superficial enough to think at least she doesn’t have them on her face. He leaned back and sipped his beer, his glass almost empty already. “So, you’re suggesting some kind of friends with benefits thing?”

“Yes,” she said and leaned back too. “We could start with benefits and see about it then.”

David laughed. She was goofy, and very, very straightforward, but she didn’t send out any serious crazy vibes. “So, what, no dinner and movies? Should we at least have another drink?”

“What are you, hard to get?” she rolled her eyes playfully and flashed another wide grin at him to soften her quip. “Okay, if you want to know… or even if you didn’t… I’m wearing this vibrator, and I…”

David’s eyes widened. “What? What kind of… what? How do you… did you have it at the exam?”

“Well, I could show you what kind. And no I didn’t. But, you see… I really want to go already.”

David gulped down his beer hastily. Skye laughed a low, husky laugh, and when she was finishing hers David asked, “Don’t you mean you want to come already?”

Skye almost choked on her beer, then she burst out laughing, the happiest laugh he’d heard from her yet. “Yes! You could say that!”

They stood to go, and hesitantly Skye reached for his hand. He squeezed hers affirmatively. “Do you want to… like… take it out?”

“It’s not far,” she said and smiled at him. “Come on.”

“Do demetevler escort you do this kind of thing often?” David asked when they rounded the corner into a shadowy street.

“What kind of thing? Pick up strangers from the bar?”

“No, I mean, wear”– he glanced around, and lowered his voice–“vibrators out in public?”

He was intrigued. He had never met a girl who made such aggressive sexual suggestions, and definitely not anyone who would wear a vibrator anywhere outside a bedroom. When his mind really reached the wearable vibrator he was momentarily consumed, trying to imagine what it was actually like, how it operated, and, oh fuck, if he was going to take it out of her–

“Oh, I’m sorry, what did you say?” he said.

Skye laughed, again that tingling happy giggle. “Not often, but this isn’t my first time, if that’s what you’re asking.”

She squeezed his hand and drew in a breath, and then she said, “I have this… kind of game I play with myself. Today, I thought I’d have a beer and… and have the vibra on, because I just… I get such a thrill thinking that there I am, slowly getting more wound up, and nobody is the wiser, but… oh, fuck… wait.”

She let go of his hand, fumbled for her phone, and flicked through an app. Then she flashed another impish grin. “Sorry, I had to stop it. Talking with you took a little longer than I normally would’ve been at the bar, and it’s not like I want to really come here in the middle of the street.”

Her cheeks were bright red, and he felt the heat on his own cheeks. “Wow,” he said. They continued onward, and he glanced down at her body, and said again, “…wow. The, the app, I mean, could I…?”

“Maybe next time,” she said and winked at him.

In front of the house David stopped, suddenly worried. “But what about your roommates?”

“Not eager to let Maddie know you’re adding to your collection?” Skye asked and David blushed a shade deeper. “Don’t worry, they’re going to the pool party, and they’re going elsewhere to start it off.”

True enough, the house was empty. Skye led him to her room and locked the door. She went to draw the curtains, and then they stood facing each other in the shadowy room, neither one knowing how to start.

“Okay, okay okay,” Skye said, avoiding his eyes. She looked about the room, swept a pile of clothes off the bed and guided him to sit down. He did, covertly adjusting his cock, which, despite his uncertainty, was ready to rise to the occasion.

Skye stood, taking a few deep breaths, and then looked straight into his eyes. “Okay. So. The scars. We’ll start with the scars. You ready?”

David licked his dry lips and nodded. Skye grabbed the hem of her purple shirt, then exhaled and looked at him again. “Really, if you want to call it off, it’s okay. Just promise me you won’t tell anyone. Okay? Because if you do, I will have to tie you up and feed you to my pet hamster.”

David chortled and looked around. “You don’t have a pet hamster.”

“I will get one!” she said, going for a threatening voice, her smirk ruining the impact. “You have no idea how long it will take for a hamster to eat you alive!”

“Okay, okay,” David said and lifted his hands conciliatory. “I promise! Scout’s honor.”

Skye smiled, took a deep breath and pulled the shirt slowly over her head. David’s eyes shot to the emerging waistline of the skimpy shorts, then the pale smooth skin above, when her toned but delightfully soft tummy was revealed.

The scars started just above her belly button. The widest one went up across her sternum, but there were parallel, thinner lines across her ribs. Her bra was black and smooth, dark against her creamy skin. Her hair curled down her chest, partially obscuring his view. He raised his eyes slowly, suddenly aware how he was ogling her boobs. She met his gaze, looking for a reaction. He didn’t know what to say, but apparently words weren’t needed, because she tossed the shirt aside and slowly reached behind her back to unzip her bra.

David’s eyes traveled back down, like drawn by a magnet, and he held his breath when Skye peeled the black fabric off slowly. Her boobs were lovely, creamy and smooth, her small nipples already puckered, and David had to lean back to give his swelling cock more room in his shorts. He was a boob man, and simply couldn’t help it.

One sideways slash of a scar went across her left boob, deforming it slightly as it pulled a small indentation to its wake. David gestured at it, and Skye traced the scar with her fingertip. Her purple nail polish looked amazing against her skin.

“I got hit by a car,” she said softly. “I was eleven. I was goofing around, riding my bike wearing my brother’s ice hockey helmet, and then I guess I didn’t notice the car. And they didn’t notice me. So I got a bit of air time, and then, I landed on this fence, and these”—she spread her fingers to match the horizontal scars—”are from the fence, and here”—she crossed herself down the thickest, vertical scar—”is where they opened me up to stitch my insides dikmen escort back together again. And this is where I broke my arm in four places.”

He hadn’t even noticed the scars on her arm before she pointed them out. He looked up at her eyes, and she smiled a small, tight smile. “They did okay, I guess. I mean, there was no permanent damage. Except cosmetic, that is.”

She stood, facing him, and looked defiant. She swept her hair over her shoulders to her back, rolled her shoulders back, and opened her arms in a pose. “Well?”

“Well what?” he asked, forcing himself to look up at her eyes instead of her boobs. “I’m sorry you went through that. Good thing it wasn’t any worse.”

Skye’s shoulders slumped and she started unzipping her shorts absentmindedly. “Yeah, guess so. And I’m lucky that it was… it could’ve been worse for me, emotionally, if I was any younger or any older, I think. I was a gymnast, and a swimmer, and I had this very practical approach to my body.”

She shimmied the shorts down, revealing small, purple panties. Then she lifted her leg, took hold of her foot with one hand and straightened it up in the air. David gawked. Skye giggled and let go of her foot, coming to a stand still once more. “And I wasn’t yet into this stupid world of dating and all things superficial. So the recovery was okay, and then… I’ve just always had to accommodate for this in my dating life. And it’s not such a problem, really, but just… I don’t want to go to a pool party and be stared at. Or make up excuses why I’m not wearing a bikini.”

“I understand,” he said. “It’s okay. I wasn’t so interested in going either.”

She smiled at that. It wasn’t quite the wide, impish grin she’d had earlier, but it was a smile. “Oh, so you’re staying?”

“Oh yes I’m staying,” David said. His cock throbbed.

“Okay,” Skye said, and now her smile was almost as wide as earlier. “I’ve shown you mine, you show me yours.”

“But,” David said and gestured to her panties.

She laughed. “Okay then.”

She pushed the panties down slowly, revealing the rest of her gently curving lower abdomen. Her pubic hair was dark and curly, and when she shimmied the panties down David saw the sex toy. It curved from her clit down to where it entered her, its smooth silicone surface blocking his view. She kicked the panties further and did a slow, deliberate pirouette to show him her backside. Her ass was perfect, round and pale, and she had lovely dimples above her cheeks.

David swallowed hard. He was a boob man, but he was also an ass man. And there wasn’t anything left to be desired in either of those aspects on her slender but curvy body. The scar on her boob only made the other one seem even more perfect: a unique delight. Her hair cascaded down her back, and she finished the turn to come face to face with him again. She gestured to him, and he stood up obediently.

He was a bit taller than her, but not a lot. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, and found himself gauging her reaction like she’d done his. He wasn’t skinny, but he wasn’t muscular, either. His chest hair was patchy and he didn’t really know if he wished it would grow thicker or vanish altogether. He suppressed the urge to bulge his muscles and felt the heat creeping to his ears again.

She watched him, standing impassively, not showing signs of either excitement or disgust. He unzipped his shorts hesitantly, then braced himself and pushed them down along with his briefs. His cock slung down, heavy with blood already. He was self conscious about being looked at like this, but he was proud of his cock. It wasn’t obscenely big like in porn movies, but it was straight and thick and he knew it was close to full size already. He looked at Skye looking down at his cock, then raised his arms above his head and did a slow pirouette, like she’d done.

It broke the ice, and they both burst out laughing. When he was facing her again, her wide grin was back. David smiled and stepped closer, pulling her into his arms for a kiss.

Their kiss was gentle and tentative, but she grabbed his ass with a firm grip. They pressed closer together, he marveling at her smooth, peachy skin and the feel of her hair on his arms, until the base of his cock pressed against the sex toy. She moved her hips, humping against him for a little, and broke the kiss to ask, “Do you want to take it out?”

“Hell yes,” he said and knelt in front of her. She spread her legs a little, and he traced her opening around the toy.

She giggled and shook her hips a little. “Just pull it out. It’s a bit snug but it’ll come.”

He fought to get a grip of the smooth silicone, well lubricated with her fluids. His fingers kept slipping and he didn’t quite dare to use enough force. Her scent was subtle but unmistakable, and out of pure greed to get to taste her he squeezed tighter and pulled.

The toy slid out of her, first slowly, spreading her swollen, darkened lips, and then quickly once the critical point was reached. It popped out so that he almost lost balance, and he was torn between wanting to explore the toy and dive into her pussy now that it stood bared in front of him. Her lips were fat with excitement, glistening, and she sighed when he slid his finger along the length of her cleft. Her clit was a small, purple pearl, peeking from under its hood, and he leaned closer and kissed it.

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On a hot, steamy August night in the old farmhouse, the spotlight from the peak of the barn created shadows in the bedroom. Jennifer was on all fours as she blew a bead of sweat from her nose as she looked under herself and watched her breasts sway forward and back as she rocked in rhythm. The room was quiet except for the audible breathing, moaning, and slapping sound every time Lee’s hips banged into Jennifer’s ass.

Nights like these were made for being fucked in the ass, Jennifer thought to herself.

She had climbed onto the bed where Lee was laying down naked with a box fan pointed at the bed. She sat cross-legged astride him as she caressed his cock and balls. Lee loved her touch, and always responded with a hard cock for her. She slid down between his legs, still stroking his cock when Lee felt the head of his cock slide past Jennifer’s lips. Soon she was deep throating his cock as he enjoyed watching it disappear into her sexy, wet mouth. She flashed her cobalt blue eyes as she released him, a trail of saliva stretching between the tip of his cock and her lips. Lee loved her pretty face, and thought back to the first time she rubbed his cock along her lips until he came all over her. elvankent escort How she moaned and coaxed more cum out of him and onto her cheeks and mouth. It was a picture and a memory he cherished.

“Saturday night, you know what that means, babe.” Said Jennifer.

“Oh, so you like it on a regular basis, huh?”

“Don’t you?”

