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Maddie moaned, whimpered, and cried out loudly in pleasure repeatedly as her pussy was being rapidly penetrated hard by the seven-inch penis. Her clit was being stimulated and her light brown nipples were massaged and pinched just between the edge of pain and pleasure.Maddie’s arms were stretched above her head and her hands cuffed to the sex bench. Her legs were spread wide and lifted and bent at her knees and also bound to the bench by metal bands lined with a soft velvety material.“Do you like that, Maddie?” a strong, masculine male voice asked her. “Do you like how I fuck you?”“Ohh, God, yes, yes!” the young woman cried out. “Please don’t stop, Patrick! I’m going to cum! Ohh, God, don’t stop!”“Cum for me, Maddie,” Patrick told her. “Cum for me as I cum inside your pussy.”“Ohh, yes! At the same time!” Maddie begged. “Please cum inside me as I cum! Oh, God, I’m cumming, Patrick…I…Ahhhh fuck…I’m cumming… ahhh, my God, yes, yes…!”Maddie could not finish her words as her orgasm swept over her. Her stomach muscles tightened, the girl’s body seized up, her toes curled, and her pussy convulsed around the cock inside of her. As she orgasmed, Maddie heard Patrick’s masculine grunts and moans of pleasure and felt the cock explode its fluid into her pussy.After her orgasm ended, Maddie lay on the sex bench panting and enjoying her after-orgasm euphoria as Patrick’s cock stopped thrusting inside of her and the stimulation of her nipples and clit ended.“Would you like to go again, Maddie?” Patrick asked.Maddie thought for a few seconds and was tempted but she had to be up early the next morning to catch the shuttle.“No, turn off,” she ordered the pleasure machine.The seven-inch phallus withdrew from her pussy and made a sucking, wet sound. The phallus was made to look and feel like a real erect penis Ankara escort except Maddie had spent extra to include the fake penis with the ridges up and down the shaft to give her extra pleasure. The cuffs on her wrists released as did the metal bands on her thighs as the clit and nipple stimulator retracted.The pleasure machine was well worth the money Maddie spent on it and she used it often. She had spent extra on additional accessories, even the bondage and spanking package. Maddie enjoyed the bondage addition but had never used the spanking accessory, she was not into being spanked or pain but thought ‘what the hell’ when she bought the machine. Who knows, I may at least try it once?Maddie bought the extra six-and-a-half-inch penis attachment that she could use to simulate giving a blow job to a real man and like the other fake penis would ejaculate synthetic cum. The salesman tried to convince her to buy the nine-inch phallus attachment. Maddie frowned at that. Seven inches was plenty for her and anything larger she did not think she would enjoy.Maddie had purchased the female program as well so she could program the machine to talk in a feminine voice as well as a masculine voice when it fucked her. She enjoyed the other attachments as well, such as the tongue for oral sex and the small ridged anal stimulator. While she was not into anal sex at all, Maddie did enjoy having the fake tongue lick her anus. It had all the bells and whistles to it and was well worth the two months plus salary she spent on it.“Pack up,” she told the machine after she stood up.The machine made a series of hydraulic sounds as it folded itself up. Maddie looked at it and frowned. She was going to miss the machine a great deal. Her next posting would not allow her to bring the Ankara escort bayan machine with her. There would be pleasure machines available to her, but the government machines were not as good as hers.“Closet,” she told the machine after it was folded neatly into a square. The machine hovered and moved into the closet of her small bedroom.First Lieutenant Maddie Allison Hammond of the Federated Earth Fleet Marine Corps got dressed. She slipped on a pair of panties and made an uncharacteristic giggle when she felt the synthetic sex fluid leak from her pussy. She always enjoyed that feeling. The young woman put on a pair of athletic shorts and a half-tank top with the FEFMC logo on the front.The logo was an Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. A symbol left over from centuries before when the earth was made up of many individual countries instead of the six countries that now formed the Federated Coalition in the modern world. The logo was that of the Marine Corps that once belonged to the country called the United States of America.The only change to the logo that long ago age was it now had a series of small planets in the background surrounding the globe that represented the earth. The planets represented the human colonies scattered throughout space. The Marines of the FEFMC wore the symbol with pride that often border lined on arrogance.Maddie admired her body in the mirror. The young Marine took pride in her physical fitness; she worked hard to keep it that way. She was athletic and while her muscles were toned and tight she didn’t go in for the muscular build or six-pack abs some of her female peers had. She liked her body to look feminine.Maddie was an attractive young woman of twenty-two. She had long, straight, light brown hair that was almost a dark Escort Ankara blonde in the right light. Her hair came down to the middle of her back. Most of the other female Marines she knew had short hair or cropped their hair short in a crew cut or even went bald. Maddie liked her long hair even though it was a pain in the ass sometimes when she had to put it in a tight bun on her head when in uniform.She stood five foot five and had small breasts, which she was not ashamed of, and they were tipped with light brown nipples.Maddie turned her body to look at her butt. She thought she had a nice ass. It was not small and skinny but not large either and she kept it firm. Using the military term for something being taunt, you could bounce a quarter off her ass cheeks. Maddie had no idea what a quarter was, some type of ancient coin she had been told once, but liked the phrase that was often used in the Corps. Her thighs were thicker than they used to be but not from fat, but as a result of her physical fitness routine. They were also tight and strong.Maddie knew she may not be the most beautiful woman around, but she knew she was pretty and sexy. Many men and women were drawn to her sexiness.However, most men and women who were initially attracted to her didn’t find her very appealing once they got to know her. Lieutenant Maddison Hammond was a no-nonsense young woman and officer. She played by the rules and took the Military Code of Conduct and Officer’s Handbook seriously. Maddie was competitive and saw everything as a competition and she liked to win. The only thing she ever enjoyed surrendering to was her sex life. Maddie enjoyed her partner being the one in charge during sex.Often, she was accused of not having a sense of humor, which she did but it tended to be much too sarcastic for other people to find amusing. Having a different sense of humor than most, Maddie often did not understand some jokes either. She tried to use logic when hearing a joke and sometimes logic just didn’t go along with humor. It irritated her to anger when someone had to explain the meaning of a joke to her.

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Her girlfriends were wearing Prada, Gucci and carrying Louie Vuitton bags. She was a student on a budget. She wanted those things but couldn’t get herself up to dating a man her daddy’s age like her friends were doing. The notion just seemed like her friends were replacing the daddy they didn’t have. She loved her daddy. He has always been there for her. They didn’t always see eye to eye. He wanted her to be something she was not. If he found out she was banging someone double her age, he would flip. Come to think of it, her dad’s friend was a hunk of a man. She shook her head. “Why was she seeing him like this now?”

The next week her dad’s friend showed up at her door as if she had summoned him. She was a spiritual person and she believed in the old sayings and the connection with the universe. “What you put out into the universe is what you will receive.” She had been thinking too hard about a sugar daddy.

“Hi, your dad suggested that I drop by to make sure you were good.”

Her fantasies were rising before she could get a grip on her words. “I’m good. Just a lil hungry.”

“Well let’s go get something to eat. I know a nice place.”

“Let me grab my keys.”

He made small talk while they rode. H Town was playing on the radio. He had to be at least 50. She could see the graying in his beard. He could pass for 40 because he looked like he was in shape. “How you like them knicks?”

“I think they need a coach like Pat Riley back in the day.”

“You remember Pat Riley?

“My dad loved the knicks.” Her reservations resurfaced.

They ate in a small mom and pop restaurant not far from campus. “The food is really good here.”

She knew about it. Most of the campus came here. If her girlfriends saw her, they would think she found a sugar daddy. Could he be her sugar daddy? She was appraising him as he put food in his mouth. His tongue came out to lick the end of his spoon and she felt goose bumps all over her body. She had learned to listen to her body. It was telling her that something had activated her extra senses. Her nervous tick was touching her hair and she had been playing with it unconsciously. She sat up and watched for more signs. None came. She needed time to process this. They chatted easily and she felt comfortable talking to him like he could be a best Avrupa yakası escort friend. They had some things in common. They both worked out, loved good food and movies.

On her doorstep she hugged him goodbye. He felt warm and strong. “Let’s do this again sometime.”

“Great. I am in town for a week. There is wine tasing event tomorrow. Would you like to go?”

“Of course. What time?” She had to get her feet and nails done.

“5 pm. I will pick you up.”

“I will be ready.” It sounded like a song coming out of her mouth. That night she laid in bed and ruminated. She didn’t know what to do with these feelings for her dad’s friend. Not to mention he was an older man. What if it becomes serious? What if deep down inside she wanted a sugar daddy. Her friends may have planted it in her subconscious. She wanted to be as cute as them and be independent. Have her own bread. She could see herself peeling off a couple of hundred for that Prada bag.

That night she dreamed she was the princess of her friends. She had found a sugar daddy who lavished her with gifts.

The wine tasting was marvelous. She had tried a few and already felt floaty. She felt his gaze on her when she sipped the wine like he was trying to see inside of her. She licked the rim of the glass to show she knew how to use her tongue.

She was holding his hand without remembering when. It felt secure and she relaxed to the wine. She sat across from him at one booth and played footie under the table. She was certain of one thing. She was going to give him some pussy tonight. She was horny as hell. She couldn’t remember the last time she has some good dick. Sugar daddy or not. She was taking this one for herself.

The ride home felt good. The fall weather felt invigorating. She rode with the windows down and loved how the breeze pass though her like an ancestorial gathering. She understood what maya Angelou meant about taking your ancestors with you. She laid her hand on his leg and he looked at her. She rubbed it across his dick and felt it growing hard.

“Is this what you want,” he said.

“Yes, for tonight. I just feel I need someone to cuddle with. Are you alright with it?”

“You told me several times that you are grown. I like grown women.”

She Ataköy escort bayan had been flirting with him all night. She wanted to see if the myth about older men were true. It was said that they knew how to eat pussy real good.

She led him to her bed and pushed him down. Her roommate was gone for the weekend. She did a slow tease while she took off her schoolgirl skirt. She eased it down her legs so he could appreciate her thigh and calf work out. They were strong and sturdy like a track star. She took the top off and flexed a little to intimidate him. Her panties and bra had superwoman sigils on them. She stepped out of the skirt, knelt before him, unzipped his pants and took his hard dick out.

She rubbed her hand down it and jerked it a little to see if it became harder. She was going to give him the best head he ever had.

She kissed the tip the way the Indians kissed the head of a cobra to make it rain. She took it into her mouth. His eyes close. Dick sucking was her superpower. She loved it. Her mama and her grandmama use to always say, “the best way to keep a man is to suck his dick good. That’s their weakness.” She spit, gagged, and sucked until her mouth made that slurpy noise.

He stopped her, pulled her to him and they kissed passionately. Sucking on his lips like she was still sucking on his manhood. He rolled her over and she sat back up in the bed. He unsnapped her bra like a professional. Her perky breast popped out to meet his mouth. He sucked and licked like a baby and worked his way down her body. This was different from the boys she dated. They didn’t take their time to kiss on her body like she was a goddess. They just wanted to put it in and hump until they came. No concern for her needs. He took time to know her body. When he found a sensitive spot, he teased it until she wiggled more.

He was messing with her senses again. He pulled her panties down and she raised up her hips. He got halfway down her legs and used his teeth to take them off. She wanted to feel him inside of her. He kissed her pussy the way he kissed her lips, hungry and caressing. She felt his tongue exploring, looking for her clit. He touched it and it popped out like her titties. He ran his tongue around it in circular motions, then sucked it and nibbled Escort Şirinevler with his teeth. She wasn’t a skirter but felt like it was going to come out that way. He ran his tongue down the length of her pussy and stuck it in her hole. He tongued fucked her and her body astral projected. She could see herself wiggling in pleasure. Oh my god she thought. Where have this pleasure been?

He stood up and took off his clothes. He urged her onto her stomach and took her two pillars and placed them under her. Her ass was in the air for taking. She hoped he didn’t go in there. She wasn’t ready. She felt the tip of his dick parting her pussy like Moses parting the sea. He filled her up and her body convulsed. His stroke was nice and slow like enchanted lovers. It felt so good. She wasn’t experiencing what her friends told her about a sugar daddy. Old men were supposed to cum quick for young pussy and some days their dick doesn’t get hard. That’s why the money was so easy. Maybe he took some Viagra.

Her phone rang. She looked over and seen her daddy on the screen. If she didn’t answer it, he would keep calling. She raised her hand as if to say hold on. He stopped stroking. He was super hard, and it felt like a missile in her.

“Hello’

“Hey baby girl.” His voice echoed out the phone.

“Hey dad, what going on?” She could feel the stroking coming back slow and easy. She pushed back.

