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Friday night again and nothing to do. Almost a week had passed since my two encounters with Leah and Kelly, and I had neither heard nor seen a peep out of them since I left Kelly lying there wanting more last Saturday night. Shit, what was I thinking. Here I had a good thing going, and fucked up by not only sleeping with both of them, but leaving Kelly high and dry and wanting more. I would be lucky to get anything but dirty looks from those two after they compared notes and found out that I had fucked both of them in less than 24 hours.

Even though Kelly was definitely better looking, my thoughts went back to Leah. I was her first. And she was definitely into it. She was a virginal shy girl before last Friday and I had given her a taste of something that she couldn’t forget, whether it was from me or some college classmate prick. But those young guys would just fuck her and leave her wanting more, not that I had done her any better on our first encounter. I least I made sure she got hers before I got mine. Women don’t forget their first, or so I’d been told. I certainly didn’t have that experience with my wife, who had been around the block or three before we hooked and seemingly burned out on sex. At least with me.

It was about 10:30 when I headed outside to take a few hits from the newly acquired bud I had obtained from Kirby earlier in the night. The complex was deserted and I decided to take a stroll as I toked from my little weedbox. Fifteen minutes later I was buzzing heavily and back near my place, close to the parking lot. I heard a car approaching and out of habit for someone with illegal substances on their person, ducked behind a tall dumpster sitting on the northwest corner of the parking lot. The car pulled up to the stall just by the dumpster and closest to the breezeway I shared with Kelly and Leah. I froze in fear and remained silent and still as I heard the car shut off.

“Thanks for driving me to the play. And for dinner at the Quad,” said a voice that sounded very much like Leah’s. They must be in a convertible, because even with her soft voice, I could easily listen in.

“No problem. Thanks for asking me to go. My roommate has been bugging me to see his play. Plus I had extra vouchers on my student card for dinner,” replied a geeky voice that I had never heard. What a putz. A guy gets asked to a play and takes the girl to the Quad, a college dining room on campus that served cardboard pizza and aluminum wrapped burgers with soggy fries.

“It’s still early. Would you like to come in and watch some TV,” queried Leah.

“I don’t think so. I’ve got a little studying to do tonight before my calculus group meets tomorrow afternoon.”

“Come on. It’s Friday night. I’ve even got some smoke inside if you’re interested.”

“No thanks. I don’t smoke. Anything. I’ve got to go,” the geek retorted.

Nothing else was said as Leah exited the car and the geek fired up the engine. He backed up and sped off, while Leah backed up and stood there looking at him speed away, in full view of me. Luckily, she was turned the other direction. But the slumping of her shoulders and sigh in her voice was a clear indication to me that she had just been shot down. What a dick. Could a girl be any more obvious. Come into my apartment and smoke weed with me. Weed, which makes all girls horny. Obviously, his college mind was focused too much on calculus Fatih escort bayan and not enough on pussy. She slowly made her way to her apartment. As she rounded the corner to her building, I quickly rose and sprinted around the back to come around the other side ahead of her. In my heightened buzz, my dick was thinking more than my brain, which told me this girl was done with me.

I just beat her around the back and was standing there looking away, doing my best to catch my breath when I heard her walk around to the front of her door. She must have been looking down because she did not appear to notice me right away. She looked up at some point and saw me because I heard her say “shit” louder than she intended, and then burst out into tears. I turned around innocently and walked up to her as she fumbled with her keys. She could not find her door key, even though she only had seven or eight keys on the ring and finally threw them down in front of her. I leaned down to pick them as she stood there sobbing. Being that the apartment keys all look similar, I picked out the right one and opened the door. Still saying nothing, she marched inside and I did not hesitate to follow. She went straight to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She must have thought that I would just leave eventually, but as I said earlier, my dick was doing the thinking and I had not been shot down, at least verbally, as of yet.

As ten minutes or so passed, bad thoughts raced through my mind. Was she in there on the phone with the police, telling them some perv had just busted into her apartment, leaving her locked up in the bathroom. Marijuana is good for a buzz, but bad for having a side effect of extreme paranoia. I had just talked myself into getting the hell out of there, when the bathroom door opened and out walked Leah.

I had not taken the time to notice earlier, but she looked pretty good in a floral skirt that accentuated her supple ass and white button down blouse that emphasized what little breasts she had springing from her chest. The geek looked at this for three hours and decided he had to go home and study calculus. If I had seen him, I would have returned to the campus myself later and given him an ass-whipping for turning her down. Although his loss might be my gain – if I played my cards right.

“What are you doing in here? Jerk.”

“Hey, I was just checking on you. I was taking out my trash and heard part of your conversation with that guy. You seemed upset. Are you okay.” I replied.

“What do you care? You haven’t said a word to me since you took advantage of my last Friday.”

“Took advantage. You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I think you enjoyed it. I’ve been busy, plus it’s not like you’ve been around. Where have you been by the way. And, I thought you didn’t date.”

She went quiet at this retort. She knew I was right, she had enjoyed it. And she was looking for more of the same from this tool tonight. Only, he didn’t deliver. At least what she wanted.

“Like it’s any of your business,” she finally said. “I went to my folks last Saturday and stayed there a few days. I needed some time to myself. You were my first – my first experience that way, if you hadn’t figured it out.”

“I didn’t know at the time, but I kinda figured it out. I don’t see the problem. You’re nineteen. You enjoyed it. What, you weren’t waiting Escort Fındıkzade for marriage or something, were you.”

“No. I won’t lie. I’ve never felt anything like that. But it was so fast. So wham bam. You just left me here after we were done, like a piece of used meat. I wanted to see your face so much in the morning, but you were gone. I felt so used.”

Although I meant none of this, I turned on the charm and approached her, “I’m sorry. It was good for me too. But you just passed out. I didn’t know what to do. I knew Kelly would be home soon and didn’t know if you’d want her to see me with you like that.” Like I cared. Why the hell didn’t Leah care that I fucked her roommate that next morning if she was going on like this? Did she even know, had Kelly told her? Who cared, Kelly wasn’t here now.

“Not that I mean to pry, but who was that guy you were with,” I followed up.

“Just some guy in my American lit class. We did a research project a few months back and he was kinda nice. And I was lonely. I wanted someone, and thought he might too. What a jerk,” she said as she lowered her head and began to tear up again.

I raised my arm to her left shoulder and began squeezing it, telling her, “He doesn’t deserve you. You’re special. Let me show you. I care. Look at me.”

She slowly raised her head up to me and I pulled her up to me, smothering her mouth with my tongue. She opened her mouth and mashed her tongue with mine. I cupped her ass with my hands and lifted her up against my swelling cock lodged between our mid-sections. We continued to kiss as I carried her slowly into the hallway leading to the bedrooms. I finally broke our kiss away and whispered, “Left or right.”

“Right,” she said and pulled me back to her waiting lips. I made my way to her bedroom and sauntered us over to the foot of our bed. She kept assaulting my mouth with her tongue, but I finally pulled her away and told her, “We have all night. You and me here in this bed. No hard fucking tonight. I’ll be here with you all night to love on you, make love to you, here in your bed.”

I thought she would orgasm right there at my line of bullshit. I looked into her eyes as I lowered my hands to the buttons of her blouse, nipples protruding against the fabric. I reached the last button and pulled the blouse off her shoulders and away from her, revealing a lacy see-through white bra that encased her smallish breasts in a very sexy way. I pulled on the clasp in front and her tits sprang free, revealing the excitement in her tingling nipples. I clamped onto one breast while I mauled the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger as she groaned in delight. I moved my mouth off her breast as I continued lower and pulled on the snaps of her skirt. She tugged her hips together and I yanked down the skirt to reveal her freshly shaven muff, devoid of panties. She was ready to get fucked, but first I had other things in mind – just to show her that I might care, a little.

I positioned my tongue between her lips and licked upward and inward, invading her core and creating pressure on her engorged clit. She pushed her hands forward to the back of my head, urging me on as she writhed above. I continued my assault on her pussy and munched and licked and slurped on her until she released her hands and went taught in a writhing orgasm. I ignored her spasms Gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan and continued my flicking on her clit to prolong her aroused state. The heels of her feet dug into my back as she continued heave and buck against me in a series of smaller orgasms. My mouth stayed attached to her steaming hole as she relaxed briefly before reaching another heightened state of orgasmic bliss.

As she came down from her second wave of pleasure, I removed my shorts and positioned the head of my hardened cock between her outstretched legs. I looked deeply into her eyes as I speared her hole for the second time in a week and sank to her core. I stayed focused on our eye contact as I pumped into her and was spurred on by her short legs reaching around to corral my ass into her. Appreciating that the moment was hers, I pistoned my way in and out as I stayed locked on her embrace and melded our lips together in soulful kiss. I could sense her approaching her third orgasm of the night and could hold back my release no longer. I spewed thick ropes of my cum deep inside her pussy as she bucked against me with her tongue buried into my mouth. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled from her and aligned myself against her backside. I kept myself wrapped around her and she came down from her sexual high and we drifted to sleep in our combined juices slowly leaking from her and I.

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I was awakened several hours later to her left hand stroking between my waist and thigh, and then reaching to grasp my again hardening cock. I reached with my own left hand to cup breast and then lift her mouth upwards to mine for another embrace. She manipulated my erection in her hand to a full state of arousal and left me searching for a place to enter and begin fucking. While her asshole was primed before me, I hunched lower and steadied myself between the engorged lips of her cunt. She was ripe and primed and I slid between her again with one simple thrust, penetrating her to the core. She gasped again and nearly bit my tongue in half as we continued to duel with our mouths while I pumped myself into her.

I finally released our kiss, then buried myself in her neck while I squeezed her tits and continued with my viscous pounding. I then remembered my purpose of the evening and slowed the pace while lowering my hand to rub her clit as we continued to fuck. She started an intense moaning and gyration that built as I increased the friction on her burning nub. The combination of our fucking and my rubbing culminated in another deep orgasm that brought squeals from Leah that demonstrated her newfound passion.

I released myself and turned on my back, pulling Leah on top of me. When she was ready, I positioned her over my still hard member and lowered her down on me. I tried to keep her even as she steadied herself and began a rhythmic motion up and down on my cock. As she got the hang of it, I lifted my arms from her side and grabbed her hands in an outward embrace. She lowered to briefly kiss me, then offered her tits for my pleasure as she writhed up and down on me. I began to pound her with increased tempo and felt her lift up to steady her body and match my thrusts. Her torso and breasts heaved as she continued pounding away at me and increasing her moans and squeals. I was fast approaching my second point of no return when she cried out and stopped bucking as I met her climax. I pumped a second heavy load of my semen into her cervix as she sloppily bounced against me in a delirious state of ecstasy. I pulled her down for another sloppy kiss as we worked ourselves off of each other and into another slow embrace. We drifted off to sleep again, drained from our night of lovemaking.

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As I turned into my street, I saw a lad up ahead heading my way. I could instantly recognise who it was just from the hunky muscles he had. My legs went weak as George approached, and his eyes widened as he saw my outfit. He wolf whistled playfully.

“Wow miss, shit, you’re hot!”

I giggled before replying, “I know stud muffin, and I’m wet.”

He gulped, and I moved towards him. I knew what I was about to do was morally wrong but I couldn’t care less. I slid up to him and brushed his cheek with my lips, before moving to his ear. I blew gently before whispering, “And I’m all yours.” I then brought out my tongue and licked his ear for a moment, before giving soft kisses down his face until my lips met his. I gave him a peck, and stunned he didn’t respond, so I pulled away hurtfully. George realised that I had misread his actions and brought me close to him again, cupping my buttocks. I felt his warm breath and I moved in for the kill, only to be interrupted by Nicole once more. He pulled away the moment ruined. I mouthed “sorry” and he shook his head disappointed before turning to leave. As I watched him slowly get further and further away I noticed that the ringing had stopped, and I had a missed call. It was from Alisha. I was so frustrated with my friend, that I turned my phone off. That solved the problem of being interrupted again, but I now seriously needed to be shagged wildly! I skipped the remainder of the journey and entered my house. I was about to rush upstairs when I realised that the television had been left on. I went over to it, and as I got closer, I realised what was on, porn! Forgetting completely about Dave, I set myself down on the sofa, and resumed the DVD. To my utter amazement, it turned out to be a porno of the lesbian kind! My mind raced as two stunning young girls made out, and I imagined first Alisha, then Karen’s lips on mine. I decided fantasising about Karen would get me more turned on, because it was much naughtier and riskier.

As one of the girls ripped open the other’s top, I did the same with my own, exposing my breasts, and began flicking my nipples, and pinching them lightly. I alternated between boobs and I closed my eyes, my nipples hardening at my touch. I imagined Karen’s sweet lips sucking them, tasting them, pleasuring me, and I moaned softly. I re-opened my eyes, yet continued playing with my tits as I watched more. Now the girl was just down to her panties, and the one taking control was kissing her all over. She then lingered over the panties, rubbing her hands up and down the smooth legs.

I slowly slid my hand up my skirt and opened my pussy lips up. Teasing myself I rubbed them lightly, juices pouring out. Out of the corner of my eyes, I realised that the scene had moved on and the girls were dildo fucking! I felt like a dirty rotten slut, but I just did not care. I got the vibrator out, and smiled, before hitching up my skirt, and slowly applying it to my pussy. As it made contact, it sent electricity through Büyükçekmece escort bayan me. I was on fire, I forgot all about the porno, and imagined sexy Karen eating me out.