They smiled at each other. Lee knew he had fucked Jennifer in the ass the past two Saturdays. He was happy it was a regular thing she liked. It was taboo and a little dirty, which made them feel naughty. There were no pregnancy scares, no holding back, no nothing.

“I’m already set,” Jennifer whispered.

“Oh really?” Lee eyed her skeptically. Jennifer rolled her thumb over the precum oozing out of Lee’s cock and circled it around the head.

“Already lubed up, ready for you.” Jennifer eyed Lee’s cock and still got amazed how large it grew when he got ultra excited. And she knew he loved fucking her ass.

Jennifer was proud that she found a self-lubing device online. It looked like a giant syringe, only blue, plastic, and specifically for inserting and injecting lube directly into the ass. No fuss, no muss.

Jennifer rotated away from Lee emek escort on all fours, spread her legs apart, and with one hand reached back to spread her ass cheek to expose her tightly closed asshole, rimmed with lubricant slowly oozing out.

Lee clamored up behind her stroking circles over her ass with his hands. He decided her wet pussy should not be wasted, so he slowly teased it with his cock, circling, pushing his cock against the outer lips of her pussy. Finally unable to resist, he guided himself deep into her. She was slick and tight, velvet around his cock. He drove in slowly, until his balls pushed up against the wetness of her pussy. He slowly withdrew until the head of his cock almost slipped out, and stroked deep inside her again, slowly. He fucked her slowly, feeling her cum as she tightened and let out a soft yelp. God he loved how wet she got. After a few minutes of fucking her pussy, he withdrew his cock and rubbed it against her ass. He slid a finger into her asshole to gently stretch and tease her.

“Tell me,” he whispered.

“Fuck me in the ass,” Jennifer responded in a breath.

With that he pressed his cock against her, her ass opening slowly to take the head of his eryaman escort cock inside her. He loved watching the length of his cock disappear into her ass, stretching it open as he went. He fucked her slowly at first, letting her get used to a cock in her ass. Then she pushed back against him to quicken the pace. His lube slicked cock slid in and out of her ass as the light from the barn illuminated them just enough to see.

Lee began to slam into her ass, he loved how her ass shook each time he drove his cock into her. High-pitched sounds escaped Jennifer’s mouth. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaahhhh! Oh! Oh!” almost in patterned repetition.

Lee finally reached his limit – “I want to cum in your ass!”

“Yes baby! Yes!”

A moment later Jennifer felt Lee’s cock in steady spasms release stream after stream of cum into her ass. She felt the building warmth, letting out a long “Ooooooh, uhnnnn…”

Lee relaxed and stroked again, slowly.

“Stay inside a moment” Jennifer instructed.

Lee obeyed, and finally the tightness of her ass pushed out his softening cock. It was beautiful, Lee thought, as his cock slowly withdrew slick with milky-white cum and lube.

As cum slowly escaped her ass, Lee caressed it into her skin, rubbing his hands from her asshole over her rounded ass cheeks and hips.

“Oh baby,” Lee sighed.

“I love how you fuck me”, Jennifer said in a whisper.

“Next week,” said Jennifer, “I want to see.”

They both knew that meant another home movie.

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***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

I wasn’t sure what I was doing there. I should’ve been in my hotel room analyzing why the deal I had put together had just fallen apart.

I’m a mediator (a very good one, I might add), which means I help individuals and companies work through their differences and come to an agreement before the courts and lawyers get involved. That didn’t happen this time.

I had flown out to Silicon Valley to finalize an agreement between two tech companies. Everything was on track until one of the CEOs got cold feet and withdrew the company’s offer. Now we were back at square one.

What did that mean? I had no idea. That’s what I should have been trying to figure out. But I needed to blow off some steam, which is what brought me to this bar a few miles from my hotel.

It wasn’t anything special, but good enough for me to sip a jack-and-coke in a corner booth. I had planned for a quiet and lonely night, a few drinks, and then I’d tackle my problem tomorrow.

Then she walked in.

Wearing a simple sleeveless black dress that stopped just above her knees and cork wedge sandals, she still managed to look exotic. I think it was her almond-shaped large brown eyes, long dark eyelashes, and high prominent cheekbones. Her small mouth looked like it was constantly puckering for a kiss. Her skin was tan and her dark brown hair was tinged with a subtle purple. Adding to her allure were the piercings in her left eyebrow and tiny nose. There was a long flowery tattoo that ran up her thigh to disappear beneath her dress, and another that ran across the length of her left arm. Her calves were shapely and her thighs thick, her ass pushed up by her wedges.

She sat by herself at the bar and pulled out her phone. I watched her scan and scroll for a few moments, then she frowned, apparently annoyed at something. “Fuck…” I heard her whisper under her breath. She set the phone down in front of her, looked straight ahead, and sighed heavily.

I felt bad for her even though I had no idea what just happened. I had toyed around with the idea of approaching her before, but now she was likely in a bad mood and it probably wasn’t the time. Then again, I reasoned, she might need the pick-me-up.

I went back and forth until I decided that since I was planning on leaving soon anyway I might as well say “hi” on the way out. If she wasn’t interested, no harm done.

I stood from my seat in the booth and walked to the bar to stand next to her. I set my drink down, leaned my elbows on the bar, and turned my head to her.

“Excuse me,” I said, getting her attention. She still looked annoyed as she glanced at me. Nothing to do but follow through, though. “I’m too exhausted to be trying something like this and I’ll probably screw it up. But you are absolutely gorgeous and I’d like to sit here and buy you a drink if you’d let me.”

She sighed again and glanced down at her phone. “I guess so.” An ominous start, to be sure.

I pulled out the barstool and sat. I got the bartender’s attention and she ordered her drink. As we waited, I said, “I don’t want to come across as creepy or anything, but it looked like you just got some disappointing news.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “You could say that. I just got stood up.”

Who in their right minds would stand this beauty up? “I’m sorry,” I said, somewhat sincerely.

“It’s ok,” she answered. “It was just a tinder match.”

“Well, whoever it was is an idiot for passing up a chance to meet you.” Not my most original line, but what the hell. I was tired.

“Thanks,” she answered. “I’m Zatianna.”

“Mark,” I answered, holding out my hand to shake hers. Just then the bartender brought her martini.

“What brings you here?” she asked as she took a sip. “Picking up chicks?”

I chuckled. “No, I’m avoiding my inevitable return to the work grind. I got some bad news today too.”

“What’s that?” she asked. “What do you do?”

I explained what I did, as briefly as I could knowing my job wasn’t all that exciting, and told her about the deal that had just fallen through.

“That sucks,” she responded when I finished. “But at least it’s not over, right? You can still work out another deal.”

“Maybe,” I said. “Time will tell. What do you do?”

“I’ve done some modeling and some odd jobs. Now, I’m working my way through college.”

We chatted about those topics for a while. As we talked she started to open up, eventually sharing details about her upbringing.

“I grew up in a very conservative family,” she explained, “And I always felt so…confined. Like, I just wanted to explore and live and experience everything I could.”

I nodded. I could relate.

“So, when I left home,” she continued, “I became…a little bit of a cumslut.”

This caught me by surprise. I knew she had relaxed quite a bit since we started talking, but I didn’t expect her to be so forward. Not that I minded.

“And how is that working out for you?” I asked.

“I büyükesat escort love it!” she exclaimed. “I feel so alive and…free. I can be who I really am now.”

“In that case, I’m really happy for you!” I said, really meaning it.

“Thanks. I’ve learned something about myself. I’m half white, half Asian,” she explained. Then she leaned in and said with a wink, “But I’m one hundred percent kinky.”

I smiled and took a sip of what was left of my drink, processing what she was telling me.

“What about you?” she asked.

“Me? Oh, well…I love being with women as much as the next guy, but most of my encounters have been pretty…vanilla.”

She snickered, “Sounds like you need to branch out a bit.”

I smirked. “I agree with you. But it takes two, ya know?”

She paused for a moment, apparently thinking something over. Finally, her lips curved and her eyes narrowed. She leaned toward me and laid a hand on my forearm.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said just above a whisper. “I’m pretty good at reading people, and you seem like a good guy. Why don’t you put work off a little longer, come with me, and we’ll see what we can do about that?”

I strained to keep my mouth from dropping open. Yeah, fuck work. No way was I turning her down.

I narrowed my eyes to match her expression, leaned in, and whispered, “Lead the way.”

***

I paid for our drinks and called for an Uber. Her apartment was only about a ten-minute drive away, but our hands wouldn’t wait that long. Our driver was apparently oblivious to what was going on in the back seat. Zatianna started running her hand over my groin, making my cock instantly hard against the suit pants I wore. My fingers caressed her thigh and, ever so slowly, journeyed up her leg to tease her pussy through her panties.

We enjoyed each other’s touch for the entire drive, neither of us saying a word. By the time we reached Zatianna’s apartment, her panties were damp at the front and my pre-cum soaked the waistband of my underwear.

She lived on the first floor. When she unlocked it and we stepped in, she wasted no time. Sauntering over to the couch in her small living room, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head as she walked. She flung it away and I stood there, mesmerized by the bounce and jiggle of her plump asscheeks as she walked in her wedges. She spun around, sat down on the couch, and patted the seat next to her.

I shook myself out of my daze and, trying not to run, took the seat next to her. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a burgundy thong that hugged her pussy mound. Her hips creased as she sat, and my mouth watered at her feminine thickness. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were perky and perfectly shaped. Her dark nipples demanded attention. A large flowery tattoo like the ones on her arm and leg stretched across her torso underneath her breasts, accenting them perfectly.

When I sat on the couch she stood and then straddled me, placing her knees on either side of my legs. She grabbed my face with a hand, leaned in, and our lips locked in a passionate kiss. My hands went instantly to her juicy asscheeks, which jiggled as she started to grind her crotch into the bulge pushing up through my pants.

She leaned back and unbuttoned my shirt, helping me to pull it off. She ran her fingers along my arms and chest and smiled. “I like it,” she approved.

I cupped my hand around her breasts and squeezed as my fingers pinched her nipples. “Me too,” I agreed.

She leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna suck your cock now.”

A thrill shot through me as she dismounted me and kneeled on the carpet. I unbuckled my belt and lifted my hips to pull my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My erection sprang up and stood ready for her.

She knew what she was doing. After taking my cock in her hand and licking around the head, she wrapped her lips around my shaft and made a point of slurping loudly as her head bobbed up and down. All the while she looked up at me, eyes pleading for affirmation. I ran my fingers through her hair approvingly.

After a few minutes of this, she suctioned one last time and, with a “pop,” pulled her lips from my cock. Still stroking me with one hand, she said, “I have an idea.”

“Anything you want,” I promised.

She ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft, and then said, “I want you to use me.”

“Oh?” I responded, wondering what that meant.

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to go into the bedroom and put on a blindfold. I want you to come in and do whatever you want with me.”

“You’re sure?” I said hesitantly. I was a passionate lover but inexperienced in the kinkier side of bedroom antics.

“I am,” she confirmed. “I want to try something new. And you need to open up more.” Her expression became serious as she said, “I’m trusting you to stop if I tell you to.”

“I promise I will.” Then the thought hit me and I could’ve kicked myself. “Um…I çankaya escort forgot to grab a condom.”

Zatianna didn’t miss a beat. Maintaining the serious look on her face, she cocked her head to the side and said, “Well, then you’ll just have to cum in one of my other holes.”

She smiled again, licked my cock one more time, and stood up. “Give me thirty seconds.”