“Just called to check on you. My friend was supposed to stop by. Did you see him?”

“He came by…” the momentum was building. “And got me something to eat and left.”

There was silence for a moment. “Is this a bad time? You sound out of breath.”

“I was cleaning my room.” She came again and clenched the phone so tight. She cried out and forgot her father was on the phone.

“Baby girl?”

“I dropped a book on my toe dad. I’m fine.” He was stroking harder as if he was trying to cum.

“I want to tell you about your aunt Dena.”

“Dad can this wait til I’m finished.”

“Ok call me back and he hung up.

His dick wouldn’t stop plunging into her deeper and she couldn’t stop cumming. She did not know what a sugar daddy was. If there was supposed to be some payment at the end of this ride, then she was paying him. She wanted this all the time. Who cares about Prada? Her new Prada was seasoned dick.

When they were finished, she walked him to the door. They kissed long and hard. She pressed the hundred-dollar bill in his hand. He looked at it. “What’s this for?”

“I’m your sugar mama.”

He laughed. Gave it back to her and said, “I got you.” Then strode off into the night.

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It was a hot busy day as usual at the outdoor centre, so, when Joe suggested we should definitely have another party tonight, I think everyone was in agreement.

Now, as only few of us had the evening off, we got delegated to get supplies, i.e… Beer, other alcohol, munchies, that kind of stuff.

Unfortunately, while I was in my room finding my money, and looking for a clean t-shirt, the others headed off to the nearest town in Josie’s car, which meant by the time I was ready to go, the only way to get there now, was to walk.

So, reluctantly, I started off along the gravel drive, for the several mile walk to the closet town.

But, I had barely got half way along driveway, when a small blue car pulled up beside me.

“Hey, Steve. Are you heading somewhere?” asked an older, friendly woman.

It was Justine, a local, middle aged woman, who worked in the centre’s kitchen.

She was pretty hot for an older woman, with long, dyed, dark red hair, a pretty cheerful face, and what looked like a nice slim MILF body, under her work clothes.

“Oh hi!” I replied cheerily back, before adding “Yeah. I was heading into town, to get some supplies!”

“Well, we’re heading back there. Would you like a lift?” Justine then asked.

“Yes. Thank you!” I quickly replied, before I then strolled around the car, to get in the passenger side.

It was then as I went to open the door, I noticed someone else in the car, Hailey.

Hailey was Justine’s teenage daughter, a short, slim young girl, with long black hair, with one electric blue streak going through it on the right side of her head, and she always wore black rock t-shirts, and tight blue jeans.

Hailey, was actually a college girl, working on getting an art degree, but had come home for the summer, and was now working part time with her mum, in the kitchen.

So, anyway, on seeing Hailey in the passenger seat, I then moved to the back passenger door, opened it, and climbed in.

Once I was in, and had closed the door, Justine set off again, and we were soon trundling down the drive, to the main road.

“Hey Steve!” Hailey then said cheerily, glancing around at me.

“Hi!” I replied politely back, with a smile.

“So, what supplies are you getting?” she then asked curiously.

“Oh, just some beers and snacks, you know the usual stuff!” I replied casually.

“For a party?” she then asked curiously again.

“Err… yeah. We are planning another party tonight, and I got chosen to get the supplies!” I replied again.

“Uh huh.” Hailey then said, before then asking “So, is it true, all your parties end in orgies?”

“Hailey!” exclaimed her mother in disbelief, that she would ask such a thing.

“What?!” I replied in disbelief, sounding just as shocked.

“Well, the word around town is, all you guys do in the evening, is drink and fuck each other!” Hailey then said with a chuckle.

I immediately laughed, and then her mother said “I think you need to stop listening to rumours Hailey!”

“Okay. But is it true?” her daughter then asked.

“No. not really.” I replied back.

“Not really?!” Hailey then asked curiously again.

“Well, what I mean is… yes we drink, and yes occasionally, there is some sex. But there’s definitely never been a big mass orgy, if that’s what you’re thinking!” I then replied with a chuckle.

“Oh.” Hailey then said, sounding a little disappointed, before she then asked “So, what kind of sex does go on?”

“Hailey!” exclaimed Justine again, in disbelief her daughter was still asking these questions.

“Just the usual. You know, nothing special, just people… doing people!” I replied casually, because I’ll be honest, I too had heard rumours of what went on at the centre, I just wasn’t sure if they were entirely true.

“People doing people, huh?” Hailey then muttered, before asking “So how many people have you done?”

“Jesus Hailey!” he mother exclaimed in disbelief, she had asked that question.

“A few!” I replied back casually again.

“A few. Wow! You must be some kind of stud!” Hailey then said playfully, before then adding “I bet you’ve got a pretty big dick, to have done a few!”

“I’ve had no complaints!” I replied back, casually again.

“Okay Hailey. I think we’ve had enough of that conversation, thank you!” her mother then said firmly, eager to steer it away, to something more polite and acceptable.

Hailey sighed unhappily, then after a moment, a big smile appeared on her face, and quickly she undid her seat belt, turned to face me again, and began climbing between the front seats, to join me, in the back.

“What the hell are you doing Hailey?!” Justine then cried out angrily, as she did her best to keep the car in a straight line on the road.

“I’m just climbing in the back with Steve! Relax mom!” her daughter snapped back.

Once she had squeezed her slim frame between the front seats, she tumbled forward into the back seat next to me, and after quickly turning around, sat up next to me with a grin.

“There! Escort Avrupa yakası That’s better! Now we can chat, without my mother interrupting all the time!” Hailey then said, before glaring at the back of Justine’s head.

Her mother glared back at her, in the rear view mirror, before that short black haired young woman then turned to me, and said softly “So, how big is it… exactly?”

She then placed one of her small soft hands, on my crotch, and gave it a firm squeeze.

I instantly let out a soft moan, as my cock twitched in my trousers, before I glanced nervously back at Hailey.

That hot little brunette then gave my crotch a few more squeezes, until I was heading towards full hardness, and straining at the zipper to be released.

Then, as she continued to give my large bulge, a good fondle, she whispered “Well, it feels pretty big! But, I really think I need to see it, to be sure?!”

Hailey, then began undoing my work trousers, and as she did, I sat there on the back seat of her mother’s car, unsure what to do or say, nervously hoping Justine wouldn’t look our way and see what her daughter was doing, and stop her, before she could finish inspecting my dick.

Then that hot little teen, reached inside my trousers, took a hold of my almost fully hard dick, and pulled it out.

Hailey then smiled, a big naughty smile, and then whispered “Impressive! But, I really want to see it at its best!”

Then without hesitation, she started to jerk me off.

Her small soft hand, gripped my thick firm shaft, and eagerly began moving up and down rapidly, and I moaned softly, as she eagerly stroked me to full hardness.

For the next few seconds, Hailey happily tugged on my cock, while I glanced nervously forward at her mother, who fortunately right then, seemed oblivious to what was going on, and just happily continued to drive us to town.

Then after a bit, that hot, black haired teen, ran her little hand up and down my member once more, before she stopped for a moment, to gaze at it.

“Wow! That is big!” she then exclaimed excitedly, as she stared at my long thick veiny meat pole, in her tight little grip.

“What’s big?!” Justine then asked, hearing her daughters words and curious to know what she was talking about.

“Steve’s dick!” replied Hailey bluntly back.

Her mother glanced in the rear view mirror at us, and her eyes instantly widen in disbelief, as she saw my big hard cock being held tightly, by her young daughter.

“Oh my god!” Justine then exclaimed in surprise, before adding “What are you doing? Why is Steve’s dick out? What is going on back there?”

“Relax mom!” Hailey then replied casually back, before adding “I just wanted to see, what Steve’s cock looked like when it’s hard!”

“Why?! Why did you need to see that?” her mother then asked angrily.

“I was curious, okay!” her daughter replied, before she added with a big naughty smile “It’s not like, I was going to do this with it!”

Hailey then opened her sweet little mouth, dropped her head down, and in one go, swallowed my hard member.

I instantly let out a groan of pleasure, as her wet greedy mouth clamped around my cock, and then began eagerly moving up and down on my thick hard shaft.

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed, as that sweet horny teen started to suck me off, right there in her mother’s car.

“Jesus Christ Hailey! What are you doing?” her mother then cried out in disbelief, as she watched us in the rear view mirror.

Hailey instantly lifted her head up off my dick, and replied sharply “I’m sucking Steve’s big hard dick, mom! What does it look like?!”

Then promptly, that little teen, lowered her head again, clamped her wet hungry mouth back around my cock, and began sucking on my dick again.

I groaned happily, as her little wet lips slid up and down my big thick member, and as Hailey drooled all over my hard cock, Justine just continued to drive us towards town.

“This is not right, young lady! You shouldn’t be doing this sort thing!” her mother then muttered unhappily, definitely not happy with what was going on.

However, she didn’t try to stop us, or pull over and tell me to get out, so, for the next few minutes, as we continued towards town, Hailey’s long black and blue hair bounced up and down in my lap, as her eager sweet wet mouth, slid back and forth along my hard shaft.

Then, just as I could I see houses, and the town’s entrance sign ahead, Justine then called out “Okay Hailey, we’re nearly home. You can stop that now, please!”

Hailey instantly stopped sucking my cock, and I think I heard her sigh unhappily, before she pushed out her tongue out, pressed it against the base of my hard glistening cock, and then slowly ran it up the entire length of my member, until she reached the tip, and then looked up at me, and smiled.

Then she pulled her tongue of my cock with a little flick, before she then asked “So, are you in a hurry to get those supplies, or do you want to come home with me, and Ataköy escort fuck my brains out?”

“I… think, I’ve got an hour or two I could spare!” I replied, giving it all of two seconds to think about it.

Hailey instantly grinned, and still holding onto my thick hard wet cock, she glanced towards her mother and said loudly “Just head straight home, mom! Steve’s coming back with us!”

“What?! Oh no! No! No! No! No way! That’s not happening! Not in my house!” Justine then said firmly, realising what her daughter actually meant.

“Yes mom! I’m nineteen, I can do what I want! And I want Steve, to do me!” Hailey then said defiantly.

Her mother then sighed in despair, but clearly not wanting to fight about it, she just turned the car into a side street, and we headed towards their house.

Hailey and Justine lived in a small two bedroom house, on a typical small housing estate in the town, and as Hailey told me, as we approached their home, we didn’t have to worry about her father, as he had left them several years earlier, so it was just her and her mother.

Justine then stopped the small car outside the house, and as soon as we were stopped, Hailey eagerly climbed out of the car.

I just about managed to get my hard cock, back inside my trousers, then climbed out too, and as the young brunette opened the front door of their home, her mother stepped out of the car, and followed us inside the house.

Eagerly, Hailey then led me upstairs, before we passed a bathroom, and what looked like her mom’s room, and then we reached her room, and quickly stepped into it.

Hailey’s bedroom was like a typical teenager’s room, there was a double bed against one wall, with a flowery duvet on it, a wardrobe and book case, cluttered with clothes and things Hailey liked, and a desk near the window, with lots and lots of makeup items on it.

But I wasn’t really interested in any of that, I was only here for one thing, and that hot little brunette, was eager to give it to me.

As soon as we were in her room, Hailey pulled off her black rock t-shirt, kicked off her trainers, then undid her jeans, and as they hit the floor, that hot little teen stepped out of them, and grinned at me.

She was now stood, in a little white bra that held in what looked like, a nice pair of small, but perky B cup boobs, and a pair of stripy coloured panties, that clung to what looked like, an already damp little mound.

Then she stepped towards me, and began eagerly undoing my trousers again, and as soon as they were undone, she let go of them and they dropped to the floor.

That hot little teen then took a hold of my hard cock, and eagerly began jerking my length again, and as her warm soft hand, slid up and down my meaty member, she asked playfully “You ready to fuck my little wet pussy? You ready to put your big fat cock, in my little wet cunt?”

“Oh yeah!” I replied eagerly.

Hailey then grinned back at me, before she let go of my hard throbbing cock, took a hold of her little panties, and began pushing them down.

In seconds, her little knickers slid down her slim pale legs, and hit the floor, before she stepped out of them, and I got a good look at her soft, smooth, little mound.

It was perfectly bald, and look good enough to eat, but I think we were past that, because Hailey then turned around, moved to her bed, and climbed on to it.

Facing away from me, on all fours, she presented her little round rear to me, and I could see her pink little pussy too, and eagerly I kicked off my trainers, stepped out of my trousers, and moved towards her.

Then stepping up behind her, holding my hard dick in my hand, I placed it up against her little teen pussy, and with a gentle thrust, I eased myself into her.

