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Kristi needed frequent pep talks. These took place in the parking lot at the end of the day’s work, around 5:30 pm or thereabouts. I know it’s considered chancy to date (much less fuck) someone under the same employ, but we’d decided to throw caution to the wind. Maybe we’d make it work somehow. She was a little clingy, sure, but nothing too exhausting.

Sitting on the trunk of her car, she’d scoot her sexy ass on top of it, leaning back against the back windshield, listening to me talk. I’d place my face close to hers, dispensing advice. The traffic coming home was too congested to really want to queue up in line without giving it some time to die down first. This was a good system. It worked for her, it worked for me, and it worked for us.

I always said some variation of the same thing. “You can do this, honey. You are stronger than you think you are.” And she was, but I had to make her believe that for herself, not just for me. When we sat next to each other during office meetings, she squeezed both of her legs around one of mine in a kind of vice-grip.

I wasn’t used to being wanted and needed this much, but it was flattering. I never felt that she was smothering me. She did at times resemble a scared bunny, scampering back and forth from extremes—confidence on one hand and complete terror on others. That’s why she needed so much guidance, and I was good at guidance. My father was a psychologist and he’d taught me a few tricks here and there.

Kristi had flaming natural red hair and often joked about being on Team Red. One of her friends, Amanda, also was a ginger and I’d go with the two of them to hang out with mutual friends on many weekend evenings. They were never elaborate affairs. At most, they consisted of ten people throwing a frisbee around in a rural part of town as a bonfire burned in the background.

Everyone brought their beer of choice, enough to get a nice buzz on, but no one drank to excess. It wasn’t the most stimulating pastime, but Kristi came along with it, so I tried to be a good sport and not complain too much. The others there were polite, but I longed for deep, meaningful conversation and got a lot of surface trivialities instead. Small talk is fine in its place, but it’s not enough to sustain me.

I never felt quite a part of these gatherings. These were not really my sort of people. Beylikdüzü escort Oh, they were nice enough, and accommodating, but as I said, conversation was a touch strained. I mostly sat silent as they talked amongst themselves. One man in his forties always brought along his teen daughter, who was quite content to keep to herself occupied and fill out crossword puzzles while everyone else was acting silly.

Kristi was an introvert like me, but she and Amanda would keep up a shy patter, mostly commenting upon what was happening in front of them. We’d keep the action going until a few people gracefully bowed out. Around 10 or 11 on Friday nights we’d head out. And among Kristi and it was understood that we would quickly gravitate to bed.

She was the first woman I’d ever met who could squirt. She told me that someone at an orgy a year or so before had taught her how to do it. Very quickly I took it as a personal challenge to see if I could pull off the gesture myself. I don’t like admitting I can’t do something, but I could never trigger it myself.

Only she knew how. I understood enough to know that it required G-spot stimulation, but that every woman was different. Some could do it on their own. Some could not. Some could only do it with partners involved, but only those that they fully trusted.

Our clothes smelled smokey from the burning wood as we cast them off of our bodies. Kristi was tiny, barely five feet tall and very petite. After lying down rubber sheets on top of our mattress to aid in the cleanup effort, she opened a drawer in the bureau and located her favorite vibrator.

It was oblong and silver, battery operated. It always reminded me of the silly joke about what BOB stood for (battery operated boyfriend). To increase or decrease the degree of vibration, one held a black plastic wheel and clicked it back and forth between thumb and forefinger.

She started out by licking her fingers to lubricate her clit, then began generously rubbing herself up and down. Quickly fingers entered her cunt, pushing in and out, after which she applied the now humming vibrator to her engorged clit. Kristi came easily. Some women are a challenge to get off. She was not. Decidedly not.

It was never a question of whether she could orgasm, but how many she could manage before Beyoğlu escort bayan her strength gave out. We could have fucked that night, but I’d run around chasing that stupid frisbee at least part of the night, and in any case, I enjoyed watching her get herself off. She took extended gulps of air as she felt herself building to climax. And periodically she would increase the clit vibration as her fingers rolled around and around the G-spot. Then she inserted fully the vibrator into her.

It was actually a lot of fun to see her enjoy herself that much, and I admired the skill involved. Clearly, this was a learned behavior that had required some degree of self-teaching.

Her vibrator’s name was Iris. I found that a little corny, but far be it for me to judge. And, familiar with the process finally, I knew what to expect next. She never made a sound but looked, prior to lift-off, like she was having a seizure. Perfectly clear fluid shot out of her vagina, making a wet dripping noise like heavy rain hitting a tarp. Hence the reason for the rubber sheets. A squirt this copious would have soaked regular cotton material.

This was orgasm one of many to come. I neglected to tell you that she owned far more than Iris. She owned a whole collection which she kept hidden inside the mid-century modern, sliding headboard of the bed. It resembled a hidden compartment. She had at least four dildos, some of which also vibrated, and some which did not. I forgot the name of the one she selected next, except that it was glass and oddly shaped, looking a little bit like a hash pipe except with no bowl to fill. This she inserted next, twisting it around and around her pussy.

“Oh, God.” She whispered, taking in another deep breath, in and then sharply out. Her red pubes were now soaked and dripping. As her eyes grew glassy, I knew her second orgasm wasn’t that far away. Her legs spread apart abruptly, followed by another round of what I had initially confused, years earlier, as pee. This one had been especially hard, so she took some time to recover, reaching her head up to kiss me passionately on the lips.

“I love cumming for you, baby.”

“I love it when you cum for me.” I smoothed her right cheek with the back of my hand. This was why I didn’t mind the constant pep talks, the reassurances that Escort Bomonti everything was really going to be fine between us. I enjoyed being desired and had never been around anyone quite this kinky before. You’d never know it looking at her. No piercings. No tattoos. No body modifications. She looked like the girl next door.

We had one final kinky ritual that we performed after sex. We exchanged underwear. I slid on her surprisingly dry silk panties and she donned my grey cotton boxers. We’d sleep in them and then wear them the whole of the next day.

Saturdays in the fall and early winter were reserved for football games, but we’d sneak in a quickie during halftime. Of all my partners, I had a special affinity for Kristi. We loved each other very much, enough that we were willing to overlook a variety of shortcomings. I encouraged her to move out of her parents’ house into her own place. I kept her enrolled in nursing school when she wanted to drop out. I’d answer late night phone calls where she was sobbing over some slight and take no offense whatsoever. Isn’t that what love is supposed to be?

We were just too young. That was our post-mortem. As I took stock of what we had going on between us, once it was over, I realized that she’d been a good college girlfriend. That and nothing else. We had never seriously considered marriage or any sort of long-term commitment. Our friends were very different, and as I contemplated the matter further, I wondered if, at long last, being a motivational speaker for life would have eventually ground me down to nubs.

Still, I’m glad for what we had. I suppose what was the saddest thing about the entire thing was that we were typecast as the model couple. People thought it was going to be Kristi and me forever, and it broke a lot of vicarious hearts when we split. But, knowing us, we were convinced we were going to go out on a high note.

She wanted to masturbate for me, one final time. She selected a dildo this time, one designed to simulate an actual man’s penis. It produced amazing results but had to be treated with kid gloves because it was fragile. She called out my name with each stroke, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She graced me with three hearty, lusty orgasms before a goodbye kiss and hug, whereupon we turned away from each other and walked out of each other’s lives. There would be other partners. We would grow older. I would leave college upon graduation, settle elsewhere, and take a very different path than I had ever thought. She would marry five years later, to one of those infamous frisbee chasers. Now they have three kids and I have remained childless by choice.

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This might be a work of fiction. It might not. Either way, don’ t try this at home (or on the road)! The subject is most definitely over eighteen.

*

I had been in a state of intense arousal for days. It happened sometimes, especially when it had been so long since relief. My pussy was aching and swollen so bad it hurt to sit straight, knowing I wanted to rock my ass in that chair while reading his scenarios made it so much worse. It could have been the new moon, or it could have been the racy conversations with my textual lover. Not many subjects were off limits, and today was no different. After mentioning some different scenarios with one another for our literary projects, the heat within my body needed serious release.

There were so many yummy ideas running through my head for a great story, but the only thing I could think of was relief. And, since the menu at home wasn’t appetizing, I had to work in some self-service. My soon-to-be-ex-husband’s idea of romance was, “Can I dump in your cum bucket tonight?” Classy right? Between his earthy charm and constant philandering there was no way that dick of his was coming anywhere near me. Even again.