I nodded and watched her ass wiggle and jiggle as she quickly walked back to her bedroom, leaving the door open a crack behind her. I took the opportunity to shed the rest of my clothes, counted to thirty, and followed her in.

I entered to find her sitting on the edge of her bed blindfolded and wearing nothing else except the burgundy thong, the waistband of which disappeared into the thick cleavage her hips made as she sat. Her hands were folded in her lap and her mouth hung slightly open and she inhaled and exhaled deeply. Appreciating that this was new territory for both of us, I determined to take it slow at first. But I remained committed to the promise I made: to use her as I pleased.

I walked over and stood in front of her, taking time to admire her pouty lips, her perky tits, and her juicy thighs. I reached a hand down to caress one of her tits, kneading her flesh and pinching her firm nipple. With my other, I grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and, slowly but firmly, pulled back until her face tilted up toward me. “Uhhh…” she breathed.

I leaned down and ran the tip of my tongue over her lips. Her mouth opened a little wider. Accepting the invitation, I pushed my tongue inside and sucked on her upper lip. She responded in kind, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. We both embraced the sloppy wetness, passing saliva back and forth as our tongues danced around each other, exploring every corner.

Still holding her hair, I pulled away. “Stand up,” I commanded. Guiding her by her hair, I pulled her up from the bed and let go. I kneeled in front of her and ran my fingers up the front of her thighs until they reached the waistband of her underwear. I leaned in to lick her pierced belly button, the cold metal contrasting with the warmth of her navel. Then, with both hands, I pulled her thong down her legs and dropped them to the floor.

She had a beautiful pussy. Her outer lips were thick and hairless. Between them the two tiny wings of her labia spread out, revealing the glistening wetness of her arousal. Her clit poked against her protective hood above, and above that was a nicely trimmed patch of black pubic hair.

Holding onto her hips, I leaned in to put my nose right next to her pussy and inhaled deeply. The pungent sweetness of her natural lube made my cock twitch. Still holding her hips, I pushed her back until she fell back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

I put my hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart. Her pussy lips stuck together for a moment, finally coming apart as her legs spread. I shuffled forward on my knees and, putting a hand on her chest, pushed her back until she fell back onto her elbows.

I ran my fingers up and down her inner thighs, pleased to see that her breathing sped up just a little. Then I leaned in close to her pussy lips and lightly blew on them. She shivered.

I was ready to taste her now. Slightly spreading her lips apart with my fingers, I ran my tongue from bottom to top through her labia, the tang of her wetness exciting my senses. At the top, I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

I repeated this a few times, then I used my thumb to pull back on the skin above her clit, letting it peek out from beneath its hood. I ran my tongue around it, then suctioned my lips around it as my tongue flicked across it. This made her legs tighten around me as she moaned, but I held them back with my elbows as I showered her button with affection.

Deciding to change things up a bit, I hooked my arms underneath her knees and brought them up to rest on my shoulders. This tilted her pelvis toward the ceiling, giving me access to her hole. As I rubbed the thumb of one hand along and around her clit and massaged her breast and nipple with the other, I pushed the tip of my tongue into her. At first, she tensed, blocking my advance, but with a deep exhale she relaxed and I burrowed inside her until my mouth pressed against her mound.

Her pussy tensed and relaxed around my tongue as my rubbing of her clit sped up. “Mmmm….mmmm!” she sounded with each exhale. Her thighs squeezed my head and, without any warning, I felt a warm blast of her wetness splash against my tongue. Her pussy convulsed and she groaned, “Fuuuuuuuck…”

I didn’t let up. Her hips bucked, but I held her in place, determined to get the most out of her orgasm. Even when her pussy juices filled my mouth and dribbled down my chin I kept going. I couldn’t get enough of her taste. Her writhing and squeezing around my head were the stuff of my fantasies.

As the twitching of her pussy slowed, so did I. I pulled cebeci escort my tongue from her and gave her lips one last lick. Then I ordered, “Lay face down.” I stood up and helped guide her into position, face down lengthwise on her bed.

Once she was there, breathing heavily and enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm, I went to her closet. I managed to find four belts, which I thought would do the trick.

Bringing the belts back to the bed where Zatianna lay spread eagle on her front, I wrapped a belt around each of her wrists and ankles. Then, since her bed didn’t have a head or footboard, I tied the ends to the frame. I picked up the bottle of Astroglide she had sitting on her nightstand. Then I stood at the foot of the bed to admire her.

The way the mattress pushed up against her thighs and hips made them look even thicker. Her tied legs were spread, giving me a perfect view of her pussy, and her slightly-dimpled bubble butt stuck out into the air inviting me to do as I wished.

Her feet laying soles up, I ran my fingers along the bottoms of each. She shivered. I was sure it tickled. That was the point. I kneeled at the foot of the bed and bathed the bottoms of her curled toes with my tongue. She wiggled them, and as she did I caught them with my mouth one by one to suck on them.

I stood and climbed onto the bed, laying the lube down next to her. I squeezed and kissed her thighs, nibbled and licked the insides, and worked my way up like this to the crease of her ass. I opened my mouth wide and sucked on the flesh of her underbun as I squeezed the thick meat of her hips.

Having arrived at my destination, I sat up on my knees between her legs and squeezed her thick asscheeks. She cooed as I massaged her dimpled flesh, then yelped as I smacked her ass. A little harder than I had intended, but she didn’t tell me to stop.

I picked up the bottle of lube and was about to dump a glob in the crack of her ass when I had an idea. Closing and dropping the bottle back on the bed, I climbed off and sprinted to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and scanned the shelves on the door. “Yes!” I whispered to myself as I grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup I found there.

I sprinted back to the bedroom and returned to my place between Zatianna’s legs. She exhaled heavily and said, “I thought you were running out on me for a second.”

“Are you kidding?” I responded. “I’m just getting started.”

I opened the bottle of syrup. With one hand I pulled her cheeks apart and with the other I let a thick stream drizzle up and down the center of her crack. She inhaled sharply and flinched. “That’s cold…” she said.

“I’ll warm you up,” I promised. Closing the syrup bottle and laying it aside, I gripped each buttcheek and leaned in. Starting at her pussy, I licked my way up the center of her crack, running my tongue along the stream of chocolate and sucking it, along with her flesh, into my mouth. It was sticky and took a long time to clean up, but that’s exactly what I wanted.

When her crack was clean, I turned my attention to her asshole, where the syrup was still buried in the tiny wrinkles. I licked and sucked every bit out of her rubbery rim, then wiggled my tongue in the center. With a contented “oooooh,” she relaxed her sphincter to receive my ministrations.

Within a few moments, she was raising her hips into my face, at least as much as she could still being tied up, which let me know it was time for the next step. I turned around and released her ankles from their bonds, then turned again and whispered firmly, “On your knees.”

Her arms were still stretched out to her sides, unable to move with her wrists still belted to the bed. From between her legs, I reached an arm under her waist to help her up to a kneeling position. Her ass stuck up into the air and her face and chest smashed into the mattress. I squeezed her ass, then ran two fingers along her pussy’s inner lips. Still wet. Good.

I took the lube and dropped a large glob into her asscrack, still sticky and glistening with my saliva. I took two fingers and gently massaged the lube around the rim of her anus. Then with one finger I gently pressed on the center.

Despite my recent tongue bath, it was still resistant. But Zatianna again exhaled and gradually relaxed, her asshole giving way to my finger. When it entered up to the first knuckle she inhaled sharply through her teeth. I let my finger stay right there so she could adjust to it, then slowly pressed again, this time up to the second knuckle.

Now I slowly rocked my finger in and out. Before long I was inside her up to my third knuckle. Her hips started moving in time with my finger as she showed me she was warming up.

Deciding now was the time, I removed my finger and applied a generous amount of lube to my fully erect shaft. I settled the head against her asshole and pressed, softly at first then with greater force. Her sphincter opened and wrapped around the head of my cock more easily than I was expecting. “Fuuuuuck,” came Zatianna’s muffled voice from the mattress below.

I eased my way into her, stopping a couple of times for her to adjust. When my pelvis met her ass I started thrusting, slowly and deliberately. Every time my hips met her bubble butt she yelped, “Uh!… Uh!”

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The door was a minor work of art in itself; with three nearly opaque large glass panels, irregularly cut, in yellow, blue and red set into the door. I looked down the hall. All the doors in the block had a different arrangement of glass. In front of me, on the door frame, there was a much painted over brass doorbell, thick with matt black paint. Which my hand somehow did and didn’t want to push.

It was a bitter January, and I was in front of Imogen’s black front door, in the sharp-lined modernist block she was ridiculously proud of having secured a flat in. To each side stretched a whitewashed wall of 1960’s concrete, rough and boxy, open to the elements at each end. London’s little piece of the Bauhaus, they called it. God knows what it cost to rent.

I could hear the thrum of a party in motion; voices noisy with booze, the clang of glasses. In my hand was a bottle of average champagne, not quite cold enough, purchased minutes ago from the corner shop across the street. Moet the results were worth the extra effort, but I’d had to haul myself from Richmond to Hampstead. The party invite that had once seemed like a great idea — for God’s sake, you need to get out of the house and meet people again — now just seemed like an imposition, when I wanted to go home and flop in front of the TV, instead of meeting a bunch of brand new, drunk people with memories that wouldn’t last until breakfast.

But Imogen had texted and texted and insisted and insisted. You must, darling. Please. I need you there. You are important to me too. Don’t worry, Emma’s not coming. On and on, making it clear it wasn’t just some equal-opportunities obligation.

When me and Emma ruined each other’s Christmasses by breaking up (and a few other people’s too, in a drunken mess of infidelity), Imogen didn’t take long to get in touch. She’d previously described Emma as her best friend, although I’d never heard Emma say that about her. I suspected she might have stuck her oar in in various ways over the last few miserable months, and essentially, I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. But she could throw a party, I knew that. The excuse this time was her amazing new job. At least she had an excuse this time. She usually didn’t need one. I’d attended all the previous ones with Emma. Solo, I suddenly felt exposed again.

It was cold enough that just standing there any longer would see me freeze to death. The party noise continued. With a sense of weariness and inevitably, I hovered my hand above the bell, paused, drew it back purposefully, and stabbed at it with my middle finger.

An old fashioned electrical tinkling sounded. A second’s pause. A muffled “IMMY! DOOR!”. I stood there, breath misting.

The latch clicked, the door opened an inch or two, then was violently flung open. Imogen stood there, her left hand in the air with her wrist cocked downwards, like a showgirl, a glass of champagne almost spilling, her legs crossed, her toes pointed towards me. A performance. She blinked and stared at me, grinning like a cat, in the most ridiculous dress I had ever seen; woollen and electric blue. It barely covered her bum. Her legs dominated the door. It was hard to take it all in. Her fascinator that looked like several birds had died to create. The effect hit home. Complete knockout. She’d worked on this moment, for me, for every guest. It was what she did. She breathed in, and purposefully out, with a snort, locking her eyes on me. Then opened her mouth, licked her lips, and bellowed ‘JACK!’ so loud it almost blew me backwards.

At least I was welcome. “COME IN!”. And out of the cold. A squeeze and a spectacularly overfamiliar kiss. Dragging me through the throng that packed most of the one-and-a-half bedroom palace, a bunch of overdressed friends and hangers on, glittery clothes and faces, glasses raised and loud. Suddenly I was in the kitchen. “THIS IS JACK, EVERYBODY! HE TAKES PICTURES!’. A wave of introductions, as I dropped the heavy bag behind me. ‘What do you photograph, Jack?’. Imogen with her thin arm around my waist, Louboutin heels click clacking on the 1950s tiling, smelling of something fancy. Damn, I should have at least brought a change of shoes.

