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He was washing his hands when she walked into the bathroom. She indicated that he should unzip her black dress and his trembling hands Anadolu Yakası Escort did as she Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan Escort Anadolu Yakası asked. He was astonished when her dress hit the floor. She hooked her fingers into her knickers.“Shall I?” He nodded. He had made up his mind that it would be shaved. It was, but he was amazed by the sheer length of her cock.Her smile was copacetic and the kiss caused her erection to brush against his excited state. “My place or yours?” She asked.“Right here,” he replied, squeezing hard.

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Awakening The priest had heard the door shut quietly and settled into a comfortable position, ready to hear the usual liturgy of minor transgressions that would be forgiven with his scale of “Hail Mary’s” by way of absolution. Twenty minutes later, and having received an education in the emergence of one of his parishioners from drudge to the exalted woman she now was, he was, for the first time in his life, unable to dispense a suitable punishment and suspected that the occupant of the booth, was not looking for forgiveness. The story he had listened to in silence, had taken him unprepared and, in truth, had found that little private place where he kept his erotic thoughts. Father Patrick, had a hard-on, but forgave himself.Mary had had a strict Catholic upbringing. As a child, she had grown up in the tied cottages of Enniskillen, third daughter to her Guinness loving Father and sixth child of her god-fearing mother. They never had much of anything. The money her Da’ earned provided a meagre diet and just about kept a roof over their heads, although it leaked as did the second-hand shoes, she and her siblings wore.Mary somehow survived the afflictions that ravaged the population of Ireland and, apart from the inevitable tapeworm and head lice, the skinny body, grew into adulthood. The transition from child to adolescence wasn’t without trauma. Mary had little in the way of formal education, only attending the Nuns charity classes at irregular intervals. Her knowledge of bodily functions, menstruation or anything at all to do with the mechanics of sex was sketchy, gleaned only from dirty photographs that did the rounds and innuendous conversations that alluded to the function of sex.When her first period happened, she thought that her time was up, that God was punishing her for some misdemeanour. She thought she was going to die. It was a sister that noticed and tried to give her a quick biology lesson. Mary would rather have died than admit to her mother that she had a problem.Approaching her seventeenth birthday, Mary visited her eldest sister in the Mercy Hospital after she had given birth to her third child. Teresa was only a year and a half older than Mary, but had developed a worldly knowledge of things carnal at an early age. She was cursed with good looks and found she liked the attention of the opposite sex. They may have been sisters, but there was a world of difference between them. Mary had not inherited the striking eyes and hair, but looked dowdy, with mousy hair and a nondescript figure. It appealed to Tom, a porter at the hospital. Mary and Tom were married in a few months. All she had succeeded to do was replace her stern and often inebriated father with Tom, who was also often inebriated and beat her for the smallest things. The beatings were never too harsh, a few bruises perhaps and once, a broken wrist when she had fallen, instinctively putting out her hand and falling on top of it from the recoil of his slap. It was just after the Doctor had told her she was unlikely to have children, something to do with her ovaries. She fervently believed that God was still punishing her and would come up with any amount of sins to justify the harsh treatment. She must have deserved it, she reasoned, otherwise, why would it happen?A few weeks later, while still wearing the cast on her wrist, Tom dumped a bundle of cloth on her lap. It wrapped a baby girl. He told her she was to look after it, the mother couldn’t. He neglected to tell her it was his. She had to find that out from her sister who had known about it and about his other women. To Mary, it was the ultimate betrayal, but she would put the needs of the poor baby Üsküdar Escort first and, again, blamed his infidelity on her herself. Mary didn’t actually get to find out who the baby’s mother was. Tom virtually ignored the child and Mary from that day on.By the time Eileen was six, Tom had gone, taken off with a woman from out of town. The last Mary heard; he was heading towards England. Stoically, she found fault with herself and raised the shutters in her mind. Her energies were spent entirely on Eileen and the child’s welfare. They lived in the council flat that was a breeding ground for cockroaches and every manner of ailment that a close community can engender. Mary worked part-time, filling shelves at the supermarket and earned what few pence more she could, taking in laundry. Eileen was clean, her clothes were always clean and she gained an education of sorts at the local comprehensive. They were only separated once, shortly before Tom left, never to return. Mary suffered an ovarian infection that resulted in the need for her ovaries to be removed. Mary blamed herself for the problem and thought that Tom had every right to leave as he did. What man would stay, if he cannot have children with his wife, she reasoned. They managed to survive reasonably happily. Eileen grew into a striking young lady and then a beautiful teenager who found work and tried to ease the burden on her step-mother with a few pounds from her small wage. But it all changed one day, it was this story that the priest had listened to. He had known Mary since her childhood, so he knew the backstory up to now. Hardly daring to breathe, he listened intently while it poured out from this woman who had changed beyond all recognition. Mary didn’t get to go on the supermarket checkouts too often because of her lack of schooling. Although the automatic reader totalled up the balance and electronically told her how much she should take and what change she should give, Mary still struggled to count the right money and often made mistakes. This day, however, that was to change her life irrevocably. Mary was sat at the express lane for baskets only.She glanced at the customer, noticing only that he was male and his shopping was for one. He was unremarkable. She processed his goods through the scanner and packed them into a carrier bag as she went. Took his money and offered the change. She would have instantly gone on to the next customer, but a rich vibrato voice informed her she had made a mistake and the hand that belonged to the voice was trying to return some coins that she had given. Mary began to fluster as she always did in these circumstances and in her panic, couldn’t find the key to open the cash drawer. Eventually, she fought for control of her senses and thanked him for his honesty while shutting the errant drawer. That was it really. Mary sat at the till for the rest of the day. Her unflattering light blue uniform covering her, with her hair savagely pulled back in a tight bun, unremarkable in her self and mostly unnoticeable to any observer.Mary had taken to allowing herself the luxury of a cafe latte on her way home. It was perhaps, the only luxury she did have. Her usual table was empty and her conversation with the serving girl was restricted to her request for the foamy beverage. Mary revelled in her private thoughts and was oblivious of the rest of the world as it went about its business.“Mind if I join you.” There was something familiar about the rich tenor of the voice, but Mary merely nodded her consent and didn’t look up.“Looks like rain again.” He remarked causally, “I don’t know when summer is going to start, Üsküdar Escort Bayan do you?”Mary looked up at the direct question and shook her head. She had never learned the niceties of conversation and preferred to stay quiet.“Ah! I almost didn’t recognise you. You’re the girl at the checkout aren’t you?” His smile creased his eyes and deepened the azure quality of the blue.Mary blushed furiously, remembering him now and then associating him with her error.“I…I’m sorry for the mistake.” Her tremulous voice was barely audible over the hubbub of the coffee shop and nervously, she wrung her hands in her lap below the level of the table and beyond his sight. Her own eyes remained downcast and she wished that the floor would open up and swallow her, whole.“Ah! No worries.” He said easily, “We all make them don’t we?”She caught the movement of his hands as he used them to emphasise his words. She flinched, thinking he was about to strike her, he noticed the involuntary spasm and dropped his hands so they lay flat on the table, he consciously kept them there.“I didn’t get your name.”“Mary,” she replied, without enthusiasm.“Well hello Mary, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She looked up sharply to see if he was making fun of her with condescension, but she met a pair of smiling eyes that, although creased with a smile, were not cruel in any way. Her flush of anxiety was becoming one of something else and she started to fluster again. “Where does Mary come from I wonder?” His question could have been taken in a mocking sense, but his smile told otherwise. “And I wonder what Mary is like away from the Supermarket?” “I’m sure I don’t know,” she answered and then continued, “I have to go now.”“Ah! Now that is a shame so it is. Wouldn’t you stay for another and keep a lone man company?” He indicated her half-empty coffee cup as he asked the question.Mary was mortified. Her total experience of men talking to her was her father, usually angry; her husband, also angry and usually drunk; her priest and the doctor, but him, only when she absolutely had to go. The Manager at the supermarket rarely said more than one or two words and that was it for verbal contact with the male of the species. She rushed from the table, colliding with the next in her haste to get away and leaving behind, a carrier bag with that night’s dinner and a bemused man who wondered what on earth had gotten into the woman.That night, as she lay in her bed, covered from head to toe in a flannelette nightgown and blankets pulled up to her chin, Mary dreamed. She dreamed of this stranger and, in a completely naïve innocence, dreamt of his holding her in his arms, warm and protective. Sex was not part of her subconscious. It was an event that had happened on a few occasions when Tom stank of Guinness or whiskey. It had resulted in her lovely daughter, although not the product of their union, and the removal of her ability to have children. Sex had never been a joyous explosion of feelings and nerve-jangling climaxes. Sex was a sordid and shameful subject, only to be done to create a child. That was why Tom was right to leave. She couldn’t give him children. It was all her fault.“Hail Mary Mother of God…” Even in her sleep, Mary was completely subjugate to her religion and fervently believed herself to be the most loathsome woman ever to have disgraced his garden.But, a seed of doubt had been sown. Someone had taken enough interest in her to talk and make an acquaintance.They saw each other once or twice over the next few days. He bought her a coffee and she returned the compliment the very next time, not wanting to be beholding to anyone. Their Escort Üsküdar conversation was more than a little stinted. Mary couldn’t find the ways to articulate, unused to describing herself or her life, believing them to be uninteresting. She would rather have sat there, listening to him tell her of his travels around the world as a sailor in the Merchant Navy. Whole vistas of unimaginable scenes flowed around her mind as his narrative enticed and lured her out of her mundane and urban life to the tropics and the Far East.Mary found herself looking critically in her bedroom mirror and realised that she was nothing at all to look at. Her clothing, although clean, was not fashionable in any century she knew of. She threw her blouse, skirt and underwear to the floor in disgust and then, hesitantly, looked critically at her naked body for the first time in her life.Looking back at her was a slightly built woman, obviously approaching her forties, but had not been ruined by constant childbirth. Her hair, always a constant source of annoyance, was still pulled back and tightly wound into her normal bun. Mary pulled the pins and allowed her hair to cascade; pleased with the way it fell to below her shoulder blades and waved in natural curves. The mousy colour had deepened into a chestnut that had a rich lustre about it. She could hardly believe that it was her hair and was amazed at its length and vibrancy of colour. The only time it was unwound was when she washed it. Then, while wet, it appeared to be black and lank.She skipped her face, not wanting to be too critical in her appraisal, and looked at her breasts, noticing for the first time in her life, that the left one was slightly smaller than the right, but not too noticeably. Her bra size had remained the same since her wedding, 34 B cup. It was a good size she thought.Her stomach was still quite firm and flat. She noticed a dark brown mole on her left hip and wondered when that had happened.Mary’s pubic area had a lush growth of hair, darker than her head that formed an almost perfect triangle, with slightly curved sides. She spent little time admiring that part of her body, but travelled to her legs. They were good legs by anyone’s reckoning. The skin was flawless and almost transparent in whiteness. Her musculature was clearly visible beneath the taut covering. Only a few hairs grew below her knee. Mary hated her feet. It was one of those irrational hatreds women have of their anatomy. With Mary, it was her feet. Apart from her hands, her feet were the only part of her body she had studied at any time.All in all though, not a bad package she thought. She turned this way and that, trying to see what her behind looked like and marvelled in the swish of her hair as she turned and twisted.Then Mary asked the reflection looking back at her. Why am I standing here admiring myself? What am I looking at? She didn’t know the answer to either question and in her naivety, she was not aware that she was in preparation for a sexual encounter and was merely checking out the validity of what she was offering.She looked at her legs again, remembering the only time she had worn a short skirt. She had only got to the foot of the stairs when her father screamed at her and tore the clothes from her back, repeating over and over as he beat her. Ye harlot ye, I’ll learn yeah, ye harlot and Jezebel.  It took Mary several years more to find out what a harlot was and who Jezebel was supposed to be. That was one thing she never forgave her father for. The beatings she thought she deserved, but never to be called anything like that.Mary dressed in her usual black or dark brown shapeless dress and cinched it together with a plastic belt effectively hiding any allure she might have had. But, she left her hair down.A few days later, she met him again. Her confidence grew in exponential increments with every encounter. She was still to talk about herself and still did not know his name.