I plunged the vibrator deep inside of my walls, and I felt dizzy. I brought my other hand to my breasts and resumed playing with them whilst the vibrator worked its magic. It felt glorious, wonderful, and I could feel myself building up. I took the vibrator out and licked it, tasting my own juices, before roughly inserting it back into my pussy. I then began furiously fucking myself, Karen delightfully fucking me, and I groaned loudly.

“Oh god Karen, you dirty slag, yes baby, ohhhhhhhh.”

I moved my hips to the rhythm of the vibrator’s movements, then suddenly felt extremely light headed. It had found my clit! I rubbed it hard, making it throb, and I leaked more juices. The sofa was flooded, and I laughed wildly. I was getting so close, but I didn’t want the fun to end just yet, so I slowed down the pace gradually, before throwing the drenched vibrator on the floor. I let myself breathe for a few moments, calming myself down.

“So Karen,” I said to my imaginary lover. “You going to finish the job or what?” I grinned wickedly at my insaneness, and threw my head back. I then delved into a world of fantasy once more, as I inserted one finger into my gaping hole. I gasped in pleasure as I finger fucked myself roughly. Two fingers, followed by three ravishly brought me close to orgasm. My tight pussy couldn’t take much more. I was thrashing about, my face contorted, I squeezed in another finger and pinched my clit, and then the first wave hit me.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Karen yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” That was followed by two more gushes. I tried to muffle my screams with my hand, but it was no use. My hips kept bucking and bucking, and I lost control of my body. Finally after what seemed like an age, my climax ended, and I collapsed.

I awoke about an hour later, covered in my juices. I cleaned myself up and smiled to myself delightfully. I changed into my pyjamas and got into bed.

The next day was Friday; I arrived at work in a good mood. I had English with my sixth form class first period, and throughout, George was constantly staring at me. I found this to be a little turn on but I behaved myself. Just before the end of the lesson, I stopped the class to arrange parents evening appointments for the Monday. I also set them homework to write a creative piece of writing on any subject they desire due in on the Monday too. I then dismissed the class, but Demi stayed behind.

“Is everything ok Demi, do you understand the homework?”

“Erm, yes miss, but when you say anything what do you mean?” she replied and blushed.

I nodded warmly, and she stared looking flustered before leaving the room. I got through the remainder of the day quite calmly considering my actions on the night before, but distractions Escort Çatalca were around every corner that day in the school, so much so that Karen didn’t enter my mind once. I headed home and sat myself down on the settee and turned on the television. The weekend was here, and I decided I deserved a little relaxation time. But, as I settled down I discovered I needed to use the toilet. I hopped up off the sofa and ran up the stairs, to be greeted by a sexual goddess who dropped her towel in shock when she saw me.

Karen and I both gasped at the same time. My eyes captured her gorgeous body, looking even more heavenly in her birthday suit. She was very curvy, yet had huge breasts, at least 32F, and a toned stomach. I blushed, but at the same time felt my panties getting extremely wet. She smiled wickedly at me and I tried to turn away, but my eyes were fixed.

“It’s ok you can look,” she whispered.

“I’m really sorry, I am,” but as I said that I still didn’t look away.

“You like?”

I nodded slowly.

“I know you do, I heard you last night Becky, and I know you want me, Dave isn’t good enough is he, no you want to try something new, and that’s fine because I’ve wanted to fuck ever since I clapped eyes on you.”

I stared, stunned and shocked by Karen’s revelations, she had heard me, and she wanted me. She now began advancing towards me, shortening the gap between us, and her lips moved to mine. When they touched, passion erupted from me and I responded. When I tasted her soft lips, electric shocks were sent through me, making me shudder. I sucked her lips, kissing them passionately. I then felt her tongue prodding my lips, and I opened allowing it access to my long tongue. They danced together in the fires of passion, hungrily exploring each others mouths. I could have kept kissing her like this for hours, but she broke it, coming up for air. I smiled at her, and she returned it. I put my hand on her bare leg and began rubbing it. As I did so, I started giving soft kisses to her neck. She wriggled in pleasure, and I licked and sucked her smooth skin, all the time, my hand riding further up her leg. My mind was going crazy, I had never felt so aroused in all of my life, and this was why I had been put on this planet. My hand moved closer to her bald pussy, and I breathed in, ready to pleasure another woman. At that moment though, she pulled away, and I looked at her feeling rejected.

“No, it’s fine, I am enjoying this Becky, but you have never done this before, and I want you to feel pleasure before I do.” I smiled and led her into the bedroom. Karen pushed me onto the bed and waved her bare arse in my face. I licked my lips and she turned around, and her hands pounced on my chest. She groped my tits through my shirt material, making them hard, before literally ripping my top off. My breasts were struggling to escape the white bra caging them. They longed to be free they soon would get their wish.

Karen Esenler escort stared in awe, “They are beautiful, but I bet the nipples are even nicer, shall we have a look?”

“Hell yeah,” I shouted impatiently.

She put her arms around my back, and at a snails pace undid the tie on the bra, making it drop to the floor. My boobs were free. She brushed her hair out of her face, and knelt down in front of them. She opened her mouth and sucked a nipple into her mouth. She nibbled gently teasing me. With her hand she pinched the other. Inside I was burning, this was the life. It was the first time in my life this had ever happened to me and it felt ever so naughtier because this was a woman, and not just any woman, but my boyfriend’s mum. As I thought of this, the moment was set to be ruined by the boyfriend.

I jolted up, hearing the front door open downstairs. Karen stopped playing with my tits and ran out of the room and into the bathroom. I frantically tried to put my bra and shirt back on as I heard him come up the stairs. In the nick of time, I got changed back into what I was wearing previously, just as he opened the door.

“Hey honey, have a good day at work,” I said and smiled sweetly.

“Not really, and I’m not in the best of moods either so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bother me. Anyways haven’t you got that meal with your sister and father later?” Dave grunted miserably.

“Holy shit, I forgot, best had get ready,” and I rushed out of the room. As I did, I felt a hand grope my buttocks, and I turned around swiftly to see the bathroom door closing, and I grinned. Now I had gotten over nearly being caught, I just wanted to resume what I and Karen had started. But I couldn’t, and that sucked. I knew what we had done was wrong, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. I needed her body, and I decided that that night, after the meal, I was going to fuck her no matter what. It’s what I wanted, it’s what she wanted. I didn’t give a shit what Dave would think, because he was turning into a right old grumpy bastard, always working and sleeping, rarely speaking to me, and there was still no sex either. Well I had had enough, I had suffered enough, and I really did hope that later on he would catch me licking out his precious mum.

I got changed into a flowery dress, and minutes later, I heard a car horn beep. I rushed out excited that I was going to see my family again. My father was in his blue Ford Focus, and he looked very handsome in his shirt and pants combo. I hopped in the front, greeted him with a kiss, and we started chatting.

“Wow chick, you look beautiful,” he said.

I chuckled and thanked him, “Well you don’t look so bad yourself daddy haha. Where is Samantha?”

“We are going to meet her at the restaurant, I hope you like Chinese, because we are going to her favourite place.”

I cheered childishly, and we reminisced for the remainder of the journey.

*

IF YOU LIKE THIS GUYS, I WILL CONTINUE, HOWEVER I NEED COMMENTS TO REASSURE ME THAT IT IS WORTHWHILE. I BELIEVE THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS AND I DO HAVE A PLAN FOR MY CHARACTERS, SO I’M SURE IF YOUR FANTASY HASN’T BEEN EXPLORED YET THEN IT WILL HAVE BEEN BY THE END OF THE SERIES. THESE STORIES ARE MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT THIS SORT OF THING SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY.

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Molly was sixtyish (which could have meant anything) anyway that’s what she told us. Sort of chubby, but not as chubby as some of us, and fresh pinky complexion white hair, at least on her head it was… and probably a bit smarter that most of us. Several glasses of Chardonnay brought the following tale to the table one evening when we met at the Randolph in Oxford.

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I had been a widow for many years, It would have been longer but he wouldn’t eat the mushrooms first time, well, its been a long time, and I have passed the grief stage a long time ago and I know he would have appreciated my little joke. It was a good marriage, short, but good, I never was inclined to re marry, and as far as needs were concerned, well, I managed if you get my drift. No kids, the house paid for and a few bob in the bank.

Life pottered along, and I pottered with it, gardening, bingo, outings, WI sometimes in my little car and sometimes with friends or the over sixties club.

I had a wide circle of friends, apart from you lot, both male and female, though mainly female, and if I had a job needing doing some gentleman would oblige…No! Not like that… you know, if something needed fixing or anything.

The day this incident started, it was just before lunch, I was pottering in the garden, doing a bit of weeding. The telephone rang in the house, they rang off just as I was about to lift the hand set. I muttered, put my gardening gloves back on and started towards the door. The phone trilled again. Off with the gloves and this time I lifted the handset…

“Hello?”

“Molly?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Marjorie.”

“Oh hello Marjorie how are you?”

“Molly dear, can I ask a favour?”

“Course you can dear, what’s the trouble?”

“No trouble, can you pop over for a bite of lunch and a chat?”

“When’s that Marjorie.”

“Well, now if you’re free. Bit short notice I know.”

“I’ve just been doing some weeding so if you give me about ten minutes to wash up and I’ll come over.”

I had known Marjorie and Gerald for more years than I care to remember, they were there when I lost my Robert. Now Marjorie sometimes needed me as Gerald suffered with dementia.

“I wondered if you would be willing to help some friends of ours, we were going to accommodate their son while he was here at Oxford, but unfortunately, Gerald is deteriorating and gets very confused with strangers, I would be grateful if you could take the lad while he’s here. They are not badly off and would insist on paying the going rate.”

“I hadn’t really thought of a lodger, but I do have plenty of room, and if he was a reasonable young man I don’t think I would have a problem with that.”

“Could you make it for lunch tomorrow, the family are coming up and you can meet them. But he’s quite a sweetie really, unlike his sister who is a right tomboy.”

I went to lunch the following day, and was stunned at the gathering. Gerald wasn’t there; he was at a day centre so I offered Marjorie a hand in the kitchen.

“No, No, you come in here and meet the family and the young man concerned.”

The gentleman’s clothes gave him away, dark suit, and purple vest, gold chain and crucifix.

“This is the Right Reverend the Bishop of Blankton on Blythe.”

I was stunned for a moment.

“My Lord.”

“This is Mary, his wife and secretary.”

“Jane, their daughter, and of course, young Nicholas.”

“Don’t be so formal Marjorie, Please Molly, call me Anthony.”

“Shouldn’t I call you My Lord?”

“Formally yes you should, but it does get a bit silly in the house with friends doesn’t it.”

He put a fatherly arm around Jane’s shoulder.

“We are very proud of Jane, she’s to be ordained next month, and we rather hope that Nicholas will also find the calling.”

Nicholas looked decidedly bored.

Marjorie served a nice enough lunch and after ‘grace’ by Anthony conversation resumed over the meal.

“Are you a church goer Molly?”

“No sir…”

“Anthony.”

“No Anthony, I say my prayers, I have my beliefs and I have my own morality, but no, not a church goer.”

“Not to worry, we all have our ways don’t we. Do you think you can cope with a young rascal like Nicholas?”

“Oh I think so, I am easy going, can get along with most folk.”

“Well if he gives you any problems just you let me know, a few weeks without his allowance will soon sort him out. And if its alright with you, Mary can arrange to pay his way direct to your bank each month, or we can arrange cash if that’s better, of course cash is best then you don’t have to mess about going to the bank, that’s what we’ll do then. It’s sorted. Make a note Mary, Cash, monthly in advance.”

Following lunch there was more small talk. Marjorie asked if I would like to show them my home and Nicholas’ accommodation. I passed the inspection, and told them that if they liked, seeing it was nearly term start he could move in the next day.

That evening, I spring cleaned the room, directly opposite mine, cleaned the Fatih escort bathroom and toilet and the wash basin in the room. Put a small table in as a study desk, table lamp, you know, all the usual, fresh towels on the foot of the bed, the place was clean, but I freshened it up.

They rolled up about lunch time, Anthony was in casual clothes, and after dropping Nicholas’ bags off they took me to lunch at one of the many local hostelries. Around fourish they said their good byes and departed leaving Nicholas and I to get to know each other.

I showed him round the house again, the toilet, bathroom, etc, and then over a cup of tea we sat for a chat.

“Well Nicholas, what are you going to be studying.”

“Would you mind, can you call me Nick, not Nicholas, I don’t like being called that.”

“Yes, I’d like that, Nick sounds so much more friendly.”

“Thanks. Can I just ask, do you mind if I drink.”

“I wouldn’t want you to come in drunk, but no, I like a glass of wine myself, or sometimes a beer.”

“No, I don’t get drunk, but I do enjoy a beer.”

“I would like you to feel at home here, so there are some keys, so you can come and go as you please. Help yourself to food if I am not around, although I eat and can have a meal for you at about six each evening. And if you find we are running short of something please do let me know so that we don’t run out.”