Challenging notions of where to do it filtered Başakşehir escort through guarded thoughts. I still had to live in the same house as him and my sleeping spot on the couch did not offer much privacy (no way was I ever going back into the bedroom alone with him after what he tried). The bathroom? Maybe but that was a place of constant business and the only time I had it really to myself was in the mornings. The closet? Too risky with my kids running around all the time.

Ah, the car! Perfect! Tinted windows and long country road were just what I needed to pull of that endeavor! And I had a long commute.

Work ended and driving onto the main road home, the setup was ideal. One lane, no other cars around; just the right amount of privacy but still a little bit of risk to keep it spicy.

Let’s do this. Thoughts of my worthless husband left my mind and I pictured my text lover in the car with me. We giggled like nervous teens, then he leaned forward. I turned up the music and touched my breast. It felt so much more swollen than before. I gripped the steering wheel as currents of passion ran down my breast, through my stomach and into that place, deep inside. Bayrampaşa escort bayan

I thought about his hands touching my body, kissing that nipple, making me moan and boy, did I moan! Here in my car there was no one I had to hide my self-pleasure from; no one to keep quiet so as not to traumatize them for life, no one to keep quiet from because he can’t get the job done and it hurts his pride that I can do it soooo much better.

I could feel those panties getting wet. Why did I wear such thin ones today? Oh yes-this was why.

My right hand started to grip the shifter tight with each pinch and light tug, mimicking the flicking tongue and slight teeth grazing I was desperate for. That hand started to move up and down that shifter, as if I held his member, massaging with one finger at the tip, pretending that button was the snake’s mouth, dipping the finger in just the tip, lightly.

Paying attention to the road was second nature. My first nature at that moment was to cum, I needed it so bad! Turning the music up so I could feel the vibration, my hand went down under my skirt, moving the panties to the side and exposing my swollen clit. I tapped lightly Escort Beşiktaş and then started to move my finger over my clit, wishing it was his mouth there, twisting each slide of my fingertip over the very slippery surface.

I started opening my legs just a little more, keeping my speed on the road stable while my other hand was gripping the steering wheel almost too tight. The other fingers slid so nicely inside, warm and soaking wet. Pretending they were his fingers, I put them in slowly as if his dick were testing the waters first.

I looked ahead, truck passed me, could he see what I was doing? It only made me more aroused. Sweat beaded my top lip as I plunged my fingers deeper, moving up in the seat holding the steering wheel for leverage, imagining his hands on my ass, fingers reaching my crack, and my pussy gliding down his dick. I licked my lips, about to explode. I moved faster, fucking those fingers like I wanted to fuck him. Shuddering inside as I was about to come, touching myself to the sensual music, slowing down as the waves took over, causing me to swerve slightly, adrenaline making my senses so much more alive. I cried out as the last wave took over, spreading from my core, through my extremities and out of my fingers. My last thoughts in the throes of self-passion were how much I wished he could feel what I just felt, and did he think about me when he needed relief?

The rest of the drive was peaceful. Uneventful. Pulling into the driveway to home, I looked in the mirror and smiled at my little secret.

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Friday

Jack looked through the mountain of work on his desk, wondering how much of it would wait until next week now. “Thank goodness it’s Friday,” he said to himself.

Then he heard her.

He could always hear her before seeing her. Those heels clicking along the floor towards his office. It was a confident, sexy walk – almost a strut along the corridor. She knocked on his door and waited.

“Come in,” he shouted.

Anna entered the room. She was average height with a figure that made women jealous. Hard work in the gym enabled her to turn heads wherever she went. She had dark hair – always tied up so her neck was on show. She had a pretty face with big brown eyes that were always looking, mischievous even if you cared to look for long enough.

Jack did.

He always watched Anna. In team briefings, in the canteen and whenever they passed each other in the corridors. He always thought: she knows I’m watching.

Her face was just so beautiful and so was her figure. She worked hard at the gym. She had slim toned arms and her waist curved round for her most perfect, pert arse. She always wore just the right clothes to compliment her arse. Her tight trousers clung onto each cheek in order for the material to creep up to each of her arse cheeks, creating a peachy, pert shape.

Her breasts always looked pert too. They weren’t huge just a perfect size in Jack’s opinion. After scarce glances down her shirt and seeing her in tight fitting jumpers, he reckoned they were around a 34C.

“Jack, here is the Tindall report you requested,” Anna’s tone was as tired as he felt but it was friendly still.

“Thanks. Did you manage to find everything for it?” Jack remained seated and asked whilst staring a little too long into those beautifully sexy eyes.

“Yeah, it took a little longer but I finally managed to get the things together,” She looked down at the mountain of paperwork on his desk and Jack managed to look down at her breasts imagining what they look like in the bra she was wearing. He looked up just as quick.

“You thinking about sleeping over in order to complete all that?!” She sniggered.

Jack joined in the little joke with a small laugh, “no, I’d be too lonely here. I’m dashing off in a minute. I’ve got friends visiting for the weekend and I need to get some food in”. Those mischievous eyes, flashing again at the ‘lonely’ comment.

Jack yearned to know what she was saying inside.

“Sounds nice.”

“Have you got anything nice planned for the weekend? Partying? Dancing? Gym?!” he asked.

“Just the gym, a nice long, hot shower afterwards and an early night. I’m a good girl. I don’t party all the time!” she laughed at that whilst flicking a strand of hair from her eye.

“Well, I’m jealous,” Jack looked longingly at her.

“What? Of my gym?” she looked back at him and questioned.

“No, of your shower!” he replied. As soon as he said it, he blushed realising how it had come out.

“Why Jack? Fancy watching me?” she cheekily questioned: her smile lighting that spark in her eyes as they widened.

Jack was surprised with that question. ‘Fuck yeah’ he thought privately. His eyes glanced down her gorgeous body for just a fraction of a second. It was long enough for her to see him check her out.

“You bet I would,” Jack said with a smiling confidence, “but I’ve got friends down. Although I could sneak out. What time does that show start?!” he laughed out loud to ensure it came across as a (half) joke. He was relieved to see she joined in the laughing.

“Well, it’s not much of a show,” she replied, “but I’ll let you know when it starts next time! I’ll see you next week. Have a good weekend Jack.”

Anna turned slowly and spoke to him whilst turning, “I hope your friends have a good time.” she then stepped out towards the door and moved into the corridor.

He watched her fine arse in that pencil skirt move out the door. He heard her move away from his office and down the corridor. Jack looked down at his tight trousers. His erection was obvious from this close distance and he hoped she hadn’t noticed from where she had stood.

He adjusted it into a more comfortable position facing upwards and he gave the head a short stroke over his trousers. He would masturbate later over her again. Whispering her name as he would cum. He would stroke his cock to build up the speed and then he would slow down to almost a stop as he would start cumming.

He longed to see her with less clothes on. He ached to see her naked.

He then saw his desk and glanced at the clock on it. He was going to be late. This work could wait until next week now. He stood up and adjusted his erection again. He pulled his jacket on and hurried out of the office.

Monday

The rain was lashing down and Jack stared out of the window in the canteen. “It always seems to be raining at the moment,” Jack said to himself. Başakşehir escort bayan The coffee was much needed. With another two hours before he could get home, this last caffeine boost would take him over the finish line. He was thinking about whether his umbrella was in the car. It was.

Then he heard her.

Anna strode in. “Hey Jack, weather’s awful isn’t it?” she was wearing a shorter skirt today. It was above the knee but she had on dark nylon tights (maybe suspenders – Jack wished) with bright red high heels. Her hair was in a pony tail, pulled back and her shirt was a tight fitted cream colour and she had the top two buttons undone.

“Supposed to be raining until tomorrow now,” Jack replied.

“I hope it stops because I haven’t got my coat today or my bloody umbrella!” she joined him at the window and looked out at the rain.

“Well if it’s still raining later Anna, I could drop you home rather than wait in the rain for the bus,” Jack offered.

“Oh Jack, that’s really kind. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“No, it’s fine. Couldn’t have you wearing that shirt out in public whilst wet now, could we?” Jack laughed.

She laughed with him, “no, I suppose not. Just the private show for you then?” Anna reached out to touch his arm.

“Of course!” he joked, “See you later then.”

Jack turned to watch her leave. That arse! Her legs were so sexy in heels too. Jack looked back at the rain and smiled. “Thank goodness it’s raining,” he said to himself.

Jack turned in his chair because he heard her again. It was just after five. He had packed up and felt better because his desk was looking clearer today.