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My teeth drag the olive off the toothpick with dramatic flair – making sure he’s watching. I wasn’t always this way… ~ooOoo~He said Bostancı Escort he’d see my soul between my Bostancı Escort Bayan legs. I believed Escort Bostancı him, giving that which could only be given once. His selfish cock took what it needed from my tight, trusting pussy. Then, he left me. ~ooOoo~Now, I inflate my prey’s cock with compliments. Convince him his life has holes. Become the filler. Lure him from my knees. And when he’s vulnerable, take what I need. A seductress is always a woman once seduced. 

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It was two in the morning when I got a call from my pimp, telling me to head to the old run-down diner across town and sit at a booth in the back. Though the diner was a dive, the tone of the voice sounded serious, so I wore a blue pencil skirt, white sleeveless blouse, and mid-range black heels. I was drinking a cup of black coffee when a woman walked in and sat at my table. Page-boy hair cut, 130 pounds, small breasts, slightly overweight, brunette hair. She was wearing a black skin-tight mini dress with a gold belt and flat shoes. She carried a burgundy briefcase with her and sat it next to her. “I’m sorry, I’m waiting on someone,” I said before she got comfortable. She nodded and replied, “I’m Vicki, and you’re waiting for me.”Shaking my head I answered, “No, I’m waiting for a man.”Pouring herself a cup of coffee she said, “No, you’re waiting on me.”After opening her briefcase, she put a folder on the table then looked at me. “You’ve been sold, whore. I’m your new owner.”I sat stunned as she continued. “I used to own your daughter, Stacy. I whored her, exposed her, and took her husband from her – then I moved her to the middle east where she’s a breeding whore. She couldn’t be happier. Unfortunately, it was only after I sold her that I realized how much I enjoyed owning a whore, so I contacted your former Anadolu Yakası Escort pimp and bought you. He keeps all the money plus six figures from me.”What you need to know is that this is true sex slavery – no games. My company is based off the shore of Africa, so if you sign these papers – you’re a true sex slave. No say in your own life. Your other option is to go back to what you were before this began…but honestly, having had a taste of this life, do you really want to go back to that?”“Why should I sign?”“Because of what I’m going to turn you into,” she said while sipping her coffee. “Like I said, I used to own your daughter. She got into this life so that someone could make her become what she really wanted to be…a breeding whore, and nothing else. That is what she is, she has given birth a few times now. When they’re old enough, the boys become men and they’re breeding studs and when the girls become women, they’re breeding whores.”I stayed silent and let her continue. “It’s in the contract that I will never sell you. If you trust me and do as I say, I promise you’ll be happier than you are now. Your pussy will stay filled. You’ll keep fucking raw for quarters – I like that idea. Just like your daughter, you’re going to breed.”Shaking my head I answered. “I’m Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan too old for that. I’m in my forties.”Smiling she said, “First, call me ‘Domina’. It’s the only word you’ll use to address me. Second, you can still get pregnant, it’s just harder. I have ways of making it happen. Trust me.”“It’ll be too hard on my body, Domina.”She nodded. “Yes, it will be, Charity. Know that I’m going to brainwash you into what you want to be. You’ll undergo sleep and food deprivation. All you’ll want is dick – and I’ll keep that pussy stuffed all day, every day…just like I did for your daughter.”She sipped her coffee and continued. “There is no smoking, drinking or drug use – save fertility drugs. You’ll never be beaten. You’ll be fucked by professional bulls until you’re pregnant. I can get three, maybe four children from you.”“And after that?” I asked starting to read the paperwork.“Nothing much changes, really. You’ll keep getting cock, it’s just that you won’t get pregnant.””And my husband? This life isn’t just about me.”She nodded. “Yes, I call him ‘Chastity’. He signed a similar contract to this one. You’ll never see him again. His job will be to wear dresses and suck cock at gloryholes in adult book stores. He’ll remain in chastity the rest of his life. Escort Anadolu Yakası He’ll probably never see the outside world again.”Smiling she pointed to the contract and said, “Fill yourself with desire and see only illusion. Empty yourself of desire and you’ll find the truth of who you really are. The world around you will melt away to nothing. You’ll have the IQ of bean dip, but you’ll be happy. I promise. I’ve led women down this path before you and your daughter.”I signed on the dotted lines throughout the paperwork and slid it back to her. After putting them in her briefcase she said, “Good. Now take your clothes off.”“Here? Now? There are people around us,” I said looking around and then back at her.Sipping her coffee she replied, “Of course there are people here. That’s the point. You’re going to fuck where I say, when I say, and whom I say. Now take your clothes off. Just trust me.”Looking around nervously, I slipped off my pencil skirt and put it on the bench in the booth. Keeping my eyes on her, I unbuttoned my blouse, laid it on the skirt, then took off my bra and dropped it on the blouse. “No panties?” she asked with a sly grin?I shook my head. “No, Domina. I’m a whore.”She reached into her purse and pulled out a small, pink, tadpole-shaped device. “Here, put this all the way in your pussy and don’t take it out. It’s a vibrator that will give you a constant buzz.”In order to follow her command, I had to stand up and spread my legs. I kept my eyes on her. She reached into her purse and suddenly my device began to vibrate. Really fast! It felt amazing! My whole body hummed. I grabbed onto the table out of reflex.

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There’s a stereotype in England that Northerners are unfriendly to Southerners, and Yorkshiremen are unfriendly to anyone not from Yorkshire. I don’t know if it is true for the menfolk, but it is definitely not the case for their women, if the hospitality I received last year is anything to go by.I should say something about myself first. I’m Brian Wells, just knocking sixty and owner of a carpet cleaning business, Doctor Rugg. You should not confuse me with a huge franchise operation with a similar name, just a coincidence, honest. I’d hoped to wind down a few years ago when I took on a sensible lad, Steve, whose parents promised to buy me out if their son worked out okay. After a year, I was all set to enjoy early retirement with my wife Helen when she got a nagging cough. Six weeks later, Helen was diagnosed with lung cancer. It shattered us, as neither of us were smokers. It was very aggressive, beyond treatment, and Helen died just before Christmas the same year.I was in limbo for a long time. Steve kept me on in the business. He worried about me sitting at home staring at the walls. I knew I was depressed, but could not find a way out of it. Steve persuaded me to accept an invitation to visit old friends up north for a change of scene. Said he could cope with the customers on his own for a while. Truth was, I’d been a spare wheel since I lost Helen and he needed a break from me.It was freezing that Sunday winter night as my hire car limped onto the forecourt of the country pub in the middle of Nowheresville, North Yorkshire. My fuel warning light was already on twenty miles back, when the police diverted traffic off the motorway because of an accident, just before the services. The detour took me through miles of lifeless farmland. Ten minutes ago I passed a small garage with a pump outside, but it was closed. I just made it to the pub, whereupon my car refused to go any further. Then came the rain. Bloody brilliant.The old coaching inn looked hospitable from the outside, but the landlord was not. The grumpy looking fifty-something bloke with a comb over told me they were closed for a private function this evening. My foot in the closing door was not what he expected.“Look, I don’t want to be a bother, but police diverted traffic off the motorway before the services and I’ve run out of petrol. The garage back down the road is closed.”“He’s coming to the private function,” says the landlord without a hint of sympathy. A woman’s voice from behind him came to my rescue. “Don’t be so miserable Jack, can’t you see the man is in a bind. Invite him in.”She was a big, homely woman of about the same age as him. She wore an apron over a party dress. “Please excuse Jack, he can’t multitask. Why don’t you finish with lights while I see to this customer?”Jack grunted something only she could understand and wandered off. “I’m Betty. How can I help?” Her smile was in direct contrast to her husband’s miserable coupon. As if she were with him to restore balance to the universe.“Thank you Betty, I’m Brian. I’m visiting friends in Catterick, but what with the motorway accident I’m miles off and everything is closed, plus I’ve run out of petrol. Is there any chance of a bed for the night? I noticed your sign saying rooms.”“Sorry love, we stopped letting rooms three years ago. The trade dropped off and the chambermaid left. I can’t change the beds with my back these days.”“Don’t you go doing your back in again. I had to do everything myself for a week last time,” said Jack, struggling with a string of lights on the top of a small stepladder. He looked like he would end up on his arse.“Jack, get off that ladder now. You know about your dizzy spells. One of the boys can do it later,” Betty admonished him.I saw my chance. “How about this? I’m in a bind. I’m happy to make my own bed and give you a hand with the lights.”She did not think about it for long. “Okay, offer accepted, Brian. That’s very kind of Brian, to offer to help with the lights, isn’t it Jack?” said Betty. Again, Jack grunted in husband speak.Betty rustled me up a sandwich and cup of tea and after a brief rest in my plain but comfortable room I went down to do my chores. I just finished with the lights when a chap arrived lugging DJ equipment.“Sorry I’m late Betty, my mate let me down. I had to load up the van myself,” said DJ Dan. He was in his late thirties with highlights and an earring and looked like every wedding DJ you’ve ever seen. A bit of a lad in his day, but now going to seed. I offered him a hand with his gear and he bought me a pint in return. I sat at the bar with Betty while Dan sound checked, then came over to join us.“What’s the occasion?” I asked.“It’s June’s fiftieth. She’s Jack’s sister-in-law. Her husband owns the garage you passed. That’s why it closed early,” said Betty.“Oh, it’s a family do. Now I can see why you were reluctant to let anyone in tonight. Sorry Jack,” I said.He grunted something that sounded like, ‘That’s all right’. I guess he felt I’d earned my bed for the night.Dan said, “Jack, I’ve got an idea for a competition. You sing a song and the punters will win a pound for every word they understand.” We all laughed, but we heard clear enough when Jack said, “Gerroffya cheeky cunt.” Betty sent him to the back with a warning about his language.Couples started arriving half an hour later. Ruddy farming men looking awkward in their shirts, ties and polished shoes. Their wives had pushed the boat out. Hair done and make-up carefully applied, wearing dresses and shoes more suited to a night out in town. Coats came Ümraniye Escort off to reveal impressive cleavages. I realised the party was quite an event in this isolated community.Betty noticed my gaze. “These country girls scrub up okay, don’t they?” I made a gallant reply. I didn’t expect her to broadcast it to the assembly.