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Another Stripper Story – A Special Party

While I truly enjoy my job stripping in a gentleman’s club, I love even more to be touched and fondled by strangers. Any opportunity that I have to get a stranger to touch me just drives me crazy. That’s why when one of the customers of the club asked me to do a private show for him, I eagerly agreed. Knowing what might happen at the show got me turned on, and I kept pressing him for details of the event.

He was opening a motorcycle shop and hosting a big party with lots of his biker friends. He wanted me to do a private show for some of his special customers, and had set up a special room in the back of the shop. We agreed on terms and conditions, and I marked the date on my calendar. We sealed the deal with a wonderful evening of sex and alcohol, and I was even beginning to have feelings for my new biker friend, Dave.

The morning of the show, I took special care with my shower, shaved everything smooth, except for a little “racing stripe” of blond pussy hair. I packed several outfits in my bag, and drove over to the shop. Dave let me in, and we shared a deep kiss. He checked out my outfits and approved. “You look so hot,” he said, “I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.”

“You know I love this kind of thing.” I replied. “I’m anxious to get started.”

“How about if we take a few pictures, first.” Dave said. “I brought my camera. I’d love to get some shots of you on these Harley’s.”

“Yeah, sure,” I agreed. “Bikini, topless, what?”

“All of the above!”

We had some fun taking some sexy photos on the bikes. Before we were finished, some of the guys who were invited to the party started showing up. When they walked in, I was topless, leaning back on one of the bikes, legs spread wide apart, with just a tiny scrap of a bikini bottom covering my crotch. Apparently I was the surprise entertainment for the afternoon, and they just stood and stared. I loved it! With an audience, I really showed off for the camera, touching myself, licking my nipples, but I didn’t want to reveal everything before the show. So I kept the bikini bottoms on – even so, those last few shots were great.

I changed my outfit for the opening. Dave and I agreed I should wear my leather bra top with the nipples open, black thigh-high leather boots, and a pair of tiny leather shorts – so short and tight, my butt cheeks peeked out in the back. For the first part of the opening, I would just be serving beer, mingling with guests, posing for photos, and being “friendly.”

I had a great time talking to the guests, all men, and serving them beers. Occasionally someone would pinch my nipples or slap my bottom, and of course, this just made me hot and wet. A few of the guys posed with me for pictures. For these, I removed my top, so they could cover my tits with their hands. Cute pictures.

As the time for the show approached, I went into the back room and got my outfits together. I was planning a regular strip show, which would wind up totally nude. Of course, I would also offer lap dances, to anyone who was bold enough. The guys began coming into the room where a makeshift stage had been set up. There were some chairs and room for standing as well. The music started and I began to dance.

For this first routine, I had on a red leather outfit with lots of zippers. Slowly I removed the top and shook my tits in the closest guy’s face. Rubbing my nipples all over his cheeks and mouth until he opened his mouth and sucked. I threw my head back and moaned, slowly backing away. Next came the skirt, sliding down my thighs and over my calves and off. Now in just my red leather thong, I completed the first song. As the second song began, I eased the thong down my thighs, revealing my bare pussy. I danced around a little – coming close to the guys, but not close enough to touch – not yet. I did some of my nasty poses, squatting down with my knees spread wide open, ass cheeks resting on my heels. In this pose, my pussy lips opened slightly showing my moist pink inner folds. I stroked myself and licked Denizbostanlısı Escort my fingers. Some of the guys groaned.

Next I lay back on the floor of the stage and lifted my legs up off the floor, up and back over my head. In this position, the guys got a great view of my pussy and asshole. I stroked myself, paying particular attention to the puckering rosebud of my asshole. I inserted a fingertip and rubbed all around the outside. By this time I was so wet and my cunt was throbbing. I continued dancing around getting closer and closer to the guys at the edge of the stage. Next I sat down right on the edge of the stage and placed my booted feet on one guys’ shoulders. He was staring right at my pussy. I stroked my slit, up and down, letting my fingers penetrate the folds and get really wet. I offered my wet fingers to the guy and he eagerly sucked them.

“I want to suck on more than fingers.” The guy next to him said.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me lick that kitty.” Said another one of the guys. I was getting so turned on. I was game for their suggestions, but wondered what Dave would think. Could he handle all that – or did he really want me to do all his friends that afternoon. I decided to test him and find out. After all, if we were to get together, he would have to accept me and all the wild stuff I love to do. Right?

I scooted down the stage to another one of the guys. I opened my knees wide apart and leaned back. Was he shy? No! He leaned right over, and licked my slit. I moaned and threw my head back. I grabbed the back of his head and held him in place, his face buried in my pussy.

“Oh yeah, that’s the way!” I yelled out, laughing.

I enjoyed the tonguing of a few more of the guys, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dave, looking angry, and moving toward me.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, and hauled me up to my feet. “I think I need to teach you a lesson.” He pulled me with him toward the back of the stage, I looked over my shoulder at the faces of the guys who were watching the show. Some of them were grinning, even laughing, at Dave’s show of force. I was a little embarrassed, wondering what Dave was going to do. After all, we agreed to this type of show. He pushed me up against the back wall of the stage, facing the rest of the room. I was strangely excited, beginning to have an idea what Dave just might be planning for me. It was then I noticed the hooks and rope attached above me on the wall. Before I knew what was happening, Dave had my hands tied over my head, the right one pulled up toward the right corner of the ceiling, the left one in the opposite corner.

“What do you think, Ang? Who’s in control now?” He whispered, his face close to mine. I barely had time to respond before his mouth came down over mine, his tongue probing my lips apart. His hands covered my breasts, squeezing, and tugging and pulling on my nipples. I groaned against his mouth. All I could think about was my throbbing clit. I barely heard the catcalls and shouts of the guys who were watching us. Gradually it began to sink in.

“Come on, Dave. Let us get some of that too.”

“Yeah. We paid our share.”

“Ok guys, she’s all yours!” Dave announced. “Oh, yeah, one more thing” he said to me softly. “I promised them I’d tie your feet apart, too. Is that OK?” I shivered with a new excitement, strangely mixed with fear, and nodded. He proceeded to tie my ankles spread wide apart to some hooks that had been previously installed in the baseboard.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Dave exclaimed, his hands lightly stroking my breasts and belly. His fingers gradually moved lower, stroking my pussy, lightly teasing the tiny thatch of hair I left just over my slit, and sliding down over my lips. He teased the folds, stroking more deeply, slipping his fingers into my wet, juicy cunt, finally rubbing over my swollen clit. I moaned and pressed against his hand.

“No, sweetie, save that for my buddies.” I could only moan in agreement. I could hardly believe how cool he was being. The Denizbostanlısı Escort Bayan first guy approached a little timidly and started by stroking my breasts, and pulling on my nipples. I was so anxious for him to get to my pussy, I moaned and caught the eye of the guy who was standing behind him, sort of waiting his turn. I smiled and nodded my head a little. He got the message and came right over closer. He wasted no time getting down on his knees licking my inner thighs. As his mouth got higher and higher, the first guy’s fingers finally reached my cunt and began stroking. I rocked against his hand, and his fingers soon were inside me. The second guy’s mouth working its way up my thigh, now reached my pussy and as his tongue flicked over my clit, I melted into my first orgasm. My legs felt like liquid, and I wished I could lay or at least sit down. He continued his oral assault on my little knob, as the waves of my orgasm racked through me.

Dave must have gone out into the other room, because one of the other guys, sensing my discomfort, untied me, and gently eased me onto the floor. He gently began kissing me, and stroking my breasts and belly, as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. As soon as I saw his beautiful 8” tool, I moaned and reached for it, opening my legs wider to take him in. Slowly he eased into my sopping pussy, and began pumping in and out. Everyone was quiet, and it seemed like we were moving in slow motion. The sensations of his penis in my vagina were all I could focus on. I didn’t even feel the hard, cold floor beneath me. We began kissing very passionately, and even though I had never met this guy before, it felt like we were truly making love. I ran my hands up under his shirt, felt his chest, his shoulders, and around to his back. I reached lower, and stroked his balls, and around his hips and clutched his ass. We continued stroking each others’ depths, and I reached around his ass, and lightly scraped my nails along his crack. I gently probed his asshole, and felt him moan, and buck, before he emptied himself into me. We continued to kiss like lovers, reluctant to let each other go. I gently broke away and slowly kissed down his body, opening the buttons on his shirt as I moved lower. He closed his eyes and sighed, and I heard some grunts and groans from the onlookers. As my head moved lower, I felt hands on my butt, and wiggled it around a bit as encouragement. As I took my lovers cock into my mouth, I felt my asscheeks being probed and separated by rough hands. As one guy must have been forcing my asscheeks apart, someone else was penetrating my asshole with a finger – or, no, something else. Something not much larger than a finger, but cold and wet with lubricant. Suddenly it began humming and vibrating, and my ass just sort of sucked it in. It felt incredible, and I could feel another orgasm beginning to throb. I licked and sucked my lovers cock, enjoying the vibrator in my ass, and then I felt another large cock penetrate my vagina. I was so wet with semen and my own cum juices, it slipped right in, and stayed there, not moving. The vibrations just continued to build, and I bucked against his belly, feeling the incredible pressure in my ass and cunt. As I sucked and licked, I reached up and fingered his balls and the sweet spot right behind them, I felt the stirrings of his orgasm from deep in his balls and sucked deeper and harder. He squirted deep in my throat, and I continued sucking and licking every last drop.

Suddenly I was grabbed and forced down on my back again, as yet another guy climbed on and slammed his cock into me. He forced my legs up over my head, so he could go deeper, and I grunted with pleasure. I felt so used and slutty, I knew this was a day I wouldn’t soon forget. Three more guys fucked me while I was down on my back, and the vibrator was still up my ass. Wow! What an amazing sensation.

Another guy wanted me on all fours, so I flipped over on my hands and presenting my ass high in the air. But I was surprised when instead of feeling Escort Denizbostanlısı his cock pressing against me, I felt his mouth, licking and lapping my slit, and sucking against my asshole. He sucked the vibrator right out of my butt and put it aside. And just as quickly, replaced the vibrator with his cock, slamming it in my ass over and over. As he fucked my asshole, another guy, got down on his back and slipped his head in underneath me, and placed his hands on my hips and pulled my pussy down on his face. He tongued my slit, and probed deeper, tongue-fucking me, then flicked his tongue over my clit. He closed his lips over the tiny bud, and sucked gently, and flicked with his tongue. I quickly came to another earth-shattering orgasm, Before I could recover, I was being taken again from the rear, and another cock was forced between my lips. I eagerly sucked and bucked, enjoying more semen being pumped into me from both ends.

When I had taken care of all the guys who had been invited to the special party, we took some nude photos. I posed with cocks in my mouth, my ass, and my pussy. I posed sitting on faces, and riding cocks. Soon after, the guys left, and Dave and I were finally alone. After all this, I was exhausted. I had been having sex for several hours, and I needed to rest. Dave led me to yet another back room where there was a cot and helped me lay down on the cool sheets, removed my boots, and began massaging my feet.

“Angelina, you were awesome. I have never been so turned on watching you. That was incredible, and now I just want to eat all that cum and juices out of your pussy.” But I was already nodding off. The alcohol and sex had wiped me out.

“OK, babe, I’ll let you get some rest.” Dave said and flipped off the light, leaving me alone.

The next thing I remember was hearing his voice waking me up and saying he had one more surprise for me. I smiled and reached for him without opening my eyes. Instead, I felt lips on my pussy, and a tongue gently probing.

“Mmmm.” I was beginning to wake up now, and was ready to make love with Dave. The licking was so gentle and soft, I reached down for Dave’s head, and to my surprise, found long silky hair – it wasn’t Dave. I opened my eyes and looked into the eyes of a beautiful, sexy woman. Now I was really turned on. I had only had one other bisexual experience, and it was such a exciting high.

“Hi, I’m Genna, a friend of Dave’s. When I saw your pictures, I told him I thought you were gorgeous, and I wanted to do you. I hope you don’t mind. I just want to eat you out, you don’t even have to do me. Just lie back and enjoy.”

“Sure, yeah. Why not?” I replied. I wondered where Dave was – would he get off watching us? I sort of hoped so. Seemed like he should enjoy the surprise, too. Genna’s breath was warm on my pussy and I lifted my hips to meet her mouth. She was an expert pussy-licker, and she went to town on me. Her tongue probed my slit, and seemed to go so deep into my vagina, I could actually feel her wiggle it inside me. She pressed her face into my crotch and sucked on my clit, flicking it with her tongue, and tonguing my slit. She licked my asshole, and tongue-fucked my butt. I could feel another orgasm starting, but wanted to hold off. I pulled her up to me, and kissed her deeply.

We sucked on each others tongues, and nibbled and bit on lips. I rolled her over so I could get on top, and reversed positions, needing desperately to taste her. I pushed her thighs apart and buried my face in her muskiness. I probed her lips apart with my fingers and tongued her clit. She moaned and bucked against my face. I lapped her juices, licking her from front to back. I lifted her hips to gain access to the backdoor, and tongued her asshole, enjoying the taste and smell of that private place. I couldn’t get enough of her, just wanted to bury my face in her muff. My whole face was wet with her juices, and I lapped and licked, sucking on her lips and clit. She was soon shaking with an orgasm, moaning and calling my name. Her coming pushed me over the edge, and I rocked with my own orgasm. We collapsed against each other, and fell back to sleep.

When we woke later, in each other’s arms, Dave was there, just smiling at us. “Angelina, I hope you won’t be mad at me,” he started saying. “But I videotaped everything today.” Mad? Why on earth would he think I would be mad? I couldn’t think of anything better!

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Tiffany Littlebottom woke up, rubbed her eyes and stretched, she had slept naked as was her custom. Last night had been a successful one, she had helped another nerdy guy, Mitch was his name, lose his virginity; she did not let him go until he had made her cum. She did not want him to stay for the night, because she had to wake up early for the morning lecture; Tiffany wondered, if Abby would make it to that lecture. Abby not only went to the same group, but was also Tiffany’s best friend and roommate. She was supposed to spend the night at some guy’s place; Abby was as big of a slut as Tiffany, over the last year they learnt how much they had in common and quickly became friends. They were the only girls in their group, with just four more on the entire year; after all not many women studied automation.

