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So, yeah, I’m an idiot. I’d managed to stay at the unpaid intern job twice as long as anything I’d worked at before, and then I went and fucked everything up by grabbing the CFO’s ass in the elevator, and then arguing him into letting me give him a blowjob in his office instead of going out to dinner. I have some weird defense mechanisms. I was considering the dwindling likelihood of getting through the next 10 months at the job, as I drove into the annex overflow parking lot and began my hike up to the main building. Parking spots reserved for interns are more of a punishment than an honor.

Forrester was stuck in my head. He’d surprised me. He hadn’t turned my ass-grab into something to leverage against me, but instead he’d taken care of me. Why? It wasn’t even his coffee that spilled on my sweater. He had a whole stack of shirts in that cabinet and he’d given me the Charvet. Was he trying to impress me with money? It didn’t seem likely. If anything, I’d shown how much our differences were a chip on my shoulder. Well, one of the chips, anyway. And when I told him that I didn’t like being touched by strangers, instead of getting defensive or entitled, he just went with it and didn’t push me for what he wanted instead.

The guy had power, discipline, and patience. He could have humiliated me and made a slave out of me with any one of those advantages, but he didn’t. Instead, it felt like he was using them to play chess with me, and my pieces were my pain, my walls and my anxieties… all the things that kept me safe. Why? What did he hope to gain? A fucked up young woman that gave good head? We’re a dime a dozen – and we certainly don’t stay young. Forrester seemed smarter than that, but I guess some people never learn to look out for themselves.

Ten more months at my job and I could get control of the trust fund and get the hell away from people. Ten more months and I didn’t have to feel like I would disappoint people no matter how much I wanted to be different. I was tired. I was only 23, but I was tired, and I began to worry that maybe I wasn’t just tired. Maybe too much had happened to me… maybe I no longer could bounce back from things. What if my past had hardened and solidified around me, defining me forever? What if, even if I did somehow get away from people, what if I had become so worn that nothing would ever change again… and then nothing would get better. Fuck. I was too young to be this old.

I put my stuff into my cubicle cabinet and booted up my laptop. Besides lunch madness, I expected only 6 food deliveries today, but I couldn’t remember if I had one coming in 15 minutes or in 45. I pulled up my calendar and relaxed a little. I had 45 minutes before I started filling rooms with food that would mostly go uneaten.

Then, I noticed it. On my desk was a clay vase, like something in the break room cupboards left over from a flower delivery that was made to show one of my socially-attached co-workers that they were loved or wanted. There were no flowers in it now, though. There was a stick. Figures. Loved people got flowers, I got a stick. Morning wood for the amazing cock-sucking girl.

A notice popped up on my screen that I’d gotten a chat message from “Forrester, Gregory” and my stomach flipped and said ‘yay!’ My brain told my stomach to go eat something and shut up. My stomach said it wanted to go eat Forrester again. My heart ducked down and pretended not to be home. My brain told me to open the damn chat already.

Forrester, Gregory: Good morning…

Good morning? What is that supposed to mean? What do I do with ‘good morning?’ Who the fuck says ‘good morning’ anymore? And what’s with that ellipsis? Shit!

Sherwood, Gillian: Good morning, sir

Forrester, Gregory: Sir… hmm

Sherwood, Gillian: Sorry, your ellipsis threw me off. That, and you’re supposed to be ignoring me.

Forrester, Gregory: I did ignore you. All night. I’m done now.

Sherwood, Gillian: Well done, sir. Very efficient.

Forrester, Gregory: That’s two sirs, now. Did you see what I left you?

Sherwood, Gillian: You left me the stick?

Forrester, Gregory: I did.

Sherwood, Gillian: Okay?

Forrester, Gregory: It needs to be misted daily and the water changed every few days.

Sherwood, Gillian: I’m not good at taking care of things.

Forrester, Gregory: I am… and I have faith in you.

Sherwood, Gillian: Why am I doing this, sir?

Forrester, Gregory: That’s three… I’m tempted to think you’re trying to negate past events with imposed formality. You’re doing this because sometimes things bloom when taken out of their comfort zone.

Sherwood, Gillian: Yeah… or they just die.

Forrester, Gregory: Nice ellipsis. As I said, I have faith in you. Have a good day.

His status changed to “offline” and that was the end of our chat. I looked over at the stick, feeling a little lost. Did he get it himself? Just go out and cut a branch off something and fill up a vase? It was just so strange. I couldn’t imagine Trudy doing it for him, so he must Escort Küçükköy have done it. I shook my head, imagining the company’s CFO wandering around the intern slums with a stick in a vase trying to find my cubicle.

I looked around my workspace, wondering how it had looked to Forrester. It utterly devoid of any personal effects except the piece paper with my name printed on it that someone slid into the Plexiglass name holder on the wall. Verdana font. I looked up at it and blinked in surprise. In pen, next to my name, someone had drawn a picture of the stick, only this one was covered with leaves and flowers in bloom. Each pen stroke was light, but confident, as if the drawing had been done as a quick afterthought, but drawn with a deftly skilled hand having decades of practice. It was whimsical and effervescent, like someone old that felt new. Why would someone like that have faith in me? I told myself that it didn’t matter. I needed to deliver food.

At lunch, I loaded the cart with all the food deliveries and began making the rounds, heading to the C-level first. It’s actually a tricky job because so many people feel obligated to make chit-chat with you. I don’t know if it’s an “I need to think I’m above class distinctions” thing, or a “I like the way your tits look when you bend over and push the cart” thing, but chit-chat with everyone will really screw up your delivery timing. My trick is to avoid chit-chat altogether by pretending to be on a call with someone that is actually a book on tape. If the call appears urgent enough, the person getting their food will be happy enough with just a smile and nod or wave. Well, most people, anyway.

So, I was wheeling around the C-level delivering food and having an important discussion with Thomas Erikson, author of “Surrounded by Idiots,” which was not at all the kind of book I thought it was going to be when I saw it in Gladys Fernbridge’s collection. Erikson actually wanted me to have successful social interactions instead of avoiding them entirely. Fucking Swedes… don’t they ever get tired of being annoyingly healthy and mature about everything?

Forrester’s door was closed the entire time, which was good. My most successful social interactions are the ones I avoid. Unfortunately Trudy, my last potential social interaction on the C-level floor, was not in a mood to be put off.

“Where’s the shirt?” she asked me, after I handed her a salad in a Panera bag.

I gave her a politely confused look, pointing apologetically to my earbuds, and said “Well, I can see how you might think that, Mr. Erikson, but there’s no need to use that kind of language when—” I jumped in alarm, feeling one of the earbuds pulled out of my ear, and the nearness of a person presuming to use it to listen in on my contentious “call.”

Turning my head slightly, I saw Forrester leaning his head down and nodding with a frown on his face as he listened to how “blue” personality people should communicate with “red” personality people. Trudy sat back in her chair with a less bitchy look on her face, though she clearly would not let go of the issue. My mind was racing with questions. Where was the shirt? Had it been cleaned? What if it still had the cum stain on it? Would Trudy know what it was? Had Trudy ever seen cum or heard of its existence, even in theory? I was almost hyperventilating and felt “bunker mode” getting ready to launch when I felt a hand gently touch the middle of my back. Again, against my will, which was soooo ready to deal with Trudy, I felt my pulse slow down and my shoulders drop slightly. Forrester had turned into fucking Calming Guy again.

“Mr. Erikson, this is Gregory Forrester, Chief Financial Officer of StoneBrook Corporation. I’ll have you know that Miss Sherwood is one of the brightest young people in my company, and I will not tolerate anyone abusing one of my employees. In fact, I have just assigned her to work on more important matters, so you will no longer be forced to deal with her red personality. If you have any other concerns, I’m sure we can find someone less competent and decisive to address your needs. Good bye.” Forrester tapped my phone and turned off the audiobook, looking disgusted. “Trudy, if Tom Erikson ever calls back, you have my permission to call him an idiot and hang up,” he grumbled. “Is that my Green Goddess?” he asked me, taking the bag I was handing over to Trudy.

Trudy blanched and stammered, quickly checking through her emails. By the glint in his eye, I was pretty sure Trudy was looking for a lunch order from Forrester that he never sent her. I snatched the bag out of his hands. “No, it is not! This is Trudy’s Strawberry Poppyseed with Chicken salad. She orders it every Wednesday. You have no business stealing this poor woman’s lunch just because you forgot to order yours,” I said, handing the bag back to Trudy who looked both relieved and annoyed. Forrester grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. I turned back to Trudy, “The shirt should be ready this afternoon. I took it in to Mecidiyeköy escort the cleaners this morning. I just didn’t want to add to your burdens,” I said to Trudy, “You obviously have your hands full, here,” I added, glaring at Forrester who just stood there bouncing on his heels.

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Sherwood, Gillian: So, where’s the shirt?

Forrest, Gregory: I’m hungry…

Sherwood, Gillian: Tell me where the shirt is and I’ll pick something up for you on the way back.

Forrest, Gregory: The shirt’s… not available.

Sherwood, Gillian: Your ellipsis use is disturbing. So, what do we do?

Forrest, Gregory: Go to my place, get a new one and put it in my cabinet here. She won’t know the difference.

Sherwood, Gillian: Fine. Send me your address and tell me how to get past the doorman without wearing Prada or having a Boston Brahmin accent.

Forrest, Gregory: You should give me your phone number instead.

Sherwood, Gillian:?? Just give me the address. Why do you need my phone number?

Forrest, Gregory: Because work chats are monitored and it would be best if HR didn’t know what I’m in the mood to eat.

After delivering the rest of the lunches, I got in my car and headed into the city to pick up the shirt. I was almost sick with worry. Forrester was flirting with me. I loved it… and I needed to stop it soon. I needed to stop it while I could still be calm and not go into bunker mode when I told him why there was no hope of anything between us. I would tell him. Just… not today.

I had just parked in the underground garage and gone up to street level of his upscale condo building, when my phone chirped. “Tell Daryl that you’re here to mix meat into the compostables and eat durian,” the screen read.

“I’m not doing that. Weirdo. Don’t you have a company checkbook to balance?” I typed, shaking my head.

“You really have no idea what a Chief Financial Officer does, do you?” Forrester replied. I giggled and sent him a raspberry emoji. Stop flirting, Gillian.

“May I help you?” asked a big guy in a uniform behind a desk in front of the elevator bay, a golden nametag on his chest reading “Daryl.” He looked up at me and smiled when he finished typing something.

“Yeah, I’m here to pick up something for Gregory Forrester. He said you’d be able to let me in…” I said.

Daryl looked on his computer, frowning. “Mmm… Sorry, Miss, we have no ‘Gregory Forrester’ here,” he said, then went back to typing.

I blinked. What? Did I get the address wrong? I tried again. “Greg Forrester, maybe? Lives in the penthouse?” I pulled up a browser with Forrester’s LinkedIn page, “This guy…” I said, showing him the screen with Forrester’s business photo.

The guy leaned forward and squinted at the picture. “Doesn’t ring a bell…” He turned back to his monitor and typed some more, and then I saw it: his mouth twitched slightly.

Really? How old are we, Forrester? I sighed. “I’m here to mix meat into the compostables and eat durian,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Daryl grinned. “Dreadful habits, Miss. First elevator on the left, I’ll buzz you up.”

A few minutes later, I walked into Forrester’s penthouse condo, my heels clicking on the marble entryway. I kicked off my shoes and padded barefoot into the penthouse. As I expected, it was perfect in a way that only money can buy. Some people spend a ton of money on a place and leave it looking like a czar’s whorehouse – guilded crap too big for the space it’s in, every single piece demanding attention for how special and unique it is. Those people will walk you through their place, telling a story about every single thing in it and then you want to just hide in the closet until your head stops spinning. Forrester’s place was the opposite. It looked elegant to the point of being almost plain, but I could see, feel and hear money in the quality of every surface. I rubbed my toes against the carpeting, feeling it tickle and massage my feet at the same time. Everything in his place was a sensual temptation. I wanted to be Forrester’s cat and just lie naked on everything all day until he came home to pet me.

Light poured into the room from a wall of windows that opened onto a spacious rooftop terrace that was filled with growing things. I walked to the doors that opened onto it, but didn’t go out. That wasn’t my purpose for being there, but looking out, my eyes quickly found a bush that had branches similar to the one in the vase at my desk. Maybe it was just a stick, but hey, it was his stick.

I took in the layout of the apartment and went to the master bedroom where I figured his clothes would be. Then my phone buzzed again.

“Put your phone in the wireless charge port on the wall to your right,” Forrester said. Looking over, I saw a small platform hanging. I put my phone onto it and suddenly heard his soft breathing through speakers that seemed to be everywhere.

“Shouldn’t you be working right now?” I asked.

“I am. I’m going over our quarterly financial Merter escort bayan disclosures… I’m also watching you,” he said, chuckling.

Watching me? I scanned the room, furtively. “How did you know where I was?”

“Motion detectors… they said you’d entered the master bedroom. So, what do you think?”

“Probably what everyone else thinks… unattainably beautiful, but not exactly warm. It’s a place that should have a party or be empty,” I said, leaving out the part about wanting to lie naked on everything he owned. “I like the terrace.”

“Me too,” he said, and I heard a smile entering his voice. “I spend most of my time out there.”

“You said you were watching me… how? Are you telling me you have a camera in the bedroom? Kinda kinky for a CFO. Shall I pose?” I asked, and stretched out across his large bed.

“You can do whatever you like in my bed… and I think we have established that you have no idea what a CFO does, much less how kinky we might be. CFOs like data… cameras collect data. But if it puts you at ease, the only camera in the bedroom is the one you brought in. The charge port is… useful in a few ways.”

I crawled to the head of the bed, giving him a prime view of my ass in the skirt, then looked over my shoulder at the camera. A low chuckle came out of the speakers all around me. I bent down to the pillows and smelled them. Finding the one I wanted, I pressed my face into it and inhaled deeply. It smelled like him. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Nothing…” I hummed, dreamily. Men smell so good when they’re sleeping… if a man smells good when he’s awake, his pillow is damn near intoxicating. Forrester’s pillow was no exception. I replaced the pillow and turned over, leaning my head back into it with a smile.

“Would you like me to leave you alone for a bit?” he asked.

I looked up at my phone, confused. “Why?” I asked.

“Well, last night… you didn’t want me to see you… having pleasure,” he said, with a note of disappointment in his voice.

“Oh…” I said, reminded of my need to end whatever this was with Forrester. “That was… for the best, but it wasn’t about you. It’s just usually better for everyone if I keep things at a certain distance.”

“Well… if you say so. Looking at you now, I have to admit that you’re probably right. If I was in that bedroom, I’m not sure I’d be able to just watch…” he murmured.

Don’t you ask him, Gillian. Don’t you ask. No. Don’t ask. Don’t— “What would you do if you were here?” I asked, as my conscience handed in her resignation with a rude gesture.

A sound like a dark, purring sigh filled the room. “Well, first of all, I’d turn on the lights…” and at the sound of his voice, the room filled with a soft golden light. “I’d want to see you… see your beautiful face, your reactions to what I was doing… what made you gasp… what made you bite your lip…” I smiled and imagined him walking into the bedroom and discovering me in his bed.

“Mmm hmm…” I said, waiting to hear what he would do next. It felt strange, because I almost always was the one to start sexual misadventures, dictate the terms, and drive them to swift and definite conclusions. Now, I just lay back and listened… and waited… and felt what I was feeling. Even more strange, I found myself wanting to feel things that another person made me feel. Why did I feel so safe with Forrester? Who was he that he could just brush aside all my defenses and make me purr? “Just some lights? Is that all?” I asked, teasingly.

“Not even close to all. I’d go to you on the bed and slowly take your blouse off, making you hold still and watch me open it, plucking one button at a time…” I closed my eyes and reached my hand up, imagining it was his, opening the fabric with impossible slowness. As it opened, I felt the air play across my skin and shivered with pleasure.

“And then…?” I asked.

“Why then, I’d bend down and kiss you… your lips… your neck… your collarbones… your nose… your ears… everything. I would just kiss you… and kiss you… and kiss you again. I’d kiss you until you melted into the bed, and then I’d cover the puddle of your body with mine,” he murmured, as my breathing turned to soft panting.

I moaned, reaching up and pinching my nipple through my bra, my back arching up under me, wanting more. The speakers around me filled the room with the sound of a long slow exhale of breath.

“Please… please, go on sir,” I begged.

“Keep doing that…” he said, and I tugged and pulled on my nipples under the silky cloth for him. It was so good, I pressed my head back into the pillow under me, my body twisting in pleasure. The sound of his breathing in the room had become more ragged. “I’d free your breasts, then… slowly,” he said. I looked at the phone again, uncertain, and undid the clasp at the front of my bra. They bounced slightly upon their release, still loosely contained in their cups. Then, one at a time, I lifted the cups away, baring each round breast, then looked up for his approval. Silence filled the bedroom, his labored breathing having stopped. I dropped my eyes and continued waiting, feeling his eyes on me. A low groan ended the silence and after he took a shuddering breath, “Gillian… you’re going to be the death of me… and I won’t even mind when it comes,” he gasped.

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“Doctor we don’t have any patients until until 9:30 for some reason so can you take a look at something” the nurse asked. He said sure even though she was a little worried he took it the wrong way.

It was a small practice in a small town. Most everyone knew everybody. Jenna had lived their all her life except for college and a few years afterwards. Dr. Dart moved to the community 3 years back joining another two elderly doctors who always took Friday’s off the last two years.

They were all alone. It was 8:10 am. She was her usual self. He was too.

“So what seems to be the problem Jenna” he asked his plump and pretty nurse.

She told him the problem. She told him ever since she went on the diet she was on which he had noticed she had lost several pounds that for some reason when she went to the bathroom she’d cum. It was a huge concern. She wasn’t taking any special vitamins or medication. He asked her what she ate, what sort of exercising she did, and what she generally had on her mind.

She had a normal diet eating nothing out of the ordinary. She exercised like any one else would. However as he told her to put on a gown and lie down since nobody was around and he turned away so he wouldn’t see her whole body once her clothes were off he put on some gloves.

They talked as he asked her questions about her personal life and she answered, but as soon as he inspected her closely suddenly the woman began a ferocious climatic orgasm. She couldn’t control it. She couldn’t stop it. She oozed and oozed and white secreting fluids poured out from her vagina. As it happened he couldn’t control the moaning either. It was wild and an unusual situation. He watched with delight but never once showed any sign that he delighted in her experience. To her it was enjoyable but worrisome and uncomfortable seeing as she was at work or elsewhere and it would occur at the most inopportune times.

Immediately he discovered her problem. Almost at once it dawned on him why she was having them. In one class he took there was a small chapter which only a few professors discussed and it wasn’t ever brought up when he was an intern or a resident.

“You have post-orgasmic syndrome Jenna or at least that’s how I know it as” he told her watching her moan and ooze her white warm sensuous fluid. Eventually it stopped. He wanted to help her out. He knew why she was having them, but there wasn’t anything he could or should do.

“What do you mean” she asked as it all came to an end and she breathed heavily knowing he was in the back of her mind. She saw sexually based fleeting visions of him during and away from work. What could she do?

He being a trim and tall man he wasn’t attracted to her although he did like his employee. She was your typical woman who always wanted to bake something for you, make things for you, and fix you up with another girl even though in reality in her case she wanted to be that girl.

“You have to live with it Jenna. There isn’t anything I can do. If you need to use the bathroom or a bathroom then that’s what you have to do.”

She accepted it. She went on about her day. She made several runs to the bathroom some related to her condition others were just bathroom breaks.

On the other end he had trouble focusing on his patients. All he envisioned was that vagina spewing exciting orgasmic juices over and over. All he could imagine was being between her thick, exciting, and soft thighs chewing and slurping away at her overly excited womanly pussy.

All he could focus on was her screaming and moaning excitedly as he impatiently dove deep inside her even though her panties were practically intact. Thinking of her and himself lying on a patients table with her slacks down around her ankles and her panties pulled to the side he envisioned himself hunched over her driving away at her desirable pussy.

He saw her get up again and head to the bathroom closing the door behind her. He stopped by the door and listened closely. Two patients sitting outside had heard it earlier as the waited for Dr. Dart to see them. He didn’t hear a thing and called in one patient himself.

As the female patient was seated in the chair in the room she looked up at the doctor and said “I know that feeling she’s having” and smiled at him. He looked at the older mature woman curiously. “Honey maybe I can explain over dinner some day” she went on to tell him adding a wink.

“Maybe” he said trying not to be rude and not taking her seriously. He smiled back.

Back at the bathroom he knocked. She called out. He asked if she was okay. She held back and said yes in a strained voice. He knew better. He wanted in that bathroom and his desire for her grew and grew.