That hot little brunette, instantly moaned in pleasure, as she felt my big round cockhead pushing into her, between her little pink pussy lips, and, as they spread open for me, I slipped inside of her.

Hailey let out another big moan of pleasure, as I filled her with my big hard cock, and once I was most of the way inside of her, I placed my hands on her little hips, then eased back.

Then pushed into her again, and she let out another loud moan, before I eased back again, and then pushed into her once more.

Steadily, I started to fuck her tight little pussy, pumping into her back and forth, and giving her most of my big hard cock, as I did.

That hot little teenager, moaned over and over loudly, as I thrust in and out of her sweet little pussy, and for several wonderful minutes, I fucked her nice and steadily from behind, and I think we both enjoyed it.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” she moaned happily, as I slid my hard dick in and out of her.

As I was pumping into Hailey’s little wet hole, thrusting my big thick member in and out of her wet little cunt, and she was gripping the bed sheets, and pushing back against my every thrust, I suddenly felt like we were being watched, and glancing over my shoulder, I saw Justine Şirinevler escort bayan stood just outside the doorway, sneakily peering in.

She was clearly trying to be discreet about it, probably checking I wasn’t hurting her daughter, but with a glass of red wine in her hand, she now stood transfixed, watching me pump Hailey.

At first, I wasn’t sure what to do?! Should I tell I Hailey? Should I stop? But, as Justine clearly seem just content to watch, I thought what the hell! And just continued on, fucking her only daughter in front of her.

Hailey was still oblivious to what was going on behind her, and just continued to moan in pleasure, as I fucked her hard and steady from behind, and for another few minutes, that red headed MILF watched quietly, as I fucked her daughter’s wet little pussy.

Then after a bit longer, I felt the need to fuck Hailey harder, and began to pump faster and firmer into her, and as I held onto her little waist, she moaned louder in pleasure as I did.

Pretty quickly, that hot little teen, began to cry out “Oh Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

As she felt my big hard dick pounding into her, and happily I continued, pushing my entire thick member, deep into her little pussy.

“Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh god!” she gasped over and over, as I fucked her excitedly.

For several hot amazing minutes, I fucked that hot little brunette hard from behind, until finally, I felt myself getting a little too excited, and with a groan, I pushed in deep, and then stopped, so not to finish things to soon.

“OH FUCK!” Hailey cried out loud, as her little brunette head tilted back, as she felt my entire thick, hard length, filling her little pussy.

Then with a big heavy sigh, her head dropped onto the bed, and she lay under me, gasping for air, trying to catch her breath back.

As that hot little teen relaxed for a moment, I leant in over her back, pressing my hot, sweaty, body against hers, and then whispered in her ear “Your moms watching us!”

Hailey turned her head towards the doorway, and then seeing her mother stood there, watching us, she called out to her “Mom. Either come in, or go away? But don’t just stand there, creepily watching us!”

Justine, instantly looked rather embarrassed, and clearly wasn’t sure what to do, before her daughter then said “Just come in, and sit here, okay!”

She patted the bed next to us, and after a moment, Justine nervously stepped into the room, and then quietly sat down beside us, on the bed.

Hailey then pulled herself off my big hard cock, and as I stood up right, she turned around to face me, and then sat down in front of me, with her slim pale legs spread wide.

“Look how wet he’s made me, mom!” she then said cheerily, giving her little pink pussy a playful slap and a rub to show off how moist it was right then, before adding excitedly “God! His big hard cock is so good! I want him to fuck again and again!”

She then reached forward, took a hold of my hard member, and pulled me towards her again.

Then lining me up at her spread open, pink wet entrance, she began to feed me into herself, and after a moment, I slid in deep into that hot teen pussy again.

Hailey happily let out a pleasurable moan, and then as I eased back, she glanced at her mother, and said “Now watch him fuck me! You’ll love it!”

I then pushed in again, and instantly Hailey moaned loudly, before I eased back, then pushed in again, and once again, that hot brunette teen moaned loudly.

Steadily I started to fuck her, pumping back and forth inside that hot wet cunt, and as I fucked her, her mother sat right beside us, watching everything.

Justine’s eyes stared straight at my big thick member, as it slid back and forth between her daughters stretched, pink pussy lips, and while Hailey was moaning loudly in pleasure again and again, her mother just sat silently, not saying a word.

For several hot horny minutes, I fucked that eager, brunette teen, right in front of her mother, sliding in and out of her wet little hole, and still Justine just sat there watching in silence.

Now, I couldn’t believe this was really happening, it’s not every day you get to fuck a hot brunette teen, while her hot MILF mother sits beside you, watching, but it was, and in a way I was really enjoying it, and I think they were too.

Then, after more steady fucking, making Hailey moan over and over in pleasure again, I sunk in deep and hard again, and as my balls bounced off of her little round arse, she moaned even louder, and gripped the bed sheets tightly.

For a good few seconds that hot little teen was full of my hard dick, and she squirmed and cried out loudly because of it, then finally, I eased back, and she relaxed with a happy sigh.

For a moment or two, Hailey lay in front of me catching her breath, having just been fucked well again, then she looked up at me, and with a big smile said “God, I need that! And now I think, I need to suck that dick again!”

So, I eased my hard thick cock out of her little pussy, and as soon as I did that, Hailey sat up, took a hold of it, and quickly sunk her hungry mouth onto it.

Her little wet lips then raced up and down my hard length, eager to suck every inch that been up inside her, and for a good minute or more, that hot teen showed off her oral skills to her mother.

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I’m laying down in my room at my apartment in a nice town in South Florida. College is over and I’m glad that I can finally rest easy. I get a text from Eva, my stepmom. She says to me,

“Congratulations on finishing college. Any plans??”

I respond back, “No Eva, no plans. I figure I could just rest and probably watch a few films.”

I look out the window and see the sunset. It’s beautiful. Weather is hot but temperature is dropping a bit. I hear my phone vibrate once and I pick up. Eva’s texting me once again.

“That sounds boring. You should go out and have fun. I know you’re not a heavy drinker, but you have to loosen up.”

I had to think about what I was about to say. Before I continue, I should go back eight years and explain.

I met Eva when I was about 24 years old. She was 38 at the time. She was about my height, athletic and brunette hair. We met at a family gathering. I was very shy at first but came around. I never had any resentments towards her. Eva assured me that she would never do anything to hurt her relationship with dad. We got along great and did things as a trio. She works in financing. It’s a tough job but she likes it. She has no kids and no plans of having any. After two years of knowing Eva, my dad asked me about marrying her. I told him that if she makes him happy, marry her. The wedding was at a resort in Atlanta. This was probably in the spring. It was a big wedding. Eva wore a strapless white dress that was a bit revealing while dad had a 3-piece tuxedo.

I got to sat with them at the reception. I was next to Eva. The guests couldn’t stop tapping their glass cups, getting the bride and groom to kiss. I didn’t do that because I didn’t want to be annoying to them. As the music starts playing, the guests started dancing. I wasn’t much of a dancer growing up. I did learn swing dancing when I was a teen. After a half hour of music playing, dad and Eva stepped into the floor and performed their bride/groom dance. I drank my water and smiled as I watched. They kissed and smiled at each other as they danced. After their song ended, they returned to their seats. Eva leaned over towards my ear and whispered,

“Why aren’t you dancing? Ask one of the young ladies over there to dance.”

I leaned towards her ear and replied,

“I’m not much of a dancer. I’m embarrassed to say this, but I prefer older women.”

Eva blushed and whispered,

“Age is just a number. Give me a few minutes and I’ll dance with you. That’s not a request.”

I didn’t respond and stayed put.

10 minutes later, Eva put her hand on mine and said,

“Let’s dance.”

We both got up and walked to the floor. She had my hands placed on her hips as she put hers on my shoulders. We both slowed danced carefully and Eva kept me balanced. I was a bit nervous because I didn’t want my hands to slip lower. Eva whispered,

“Relax, It’s a dance. You’re doing fine.”

I looked into her eyes and smiled, and she did the same. After a few minutes of slow dancing, Avrupa yakası escort bayan we both went back to our seats. Dad gave me a smile and told me that I did great. Few hours later, most guests left. Eva, dad and I walked to the exit of the reception. Eva gave me a kiss on the cheek as dad went to get the car.

“I enjoyed dancing with you. You and I are going to have fun more.” She speaks.

“Dad too?” I asked. She laughs and says,

“Of course.”

Dad’s car pulls up and I open the passenger door for Eva. She winks at me and enters the car door. I wave to them, and they drive away.

I kept in touch with Eva as I was away at college. I would visit her and dad for

the summer. We had a lot of fun. We would have cookouts with friends and family, speedboat riding, go to the beach etc. I wasn’t afraid to confide in Eva whenever I was having problems with college and what goes on in my life. We became close. There would be times where dad wouldn’t be around the house when I visited. It was just Eva and me. She and I would talk, watch a film, drink some wine. She appreciated me being around while dad was gone on business. He works in sales, and it requires a lot of traveling. He sells various things. I wish dad would spend more time with Eva more than his job.

5 years later, I get the news that dad and Eva were divorcing. It seems like his job got in the way of their marriage. Eva was fed up. I remained neutral on their situation. There was no alimony and no arrangements during the divorce hearings. Eva and I kept in touch and told me she was sorry that it didn’t work out. I told her that it wasn’t her fault. I felt bad that he wasn’t around much because of his job. She appreciated me being around to listen and talk. She asked me if I had any luck with women. I told her no because of college and I enjoyed being with her and dad. She blushed and told me that it was sweet of me to say that.

I respond to Eva’s text regarding on celebrating my finishing college and said,

“I’ll celebrate. But I want to celebrate with you.”

I put down the phone and wait. 30 minutes later, I get a text from Eva, and it says,

“I’m on my way. Find something nice to wear.”

I smile and I put down the phone. I go to my closet and grab a light collared shirt and dark pants. I slip on the pants and tuck my shirt in. I put on my dark socks and wear my dark dress shoes. I go to the bathroom and shave. After putting on aftershave on my face, I put on some Cologne on my neck, and I wait in the living room. I get a text from Eva, saying that she’s out front and I leave the apartment. As I left the building, I see this nice dark Mercedes parked. Eva’s hair is tied and wearing shades. She unlocks the door and I enter. After closing the door, I fasten my seat belt. She’s wearing a light blue dress with dark nylon stockings and stiletto heels. Eva starts driving and I relax. She congratulates me and tells me that we’re going someplace special and fun.

20 Escort Ataköy minutes later, she pulls into a parking lot of a nice lounge. After Eva parks her car, we both get out. She puts her arm around my shoulder as we walk. Eva whispers,

“You look great.”

I tell her she looks lovely, and we both enter the lounge. We sit in a booth and order a few drinks. We take our time on the drinks so we both don’t get too drunk. After my 2nd drink, I feel pretty dizzy. Eva laughs at me.

“Having fun?”

I reply, “Dizzy and having fun.”

She and I talked about my experiences at college and how hard the classes were. I told her that I was glad to be out of there. We both relax, waiting for the alcohol to wear off. Eva pays the bill and we both leave the lounge. We both see the sky and watch the stars for a few minutes. I notice that the beach is in the back of the lounge and we both take a walk.

Eva removes her heels as we step into the sand. I tell her,

“Thanks Eva. I needed this.”

She smiles and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

“You’re welcome.”

We sit on the sand and watch the waves. I turn to her, looking into her eyes.

“I’m sorry things didn’t go well with you and dad.”

Eva smiles and replies,

“Don’t worry about that. It’s not your fault. Focus on now.”

We continue looking at the waves and the tide nearly touches our feet. We both stand up and head back to the car. We both enter and closed our doors. I ask her,

“Where to Eva?”

She turns on the ignition and replies,

“Lay down and close your eyes. It’s a surprise.”

I fasten my seat belt and lay down, closing my eyes.

I awake after 40 minutes. I feel Eva’s hand rubbing my shoulder, waking me up. We step out and I stretch, yawning a bit. I turn to see that we’re at her place. It’s a regular house with a beautiful view of the beach. I enter the house and remove my shoes as Eva places her heels down. She puts her keys and shades down on the table in the living room. I sit on the couch as she’s about to climb the stairs. She turns to me.

“Relax for a few minutes, I’m going to be in the shower.”

I nod and lay for a few minutes. I head upstairs to go find the bathroom as Eva’s showering. I knock on the door and tell her that I have to use the toilet. She tells me to come in. I open the door and notice the steam flowing through me. I use the toilet and flush. I look at the white shower curtain as the steam’s flowing around the bathroom.

I open the door and I hear Eva speak.

“Did you have fun?” I turn and say,

“Yea I did. Thanks Eva.”