In amongst the posh, dressy publishing and fashion set that Imogen liked to call her friends; even if they might not give her what she needed as friends, the dread ebbed away as I started talking about my work — something I like doing, and everyone can think of an interesting question. Yes, a shoot in Richmond. For the Gentlewoman magazine. No, I don’t get to do that. Have I met? No. Sure, tell me about them. I can do this kind of chat on about 60% or less. Relax, and breathe, and sip this glass, and don’t feel alone.

Whatever the flat had cost her, it looked extraordinary, set-dressed and gleaming, showing off her modest collection of mid-century modern bits and pieces, 60s books and so on. It was well-chosen and and almost overbearingly tasteful. Like it was filling in for something ankara rus escort else. The top mezzanine came complete with an only mildly dirty white shag pile carpet, like the owner of the place had deliberately reacted against the minimalism.

Luckily there were two people I remembered from Emma days, and the chat flowed and the tension I had felt started to melt away a little. I could do this. With the booze and coke still flowing, it wasn’t long before Imogen wobbled on a chair in front of the immense oval picture window that looked out onto the Heath and waved her arms for everyone to shut the hell up. They did, after the briefest of ovations. She was tall and ever so narrow, and squeezed into a the blue wool dress she looked like she had starved herself to make sure she fit into, to be ready, to be here. “Friends! Friends!. All, of you, just give me… a minute.” The sound of someone hoofing a line off a shelf at the back brought some teals of knowing, braying laughter.

“I have gathered you here… what the fuck am I saying? Thank you all for coming! [A slightly muted cheer]. You are all so, so special to me. All of you. Tonight is to celebrate me. Yes, me.” Another muted cheer, and a nervous bray. “This is about celebrating getting everything right, and perfect, and positive, and brilliant. Thanks for coming to my brilliant, brilliant flat, and looking at all my lovely things. Death to the past!” The last delivered to the middle distance, in that Rodean accent, like they were putting on Macbeth. A bigger cheer went up.

There was more in this self-regarding vein. Imogen had been through her own agonising break up around a year ago. I knew far more about it than I’d ever want to know. I disliked her vanity, even as I felt attracted to it. Most people here thought she had some powerful job in publishing, a player on the incestuous London scene staffed by dozens of Jacintas and Pollys and Amelias. I knew that she brought home less than most teachers and her parents were probably paying the rent on this place.

But I certainly wasn’t going to deny her her moment. She looked astonishing, even if the dress was probably borrowed and the flat would never be hers. Just the right side of 30, she’d put some serious effort in. Her legs looked like they had been chiselled down with the kind of tools a sculptor might use on mahogany, her hair was just right — even if that Gucci Alice band she’d now replaced the fascinator with was a bit OTT. If it had all brought her to this point, with drunken folk chanting her name, and lifting her off her (fake) Noguchi table, then why not. We’ll all be dead, someday.

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A few hours later. God knows when. There’s five of us left. Imogen and her best friend Carrie sitting on the Chesterfield, roaring with laughter at each other, me and a random couple on the sofa, in front of the last bottle of champagne. The place was otherwise a shambles of glasses and party junk, cigarette butts and party poppers and someone’s forgotten shoes. The conversation had hit that weird elevated level where we might have been talking about something important, we might not, but whatever — no-one would remember a damn thing in the morning.

Carrie was kind of a sidekick cum assistant. The junior partner in this friendship for sure. I think she might have been late-twenties, but I wasn’t sure.

All night, Imogen had come back to me, over and over again, grabbing my arse, with sly rubs up and down the front of my trousers. A wink, then off again into the throng. It wasn’t the first time she had done it, but it was the first time she was doing it when single. I’d gone from bemused, to flattered, to horny, to weary, and back again in the space of a few hours. I mean, why? But also, why not.

I went for a piss, as I came back in, the random couple had their coats on and Imogen was busy with goodbyes. Now what? I sat back on the sofa. Carrie bounces in beside me, and wastes no time. “She really fancies you, you know. Imogen. She always has.” She curls up, knees facing me, and slugs at her champagne. Blonde, and posh. Like something from a mid-century novel. Short woollen A-line skirt — which was kind of hot. History of art at Magdalene. Jazz music tinkling in the background. The David Hockney print on the wall. Not the world I grew up in.

“Yeah, I know. It’s getting a bit late. Feel I’ve been… here before?”

“She’s never stopped talking about you for days, you know. “‘I’m going to get Jack here. Make sure he stays, afterwards. Do whatever you need to.'” She bit her bottom lip. I felt like I’d walked into some trap, but the ego was fed. My cock started to swell.

“What would you have done to keep me here?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She looked down and started to circle her finger around the edge of the champagne flute. A lick of the lips. “Whatever I needed to. This is her night. I’m here for her.” She tilted her head and grinned a slightly vacant ankara türbanlı escort grin. Carrie, you’re dedicated, I’ll give you that.

“Yes it is.” Imogen walked back into the room, one foot carefully in front of the other. “It’s all about me. All of it.” In the heels, she suddenly looked taller than anyone or anything. A sudden vertical. She walked over to the sofa, sat down next to me, grabbed my arm, and hoisted it around her slim shoulders.

“Come on, get your arm round Caz too.” So there I was, with both arms around the two youngest, slimmest, hottest, poshest girls I’d ever had… arms on, anyway. I instinctively pulled them a bit closer. Imogen’s legs stretched out forever in front of mine, her Louboutin tapping on my Chelsea boot. “Perfect!” shouted Imogen.

“Why me?” I said, out loud — surprising myself.

Imogen winked, like she’d been expecting the question. “Well, Jack.” She burst out laughing. “Jack.” Carrie murmured something. “It’s perfect! It’s all perfect.” said Imogen. “Everyone came. Well, everyone I cared about, anyway. And it was perfect. The dress was perfect! My hair was perfect! That’s what matters.” Carrie giggled, drunkenly. “The flat is perfect, my job is perfect. The only thing is, I don’t have a boyfriend anymore. I don’t know if I even fucking want one, actually. But you, right… I’ve heard..”

“Heard what?”

“You know Emma talked about you a lot, right?” Oh yeah. I knew. Couldn’t keep her mouth shut if she tried. Suddenly, Imogen’s hand snaked across from my left, and came to rest on my crotch. “She never shut up about your dick, you know. It was one of her favourite topics of conversation.”

“Oh, I bet it was.” And all sorts of other embarrassing crap, no doubt.

“She was very complimentary, you know. Said it was perfect. Perfect! The perfect size, the perfect weight.” She gave me a gentle squeeze. “Oooh, yes. I’m hoping she was right.”

Carrie started to stroke my thigh. “I want everything perfect, Jack. The best friends, the best wine, the best job, and the best cock to finish the night.” said Imogen.

“That’s being rather assuming of you.”

“I’ve heard sooo much about it, Jack. Jeez, sometimes when Emma went on I thought I knew more about your cock than my own boyfriend’s. I was really hoping she was going to show me a picture, but no.”

Yeah, that sounds like my ex.

“Oh come on. I’m seen the way you’ve looked at me. For years. ” Carrie squeezed my bum. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about fucking me.”

“Probably every man here tonight has thought about fucking you. Well, maybe apart from the gay ones.”

Imogen grabbed a glass and took a swig, and locked her eyes back on me. “I mean, you’re not getting out of this flat tonight before you’ve at least… ” she looked over at Carrie – “…shown it to us.”

With an invitation like that? Well I suppose I’ll have to. I stood up, kicked my shoes off and turned to face the pair of them; painfully slim, drunk and horny.

I unbuckled my jeans and slipped them off. Imogen licked her lips. I shrugged. With one motion, I took my underwear off. It’s good to have a bit of a flourish, right?

“Oh, my.” said Imogen. My cock stuck out at half-mast. It suddenly looked so rude, so prominent in the room. I knew it was bigger than most, but it suddenly looked like something ridiculous had loomed into view, like a yacht.

“Carrie, would you do the honours?” Carrie dropped to her knees in front of me, and looked up, beaming. “Ummm, would you mind terribly if I put it in my mouth?” she said, in the sort of cut-glass accent that made it twitch just a little higher. Rodean as well? Probably.

“That’s the biggest one she’s ever seen, Jack.” said Imogen. “Hey! You don’t know!” Carrie stretched out a tiny hand with lilac nails and delicately touched my shaft. Imogen purred: “It’s in the Goldilocks zone. Big but not ridiculous. Just right. Perfect. It’s all perfect.”

Carrie raised herself off her knees and gently took me into her mouth. The familiar soft, warm feeling, made just a little more erotic by the fact she didn’t seem too experienced. Was mine the first cock she’d ever sucked? Surely not. But she was doing a good impression if it wasn’t.

“Let’s see if we can get him rock hard. You’re a bum man, aren’t you? Yes, you are. I know you are. I know all kinds of shit about you. ” Imogen turned around and leaned over the sofa, pulling the blue wool dress up as she did so. “Go on. Take a good look at my arse. Not for the first time, I’ll bet.” Imogen’s taut little bum was clad in soft light blue, lacy panties. “Agent Provocateur. I’ve been saving them for today. They are perfect for the dress. And perfect for my arse.” She wiggled a little.

I was at full attention now, with Carrie’s blue eyes looking up at me and the filthy sight of her shade of lipstick on my eight inch shaft, and Imogen’s hot little arse waving back and forth on the sofa. She bahçelievler escort started to bounced up and down, looking round at me as she did so. “Can you see my calves, Jack?” They looked firm and long, like the rest of her legs. “I’ve been doing them with the best trainer in Hampstead. He worked me like a dog in that bloody gym to get them as tight as this. I had to suck him off in the sauna a few times, but it was worth it.”

It was indeed a body to die for. “Don’t suck him too hard, Carrie. I want him to save a bit for me. Maybe you’ll get the honours with the contents of his balls. Perfect cock, so I’m sure he’ll have enough spunk for both of us.”

It was time for me to speak. I was feeling a little like a piece of meat; not too unpleasant, a sensation, but I wasn’t going to let Imogen take charge all night. “I’m not standing here like a water fountain. Get in the bedroom, both of you.”

All three of us, the girls giggling a little, quickly made for Imogen’s bedroom. Cream painted, expensive sheets, warm bedside lighting. The colour of money. I got my socks and shirt off and flopped back onto her pillows, my cock sticking out obscenely.

“Carrie, over here. Take your skirt off.” Carrie squealed and didn’t hesitate to remove her skirt, revealing sheer-ish tights over a tiny pair of black panties. “Lay here and stroke my cock. Immy… stand up there and take that expensive dress off.”

“Look at you, all taking charge.” But Imogen locked eyes again with me as she reached over her shoulder and unzipped the wool dress, slowly. Like she’d practiced it. “The perfect dress. I’ve had my eye on if for a fucking YEAR. They all loved it, didn’t they. I just fitted it, too. I haven’t eaten anything for two weeks, but I fit. In. The. Fucking. Dress.”

