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As she reaches over and gently takes me in her hand, she whispers, “Nothing?”I’m amazed at how soft her hands can be. She just gently applies soft pressure, wiping up our juices as she does.“I ordered room service”, she says, “but I think I need a protein shake before they get here.”She leans over and slowly takes my tender, limp penis into her mouth, tongue swirling as she goes. She pulls up and says, “We do taste good together!”I moan and say, “I’m not sure what’s left from last night and this morning.”“Silly husband,” she says, “challenge accepted.”She draws me back into her mouth, a look of determination on her face. I lie back and begin to enjoy the sensations. I look to the side and see a full-length Ankara bayan escort mirror and realize I can watch her devour my manhood.Amazingly, my penis begins to respond. As it grows, she hums around it, the sensation very erotic. I watch as she bobs her head, stroking me with her mouth. I reach for her, wanting to caress her. She swats my hand away and says, “I’m busy.”She sucks me, runs her tongue along the length, twirling the crown with her tongue. She says, “Well, look at what found!”I can only moan as she goes back to work, intent on satisfying her husband. Her tempo increases as my penis thickens. Her hand fondle my balls. “They are so heavy,” she Escort bayan Ankara says, right before taking one in her mouth.As her mouth savors my balls, her hand strokes me steadily, increasing the tempo and my need. Her mouth returns to my cock, devouring it, swallowing it, stroking it, the tempo getting faster and faster.I arch my back, feeling the heat of her mouth, her hands massaging my balls, feeling that familiar pressure building up.“I’m getting close, baby,” I murmur.“I know,” she replies. “One more thing,” she says as she slips a finger to my backside and presses against me.Her finger slips into my ass, probing deep as she continues to suck my expanding Bayan escort Ankara cock. Her finger inside me applies pressure and I feel my climax starting.“Mmmm,” she says as my cock explodes in her mouth. Spasm after spasm sends hot cum down her throat.She slides her finger out and slowly raises her head, wiping. A bit of me off her chin. Her eyes twinkle as she looks at me and repeats, “Nothing?”As I gaze at her, there’s a knock on the door. She adjusts her negligée and moves to answer the knock.“That doesn’t hide much,” I say.She giggles and goes to the door. The look on the face of the delivery man is priceless. He wheels in our cart, his eyes never leaving her body. She turns and a breast pops out, he almost turns the cart over. She leans forward to sign, giving him a view he will never forget. As he leaves, looking back over his shoulder, she whispers, “bye” in that breathless sexy voice she has.I just lie there, laughing at my amazing wife. She looks at me with that innocent look on her face.

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I felt her presence well before I heard her familiar voice. It reminded me of the chance I never took. Before I dive into this encounter, I need to give you some backstory first. I spent twenty-six years in the Air Force. During that time, I was granted the opportunity (read mandatory) to attend several “Professional Military Education” courses. The first course was to teach me how to lead our personnel that worked directly for me, or at least that’s how it was sold to us. Six weeks of Alabama heat and humidity in July! This was the first time I met her; we were from different bases and in opposing classes. The second course was several years later and was meant to teach us how to lead at the strategic level, big picture kind of shit. This time we were in the same class and had Ankara escort several big projects to complete together. I have been retired from the Air Force for several years and was invited back to the Alabama heat and humidity to lead a seminar for a certification course. As I was checking into lodging for the seminar, I felt her presence, then heard the voice of the one that I never took a chance with, Gina. Gina is a 5’6”, sandy-haired, hazel-eyed vixen that had the right curves in the right places. She is a little less than 135 pounds, with amazing 32B tits and an ass like a ripe peach. As I turned around to say, “hi,” she immediately recognized me, hung up the phone, and gave me one of those long-lost-lover type hugs. Once we broke the hug, Ankara escort bayan she asked what I was doing there. I told her about the seminar and she giggled before telling me she was there for the seminar. Once the initial pleasantries were over, both of us had our rooms, we made plans to meet for dinner and catch up. I rushed to my room to get ready for dinner; I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity again. During dinner we discussed our careers since our last time together, discovered that our home life was basically the same boring love-less, sex-less hell.After dinner we rolled into a few drinks, and both of us loosened up and started to enjoy each other’s company. I finally broke down and confessed that I wished I had taken a chance Escort Ankara our last time together. I told her that I loved how she looked, especially the way her ass filled out her uniform. Gina blushed, not sure what to say, finally she just replied with, “thank you, I try to stay fit but he never notices”. At that point we both fell silent, finished our drink and decided to head back to the base. As we walked into the building, I was slightly behind her, I couldn’t help but admire her ass as she walked. Gina turned around, caught me looking, and asked if I still liked how she filled out her shorts. Now, I am the one that blushed, but, before I could say anything, she took my hand and dragged me into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she embraced me again; this time we it wasn’t just a hug. We started kissing. It was slow at first, you know the kind that seems to stop time. As we felt the elevator rise towards the ninth floor, our passion increased and the sweet, gentle, time-stopping kiss turned into a manic, lust-filled embrace that took our breath away.

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Sophia, twenty-two years old, and Phoebe, two years younger, were waiting for the  Mississippi steamboat at the St. Louis dock in the Summer of 1836. They knew that some of the male passengers would be interested in what they had to sell.The girls were selling an hour of their time above a sleazy saloon along the riverfront. They expected to spend that hour on their back or on their knees in exchange for a few dollars.This had been their life for the past two years, and they didn’t expect it to change any time in the near future. Some of their clientele were locals, others were men on business who had taken the steamboat from as far away as Pittsburgh and Cincinnati. Still others were adventurers of one type or another; men who went west into the mountains to hunt and trap.Then there were those who had been in the mountains, sometimes for months, even years. They came back to St. Louis to sell their hides and pelts, and to re-supply. Those men had been without a woman for a long time and paid generously for Phoebe and Sophia’s time.The two girls could not have been more different. Phoebe was petite, very petite, with small breasts. She grew up on an Illinois farm and was as unsophisticated as they come, but in bed, when her small ass started moving, she could give the biggest man the ride of his life.Sophia, on the other hand, grew up on the same St. Louis waterfront where she now worked; learning the trade from her mother. Her father could have been any one of dozens of men who had come through the town on their way to anywhere but St. Louis.It was Sophia who introduced Phoebe to life on the street, how to entice men and how to seduce them into spending more than they intended. She wasn’t a particular tall girl; sturdy might be a suitable word to describe her. She always wore a low-cut dress, tight in the bosom, which emphasized her generous breasts – breasts, which attracted men’s eyes like a magnet and had them salivating.To be fair, it wasn’t as if Phoebe was some innocent virgin, Ankara escort who Sophia had to persuade and cajole to join her. Phoebe had been spreading her legs for farm boys back in Illinois, well, ever since, but for free. Sophia would have none of that. “Phoebe, men want what we’ve got, and they should pay for the privilege.”One of those mountain men was Timothy Frankton, a giant of a man, who one night insisted that Phoebe entertain him, for the whole night, and he was willing to pay.Frankton was well over six feet tall, weighed at least 250 lb. and everyone called him ‘Bear.’ He wasn’t called Bear because of his size; word had it that in the western mountains he’d fought and killed an actual bear with his bare hands, and there were witnesses.Bear was caught in an early winter snowstorm in the Rockies, and ended up spending the winter there, alone, with only a small shelter and fire to keep him from freezing to death. Just this past week, he’d finally made it back to St. Louis.After selling his pelts, and enjoying the luxury of a shave and a bath, a bath he’d not had in almost a year, he was ready for a woman.“Sophia, he’s so big, he could hurt me. Why don’t you do him?” Phoebe feared that the thing between his legs was as big as he was, and it would hurt her little puss, as women called it back then.Sophia convinced the man to spend his time and money with her instead, “I promise to make it worth your while.” She ran her tongue over her ruby red lips.Sophia and Phoebe each had a room in the saloon. They paid the owner a few dollars a month. In addition, they spent hours in the saloon persuading prospective clients to buy over-priced drinks, and the owner got to fuck each of them for free once a month.Sophia didn’t disappoint Bear. However, when he undressed, and his cock was hard, she laughed under her breath. It was less than average in size and looked smaller when framed against his massive body. It couldn’t hurt anyone, Sophia thought. She’d Ankara escort bayan seen and satisfied ones a lot bigger.“I’m looking forward to what that pretty little mouth can do,” he told her as his hands felt up her lovely mammaries, as they were often called at the time. “I’ve never had ones as nice as these. I could rub my face in them for hours.”“Oh, Bear, you can have them for as long as you like, but I thought you wanted to see what my pretty little mouth could do to you.”Sophia knelt between his legs. From playing with her mammaries and what she promised her mouth would do, he was already hard. “Bear, you have the most magnificent cock I’ve ever seen. I expect that in due time it’s going to show Sophia’s puss a grand time, but first . . ”One of her talents that men paid handsomely for was her ability to swallow just about any cock. Bear’s was easy. She took it all just like that. Then slowly took it out, and looked him in the eye. “I’m going to want a lot more of this big cock.” Then up and down she went.It was part of what she was selling – the “big” cock part, I mean. Every client had a big, huge, gigantic, enormous cock. “Honey, I’ve never seen one as magnificent,” or, “Sweetie, I’ve never had a cock do what your cock does to me,” or, “damn, I thought I brought a man to my bed, not a horse.”Tonight: “Bear, baby, my puss is so ready for your big cock. Are you ready to give it to Sophia’s puss?”She got on her back and spread her legs. Bear got on top of her, and then he did something no one had done to Sophia before. He rammed his cock all the way into her, and then for the next hour pounded her non-stop and relentlessly. There was nothing gentle about what he did to her.Her eyes were bulging out of her head as he slammed into her puss. Oh, she’d been fucked hard before, and she’d been fucked harder by cocks a lot bigger than Bear’s, but no man had ever fucked her like this.Sophia might have been one of the greatest unrecognized actresses Escort Ankara of the nineteenth century, but she didn’t have to pretend with Bear. No way. “Aaaaaaw, aaaaaaw, yeah, yeah, Bear, keep fucking my puss, Aaaaaaw, aaaaaw, just like that. Don’t stop Bear baby. Keep giving Sophia your big cock.” She moaned and sighed for that hour.He wasn’t about to stop, but at some point, every man has a limit to how much he can do before he cums. “OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOH, OOOOOOH,” he screamed as he spurted load after load in her puss.Sophia, who often did three or four men in a night was exhausted. “Bear loves your little puss. When will you be ready again?”She wanted to say, ‘next week,’ but he’d paid her well for all night, and a client who paid for all night expected to have her all night. Breathing heavily, she said, “whenever your big cock is ready, my puss is all yours.”“How’s about you get on your knees, and put my cock between those magnificent mammaries and fuck me like that? That should get me hard.” Sophia was actually grateful for the rest.As she massaged his cock with her breasts, “Bear, you have the most amazing cock. The things it did to my puss, no man has ever done before.”“If you keep doing that, I’ll be ready to do your puss again in no time.”Sophia vigorously massaged Bear’s cock between her mammaries. Now, she was as anxious for Bear’s cock as he was for her puss. She was curious what he might do the second time around.It took a while. Even a man like Bear needed time to recover. It was another hour before his cock was as stiff as it could be with the help of Sophia’s mammaries. “I think you’re just about ready, C’mon Bear my puss is wet in anticipation.”As soon as Sophia was on her back, Bear was on top of her. She guided his cock to her entrance, and then just like before he rammed it in. In less than a minute, she sighed,  “Aaaaaaw, aaaaaaaw, Bear, it’s so good. Aaaaaaaw, aaaaaaw, aaaw, Fuck me, fuck me just like that. C’mon, Bear.” Sophia went on and on, sighing, moaning, and praising Bear’s ‘big’ cock and the skillful way he used it.Because he had come earlier, Bear kept slamming in and out of Sophia’s puss. There was no quit in his cock, and Sophia gleefully took every thrust. “Keep giving me your huge cock. Aaaaaaaaah Bear, aaaaaaaah Bear, Bear, Bear, Bear.”

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“While the husband’s away, the cougar will prey, Chapter 1”I’d seen her sometimes in the supermarket, and my Mom had once pointed her out as the wife of one of the directors at the company for which my Dad worked as a storeman. Although I guessed that she was in her late forties or so, I found my admiring gaze drawn to her each time.I was eighteen years old and, due to my shyness, was still a virgin, though I didn’t admit it to my friends. To an eighteen-year-old virgin, she was intriguing and arousing: she oozed class, but with a hint of teasing, she was more than twice my age and, as if that were not enough, she was married. I sometimes fantasized about her. I wondered how many times she had had sex. I knew how many times I had done so.She was slim, well-toned, and although she was of average height her slim build made her legs look long. Her breasts were ripe, and jigged alluringly but subtly as she walked. I wondered whether, in fact, she selected her bra to allow for some movement, though. It was appealing to think that she dressed to catch men’s attention, however unlikely it seemed, given the classiness that she exuded. Her dress sense spoke rather of a woman who was confident in herself – and in her appearance.Her clothes looked well-tailored and expensive. Usually was wearing a business outfit. Sometimes she wore a silky shirt under her jacket. If wearing trousers, they were close-fitting, emphasizing her long-looking legs. If wearing a skirt, it was usually modest in length – knee-length or just an inch or two above it – but often with a teasing split in the back or side, offering tantalizing slight glimpses of her thigh. Her auburn hair was short, and, like her glasses, enhanced her confident and elegant appearance.On that fateful day, I was walking home from playing pool with my friends and spotted her as I cut across the supermarket car park. She was pushing a trolley full of groceries. Her legs looked shapely in a sheer film of tan-colored nylon; in my imagination, she was wearing stockings rather than tights, though I knew this was highly unlikely. Her skirt reached mid-way down her thighs, and its hem flicked enticingly against their backs as she walked. Her heels were high, causing her hips and shapely bottom, to roll in a way that drew my eyes – and, I noticed, the eyes of some other guys, eyes on her too. Her pin-stripe jacket fitted her closely and looked smart.She was about ten yards ahead of me, and I slowed down to match my pace with hers. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure that no cars were approaching as she moved between two lines of parked cars. I avoided her eyes and pretended to look at my watch. I blushed slightly, suspecting that she may have noticed that I was eyeing her up.I hoped her car was parked on the far side of the parking lot, to prolong my view of her, but all too soon she stopped by the rear end of a large, black 4×4. I speeded up slightly, trying not to make it obvious. As she opened the rear hatch, her skirt rode up a few inches; despite my sense of shame, I couldn’t resist checking her out.I was just a few yards Ankara bayan escort from this classy, sexy woman. My heart was beating more quickly and I felt a bulging in my shorts. She seemed to be messing about with one of the carrier bags, and, as she lifted it, one of the handles must have snapped. The contents fell to the ground. A bag of sugar and a bag of flour burst and shed their contents. A cabbage rolled away and under an adjacent car.