“You ready Jack?” she leant against the door frame, half her body in the room and half out in the corridor.

“Yes, my coat is on the door if you want it.”

“Thanks,” she answered. She pulled the coat off the hook and tucked it under her arm. They left and walked down the corridor towards the door.

“You’ll have to direct me,” Jack said as they walked.

“Oh I will,” she replied in that cheeky tone they used around each other.

They stepped out into the rain and rushed towards the other end of the car park. Anna pulled the coat above her head like an umbrella. They both rushed to the car laughing as the splashed through the rain. Jack pressed the fob on his car keys and Anna ran round to the passenger door and flung herself inside.

Jack jumped in and looked across at her. Her shirt had got wet and he could see she was wearing a white bra. The top of her shoulders had somehow got wet. Her eyes flashed as she looked him up and down.

Jack started the car and the two of them put their seat belts on. The belt went across the centre of her chest and accentuated her breasts. Jack tried not to look. Being in the car with her and knowing she was wet, Jack could feel his erection stirring again.

Anna directed him to her home and, as they were pulling into her street, she asked whether he would like to come in for a coffee and a dry off, “I just feel so guilty because your soaked,” she said, “you could shower too, if you wanted.”

Jack pulled onto her drive and turned off the engine, “thanks Anna, that’d be great. No peeking though.”

She looked at him and pouted, “but I thought you wanted to see that show…aw, that’s a shame. Come on, let’s go.” Suddenly, she jumped out of the car, forgetting his coat. She ran through the rain to her front door and fumbled with her keys. She was getting soaked in the rain. Jack jumped out of the car and locked the doors with the keyless fob.

By the time he had made it round to the door, Anna had opened it and was waiting in the kitchen for him

“Anna, this weather is awful” Jack shouted as he closed the door and moved into the kitchen.

He stopped.

He looked at the vision in front of him. Anna was leaning against the kitchen worktop facing him. She was looking directly into his eyes. There was a mischievous atmosphere in the room. She was soaked and her shirt was totally see-through. Jack could see the material gripping her skin. He stared at her bra. The detail was clearly visible. He could clearly make out the lines of her body.

“Jack!” she shouted.

“Sorry Anna,” he replied sheepishly. She was looking at him. He was aware he must have looked the same. His white shirt was also see-through, “I shouldn’t have been staring, I’m so sorry.”

Anna giggled. “It’s ok. Look, I’m going up for a shower. If you want to come and watch, then you need to come with me now,” Anna walked out of the kitchen staring into Jack’s eyes.

Jack stood alone in the kitchen. He was wet. His erection was pulsing against his wet trousers. He looked up at the stairs he had just watched Anna climb and made a decision. He moved through the kitchen and started the stairs.

When Jack moved to the top of the stairs, Escort Bayrampaşa he could hear the shower running and made his way to the room. He saw Anna’s bedroom and she was in the shower which was opposite her bed.

The en-suite door was open.

He looked through and Anna was standing under the shower with her eyes closed as gloriously naked as could be. The water was running down her body. Her breasts stood up, alert and her nipples were poking out, erect. His eyes moved down her body and he could see she was shaved except for a thin pubic line.

“How’s the show?” she looked directly at him through the glass door.

“It’s unbelievable!” Jack murmured.

“Well, it’s not fair only one of us is naked. Take off those wet clothes…all of them,” she smiled in a sultry way.

Jack didn’t hesitate. He started undressing whilst keeping his eyes on the naked frame of the goddess in front of him. Anna’s eyes stared at his naked body as the last of his clothes came off.

“Someone’s REALLY enjoying the show,” Anna said whilst staring at Jack’s full erection. His cock was rock hard pointing directly at her.

“Sorry Anna. But what do you expect? You’re so sexy,” Jack mumbled.

She giggled. “Do you like watching me Jack? What do you like Jack?” she asked in a sultry way.

“I love your body Anna…your arse…your breasts.”

As he said each part of her toned, tanned body, she turned towards him and thrust parts of her body at the glass, whilst looking directly at him. Anna turned towards the shower and switched it off. She then slowly slid the glass door open for Jack to see her body completely unobstructed. She grabbed her towel and started to dry herself, whilst looking directly into Jack’s eyes.

No words were spoken.

Then, breaking the tension and silence, Anna spoke in a calm, sexy voice, “sit down in the floor by the bed Jack. Sit looking this way with your back against the bed.”

Jack did as was instructed. He was desperate to touch his cock. It was as hard as steel now, pulsating with his every movement. He looked up at Anna as she moved out of the en-suite into the bedroom where Jack sat. She looked down at his cock, “Jack, that cock looks very hard and looks in need of some attention. Is that right Jack? Do you want to touch it?”

Breathlessly, Jack whispered, “yes please.”

Anna began to dry her back whilst facing Jack in her full nude state, “circle the head of your cock with your finger Jack, lightly” Anna instructed. She did the circular action with her finger.

Jack immediately obliged. He gently circled the head of his cock with his finger. It instantly pulsed from his touch. He was desperate to grab his cock.

He looked up at Anna’s breasts whilst circling his cock and it reacted to his touch. She moved away from him and said, “stop now Jack.” She never looked back to check. She knew that he would.

Anna moved over to a draw and pulled out a skimpy g-string. She moved back over to Jack and rested one foot on the foot of the bed next to his head. He could see all along the outside of her thigh now. He was desperate to see her pussy close up. Anna watched him look at her leg and knew what he wanted.

“Grab your cock Jack and stroke it until I say stop.”

Jack watched her pull the delicate material over the leg nearest to him. He grabbed his hard cock and started to stroke down and then back up. Anna watched, fascinated at how big Jack’s cock had grown. The head was pulsing and Anna could see the start of some pre-cum forming.

She moved her leg and turned around so Jack now was looking at her arse. During the turn, she had slid the g-string up her other leg and now pulled it up. She bent over just enough for him to see the outside of her pussy lips and she smiled back at him saying, “stop Jack. Stop stroking.”

Jack stopped.

His cock was aching, he hadn’t stroked too fast because he knew he would cum. He could feel the ache down to his balls. He was desperate to touch it again.

“Looks like you’re having all the fun Jack. I may join you,” she turned around to show her g-string. It was black with an almost sheer front. Jack could just make out the line of smartly trimmed pubic hair above her pussy.

She moved towards his head and slowly pushed a hand down the front of her g-string. Jack watched in awe as he saw – close up – her knuckles push against the soft material and down to her pussy. She started to move her fingers, “oh, that’s nice. Oh. Jack. Look at me Jack.”

Jack could barely tear his eyes from Anna’s hand stroking her pussy. He did in the end. She looked into his eyes. Jack saw that she was enjoying touching herself, she was biting her lip and her eyes were struggling to stay open.

“Jack do you want to watch me cum?” Jack nodded and grabbed his cock, desperate to join Anna.

“No touching yet Jack. Mmm. Fuck, I’m Beşiktaş escort so wet.”

Jack instantly stopped, not wanting to break the spell. He could see her hand moving in long strokes at the moment.

“Oh god Jack. Mmm, fuck this feels so good. Do you want to see my pussy Jack? Mmm. Do you want to watch me put a finger inside? Hold your cock Jack and join me with long, slow strokes.”

Jack instantly grabbed his cock. Anna continued, “fuck Jack, watching you grip it makes me so fucking horny. Long strokes Jack, like this: all the way down and stop. Now all the way back up and stop. Keep that speed.”

Jack obliged. He could see she was beginning to speed up. He was aching to move his hand faster.

“Ohh, Jack. I have to put a finger inside. I need it inside.” He saw her hand move position in her g-string, “Just one finger to start, I’m so wet it should easily…ohh fuck me…that’s so good.” Her hips started to move back and forwards as she started to slide the finger inside deeper. Jack was still stroking very slowly and the view of Anna’s hips rubbing alongside her finger was bringing him really close to coming.

“I’m going to cum,” Jack managed to mumble.

“Stop Jack, stop stroking!” Anna demanded. He did, instantly, “good Jack. I want to show you properly. I want you to watch me slide it inside for real now,” she stepped back and slid her g-string down her legs and flicked it off. She assumed the same position.

Jack stared at her open pussy lips. They were glistening wet. Anna used her left hand to slowly stroke her clit again and then she used her right hand to slide a finger deep inside.

Jack was so close to her pussy. He thought if he stuck his tongue out now he would be able to lick it.