He sat down at the front desk and began calling his patients telling each he’d have to reschedule them. He saw the last couple remaining ones including the one woman who suggested they have dinner together. She wanted him too but not in the fashion Jenna desired him or maybe she did.

He wanted Karaköy escort bayan her. He wanted in the bathroom with her. He wanted to be on his knees, between her knees, and helping her along any way he could. He wanted the excitement she was experiencing.

He wanted to feel her orgasms in his mouth, in his pants, and in her swollen horny cunt. Dr. Dart began to feel what she felt even though he didn’t experience the orgasms and he didn’t cum in his pants. He felt himself swelling as he walked the corridors or searched his mind trying to discover a way to get inside that bathroom, unbuckle his pants, and drop them to the floor.

Better yet at the moment he just wanted to make himself complete by eating out his nurse while she engaged herself in uncontrollable orgasms. He wanted to eat her out, swallow the sweet favorable excretions, and do it repeatedly if she was game, which he knew she would be.

He paced and paced. She remained inside. He her slight moaning and knew she couldn’t help herself. “Isn’t there a key to this damn door” he wondered.

“What am I doing” he asked suddenly. “I know she’s cute, but she’s not even my type. She’s plump and juicy, but I’ve never ever had a woman like that. Never have I done… ohhh god I want it. I want her fat juicy cunt” he said aloud.

“Thank you doctor” the woman said as she left. “I’ll call about that dinner” she added offering one last wink. He said okay and she waved at him flirtatiously. He didn’t even notice her intent.

Once she was gone he began to rub his crotch. It was stiffening. He was horny. It was 3 in the afternoon. He knocked again. He told her he was closing up the office and she could leave for the day. She finished another small orgasm. She was worn out. That was the third one of the day. How many more could she have?

Cleaned up and looking as if nothing happened she was about to ask if she could leave. He let her go for the day seeing as he canceled all his appointments.

He was horny and Jenna was the only thing on his mind. He wanted to take her and give to her what she was already getting without him. He wanted the opportunity to please her personally.

“Jenna” he started to say as she grabbed her things. She stopped and turned to see what he wanted. “Ohhh never mind its okay so go ahead. See you later okay?”

She said goodbye oblivious to the desires he held under wraps. He sat down in his office. He looked out his window watching her shapely plus side figure waddle towards her car. He looked at the shapely wide ass curling left and in reverse curling back to the right as she sauntered to her car.

As she opened her door she looked back towards the office as if she was staring right at him. She gazed towards the building and he backed away from the window. Did she see him looking at her? He wasn’t sure.

He sat in his office eventually unzipping his trousers. Picturing her he slipped his hand inside. “Mmmmmm that feels nice” he thought as he held his soft membrane in his hand. He saw her. She was sexy standing before him without her pants on. He pictured her succulent sexy thighs. He pictured a pair of large lacy underwear wrapped around her smooth layers of flesh. As he held it, it grew harder. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to surround himself with her looming erotic prized figure.

He squeezed it. “Ohhh shit that feels nice Jenna” he said aloud. He undid his pants lowering them to his knees. Facing the window he looked out. He stroked his throbbing erection. It felt so damn good.

“You do that soooo well; you do that sooo damn well mmmm Jenna.”

“Doctor what is it do well” he heard from behind. “I think I’m feeling better so I thought I’d come back and finish up the paperwork.”

Somehow he was able to put it away quickly. Somehow he was able to pull up his pants and tuck his lower body underneath his desk. Somehow he was able to disguise the excited look on his face that had been festering while he wanked his stiff excited cock. Somehow he was able to disguise everything he was up to.

Jenna was oblivious to it all. “I guess I’m better; I felt guilty that I left” she told him.

He was still hard. It was still throbbing. He still wanted her. He wanted her badly. He wanted to muff the nurse that worked for him. He wanted between those two succulent thighs. He wanted inside her swelling oozing pussy. He wanted to capture her cum, swoosh it around his mouth, and swallow it so she would be forever pleased.

“Uh ummm ohhh that’s good” he said pulling the one hand from underneath the desk.

Her eyes seemed to cringe. Was she really okay? He asked her again. She reinforced that she was grimacing just as she said so. She turned and went to her desk. He put himself back together. He could see her from the side from his office. He stood up, closed his blinds, walked to the doors, and locked them. He turned off all outside lights. They were closed. He turned off the phones. She looked up.

“Are Escort Kayaşehir we really that closed” she asked nonchalantly.

He said yes and walked back to his office. He gazed upon her sexy plump figure from his desk. She became lovelier as the moments waned on.

“Jenna come in here for a moment” he called out. She jerked as soon as she heard his voice. She spryly jumped to her feet and hopped towards his office. Looking at him he looked up. He saw a look on her as if she had a question. “What is it” he asked.

She stood silent. He looked upon her. He wanted to tell her something too. Each had something they wanted to say to the other. And in a flash both spoke up at the exact same moment.

“Doctor I need you to eat out my pussy.”

“Jenna I want to eat you out.”

The room and the building fell completely silent. They stared at the other in shock. Neither could believe what the other just said. All of a sudden he was hungry for her. Suddenly she yearned for him more then she ever did. She suddenly felt a cringing desire between her legs. It was so erotic that he desired her as much as he did.

“Ohhhhhhhhh doctor… doctor” she moaned and they came off.

Right in the doorway she bent down and pushed her pants off herself. He watched as she did. To him it was erotic. Watching her expose her succulent smooth legs drove him wild. He stood up and undid his pants again. He rushed around the desk, grabbed her hand, and seated her on his chair.

She was soaking wet. Her underwear was soaked through to her fleshy layers. It was sexy as he muzzled against them. He muzzled against the wet cloth. He pushed his face harder and harder between her moist fatty thighs.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh pull them off pull them off” she pleaded. She rocked back and forth anxiously. “Ohhh god doctor thank you thaaaank you” she cried out.

He yanked them off splitting her legs apart. Watching him she saw him look up with an appreciative smile and his face disappeared. As soon as it did she began to convulse. He surged forward into the might sensuous depths of a continuous series of orgasms.

She shook and screamed out pleasurably. She jerked uncontrollably while his tongue dug deep into the oozing darkness of her swollen cunt. She couldn’t praise him but the shrieking that shook the walls of the office building said everything.

Jenna continually slid off her chair and the two finally decided it was best that her trembling plump body lie on the floor throughout the erotic escapade. He sucked and he dug deeper. He felt her soft tissues dripping profusely. It was wild. His own cock trembled equally. The continuous desire to be eaten out weakened her, but she continued to yearn for his oral touch.

Swishing her cum around in his mouth Dr. Dart eventually swallowed the heavenly juices. It only ignited a stronger deeper desire to want her in ways he never imagined he could want a woman of her size.

However Jenna was so damn sexy. The situation presented to him was so damn erotic how could he resist such awesome temptation?

Even his mouth tired but never his desire. His tongue couldn’t keep up the pace. As fiercely as he attacked her cunt, as ferociously as it exploded directly in his mouth, and as ferociously as she desired him to continue without stopping it had to come to an end some time soon.

After almost 30 minutes of easting it, sucking it, and swallowing the majestic fluids suddenly it all came to an end. There was no more. Jenna stopped convulsing. Jenna stopped oozing heavily. Jenna stopped having her perpetual climatic episodes.

And all of a sudden he heard two things. He heard panting. He heard quiet sobbing. He looked up, erection and all and when he looked up she was crying but smiling all the same. It was as beautiful as the first signs of summer.

He wanted to hold her. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted her to know she was special. It was an uncontrollable condition and due to the condition both made out very well. Both enjoyed what turned out to be an intimate and erotic experience.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh thank you doctor” she said.

With cum still dripping down his chin, down his neck, and soaked into the shirt he had on he smiled. “No Jenna oh god no… Thank you” as he closed his eyes for a second shaking his head. “Oh my god no… Thank you for giving me the greatest thrill of my life.” He was taken aback by the excitement and the unique nature. He wanted so much more. He didn’t know if she did, but he knew he wanted her.

They stared at each other. Jenna on her back naked from the waist down and he on his knees without his pants on had each feeling something they weren’t sure what it was. He looked her in the face.

She was exhausted. He was worn out. He wanted a bed. She wanted a bed and a man to curl up with. He could go for that but neither of them expressed their thoughts. He lay down while slowly curling up against her. Her larger butt felt nice against him, but he wished Küçükçekmece escort he could feel more of her smooth warm flesh.

He tightened his hold on her giving her the feeling it was a loving grip and it was for the time being. With him spooning himself around her backside she closed her eyes. It was still a turn on for both. She felt his slender frame against hers.

He let go of her and pushed off his underwear altogether. Her eyes perked up wondering why he did that. He wrapped himself around her again but that time his naked cock was against her naked ass and the fluffy accompanying cheeks.

They felt electrifying. They were exhilarating and his cock began to stir and harden slowly. All on its own it stiffened and formed a straight forward erection pointed in the direction of her engorged butt crack.

“Ohhh uhh wow doctor” she said suddenly as she began to feel the tip of his cock between her butt cheeks. “You aren’t going to… ummm you don’t want to you know uhhh do that” she asked. She didn’t want the good doctor to fuck her up her ass. He had no intention to, but her two soft fluffy butt cheeks did feel awesome. He didn’t mind laying his cock in between them at all nor did Jenna.

“If you mean giving you anal sex Jenna ohhh no not a bit but I must say… I must say this feels soooo nice actually. Mmmm mmm yes it does Jenna; it feels incredible ooohh” he said to her in a pleasurable tone.

“Really” she asked excitedly but as quietly as she possibly could. “You like my” but wasn’t sure if he meant that he liked her plump soft ass and especially her cheeks.

“Oh god yeah Jenna you bet your… this nice ass I wanna be next to all night tonight I do.”

Her eyes perked up. She was turned on in ways she never thought possible. He was turned on by a woman he never ever thought he possibly thought could turn him on. It was inconceivable but he was and his cock rumbled and pounded with passionate desire.

As keyed up as he was about his situation it began to get out of control. Feeling her plump soft flesh push up against his brazen sexy cock drove him mad. He was at a heightened stage.

Holding her ample naked physique inside his arms and with his cock wedged inside her but cheeks he suddenly felt an eruption and he squealed out slightly. Something shot up between her and him.

When it landed, it landed on her back. It was warm and thick. “What was that” she asked. He excreted more cum as his cock thundered repetitiously. He was heightened by his predicament and the excitability of holding a naked woman who desired him.

Both young in heart and she being a couple years older, she was still sexually stimulating and he determined he wasn’t going to hold back given the opportunity. He loved how he felt when his cock spit cum up her backside and she loved how it felt when it landed against her back.

“Mmmmmm ohhhhh that’s so crazy” she said initially. His cock spit it out again and she pulled away turning over to lie on her back and just as she did he shot once again. His exotic secretion slammed her in her face. She was stunned but giddy. She couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. He could easily burrow his cock in her ass again. He could easily burrow his face between those two cheeks and all night long at that.

He looked at her and she looked back at him. He looked at her from bottom to top. Gazing upon her he watched the plump winding frame as her soft wide ass headed towards her even wider hips and then quickly descend upon a thin waistline only to ascend outwardly as they reached her boobs and shoulders. Jenna may have been plump but she wasn’t at a loss for a shapely figure he noticed.

Facing one another he said gently “God Jenna never in my time here did I ever notice how… how sexy you really are!”

Then with his erection in place and pointed straight towards his wonderful sweet nurse his cock erupted in a continuous rampage. He exploded and it poured and gushed at her face, chest, and hit her hair. She was a mess. She was full of his hot white cum. She loved it. Feeling his thick white juices slam her in the face was as exciting as it could get.

Seeing as she was a mess she knew she’d have to clean up, but she hoped and prayed as he blew his majestic load against her upper body that he would be willing to hold her afterwards and better yet come back to her place or take him to his place and continue on what was started in his little office.

Settling in on the carpeted floor her put his arms around her sticky body. It didn’t bother him a bit. He enjoyed holding her against him that Friday afternoon. “Would you come and stay with me tonight” she kept asking herself. She hoped and prayed she’d hear those words.

It was quiet as they snuggled against each other.

“This is going to leave a blemish isn’t it” he asked.

She said yes quietly. “Please ask me back to your place” she said to herself again.

“Jenna would you like to come to my house later… I mean right now or maybe you don’t want to?”

She said yes four or five times. He knew what that meant. She told him she had to clean up and he agreed that he wanted to clean up too. He wrote down directions to his house, she made herself presentable, and before he knew it she was gone. He closed up shop and quickly headed home.

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Chapter Six: A Little Rest for the Weary

Yelena just stared at me, all innocence, as my cock shriveled insider her; her words, “Did you know I’m ovulating right now?” bounced around in my head over and over and over. That, coupled with the knowledge that my sperm was swimming straight for her womb had me in a bit of a panic, I have to admit.

Still looking down at me with a butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth expression on her face, she said, “I’m just fucking with you, Mr. Crowley.” Without warning she started laughing, tossed her head back and howled with mirth. She laughed so hard her pussy squeezed down on my now-flaccid cock, then she fell off to the side and lay next to me laughing so hard she wasn’t making any noise.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I yelled. I started to roll over to and grab her but my knee protested so violently, all I could do was grab it and try to keep it from flying apart.

Yelena lay next to me, still silently laughing, her body shaking so hard the entire bed was moving. So I’m laying there, my face a rictus of pain as I held my knee, trying not to move and exacerbate it. My head was throbbing violently. And fucking Yelena was just lying there laughing. What the fuck?

After a thousand or so years she finally wound down and turned over to me, a gleeful grin on her face. After noticing my condition she blurted, “Oh shit oh fuck oh shit I’m so sorry Mr. Crowley!” Her hands started softly stroking my skin and she apologized so profusely I couldn’t stay mad at her.

A few moments later we were both calmed down enough that I could speak rationally again, although the pain hadn’t really abated. I told her it was ok and she kissed me again. Despite the pounding in my head and the daggers in my knee I enjoyed that kiss immensely.

Breaking off the kiss she stroked my cheek. “Let me go get you some ice, Mr. Crowley.”

“First, help me get dressed and moved downstairs. I don’t want to be stuck in bed for the next couple of hours.”

Shortly, I was on the couch, in Nikki’s bathrobe, a pillow under my knee with an icepack on top, and another icepack below my aching head. She brought me a soda and handed me the remote.

“I’m so sorry again, Mr. Crowley. And I’m sorry for having to leave, but I’ve got to get home before my folks do. Really don’t want them asking me where I was or what I was up to. And you don’t have to worry about impregnating me. Unless your sperm is super magically powerful. I have an IUD. Got it the day after my birthday. Had to wait until I didn’t need my parents’ approval…or knowledge. They still don’t know. But you’re not going to knock me up any time soon.” She gave me another kiss. “Maybe after I graduate college.”

She had another good laugh when she saw the expression on my face. Then another kiss. “I really have to go, now. Do you need anything else?”

“I’m good, bella. Just don’t do anything like that again, please?”

“No promises. Bye, Mr. Crowley.” She blew me a kiss and she was gone.

I lay there awhile trying to distract myself from my discomfort with TV but couldn’t find a damn thing that piqued my interest. Nikki finally came home and rushed right into the living room.

“Yelena called me. Are you ok, Daddy? Do you need anything?”

“Some ibuprofen would be nice, and maybe a shot of rum to take it with.”

“And maybe a bathrobe of your own? Not that you aren’t adorable in my fuzzy lilac bathrobe. You just need some bunny slippers now.”

After I’d taken some medicine, she sat on the floor next to me and laid her head on my belly. “I’m sorry about Yelena, Daddy. She always does shit like that. Her jokes are always funny, too. About a week later.”

I chuckled. “It’s fine. If I couldn’t handle a little drama, I shouldn’t have started schtupping your friends.”

She snorted and kissed my belly. “Want me to fix you some dinner?”

“No thanks. My head’s hurting too badly to eat. I think I’ll just try and get some sleep. I need you to get up early with me tomorrow, though. I may need some help getting off the couch and I’ve got to go back into the office. I’ve got a couple of weeks’ worth of work to do to help Dana get her new project set up on the right track.”

“No problem, Daddy. Holler if you need anything. And I mean anything. I’ll be right upstairs. Don’t try to be a manly man and power through the pain or anything stupid like that. “

“Of course, Muffin.” Of course I wasn’t going to bother her.

“I mean it. I know you. Get me if you need anything!”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She kissed me and headed upstairs.

I woke up around 3 in the morning needing to pee something awful. I wasn’t about to wake up Nikki for that, so I struggled to my feet and hopped down the hallway and took care of business. Fortunately my head had stopped hurting, although my knee was still in minor agony. I ignored the pain, took a Küçükköy escort bayan piss, and hopped back to the couch.

I was kind of worried about my knee because it’d been hours since I’d smacked it. I’d deal with it on the fly, like usual. Outside of any project I’m working on, I’m not much of a planner. I generally just figure it out as I go. Which, come to think of it, is probably why I was lying on the couch with an injured knee. Because I fucked Chelsea and then just figured things out as I went.

Maybe I should start trying to think ahead?

Resolving to do just that, I lay back down and slipped back to sleep. Where a very vivid dream captured me.

Meg came and sat down on the floor where Nikki’d been earlier. She laid her head on my belly in just the same way. She reached up and stroked my chest and I ran my fingers over her face.

“Oh, Meg, I’ve missed you so much.” I knew I was dreaming but didn’t care. I was just so happy to see her again. “Every damn day, baby.”

“Me, too, honey. But I’m glad to see you’re letting yourself live again.”

“Even if it took me fucking an eighteen year old to do it?”

She laughed that magical laugh of hers. “Yep. Nothing wrong with enjoying what’s offered. You’ve mourned me long enough. It’s time to be happy again. Don’t go getting stupid, but enjoy yourself. And those delectable girls.” A wink. A kiss. “I am so proud of you, baby. I think redoing the bedroom is a great idea. I’m still with you, and I’ll always be with you. But since I’m only with you here, in your heart and in your head, you need to start moving on. You need to let yourself live and love again.” Another kiss. “A fresh start in the bedroom is just the thing you need.”

She gave me that grin of hers, the one that said, “I’m about to embarrass the shit out of you and I’m going to take a childish glee in doing so.” I rolled my eyes, waiting for it.

“Ploughing Chelsea in our bed the other night was a really good fresh start.” Yep. I was embarrassed. “Then Bryce – what a firecracker she is, huh? — Regina, and then tonight you had Yelena. You’ve got a couple more waiting on you, too, stud.” Another wink, then she sat up and waved her hand behind her and there they were. Beth and Svetlana, smiling at me. Then they were naked. Then I was standing in front of them. Then they were on their hands and knees, their asses presented to me.

Then I was naked and Meg was holding my cock. “They’re yours. Have them. Enjoy them. Take and receive pleasure. Show them how a gentleman treats a lady by fucking seven kinds of hell out of them.”

I was on my knees behind Beth; Meg guided my cock into Beth’s pussy, her hand on Svetlana’s ass. “Make her squeal, baby. Show her a really good time.”

Then I was inside Svetlana and she was moaning and panting and Beth was fingering herself watching us. Meg was kneeling about two feet in front of Svetlana, her back to the living room entryway. “That’s it, baby. Give it to her.”

Nikki appeared behind Meg, naked. Meg’s head was in front of Nikki’s belly button so I couldn’t see anything lower, but her beautiful tits and amazing nipples were right there on display. So wonderful! Nikki was watching me fuck Svetlana, love and lust on her face. Meg smiled at me and I was in front of her, my cock in her hand again. She kissed the head of it and smiled at me and said, “And there’s one more girl who needs to feel you inside her.” She pulled me toward Nikki…

I woke up with a jerk and a gasp, covered in a cold sweat. I bolted up so hard I fell off the couch, banging my knee — again! — on the coffee table.

“FUCK!” I clapped my hand over my mouth hoping I hadn’t woken Nikki. No such luck, though. About three seconds later I heard, “Daddy?” followed by the sounds of her coming down the stairs.

“I’m ok, baby. Go on back to bed,” I hollered.

And then she was there in front of me, dressed in a baggy old ratty t-shirt of mine and a pair of long sleep shorts, looking very irritated. “Were you being stupid and trying to get up on your own?”

“No!” I answered indignantly. “I had a dream that startled me awake. I fell off the couch. I’m fine. You can go back to sleep.”

She looked me over, her irritation turning to mirth. She wiggled an index finger at my crotch. I looked down and her robe was open and Junior was right there, full, hard, tall, and proud. Fuck me. She grinned as I struggled to get myself decently covered.

“Must have been a very disturbing dream. Who was it? Which of my friends? Were you getting kinky with them? Give me all the juicy details!”

I struggled to get back on the couch and Nikki giggled as she leaned over and helped me. “Zip it, you. I may have been irresponsible enough to screw Bryce in front of you, but what goes on inside my head is still my own damned business.”