“Oh and another thing, sometimes I have a nap in the afternoon, so if I am asleep in the chair please don’t disturb, I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“I don’t mind you having music, or the TV or wireless, but not too heavy, as it could give me as I can get grumpy with a migraine, You will notice I have carpets throughout, so please leave your out door shoes at the door. You do have slippers don’t you.”

“Yes, I have slippers, and I will try to be considerate, I am not into heavy music anyway.”

We whiled away the time until I offered a light meal around seven. Then we spent the evening watching the tele. The next few weeks passed quite peacefully and Nick and I got on well, no great hassles, except for one little niggle. There were always quite a few snotty handkerchiefs in his washing, and I couldn’t recall seeing him with a runny nose or sneezing much.

I don’t quite remember which day it was, Nick was out, wherever, I had been in the garden doing some pruning, it was after lunch as I recall, the small Sherry didn’t help and I went into the lounge, kicked off my slippers and settled into my favourite chair for a nap, I don’t know how long I dozed, probably about an hour. I awoke to a squeak of a floor board in the room above my head, followed by a slightly fainter squeak. I instantly recognised the sound from my own room.

I am no shrinking violet, lived alone too long to be scared of a noise, and I was half way up the stairs before I realised it could be dangerous, and proceeded more stealthily. From the top of the stairs I saw my room door open, and inside, there was Nick, I paused, curious. The second drawer of my dressing table was open; Nick had his back to me. In the mirror I could see his reflection. His cock, which looked from where I was standing an average member, was being exercised, wrapped in a pair of my knickers, while a second pair which I recognised as having been changed this morning was being held to his face. I backed down the stairs as quietly as I could. I put the kettle on, and sat at the table for a moment to gather my thoughts.

Suddenly the ‘snotty handkerchiefs’ dawned on me. It wasn’t snot! I had thought I was getting through more knickers than usual. It all came together in a blinding flash of inspiration. I am not slow girls, just hadn’t given it a thought, well with the Bishop, the ordained sister, you wouldn’t think such a thing would you, well I didn’t.

One thing I will say, the sight of that cock did stir a little pudding that was expanding if you get me. It had been a very long time, and an itch was developing. How was I to tackle the situation?

Nick hurried down the stairs.

“See you, back about five thirty.”

The door banged, he was gone… for now. I had a little time to think.

The itch down below was becoming uncomfortable. My mind was racing. His father had said about problems, should I speak to his father? What would happen if I challenged him? I suppose he would deny it, or maybe just brazen it out. All the while my itch continued. His cock wasn’t so bad, decent length if memory served, I felt quite uncomfortable.

I went to the bathroom and retrieved the knickers from yesterday, and deeper in the linen bin there was the damp handkerchief. Then to the bed room, second drawer, my knicker drawer, it didn’t take a genius, crumpled, top of the pile, and a tiny wet spot near the gusset.

The evidence assembled, I returned to the kitchen, goodness me that itch was getting worse. I placed the items on the spare chair and sat again at the table. Think girl, think. It clicked, I was going to seduce this lad, in such a way that he Fındıkzade escort bayan wouldn’t dream of betraying me, I had been very many years without a cock and I decided that was going to change.

I changed my clothes just a little, my slacks for a waist slip and a kilt styled skirt I always wore stockings anyway and I selected a pair of white sandal styled mules, I liked a slight heel, I think they can do something for a leg. My plain cotton blouse was replaced with a fine lawn one, not very, just slightly see through.

The casserole in the oven wouldn’t spoil; I turned the temperature down a little more just to make sure.

Five twenty.

“I’m back!” Nick hurried in. “I’m starving, is dinner ready?

“Not for a while, come in here Nick, We need to talk.”

He looked a little cautious.

“Nick I have problem, and we need to sort out what to do about it.”

“What’s the problem, what can I do to help?”

With a flourish I deposited the incriminating evidence, dumping it, spreading it on the table two pairs of knickers, one soiled from wearing, one spotted with a recent drop of cum and one damp handkerchief.

“This is the problem, and I don’t know whether I should speak to your father about it or…”

He blushed deeply.

“…. Or whether we can sort it out amicably between the two of us.”

“Oh God, please, please don’t tell dad, he will go mad.”

“Well I can’t be doing with soiled knickers…”

I relished using the word to tease him,

“…and spunky handkerchiefs are not my cup of tea either.”

“I am so sorry, so sorry I don’t know what to say, what can I do?”

“Smelling dirty knickers is a real pervert’s thing isn’t it, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, to soil my clean ones, that I am going to wear is even worse. You don’t even rinse out your handkerchiefs; just leave them damp and sticky in the laundry bin. That is quite quite disgusting.”

He was squirming in his seat; if it hadn’t been the threat of speaking to his father I think he would have fled the scene.

“What have you got to say on this whole sordid affair?”

He hung his head.

“I think you are so beautiful, I just couldn’t …”

“Liar, liar.”

“I just couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“And the dirty knickers?”

“Well, they weren’t really dirty dirty, but they had your smell on them, and that sort of …sort of…”

He struggled with his choice of words.

“…excited me. Then I had to touch my…my self.”

“Hrrrm, that sounds well….that, sounds lame.”

“I know it does.”

“What’s your suggestion of how I deal with it, I think I would be embarrassed talking to a Bishop about his son’s disgusting behaviour. Come along now you must have given some consideration to the possibility of getting caught with your trousers down so to speak.”

Nicks face was hidden in his hands as he sobbed red faced at the prospect of facing his father.

“What if your mother or your sister found out, Jane, a vicar with a pervert for a brother, a knicker sniffing pervert, did you sniff theirs at home?”

“No, never, never I wouldn’t.”

“I thought you were such a sweet boy when Marjorie asked me, my goodness, what will she think? Now go up to your room, wash up, I’ll have dinner on the table in about ten minutes, and over dinner you will be telling me how we are going to resolve the situation. So go, give it some thought, and come down promptly when I call you. Put these in the laundry bin as you go past.”

I handed him the damp handkerchief and the two pairs of knickers. As he left the room I prepared the table for dinner including two generous glasses of wine, I served the meal and called Nick to the table.

We ate mostly in silence, I poured more wine.

“Have you come up with a solution to my dilemma?”

“I haven’t, but please don’t tell on to me, please, I’ll do anything, but please, don’t tell. What can I do to make up to you?”

“That thing you like the smell of so much, what do you perverts call it, you know a woman’s private parts?”

He reddened again.

“Honest, I am not really a pervert, I just liked the smell of you and it made me do things, I know I shouldn’t have but I did and I am sorry.”

“If you were really sorry, you would be on your knees at my feet apologising, come on, what do you call a lady’s private parts?”

“I call it mumble mumble “

“I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

“I call it…”

“Speak up.”

“I call it a fanny.”

“Come now and kneel at my feet, and I want an apology, a sincere apology for soiling my knickers. Then I will see how I feel about the situation.”

Nick came and knelt before me. I pulled the spare chair out

behind him and stood.

“What have you to say?”

His face was red and tear stained as he knelt there.

“Molly, I am so sorry I betrayed your hospitality and did things I shouldn’t have, and I will do anything to make it up to you.”

“That’s Escort Gaziosmanpaşa getting there isn’t it? But you didn’t actually apologise for intruding on my soiled linen or for soiling my clean knickers or for that matter violating my personal space.”

“I do Molly, I do, I’m sorry I went to your knicker drawer, I am sorry I soiled your clean knickers and I am sorry I took your used knickers from the laundry bin, please Molly, I’ll do anything you ask, please let us go back to how it was, I won’t do this sort of thing again.”

Standing, I leaned against the table and put my other foot on the chair behind him.

“Look at me.”

He looked up; he was looking straight up my skirt at my silky French knickers.

“Does my fanny smell the same as my knickers did?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well have a good sniff and tell me.”

I felt his nose touch my knickers. I felt the movement of air as he sniffed. I heard the sniff.

“It’s sort of richer and warmer.”

“Pull the leg of my knickers to the side and sniff my fanny itself.”

I felt the movement, the cool on my furry fanny, as he eased the knicker leg aside. I could feel his breath on me as he sniffed.

“What about that smell?”

“It is lovely.”

“Stand up and drop your trousers.”

It was obvious as he stood that he had an erection, although he was struggling to hide it.

“I said drop your trousers!” he made no move.

“That’s now.”

He unbuckled, and slowly eased his trousers down, I was dribbling, no, not from my mouth! The head of his cock peeped out of the waistband of his boxers.

“Now your pants.”

He did so, struggling unsuccessfully to conceal his privates.

“Step out of them.”

He almost fell as he did so. Dressed now in just a polo shirt and his socks and trainers, he was very very red in the face. His cock was peering above his wrists as he tried in vain to conceal it. He tight young balls hanging clear.

“Hold your arms out straight to the side.”

“Ooooh please…no.”

“Don’t whinge…just do it…you did the deeds now you must pay the price!”

Reluctantly he did so. Exposing his cock standing erect and pulsing, throbbing to my gaze.

“Not bad I suppose, I have seen better. Clear the dishes and get the washing up finished. Then come into the lounge and we will continue this discussion.”

He bent to pick up his clothes.

“You can hand those to me, you won’t be needing them.”

Turning away I took his clothes, and my glass of wine to the lounge, then on to the bathroom. I could hear the clinking of the dishes and the water being run for the dishwashing. In the bathroom, I removed my knickers and dropped them on the floor, I sat and relieved myself…no girls, not like that,…I had a pee. I shuddered with a Cum as I wiped myself.

Nick was not a well built young man, probably what might be termed today as nerdy, sort of a bit weedy, wore glasses to read, I am sure you can all picture him, but he had a cock, and I hadn’t had one for quite a few years. The sight of his erection, it wasn’t what you might call substantial, sort of, about average I suppose, around shall we say six and a half to seven inches no more, and not too thick.

Thank God for Bishops.

I returned to the lounge and settled myself with the remainder of my glass of wine in my favourite easy chair. I undid the top couple of buttons of my blouse,as I mentioned, it wasn’t transparent, but sufficiently so to show my white lace brassier to some advantage, the buttons exposed a little cleavage, I mean little, I wasn’t that big, at 36C, but quite perky and my brassier was not the type to push them up and herd them together. I never felt the need.

I heard the last of the dishes being put away and the water gurgling down the drain. He came to the lounge door, his hands in front of his now flaccid cock and dangling balls.

“Top up my glass first please, go to the bathroom and freshen up, then come back to me…”

“Sit there,” I indicated a chair facing mine and just out of arms reach.

“I’m going to be blunt with you young Nick… and I want no nonsense. Do I make myself clear.”

“Yes Molly.”

“Lets try to work out a solution to this situation.”

“I don’t want you to tell my father about this, he would never understand, but I will do all I can to make amends.”

“Yes, I’ve heard it all before, you say you will do any thing to make amends, you will do all you can to make amends…”

“I will, honest, I will.”

“Yes, you will, but what is anything, what is all you can?”

“Anything…anything.”

“And if I say I want you to be a personal servant?”

“Yes if that’s what you want. Yes I will be your servant.”

“I said personal servant. Would you be my personal servant?”

“Yes, I said I would.”

“How personal?”

“Anything…yes anything you want.”

“And if I want you to be my entertainment?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Hrrrrm. Do you like sex, not just sniffing ladies knickers and…what do you call it, wanking, but proper sex like men and women do?”

“I haven’t done it more than once, most girls don’t like doing that sort of thing with Bishop’s sons.”

“As my personal servant, I want you to give yourself an erection, stand up, start making it grow, I want to see it.”

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Erica Beesworth wanted to fucking kill herself. She worked retail so that was understandable. Noble even, in the right context. And it was the only option she had left. It was drastic, fatal by definition, but it was the final path she had to go down.

The very gods of time itself had turned against her. There is no other escape from something so powerful. The stoic struggle could not withstand. Defiance and rebellion were simply out of the question. She had to kill herself. It was the only way to gather some form of freedom back from the world that had so wrongfully taken it from her.

Some great deity had dropped a catastrophe in her time. There was no other way to explain it. Erica looked at her watch and it said 4:03. She then waited 4 hours and the watch said 4:03. There was no other explanation. Her shifted ended at 5 and that should have been 3 hours ago. But it wasn’t. The watch said 4:03. 4:04, now. The time gods still had to put on the airs of doing their jobs, lest she lose that final ounce of will that kept her breathing.

Her hat was too tight. It was always too tight. But she had to wear it. The uniform demanded a too tight hat and too stiff shirt that frankly did not have enough room for her but going a size up would make too much room, so she just had to make do. The pants were the worst part, digging into her waist, her thighs and making them choked. Her wand kept poking her like a needle. She shouldn’t even have it on her. The company policy was clear that every bit of magical interfaces was to be securely locked in a conveniently supplied storage box in the back. But the locks in this location were broken and it was deemed to expensive to have them replaced.

There were wares, trinkets, bobbles labeled and advertised as everything a young witch, wizard, warlock, or wicca needed to start a magical journey of something or other. Mostly, it was just cheap junk that Erica had to stare at and try to pour her hate into until it all curdled into toxic industrial plastic sludge. The target of her ire today was the spelling spell books and the cutesy drawing of a cat in a pointed hat waving sparkles and rainbows.