It came off to reveal a matching bra, in two colours; expensive looking, that pushed her small boobs up high. She ran her hands down her body, caressing her stomach, which was flat and so taut, she almost had the hint of a six pack. Ripped to shreds and looking like a lingerie model. It was an incredible sight. “Where did you get that body?” ‘Worked it, dear. Worked it hard.” Carrie was ever so gently wanking my shaft up and down. It wouldn’t take me long at this rate.

Imogen put her hand on her head, so her boobs looked even better. “I mean, you know you’re not getting out of here without sticking that thing in my twat, right?” She got on the end of her own bed on her knees, and this time slipped a hand inside the expensive underwear.

“Correct. I will be sticking this thing in your twat very shortly.”

“This is the perfect night, I wore the perfect dress, and now I am going to finish with the perfect cock inside my perfect little cunny hole. Yes! Yes I am. She spread her arms out like a conjuror.

Carrie, perkily, spoke up while looking at me. “You should do her bumhole, too!” A giggle.

Imogen licked her lips, but said: “No, Carrie. There is no way in hell he’s going to put that thing up there. Not sure it would even fit. Anyway, I don’t allow boys to fuck my bum. They all want to, but they’re not allowed. You’ve got to keep some things to yourself. I mean, I have a few things in that drawer there that have been up my bumhole, but not.. that.” She glanced at my cock, being enthusiastically pumped by Carrie, who then started chanting: “Do her bum! Do her bum!” before collapsing into a brief fit of drunken giggles.”

“She’s right, you know.” I said, looking at Imogen’s taut, fit body. “I’m a two hole man. If you start in the cunt, you must finish in the arsehole. A wise man once said that.” That wise man being me, just a second ago.

“No way, Jose.” But there was something in the way she said it that now sounded unsure.

“Take that bra off and let me watch you stroke your nipples for a minute,” I said, assertively. Imogen nodded, and without taking her eyes off me, reached behind her and removed her bra, then eagerly pawed at her tits, pinching one nipple and grunting a little. I was enjoying the show so much, and didn’t need to ask her to get her panties off.

“Carrie! Watch and learn.” Imogen clambered on top of me, legs astride my chest, her pussy almost in my face; pink and trim, shaved almost clean, glistening, her powerful legs stretched obscenely wide. The scent of her delicious twat, with a hint of Sana Jardin. “There you go. I know you’ve wanted to see this for a long time, Jack, you dirty dirty bastard. I know how many times you must have wanked over me. Did you think about finishing in my twat, or in my arse? Or on my face. Most boys, it’s just on the face. But I’d actually like it up my twat today.”

“Carrie, put his cock inside me.” What an assistant. As Imogen clambered onto me, Carrie manoeuvred the shaft at her entrance. I could feel the tip of my cock nudging at her moist pink pussy. “Now you’re gonna get my legs! Feel the control!” Imogen sank herself ever so slowly onto me, and I felt my length gradually fill her up, as her mouth started to form an ‘O’. She breathed in hard, before using all that thigh strength to ride my cock, slowly squeezing up and down, looking at me. “Ohhh, yes, THAT’s it. Every inch of it in my cunt. Look at me, you bastard. Look at me. Look at my body. It’s quite special, isn’t it? I worked for it. Every inch.”

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I’m sitting here looking at my favorite picture of you. You’re sitting in a pink plastic deck chair in a black dress, legs crossed, sunglasses on, your golden hair perfectly just a little windswept, and a wry little smile that says ‘I know what you’re thinking’. I’ll admit, we were a mess as a couple. We were both a couple of years divorced and you were ready for a serious commitment while I was not. We’d go along great for a couple of weeks and then it would implode, we’d break up for days, weeks, even months at a time and then end up back together. The one constant though was the sex; it was mind blowing. We both brought out the best in each other. You have that athletic body; just barely in your 50’s but you still workout daily and play soccer in a very competitive league. A 53 year old woman with a hard body any 23 year old woman would love to have. And to that your beautiful, golden blonde hair and pretty face and man, no one looked better on my arm.

But the sex. It was phenomenal, and your love for sending me pics of you naked, or almost, with the delicious parts just covered enough that you can almost see them…all these years later, they still have the same effect. I want you right now as much as I ever did.

I flip from this picture to the one you sent me not long ago, on that cold winter night when your husband was out of town, and you thinking of me and the time we spent together. I’ve reached out so many times before and you, rightly so, rebuffed me; we’ve both moved on and are now in new relationships, no need to torture ourselves over something that can’t ever be again. But that night you showed that you still thought of me as well, and while we didn’t work well as a couple, there was definitely an innate passion between us that is hard to deny, and for one night at least, you succumbed to the memory of it.

Looking now at that picture of you, full frontal to the camera, your hair partially hiding your face and that same, mischievous smile. You’re wearing sheer black panties, your arm slung across your breasts, teasingly hiding them from me, your right knee slightly bent over your left, striking a pose more sexy and more natural than Angelina could ever pull off.

I imagine me being in that room with you, Sitting in a chair while you slowly remove that little black dress, deftly keeping your arms blocking your breasts until your final pose, and then you look at me as if to say, “your move”.

My cool, calm demeanor betraying the riotous frenzy happening inside me right now.

I try to remain calm and cool all the while wanting to immediately just jump on you, rip your balgat escort underwear off and ravage you. But I’m not a teenager anymore, far from it, so I slowly start walking towards you, place my right hand behind you on the small of your back and gently pull you close. Your arms falls to your side and reach out as you put your hands on my hips and we kiss, a long slow kiss, my left hand moving up behind your head, my fingers in your hair. My heart beating heavily in my chest against yours betraying my calm outward demeanor. Our tongues explore each other mouths as our lips move together. My mouth slowly moves down to kiss your neck as you tilt your head back. Your neck tastes so sweet, with just a hint of sweat from the heat of the day outside, not to mention the building heat in the room. I hear your breath get heavier as your hands rub up and down my back.

My lips make their way back to yours as my hands move up and cup your face. Your hands wrap around me and pull me close, feeling my excitement against you. Without our lips losing contact we lay down on the bed and in one quick move, before I can make mine, you roll over on top of me and slowly, and tortuously, move your lips from mine and start licking your way down my chest. Your tongue starts to tease my left nipple before you gently suck on it before continuing to move down. You get to my underwear and start moving your mouth over my cock through the underwear. I don’t know why this arouses me so, but it does, and you can’t help but notice.

You sit up a bit as your hands pull off my underwear, my cock springing to life as if it had just been freed from bondage. The whole while your eyes are locked on mine, the sensuous smile replaced with a look of determination. My underwear now on the floor somewhere, you put your head back down and start to lick along the side of my balls, your right hand firmly grasping my rock hard cock. Your tongue flicks my balls as you move to the other side and lick along there before taking my balls in your mouth and sucking on them, your hand slowly stroking my cock.

You move your head back up to look me in the eyes, your left hand still stroking my cock, you put your right index finger in your mouth and close your eyes as you suck on it while slowly pulling it out of your mouth and let it linger on your lip for a moment as you open your eyes and look at me with that mischievous grin once again.

You suddenly open your mouth and swallow my cock while you shove your wet finger violently up my ass. I gasp, arch my back and clench my asshole, but my reflexes are too slow, and instead batıkent escort of keeping your finger out, it draws it in further. You start to suck my cock like your drinking a thick milkshake, all the while moving your finger in and out of me. I’m a 58 year old man with pretty good stamina, however in this moment you have me acting like this is my first time and I explode in your mouth, convulsing as I try and push my cock deeper into your mouth, but you are good at this; not one gag, not one drop escapes your mouth. My body goes limp in the bed, you pull your finger out and slide up on up next to me, purring like a kitten.

“Wow”, you say, “is your sex life that bad? I’ve never seen you get off that quickly”.

“No, just never as good as it was with you.”

We lay there for a while as my breathing finally slows to a normal pace as well as my heart beat and you, as patient as ever, lying next to me on your side, your left leg over me, slowly and gently rubbing your pussy against my leg as if to keep it warm until I’m ready.

I roll over on top of you, and push my lips hard against yours as our tongues wrap around each other until I get hold of your and suck on it like it like you did my cock until I release it and move down your chest. My tongue dances over you nipple before gently biting it, remembering you like it rough I gently squeeze each nipple with hands and twist as my mouth moves down over your stomach, you moan as I squeeze your nipples and then flinch as my tongue moves over your belly.

As I near your panties my tongue starts to slide along the inside of the waistband, causing you to tense up at the almost unbearable pleasure. My mouth moves down over the sheer, black fabric of your underwear until I reach your thigh and again run my tongue under the edge of them. Your body jerks away a bit when I first do it, and you beg me to take off the panties because the sensation is too intense.

I lift my head to look you in the yes, trying hard to give you that same mischievous grin you gave me, however I doubt I am successful and turn my attention back to you as I slide off your underwear and bury my head between those soft, white, delicious thighs. I lick and suck along your thighs, coming tantalizingly close to your pussy, brushing against it and then moving back to your thigh until you squeeze your thighs around my head so that I can barely move as you press your pussy against my face. I start to lick around your lips and clit, gently sucking each playfully as you relax your legs.

After a few moments I tell you to stand up and face the bed and beşevler escort bend over. In that short moment of you standing with your back to me, but before you bend over I admire your perfect, round, inviting ass. The sexiest ass I’ve ever seen and my cock becomes rock hard again at the sight.

I move in and bury my face in your pussy and start licking your clit, flicking it gently with my tongue and sucking on it. My mouth moves along your lips, I pull back for a moment and wet my fingers and plunge them deep into you, my fingers stroking inside you, along the top inside walls of your pussy while my thumb rubs your clit. I move my mouth slowly to your ass and start licking your asshole, you moan at the feeling as I lick and tongue fuck your ass while stroking your pussy and clit. You slowly move your hips to meet my tongue and fingers, the frequency of your rhythm increasing as you near climax until you squirt all over my face and chest, your pussy convulsing around my fingers. I quickly stand up behind you and push my cock into your pussy as you moan. I start to pound my cock in and out hard and fast, you are still moaning and shaking with orgasm until you finally put your hands against my hips and beg me to stop.

I stand there, deep inside you as you shake and your pussy slowly stops pulsating around my cock. I pull out and you lay down and motion for me to lay next to you, we wrap our legs around each other “I love watching you cum” I say. “I love how you make me cum” you respond. Then we kiss; long, slow, deep kisses. Not the same anticipatory kisses of a few minutes ago, but now the deeply satisfied kisses. Your breathing finally slows and you reach down, “So it looks like I got you all ready to go again but didn’t let you finish. I think I should do something about that. What do you think I should do?” you say with that mischievous smile back again. “You know what I want” I say.

You rolls over on your stomach, “You want to put that fat cock up my ass?” you says as you raise your ass up just a little.

I lean down and lick your ass again, getting it nice and wet before I get on top of you and push my cock deep inside you. “God, I’ve missed your cock up my ass” you moan.

“I go to sleep every night imagining this slow rhythmic motion of my cock going in and out of your ass. This is the only place I ever need to put my cock again”

We are both quiet now as I push my cock in and out and you move your ass to meet my thrust until I finally explode in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, my cum filling your ass until I feel it dripping down your ass and my balls.

I pull out, totally spent and lay back on the empty bed, after a few moments I reach over and close the pictures and shut down the laptop and get up to clean myself off.

“Not sure how and I’m not sure when, but we will do this to each other again” I think as I drift off to sleep.

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Her Weekend. Chapter two.