“Ohh, Jack. Do you want to taste me Jack? Look at how close you are,” Anna leaned her pussy even closer to Jack’s mouth, “ohh god that’s so sexy,” Anna whispered. “Fucking hell Jack I’m so close. Ohh my god! Mmm.”

Jack could see she was close. Her pussy was so close to his face, he could see it starting to shake. He could feel the pre-cum starting dribble down his cock now. He wondered if he could cum without being touched. “Jack. Stand up”. Anna had suddenly stopped and was now just standing up. Jack stood instantly, hoping to be touched by her. But she sat down where he had been.

“Now, stand next to my face,” Anna sat back against the bed and looked up at Jack. He stared down into those big brown eyes. She opened her mouth to speak. His cock was extremely close to her mouth.

“What Jack? Want to place it inside my mouth? Do you want me to suck it? I can see the pre-cum Jack. I know exactly how close you are to cumming.” she placed her hand back down to her pussy and started to rub her clit. Faster and faster this time. She started to move her hips again. She was grinding her pussy into her hand, “start stroking Jack. I want to see close up how you stroke that fine cock of yours”.

Jack was desperate to stroke his cock and instantly started stroking. He moved his hand up and down his shaft slowly and steadily. He inched his cock nearer to her mouth. She sensed it there whilst looking up at him. They never broke eye contact.

“Jack, look how close you are to my mouth…ohh god. I’ll open my mouth and I want you to slide the head of that…hmmmm…cock in…mmmm fuck me…I’m not sucking but you can imagine me sucking.”

Anna opened her mouth and looked directly into Jack’s eyes. He stopped stroking as she opened her mouth wide. He moved it inside. Anna never closed her mouth around his head or sucked or even licked. He placed it into her mouth and he could feel her breath on his cock. He was trying hard to not touch her mouth, he never wanted to break this magical spell she was casting. He pulled his foreskin back and it edged over the head of his cock he then let it stroke all the way back up.

She kept looking at him and frantically stroked her pussy. She was murmuring but not closing her mouth. Jack saw her eyes start to move up and he knew she was close. He moved his cock out of her mouth and gripped his shaft tighter.

She kept looking up at him, “ohhh Jack, I’m going to cum so hard. I want to see you cum…mmm…oh fuck…cum over me Jack. Cum with me…nnnnggg!” her breathing became really short and shallow and he knew she was there.

He gripped his cock tighter and slowed down his strokes. He felt his balls tighten up and he knew he was going to cum. He looked down at her and she mouthed silently ‘cum on me!’

“Nnnnng! Jack, oh yeah, fuck me, yes, YES! Ohhh…” Jack started cumming over her face, it dripped down her chin, over her beautiful mouth and down onto her perfect breasts. He felt like he was cumming for minutes. The pleasure was incredible for him.

“Oh fuck Jack. I’ve never cum that hard. I’m soaked down here. That’s a lot of cum. It’s all on my breasts,” she started to rub it into her nipples and around her breasts whilst not looking away from him.

He noticed she still hadn’t moved her hand away from her pussy and he could catch the faint movement of her finger down there still. Jack couldn’t even speak. His orgasm was still pulsing through his head.

“I need more Jack. Do you?” Anna asked.

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It’s just so damn hot today, and the a/c’s broke. I took my evening run, and it’s been hot and humid all day. After showering, I didn’t even bother with clothes and air dried. Now I’m laying in bed, listening to the pink noise off the street outside, with a fine layer of sweat on me, the heat throbbing in my neck, and I begin to wipe the sweat from my brow, and the back of my hand follows down my neck. Before I know it, my hands have wandered lower following the curve of my neck, tracing my nipples, which harden out of reflex, and giving the left one a slight pinch, causing me to turn my head towards the source of pleasure. I caress my firm pecs, my fingers make their way down the soft line that separates my abs, and my thumb lightly circles my navel. Then it’s down the upper thighs that frame my slowly warming, growing manhood.

But not to touch. Not this soon.

Instead, it’s down the front of those smooth, toned thighs I’ve been spending so much time working on. I lift one up to admire the shape before I part them both, lewdly, my legs forming a diamond by bringing the soles of my feet together. And then the fingers discover that oh-so-sensitive inner thigh. By lightly stroking the inside of the thighs with just the tips Escort Başakşehir of my fingers, just like a guitar, I find my thickening cock responding, craning, the dark plum of the head lolling, like a snake to a snake charmer, the clear venom of desire already wetly beading at the very top. And I continue to play, stroking my thighs, slowly running my hands over my chest and belly, my face, but never touching the very center of my being, to the rhythm of increasingly shallow breaths and sibilant moans. I am both the instrument of my desire and my private audience.

My fingers now curl around my hot, soft, satiny sac and my erection lurches in relief, as if to say, finally.

But it still is not time yet.

I tug and roll each ball between thumb and index finger, grinding my thumb against the turgid base as I pull my ball sac gently down, and the head, which now curves into my belly button, leaves a clear, wet trail on my abs as I do so. I take a finger, wipe a bead of this lust-stuff from the tip of my cock and lick it.

It’s so good. So sweet.

So wet and so close now.

But I can’t play this last movement alone. I need accompaniment.

I get up and reach for some Bayrampaşa escort help, seven inches long, curving gently towards the end, and from a slim, dark bottle by my bed, I lubricate it with unctuous oil, the same oil I use to anoint the place I’m going to need this help. And then I kneel in front of the mirrored closet doors by my bed, admiring my fit, toned body as I positioning my dildo right at my smooth opening, and slowly, I open myself to it’s girth, easing it in, feeling it slowly filling me up, until the tip nudges that place where I can begin the denouement. In response, my dick throbs and jerks with each inch in me, bouncing off my abs. I lick my lips for the young sexy thing in the mirror looking back at me.

Still on my knees, with one hand I begin to fuck the dildo in and out of me, each time, rubbing up against that golden place in my ass, and my throbbing cock, twitching, swells with each stroke against my prostate, becoming even harder, as the darkening head begins to weep glistening, thick tears which roll down the shaft, in time with my boy-hole tightening around the slick, wet dildo.

I set myself against the floor so that I’m still kneeling but riding my toy, so deep Beşiktaş escort bayan inside me, leaving my other hand free to caress my pecs. With half-closed eyes, lost in desire, I watch my hands make love to myself in the mirror as I thrust my hardness into the air and ride that cock. I stroke my abs. My balls. My thighs. But I don’t go near the shaft of my twitching, throbbing cock.

And now, at last, I think it’s time.

Blood singing in my head, head rolling with ecstasy, I can barely keep my eyes focused on myself as I wrap my left hand roughly around the head, spreading my own boy-juices down the shaft as I do so, and a delicious glory rising up from my asshole, my heavy balls, up into my chest and into my head, and it comes out of my mouth with a loud groan. This silicone cock fills me up so well, and the wet, wicked noises coming from my ass and slick cock are so loud now, that I can almost not hear the ringing in my head, or my own gasps and rising groans, or feel my spasming, tremoring, sweat-wet body reacting to all this pleasure.

And now it’s here, the climax, my hole tightens hard against the thick dick hitting my g-spot with every stroke, both my hands tighten around my hard, hot, creamy dick, I throw my head back one last time, eyes shut tightly, mouth caught open in a silent scream, my orgasm takes me, so powerful, I’m showering myself with my own cum, a few hot spurts landing by the corner of my mouth which I eagerly lick away.

Sometimes, there’s just nothing quite like time spent playing with yourself.

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Emily finally seduces Ava, her roommate, by way of a sensual massage. Their liaison is interrupted by a telephone call.

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Shit. The sound reverberated through the room, my heart thumping loudly with every ring. I locked eyes with Ava, silently willing her to give me a sign; was this call more important than the skin I felt under my fingertips?

She sat up, gently pushing me back. I tried to catch her eye, but she looked away, and her face gave me no clue as to what she felt right then. Reluctantly, I got up off of the bed, and headed towards the telephone, as if in slow motion. I held the receiver to my ears, unable to utter a word.

“…Emily? Hello? Emily, is that you?”

“Uh, y-yeah. Hey Pete.” I finally managed to spit out.

“So, uh, sorry it’s so late, I got held up at work. Still okay if I come over?”

I breathed deeply, trying to regain my composure.

“Yeah, sure!” I finally chirped. “I’m gonna have a quick shower and I’ll see you later.”

“Alright, see you.” He replied and hung up, and there was an uneasy atmosphere in the room. I gazed at Ava, that perfect little hardbody, but she avoided my stare.