“Ladies, Brian from London is staying with us tonight. He says you lot could hold your own against any woman in London on a night out in the West End.”A cheer went up from the ladies and the men looked at me as if to say don’t get them started. Still, it was an icebreaker and several people spoke to me. The social numbness I’d felt since Helen died was thawing.The DJ played tapes while everyone chatted. After a decent time speaking to their wives and girlfriends, the husbands gravitated to the bar where talk turned to the price of ewes and winter feed. Not subjects a city boy like me had much of an opinion on. I looked over at a table of ladies and caught the eye of Jackie, June’s youngest sister, who invited me over. She was a petite woman in her late forties. I put her at five foot three and a hundred pounds, most of which seemed to be in her impressive boobs. Her short dark hair was styled in what I call a pixie cut. Short in the neck but long on top with a jagged fringe that hung just above her eyebrows. Very sexy and refined. She beckoned me to the middle of the horseshoe couch and stood to remove her cardigan as I arrived, struggling with the sleeves.“Let me help you shrug out of your shrug,” I offered.“Why Brian, you know what it is. That makes you a metrosexual around here,” Jackie smiled as she took her cardigan. Her hands lingered on mine.I glanced over at the farmers propping up the bar. “I’m the only metrosexual in the village.” I joked, paraphrasing a line from a popular comedy show. All the women laughed, causing a few heads at the bar to turn.Jackie wore a fitted black cocktail dress. I admired her bare arms and impressive cleavage. She was pleased I’d noticed. Everybody did, including her husband and his friends at the bar. It was an awkward moment. I turned to the bar. “I hope she’s got a licence for those,” I joked. The round of laughter seemed to keep everyone happy. Jackie gave me a knowing, sly smile. She was flirting with me and knew I was up for the same.“Jackie paid for ’em so she can do what she likes with ‘em, I say,” said an older woman at the end of the arc.I looked at Jackie, puzzled. “I had a little win on the National Lottery, so I treated myself. Henry had his heart set on a new muck spreader.”I laughed. “I bet Henry got over it in a hurry.” I thought it was legitimate to take a quick peek at her chest again.“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” said Jackie. Again, that sly smile. I think she could almost hear me getting hard.Conversation turned to the late arrival of June, the guest of honour. “She’s just phoned. Said to start the dancing. She’ll be here soon,” Brian announced.An enormous cheer went up, and many of the woman stood. They shielded us from the bar. Jackie leaned in. Her tits were on my arm and her hand on my thigh. She copped a feel of my hard cock and smiled. “You’ll like June. She’s just like me, but without the tits, so you’ll be able to tell us apart.” She gave me a peck on the lips and said, “I have to find my husband so he can do his duty before returning to his mates and his drink. Promise you’ll dance with me later.”My mouth was dry, so I just nodded. I ran my hand across her thighs as she passed, feeling the lace tops of her black stockings. She smiled back at me.June arrived ten minutes later. She was smiling and complementing her friends on their outfits, but I could tell she was upset. Jackie went to her sister, and they had a conversation by the bar. They were like bookends. The same height and general build, although June had a fuller figure. Her hair was a similar short sexy cut to her sister’s, but she coloured hers a rich chestnut brown. I could not work out their conversation, but it was clear Jackie was consoling her sister. They glanced over in my direction, whispering and laughing. After a while, June was smiling properly.Jackie steered June over while she organised a tray of drinks for our table. We were introduced, and I helped June out of her coat. She wore a red wrap around dress that crossed at the breasts. Although they were smaller than her sister’s enhanced version, they were not small and her push-up bra was closing the gap. “All my own work,” June whispered as she took her coat to place on the pile behind us. She had the same flirty look as her sister and I knew my cock would be in torment all evening.June apologised for her lateness. Her husband Ron had dropped something on his foot and it was too painful for him to stand or drive. June had to wait for a friend to collect her because she wanted a drink on her birthday. The glance of recognition flowing through the group told me it was not the first time her husband had let her down. I sat between the two sisters, so the conversation was like a tennis match. They had their own shorthand and spoke rapidly, finishing each other’s sentences. It was an amusing performance, and I laughed.“You two are so funny to listen to. I bet you’ve been like this since you were kids. They both looked at me.“You understood that, Brian?” said June.“Most of it, I think?” I explained what I heard. Both sisters smiled.“You can tell he’s not from here, Jackie. He listens to what a woman says, and he understands,” said June.“I think we Ümraniye Escort Bayan should bury him in case he tells that lot our secrets,” said Jackie, pointing to their husband’s drinking at the bar.“Don’t worry, unless it is about the price of ewes or winter feed, I don’t think it bothers them,” I said.The sisters looked at each other and laughed. “You’ve been here two hours and you know everything there is to know about this place,” said Jackie caustically.I leaned forward, and they leaned in so we were not overheard. “As an impartial observer ladies, you are all wasted on these men. You all have taken the trouble to look a million dollars and they are at the bar like they could be any other day of the week.”“I bet you treat your wife better,” said June.I lost my smile as I explained my circumstances. It was a natural dampener. None of us knew what to say next. DJ Dan saved us by launching into a medley of 1970s glam rock hits.“Come and dance with us Brian.” June and Jackie grabbed an arm each, and we went onto the small dance area.Twenty minutes later, I flopped back on the seat for a breather. The girls were still at it. I went to the bar for a round of drinks. A big chap clapped me on the shoulder. “I’m Henry, you were dancing with my wife Jackie.”I could not read his body language, but I prepared myself for a fist just in case. He raised his other hand, but he plonked it on my shoulder. I realised I was propping him up. “Thanks, mate. She’s enjoying herself. I can’t dance, nor can half of these blokes, so you’re taking one for the team. Isn’t he guys?” Henry turned to the four blokes behind him who grunted their agreement. “Your money’s no good here, let me buy that round.” Henry produced two twenty quid notes before I could object.I made my way back with the overloaded tray. “Ladies, the drinks are courtesy of your husbands at the bar, apparently I’m taking one for the team by dancing with you.” The ladies raised their glasses in thanks.“You are doing a magnificent job, Brian. What do you do for a living?” said a lady whose name I still can’t recall.“I’ll show you,” I said.I raised my bum off the seat to get my wallet out of my back pocket and the same old girl said, “I knew it! Stranger in the village tonight. He’s a strip-o-gram. He’s going to get his cock out.”There was no answer to that, and the laughing took a couple of minutes to stop. I noticed by the end under the table I had June and Jackie’s hands on both my thighs and their eyes seemed to dare each other to touch my cock, which was harder than it had been for years. I pulled out a business card from my wallet and handed it to the old girl. “This is what I do.”Her thumb was over the logo so she did not see the cartoon carpet cleaning machine. She squinted at the type. “Oh, he’s a medical man, Dr Rugg.”“Don’t you mean a doctor of rugs, you know a gynaecologist,” said her drunk friend. The table erupted, and both sisters used the diversion to grab my cock, pushing each other’s hand off.I whispered, “Settle down ladies, there’s enough to go around… I hope.” I took my card back and announced to the group, “I have a carpet cleaning business. All estimates are free, so ladies if you have a filthy rug, big or small, give Dr Rugg a call.” More laughter this time and the old girl at the end is saying, “Stop it, stop it. I think I’ve pissed myself.” The cackling reached a crescendo, and the men looked over. I gave them my ‘taking one for the team’ wince, and they went back to their drinks.The music had moved on to the 1980s New Romantics scene and I got both sisters up as I couldn’t stand their teasing anymore. The old girl with the bladder problem noticed my hard on and just smiled.On the dance floor I said, “Do you remember the funny dance they used to do to this one?” I took Jackie by both hands and pulled her toward me, swinging my hip in and my knee up. She mirrored my moves and then we repeated it on the other leg. Jackie shrieked, “Oh my God June, do you remember us doing this in the Sheffield nightclubs when you were at catering college?”I took June’s hands and did the same move, and then the two girls did the move together. Others caught on and repeated it in their own fashion, and we swapped partners until everyone had danced with everyone else. We did this for a few numbers, and then I dropped out for a breather. I could see the two sisters talking animatedly on the dance floor and looking over now and again. They arrived and sat back down; faces flushed with excitement.“Brian, you made us remember the good times we had when we were young. You’ve made my birthday a night to remember,” said June. She kissed me on the cheek.“It’s not over yet sis,” said Jackie. She leaned over to me. “Brian, I know you would like to fuck us, but you don’t know which one you stand you best chance with. Well, you can relax. We’ve decided to share you.”I looked at each of them. They smiled at my astonishment. “This is the point where I wake up and discover I’ve spunked my pyjamas.”June said, “You won’t be wasting it there, I’m having you first. It’s my birthday. Say your good nights and go up to your room, I’ll be there in five minutes. Jackie will keep an eye on things down here.”I turned to Jackie and said thanks. She squeezed my cock under the table and told me to save some for her.It took me longer than five minutes to get away, but moments later there was a knock on the door and June stood there. I was undoing her dress before the door had shut. She found my zip in double quick time. I didn’t bother Escort Ümraniye undoing her bra, I just pulled her tits out of the cups and they pointed at me. Her orangey brown areole ended in stubby nipples. I sucked on each tit greedily. I pushed her dress off her shoulders and nibbled them.“God, you’re hornier than I am. Let me see your cock.” June was on her knees and my pants and trousers came down together. It’s not huge, but it’s in proportion for a six-foot bloke. The helmet burst through my foreskin and a drop of pre-cum fell on her tits. June whimpered and put me in her mouth. She grabbed both cheeks of my arse as she thrust her head back and forth. My wife had been a reluctant cock sucker, but June was a real enthusiast. Her tongue tickled the sensitive underside of my helmet. My legs buckled.“June, I’m going to cum too quickly.”“I want you to Brian, then you’ll last longer when you fuck me.”I could not argue with her logic, so I let her suck my balls. We could hear the slow numbers starting downstairs, so we knew we did not have long. June deep throated my cock, making horny gagging sounds. Saliva lubricated her throat, and I slid in further than I thought possible. My climax was quick and with little warning. June had been holding the base of my cock in two fingers. She released her grip and a flood of spunk rushed up my cock and into her mouth. She swallowed as much and she could, then she pulled me out and my last spurt hit her in the face.I lifted her onto her feet. My one hand fondled her arse through the black Lycra tights. The other found her cunt. The crotch was soaked with her juices and her thong knickers were embedded between her fleshy lips, which I tweaked through the material. June groaned, I kissed her, tasting my spunk in her mouth. That turned her on, and she ground her cunt against my hand.I pushed her back on the bed and pulled at her tights, which seemed to be made of some super strength material. Control tights, I found out afterwards. Finally naked, I pushed her knees up to her tits. June’s cunt was delightful. A protruding mound with pouting lips and a fine trim of short ginger hair.