She laughed again Escort Mecidiyeköy and kissed me. “Fine. Keep your embarrassingly kinky dream to yourself. Want some breakfast? It’s just about 6 o’clock. Might as well start the day.”

“Can you run me a bath, first? I don’t think I can shower.”

She nodded and ran a bath for me then helped me to the bathroom. I gently lowered myself into the hot water, feeling it immediately relax my throbbing knee. I just leaned back and enjoyed the sensation for a minute before I started washing myself.

So there I was, cock in my soapy hand, when Nikki came into the bathroom and set some clothes down on the vanity and hung a towel on the bar. She looked down at me and smiled a wicked, wry smile, then turned to leave.

I was so shocked it took me a second to find my voice. “Nikki! What the hell?” I was so stunned I didn’t realize I still had Junior in hand.

She stopped in the doorway and looked at me over her shoulder. “What the hell what?”

“I’m in the bath! Do we no longer have boundaries or common courtesy in this house? You can’t just walk in on me while I’m bathing!”

“Really? Really, Daddy? Over the last four days I have heard, seen, or been given explicit details of you sleeping with four of my friends. I’ve seen your cock in hands, mouths, and a pussy. I’ve seen it in your hand, and I’ve seen it standing up on display for all the world to see. You’ve seen me with my face buried in pussy. You’ve seen me sitting on my friend’s face. You’re even in this bathtub now because you were fucking one of my friends. And now, with all that — now? — you get all upset that I see you naked with your junk in your hand?”

I dropped my cock and hunched over, searching for a washcloth to drop over my johnson. Once I was situated, I turned back to Nikki. My voice was very low and humble. “You’ve seen and heard, and heard about, quite a few things recently that you shouldn’t have. I did things I shouldn’t have done with you anywhere nearby. You’ll never know how ashamed I am that I behaved the way I have. I’m sorry. Sincerely and truly sorry.”

“I’M NOT!” Oh, was she pissed! “Daddy, you’ve been so wrapped up in your misery and in taking care of me that…that…” she looked around the bathroom, not really seeing anything, her hands grasping in midair at nothing, “that you forgot that you are a person! You forgot you’re alive! I’m glad you bedded them! GLAD! You screwed my friends and now you’re alive again! You’ve come back from the void where you simply existed after momma died. I have you back! I would line up every bitch in god damned TEXAS for you to fuck if it meant I had my Daddy back! I’m HAPPY you did what you did. And I’m HAPPY I was there to see it! You will never know how I felt watching you suffer all this time!”

She was stalking toward me, jabbing her finger at me like it was a dagger and she was going to stab me. I’d never seen her this angry.

“You will never, ever know just how good it felt to actually watch you morph from a walking corpse to a living man again. Do you have any idea how I’ve agonized the past four years? Watching you take on the burden of momma’s cancer? The burden of teaching me here at home so I wouldn’t miss a minute with her? Your struggle to make sure that I still had a life while momma was dying? Do you not realize that I watched you die right along with her and I’ve been living with a fucking shell of my father since then? Do you know how much that hurt me? Knowing you sacrificed your life for me? That you were so in love with my mother than when she died you couldn’t move on? Knowing that the only reason you didn’t kill yourself was because you love me?

“Why do you think I freaked out so bad when you didn’t answer your phone? I thought maybe you’d slipped so far into your depression and your pain — and some kind of stupid guilt for this weekend — that you’d finally decided to end it all, go join momma, and leave me all alone.”

She wasn’t mad anymore. She was openly weeping as her voice finally softened. I was, too. She knelt down next to the tub and just stared into my eyes as she continued.

“Do you know how terrified I am that I’ll lose you, too? When I used to ask you to stay with me until I was asleep, it wasn’t just because I missed momma so bad that I wanted to hurt someone, or just that I needed your comforting. It was because I was scared that if I let you out of my sight you’d disappear. I finally got to the point where I realized that you were hanging on for me, and that you wouldn’t go away. Not by your own choice, anyway. But I still live in dread that something will take you from me. And I’ve lived in pain all this time because that wonderful, vibrant, dynamic man who was my father disappeared. He became a hollow husk of what he once was. And I’ve missed you every day since you went away.

“Then, Merter escort last Thursday, Chelsea and I were talking and she started going on and on again about what a great guy you are. How you always treat her like an adult, and actually listen to her. How you don’t dismiss her because she’s young, or pretty, or has nice tits. You respect her. And how big a crush she had on you. It was nothing new. Nothing she hadn’t said before, many times. But I missed you, and I knew something needed to change. And then I remembered all the times we’ve watched Grosse Pointe Blank, and the word ‘Shakabuku’ kept coming to mind, and I finally realized that’s what you needed. ‘A swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.’ That’s what you needed.

“So I set up the slumber party with the express intention of getting you to fuck Chelsea, or her to fuck you. You needed to be shocked out of the funk you’ve been in. I needed you to be shocked out of it. I need you, Daddy! You’re my whole world and I couldn’t stand for you to be a shadow of the man I used to know anymore. I used Chelsea to get my daddy back. That’s right. I set the two of you up like fucking bowling pins and knocked you down because I needed my father back. I would never hurt you, or Chelsea, or any of them. But if you hadn’t gone ahead and done Chelsea…and then Bryce…then Regina…then Yelena…” she was smirking a little by then, “I’d have snuck into your room one night, handcuffed you and strapped you to the bed, stripped you naked and brought over a whore to fuck you.

“All this? This weekend? The sex odyssey you’re on? It was all my doing. Because I need you. And I’d do it again. I’d do anything to make you come alive again. And I got to be there for your resurrection! It’s like I’m alive again, too. We’ve come back to life. We’ve been released from prison. We’re free, Daddy! In a weird, strange, bizarre, crazy way, when you fucked Chelsea, Bryce, Regina, and Yelena and came back to life, you brought me back to life, too!

“So I’m glad you did all those things. And I’m glad I was here for all of it. Watching you come back to life has made me happier than I’ve been in a very long time. I know that to the rest of the world, you fucking my friends would be wrong and weird. And me being present or at least very nearby? That’d be abnormal, deviant, and just wrong. But it’s not, Daddy. It was a beautiful thing. Nobody else will ever understand just how precious and beautiful watching you this weekend was. I will treasure those two days until the end of time. Because it brought my Daddy back to me.

“So now here we are, you’re in the bath and I’m kneeling next to you. We’re both crying like crazy and you’re feeling awkward about everything. But, Daddy? You’re back. I have my father again, and I’m so very, very glad. Welcome home, Daddy!”

We held each other very tight for a very long time. Just held each other and cried. I finally felt fresh, and clean, and…just…free. She was right. I’d been dead for a very long time. And I was alive again! I had the most amazing daughter who ever lived, and I was a living, breathing, feeling man again. Hallelujah!

But I was still naked in the bathtub. And my barely-clothed daughter was clutched desperately in my arms. And I still had a problem with those specifics.

Our hug finally ended and I took Nikki’s face between my hands. I pulled her in for a soft kiss then set her back away from me.

“I love you, baby girl. More than you’ll ever know or comprehend. Thank you for everything. So much. Thank you. We’ve sure got a lot to talk about, and I promise I won’t do the man thing of not sharing shit. I’ll open my head and my heart for you and you can keep helping me heal. And maybe I can help you heal, too. For now, though, I’m getting hungry, my bath is getting cold, I still need to get ready for work, and I’m still naked here and I’m still uncomfortable being naked in front of you like this. So can you give your old man a break, fix us something to eat, and let me spend a few minutes pretending that you weren’t just in here with me while I’m butt-ass naked in the bath?”

She smiled and kissed me again. “If that’s what it takes to salvage your dignity and keep being alive, then yes, Daddy, by all means pretend that we didn’t just share a long, intimate hug while you’re naked and I’m wearing only some very thin clothing.” She laughed and kissed my nose.

“Breakfast in 20! Hurry up. And don’t be a dumbass…if you need help getting out of the tub, then call me!”

* * *

Getting out of the tub was a gigantic pain. Toweling off and getting dressed was even worse. My knee was shrieking by the time I finally got my pants on. But I had to at least pretend I had some pride and independence left, right? I mean, I’m the parent here. I can’t let my daughter go running things and pushing me around. Even if it meant I was making my knee worse. Right?

Yes, I was, in fact, aware of just exactly how stupid I was being.

Regardless, I hobbled out to the kitchen just in time to sit down to Nikki serving up some scrambled eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Yum! Pineapple juice to wash it all down and I was good to go!

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This story is based on fact. Of course, parts have been…romanticized for effect, but the circumstances under which the two characters meet and proceed are factual.

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High beams penetrated the thick night air, illuminating all around her and casting a shadow forth for the first time since the sun had set. The hissing and squealing of massive breaks being locked split the silence. The soothing purr of a diesel engine gently vibrated the earth beneath the eighteen-wheeler.

A girl sat in the grass beside the road- calmly holding her knees to her chest, staring off into the trees that lined the street. Largely undisturbed by the mechanical raucous occurring a few yards away from her, she emitted an eerie aura of displacement: no girl belongs lounging by a busy road at 3am.

At least it was usually busy. Not now. Not on this night. It was dead; not a soul for miles. It was for this exact reason that Lawrence thought she was helpless-or maybe it was suspicious. He was too busy halting his truck to decide.

His silhouette stepped into the glow of the headlights and strode cautiously toward her.

“Hey! You alright?” he strained to yell over the idle engine.

An unusually beautiful face turned slowly toward him. He paused momentarily a few feet from her, startled by the directness of her gaze. Nothing made sense about the scene: she could simply be bait for a group hiding in the woods waiting to attack him. Shaking the apprehension, he cleared his throat, and repeated himself, holding his hands out in front of him as if he were approaching an injured doe.

“Miss, are you alright?”

She loosened her arms from her knees and dropped her hands into her lap carelessly. A childish, playful smile ignited her face and her straight, pearly teeth added a new dimension to her appearance.

“Are YOU alright?”

Lawrence felt his heartbeat speed up, why would she ask him if he were alright? Instantly he wondered if he’d made a mistake pulling over. Maybe she was high and completely whacked out of her mind on drugs. Almost as if she could read his concerned expression even though he only appeared as a shadow, she released a gentle laugh.

“You’re the one who seems upset. You stopped your truck… and your hands are shaking.”

Embarrassed, he pulled his outstretched hands toward his body, letting them hang limply beside his thighs. Searching for an appropriate response to her odd line of questioning, he said nothing.

Carefully, as if she thought she would break if she moved too quickly, the girl rose from her seat, adjusting her low-rise jeans and black tank top, and brushing the seat of her pants. She never removed her eyes from where she assumed his were, and he observed her actions in silence.

His concern diminished quickly as he watched her move; watched her eyes glued to him as if he were the only living thing for miles. His chest began to ache. He hadn’t made a mistake stopping, and they both knew it. She released a soft sigh and smiled again.

As she stepped gracefully over the curb and onto the grainy asphalt, he noticed that she was wearing black stilettos that enclosed everything but a glimpse of well-manicured toes. They reminded him of the late 1950s, and he remembered his mother wearing a similar pair years ago. The sound of the pencil-thin heel scraping against the road sent a strange chill down his spine.

“And no, I am not ‘alright,'” she said plainly, flipping her dark auburn hair over an exposed, pale shoulder. She smiled sheepishly and slowly blinked her eyes, “I’m lost. I need a ride.”

“Well, I have a cell phone if there’s someone you’d like to call,” His stomach quickly turned to knots and he swallowed hard. As desperately as he wanted her to climb into the truck with him, he felt it was important to make her feel like she had options.

She reacted to his suggestion as if he were an idiot: scrunching up her nose and rolling her eyes playfully.

“If I had someone to call, don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?” She reached into her small black purse and pulled out a cell phone in a pink, sparkly case. It dangled between them for a moment, and there was silence.

“You’ll give me a ride, won’t you? I mean, you were nice enough to stop and investigate my plight, so you might as well go through with the whole ‘good Samaritan’ routine, right?” She tilted her head slightly, flashing a convincing smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he hesitated, “Yeah, I’ll do it.”

The passenger door creaked loudly as he swung it open. She stood behind him patiently, and then held out a slender hand daintily, indicating that she needed him to help her into the cabin. Her smooth palm pressed down against his with only a slight pressure, as if she were weightless. It was obvious from the cool temperature of her skin that she’d been outside for hours in the early morning chill. As she passed him and climbed up into the seat, he caught a whiff of lavender perfume.

As he circled around to the driver’s side, his mind was racing. He’d given rides Küçükköy escort to stranded people before, but this one was different for any number of obvious reasons.

“I’ve never been inside one of these before,” she leaned forward and patted the dashboard as he adjusted himself in his seat. “There’s a lot of stuff to look at. How do you know what’s what?”

“Just do,” he didn’t know what else to say.

Everything bounced and lurched forward and they began to move.

“So where’re you headed?” He was pleased with himself for managing more than a few words.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing!” She giggled. “I’ve always wondered where these big trucks are going all night. Do you go from city to city? State to state?”

“A little of both, really,” he listened carefully as she continued to speak, carrying their conversation further and further from his original question.

“So what’s your name?” She turned her whole body to face him, and he suddenly felt her big blue eyes burning into his unshaven profile.

“Lawrence,” he smiled, glancing over at her beaming face. Her excited energy was beginning to calm him. She turned to sit back. He ran his right hand through his graying hair.

“Well, Lawrence, I’m Lily.” She stated her name definitively, as if her title were a simple, universal fact.

“That’s a pretty name,” he said sincerely. He squinted his eyes a little, wondering why he hadn’t guessed such a girl would be named after a flower.

“Thanks,” she heaved a fulfilled sigh. “A lovely night for Lily and Lawrence,” she glanced over at him. They made eye contact and he noticed that she licked her lips subtly and then bit down softly on her lower lip. “That’s alliteration- all those L’s.”

There was a pause after she spoke. He decided to use the moment to try and return to his original question, hoping to keep himself focused on the conversation at hand.

“You never did tell me where it was you needed to go.”

“You’re headed in the right direction.”

There was another pause. They made eye contact again, and her inviting expression absorbed him. She silently refused to break her gaze first, and, rather than choke on the tension that was quickly filling the small cabin, he resorted to a different line of questioning.

“How’d you end up out there, anyways? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“I went for a walk,” she practically sang the words, though softly. He glanced down at her shoes and wondered if he should believe her. Before he had a chance to think about it, he chuckled and motioned at her feet.

“In those shoes? Well, girl, I’m not surprised you had to give up and sit down. I’m shocked you even got where you were to begin with. We’re miles from everywhere right now! And you’re just a kid, too. What are you doing wandering around at this time of night?” He looked at her and was greeted by an unfeeling, humorless expression. He choked on his laughter and returned his gaze to the road.

“Well, you’re right, it’s impractical.” she said after a painful pause. “Let’s not talk about that, though. Where’re you headed? You never did tell me.”

“Henderson,” he was slightly agitated that the conversation had lapsed back onto him. “Now you tell me where you’re going.”

“Henderson,” she echoed. “I’ll get out of your hair once we get there. We’re only about an hour away aren’t we?”

“More like two, actually.” He was still unsure of her motives. Unless you belong there, Henderson is far from a popular destination.

“Two hours,” she said softly, almost to herself.

“Too long?”

“Oh no, no, no,” she assured, turning her entire body towards him again. “You know, you look just like a neighbor I had growing up.”

He glanced at her and smiled, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said slowly, “I was always so jealous of his wife. Are you married?”

“Not anymore. I was for a little while when I was closer to your age. It wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I prefer to be on my own.”

“Is that why you drive a truck?”

He paused and thought for a moment. “I guess so. I never really thought about it like that.”

“Well, then. There you go. Aren’t you glad I’ve figured it out for you?” she laughed.

Turning to see the expression on her face, he instead caught her mid-stretch. She was quite a sight: her long, thin arms draped over the dark head rest, her back arched and her head thrown back picturesquely. A few inches of her smooth, white abdomen peered out from underneath her black shirt. As if she didn’t think he’d notice, she let out a low, pleased moan through her slightly parted pink lips.

Her eyes had been closed, but she turned and opened them luxuriously, looking directly into his, like she knew he’d been watching the entire time.

“What?” she whispered. He barely heard her over the engine noises. Her gaze crept quickly up and down his body, then back to his eyes. “Am I distracting the responsible driver?”

A crooked smile danced across his face. He had no Mecidiyeköy escort bayan idea how to respond. Before he even had the chance to speak, the familiar lights of a gas station loomed on the horizon.

“Oh good,” she let her arms drop into her lap, “Let’s stop, I’ve got to use the bathroom.”

Cursing to himself, he realized that he needed to do the same, as well as re-fuel. Without another word to each other, they pulled into the bright green station. She successfully let herself out of the cabin before he had a chance to help her, and he watched as she strode confidently towards the foggy glass doors of the convenient store.

She took her time, and he left the doors unlocked for her in case she came out before he did.

The cashier smiled knowingly as he paid for his fuel.

“S’at your daughter or sumthin’?” the man smiled, revealing a mouthful of rotting teeth stained from years of chewing tobacco and ignoring all forms of dental hygiene.

Answering without words to humor the simple man, Lawrence smiled slyly and winked, motioning toward the back of the store with his head. “Bathroom’s that way?”

“Yessir.” The cashier cackled and leaned forward on the countertop as Lawrence walked away.

The bathroom was like every other public facility: dirty yet attempting to smell clean with the assistance of cheap deodorizers and weak overhead fans. There was only one urinal, and the handle had been snapped off. Stuck carelessly above the fixture hung a poorly-written sign that read, “Broked. Use Stall.”

Scrunching up his nose as he stepped into the tiny enclosure, he didn’t bother locking the door behind him and simply pushed it shut with his foot as he unzipped his fly.

As soon as he started to relax and relieve himself he heard the heavy bathroom door squealing open.

“Someone’s in here!” he shouted angrily. The image of the charmer at the cash register came to mind and he began to wish he’d thought to lock the stall.

The door slammed shut and everything was silent. His heart started to race as he cautiously zipped his pants and flushed the toilet. Though he heard nothing, he felt the presence of another body in the room.

He pulled the stall door open gingerly and stepped out as fast as he could, practically swinging himself around the stall wall and out into the open area of the bathroom.

Lily stood in front of the heavy door, smiling enticingly with both her hands behind her back, resting on the door handle.

“Boo,” she said in a breathy voice, taking a few long strides toward him. Her high heels echoed in the small, tiled room.

He stood perfectly still, his back against the outer wall of the stall, the toilet still slurping away at its last few drops of water. The space between them gradually decreased until her torso practically rested against his; her face tilted upwards expectantly.

Those eyes of hers were now more noticeable in the buzzing fluorescent lights than they had been in the glow of his headlights. Dark brown eye makeup cradled and accentuated their grayish-blue color; her pouting lips implored him to give her whatever she wanted.

“Lawrence and Lily,” she whispered, rolling her tongue with the “L” sounds. She raised her arms and wrapped them loosely around his neck, obliterating the last ray of light between them. Consistent with her behavior throughout the night, her eyes never left his.

With one continuous motion, she released her hold and delicately ran her palms over his shoulders and down his chest, followed by his abdomen. Hooking her fingers into the waistline of his pants, she rested her hands there for a moment before she tugged and he was thrown slightly off-balance.

“Aw! Don’t let my manly strength overpower you,” she giggled, pulling her hips back to his. Her lips were now dangerously close, and he bit down on his own as if to fight the urge.

“Your ‘manly strength?'” he laughed, reaching out abruptly and grasping her hips and grinding into her. She gasped loudly, and he watched with delight as her eyelids fluttered momentarily. A look of satisfaction lit up her face.

Pivoting quickly, he swung her around and pressed her back firmly into the synthetic wood of the stall. Pushing her legs apart with his knees, he reached down, sliding his hands beneath her thighs and bouncing her up onto his hips. Looking both stunned and pleased, she began to smile enormously, hugging him trustingly.

“Girl, you scared me,” he joked, shaking her slightly. “I thought I was gonna have to come out throwing punches.”

“Sorry. Do you hate me?”

Her eyes burned into his, shifting slightly as she looked from one eye to the other, as if searching for something.

Unable to control himself any longer, he took a deep breath.

And then he kissed her.

Her lips were soft, and responded to his with an electricity he’d never experienced. She released a feathery whimper, accommodating every move he made with alluring hospitality. Her grip around Escort Merter his neck tightened, and he felt her thighs compressing his midsection with a gentle pressure.

Her tongue moved with his as if it had been waiting for this moment for ages, dancing with a certainty that relaxed and inflamed him all at once. He slid one of his hands behind her thin neck and grabbed a handful of her auburn hair, pulling her tongue deeper into his mouth. She moaned loudly, and he felt her go slightly limp.