“Oh, shit!”The expletive shocked and excited me. Although I didn’t know her, it seemed at odds with her classiness, and, in my imagination, it hinted at another, less lady-like side to her. She squatted on her haunches to pick up some of the items. Her skirt rode up her nylon-clad thighs. To my shock – and delight – I saw a darker band just below her skirt hem, and realized immediately that she was indeed wearing stockings.I gave a low cough to avoid startling her, and tried hard to avert my eyes from her well-toned thighs and stocking tops.“Can, can I help you?” I offered.She looked up and smiled.“Thank you. That’s very kind.”She smiled at me. Her eyes were brown. Shyness at having eye contact with me made me look down at the ground – though I couldn’t resist glancing at her thighs as I squatted beside her. I’d never seen a woman in stockings for real, and lust grew in me to be beside a woman wearing them – and an older, married woman at that.I placed my pool cue on the ground and picked up some of the grocery items. I felt hot with desire and embarrassment. Inside her pin-stripe jacket, the top buttons of her blue satin shirt were open, revealing a short, pearl necklace, and I could see the crease between the tops of her mature breasts. Between her throat and cleft, her skin was marked with faint lines and wrinkles.I knelt down and retrieved the cabbage from under the adjacent car. Between us, we scooped up the carrier bag from underneath and lifted it into the rear hatch of her 4X4. She smiled at me again and rested her hand on my arm. Although I was sure that it wasn’t intended in that way, it struck me as erotic. I glanced down and my eyes rested on her wedding and engagement rings.“Thanks again. It was good of you.”I looked briefly into her smiling eyes, framed by her designer glasses, at her slightly lined face and at her short hair.“Don’t mention it. It was no trouble,” I replied.“Whereabouts are you heading? Perhaps I could give you a lift – as a way of thanking you,” she said. Her voice struck me as sexy, but maybe any voice coming from her would have seemed so.“I… it’s okay. I, I don’t mind walking…”My shyness annoyed me. She smiled again.“I’d like to give you a lift, at least part way. Where do you live?” she persisted. I smiled shyly and told her the area.“That’s on my way,” she insisted. “The least I can do for your kindness is to give you a ride part way – get in.”I was sure that her double “give you a ride” was unintentional, but it aroused me. I sat in the passenger seat, and tried, unsuccessfully, not to look at her legs as she got in and sat beside me. Once again, Escort bayan Ankara I noticed the darker band of tan just below her retreated skirt hem. She shuffled and eased her skirt hem lower down her thigh to cover it. As she swung to take the seat belt, her jacket gaped open. The tailored fit of her shiny blue shirt partly showed the shape and ample size of her breasts.The car set off. I tried to keep my eyes ahead, but they did stray to her legs from time to time. She made easy conversation. I explained that I was working as a waiter in the evenings, but hoped to go to college the following year. She asked where my dad worked and nodded when I told her, adding that that was where her husband worked. I thought it nicely modest that she didn’t add that he was one of the company’s directors. She asked me about my pool playing, saying that she quite fancied learning to play to surprise her husband. Her next words, though phrased innocently, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.“You don’t fancy giving me a lesson, do you?”I was taken aback. Married. More than twice my age. Asking me, a total stranger, back to her house. It was ludicrous to think that she might have ulterior motives towards someone like me. If she was toying with me, rather than my imagining it, I was sure that she must be exacting a kind of gentle revenge for my ogling of her. In any case, I feared giving the impression of reading ulterior, and especially sexual, motives into what was surely intended as entirely harmless.“I, er… I could do, er, Mrs…” I stuttered.She laughed softly, but without any hint of unkindness.“You can call me Wendy. And you’re..?”“Daniel.”“Well, Daniel, I hope I don’t make you nervous. I’m only asking you to give me a pool lesson,” she said reassuringly.I tried to regain my composure.“No. I, I’m just a shy bloke, that’s all, er, Wendy.”I glanced at her hand on the steering wheel and briefly focused on her wedding ring and flashy engagement ring. Using her first name made me blush, given that we had only just met, and given our wide age difference and her married status.“You’ll give me a lesson, then, Daniel?”“Okay. I just can’t help noticing – Wendy…”Again, the use of her first name sent a tingle of excitement down my spine.“…I mean, you’re married, aren’t you? It might not look good if…”She laughed softly again.“My husband’s working away this week. He has a lot of business trips. He loves playing pool with his friends and… I feel a bit left out sometimes…”Her voice trailed off wistfully. I couldn’t help wondering whether her tone of voice was slightly contrived, to be honest.“I reckon he’d be surprised – and delighted – if I could have a game of pool with him!” she said.It seemed pathetic to find further excuses. Besides, I was finding it arousing to be alone with her, and the thought of being with her longer was very appealing. On the other hand, I was afraid of making a fool of myself. I was already half-hard, and feared that she would notice. And if – far-fetched as the thought appeared – if, by the remotest possibility she Bayan escort Ankara was to make a move, however slight, I dreaded revealing my lack of experience.I forced a smile.“Sure. Yes, yes if you like… Wendy…” I faltered.As we drove along the road that almost passed my house, I hoped nobody would see me who knew me. Meanwhile, however, although she didn’t speak non-stop, Wendy made a fair bit of light conversation. I enjoyed the sound of her voice and enjoyed shooting secret glances at her legs and breasts.We entered the wealthier end of town, and I looked enviously at the immaculate, detached houses and well-tended lawns and gardens. After a few more minutes and a few turns, she slowed the car down and pulled onto a driveway in front of a three-car garage.I got out of the car, feeling excited and nervous, and held my pool cue across my groin to hide the bulge in my jeans. She slid out of the car and I followed her to the front door, trying in vain not to watch the mesmerizing sway of her hips and flicking of her skirt hem.We walked down the hall. I glanced into the open doorway of the lounge, and noticed the quality carpet and expensive-looking suite and display cabinet. We passed the dining room, similarly affluently furnished, and she led me into a games room off the kitchen.As well as a high-quality pool table and lighting, there was a refrigerator, a long, low, leather sofa, and a small table made of some exotic wood, maybe teak. Wendy slid off her pin-stripe jacket, and draped it over the arm of the sofa. I glanced furtively at her breasts. Her blue satin blouse shimmered. It fitted her enticingly, neither clinging to her nor quite hanging loosely either. The size and shape of her ample breasts were discernible rather than obvious.She looked me in the eye and smiled. Her lips were painted red, and her brown eyes looked kindly through her glasses.Would you like a beer or something, Daniel?”“Thanks. A beer would be nice, thanks… Wendy.”She kicked off her shoes and walked into the kitchen. Her bum was nicely rounded under her plain black skirt, and the subtle slit in the back gave a tempting glimpse of her lower thigh.Arrived back a few moments later with an open bottle of Budweiser and a glass upturned over the neck. She passed it to me, and I took it from her hand. Again, my eye rested briefly on her wedding ring and at the large diamond of her engagement ring. A shudder of excitement and guilt ran through me at the evident reminder that I was alone with another man’s wife. She had a glass of red wine in her hand. I thanked her and placed the beer on the small table.“I know you may prefer to drink it from the bottle, but I thought I’d give you a glass in case, hon.”HUN! I could hardly believe my ears. Surely this couldn’t be innocent speech – could it? – I wondered, yet her face betrayed no emotion. Either she was naively unaware of the effect she was having on me, or she was teasing me, I decided. The possibility that she was genuinely flirting with me seemed too far-fetched to consider.I set up the fifteen balls on the table and unpacked my cue. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her run her slender finger around the rim of her glass. It seemed oddly erotic. I glanced at her face, her slightly lined throat, and at the rise and fall of her ripe breasts under her satin shirt. I was about to demonstrate how to hold the cue and how to angle it for the break.