“How is my rug, Doctor?” June said, looking between her thighs.I looked up at her flushed face and heaving tits and fell upon her like a man possessed. I sucked her cunt and nibbled the lips. June thrashed around. My tongue found her clit and two fingers searched for her g-spot while my little finger teased her puckered arsehole. That was the final straw and June came mouthing a stream of obscenities and ejected a good squirt of juice that soaked the quilt. She was still having aftershocks as I slid into her.“Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me hard and nasty. Fuck me like a whore.” It drove me wild. My wife was never that interested in sex talk, but I’d discovered my voice.“I’ll fuck your cunt raw, June. I’m going to fuck it inside out. The lips won’t close for a week.” Her heels dug into my arse to spur me on. Her cunt gripped my cock as she prepared to come.“Fuck me Brian, use me. Fuck me like a slut.” I grabbed a handful of hair and sucked hard on her nipples. She moaned and thrust back at me. “I’m coming, Brian. Yes, yes, oh my god yes.” She spasmed, and I shot my load.I hadn’t been with another woman since Helen, but I was surprised I could come again so quickly. I coated her insides with several good spurts, then I started to dry come. After a few painful blanks, I had to pull out. Moments later, my spunk oozed from her lips onto the quilt to make a cocktail with the earlier juices.We lay on our backs breathless and started laughing. I felt as light as air. It was a great fuck, and I knew it was good for her, too. June pulled my head towards her and kissed me on the mouth. “What a great birthday present. I’m not waiting a year for the next one. We have to work something out.” I’m glad she was keen on a repeat because I certainly was.“That would be great,” I said as I fondled her tits and my dead cock tried to stir.We noticed the music had stopped. I could hear a random tapping at the window. I got up and opened it. Jackie was in the forecourt. A stone hit me on the head.“Hurry up, it’s finished,” she said in a loud stage whisper.June pushed in front of me and shook her bare tits at her sister. “So have we. It was fantastic.” I grabbed her tits from behind. My cock nestled between the cheeks of her arse and grew. June felt it.“Perhaps we should invite her up,” I said. I could hear feet on the gravel.June sighed. “I have to go, Brian. Give me one of those cards.” I fished one out of my wallet as she dressed.“What about these?” I said, holding her damp knickers and tights.“Keep them for me till next time,” June said.She kissed me goodbye, and I slid my hand inside her dress and into her sticky cunt. “God, don’t start me off again.”She pulled herself away and soon I heard her tiptoeing on the stairs. I switched my light off and watched the departing guests. Taxis picked up most, but a big Land Cruiser with the name of Henry’s estate arrived. He staggered into the front seat. June and Jackie opened the back doors and looked up to my window. I could read Jackie’s lips, ‘You owe me.’ I would be more than happy to settle my debt.I fell into the sleep of the dead but woke about three in the morning, wondering if I had dreamed the entire thing. I thought the black thing on my bed was a cat, and I pulled it to me. It was June’s tights and knickers. I inhaled the smell of her and knew it was all real.***Betty’s knock woke me at eight am and I put the room in order, hiding June’s things under the quilt.“There’s some breakfast on the tray out here. Don’t let it get cold now.” She’d left me a cooked breakfast and a pot of tea. A little note said, “Thanks for cheering June up on her birthday.” I wonder if Betty was talking about the dancing or whether she’d heard our after-hours activity.

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“Daddy, I’m Home.”Those are the words I love to hear. My daughter, Julie, is home from shopping. The house has been too quiet for the entire day.I’m Mark and I used to work for the Treasury Department.  My last assignment was to investigate high-grade counterfeit hundred dollars flooding the Eastern seaboard.  The investigation took my team to the backcountry, close to Dalton, Georgia.  It should have been an easy bust.  Most counterfeiters are not violent.  These were different.I ended up being shot in the leg and arm.  The leg shot just missed my femoral artery but tore through enough tissue and tendons that I walk with a limp and use a cane.  There are days when the pain still gets bad enough that I have to take a heavy dose of drugs to bear it.  My arm healed fairly well.Unfortunately, I was close to retirement age for an agent and so the department decided to medically retire me at age 44.  I now live in a small town in Kansas, not far from where I was raised.  My older sister, Deborah, is an associate professor of English, teaching at Yang Sae University in Seoul, Korea.  Our parents are deceased.Julie’s mother and I split about ten years ago and she got re-married a few years later.  My monthly phone calls with Julie told me that she and her step-dad didn’t exactly get along.  Julie never went into the reasons why and would usually turn the conversation in a different direction.Against both her mother’s and my better judgment, Julie married her high school sweetheart just after graduation.  Her husband, Tommy, had a decent job working for his father’s construction company.  But, like so many too young for marriage, it fell apart in less than two years.Three months ago, I received a sobbing phone call from Julie, telling me the news and wanting to come live with me.  She hit on all the right comments like, she couldn’t stand the step-dad, I could use the help around the house and she would get a job to help pay her way.  Of course, I sent her the money to come live with me. I last saw Julie in person more than five years Şerifali Escort ago.  As I drove to the regional airport, that was the girl I was picking up.  The woman that came running at me and crushed me with a hug was not that girl.  This was a full-fledged blossomed beautiful woman.  She rocked me so hard that I dropped my cane and almost fell over.  She finally let go and helped steady me on my feet and bent to retrieve my cane.  I couldn’t believe what a sensuous-looking woman she was.  I immediately had to turn away from her as I felt my cock come alive. “Daddy?  Are you alright?  I didn’t hurt you, did I?”“No, Julie, sweetheart, you just kind of took me by surprise.  I was expecting a teenager and not such a lovely lady.”“Aw Daddy, it’s still the same old me, still your little girl and I still love you to bits.”“I love you too, honey.  Let’s see about getting your luggage.  I’m not going to be much help, I’m afraid.  We can get a trolly.”“That’s fine daddy.  Remember, I’m here to help you too.”On the drive home, we chatted about life and the cruel twist that sometimes happen to us.  Once in the house, Julie kept commenting about how cute the house was, even though it needed a woman’s touch.  I showed her to her room and pointed out the brand-new bedroom set and the most expensive double bed I could find.  My house is a modest affair, eat-in kitchen, living room, a master bedroom with a three-quarter bath, a full bathroom down the hall with two smaller bedrooms.  And, a single car garage.“If you’re hungry, you’re welcome to whatever is in the fridge or pantry.  This is your home now, so don’t feel the need to ask.”  With that, I settled into my armchair with a big grunt.  My leg was killing me. “Wow, daddy, I didn’t expect to see so much food here.  I figured that you’d be the typical bachelor having only a slice of stale pizza and a 6-pack of beer.  But I do spy a 6-pack.”“Julie, while you’re in there, would you mind handing me a beer though.  And before you ask, of course, you have some Şerifali Escort Bayan also.  There’s some Jack Daniels in the cabinet if you want something stronger.”“Beer will be fine for me tonight.”I groaned as I leaned forward when Julie handed me my beer.“Daddy? Do you hurt badly now?”“Just a bit.  Been doing a lot to get the house ready for you and packing in the groceries.  That’s all, just a bit more than I usually do.  I’ll be fine by morning, don’t worry about it.”“Well, let me know if I can help with something.  I’m going to my room to get settled in.  Mostly putting away my clothes.  Holler if you need anything.”As she bounced up and headed down the hall, I couldn’t help but wonder how such a luscious woman could have come from my loins.  I must have dozed off, because before I knew it, Julie was shaking me awake.“Daddy, do you want me to help you to bed.  It’s kind of late.”“Maybe a hand to help me out of this chair.” Julie had changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.  I could tell right away she didn’t have a bra on.   She walked me to my bedroom with her arm around my waist.  I could feel the heat from her body and the movement of her breasts against my side.The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee.  I got up as quickly as I could and put on my housecoat over my boxers.  In the kitchen, Julie was frying bacon and had a dozen of eggs on the counter.  She had on a pink bathrobe that came down mid-thigh and her hair wrapped in a towel. “Good morning, daddy.  Do you still like your eggs sunny side up, fried in bacon grease?”“Damn girl.  I haven’t had that in years.  Of course, I do.”“You just sit tight and I’ll have them up in no time.  I’ll pour you a cup in just a second.” I watched her move around the kitchen with ease.  Her body seemed to flow smoothly under the robe.  When she set my coffee down, her robe opened a little.  I’m her father, but damn, I’m still a man.  She put our plates on the table and took the towel from her hair.  The wet curls fell over her shoulders Escort Şerifali and I just sat there a gazed.“Is something wrong, daddy?” Her voice snapped me back to reality.“No, sweetheart.  I was just marveling at how beautiful you are.”“You’re going to spoil me with that kind of talk.  I’m just your little girl.”I had to finish my breakfast quickly.  As she sat there chattering and gesturing, the robe kept opening more and more.  I couldn’t control my eyes.  I was like a man possessed.  I turned in my chair to get up and groaned.  Julie popped out of her chair to help me.  That did it, the robe gave up the fight and opened.  Julie seemed not to even notice and helped me to my room.  She wanted me to lay on the bed, but I couldn’t, or else she would see my cock growing hard. Later in the day, Julie took my truck into town.  She said she want to see the town and if there were any help wanted signs posted.  I took a double dose of pain pills and lay on the couch.  I was knocked out asleep.I felt someone sit on the couch beside me.  I opened my eyes to see Julie smiling down at me.“You feel better now?” “I don’t know, I haven’t tried moving yet.”Julie put her hand on my chest and said, “You just lay there for a while.”She kept looking me up and down.  I raised my head a bit and saw that my housecoat had fallen open and my hard cock stood straight up through the slit in my boxers.  I tried to cover up, but Julie was sitting on my housecoat. “Julie, you shouldn’t see me like this.”“Don’t worry daddy, I’ve seen a cock before.”She leaned up and kissed me on the forehead.  I swear she was rubbing her tits on my face.  Julie went and got me a blanket and covered me.“But, really daddy, don’t worry about it.  I’m sure that living together, we’ll see a lot more of each other.”The next morning, I was feeling much better.  I got up early and headed to the kitchen to make coffee.  I had forgotten to bring my puzzle book with me and went back to my bedroom to get it.Upon returning, the hall bathroom door opened and Julie crossed to her room with nothing on but the towel on her head.  I sat down at the table and tried to concentrate on my puzzle, but kept seeing her naked body.  Julie came to the kitchen wearing the same pink bathrobe.  She bent down to get a pot to make oatmeal and I could tell; the robe was all she had on. 