“Uh, I’m going to go shower before Pete comes over.” I picked up my shirt, and left Ava’s room without a word. Oh, Pete’s my boyfriend by the way. We’ve been together for about two years now, and spend almost every other night at each other’s place; I hadn’t wanted us to move in together just yet.

I could still smell the mandarin massage oil on my hands as I undressed in the bathroom, and before I knew it my hands were lightly rubbing my breasts through my bra. My bra joined my shorts and shirt on the floor; I was standing in the bathroom in only some Escort Bahçelievler low-rise knickers – colourful with ruffled edges.

Shit, Pete was going to be here soon. Stop thinking of the way you fucked your roommate, Em, and go fucking shower.

The water felt good, beating down on my skin. My dark brown hair was plastered to my face; I smoothed it back and gargled the hot water, kidding myself that that would be enough to get rid of Ava’s musky flavour on my tongue. Oh god, Ava.

I caught myself running my hands along my hourglass curves, from my ample breasts down to my curvy hips, then along the little triangle of hair above my pussy. Stop, Em. You boyfriend will be over any minute. Not your hot little roommate whose clit you just sucked on, your BOYFRIEND.

I squeezed shower gel into my hand, and let it ooze through my fingers onto my breasts. I couldn’t help but roll my nipples between my fingers as I lathered myself up. My mind flashed with images of Ava, coming hard against my mouth, her hips bucking, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth letting out those delicious moans whilst her pussy walls squeezed and throbbed around my fingers… This was too much. Peter could wait.

I cupped my tits and gave them a squeeze, letting my fingers trace circles along my pinky brown areolas. My nipples were already hard and pert, and in no time I was lightly pinching them, wishing it was Ava’s hands doing the work.

My left hand stayed on my soaped-up breast, my right strayed south to attend to my pussy, which was throbbing for attention. After stroking along my outer lips, I dipped a finger between them to find I was so very wet. I knew I had the hots for my roommate, Bahçeşehir escort but I never thought she could make my body react like this simply by thinking about her.

Now was not the time for slow, sensual orgasms. I had to get myself off. Now.

My finger still rested between my labia, and I slipped it deep into my dripping cunt, before pulling it out slowly and sliding it along the thick folds, circling my clit. I repeated this, alternating between a single stroke of my clit, and plunging my finger into my pussy and withdrawing it.

My other hand pinched and tugged at my nipple, and my chest heaved as my breathing became shallower, small gasps escaping my lips. My breast jiggled a little as I moved my hand, the tiles cold and hard under my fingertips as I felt around for something above me. I focused solely on my clitoris now, rubbing quickly with my index and middle finger over the swollen bud.

My fingers closed around something hard and plastic; the showerhead. After grappling somewhat to remove it from the wall mount, I pointed the jet of water at first my nipple, then my stomach, and then at my mound, the warm water running through my neat pubic hair. My fingers that had previously been attending to my throbbing nub had now spread my inner lips, just enough that my pink, engorged clit was exposed.

A moan rolled off my tongue as I positioned the jet against my clitoris, my body responding instantly. I breathed Ava’s name as my hips bucked against the stream of water, a familiar pressure building inside me.

My body tensed; I arched my back and stood motionless, the water still pounding down on my cunt. I was on the edge of a cliff, balanced on Bakırköy escort bayan the fringe, then suddenly… I fell. I shuddered as my orgasm shot through me; my pussy pulsed, and I heard myself whimper. Like waves lapping at my body, the sheer ecstasy washed through me, bathing me in pleasure. I inhaled sharply as my orgasm subsided, and let it out in a long trembling breath, finally dropping my hand which was clenched around the showerhead.

My clit tingled, and my knees were weak. It took me a few minutes to compose myself.

I washed my hair and finished showering, and stepped out of the cubicle, wrapping a towel around myself. I’ll dry off properly in my room, I told myself.

Walking into the hallway, I heard voices coming from the living room. Oh shit. Peter.

Peter and Ava were sitting on the sofa, chattering about something on the television; I must have taken longer in the shower than I thought…

Oh god. Peter and Ava. Ava and Peter. In one room.

My boyfriend, and my roommate. Both of whom I’d now fucked.

I just stood and gaped at the scene unfolding before my eyes. My hair was dripping, and beads of water glistened on my skin.

“Oh, hey, there you are!” smiled Pete, hoisting his lanky frame from the sofa. At six-foor-four, he towered over my modest five feet and five inches. And a half. He looked cute tonight; his dark brown hair was ruffled and messy, and his blue eyes were even more brilliant than usual. He wrapped me in his arms, nicely defined, but with no overt muscle – just the way I liked them – and I felt myself melt into his broad shoulders as I breathed in his gorgeous smell.

I felt a kiss on my forehead, and I sighed. I missed him.

I glanced over at Ava, still sitting on the sofa; her expression was unreadable. I threw a sheepish shrug in her direction, a silent apology for the earlier interruption. But that interruption was my boyfriend, and I hadn’t seen him all week.

I interlaced our fingers as I took him by the hand, and I led him to my bedroom.

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The rain pattered on the window by my head as I stroked my white teddy-bear. It has been a month since I saw him last. My master, my man. He had been so busy at work and school that we had spent almost no time together. He called every other night to tuck me in, knowing I was missing him. But we haven’t seen each other in four weeks.

The night was hot, even with the constant rain. I had my bear Mr. M&M hugging to my chest as I sat spread legged at the top of my bed. My silken night gown was almost damp with the humidity. The straps were sliding off my shoulders, and the fabric felt soft on my skin. I chose to wear it because it was the last thing he saw me in.

I remember the last time he saw me, he had picked me up off his lap in one motion, startling me a little as he cupped his hands under my ass and held me around his waist. He had carried me to my bedroom and made love to me that night, it was rushed, but I was satisfied, even now I remembered his fingers stroking the fabric as he began to feed his massive dick into my pussy.

I put down the bear, and picked up the vibrator, remembering how he held my legs apart and leaned to kiss me still forcing his way into me. Sefaköy escort I remembered how his fingers found my own as he rained kisses down my neck and shoulders, sucking, nibbling, biting, licking. Making me arch to him. I turned the vibe on and almost purred as the sound reached my ears through the pitter-patter of the rain drops hitting the glass behind my head. I eased my body down on my bed as I remembered the exact spot on the bed he had rested me, his knees hunched up under us as he filled me with eight inches of dick, my tongue darted out of my mouth, as I remembered how he had gripped my waist and held me still to take him entirely.

As I slid the vibe over my clit I felt it quiver, I felt my insides tighten, feeling for him, wishing he was filling me, all of a sudden my breasts needed to be touched, see, that’s the thing about masturbating, you only have two hands, to so many hot spots that need attention. I was remembering his lips, capturing mine, teasing my nipples afterwards, before devouring them. My own fingers closed in around the nipple of my left breast, tweaking it, squeezing it, pulling on it until it was taut, hard and standing erect. Escort Yenibosna But still I couldn’t substitute his lips and tongue. The vibrator on my clit was beginning to bring my pulse to a quickened pace.

I remember how he held me closer as he began his own orgasm, how he lifted me off the bed, wrapping his arms around me, and pumping into me. My vibe was begging the orgasm to come to it, but I wasn’t ready to end it yet.

The rain falling on the window was beginning its crescendo now, I could feel it. My hips rose off the bed to reach my imaginary lover, the same way they had done four weeks earlier. My free hand was groping the breast like his hands did when he was behind me. Turning the nipple this way and that, feeling it swell. Soon, combined with the vibration on my pussy and my nipple’s teasing, I know I would cum. I remembered him getting dressed quietly at the bottom of the bed, I hadn’t cum but I had been satiated. I remember him opening the bedroom door as my vibe leapt up a notch and a small moan escaped my lips.

He had stopped before he put his foot thru the door, turned around and grabbed my ankle, pulling me down the Halkalı escort bayan bed and attaching his lips over my dripping cunt. His tongue snaked its way from the remnants of his cum oozing out of my pussy, to my swollen clitoris. He sucked my inner lips until I dropped my head back and let out a loud moan. My own orgasm came shortly after he sucked my clit into a pulsing frenzy.

The orgasm came in a wave, fueled by the rain outside, I welcomed it, arching upward to the vibrating core in my hands, only, they weren’t my hands. I could see my lover’s dark eyes flashing, his strong fingers holding the vibe in place as wave after wave hit me until I dropped back unto the sweat soaked sheet beneath me.

When I finally opened my eyes to the ringing of my cell phone I was almost drained.

“Hello?” I breathed into the phone.