Tiffany was not in a rush, she always woke up early enough to brush her teeth, eat a decent breakfast, dress up and do the makeup; thanks to her transformations that last one did not take too much time. For today’s outfit she chose a pink mini dress, it was tight, strappy and had a deep cleavage, the middle part was made of mesh and the ham was only few centimetres below her full buttocks. Together with matching pink heels on fifteen centimetre tall stilettos it gave her a hooker look, but the Double Slutification transformation caused Tiffany’s style to be somewhat trashy. The outfit was completed by a pair of sheer black crotchless pantyhose and a pink lacy thong. She wore no bra, her breasts were huge and natural (for the lack of better word), but also perfectly firm. She liked the way they attracted attention as they bounced when she walked in her heels; the nipples poked through the thin fabric. Her long blonde hair hung loose over her bare shoulders and back.

The campus was mostly asleep when Tiffany left her room, she did not meet anyone as she walked to the staircase. Most of the fifteen stories high building was inhabited by students of the automation, electronics and electrical engineering, almost all of them men, but the bottom two floors were inhabited by the few girls of those faculties and girls from the management studies. With the men to women proportions of four to one the girls had a wide choice and did not need to compete; a campus is not a place for prudes.

When Tiffany entered the staircase she almost hit someone with the door. Fortunately Bob, because that was his name, was agile and narrowly dodged it. He was one the shy brilliant nerds who used to have problems approaching girls; used to, because Tiffany had cured him of that condition.

“Oh hi, Tiff” Bob greeted her cheerfully ignoring the fact that he almost got hit.

He approached her with the obvious intention of kissing her, his hand went around her waist and down to her buttock which he grabbed shamelessly. But Bob was barely 165 centimetres tall, so Tiffany in her heels was a head taller.

“Hello, Bob” she replied before leaning for a kiss.

The young man’s hands groped her body brazenly as their tongues mingled in their mouths. It seemed that Bob must have had a mental peg stuck somewhere inside of his head, once Tiffany had removed it, he became a real player and even his short height was not an obstacle.

When their lips eventually parted they went downstairs together, Bob’s palm still rested on the girl’s buttock; he only let it go when they reached the reception. They made small talk as they walked towards the university until the man eventually turned to his destination.

“See you later, Tiff” he squeezed her buttock for the last time before departing.

The girl had to walk few more minutes to reach the building in which her lecture took place.

Tiffany got to her lecture hall one minute to eight, the doctor was not there yet, but most of the students were already present; his lectures were really popular. There were some catcalls from the audience as the girl walked across the front of the hall, she turned her head to face the men and smiled, she added extra sway to her hips. Tiffany usually sat in the front row on the far side, when she reached her place; someone shouted:

“Walk it again!”

She smiled once more, put down her bag and walked back towards the door, this time she used the supermodel catwalk stride; the catcalls and whistling were even louder. When Tiffany approached the door they opened and doctor Max Driller walked in. He was a man in his late thirties, smart, friendly and ridiculously handsome; he also was the head of a project in which Tiffany played a crucial role. She offered him a bright smile and said:

“Good morning, doctor.”

“Good morning, miss Littlebottom” the brightness of his smile outshone Tiffany’s and must have blinded the people in the first row.

Driller’s charm was effortless, but he also was an excellent teacher. Tiffany turned around and began to walk towards her seat, there were no more catcalls, even though she maintained her model stride. Max followed Zincirlikuyu Escort her as he headed towards his panel, he did not try to hide the fact that his gaze was fixed on her buttocks and legs. When Tiffany sat down and Max reached the panel, the door opened again and Abby went through them. She was wearing a little red dress, tight, short and with a deep cleavage, not unlike her friend’s, but slightly longer and without mesh. Her stiletto heels matched the colour of the dress, so did her lipstick, her legs were covered in sheer black pantyhose, as dark as her long wavy hair. She might have been slightly late to the lecture, but nothing in her appearance suggested that she had spent the night at someone else’s apartment.

“Good morning, miss Bucksom” Max offered her smile almost as bright as his previous one.

“Good morning, doctor Driller. Sorry, I’m late.”

“You barely made it in time. Please, sit down.”

Max did not act look impatient, even though Abby did not hurry to sit next to Tiffany; she also swayed her hips in a model walk as she crossed the hall. The girls kissed their cheeks as the proper educational process finally began.

The lecture was interesting and informative as always, that was why they were so popular; doctor Driller had the ability to explain even the toughest subjects to all those who were willing to focus and try to understand. When the lecture eventually ended and the students began to pack and leave Max approached Tiffany and said:

“You don’t have any classes right now, do you?”

“Nope, I got two hours to spare.”

“Good. Please, come to my office, I got some good news about the project and we need to discuss them.”

They both kept the conversation neutral, but a barely perceptible gleam in their eyes suggested that there was another layer to that affair; Abby was well aware of that layer.

“See you in the afternoon, Tiff. I got a lab in ten minutes.”

“Bye, Abby.”

The kissed their cheeks again and the raven haired girl left. They were in the same group, but both had some different extra classes.

Tiffany and Max walked to his office side by side, the man courteously opened the door for her. When they both entered he not only closed the door, but also locked it. He then wrapped his strong arm around the girl’s waist, pulled her close and kissed her passionately on the lips; Tiffany eagerly returned the kiss, their tongues began to dance inside of their mouths. When their lips eventually parted and they regained their breath, the girl was the first to speak, although she still remained in the man’s embrace:

“I like to hear such news.”

“This was just a welcoming kiss” replied Max.

He moved his hands lower to grab Tiffany’s buttocks, he continued to speak as he groped them.

“I do have actual news and they are good. I thought that I could lay them out to you, while you relieve some of my stress.”

“You don’t seem overly stressed” she replied with a smirk, at the same time she reached with her hand to his crotch “oh, now I see it. Awfully stressful situation, indeed.”

The bulge on Max’s trousers was growing rapidly. The man smiled widely, let go of Tiffany’s buttocks and turned her in his arms, so that she was with her back to him. He grabbed her breasts with both hands and pressed his crotch into her booty; she put her palms onto his, but not to object; a moan escaped her lips.

“Very stressful, indeed” said Max pressing his erection against her body harder “but I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.”

As he spoke he possessively groped her huge breasts, then began to kiss her neck. Tiffany willingly offered him her body, her moans were a clear proof that she was enjoying the somewhat rough caress. Since her transformations the girl did not need much to get horny, she was already getting slightly moist between her legs.

Max eventually let go of her breasts and lead her to his desk; the thick soft rug lying on the floor was there for a purpose. The man pulled the chair back farther from the desk, so Tiffany would have more space; he sat down and she knelt in front of him. As she unzipped his trousers and pulled out his sizeable penis he began to lay out the news for her; he talked about new sponsors, wider scope of the project and necessary participation of other students, with Tiffany as a leader obviously. The girl mostly used her mouth for the fellatio, but occasionally asked a question.

Max’s penis was only slightly longer than average, but more importantly it was significantly thicker, Tiffany loved having her pussy stretched by it. But she also enjoyed running circles with her tongue around the fat head, that way she could taste it and see up close how responsive it was. She had pulled the man’s trousers lower, so she could fondle his large testicles with one of her palms, she used the other to slowly stroke the shaft. Eventually she took the head into her mouth, Escort Zincirlikuyu she pressed her lips tightly around it as it went inside. Max’s speech was occasionally interrupted be groans or inhales, he kept talking nevertheless. Tiffany soon proceeded to sucking as she took the cock deeper into her mouth. She was doing her best mostly because she enjoyed giving blowjobs, but she was also well aware that Max was an expert licker and could work wonders with his tongue; when she finished he would surely return the favor.

By the time Tiffany took Max’s penis into her throat the man had already stopped talking, he sat back and simply enjoyed the blowjob. The girl was pretty decent at deepthroating, but also aware that she needed to practice a lot more; her ambitions were not purely professional and scientific, she aimed at being the best at everything that was important to her and all forms of sex were high on that list. Tiffany swapped between deepthroating, sucking and licking, she never ceased to fondle the balls. Max’s stamina was as impressive as his girth and she knew she would need to work hard to receive his load. Finally after many pleasurable minutes she sensed the man’s body stiffening as he issued a low grunt. She withdrew the penis so that only the head remained beyond her lips, she squeezed them hard as she continued to lick it, she stroked the shaft as well, harder this time. Soon Max’s seed shot at the back of her mouth and began to fill it, his testicles were large and so were his cumshots; Tiffany had to swallow as she continued to stimulate the cock.

When the last drop eventually went down her throat, Tiffany licked the cock clean and stood up. She put her hands on the chair’s armrests and leaned to Max’s face, he was one of those guys who always kissed their girls after sex, even if it was a blowjob. This kiss was not as long as the welcoming one, but was equally passionate; the man’s hands ventured under Tiffany’s dress and rubbed her pussy through the now moist panties. When their kiss ended Max hiked up the dress, pulled the thong to the side, then commenced to rub the wet pussy. Tiffany again started to moan, Max’s fingers were almost as good as his tongue.

A knock on the door interrupted their bliss.

“Just a minute” said Max aloud and added in a quiet voice “fix yourself, we’ll need to finish this later. Soon.”

Tiffany had a reason to be angry, she had gotten so horny and now was refused the relief, but she understood the situation and knew that the waiting would be worth it in the end. Max stood up from his desk and slowly walked to the door giving the girl the time to fix her appearance. When he reached and unlocked the door, Tiffany looked as decent as she could in her slutty outfit. Max opened the door for the guest.

“Oh, hi Mark” he greeted the man in the corridor.

It was Mark Dien, the dean of the Electrical faculty.

“Hi, Max. I see that you have a visitor.”

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, miss Littlebottom. I’m sorry for interrupting you…”

“You’re not interrupting, Mark” replied Max “we were talking about the project.”

“Of course” said the dean as he locked the door “mind if I join the conversation?”

“Not as all… sir” replied Tiffany.

She had had sex with the dean in the past and both men knew about her affairs with the other one. Neither was jealous, because she was not in a relationship with them and they were both married; but they had never had a threesome either. Max’s office might not have been the best place to do that, but Tiffany was not the one to object.

“How about you return to your conversation” said Mark “and I’ll see where I can fit in, huh?”

A doctor does not receive a threesome proposal from the dean everyday, so it would be rude to decline it.

“Sounds reasonable” replied Max with a grin “help me clean the desk. We’re past the documents phase.”

The three of them quickly removed all the things from the desk and Tiffany laid down on top of it, her head on one edge, her booty on the other. Max knelt down in the spot that was only recently occupied by the girl, he hiked up her dress again, took off the panies, spread her nylon covered legs and finally dived between them, tongue first. The dean did not need to search for an opening too long, Tiffany’s head hanging off the edge of the desk was a perfect opportunity for her to practice deepthroating; it would be a difficult lesson because Mark was really well endowed. The girl was not given the chance to moan from the pleasure that Max’s skillful tongue was bringing her, because the deans large penis soon entered her mouth; it was not something she would complain about though. Mark was not forcing himself on Tiffany, he placed his cock on her lips and let her pick the pace. She licked and sucked him for a while until his penis got fully hard, then took him deeper; she placed her hands on the dean’s thighs, so she could Zincirlikuyu Escort Bayan give him signs regarding the pace.

The girl had already been really horny when Mark knocked on the door, so by the time Max’s tongue, lips and fingers brought her to a climax the dean was barely (wooah) halfway there. He pulled the cock out of Tiffany’s throat, so she could breath freely, but kept it in her mouth, so that her cries would not be too loud. Max continued to lick and finger her, as her young body trembled with ecstasy. The man knew her well enough to recognize when to stop, when he finally did so, the dean pulled his cock out of the girl’s mouth so she could take a deep breath; he held her head so it would not hang off the edge.

Mark helped Tiffany to get off the desk and kissed her, he was not as good of a kisser as Max, but he also did not mind kissing lips that had sucked his cock. Max gave her a short kiss as well and that was all for her rest; after all the dean still had an erection. Mark pulled Tiffany’s dress over her head, groped her breasts for a moment, gave her another short kiss, then bent her over the desk; she eagerly offered him her wet pussy. The dean’s cock might not have been as thick as Mark’s, but it was longer and overall significantly larger than average; Tiffany was not a size queen, but if penis size went together with skill then it was all the better. Before Mark put his penis to work he fingered the girl’s pussy to check how ready she was, just as he had expected she was soaking wet and basically craving cock, despite the recent orgasm. He placed the head of his penis at the pussy lips, grabbed her hips with both hands, then shoved it in decisively; a high-pitched cry escaped her lips.

Max was not idle either, he was standing by the side of his desk and caressing Tiffany’s smooth tanned skin, but more importantly he was getting closer to being ready for a second round. Sloppy seconds after the dean might not have been something that one would write in their resume, but Max’s male pride was not going to get hurt by it either.

Mark quickly reached the desired fast pace, his thrusts were hard, but luckily for the lovers the desk was solid and stable. Tiffany’s moans were mixing with the slapping of their skin and the dean’s occasional grunts. Max continued to caress the girl’s body, he mostly played with her huge breasts, sometimes he silenced her with a kiss. Mark’s stamina was not as impressive as that of his subordinate, although he still could last decently long; but Tiffany had climaxed only recently and she did not reach a second orgasm before he shot his load. He did not fill her pussy though, instead he pulled out and took her off the desk, the girl went to her knees right away, she took the head his cock into her mouth and began to suck it at the same time vigorously stroking the shaft; she swallowed a second load that day and it was still morning. When he emptied his balls Mark sat down in Max’s chair, breathing hard. The doctor took the advantage of the kneeling Tiffany and offered his cock for sucking, obviously she did not oppose. But the blowjob’s purpose was only to get him hard, so soon the girl was back on the desk, but in a different position this time, her booty was on the edge, her torso up resting on the elbows; finally she would have Max’s fat cock stretching her tight pussy. Mark was good, but Max was a lot better.

The first shove was not as hard, he instead pushed the fat head of his cock slowly, letting it spread the pussy lips and stretch the entrance as it gently proceeded in. Tiffany issued a long loud moan which did not stop until Max’s whole penis was in. The man then grabbed her hips and withdrew his own, he started slowly and gradually increased the pace; the girl soon resumed her moaning.

The dean watched them for a while, but eventually hid his cock, zipped up his pants and stood up.

“I came here to talk” he said nonchalantly “but that can wait. But I still have other work to do, so I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Thank you, miss Littlebottom, it’s always a pleasure to meet you. You better lock the door behind me, Max.”