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Going into the fall of 1974, Jill and Allie are well established in the lifestyle they’ve chosen. They’ve become so accustomed to living as girls, they sometimes forget they’re even boys, except when they’re having sex with Carla and Rosy. Their four-way relationship has become much closer, and they’ve had a wonderful first summer together. But as the season starts to change, their lives are about to change too.Their mail-order lube business continues to slowly grow. They’re selling over three hundred bottles a week now, and they’re making almost as much selling lube as they do at their jobs. They go out on dates every Tuesday and Thursday, and the other three nights they spend filling orders for lube. Jill stops at the post office every night after work to pick up orders, and Allie goes to the post office three days a week to send orders out. On weekends, when they’re not fucking at the Club, they’re making up batches of lube and filling bottles. It takes a lot of work, but they don’t mind working their asses off. They want to eventually quit their jobs, and they’re getting close to being able to do just that.They’re sitting at the kitchen table on a Monday night in late October, working on orders. They just did a gang bang Saturday night and spent yesterday with Carla and Rosy. They’re tired, but they’ve become disciplined enough to take care of business even when they’re tired. The phone rings and Jill gets up to answer.”Hello?” she answers.”Hi, Jill. This is Walt Jennings.””Hi, Dr. Walt! So nice to hear from you!””Nice to talk to you, too. It’s been a few weeks since we’ve gotten together.””I know. We’ve been so busy lately. I’m sorry we’ve been so booked up with dates. Did you want to try to set something up?””Yeah, I would. But not for a date.””What do you mean?””Well, remember when we first started dating…? I was telling you about my friend in Chicago?””The lady who works with girls like me and Allie?””Yeah, Maggie. Well, I finally heard from her today. She apologized for taking so long. She took the summer off traveling with her husband. She just got back in her office last week and called me today. Are you still interested in finding out about the program she’s working on?””y… y… YES! Of course we are. It’s been so long we kinda forgot all about it.””I told her I thought you would be. When I told her how far along you two are living as females, she got really interested and wants to meet as soon as possible. She said she’d be happy to catch a flight to Des Moines. Do you think we could meet one night next week?””Um… Y-yeah… Sure! We have dates every Tuesday and Thursday, but any other night we’re free.””I’ll call her tomorrow and see when she can come. But listen, before she gets here, I’ll need you two to come down to my clinic. She wants me to give you each a complete physical so she’ll have some data to take back with her.””Do we have to make appointments?”When Allie overhears the conversation, she turns around and sees Jill grinning and giving her a thumbs-up sign.”Our appointments are always booked up a week at least, but I could do it after hours. You say you have dates tomorrow?””Yeah, we both have dates tomorrow night.””Can you come in Wednesday after work? I need a few days to get results from the lab.””We’ll be there Wednesday. What time?””Is five-thirty good?””Five-thirty is good.” “OK, listen now. I know it’ll be hard, but I don’t want you eating or drinking anything past eight a.m., it’ll mess up the results if you do.””We’ll do it.””OK, sweetheart, I’ll look forward to seeing you girls Wednesday night.”Jill hangs up the phone and screams with joy.”Allie! That was Dr. Walt! The lady in Chicago wants to meet us!”They hug each other so tight they almost squeeze the air out of each other. “I can’t believe it!” Allie cries.Jill starts crying too, and all they can do is hold each other and cry for a few minutes. When they’re finally able Göztepe Escort to compose themselves, they can’t work on the lube orders the rest of the night. They just sit on the couch trying to contemplate what might be about to happen.”Damn, Allie,” Jill says, “We’ve waited so long, I figured we’d never hear anything about it.””Same here,” Allie says, “I hope I can sleep tonight. I don’t want to get my hopes up, just in case it doesn’t actually happen.””I know, I’m not sure what to expect.” Jill says, “It’s gonna be hard to be a good whore on my date tomorrow with this on my mind.””Naw, just think about how it’s gonna be if we actually start getting real girl hormones in our bodies.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next night, while they’re getting dressed for their dates, they’re both giddy at the thought of what their future might hold. Brushing each other’s hair, they tell each other how beautiful they’ve become. Jill’s black-dyed hair has grown far down her back and almost reaches her bra in the front. Allie’s been getting hers trimmed the same length as Jill’s, and from a distance, they almost look like twins.Kissing Allie goodbye as they leave for their dates, Jill’s feeling especially horny, and she knows she’s gonna be a good whore tonight. Her date is Jim Butler, a real estate guy she met at the Club a few weeks ago. He fucked her at the gang bang Saturday night and she remembers he has a nice cock. She was feeling kinda slutty after work, so she wears her black mini with her ‘fuck me’ boots. Jim’s impressed when he meets her in the lobby and his hand presses against her ass as they hug.Jill always makes it a point now to find out as much as she can about her guys. While they’re having dinner, she learns he owns the biggest real estate company in town. He only gets personally involved on big commercial deals, and he has twenty agents working for him handling the residential housing market.”Well, I know where to come when I’m in the market for a house.” she tells him, “That’s one of Allie and my dreams, to buy our own house.””When you’re in the market,” he says, “let me know first. I know about properties before they even get on the market.”The conversation inevitably turns to sex, and Jill asks him if he’s been on very many dates like this. “This is my first date ‘like this,'” he says, “I’ve had a lot of affairs over the years, mostly with women, but a couple of guys too. I’ve never been with anyone like you, half girl and half boy, and I don’t mind paying for it. “What you and Allie have is so unique, and a lot of guys will pay a lot for what you offer. I do have to keep things discreet, cuz if anyone found out about what I do on the side, I’d be screwed. My wife would take me to the cleaners.””Well, nothing to worry about with me,” Jill assures him, “I hold a lot of secrets, and my lips are always sealed.””I know where I’d like your lips to seal.” he teases.”Yeah…? what are we waiting for then? You wanna get started?””Yeah, let’s go up to the room.”Jill’s really feeling horny and she’s hanging on him when they enter their room. After a few deep, erotic kisses, she tells him, “Excuse me for a second… I’ll be right back.”She goes into the bathroom and closes the door. She pulls off her pads and slips on a skimpy pair of panties after running perfume up her crack. Checking her makeup in the mirror, she’s so happy she doesn’t have to wear her wig anymore. When she walks out with a bottle of lube in her hand, she sees Jim’s already on the bed, wearing only his underwear. “Oh my,” she says, “Looks like you’re anxious.””After what I had of you on Saturday night,” he says, “of course I’m anxious for more.”As she does her strip-tease for him, she says, “Well, I told you I’m a lot more fun in private. Now I’m gonna prove it.”Looking at Jim’s almost naked body, he’s in very good shape for a man his age. She’s been with sexier men than Göztepe Escort Bayan him, but most of the men she’s been with are far less sexy. She’s hungry for sex tonight, and she shows it when she starts sucking his cock. She has him squirming as she worships his six-and-a-half-inch length. He’s rock-hard when she crawls up to mount him for a ride. He loves playing with her cock as it bounces around while she fucks. After a few minutes, he turns her over to mount her on her back. She wraps her legs around him as he pounds her, and her moans are not fake. Jim knows what he’s doing in bed and she’s thoroughly enjoying this fuck. When he cums inside her ass, she wants more and rolls over on top of him to suck his cock.Normally the date would end here, but she’s especially horny tonight and she sucks another hard-on out of him like only she can. “Wanna go again?” she teases him.”Holy shit, girl,” he moans, “you weren’t shittin’ about being more fun in private. Of course I’ll go again!”She gets on all fours and lets him fuck her from behind as she clutches the covers in her hands. “Oh yes… yes baby, fuck me… fuck me!” she yells, making him fuck another twenty minutes. He finally gets exhausted and collapses on the bed. He wasn’t able to cum again, but he certainly satisfied Jill’s appetite. When he kisses her goodbye, he gives her a $100 tip on top of the $200 he slipped her before they started. When she gets home, she’s surprised Allie’s not home yet. She gets into her nightgown and rolls a joint so it’ll be ready for later. Allie comes in a half-hour later, and as they’re getting high, they talk about their dates. “I couldn’t believe how horny I was tonight,” Jill says.”Shit… So was I.” Allie says, “My date kept fucking the shit out of me and I just kept loving it.” “I know, ” Jill replies, “After Jim came inside me, I sucked him and gave him another hard-on. I got another twenty minutes out of him, and I could have taken twenty more.”They giggle about it as they smoke another joint a make out on the couch. They feel like fucking again when they get in bed, but since they’ve both had dates, they decide they better just go to sleep instead.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jill reminds Allie not to eat or drink anything when she kisses her off to work Wednesday morning. She made a big breakfast and hopes it’ll help later when they both get hungry. She skips her meditation because she’s so excited she spends the morning writing down her thoughts, filling four pages of her diary.After work, they meet at Dr. Walt’s office, still in their male work clothes. The staff has already gone home and the lone receptionist tells them Walt’s just finishing his last appointment. She has them fill out a stack of forms while they wait. At fifteen-till-six, the receptionist sees the last patient out the door. Walt comes out, and as the receptionist goes home, Walt locks the door behind her.”Good evening, girls,” he says, “welcome to my clinic.””Hi, Walt.” Jill says, “We’re still in our work clothes, we don’t look much like girls right now.””Don’t worry, I’m still in my work clothes too.” Walt laughs.He takes them back to an exam room and says to them, “We’ve all enjoyed some intimate time together, but when we’re here in the clinic you’ll only see my professional side. “I talked with one of the doctors at Northrop University today to find out what tests they want me to do on you. Oh, by the way, I also talked with Maggie today as well. She’d like to come next Wednesday if that works with you.””During the day?” Allie asks.”No. She’s gonna catch an afternoon flight. We’ll have a little chat over dinner. She’s really anxious to meet you. That’s why she’s coming here. She said while it’s hard for girls to get into the program, it’s also hard for them to find the right kind of girls for the program.” “It’s hard to get in?” Jill asks.”She said they have Escort Göztepe to be very careful who they admit. They have a very extensive screening process before they take on a new patient.””Patient?” Jill asks, “But we’re not sick.” “Maggie will explain it better than I can,” Walt says, “Why don’t we get started?”During the next hour, Walt gives them complete physicals to get all the information the doctors at Northrop want. He takes several urine samples and a lot of blood samples to send to the lab. They thought it was funny when Walt says he needs a sperm sample and they have to jack off in the exam room.When they finish all the required exams, Walt tells them, “You’re both in excellent health, as I expected you were. You’ll be surprised how much they’ll know about you when we get all the numbers back from the lab.””Thanks for setting this up for us,” Allie says.”It’s my pleasure,” Walt replies, “I’ve really marveled at how far you girls have come on your own. If this program is what I think it is, I’ll be a joy to see how far you can go if they accept you.”Since they haven’t eaten since breakfast, the first thing they do on their way home is get something to eat. Sitting in the restaurant, they talk about what’s about to happen to them. “What do think, Allie?” Jill asks.”I think that was a lot of shit he checked out. I don’t know what to make of it all.””Me either. I’m looking forward to meeting Maggie next week. We should know more then.”Back home, Jill’s practical mind is focused on what they have to do between now and next Wednesday when they meet Maggie. While they relax and get stoned, she gets Allie focused too.”You know, we’re really gonna have to bust our asses now.” she tells Allie “This has set us behind with our lube orders.””Yeah,” Allie agrees, “we didn’t do anything on it today.””And we didn’t do anything Monday either after Walt called,” Jill adds, “And since we’ve both got dates tomorrow, we’ll probably have to spend all weekend doing lube.””At least we don’t have the Club this weekend.” says Allie, “That’ll help. Did you check the mailbox today?””No, I didn’t have time. I’ll go tomorrow. This is one time I hope we don’t get a lot of orders.