She was hanging on by a thread. She looked to the shelves stocked with children’s clothes and cheap toys marked up to a profitable price and felt the gods slip back the watch to 4:03. They did it. She could feel it. She could feel the time slipping away from her, oozing through her soul. She sighed and the watch said 4:05. She didn’t bother doing the math that would tell her the time until she could clock out and slip away from the world of plastic and polyester. The door chimed and the response came with trained timbre.

“Welcome to Wizard Wakka’s Wondrous Wares,” she said with the practiced saccharine voice.

The mother gave the requisite smile for the veneer of politeness. The boy did not. He was too excited. There were shiny things and high contrast colors that slipped into the gremlins mind and hit the synapses so sucrose laden. Erica kept the smile up as the thing of too much television bounced and pulled at its mother and showed her all the shiny colors. It was 4:10.

The child went to the line of wind up dragons that shot sparks and a sick urge settled in her stomach with gnarled venom intent. Those things were dangerous. Hilariously so. And he if held it in just the right way with the fangs pointed right at his eyes, then he could set himself on fire. It would be amazing. It would set her free. Suddenly she didn’t want to kill herself. She could watch a small child immolate in a pyre of manufactured fun.

But it didn’t happen. The child, the poor child, had a responsible mother who just needed to pick up a new hat for a birthday gift. A friend of the gremlin that looked back to the dragon. And every young witch needed a hat. Erica had hers. It was faded gray and stitched with flames. It was a new one. The old one burned to ash on the Day of Dark Nova.

The hat cost 24 double dollars, or 48 regular ones, or 8 triple dollars. The nice mom paid with a mix and Erica gave the change in just regular ones. She didn’t want to do that math. It was much easier to just count the regular ones and usher the pair on to their next set of adventures. Maybe they would go to the bookstore and get that new Claire Verlaine and the Starglimmer Mallet book that Erica absolutely was not excited for. She didn’t have it marked on her calendar, only to realize that payday didn’t really line up for her. She really didn’t think about dipping into her savings to pay for the hardcover special edition. She really, really didn’t think about going two doors down to sweet talk the clerk there into going to the back and reserving her a copy that she could pay for later. Maybe the pair would just go for ice cream. Erica could go for some ice cream right about now. It was 4:23. That was a good time for ice cream.

So was 4:24, 4:25, 4:26 and even 4:27, although the desired flavors changed rather sporadically. Chocomint, then double cherry Esenyurt escort bayan berry, then limon leme, then it settled on snozzberry. It had been ages since she had anything that actually tasted like snozzberries. She would get some snozzberry sorbet on the way home and not think about the book she couldn’t justify buying, but she didn’t want it anyway.

It was 4:35. She had 25 minutes, or 5 5 minute chunks or 25 1 minute chunks. Those minutes were made of 60 seconds each, so she really just had 1,500 seconds left in total. Those went by so quickly. She was already down to 1,495 by the time she was done triple checking the math. She could get through the rest of the seconds, if she just kept her head on straight and eyes forward. She was not closing tonight, anyway. She could just slip right out and change and not be wearing horrible dawn glow pastels that seared the eyes. And she could go back to her actual hat, instead of the terrible company one. It was so stiff and starchy. Hats needed sway and bend.

Erica lost count of the seconds and settle back to minutes. Her hat, her wonderful lovely hat of thick gray felt and precise crimson needle work, that was her salvation. The minutes flew by with thoughts of her actual, real, wide and floppy hat. The way it swayed and caught the wind as she took a dive. The way it always threatened to take to the air like a majestic phoenix. The way it housed her Ventus so snugly and cuddly when the went up above the clouds. The hat was there in and on her mind and it would whisk away the time until she was free.

She looked to her watch. It said 4:37. She didn’t know how many hours, days, weeks that actually meant. She just wanted to fucking kill herself.

Erica Beesworth did not fucking kill herself. She had a better idea halfway through the eternity it took to reach 4:38. She pulled out her wand from her back pocket and switched hats. Ventus was in that one and the colors were close enough that the beholden eye wouldn’t notice anything out of place. Granted, the mouse was sleeping, but watching a small white mouse sleep and twitch made the hours fly by like minutes. And it was even 5:01 by the time she noticed she was done. That was terrible, simply terrible. That was a whole minute of her commute lost. And now she had to wait in line for her ice cream. She still got it though.

She savored the sweet and the tart on a waffle cone in the park, trading licks between her and her familiar. She sighed and watched the evening clouds drift and change. Some kids were playing that stupid sport with the ball and hoops and she watched them try to hurt themselves in every spectacular way. She did not want anyone to get hurt. That was a punishment reserved for anyone who actually came into the store and made her work.

There was another lick and a bite that shocked her teeth. Cold, so cold and sweet and it hurt. She didn’t’ have any cavities. She better not have any cavities. She brushed frequently and flossed on occasion. That was more than the requisite.

While the ache from the mouth settled and stilled, the ache in the head surged and grew. Sugar and cream had turned against her and gave her pain. Ventus seemed fine. The mouse was apparently immune to anything that would cause him pain. He was more than happy to go through the motions and consume sweet and tart, as much as his body would allow.

She took a hand to her head and soothed the pain as best she could. Tongue to the roof of the mouth, eyes scrunched shut, everything contorted and twisted and closed and tense as the pain slowly grew higher and higher.

It was another curse from the temporal gods. Unsatisfied with the chains and shackles of Wizard Wakka’s Wonderous Wares, they now claimed her body with hooks and knives and blunt hammers of pain through pleasure. Truly an inspired move, to turn a sweet freezy treat into something dreadful. She did not cry. She did not moan. That would only further the spiteful bastard gods’ enjoyment. She would do no such thing. She would sit there on the stained and worn park bench in the evening sun with all the stoic dignity of that one statue of that guy that did a thing. Erica couldn’t remember. She was in pain. The statue could sit there and rot.

Erica broke when she felt her grip start to falter and the cone start to drop. She didn’t want it to. She tried to stop it. But the disaster was inevitable. The scoop slipped and plummeted to the gooey pavement. Every natural force was against her. Every single one. Something with magnets was going to happen next, or maybe the weather. Although, the weather thing was already happening. Hot as hell, this summer. Heat waves coming in like a rolling sea. Part of the reason she wanted ice cream. And her thoughts turned from cursing all forms of the natural world to sitting there in silent defeat. The cone still sat in her hand.

Ventus jumped from his perch on her shoulder and scampered to the rapidly growing pool of slush.

“Ven,” Erica sighed, “That’s Escort Etiler ground ice cream. That’s gross.”

Ventus did not respond. He was a mouse. He was used to eating things off the floor. This floor just happened to be outside and slowly growing sweeter and sweeter with each passing moment.

“At least save some for me.”

Ventus still did not respond, for he was a mouse absorbed in the simple act of consuming as much sugar as he possibly could. He already felt his tiny heart quicken and spurt and race with the oncoming rush. Even when the big soft hand grabbed his back and yanked him upward, he did not calm down.

Erica put the familiar back on her shoulder and looked to the sky. It was getting closer and closer to darkness. She might as well go home and not do anything important there. She had a night and a few days before she had to go back to work. So, the thought came that she doesn’t have to come right back home and go to bed and hole up in the covers and the sheets and pray that the time gods give her a full 8 hours. She could go get drunk.

And she would like to go get drunk and pretend that nothing bad was capable of happening. The world would be a warm booze of amber and burn, slowly eking up into her mind and dragging her down into a lukewarm pool of blissful aware. She took in a deep breath and let it go slowly.

That was a problem. The sheer joy her heart felt when her mind mentioned the idea of intoxication worried her. Not enough to go seek help, but enough to sit and dwell on the urge and at least think about. Ventus eyed the melted puddle that crept to his mistress’ shoes. It was pink-purple and tempted him to scuttle down and lap at the edges. But Erica seemed lost in thought and that meant he better stay on the shoulder. And if he really wanted, he could slink down and nibble at the cone. That would pair very nicely with the sharp sweet tart of the sorbet.

Erica let the thought bounce and debate. She did deserve a drink after a long week of shifts and a lost ice cream cone. It was hot anyway, and drinks were something that helped people cool down. She looked down at Ventus and he was eyeing the melted ice cream and the cone in equal measure. She made the bet and cast her dice into the wind. Ventus would choose for her.

His will broke and he scampered down to the ground once again and began lapping at the dirt. That settled it. She would go to a bar and drink something sharp and bitter and cold. And she could vent to the good bartender and feel some amount of catharsis. She should probably see someone about all this at some point, when she had the vim and vigor. But not now.

—

Erica closed her eyes and let the wind take her away. She was flying. She was above the clouds and swimming through the atmosphere. The lowly ground walkers so far below were beneath her in every sense of the word. Her broom swooped with the slightest touch. She mad the wind shift and spin with her. She was the wind, the gale, the storm and its eye. All of it condensed to a point so slim and narrow it ceased to be. She was not anything conscious. She was just the wind and nothing more at all.

She rolled and dangled everything she was upside down. A hand held her hat in place, although the poor mouse tumbled and spin. He was used to it, as terrible as it was. Still, he was in the hat. The hat was safe and secure and warm. He just had to hold on as best he could. Erica took her free hand and skimmed a cloud. The tendrils came away with cotton threads, ice coating her fingers. Cold, and invigorating and all sorts of pleasant tingling shocks. Wonderful, simply wonderful. It was the best she felt all day. Except for the bit this morning where she woke up and she still could sleep for another hour or so. She closed her eyes and let the sensations carry her away.

They were not closed for long. A flock of commuters, suits and ties and sharp cut collars emerged from the cloud in perfect synch. One mind, one will, one action, they rose and circled the poor fledgling of sensible clothes and colors beyond the monochrome. She jostled herself upright and ramrod straight. She was in the company of her betters now and the posture needing fixing.

The swarm boxed her in and kept her slow. There was no freedom anymore. The suits and ties and thing marionettes pulled by the neck nooses blocked anything excessive. Tired, they were all tired and spent, spines hunched and broken. Erica tried. She really did. There were gaps and holes in the formation, but every venturous intrusion into enemy territory was rebuked with apathetic lethargy. She did not escape the endless sea of black tie affairs.

She sighed and shifted on her perch. It hurt to sit like this. Probably not a good sign. She was on her feet all day. She was not meant to sit straight. She was meant to slouch and lean and lock knees. All of those were bad for her, but not in the same way as this was. She drummed her fingers against the worn wormwood inlaid shaft of her broom. It was old, Eyüp escort but it wasn’t that old. It still had some vigor left in the grain. And the murderous of collared crows sought to take that away.

“Excuse me,” she shouted, but the wind took the words from her.

“Excuse me,” she shouted again, and the wind, the traitorous wind did the same thing without care.

She sighed and the wind took that too, because the wind was an absolute bitch. At least the clouds were parting.

Erica soared over the city proper. Lights, so many lights and sounds, roars and whistles, dancing sweet timbre of bell and wonder. Even the black suits could not take that away from her. She had the city and the setting sun, the pastel stars twinkling and shining with the first hint of darkness. Then a black jacket and an admittedly pleasant paisley tie shook her focus. The flock was turning, turning away from the myriad lights and headed for the thick woods surrounding.

Erica did not want to go to the suburbs. She wanted to stay in the city. There was probably a cool bar or two in the strip malls, but there were so many more here. And there was even one where she didn’t technically have to pay. At least, not right when she ordered. She knew the owner, and that simple fact made her above the lowly peons who did not.

Shifting her weight, she tried to lead the suits to at least dip and sway a bit. A quick jostle and all she would have to do is weave through the gap. The line held, phalanx and air tight.

“HEY,” she yelled. The wind took most of that as well. But not all of it.

A tired looking man with shiny tortoise shell glasses looked to her and saw the outsider for the first time. He tipped his hat, a narrow, short thing of the same black as his suit. It didn’t even qualify as a real hat in Erica’s opinion. More of a bonnet, or a cap. But the single word carried the rest of the message clear enough and someone finally had the courage to break formation and let her pass. With a polite returning tip, Erica ducked out of the way and sighed with relief.

The wind took that personally.

Erica was no longer the gust, the leaf on the wind dancing carelessly and joyfully. The formation protected her from the worst of it. But she was alone now, a fledgling with the soft down of newly hatched announced. And the wind did not like that sort of thing.

She wanted to go one way, but the wind decided that it wanted to go somewhere else. The broom could not compete. The wind had travelled all over the world, from the forests to the plains, to the barren deserts and deepest seas. The smooth shaft of beaten wood, dry and older than the idea of the dirt, could not compete with the infinite wisdom of the wind.

Erica fell. She did not want to fall, but today was not a day of things she wanted. And the wind had the will to ground her. Her eyes shut and she just let it happen.

A tree broke her fall as best it could. Snapped branches and poking twigs, leaves fluttering and bark scratching. But she was alive. There was no pain, no pain at all. A moment passed and then she did. There was a lot of it. She wished that it wasn’t there anymore, that the sweet nothing muting rush of impact was still there. Ventus was alright, still tucked away in the recesses of her hat.