She asks me if I met anyone special and I told her that there’s one and we’ve been very close since.

“Who is she? I would like to meet her.” She speaks.

Blushing, I tell her.

“It’s you Eva. I’ve been attracted to you for a long time. I couldn’t say anything because I didn’t want to hurt your relationship.”

Eva stands there in silence as she’s washing Şirinevler escort herself. She blushes.

“I had no idea you felt this way. I appreciate your honesty.”

I sit on the toilet and try to relax.

“Would you like to join me?” Eva asks.

I stand up and walk towards the shower curtains.

“Yes Eva.”

Curtains open, revealing her nude tanned body. Her breasts were so beautiful and perky. I see the water rolling down her belly and down to her bare pussy.

I slowly remove my shirt and pants. I look at her as I start removing my socks and boxer shorts. I step into the shower and close the curtains. We both engage in a passionate kiss. I feel her tongue swirling around mind, and we hold each other close. Our hands are rubbing each other’s backs as we’re kissing. I stand behind her and start shampooing her hair. She closes her eyes as I wash her hair. I grab the soap and start soaping her entire body. I rub the soap on her breasts gently and slowly. Eva lets out a soft moan as I massage her breasts. I kiss her back neck as we both rub her breasts. She washes my hair and lays me down. Eva lowers herself, pressing her pussy against my face. I start eating her out and she starts moaning. She takes the bar and soaps my tool. I can feel her stroking me as I’m licking her clit. I moan a bit while licking. She screams and starts cumming. She strokes faster as I’m eating her out. As I lick her clit again, she cums more. She steps away and starts licking the tip of my tool.

We look into each other’s eyes as she licks. I rub her breasts gently as she teases me. I watch Eva put my entire tool into her mouth, gagging. She strokes and sucks like going into a rhythm, and I start moaning. I can see my precum wetting her lips and she whispers,

“Want to make love to Eva?”

I reply, “Yes.”

She lowers herself, sliding my bare tool inside of her. I watch her ride me slowly and she moans. I hold her hips as she rides me up and down. I feel the sound of slaps as she’s riding me. I can feel the warm water wash us, dripping down like we’re sweating. After a few minutes of riding, Eva stands up and leans forward towards the wall. I stand up, inserting my tool inside her from behind and hold her hips. I start to move back and forth slowly, and she starts screaming. I feel the slapping even more. I spank her as I’m thrusting. I grab her breasts as I’m penetrating her deep and she kisses me. I pull back and she lays down. I get on top of her, sliding my tool inside. We kiss as I thrust deeper. I feel her hands on my hips as she’s trying to pull me. I move a little fast. She looks at me and says,

“You’re a beast. Don’t stop. Let go.”

I continue and start to feel the sensation. I say to her,

“I think I’m going to cum Eva.”

She replies, release inside me baby.”

I get confused and ask,

“Are you sure?” She says,

“Don’t worry. Just release.”

I penetrate more and we’re both moaning. I feel the sensation building up more and I kiss her deeply.

“I’m ready.” She screams.

“Cum in me!!”

I start to release inside her. I breathe heavily and pull out. I lay next to her as the warm water washes us. Eva puts her finger on my mouth and says,

“Don’t worry and don’t speak. I had myself fixed over 10 years ago.”

I close my eyes in relief.

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Oliva and Mia and Ava

Chapter 1

I’m a software writer. Well I used to do that, now I’m a man of leisure. I wrote a program that was very well received. It is popular enough that one of the major players bought the program from me for an obscene amount of money. I was able to buy a condo in a great building. I’m on the top floor, fifteen stories. There is one apartment on each corner of the building. Being corner units we all get cross ventilation. Most of the units are much the same layout.

To follow my story I think I should give a rundown on me and my neighbors and how they play in this story.

Like I said earlier, I’m rich. Six foot and 2 inches tall and just under two hundred pounds so I might be a little on the thin side. I was twenty-three single and healthy. Swimming and exercise keep me in shape and like I said thin. Brown hair and not very hairy and some have said I’m good looking. I used to have a girl that I thought I would marry. That was before I sold the program that changed my life. As I was struggling building that program working my normal job she came to me one night and told me, “Jeff you’re a failure and will always be a failure. I don’t love you. And I don’t want to see you ever again.” Then she was gone and for almost two years I was alone. I suffered for the first year.

Then my program became the hit and I sold it. With my new found wealth I treated a few of my buddies to a trip to Vegas. I put up the air fare, the hotel and the meals. I’m not a complete fool; they used their own money to gamble. Apparently word got back to Ginger, my old girlfriend, and she called me one night. As you can guess she wanted to rekindle our romance. She tried to appeal to the good times we had. Especially the times we had in bed. She was a very good lover and I missed that.

“Ginger what we had was I thought something special. You were the best cocksucker I have ever had and you could fuck me out of my mind.” She thought she was getting back with me until I said, “But remember me, I’m a failure and always will be. So I think you should find a man that will be a success and make you happy.” Then I hung up. So I have been without a woman in my life. Afraid of getting burnt again I think.

And that’s enough about me. My neighbors are: Oliva, Mia and Ava.

Oliva is maybe in her mid to late 40s. Short maybe 5 foot four or five with an average build. I have no idea how to guess boob size so I call them small, medium and large. Oliva is definitely a medium. She’s a widow; her husband was killed in a vehicle accident a few years ago. The trucking company’s insurance company gave her a big check. That along with several life insurance policies set her up financially. She is an avid fan of cooking cakes, cookies and pies. And she volunteers at a local school with little kids. She helps them with reading skills.

Then there is Mia. She is the athlete in on our floor. Tall and thin, she runs in marathons. Last year she was in Boston for the big race. Being in her mid-fifties she always comes in the top ten in her group or class, whatever they call it. Brown hair with streaks of gray she wears it long and most often in a ponytail. Being thin her breasts are in the small category. But they look great when she is wearing her running clothes. Never been married, she received a large inheritance when her father died. And some stocks keep her in spending money.

Last but not least is Ava. She too is tall, shorter than Mia but still must be almost six foot. Her boobs are in the medium to large range. A light skinned black woman with very expressive eyes. She keeps her hair cut in what used to be called a Prince Valiant style. At first she was kind of cool toward me but one day I helped her carry some groceries up and after that she was always friendly. She told me she was divorced for the past year. Apparently she received a good settlement to be able to live in this building.

Chapter 2

Now I think maybe I can get to the reason you are reading my tale.

I meet Oliva in the elevator one afternoon and had a pleasant talk as we rode up to our floor. As we arrived on the top floor she asked if I would like to have dinner with her. Being free and hungry I told her I would love to. Yes, I could bring wine. She promised a good steak and salad if that would please me. As we ate she seemed to be drinking a lot of the wine and my bottle was soon empty. I offered to get another but she said she had some in the refrigerator. After the table was cleared she led me into the living room and had me sit on the couch with her. That is when it got interesting.

“May I ask you a personal question Jeff?”

“You can if I have the option to not answer.”

It then dawned on me the Oliva may be drunker than I thought. “Are you gay?”

“Why would you ask that or even think it?”

“You’re a handsome man, tall, intelligent, well-spoken on many subjects and I think well built. And I don’t see women coming istanbul escort and going from your apartment. And when you leave you aren’t gone long enough to be visiting someone. So…maybe you are gay.”

I was completely taken back. Was Oliva spying on me and if so why? It appeared that I may to have had a bit too much of the wine also because I answered her. “No, I’m not gay. I am just getting over someone that hurt me.”

“I’m sorry Jeff. I should mind my own business. Please forgive me if you can.”

“No it’s alright. I can understand your curiosity.”

“Well than…can I ask one more private question?”

“Why not, you already asked a question that was kind of private.”

“Well this one I would never ask if I was sober. Most of my life I had a man. Even before we were married Charles and I were together. Now he is gone and I miss what we had. The time we would spend being together in bed, on the couch, on the kitchen table, in the shower and even on the floor sometimes if we got in a hurry. Do you know what I’m saying Jeff? I’m frustrated. How do you cope without someone to share yourself with?”

Being a little drunk I felt I could give her a straight answer in one word “Masturbation.”

“Oh…I’ve tried that. It doesn’t work. I can’t get into it for some reason. I touch myself, you know, down there and not the same, but I still have a feeling of needing the release.”

“Maybe you should look at or read some intimate material. Have you tried the internet? There can be some interesting and stimulating videos to watch or some sites have erotic stories. If I find myself wanting some personal time I may do that at times.”

Then she confessed that she only used her computer to email her children and grandchildren. “I have no idea how to use it for anything other than email. Can you show me sometime? Maybe when I’m not drunk and making a complete fool of myself?”

That seemed like a good idea and we made a plan for me to stop over the next day around noon. When I knocked on her door it took a long time before she answered. “Oh my goodness you’re here. Did we really agree to do this? Are you going to show me sex stuff on the computer? Oh…I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

I told her that if she wanted we could forget the whole episode and I could just go back to my home. She looked me right in the eye and asked, “Would you think badly of me if I let you do it?”

So I assured her it was completely up to her and it was none of my concern what she did and how she did it. “If you want to or if it brings you pleasure then you can watch whatever you want to. I can only say that there are times that I enjoy watching and sometimes I don’t.”

She thought for a moment and stood back to let me in. First I found out no internet protection program. So we had to fix that. Then running the first update and scan took forever. Which was kind of a good thing; because we had fresh apple pie and coffee while we waited. Oliva also seemed to relax during the wait. The next step was to hook it computer up to the TV. I told her sometimes the big screen really brought everything in so neat. I also showed her how to unhook it so her laptop could join her in another room, like maybe the kitchen or maybe the bedroom if that was more comfortable.

“Are you ready? I can give you a course on surfing the net now.” In a few minutes she learned that search engines are her friend. All things can be found with one. I showed her how to search for a few things. “Okay ready for the big step? Just type in a few words of what you want to find like maybe free porn. Now just click on the top link.” Like magic there was a bunch of small pictures showing all kinds of sexual activity.

“Oh my goodness…I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Look at what they are doing.”

After showing her how to select a single video I prepared to leave. But she wanted me to stay for a bit in case she had other questions. I watched her become entranced with the movie she was watching. A guy was fucking his partner in the doggy position; she was moaning and encouraging him. He suddenly pulled out of the woman and the movie ended.

“What happened? Did I break something? Is it over?”

So I had to explain video clips and showed her how to tell how to tell how long it would be. And how they were like the trailers for movies on regular TV. Then I explained how to search for a particle subject. Naturally she needed a demonstration. So I typed oral in the search box. She fell back on the couch when the screen was filled with small screens showing cocks and mouths all working. And when I had her click on one it exploded to full size. A redhead was licking and sucking with great enthusiasm on a giant cock. Oliva’s mouth was hanging open.

“Oh my God, do you see what she is doing? Look how big his penis is. They don’t really grow that big…do they? Is this a fake somehow? Jeff, look at what she’s doing to him. She’s putting istanbul escort bayan all that in her mouth. She’ll choke to death. And he doesn’t have any hair down there. I can’t watch. How do I stop this?”

So I had to explain how the whole thing was actors, just like any movie you might watch. They mostly hired men with big endowments for these types of movies. And these short clips were advertisements and they hoped a person would sign on to their web site and pay to watch the whole movie. Just as I finished with explaining the concept the guy on the screen pulled back and started to jerk off.

“Look Jeff, he’s masturbating. Oh look he’s shooting all over her face. That poor girl, he’s got it all over her. Why would he do that? Charles wouldn’t do that do me. Look…she’s wiping it off and putting it in her mouth”

All that was happening had an effect on me. The movie, Oliva’s comments, my lack of sexual release the past week caused the reaction you might expect. To say I might be getting excited would be an understatement. As the clip ended I stood and told Oliva it appeared she had it figured out and it was time for me to leave. Pulling her eyes from the TV she turned and was looking right at the bulge in my jeans before looking up. “Yes…thank you for helping me. I think I have it figured out. If I need any more help can I give you a call?” I told her to feel free to call me anytime. As I opened her door her parting remark, “And if you need help with anything let me know…okay?”

At home I didn’t need to do anything except drop my jeans and boxers on the floor and take care of a very pressing need. Damn, did it ever feel good when the pressure was released? Oh yes it did. After stripping off the rest of my clothes a shower to clean up and I was ready for the rest of my day. Part of the day I spent daydreaming about Oliva. She was a lovely woman. Thinking about Oliva kept me in hardness for the next week.

Chapter 3

For some reason I woke up earlier than normal one morning and decided that a little run before breakfast would do me good. Dug my running shoes out of the closet, wiped the dust off of them and headed out the door, just as Mia was coming out of her door. Like me she was dressed to run. Except she looked a whole lot better than I did with her tight top and bottoms showing that she was in really good shape. It made me feel like a slob.