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next day at the post office box, while Jill’s taking out two days of mail, and there’s a notice to come to the counter to get a package. At the counter, the postal clerk hands her a thin package about ten by twelve inches. She’s puzzled about what it might be and opens it as soon as she gets in her car. Under the brown paper wrapping is a gift-wrapped package with an envelope taped to it. Inside the envelope is a note:Dear Jill and Allie,It’s been a while since that night we met at The Mixx, but I haven’t forgotten it. You showed me a part of myself that night I never knew. A part of myself I fell in love with. Since that night, I’ve committed myself to have the life I’ve always wanted. I joined a gym and after a week of working out, I met this guy, Jason, who’s as overweight as I am. We hit it off and he asked me out on an actual date. We work out together three times a week now, and we’re both losing weight! A lot of weight!We had a date last weekend and for the first time, we spent the night together having the best sex. I can’t say we’ve fallen in love yet, but it’s getting close.I would have never done this if I hadn’t met you two that night. I drew you a picture of how I see you two beautiful people. Please accept it is as a small token of my appreciation for our friendship.Love, SarahJill is touched reading Sarah’s note, but when she opens the gift wrap, she starts crying. Inside is a framed, eight-by-ten pen-and-ink drawing of her and Allie. They’re standing together naked, face-to-face, about to kiss. They have beautiful female bodies, with long, flowing hair and beautiful, fully developed breasts. Sarah gave them both erect cocks with the tips touching each other. From the expressions on their faces to the foreskin on Allie’s cock, the drawing has such detail it could easily be mistaken for a photograph. Jill stares at it for several minutes with tears running down her cheeks. Her eyes are still red and moist when she gets home. “What’s wrong?” Allie asks.

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“Shit,” Maria said, hissing air through her teeth. “Really? Again?” She spun the steering wheel sharply to the left, took a glance in her side mirror, and finished parking before letting out an exasperated sigh. Her 1999 Ford F-150 had lasted a long while, but this was the third time in as many months that the check engine light had turned on, and Maria was starting to lose her patience. This time, the truck had barely made it two miles down the road before letting her know something was wrong, and Maria knew she couldn’t afford another trip to the shop this month. She slammed her fist into the dashboard, hoping maybe that some aggression might help whip the old beater into shape, but the yellow light shone on. Taking the keys from the ignition, Maria took a moment to collect herself before swinging down from the seat and heading towards the bar. In the short walk across the parking lot, Maria realized that she was underdressed for the bitter Midwestern evening, yet another annoyance in a day that seemed full of them. It’s so hard to tell this time of year whether night would be as warm as the day, but she now regretted not grabbing a sweater to protect her against the crisp early autumn air. Her thin white v-neck was not cutting it, and she quickened her pace to the bar’s entrance to avoid the biting wind. Luckys, the bar in question, couldn’t have been more of a dive if it tried to be, but that didn’t seem to affect its popularity much at all. In fact, it seemed only to work in the bar’s favor, and for thirty years now the place had been a watering hole for all the locals in town. Whether you were a drunk, an employee, or a student from a nearby university, Lucky’s had a spot for you. In fact, Maria had regularly drank here during her own college days, nearly two decades ago now. The decor had hardly changed since then, but Maria didn’t really mind — it certainly helped give the little dive bar its charm. The bartender, a younger woman named Beth, nodded at Maria as she walked in rubbing her arms for warmth. “Hey there hon, good to see ya again,” she said. “Sit anywhere ya like.” Maria nodded and scanned the room. For a Wednesday night, the place was actually pretty ısparta escort packed. Some businessmen, ties loosened around their necks, stood playing darts in the back, pushing and shouting at one another like drunk men tend to do. A group of college students sat huddled around two tables in the corner, deep in conversation with one another. Some younger girls that Maria was shocked were of drinking age sat at the bar with two margaritas each, and a dozen or so other patrons were scattered about the room. No sign of Katie though. Maria sighed yet again. On another night, this wouldn’t have bothered her that much — Katie had never been on time to anything in the fifteen years she’d known her. But today, after so many things had not gone her way, Maria was not in the mood to sit around and wait for her friend. Besides, it was Katie’s idea to get a drink in the first place. Maria ordered a beer, tossed the bartender some crumpled bills from her purse, and made her way to a booth opposite the students. The smells of a dive bar filled her nose as she pushed further into the room — spilt beer, sweat, peanuts, desperation. She took it all in and smiled, deep in a sensory memory of years gone by, before sliding her way into the seat. “Hey,” she typed out to Katie in a text. “At Luckys. You close?” The three dots that indicated a reply was on its way appeared almost instantly. “Oh shit Maria, I’m sorry. I completely forgot.” Maria cursed under her breath. “Seriously Kate?” she typed. “I didn’t even want to come out tonight.” More typing on Katie’s end. God, she could be so annoying. Maria took another glance around the bar as she waited for her friend’s excuse, wondering if anyone else here was having as shitty of a day as her. “I really am sorry, things got crazy at work this week and I didn’t even know what day it was. I’m actually still at the office.” Maria felt a little less angry at her friend after reading that. It was nearly 7:00 PM now, and she knew that Katie got into work before 6:00 every morning. She’d probably forget things too if she was working  13 hour days. “Damn,” Maria typed. “I’m sorry. Don’t hakkari escort worry about it, we’ll catch up next week.”Katie’s reply came immediately. “Thanks so much, babe — and again, I’m really sorry!” “It’s okay!” Maria typed, and put down her phone. And it was okay, she meant that. Still, though, Maria felt defeated. After working all day, getting dressed to go out, driving her broken-down truck, and freezing her ass off, the last thing she needed tonight was to get stood up by her best friend. Katie had a job and a husband and two kids to worry about — Maria would never blame her for putting them first— but it didn’t stop her from being pissed. She grabbed her beer, drank the remaining half in a single gulp, and moved to slide out of the booth. Hopefully, her truck could at least get her home. However, at that very moment, the bartender came over to Maria’s table with another beer in hand. “Oh no dear, sorry,” Maria said, “don’t think I can scrounge up the change for another tonight.” Beth grinned. “Well, good thing you won’t have to. Someone bought ya this one.” Maria didn’t quite know what to say. Not only had she not been bought a drink in almost a decade, but Luckys was not the kind of place where you bought a stranger’s beer. “Well?” the bartender said. “You want it?” Leaning in closer she added, “and do you wanna know who paid for it?” Maria grabbed the bottle by the neck, put it to her lips, and nodded. She was intrigued. “One of the college boys over there,” Beth said with a smirk, nodding her head to the table on the other side of the room. “Now, normally I’d tell them to fuck off and leave ya well enough alone but, well, I don’t know, he felt like ya needed it.” She paused for a moment.  “And I agreed.” “Well, you’re right,” Maria said, swallowing half the bottle’s contents in one go. “Both of you. Thanks.” She paused for a moment before asking, “So which one was it?” The bartender’s grin grew wider still. “Brown hair, glasses, crewneck sweatshirt. He’s cute, if I do say so myself. Bit…softer spoken than most of the college crowd. Comes in here a couple times a week with his friends.” Maria risked bingöl escort taking a glance at the table, and she was met with direct eye contact from the boy in question. He was indeed cute, even from afar and even in this dingy old bar. He wore a simple gray sweater with the logo of the local college on the front and had thick, long brown hair that seemed to just touch his shoulders. He was clean-shaven or at least appeared to be from this distance, and his eyes were framed by a cute pair of glasses. The corners of his mouth turned upward when Maria met his gaze and, seemingly unnoticed by his peers, the boy raised his own glass in a toast towards Maria. She quickly averted her eyes. “Enjoy honey,” the bartender said as she walked away. “You deserve it.” Maria didn’t know what to feel, but deserving wasn’t necessarily at the top of the list. She was embarrassed, firstly, that she looked like the kind of woman who needed a drink. Years ago, with her own college friends, she remembered cutting her eyes at the folks who drank alone at Lucky’s on a weekday, and here she was, fifteen years later, doing the very same thing. And wearing what? A five-year-old shirt and a pair of unwashed jeans? Twenty-two-year-old Maria would’ve felt sorry for the old maid across the room too. That aside though, Maria was flattered. Her mood, along with her heart rate, immediately turned upward, and she felt her cheeks turning red. The stressors of her day were not gone from her mind, but they have certainly pushed a little further back by this college kid and his four-dollar gesture. And he really was cute. And if he was… no, forget it. In the back of Maria’s mind, a devilish and carnal plot began to form, but she pushed it aside as quickly as it came. Then, taking another sip of her new drink, she risked another glance at the table and … … he was still staring right at her. She guessed he hadn’t taken her eyes off her at all, and the boy’s friends still seemed oblivious. Maria saw something in his eyes now though. Something she recognized. Want. Need. She liked it, and the lecherous thoughts returned. Maria smiled, raised her own bottle, and mirrored the younger man’s toast. He grinned but broke eye contact immediately, re-joining his friends’ conversation without missing a beat. For a moment, Maria’s mind raced in a million different directions. What if you’re wrong? What if he’s making fun of you? What if he thinks you’re someone else? What if he’s a serial killer who preys on single thirty-somethings? 