“Put me down,” she barely pulled away to whisper, her muffled words buzzing against his lips.

Carefully he released her thighs and she removed her arms from his neck, dropping her hands back down to his waist. Concentrating for only a moment, she began to feverishly unbuckle his belt before giving into his grip on her neck and kissing him once more.

Switching places again, she pushed his back against the stall wall with a rattling thud, giggling girlishly as she quickly unzipped his pants without looking. No sooner had she dropped them than he pushed her head downwards, her fingers still tugging at his dirty jeans.

She melted into his forceful action, crouching down and balancing successfully on her famous high heels. He caught a glimpse of her bedroom eyes gazing up at him as he watched her nimble fingers grab hold of his straining cock and press her moist lips lovingly against the head.

Dallying for only a moment, she practically inhaled the entire length of his erection into her mouth and throat, tilting her head back slightly to welcome it all. His eyes squinted closed out of sheer reflex, and he dropped his head lazily back against the wall, growling like a bear.

He shifted his hand from her neck to the back of her head, and he grasped her hair tightly and pushed her head down and up his shaft repeatedly. She moved exactly the way he wanted and needed her to, curtailing unquestioningly to his commanding hand like a faithful slave.

Utilizing everything she had, she ran her fingers up and down in conjunction with her tongue, which circled playfully around the tip, lingering in particular spots when he moaned.

“Mmm,” she would hum in response, curling her lips tightly around his cock’s perfect circumference. Even with her mouth full, he could feel her smiling.

The ecstatic first waves of his orgasm ignited deep within his belly, and then shot to the tips of his fingers and toes almost instantaneously. Just when he thought she couldn’t possibly fit any more of him down her throat, she managed to nestle the last few pivotal centimeters of his cock in the muscles of her esophagus, absorbing every drop of his fluid as it was released.

Her nails dug gently into his thighs as he came, partly to support his trembling legs, but also out of her own sheer arousal at the sights, sounds, and tastes of his climax.

She stayed glued to him until the last of his muscle spasms. Holding his eyes closed weakly, he felt her rise from her crouching position and shivered as she softly pressed her face into his neck and planted a series of airy, sensuous kisses on his sweaty skin.

“I want to go back to the truck,” she said in a hushed voice, as if she were telling him her deepest secret. Her fingertips traced the fading blue outlines of the tattoos on his forearms as she spoke.

Nodding slowly with a twisted smile on his face, he stood still as she helped him situate his pants, buckling his belt into position as if it had never been moved. Tucking her index finger behind the buckle, she led him towards the door. She paused for a brief moment to check herself in the grimy mirror before kicking the door open forcefully, as if in some violent protest against using the handle like everyone else.

She winked at the chuckling man behind the counter, and Lawrence wondered for a moment if she hadn’t let the man in on her plan to startle him in the restroom.

The early morning air was moist and heavy as they strode quickly across the parking lot; her thin fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist as she led the way. The change of scenery had revitalized him, and he now followed her with his heart racing in anticipation. Her hair bounced against her bare shoulders, still tussled from where he’d gripped it in his hand only moments ago. A thin strip of glowing skin peered out from between the bottom hem of her shirt and her jeans that sat low on her jutting hips.

She spun around when they made it to the passenger door, a loose curl sticking to her glossy lips before she brushed it away and slung her arms around his neck.

“What’d you think?” she smiled flirtatiously hanging on him as he unlocked the door.

“Oh, about the blowjob? It was alright,” he joked as she pretended to be shocked and offended.

“Well, if you didn’t like it, then I’ll never do it again, that’s just fine!” she laughed.

“Naw. You just need some more practice, that’s all.”

The door squealed as it opened, and she pulled him into another feverish kissing spell as she climbed up backwards- awkwardly- but completely devoted to keeping her lips to his.

Together, they clamored through the discolored curtain and fell in a tangled heap on the unyielding excuse for a mattress in the tiny cabin. Only a glimmer of the yellow lights that oversaw the parking lot filtered in through the gap in the curtains.

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All characters involved in the following story are over eighteen. Please note that this is a work of fiction, not based on any real persons or places, and certainly not intended to excuse acts of non-consensual sex under any circumstances. Do not read on if you are likely to be offended by explicit material. Copyright© 2016 ArbagastLives.

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How Neil had managed to get to eighteen without losing his virginity he couldn’t understand. But, after a run of spectacular fails and near-misses, he’d finally decided to bite the bullet and sneak along to the seedy cathouse everyone knew about downtown. Over the years, he’d heard the guys at school brag about the ‘Pleasure Centre’. But it all sounded like bluster, he doubted any of them had ever actually been near the place; in which case, would he actually be the first kid in his year to try it out for real…?

That thought makes Neil feel a little superior and a little less anxious as, well after sundown, he ducks into the innocuous-looking doorway, hoping to God he’s got the right building. Mercifully the woman at the desk is very friendly and tactful. As she checks his booking and hands him a room number, his confidence creeps up another notch.

Soon Neil stands on the threshold of a private room on the second floor, knowing it could also be the threshold of a new life for him. Nervously he knocks on the door.

“ENTER!” a woman’s voice trills.

Taking a deep breath, Neil turns the handle and walks in… and freezes. Not one, but two women face him, neither of them what he’d expected. One is a shapely lady in her early forties, wearing just a brassiere a towering dark-haired momma pushing fifty, her vast bosoms barely contained by a red lacy basque. As she sizes up his scrawny body, Neil can feel his clothes being stripped away by her hot, lusty gaze.

“Hmmmm… and who might you be, young fellow?” she enquires in a matronly tone, her brows arching.

“Err… I must’ve got the wrong room, sorry!” Neil stammers, and moves to leave- only to run smack into the third member of their party, a rotund blonde who has interposed herself between the youth and the doorway.

“Wow, he’s keen, isn’t he, Pam?” she chortles as Neil practically rebounds off her pneumatic curves. He can only gawp at her fantastic beer-barrel of a body, clad in just a pair of XXL white panties and still wobbling from their abrupt physical contact.

“Well he probably just wants to give us our money’s worth, Ros,” the shapely lady ventures, “After all, we’ve only got an hour…” Her accent is distinctly more sophisticated than the others, and her worldly blue eyes are making Neil feel decidedly uneasy.

Suddenly a pair of hands squeeze his shoulders experimentally; Neil jumps and whirls round to find himself eyeball to eyeball with the dark-haired lady. Then he jumps again at the sound of her blonde friend slamming the door behind her.

A mischievous smile plays around the dark woman’s lips. “Ooh, doesn’t he have a lovely face,” she twinkles, “Just perfect for sitting on…!”

Neil stares back in horror; surely she can’t be serious? Five seconds under that body would crush any man to death! Observing Neil’s alarm, her blonde companion can’t resist a taunt:

“Ever tried that, luv? Ooh yeah I forgot, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?

The young man gasps at the accusation but he doesn’t have a ready answer, and the women seize on his uncertainty as confirmation.

“Well,” the dark-haired lady coos, with an exaggerated wink to her friends, “This’ll be a day of firsts for you then!”

Before Neil can protest, her left hand slips down to pat his crotch, making him jump back. Once again he collides with her blonde accomplice, who embraces him protectively with her podgy arms: “Hey! Hands off the merchandise, Brenda!” she squeaks, “I’m supposed get first bite of the cherry, remember?”

Neil’s still trying to figure out how he’s stumbled into this circus (and how on earth they’ve all guessed he’s a virgin?) but he realises his urgent priority is to get out.

“Look – uh – there must be a mistake, I was only supposed to meet one woman, seriously!” he blurts, looking appealingly at each of the ladies in turn.

“Well then, you’re onto a very good deal aren’t you?” Ros giggles, squeezing him tighter; “Mmmm, he feels ripe and ready for plucking, girls!”

“N-No, wait – ,” Neil begins, his voice suddenly panicky as he finds himself unable to escape Ros’s surprisingly strong embrace, “I’m – I’m just a customer – my name’s Neil – this isn’t what I asked for…”

“Gosh, really?” replies the blonde woman, “Because you’re EXACTLY what we asked for! Now then – Neil is it? Let’s stop messing around and start… messing around!”

With that Ros begins physically hauling him in the direction of the king-sized bed that dominates the room. She pays no heed at all to his continuing protests; in spite of his terror, Neil’s dick is stirring in the presence of all these rampant Escort Karaköy female hormones. As the blonde’s near-naked body squashes up against his own he can sense her arousal too, in the shape of a pair of hard nipples pressing into his back.

“No wait, I – oh my God!!”

Neil’s outburst is prompted by Brenda who has just unclipped her bra to liberate a pair of world-beating breasts. Neil is so mesmerized by the sight of those jaw-dropping jugs that he’s caught off-guard when Ros suddenly trips over the edge of the bed, causing them both to tumble onto the mattress together. His blonde captor laughs merrily, rolling over until she comes to rest on top; for the first time Neil gets to appreciate Ros’s incredible weight, like somebody’s thrown a sack of coal on top of him, and he’s rendered completely helpless, even before Brenda lunges forward and seizes his wrists.

“Come on girls, get his togs off, get his dick out!” the dark woman urges. Her two friends respond, tearing at Neil’s clothing, buttons pinging everywhere as his shirt is comprehensively trashed. Faced with the three women’s combined strength, there’s little Neil can do to resist.

Neil is soon stripped to the waist, and Ros moves back, straddling his legs. The blonde’s bared, cushiony breasts cannot compete with Brenda’s, but they’re more than an eyeful for this uninitiated young lad, and his eyes go even wider as Ros starts wriggling out of her knicks, the elastic stretching further than it was ever intended to around those vast curves. Once fully naked, she sets about removing Neil’s belt, hauling down his trousers and boxer shorts. Three pairs of eyes fix on the youth’s exposed member.

“Well, well! You’ve been holding out on us girls, haven’t you Neil?” purrs the shapely woman, swapping glances with her companions in an unspoken understanding. All of them realise that, although Neil is still only partly erect, his dick is already impressively long and thick – in no small part thanks to their own dirty talk!

“That’s quite a cock,” Pam breathes, holding his gaze.

Neil is gobsmacked – these women are discussing him like a piece of meat! Then her blonde friend rudely interrupts: “You wait your turn, Pam, this is my divorce party!” Ros huffs indignantly, “Anyway, you’re not allowed to get friendly with that thing, you said so yourself!”

“Ros!” the shapely woman scolds, before turning back to the youth: “Don’t you pay any attention to her, Neil, there’s plenty we can do together!” And she smirks, simultaneously brandishing her wedding ring and winking with the promise of unspecified naughty fun yet to come.

Ros meanwhile is shuffling forwards astride Neil’s thighs, eyes sparkling with malicious desire as she contemplates her handsome captive, impatient to stake her claim to his manhood. Neil stares straight at her frothy blonde pubes – his first ever glimpse of a woman’s sex – but then his view is suddenly obscured as a leg the size of a side of ham heaves menacingly across his vision.

It’s Brenda, straddling his upper body before sitting down heavily on his chest. The bedsprings groan under their combined weight – and so does Neil; her huge, spreading bottom is an irresistible force, the heat of her hungry pussy a raging furnace against his skin. But both are overshadowed, literally, by the breathtaking vastness of Brenda’s bust: Neil cannot tear his eyes away as it sways and wobbles above him. Taking his hands Brenda interlaces her fingers with his to spread his arms wide apart, then leans over him. Her mind-blowing mammaries dangle menacingly just above the youth’s awestruck face; it’s a truly intimidating sight, and Neil finally understands that there’s absolutely no hope of escape from these wanton women.

While Neil is gawping, Pam and Ros are acting. Pam is busy removing his shoes and socks, and Ros isn’t wasting time either: Neil suddenly feels a hand wrap around his still-hardening stem, something wet and warm brushing his cockhead; then he groans as Ros’s juicy pussy swallows his erection in one gulp. Instantly the blonde’s beaming face appears over Brenda’s left shoulder:

“Mmmm… isn’t that sweet?” she coos.

Neil can’t even reply, overawed by the sweet sensations enveloping his fully erect manhood. Ros’s smile soon fades as she embarks on a steady rocking motion with her hips; like a powerful locomotive slowly stirring into life, her whole body begins shunting back and forth, repeatedly devouring his virgin prick with easy, measured strokes.

As fucking noises begin to echo around the room, Neil makes one last desperate bid to break free of this nightmare:

“Please, this is all a mistake, I’m not who you think!” he blurts. But only Brenda pays him any mind.

“It’s ok babe, no need to keep up the act!” she whispers, running her fingers idly through his hair as she smiles wickedly down at him. Then she shuffles forwards, her vast, rosy thighs parting wider astride Neil’s flushed face. “Right then, my lovely Kayaşehir escort lad, are we ready for our first lesson?”

Suddenly Neil sees the gates of paradise spread wide open above him, and he realises to his horror that Brenda wasn’t joking about her plans for him. But there’s barely time to appreciate this vision of wonder before those powerful pins slam shut around his head like the doors of a penal institution, smothering his appeals for clemency between those immense, immovable thighs. Soon Neil is struggling even to breathe as Brenda’s ample flab envelops his whole head, imprisoning him in her warm, womanly custody. Her prolific pubic bush crunches up against his face, leaving only a narrow gap through which his desperate eyes are begging for mercy. But there’s precious little sympathy in the woman’s hungry gaze, and certainly no mistaking the single command that her wide, smirking lips now deliver:

“Inside.”

Brenda is demanding he pay proper tribute to her womanhood, and Neil is in no position to refuse. Under her disciplined stare, he ventures forth with his tongue and cautiously enters the slippery playground of her slavering sex. With a not-so-subtle grind of her hips she nudges his jaws further apart, opening his mouth in an involuntary yawn that encompasses the whole of her plump pudenda.

“Mmmmm yes, that’s the way!” Brenda growls, demonstrating for the first time the astonishing baritone she’s capable of producing in moments of extreme pleasure; it’s a sound her lover will be hearing plenty of before the night is out.

Neil still can’t believe what’s happening. Until ten minutes ago, he’d never even seen a woman naked: now there’s one grinding her pussy into his face while another is doing her best to strangle the life out of his dick! Meanwhile, their accomplice Pamela surveys the scene and smiles. She knows that pretty soon her two friends will be riding high on their shared lover, racing neck-and-neck (or possibly rump and rump) towards the finishing line.

So far it’s Brenda who’s winning the battle for Neil’s attention. Her hot, hungry loins progressively overwhelm all his senses: all he can hear is the quickening pulse of her blood; all he can smell is the heady fragrance of her sex; all he can taste is her potent nectar spilling over his tongue. His vision is filled with her wonderful, pink, wobbly curves, and all he can feel is the coarse rasp of her pussy hair and the unbreakable grip of her smooth, cushiony thighs around his head. He knows of course that their softness is deceptive; those thighs are backed up by powerful leg muscles that could crush him in a second, should Brenda have a mind to. In this moment, however, the dark, scary, forty-something has become his entire world.

And then the world explodes around him.

It’s startlingly violent as for the first time in his life Neil comes face to face with the full fury of a female orgasm. Neil had always imagined man to be the dominant partner in the bedroom but now, with Brenda gripping onto his tousled hair and roaring in triumph, he’s forced to concede that this insatiable woman is very much in command. Even once Brenda has finished getting her rocks off big-time, Neil is not out of danger; his relief as she relaxes her grip is short-lived when suddenly her full weight bears down upon his face, practically smothering him. He’s near to blacking out before Brenda finally lifts herself off, leaving him gasping for air like a stranded fish, before sitting back down on his chest, her great weight practically forcing the air from his lungs; but even under these circumstances, Neil finds himself unable to wrench his gaze away from Brenda’s great legs splayed wide apart in front of him, and that glorious, victorious gash at their juncture.

Ros won’t be outdone either. The hefty lady is riding him ever more vigorously, really showing him what sex is all about: Neil doesn’t want to lose his virginity this way, but the harder he resists, the harder Ros humps. In the midst of her thrashings, with tears in her eyes, she looks across at her elegant friend Pamela:

“Oh CHRIST!” she groans, practically begging; “Oh Pam, you’ve GOT to try this!!”

“Ros! You know I can’t,” retorts the seemingly unshockable Pamela, self-consciously fingering her wedding ring again; “Anyway he’s your treat, remember?”

There’s no answer back from Ros; she’s bouncing really wildly now, with little apparent concern for the damage she might do to this young lad. On every upstroke, waves of contraction assault Neil’s captive dick; on every downstroke, she impales herself wholeheartedly on his tortured tadger. Never in his wildest dreams had Neil imagined such mind-blowing sensation, least of all from a woman more than twice his own age.

Brenda can’t help laughing at the youth’s rapt expression, and she shuffles forwards to drown him once more in her damp forest. To his alarm Neil realises he’s only whetted the dark woman’s appetite; she expects Küçükçekmece escort bayan a lot more for her money, and he must once again consign his weary tongue to the tender mercies of her muscular vaginal walls. Pamela chuckles as two immense white arses open the second movement in their obscene duet.

It’s obvious the finish can’t be far off. Neil’s resistance is crumbling fast, and Ros mercilessly drives him on, her tireless pussy yanking on his dick like a giant, slippery fist. Her friend meanwhile is on the cusp of her second coming, desperately grinding atop his elusive tongue. It’s more than mortal man can stand and finally, with nearly forty stone of female flesh shuddering to a climax on top of him, Neil can hold back no longer. His muffled groans of surrender echo around Brenda’s nether regions as he gives up his precious payload to Ros’s all-conquering cunt. The dark-haired woman sniggers, gripping his head tighter between her thighs, smothering his gasps without even realising their true significance. Pamela, watching the orgy from the sidelines, is also unsuspecting. Only Ros knows the truth: this boy is now a man, his virginity finally wrenched from his grasp, only to be pitilessly sacrificed on the altar of these middle-aged hussies’ uncompromising lust.

It takes a moment for both women to recover from their exertions. As soon as she’s got her breath back, Ros gasps the news:

“Christ, Brenda, he came in me, he just came in me!” she wails.

“WHAT THE HELL?” Brenda shouts, rudely snapped out of her pleasant afterglow, “We’re supposed to have forty bloody minutes left!!” Her expression is furious as she glares down between her thighs at Neil’s peaky face, freshly smeared with her juices; he looks more terrified than ever. But before he can stammer an apology, Pam comes to his rescue:

“Well, he must be a quick recoverer then; didn’t they tell us all their chaps could keep it up for hours, no problem?”

“He’d fucking well better be!” Brenda growls, “‘Cos I’m not leaving this room until I’ve had that thing up to the hilt!”

Both ladies mutter discontentedly as they clamber off the embarrassed, spent youth, curves wobbling all over the place. For an instant, Neil is free. He considers making a break for it, but he’s so drained from his exertions with these gargantuan floozies that he can barely stand.

And then the opportunity passes as Brenda grabs hold of his arms, pulling them up above his head. Using strips of his own shredded shirt she lashes his wrists to the bedposts; useless or not, she doesn’t intend to let him escape!

All three women stare at the young man, wondering what to do with him next. It’s Pam who comes up with a solution:

“Look, Ros, why don’t you go get cleaned up while I try to bring him back to life?” she suggests, “He just needs is the right sort of encouragement, I reckon…”

Whatever Pam means, her dark-haired friend doesn’t share her confidence.

“Well, if it doesn’t work we’re going straight downstairs to have it out with them,” Brenda huffs, “And they’d better find us a decent replacement. Dammit, I’m really horny now!”

“Don’t fret, Brenda, leave him to me,” Pam waves her two friends away. Then she starts wriggling out of her tights as, grudgingly, the others head for the bathroom, content for the moment to let Pam make her play.

Climbing onto the bed and kneeling alongside the tethered youth, the shapely woman gazes down sympathetically at his naked, used body. “OK, let’s get you nice and rock-hard again,” she whispers.

Neil can’t believe what she’s saying; this woman looks like she could be a sales rep, or a dispensing chemist – some kind of respectable professional for sure. But here she is, butt naked, a force of nature preparing to unleash her sexual fury on her captive male. A fierce but restrained passion simmers in her eyes as she stares directly into his. Neil can’t help wondering if he’ll ever bump into this woman again in normal life; if so, how would they both react?

Pam opens the bedside table, producing a box of tissues which she uses to wipe down Neil’s shrivelled dick. She completes the job thoroughly before wrapping one hand around his wilted manhood, cradling him gently but firmly, a smile lurking around her lips. Then, to Neil’s surprise, she turns and flips one smooth leg across his head so she’s straddling him, poised on her knees and elbows with her hips hovering directly above his face.

It’s Neil’s second decent view of the female sex organ; quite different from Brenda’s, her hair is shaved save for a lone triangular patch crowning her glory. Her pubic area is fully exposed for his viewing pleasure: the outer lips gape wide already, with the loose, fleshy inner flaps pushing out from the centre, glistening with moisture already. Her pussy seems to be calling out to Neil, summoning him home to its warm, comforting embrace.