Hands went around and found no blood, nothing broken. A few things bent and pulled but a bit of dirt rubbed in and walkings off and it would all be as right as rain. Erica moaned. It was the right thing to do. Through the gap she made, the flock scattered and broke, each and every bird turning back to their individual nest. Apathy, each had pure and unfiltered apathy to the broken rank bird that decided to fall.

It was slow, pulling herself from the branches. But she managed. Her hands finally found some modicum of blood. A scrapped knee and that was the worst she had. Something else had something worse.

Her broom was snapped in half, the tail end of bristles still snagged in a tree, so far out of reach. The mind did not understand why the shaft was so short, until Ventus poke his head through and drew the eyes to bits and pieces.

Erica closed her eyes and let the hot burning suffuse the gaps behind her lids. Tears, those were tears. Nothing could stop them and she didn’t want to. They leaked through the corner seals and ran down her cheeks. It felt good. It felt really, really good.

—

The glass was cold and beading cold water in deep streaks down the cup. It spilled from the coaster and pooled on the counter top. Erica panted and took a sip, bringing the coaster up with her. It clattered to the bar and almost fell to the floor. A quick snap of her hand caught in and brought it back. The bar was hot sticky humid. A ceiling fan tried its best to churn and flow the stagnant air soup, but it couldn’t. It just couldn’t.

“Brock,” she sighed, “why does the world hate me?”

The man in question pulled his eyes from the muted TV. Spiders were up by 10 points, anyway. Oxhorns couldn’t run it back if they tried. And they clearly weren’t trying. He shrugged his shoulders and Eric tried to shrink away from him. He was big, too big for the small counter barely past his waist. But he managed. If anything, it made his job easier. Brock had the reach to pull from any shelf, even the low ones.

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2: SHERYL and the Caravan Part 1

It had been quite a few months since my first encounter with Sheryl. In the intervening months we had kept in touch by text messages on our mobiles and finally she told me she had sold her house and moved in with her son and family in the same area. She had bought a large Caravan and it had been installed on the property for her to live in and retain her privacy. She was also ready to purchase the light.

I was doing a small health Show in Palmerston North, about 50 miles away later that month, so agreed to come over on the Saturday night after the Show.

Following the directions on my Navman I turned the corner into the street and the entrance on the corner. The Caravan was alongside the previous street and was quite large.

Sheryl was there to meet me and open the gate so that I could park in with the other 2 cars. We had a brief kiss and hug before she took me into the house proper to meet the family. I was in time for the B-B-Q dinner and a friendly beer with the son (Steve) and his family. It is strange that both our sons have the same name. I was once married for 20 years.

It seemed that Sheryl was quite excited about the laser light and had told the family , who also wanted to know about it and to find out if it was any good for use on horses. I spent about 3 hours treating various ailments before setting up a light set for Sheryl and filling out the Bioptron Purchase Agreement. Everyone was suitably impressed by the almost instant relief to their various aches and pains.

The family, especially the young ones, were making ‘ready for bed’ noises so I packed up the rest of my promotional gear and took it out to the car. Sheryl suggested I should park on the road or the verge as her son would need to make an early start. So would I, but at least the Show didn’t start until 10:00am and it would an easy drive if I got up in time.

Sheryl took me to look through her Caravan and then showed me an en-suite room at the side of the house where I would sleep. Sheryl had commented that with the family around she wanted to be careful and circumspect and it would not be appropriate for them to know she wanted me to sleep with her in the Caravan.

Then she said “Would you like to join me in the hot tub before we go to bed?”

There is something about being outdoors naked on a cold night, but warm and cosy in hot water. We spent about an hour with our glasses of wine, with many kisses and cuddles and lots of touching. Being now close to 1: OO am it was time to make a move so we wrapped ourselves in big Escort Esenyurt fluffy towels, kissed goodnight and then headed off to our separate beds.

Well that was the intention. As soon as I got into the little unit with the heater going full blast I realised I wasn’t ready for sleep. I found a whole pile of Lee Child’s books about Jack Reacher. I had heard a lot of favourable reports about them but never read one so picked one out at random.

Hopping into bed naked (how I usually sleep), I started to read. Then the door opened quietly and Sheryl walked in.

“I couldn’t sleep thinking about your ‘hammer’ so

I have come over to play with it, if that’s O.K”.

I laughed because this was a complete reversal of our first night, and then threw back the covers for her to join me on the single bed. She made a beeline for my crotch and the small dangly thing down there. “Oh we will have to perk him up won’t we” she said, taking this limp thing in both hands.

She began by softly running her fingers just touching the hairs on my ball sac and that set the whole thing in motion. When I went to touch her she said “No, this is your reward so lie back and enjoy it. I am already excited enough at the thought of doing what I want to do”.

Then she leant her head down and began to blow softly on the head of my cock whilst her hand went between my legs and stroked my balls. So soft and so tender, unlike so many who think that to grab and yank is the way to go.

As it grew and became stiffer, she touched the tip with her tongue, slowly winding it around the top until it was stiff and solid with a dribble of pre cum. Then she took it into her mouth.

Oh what heaven – slowly rubbing her tongue underneath before working her whole head back and forth slowly. And then she deep throated me and continued to keep me at the back of her throat for a long time.

I could feel my balls tightening up and really didn’t want explode prematurely again like I had the first time we met. But somehow I was able to relax and enjoy the phenomenal sensation without exploding. After quite a while I pulled her head away for a kiss then said “Sheryl my love, I want to do the same for you”.

She started to cry and I asked her “Why the tears”.

“Because during my whole life and numerous lovers I have never had anyone do that for me before”.

“Well sweet lady you are about to experience something truly wonderful” I said.

I got her to lie on her back sideways across the bed with her legs apart and feet on Etiler escort the floor. Then I knelt between her legs and approached heaven. The last time we had made love I hadn’t noticed that she was fully shaved so I was looking at the smallest neatest set of pussy lips I have ever seen – just like a soft pink clam.

I started by softly stroking the outer lips, gradually parting them with my fingers until I could feel the wetness inside. Kissing and sucking her nipples whilst my fingers played with her pussy, I then brought my tongue down across her tummy to that sweet little female centre and gently pushed it into the inside lips. Her scent was wonderful, a combination of musk and talcum powder.

She started to squirm immediately but when I found the little nub of her clitoris and started to move my tongue across it from side to side she went straight into orgasm. “Oh my God Brian, I could never have believed it felt so good” she said after her orgasm subsided.

I then proceeded to run my tongue from her pussy down to her rosebud anal hole and it started to flutter!! Sliding my tongue deep inside her pussy brought more reaction and her clit was now twice its usual size. Next my forefinger went in to find her G spot while my thumb massaged her anus.

She was rolling all over the bed at this stage, trying not to yell out in ecstasy. Her excitement and my joy at seeing her like that was having a major effect on me too. By this time there was a puddle of pre-cum on the carpet and I needed to get some relief.

So while she was still lying across the bed I stood up and brought my cock to her wet warm cunt. Slowly revolving the head around the outside I suddenly lunged in about halfway then pulled it out again.

The old ‘tease’ trick . Rubbing the head against her pussy I slowly pushed it in about three quarters of the way then slowly pulled it out until the head was just inside, then a sudden thrust to full penetration and then out again.

Sheryl said ” Oh God – please put it in and fuck me, I can’t take this need to feel you in me much more”.

Now was not the time for pity. “No my sweet, you are going to experience a build up that can only happen for the first time”. And so for at least 3 or 4 minutes this original “cock tease” carried on. Sometimes right in to full depth and just leaving it there for a few moments before ‘pulsing’ my cock.

This drove Sheryl crazy. She was trying to reach down and push me into her every time I withdrew, but I wouldn’t let her.

Sensing that she was as far as she Eyüp escort bayan could go without coming, I finally began to fuck her, at first with a slow sensual rhythm. Then as my excitement grew I thrust faster and faster.

Just before I figured I wasn’t going to last much longer she suddenly screamed and started flushing my cock with hot cum. That was enough for me to let go and spurt into her at least 5 times; something I had never done before in my life.

Sheryl lay there rocking and moaning for at least 10 minutes while I lay on top of her sucking her nipples and softly stroking her pussy lips.

It was one of the best sex sessions I had ever experienced and it had taken so many years to finally be able to say with full honesty “Hell that was the most magnificent fuck I have ever had”.

Sheryl seemed to be having trouble talking but I finally made out what she was saying.

“I have never, ever in my long life felt anything so good as that. My insides are still quivering and my whole body feels alive and glowing. Oh I am so glad you have come into my life and given me such a wonderful, womanly feeling”.

Eventually she returned to her caravan and I finally fell asleep. I woke not many hours later as her son got ready for work and joined him for a cup of coffee.

He said ” You know Brian, what happened between you and Mum last night – yes I heard the noises from our bedroom upstairs – is the one thing she has needed for a long time. Thank you, and hopefully we can get you back here some time to treat both the horses and Mum”.

Whew that was some eulogy and I thought about it a lot on my way back to the Show.

Miracles apparently do happen even at a late stage in life. All you need are two people with like minds and who can look beyond what other people expect them to be. I hadn’t performed that good since my 30’s and I wasn’t going to stop now.

By the way I have a wonderful female partner and we have been together (not married) for over 30 years.

Our physical love life was like two rattlesnakes until she hit menopause, then it was all over for her. Her natural juices dried up and she was so dry even lubricants didn’t help. She couldn’t take the pain and that part of our relationship ended some 10 years ago.

When I finally got home her first comment was “Your skin looks nice and glowing”. Then we talked about the sale and the horses and the coincidence of both our sons having the same name. My partner has never been married or had children.

But my mind was still glowing too and I wondered how long it would be before I could return south. Somehow it didn’t take too long before I got a request from Steve to go down and treat the horses so I knew that Sheryl and I were going to be able to explore each other again. And so with my partner’s blessings for a return trip I began to make plans.

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Cindy and I had been going out together for about a month and things were going pretty smoothly between us, except for the fact that we had not slept together yet, which bothered me more than it did her, but I really liked her so I was prepared to wait until she was ready.

The first time I saw Cindy I was truly amazed by her beauty and I knew that I had to ask her out straight away and was a little surprised when she said yes. She definitely has the model look about her, tall, slim and very sexy. Her long black her looks like it have been woven from silk and her sparkling blue eyes resemble a sapphire jewel.

We hit it off right from the start and we both knew all about each other’s life within the first week. It was in this time that I found out that she was still a virgin and was waiting for the right guy before having sex.

It was kind of a shock to find out that a 19 year old gorgeous girl like Cindy was still a virgin but it also excited me because I was hopefully going to be her first, eventually.

After about a month of us dating, Cindy told me that her parents wanted me to come over for dinner so they could meet me. I’ve got to be honest and say that I was hesitant at first, because I had heard that her parents were quite strict and I did not relish the thought of having them giving me the third degree about my intentions towards her daughter. I wanted to tell Cindy some excuse, but one look at me with those puppy dog eyes of hers and there was no doubt what my answer would be.

“Of course sweetie, I would love to come and meet your parents. Just tell me a time and I will be there”.

She kissed me and told me to be come round to her house tonight at about 7 pm.

I was feeling pissed off on my way back home cause I wasn’t really in the mood to be meeting my girlfriends parents but I was willing to make the effort for Cindy, knowing that It would make her happy and in return she would probably make me happy.

Once I got home I had a few jobs to take care of and the time soon went by, leaving me with an hour to get washed up and dressed. I wanted to make a good first impression on her parents, so I decided to get dressed up really smart and to do this I thought I would borrow my older brother’s designer suit, which looked pretty good on me.

I checked myself out in the mirror one last time before leaving the house and realized that I still had just enough time left to buy a bottle of nice wine to go with our meal.

My nerves were a little shaky as I pulled up outside Cindy’s house and I was worried that her parents wouldn’t like me and other thing were going through my mind which were making me feel like driving off. I think I might have done just that if I hadn’t seen Cindy standing at the front door with a smile on her face that was meant for me. I smiled back at her as I stepped out from my car and strolled to the front door where my beautiful girlfriend greeted me with a hug and a soft kiss.

“Wow, you look really sexy in that suit babe”, she told me, giving me the once over as she spoke.

“Thanks baby, you look pretty hot too, as usual”, I replied. It was the truth as well, she looked amazing in what ever she was wearing.

She invited me in and I followed her into the lounge and this is when I first saw her father. I had pictured him in my mind to look like some kind of military figure, tall, well built and very sure of himself. How wrong I was, in fact he was the opposite of what I imagined, short, quite skinny and almost bald.

“Please to meet you sir”, I said as I offered my hand out to his. “Nice to meet you too son”, he replied in a friendly manner as he shook my hand.

“Cindy, why don’t you go help your mother in the kitchen while me and your friend have a little talk”. Here comes the lecture I thought to myself.

“Sure daddy, I’ll leave you two men to talk”, she said as she left us alone.

I handed over the bottle of wine to him before he could speak, which he took and thanked me for it, before telling me to take a seat.

“Now, lets get down to the serious talk”, he told me, as he took a seat in his leather arm chair.

I waited for his next words and they were, “ So, boy, what do you think of the Bull’s chances of winning this year are?”

Not exactly what I was waiting for him to say, but I was kind of relieved. “I think the chances of them winning this year are about the same as there chance last year, pretty slim”, I said with a smile. This brought a smile out of him too and started our conversation about sports, which made me feel comfortable with my surroundings Büyükçekmece escort at last.