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Sheila Evans, aged sixty-two, was a churchwarden in her local parish and she was very dedicated, diligent, and conscientious. She took her duties extremely seriously and she was well respected and appreciated by the members of the clergy and the congregation.Sheila was actually or could be, a very attractive woman but although she did not dress frumpy as such she did not dress to show herself at her best whilst doing her church duties.She actually had a nice pair of tits and a rather spectacular arse but that was not evident in the loose-fitting skirts or dresses she wore whilst going about her churchwardens’ duties.Sheila knew that she had a nice, sexy arse but felt a bit guilty about it thinking that a churchwarden should not have such a provocative backside, even if nobody connected with the church was aware just how sexy her bottom was.Her clothing could not hide the width of her hips but it did disguise the curve of her very full buttocks.Sheila managed to avoid having sexy thoughts whilst she was doing her many church-related duties because she managed not to feel sexy whilst doing them.Away from church and church duties, Sheila Evans was a very different woman. She could and would dress sexily and she liked to tease.She had a good sex life with her husband Simon but she and he had expanded it over the years.She and Simon met some old friends, Tracy and Ken, completely by chance some years previously. They had previously been close whilst living in the same town but the friends moved far away and they gradually lost touch. Back then they had indulged in a bit of wife swapping.In time, Sheila and Simon moved, and purely by coincidence, they moved to a village very close to where their former friends were living and they just happened to bump into each other one day.The four of them started meeting for a drink or a meal and after a while, the swapping restarted, now also involving spanking and caning and lesbian sex for Sheila and Tracy. Their get-togethers sometimes encompassed a whole weekend and Sheila got to love the taste of Tracy’s cunt and loved having her own licked by her female friend.In private, Sheila loved going over Simon’s Ankara bayan escort knee for a long hard spanking or bending over for a caning and she loved to be fucked whilst her arse was still on fire following the spanking or caning.So Sheila Evans was really two different people, the churchwarden, and the highly sexed middle-aged woman.Sheila had recently, and originally reluctantly, branched into something new sexually. She had started conversing online through a sex site and by direct email with a man that her friend Tracy had put her in touch with.Tracy had been having sexual chats with the man, who also wrote online sex stories, for quite a while and their online relationship had become very intense. Tracy would tell Sheila, often in great detail, of the latest online fuck that she had had with the man and how many times she came. She told Sheila that she should get in touch with the man who had made it clear to Tracy that he would very much like to have online contact with Sheila.Sheila was very tempted but very reluctant although she found herself masturbating as she read email messages between Tracy and the man describing yet another fuck.Tracy kept insisting that Sheila should go for it and one day she plucked up the courage to email the man directly to an address that she had had for him for quite some time.The man was delighted to hear from her but determined to take it slowly because he did not want to frighten Sheila away.Whilst their correspondence was sexual, often regarding Sheila’s arse or relating to spanking, they had still not had an online fuck because the man was letting Sheila do things at her own pace.One day, Sheila messaged the man ‘Are we going to fuck or not?’ and that set the floodgates open and they had been having almost daily online fucks ever since with Sheila having some amazing orgasms.Sheila told Tracy that she wished that she had done it sooner.Away from church, Sheila seemed to think of little other than sex and she was never far from the urge to masturbate. She had become a wanton, horny slut, and seemed to have a damp cunt all of the time when not involved with the church.Sheila and her Escort bayan Ankara online male friend had been in the habit of getting together relatively early most days and having very suggestive and very explicit online sex culminating in Sheila having an orgasm or, quite often, more than one.The man had told her that it would not be possible for him to be online one particular morning so Sheila would have to go without her cybersex. She could, of course, just have masturbated but that lacked the excitement of having a good online fuck. She did feel incredibly horny though.She phoned Tracy to see if she fancied some lesbian sex but although Tracy would have been up for it, she couldn’t because she was playing golf.Sheila looked at her naked body in her wardrobe mirror and complimented herself on looking so hot. She looked at her rounded buttocks and thought that she would not mind having a good spanking or a caning, she would probably suggest it to Simon that evening but he was out for the day so the evening would be the first opportunity.She ran her fingers over her cunt lips and thought of masturbating as she watched herself in the mirror but something, subconsciously, seemed to tell her to hold off because there might be another sexual outlet on the horizon although, if there was, Sheila had no idea what it was.Sheila decided to walk into the village to try to take her mind off sex a bit but as she thought of little else, it was not likely to be the case. She had a tight-fitting skirt on, way tighter than anything she wore for church duties, and she giggled to herself when she looked in the mirror and saw her panty line of her almost obscenely brief knickers.She had a blouse on and a bra cupping her sizeable tits. If she was going out on the pull then she was certainly dressed for it although there was not much ‘talent’ to be pulled in the village normally.She had makeup on that made her look midway between sexy and tarty, she looked good for a night out in a big town but possibly not quite right for a late morning in an English village, but Sheila didn’t care. She felt horny and dressed hornily.If she came across anyone from Bayan escort Ankara the church community, they would probably not recognise her.She had almost reached the village when she thought that she probably looked too sexy for the time and place and decided to turn back and go home, masturbation seemed appealing.”Hello, Mrs Evans?” said a male voice.Sheila turned to see a very good-looking young man who, after an instant, she recognised.”Oh, hello Henry, how are you?” said Sheila, with an expression that must have been somewhere between a sexy smile and shock.”I am well thank you; You are looking, um, very well,” said the young man.Henry Edwards was aged twenty-two and was the son of one of the female vicars. He was at university but obviously now home.”Thank you, Henry, you are looking..well too,” said Sue, probably still with the same expression on her face.There was a brief silence as they both seemed to be wondering if the other was thinking the same thing as them.”Um, you are obviously home from uni,” said Sheila, just for something to say.”Yes, I came home yesterday,” replied Henry, who was into mature women and was thinking how fuckable Sheila Evans looked.”It is very good to see you, Henry,” said Sheila, wanting to ask him to fuck her but not daring to.”It is very good to see you, too, Mrs Evans,” replied Henry, his cock stiffening in his jeans.”Your mother might not approve of you talking to me with me looking like this,” said Sheila, nervously.”My mother would not approve of a lot of things that I do, Mrs Evans,” said Henry, his sexy eyes fixed on Sheila, who was feeling her skimpy knickers getting damp.”Call me Sheila,” replied the turned-on woman.”You look gorgeous, Sheila,” said the well-built and tall Henry.”Thank you, Henry; I am thinking such naughty things,” said Sheila.”The same naughty things as I am thinking?” responded Henry.”Quite possibly; I think that I should be given a good spanking,” said Sheila, longing to put her hands on Henry’s manly chest.”You have a lovely bottom, Sheila,” said Henry now fully erect in his jeans as he moved to look at Sheila’s backside in her tight skirt.”Would you spank it for me, please, Henry,” said Sheila.”I would love to; Is now a good time?” answered Henry.”Now would be perfect; My husband is out for the day; We have plenty of time,” said Sheila.”No time to lose then,” said Henry.”Indeed, follow me,” said Sheila, heading for home.