He’s brought back to reality by Pam’s tightening grip on his flaccid dick. Weary though Neil may be, her slender fingers still get a response as they work up and down, casually tugging at his most personal part as if she’s known him for years. Long locks of hair tickle against his thighs, and Neil can feel her gentle breathing against his crotch; then he gasps as those wide, sensuous lips envelop his cock!

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Dhanno and Kammo were planning to sleep with Rakesh together. However, fate had other plans. Kammo was required to go away for some urgent work in her village. She made plans for her sister to come and stay with Dhanno to work in the other homes of the colony.

Kammo’s sister’s name was Panna and she was over 55 years old. She arrived in Rakesh’s house the next day. Dhanno had informed Rakesh on phone that Kammo’s sister would be substituting for Kammo. Rakesh agreed after Dhanno confirmed that she was a reliable and honest lady. Panna was living in a town just 20 km away and had her own home. She did not have any family as her husband was dead and her only child, a son, had gone abroad to the Gulf and rarely came home. Besides, he was married and his family lived in another town quite far away from where Panna lived.

Panna was much taller than Kammo and was big boned and voluptuous, with breasts at size 40 and a hip size of 42. She had an Amazonian personality with a deep but nonetheless feminine voice. She was welcomed by Dhanno, who had met her briefly years ago. Both ladies hugged each other and it seemed to Dhanno that Panna held her in embrace a little longer than normal. Panna kept her things in a bag that held her clothes and underclothing. She was not in the habit of wearing brassieres and only sometimes wore panties. Her attire consisted of a few cotton saris and blouses and petticoats.

What Dhanno was unaware of was that Panna had a healthy appetite for both food and sex. She had been carrying on with a young man of 25 in her neighborhood and also had a female lover some 20 years younger than her. Panna liked Dhanno at first sight and noted her attractive face and smile and the shape of her body. She decided to seduce her that very day. However, there was work to be done and so the plan had to be executed later in the day. Dhanno took Panna to all the homes where Kammo was working and introduced her. Kammo was expected to be away for a month.

Rakesh had informed Dhanno that he was going to be away for a further five days, something that made Dhanno unhappy. However, this was a godsend to Panna. After completing work in all the homes, Panna returned home in the afternoon. Panna told Dhanno that she normally slept nude and proceeded to remove her clothes. Dhanno could not help looking at Panna. For a 55 year old lady she was well preserved with firm breasts and only a slight tummy. Her hips were also quite firm.

Panna asked Dhanno to remove her clothes too. Dhanno just obeyed. There was a certain sexual charisma about Panna that forced her to do Panna’s bidding. Panna had laid a straw mat on the floor and a cotton rug over it. She liked to sleep on the ground except when it was very cold when she would use a cotton mattress.

Panna pulled Dhanno to her and kissed her on her lips. Dhanno was still almost under hypnosis and did not respond in any way. Panna slipped her tongue in Dhanno’s mouth and moved it around. Finally Dhanno reacted and responded. By then Panna had her hand on Dhanno’s tits. Her finger worked on her nipples and soon her mouth followed. She quickly trailed her way down and went down on Dhanno. Her fingers went into Dhanno’s wet pussy at an angle and tickled her g spot while sucking on her clit. Dhanno, who had never had such pleasure in her life, came repeatedly. Finally, Panna left her and pulled her over herself. Dhanno feasted on Panna’s bountiful breasts and then went down on her. She sucked on her pussy and repeated what Panna had done to her. Panna came again and again and asked Dhanno to stop.

Both ladies went to sleep in each others’ arms and woke up after a couple of hours. Dhanno went to the kitchen to make tea for both. Panna woke up and looked for her and went to the kitchen. She put her arms round Dhanno and cupped her tits. Soon she had Dhanno’s nipples hard by her ministrations. Her hands trailed down Dhanno’s body and went to her pussy. Her expertise and skill showed as Dhanno writhed in delight and came very shortly.

Both could barely wait to finish their tea. Soon they were back on the bed with Dhanno applying her fingers and tongue to make Panna come again and again. Then it was Panna’s turn She spent a lot of time on Dhanno’s breasts and then her navel till she went to her pussy. Panna used her fingers and tongue to excite her gspot till Dhanno came repeatedly.

The next few days before Rakesh arrived were spent blissfully by the two ladies and they were fully spent sexually. Panna was sexually very voracious as well as skillful and Dhanno enjoyed herself thoroughly. Dhanno also made sure that Panna was satisfied and both were content.

Rakesh arrived after a week, early in the morning after Panna had left for her work, and told Dhanno that he would have to leave again in a few more days. He first refreshed himself, had a shower and ate his breakfast, There was still some time before he went to his office and he called Dhanno to his room. Rakesh was nude and Dhanno Karaköy escort had missed him and his fucking. She quickly stripped and went to him. Rakesh had also missed her and he wasted no time in sucking her nipples and then going down on her. Dhanno was already wet in anticipation. She also went down on Rakesh and aroused him, not that it was needed. Soon Dhanno was on her back and Rakesh was inside her. Both were in the throes of passion and soon both came,

Rakesh told her that he would be back in the evening. He left for work and Dhanno busied herself with the household chores. Panna returned from her work and went to their room. Dhanno also finished and went to rest. Panna as usual removed all her clothes and lay down on the mattress. Dhanno too stripped and went next to her. Very soon both were kissing and embracing each other. Dhanno held Panna’s breasts with both her hands and soon had her mouth on her nipples. After a while both were doing a 69 and came. They slept and got up at around 4 PM.

After having tea both relaxed. Rakesh came home around 6 PM. Kammo made tea and asked Panna to take it to him. Panna took it to him and apprised Rakesh a little surreptitiously Rakesh also did not fail to notice her huge breasts, more so when Panna bent down to give him the tea cup and saucer on the tea tray. Soon Dhanno came and told Rakesh that this was Panna who was substituting for Kammo.

Panna returned to the room but Rakesh asked Dhanno if she was available. Dhanno said she would find out. Panna was more than pleased at the prospect of having sex with Rakesh.

At night, Panna went to Rakesh’s room with a glass of milk. Rakesh asked her to stay till he finished. He told her to keep the glass in the kitchen and come back to him. Panna returned and asked Rakesh whether he wanted anything else. Rakesh asked her to sit on his bed. He enquired about her and her family as well as whether she was comfortable staying in his home. Panna said she was fine. Panna did not waste any more time. She told him that Dhanno had already briefed her and that she was ready.

She removed her clothes and Rakesh saw her relatively firm 55 year old body. She came and stood next to him. Rakesh was already sporting an erection and he also removed his clothes. Soon both were kissing each other and rolling on the bed. Panna went down on Rakesh and took his prick in her mouth. Her expert tongue created very pleasurable sensations in Rakesh but she stopped short when he was about to come. Soon Rakesh also kissed and caressed her body paying a lot of attention to her breasts and nipples. He also licked and sucked at her clitoris and soon Panna came. Rakesh asked her to lie down and he inserted his prick into her vagina. Panna was soon lifting her hips in sync with his thrusts and soon both came together. Panna retired to the bathroom to wash herself.

Rakesh asked her to come to him the next night as he had an early start the next day. Panna returned to Dhanno’s room looking quite satisfied. Dhanno was almost asleep but smiled when she saw Panna and enquired about how she found Rakesh. Panna blushed, a rare thing for her! Both ladies fell asleep as they had to wake up early to make tea for Rakesh.

After Rakesh left, Panna went to various homes for work and returned in the afternoon. Dhanno had also finished her chores for the day. Rakesh was away and would return only at around 9 PM. Comme d’habitude, they had sex in the afternoon and both slept till late evening.

When Rakesh returned he appeared to be serious. He told them that a distant aunt, Poonam, was coming to his home the next day. He had to pick her up from the railway station early in the morning. The message was clear to Dhanno and Panna. No sex with Rakesh that night and for the duration of his aunt’s stay.

Next day Rakesh brought his aunt home and both Dhanno and Panna were awake and waiting for her. Rakesh’s aunt was accommodated in the guest room. The two ladies helped her with the luggage and also made some tea for her and Rakesh.

Poonam was a slim lady with a cute face. She had large eyes and an attractive mouth. Her nose was a trifle wide but still well shaped. Her hair had a few streaks of grey showing that she was around 50 years of age. Her figure was best described as compact with a slim waist and firm medium sized breasts and bottom.

Her husband had died in an accident, a big tragedy in the life of his young wife She had to look after two children. Fortunately, they were quite well off and had a good home and enough money. Poonam was an affectionate and caring lady and she brought up her children very well. Both children were successful in life. Poonam lived in her own home and had a couple of servants to help her in maintaining her home. She rarely moved outside of her home and Rakesh visited her sometimes, since her children were abroad.

The next few days were spent by Poonam in acquainting herself with Rakesh’s home. Kayaşehir escort bayan However, she had little to do as both Dhanno and Panna would do almost everything themselves. Poonam spent her time reading books and watching TV.

Poonam had been deprived of sexual activity once her husband passed away. Like most Indian women, she had submerged her urges by looking after her children and reading and improving her knowledge. In the rare times that she felt like having sex, she would masturbate in the privacy of her bedroom.

Now that she was alone in her large home with only two elderly servants to do the household work, she would sometimes surf the net and watch sex videos, in the recent past. She found herself drawn to lesbian videos and started watching them. This would make her feel even more aroused. However, she had no release except by masturbating.

In Rakesh’s home, she had no access to the internet in privacy. However, she did not feel any stirrings as she had enough reading to catch up and TV to see. Her routine consisted of getting up by 6 and completing her toilet, having tea and later breakfast. Even if she wanted to help with the household chores, Dhanno would not hear of it. She would therefore watch TV or read and relax. Lunch at 1PM was followed by a nap. She would get up by around 4 PM after which she would be served tea. Dinner was at around 9 PM and she would be in bed by 11:30 after watching TV and reading.

Three days after she landed, she finished her nap earlier than usual and decided to go to the servants’ quarter to ask Dhanno or Panna to make some tea for her. As she approached the room, she heard some sounds inside that were like someone having sex. Panna was licking Dhanno’s pussy and Dhanno was encouraging her and sighing. Poonam peeped into the room through a small window and was quite shocked. To see something on video and live was quite different. The sight of two very voluptuous women making love with their huge breasts and hips as well as the actual sounds was mesmerising.

As Poonam watched, she saw Panna insert her fingers in Dhanno’s pussy and lick her simultaneously. She saw Dhanno almost screaming as she came again and again. Poonam almost started fingering her own pussy but resisted the temptation and went back to her room. She shut the door and lay on the bed. She then lifted her gown and lifted it above her head. Soon she was nude and was squeezing her breasts. Her hands went downwards and she lightly touched her vagina with her fingers. She then started touching and playing with her clitoris. She felt herself getting more wet and finally she orgasmed, barely able to suppress her screams. After a while she got up and wore her gown.

She washed herself and went to the drawing room. Poonam thought she would go mad if she did not have actual sex soon. She decided that the opportunity could be had with Dhanno more easily as she would be at home when she was alone.

Soon, both Dhanno and Panna came there and started making tea for Poonam and themselves. Rakesh came home and both Poonam and he had dinner quietly. Rakesh had some office work to complete and had to again leave home early the next day. He sat and did his work on his table in the room and slept by around 11:30.

Next day, Rakesh left for work after breakfast, and soon thereafter Panna too left for hers. At home only Dhanno and Poonam were left. Dhanno started sweeping and swabbing the house and then dusted the furniture. Poonam sat in the drawing room reading the newspaper and watching the morning news. She went for her bath and stripped in the bathroom. After her shower, she called out to Dhanno and told her to bring her towel as she had forgotten to get one. Dhanno saw the bathroom door was slightly ajar and she could see Poonam’s nude form. She gave the towel to Poonam but was asked to put it on the towel stand inside. Dhanno did not fail to notice that Poonam’s figure was slim and firm. Her breasts were neither small nor large. They were the size of a medium orange and her nipples contrasted against her fair skin. Her butt was tight and quite shapely.

After a while Poonam came out of the bathroom and wore a gown but did not wear either bra or panties. She asked Dhanno to come to her room after finishing her work. Dhanno came in about ten minutes. Poonam asked Dhanno to shut the front door and bring some oil to massage her body. She removed her gown and told Dhanno to start the massage. Dhanno started with her feet and went up to the back of her knees. Meanwhile Poonam asked her about herself, how long she had worked with Rakesh and other general things.

She asked Dhanno to remove her clothes to prevent them from getting dirty and oily. Dhanno started removing her clothes and was a little shy while doing so.

Poonam told her “You should not be shy as we are both women!”

Dhanno started massaging her back and shoulders carefully avoiding Poonam’s butt. Poonam Escort Küçükçekmece told her to massage her thighs and butt also. As Dhanno was doing it somewhat hesitantly, Poonam asked her to increase the pressure while massaging her butt. She spread her thighs a little. Dhanno noticed that a glimmer of moisture had collected around Poonam’s pussy. She had also got aroused by seeing Poonam’s slim and shapely body.

Poonam turned around and lay on her back. She asked Dhanno to massage her breasts and her navel. Dhanno started with her breasts and Poonam told her to knead them a little more. Poonam’s nipples grew hard and Dhanno noticed it. Her nipples also started growing hard. Dhanno massaged her navel and abdomen areas. Poonam asked her to go lower and massage her pussy. Dhanno hesitated a little.

Poonam said “You weren’t shy with Panna, were you?”

Dhanno had been eyeing Poonam for a while now and more so after seeing her nude. She went straight for her pussy, massaging it and manipulating the clitoris. Poonam was a writhing mess, moving her hips from side to side.

She told Dhanno ” Come on, insert your fingers and lick me!”

Dhanno did as she was told and Poonam became even more aroused. She pulled Dhanno to herself and started pawing her breasts. Dhanno lay next to her and started kissing Poonam on her lips. Soon both were tongue wrestling each other. Poonam had never been with a woman before but she had no inhibitions with Dhanno. Now Poonam sought and started sucking Dhanno’s nipples. She licked her way down to her navel and went a little lower but stopped short of her pussy.

Although Dhanno was extremely aroused and would have liked Poonam to lick her pussy, she held herself back. Instead she took Poonam in her arms and told her to lie down. She first kissed her neck and her shoulders and went down and kissed around her breasts, then slowly licked her breasts and then took one of her nipples in her mouth and licked and sucked at it. She paid attention to the other one and sucked at it.

Dhanno went down, licked Poonam’s navel and then her thighs and slowly licked her pussy before she licked and sucked her clit. Poonam jumped and was ecstatic. Her husband had never taken her to these heights. Dhanno pushed one finger into Poonam’s vagina and bent it a little to gain access to the roof. Soon she resumed licking her clit. Poonam was now in the throes of total delight. She screamed as Dhanno found her Gspot and made her come like never before. She now pulled Dhanno to herself as soon as her shudders stopped and kissed her very passionately.

Poonam asked Dhanno to spread her legs and licked her pussy and her clit. Before long Dhanno came again and again. But Dhanno was not finished. She asked Poonam to lie on her back and lay on top of her. She started rubbing her pussy against Poonam’s and soon Poonam reached another high. Both ladies were now totally spent. They held each other and stayed thus for around 15 minutes.

After a while, Dhanno got up and put on her clothes. Poonam told her to come the next day as well. She asked her to be discrete and not tell anyone about what happened. Dhanno had planned to get Panna to have sex with Poonam but did not want to tell her in view of Poonam’s brief to her.

Next day Panna said she had a little ache in her knees and so was unable to walk across to various homes she worked in. She asked Dhanno to take her place for the day. Dhanno wondered what she would do for Poonam as she would not be able to give her a massage. She informed Poonam of Panna’s predicament and told her that Panna could give her the massage, since she would be at home. Poonam agreed reluctantly. Dhanno asked her not to worry as Panna was equally good.

Dhanno informed Panna of what transpired and told her to help Poonam get her massage. Panna was quite happy as she had been eyeing Poonam’s trim form and wondered how she would look in the buff.

After Dhanno had left for her work and she had done the chores for the morning, she asked Poonam whether she needed a massage. Poonam told her that she could give her a massage before she went to bathe.

Panna came to her room with a cup of coconut oil and in petticoat and blouse. She had discarded her sari in the servants’ room. She asked Poonam to remove all her clothes and lie down on the bed over an old sheet that she had laid on it earlier. Soon Panna also removed her own clothes saying they would get greasy.

Panna started massaging Poonam’s feet and followed up with her knees and thighs. Very soon she was bending down and Poonam could feel her hard nipples on her thighs. Panna started getting closer and closer to her pussy while she was massaging her thighs. Her hands had reached her vagina in passing. Poonam had spread her thighs slightly and it was an invitation to Panna to massage the area. Panna used her fingers artfully and soon Poonam was wet and thrashing about. She turned around and pulled Panna to herself. Panna saw her breasts and started sucking on them and Poonam’s nipples. The massage was long since forgotten as Panna went down on Poonam and started sucking on her pussy and licking her clit. Soon she inserted her fingers and bent one of them to reach the gspot, still sucking on her pussy. Poonam came again and again.

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Have you ever found yourself in a situation, you knew many would consider wrong? No, I’m not talking murder wrong, so calm down, dear reader. I guess to tell this story right; I have to begin at the beginning of my story. A while back (no, I’m not telling you when, as for all I know, the wrong person or people are reading this) I was helping a friend move into her new place. Now, I know, helping a friend move isn’t a bad thing, but it was what happened after that was, well, so to speak. My friend had a nice neighbor, a widowed father with three boys: Bobby — 20, Dawson — 18, and Elliot — 12. Now, Bobby was okay, Elliot was cute, but it was Dawson who for whatever reason caught my eye. Now, I know, you’re thinking the author of this is a woman in her twenties or thirties at best. Well, my dear reader, you’d be partly mistaken. The author of this tale will admit to being over 35, but under 45. Yes, I know, a ten-year range is extreme, but I have my identity to protect. I will admit that I am female, short, 5’3″, with long curly blond hair, blue eyes, and a very curvy figure, and I’m talking 40D bra size, full hips, and curvy. Some would say I’m a bit of an hourglass shape, but my sand filter could be a bit thinner.

Dawson was handsome. Any teenage girl would have been attracted to him, and rightly so. He was 5’7″, slender but muscular, short brown hair and green eyes. When I first met him, we hardly talked. I’ll admit, I thought he was cute, bordering on handsome, but he was a kid. However, as time progressed, and we helped my friend get settled in, we would find ourselves talking more and more, and often, he and I would be alone talking. We were helping my friend fold her clothes, so she could take care of some other things in the house, when Dawson picked up one of her bras. Now, my friend is a wonderful woman, but when the good Lord was handing out breasts, she got passed over a lot. As a full figured woman (I’m serious about my bra size being a 40D), I’m not used to padded bras. Any lady with large breasts reading this knows that we don’t need to add, just support what we already have. Now, Dawson had no idea how to fold a woman’s bra (his mom had passed away about five years earlier and she always folded her own clothes.) Dawson handed me this heavily padded bra and asked me to fold it. I looked at it, smiled, and said, “Now, I’m all for a good over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder.”

That comment alone caused Dawson to burst out laughing so I waited for him to compose himself before I continued. “But with all this padding, it’s more like an over-the-shoulder-pebble-holder.”

Poor Dawson literally fell on the floor laughing hysterically. I did my best folding her bra (with mine, I just match the cups, pushing one into the other, and stuff the straps inside the cups), but the padding did make it a challenge. Dawson composed himself and had me fold my friend’s undergarments. I did notice that he would seem linger on the undergarments, maybe wondering what they would look like on a woman. Once the clothes were folded and put away, we resumed other tasks in helping my friend to get settled in. At lunch, his arm brushed my right breast. I’ll never know for sure it if was pure accident or an “accidentally on purpose” as I never asked. Hell, I was flattered to get the attention, accident or not.

About a month after my friend settled in, I came over to visit, have dinner, and catch up on old times. My friend became friends with her neighbor, who shared with us the loss of his wife, and how he was working to raise their sons the best he could. Dawson and Elliot were there, but Bobby was now attending college and wouldn’t be home for a few more weeks. Dawson and I joked around a lot through the evening, and at some point, he touched my ass. Now, it’s not like I’m a cougar or a damn predator, but I gotta tell you, it was pretty nice to have someone, hell anyone, pay any attention to me. I mean, this kid was giving me more physical action than I had seen in close to a year. His contact with me was gentle and subtle, something many men had forgotten how to do. After a wonderful dinner, and a few silly movies, I left for the evening. Dawson insisted in escorting me to my car, even though it wasn’t a far walk, nor was I parked in an overly dark area. I thanked my young escort with a soft kiss on his cheek, and I swear there was heat between us.