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Melody was stark naked, holding her mum’s hairbrush in her hand and thinking quickly how to put it back in her room before it was found to be missing. She heard her mum go to the kitchen to put away the food shopping and, realising this was her only chance quickly exited her bedroom, ran down the hallway, and replaced the hairbrush before sprinting back to her room and closing the door as her mum finished unpacking.Trying to think of a good lie if anything was discovered, Melody got dressed in the clothes she had been wearing earlier minus the soaked underwear, and went out to talk to her mum. Finding her in the bedroom brushing her hair, Melody tried not to giggle, thinking of how if that hairbrush could talk she’d be in BIG trouble!Her mother Carla was tall, with chestnut coloured hair that was tied in a bun; at forty-five she had a body that made her look ten years younger. This was mostly because Carla still went swimming and played tennis practically every weekend to keep herself fit.Seeing Melody in the doorway of her room, Carla was itching to tell Melody what her friend had informed her at lunch: that she had started spanking her daughter Sophie once a week.Melody was shocked. She wasn’t best friends with Sophie but knew her well enough: a tall girl a year older than her who often was rather forgetful yet had managed to ace practically every test at Uni recently, now Melody knew why!Melody responded that Sophie gets this really bitchy tone in her voice so must need discipline to correct her bad behaviour, which is exactly what Carla had wanted to hear; setting the trap she asked Melody whether Sophie was too old to get a spanking.Melody blundered ahead saying emphatically that a brat like Sophie required long, hard spankings every day https://escortium.org considering her attitude.This prompted Carla to tell Melody that she was similar to Sophie in many ways: brattiness, swearing, an untidy bedroom, being lazy, and wearing revealing outfits.Carla pressed ahead by announcing that spankings would improve Melody’s attitude, and weekly spankings were recommended in a pamphlet Sophie’s mum had given to her.The Punishment Contract was attached to the pamphlet which explained that once both parties had signed it, the mother was in control of her adult daughter and could decide to spank her for being naughty! Setting the contract aside for the meantime, she started reading all the positive stories describing the improved relationships and character of the disciplined daughters.Carla had actually been trying to introduce this disciplinary scheme for a few weeks, as Melody could be a handful, and having her sulking around the house for days on end created tension. If she could ease Melody into the idea of weekly maintenance spankings, then Carla knew she could advance onto disciplining Melody whenever she was bitchy with a good spanking and corner time to adjust her attitude.Melody was in two minds – on the one hand it would definitely be nice to have someone spanking her regularly, as the orgasms she’d had from spanking herself had been incredible. While she thought back to her earlier antics Melody’s pussy started getting wet very quickly. On the other hand, giving her mum the right to spank her and discipline her had a serious downside in that she may not want the spanking when it was being given.Melody snapped at her mother that she was firmly opposed to having her bare bottom being spanked with a hairbrush and that the conversation was over.Carla feigned defeat and let her daughter leave the room, only asking that she keep the pamphlet in case she reconsidered the idea. The hairbrush comment had been out of the blue, making her wonder why Melody had thought she’d use that to spank her?Hours later, Melody was lying on her bed, her mind still in turmoil as she thought about whether to get spanked on a regular basis by her mum.She could ask for a one-time spanking to see if it works?The idea was very risky, her mum may not want to stop when or if it wasn’t to Melody’s liking, and if it was then it would be really humiliating to be aroused while being disciplined.Melody was really horny, the thought of being made to comply by first undressing, then getting spanked hard followed by enduring a humiliating corner time was too much to handle.Melody quickly stripped off, picturing herself being made to bend over and take thirty hard spanks with the hairbrush and having to stand facing the wall to think about what a bad girl she had been lately. Thinking of how she both needed and deserved this punishment her left hand reached her hot cunt and started to rub herself vigorously while her right hand felt her hard nipples; pinching them slightly Melody gasped as she felt a burst of pleasure. This soon lead to her fingering herself and as soon as she hit her G-spot a nice orgasm swept over her, not as powerful as earlier, but satisfying all the same. Still naked, Melody fell asleep dreaming of the hairbrush.The next week was a nightmare for Melody, her mum Carla worked from home so there never seemed to be any time to give herself a good hard spanking to take the edge off, and her body clearly needed it! This resulted in her being short with her mum, who Melody knew had not forgotten about the idea of putting her under a punishment scheme. After a brief argument on Thursday with her mother, Carla urged Melody to take another look at the pamphlet as Carla would be more than happy to start the program by giving her daughter an ‘Attitude Adjustment.’Normally Melody wouldn’t have listened to the request when in such a stroppy mood; yet when back in her bedroom she found herself reading the arguments for a spanking regime with glowing quotes from both mothers and daughters happy with the new arrangements. As Melody continued to read on, her mother’s words regarding an Attitude Adjustment reverberated in her mind.On the inside of the pamphlet were drawings showing women being hand spanked over their mother’s knee, as well as having their underwear lowered beforehand, then a caption reminding the parent to put their naughty daughter in the corner of the room, referred to as ‘Naughty Spot Time.’Melody had a surge of arousal as she read the next section, describing how naked bare bottom spankings were best to reinforce the control the parent has and make the discipline more humiliating to improve the behaviour modification, subliminally making the daughters better behaved to avoid attitude adjustments.Melody almost came when she got to the last paragraph, detailing that the scheme should be presented as being weekly spankings. This should make the daughters feel like they have some say in the matter, before getting them to sign The Punishment Contract giving disciplinary control over to their mothers. The Contract was attached to the back of the pamphlet with vague sounding phrases that seemed as though it was once a week punishment. Melody saw it was written to allow as many spankings as the mother wanted to take place, with a suggested list of punishable offences which Melody constantly broke.