We were sleeping late after a rousing and wild night of sex where I was introduced to the joys of anal sex via a strap-on. (See “Her Weekend”) While apprehensive, it turned out to be fantastic, and I am hoping Desy’s promises of it being her new “ab workout” were not just heat of the moment claims.

Any orgasm is great, but a prostate orgasm is fanfuckingtastic!

Anyway we were sleeping late and didn’t hear the doorbell. We didn’t even know we had company until we wake up to the sounds of Desy’s friend Julie shouting from the hallway,

“Hello! You guys up?”

We can hear her moving around in the foyer and into the living room when she says.

“Everyone decent, I sure hope not?” And then. “Ohhh, What’s all this?”

A little background here, Julie is Desy’s best friend and has a key to our front door since she routinely house sits for us and sometimes escapes from her dates at our house when things don’t turn out.

More than once I have walked into the kitchen naked to find her sitting at our table drinking coffee. It bothered me in the beginning, but my exhibitionist side won out and I just let her see everything nowadays.

Well, it seems that Desy had forgot she had a made mani/pedi date with Julie this morning and Julie was here to pick her up.

Knowing that we sleep in on Saturdays, she used her key hoping to catch us in a compromising position. We groggily come around to waking up and focusing our thoughts when we turn to each other with the same “Oh shit we left everything laying around last night!” look.

Realizing we hadn’t cleaned up last night and there in our living room was a strap-on harness with an 8-inch cock attached to it. Not to mention the mostly empty wine glass of my spunk and an industrial size bottle of lube.

Hopping out of bed, and hastily putting on our robes, we hope we can hide things before Julie sees them.

Entering the living room we realize we are too late. The scene before us has Julie is standing in the middle of the living room, holding the strap-on in one hand and the wine glass in her other and she is sniffing its contents. She looks up from the wine glass with a funny face, and I feel myself turn beet red.

Looking between the dildo, the wine glass, and the ottoman that still has the restraints attached, Julie looks up at us and says.

“I want the full story, with all of the dirty little details.”

Looking directly at me she says.

“Someone got fucked good last night and it certainly wasn’t me.”

Even with all of the embarrassment, I can’t help feel my erection start to tent the front of my robe. As I mentioned earlier, Julie has seen me in all my glory, to include morning wood, so there is really nothing to hide. It is still rather embarrassing standing in your living room while your wife’s best friend is holding the dildo that plowed your ass the night before while sniffing the wine glass that you drank your own cum from. Top it off my cock betrays me and pokes it’s head out the front of my robe in front of her!

This last point is picked up on by both Julie and my wife and they both just giggle at my predicament.

“Men!” They both say in unison.

My wife steps forward to take the stuff from her, but Julie backs up saying.

“No way, I want the full story!”

“I’ll tell you what, let me have them so we can clean them up and I’ll tell you all about it while we get our nails done.”

“Promise?”

“Scouts honor, I have to share how much fun we had with someone!”

I start to protest, but Desy hands me the hands me the harness/dildo and the little blue dildo telling me.

“Go hop in the shower and clean these up while I wash out your cum glass.”

“I knew I recognized that smell!” Julie blurts out.

Turning back down the hallway I head to our bedroom to shower and clean up. Pulling the large dildo out of the harness I grab them both and hop in the shower.

Getting myself clean, I then focus on the two fake cocks, working on the little blue one first. After I have that one clean, I grab the large black one and begin to soap it up.

Suddenly I hear Julie’s voice. “Holy shit you weren’t kidding, Bill’s really working over that cock and it’s sexy as hell!”

Startled, I drop the rubber phallus and poke my head out the shower door.

“What are you doing in here?!?”

“Desy told me I had to check you out cleaning the toys, and she wasn’t kidding!”

Grabbing the blue dildo I toss it at her, she shrieks and runs out of the bathroom.

Desy had showered in our extra bath to speed things up, knowing that I would have tried to molest her had she joined me in the master bath. I came out of the bathroom into our bedroom naked and Julie and Desy were in there. Seeing me they both got suddenly silent. They were a bit flushed, and their nipples were standing up in their t-shirts so I know they were already discussing last night.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that.” Julie comments about my lack of attire.

She ulus escort giggles as I wag my cock back and forth at her.

“Don’t encourage him.” Desy tells her, then adds. “Well, we’re out Bill, we’ll be back in a few hours with cute toesies and fingers.”

Julie follows up with. “See ya later sexy ass!” Soon after I hear the front door shut behind them.

Julie can be over the top, but she’s always fun and it takes flirting to a whole new level. She has seen me naked on many occasions, and sometimes like to today with a full erection, while I have never seen her in anything less than a bikini.

Skipping clothes, at least until the girls return, I head to the kitchen to get some coffee and make some breakfast. After I finish and put the dishes away, I decide to just lounge around and relax. Flipping through the channels, I quickly realize there is nothing interesting on, then remember what was on the TV last night I flip it over to the DVD player and queue up the porno Desy had on last night.

It’s hot as hell and the two guys who were giving it to the girl from both ends have now finished with the money shot on her face and ass. I watched another similar scene, idly stroking my cock when my phone rings.

I see it’s Desy, when I pick it up and saying hello it is quickly obvious that Desy and Julie have gone to the nail salon that serves wine. While not drunk, they are both quite boisterous and I hear Julie in the background yell. “Hi sexy ass.”

“How much did you tell her?” I ask.

“Every detail, all the way down to the part where you slurped your cum from the dildo. We’re headed to the adult toy store, we’ll be home in about 30 minutes, make a big pitcher of margaritas and we’ll pick up brunch and eat on the back porch. Oh yeah, stay naked! You are going to be our naked waiter for the day.”

“What makes you think I’m naked?”

“You’re always naked Bill!”

“Ok you’re right. See you soon, Love you”

“What am I in for?” I wonder to myself. Desy has never wanted me to stay naked around Julie, typically shooing me back to bedroom to get dressed when she comes over, it seems that has now changed.

I got the blender out and made a double batch of margaritas and put half in the freezer. As I was putting the blender away Desy and Julie come into the house and head straight to our bedroom very suspiciously, both having bags in their hands.

“What’d you guys buy?”

“You just never mind.” From Desy.

Then Julie adds with a giggle. “You’ll find out soon enough!”

Coming into the kitchen, Desy grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me in for a very sensual tongue kiss. It’s so sexy I am instantly hard. Reaching down to my erection, she breaks the kiss and says. “Yep, I still got it.”

“Got what?” Asks Julie, then. “Ohh.” When she sees my erection.

To my surprise Julie latches her lips on to mine for an equally sexy kiss. Only she foregoes grabbing my cock. Then breaks the kiss and steps back.

When I can focus enough to look at them I see that they have on skimpy lace bra/panty/garter belt/stocking sets. Desy in purple, Julie in black. They are both stunningly beautiful, and if possible, I grow even harder.

Desy and Julie quickly make up a meat, cheese and fruit plate and tell me. “Grab the drinks and follow us out back.”

Our back yard is rather secluded, plus our neighbors are far enough away they cannot see over our fence so we have been known to spend a lot of time out back sans clothing.

The girls sit on two chaise loungers and I put a table in between them, Desy sets down the plate and I pour out their drinks. It’s sunny and warm outside but not so much that it’s too hot to handle.

After pouring their drinks I move to sit in a chair of my own when Julie pipes up.

“Oh no mister, you stay right here like an attentive waiter and keep our glasses full, and give us uninterrupted view of that wonderful dick of yours.”

Julie has always been open around me, but never taking things this far. The girls continued to talk about different things, occasionally holding up their glass for me to fill it. At one-point Desy noticed that my erection was flagging and commented.

“Are we not sexy enough for you Bill? Perhaps you should help it out.”

Just her mention of my penis had it fully hard again, but she wanted me to play with myself in front her and her friend. Who was I to disappoint? I wrap my hand around my shaft and lightly stroke up and down to the point that I have worked a small drop of precum at the tip.

Desy lifts her foot to my groin and slides her big toe across the head of my stiff member, collecting the liquid before it spilled onto the floor. Lifting her foot higher, I lean down and take her toe into my mouth, slurping up my juice.

Julies eyes are wide open at this point when she sputters. “You weren’t kidding!?!, I thought you made that part up!”

“Nope.” Then Desy says, “Bill, who has eaten more cum, you or me?”

“Definitely yenimahalle escort me.”

“Only my own though.” I quickly clarify.

“I don’t get it?” Julie exclaims.

Knowing Desy will want me to explain I turn and answer her.

“When we have sex I either shoot on her body somewhere or inside her, regardless, it’s my job to clean her up with my mouth after I cum. It took a little getting used to it at first, but I love it now. When I do get a blowjob from her sometimes she swallows, sometimes she snowballs me, Regardless, I have eaten far more of my own cum than Desy.”

It is very obvious that my explanation has her quite flushed, her body is almost glowing and her nipples are threatening to tear the lace of her bra.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, well, except for what you guys did last night.” Julie adds.

Now it’s my turn to blush. Julie’s eyes have been pretty focused on my cock, breaking her stare she looks to Desy.

“May I?”

“I can’t believe you held out this long.” Desy laughs.

With no further hesitation Julie reaches out and firmly grabs my erection. Her hands are hot, it’s as if she had been holding them under hot water. The feel of her grip on my shaft confirmed that Julie knows her way around a male appendage. She has shared numerous stories with Desy, who in turn shared with me, or sometimes we were together during Julie’s revelations, but the way she’s caressing me leaves no doubt to her experience.

With a firm grip, she pulls me closer to her. As if inspecting me, she moves me all around, looking at every detail. With her other hand, she reaches out and cradles my low hanging balls.

“I thought you said you drained these?” Julie comments.

“I did my best, but Bill always manages to fill them back up.”

“Well, maybe between the two us we can fully drain them to where he’ll need a few days to recover, what say you Bill?”

I just blush and nod, I honestly don’t know what to say, it has been decades since another person has touched me that wasn’t a medical professional, and her soft hands and gentle manipulation felt wonderful.

While her one hand continues to stroke my cock her hand holding my balls slides it way between my legs. Without thinking I widen my stance a little and she squeals. “Oooh, well trained too!”

She rubs my taint a little before snaking a finger out and encircling my nether hole.

“So this is where it all went down last night huh?”

“More like in and out!” Desy giggles.

Working the tip of her finger in she make little circular movement and a moan escapes my lips.

“He has a hot little ass and it obviously turns him on to have it played with.”

Pulling her hands away and abruptly jumping up from her chair, she exclaims. “I have pee, I’ll be right back.” And takes off towards the house.

I turn towards Desy and see that she is looking at me while her hand is idly stroking her pussy over her panties.

“You ok with all of the this?” She asks me. “She can be quite demanding and wouldn’t let up until I confessed everything. To tell you the truth, I got horny as hell telling her everything.”

“I’m fine, it’s all fun, I just don’t want anything to get too far out of hand. If you trust her, then I trust you, so let’s have some fun.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, but I will try and keep a somewhat tight rein on her.”

We both notice movement from the house and turn to see Julie coming out the sliding door. She has obviously gone to do more than use the bathroom, since she is now wearing a harness similar the one Desy wore last night, the only difference is that the cock sticking out of it is bright red.

It appears to be somewhere in size between the two Desy had me buy yesterday. But still an incredibly erotic sight!

She has removed her stockings and panties, but still has her bra on. Julie is swinging her hips as she walks making the dildo sway and flop around. Stopping in front of us she grabs her cock and strokes it as if jerking off, bucking her hips to add to the visual effect.