The dean left and the doctor had to interrupt the intercourse to lock the door, but he resumed without delay. He managed to bring Tiffany to a second orgasm that morning before he reach his own second climax; the girl tried not to be too loud, but succeeded only partially. When Max finally crossed the point of no return he also pulled out and shot it into Tiffany’s mouth; she was more than happy to swallow. They shared one more passionate kiss, then she cleaned herself up a bit, dressed and left. The first place she visited was a bathroom, where she cleaned herself up some more and fixed the makeup; fortunately thanks to the transformations not much work was necessary.

Tiffany had one more lecture and a laboratory, when they were done she decided to hit the gym before going to a dinner. Maintaining a fit body did not require much effort on her part, again thanks to the transformations, but she learnt that she actually enjoyed exercises as well as extending the bimbo image to the gym. She returned to the campus to pick up her workout clothes, these were white opaque pantyhose and a pink thong leotard; the vintage style was perfect for showing off and teasing.

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Sandy was tipsy and Adam knew that meant she’d be a little hornier and a little more adventurous. They had been kissing and groping each other as they walked through the parking garage. She didn’t resist him when he slid his hand down the front of her pants as he pressed his hardon against her round ass. Sandy leaned over the hood of the car and pressed her butt back against him as he slid his fingers into her wet pussy.

Adam pulled his hand out of her pants and Sandy took hold of his wrist. She brought his hand up to her face and sucked each of his fingers, lingering over the ones that had been inside her. Adam groaned and slapped her ass. “I love it when you want to be my slut. You are so sexy.”

“Take me home and I’ll be the slut wife of your dreams.”

Once they got home, the sloppy wet kissing continued with more groping, unheeded by the clothes they had stripped off as soon as they got inside the bedroom. Adam pushed Sandy to her knees before him and she didn’t hesitate to put his hard cock in her mouth. Sandy was an amazing cocksucker. Her lips, mouth, tongue and hand all working to bring pleasure to Adam’s stiff dick. Adam loved how passionately she made love to his shaft, getting it soaking wet and never trying to quiet her loud slurping.

Adam encouraged her, “Your mouth is magic, baby. I want to fuck your face.”

Adam began to thrust his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her wet, sucking mouth. “Take it deep, baby.”

Sandy’s eyes watered as she took Adam’s cock deep in her mouth. As soon as she felt him hit the back of her throat, she pulled off a bit, swirling her tongue all over the shaft. She pulled back and held only the head of his dick in her mouth, suckling on it and working more spit onto the shaft. Then she pushed forward, only this time she didn’t stop until her nose hit the patch of hair just above his cock. Sandy had never taken Adam’s whole length and she wanted to make sure he knew how much of his cock she had taken. Sandy let her tongue slip out of her mouth and she flicked it over his balls before releasing him and gasping for air. Adam pulled her up and kissed her.

“My God! You are amazing. You’ve never done that!” He continued to kiss her, hot and sloppy and wet kisses.

Sandy pressed her body against Adam, trapping his cock against her belly. She leaned up to his ear and teased him with her tongue and breath. “You’re so naughty. Why do you kiss me so hard after I’ve had your cock in my mouth? Can’t you taste your dick on my tongue?”

“You know that doesn’t bother me. I love my hot wife’s hot mouth.”

“I think you like the taste of cock.” Sandy knew Adam’s buttons and she was pushing one now.

“I love tasting you. And if you happen to taste like my cock, I won’t stop kissing you.”

Adam reached down and felt how wet Sandy’s pussy was. His fingers glided between her lips. With his eyes on hers, he brought his hand up and began to lick his fingers clean. Not to be left out, Sandy took his hand and sucked on the last two fingers before he could.

“I see someone else doesn’t mind their own taste.”

“Maybe I just do it to prove what a slut I am for you.” Sandy giggled and hopped on the bed, spreading her legs for Adam. “Now come and take care of me.”

Adam got one of Sandy’s favorite toys out. It was a remote control vibrating egg that had a variety of speeds and pulse patterns Dalyan Escort that never failed to make Sandy explode with pleasure. Adam loved to run the egg over her pussy, against her clit, between her lips, sliding it just inside. Once Sandy got used to the vibrations, Adam would begin to lick her. Long drags of his tongue up either side of her pussy, just along the lips. Then he would kiss at the edge of her pussy, sucking her lips into his mouth before moving up and kissing her clit. Slow, pressing laps of his tongue up the length of her slit would follow until his tongue was sliding deep into her, drawing out the flavor he loved.

Sandy was enjoying the attentions Adam was giving her with his mouth and tongue, and the egg.

“I want something bigger in me.”

“Oh yeah.” Adam thought she was asking for his fat cock as she often liked to climax with him inside her. “What do you want?” expecting to hear her ask him to fuck her.

“Get one of your toys out. One of the big ones.”

Adam was not expecting this. But he wasn’t disappointed either. Months earlier, Adam had bought a big lifelike dildo, hoping it might be the “guest star” in one of the threesome fantasies he and his wife liked to share during sex. Like all men, Adam got excited at the idea of being with Sandy and another woman, but Adam also was aroused at the thought of pleasing Sandy with the assistance of another man.

Sandy fueled their fantasy talk, teasing Adam with what they would do with another lover in their bed. She would whisper in his ear about sharing his cock with another girl: the babysitter, a waitress, the hotel maid. They would share their thoughts about how the mystery woman would please them both or just one while the other watched.

Other times, Sandy would ask Adam if he could handle the idea of another man enjoying her body, her mouth, or her pussy. Sandy knew Adam liked to have his bisexual fantasies coaxed out with her dirty talk. She would ask if he would get their lover’s cock ready for her, if he would make him hard for Sandy’s pussy. When Adam was plowing into her from behind, she’d reach back past his balls and play with his taint and his ass asking him if he was ready for a real cock to fuck him while he was fucking her. Sandy knew Adam couldn’t last long when she pushed his envelope like that.

Adam brought out the new toy, “I was hoping there’d be an excuse to introduce you.”

“You’re so bad. When did you, oh my, that is big. Get it over here!”

“Should I get your lover ready for you?”

“Oh, hell yes. Why don’t you suck him nice and hard and get him all wet for my cunt?”

“You make me so hard.”

“Go ahead, put him in your mouth.” Adam did as he was told and began to suck at the large head.

“Now, lick him all over. Ooh, lick his balls too.” Adam continued to follow her instructions and she continued to direct his actions. “Lick up and down his shaft, use your hand to rub that spit all over. I knew you’d like a cock in your mouth.”

Adam let the cock slide along his lips with his tongue out and looked Sandy right in the eye, “Do you like watching me please your lover?”

“Oh God it’s hot! You look so sexy sucking that dick. Show me how much you can take.”

Adam went back to sucking on the cockhead, licking along the shaft and then he started to slide his mouth down the length. Adam stopped a couple Escort Dalyan times to adjust to the feeling of fullness in his mouth but he was able to get about two-thirds of the cock in his mouth before he gagged.

“That’s a lot of cock in your mouth! You sure that’s your first time?”

Adam didn’t answer, he just went down on the toy cock again, this time even deeper.

“I thought I was a slut! You may teach me how to suck cock. Now get that cock in me!”

Adam took the toy and started sliding the cockhead along Sandy’s pussy lips. Up and down the slit, pushing at her clit, before dragging it back down to her opening. He began pushing it into her, just a little at a time, it was thicker than his own shaft and it usually took time for her to adjust to his entry. Once Adam was able to get a bit more than the head inside her, he leaned in and licked and sucked at her clit while gently rocking the cock in and out of her. Sandy moaned and pulled on her nipples. She looked through half open eyes as Adam pulled the cock out of her and sucked the head, to add more saliva, and to lick her juices off.

“No fair! This is supposed to be for me.”

“I couldn’t help myself baby. You know I love to taste you.”

Adam worked the cock back into her pussy and was able to get about half of it in her. Sandy brought the egg back to her clit and began cycling the remote through a few settings until she found the one she wanted. With the toy in her pussy and the egg on her clit, Adam moved up to kiss Sandy. Sandy broke off the kisses, “Fuck me. Fuck my cunt hard!”

Adam was happy to oblige, but he didn’t want to hurt her, so he didn’t push it any deeper than it was. He was sliding the fake cock in and out of her, feeling her pussy clutch at the toy and he sensed she wanted more. Adam sped up the fucking and Sandy began to lift her hips up to meet the thrusts of her “lover”, all the while holding the egg tight against her clit. Sandy’s moans and gasps grew louder. Adam kept thrusting the fake cock in Sandy’s wet pussy, faster and faster. She kept moaning and trying to shove her pussy down onto the cock in Adam’s hands. He knew she was close, so he kept the fast-paced plunging in and out until she finally cried out and grabbed Adam’s hands.

“No more! No more!” Adam gently tugged at the cock and felt it slide so easily out her dripping wet hole. Knowing it was covered in her flavor, he sucked the cock clean. That was the sight Sandy was treated to as she opened her eyes after catching her breath from the orgasm she’d just had – Adam bobbing his head up and down on the cock.

“Don’t do that honey. It’s gross.”

“You know I love the taste of your pussy. I can’t get enough.”

“You sure you don’t just like sucking Jake’s cock?”

“I didn’t know this was Jake’s cock. Is that who you had fucking you? Jake?”

“Yeah baby. You and Jake really worked me out good. Now I want your cock right where Jake’s was.”

“You sure Jake didn’t stretch you out too much to feel mine?”

“Put your cock in me and see for yourself.”

Adam slipped his hardon into Sandy’s slippery pussy and immediately felt the slick grip of her inner walls on the shaft of his erection. “Baby, you feel so good on my cock.”

“Your cock feels so good in my cunt. Now fuck me.”

Adam began moving with long, slow, deep thrusts. Sliding all the way in and Dalyan Escort pulling almost all the way out. Every few strokes, Adam would short stroke her, giving her half of his cock in rapid, jabbing thrusts before letting his cock fully seat itself inside her hot wetness. Adam and Sandy resumed the passionate wet kissing they had started in the parking garage outside the restaurant.

Adam felt something under his thigh as he fucked his wife, it was beginning to hurt, so he reached down and pulled it out from under him. It was “Jake” and having it in his hand gave him a naughty idea. Adam brought the cock up by Sandy’s mouth and he continued to kiss her, sloppily. Adam slid the cock along their mouths and Sandy opened her eyes and her look showed Adam all he needed to see. In a look, Sandy let him know she was turned on, she wanted to do it and she loved the kinkiness of the moment.

Adam began sliding the cock between their mouths and he and Sandy continued to kiss each other, around their “lover’s” cock. Sandy ran her tongue around the cock as Adam slid his lips back and forth. Adam pulled off and Sandy sucked the head into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down before bringing her mouth back to Adam to let him kiss and suck on “Jake”. Back and forth they traded the toy and then they would let it slide between their lips as they loved it together.

Sandy took hold of “Jake” and began sliding the head against Adam’s lips and mouth, and around his cheeks like she would do with Adam’s cock when she gave him head. Once Adam started to suck on the cock, Sandy slid her hand up and down the shaft like she was jerking him off into her husband’s mouth.

“I love you for sucking Jake for me. I’m so wet watching you take his cock.”

Adam moaned on the fake cock and kept sucking.

“You gotta come for me baby. I need you to finish. Shoot for me. Come on my pussy baby?”

Adam nodded while he continued to suck at the cock Sandy was feeding him. He was close and he didn’t want to lose control and come inside her. Sandy kept sliding “Jake” in and out of Adam’s mouth just as Adam kept sliding his own cock in and out of Sandy’s pussy.

Adam groaned and pulled himself out of Sandy while letting the toy cock slip out of his mouth. Adam grabbed his cock, feeling the tightness in his balls. Adam pumped his cock, pointing it at Sandy’s well-fucked pussy and after only a few strokes he rolled his head back and groaned. Adam felt his dick spurting and when he looked down he saw that Sandy had slid “Jake” down against her pussy, right where Adam had been spraying his come and now the fake cock was covered in Adam’s jizz.

As both Adam and Sandy caught their breath, Sandy brought the come-covered toy up and looked at Adam with mischief in her eyes. “Oh baby. Jakey’s all covered in cum. Clean him up for me?”

As Sandy moved the toy closer to Jake, he smirked and let her put the cock back in his mouth. There was a lot of Adam’s goo on the toy and Sandy pulled it back from Adam to lick some off for her own enjoyment. Adam and Sandy shared Jake’s cock and cleaned all of the sperm off before kissing each other with the last of the come on their tongues.

Their romp began with hot, wet sloppy kisses and it was fitting that it ended that way. Adam rolled over onto his back. Sweaty, exhausted and fully satisfied. He laid on his side and smiled at Sandy, “That was hot babe! You are such a naughty slut wife. I love you.”

“You’re kind of a slut too, baby. Maybe next time you’ll get to feel how full Jake can make you feel.”

“Next time?”

Sandy smiled, sucked the last of the come off the toy and kissed Adam. “There’s always a next time.”

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He sat writing at his desk. Writing fiction is taking a trip into a world that exists only as per the terms suited to the author. If that fiction is erotica then you can do things which you would not contemplate in real life. And that was why Shyam wrote.

It allowed him to indulge in fantasies about all the women he encountered in life. Women who he talked to politely while actually he might have wanted to scream obscenities while fucking them. There were others whose breasts he imagined — would they spill out if he undid the hooks? Or situations: what if the man who was part of a family council choosing a bride actually decided to fuck her? Or that aunt who looked saucy and flirted: what if she took the boys in to the neighbouring room one by one?

And so he wrote. Of aunts. Of uncles. Of himself. Of his cousins. All behaving irresponsibly and letting their sexual inclinations flow. They took, indulged, sampled and feasted on the targets of their lust, unrestrained by social norms. They did it in aggressive, seductive, passionate and entrapping ways, unhindered by their own consciences. And they performed acts unhindered by physical limitations.

As he wrote of them and their impossible encounters, Shyam found himself aroused uncontrollably. These were the stories he wanted to read and the only way was to write them himself. He liked the fact they were rooted in reality. He enjoyed the idea that any of those events could have easily occurred: every other setting was perfect except the constraints which evaporated when it came to fantasy. And he had lusted after every woman in every story: after all they were all real characters in the world around him.