“Hey there angel,” it was Chad. I let the vibrator drop from my finger tips. “Are you in bed?”

“Yes, I was remembering the last time I saw you.”

“Good,” he sounded strange, and I could hear the rain in his background, I sat up finally, and adjusted so I could hear properly. I could swear I heard a door closing.

I did, Chad came into my bedroom shirtless and dripping, looking like a liquid angel with the rain dripping from his shoulder length black hair, even in the dark I could see his gray eyes shining.

“I missed you,” I whispered as he climbed into the bed with me.

“I know baby.”

And again he took me.

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It’s a cold and rainy day, and I have just finished my first exam. The only thing on my mind is to get home, jump in the shower and snuggle up in front of the TV with a cup of tea and a Christmas movie. I’m getting closer and closer to our house, but oh, what’s that in our mailbox? There’s a giant box addressed to me, but what is it? My foggy exam-brain can’t remember the last thing I ordered online. Just my luck… just as I get the box and walk up to the door it starts to rain cats and dogs. This was not what I expected when I heard “winter weather” on the news this morning.

The thought of taking a shower totally disappears when I look at the package. I find a scissor and prepare myself for what’s inside the mystery box. The receipt makes my whole body tingle. It’s from lovehoney… Oh my god… My womanizer has finally arrived. The hot, steamy shower has definitely been forgotten. The promise of a new, fully charged, vibrator is so so much better than a shower. Thank God my mum isn’t home for another couple of hours.

I run upstairs, tear off my clothes and jump into bed. The thing that disappoints Escort Arnavutköy me the most is that my introverted mind is cock blocking me from getting the real deal. The truth is I’m actually quite good looking, not thin like a skeleton, but not overweight either. Perfectly curved hips, big boobs, which in my opinion are a pain in the ass, and my chestnut brown hair has just grown long enough to cover them up, and guess what? The thought of someone pulling my hair, like in 50 shades of grey, turns me on like nothing else, but guess what? My antisocial brain would rather stay at home ordering sex-toys than go out and actually get fucked.

But where was I? Oh yeah, the womanizer! It fits perfectly in my hand. The curved design makes it super easy to hold onto, and the silicone tip covers my clitoris perfectly. The diamond button makes it so much more luxurious, and the thought of me getting myself off with a “luxurious” toy makes me a little bit less miserable.

The thought of having the most amazing orgasm ever has already made my pussy soaking wet, and finally pushing the Avcılar escort on-button makes my breath stop for a couple of seconds. It feels amazing. The slow buzz of the toy makes my clitoris tingle in a way I’ve never felt before. My vagina is clenching together and I realise I need something more. At this point my trusted old dildo doesn’t even need lube, it just slides right in, and the feeling of it filling me up makes me even closer to climax. The fact that the womanizer is only on the lowest setting is creeping up on me, and the thought of the highest intensity kind of freaks me out.

I’m brave. I’ve turned the power on to 5 and I’m starting to feel the climax building up. My forehead is sweaty, my thighs are shaking, and my orgasmic headache is starting to grow more intense, and yes… orgasmic headaches are a real thing, look it up. A burning sensation I have never felt before has taken over the tingly feeling and I feel myself lose control. And there it is… the most amazing orgasm I have ever had, as promised. My vagina is clenching together so hard that my dildo is pushed Bağcılar escort bayan out and that’s when it starts, my first experience with squirting. Is this how guys feel when they cum?

I’m barely breathing through my first orgasm when I feel another wave of heat, though this one is different. Together with a burning clitoris is a tingly feeling in my stomach, and I know, that it’s time to turn the womanizer to the highest setting. It’s a euphoric feeling. Losing control, disappearing into the world of pleasure, and I can’t avoid moaning. I NEVER moan, but this is something completely new. My second orgasm is finally over, and I can finally think about what just happened. I turn off the womanizer and start to stroke my clitoris. It’s swollen and sensitive, and although I really want to try again I know I can’t do it.

I’m soaking wet, and my bed is soaking wet, and I realise what I mess I have made. My shaky legs carry me to the bathroom, I grab a towel and but it on the bed, and fall asleep. That’s the last thing I remember, until I wake up and hear my mum downstairs. Is it time to panic? Yup!

Do you know what I hate the most? It’s trying to act normal when my mum asks me what I have done. My standard reply has become “I’m just taking a shower”. And guess what? My steaming hot shower is finally happening, although it came (see what I did there?) after the most amazing orgasm in orgasmic history.

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A week and a half passed by and we were planning a hotel party at one of the local hotels. We had done this a few times, with a few people, not like a big event or anything. I started to think about it, and I noticed how Leah usually spent a good ten minutes in the bathroom only minutes before bed, and thought to myself, “Could she be…?” Finally the date for the party came, and oh boy, did it come. Only three people turned out and they had to go home early anyways. We both thought of how lame it was, but neither of us wanted to ditch the room and go home. I casually flirted with her an hour or so before our mutually agreed bed-time, and I did what any guy would do with a girl alone in a hotel room. But she turned me down and shot down every idea that I had. It had seemed to me that my fun with her had come to a final and dismal close. I went to sleep a little before she did…or so she thought…

The tv was on and I was having a hard time falling asleep, though my lack of movement suggested otherwise. I opened my eyes a little, to see this little ball of covers on her bed. At first I thought she was in the bathroom, but a little, low whimper notified me of where exactly she was. I stared at the ball, watching for any signs of her hot masturbation, and with the tv, shedding just the right amount of light at the right angle, I could see the bed was vibrating very quickly, and very hard. The ball started rocking quietly back and forth. I was under the covers so naturally I pulled it out and started jerking under the covers. As I watched, I heard her say a name, but I couldn’t make out whose it was…was it mine, or some other guy she had been with. She started to cum, and she wildly flailed about under the covers, not caring to see if I had awoken or anything. She rolled over onto her stomach then, and lifted her butt into the air, still under the covers, I watched as her hand made a bulge move as she fingered herself from behind. She instantly came and I heard what sounded to be her squirting all over the bed. Then I realized it was into her sweatpants…unless she had taken them off…She emerged a short time after her final satisfying orgasm, and looked at me. I play dead well. She rolled onto her back, kicked the covers off, revealing that she as in fact naked from the waist down and shoved her hands once more down her stomach and into her pussy. The sound of the juices as she entered herself once more was overwhelming and I came. Escort Sefaköy She fingered herself wildly, in the open air, to a busting orgasm. She arched her back off the bed, and her hips, gyrating in the air, humped her fingers as if it was the only thing she would ever have for the rest of her life. I watched as she grabbed a few tissues, and began to clean up after the mess she made. Licking her fingers, she dried up all of what she could…and went to the bathroom. She came out a minute later and let out a heavy sigh, jumped into the bed next to mine, and went to sleep. I couldn’t. I was up all night thinking about her.

At this point, I had become obsessed with catching that girl masturbating. Almost to the point where I would intentionally try to get her horny, so she would go and diddle herself till she came.

One night, at a friends house, we were all in bed sleeping, and I look up at the bed where she is sleeping. One leg bent up at the knee, and one laying flat on the bed The covers were over her chest, where you could see faint signs of movement, but her sweatpants were outside the covers as if she wasn’t concerned about them. Her signature move; the slow finger going strong in her pants…a little gasp, and deep breathing coming from her corner of the room. I couldn’t help but stay awake with her, and watch the masterpiece unfold. I slowly made my way along the floor to the edge of the bed, where she lay, still going at it, after at least one orgasm. I raised my hand up and felt the side of the mattress. The timing of her thrusts giving the bed a rhythm to match hers was enough to get my other hand down my pants. She came loudly, as I heard several little whimpers, and as she sat upright and convulsed several times in her crouched position. She took her sweats off and threw them onto the floor, close to where I was. I waited for a few minutes and then slowly grabbed them. Looking them over, I discovered two very damp patches and I touched them. It had been the first pussy juice I had touched since the week of our breakup. I then realized, that she was sleeping in just her panties, and a t-shirt. I came when I thought of her just rubbing her clit through her panties. Her sweats were still warm, and I came.

She moved into an apartment, not far from her old house, and with her mom’s busy schedule, she needed company quite often. I did everything I could to schedule time with her. I Yenibosna escort bayan called out of work, I skipped class, and I wouldn’t come home until 2 in the morning. My parents were thrilled. But I was doing whatever I could to try and be there to catch her as much as I could. She seemed as if she almost wanted me to catch her masturbating. Her constant fidgeting during movies, her placement of her hands in her lap, clasping her phone against her jeans, waiting and praying for the next text message, while we went driving at night.