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RachelI awoke slowly, opening my eyes and taking in the room that I was in.  I had had the most bizarre dream, but it had felt so real.  Once my eyes had adjusted to the light I could see Ashley laying in the bed next to me.  It hadn’t been a dream at all, last night had really happened.I could feel the amazing post-sex soreness within my pussy.  Just thinking about it was making me fairly horny already.  Last night had been the first time I had ever done anything with another woman.  That creature that Ashley had called her Master, first off existed. Then I had sex with it, which I didn’t even know what it was.I slipped a hand beneath the blanket and rested it on my pussy.  Slowly I began to rub my lips working my way towards my clit.  How was I this horny and what was I thinking doing this right next to Ashley while she slept?  But it didn’t matter to me in the slightest as my hand continued to work itself across my sensitive sex.Soon I was lost in the moment slipping two fingers within myself and using the palm of my hand to rub against my clit as I fingered myself.  The other hand rested on my left breast lightly massaging it and squeezing.  I must have really gotten into this session because soon my body was twitching and shaking in the bed and I couldn’t have cared less.  My gasps and moans were clearly audible. I must have made enough noise that it had woken Ashley from her sleep.  As my eyes opened and rolled back in my head I could see out of the corner of my eye that Ashley was laying next to me with her own hand on her pussy.  I couldn’t hold back, no, I didn’t want to hold back any longer.  I pulled my hand out of my pussy and quickly rolled over so that I was on top of Ashley.  My fingers already wet with my arousal found her wet opening and easily made their way inside of her.  She moaned underneath me as I began fingering her. I was shocked when I felt her hand at my own opening, then her fingers worked their way inside of me. There we were, I was hovering atop of her on all fours fingering her while she fingered me.  I couldn’t have ever imagined a situation like this could ever happen a mere twenty-four hours ago, yet here I was.  Two of my fingers slipped in and out of Ashley’s wetness while she gave me the same treatment.  I had never thought that I was bisexual or interested in women, but it felt as if a hesitation had been removed in my head and opened me to a new world of possibilities.  We stared at each other for a long moment, just looking into the other’s eyes as little moans escaped our mouths and pleasure flashed across our faces.  I knew what I wanted and I leaned in and gave her a kiss.  Ashley accepted it and returned it in kind.  Soon we were laying on top of each other making out while fingering the other.  Her chest and body felt so warm against mine. I knew that I needed more than just being fingered to reach my orgasm and I wanted it badly.  Ashley must have had a similar thought because she withdrew her fingers from me and with that same hand pulled my fingers out of her.  She then somewhat gracefully rolled me over so that I was beneath her now and she grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my sides.  The look on her face was full of desire and lust and it did nothing other than excite me further. She looked like a predator deciding what to do with her prey. As if I was ready for her to use me as she saw fit. The only difference was that I wanted to be her prey, I hadn’t thought that I did but I knew now that I did. She could use me in service of our Master and for her own pleasure and should they be kind enough, return that pleasure to me.  She took my hands and laid them at my sides and sat upright hovering over my stomach. She began to walk on her knees up the rest of my body until her pussy was mere inches from my face. I don’t know if it was the moment, the nature of it, or if I was completely imagining it but I could swear that I felt the heat emanating from it.  The smell of her arousal filled the area and I was intoxicated by the smell.  Once she was positioned above my mouth she took my hands that were still laying by my side and brought them to her hips. Her hands covered mine and held my hands in place at her hips.  A quick glance down from her was the only warning I received as she lowered herself onto my lips and mouth.  I had never gone down on a woman and felt completely unsure of where I should start. I realized Ankara escort how stupid I was being and decided to start where I liked the men I had been with previously to start. Ashley had already begun rocking her hips against my mouth lightly clearly not willing to wait for me to participate. With my hands being held so tightly to her hips I had very little control over her movements or body. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue finding her wet folds and giving her a little lick. I traced the tip of my tongue over her hot opening until I found myself where I wanted to be. I gave a very light, tentative lick on her clit, not sure how sensitive hers was.  A small gasp answered my lick and I decided that I was good to begin in earnest. I began to lick the area surrounding her clit, gently licking the sides of her knob as I went.  This met me with feeling her tighten the muscles in her legs. I soon moved to give her clit more direct attention. I must have been pretty good at going down on her because it wasn’t long before she was moaning atop of me and moving her hips in unison with my licking and sucking. Suddenly she tightened her thighs to the side of my head squeezing me a bit while her moaning became much louder but also muffled by her thighs holding my head in place and covering my ears.  With my head unable to move I attacked her most sensitive nub with everything I could. Her bucking on top of me became more animated and frantic. Knowing my own behavior when I was close to orgasm I knew not to change my current method and continued my assault. I couldn’t imagine that it would be too much longer for her.  I was right and she soon began shaking above me.  I could feel each shiver from her orgasm as her thighs were still held tight to my head.  The muffled sounds of her moans barely reached my ears.  I kept my tongue lapping away at her as she clearly was enjoying every second of the attention I was giving her.  I closed my eyes and simply focused on the feeling of her sex on my tongue and lips. When I next opened my eyes and looked up there were several black tentacles wrapped around Ashley’s body.  The thick appendages were twisted around her torso with one wrapped around her neck. Our Master was back. The tentacle around her neck twisted itself further until it reached her mouth and entered it.  The scene unfolding on top of me was so arousing and yet Ashley kept my hands held tight to her hips.  She was not allowing me to touch or pleasure myself at all.  I tried to pull my hands free but she simply clamped down on them tighter. More tentacles began wrapping themselves around her body. Drops of slime occasionally fell down on me, one even managed to land near Ashley’s clit and I hungrily lapped at it while spreading it around her nub. Tentacles wrapped themselves loosely around her arms and continued twisting down the length until they wrapped around my hand as well. The image of Ashley atop of me with black tentacles all around her body with her skin showing all over where the tentacles had not covered her and contrasting the dark tentacles drove me wild.  How I longed to be in her position right now.  Soon I felt a tentacle wrap itself around my neck, it was somewhat tight but not so tight as to restrict my ability to breathe.  The end of that tentacle slid upwards running itself along the length of the bottom of my jaw.  As I continued to lick Ashley’s pussy the tentacle curled up from the bottom of my chin and found her opening.  A muffled gasp or maybe a scream came from above but I wasn’t going to stop what I was doing. I could feel the length of the tentacle as it slid around my neck to plunge into Ashley and then withdraw. The slick feeling of the tentacle running around my neck. I had to get off somehow, but I was completely restrained.  All I could do was pleasure Ashley along with our Master. It didn’t take much longer before Ashley had reached her orgasm.  It flowed through her body violently and she began bucking and shaking. My head was held even tighter by her thighs and she shook my head with each twitch and spasm of her legs.  She screamed out as her hands tightened their grip on my hands so much I was worried that she might break my hands. Her orgasm seemed to last for several minutes before she stopped moving, clearly exhausted from the experience she had just had.  The tentacles around her Ankara escort bayan body withdrew themselves and the one around my neck pulled itself out of her sex and unwound itself from my neck. This left a trail of slime and her wetness around my neck. Once her body was free from the tentacles she began leaning to the side before collapsing onto the bed next to me. I was lucky as she fell she had managed not to hit me in the face with her leg. With her pussy removed from my face I could feel the cool air of the room as it met with my soaked lips, chin, and basically the lower half of my face.  I had not realized how wet Ashley had been and how much my face had been covered, but I wasn’t complaining.  Quite the opposite, I was even more turned on now.  As I looked around the room all of the tentacles had disappeared, clearly, I would not be getting any attention from my Master.  That was his choice to decide when I get his pleasure though, so I would not complain. I looked over at Ashley who was asleep now, softly breathing. I pulled myself out from under her leg and curled up next to her and soon fell asleep myself.  We both awoke a while later and just smiled at each other.  We gave each other a kiss Ashley said that we should go shower. “After we shower, I think I have a good idea for us,” I said. Ashley looked at me with a curious furrowed brow, but I think she realized that was all I was going to share.  She got out of bed and sauntered towards her bathroom and I assumed the shower.  As she walked I watched the slight sway of her figure, glancing up and down her body.  