“You look like you’re going to get some exercise this morning. Want to run with me? I thought I would go around the park. I don’t have much time, just a quick workout.”

I couldn’t tell her that it might be a stretch for me to make it to the park and back much less around the park. You know the manly ego and all. So off we went. By the time we had gone two blocks she was stating to pull away from me. It appeared she had forgotten me. By the forth block Mia was gone around the corner.

By the time I reached the park Mia was just leaving it. With a big grin she asked “Wow…how did you get here ahead of me? Shall we start back?” And giving me a break she asked, “Do you mind if we walked part of the way? I felt a little strain in my thigh.”

By the time we got back Mia was actually limping a little. I asked if there was anything I could do for her and she said, “Actually there is. If you would massage my left leg a little it will help. I get these from time to time.” The chance to put my hands on one of those good looking legs was too good to ignore. She came back from the bathroom with a bottle of oil and handed it to me. “Let me get a beach towel to spread on the couch. That stuff is kind of messy.”

After covering the couch she lay down with her left leg on the outside and put her other leg up over the back. The position uncovered her tight running shorts and a camel toe. Oh crap. I didn’t need that. Then heaven shined down on me as I opened the bottle. “Wait a moment. Let me take these off. I don’t want to get them stained.” And Mia stood, pulled her bottoms off and lay back down. I don’t know if she knew it or not but she wasn’t wearing any underwear. As her right leg went back on the couch back everything was exposed. If the camel toe was exciting to see just picture what I could see now. Trying to be a gentleman and maybe not get killed, I looked away, “Mia, you’re not wearing.”

“Yah, I know. No undies. I never wear them when running. You’ve seen one before haven’t you? Just don’t get any of that oil on it. It stings something awful.”

I didn’t get any oil on it. But I did spend a lot of time staring at it. She was trimmed very short. I was mindless rubbing my hands up and down her thigh. And sometimes my hands went past the knee down almost to her ankle. “Jeff. I think it’s good. You can stop now.” Coming out of my trance I stopped rubbing and just looked. And then it dawned on me, she was wet. A slight sheen was covering the lips. “Jeff. Can you do one more thing for me? If you would I could do something for escort istanbul you.”

I looked up at her face to see a woman in distress. Her top was pulled up exposing her breasts and one hand was pulling on a nipple. “Lick me Jeff. Please lick me. I need it.” I licked and I sucked and it only took a minute or two and Mia was moaning and thrashing out her orgasm. Mia was laughing “Damn Jeff, you are good at that. Somebody really taught you good. If I ever get tight muscles again I know just who to call for relief.”

I had been sitting on the floor to massage her leg and had moved to a knelling position when she asked for the finish. “Stand up Jeff.” She swung her body around as she sat up. “It’s your turn now Jeff.” It took her a second to pull my shorts and jock strap down. “Whoa, I bet it must have been painful jammed into those tight things when your cock was trying to get hard.” Getting hard was not a problem when she pulled the jock strap down. I sprung up very nicely. And Mia has skills besides being able to run. It took a minute longer for me to boil over than it did her. I warned her when it was coming and she pulled me out of her mouth and gave me a couple of strokes and licked the tip. A couple of more strokes and she pointed me at her tits as I exploded.

“Did I do it okay Jeff?” That was a silly question. My ex-girlfriend was very good at oral but maybe this was the best one ever and I told her so. Not the part about my ex but her being the best ever. I’m not a complete fool, some parts still need work. I also offered to massage her again sometime if she ever felt the need. I started toward the door, “Jeff, maybe you want to put your shorts back on before you go out the door.”

Chapter 4

A week later I was just getting home and as the elevator door opened and Ava ran into me trying to get in. “Oops…sorry Jeff. I’m in a bit of a hurry. See yah later.” Five minutes later my doorbell was ringing. There was Ava leaning against the wall. “I was told by a certain someone that you are an expert massager. Is it true?”

“No I am not…absolutely not, I can’t believe someone would be telling those stories or lies about me.”             

“Are you sure? I just hurt myself and Mia had told me how you helped her with a sore muscle. Can you take a look…please?” It turned out she was rushing to get somewhere, while running to her car slipped on a crack in the sidewalk and almost fell. The result was a twisted ankle.

“I can look, but I’m not a doctor. I can take you to the urgent care if you want.”

“No, can you just go over and ask Mia for some of her pain oil.” By the time I had knocked on Mia’s door, borrowed her special oil and got back Ava was on my couch. Strangely almost in the same position Mia had been a week earlier. She had removed both shoes and the bright red toe polish against her soft brown skin was very striking. I quickly decided that looking at her long slim legs would not be a chore, so I got a large towel to cover the couch and had her get up so I could drop the towel in place. I’m kind of a clean nut and a stain on the fabric would freak me out. With her left leg bent at the knee and drawn up and the other leg was just barely on the couch. I was getting a good look at her legs. Both of them and what was even better, her skirt had ridden up and was showing me a lot, almost to her panties. I sat down and grabbed a cover off the couch arm and put it on my lap. When I gently picked up her injured leg and foot, she groaned a little.

“Easy please. It’s starting to hurt even more.”

I started to say I was sorry and looked up at her. Her skirt had moved up even further and she wasn’t wearing panties. Not unless they were dark chocolate colored and hairy. I must have made a sound because Ava’s hands quickly covered her exposed lady parts. “Shit…oh shits…damn it.” Looking up at her face and she was turning a darker shade of brown. “I’m so sorry Jeff. I forgot…what must you think of me?” I could only tell her that she was a lovely woman and I enjoyed the view, the little while it lasted anyway. She had turned back to her normal coloring. Then she colored again and moved her hands. “Okay look at me. Do you really like what you see? My hubby thought it was gross. He would never do more than glance at it. Not ugly?”

I assured her it was not ugly. In my humble opinion it was wonderful. A woman had many wonderful parts but down there was the best and hers was just great. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. I love what I see. A woman in all her glory and you can be proud of what you have.”

“You want to touch me?” Apparently her sore ankle wasn’t a problem many more. Other things were on her mind. Remember I told you I wasn’t a complete idiot? I’m still looking for the missing parts. I ran one hand up her leg then I grabbed the towel in my lap and wiped down my hands. The next time my hand was on the inside of her thigh. I stopped just as I felt the first hairs. I took her good leg and moved it up on the couch back and the bad leg so her foot was on the floor. She was completely wide open when I got serious with what I was doing. It took maybe five minutes with my fingers and tongue and she was crying out and a small amount of fluid seeped out and ran down across her perineum to the towel.

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Once you are out of high school, about five years after they tend to ask you to come in again. To check up with your former class mates. To have some chit chat with some former teachers. To spend a nice evening together.

I ignored the first two of those invitations. I was out of town, I was not in the mood and high school itself didn’t seemed to have ended that long ago. But when the third invitation, fifteen years after my graduation, I was meanwhile thirty three years old, I was thinking why not. It could be an interesting evening.

So I called my mom. I told her that I was coming back home for my high school reunion. She was more than just glad to hear that I would show up, and she asked me to stay longer. A move I was clearly anticipating, so I said yes, I’d love to spend some time back at my small home town. And to be honest, I wasn’t lying at all. I was not getting younger, and all of a sudden I really began to miss that town in the middle of nowhere.

A few months later I arrived back at home. I checked in in my old room, it partly still was untouched, but dad built his gaming center into it — yes, my dad in his mid fifties is a die hard gamer. After arriving in the afternoon we had a family dinner together. Just mom, dad and me. My siblings and their families were invited for another day. We were sitting, chatting and enjoying each others company until past midnight.

The next day I was out in town, having about ten cup of coffee while meeting up with some old friends of mine. Then it was family dinner time. And then I headed out, into my favorite bar in town. A place I once was a regular too. And to my surprise it still looked and smelled the same. Well, minus the cigarette smoke cloud.

In the bar, on our old table, my two best friends from high school were already waiting for me. Like me too the both left town after graduation. The both life on different continents now. But they both took the reunion as a reason to take a vacation, to visit their old hometown for a couple of days.

We had a lot to talk about. We had a few drinks. We were talking about what was going on in our lives right now, but for the most time, we talked about our good old days. It was nothing but a nostalgia filled trip. And in the end, despite the other two were happily married and with children, we talked about the women from back then. It was nothing but a great evening.

The next day was family time. My siblings showed up. My nephews, my nieces kept me busy all day long. It was great meeting them again. But it was also exhausting. I went to bed around ten, and slept through the bigger part of the next morning.

The afternoon I spent doing nothing, preparing myself for the high school reunion in the evening. No, I wasn’t nervous. Just curious and looking forward to it. And nope, I wasn’t planing on dressing up fancy, I just jumped into my favorite clothes and my father drove me to the high school. On our way there we picked up the two friends I was out drinking with earlier in the week.

After arriving my friends and I made a few rounds through the place. Lots of familiar faces, but with some it just took some time to figure out who they are, because people can change a lot in the time from age eighteen Tüyap escort bayan to age thirty three.

A lot of chit chat was going on. A lot of what are you doing now, I am doing this, I am doing that. But then she showed up. My old high school crush. She still had it. She still caught my eye. And she still was able to give me a raging boner. But unfortunately, there was a ring on her finger. She was taken. She staid in our hometown. She probably had a loving husband and around five children to take care off.

One of my friends realized what was going on. He realized how my eyes were undressing my former high school crush. He told me some things about her. Things that put a huge smile on my face: “She married a former teacher when she was twenty. It was a huge scandal in town. Now she has three children with him. They still are married. They still get along more than just well. But they decided to open up their marriage a few years ago. Again, it was big talk in town. So try your luck. Maybe you can stick him into your former high school crush.”

Why not, was all that came to my mind. I was single, I had nothing to loose and she still had it. So I did something that younger me never would have been able to do. I grabbed two drinks, waited for the right moment then I went over to her and began a conversation. Using a “do you remember back then” thing as a conversation starter.

And it worked. It broke the ice, a conversation was erupting and while talking I was barely able to keep my eyes of her. She was checking me out too. The conversation turned into a sexual one. Some tension was building up. And soon after the two of us were looking for an empty classroom to have some fun in it.

It didn’t took long a we found a suiting location. We went in, passionate kissing set in, our hands were all over each other. Something else took over. We wanted each other. So we forgot to close the door.

A few minutes later she was sitting on the teachers desk, with her skirt pulled up and her panties hanging from one of her ankles. My pants, my boxers were on the ground. Our hands were all over each others bodies. My dick was slowly sliding inside her dripping wet pussy. And a former teacher of us, was watching. Something we didn’t realized that was happening, because we were busy doing something else.

Her pussy wrapping herself around my rock hard dick felt nothing but awesome. She asked for hard and deep, but not to fast thrusts. She got what she wanted. I enjoyed giving her every single one of them. Every single thrust brought me, brought us closer to an orgasm.

More and more tension was building up. Our moaning was filling the classroom, and probably the floor in front of it. I felt an orgasm building up. Her hands began to grab the skin on my back. Yes, through my T-shirt.

I gave her another thrust. And another one. Then boom, my balls emptied themselves inside her pussy. She came shortly after me. Her legs were trembling a little bit. We collapsed onto each other. Then I gently pulled out, messing up the desk more than just a little bit.

Then we cleaned each other up, kept on talking for a while, left the classroom and joined the party again. We split ways as soon Escort Tüyap as we were back at the party again. I clearly was nothing but a one off, a quick fuck to cure horny. And I had no problem with it.

My two friends gave me a high five when the realized what I had done. They asked me questions about who it was, they got no answers. The fact that I was fucking my former high school crush on during our reunion was enough of a rumor, enough of news for the whole town. And yes, they all were talking about it the next day.

But the evening wasn’t over yet. I shared a few drinks with my friends, when all of a sudden my former math teacher showed up. She meanwhile was about sixty five years old. She still had it. She caught my eye. And we quickly had a conversation up and running. About how bad I was at math, and that doing something more creative was probably the right decision for me and my life.

But that wasn’t all. We kept on talking for some time. My friends disappeared into nowhere, and she, my former teacher got touchier with every minute. She was hitting on me. Again, for the second time that evening, I was thinking why not, so I hit back on her. We were flirting. We were undressing each other with our eyes. And it was her, who made the final move: “Wanna fuck some real woman instead of those young girls that don’t know how to touch a dick?”

All I was able to do after she said those last words was nodding with my head. Her direct approach caught me by surprise. She realized what was going on, and a huge smile appeared on her face. Then she took me by my hand: “Just follow me.”