After a few minutes Cindy returned to the room and this time she was accompanied by her mother. The best way to describe Mrs. Morgan would be to use the word wow. Just one look at her and you can see where Cindy gets her amazing looks from, but they have completely different looks to them. Where as Cindy is tall and slim, Mrs Morgan has a more curvaceous figure that is clearly visible in the revealing dress that she is wearing. Like Cindy, she too has long black hair, which is probably a little shorter that her daughters, but still has the same shiny look to it.

“Hi Jamie, glad to finally meet you”, she said in a warm voice.

“Nice to meet you to Mrs. Morgan”, I replied, trying not to stare at her too long.

We all chatted a little while in the lounge, just the usual talk about general things, and then we all sat down to eat a wonderful dinner that Mrs. Morgan had prepared.

The evening was going along surprisingly well and Cindy’s parents seemed to be cool with me seeing there daughter and even suggested that I take Cindy out after we had finished our meal. An idea that I was willing to go along with.

Once we finished I thanked the Morgan’s for the nice evening and waited for Cindy while she went upstairs to get something, so we could get out of there.

“Just make sure you have her home not too late Jamie, and you two kids have fun“, Mrs. Morgan told me. She said this with a gleam in her eyes, which gave me the impression that she either knew what I wanted to do with her daughter once we were alone or it might have just been the effect of the vast amount of wine she had drunk.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Morgan, I’ll take real good care of her”.

“I’m sure you will, and please, enough with the Mrs. Morgan, you are making me feel like an old lady. You can call me Sylvia”, she replied.

“I don’t think that anyone could ever think that you’re an old lady Sylvia”, I said openly, almost forgetting where I was and whom I was talking to.

I was awoken from my slight daze when Cindy walked in the room and told me she was ready to go.

“Thanks again for the beautiful meal Sylvia”, I said as I walked out of the front door with Cindy by my side.

“Your welcome here anytime Jamie”, I heard her reply as we opened the car door.

She looked amazing standing at the front door, waiting for us to leave; waving as we passed the house, which I did the same in reply, with a wide smile on my face.

I still had a smile on my face as I turned to face Cindy and saw a unfamiliar look un her usually happy face. A slightly saddened look, which was unsettling for me because I didn’t like to see her upset.

I carried on driving for a couple more blocks until I found a quiet spot so I could pull over and find out was wrong with my girl.

Turning to her, I was about to speak when she cut me off and shouted out, “You want to fuck my mother don’t you?” I tried to look a little shocked, even though what she was saying was partially true. “I can’t believe what you are saying”, I yelled back at her.

“I saw you both flirting with each other, and what’s with you calling her Sylvia. Do you think I’m stupid or something”. Her eyes began to fill up. I couldn’t deny the fact that Sylvia and me were flirting a little but didn’t want to admit to Cindy that she was right, so I started to act really defensive.

“That’s just fucking great. I waste my entire night trying to please you by visiting your parents and in return you accuse me of trying it on with your mom. If u can’t trust me, then we might as well just finish now”, I shouted back at her.

She just sat there a little shocked and didn’t say anything, now sniffling into a tissue.

I was about to start the engine up when she placed her hand on mine and held on to it as she spoke. “I’m sorry Jamie, I do trust you, its just my mom that always seems to do embarrassing things when ever I bring someone over. I don’t know if you noticed it, but she drinks too much and she has a problem”.

Looking into her eyes, still holding her hand, I told her, “sweetie, just cause your mom has a problem, it shouldn’t affect our relationship. I think we could have something special here and I don’t want to loose you.”

She took in what I was saying and moved up closer to me to laid her lips on mine in a long sensuous embrace that I had to eventually break so I could breathe.

Half a second later our lips were together again, this time Çatalca escort bayan we were kissing more wildly, nibbling on her bottom lip, making her moan and she allowing me to probe into her mouth with my tongue. She accepted and began to suck on it, moving her mouth up and down in long slow motions, as my fingers ran through her silky hair.

Cindy placed her hands around my neck and pulled me closer to her, our mouths tightly locked together in passion that she had never shown me before.

I moved my hand from her hair and placed it gently on her left breast, rubbing my palm around in circles, feeling her perky nipples slightly harden beneath her dress.

My free hand found its way to Cindy’s long legs, resting just above her knee and tracing higher up her smooth thigh muscle to the bottom of her dress. She placed one of her hands on top of mine to stop it from going any further up her thigh, but I just added more pressure on her breast, causing her to moan into my mouth and allowing me to brush aside her hand, leaving me unrestricted access to slide my hand under her dress and finally to her panties.

She tried to pull my hand away again as my hand stroked her pussy thru the cotton panties that she was wearing, but I carried on rubbing her with my fingertips, and felt her pubic hairs escaping out from the sides of her underwear. She obviously had never ever shaved or even trimmed down their.

My arousal was growing by the second and I wanted this girl so bad. I began to pull her panties to the side so I could explore her flesh with my fingers, but she began to wriggle away from our embrace, breaking our kiss.

“No, we cant, I’m just not ready yet. I want to take things more slowly”, she said in an out of breath voice.

I just looked at her as my arousal had all but disappeared, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell her that she was a cockteaser and she was driving me crazy with lust, but I knew I would never tell her that out loud.

“I thought you were ready and it felt so right. How long do you expect me to wait?” I said in my pissed off voice.

“I can’t help it if I’m not ready yet. I’m not some cheap whore that’s just going to loose my virginity in the back of your car”, she replied.

“But I love you baby”, was my reply.

I cant believe that I just said that to her, but the words just came out. I didn’t even know if I meant them.

“If u loved me then you wouldn’t pressure me into doing something that I didn’t want”, she said as she straightened herself out and turned away from me facing the window.

What a night this was turning into. I was pissed off and feeling unfulfilled again and Cindy was pissed with me for the second time in 1 hour.

“I think we should call it a night and I’ll take you home baby”, I told her as I started up the car.

We drove to her house in silence and when we arrived outside I kissed her on the cheek (she was giving me the cold shoulder) and told her I would call her tomorrow.

I drove home listening to Toni Braxton on the radio preaching about being broken hearted which made me feel so much better about my day.

The next day came around and I was about to ring Cindy to make up with her, but thought it would be better if I just went round to her house instead.

It was about midday by the time I arrived at Cindy’s house, so her parents would be at work, leaving just Cindy and I to ourselves to talk.

I knocked on the door and waited a couple of minutes until she finally opened the door. I was just about to start my apology speech to her when I realized that it was in fact her mother standing there, wearing quite a revealing dressing gown, leaving little to the imagination.

“I’m sorry Sylvia, I thought that only Cindy would be home. I wanted to surprise her”.

“Its nice to see you again Jamie. Cindy isn’t here; I thought she was probably going round to see you actually. Why don’t you come in and wait for her “.

“Maybe I should just come back later Sylvia, I’ve probably got you out of bed”, I replied to her, looking at her barely covered body.

She saw me looking at her and smiled as she said, “No, don’t be silly, I have been up for hours, just lazing around in my night clothes. I insist you come in and let me make u a nice hot drink”.

I thought it would be rude to decline her offer, so I agreed and followed her in the house.

She took my coat and told me to go into the lounge and make my self at home while she went to fix us both a drink.

While waiting for her to come back, Escort Esenler I noticed a bottle of Vodka and a empty glass on the coffee table. She obviously had a problem, which is a shame cause she is such a lovely lady.

When she came back in she sat down beside me and asked if anything had happened between her daughter and me. I just told her that we had a little argument but it wasn’t anything serious.

“What was this argument about? And remember, I can always tell if someone is lying”, she said with a smile.

I didn’t know what to say. “It’s a little embarrassing Sylvia”.

“So it’s a sexual thing then?” she replied.

I looked down at the floor and just blurted it out, “ Cindy wont let me fuck her”. I couldn’t believe what I had just said and was waiting for Sylvia to get up and throw me out.

“Cindy has always been a silly girl. If I were her I would have jumped you on the first date”, she said as she rested her hand on my leg.

I wasn’t too sure if I heard correctly, so I sat up from my crouching position and turned my head to face Sylvia. The face staring back at me looked at lot more sexier than I had originally thought, but maybe that was because I was so sexually frustrated by this point that all members of the opposite sex were looking pretty good to me. The fact that she still had her hand on my leg and was now rubbing it made her look even more appealing to me.

I couldn’t help but notice the gleam in her eyes, probably caused by the alcohol consumption during the morning, and the way her robe had slightly opened up more, showing just a little more of cleavage.

“So how far has my daughter let you go with her”, she whispered, as she moved her hand to the top of my thigh, inches away from my balls.

It felt so nice being rubbed like this by Sylvia. “We have only kissed. She wont let me go any further”.

“You mean she hasn’t even sucked on this yet”, she said, as she placed her hand over my crotch, feeling my state of arousal.

I knew that it was wrong what we were doing, but it felt so good having this sexy, slightly drunk mature woman feeling my cock like this.

My eyes closed as I lay back on the couch, enjoying her touch as she massaged my cock through my jeans. I just stayed in that position, with my arms resting to my sides and listening to the sounds of my belt being unbuckled and my zipper being pulled down.

I felt the cool air hit my almost fully erect cock as Sylvia pulled it out from the confines of my underwear, but the coolness was replaced with heat, generated by her hands rubbing up and down the thick shaft.

I opened my eyes so I could watch her pleasuring me and was surprised to see that she had moved from beside me and was now on her knees facing my cock. I almost came right then at this amazing sight, still not believing how this could be happening to me.

“Jamie you have a gorgeous cock darling, it’s the thickest one I have ever seen”, she said, as she continually stroked it up and down, not moving her hungry eyes from it.

It was very sexy experience listening to this sexy lady complimenting me on my cock while in front of me, on her knees and now masturbating me in long slow strokes. I didn’t think that I would be able to last any longer because it had been such a long time that I was with a woman.

“Sylvia”, I began to speak when she covered my mouth with her hand and my cock with her mouth, taking as much as she greedily could without choking. It felt like my cock was swelling up inside her mouth as she guided her mouth up and down, moaning lightly in the process. She moved her hand from my face and brought it to join her other hand, which was firmly on my chest, leaving my mouth free to breathe.

My climax was quickly approaching and Sylvia sensed this because she removed her moth from my cock seconds before I ejaculated, releasing months of pent up frustration deep inside of me. She went back to jerking me off in a fast pace, tugging every last bit of cum I thought I had in me. I just looked on through my tired eyes as her pace slowed to a standstill, finally draining me totally out.

“That was nice darling. Cindy obviously doesn’t know what she is missing, but that’s her loss and my gain”, she said to me grinning, as she got up off her knees and grabbed my hand pulling me to me feet where we kissed for the first time. She opened my mouth with her wandering tongue and roughly ravaged my mouth with hers. No slow seductive build up, just wild abandoned passion being unleashed from with in.

I was wondering when I would be allowed to get my next vital breath when she pulled her lips away from mine and grabbed my hand to lead me out of the room with her.

“Lets go into the bedroom and you can show me what Cindy has really been missing”, she said has she lead me up the stairs.

To be continued…………………….

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Emily was tired of it. All of it. The appearances, the attention, the work. She just wanted to take her money and run… but they would never let her do that. Ever since starting out as a child actress at the age of 5, Emily had been working. Multiple hit TV shows, a record contract, and countless talk show appearances. She had it all! Now that she was finally 18 she was ready to leave, to stop working for Galactic Pictures, the mega conglomerate with TV channels, radio stations, movie productions, theme parks, and more, and let them churn out other stars, and let those kids do everything, while she finally got to live a normal life.

Emily’s mom had scheduled a meeting for them to go see Bill, Emily’s manager. His official title was Vice President of Talent Affairs, but Emily knew what he really was– her handler. He was the executive in charge of the program that got these girls famous. TV shows, music, endorsements, etc. If there was a way to promote the company, Bill would have Emily or one of the other starlets do it.

As Emily started to get dressed she sighed. As she had grown up, so did her body. An average height 5’6″ the blonde had been blessed with a great physique. Other girls would KILL for her body, but Emily was in constant agony over her DDD breasts. Having to appear wholesome on the kids shows, she was forced to bind down her breasts so they didn’t appear as gigantic. As she had grown larger, the women in the costuming departments became more and more frustrated trying to hide her swelling endowments. Even when she went on talk shows, Emily was forced to look innocent. It was an everyday struggle. The paparazzi had caught her leaving the gym, and Bill had sadly explained she couldn’t wear yoga pants anymore as her butt had gotten too big.

“Emily, you have to think, what kind of message do you want to be sending to young girls out in the world? I’m sorry to have to say this” He asked with remorse and sadness in his eyes. From then on Emily was forced to play her innocent act everywhere she went, for fear that someone would catch her slipping up.