How had I never noticed how attractive Ashley was before? Didn’t matter now, as I hopped out of bed to quickly follow her to the shower.  Once we had finished showering we had taken a quick drive to my apartment to get myself a change of clothes before hitting the road again.  I hadn’t told Ashley anything more about what I was thinking or where we were going. “Are you really not going to even give me the slightest hint about where you’re taking me?” The little smirk at the corner of my mouth gave her all the answer she needed as she crossed her arms across her chest with an exaggerated pouting face.  It was alright though, once we got there she would understand.  Then she would thank me.  I pulled into a parking lot and turned off the car. Ashley looked at the store in front of us and began to understand. “You brought me to a sex store?  That’s a little presumptuous of you, isn’t it?” she said. I simply returned her smile and got out of the car.  She soon followed behind me as I made it to the front door.  I held the door open and she headed in with me right behind her.  I didn’t know if Ashley had ever been to an actual sex store before or if she simply ordered her toys online.  I had never been to a physical sex store before but I strangely wanted to share the experience with Ashley.  Ashley began walking around the store with wide eyes, no doubt imagining the endless possibilities.  I took another path through the store looking at the variety of items and toys surrounding us. I was looking through several of the lingerie options the store had available, feeling the wetness clinging to my panties between my legs. My desire had not subsided since this morning and I would need a release soon. “Hey Rachel, come over here and take a look at this,” Ashley shouted from the other side of the store. I headed in her direction and soon found myself in front of the display that she clearly wanted me to see.  Before us was a display board with a wide variety of strapons hanging from hooks in their packaging.  What Ashley was thinking was clear, she either wanted to do me or wanted me to do her. “Oh, is someone feeling like fucking me properly?” I asked her.  “I was definitely thinking about being in a doggy style position with you behind me, pulling my hair and fucking me with one of these,” she responded so casually. I felt my heart rate increase and that gentle ache in my loins as I generated a mental image of that scene.  Why was I so incredibly horny all of a sudden?  It was taking so much of my willpower to not push Ashley against the wall and slide my hand in her pants and beg for her to pleasure me.  “It looks like you are enjoying that idea,” she said coyly before running her hand over several of the strapon options.  “So which one are you thinking Escort Ankara you would like me to fuck you with?” “I don’t really know.  I’ve never tried something like this.  I have no idea what to look for in something like this.” I also had no idea, or even where to begin. So many different options. “You know what, let’s start simply with the size we want.  Then we’ll work from there.” I said. She nodded in agreement and began pursuing the options and grabbing a few of the options off the hooks.  She handed me a few to hold while she looked and I thought she had made some good choices so far.  Once she was finished I had about six options in my arms. “I think these are a good size.  I don’t want to get them too big, I’m not a crazy porn star who can take an ungodly sized dick.” I agreed with her and laid them on a short table behind us that had a bunch of different lubes on it.  Five of the options had straps that would be used to hold the dildo in place but the sixth option was strapless and looked like it was meant to be inserted into the first woman and then held while fucking the other person. “This one looks exciting but I have a feeling it is going to be tough to keep this inside when we get too wet or have slime on it,” I said. “Agreed” She put that one back and that left us with five options.  I mentioned that I liked the options that had a part that could be inserted into the wearer for their pleasure.  That left us with two options.  A black strapon that was about six inches long and a vibrant pink one that was probably seven inches long.  “I’m not going to lie, I would really enjoy seeing this vibrant pink cock sliding in and out of you while I thrust into you,” I said. That seemed to seal the deal and she put back the black one and held onto the pink one. She continued walking down the aisle as I headed in the opposite direction. I circled back to the lingerie area and grabbed a few options. Then I was back to looking around. I came upon a section of dildos and a double-ended dildo drew my attention.  It was a translucent pink and was probably around sixteen inches long. I couldn’t resist and grabbed one of them to add to my pile. I glanced over at Ashley and see she had several boxes now clutched in her arms and was making her way to the checkout counter.  I was surprised by the number of boxes she had grabbed but couldn’t make out what any of them were. I moved past the dildo section and saw the perfect item. “Ashley, come over here real quick.  I found the perfect thing!” Ashley left the boxes at the counter as she headed my way.  When she got to me I showed her what I had picked up from the shelf in front of me.  Her eyes lit up immediately, understanding exactly what I was thinking and proposing. I couldn’t hold back my excited smile.  When we made it to the counter all of her items were in bags and she finished checking out.  I tried to sneak a peek but she shooed me away telling me that I would see in time.  I checked out my items, paid and soon we were back in the car heading to Ashley’s house.  Ashley was in the passenger seat and was clearly horny by how she was shifting around.  I understood because I was hitting the very limit of my own arousal without any release.Ashley turned to me, “Do you have a compact in your purse?” I nodded and she leaned over the armrest and reached into the back seat grabbing my purse.  She moved her hand around inside of it blindly until her fingers hit the compact. She withdrew her hand holding it and sat back in her seat. I wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted with it. I was trying to focus on the road but could see her hands running over her body. Her hands slid up her chest and came to rest on her breasts.  She teasingly squeezed them clearly unable to wait until we got back to her house.  She put two fingers in her mouth to get them wet before sliding them into her pants, a gasp escaping as her fingers made it to their destination.  She took her other hand from her breasts and held open the compact as if she was checking herself out in the mirror.  I chanced a glance over and could see the mirror inside the compact flex and I immediately knew what she was thinking.  A black tentacle emerged and twisted through the air in the car with us.  Ashley put the compact on the ground by her feet and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants.  The tentacle extended itself further from the mirror until it reached her pantie line. The tentacle curved and made its way under her panties and to what I had to imagine was her wet opening. She gasped and I knew that the tentacle was now fucking her. I was filled with envy, lust, and jealousy. I wanted this treatment but had so far been left unsatisfied all day.  

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Standing at the door at the back of her parents’ restaurant, Kate willed herself to open it. “Why the hell am I here on a Saturday morning?” she asked out loud. Slowly, she turned the doorknob, stepping inside and letting it close behind her. The familiar noises of the back of the house in a restaurant filled the room. Pans clanging, waitresses shouting out orders, the dishwasher hissing with the current load. “I thought I gave this up when I got a real job,” she chuckled to herself. It was the middle of the morning rush and things were crazy as usual. Since this was really the only good diner in the county, it was where everyone went for Saturday morning breakfast. “There you are!” her mother yelled from her side. “Late as usual,” she chuckled, shaking her head. Kate turned to look into the small office just inside the door. “Momma, what am I doing here?” she asked. Standing and walking around the desk, her mother, Sue, gave her a big hug. “I need some help, hon,” she said. “And you need to get your butt out of that apartment and back into the game!” “This again, Momma?” Kate moaned. “I am doing fine. Leave it be!” she snapped. “Well, if this is fine, I want nothing to do with it,” Sue chuckled. “Baby, it’s been almost two years. When are you going to get on with life?” she softly asked her daughter as she held her close. “Momma, how? How do you just move on from that? Tell me, how do I forget him?” Kate asked softly. “Well, I will tell you how you won’t forget him and move on. That’s work at the factory five days a week, drive straight home, and then not come out of your apartment until Monday morning!” she quipped in her motherly tone. “That obviously isn’t going to do it!” “I’m not ready Momma, I’m just not,” she said as she pulled away from her mother’s embrace. “Oh, ok,” her mother whispered. “But you’re staying here and helping with the morning rush, that you’re not getting out of,” she chuckled. “Come on, let’s take a look out front. Come on.” Kate headed toward the front, with Sue close behind. “It’s going to be a good morning. We’ve been steady since we opened,” she said as Kate opened the door. “See, full! Ugh,” she grunted as she slammed into the back of Kate, who had frozen in the doorway. “Honey, move!” she said, pushing Kate out of the way. She stepped around Kate, who was frozen solid, not moving at all. “Honey, what the?” she started to ask. “Oh, oh my god,” she whispered. “Um, hello Kate, Mrs. Johnson,” said a handsome young man sitting in the first chair Ankara escort at the counter. Kate just stared at him. His T-shirt was being stretched by his physique, large arms, pecks looking like they were chiseled out of granite. “Tommy, what are you? Why are you here?” she asked. “And why today?” She looked at her mother. “Momma, you did this! You set it all up, didn’t you? How could you?” she yelled as she turned