We headed through half of the building. We headed towards the principal’s office. To my surprise, there was her name on the door. Yes, she still was working, and by the looks of it, she was calling the shots now. But she also was shortly before her retirement. So she had nothing to loose anymore.

The moment we were in her office, the moment she closed the door behind us, she got out of her pants and panties, she placed herself onto her expensive looking office chair and spread her legs for me: “Be a good boy, take care of your former teacher’s pussy.”

A few moments later I was on my knees, totally naked, because why not, and my tongue was on her pussy, my tongue was inside her pussy. She tasted great. And eating her out gave me a real boner. One of those that are able to drive nails into walls.

But my tongue wasn’t enough for her. She demanded that I’ll bring some fingers into the game. She lubed them up by sucking on them, by spitting on them, then one after the other went inside her pussy. In the end, four of my fingers where sliding in and out of her pussy.

More and more tension built up. Her moaning got more and more intense. My fingers still were sliding in and out of her pussy, my tongue was teasing her clit, when her legs began to shake, began to tremble. She had an orgasm.

When she was herself again, she pulled me up. She gave me a few gentle kisses. Gentle kisses that turned into passionate ones. Her hand was sliding up and down my dick. She made me sit down on her desk, then she rolled her chair closer and my dick disappeared in her mouth.

She took me balls Tüyap Escort deep. She took me down her throat. It felt nothing but great. She knew what she was doing. She even gagged a little bit on my dick. Luckily it wasn’t my first fuck that night, so I was able to keep on going. I was able to fully enjoy what she was doing with me.

To make things even better she began to squeeze my balls. Now I came closer and closer to an orgasm much faster then I wanted. I tried to concentrate, I tried to focus. And I succeeded. I managed to keep my loads inside my balls.

And then she stopped. She opened up a drawer and pulled some lube out of it. Nope, it clearly wasn’t her first fuck in her office. She handed it to me, then she stood up and bent herself over her desk. I placed myself behind her, I poured some lube on her pussy, I drowned my own dick in it.

Then I gently slid my more than just hard, already pre cum dripping dick inside her. It felt nothing but awesome. Moaning escaped my throat from the beginning on. Moaning escaped her throat too. Our moaning was filling the room.

I gave her hard, deep, but not too fast thrusts. She asked me to fuck her that day. I gave her what she wanted. I went in balls deep. I went in hard. But I took my time. I kept up the slow paste. I enjoyed every single thrust I gave her.

But I had to hold myself back. I wanted to finish her off first. It was nothing but demanding. It felt too good. More and more tension built up. Until I lost it. Until an inner animal took over. I just fucked her. All that mattered was my dick sliding in and out of her pussy.

I fucked myself, I fucked her towards an orgasm. Sweat was running down our bodies. My balls were already aching. One more thrust. And another one. And boom, my balls unloaded themselves. She came with me. Her legs were trembling. Two fireworks went of in two heads.

I collapsed onto her. I kissed her neck. It took me some time to regain myself, it took her even longer. What an awesome fuck. By far better than the first one of the night. And when she was back too, she turned herself around, with a huge smile on her face and asked me one question. One question I will never ever forget until the day I die: “So who is the better fuck, my daughter or me? I ran past a classroom earlier today, and I say the two of you having fun together.”

Fuck, I totally forgot that my high school math teacher was the mother of my high school crush. And fuck yeah, I was fucking a daughter and her mother in the same evening. Not in one fuck, but well, hell yeah. And I gave her an honest answer: “You are, by far.”

When I told her that, a huge smile appeared on her face. She blushed a little bit. She gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek: “Thank you.”

Then we left her office. We left the principal’s office. The high school reunion was mostly over, a few people were still hanging out, having a few drinks together. My friends were still there too. The nodded towards me, they gave me a thumbs up when they saw me and our former teacher walking past them. Again, they knew exactly what I had done.

My former math teacher and I, we left the reunion. We called a cab, we drove to her place. I staid over night, we had some awesome morning sex the day after, but that was all that came out of it. Our ways split up after that one night, after that one moment. But word about what I had done spread in my hometown, the story turned me into an urban legend: The guy that fucked a mother and her daughter at a high school reunion.

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Abigail’ Secret

This story concerns a burgeoning love affair between Abigail, a lady in her early fifties, and Tom, who is twenty-five years younger. The age gap is significant, but Abigail also has a secret.

The eponymous lady is based upon a member of staff that helped me out in a DIY superstore recently. My thanks to her.

I hope you enjoy this story and I look forward to receiving comments.

Sylviafan

It all started after I decided that the downstairs shower was just too revolting to use anymore. The whole room needed updating, but I couldn’t afford to do that so I decided on a quick makeover for the shower: strip the mouldy silicon sealant out and scrape away the grout that had turned orange with fungal growth. I’d got most of the stuff I needed but when I came to re-grout the tiles I found the tube of grout I’d got had dried up, so I popped into the local DIY superstore after work one Tuesday and that’s when I met Abigail.

I wasn’t in a hurry or anything when I entered the vast store with its endless aisles of steel racking and I spent a bit of time in the shower section looking at what I might buy when I refurbished the room. I found the tiles section easily enough, and a display with tile cutters and grouting tools and almost everything else you could think of – except grout and tile adhesive. I couldn’t see them anywhere. I marched up and down aisles but drew a blank. Reaching the end of one aisle, I came across a member of staff. She had her back to me and was humming to herself as she entered data from a display onto a tablet. She wore the staff uniform of black polo shirt, with company logo on the back, and black trousers.

‘Excuse me,’ I said approaching her.

She turned to me and gave me a smile. ‘How can I help you, sir?’ she said in a clear and even voice, with just a trace of local accent.

My stomach turned over as I looked at her. I should say here that I’m a sucker for a mature lady and this one was close to my ideal. She was tall, around five nine, I guessed, with chestnut hair cut in a short bob. She had an attractively tanned face with full lips, hazel eyes and slightly hooked nose. When she smiled she showed strong, even teeth. Not film-star white but not yellow. She appeared to be in her fifties with marked crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes and faint lines on her cheeks and above her upper lip. She wore a name badge that said “Abigail”.

I swallowed, realising that I was in danger of gawping at her. ‘I’m looking for tile grout,’ I said. ‘I can’t seem to find it.’

Her smile broadened. ‘Follow me.’

I fell in behind her, admiring the fit of the trousers around her bum and the length of her legs. She walked a few aisles along then stopped and pointed. ‘Down at the end, on the right.’

I’d walked that aisle at least twice! Why hadn’t I seen the bloody stuff? ‘Thank you,’ I said and she smiled at me again and turned away. I watched her disappear around a corner and then went and picked up tube of white grout and headed for the check outs.

And that should have been the end of it, except that I couldn’t stop thinking about Abigail. She was gorgeous. A perfect example of a sexy older lady, at least as far as my sixty-second exposure to her had indicated. That night I thought about her while I masturbated; what she would look like naked; what she would look like bouncing up and down on my erection; what she might smell like and taste like; what her most intimate places might look like and if she made much noise when she came. The following day at work I thought about her some more, and again in the evening. I masturbated twice that second night and woke in the morning with another boner which had to be relieved before I went to work. On an impulse, I went into the superstore on my way home from work the following day, but there was no sign of her. I was unreasonably disappointed but that was that.

Except it wasn’t. I went into the store the next evening, which was a Friday, then again on Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon. Nothing. I was tempted to phone the superstore and ask for Abigail, but somehow I didn’t think that would work. On Monday I told myself to stop being so daft and I went straight home after work. On Tuesday, a week after I’d seen her, I told myself that maybe she only worked Tuesdays and I ended up going into the store during my lunchbreak, although it was miles from where I worked.

And there she was, putting packets of screws onto a display stand. I walked past her a couple of times to make sure I’d got the right person. She didn’t notice me, although the place was very quiet that lunchtime and there was no one else in the aisle. It now struck me forcibly that I had no plan for talking to her. This probably sounds silly but I don’t think I ever really thought I’d see her again, so I hadn’t thought about what I’d say to her if I did. I walked past again and lurked by the masonry paint while I thought about what to do. In the end I just went up to her.

‘Excuse me.’

She Haramidere escort turned and smiled. ‘How can I help you?’

‘You showed me where the tile grout was the other day,’ I began.

‘Oh, did I?’

‘Yes. And you’ll probably think I’m a complete lunatic but I just wondered if you’d like to have a coffee with me, sometime.’ I tailed off, my face flushing with embarrassment.

Abigail’s smile faded a bit and she looked puzzled. ‘You want to have a coffee with me?’

‘Yes. I know it sounds crazy but… Would you?’ I gave her my best “I’m not a nutter” smile. My smile is reckoned to be pretty powerful by the girls I’ve dated. I should add here that although I am very attracted to older ladies, I’ve never actually slept with a lady more than five years older than me; this was radically new territory. And whilst on the subject of my smile it may be worth sketching out what Abigail saw standing in front of her that Tuesday lunchtime: I’m about the same height as her, five nine, with a slim, athletic body. My hair is black and a bit curly and my features are regular, with blue eyes and a firm chin. I’m no Paul Newman but I look ok and I’ve never had a problem with ladies. Until now maybe. It occurred to me that I didn’t even know if she was married. Someone of her age probably was, and I couldn’t see whether she was wearing a wedding ring, so I stood and looked at her with a hopeful expression and she looked at me.

‘You mean after work?’ She was looking at me a little quizzically.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I suppose. In the Starbucks up the road maybe?’

She eyed me critically for a few seconds. ‘Ok,’ she said. ‘Why not. But I don’t finish until six.’

A heavenly choir seemed to rise up and a huge sense of wellbeing enveloped me. ‘That’s great! I’ll see you at six.’ I turned to go then turned back. ‘I’m Tom, by the way.’

‘Abigail,’ said Abigail. She gave me a final quizzical look and a sort of half smile then she turned back to her screws and I left the store.

The afternoon was a rollercoaster of emotions. At first I was in a kind of euphoric haze. Later I alternated between worrying that she wouldn’t turn up and worrying that she would and I’d have nothing to say to her.

I finished at five and drove to the business park where the superstore was and parked outside the Starbucks. Inside I ordered a flat white and took it to a table by the window and sat looking out and sipping the scalding liquid. It was twenty to six. The next twenty minutes dragged by while I sipped my coffee and fiddled with my phone and stared out into the car park. By five past I was starting to wonder if she was coming. At a quarter past I was convinced she wasn’t, although I stayed at my table. At twenty-five past I saw her crossing the car park in the direction of the coffee house and my stomach did a great lurch and I felt vaguely sick. She came through the doorway and stood looking around. It wasn’t busy but a few tables were occupied so I waved and she saw me and came over and I stood up to meet her.

‘I’m sorry I’m late,’ she began. ‘I told my friend I was coming here for a coffee with a stranger and she tried to talk me out of it.’

‘I’m glad she didn’t,’ I said. ‘What would you like?’ Abigail opted for an Americano with hot milk and I went up to order and she sat down at the table.

When I got back we looked at each other across the table and I smiled and she smiled back and for a few seconds I had a horrible feeling that it was all going to go wrong and we’d have nothing to say to each other, nothing in common. In the end, to my shame, it was Abigail who broke the silence.

‘So, Tom, what do you do when you’re not having coffee with strange ladies?’ She smiled as she said this and it was a kind smile and my stomach lurched again because I suddenly knew that it was going to be alright.

I talked to her about my work (I’m a junior lawyer) and I asked her about hers and she told me that she liked working in the superstore because her colleagues were good fun and the general public were generally ok and besides she only worked four days a week. And she told me that she liked walking in the Shropshire hills and cooking and sewing and I began to build up a picture of a lady with simple tastes and no pretensions; a lady that I could come to like very much.

‘I haven’t asked you if you’re married,’ I asked, eventually, although I’d checked out her wedding ring finger and it was bare; in fact she wore no jewellery at all, and just a hint of makeup. She didn’t need much with her colouring. ‘I suppose I thought if you were married you wouldn’t have come for a coffee,’ I added.

‘I’m divorced,’ she said, ‘a long time ago.’ She gave me a level gaze. ‘And you’re single?’

‘Yes, I’m single,’ I confirmed.

‘Can I ask why you wanted to have a coffee with me?’ Abigail’s face was serious. ‘I mean you’re a lawyer and I stack shelves in a DIY store and I’m guessing that I’m between twenty and thirty years older than you.’

I İkitelli escort bayan was a little taken aback, but she was right to bring the subject up. It had been lying unspoken on the table between us. ‘I’ll tell you after I’ve got us another coffee,’ I said. It gave me a chance to collect my thoughts and decide what exactly I was going to say to her. In the end I chose the truth.