That aunt’s breasts. This girl’s long legs. That night at the wedding reception when he and a woman he knew only as an acquaintance in a room by themselves counting gifts. Each of those women had been real. Each of them delectable, touchable, fuckable, suckable. And in his writings he did everything to each one exactly as he would have in real life.

It brought on massive erections and Shyam found it necessary to masturbate as he relived the fantasy in his mind, several times during the writing of each story.

However, it was not always convenient to do so. He might be writing sitting in a hotel room somewhere in which case it was not unusual to masturbate more than once in the space of a few hours as the stories drove him wild. At other times, he might be at an airport on a plane in which case he could only wait to reach his destination. And then there were times like this, when he was writing seated at his desk in his home-office. The rest of the house went about its chores, oblivious to him; perhaps assuming that he was busy at work. He was writing after a long, long time and he was finding terrific arousal in imagining an Uncle getting cunt, hands, lips, tongue and mouth of his daughter’s friend. Why had he waited to write so long? Nothing got him as hard as his own story, well-crafted.

Shyam shifted in his chair as the story gathered momentum and the male and female became animals consuming one another. He was wearing a lungi (the sarong that goes around the waist) writing this story, his erection unfettered by any restraining garments. It reared up and hummed with fullness. He was engrossed in his writing and the pleasure it gave him. Occasionally he reached under his desk and gave his hard on a rub or a squeeze. He felt his need soar and knew that within a few more pages of writing he would need to adjourn to the bathroom and masturbate to release.

Around him the hum of household work was on. A lady who he knew to be the maid’s mother was sweeping the floor in the hall. His table was in one corner. She seemed faraway enough for him to continue stroking his cock every now and then. He had made it a habit to keep an eye out for various people coming and going to ensure he wasn’t spotted. He wanted his writings to be secret and definitely none of his sexual comforting Fahrettin Altay Escort of his hard on was to be spotted by anyone.

Beyond keeping an eye out for intrusions in privacy he didn’t eye the domestic staff. They were working class and he never stooped to that level of lusting for them. Nor did he ever treat them as eye candy. They were after all, servants who relied on his goodness. Anything sexual would be exploitative. Even to glance at their breasts, cleavage was not in his scheme of things.

The coast seemed clear enough and Shyam continued writing and squeezing himself. His cock had started dripping and unknown to him it was dripping on to the floor below. The woman was sweeping the floor now on her haunches and walking along as she swept the floor. Shyam did not notice her progress across the room and soon enough, she was nearer his desk than he realised. From where he was sitting he couldn’t see her.

Neither did Dhanam, the maid’s mother, notice Shyam. The sahib pretty much kept to himself and his work. On the few occasions she had come to help her daughter complete the housework she had no interaction with Shyam. Her daughter, the maid of the house, never reported any advances or incidents of questionable nature. Dhanam and her daughter often gossiped about the families at which they worked and there was never anything salacious to be had about Shyam’s household.

She was the mother of a sixteen year old but given to hard physical work which is normal for the working classes. Her body was hard and her shoulders square — somewhat Amazonian in her build.

Right now, as she used the broom she found the floor had some drops of fluid and she couldn’t sweep without wiping it off first. As is usual with working class women she thought nothing of wiping it with the side of her hand and then getting up to go to wash her hand off. But as she was about to get up she noticed another drop hit the floor. She looked up and lo and behold, in all its glory she could see Shyam’s cock. His lungi was pulled up a bit and the cock was exposed to the floor and also to anyone looking up from that angle. In effect Dhanam was looking up Shyam’s lungi. And there was his cock full and raging in its hardon, and the precum dripping from its swollen head to the floor below.

Dhanam was unlettered but in one of the other houses she frequented she had noticed the teenage boy of that house watching sexy video clips on a computer. (She and her daughter had laughed about it. Dhanam even felt her daughter was not laughing as freely as she did on other occasions; it led her to suspect that her daughter might have obliged that young man. ) Dhanam knew that things of a sexual nature could be viewed on the computer and that is what seemed to be engaging Shyam. She had had much more intimate experiences in other houses – of the master of the house watching sensual, erotic and porn clips on DVD. There had been times the man of the house had demanded sexual favours. She had obliged. With oral, with masturbation and occasionally a full blown fuck.

She imagined Shyam’s hard on was from watching some such material on the computer. Impulsively, she reached out and held the cock in the same position one would hold a tennis racket. Shyam moved back in shock. But Dhanam was holding his cock firmly if gently. She moved her hand up and down adding drops to the floor below. Shyam gasped with pleasure and looked below the desk. There she was with one hand on the floor resting on it and other hand up his lungi.

She gave Shyam a matter of fact look — almost as if it was one more menial chore she was performing around his house. Shyam gripped the sides of his chair as Dhanam expertly ran her hand on his shaft, reaching the base and pulling skin back and pulling forward and getting the foreskin back over the head. Shyam closed his eyes savouring the slow stroking. There were huge risks in accepting what Dhanam was doing Fahrettin Altay Escort Bayan to him but he couldn’t have needed it more. He was betting on the idea that she was under the table and would not be spotted.

As Shyam thrust his hips upward, Dhanam realised she needed to change the angle of her hand. She sat down and took his cock in both hands. Her thumb ran over the head taking the fluid in her hand for lubrication. She smeared the cum on his pillar and rubbed with both hands holding his member in the closed fists of both hands. She rubbed up and down matter-of-factly looking at the cock. It was a nice thick cock, as good a specimen as she had seen in her lifetime of handling men.

In seeking to provide him release her stroking was mechanical. It was anything but mechanical for Shyam. He gasped and grunted as he was treated to an efficient if impersonal stroking of his cock. He looked down at the woman whose hands were giving him such expert treatment. She looked up at him wordlessly, blushing slightly. Her bosom heaved from her exertions and for the first time Shyam noticed large breasts firmly placed on her broad shoulders.

Unexpectedly, Dhanam quickly used one hand to pull her saree and cover her breasts more completely. From where Shyam was seated he had a good view down her blouse but now it was veiled in the layer of cotton. Dhanam’s bangles clinked slightly as the rhythm she set up for his cock took hold of her. Shyam stared at the sweaty, reddening woman, her head not far from his knees and her body at his feet. He reached forward and pulled the saree down to see the slopes of her breasts. He wanted to see more, touch, hold and feel. But she was seated below him and any change in position would prevent her from masturbating him well. Any adventure beyond this would need a change in setting as well.

Her breasts had beads of sweat on them which made them more alluring than ever. Apart from the exertions of sweeping the effort it was taking to make Shyam cum was unusual. Shyam surprised Dhanam by not cumming instantly. It was his dimension of erection which had made her reach out and take him in her hand. She was fascinated by the proportions of the cock but not aroused. What got her curiosity — and slowly her too — aroused was the staying power. Shyam would make a great fuck, she realised. “Imagine having this well proportioned cock filling me and then being able to fuck me till I came as much and as often as I wanted to!” she thought.

The thought caused her to be rough with his member. The fluid had dried up and the cock head was red and dry. Dhanam leaned forward and released a blob of saliva from her mouth onto Shyam’s cock. She needed the lubricant and Shyam was dry. Her own pussy was juicing up but she did not want to go beyond just this one session of masturbation. Expose yourself and God knows where it ends — that was her principle in handling the master of various houses. Do enough but don’t create situations where they can exploit you.

Shyam stiffened as Dhanam moved her head over his cock — was she going to kiss him, take him in her mouth? “Ohh!” he shivered in anticipation. When she soaked him in her warm saliva Shyam shuddered.

Dhanam’s measured cadence on his cock gave way to rapid thrusting of her fist. She rubbed his balls against the palm of one hand, coaxing the man to cum. He wanted to cum and thrust his hips back and forth. Suddenly, Shyam sat forward and spread his knees. Dhanam was now between his legs trying to keep both her hands on his shaft. She played and made love to the hot flesh, allowing it to run between her fingers. Each thrust down brought its head rearing up quite near her own lips. She watched transfixed, imagining that same head rearing up into her womb. As she kneeled to do her chosen task better, her pussy flowed freely. Dhanam knew her desire had crossed a threshold she had set for herself. She had not been asked to Escort Fahrettin Altay do so and here she was masturbating Sahib. He had not moved on her and she was now on her knees pussy agape, and lips apart hovering over his cock, flowing of its own accord.

From this position Shyam could reach lower and lift her breasts in his hands. He felt them full, hard and heavy. His thumbs ran over the nipples. Dhanam gasped and Shyam felt the warm breath on his cock, his scrotum and his pubic hair. Her blouse was hardly an impediment as Shyam discovered she wore no bodice or bra. It was just an apology of a cover for her ample bosom. He squeezed and enjoyed the fullness as his hips thrust into her hands.

With the same impulse that she first grasped his cock in her fist, Dhanam leaned a little more and kissed the head. It was not a kiss as one might receive on the cheek. It was a sucking kiss that pulled on his cockhead. Shyam gasped and hands roaming on her back pulled her close to him.

Dhanam buried her face in the master’s stomach and her hand worked the pillar of flesh faster and harder with the new deposit of saliva she left on him. She kissed his belly and her face caressed the expanse of flesh on his tummy. Now holding his cock like a joystick her thumb toyed the head. She paused to rotate the whole pillar round and round. Then she thrust down taking the cock in. as she clung to Shyam and kissed and bit his flesh, Shyam gripped her back and pawed at her breasts.

Finally, Dhanam slid her middle finger into the crevice of his ass. Gently, greased by cum and saliva, her finger teased Shyam’s perineum and ass.

With a groan Shyam felt Dhanam conquer him fully. His flesh relaxed and the orgasm whipped his body. He stretched his legs, toes curling as Dhanam’s one hand roamed from ass to scrotum while the other hand fisted him with even greater vigour.

His spurts were huge and her hand was quickly soaked. Dhanam quickly smeared the dollops she collected on her saree edge and her hands came up for more. Holding her master’s cock firmly in one hand then the other, she collected all his cum and wiped it on her saree.

Shyam came in a series of hissed “ah”s. He didn’t know the woman’s name. He wanted to call out to her. He wanted to repeat her name over and over. All he managed to do was shudder and empty in her hands. She thrilled him by leaning and kissing his thighs. His cock was still cumming and Dhanam was stroking and pleasuring all the surrounding areas.

Shyam groaned and sank back in the chair as his cock rapidly lost its tumescence. Dhanam took the receding jut of flesh between her lips and forming a small “o” fucked the small jut of remaining flesh. It was ultra sensitive to her touch and Shyam jumped and squirmed as subsidiary orgasms were squeezed out of him by the expert woman kneeling between his legs. And when that too receded, she covered the entire cock and pubic area with her mouth and tongued the flesh. Her repeated ministrations continued and pleasured him incessantly. He wondered why she would not let go.

Dhanam continued to suck and lick the area till she felt what she wanted to know about her master; the cock twitched back and added just enough volume to let her know that her Sahib was a sexual volcano.

She knew that he could quickly regain his erection to the fullest. Having satisfied her curiosity, Dhanam withdrew, wiping her mouth on the edge of the saree. She inspected the floor below — it was clear of any drops of precum. Everything had been captured in her hands and her saree.

Pulling the curtain of his lungi over the cock, she resumed the sweeping which had brought her between his knees.

Shyam slumped in his chair, drained and knowing that he would have to continue his writing some other time. Dhanam had changed forever the way he viewed her or her daughter. She had released him sexually and transcended all class boundaries. He would never be able to look at her the same way again.

Before he could ask her anything she had gone back to being the mother of the regular maid in their house and Shyam did not know how to ask her anything. Neither her name, nor what their next sexual tryst if any, would be like. He stared at the words on the screen which seemed flat and hollow compared to the experience he had just had.

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*DISCLAIMER* All persons in this story are fictitious, as is the story itself. The characters are over the age of 18.*

“What a week,” Steve thought to himself as he lay in bed half-awake on a hazy mid-August Saturday morning, torn between the desire to get more sleep and the need to get up and work on the “honey-do” list his wife had left him with before heading out of town on a two-week West Coast business trip.

And then a third, more pleasurable option occurred to him and he reached for his phone to find some inspirational material. After unlocking the device he snaked his right hand down his torso and under the waistband of his boxer briefs, palming his cock and balls. His left hand busily dug into his password-protected folder of Rachael photos.

Steve scrolled through the tiny photo previews, smiling at his good fortune. He thought of himself as a fairly typical middle-aged suburbanite, handsome enough but rarely the best looking guy in the room. But somehow he’d attracted the attentions of this busty blonde college sophomore who had grown up a block up his street in a house that he’d sold in his capacity as a realtor more than a decade ago, after Rachael’s parents had divorced and her mother had decided to move to his town.

The pictures were a mix of selfies the 19-year-old Rachael had texted him along with a few that he’d taken during their encounters. He selected a nude of her lying on her back on his family room couch, her generous breasts pancaking a bit, her fully shaved womanhood open in lewd invitation. She’d showered with him just minutes before the picture was taken, her wet blonde hair a reminder of the day that he’d given her a car ride after spotting her on a busy street walking in the rain. She’d told him that day that she was locked out of her mother’s house as a prelude to seducing him, which began with her performing some amazing fellatio on the same couch that was shown in the digital image. He’d also fucked her tits and learned that she had a daddy fetish that he’d surprisingly enjoyed playing along with before she brought him to an explosive climax in her mouth and all over her face and chest.

The memory of this first encounter combined with his hand’s motions quickly brought him to a full erection. He pulled his underwear down and then began to stroke himself slowly, giving his head a bit of extra attention with his thumb. Several minutes in the tip of his cock was leaking precum as he imagined Rachael pleasuring him with her skilled tongue, lips and fingers, wishing his hand was her mouth and that he could finger her warm, wet, barely legal pussy while she went down on him.

The noise and slight vibration of the garage door opening beneath the master bedroom suite took Steve out of the moment. His wife was away and they didn’t have kids. Who could it be?

He pulled his underwear up, got out of bed and walked across the carpeted floor to the bedroom door. He removed his green-checkered bathrobe from the hook on the back of the door and put the garment on, tied it shut. He looked around for a potential weapon, saw nothing, decided it would be too embarrassing to call the police for what was likely a false alarm and began to walk down the stairs.

“Hello, sir,” he heard a youthful female voice say as he reached the halfway point of his descent.

“Is that you, Rachael?” Four more steps down his eyes confirmed that it was his sexy college girl, wearing a rather utilitarian dark green apron that went halfway down to her knees and holding a pink feather duster. She did a quick spin that confirmed that the apron was all she wore; the sight of her side boob and ass was delightful.