We started talking on AIM more too. We got into conversation about our sex lives, and I just had to go to her masturbation. I asked everything I could think of, and I wasn’t willing to take no for an answer. How many times a day? Favorite position and favorite method? How long till you orgasm? These questions haunted me, and as she answered them, I could only imagine what she was doing to herself on the other end. One conversation in particular peaked my interest. “I love having the chance of being caught” she said. “I want someone to catch me one of these days.” I devised the perfect plan.

One day, at her house, her mom gone, we were watching a movie. She slowly slid her hands down her side, onto her stomach, and finally down her pants. Her fingering motion and the look on her face were so erotic; I could barely keep from coming in my pants. She looked over at me as I stared at her, watching her wet fingers going in and out of her wet pussy as if I had x-ray vision. She immediately stopped and said, “Can I help you?” I said, “Yes please” and kinda gestured towards the huge bulge in my pants. She smiled and said, “Nope, me first.” I was excited to finally be doing things with her, doing things to her again. I reached over and rubbed her pants through the blanket which she quickly removed. Her sweats were already pushed down below her thighs and her sexy panties made me realize she was planning for this. I started to rub her the way I used to and she smiled, laid back and relaxed, just as she had done a year and a half earlier. She stroked me through my pants, and we were both really close. I kissed her passionately, the way I had longed to do for some time, and then slowly made my way down her neck, past her breasts, and down to her pussy. She was so wet, she was already using the blanket as a towel. I stuck one finger in at first and gave her a good licking. Halkalı escort She came and when she did, she pushed my face hard into her vagina, making me take all of her wetness to my face. Her pussy smelled sweet and fruity, I laid her back on the couch and climbed on top of her, kissing her while still rubbing and fingering her. She came again, this time with less juice but a more violent convulsion that almost made her bump heads with me. I restrained her on the couch and she begged for more. The outside door to the apartment opened with the loud shriek we had come to know. We quickly recovered, her going under the blanket and me jumping right up to sitting laid back on the couch, a full cushion away from her. The front door opened and her mom came in, went straight to the back and closed the door. “Leah” put her clothes on quickly and asked me to leave. Apparently she was having second thoughts.

We went a week without talking. She then called me out of the blue, and asked me to join her for lunch. I thought I should prepare for the worst, so I did. She didn’t like me like that, and while she had fun, it just wasn’t right for her. I agreed and told her that it was my fault and that I was sorry. I did everything I could to let her know that I really cared.

I went over to her house this past New Years for a party she was having. Her mom was out of town and she had the apartment to herself. She didn’t mind my asking to sleep with her in her room, as she had a little too much and wasn’t feeling well. I really did want to just keep her safe overnight and make sure she was okay. Around 5am, we both woke up to the sound of the other two guests fucking on the couch in the living room. They both were still drinking and thought it was a good idea. I almost fell back asleep, but something told me to fake dead again, so I did. Sure enough, she kinda propped her head up, looked at me to see if I was awake, and when she was sure I wasn’t, she pushed the blankets down to the bottom of the bed, where I was laying on the floor. I could hear her sliding her hands down her pants as she let out a little whimper of excitement. She masturbated, and masturbated, and masturbated, the bed, convulsing and throbbing, and the low moans and whimpers made it almost unbearable. I was reduced to having a blocked view. I would have had a perfect view if it weren’t for those covers. I was so mad, but so turned on. She kept masturbating. 6am, 7am, 8am…I counted the orgasms…32, 33, 34…The room was smelling of sex and alcohol. The aroma intoxicated her and only made her want more. I then remembered something. I completely forgot. I had a hidden camera pointed at her bed from the dresser across the room.

That is some of the best footage I have to date.

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Ring-ring (click)

Jeanne: Hello?

Mark: Wake up sleepy head.

J: Don’t wanna.

M: Not even to talk to me?

J: Okay, but only because it’s you. What time is it anyway?

M: 5:30

J: (Groan) Only the insane are up this early!

M: Or the really horny.

J: Ah. Does that explain such a rude awakening?

M: It does. (pause) What are you wearing?

J: My very short silver-satin nightie.

M: Anything else?

J: Nope. And I’m freshly groomed. Not a strand of hair to be found from my feet to my shoulders.

M: Good girl!

J: Can you hold on a minute? I need to pee.

M: No, take me with you.

J: GRRR you know I can’t pee when you listen.

M: Sure you can.

J: Fine! (Sounds of reluctant peeing, flushing and washing of hands is heard) Hold on a minute, I want to switch to the headset. Okay, I’m back. (rustling of fabric)

M: Did you go back to bed?

J: Yes, it’s cold! So where are you? I suppose you’re up and dressed already!

M: No, I’m not dressed.

J: Where are you? You’d better not be giving me shit about still being in bed at this awful hour if you’re still there too!

M: Nope, not in bed.

J: Now you’re just teasing me! Are you on the couch or in your favorite chair?

M: I’m on the couch.

J: Hmm, I can almost picture you sitting there.

M: I can picture you in bed, but in my mind you’re naked. I want you to take off that nightie.

J: But I just got all cozy and warm again!

M: Come on, just do it!

J: Yes sir! (sounds of fabric rustling) There! I’m naked now. Are you happy?

M: Not quite yet, but we’re getting there.

J: (Sighs)

M: What was that for?

J: I just miss you, and I wish you were here.

M: I know. Soon.

J: So, what’s on your agenda today?

M: I’m planning on working on stuff around the house. I’m going to open up the pool today. It’s getting warm enough here now.

J: Sounds like fun!

M: What are your plans for the weekend?

J: Just the usual chores. I may re-do the floor in the powder Arnavutköy escort bayan room this weekend. Or not. Depends on how lazy I want to be. It’ll be the same tile as the rest of the first floor.

M: The queen of home-improvement!

J: That would be me! (Chuckles)

M: What are you doing right now?

J: Guess!

M: I’d say that you’re playing with your clit.

J: I’d say you’re right! What are you doing, all naked in your living room?

M: Your turn to guess!

J: Hum, I’d say from past experience that you’re stroking your cock.

M: Give the girl a prize!

J: You’ve got the only prize I want! Too bad I can’t collect on it right now.

M: Well, maybe we can give you a consolation prize.

J: And what might that be?

M: A mind-bending, body-shattering, take-you-to-the-moon orgasm?

J: That might console me!

M: Are you still playing with your clit?

J: Yeah.

M: Tell me.

J: I’m so wet. Your voice does it to me every time. My middle finger is right on my clit, lightly rubbing in circles. It feels so good.

M: What’s your other hand doing?

J: Pinching my nipple. Squeezing my breast. They get so tender and achy sometimes. I wish I could feel your strong hands cupping them!

M: You will, I promise.

J: Hummmm, I can’t wait. What are you doing?

M: Listening to you.

J: That’s all? I find that hard to believe.

M: And stroking my cock. There’s a drop of pre-cum on the tip.

J: I wish I could lick it off. (Sucking sounds can be heard)

M: What are you doing? That sounds nasty!

J: (pop) Sucking on my finger. Do you like it?

M: Oh yeah. Do it again.

J: (more sucking noises) Mmmm. I wish I could get this much of your cock in my mouth! But then that would mean you had a really small dick, and that wouldn’t make me happy at all! (laughs)
M: No, that wouldn’t. You like my big cock, don’t you?

J: You betcha! As much as I like sucking on it, I love it inside me more. When you first slide it into me is one of the most exquisite sensations! Escort Avcılar There are no words to describe it.

M: Try.

J: Well, it’s like I walk around all day with this chasm inside me, and there is only one thing on this planet that can fill it. A dildo just doesn’t quite do it. A living, pulsing cock attached to a man that wants nothing more than to give me pleasure is the only solution. There are times when I crave it! When I can almost, almost feel the head of your cock just between my pussy lips. The times when I am so horny that it’s all I can do to get through the day! To get home and get naked and to be able to pretend that it’s your hands sliding over my skin. That it’s your fingers slipping inside my wet pussy. Your cock plundering my depths! And when I can actually feel that cock sliding into me, filling me I feel like I’ll go mad every time you slide it back out! It feels like the universe stands still in anticipation of it sliding back in. That I am truly only alive when it’s inside me! That the only thing that anchors me to this world is the feel of your weight on top of me! And when I come with you inside me, and I feel my muscles contract around your cock, I know that for those few moments I am whole.