She reached into her closet and pulled out the first, of multiple bras. As she hefted her teats into the cups she looked down and saw some of the flesh bulging out the top and the sides. I know I’m still getting bigger– but when would it end? She thought to herself. What if I never stop growing? Esenyurt escort Emily smushed the outside of her breasts so they protruded away, even further off her body. She ran her hands to the front and felt her nipples slip between her fingers. She pinched. Her mouth opened with a moan as her eyes rolled back in her head. She opened them and saw herself in the mirror. A girl with a tight, tanned body was staring back at her obscenely. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders, her tits jutted out almost a foot in front of her. Her thin waist thickened into wide hips and a plump ass, her tight slit was completely smooth and begging for attention. The more Emily thought about her growing body, the more aroused she became. There were nights after she showered that even the mere act of applying some body lotion caused her to become a whimpering mess on the floor of her bathroom, her fat tits covered in cream dragging across the floor as bent over on her knees and rammed herself full with anything she could find, all while screaming her orgasms into a balled up towel.

But she couldn’t let that happen now– she had to get ready. As she put on her second bra– a sports bra this time, she sighed. She pulled the medical wrap from its shelf and started to unroll the giant bandage around her torso, pulling tighter and tighter on every loop. Finally she clipped that on and turned to the mirror. She looked like she always did, a young actress with two noticeable but not uncommon bumps on her chest– C cups if she had to guess. She pulled on a pair of panties, a shirt and a flowy skirt– something that could hide her ample behind, a few pieces of jewelry and some light makeup and she was ready to go.

She got downstairs and found her Mom sitting at the kitchen table.

“Honey, you little sister isn’t feeling well and didn’t go to school today. Would you mind going to see Bill alone?”

“No problem, Mom! I’m going to ask about the options going forward, and seeing if there is a way to reduce my work. I’ll find out all the details and we can talk it out when I get home.”

“Perfect darling, call me if you need anything, I’m sorry I can’t come with you!”

“It’s ok! I’m going to get going— love you!” Emily declared as she walked out of the house into the idling car in the driveway.

“Good Morning, Stan!” She smiled as she got into Etiler escort bayan the car. Stan had been her driver for years, and was a sweet older man who had been contemplating retirement.

As the car coasted along the busy streets, Emily looked out the window and started daydreaming. She saw young women walking their dogs, jogging with friends, holding hands on a stroll with their partners. This was the casual life Emily wanted to lead. With the money she had saved from her career she could provide a great life for herself and whatever family she decided to have in the future. She would volunteer her time, work with various charities, relax, maybe start her own clothing line or boutique. Emily’s head was filled with her future endeavours when the car came to a halt.

“We’re here Miss Emily. Is there anything else you need.”

“No thanks, Stan. I’ll call you when my meeting is over. See ya later!” Emily popped out of the car and up the steps into the building. She smiled at a security guard she had greeted many times, just like this before. She waved Emily through the small gates and towards the elevators.

DING The elevator arrived in the lobby, and people flowed out. Emily got in and hit the button for floor 38. The lift shot upwards and in no time Emily was walking towards reception.

“Ah, Miss Patterson, Mr. Smith is expecting you.” The secretary smiled as she gestured towards Bill’s corner office. Emily walked down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Emily come on in! Have a seat.” Bill hugged Emily hello as they took seats, Bill in a classic leather chair and Emily seated on a couch he had in a casual area across from his desk.

“Bill, I’m going to be frank with you. I know we’ve kind of discussed it before, but I’m getting older, and I’ve been doing this for almost 15 years, and I want a break. I just want to relax and not be constantly working.”

Bill smiled through his salt and pepper beard, he folded his hands over his big belly and leaned back, “I always knew this day would come. We’ve worked together for years, and you’re like a daughter– hell at my age, a GRANDDAUGHTER to me. Whatever you think is best for you, you should do. I’ll be sorry to see you go, but if it is what you want to do then it is for the best.”

“Aww, thank you Bill you’re always so understanding.”

“I do want to Escort Eyüp warn you Emily, if you leave completely, it is going to be hard for you to break back into the industry if you ever want– or need to come back. There have been plenty of child stars that end up being forgotten about and then are hard up on cash later in life. Your mom and I have put money away for you into trusts and other investments, but you can never be sure what the future will bring.”

Emily listened and started to feel worried. She had looked through her finances and thought she would be fine, but Bill was smart and he never steered her the wrong way.

“What I can offer you, Emily, is a different set of opportunities. We have a new division opening up, it’s more mature. Instead of kids shows that film episodes all year round, it’s aim is streaming miniseries, independent films, awards, more art house kind of stuff. You’d be branching out, getting to show your acting chops, and more of your own personality. The shoots would be much less time intensive and you’d have more of your year free to do what you want. It might be the perfect fit for you. You’ve always been such a good girl that I want what’s best for you.”

“THAT WOULD BE AMAZING BILL!! I’d have more free time, and would I still be with you and your team?”

Bill’s eyes crinkled, “Sorry, kid. This isn’t working for me in the talent department anymore, this is for Galaxy Films. Still part of the same company but ran by a younger hotshot named Steve Holder. He’s been reaching out and asking if any of my clients want to move over. He’s excited to get the new division up and running to expand the brand. If we can get someone as famous as you to anchor it, Galactic Pictures, Galaxy Films and you should be rolling in the dough in no time!”

“Ok this sounds good, when can I find out more info and meet Steve?”

“Let me check” Bill smiled as he ambled over to his desk. He picked up the phone, dialed a few buttons and smiled at Emily.

“Hi Anna, it’s Bill. Is Steve around today? Emily Patterson wants to speak to him about signing on… mmmmh…. Ok…. great I’ll let her know. Thanks Anna”

“You can go down and see him right now if you want. He cleared another meeting because he’s so excited to see you.”

“That’s so exciting— that’s great news!”

“They’re on floor 11, head down and the receptionist will point you in the right direction. They know you’re coming.”

“THANK YOU SO MUCH BILL” Emily said as she hugged him. “I’m glad I’ll still be around to visit you. We should go out to dinner with my mom to celebrate sometime soon!” Emily walked out of the office and back towards the elevators.

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Putting my drink down, I gently lowered myself to my knees in front of him.

The lacy chemise rose up my back a little as I pulled aside the string of my thong, and I shifted slightly trying to get into position. He stroked both hands gently across my shoulders as I leant forwards, his hard cock inches from my face.

I reached down and picked up the bullet vibrator before touching it to my sensitive clit. The thought of the camera behind me, capturing every moment for him to wank over again and again gave me a buzz of knowing that he’d be thinking of me even when I wasn’t there.

I lowered myself a little, and the head of the toy nudged against my lips. At thirteen inches long it was the biggest toy in our collection, and went from a thick head down five bulbous lumps which increased in girth down the shaft to a thick solid base. All in all, nine inches of this huge dildo were ‘usable’ plus the solid base which was as thick as my calf.

With a smooth motion I sank slowly onto the toy, the bullet shaped head easily sliding into my wet pussy – even at the top it was thicker than his dick and it stretched my cunt in a deliciously enjoyable way. I darted my tongue out and ran it across the head of his knob, teasing around the glans before wetting my lips and taking Escort Büyükçekmece the full head into my mouth. His cock jumped as I sucked hard, and I felt some pre-cum slide out the tip onto my tongue. I leant further forwards to take more of his cock into my mouth, it was rock hard and I could feel the thumping of his blood inside, the warmth of his cock even hotter because of the coldness of my drink earlier.

I enjoy the feeling of control when I suck him – being in charge of his pleasure, knowing that all he really wants is for me to swallow him as deep as I can, to feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and being able to hear his moans when I fulfil his desire. I could feel my saliva building as I started to work his cock deeper, and I knew that my pussy juices would be doing the same. I pushed back onto the toy, the second bulb sliding into my pussy firmly. Wider than the first it filled me up and my lips gripped it tightly as I moved up and down over the first two bumps, the slickness of my pussy coating the shaft as I rode it.

I reached down and turned the vibrator up to it’s highest setting, the buzzing sensation shooting through my clit up my spine, and a slight moan escaped my full mouth. I dropped further onto the toy, Çatalca escort the third bump working it’s way into my pussy, a good six inches of the massive dildo firmly lodged in my cunt, this time a gasp as I felt the tip nudging my cervix. It always seemed to be a flexible barrier, and never seemed to be in the same place every time. The more turned on I got, the more depth I could take, and as I pushed again I felt the steady pressure forcing the toy deeper, moving my cervix up further inside me.

By now I had my lips wrapped fully around his cock halfway down the length. I matched my movements on the toy with those on his cock, sliding up and down, gradually working deeper and deeper until I had his cock touching the back of my throat and my nose nestling in his trimmed pubes. My pussy had swallowed the fourth bump without me being aware of it, seven and a half inches now impaling me, the immense girth stretching me wonderfully. He lifted my head from his cock, forcing me to sit more upright on the toy, and wildly kissed at my neck. I felt his hands reaching round to my buttocks as he gripped them firmly, his finger raking across the skin and pulling my cheeks apart.

I really started to moan as I began to work that thing into me, riding Esenler escort bayan up and down the fourth bump and enjoying the opening/closing motion of my pussy as the bulb forced its way in and out. I pushed a little deeper and suddenly found to my surprise that I could take even more, my lips were being stretched by the last and widest bump and my cervix again being forced aside as the tip drove deeper into my cunt. As I adjusted my hips a little I dropped even further and took the whole nine inches inside, my butt cheeks hitting the solid base of the toy, my lips closing slightly around the bottom of the last bump. I rocked there at that point, oblivious to the outside world as I enjoyed the stretching of my lips, the buzzing on my clit and the amazing sensation of penetration almost up to my stomach.

Just as I started to come, he grabbed my arse with both hands and lifted me up slightly, dropping me again onto the massive toy. The pleasure was unbelievable and as he lifted again I rose with him, my pussy pulsing as it opened and closed over two or three of the bumps, before slamming down again hard, the tip punching me inside and my lips bottoming out on the base again. I know now from watching the video that a trail of my pussy juice was running down the toy as the orgasm racked my body – my cunt spasming around the fat toy as waves of pleasure washed across me. Three or four more deep thrusts onto the dildo and I was spent, the orgasm subsiding as I returned to normal consciousness, discovering the full thick toy still wedged in my tight cunt and a big smile on my man’s face…..

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So we were driving home from the lake, cruising along with little traffic since we’d left before noon. Long enough road trip for both the wife and I to feel frisky. She was driving and got us started by running her hands across my furry chest, swirling a finger around my nipples.

She tells me she really loves playing with the chest full of fur I have and how sensitive my nipples are. I moaned and leaned back into seat, I’d been gazing out the window, remembering the last time we’d made this drive and the blowjob I’d gotten from her.

I saw that her amazing looking nipples were pressing into her snug t-shirt; I asked if it was too cold in the car. She said no, it was getting hot. I said I agreed and pulled my shirt off. This time she moaned and ran her free hand around my chest and belly, trying to slide it into my shorts. I started squeezing her 44 d’s and pulling the nipples out even farther.

She leaned forward and asked me to release them from her bra. That was done in quick order and my reward was her beautiful tits expose for my viewing and for anyone else who happened to be driving along side.

By this time I was hard as a rock and there was a spot of precum spotting the front of my shorts. She ran a finger thru it and licked it clean, better get that out so I can watch you jack it for me she said. When my wife has a good idea I always try to make it happen.

I pulled the shorts to one side, wriggled my cock free and let her have a good look at the slick head. Her hand ran around the head as I squeezed her tits before getting started.

She kept an eye on me and one on the nearly deserted road as I slowly, at first, pulled on my dick causing more precum to escape. Again she swabbed it off with a finger tip and smiled as she licked it clean.

I asked, and she complied with my request for some bare boobs to look at. I worked my dick with my right hand and caressed he tits with the left as we cruised along. She was wriggling in the seat and I knew we’d need to find a way Beylikdüzü escort bayan for her to have some relief, too, maybe soon after I came.

She kept wiping the head and tasting my juice or rubbing it into her hard nipples making me ready to explode in a few short minutes. She asked we to tell her when I was going to cum so she could capture some of it.

I watched her swinging tits and groaned, getting closer with every stroke. Now’s the time I told her and let go of my throbbing cocks seconds away from my orgasm. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, and milked me with a slow squeezing action.

That’s all it took my first explosion hit her on the tit and then her hand was covered in my cum. I leaned back extremely satisfied. She raised her hand to her mouth and licked up all the cum I’d left on her hand, seeing the large drop on her tit I reached my hand over to gather it up.

Telling her how amazing the finish she gave me was I tasted my own cum while she locked eyes with me.

It always makes her extra hot when I go down on her after I cum inside her slick steamy pussy and I knew she’d like me doing this as well.

We pulled into the next gas station to change seats and to see what we could do to get her off before we got home?

So we made the necessary adjustments at the gas stop, mainly a little rinse off for me to get any leftover cum off my dick and balls, didn’t want to stick to my shorts.

We pulled back out onto the two lane state highway with about an hour’s drive left. My wife had been wearing a loose pair of shorts before our stop; but soon after she dropped her panties in my lap. Telling me she didn’t need them getting in the way for the rest of our drive.

I slipped the stripped pair of bikini’s to my face for a deep pull of her musky aroma, noticing the damp spot in the crotch. I savored the taste by putting them into my mouth for a real taste. She said I must really like the flavor of her pussy if I’d Escort Beyoğlu take it second hand like that.

Well hell yes I like her taste, and I told her so. She responded by dipping a middle finger between her labia and bringing the moist finger to my lips, here’s a fresher bit she told me. I licked her finger clean and asked if she was wet inside from what we’d done minutes before. She replied that she always got wet when I jacked off for her.