“You like?” she asked, approaching him as he reached the bottom of the stairs that divided the formal living and dining room area from the more casual back end of the main floor.

“Very much,” he said, reaching his arms out to embrace her.

“No touching, sir!” she replied in a harsh tone with a smirk on her face, slapping his arms away with the cleaning prop.

Steve’s mind scrambled, his caffeine-deprived brain ill-prepared for role-playing. “Oh…I’m sorry about that. I guess you’re from the cleaning service?” he finally replied.

“Yes. Your wife said you’re sort of…messy when she’s away so she hired me to take care of things.” Steve’s mind reeled at the Cumhuriyet Escort thought of his wife knowing of his dalliances with Rachael, wondered if it was even remotely possible that his wife had paid the girl to perform some chores and that Rachael had decided to have some fun with the idea. Aided by the sight of her, his cock also stirred at the memories of some of the messes he’d made on his curvy younger lover.

“I see. Well…since this is your first time here I guess I should supervise?”

“Yes sir. I am very open to any suggestions you may have.”

“How about you start in the family room then?”

“Very well, sir. Show me the way.” He led her to the back of the house, settling in on the couch to watch the sexy co-ed perform her duties.

“Your wife is right; the house could certainly use some tidying,” Rachael remarked after looking the room over. She bent over the coffee table a foot away to his left, giving Steve a view of her nicely rounded rear and a bit of her young pink pussy as she organized the magazines, remote controls and other detritus on the piece of furniture. The combination of the view and his memories of the times the two of them had fooled around on the very couch he was sitting on rejuvenated his cock, which was riding a bit of a rollercoaster this morning. He reached down and fished it out of the gap in his underwear, pulled his balls out as well, and then leaned back in anticipation of what he hoped was next, slowly stroking himself to stay hard.

Her eyes bulged out in surprise when she turned around and spied the hard member that had brought her a number of amazing orgasms over the past few weeks and fueled her fantasies when she and Steve weren’t together. Although it was fairly average in size and appearance, it was attached to a man who had quickly shown himself to be anything but typical, one who knew how to play along with her kinks and push her boundaries while always letting her know that she was cared for.

“You dirty man!” she finally exclaimed.

“I am. Very dirty.” He paused. “Come clean me?”

Rachael closed the short distance between them and ran the feather duster along his bearded cheek, down to his chin, and then all the way down his torso. His cock bounced in anticipation for a moment before she ran the implement around his head, then gently down, around, under his balls, and back up his firm length several times.

With a girlish giggle she tossed the duster over her shoulder, then dropped to her knees before Steve, smiling as she wrapped her right hand around his erection and began to stroke it. He watched in delight as her left hand tugged at his underwear, raised his ass so she could pull it down and off, sighed in appreciation as her tongue traveled down to his scrotum. Her eyes moved up his body until they locked onto his, and she felt herself begin to get wet as she saw the look of pleasure on his bearded face. She kept her blue eyes on his hazel ones as she slowly licked up along the underside of his length, pausing at the tip to swirl her tongue around it, then gently squeezing the spongy head with her thumb and forefinger.

Steve moaned as his beautiful young lover placed her thumb just below his meatus, drew forth what felt like an ounce of precum, coating the end of her thumb. She brought it up to her full lips, then sucked the fluid between them, savoring the sweet and salty flavor. She returned her thumb to his cock, rubbed the slippery substance into his head for several seconds before sliding her mouth over it, taking his length down to his circumcision scar between her lips and onto her tongue while running her hand down to the base.

After bobbing along his entire length a dozen or so times, Rachael slid her lips off of Steve’s thick shaft, wrapped her hand around his root again and slid her whole body upwards, pushing herself up with her arms until her breasts dangled above his hardness. Knowing full well how much the fullness of her chest turned him on, the sexy co-ed pushed the apron aside and guided his slick stick so that his head rubbed against her engorged pink nipple, leading him to moan slightly at the sight and sensations. She felt an electrical tingle run all the way from her breasts down to her pussy as his warm, wet cockhead slid against one nipple and then the other.

Rachael Cumhuriyet Escort Bayan surprised herself with a bit of sudden inspiration when she rose up and straddled Steve. She maneuvered her outfit out of the way and took his head inside her. Taking pleasure in the bit of pain she was feeling, she slid down onto him all the way to the hilt despite not yet being fully aroused. “Hold still,” she instructed, setting the pace for a brief bit of fucking. She concentrated on every sensation as her folds unfolded and she began to loosen up.

“God, your perfect little pussy,” Steve muttered. “It just molds itself around my cock.”

“Of course it does,” she replied. “It was made for you. Just for you.” Rachael felt Steve’s cock jump inside her in response, smiled by way of a reply, leaned into him.

“You’re just so fucking amazing, baby girl,” he said, running his tongue into her magnificent cleavage, feeling for the thousandth time like the luckiest man alive to have such an amazing young lover.

Rachael suddenly lifted herself off of Steve and stood. He quickly reached a finger out between her legs, slid it inside to the second knuckle. She backed off, removing herself from his shiny finger, which he brought to his mouth and sucked clean of her delightfully sweet essence.

“Don’t I taste amazing?” she taunted as she knelt down before him again, engulfing Steve’s rigid length until it was deep in her mouth, then sliding back off of him. “I taste even better on your cock.”

With that, Rachael returned to sucking Steve off. As always, he thrilled to Rachael’s combination of expert technique and enthusiasm; her soft mouth was perfectly made to take his hard cock. She loved being able to turn men on and to control them at the same time, a skill she learned she had ever since she’d first given head. But she also liked to be controlled, as when Steve dropped his hands onto her head and began to guide her gently up and down. For several minutes they maintained a gentle rhythm of the sort he could enjoy for hours at a time, just the right amount of stimulation to keep his nerves firing without threatening to push him over the edge.

And then she stopped, crawled back half a step to make her lips fall off of his length, whispered a single word that made Steve flex his pelvic muscles and make his cock bob up and down with excitement. “Harder.”

And harder he went, pushing the top of her head down as he thrust roughly down her throat while she gagged. Toward the end of her freshman year of college some idiot football player had done this to her and she’d stopped him with her teeth out of fear he literally would injure her, ran out of the bedroom at the party they’d hooked up at and had a friend drive her back to her dorm. But she trusted Steve to take things just far enough, to make her gag and drool and even cry a bit without hurting her. And so he played out the fantasy, monitoring her as closely as he could while enjoying the sensations of slamming his cock repeatedly past her gag reflex, her hand at his base to keep him from going too deep.

“Are you ready for your reward, baby girl?” Steve asked through gritted teeth. Rachael nodded as best she could around his rod, moved her hand down to his tight sack, her thumb pressed against the underside of his cock. She thrilled at the feel of his cum surging through his length, the way those first pulses went directly down her throat, felt the next few on her tongue as he pulled back a bit, her mouth beginning to fill with his copious cream, eyes bulging in surprise at the amount he produced, that she drew forth from him.

He grunted through his last few tiny shots, shaking both her head and his hips gently before collapsing, spent, letting go of her head. She smiled at him, her eye makeup a mess from her tears, a tiny bit of his fluid dripping out of the side of her mouth, onto her chin. “You missed a bit,” he noted, grasping his cock, rubbing it into his cum, sliding it back into her mouth while her tongue humming-birded to get the last little bit of her treat, then sucked on him in hopes of bringing a bit more forth.

“Come up here,” Steve instructed, embracing Rachael, holding her tight against him. Their eyes locked and held. “You’re amazing, you know.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Where Escort Cumhuriyet did you get the idea for this getup?”

“You know me. I get a lot of ideas.”

“Hmmm. You do, don’t you? Brilliant young mind.”

“Yes,” she replied, bringing her mouth to his for a kiss. His hand went to her cheek, softly stroked her baby-soft skin as she cooed and sighed, then ran it lower, palmed her left breast, kneaded it softly, feeling the nipple harden under his caress as their tongues danced around one another. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love *you,* baby girl.”

“Make love to me? Gently? In your bed?”

“No more roleplay?”

“Not now. I just need to feel you.”

“Yes,” he said, rising, pulling her to her feet, then surprising her by whisking her off her feet, carrying her up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom, where he gently deposited her on the bed. He removed his bathrobe and swiftly shimmied out of his underwear and tee shirt while she removed the apron and got beneath the covers on her back. A moment later, Steve joined her there, laying atop her and placing gentle kisses all over her angelic face, caressing her breasts with his hands, moving his hips against her.

His cock gradually came to full mast as he ran it along and around the softness of her thighs, her groin, even up to her belly. Rachael gave in to the kissing, the breast play and the feel of his hot hard length rubbing against her, enjoyed the tingles and warmth coursing through her that signaled that she was becoming wet. Steve felt that wetness as he pushed against her, as she slowly opened herself to his bulbous head. Even though he’d already briefly been inside her this morning, he felt lost once more in how amazing it felt to part her lips, to gain entry to her body, to merge with her. Their flesh conjoined and their fluids mixed together, lubricating her tight channel and allowing him to press forward slowly as she opened her legs wider, knees at his sides.

“That feels so good, daddy,” Rachael said, her eyes narrow slits as she felt him slowly stretch and fill her with his hard member.

“You have no idea how good it feels for me, baby doll,” he replied, a broad smile on his face as her warm, wet tunnel engulfed him.

“I think I have some idea.”

“Oh?” he asked, arching upwards and placing her feet up on her shoulders to get deeper inside her.

“Uh huh. Because you always come so hard.”

“Mmmmm. Smart girl.”

They stopped talking, just took in the sound of their bodies gently slapping together as Steve pistoned in and out of the teen, varying the angles and depth of his thrusts, thrilling to the site of her ample breasts jiggling each time he bottomed out inside her. How he’d come to connect with someone so young, so different from him, amazed and delighted him. And with no strings attached in their arrangement, he literally treated each encounter with her like it could be the last, savored every moment, every taste, every feeling, every sound they produced together during this special summer.

And those sounds! Rachael’s vocalizations amazed him, delighted him, encouraged him to make her feel as good as possible. Physically. Emotionally.

“Don’t stop, daddy. Don’t stop!” He wouldn’t stop if his life depended on it. Or until he…

“Shit! Oh fuck,” Steve grunted, stopping his motions, staring down at her, willing himself not to come so soon. “Just need to…hold on for a minute.”

“But I want your cum, daddy,” she teased, moving her hips. “I want to be filled up by you and carry your cum around all day, to feel it drip down my thighs, to know that I’ve got some of you with me all day…”

“Fuck!” Steve exclaimed, surprising Rachael with the newfound intensity as his cock raged inside her, doubling the pace and force of their fucking as he felt his imminent orgasm spread from his tip up to his heart, kept pounding as he felt his cum shoot up from his tight balls and deep into her, kept fucking her well past the point when he was spent, overjoyed when he felt her pussy spasm and body shudder as she came to her climax with a delighted shriek, almost a shout, as he collapsed onto her for a brief moment before falling off to the side, holding her tight as she lay on her back for a few seconds, then got onto her side to spoon him, his diminishing cock pressed against her perfect ass.

Steve’s hand went up to her hair, gently ran his fingers through it. “Thank you, daddy,” she said, turning her mouth to his. They kissed, long and lustily, lingering in their love, before Rachael burrowed her head into a pillow. A few short minutes later, they were both asleep.

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Meghan had been given the greatest birthday gift for her 18th birthday. Her parents had given her a trip to London, England.

Her first trip alone and Meghan was beaming. The flight was uneventful, and Meghan had studied the tourist guide to see all the important places to visit. She felt so grownup to be able to go on her own.

As Meghan stood a little impatiently in line while waiting to register and get a key to her room, at the hotel.

A slight grin crossed her face and her blue eyes sparkled, accentuating her cute freckles. She was thinking what she had written in her high school yearbook. “Let a smile be you’re umbrella and you’re gonna get wet.”

“Finally,” she muttered under her breath, “my turn.”

“How may I help you?” the gay looking man behind the counter asked brightly.

Meghan was about to give the man a burn but thought better of it and gave him her name. “I have a reservation for three nights, that my parents got for my birthday.”

“Ohhhhhh let me see,” the man said while punching in her name on the reservations computer terminal. “Hmmmmm, I don’t find it here, let me check one more place.”

Meghan nervously tapped her foot while the clerk searched for her name. Finally with his head shaking from side to side the man said slowly, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t find your reservation anywhere, and unfortunately we’re all booked up.”

“What?” Meghan snapped. “My parents booked the reservation and I’ve even got the confirmation reply, I demand to speak to the manager.”

Meghan could hear the grumbling from the other people in line, but dammit it couldn’t be helped. She had a reservation and demanded that they live up to it.

Ten minutes later after the assistant manager had explained that there was nothing they could do.

A feminine voice from the middle of the line said softly, “I have reservations for a double and wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.”

On their way up the elevator to the fifteenth floor Meghan said, “I really appreciate this, I don’t know what I would have done with the whole city filled up and me in a strange country, not knowing anybody.”

“No problem at all,” the brunette woman replied, “I just hope that if I was ever in your predicament that someone would do the same for me, by the way my name’s Marie, Marie LeClare.”

Meghan reached out to shake Marie’s extended hand and replied, “I’m Meghan, oh good, here’s our floor.”

“Nice Pınarbaşı Escort room,” Marie commented while dropping her bags in the corner. “I always stay at the Biltmore,” Marie went on, “the service is always great, that is until today.”

The two of them laughed for a moment before Marie asked, “Do you mind if I take a shower, it was a long flight and I feel pretty grungy?”

“Not at all,” Meghan replied, “you go right ahead while I unpack.” Meghan then proceeded to open her suitcase while in the background she could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.

“It’s all yours,” Marie said while coming out through the bathroom door. Meghan turned around to answer but her chin practically hit the floor when she saw a totally naked Marie standing in the middle of the room toweling herself off.

“Go ahead,” the big-busted woman said casually, “the water’s hot.” Meghan quickly regained her senses and replied, “Thanks, I think I will.”

Once under the stingy rays of water Meghan forgot all about the incident with Marie and luxuriated in the warm gushing water.

“Ohhhh that feels so nice,” she said to herself as her mind drifted off into space. She was in fact so relaxed that she never even noticed when the door to the shower slowly opened and Marie joined her inside.

“Mmmmm, you look so sexy under that spray” Marie whispered. “What are you doing in here?”