‘I thought you were lovely,’ I began. ‘You had a great smile and you’re attractive and I just had a strong feeling that I wanted to get to know you. And I’ve really enjoyed talking to you this evening,’ I added.

‘That’s very flattering, thank you.’ She hesitated. ‘And I’ve enjoyed meeting you.’ It sounded like a preamble to a goodbye.

‘I’d very much like to see you again, Abigail,’ I said quickly. ‘Maybe we could go for a walk together. The Long Mynd or the Stiperstones.’

Abigail paused again, looking at the table. Then she looked up at me with her clear, hazel eyes. ‘Yes,’ she said, slowly, ‘I’d like to do that.’

My head was in a whirl again, my heart thudding with excitement, which I was trying not to show too obviously. We arranged to meet a week on Sunday and I offered to drive but Abigail said she’d meet me in the car park outside Church Stretton, at the foot of the Long Mynd. But she did give me her mobile number. Shortly after that we finished our coffees and stood up.

Outside in the car park I wasn’t sure whether to hug Abigail, kiss her or just shake her hand. In the end we had an awkward little peck on each other’s cheeks and said our goodbyes.

A week on Sunday, the weather was appalling, even by the undemanding standards of a British summer. The skies were leaden and the rain sheeted down, flooding the roads and turning the gutters into little rivers. At nine o’clock I had a text from Abigail suggesting cancellation. I wondered about suggesting a pub lunch but decided that that sounded too needy. She proposed the following Sunday and I agreed.

That next Sunday was gorgeous. Wall to wall sunshine and a gentle breeze. I was nervous and I got to the car park a good half-an-hour before the meeting time, which gave me time to have some butterflies and try to think what we were going to talk about for four or five hours. At five minutes to ten a little hatchback pulled up alongside my BMW and Abigail waved at me from the driver’s seat. We got out and said hello and put our walking boots on and hefted our knapsacks and set off up the broad track that led to the summit ridge of the vast, crouching bulk of the Long Mynd.

It was a perfect day. The breeze on the top was stronger and refreshing and we walked and talked and it felt like we were strangers and intimates all at the same time. We talked about work and politics and sport and a myriad of other topics. She told me about her divorce and the fact that she had a daughter, called Freya, who was only two years younger than me. And we found that we both had a deep love of books and had read a lot of the same authors and so we talked passionately about literature. At midday we stopped for lunch at a pub in Little Stretton and then headed north, back to the car park, which we seemed to arrive at all too quickly.

We changed shoes and slung our bags in the back of our cars and stood looking at each other. We hadn’t discussed further dates during the walk.

‘Thank you,’ I began, ‘I really, really enjoyed your company and I’d very much like to see you again.’

‘Well, thank you for asking me,’ she replied with a smile. ‘I’d like to do something together again too.’

I stepped up to her and held my arms out and she came into my embrace and we hugged, heads on each other’s shoulders. I could smell her shampoo and a light, lemony scent. I pulled my head back and we looked at each other from six inches apart and then we kissed for the first time. And it was slow and gentle and didn’t involve any tongues but it nevertheless felt extremely intimate. I stroked her hair and she tightened her arms around me and we kissed regardless of the groups of walkers going past.

‘You don’t mind about my age?’ she asked, quietly, when we eventually broke the kiss.

I could hardly tell her that that was one of the things that had attracted me in the first place. ‘It is of no consequence,’ I stated, boldly, which was bollocks really because a twenty-five-year age gap (we’d swapped ages) was always going to have consequences in a relationship. But if I knew one thing, it was that I wanted a relationship with her. I wanted to be with her, to know her, to explore her personality, and her body. I felt myself become hard in my walking trousers. ‘Are you ok with it?’ I asked.

‘I think so,’ she replied, and I kissed her again and we said our goodbyes and drove away from the place where we’d first shared a kiss.

Our next date was a meal in a restaurant in Shrewsbury. This time I picked her up from her house, a modest semi-detached place on an estate on the outskirts of the Escort Çapa town. She saw me pull up on the road outside and came out to meet me, so I didn’t get to go inside her house or to meet her daughter, although I was aware of a shadowy figure behind the net curtains, watching us drive away.

Abigail looked superb. She was wearing a black, knee-length cocktail dress and I could see her legs for the first time and they were slim and shapely with graceful calves and ankles. They were also encased in black stockings or tights, which made my heart thump in my chest. Her hair was freshly washed and gleaming and she’d put a bit more makeup on than usual, including a red lipstick. She’d also painted her nails to match. I told her she looked sensational and she gave me a grateful smile.

The meal was good, the service was acceptable and we shared a bottle of the house red. Actually I had one glass and Abigail had three, as I was driving. The restaurant was dimly lit, to encourage the patronage of romantic couples, presumably. There was a candle on the table and we looked at each other over it as we ate and drank and chatted and it felt like we’d been friends for years. It certainly didn’t feel any different to me than when I took ladies of my own age out, and the restaurant staff didn’t bat an eyelid. Perhaps they thought she was my mother.

Afterwards we strolled along the River Severn in the dusk, arm in arm, stopping at frequent intervals to kiss. After the second or third stop, the kissing got more passionate and my tongue slipped into her mouth and she gripped me tightly and pressed her mouth against mine and I got all dizzy with desire.

Towards eleven o’clock, when all the pubs and restaurants were emptying, I said, ‘I suppose I should be getting you home.’ We were sitting on a bench, looking out over the water.

‘I can’t invite you in, Tom,’ she said, quietly. ‘Freya’s got friends round and, well, it’s not the right time for you to meet her.’

‘Are you worried that she’ll think I’m too young?’

‘A bit, I suppose. I do want you to meet her, of course I do. But…’ She paused and I put my arm around her and held her to me, kissing the top of her head. ‘I could come to your house,’ she said, and I wondered if I’d heard right.

‘My house?’ I repeated, stupidly. What, now?’

‘Yes. If you want.’

‘Are you sure?’ I asked.

‘I think so,’ she replied.

So I drove her to my house, which was a three-storey Georgian terrace in the town centre, that I was slowly refurbishing. And when we got there I opened the front door for her and she went in and said how lovely it was and so I showed her round, explaining what I’d done and what I wanted to do and she listened and asked intelligent questions. Afterwards I opened a bottle of wine and drank a large glass almost straight down to settle my nerves. Because I was nervous; I felt like a virgin on his first date. Not that Abigail was in any way intimidating, quite the opposite, it was just that she was here in my house and she was fifty-three and I was twenty-eight and it felt a bit like I was going to take my mum to bed.

But after half the bottle had disappeared, most of it down my throat, I relaxed and we settled onto the big leather sofa in the front room and we kissed and I felt the contours of her body. Her full breasts pressed into my chest and I mashed my lips against hers and explored her mouth with my tongue, tasting her lipstick and saliva and she gently raked her fingernails down my back, making my stomach churn with desire and my cock fill with blood in anticipation.

After a bit I cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it gently. They were round and full and grapefruit-sized and it felt heavy in my hand. I stroked it and ran my thumb over the swell, seeking her nipple and Abigail broke the kiss and gave a big sigh and kissed my neck and ear.

I was in heaven; a genuinely mature lady was in my arms, and a strikingly attractive one at that, and we were kissing and I was fondling her breasts and she was showing every sign of enjoyment. I squeezed her breast harder then released it and slid my hand down over her flat stomach and thighs to the hem of her cocktail dress, where I slid my hand underneath the silky material and onto her stockinged leg. Abigail gave a little gasp, of arousal, not shock, as I slowly ran my hand up her stocking to the lacy top, and beyond, slipping my hand between her thighs and exerting just the tiniest pressure to encourage her to open her legs.

Somewhat to my surprise she responded straightaway, opening her legs wide to allow me full access. At first I was slightly taken aback; I was used to the stop-start seduction of younger girls. Then I remembered that I’d read, or been told, that older ladies tend to know what they want and don’t beat about the bush like their younger counterparts.

Her inner thigh, when my hand reached it, was warm and silky-smooth and firm. I massaged her skin for a few moments then my hand was seeking, and finding, her panties and she was breathing faster and kissing me with passionate abandon and I could feel the satin material of her panties and Abigail kicked off her shoes and lifted one leg and put her foot on the settee so that her legs were agape and I could stroke her pubic mound through the material of her knickers.

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Procuress of the Menu’s Soiree

The Club’s contract for its country estate was signed in early spring. Blueprints were drawn up and renovations began. My cousin, Bizz Man, was designated as the overall Project Manager. But each of you other three gentlemen on the Real Estate Acquisition Committee also made periodic hard hat inspections.

I’m sure each of you had private thoughts on these walk throughs about how best to initiate this magnificent property, recollecting the club’s third-floor library Sunday evening of unbridled sexual pleasures. You most assuredly are the horndog foursome! Again, it was Cyber Man who made the suggestion and the rest of you enthusiastically agreed that a private initiation of this grand estate was called-for.

As Procuress of the Menu, I asked my cousin’s permission to tour the property during its renovation, mainly to be inspired for creating an extravaganza of lewd pleasures. You are to meet me there, and we will do a walk about. I am quite taken by the beauty of the estate’s salon. Opulence! Pure opulence! Could that salon, with its massive wood-carved folding doors and ample space, be divided into more intimate spaces? I have an idea.

The haggard, hot days of late August eventually melded into a colorful fall scene, and the club’s country estate was ready for occupancy. The move in of administrative offices and kitchen set up could best be described as organized chaos, with the newly hired head chef being a bit on the temperamental side. Finally, move in day had arrived, with a parade of vans queued for unloading along the estate’s horseshoe shaped, tree lined drive. And now the grand opening has been scheduled.

Because Cyber Man had a pressing business travel schedule, I was entrusted with the sacred task of creating an evening of sensual pleasures and promiscuity. Cyber Man provided me his personal contact. However, when I placed the call regarding menu options, there was a long “on hold” pause. I’m sure this contact was validating my legitimacy back with Cyber Man — and pretty darn incredulous that a woman would be the liaison for — should we say, an interesting business arrangement of choosing sex menu options for four gents.

Grand opening festivities, along with ribbon cutting by the club’s President, is now slated for Saturday afternoon. Club member families have been invited to tour the grand estate; have lunch; and then enjoy its many outdoor amenities. Little does anyone suspect that there will also be a Friday evening initiation! With the sophistication of this club’s membership, perhaps we should refer to this event as the Friday Night Soiree.

As Procuress, I narrowed the menu of sensual pleasures, then sent the choices out. I also suggested that I had something akin to a half hour of foreplay in mind as general entertainment. The engagement was, again, a two-hour affair. My foursome agreed with this proposal and certainly had their curiosity piqued as to what the forthcoming evening, with foreplay, would entail.

Here’s what was returned as choices from the menu of offered carnal indulgences:

Chrysanthemum Tea [Mi-Cha] (Beautiful Girl)…Selected by U-Man

Babyccino (Cappuccino minus caffeine) [Desiree]…Selected by Bizz Man

Café DuJour…To Be Selected by the Procuress of the Menu for Cyber Man

Café Miel [Taylor)]…Selected by Legal Man

Because of this committee’s work, I have arranged with the President for you gentlemen to arrive and stay over Friday evening. No one else will be present, as I have asked that all of the estate staff be dismissed early afternoon. As Procuress of the Menu, you have not heard from me in quite some time, except for this morning’s texting to assure that each of your arrivals is on schedule. I have also asked you to gather by the closed salon doors promptly at 6:55 p.m., hopefully enjoying your favorite cocktails and hors d’oeuvres at a self-service bar just outside the salon.

Through the door’s peephole, I now see that the four of you are present, and somewhat nervously pacing in anticipation. At precisely 6:59 p.m., music can be heard, along with the staccato of my footsteps moving inside towards the salon doors. I rotate the brass door knobs, thereby swinging those massive salon doors wide open. “Good evening, distinguished gentlemen” is my welcoming greeting, posing in the doorway dressed in my satin mini skirt and tightly buttoned jacket with overflowing chi-chis.

“I am your Mistress of Ceremonies. Please take a seat, so our show may begin. After this ménage � trois foreplay program, each of you will then be escorted upstairs to your individual bedroom suites, where your menu choice awaits you.”

The four gentlemen stroll into the salon through a forest of floor-to-ceiling translucent, fluttering fabric panels. A small portable stage is at the center, flanked by four leather chairs – one positioned on each side. It is not often that I have witnessed you gaping and speechless. The Escort Haramidere salon has truly been transformed and the stage lighting is now dimmed.

A soft spotlight suddenly comes alive and is directed to center stage. Soft music emanates throughout the salon. The dais begins to rotate. Then SHE appears –the perfect specimen of feminine pulchritude in the buff.