Her nipples were rock hard again and I massaged one thru her shirt. She leaned her head back and moaned, and shortly after reclined the seat to a more comfortable angle. Raising her hips she slid the shorts off saying they’d just be in the way, I eagerly stole glances at her neatly trimmed bush.

She began by slowly tracing circles around her pussy lips with an occasional trip to tweak her clit, with one hand busy working the outside of her pussy she spread herself open and began thrusting first one and then two or three fingers inside. She looks so sexy while she plays with herself, it never fails to get my cock hard.

This was no exception, I told her how hot she looked and pulled my shorts aside to show her the effect she was having on me. Gradually she concentrated her actions on her clit, her eyes drifted from her hands working herself to release, to my dick that had began to weep precum again. She kept looking outside the car to see if we were being watched.

Her hands worked faster and faster obviously she wanted to cum and stopped playing. She closed her eyes and I watched as her body thrashed back and forth. She’s not a ‘squirter’ ; more like an oozer and the excess of juice in her pussy coated her hands and the seat under her ass.

After several seconds, or maybe minutes, she opened her eyes and looked lovingly at me. Her hand went to my cock and gave it a squeeze, causing a large drop of my cum to escape.

She caught it on a finger and wiped it across her lips then gave me a quick kiss. She Bomonti escort asked if I remembered any place safe enough to pull over so she could relive the pressure in my balls, again. So I started looking for a roadside park, a turn-off of any sort, or even a shady side road. While I looked she slowly jacked my cock.

Finally, after what seemed to my dick like a hundred miles, I saw what we needed. A small rest area with a group of shade trees, a picnic table and not a car in sight! I pulled in under the shade, and parked at the far end of the parking area.

No sooner had I stopped the car than my wife took over the stroking of my dick, using the precum as lube she was working me closer and closer to an explosion. She leaned over and ran her tongue around the head, even being used to her attentions this was driving me crazy.

Her tongue slipped into the slit causing me to shudder with pleasure. I let her know this wasn’t going to last long if she kept that up. She laughed as she removed her mouth for a moment and gave me a couple rapid firm strokes, getting me even closer. She knows me well enough to recognize the signs of imminent orgasm and responded by squeezing my cock at the base, stopping my cum from shooting out.

After a few seconds I could feel the pressure ease and she resumed her actions, lifting my shirt she found my nipple with her tongue and teased it in timing with her hand. She asked me if I was ready to cum next time, my reply was indistinguishable, at that point I didn’t care if we stayed there all day!

She dropped her lips back into contact with the slippery head of my dick and kept her hand around the shaft slowly jacking it as she applied exquisite pressure.

Her actions at last drove me over the edge, my cum spurted out of the end of my cock in several strong blasts. She captured the first couple in her mouth and as they eased she let them continue in the open and cover her hand in slick goo.

Her lips tasted fantastic covered in my juice. She proceeded to collect the deposits on her hand with her tongue. Smiling at me as she licked her hand clean. She finished the clean up by thoroughly wiping the shaft and head of my dick with her mouth and tongue.

Completely spent we grabbed a couple sodas from the back seat and headed off to finish the drive home.

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‘I bought you a present,’ he says and immediately I am suspicious, rattled at his presumptuousness. So I’m leaving for another city, so what? Girlfriends get farewell gifts and that’s not a title I ever want to claim for myself. I take the box from him and let him pour me a glass of wine. His reflection in the blood red liquid breaks up, becoming blistered in the bubbles like a photograph held over a flame. He watches me as I negotiate the inexpert wrapping and there is a glimmer in his eyes, a serpentine smirk sneaking onto his face that I just don’t trust.

I’m not shocked to find a vibrator nestling in the garish pink tissue paper. There’s a tedious inevitability about this: it seems so obvious, so crude. Like an unimaginative hen night gift, supposed to be met with scandalized screeching and gleeful cackles. Though I can never be accused of being uptight about my sexuality I’ve always viewed masturbation as an intimacy experienced in seclusion, a secret between my body and myself. And so I feel affronted by this presentation of something so synthetic and dispassionate. A violet coloured moulded plastic cock does not, to me, scream sensuality.

But I smile politely and thank him accordingly. I allow him to brush the hair back from my forehead — a trite gesture which has always irked me. I turn my face towards him and receive his kiss. I’m leaving in the morning and a decent fuck will guarantee a good night’s sleep.

I’ve always liked the way he fucks. He’s methodical, thorough. Some people might find the careful precision with which he executes his moves cold or lacking raw passion but it works for me. He always starts by kissing my neck, my cleavage, pinching my nipples through my clothes. He pulls me close and kisses my mouth, his tongue teasing mine as he unbuttons my shirt, unhooks my bra and exposes my breasts. I feel the fabric of his shirt against my erect nipples and I breathe in sharply, letting him know it’s time for him to move on to the next stage. He takes one nipple in his mouth, licking, sucking, grazing it with his teeth. He treats it as if it were my clit, his flickering tongue changing speed, his sensitive ear listening out for the soft mewl that evidences my pleasure. As soon as he hears his cue he slides his hand down between us, between my parting thighs, slipping it under the fabric of my knickers and easily sliding it into the well of nectar his actions have inspired from me. His finger, now wet with my juices, moves up to coat my nipples in the sticky fluid. He applies it with such care before licking it off, savouring the taste. I remember when he first told me how much the taste of me turned him on. It’s possibly the most erotic compliment I’ve ever had.

Now he’s licked me clean it’s time for me to stand in front of him and slowly remove the rest of my clothes, my gaze locked with his. I ask him the question I always ask:

‘What do you want to do to me?’

And he replies with the usual:

‘I want Escort Beylikdüzü to lick you out.’

He’s lying on the bed and I climb over him, straddling his face. I look down to see the look of lustful expectation in his eyes. He’s breathing in the smell of me and it’s making him harder. He can see my glistening, plump cunt lips and my obscenely engorged clit and I know he’s hungry for it but I always make him wait, make his body go tense with longing, make a growl of desperation rumble from his throat. And then I grab him by the hair and bury his mouth in my mound. His tongue navigates my clit with practiced ease, teasing, flicking making me grind myself onto him and moan and squeal. I exclaim like a porn star, turning the air blue with my language and when he feels me getting close, when I’m writhing on his face like a woman possessed, he slips a finger inside me and pushes me over the edge. My contracting muscles squeeze around his finger and my scream can probably be heard in the next flat. Some people may like spontaneity but I think there’s definitely something to be said for following a proven formula.

Of course he ruins it all when he fucks me. Instead of taking me with his usual force, fucking me hard as I moan beneath him, he deviates from the routine. He moves slowly, frustratingly gently and keeps eye contact the whole time. I have a horrible feeling he’s trying to make love to me. In the last few moments an animal instinct thankfully overtakes him and he drives his cock into me but he finishes before me, rolls off then pulls me into a hug. He hasn’t even noticed I didn’t come.

*

I’ve been living in Brighton for 5 weeks now and though I’d, of course, expected the pace of life to be different, I hadn’t realised the sense of freedom I’d feel being in a seaside town rather than the labyrinthine oppression of London. Though autumn is fast approaching I go to the seafront every Sunday morning to breathe in the salt, the spreading distance of the sea and fill my ears with the screeches of the spiraling seagulls.

He’s been keeping in touch which I have appreciated but as I snuggle down more comfortably into my new life I greet his emails with less enthusiasm. He can tell and my withdrawal has made his writing more whiney, desperate. My newfound peace of mind must have made me more susceptible to emotional blackmail than before because this Sunday I must tear myself away from the crashing waves, brooding skies and wheeling birds to speak with him on Skype. I’ve let my guilt at my distance manipulate me and I grudgingly leave the beach to speak to a man I don’t really care about anymore.

‘Hello.’

‘Hello.’ The first few moments of this conversation are as stilted as the stop-motion image of him the dodgy internet connection gives me. We discuss work, family, new friends and old. We skirt the real issue, both of us knowing how this conversation is likely to end. We keep reaching sticking Beyoğlu escort points where the real words try to tumble out but our ingrained English civility allows us to avoid it for now. Eventually, however, we run out of things to say and I take a deep breath, the fateful sentences stringing themselves in my mind but before I can even form a word he jumps in.

‘Do you remember that present I bought you? You know, before you left?’

My head is so full of platitudes and apologies and all the clichés of break up patter it takes me a while to work out what he’s talking about. And then I remember. I picture it, that immobile pink phallus lying benignly in its meretricious pink nest and a wave of irritation sweeps over me as I remember how affronted I felt at its presentation, at how little he knew me. And I remember that he didn’t notice that I didn’t come.

‘The vibrator? Yes, of course I remember.’ But he doesn’t notice the bile in my voice, his mind is somewhere else.

‘Go and get it for me.’

At first I’m angry at a demand he has no right to make but there’s a quiet authority in his voice that gets to me. A commanding tone always kicks my libido into gear and sets it on a track that my rational mind has few hopes of derailing it from.

I go to my new bedroom, dig through the one box still left unpacked and find the long, slender box. I check for batteries that he has thoughtfully inserted for me. Somehow I already knew he would have.

I sit myself back in front of the computer, attempting to maintain an aura of decorum but the filthy side of me has been charged by the thought of performing for him. The weight of the tawdry device in my hand is getting me wet.

‘I’ve got it,’ I state obviously.

‘Good girl,’ he says. ‘Now take off your knickers for me.’ I slide them down over the tops of my stockings, glad that the cold weather and a ladder in my only pair of tights forced me to wear them today. He watches me drop my under wear to the floor. ‘Hitch up your skirt, baby,’ I always hated him calling me that. ‘Spread your legs. I want to see that tight little cunt of yours.’ I’m amazed at the control his voice is having on my actions. He’s more than fifty miles away and manipulating me like a marionette.

I put my feet either side of the laptop screen giving him a direct view of my pixilated pussy. I don’t know if the picture will be good enough for him to see my swollen lips and tumescent clit but I know he has the perfect picture in his minds eye from all those times I made him stare into me and ache with appetence.

‘Are you wet for me, baby? Reach down and stroke yourself, tell me how it feels.’ The fingers that now apparently belong more to him than to me trail down my thighs and slip into the inevitable pool of desire. I’m wetter than I thought I would be and my sharp gasp tells him this. ‘Come on, baby, tell me how it feels.’ I really wish he’d stop calling Bomonti escort bayan me that.

‘I’m soaking,’ I tell him. ‘I didn’t think I would be.’

He laughs at that. ‘I knew you would be. You’re a filthy little bitch.’ His arrogant tone rankles me but, shamefully, turns me on even more.

‘Is this the first time you’re using the vibrator?’ I nod. ‘Well, I’m glad you saved it up for me.’ And I wonder why he makes this statement that we both know isn’t true.

‘Switch it on.’ The buzz of it is embarrassing in its volume and I suddenly feel uncharacteristically prudish. He must notice my hesitancy because he ups the assertive tone in his voice. ‘Run it over your tits, get your nipples nice and hard for me.’ How can I say no? ‘Now get them out.’ There’s a slightly awkward pause where I wrestle with the various autumnal layers and then I can feel the vibrating plastic irritating my already hard nipples. ‘That’s it. Tease them just like I used to do with my tongue, remember?’ How could I forget? I let out a mewl of pleasure and I know what should come next. Before he can tell me to my hand is moving down, between my spreading thighs to coat my fingers in my juices and apply them to my nipple. The wet finger could be his tongue as it circles and flickers. My hips are canting and I’m ready to move on to the next stage. I run the vibrator down my stomach, over the folding of my hitched skirt and it skids lightly over my clit before I plunge it inside me. It feels cold and alien but also glorious to be filled this way. I push myself onto it and fuck myself for while, hips moving, incoherent sounds escaping my lips. I’m aware that his eyes are on me, that he’s watching my face for the paroxysms of pleasure that distort it. I move the vibrator up to my clit and the sensation makes me scream softly. It’s such an intense feeling for a second I wonder if I can take it and then I realise I’m grinding against it, my body greedy for it. I slide my index finger inside myself and kick up the speed a notch. The pleasure increases with the tempo and I’m soon writhing and moaning, impaled on my own finger. Through the haze I’m still aware of him watching me but he isn’t making a sound, I don’t even think he’s touching himself. It’s like he’s storing this up for later, for the time when he is no longer able to see me like this. But I prefer him silent, a calm observer of my wild passion. I turn the vibrator up one more time and this is it, my orgasm engulfs me. My cunt contracts so tightly it’s hard to force my finger inside me and it’s painful in its crushing intensity. I scream his name but it’s bittersweet on my tongue.

I turn off the vibrator, hard silence descends into which I pant feverishly, trying to catch my breath.

‘Are you OK?’ he asks.

‘Yes,’ I say, ‘that was amazing.’

‘Thank you for doing it for me.’

*

We don’t discuss our relationship that day but I send him an email a few days later which I know he knows is coming. In a few weeks I start seeing someone else, less casually this time which is a novel experience for me and around the same time I find at that he is too, a nice girl that I used to work with. I haven’t used the vibrator since that day but, for some reason, I haven’t yet got around to throwing it away.

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