A befuddled Meghan answered shakily. “I just thought the water felt so good,”

Marie replied gently while reaching out to caress the younger woman’s smooth belly, “Mmmmm, you look so sexy under that spray.” Now recoiling with a little bit of fear Meghan answered a little more forcefully, “I can assure you that I’m 18 years old and quite capable of taking my own shower, thank you.”

“I’m sure that you are,” Marie replied smoothly while letting her hands roam all over the frightened woman’s firm breasts, “but you look so sexy I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Well just help yourself out of here,” Meghan stammered, “I don’t go in for this type of thing.”

“Really?” Marie asked softly. “Just look at your nipples, they seem to be “going for it.” Marie quickly moved closer to her target and forced her hand between the stunned young woman’s legs and began firmly fingering the young pussy.

“Ohhhhhh,” Meghan gasped, “stop that this instant.”

“You mean stop this?” Marie asked softly while flicking Pınarbaşı Escort Bayan her finger over the mewling woman’s hard swollen clit.

Meghan was now pinned up against the shower stall wall and with little or no chance of escape closed her eyes and let the brunette woman have her way with her.

The tension in Meghan’s pussy was now growing to a fever pitch. She was trying desperately not to enjoy the experience, but knowing how sensitive her pussy was to any kind of stimulus she knew instinctively that she would do what ever Marie asked of her.

Now hovering on the ragged edge of orgasm, Meghan’s eyes literally were rolling back in her head when Marie kissed her on the ear and whispered, “Have you ever sucked a pussy?”

“No,” Meghan recoiled, for the first time figuring out exactly what was going to happen next. “That’s good, real good,” Marie cooed while pressing her heavy chest into Meghan’s perfectly shaped breasts. “I just love having a virgin mouth do my hot cunt, it’s oh so exhilarating.”

“I don’t want to,” Meghan cried weakly, “please, don’t make me.”

“Please don’t make me,” Marie mimicked in high-pitched little girl’s voice. “Now get your ass down there and suck me off, little bitch.”

Seconds later Meghan was on her knees staring at the hottest pussy she had ever seen in her eighteen years of life. Marie grabbed her roughly by the head, and with little or no fanfare pulled her mouth directly to the bulging slit.

Secretly Meghan had always wondered what it would be like to orally satisfy another woman and now here she was actually getting her chance.

Of course she had tasted her own pussy juice on the fingers of her hand after an extreme masturbation session, but this was totally different and much more intense.

Gingerly at first she let her tongue slip up and down Marie’s pussy lips, taking special care to flick across her swollen erect clit. Hearing Marie moan with each stroke emboldened the neo-cunt lapper.

Now reaching around to grab Marie’s ass cheeks for leverage she bored in hard, alternating between tongue fucking and driving her wild with hard licks on her distended clit.

“Good fucking god,” Marie moaned while grabbing the towel bar for support, “you’re a fucking cunt lapping genius.”

Meghan would feel a change coming over her as the older woman rocketed to a leg wobbling orgasm. She could tell instantly that this Escort Pınarbaşı would not be the last pussy she would suck while Marie literally ground her spasming cunt lips into her wide open mouth, filling it with sweet pussy honey as she gushed.

Marie gasped for breath as her blood pressure slowly returned to normal.

Come with me,” she ordered while pulling Meghan to her feet. After drying off Marie led the aroused young woman to one of the beds and had her lay down with her legs spread wide apart.

Meghan closed her eyes and softly pulled and twisted her hard nipples while waiting for her new lover to bring her to an orgasm of her own.

“Now we’re ready,” Marie announced while towering over the bed. Meghan slowly opened her eyes only to feel her heart leap to her throat as she stared at a monstrous strap on dildo hanging menacingly between the busty brunette’s legs.

Even though she was terrified at the thought of such a huge organ penetrating her pussy, she thought to herself, “I’m brand new and she wants to lay track.”

Whimpering softly while Marie mounted her and pressed the giant head against her now straining opening. “Be gentle,” Meghan gasped, “please, don’t hurt me.” Marie smiled at the shaking woman and replied softly, “But the pain can be so good.”

And then without any warning at all, she slammed her hips forward, driving the plastic spike nine inches deep into her unsuspecting pussy.

To keep her from screaming out loud Marie put her arm over Meghan’s mouth and began powering in and out of the helpless pussy like a battering ram.

Unbelievably, true to Marie’s prediction the mixture of pleasure and pain soon became lost in a gigantic orgasmic cauldron that roiled hotter and hotter by the second.

When it became apparent that she wouldn’t scream, Marie removed her arm only to have Meghan beg, “Oh, please, harder, fuck me harder.”

A broad smile spread over Marie’s face and she whispered, “my little baby is going to have a big one isn’t she.” Meghan attempted to answer, but it was too late.

At that very moment her pussy collapsed around the invading monster while a climax of incredible dimensions slammed into her pussy like a guided missile. “I’m fucking cumming,” she finally managed to moan, “so fucking strong.”

Then it was over. The two of them lay together for a long time with the huge dildo still buried deep in Meghan’s over heated pussy.

“I’m totally shell shocked,” Meghan sighed while caressing one of Marie’s large breasts, “that was just incredible.”

Marie kissed the now satiated woman on the cheek and replied softly, “And remember, we still have three more days.”

“Mmmmmm, yes,” Meghan sighed, “three more days, and don’t forget the nights.”

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Mandy had come home looking like some bedraggled puppy who had gotten caught out in the rain. After a few minutes with Joseph, he had her asking, “Anything I want? You are so sweet! After a day like today, that would be so nice. Can I start with a tall glass of red wine?”

“Anything you want, Mandy,” Joseph cheerfully replied as he headed to the wine rack. He selected a nice merlot, ceremoniously uncorked it, and served his mate with all the panache he could muster. They toasted to togetherness, especially at the end of stressful days. Joseph excused himself to prepare some munchies in the kitchen.

Mandy sipped her wine and watched her man stretch to reach the crackers from the top shelf of the pantry. Seeing Joseph’s butt as he bent over to fetch the cheese from the bottom of the fridge definitely helped her leave the workday blues behind. Five minutes of enjoying the sight of Joseph’s fine fingers deftly slicing cheese completed the job of refocusing her thoughts from her pain-in-the-ass coworkers to some blossoming personal needs.

Joseph carried the plate and his wineglass back to Mandy while she stared at the modest bulge in his jeans. Even “relaxed,” Mandy appreciated his package. As he sat down in his chair she took a deep draft of her wine and felt it warm her throat and belly. She raised her glass, tipped it toward Joseph, and asked again, “Anything?”

Joseph’s eyes twinkled. He liked the way Mandy stressed, “any.” “You bet,” he shot back as he clinked glasses with her and took a long swallow of his own.

“Nice!” She drained her glass. “Top me off!”

Joseph took her glass and returned to the kitchen to comply. When he returned to the den, he was surprised to find Mandy holding her wand vibrator. This was new. Toys were usually his responsibility to bring into play and this one had rarely been more than arms reach from their bed. He handed Mandy’s glass to her, cocked an eyebrow in curiosity, and let “Oh?” slip. He started to sit but Mandy stuck her vibrator between his crotch and the chair he was headed for.

“Not there. Sit over in that chair, in front of me. I want to see you.” She pointed with her pink wand.

Joseph, pants tightening in curiosity, took his glass across the room. He sat opposite Mandy, took a drink, and asked, “OK. Now what?” Mandy smiled. He watched as she lazily slid the vibrator between her legs. She rubbed it thoughtfully against her own crotch and slouched back into her chair. She stopped sliding the vibrator with the head resting against her clit. Eyes locked on Joseph’s, she rotated the toy until the switch was under her thumb. With a click that was louder than Joseph’s pounding heart, she turned it on. Joseph watched her eyelids sensuously close and felt his blue jeans tighten uncomfortably as five… ten… fifteen seconds slipped by.

Mandy pulled the toy away from herself and turned it off. Opening her eyes, she sighed deeply. She looked a whole lot more relaxed than she had when she walked through the door.

“You know how sometimes you want to make love, and sometimes you just want to fuck?” She paused to critically eye her vibrator. “And sometimes you’re so tired that you just want to watch some porn and get off?”

Joseph wondered Kibar Escort where the hell this was going. He could feel heat rising in his cheeks, as he wondered how personal this line of questioning was going to get.

Mandy continued, “Tonight’s one of those tired getting off to porn nights. And you’re my porn, Stud. Wait here. I need a drink of water and we both need a shot of vodka.” She stood up, held out her vibe to Joseph, “Here. Hold this. I’ll be right back.”

He heard Mandy puttering around in the kitchen, getting glasses, running water, opening the freezer, pouring, shutting the freezer. She returned shortly, carrying two glasses with generous measures of that belly-warming, iced nectar. She walked up to Joseph and stood between his knees, forcing them apart with her legs. “Here!” she handed a glass to him, “To sex!” she toasted.

“To sex!” he replied and they tossed their drinks back. Joseph felt the gentle burn as the liquor slid down. He felt the rush of heat as it hit bottom.

Mandy swiveled on her toe, stepped back to her chair, and slouched into it. “Show me what you can do with that toy!” she commanded.

Slightly vodka-emboldened, Joseph complied. The toy might have been made for women but holy shit once he found the right spot and cranked it up to high power, it was friggin’ awesome. He was really getting into it when Mandy commanded, “Enough! Stop!!” Stopping was way harder than starting but Joseph managed to comply, again.

“Strip for me! Down to just your skivvies.”

Joseph stood and launched into his best strip tease: Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing chest hair and pecs but hiding his nipples. He turned his back, wiggled his ass, and unbuttoned the cuffs. He slipped a shoulder free and turned briefly, letting Mandy glimpse a nipple before hiding it again with his body. Then, in a flash, he stripped the shirt from his body and tossed it into Mandy’s face. When she had pulled it away, he was inches from her lips, grabbed her face, and French kissed her deeply. Then he jumped back and began on his pants.

He unbuckled this jeans and then slowwwly pulled the zipper half way down. She reached for his crotch but he brushed her hands away and scolded, “No touching the dancers!” She pouted as he completed the unzipping and pulled his pants down a few inches onto his hips, revealing the tops of his underwear. Then, quick as a bunny, he turned away, lifted a foot onto a chair, and untied a shoe. He kicked the shoe free and, giving Mandy a front row view of his tight butt, he made quick work of the other shoe and his socks.

Turning back to face her, Joseph gradually eased his pants down, revealing, tantalizing inch by tantalizing inch, more and more of the bulge Mandy wanted to see. He spun around again, continuing the reveal of his ass cheeks, until his jeans were fully free of his shorts. With a pull of one leg and a kick of the other, Joseph stood before his audience, one thin layer of tented cotton covering the engorged part of his body that Mandy loved the most.

Mandy clapped and hooted, as befitted such a come-fuck-me performance. There Joseph stood, just in front of her knees, a cock’s length out of reach, hands provocatively Kibar Escort Bayan on his hips, pelvis out-thrust.

“Awesome! You’ve earned two rewards,” Mandy exclaimed. “Be right back with number one.” She scooped up the shot glasses and headed back to the kitchen. Joseph heard more running water and some grumbling about too many salty pretzels at work and then Mandy returned with more of that heart (and gut) warming potato juice. “To the sexiest guy alive,” Mandy toasted.

“And gal,” Joseph countered.

They each tossed back their shots. Joseph swallowed wrong, coughed, and flushed as his second shot in very few minutes hit bottom with his recent glass of wine.

“And for reward number two, you’re earned 60 seconds with this… starting now,” Mandy held her vibe out to Joseph.

He wasted no time grabbing the tool and starting to pull his shorts off.

“Uh unh,” Mandy stopped him. “Not yet. Taunt me some more.”

Always one to keep his promises, Joseph flipped the switch and brought Mandy’s joystick to his own joystick. Even through his underwear, the vibrations swept him away again, penetrating the length of his shaft and deep into his core. He swayed unsteadily, tipsy from the vodka, weak kneed from arousal. Eyes closed, he edged toward orgasm.

Mandy’s hand slipped inside the waistband of her pants. Her fingertips slid quickly past the cotton of her shirt and over the slick nylon of her panties. Watching Joseph steamed her up. She stroked downward with fingertips, dragged a gentle fingernail back, again, and again, and again. With her other hand, she pressed and massaged the sensitive spot above her clit. She, too, edged toward orgasm.

But it was Mandy’s “anything,” not Joseph’s. Switching gears, she reached out and took the toy from Joseph’s hands. This time, “Nooo!” did escape his lips as, interrupted just shy of satisfaction, his eyes popped open to see Mandy, vibrator in left hand, right hand in her pants, and an almost-cumming expression on her face. He lost his balance and fell clumsily into his chair as Mandy, with one tug of her right hand, bared her pussy. She brought the vibrating head of the toy to her clit and the pulsing shot through her body. Too much! She slid the toy downward. Better. Down farther. Ohhh! Back up. Easing. To her clit. Overwhelming!! Back down. Down. Almost cumming. Up a bit. Closer. Upward. Almost. Clit. Fireworks! Up just a tiny bit more, not quite so super-sensitive. Mandy groaned; her climax rolling on and on and on. Eyes closed, head thrown back, she gave herself up to her own pleasure.

Joseph watched, his own rod hard as iron. Every fiber of he being wanted to jump her bones. He barely summoned the self-control to let her run her own scene. Without consciously realizing it, he stuck his hand into his underpants and pulled on his penis, freeing it from his underwear. His tip dribbled and he started to smooth the pre-cum into the head, stroking, twisting, pulling himself toward his own release.

Just then, Mandy opened her eyes. Focused on Joseph starting to jerk off. She licked her lips, started to stroke her vibrator along her vulva again. “You go, Joe. Show me what you can do!” By the time Mandy Escort Kibar had slid her vibe through just one intense circuit along her swollen lips to her opening and back to her C spot, the intensity made her peak again, grunting “Oh yes!!” and laughing with her own pleasure. She pressed a button twice on her toy, switched from straight vibrations to her favorite pattern, and moved the head just a smidge off of her most sensitive spot. Perfect! Watching Joseph masturbate, her best toy at its best setting at her best spot, in mere seconds she swept herself into another climax and then another and then, panting, she switched off the toy. Every nerve humming, her body relaxed into her chair.