Sitting down in her chair, Julie presents an incredibly sexy image, pale skin, black bra, black leather harness and bright red dildo protruding from her groin.

Still stroking her cock she turns to Desy.

“You weren’t kidding, that little dildo fits nicely inside me and the nubs sit perfectly on my clit.”

“I told you. Wait till you put it in action!”

“Well since you couldn’t wait, I’m going to get properly dressed myself.” Desy says and hops up and heads into the house.

I’m now alone with a near naked, extremely sexy woman that is not my wife and she’s sporting a lifelike red silicone cock sticking out from her crotch.

“Touch me Bill, jack me off like it was real.”

Sitting down in front of her on the chaise lounger, I straddle the end of it which lewdly displays my own hard cock. I lean forward and grab hold of her appendage with both hands and stroke up and down.

“Oh fuck that feels incredible.”

I pick up the pace just a little, trying to really grind it into her clit. Her hips are pumping up and down rhythmically and her head is tossed back.

Since I’m all in and I know what is going to happen soon enough, I up the ante a little.

I stop moving my hands to get her attention, when she opens her eyes, I lean forward and take her cock into my mouth. “Oh my god, you’re blowing me!” she shrieks.

I keep one hand around the shaft and continue to grind it against her cunt while I am bobbing my head up and down the shaft. Julie’s hips are in a steady up and down motion.

About this time Desy walks out and sees what is happening.

“You slut! You just can’t get enough cock can you?”

“Well, I pretty much knew how this day was going to go, so why not go all in and enjoy it!” I reply.

Desy is completely naked except for her harness and a new purple cock the same size as Julies red one. Her appearance alone makes me want to shoot my load! Luscious tits, big areolas, stiff nipples, nice ass and big cock hanging from her hips.

Desy walks up next to Julie and me while Julie says. “Desy this is amazing, no wonder guys want blowjobs all the time.”

“I know, right!”

Desy then says. “Julie, you have to share, how about giving me some of that head Bill?”

I lift my mouth from Julie’s cock and lean in towards Desy’s purple cock and open wide. I can get a bit more of her fake phallus in my mouth, but when I grab the shaft and bob up and down, it has the same effect, causing the base of it to work her clit.

“Oh yeah Bill, this is so good.” From my wife.

Julie has now stood up and is hip to hip with Desy, I now have two dildos in my face, so I alternate between the two, bobbing on one for a few seconds then moving to the other. The girls are in a frenzy, and if anyone was on the other side of the fence, they’d swear we were shooting a porno.

Both of the girls are unabashedly cheering me on.

“Come on Bill, swallow my cock.”

“Deep throat me bitch.”

“You look good with a cock in your mouth.”

Then from Julie, “Oh, Oh, Oh fuuuuckkk, I’m gonna cum.” This comes out almost as a whine.

I had been jacking one while my mouth was on the other, but I put both hands on Julies hips and began pulling her into my mouth and that did it. She stiffened up and let out a deep guttural moan and came.

It turns out Julie is a squirter, there was girl cum everywhere, my face, chest, both of our legs, the floor, even on Desy’s feet.

Julie nudges me off her cock and falls back into her chair in a heap of sweat and cum.

Accomplished, I turn my attention to Desy. She is looking down at me expectantly, so I know she is close too. I do the same to her, grabbing her hips I try to take as much of her cock into my mouth as possible, bobbing my head along the shaft I get it sufficiently slick and I am able to take all 6 thick inches into my mouth.

Watching me fellate her is too much and almost immediately Desy follows suit and rolls into her own toe curling orgasm. She too is done for the moment and plops onto the chaise next to Julie.

The girls have both been sated for the time being, but I am left standing with a turgid, purple cock that looks as if it is going to burst.

I grab it and start to jerk off frantically.

Desy see’s this and says. “Hands off Bill, We have other plans for you.”

“Oh boy do we!” Julie adds.

Both them stand up and turn towards me. Desy grabs my erection and pulls me into the house.

Leading me into the living room, I see the scene from last night is still in place, the ottoman is there and so are the restraints.

“Really?” I say towards Desy.

“Really!” she replies.

“I promised Julie she could have the same experience I had last night. All of it!”

“But first of all you need to go get cleaned up, we don’t want any messes”.

I know what she means and head towards the bathroom. She follows up with. “No unnecessary touching!”

“Yes ma’am!” I retort.

Taking care of getting clean inside and out, is not sexy, so we won’t go into the details other than to say it was really difficult to not jack off like a madman.

Once cleaned and showered, I head back out to the living room, where the girls are sitting on the couch, drinking their margaritas and stroking the fake cocks. This scene easily inflates my softened member to full raging hard-on in seconds flat.

Julie is the first to speak.

“As kinky as I thought I was I have never done anything like this Bill. I’ve put plenty of dildos in my pussy and ass but never in someone else’s. I’ll confess to a little secret, I came in my shorts sitting at the nail salon while Desy was telling me about you two last night.”

This was even a revelation to Desy, who piped up with. “I thought you were acting a little strange.”

Knowing where they want me I lean down and lay across the ottoman. Before I can even think about humping the cushion Desy reaches out and pulls my cock back like the night before.

Julie had grabbed a long stemmed champagne flute as we passed through the kitchen and bent down to put my erection inside it. She gently tickled my balls and ass as she pulled her hand away.

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“Oh my god!” I opened the package and stood staring at the contents, aghast.

We’d seen it today while we were out window shopping, but I never in a million years thought we could afford it. More lingerie than dress, it was something I’d long for but never buy myself, because I just couldn’t justify it. Where would I wear it? And if I had somewhere to wear it once, well, did that make it worth the cost? I would spend hours talking myself out of it, all the while longing to try it on, and eventually walk away empty handed.

But Jack had bought it and had it delivered to the hotel. “Red,” Jack instructed, holding the panties out to me. “No bra.”

I didn’t say anything as I took it all into the bathroom, taking off the robe I’d been wearing after our bath and slipping the dress over my head. It was a Valentino with a black silk top, spaghetti straps, but the bottom was sheer lace, form-fitting and long. The red panties would show right through it. Everything would show right through it… I groaned when I pulled the panties on. I’d forgotten they were a thong.

My hair was still slightly damp as I pulled it up and back, twisting it into place and securing it with a beaded wraparound and a long, curved stick. Auburn curls escaped at my temples, framing my face, and I tugged at the top of the dress, worried about the amount of cleavage I was showing with no bra on. Could I really go out dressed like this? Was it even legal?

“Jack?” I pulled open the door tentatively, seeing him shrugging on his dinner jacket. His eyes widened when he saw me, his mouth dropping open.

“Holy hell.” He took one step toward me and stopped, transfixed, as I came into the room. I was still barefoot, and the black lace edge of the dress grazed the ground when I wasn’t wearing heels. His eyes swept downward and lingered at the red beacon of the panties under the dress. I felt as if I were wearing a stop sign—or a neon sign.

“I don’t know if I can go out like this.” I stepped into my heels, bending over to buckle the straps. Jack’s eyes brightened when I did and I flushed, knowing he could see me, completely exposed except for the thong, from behind. “Where are we going?”

“At the moment, I’m thinking… bed?” He grinned, grabbing me and turning me to him to kiss me. I slipped my arms around his neck, kissing him back, feeling more relaxed in his arms than I had in years.

“So, where are we really going?” I tilted my head so he could access my neck and he gave me shivery kisses down over my collarbone.

“Dinner.” He kissed the tops of my breasts. Thankfully the dress had a little built in support, but my nipples were hard and poking into the material. “And I’m having you for dessert.”

“No objections from me,” I murmured, feeling the crotch of my panties starting to get wet already. I didn’t know how I was going to manage to make it through dinner. Jack pocketed his wallet and the key card, opening the door to the hallway and leading me out. We passed an older couple in the corridor carrying luggage toward their room. They didn’t appear to notice at first, but then I heard the woman gasp and that turned the man’s head. His eyes widened as we passed and she smacked him on the arm, hissing, “Steven!”

“I think that was the dress,” I whispered as Jack pushed the elevator button. I saw the man still staring as he fumbled for something in his pockets.

“No,” Jack said, taking me by the elbow as we entered the elevator. “It was the woman in the dress.”

I flushed as the doors whooshed closed, taking us down to the first floor. I thought Jack would lead us to the valet, so they could get our car, but I was surprised when he pulled me past the desk and around the corner. One of the guys working valet raised his eyebrows as we passed, and I blushed, turning my face toward Jack.

“They have a great restaurant here,” Jack explained, giving the maître d’ our name. I couldn’t help but feel that everyone’s eyes were on me, and I was relieved to see that it was relatively empty—only one couple was seated in a far corner. Of course, we were early for dinner. Thankfully, it was moderately dark inside, lit only by candles in the center of the tables. We were seated quite quickly, but I was disappointed there were no booths to hide in, just tables with chairs that had open backs.

“I feel so exposed,” I whispered. Jack just smiled, perusing his menu. I decided quickly—something small, easy to eat fast, and nothing that would stain—a Chinese chicken salad. When the waiter came by, I was eager to give him my order and get back to our room.

“I’ll have—Lloyd.” The name escaped my lips in a near whisper and I felt an insidious blush rising from my chest to my cheeks.

The waiter started, his eyes sweeping over me in surprise and sudden recognition. “Hello again.”

I nodded, fanning myself slowly with the menu and hoping I didn’t look as red as I felt. “I’ll have the Chinese chicken salad… and water. Lots of water.”

He nodded, making a note of it, and turned to Jack, who I noticed was grinning from sıhhiye escort ear to ear. “Porterhouse, medium rare, baked potato, and the lady and I would like a bottle of wine. What would you recommend?”

“The wine menu is here, sir.” Lloyd cleared his throat, leaning over and pulling a smaller menu off the table, handing it to Jack. I saw his eyes dip into my cleavage and wondered if he could see the color of my panties through the lace from that angle. I didn’t want to look down and draw attention to it to check.

Jack raised his eyebrow. “No recommendations?”

Lloyd looked directly at me, pushing his glasses up. “I’d recommend a red, sir… a red is fuller, it has more body and spirit…” His eyes moved from my hair down to my waist… and lower… and I was sure he could see the color of my panties.

I cleared my throat. “Are you sure you’re talking about wine?”

Jack chuckled. “It’s true about redheads, too.”

“That’s what I hear…” Lloyd turned to Jack. “If they’re real redheads.”

“Oh, I am,” I said quickly, used to defending the rich color of my hair.

Lloyd grinned. “Yes, may’m… I remember.”

“Oh…” The memory of standing bent over near the bed with a glass butt plug stuck deep into my ass while he brought in our room service made me dizzy and faint and I fanned myself faster with the menu.

“We’ll have a bottle of Dom Perignon,” Jack said, putting down the wine menu. I stared at him, blinking fast.

“Will that be all, sir?”

Jack winked. “For now…thanks.”

“Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.” I grabbed and covered my face with my wine menu as Lloyd walked away.

“You’re beautiful.” Jack took the menu from me, putting back on the table. I felt his hand on my knee under the table, rubbing the lace against my bare skin.

“Jack…”

He smiled, his eyes bright. “I want you to do something for me.”

“What?” I cocked my head at him, suspicious, and I was right to be.

“Go into the bathroom and take off your panties.”

I stared at him. “What!?”