A few days later, my friend called me in a panic. Her parents were in a car accident, and the nice widower neighbor was going to drive her the five hours to the hospital, but they needed someone to stay home with the boys. I knew Dawson was a responsible boy, but Dad just felt better if a responsible adult was there with the boys, just in case. Now, I’ll admit, I thought this was a bit odd, a father wanting a woman he hardly knew babysitting his sons, but I quickly agreed. I arrived to find my friend nearly hysterical and the neighbor trying in vain to calm her down. She was really close to her parents and the fact that they were hurt, and she now lived so far away, was more than she could handle. I had brought an overnight bag assuming I’d be sleeping in Escort Güngören one of their respective apartments and shooed them off assuring them everything would be fine.

The kids and I decided on having pizza for dinner, it was easier than trying to figure out what a teenage, and a near teenage boy would want to eat. After dinner (two large pizzas later… damn could those boys eat), we watched some movies until it was time for the younger one to go to bed. Of course he protested and insisted his dad let him stay up later than he really did, but this argument ended when I called his dad and confirmed the truth. I’ll give the kid this; he held his ground until he realized I really did call his bluff. I was told the older one could stay up until midnight as neither had school, but the younger one had just gotten a bad grade on a test and lost the privilege of the later bedtime for this weekend, but it would be revisited depending on my report upon his return. Once Elliot was settled and asleep, (he lasted all of ten minutes), I watched a movie with Dawson. However, neither of us found any interest in the film, so I handed Dawson the remote and let him pick a film. After some channel surfing, he found a movie he liked. It didn’t take me long to see why.

Now, again, I’m not a predator or a cougar, but this kid found a film with lots of sex, bordering on soft-core porn. I figured if it bothered me too much, that I’d just go to bed early. That’s when Dawson asked, “Have you done that before?”

“What, sex?” I asked.

“Well, yeah, I mean, no,” he started to blush. It was so cute. “I mean, what she’s doing, or pretending to be doing.”

On the screen, a woman was performing oral sex on a man, or at least, that’s what we were led to believe. I’m never sure with some wannabe pornos how much they actually do versus how much they fake. “Oh, yeah. I’ve done that.”

He gasped and asked, “Did you, ugh, I mean, that is, ugh, did he-“

I had to stop him before he died of embarrassment. “If you’re asking if I swallowed his seed then the answer would be yes.”

Dawson’s face went white. Perhaps I had been to blunt with him, and suddenly I was afraid I had guessed wrong when he asked, “Does it taste gross?”

I had to keep from laughing. That had to be the most honest question I’d ever been asked about that. So I smiled and said, “Truthfully, it depends on the man. Some have a more pleasant taste than others do. I’ve been told it’s the same with women.”

Dawson’s face went from white to red. Okay, I knew I crossed a line, and tomorrow, when his dad came home, I was going to be banned for life for talking to his son like this. I was about to go to bed and end my night when he asked, “Hold old were you when you did it the first time?”

“Sixteen,” I said. Not something I was proud of, but why lie?

His hand was now on my leg, and he said, “Please don’t go to bed just yet, I have more questions but I want, well, I want a woman’s opinion.”

I smiled. Suddenly I knew anything we talked about would never get back to his dad. “Okay, ask away.”

I turned so I was facing him instead of the television, folding my left leg under me, and turning my entire upper body toward him. He smiled nervously and asked, “Have you been with a lot of men?”

Ouch! Not a question I liked answering even when I’m in a committed relationship. I mean, I’m not a whore, but I’ve had my share of one night-stands and short-lived sexual relationships. “Well, that’s kind of a personal question. But I will tell you that I’ve been with enough men to know what I like.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said.

“Oh, you didn’t,” I said. “But, you have to be careful when you talk to a woman about her sexual past.”

“Okay,” he said. “Is there anything you don’t like?”

Now this was an honest question that a boy curious about sex should ask. “Well, for me personally, I’m not into physical violence. Some women are, and trust me when I say; they’ll tell you if they are.”

“Have you ever been tied up?”

Whoa! Where did that come from? Then I looked at the television and saw it, the woman was bound spread eagle on the bed and the man was having sex with her. “Ah, yes. It’s not something I do the first time as that is something that takes a lot of trust.”

His hand slipped up my thigh a bit like this was information he really wanted to know. Then he asked, “What was the biggest you’ve seen?”

This question made me laugh. Why were men so insecure about their size? This I never understood, but then again, I’m not a man. “I’ll tell you honestly, in the realm of real men, some are longer, some are thicker, but the real trick isn’t the wand they carry, it’s the magic they make with it.”

Dawson looked at me like I had just spoken French, so I continued, “Sex is more than just physical intercourse. It’s the touching and kissing. If you’re in a hurry, your partner will know it. But, if you take your time, you can make your partner feel like a goddess, or a god depending on your preference.”

“Goddess,” he quickly said. İnnovia Escort “I don’t do boys.”

I smiled and said, “That’s fine. I personally don’t care what people do as long as it doesn’t bother me.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his hand now on my hand that was resting on my thigh.

“I mean, gay, straight, or bi is not my business. If a man loves a man, and they are happy, then who am I to say anything. Same with women.”

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

Shit. I know this is a lot of guys’ fantasy, but really, why do they always ask? “Yes.”

“How was it?” Another honest question, but I was beginning to wonder what was up with this kid’s questions.

“Different,” I said. “And before you ask, the answer is 5. Each one different, and no I won’t tell you anything about any of them. Oh and if you mention this to anyone ever, I will deny it.”

None of them were my friend, in fact I don’t think she knew as it wasn’t something I bragged about with. Dawson quickly said, “Oh god no. I’d never tell. I just didn’t think you had. I mean, most women haven’t.”

Great, now he thinks I’m a freak, or maybe not, as his hand was now slowly going up my arm. “Most of us call it ‘bi-curious’ and that’s all it was, exploring the other side. Overall, I like men.”

He smiled for the first time that I could ever remember that evening. His had was now on my shoulder, and sliding back down my arm, but now his fingers were brushing against my breast as it went down. “I’m glad to hear that.”

I glanced at the movie and there was a guy performing oral sex on a woman. She was moaning loudly and I won’t lie, between the stupid movie and this kid’s touch, I was getting aroused. I smiled and said, “What else do you want to know?”

I guess he decided the time for talk was over as he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I could tell he was nervous, as he didn’t even try to put his tongue into my mouth. “That.”

I smiled and kissed him again, forcing my tongue into his willing mouth. I felt his breathing increase and his heart race, or maybe it was mine. This kid was holding out on me as he could kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and it was then I could feel his erection. I had no intention in doing anything on the couch, and even though he didn’t share a room with his brother, I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea, so I stood up, took his hands, and asked, “Which room?”

He bit his lip nervously and said, “Mine?”

“Do you have, um, protection?” Again, I’m not a whore, but how do I know if this kid is a virgin?

“Yeah,” he said. “My dad told me to have some on hand at all times, you know, just in case.”

I was starting to feel a bit set up. I mean, older woman, younger man. ‘And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know. Wo, wo, wo.’ “Does your dad know about—”

“No!” he snapped. “I mean, you’re a beautiful woman and all but, no, my dad has no idea.”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Yeah,” he said smiling. “I’m not a virgin.”

Thank God! I mean, I’m not against deflowering a virgin, but it just makes my job so much harder and I will get so little out of it. “Lead the way.”

Turns out his room isn’t next to his brother’s, but next to the bathroom. It seems the architect who designed this unit was thinking. The bathroom was a buffer between the two rooms. Dawson’s room was what I expected from a teenage boy. Lots of posters of beautiful women in tiny bikinis on cars, or on the beach, with a few movie posters I recognized. He had a full size bed that wasn’t made, but other than that, his room wasn’t a complete mess. He had the overhead light on, but then he flipped on the lamp on his bedside table, turned on the radio, and turned off the overhead light. This gave the room a softer, somewhat more intimate feel. I’m not sure which one of us was more nervous. I mean, it’s been years since I was with a younger man, and he was by far the youngest in terms of age gap I’d ever been with. He walked over slowly to me as a slow song played. He took my hand and surprised me by asking, “May I have this dance?”

Okay, I won’t lie, I was totally flattered. This kid was trying to seduce me. I nodded and we put our arms around each other and slowly moved to the music. I put my head on his shoulder and we danced to the music. I could still feel his growing arousal pressing into my stomach, and my own sex becoming moist. I felt his head move and when I looked up; he leaned down and kissed me, this time with much more force than before. Our tongues danced in their erotic coupling, and I knew this kid was no virgin. He danced and kissed me to his bed, then pushed me down. I won’t lie; it made me giggle like a silly schoolgirl. I scooted back onto his bed as he slipped my shoes off my feet. Then he crawled next to me, and kissed me again. He looked deep into my eyes and whispered, “I’ve only been with one other girl. She knew how to kiss, but she never let me do much else. Will you teach me how to, ugh, go down on a woman?”

I had to take a step back and wrap Kağıthane escort bayan my head around what he just said. So, intercourse wise, he wasn’t a virgin, but in the other areas, he was. “Are you willing to listen and do exactly what I tell you?”

“Yes,” he said, reminding me of an eager puppy who wanted me to throw a ball for him.

“Good,” I said. “Have you ever had a woman go down on you?”

Okay, I was pretty sure I knew what his answer was going to be, but I wanted to know what I was getting myself into. He blushed and said, “No. I’ve wanted to, but most girls say it’s too gross.”

I giggled, then said, “It is something that takes courage to try, and practice to master. Let me show you.”

With that, I pushed him onto his back, and while I kissed him, I began to unfasten his pants. I could feel his nervousness growing, but he made no effort to stop me. I reached in and touched him through is boxers, then looked into his eyes and said, “If you don’t like something, or want me to stop, I will. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, or don’t want me to do.”

He looked at me like I just sprouted three heads, but then he realized what I was trying to do. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have kissed you in the living room.”

“Just as long as you know you have the power to stop this.”

“Yeah, like I’d exercise that,” he said sarcastically.

Well, you can’t say I didn’t try to warn the kid or give him an out. Maybe it was wrong to tell him this while my hand was on his member, but hell, I was aroused and I wanted to teach this young buck a thing or two. I kissed him then moved down, kissing him through his clothes, to the still covered member in his boxers. I kissed his penis through his boxers and heard him gasp. I smiled, as I knew, he was mine. I grabbed the top of his boxers with my teeth, and slowly pulled them down, letting my nose brush his firm erection. I swear he nearly lost it there. I grabbed his pants and boxers and pulled them down in one smooth move. I must admit, I even impressed myself with that move. I kissed up his legs, switching from one side to the other until I was back to his hips. “You may hold my head if you wish, but don’t force me down as it may cause me to gag and you don’t want me to vomit on you. I guarantee you, that’s a mood killer like nothing else.”

This is where having a sensitive gag reflex sucks. Most men think every woman is Linda Lovelace and have trouble understand why some of us can’t fully take their entire cock into our mouth. As for me and my abilities, if I can control the show, I never leave a man displeased. I’d tell you to ask them, but then, I’d have to tell you who they are and I’m so not doing that, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. I started by kissing the tip, licking the sweet, sticky substance that was there. Dawson gasped. I wrapped my lips over the tip, and slid my mouth down about half way down. I looked up and saw his eyes roll back into his head as he moaned. That’s when it hit me. I slid up and asked, “Will we wake your brother?”

He looked at me and realized the logic of my question. “No, he sleeps like the dead. Dad’s run the vacuum by his bed lots of times and he never wakes up.”

“Good,” I said. “Because if you’re going to climax in my mouth, I want some warning so you’d better tell me so I can prepare.”

His mouth fell open, and all I could hear was a squeak. I smiled wickedly and resumed what I had started. I slipped his firm cock back into my mouth and began to slide my head up and down. I felt him grow thicker and longer in my mouth as I worked my magic. I used many the tricks I had learned over the years including dragging my teeth gently along the sides to cause sensation, without harm, licking the head and teasing the hole, and fondling his balls with my free hand. I heard him moan, softly at first, then slowly growing louder. He’d whisper my name, but mostly, just moaned. Now, I really didn’t ‘need’ him to tell me when it was going to shoot, but I like it when a man makes noise. He did not disappoint though, and soon I heard, “Oh God! Oh fuck! I’m going to blow!”

And with that, I felt the warm sticky liquid fill my mouth. It tasted sweet and salty. I swallowed it down until he was fully drained. I licked him clean, then kissed the head softly and smiled. It took a few minutes for him to get his bearings again, as I crawled up next to him. Now sure, I was willing to call it a night and try to sleep (yeah right) but I was pretty sure, he wasn’t. I whispered in his ear, “You my young lover, have a sweet, salty taste, and was very enjoyable.”

That must have been the trigger to snap him out of his euphoria, as he was on me like a starving animal. I gotta give credit where credit is due, that boy knew how to make an impression and take advantage of a moment. His kisses were deep and passionate. We’re talking, curl my toes and straighten my hair kind of passion. He quickly removed my top, with a minor bit of help, removed my bra, and began kissing his way to my breasts. This only required minor instructions, where to kiss, and when to be gentle. I slipped his t-shirt off as his hands started to go south to remove my pants. He slipped off my jeans and soon I was laying there in just my pink thong panties (yes… I really wear those and it wasn’t just for this kid.) He smiled when he looked at those and asked, “Are those for me?”

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Not many people would view being a parking attendant as a glamorous job. Certainly Nate didn’t expect it to be the kind of job where he’d get much pussy. He expected, and got, long, lonely hours, a stupid shirt with a logo on it, a tiny booth, and no heater. So far the September nights had been kind to him, but God only knew what it would be like when the really bad weather hit.

Still, the money was okay and the long quiet nights gave him time to catch up with his reading and revision. Nate figured the job was better than working in McDonald’s and it was helping him get through his sophomore year in college. It also facilitated one of the most memorable sexual encounters of his life.

He did a 6pm-2am shift 5 nights a week and caught up with his sleep on the weekends. The private parking lot was a standard concrete, ramped, three parking floors, away from the city center, so it catered for a day working clientele and was not busy at night. Hardly anyone started their parking during Nate’s shift, so most of the customers picked up their cars, paid via the automated machine and went on their way. Nate simply dealt with the issues, and there weren’t many of those.

Sometimes someone’s ticket couldn’t be read by the machine, sometimes they’d lost their ticket and very occasionally the barrier wouldn’t work after they’d paid. None of this was difficult to deal with and Nate usually spent most of his shift reading, either his college work or the porn stash the day guy kept under the desk.

On the night in question, a Wednesday, Nate was leafing through a text book and making notes. It was even quieter than normal in the parking lot and not a single car had come or gone in the last hour. Now it was nearly eleven o’clock and he was caught a little off-guard when she came to the booth window and knocked for attention. Most people drove up to the window.

“Hello.” She started when he slid the window open. “I have a little… problem.” She smiled wanly at him.

The woman looked in her early fifties, very well dressed, long black hair and subtle make-up. She had a hefty black laptop bag over her shoulder and her pretty face looked a little embarrassed.

“How can I help you?” Nate asked, expecting the usual stories and ready to point to the notice on the wall about lost tickets being charged at the day rate. That thought was replaced quickly when the woman pulled out a ticket.

“I’m sorry,” she began uncertainly, “I don’t have any cash.”

Nate was about to point out that the machines took credit cards and he’d take a check when she continued, “I also don’t have any credit cards, or my check book. I left my purse at home this morning.”

He was sure the problem wasn’t unique, but it had never happened on his watch, and he didn’t recall any instructions on how to deal with it. Nate took the ticket she’d offered him and checked the date. It was that morning’s ticket and he automatically calculated the fee should be around $12. Not like that was ever going to break the bank or make anyone a millionaire. Always a sucker for a pretty face, Nate was about to offer to let her out of the lot if she drove up when she spoke again. “I park here every day. I can leave you my address and phone number, and I’ll pay you tomorrow.”

This last statement confirmed his belief that she was not just pulling some kind of scam to get out of paying. Nate handed her back the ticket and smiled. “It’s okay, just drive up. I’ll let you through.”

“Oh, thank you.” She beamed, “That is so kind of you. I’ll be right down.” And with that, she walked off briskly.

Back at his book, Nate didn’t notice as the minutes passed and no car had come through. Then the woman returned, once again on foot and once again looking sheepish. This time Nate saw her before she knocked on the window and opened it before she spoke.

“Is everything okay?” Nate had always been aware of the dangers of women alone using the lot and wondered if something untoward had happened.

“Yes, well, no.” She looked a little out of breath. “I… erm… my car battery. It’s dead.”

Nate smiled, mostly in relief. A dead battery was something he could do something about. “No problem. Let me just get the jumper and we’ll get you going. He opened the small closet that backed onto his booth and pulled out the portable jump pack. Then he hung the handwritten sign that said, “Horn for service”, stepped out of the booth and locked the door behind him.

The woman fell into step next to him and he asked where she was parked. They walked up two flights of stairs and emerged on the correct level. There was only one car parked on that level, a large white SUV. “That’s me,” she confirmed as Nate started walking towards the beast.

“Pop the hood,” Nate instructed when they got to the car. She had to open the door with the key as there was no power to use the remote. Once in the driver’s seat she opened the hood and he set about connecting up the jump pack.

The SUV fired up first time and Güngören escort bayan Nate unhooked his cables and closed the hood. He smiled at the woman who gave him a huge, relieved smile right back. While he wound the jump pack’s cables away she got out of the car and over to him.

“Thank you so much.” She touched his arm affectionately. “You’ve been so kind. I’m so grateful.”

“It’s no problem.” He shrugged off her effusive thanks. “Drive safe.”

The woman suddenly looked embarrassed again. “I don’t even have anything to give you.” She stated the obvious. Nate’s colleagues, when explaining about the jump pack, said that customers who needed help usually slipped a ten or twenty dollar tip to the on duty guy. He’d realized straight away that was not an option here.

“Wait.” She stopped him just as he was about to turn away.

Nate turned and the woman came close to him. She was shorter than him and looked up a little to meet his eyes. It struck him that she really was attractive for her age. Her hand again took hold of his forearm. “I’d really like to say thanks. Somehow.”

He was about to ask, “What do you mean?” but something about the look in her eyes suggested he didn’t need to bother. When her hand slipped from his forearm down to run up and down his thigh a little, left no doubt at all. A million thoughts about the logistics of anything he hoped she had in mind ran through his brain all at once.

“I…” He struggled for a meaningful response, but thankfully she realized there was none.

“Why don’t you get in the car and I’ll thank you?”

Nate placed the jump pack at the front of the car and got in the rear passenger door that she had opened for him.

He felt awkward for a few minutes while she got in the other door and sat next to him. She pulled off the light coat she’d been wearing and revealed a low cut blouse that featured some impressive cleavage. “Relax,” she encouraged, “relax and enjoy. I don’t bite. Well, not on purpose anyway.”

Nate was nervous but realized he was highly aroused and already uncomfortable in his jeans. Thankfully the SUV was so big there was plenty of room around the rear seats. The woman kneeled in front of him and reached out to feel the bulge he’d developed. “That’s nice.” she complimented as she started to pull at his belt. “You feel so big.”

Once she had undone his belt and zipper she fumbled around his underwear but quickly gave up and told him, “You need to help me get these down.” Nate eased up from the seat and pulled his jeans and underwear down over his hips. She completed the job, pulling then down as far as she could. As soon as he had sat down again she grasped his erection firmly. “Wow.” She smiled up at him. “Been a while since I’ve felt someone that hard. You young guys…”

He opened his legs as wide as he could as she eased them apart with her hands. Once she had his cock and balls fully exposed she slid her hand up and down his shaft a few times, and then dipped her head to take him in her mouth. Nate caught his breath as the first tingles ran through him. His instinct was to close his eyes and soak up the physical sensations that her mouth radiated but he was mesmerized by the sight of her head bobbing up and down in his lap while her hands stroked his shaft and balls. There was no doubt that her intention was to make him cum as quickly as she could, repaying his kindness several times over.

At nineteen years old, this wasn’t Nate’s first blowjob, but the difference between this woman and the teenagers he’d been with was marked. There was no hesitancy in her movements, only experience and confidence that she could bring her lover pleasure. He felt her tongue work on his shaft and over the head of his cock as she slid up and down him and in only minutes he knew that he wasn’t far from blowing his load.

“Is that good baby?” She paused to look up at him. “My teeth aren’t hurting you, are they?”

Nate shook his head. He hadn’t even felt her teeth. He watched as she resumed her work, hungrily taking him back into her warm, wet mouth.

He knew that she felt him close to cumming when she increased her upward pressure on his balls, squeezing a little and rubbing them upwards with her hand. Her other hand continued to stroke him while her mouth worked up and down with a relentless, constant pace that brought his climax closer with every stroke.