She focused on Joseph again. His hand trembled as he watched her. Had Mandy cum just once more, he would have followed her to bliss. But she stopped and he… She smiled at him. He was sweet this way, so close, so so close. Mandy tried to talk, failed, swallowed, and managed to make words come out. “You can stop now. I’m done.”

“Stop?!” Joseph was incredulous.

“Yeah. I’m done. Thanks. It was just exactly what I needed.” Mandy smiled sleepily. She could see that Joseph needed more but he had promised her, “Anything” and she just didn’t have it in her right now to take care of him. She admired the view, though: There he was, slouched into his chair, cock sticking out the top of his underwear, one hand gripping his shaft, the other up behind his head, gripping the back of the chair.

Mandy stood up, kicked off her pants. Slipped her briefs off and dropped them to the floor with her pants. Both were too sex soaked to wear again. Reaching down, she grabbed the elastic of Joseph’s briefs, pulled him to his feet. He staggered and almost fell.

“How d’you doing so good?” Joseph slurred his words a bit, “after all those shots?”

“Silly bear,” Mandy laughed. “You’ve been doing vodka. I’ve been shooting water. Now come along before you pass out.”

“Traitor!” Joseph protested but two glasses of wine and a couple shots of vodka in just a few minutes made the floor tilt and his word came out more like, “Trrrrtrrr.”

Mandy led him to their bed. She climbed in, pulled him alongside, and snuggled close.

Closing her eyes, Mandy imagined the fucking she would want later, after a nap. Joseph had better still be hard. He had better not waste his hard-on on himself. Drowsily, she thought about tying his hands to the bed, so that he could not reach himself.

Dreamily, she though that handcuffs would be quicker and a lot less trouble. His new blue strap floated into her imagination, the one that she could wrap around his cock, behind his balls, and lock in place. Maybe she should lock that on and lock the handcuffs to the strap. His hands would be right next to his cock. He would not be able to avoid touching himself.

She drifted toward sleep, imagining watching Joseph struggling to not touch himself, trying valiantly to save himself for her. She wore the keys on a necklace; close but oh so far from Joseph’s reach. And every time he regained a little self-control and stopped stimulating himself, she would tweak his nipple, or tickle his thigh, or bite his neck.

She dreamed of her helpless boy-toy as he edged himself closer and close to the orgasm he needed. He was gasping, torn between trying to cum and trying to wait. In her dream, Her hot dream went on for a long time. Maybe, just maybe, her dream was fueled by the real moans of the sleepless, frustrated man by her side.

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I hired Ashley to babysit for my son afternoons when his school was over but before I got home from work just after five. For her, it was an easy job: they played for a while, then he usually took a nap for an hour or so. She was mostly just there to do her homework and keep an eye on him.

I was typically a trusting guy, but as a single father I’d developed a suspicious streak. It’s not that Ashley seemed untrustworthy — she went to a good college and came with glowing references from a good friend — it’s just that I’d become very protective of my son after his mother just up and left us. I still have no idea why and wonder what kind of a mom would just up and leave her child and husband, but she did!

When I saw a “nanny cam” disguised as a book advertised on Amazon, I bought it. When it arrived a few days later it really did look like an ordinary book, I was impressed and placed it on the shelf amongst other books next to my TV. I programmed it through my laptop, but really I didn’t even plan on looking at the footage.

After Ashley had been working for me for about a month or two, I remembered the nanny cam and decided to check it. I had it set to only record from two till five, the times that I would be gone from the house, but I really had no idea if it even worked.

It did, the footage was of the empty couch in the living room. I chuckled at my own stupidity. If I wanted to see what was going on while I was gone, what was the use of putting a camera where the couch was actually the only thing really on it, not where I could see the living room, dining room and the kitchen? But what the hell it was a nanny am disguised as a book so I put it where my books were. I pressed fast forward until I saw Ashley come into the frame.

Totally boring. She got out a book and began to read. It didn’t look like a textbook, more like a paperback of some kind.

It’s nice to see that college students are actually reading something these days, not just texting on their phones I thought to myself. For the first time, I noticed that Ashley, who dressed rather conservatively around me, was actually a very attractive young woman.

She had long, red, curly hair that she kept back in a ponytail, large green eyes, freckles and full lips. Her breasts were large on her curvy sculptured frame, and I found myself watching them rise and fall as she paged through the paperback. She really was mesmerizing in a way I found totally sexy, almost erotic.

I quickly remembered my role as her employer, however, and pressed fast forward once again.

Suddenly, however, something startling happened.

I watched Ashley put the book down on the coffee table and move her hands to her jeans, unbuttoning the top button.

My eyes widened as she unzipped her jeans and reached one hand inside. I had a hard time understanding what I was seeing at first.

Was she –? She was.

With her right hand down her pants, Ashley now reached up under her top to play with her breasts, her eyes closed all the while. I watched breathlessly as my babysitter proceeded to bring herself to a silent orgasm that I could see by her trembling body

I felt myself getting aroused, but then I closed the video.

This is wrong, I thought. Sure, it’s my house, but she deserves privacy too doesn’t she?

The next day I brought my son Noah home from school on my lunch, my boss was cool and allowed me to always take a late lunch so I could pick my son up and take him home and wait for Ashley to show up. She was always punctual.

As I thanked her once more for being so prompt, I examined her face for any signs of the wantonness I’d witnessed on the nanny cam. I couldn’t say I saw any. To all outward appearances she was the picture of innocence. Her hair was back in a ponytail as usual, but I couldn’t help but notice that her shirt had a neckline a bit more plunging than I’d remembered seeing her wear, showing some cleavage.

That night when I came home, I carefully examined her appearance once again, as well as I could without arousing suspicion. Everything seemed in place, there was no outward sign of any mischief. Her hair was pulled back just as neatly as it had been that afternoon, and I couldn’t see any sign that her hands had been in her pants, or anywhere else. Not that I would have been able to tell anyway.

After Noah was in bed that night, I kept thinking about the video of her masturbating. I pictured her soft, supple lips quivering in pleasure. I thought of her hands skilfully teasing her clit. The way she bit her lip as she played with her breasts. Who was she thinking about? One of the guys at school, I guessed.

Certainly not me. At 45, I was old enough that I could be her father and probably way too old to be in her range of interest. Besides, I could never have a relationship with a 20-year-old.

Then a thought came to my mind:

I could never have a relationship with her.

But I could fuck her.

I immediately dismissed the idea out of my head. She was my babysitter!

Even so, I couldn’t resist downloading the nanny cam video Yeşilyurt Escort to my computer once again.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought, as I fast-forwarded through the video.

The first few minutes showed absolutely nothing.

Then there was Noah playing. I smiled.

A few minutes later, Ashley appeared and they talked for a few moments, before Noah followed her into the bedroom. It was naptime.

Shortly after that, Ashley appeared. Once again, she produced a book and began to read.

For a long time, nothing happened. I felt my breathing accelerate in anticipation, hoping, praying that she would start to touch herself again.

Suddenly, she was out of the frame again.

Then she was back, this time with her purse. She rummaged through it until she found a small object.

I couldn’t tell what it was at first.

That is, until she unbuttoned her jeans once again pulled them down a wee bit and proceeded to rub it across her panty-covered mound.

A vibrator! In my house! I felt myself getting angry, even as my cock got hard at the sight of the beautiful young woman masturbating on my sofa.

She’d crossed a line. I knew I had to fire her, as much as it pained me to do so.

But as I watched Ashley slowly pull her panties down and insert the vibrator into her pussy, I was conflicted.

Those lips, I thought. That hair. Those eyes. That little tuff of red hair above her pussy.

As angry as I was about the fact that she masturbating while my son slept, I still wished I could hear her. Was she a moaner, a groaner, or a screamer even? That would be bad, of course. In a good way.

Suddenly my eye caught sight of a volume control at the bottom of the video. Surely the camera didn’t record audio too? I should of read the instructions.

It did. As I adjusted the volume slider up, I couldn’t believe my ears.

The exquisite creature on my couch, my babysitter Ashley, was murmuring my name.

“Don,” she whispered, “fuck me please. Oh yes Don. Give me that big dick.”

My cock stiffened as I heard my name.

Surely this must be a case of mistaken identity? There must be a guy at school she was lusting after, or maybe even an actor?

But her next words removed all doubt.

“Fuck me, Mr. Naughton!” she groaned in a hoarse whisper that I could still make out distinctly.

That was me, Don Naughton, her employer. There could be no doubt.

I closed the video and weighed my options for a few moments. My brain was telling me to fire her. What I’d witnessed could have put my child in danger. What if there’d been an emergency of some kind? My babysitter would have been caught with her pants down and a vibrator buried in her pussy.

On the other hand, my cock was telling me another story entirely. It was telling me the story of a beautiful, voluptuous curvy coed who thought about me — and talked dirty to herself! — while she masturbated.

The next day, when Ashley showed up for work, I still hadn’t decided what would win: my brain or my cock. Then, when she’d closed the door behind her and set down her purse, I finally arrived at a decision.

The cock it was.

She looked stunning that day. Better than I’d ever seen her before. She was wearing a tight-fitting white blouse with a plunging neckline, a miniskirt, and tall black boots. Her hair was back as usual, and her full red lips were covered in a shiny gloss that suggested the look of a teenager more than that of the young woman I saw before me.

“Hi!” she said with a smile

Then, noticing the distinct quiet that lay across the house, “where’s Noah?”

“I dropped him off at his grandmother’s,” I said.

“So you don’t need me?”

“I need to talk to you,” I replied, and noted how her face fell, her eyelids wilting to the floor.

Dark eye shadow and a hint of mascara. Nice.

“Let’s talk in the livingroom,” I said, gesturing in a friendly manner even though I could sense the tension in the room rising.

“Have a seat.”

She sat across from me on the edge of an armchair. I took the couch.

“Do you know why I wanted to talk to you, Ashley?”

“No,” she murmured, looking at the floor, “but I’m guessing you’re not happy with my work or something.”

“Close,” I said, “I’m quite happy with your work. It’s your — how do I put this — extracurricular activities that concern me.”

She looked at me with her large green eyes.

“Extracurricular?”

“Do you know what I’m talking about, Ashley?”

“You mean like my yoga class?”

I chuckled. She had a good sense of humour.

“No Ashley,” I said, “I’m talking about what you do in this house when I’m not around. when Naoh is asleep.”

“I don’t do anything,” she said, clearly upset, “I — I read. I study. I watch TV sometimes.”

“Is that all, Ashley?”

“Yes, of course it is! I’ll telling you the truth. Why would I lie to you.”

She started to cry. As much as it hurt me to watch the tears fall down her face, I was Yeşilyurt Escort Bayan prepared for this. I pushed a box of tissues across the table to her.

“It’s ok, Ashley,” I said, giving her a moment to calm herself.

“It is?”

“I believe you.”

“Good,” she said, dabbing the streaks of mascara from her face, “because I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“But Ashley,” I said, “would you agree that part of your job is being prepared for emergencies while Noah is asleep?”

“Yes,” she said, growing suspicious again.

“And would you agree that if you weren’t prepared for an emergency, I’d have grounds to fire you?”

She paused for a moment.

“Yes, I guess you would.”

I picked up the remote control.

“Then would you please explain how this situation demonstrates your emergency preparedness?”

I pressed play. The big-screen TV was filled with an image of Ashley on her back on the very sofa I was sitting on, pussy skewered obscenely with a vibrator. She looked marvellous.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned onscreen, in a low whisper, “fuck me Don!”

The Ashley sitting on the chair turned bright red, leaped up and grabbed at the remote.

“You TAPED me! You fucking perverted bastard! I’m going to the police!”

I tried to defuse the situation by handing her the remote. She pressed pause, but not before the woman onscreen let out a final obscenity: a long, trailing, whispered “fuuuuck!”

“Go ahead,” I said, “I’ll have them book you for child endangerment. This is my house, and I can videotape whatever I want.”

“You bastard,” she spat, throwing the remote against the couch so hard it bounced back and hit the floor with a crack, “you fucking bastard!”

“Ashley,” I said, “how can you call me those names after what I heard you say in the video? Should I rewind and refresh your memory?”

“Fuck you.”

“Seems like that’s what you want,” I grinned.

She stormed towards the door.

“Hold it a sec,” I said, “don’t you think there’s a way we can settle this?”

“You mean like sex? I knew that’s where this was going. I might have had kind of a crush on you before, but there’s no way I’m letting you anywhere close to me now.”

“Relax,” I said, “I’ve got a way that we can resolve this, without sex, and you can keep working for me.”

Her hand dropped from the doorknob.

“I’ll just punish you.”

“Punish me?”

“Spank you.”

I let my words hang in the air for a moment. She was quiet, as if considering my proposal.

“Spank me?”

“Spank you.”

“How?”

“Over my lap,” I said.

“With your hand?”

“At first.”

“And then?”

“With my belt.”

She looked at the floor.

“Your belt?”

“My belt.”

“Over my skirt?”

“No,” I said, “I don’t think so. I think it would have to be on your bare…” I paused for a moment, “…bottom.”

“No!” she looked at me defiantly.

“Yes! Or you can go now and I’ll call all of your references and offer to forward them the video.”

She put her hand on the doorknob for a moment, then let it drop.

“How many?”

“How many what?”

“How many…,” her voice trailed off, mascara-stained eyes dropping to the floor once again, “spanks?”

“I don’t think it would be right to negotiate that in advance. I think you’ll just have to trust that I give you an appropriate but not excessive punishment.”

She was silent.

“You can stop it whenever you want,” I said, “but if you do, the deal is off of course.”

She bit her bottom lip for a moment, furrowing her brow before she mumbled “ok.”

“What was that?”

“Ok.”

“Ok!” I said, standing from the sofa, “I suggest we get started right away.”

Ashley stood there, next to the door, motionless.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I said, heading to the kitchen to grab a chair and two scarves, which I stuffed into my pockets.

When I returned, she was sitting on the couch again, still avoiding eye contact.

“Alright,” I said, putting the chair down and taking a seat in it, “please take off your panties.”

She gave me a pained look.

“Yes, go ahead,” I said, “we already agreed that you’d be spanked without them. Now please take them off and hand them to me.”

Ashley ‘s pale skin turned bright red.

“I –,” she began.

“Not your skirt,” I added, “just the panties.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she stood and wriggled out of her panties, doing her best to avoid exposing her legs as she worked them down over her shapely ass. Still in her boots, she stepped out of the panties skilfully, leaving them a heap on the floor. Then she looked at me.