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THE MEETINGI had woke up a bit earlier and was just lying in bed relaxing for a few moments before starting my day. My family had left for the day, my son and his wife at work, my grandsons at school. I decided to have a cigarette so I rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and put them on. I grabbed a cigarette and my sunglasses and headed out of the house. It was a perfect spring morning just the right temperature. I sat on the front step then adjusted myself in my shorts to get comfortable. I lit my cigarette.I saw the door on the house across the street open and the neighbor lady stepped out. She looked at me and waved. She then lit her own cigarette and walked down her front steps and across the streets to our house. She is about five foot six inches tall. Wearing a loose top I could not make out her breasts very well but they looked nice and her ass nicely rounded out the shorts she wore. She had shoulder-length red hair, sexy lips, and the prettiest green eyes. I, unfortunately, started getting aroused imagining those lips wrapped around my dick. We had not ever interacted because she was not out much more than to go to work, go shopping, and mow her yard. She kept to herself most of the time.”Hello, my name is Sharon. How are you doing?” she asked as she approached.”I’m doing fine, my name is Jim. How are you?” I asked.”I’m good.” She paused for a moment looking at me and then continued. “I have a couple of questions to ask if you don’t mind. To be honest I am not sure how to ask this. Some might get a bit personal, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” she said.”Go ahead and ask. If it’s something I feel uncomfortable answering I will tell you, however, I will answer pretty well anything. Go ahead,” I told her.”OK,” She paused again for a moment. “I assume this is your family you live with.””Yes, my son, his wife, and my two grandsons,” I replied.”When you moved in I saw you with a lady, was that your wife or girlfriend?” she asked me.”My wife, she died five years ago,” I replied.”Sorry to hear that. My condolences. Since then I have not seen you with a woman, do you mind if I ask you why?” she asked.”I have had my one true love. I just don’t want to try for another relationship and I just don’t have an interest in starting to date again. Besides at this point, I wouldn’t know where to start,” I replied.”Oh, so you have no interest in meeting another lady?” she asked.”I did not say that. I am sixty-four years old. We lived together and loved each other for thirty-seven years. I had a hard time when I lost her. For quite a while I just did not care what happened to me I missed her so much. It took me a while to adjust my life to living without her and living with my family. I don’t know if I could make those adjustments again. I would not be averse to meeting a lady I could sit and have coffee with, go out for a couple of drinks or sit and talk. Possibly more,” I said.”So you might not be against having a sexual relationship with a new lady again?” she asked.”No I would not. I would be open to a friend with benefits type arrangement,” I told her.”OK. Would you be willing to come over to my house so we can have a more private conversation? I know your family sometimes pop in and out and I would like not to be interrupted,” she asked.”OK, let me go in to get dressed and I will be right over,” I told her.”No, please don’t. Your area fine just liked that, besides you’re doing that might give me just enough time to chicken out and end this,” she said.”OK, let’s go,” I said.I put my cigarette out and dropped it in the can I had there for that purpose, she did the same and we walked across the street. We went into her living room she had me sit https://escortium.org on her couch next to an armchair. She went in the kitchen and I saw her pour herself a shot of vodka and quickly down it. She stood there a moment like she was working up her courage. She came back in and she sat in the chair and looked at me.”For a bit of courage,” she said.”Why? I told you I am willing to talk about almost anything, no holds barred,” I said to her.”So, here’s the story. I have some particular interests that the men I have been with were not willing to let me indulge. In particular, I am fascinated by men’s bodies and none of the men I have been with would let me indulge this fascination,” she said to me.”OK, and your point is?” I said to her, starting to get an idea where this might be leading.”I have been particularly interested in men’s nipples all my life and only one man I have been with was willing to indulge me. Unfortunately, he got a promotion and moved away. I did not want to leave here so I stayed. I am extremely interested in men’s bodies. I have been watching you for a while now and you have intrigued me deeply. I have seen you sit out front smoking and occasionally adjust yourself in your shorts and reach up and tweak your nipples when you thought no one was looking. That has interested me. I have found myself getting horny fantasizing about you. Do you like having your nipples played with?” she asked.”Yes, I do. I love it very much,” I replied.”Would you be interested in having sex with me?” she asked.”Well this is kind of quick but yes I would. I guess we could try things out and see how well we match,” I said to her.”Can I slide over and look at your nipples and play with them a bit? Your nipples fascinate me. They are so large and stand up from your body so much all the time,” she said.”Go ahead play with them all you want,” I said.Sharon slid off her chair onto her knees between my legs and leaned in looking intently at my nipples for a few moments. Slowly she brought her hands up and gently started rubbing around the areola and lightly brushing the tips of my nipples. After a few minutes, she leaned forward and lightly licked each of my nipples. I groaned and arched my back, I was enjoying it so much. She started to suckle each one hard and pulled back letting it pull out of her mouth with a pop.”God, more, more,” I groaned.Then she asked, “Can I pull on them and maybe twist them?””Go ahead I love whatever you are doing,” I told her.She took each of them in her fingers and lightly pinched them and pulled on them then released them.”Oh, you must have enjoyed that. They are really standing up nice and proud now,” she said to me.”Yes I did. Very much,” I groaned.She leaned forward and started sucking my right nipple and tweaking my left with her hand. Then I noticed her rubbing the inside of my thighs with her left hand. Slowly she advanced her hand up the leg of my shorts to my dick which was now very hard. She ran her fingers lightly over it before she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed it. She backed off my nipples and looked me in the eyes.”I just have to know,” she said.Then she grasped the waistband of my shorts and started sliding them down. I lifted so she could pull them down. I slid my buttocks forward to the edge of the couch. She slid them down my legs and off my feet then grasped my dick again and started sliding it up and down.”It’s been too long. You have a lovely dick. Do you mind if I suck it?” she asked.”Go ahead. It’s been a long time for me too and you have me really excited. I don’t know if I can last much longer,” I told her.She leaned forward and slowly licked from my balls up to the tip of my dick a few times. I groaned.”It’s been too long since I have had a nice hard dick to play with,” she told me.She stuck her tongue out and licked at my pee hole. Then she slowly put the head of my dick in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I watched her hardly believing this was happening. She popped it out of her mouth and slowly stroked it up and down just looking at it. Then she put it back in her mouth and started sucking hard while looking up at me. When she came up on my dick she would pause a moment and swirl her tongue around the head while she played with my nipples. I closed my eyes just enjoying the feel of her lips sliding up and down my dick. I moaned loudly. Then she started seriously bobbing her head up and down. I did not last long. I felt my orgasm ready to let loose.”I’m about to cum,” I warned her. She came up took a deeper breath and swallowed all seven inches of my dick. That was enough to push me over the edge. I started spurting cum. She backed off a bit and took the full load in her mouth. After I finished she sat back for a moment before swallowing then licked her lips.”Thank you! It has been a long time since I have tasted cum. I have missed that,” she said to me.I regained my composure and leaned forward took her head in my hands and pulled her toward me.”I have to thank you properly for the wonderful gift you have given me,” I said.As I pulled her up to me her eyes went wide. Then I kissed her. She returned the kiss. I could taste the remains of my cum in her mouth as we swirled our tongues around each other.When we broke the kiss I told her it was my turn. I stood her up and swapped places with her. I leaned in and started by nibbling on her ear lobes. After a moment I started cupping her breast in my hand. She was breathing hard. She pushed me back a bit and slid her top over her head revealing a beautiful black lace bra. Her nipples poked out proudly. She then reached back and unhooked her bra displaying a beautiful pair of tits. In my estimation a D cup.I went back to her ears and slowly licked and nibbled my way down to her breasts while cupping them and tweaking her nipples. What a pair of nipples. They stood out from her breasts about three-quarters of an inch. I pinched them lightly.”Harder, please, harder,” she groaned.I squeezed and rolled her nipples between my fingers. When I had kissed my way down to her breasts I started cupping them as I kissed and licked my way around them finally zeroing in on her nipples. I licked and sucked on them occasionally biting them lightly.She raised her hips and I took the hint and slid her pants off and then I slid off her beautiful sheer black lace panties revealing her beautiful red bush.When she leaned back I continued my journey with my lips and tongue. I slid my hand down to her pussy and started running my fingers through her bush before sliding down to massage her lips. I continued my oral journey down her body stopping to kiss and lick her navel. I continued my way down to her bush.She took my head in her hands and looked at me. “I hope you don’t mind but I have not had a man in so long I stopped grooming myself.””I like a bush on a woman. I don’t mind if you let it run wild. Whatever you want to do with it is fine with me. If you want to trim a bit I don’t mind. If you want to groom it a bit that is fine with me, however, I love a nice bush. I hope you don’t mind if a pause for a moment to look at your pussy and smell it. It’s been more than 5 years since I have had the pleasure,” I told her.”Go ahead, but don’t take too long. It’s been a long time for me too. I am really hot right now,” she said.Then she slid her butt to the edge of the couch and reached down spreading her lips.I leaned forward inhaling the scent for a moment and looking at her lovely pink pussy. I discovered a beautiful large clit. I was going to have fun with this. I moved her hands away. I reached out with my tongue licking around her lips staying away from her clit for the moment thinking she is probably as worked up as I was. All the while watching her face to gauge her enjoyment. After licking around her lips I started licking up her slit going a little deeper each time. I plunged my tongue into her pussy savoring the sweet taste of her juices. I tongue fucked her for a bit enjoying her tangy taste. Then I gently swirled my tongue around her hood avoiding her clit. By now she was moaning and thrusting her hips up at my mouth with her eyes closed. I started gently licking her clit.”Oh my God, YES! That’s wonderful,” she screamed.I started licking harder then sucked her clit into my mouth. I sucked on it like she had just done with my dick. While her clit was in my mouth I licked around it. Then I slipped my index finger in and started sliding it in and out which elicited more moans from her. After a moment I slipped a second finger into her pussy. I worked them in and out for a moment to get them nice and slippery with her juices.”YES,” she screamed.I then curled my fingers up looking for that glorious spot that would drive her over the edge. From the moans, I started hearing I figured I found it. I worked my fingers massaging that spot while I sucked harder of her clit while running the flat of my tongue up and down her clit.”Oh my God, I’m cumming!” she yelled.Then she arched her back and screamed. I sucked harder rolling her clit with my tongue. As she spasmed I shifted down and ran my tongue into her slit and continued licking drinking in her juices. Finally, she pushed my head away from her pussy. I sat back with her pussy juices sheared on my face and watched her pussy and asshole pulsing after her orgasm. After she stopped shuddering and caught her breath she took my head in her hands and pulled me up for a kiss. When she broke the kiss she licked my lips.”Oh my God, I have never had a man eat my pussy like that and I have never had an orgasm that strong. I could let you do that all day. I really should not have done this today but I figured if I didn’t I might never do it. But as much as I would like to continue to savor this moment I have to be at work in three hours and I need to get ready. This might take longer than usual after what you just did to me. That is the only reason I stopped you. Can you come over in the morning at nine so we can talk about this and learn a little bit about each other?” she asked.”I will see you at nine,” I told her.I stood up to slip on my shorts. She leaned in and gave the head of my dick a kiss. I slipped my shorts on. She stood up and embraced me in a hug. I leaned in and kissed her.She leaned back and looked into my eyes with a bit of concern on her face.”I hope you don’t think I’m easy. I just have not been with a man for seven years,” she told me.”And I hope you don’t think I’m the type to fuck and run. But we will talk about it all tomorrow morning. I WILL see you at nine,” I told her.I gave her another kiss and turned and headed back home.THE SECOND TIMEAt nine o’clock I tapped on her door. I was looking forward to talking with her. I heard steps running to the door inside. She opened the door with a big smile on her face. She was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. From the look of those beautiful breasts bouncing she probably was not wearing a bra.”You’re here. I was afraid you wouldn’t come over,” she said.”I said I would be here and like I told you yesterday I am not one to fuck and run,” I told her.”I was afraid you figured you got your blowjob from that old bitch across the street and would not come back,” she said to me.

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