He didn’t want to explode without giving her fair warning and started to say, “I… I’m…” but she just flicked her eyes up to meet him and let him see that she knew, and was okay with the situation.

As he started to cum Nate groaned and his legs tensed. The woman continued to work up and down on him even though she knew he was now into an unstoppable orgasm. The force was shattering for Nate, shaking his legs and making waves of pleasure run out from his groin along every nerve in his body. Even when his climax moved to the next phase, she remained clamped onto him and Escort İnnovia stroking his cock.

Nate didn’t see his cum spurt from his cock, but he felt the jerk of the force, again and again. Her mouth didn’t move from him until he’d stopped spurting. He slumped in the seat and she raised her head from his cock, still holding it tight in her hand.

“Wow,” she smiled, “I think you needed that. You came a lot.”

Nate looked for evidence of his cum in or around her mouth. There was none. For the first time in his life, someone has swallowed all of his juice. It was a lot to take in, but he realized the situation, this woman and his orgasm had made for one of the most memorable sexual moments in his life.

“That was amazing.” He finally managed.

“You’re welcome Baby.” She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “It was a delight watching your face as you came. It’s been a while since I had a young stud like you. I enjoyed saying thanks.”

She was all business after that, something Nate was grateful for as he didn’t really know what was expected of him. It had occurred to him that he should offer some kind of reciprocation but she got out of the SUV and walked around to the driver’s door before he could say anything. Nate pushed his cock away and pulled up his zipper. He opened his door and got out.

Somehow he remembered that the jump pack was in front of the car, lifted it out of the way and came back to the open driver’s window. A big smile greeted him. “Glad you had fun Baby,” she said. “Thanks for all the help. Great customer service.” She curled her finger, motioning him towards her. He moved closer and she leaned out to kiss his cheek again.

“Just drive down and I’ll open the barrier.” He reminded her and then set off to get down the stairs while she drove around the ramps.

When she’d gone through the barriers Nate watched the SUV move out into the main road and off to wherever she was going. He tried to take in what had just happened, but failed. Used to sex being such hard work getting to the act, and his experience being limited to girls who probably knew less than he did, this was all new. All good, but all new.

****

Nate looked for the woman the next two nights. Not that he thought there might be a repeat performance, but he found himself yearning to know more about the woman who made him cum harder than anyone else ever had. She must have left the lot before his shift though, as he didn’t see her either evening. He even walked the floors briefly, just to see if her SUV was parked. It wasn’t and he concluded that she must have been working late Wednesday.

He hadn’t looked for her car on the Monday night. It had been uncharacteristically busy early and then he was trying to catch up with a book he had to read. He was deep in the book when she walked up to the window with a smile that said, “Remember me?”

Nate slid his window open and gave her his friendliest, “Hi.”

“Hi.” She seemed a little less confident than when he’d last seen her. “I just wanted to come and say… hi. Which I guess I’ve done. I wanted to… well, the other night was so sudden. I just wanted you to know I wasn’t using you, or anything like that. Hell, you don’t even know my name. My name’s Becky by the way.” Becky extended her hand to him.

Nate shook her hand through the window. “Nate. It’s okay, I don’t feel used, or anything like that. It’s good to know your name though.”

There was an awkward moment when neither of them quite knew what to say and then Nate took the initiative. “Would you like to come in? To the office, to talk. Only if you want to… and have the time.” He indicated the door next to his booth.

Becky smiled and said she’d like that. Nate quickly grabbed the key to office, came out of the booth and opened the door. It was hardly a palatial room and when he switched the light on he almost wished he hadn’t invited Becky in. There was one desk, covered in various pieces of paperwork, a small table with boxes of tickets for the machines, a water cooler and a spare chair. There were no windows in the room. Nate indicated that Becky should take either of the chairs and he offered her some water.

“No, I’m good thanks.”

Nate sat on the edge of the desk. Becky looked even better than he remembered. Tonight she wore a blue blouse, not showing cleavage, but tight across her ample bust. Her black skirt was also tight, around her hips. Nate could see that she carried a few extra pounds, but she carried them well and looked great. Her face was the same, good complexion, nice teeth and a few extra lines around her eyes, but she could still turn a few heads, Nate was sure of that.

“I just wanted to let you know,” Becky started, “that what happened last week wasn’t… normal for me. I didn’t want you to think of me like that. I genuinely was thankful for your help, but I was also very… attracted to you.”

Nate tried to be dismissive. “It’s okay, really. I didn’t Kağıthane escort think of you like that, and I had a really nice time.”

“You did?”

“Of course.” Nate felt his face start to flush. “It was really good. You were… very memorable.”

“I’m glad then.” Becky reached forward and gently grasped Nate’s forearm, the same simple gesture of affection she’d used before. “It was really quite nice for me too.” She caught Nate’s questioning glance. “You might not think it, but giving you pleasure like that was really hot for me. I really enjoyed that.”

“I wondered at the time if I should… you know, do something similar for you.”

Becky shook her head quickly. “No, no. I really did want to say thanks and I was already very late. I had to go. But that was a nice thought you had. You really are a nice young man.”

Nate didn’t say it, but thought that she was a horny old woman, but that wasn’t a bad thing, obviously, as he had the evidence growing in his pants to prove that. He got the feeling that Becky might be there for something more than just a talk and figured that there was no loss to him if he brought up the subject. “I don’t suppose you’d have time for… I mean, would you like to… like me to?”

Becky’s face took on a sly, knowing grin. “Are you asking if I’d like some more of that lovely hard cock of yours?”

“Yes.”

She stood up, again taking his forearm, and closed her face to his. “That sounds like a lovely idea.”

Becky kissed him boldly. Nate responded quickly, enjoying the softness of Becky’s mouth and the urgency of her kiss. Their tongues searched for each other hungrily, moving with the exciting, improvised sensuality that comes with a new lover. Nate wrapped his arms around her and she pressed her body tight into him, not hiding her desire to feel his erection as her thigh moved up to press against it.

“God, I’ve not been able to think about anything since last week.” She breathed when they broke the kiss. Her hand slid down to touch his hard on through his jeans. “You were so hard. I’ve been thinking about you inside me ever since. I’ve been wet for days thinking about you.”

Nate wasn’t used to a woman being so upfront with her emotions and desires for him, but this felt like he could get used to it real quick. “I wanted to lick you.” He confessed as she started kissing him again.

“Still want to lick me?” Becky asked, already reaching for the rear zipper on her skirt. “You got a taste for some older pussy?”

“I want to.” Nate backed off and let Becky slide her skirt off to reveal a pair of white panties that had a very obvious wet patch at the front. He reached down and touched her through the panties while she kicked the skirt away. She was hot, radiating heat and sexuality.

Becky didn’t wait for him to pull her panties away and reached down to hitch them down and step out of them. Now her pussy was exposed to Nate’s gaze. Before he could reach out to touch her Becky sat back on the edge of the desk and opened her legs, exposing herself in all of her neatly trimmed glory for him to see. Her pussy lips protruded as she shifted her ass to be comfortable and her slit opened a little, exposing a tiny amount of slick pink skin.

“There you go.” Becky invited. “All yours Nate.”

No second invitation was needed. Nate slipped down to his knees, between Becky’s legs, and got a good look at her pussy before he closed in on her and licked for the first time.

Becky groaned as soon as his tongue touched her. He licked all the way up and down her opening, then along each side, lapping at her pussy lips as he went and feeling her slick juices on his tongue. Becky’s hand caressed the side of his head as he continued to pleasure her, subtly guiding him to her favorite spots. She brought her other hand to the other side of his face when he plunged his tongue as deep as he could inside her. When he worked his way up to her clit and concentrated there for a few seconds Becky removed her hands and held on to the desk like it was in danger of moving out from under her.

Nate loved the way she moved to his tongue, like she really enjoyed what he did. All of the girls he’d been with so far now seemed too self-conscious about letting him lick them, like they didn’t know how to enjoy the act yet. Becky was different, free and ready to enjoy everything he did for her and ready to pleasure him freely also.

He pushed his middle finger into her, feeling her heat and enjoying the little gasp she let out as he slid inside. He turned his hand palm upwards and curled his finger around inside her, pushing up towards her tummy, keeping up his attention on her clit while he did. Becky responded by trying to open her legs even wider for him.

She came with a rush, her hands gripping the desk hard and her pussy pressing into his face as the tension mounted in her. When the climax burst she gave a shout of, “Oh God” and her body froze while the first wave of orgasm flashed through it. When her muscles recovered Nate continued to lick at her pussy, feeling the convulsions of her climax pulse through her pussy several times before she reached down and eased his head away from her groin.

“That was good. Really good.” She said through her panting. “Now, get your cock out and get inside me.”

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When Inga and I came to the house from our first encounter we met my mother. She looked at me searchingly, smiled but said nothing.

Did she know already? Did she know that her friend Inga had turned me into a man? I became beet red in my face and fled to my room.

Dinner was trying. I thought that everyone was looking suspiciously at me. When I happened to meet Inga’s eyes she smiled at me and I thought that everybody wondered why. Remarks from my sisters suddenly had an underlying meaning. Of course it was nothing, only my bad conscience.

After dinner I overheard Inga and my mother.

“You were right of course. I could tell right away that you had introduced him,” mother said. “How was it, did he behave himself?”

“Oh, yes he really did. A little scared to begin with but only shortly. Then he did what he should. He came fast of course but that we will take care of. But actually I got two orgasms. He is good at licking, a natural I would say. It’s so good with these young men; they do what you tell them to do.”

“So he will be all right then. No problems? Does he want to do it again?” Mother asked.

“Oh yes, he will, no doubt. He took me twice this afternoon. He recovered fast. And he has an impressive cock. Not overly long perhaps, but fat. He stretched me real nice. And he is not fully grown yet, remember. He will be grand. I would think twice before taking him up my ass then.”

“Well, you are not thinking about that, are you?” Mother giggled.

“Well, you never know,” Inga broke into laughter. “But no, that’s too early.”

Well, this time I at least partly understood what they were talking about. Me. And that I hadn’t made a fool of myself filled my chest with joy. I felt that urge in my loins again.

We spent the evening us usual, talking and reading. Now and then I felt that Inga looked at me and when I looked up she smiled at me.

I went out in the garden and walked around in the warm summer night feeling happy.

“Are you feeling well? You seem to be so restless to night,” I suddenly heard Inga behind me.

I turned and there she was, alone. I smiled broadly.

“Oh, I feel so great. I love you. I am so happy,” I blurted out, blushing.

“Well, it makes me happy too. Everything is all right then?” she said and smiled sweetly when she turned and left.

The next day went on as usual. At the bathe I watched all the naked females with great interest and of course especially Inga. But also my mother and my sisters. The urge in my loins was very demanding.

Before dinner I met Inga walking on her own in the garden. I looked at her with what she must have interpreted as begging in my eyes.

“Aren’t you feeling well? Or is it just that you would like to have me again but don’t know how to ask? I told you just to let me know. Well, there is no time before dinner. Why don’t you come to my bedroom when it’s quiet in the house? I’ll be waiting for you. But be careful,” she said and patted my cheek.

The evening dragged by. But eventually I heard her saying good night to my parents. I went to my bedroom when my sisters went to theirs. I sat on my bed waiting. It felt like an eternity until I heard my parents go upstairs.

I waited another fifteen minutes before I sneaked out of my room and went to the other side of the house where Inga stayed in the blue guest room.

Her door wasn’t closed shut and I could push it open without making any noise.

Inga was waiting for me. She had put on a thin bathrobe. When she rose to meet me she got the light behind her. The robe became see-through and revealed her curvy body.

I soon forgot the robe when she hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. She forced her tongue inside and played with my tongue. Suddenly she left me but only to shut and lock the door. She turned around and let her robe slide down to the floor.

She looked marvelous in the dim light that created shadows on her body. She stood still for a while before she came close to me again. She helped me undress. She caressed my upper body but touched my cock only lightly. It stood at full attention anyhow.

She went over to the bed and lay down.

“Come, caress me, kiss me, lick me,” she said hoarsely. “I have longed for this the whole evening. I want to have your tongue in my pussy. Make me come.”

I instantly knew what to do. I stood on the side of the bed and started to kiss her body. Soon her nipple was in my mouth and I sucked it. She moaned instantly. I went down on her and kissed her pussy. When I started to lick along her slit she grabbed my cock and balls and held them in a firm grip. It was arousing until she squeezed a little too hard but she quickly loosened her grip.

She got an orgasm quickly. I wasn’t fully aware of it because she muffled her moans and cries with a pillow. But I noticed how she bucked at my tongue and my nose got a blow. She pushed me away and that was how I understood that she was through.

“Oh, my dear boy, did I hurt you? Let me see,” she whispered and took my face in her Güngören escort hands and kissed my nose. “I didn’t mean to hurt you but you licked me so good that I lost control when I came.”

“Oh it’s nothing,” I said being the strong man. But my nose hurt.

But the pain was soon forgotten.

“Come, lie down on the bed. I want to show you another way to fuck,” she said in her direct manner.

She moved over and had me lie down beside her. She started to kiss my body but soon she straddled me standing on her knees.

She took my cock in her hand behind her ass and lifted herself slightly so she could stroke the cock through her slit. She did that a number of times and started to moan again. Suddenly she held the cock still and lowered herself onto it. Little by little she impaled herself on my cock until she sat down on me. I was inside her pussy to the hilt.

I looked up at her amazing body hovering over me. Her breasts looked marvelous seen from underneath. Her broad hips and her thighs spread wide. At the top of the upturned V were her dark triangle and her pussy that so nicely accommodated my cock. It felt great.

She sat still for a while looking at me and stroking my face and upper body with her hands. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. She wanted to be fondled. Then she slowly raised herself until I nearly slid out of her. She reversed and sat down again smilingly looking in my eyes. She did that a few times then rested. I felt the pussy contract around my cock. It felt fantastic.

“I want to come with you inside me. I have to make sure you don’t get there too quickly,” she giggled. “Watch me.”

She kept on for quite a while thrusting up and down a few times then rest, squeezing my cock. She panted heavily.

Suddenly she didn’t stop. She kept on thrusting and increased the tempo and shortened the strokes. I felt my loins tingle and let go of her breasts and held her hips instead. She immediately stopped and sat down but she didn’t squeeze this time. She was motionless until I had calmed as well.

“How do you like that,” she whispered. “Want to come?”

She resumed her thrusts and this time she used a slow steady rhythm sitting down deep every time. Her moaning started again and got heavier for each thrust. I felt something rush out through my cock and into her. After the first spasm she sat down hard and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I spurt a few more times. But she wasn’t finished yet. She fucked with quick hard thrusts until she cried out and sat down on me.

She collapsed on top of me and rolled us over on the side.

She watched me and smiled when she saw that I had recovered.

“Well, how was that? I liked riding your cock. Are you satisfied? I certainly am.”

“Yes, oh yes, thank you,” was all I could say.

The next morning I woke up late. My nose was a little sore and swollen but I felt great.

At breakfast Inga smiled.

“What has happen to your nose? It’s a bit swollen. Does it hurt?” She giggled.

After breakfast she sneaked up behind me.

“Are you horny again? I am. Do you want to enter my pussy? Meet me after lunch at the little meadow behind the birch-tree grove. I will teach you how to do it standing up.” She laughed throatily and was gone.

Time went slowly that day. Lunch seemed to be an eternity away. I drifted around thinking of Inga and my cock was half erect most of the time.

Over lunch Inga ignored me. At the end she winked at me and whispered “thirty minutes” when she passed me.

I came to the meadow just in time. I didn’t see Inga so I walked around until I heard her call on me. I found her behind some bushes sitting with crossed legs on a fallen tree-trunk. She was already naked.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you walk with that stiff cock dangling in front of you” she yelled and laughed.

I had to do as she said although I felt uncomfortable. But the sight of her made me willing to do anything.

When I came close she parted her thighs and sat on the trunk with spread legs, feet supporting her on the ground.

“Kneel and lick me,” she commanded.

I knelt in front of her and licked up along her inner thighs to her open pussy. When she felt my tongue in her slit she lifted her pelvis and bucked. I found out that she moaned higher when I licked at the top of her slit and when I buried my tongue in her pussy so I concentrated my efforts to these two activities. She liked it. She bucked wildly with short movements and started to whine. That was a new sound and I startled and stopped licking.

“No, don’t stop. Lick me. I am going to come. Lick me,” she cried out. I resumed licking and her whining got higher until she cried out, shuddered and clasped her thighs around my head.

Her thighs held my head in a firm grip until she had calmed down. Then she released me, pulled my head up to her level and kissed my lips.

She searched for my cock with her hand and jacked it a few times to test its hardness.

“Now, İnnovia escort bayan let’s fuck,” she said. “Today you are going to take me from behind and we will stand up, well partly anyway. Stand back, will you.”

She pushed me away a few paces, then turned and leaned over supporting herself on the trunk. Her full ass was exposed to me and her curvy body was at its best when she was slightly bent forward. The sun was behind me and shone directly into the crack of her ass. Her puffy lips glistened of moistness and there was a brown puckered hole. She wriggled her ass a few times.

I took the few paces forward and placed my hands on her hips. She looked over her shoulder and smiled broadly.

“Now, place your cock at my pussy. Make sure you take the right entrance. I don’t want that fat cock in my ass, at least not today. Let me help you.”

I felt her hand on my cock. It came from between her thighs and guided my cock to her pussy entrance. She held it there.

“Come on then, push. Don’t you want to come into my pussy? Push, boy, push,” she giggled.

I pushed and slid easily in. With a few thrusts I was buried in full in her, my balls pressed against her ass.

“Fuck me, long and steady strokes,” she instructed.

It was a new and incredible feeling to fuck her from behind. She moved under me to adjust height and angle and I held her hips and found a rhythm. She bucked back at me and met my thrusts with a little jerk that made me to bottom out in her. She moaned of pleasure every time.

I felt the tingling in my loins and remembered. I stopped deep in her holding her hips tight. She understood and took my hands and pulled them to her breasts. She wanted to be fondled.

After a while I resumed fucking her. She took my hand and put it over her pussy slit. She did circling motions with her hand over mine. I tried to caress her on my own and again found that she liked to be touched where her pussy lips met. I could feel a little knob at the place.

She moaned highly and soon her whining began. I understood that she was close and so was I. With one hand squeezing her hip and the other on her pussy my body quickened the pace and shortened the strokes. Her whine reached a high pitch tune and when I started to spurt into her she cried out several times and her body shook. Her pussy muscles flexed hard around my cock.

I stood buried deep in her pussy holding her hips. She raised her upper body and wrapped my arms around her waist. She turned her head and kissed my cheek.

“That was real good,” she said without mock. She looked truly happy. “I never thought you could control yourself like that. You gave me one hell of an orgasm.”

“It was so fantastic. I was so deep inside you. I really liked it. Can we do it again?” I said, meaning could we do it some other time.

“Oh, yes of course. I didn’t know you were able so soon. It makes me very happy,” she exclaimed. “But let’s try out a variation called doggie style. Come.”

She took my hand and led me a few paces to a spot with soft grass. She got down on all fours and spread her legs.

Her bottom was full with round cheeks. In between her puffy lips showed. She was invitingly open and I got hard just from looking at her great ass.

I knelt behind her and moved close. The tip of my cock touched her slippery crack. I felt a hole and placed my cock there and started to push.

“Oh, no. You are not allowed in my ass. Not now. I want you in my pussy. Push it down,” Inga cried out nearly bursting of laughter.

Her hand came out between her legs and guided my cock to the pussy entrance. I pushed and slipped all the way in with one thrust. She was open and slippery inside.

I fucked her the way she had taught me with long deep strokes. I felt no need to take a break. It felt like I could fuck for ever.

Inga really liked my stamina. She moaned and whined. She met my thrusts with enthusiasm. She bucked back at me with force and I felt that I hit her inner bottom now and then.

Suddenly she cried out and pressed back at me. Her body shook and shuddered. Her cry was a high pitch tune that slowly dropped until she got quiet. I grabbed her breasts and fondled them.

She pressed back at me preventing me to thrust into her. Suddenly she moved a little forward. I lost my grip on her breasts and instead grabbed her hips and moved a little inside her to test. She moved a little back. I thrust a little harder and she met me.

Soon I was banging her like before. But this time she didn’t meet me as hard. Instead she squeezed my cock with her inner muscles. I had to use more force to push inside and also to withdraw.

I searched for her pussy top and caressed her. She started to whine again and squeezed me real hard. I felt something build up inside me and soon the familiar tingling in my loins announced that I was about to come.

All I wanted now was to explode inside her. It was my own pleasure that took over. My thrusts got rapid and short and Escort Kağıthane she squeezed me hard. When I came she cried out loud and collapsed forward with me on top of her back.