Diva Girl is making her turns on stage, throwing out kisses. Her red-auburn hair cascades down the center of her back. Her crotch is clean shaven and her extended fingernails are elaborately adored with deep maroon-colored polish and glued gemstones. As she lifts her arms overhead, her breasts pull up to reveal deeply tanned, rippling muscles. Her body glistens with oils.

Two nude men quietly appear from the sidelines; one is a beefy, toffee-brown skinned guy with his evident hard-on, crowned with a pinkish glans. The other is a muscular, bullnecked dude with artsy tattoos wrapping around his arms, buttocks, and thighs. It’s evident that his erection is ready for Diva Girl.

Our center stage goddess has the privilege of deciding which man for which orifice, to begin tonight’s fucking exhibition. Diva Girl beckons to Mr. Beefy. Her finger nails reach back to spread her butt cheeks wide apart, to best view that dark-skinned shaft penetrating her in rhythmic thrusts. While our goddess is on her knees being screwed, Tattoo Man’s dick has found her succulent lips and warm mouth moisture.

A blur of orgy undulations keeps my gentlemen’s eyes riveted to the stage action. Slouched in those leather chairs and sipping your drinks, it’s OK to ball off. Go ahead! Pleasure yourselves, but remember there is a Part Two of tonight’s entertainment!

Before Diva Girl’s sex partners trade places, your goddess makes a round of each of your four chairs, inviting you to pet her thighs and finger her clit. She then returns to the dais, with Tattoo Man’s pecker slipped into her anus. Her creamy pink ass and upturned vulva offer an arousing banging exhibition, while the second dude’s engorged schlong presses deep into the back of Diva Girl’s throat.

Reaching the threshold of yet another climax, Diva Girl drops down flat onto the stage as her two partners quicken their yank offs, shooting cum into the air and awash across themselves, as well as spraying her face and body. Here’s to bukkake with a chorus of orgasmic groans!

The performance ends.

For a moment, neither actors nor audience move a muscle. There is just the sound of music over silence. Having observed this show from against a darkened wall, your Mistress of Ceremonies emerges from the shadows after this Act One ménage � trois’ performance. Act Two will be the much-anticipated private tête-� -tête sessions.

“Please follow your assigned attendant” are my whispered words of instruction. “I will be accompanying you, Cousin Bizz Man.” We exit the salon two-by-two. Each gentleman is trailing closely behind his assigned escort. How could you not lech after those flouncy black skirts, barely covering shapely derrieres sashaying up the staircase?

Friday Evening: Second Act

Chrysanthemum Tea [Mi-Cha] (Beautiful Girl)…Selected by U-Man. U-Man? Please allow your escort to accompany you to Room 210. Then the door opens, and the escort quietly shuts it behind U-Man.

Dr. U-Man’s business trip to Seoul had certainly been hectic, with the company that was courting his biomed engineering expertise providing him full escort services from landing to his return flight home. He was amazed with such a modern, electrifying city, juxtaposed against ancient shrines. His time was occupied with business meetings, karaoke room bars, Asian beers, bibimbap food sampling and some brief downtown walking tours. Massage parlors and “kiss rooms” were easily accessible, if you only knew where to look. Unfortunately, U-Man had little free time on his hands, but certainly fantasized after beautiful women he saw on the streets. Returning to his hotel room after some really long days, his tired body, with a nightly hard-on, fell directly into bed.

Now, over 6,000 miles returning back home, the opportunity to be intimately with such a woman was directly before him in Room 210. Mi-Cha smiled as he walked towards her; U-Man was absolutely blown away. This would be his first ever intimate encounter with an Asian woman.

With the initial kiss, she began undressing him. His shirt was quietly unbuttoned so Mi-Cha could tenderly kiss his nipples. Then U-Man’s belt was skillfully unfastened and his zipper slowly pealed downwards. The long, slender hands of this diminutive woman cupped his ever-enlarging erection, as she bent down to begin dick sucking like no sensation U-Man had ever experienced before.

His pants immediately dropped to the floor and his back arched so that his penis thrust into the back of her mouth. He was large sized to enter such a petite lady. But, Mi-Cha played İkitelli escort her tongue in sensuous rhythms across his shaft, with her hands teasing his testicles into submission to her wishes. It was all U-Man could do not to ejaculate in the first fifteen minutes of their encounter. Lordy!

His restraint was so that he could explore her body, with its ivory skinned pubic mound crowned with its nest of straight, black hairs. Mi-Cha’s labia outer lips were a deep caramel sugar color, surrounding her pinkish clit. U-Man had her spread eagle on the massive bed, so he could stretch between her legs for a close-up view of her genitals. Using both hands, he tenderly fingered her labia open, with his lips enveloping her clit. His fingers inching back and forth up her vagina caused Mi-Cha to voice a series of sexy, deep throated moans.

U-Man no longer hesitated. He mounted to experience first time intercourse with this Asian beauty. Her constricting cunt did it to him. Hers was one helluva tight pussy! He climaxed, then went limp. However, it wasn’t long after he withdrew that another erection was very much becoming evident. Mi-Cha’s initiated her blowjob to his semen coated cock head, then turned over with her pear-shaped ass rearing invitingly upwards.

U-Man went fucking crazy.

Babyccino (Cappuccino minus caffeine) [Desiree]…Selected by Bizz Man. Cousin Bizz Man? Please allow me to personally accompany you to Room 203. Then the door opens, and I quietly shut it behind you. Tonight’s menu choice has come at a very high price for this hour and a half — and days of making arrangements and my assuring her manager that you would be a gentleman at all times.

Desiree’s silhouette is reflected against the bay window moonlight and she has her back to you. What an alluring feminine profile, draped in a sheer, off-the-shoulder dressing gown, held in place only by her elbows. “Desiree?” you whisper. Her turn towards you is slow and deliberate. Can you really believe your eyes? This is your lifetime, verboten craving posing in front of you — wearing only a gossamer gown and a lacey panty.

Her baby bump is most evident, and her swollen titties invite you to come near. She smiles, and you swallow even harder. Standing before you is the Madonna of your sexual fantasies — briefly taking your thoughts back to married life and screwing a pregnant wife.

Desiree is the one to break the silence by touching your hand and guiding it across her breasts and belly. After all, she is a youthful, healthy woman with her uterus muscles and amniotic fluids closely guarding her fetus. The only caveat to this sexual encounter is that you must follow her directions and be aware at all times of her comfort level. That is a small price to pay for the privilege of your sperm eventually secreting against her thighs.

Desiree has loosened your belt and requested that you undress. The intensity of French kissing drives you to a full monty hard-on, pushing against her baby bump. Her next move is to guide your fingers underneath her panties. Feel the warm moistness of her hugely engorged slit! You bend to shower her stomach with tender kisses and your hands cup her copious boobs with genuine tenderness. Then it is her clit that your fingers play across to gift her with a first orgasm.

With her kneeling, you maneuver your cock against Desiree’s flicking tongue. God, this is ecstasy to be sucked and driven into a sexual frenzy by such a gorgeous, impregnated woman! You can no longer restrain yourself from penetration, as you gently lift her to the bed, assuring that pillows are in place to support her hips and her butt is directed up in the air and legs spread wide apart. A smorgasbord of anal and vaginal fucking rhythms start.

Intermittently in your state of sexual intoxication, you pull out just to view her glistening moisture enveloping your prick. Then comes the pleasure of repeated penetration and thrusting. Eventually, it’s to a point of no return, as you tightly grip her buttocks and ejaculate deep inside of her. There’s the whitish stream of your cum now dribbling down Desiree’s inner thighs.

You have ridden a Madonna tonight.

Café DuJour To Be Selected by the Procuress of the Menu for Cyber Man. Cyber Man? Please allow your escort to accompany you to Room 207. Then the door opens, and the escort quietly shuts it behind you.

Cyber Man was not emotionally prepared for the woman who stood before him in the privacy of this country estate bedroom suite. He has requested of me, Procuress of the Menu, a “dujour” selection of my choosing. After giving his wishes serious thought, I did not hesitate with the choice. Cyber Man wanted to be surprised. And, that he definitely was! Astounded much more accurately describes his reaction.

I had convinced Sienna’s manager to allow her a second rendezvous — the initial meeting, of course, between Sienna [Caramel Brulée] and Cyber Man was back on Çapa escort bayan the third-floor library setting of the club’s downtown building. In that moment it was all about voyeurism and devouring a snatch deliciously framed by heavy swirls of dark pubic hair

Cyber Man carefully placed his drink down on the dresser and, in an instant, Sienna was leaning into him with butterfly kisses all over his neck and her hands tousling his wavy hair. Still fully clothed, their entwined bodies sunk into that heavenly mattress. He completely lost control of his passion, ripping at her buttoned blouse until Sienna’s breasts were fully exposed to his lips, showering her body with hickey after hickey. The weight of his body held her firmly pinned underneath him. Reaching down, he wrested her panties off.

God! Sienna’s cunt secretions and body perfume beckoned to be licked and sucked. Both of his hands pulled her labia lips wide apart and he nuzzled his nose and tongue into her womanly crevice. Her increasingly audible moans of ecstasy pushed him close to ejaculating in his trousers.

He had to back off for a moment, stand up, and undress.

Cyber Man mounted Sienna, thrusting his dick as deep as he could into her grabbing, tight vaginal canal. They played as one within their rhythms of penetration and orgasms. Sex with Sienna was so perfect.

In his late 60’s, Cyber Man felt as a 20-something stud with a lasting hard-on. What was going on with him? It was definitely Sienna and her touch of the sensual. The finale to this evening’s interlude was the beautiful act of sixty-nining, and, finally, French kissing Sienna’s mouth — a heady cocktail of his discharged semen, mixed with her saliva.

Cyber Man sensed this second interlude with Sienna was much deeper than just a “business” arrangement. He desired much more, and hoped that she felt the same way, too. What would be the price he would have to pay for Sienna to be with him exclusively, and not fuck other men. It was something they would discuss in their futures, but not tonight.

This evening spent with Sienna was all about self-pleasuring and Cyber Man was eager to mount up and bang her again.

Café Miel [Taylor)]…Selected by Legal Man. Legal Man? Please allow your escort to accompany you to Room 205. Then the door opens, and the escort quietly shuts it behind you. Before shutting the suite door, Legal Man’s escort requests that he disrobe and mount the massage table. He most eagerly complies with her request.

Legal Man was certainly alone in his thoughts as he drove up the tree lined road to the Club’s country estate for the grand opening. Actually, his past encounter with the white-blond haired young Luna in the club’s downtown library had ignited his long-time buried obsession with desiring to fuck young, just-of-age women. He also knew that the taste of Luna had placed him on the precipice of acting out truly licentious behavior. After all, he was a 70+-year-old man; this was certainly risky behavior on his part!

Then there was the incident with loss of his wedding ring in the library. On arriving home Legal Man had successfully explained that one away, but it certainly created an uncomfortable home situation for quite some time afterwards. Yet, Legal Man stepped on the gas and anxiously drove towards yet another adulterous weekend and menu choice.

When the suite’s door opened, Legal Man was immediately enveloped by the sweet smells of chamomile wafting throughout the suite. His menu choice was a full body massage, working all his aching muscles, and, in particular, the back of his legs and glutes. He thought this would be — should we say, a conservative approach to release of his sexual energy and weaning himself away from truly illicit desires.

Legal Man’s eyes immediately went to the cloth covered massage table, with a set of essential body oils placed within a hand’s reach. He didn’t see her at first, as Taylor was in the bathroom disrobing in preparation for his arrival in the suite.

As Legal Man’s head turned towards the bathroom door quietly opening, his eyes feasted on this alluring girl. What temptation had the Procuress of the Menu ordered for him? She was tall for her age, a shapely thin silhouette, with red highlighted hair, freckles, and small upturned breasts. He could not detect any pubic hair whatsoever.

Taylor requested that Legal Man start this massage on his stomach. The sweet almond oil that she applied to his skin was intoxicating to his carnal senses, and he could feel his erect shaft pressing uncomfortably against the massage table.

When Taylor asked him to turn on his back, his prick was straight up and begging for her touch. More oils were applied, and she began artfully manipulating his cock, driving him insane with desire. The louder his guttural moans, the quicker were Taylor’s strokes. With her hands fully wrapped around his penis, she bent forward so his maleness plunged into her enfolding lips. With buttocks arching, he pushed himself as far as he could inside her mouth.

No longer able to resist this temptation, Legal Man suddenly slid off the massage table, bending Taylor over and driving his boner into her lubricated vagina. He exploded, then watched his semen creampie from her slit.

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