“You heard me.” He grinned and sat back as Lloyd came to the table with the bottle of wine. He used a corkscrew right there and I jumped when the cork popped, gasping.

“Here you go, may’m.” Lloyd handed a full glass to me as he poured Jack’s wine. “Did you know that the very first wine glass was molded from the breast of Helen of Troy?”

“I…” Looking at Jack, I smiled. “I had no idea.”

“It’s true.” Lloyd re-corked the bottle and set it back on ice. “Although later, it’s rumored that Marie Antoinette decided to make a new glass molded from her own breast, and the size of the wine glass was considerably increased.”

Jack grinned. “Good thing they didn’t use yours, honey. We’d have to throw the two-glass rule right out the window.”

I flushed. “Jack!”

Lloyd winked at me. “I wouldn’t mind drinking from such a lovely, overflowing cup.”

I cleared my throat. “Thank you… Lloyd.”

When I said his name, he smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Jack waited until Lloyd had excused himself and was out of earshot to lean in to me and whisper, “Now… go.”

“But… Jack… this dress…” I pleaded with my eyes, biting my lip. I had hoped, in the midst of the breast and wine talk, he had forgotten his request.

“I know.” His eyes were full of heat as he looked at me. “I want the whole world to know you’re a real redhead.”

“Jack!”

“Do it.” He insisted, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small white box, wrapped with a red ribbon around it. “And put this on.”

Unable to resist finding out what was in the box, I stood, looking around for the bathroom. It was just a few tables away, through a doorway flanked with two tall, potted rubber tree plants. I slipped through the door marked “Ladies” and stood looking at myself in the full-length mirror for a moment, thinking how far from “ladylike” this dress made me look—or feel. It was incredibly revealing and sexy.

There was no one in the restroom and I pulled the ribbon on the box, opening it, excited. Frowning, I pulled out a little plastic red butterfly with several elastic bands attached, and then saw a note with Jack’s handwriting at the bottom of the box. “For you to wear” it said, and had an illustration of just where to put it—and how. I stared at the picture, stunned, sure it couldn’t be right, but it had a front and back view, and as technical instructions went, it was pretty darned clear.

I took it into the stall with me, lifting the lace skirt of the dress high up over my hips and slipping the red panties down, stepping out of them. The butterfly centered itself between my legs with a little fleshy nub touching my clit. It had a flexible plastic piece that stretched back with an anal probe attached. I slid that in first, gasping as it entered the tight muscle of my sphincter with no hint of lubrication. It didn’t go in far—three or four inches at the most—and it was only as thick as a man’s finger. The elastic tandoğan escort straps were clear and attached to the butterfly, front and back, to keep it on.

I picked up the panties from the floor and went to the sink to wash my hands. Then I stood in the full length mirror, looking between my legs. The butterfly spread its wings over my pussy lips, leaving the bright red shock of my pubic hair showing above it. You could definitely see I was a real redhead alright, even through the black lace. The thought of going back out into the restaurant like this was both exciting and almost too humiliating to imagine.

I gasped when I opened the door, finding Lloyd standing outside of it. “I’m sorry!”

“Your husband…” Lloyd looked down between my legs, his eyes drawn there like a magnet. The red panties were gone, but my pubic hair showed through the lace, as did the little butterfly wings. “Asked me… to check…”

“I’m fine.” I balled the red panties up tighter in my hand. “Thank you.”

He nodded, stepping back and letting me pass.

“Perfect.” Jack smiled when I walked back to the table, sitting carefully as the probe pushed deeper into my ass, the butterfly kissing my clit. “Like it?”

“It’s… different.” I took a gulp of wine, glancing around the table and then tossing the panties across the table to him. “Did you… did you send that waiter…?”

He smiled, slipping them into his jacket pocket. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “I wasn’t gone that long.”

“Chinese chicken salad.” Lloyd set the plate in front of me, and another in front of Jack. “Porterhouse… is there anything else I can get for you?”

I shook my head, picking up my fork and starting to eat. Jack was clearly enjoying himself, but I wanted to finish and get back to the room as quickly as we could. Playing sex games in the hotel room was one thing, but playing sex games in public? I was afraid we’d get kicked out—or arrested. The thought of trying to explain to my parents, who were watching the kids, why they had to bail Jack and I out of jail, was just too humiliating to contemplate.

“That will be all, thanks.” Jack gave him a nod, picking up his wine glass.

“If you need anything, just ask for—”

I gasped out loud and nearly came off my seat when the butterfly between my legs began to vibrate. Both men looked at me, Lloyd’s eyes wide with surprise, Jack’s glinting mischievously.

“Are you all right?” Lloyd asked.

“Just… spicy…” I nodded, eyes widening as the vibration increased, and the soft buzz between my legs became clearly audible. I looked at Jack, panicked, but he just sat back and grinned, one hand still on his wine glass, the other in his coat pocket.

Lloyd looked doubtfully at my Chinese chicken salad—which wasn’t spicy in the least. “Do you want me to take it back for you?”

“No, no.” I shook my head, desperate to get rid of him, waving him away. “It’s fine, really—it just… surprised me.”

He nodded, still looking puzzled, his eyes dipping downward as I wiggled in my chair. I knew he could hear it—he had to be able to hear it. I could feel it buzzing noisily against my clit, the soft nub there rubbing back and forth when I moved. Lloyd’s eyes moved slowly upwards, meeting mine, and I swallowed when I saw the dawning realization on his face.

“Well, if there’s anything you need from me,” he said with a small smile. “You just let me know.”

“Will do.” Jack grinned and winked at me, but I looked down at my plate, unable to ignore the feeling between my thighs anymore. My clit was responding to the growing hum, my nipples hardening against the silk fabric of the dress.

“Thanks,” I whispered, leaning my hand against my forehead and looking desperately at Jack. Lloyd walked slowly away, glancing over his shoulder at us, and I waited until he’d gone into the kitchen before speaking.

“Turn it off!” I hissed as I watched Jack cut into his steak. Every time I shifted in my seat, the butterfly seemed to kiss my clit, sending shivers through me.

“Are you sure?” He lifted his fork to his mouth, his eyes on mine as he chewed. I bit my lip, glancing around as I moved my hips, back and forth, forcing that fleshy nub to rub against my clit. God, it felt good…

“Not here, Jack,” I pleaded, in spite of the delightful sensation between my legs. It was just too humiliating to bear.

“Okay.” He sighed, reaching into his pocket. Relieved, I held my breath, waiting for the buzzing to stop.

“Jack!” I nearly screamed his name, sitting up straight, eyes wide, when the probe in my ass began to rotate. Lloyd peeked his head out of the kitchen, blinking at us, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

“Did you need something?” Lloyd came over to the table and I groaned softly as the probe found some deep, secret place in me, pressing there again and again.

“No, no,” I said, waving him away. The aching buzz between my legs was hard enough tunalı escort to ignore, but the insistent turning of the probe in my ass was impossible not to respond to. “Please… please go away… god… okay?” I pleaded, closing my eyes and squirming in my chair.

“Feel good, baby?” Jack whispered, and I knew Lloyd must be gone, but I didn’t want to open my eyes to see.

“Yes,” I whispered back, leaning my forehead on my palm again, thinking I could hide my pleasure somehow. It was too good to ignore and my hips began to rock all on their own, forcing the butterfly to kiss my clit and the probe deeper into my ass.

“That’s it,” Jack urged, and the probe began to rotate faster, making me moan softly and shake my head, trying to deny it. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Ohh no,” I breathed, arching my back and grazing my hard nipples against the edge of the table. I didn’t want to do this, to come here in the middle of the restaurant, but there was nothing I could do. My body wasn’t under my own control and my response was involuntary, my thighs beginning to quiver, my breath coming faster.

“He’s watching you,” Jack murmured and my eyes flew open to meet his. He jerked his head toward the bathrooms and I turned my head slowly, at first not seeing anything through the haze of my own pleasure. Then I glimpsed his dark head through the leaves of one of the rubber tree plants. My eyes dropped slowly, drawn by a motion behind the trunk. For a moment, I was too distracted by the steady pulse between my thighs and wasn’t sure what I was seeing. A hot wave went through me when I realized that Lloyd’s hand was cupping his crotch through his dark waiter’s pants, rubbing himself there.

“Oh god,” I whispered as the buzzing seemed to grow between my legs, the probe sinking deeper into my ass as I shifted my hips in the chair. Jack took his hand out of his jacket pocket and cut himself another piece of steak as he watched me. I looked up at him. “Please…”

“My cock is so hard right now.” He said it casually, taking another sip of wine, but the thought made me groan out loud. Watching me giving into the rising sensation between my legs was arousing him, and that just served to intensify my pleasure. “I bet Lloyd’s is, too…”

I glanced over toward the bathrooms, surprised to see Lloyd sliding the zipper down on his slacks. He was only partially hidden by the plant, and if anyone walked in or out of the bathroom, they would be sure to see him. I looked around the restaurant with half-closed eyes. The couple in the corner was in the middle of their dinner and hadn’t seemed to notice anything. The maître d’ was out in the alcove near the front of the restaurant—I couldn’t see him at all. Apparently, we were alone, at least for the moment.

But that was the last time I was going to be able to assess whether or not it was safe to do what we were doing—because when I glanced over and saw Lloyd’s hand moving up and down the considerable length of his exposed cock, I lost any more ability to think or reason or stop what was happening. Instead, I rested my head on my arms on the table, moaning softly as the butterfly buzzed hungrily against my clit, hoping I looked like I was just resting or was perhaps feeling a bit ill.

What I was feeling, however, was the opposite. I couldn’t control how fast my breath was coming or the soft, whimpering noises my throat insisted on making as my body climbed higher and higher toward climax. I watched as Lloyd stroked himself, faster and faster as he watched me rocking as subtly as I could against my chair. I was starting to lose all sense of where I was, my pussy on fire, my ass clenching in response to the rotating probe.

“Jack,” I whimpered, sitting up and grabbing onto the edges of my chair. “Oh honey, I—”

I could hear Jack’s breath, too, coming fast as he watched me, his eyes full of lust. I could swear I heard Lloyd breathing heavy, too, just a few tables away, jerking himself off behind the rubber tree plant. I arched my back, biting my lip to keep from crying out as I came, shuddering on my chair as the relentless buzzing between my legs went on and on. My pussy clamped down in sweet, continuous waves, making my ass clench and pull the probe even deeper.

“Ohhh baby, my ass,” I moaned out loud, rocking faster, unable to stop. Jack’s eyes widened as I gripped the edge of the table, fucking against the sweet, turning probe in my ass that was making me shudder uncontrollably. “Ohhh Jack, I’m gonna come in my ass!”

I was apparently loud enough to make the couple in the back corner look around, but I didn’t notice then—Jack told me about it later. I was too focused on riding it out, shoving my bottom down in the chair, wanting more, deeper, harder, god, I couldn’t stand it, I was so close, almost there, and suddenly I was bucking and arching as I came, completely lost, giving myself over as my body shuddered in the chair. I moaned, I heard myself moaning and couldn’t stop it, grabbing the edge of the table so hard it shook in my hands.

“Oh my god,” I heard Jack whisper. I opened my eyes, my whole body flushed with heat and I watched, breathless, as Lloyd stiffened and came, too, his cock spraying the trunk of the rubber tree plant with the first blast. I gasped out loud, still quivering with my own climax, watching with rapt attention as the next few waves spurted hotly into the soil of the pot below.

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