and ran back through the kitchen, headed to the back door. Sue looked at the young man. “You, get your behind in that corner booth and don’t move a finger, you got that?” she ordered. “We need to talk,” she added before chasing behind Kate. “Kate!” she yelled. Kate’s long, dark ponytail was flying from side to side wildly as she ran through the back door. When Sue made it out of the door, the gravel was flying against the diner wall as Kate tore out of the parking lot in her pickup truck. Tires screeched as she hit the county road and she was gone. “Well, no doubt she’s got her daddy’s temper,” she chuckled. ****** Sue walked to the booth where Tommy was sitting and set a breakfast plate down in front of him. “Now, you want to tell me what the hell you’re doing here after almost two years?” she asked as she sat down. “Thanks, Mrs. Johnson,” he said as he hungrily attacked the breakfast. He stopped shoveling food into his mouth and looked up at Kate’s mom. “I need her, Mrs. Johnson, I quit my job and drove all night to get home, to see her.” “Wow, quit your job,” she mused. “I don’t know what to do, Mrs. Johnson,” he said, continuing to plow through the food in front of him. “First, call me Sue, and second, when are you going to grow a set of balls, Sonny Boy?” she asked him, not able to hide her disappointment. “Sue, listen, I’m 26… I don’t like you calling me ‘boy’ like that,” he snapped at her. Sue broke into a belly laugh in front of him. “Boy, you and my daughter couldn’t find your asses with both hands…. you’re far from adults,” she chuckled. “You show me you’re an adult, and I will drop the boy title, fair enough?” she asked him. “Damn, Sue, that’s kind of brutal,” he said solemnly. “I’m sorry, Tommy, but dammit, this has gone on long enough and I need you to man up, got it?” she scolded. “Look, you’re the only man that she has ever given her heart to, and you’re the only one that can fix this, now listen to me,” she told him, then she began laying out for him what he needed to do to win Kate back. ****** Kate sat Ankara escort bayan on her couch, propped up in the corner, her legs pulled up under her. Jamey Johnson’s You Should Have Seen It In Color was playing on the stereo. She had a box of tissues, half of which were full of tears, and balled up and tossed on the end table next to her. How could she do that? How could she set me up like that with Tommy? Jesus Christ, that was pushy! she thought to herself. Suddenly, she was startled by a loud and forceful knock at the door. “Kate, open up, it’s me, Tommy,” came a plea from outside. “Leave me alone, go play games with my mother!” she yelled back. “Kate, come on, open up. Your mother was just as surprised as you were. Hell, my family doesn’t even know I’m in town yet,” he told her. “Then why are you back?” she asked loudly as she stood up to walk to the window. She pulled back the curtain to see Tommy standing with a dozen roses and a bag that looked like groceries. “What do you want?” she asked, taking in all of him as he stood outside. “I want what I’ve wanted for almost two years, Kate. I want to talk to you, to apologize to you, to see you,” he told her. “Open the door, please, baby?” “I am not your baby! I am so mad at you!” she yelled through the door. “You broke my heart and just left like I meant nothing to you,” she told him, the tears running from her eyes again. “Why should I let you in?” “Because I love you,” he replied. “I am an idiot and an ass and I know it.” “Go on…” she pushed. “I was wrong to lose my temper, but baby, you’ve been wrong to not let me talk to you too,” he pushed back. “I’m not the one that was so interested in his new job that he just dumped his high school sweetheart, am I?” she snapped. “Kate, open up, let’s talk. I miss you and need you,” he pleaded. His heart leapt when he heard the door latch open, then Kate opened the door slightly. “Alright, come in,” she sniffed. “But we are a long way from ok, just know that.” Tommy held the roses out for Kate to take. “I understand, but please take this,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled through the tears. “They’re beautiful.” She put them to her face and took a big sniff of them. Stepping aside, “very beautiful,” she said softly as Tommy walked into the apartment. Tommy set the bag down on the small kitchen table and started to unload it. “You still have the grill?” he asked as he pulled two nice steaks out of the bag and put them in the fridge. Escort Ankara “Yeah, I use it a lot,” Kate said, standing next to the table, still holding the flowers. She watched him unpack everything for dinner; asparagus, potatoes, wine, and whiskey. “Holy shit, you going to get me drunk?” she giggled. “Well, if you want to partake, then perhaps,” he chuckled. “I just thought that since things are so tense, maybe we could use some help relaxing.” “Altoids?” she asked, looking at the small metal box next to the wine. “Well, that is not, um, Altoids, it’s a few joints,” he said nervously. “It is something that I got into in Chicago.” He looked at her, trying to judge her reaction. “Wanna give it a try?” “Um, yeah, I am cool with it,” she said nonchalantly. “Sandy and I get high when she comes over.” “Sandy Jones? You and her still hang out?” he asked. “Yeah, we’ve become really, um, close,” she smiled. “Cool,” Tommy replied, then he cleared everything from the table. He poured two Jack and Cokes and joined Kate on the couch. “Your body is still amazing,” Kate said softly as Tommy sat next to her. “I’ve really missed you, like, really.” He handed her drink to her and sat his on the coffee table. He then took a joint out and lit it, taking a hit and passing it to Kate. Eager to calm down, she took the joint and took a huge hit off of it, then handed it back to Tommy. Before long, the joint was gone, and the tension began to lift. Tommy told Kate about his time in Chicago, and how miserable he was without her. As they talked, he moved closer to Kate. She did not move away. Soon he had his hand on her thigh. Kate told him about everything he had missed and apologized for not reading his letters or returning his calls. She told him she wanted him to suffer. “That’s ok,” he said. “I deserved it.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. She responded by kissing him back passionately. “I am so sorry, Kate,” he whispered, with his forehead on hers. “I was so hurt, so confused,” she told him. “I was so angry that I wanted to make you suffer like you had made me suffer,” she admitted. “I’m sorry.” She leaned in and put her arms around his neck and kissed him sensually, biting his bottom lip before pushing her tongue into his mouth. The joint and drinks had calmed her down, and had also lit her fire. It wasn’t long before the two were lying on the couch together, kissing and petting. “Oh, Kate, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Tommy groaned. “You know I’ve missed you, too,” she moaned. “I have not been with another man since you left, you’re still my only man,” she told him. “Well, I’ve had a couple of one-night stands, just want to be honest,” he admitted. “That’s cool, I understand,” she moaned as Tommy undid her jeans and started to pull them off her hips.

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My girl, Spacey Tracy, left for the day to meet up with one of her friends. I had the afternoon to myself, and I was going to take full advantage of the downtime to spread out and relax.I took a long and very hot shower to wake up, and in the midst of absentmindedly playing with my balls, I decided to shave them clean. I can’t tell you how good the cream felt on my skin, but my balls tingled the entire time, and by the end, my cock was hard as a rock. There’s just something about the sharp blade on such sensitive skin, plus I know my girl will appreciate it, too. She keeps herself immaculately groomed.I threw on a pair of boxers and an old tee, and then I settled on the couch to watch the game. I must have drifted off because my next memory is of my girl loudly returning home with her friend in tow. They both had been drinking—no surprise—but her friend was clearly distraught over something. I had little to no interest in finding out how or why, but I knew that I was going to get roped in, so I recorded the rest of the game and turned the tv off.My girl is pleasantly plump and curvy in all the right places. Her tits are good-sized, but not obscene. Her friend is a little heavier, but her knockers are humongous. I’ve always fantasized about losing myself in them, and I’d be willing to bet that she’s like a caged tiger in bed. Though, I never really got the sense that she’d be game. She was always just a little too shy.They came in and sat down next to me, with my girl in between. She proceeded to tell me all about how her friend had a fight with her boyfriend. He said some nasty things, so she was in a fragile state. They tried to drink her pain away, but it was still there. I could tell by the look in her eye that my girl Ankara bayan escort had something else in mind.She excused herself to the bathroom with a smile, leaving me alone with her friend. There was no way to hide my interest in her body, especially with that impossibly short skirt she was wearing and her skin-tight buttoned-up shirt. In fact, from where I was sitting, I could see the rolls of her belly along with a good part of her breast in a beautiful lace bra. My cock was clearly straining at my boxes, not to mention that a pool of pre-cum was starting to show.She saw it too, and I could tell that it was increasingly difficult for her to ignore it. My girl came around the corner and in her typically direct fashion said, “Baby, it isn’t going to suck itself. You are.” I pulled her close to me, mashing her tits into my chest, and kissed her deeply.My girl came over to help her friend out of her clothes, taking great care to tease both of us with her painfully slow striptease. The shirt came off first, then she removed her bra, only to cover her massive rack with her hands. She revealed her nipples, first pulling on them and then squeezing them back into her chest. I couldn’t wait to get a taste.Her friend stood up so my girl could unzip and lower her skirt. She immediately became shy and crossed her legs. My girl rubbed her pussy through her panties from behind until she loosened up, and then it became