“Oh, you brute, are you going to crush me,” she giggled underneath me and I rolled off her.

“Well, I must say, that was really something,” she said lying on her back smiling at me. She looked so pleased and happy. “Come, kiss me.”

I knelt beside her and kissed her mouth. She kissed back, a long soft kiss. I found her breasts and caressed them lightly and tweaked her nipples between my thumb and fingers. I stroked down her stomach and to her pussy. It felt steaming hot and a spasm went through her body when I stroked through her slit.

“Oh no, no more of that. We have had enough for now. I have had enough. It was fantastic. The best fuck I have had for a long time. Thank you,” she said softly and pushed my hands away.

She rose, looked at me and smiled. “You are a real man now. I think you have got the hang of it. Now you need training to be real good. We have to see to that, haven’t we?”

“Well, it’s time to go back home. Otherwise they will start a searching party for me,” she giggled. “You go first and I will follow in a while. See you at the afternoon bathe.”

I found my clothes and dressed. When I turned to thank Inga she was still naked and looked adorable. She turned around and leaned over the tree trunk and moved her feet and wriggled her hips. She teased me. I ran forward and put my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed them.

She laughed throatily. “No, get going,” she said.

I was too late to bathe with Lena, the maid. Only my sisters were at the lake when I got there. They looked me over and asked where I had been. Their bodies certainly interested me but my cock was spent. I noticed how small their pussies looked compared with Inga’s.

My mother and Inga came to swim. They chatted and giggled when they came. My mother looked at me and smiled. Inga winked.

That evening I felt tired and spent. I didn’t try to talk to Inga and she didn’t make any suggestions to me. I went to bed early and dreamt about Inga.

I woke up early, very early, and felt horny. I remembered what Inga had said that she was available anytime I wanted to fuck her. I rose and sneaked away to her room.

Her door wasn’t locked and I quietly went inside. She was lying on her back with only a thin sheet for cover. Her curvy body was clearly outlined.

I tiptoed to her bed and very carefully lifted the sheet off her body. She squirmed but didn’t wake up. She slept in the nude.

I softly kissed her breasts and a nipple and then rested my chin on her soft belly. She suddenly woke up.

“Who is it . . .? Oh, it’s you, Anders. Well, I said anytime, didn’t I? But five o’clock in the morning? Isn’t that a bit early? Why don’t you go back to your bed and we will have a good fuck in the morning,” she murmured sleepily. “What are you doing? Stop that. Oh, no, don’t stop. Go on, yes, yes,” she said, her tone shifting from sleepiness to excitement.

I had moved south and started to lick her the way I now had learnt that she liked. I had easy access since she already was naked and on her back with parted legs. I knelt on the bed and she tugged at my pajama bottoms. I paused for a second to get rid of them.

She cried out when my tongue came back to her pussy. She searched for my cock and fondled it. Then she took my balls and held them in a steady soft grip.

She moaned already and soon her low whine started. I was fully erect from her grip on my balls.

“No, stop that and come into my pussy. I want this cock in me now, come on, hurry,” she suddenly demanded.

After all, to enter her pussy was what I had come for so I quickly got in position and was ready to enter.

“Wait, put this under my ass,” Inga ordered and gave me one of her cushions. She lifted her hips and helped me put the cushion under her.

“Yes, now enter me,” she sighed expectantly. “Let’s try this,” she added and lifted her spread legs high up in the air.

She was wide open. Her pussy was gaping at me and I easily found my way into her. She was easy to enter but not as wet as last time. It took me a few thrusts to be fully inside her. I started to thrust in my steady rhythm.

She surprised me again. She put her legs over my shoulders which slightly held back my movements. But her hips lifted at the same time and allowed me to penetrate her real deep. It felt very good. I thrust in her and could hear that she liked it. When she came I felt her inner muscles contract around my cock and that made me come as well.

She let her legs slide down and locked them around my waist. She held me close for a long time before she let me loose.

“That was good. I like to wake up like that, but rather a little later. Now be a good boy and go back to your own bed. I need my beauty sleep. But thanks for coming. I guess you dreamed about me. I like that,” she said and sounded sleepy.

I felt so happy when I went back to my room. I feel asleep and dreamt about Inga and her lovely body.

In the morning the weather was exceptionally warm. Inga and mother sat in the garden directly after breakfast chatting and laughing. I wandered around feeling happy. I felt no urge in my loins. I was satisfied for the time being.

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Leslie organised the meeting with Stuart, Lewis and the school. Deeming it a ‘matter of importance’ their principal had made time the following day for a discussion. Leslie, however, was to be the only parent to attend. Stuart had declined to have either of his join and Leslie agreed to this. Leslie had complained to the school previously but this was to be the first face-to-face meeting she would have on the matter. She felt her familiar dual-feeling of guilt and lust as Wednesday afternoon approached.

In the morning, she had chosen the work outfit that comprised of her tightest blazer and shortest skirt. She almost never wore it, having deemed it a bit too daring for work, so she didn’t even try to kid herself that it wasn’t for Stuart’s benefit. With black tights, flat shoes and a blouse done up to the second to top button it didn’t stick out as the most flirtatious outfit at her office but for her meeting at the school, or more specifically for her meeting with Stuart, she chose to make some alterations. The tights and the blouse came off and the flats were swapped for four inch black heels. She hadn’t worn underwear either. She had definitely fulfilled her promise to Stuart.

As she ascended the stone steps to the main door of the school a gust of cold October wind swept the hem of her loose grey skirt from the middle of her thigh, where it normally rested, to just above the bare folds of flesh that delineated the bottom of her butt-cheeks and top of her legs. Despite the fact that it was her bum that was most at risk of being flashed to the school car-park, her hands went straight to the front of her skirt anticipating the risk of visibly exposing her naked pubis, especially since she was aroused and wet she was hyper-aware of the cool breeze licking her lower set of lips. Her deep cleavage also allowed a healthy air flow to enter her blazer and tickle her nipples, raising them so that two points were just visible against the light fabric. She was in the process of turning round to change back into her more decent clothes when the main door opened and Lewis’s face poked out.

“Mum? What are you doing here?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

She stepped inside, allowing the heavy door to shut behind her, its wake just threatening to billow her skirt a little too high for comfort. She responded as they walked towards an arrow pointing to a number of names, of which ‘Principal Karen Bullock’ was one, “For the meeting today. I maybe should have said I was coming too, but I thought you’d just complain and maybe find a reason to avoid it.”

“Mum! I can’t believe you’d just hide that. Do you have to come?”

“Yes.” She said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.

With an impotent frown on his face he looked her up and down and asked, “Where did your blouse go? Did you change?”

“Uh… Spilt something on it at lunch. Didn’t want to make a bad impression with the head teacher.” She wasn’t sure if it was paranoia or not, but the expression on Lewis’s face seemed to say, ‘yeah because an almost bare chest is definitely a better impression than a spot of tomato sauce’.

Leslie knocked on the heavy oak door labelled ‘Karen Bullock’. She felt a little nervous at how the principal may judge her choice of attire to come to a meeting at the school but she was more excited to see Stuart’s reaction. Enough, it seemed, that she could feel a drop of her own juices make a trail down her inner right thigh. She couldn’t think the last time she became so wet without physically being touched there. As the door opened, she felt a second drip roll down her leg and she became paranoid that it would be visible to Lewis or Bullock.

Bullock looked like a woman in charge. She wore a crisp suit – trousers not a skirt – and heels that were clearly there to add height and not there for sex appeal. Her hair was jet black and in a bun. The one detraction from her otherwise severe appearance was a welcoming smile that Leslie was sure was a trait developed from working with kids and their parents for so long. Leslie gauged that Bullock was probably her age but the women contrasted quite noticeably; Bullock was on the lower end of overweight, she had some wrinkles round her eyes and the only skin on show was her hands and face; Leslie was as trim as non-Hollywood A-lister in their 40s could hope to be, her thick hair flowed like a Pantene advert and, in terms of flaunting skin, she was definitely breaking the old unwritten rule of women’s fashion that said boobs or legs, never both.

Clearly Bullock had noticed this too because Leslie could see Bullock give her a flash of disapproval before her professional façade restored itself. She invited them and her heart leapt when she saw her new lover already waiting for them. He momentarily wore the same smug expression that made her slap him last time they were together. She felt like slapping him again but she also took his look to be silent approval, something that made her reluctantly satisfied.

“Sorry Escort Fatih about the mess,” apologised Bullock, snapping Leslie back to the real world. She looked round the office and there were boxes in the corner, books piled on the desk and a disassembled table against a wall. Bullock continued, “We’re redoing the meeting room, which is where most of this clutter has come from, so I can’t even take us there. It’s rather annoying they’ve stuck the table in here but not any of the chairs.”

Not including the desk chair behind Bullock’s desk, there were three seats available. Two were normal wood chairs but the third was a rather fancy leather wingback arm chair. Stuart was already sitting in one of the normal chairs, which was right in front of the right side of Bullock’s desk. Leslie went for the other one, which was to the left of Stuart. She sat down as close to her lover as she thought could seem natural for the nature of the meeting. Lewis followed by going to the armchair, which sat in the corner of the room next to Bullock’s desk, facing into the room. He started trying to shift the chair but clearly struggled under the weight.

“That’s alright bud, I’ll give you a hand,” said Stuart. Lewis flashed him a dirty look. With relative ease, he swung the chair round so it was a metre to the right of Stuart’s, facing Bullock. Leslie knew he did it to show off. She felt the heat between her legs increase.

All four were sat down. Leslie looked over to her son but she couldn’t see his expression as his face was hidden behind the wings of the seat. She sat up tall in order to have a clear view of Bullock over the books that sat across the front of the desk. Bullock started with the party line all schools have, ‘we don’t tolerate bullying’. She then stated that she also wanted to be fair and needed to understand if this really was bullying.

“Mrs Watkins, you called this… discussion, so I think it best you explain how you see the situation.”

“Well, I…” Leslie paused to gasp, barely audibly. Stuart was running his hand over Leslie’s right thigh. She had her legs crossed and her right leg was over her left hiking her skirt up and giving Stuart a lot of skin to play with. She casually looked at the other two and assessed that they couldn’t see what was going on and almost instantly continued so as not to arouse suspicion, “I’ve seen my son come home with bruises or complain about strong…,” she paused again. Stuart’s hand was touching the hem of her skirt.

She hadn’t stopped him so far because she thought that would have drawn attention to what was going on. He had turned his arm at the elbow to minimise how obvious it would look to Bullock, who could only see his shoulders, but if he slipped his hand up her skirt it would no longer be discreet. Leslie, knowing this would appear to be an invitation, not that she could entirely say it wasn’t if she was being completely honest, uncrossed her legs spread them just far enough that it allowed Stuart entry without significantly altering her posture.

“…verbal abuse,” she continued. She felt her skirt ride up, pushed by Stuart’s hand, and it made her nervous but neither of the other two seemed to notice; she still couldn’t even see Lewis.

“Each time it comes from Stuart and I don’t see him being adequately punished,” Leslie finished. She felt a pang of guilt, which was now becoming normal to her, but it was different this time. This time she felt guilty because she felt like she was betraying Stuart. There was a not insignificant part of her that wanted to call off this meeting and just let him have her then and there. She put those feelings one side and focused on the task at hand; sternly dealing with Stuart. The boy whose hand was brushing her labia.

“Stuart? How do you feel about this?” asked Bullock, seemingly unaware that Stuart had found Leslie’s clit. Leslie was aware though; she was concentrating hard on breathing normally.

“Well, Mrs Bullock,” started Stuart. He immobilised his arm and started moving just his middle finger laterally across Leslie’s button before continuing, “And Lewis and Mrs Watkins…”

‘Mrs Watkins,’ repeated Leslie in her head; it really emphasised where she was and what she was doing was so wrong. So taboo. She instinctively rotated her hips slightly forward and was barely able to catch a moan when she felt Stuart’s finger connect with her clit.

“…thing is there’s been misunderstandings all around. I get it that Lewis doesn’t like me being a bit rough with him but at the time I was just messing around.”

Anger rose inside Leslie, she knew for a fact Stuart hated Lewis, “So what? Just ‘boys will be boys’? Mrs Bullock, surely you can see…” she held back a deep exhale as Stuart managed to push down and circle Leslie’s clit. Her anger ebbed and she just went back to wanting her lover inside of her. “… Just never mind.”

Lewis poked his head around his seat and for a moment Leslie almost Fındıkzade escort panicked. However, his lack of change of expression to extreme disgust made her guess that his slightly forward position meant that the desk was obscuring his view and the thick school blazer Stuart was wearing made the angle of his arm less obvious. Neither of them could see below her waist, she was sure, because they wouldn’t have been able miss the show she and Stuart were putting on. Leslie made eye contact with her son before he went back into the recess of the chair. She had looked him straight in the eye as his bully pleasured her…

“Lewis, you haven’t said anything,” stated Bullock.

“…knows full well… just likes being… no reason… being rough…”

Lewis spoke but Leslie struggled to pay attention; using just two fingers, discreetly under the desk, Stuart was about to give Leslie an orgasm.

“Well, Mrs Watkins, I can see why you brought this to the school’s attention but I’d like to know what outcome you’re seeking.”

Leslie concentrated all of her effort on not cumming in the middle of her sentence as she spoke, “Has Stuart been involved in any other incidences?” She thought her voice might have sounded a bit heavy with breathing but overall she didn’t think she’d have made either of the other two suspicious.

“I know disruption in class has been mentioned two or three times but generally the theme of bullying hasn’t been one I had previously associated with Stuart, no.”

Leslie’s abs were tight and each breath closely controlled. She wanted to tell Bullock to shut up and let her cum in peace but that was obviously not an option. She had to reply, thinking hard about the words and how to say each one, “OK, well, hmmm, that is interesting,” she couldn’t betray Stuart, not when he was about to bring her off with his magic fingers, “maybe there has… been a misunderstanding here. I think we don’t want to jump into… punishing Stuart… until we know this can’t be settled… in other ways.” She had to stop to pretend to clear her throat four times.

“I think that,” started Bullock before turning to Lewis, “would be the best course forward.”

Leslie knew she was still in Bullock’s peripheral vision. She had her chance to cum but she couldn’t make any sudden noises or movements. Her legs were vibrating a little but they were out of sight. Her torso would have been shaking violently but every muscle above her waistline was taught. Her stomach convulsed for a second but she redirected the accompanying exhale through her nose to silence it. Her neck tilted forward and an ‘eehhh’ just whispered out of her lips. Her hands were gripping the hem of her skirt like it was the only thing keeping her from plummeting down a hundred metre cliff. But she’d done it; a leg-twitching, body-tingling, toe-numbing orgasm.

She needed a rest but she couldn’t just relax her whole body and give away the game. She wanted to, definitely, her post-euphoria mind telling her that Stuart really was the only one in the room she cared about right now. He was still massaging her clit though and it was too sensitive for that. Lest she twitched involuntarily now, she took Bullock’s distraction as a further opportunity to direct Stuart’s hand away. It relieved her that he did so with no argument and his hand reached for his bag to wipe his fingers on the shoulder strap. No. Not his bag… that was Lewis’s bag!

She was about to non-verbally scold him when Bullock swivelled her chair back to face the front of the desk. She said, “Are you happy with that Mrs Watkins?”

Trying not sound like she was in a post-orgasm comedown and also wasn’t listening, Leslie replied, “Well, what specifically do you mean?”

“Well, in general, I suppose are you happy that we’ve covered what you wanted to cover and that fortnightly meetings with Lewis should mean I can keep an eye on the progress of this situation.”

Her real answer was that she didn’t care right now because she felt empty having climaxed without Stuart’s cock inside of her. She was more bothered about having sex with him ASAP. But she had to hide it because of her fucking husband and fucking son. Just about able to remember what it felt like not to be too horny to think about anything other than sex, she answered, “That’s great. I think having Stuart here really helped clear things up. I think some kids have different levels of sensitivities so hopefully this made things more open for both of them.”

Lewis looked like he was about to say something and she couldn’t blame him; she had just implied he was being overly sensitive about things like getting punched and being sworn at. She did hope he would keep quiet though. She actually felt Stuart hadn’t had a chance to defend himself. Leslie felt guilty again about putting Stuart through this, after the satisfaction he’d given her so far.

“I think we should get Stuart’s opinion,” stated Leslie.

Stuart Gaziosmanpaşa escort leant forward and to his right, so that he was sitting in towards Lewis, “Mate, look, sorry about all this. I do feel pretty bad about getting the situation wrong. It was just a bit of banter.”

“You fucking gave me a black eye, last week!”

“Lewis! Language!” interjected Leslie; Bullock’s mouth was open as if she has been about to say the same thing.

“Sorry, sorry,” replied Lewis instantly, looking at the two authoritative women.

“Mate, when was that? I didn’t notice you have a shiner?”

“Well it went away overnight but it was a couple of weeks back and you…”

“Look,” interrupted Stuart, “Doesn’t matter, if it upset you I was outta line clearly. But thing is, you know Chops? Dan Chopper? He gave me a fucking massive bruise on my arm a while ago.”

“Stuart… you watch your language, too,” Bullock interjected this time. Leslie hadn’t even noticed he’d sworn. Lewis glowered at Leslie but she ignored the accompanying twinge of guilt.

“What’s your point?” stated Lewis bluntly.

“Stop being rude Lewis,” demanded Leslie, more and more feeling on Stuart’s side, “Let him finish.”

“Thanks, Mrs Watkins, but looking at this from his side maybe I get why Lewis is a little short with me,” replied Stuart. Leslie took a moment to realise the irony in Stuart defending Lewis to her. He continued, “Chops is my best mate but we get a bit carried away and bumps and scrapes happen. I get you don’t like that so I lay off basically. Simples, yeah?”

Stuart stuck out his right hand and reluctantly, Lewis took it. As soon as they started to shake hands, Stuart added his left hand to Lewis’s wrist to make it a rather over-the-top double handshake. Leslie thought this odd then she remembered where Stuart’s left hand had been and she wanted to slap him again.

“I think that’s the most logical place to wrap this up?” announced Bullock.

Desperate to fuck Stuart, Leslie answered immediately, “I think we’ve heard Stuart give an explanation for his actions and I think in context now things aren’t as bad as they may have appeared.”

Ensuring her skirt didn’t ride up, Leslie stood up and shook Bullock’s hand and the three visitors to the office departed the room after the relevant pleasantries. Lewis looked at his mum with a look of irritation and said, “Thanks for absolutely nothing.” He stormed off straight away and left Stuart and Leslie together.

“Now you see why I think he’s a dick?” commented Stuart in a hushed voice.

“Come on… I thought you had… a plan for…” she replied, equally hushed and nervously avoiding saying the word ‘sex’.

“Does that mean you agree he’s a dick?”

Knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere until she did acknowledge his question, Leslie replied, “I didn’t disagree now did I? Now hurry up.” After an exchange of awkward, nervous looks, Stuart got the message to walk a few paces in front of Leslie. It was a couple of minutes before the couple arrived at the destination, the boys toilets.

“The loo? You’ve brought me to the loo?” questioned Leslie, her voice incredulous.

“Did you think I had a fancy private office?”

“No, but what if there are people in there?”

“It’s class time. Everyone is in class.”

“What if someone needs the toilet?”

Stuart’s hands were clenched in frustration and, exasperation clear in his voice, he replied, “Welcome to being in your last year of school… we’re expected to be grown-up enough to make ‘decisions that will shape your future career forever’ but we still are kids enough to have to ask permission to go for a piss. Now stop arguing and follow me. I’ll wave you away on the bloody unlikely chance someone’s in here.”

Each time Leslie was reminded of the wide age-gap between them, the guilt of taboo wore off and the excitement it caused tickled her further. Stuart opened the door with his left hand peering in cautiously. He beckoned her in with his right and she enthusiastically grabbed his index finger with her right hand and pinky with her left. She was full of anticipation but the loud clicking of her heels on the tiled floor made her feel more conspicuous than she’d like.

The toilets had three cubicles along the wall with the door; the far wall from this had urinals and between them was an island of sinks. All three cubicles were clearly empty but Leslie dashed for the one nearest, which was the one next to the door. As soon as Stuart was in, she shut the door and locked it then tested the door. It rattled less than she’d expected and gratefully she acknowledged it was definitely closed. She also felt a little less exposed as one of the cubicle walls; the one to the right as she faced inwards, was a solid wall that it shared with the corridor into the toilet.

She aggressively attacked Stuart with her lips. Their tongues entered each other’s mouths in seconds. Leslie had desperately wanted Stuart from before she had entered the building. She had enjoyed cumming earlier but it wasn’t comparable to feeling his arms and hands wrapped around her body. Then she stopped suddenly.

“Shit,” she whispered, “what if there is CCTV?”

“What?!” came a hushed response from Stuart.

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