M: Wow! I’ve never heard it described quite that way!

J: Sorry, I went a little overboard there!

M: No, it was good. It made my cock even harder.

J: Oh, good! Hard is good! Hard is very good!

M: Yeah, but hard enveloped in warm pussy is even better! J: Yes it is!

M: I think you need to get the dildo. Even though it isn’t quite the same!

J: I think that’s a good idea. (sounds of fabric rustling and a drawer opening and closing can be heard) BRRR! Damn but it’s cold! (more rustling of fabric) AHH!

M: Back under the covers? Nice and cozy?

J: Yup! Ah, that’s nice.

M: What’s nice?

J: I got right back into the same warm spot!

M: Is it in yet?

J: Almost–oh yeah–mmm–that’s good.

M: Sounds like it. Slide it all the way in for me.

J: Yeah, oh yeah. Oh! Ah! It’s in all the way.

M: Good. Bağcılar escort Slide it out, just the way you like me to do it.

J: (moaning) Oh Mark. Oh that feels so good!

M: Do it some more. A little faster now.

J: (moans)

M: I think it’s time.

J: Time?

M: Time for the vibrator.

J: Really. Already?

M: Yeah, you’ve made me so hot and I’m really close to coming.

J: Okay, hang on a second. (fabric rustling) Are you ready?

M: Oh yeah. (mechanical vibrating can be heard)

J: Can you hear it?

M: Yes.

J: Here I go. (the tone changes) Ah, oh Mark! (heavy breathing and moaning) It feels so good! I wish I could place your hand on my belly so you could feel the spasms! Umm! Ahh! Ohh!

M: (Moaning) I want you to come for me. Will you come for me?

J: Yes, oh yes! Almost there! Are you?

M: Oh yeah, whenever you’re ready. Come for me now.

J: OH, OH, OH, I’m coming! UNGGHHHNN! (gasps) UNGGGHHHN! (panting)

M: Oh yeah! (moans)

J: (heavy breathing)

M: (heavy breathing) That sounded like a good one!

J: Good doesn’t even come close! Yours sounded good too.

M: It was. I wish I could have seen your face.

J: Sure, it was probably bright red!

M: I’m sure it would have been beautiful.

J: You’re sweet.

M: I love making you come.

J: I love it when you make me come!

M: (Sigh) What time do you have to be up?

J: It’s Saturday silly, I can sleep in!

M: I wish I could.

J: You’d never be able to! Admit it! You’re an early bird whether you like it or not!

M: Okay, I admit it! I’d just rather get it over with!

J: And I want to delay the start of it as long as possible!

M: Well, speaking of getting it over with, I’d better get to it. And let you get back to sleep.

J: Yeah, I could stand to bask in the afterglow for a while and dream of you. Of the things we could do together.

M: Careful now, you might get me all hard again!

J: Would that be a bad thing?

M: Not if I was there and could fuck you again. But I really need to get started before it gets too hot to do what I need to do.

J: Okay, I’ll let you go then. (sigh)

M: You finish your night’s sleep and have good dreams.

J: I will. Have a good day.

M: You too. Be good.

J: I’ll try.

M: Bye.

J: Bye.

CLICK

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I was in front of my PC monitor for over an hour, in a lesbian chat room, contacting in private a sexy 21 years old girl from England called Jazmin. Our hot chat had turned us on and I hated that my clothes weren’t already on floor. I was fantasizing that – miles away – the little sexy beauty was already naked. She was typing short hot messages and she was making me feel like having real sex with her. I decided to lay back and enjoy her cyber love.

I paused and reread the words that filled the computer screen. As it was many times before, I didn’t find it hard to believe such words could come from a horny girl’s fantasy. The images they invoked in my mind seemed so real. I could feel the Jazmin’s wetness in my hands. Running my outstretched fingers across my lips, I could taste both the sweetness of my lips and the tangy taste of my impending climax.

Keeping the image of her soft young body in my mind, I ran my fingers down across my throat and further downward until they brushed across the thin material of the pajama tops which covered my mounds.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as my index finger caressed my nipple, already in a semi-aroused state, sending a pleasing tingle across my chest. Closing my eyes I imaged it was Jazmin’s hand not my own. A second finger followed, then a third. Each finger in turn ran again and again across the short thick protrusion as my other hand left the keyboard and played a similar concerto on it’s twin.

With slow, deliberate movements, I began to unbutton my top. With each open button, the view of my bosom grew larger and larger until I opened the top and the plentiful mounds Akbatı escort bayan fell free.

My aureoles were almost two inches across and stood out as dark circles against my oil skin. My nipples were thick like the nipples of a baby bottle, just begging to be sucked. I reached up and ran my fingers across each breast, rubbing my thumbs across the nipples. Then I pulled one breast up as far as I could and reached out with my tongue. I was just able to caress my own nipple. Then I repeated the action with my other breast.

“Oh yes, Jazmin!” I said softly as familiar sensations coursed within me. “Right there, babe!”

The image of the young girl was so real I could smell the soft freshness of her black hair. The sparkle in her dark eyes and the seductive charm of her slightly crooked smile were a composite of all the young girls I had known so long before. The same young girls I always fantasize about on my lonely nights.

My fingers traversed the valley between my breasts bringing with them the memory of the first time I’d let a girl touch me there. I ran my tongue across my lips, savoring the memory of first kisses and the thousands that followed over the years. Strong hands continued to play with my breasts, squeezing and stroking the warm flesh. My skin had always been so sensitive, even more so when I was aroused. I remembered what a delightful discovery that had been when I was a teenager first exploring my body.

“Jazmin, you are so good at this!” I said to the empty air. My young phantom lover continued on her downward journey. Tracing an outline across my flat Escort Aksaray stomach, she drew circles around my navel. Around and around her fingers glided, edging against the waistband of my dark red panties. By the fourth circle, they were slipping under that barrier.

“Oh Jazmin, I want you so much”, I said in an unconvincing voice, even as I opened my legs wider to allow easier access.

The first warm touch of flesh against my pubic mound was enough to break down my barriers. With a practiced hand I used my free hand to grip the side of my panties and with a sight lifting of my ass, slide them down my legs. I was glad I never wore the bottoms of my pajamas.

Extending my middle finger, I ran it up and down the length of my femininity, parting the sort trimmed black hairs that surrounded it. “Oh yes!” I murmured.

Parting the folds of my pussy, I slid my finger inside myself and enjoyed the feeling as my tightness closed around it. Gently I slid it in and out, simulating the motion of my tiny dildo. My outstretched thumb played with my tiny clitoris, increasing the waves of passion that radiated from within me. My free hand had returned to my breasts, continuing to play with the softness of each globe and the hardness of my nipples. A second finger joined the first and the tempo of my penetrations increased as well. It wasn’t long before a third finger found it way within me as well.

My body heat soared as my wetness fueled a raging fire. Beads of sweat began to cover my body as I began to buck back and forth, keeping pace with the motions of my hands.

My breaths Ankara escort came in shorter gasps as more and more of my reality was caught up in a whirlpool of desire. Between breaths came moans of ecstasy, which rose in volume with each passing minute. I could feel the walls of my womanhood contract around my fingers, a sensation that only spurred my onward. I could actually feel the press of my young lover’s body against my own, the warmth of her excited breath against my skin.

Mental images of a rising tide of youthful lust filled my thoughts as I visualized her licking me. My body tensed and arched backward as my own energetic efforts produced the results I wished from my imaginary lover. As my thumb raced across my clit one last time, it provided the final spark to set off a conflagration of unbridled lust. My body quaked and quivered as a silent scream issued from my lips.

“Oh God, Jazmin, yes…oh yes!!!” I mouthed wordlessly as wave after wave of delight crashed across my body. My climax took only moments yet lasted for hours as I lost all sense of time and space. I was sitting on a chair in my workroom; I was in the arms of my lover. I was in both places at the same time. I was a blazing fire raging out of control. Then just as suddenly I was a cooling block of ice as reality imposed itself and the ravages of passion subsided.

“That was fun…” I said as I took a deep breath long minutes later. My skin was moist from the sweat of my efforts and I knew a shower was definitely in order.

But first things first! Sometimes I just got a little too carried away with my chats. Hopefully, it was reflected in my efforts. Turning my attention back on the screen, I smiled a smile of satisfaction.

“It looks like you got me off well enough, Jazmin!” I mused. “Time for me to return the favor, babe!”

With that, my nimble fingers spread out across the keyboard and I began to type once more.

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