clear why she was so demure: she hadn’t shaved in quite some time and her bush was full!I stood up, turned her around, and slid her thong over her bare, beautiful ass. I couldn’t pass up my chance to eat her hairy pussy, so I knelt behind her and buried my face in it. My girl Escort bayan Ankara never ever has even a hair, not even around her asshole, so this was a real treat for me.She reached down between her legs and started to rub my cock. My girl told me to sit down so her friend could kneel before me. We did as we were asked. She attacked my cock like she hadn’t seen one in months, pushing me deeper and deeper down her throat until she packed the whole thing in. My girl was as shocked as I was turned on. Neither of us had any idea she had it in her.My girl unceremoniously stripped, which never really takes long anyway, as she rarely wears panties and doesn’t much care for bras, either. Even so, I could tell that she was dying to join in the fun. She knelt next to her friend and wrestled my cock free from her mouth. They kissed a most sensual kiss before I reminded them that my cock wasn’t going to suck itself. They were.Trace was out to prove that she was the more talented and tenacious, but then again, she was always escalating to prove her case. I was more than content to have them try to one-up each other on my cock, but after a while, I wanted something else.I stood up, pulled them up one by one, kissed them individually, let them kiss, and then joined their kiss. I turned her friend around, bent her over the back of the couch, aimed my cock for her hairy pussy, and slammed it in without any warning. She was so wet I hit her cervix on the first try. She let out a yelp and then slammed her ass back into my body. My girl wiggled underneath her so she could suck on her friend’s clit as my cleanly shaven balls brushed across her forehead. I’m not religious, but this sure felt as close Bayan escort Ankara to heaven on earth.I pulled my cock out every so often to throat fuck my girl. After all, she was in the perfect position for it and she loves to gag on my cock when she’s on her back. Her friend flipped around to snatch my cock from her and put it in her mouth. My head was spinning, so I sat down and pulled her friend on top of my cock so she could ride me. I grabbed two handfuls of ass as she did.Just then, I noticed my girl standing before us with an evil grin. I knew exactly where this was going when she unleashed a stream of hot piss from her beautiful hairless pussy all over her friend’s tits. I nearly burst when it hit my cock and balls. Nothing, nothing is more slippery than piss, and my body went into overdrive as it washed over me. I turned into a pure fucking machine, relentlessly pounding her friend’s pussy until I couldn’t last anymore.My girl was furiously fingering herself as she licked her piss off of her friend when I announced that I was about to blow. Tracy pulled my cock out and milked me all over her friend’s hairy bush as both girls exploded with orgasms of their own. I must have had seven or eight thick gobs of cum shoot out of me, mixing with my girl’s piss, matting in her friend’s now tangled mess of hair. My girl slurped every last drop of it off of her, as her friend begged for it in her mouth. Here I was watching my load being swapped between the two of them, each one begging to get it back so she could be the one to swallow it.Her friend was the one to finally take it. It was only fair then that I stood over her and fucked it down her throat with my cock. She collapsed in a heap when I pulled out, and my girl dutifully cleaned up the trail of cum and saliva from her mouth to my cock. She then went back to licking her friend’s body clean, while I knelt behind her to lick the piss from her pussy and inner thighs. We finished with another group kiss, sharing all of our tastes on each other’s tongues.Fucking hot, don’t you think?

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It didn’t take long for Suzy to discover that her husband had been spying on her and her young lover. She was dusting the tops of the window frames in the living room when she noticed a tiny lens poking through the drywall. Her mind spun in confusion. I thought the cameras were only outside and in the entry way, she thought to herself. Why would there be one here? She turned on the step ladder to understand the camera’s field of view. What is to see here?The moment she asked herself that question her stomach sank. She had fucked Davie on the coffee table beneath her just yesterday. And Davie had bent her over the arm of that sofa and taken her ass a few days prior. In a panic, she downloaded the home security app and easily hacked her way in using Dan’s favorite password — their anniversary date.Suzy’s worst fears were realized. Dan had apparently placed these tiny cameras all over the house. There was a perfect view of nearly all of Suzy and Davie’s favorite fuck spots: the staircase, the kitchen counter, the guest bedroom, the upstairs hallway in front of the mirror, and, of course, the pool house.Out of respect, Suzy had kept Davie out of her and Dan’s bedroom. As it turned out, Dan had installed several cameras in the master suite, as well. There was a view of the total room, a detailed view of their bed, and even a focused shot of the chaise lounge. Dan had railed Suzy there just last night.Suzy went to the calendar section of the app. Her heart raced when she realized she could scan through the previous seven days. Even Suzy was shocked at how much sex Ankara bayan escort one lusty MILF — herself! — could have in that short a time. Dan had her twice in those seven days. Davie had been with her four times. But despite all that attention, Suzy had made love to herself with wand, dildo, or fingers every day. And, her husband, could watch, or rewatch, every moment.The most shocking images did not include Suzy, however. As Suzy thumbed through the various days and camera views, she saw a flash of blonde hair. She thumbed back, and there, in the middle of her bed, Dan was fucking the proverbial shit out of some young blonde. She was on her back, with her legs spread wide and pushed back over her shoulders, and Dan was plowing the slut in her little pink asshole. And she seemed to be loving it. Suzy checked the date and time. It was Sunday morning… while Suzy and their daughter were at the church picnic.Enraged, and more than a little turned on, Suzy headed up to her bedroom, shedding clothes as she went. She stripped off the duvet cover, pulled every toy she owned from her nightstand and dumped them on the bed. She then flung herself into the middle of the pile. Knowing all the camera angles, Suzy proceeded to put on a show worthy of the dirtiest of cam girls. With her largest dildo stretching her asshole, her Hitachi on full power, and her pinched, distended nipples calling to the camera, Suzy came in an intense fury. When she at last recovered her breath, she looked toward the camera she knew to be above the bed, Escort bayan Ankara and gave it a long double-bird as she mouthed, “Fuck you, Daniel.”~Davie walked into Suzy’s backyard. He was nervous, and very wary about what he was getting into. Things had gotten weird over the last week, with Suzy sharing that her husband had been watching them via hidden cameras for over a month. If that wasn’t shock enough, Davie learned that the husband liked it. And so, Suzy and he had been putting on a show, having the wildest of sex, like a cam-couple fucking for Bitcoin.Somehow, it got even weirder, as Suzy had the husband watch them in person. He sipped an old fashioned at the kitchen counter while they banged like porn stars on the family room couch. Later, he happily jerked-off while Suzy and Davie sixty-nined on the living room floor. And now, Suzy had set up the wildest thing yet, in celebration of her impending 39th birthday.Davie rounded the corner to see Suzy standing knee-deep on the pool stairs, holding a drink. She was in her red bikini — Davie’s favorite. Her husband, Dan, as well as a tall, fit older guy who looked a lot like Pastor William stood waist deep in the shallow end. Neither noticed Davie, as they were both fixated on Suzy’s firm, curvy body. A cute blonde hung-out awkwardly on the pool deck. She was pretty, in a tall, waif-like kind of way. Her long hair partly covered her small, topless breasts. She seemed to be about Davie’s age, but he did not know her. He had seen her before, though, on Suzy’s iPad, Bayan escort Ankara being fucked by Dan.“Davie!” Suzy gleefully shouted when she saw him. “We can finally get this party started! Make my young stud a drink, won’t you please, Danny?”Davie welcomed anything to calm his nerves, but whatever Dan poured him was well beyond the Natty-Lite beer he was used to. The brown concoction burned as it traveled down and went straight to Davie’s head. The blonde recognized his distress and poured some Coca-Cola into his glass. Davie thanked her with an embarrassed smile. She introduced herself as “Gwen,” and gave Davie a wink.“This is going to be some kinky shit,” Gwen said as she took a sip from David’s glass. Davie glanced at Gwen’s pert nipples peeking through her blonde tresses, and his cock stirred. Maybe I can do this, he thought to himself~Suzy stepped from the pool and walked across the deck toward the house. With a few tugs her red bikini fell away. The guys followed every step, of course, but even Gwen had to admire the hot perfection of her fitness-MILF form.“Freshen your drinks if you like. I’ll be upstairs… if you want me,” Suzy said with a naughty smile as she gave her lusty audience a sexy twirl as before entering the house. There was a moment’s hesitation and then Daniel and Pastor William splashed through the pool water to follow her. Young Davie was well ahead of them. Gwen rolled her eyes and sauntered behind the cock-bobbing crowd.When Davie got to Suzy’s room he found her on all-fours in a seductive pose. The spectacular ass that he now knew so well was spread before him, and she looked back at him with a warm, almost maternal, smile.“Ah, Davie, I knew you’d be first. Drop those shorts and shove that thing in me. Believe me, I’m already warmed up,” Suzy said. Her maternal look had passed and been replaced by the lusty MILF he was now so used to.

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