“Bring them to me,” I commanded.

She sneered at me before bending down just enough to grab the tiny black thong Lying on the floor.

“Here,” she said, crossing the room towards me and offering me her panties with a look of disgust.

“Thank you,” I said, taking hold of the panties bringing them Escort Yeşilyurt to my nose to inhale her scent then putting them in my pocket.

Her eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll return them!” I said.

She was standing in front of me now, a curvy figure of feminine perfection. I took a moment to admire the curve of her breasts as they heaved against her black bra. Her breathing was definitely faster than normal.

“Ok,” she said, “let’s get this over with.”

“Agreed.”

She stood there waiting.

“So what do you want me to do? Bend over or something?”

I chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“As much as I’d like to see that, we agreed on an over-the-knee spanking, didn’t we?”

“I know,” she said, “it’s just that it’s so…”

“So what?”

“Humiliating.”

“But that’s part of the fun!”

“For you maybe,” she sneered.

“For you too. Maybe,” I smiled.

“Fuck you,” she spat.

“We’ll see about that.”

“You already made that joke.”

“Sorry. Then I guess we’ll have to stop joking around and get on with it.”

She sneered at me, sticking out her tongue halfway like a petulant teenager.

“Over my lap.”

Slowly, carefully, she walked to my right and then bent gingerly forward, gradually letting her exquisite body balance across my legs. I had an incredible view of her ass, which was, admittedly, still covered by a skirt.

When I reached down to peel it off, she swatted my hands away.

“Can I ask what you’re doing?” I asked.

“I thought you were going to spank me, not undress me,” she said.

“Yes,” I said, “on the bare bottom.”

“Alright,” she said, reluctantly, “go ahead.”

I slowly peeled back her skirt to reveal her shapely bare ass. Pale and pristine, it was simply a marvel to behold. She was truly a beautiful woman.

Smack!

I let the first blow fall without warning, squarely on her right bum cheek. Ashley let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a yelp. As I slowly removed my hand from her burning skin, I saw that I’d left a red palm print.

SMACK!

I tried to duplicate my handiwork on the other side.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed, grabbing at me with her right hand while steadying herself against the floor with her left, “that fucking hurt!”

“As well it should have.”

SMACK! SMACK!

Ashley squealed as I delivered two more blows to the same two areas, leaving two even redder palm prints on her rear. She was panting now.

“You know what, Ashley?” I said, swatting her hands away from her throbbing backside, “I think you’re going to enjoy yourself by the time we’re done here.”

I grabbed her wrists, holding them together in my left hand as I landed two more blows across her backside. She shrieked.

“FUCK! YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Ashley, if you keep fighting me, I’m going to have to secure your hands.”

She kicked her legs in protest, but stopped resisting with her arms.

“Good girl.”

I paused for a moment before delivering two more blows in rapid succession, each hard enough to make my palm smart.

SMACK! SMACK!

“OOOOOWWW!” she moaned, kicking her legs and struggling against me once again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I followed up with four more blows, equally distributed between her two cheeks, but moving downward from my starting point and approaching the delicious place where her legs met and her red haired well-trimmed pussy was starting to appear.

“FUCK!” she moaned, “GOD DAMN IT!”

Then she began to sob quietly.

“Are we done yet?” she asked between sobs.

“Not yet,” I said, massaging her beautiful buttocks, working just to the edge of her pussy before withdrawing my hand once more, “we have to move on to the belt, remember?”

“Do we have to?”

“That was the agreement.”

“Couldn’t I just,” she paused, “couldn’t I just do something for you instead?”

“Do something for me?”

“Something else?”

“Like?”

“I could give you a blowjob.”

“Give me a blowjob? You mean suck my cock?”

“Yes,” she muttered, “if you’ll stop spanking me.”

“That’s a great idea,” I said, “the part about the blowjob. But I think before I take you up on it I’m going to finish spanking you.”

“Fucker.”

SMACK! SMACK!

With the next two blows, I reduced Ashley to her blubbering state once again.

But I also noticed something. She was trying to position herself in such a way that her pussy would be more exposed. Its glistening surface told me I was right.

“Ashley,” I said, “you’re wet!”

Then I reached a finger between her legs, probing her moist slit.

Her gasp let me know that my intrusion was more than welcome. Her hips bucked backward towards my hand, as if involuntarily.

I probed deeper with one finger, along her slit towards her clitoris, teasing it gently for a moment before withdrawing.

She let out a high-pitched moan.

Then I pressed my right thumb into her, watching her buttocks tense as I found her G- spot.

I massaged it for a few moments before pulling my thumb back out again and running two fingers along her clitoris.

Then, without warning, I started the spanking once more.

SMACK! SMACK!

This time, her groans were of also of pleasure, not only pain.

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Chapter 28 – Gagging For It

Indie refused to acknowledge the stack of bills Laurel slapped into his hand.

“Why do I have to go?” he asked. “You were supposed to bring alcohol, not send me to buy it two nights before.”

“You always get the good stuff.” She shrugged. “We thought it would be better if we just collected the money we would have spent and had you pick out something worth drinking.”

Laurel’s “we” referred to her two best girlfriends, Meggie and Lacey, and their boyfriends, Drew and Clint (the one Efrain and I had traumatized). Efrain, Gio, and I were joining Thursday’s party because we live here (and Laurel wanted Efrain to cook). Indie invited his squeak toy (as ‘Rain had taken to calling him) because Preston would have invited himself anyways, and Gio had a date, too. JJ and Berta were also coming, oddly by Indie’s invite and not ours.

“No, you were too lazy to make a booze run before crashing my place.”

“Look at it this way,” Mike said. “We would have cleared out your stash instead of drinking the shit we brought over.”

“Just imagine a dozen people descending upon your alcohol like a swarm of boozy locusts, leaving you stuck with a fridge full of crappy beer and boxed wine.”

I was glad that Keenan lived halfway across the country. I barely handled him and Preston pulling the best-friend double-team on me over Skype; I couldn’t imagine them both working me over in person.

“What did you do with all that shit anyway?” Mike asked.

Indie pointed over at Efrain and me. “I made them take it to one of their football party-whatevers.”

“Thanks, by the way,” Efrain said from his position at the stove. “Most of it ended up puked out all over Matt Carey’s floor.”

“It’s my understanding,” Preston said, “that his couch still smells like vomit.”

“You see? There is a use for your shitty booze,” Indie said, and shoved the cash back at her.

“I know you’re all about poetic justice and everything,” Laurel said, shoving the money at him once more. “But, you’re still going on that booze run.”

“I’m not going by myself.”

“Fine, take Mike,” she said.

“But, I…” Mike started.

Laurel turned on him. “But, sweetie, Efrain is busy making dinner, plus we have to menu plan. And, Cory is all tuckered out from moving his old roommates into their new digs, Gio is out with his lady friend, and Preston promised to help me with dessert.” Her tone was honeyed, but you just knew that any refusals would lead to a night on the couch.

“My car or yours?” Mike asked Indie.

“Thought I’d never get him out of here,” Laurel huffed as soon as they walked out the front door.

“What are you up to?” Efrain asked.

“My usual antics and shenanigans.” She waited until Mike and Indie had driven off before pulling out three books she’d secreted over in a satchel, then crooked her finger at Preston and beckoned him over. “You, sir, have earned a reward.”

“Have I, now?”

He walked to Laurel and her stack of what seemed to be yearbooks. The smallest was from a school called Townsend, and the other two were from Bishop. I assumed those were the middle and high schools she and Indie had attended. Laurel cracked open the Townsend yearbook, flipped to a marked page, and pointed. Preston peered at the page.

“No,” he gasped. “That’s him?”

“Absolutely,” Laurel giggled.

“I fucking knew he was a blonde!” Preston said. “Cute little shorty.”

“I don’t know why you’re calling him shorty,” she snorted. “He was already taller than you are now!”

“Whatever.” Preston waved his hand. “But this certainly throws my ugly duckling complex theory out the window.”

“He was pretty baby, too,” Laurel said and shrugged. “I still have no idea why he thinks he’s so unattractive.”

Curiosity won out, and I came around to look, and Efrain followed, wiping his hands on a dish towel. Laurel’s finger still pointed to the picture of a cute teen with chocolate brown eyes and a fauxhawk of dark ash blonde hair. Three sets of earrings marched up his earlobes.

I thought I knew who that was supposed to be, but looked at the list of names just to be sure. The guy was smiling, not the smile you involuntarily give when the photographer tells you to, but an actual smile—like the kid had something to be happy about. Seemed impossible to be the same guy, but sure enough…

“Indiana?” Efrain asked. “No wonder he never gave me a key for the mailbox.”

“It gets better,” Laurel said before moving to another marked page, a two-page spread for the boys’ and girls’ track and cross-country teams. “That’s how we met,” she said, pointing out Indie and herself in their respective team pictures. “We both did cross-country in the fall, and track in the spring. I ran the 100m, 400m and relay, and Indie did the 1600m, hurdles, and long-jump.”

“That’s fucking adorable,” I said and pointed to a candid shot of Indie Şirinyer Escort carrying Laurel on his back. He’d had his first eyebrow and lip piercings done by then, and his hair seemed to be a different color. Her face still held traces of baby fat and girlhood, but strongly hinted at the woman who’d eventually be sharing yearbooks with us a decade later.

“I know, right?” she said. “He got a lot of shit because I was still technically an elementary school kid when we started hanging out during summer training.” Preston and I gave her a confused look, so Laurel flipped over to an unmarked page and pointed herself out among the sixth graders. To the side of her picture, a school friend had written Indiana Norman and the Cradle of Doom. “The fact that I had a huge fucking crush on him probably made the whole ‘cradle robber’ matter worse.”

“You had a crush on Indiana?” Efrain laughed.

She paged back to his school photo and quirked her eyebrow. “Tell me you wouldn’t try to hit that back then.”

Efrain, Preston, and I examined the picture, then looked back at each other. As my boyfriend was in the room, I didn’t think it prudent to mention that my thirteen-year-old-self would have crushed on the attractive teen just as hard as my eighteen-year-old-self had crushed on the hot grad student. We shrugged, getting as close as we were willing to admit that little Indiana had been a little cutie.

“Y’all probably hadn’t even hit puberty back then,” she said, and I thought about it. I would have been eight.

I still would’ve drooled.

“Bitch, you just barely hit puberty yourself.” Preston flipped back to the cross-country and track photos. He pointed to her chest. “Just how much of that is Kleenex and how much is you?”

Laurel laughed. “None and none. Wore a padded bra for ages!” She flipped to the last marked page in the small yearbook. “BFFs”, superimposed on an infinity symbol, squatted in the center of the page. Surrounding it were photos of best friend pairs, mostly two boys or two girls. There were some trios, too. Each student had been allowed to sign his or her name as part of the caption. Laurel pointed to hers and Indie’s photo, the only boy-girl pair. They’d drawn fancy moustaches on their index fingers and were holding them under each other’s nose.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Indie act goofy,” I said.

“He wasn’t afraid of being a dork or doing something out of the norm,” she said. “If people were going to talk about him, he’d give them something to talk about. Kept them from talking about the things he got tired of hearing.” She closed the Townsend yearbook and grabbed the first of the ones from Bishop, which had only one marked page. “His junior year. I was still at Townsend his first two years.” She opened the book and pointed to his picture. This time, his hair fell over his face in the emo-est of emo asymmetrical fringes.

“What color?” I asked.

“Bubblegum pink, I think,” Laurel said. “He had a flaming red Mohawk the first day of his freshman year.”

I looked back at his photo. His face had matured since middle school, the cutie growing more handsome over those last two years. He’d done the second lip piercing, as well as his fourth set of earrings and the first on his forward helix, the top part of his outer ear.

Something else was different this time, but I couldn’t place it.

“Okay, let’s get his track pictures,” Preston said.

Efrain laughed. “You just want to see him in his little shorts again.” Preston shrugged; as it was too cold to run in anything but pants, he’d yet to see his fuck buddy in the leave-nothing-to-the-imagination shorts he wore in the summer. Laurel had assured him that the sight was worth the wait, but I think we all wanted to see the teen version of our leggy roommate in his running shorts.

“There aren’t any,” she said, her mouth drawing into a tense line. “He quit in the middle of track season freshman year. Said he wasn’t good enough to compete in high school. I can’t tell you if that was his idea, or Jameson’s.” Laurel looked like she wanted to say more, but just sighed and rolled her eyes and grabbed the last book, so she could show off his senior picture.

Graduating seniors got full-color pictures, so once again we saw young Indiana in bright hues. The suit and tie they made him wear contrasted with his alt-scene vibe, but he worked it better than some of the other graduating seniors. Last year’s hairstyle had been allowed to grow out, softening the edges around his face. Laurel identified his hair color, a kind of seafoam green, as Manic Panic’s Mermaid. Only a few more piercings had been added, including the tongue bar according to Laurel.

Like his classmates, his name was printed under his photo, rather than listed to the side, along with his nickname – Indiana J. Norman, “Indie”. Unlike them, however, there were no school activities or personal quotes listed.

The something Şirinyer Escort Bayan that I couldn’t quite place about his last picture was here, too. I was still trying to figure it out, but Laurel pulled back the book and flipped to the last marked page. When she settled the book on a series of Homecoming pictures, Preston bristled. It was easy to pick out Indie’s distinctive looks among the photos of teens in their suits and dresses; he’d shot up to his full-height by senior year, and no one wore as much body jewelry as he did.

In this picture, he and Laurel stood in formal wear with coordinating wrist corsages and boutonnieres. For such a perpetual slouch, the almost model-like proportions of his body sure did look nice in a suit. And Laurel’s gamine frame, sheathed in a simple satin number, cut an elegant figure. The couple next to them was a sharp contrast. The girl’s frilly confection of a dress gave the appearance of a middle schooler who’d snuck in. The boy’s sloppy mop of curls and loosened tie made him look like a schlub in comparison to Indie. They hugged up on each other to the point of dry humping, as if making up for the respectable, yet companionable, distance between the best friends.

The other boy in the picture seemed to account for Preston’s negative reaction.

“That’s fucking Jameson, isn’t it?” Efrain said. He looked again. “He looks like that guy messing with you that one night.”

“Yup,” she said. “Michael Jameson.” I picked up the first Bishop yearbook and flipped through the juniors to find the shithead’s picture, but she shook her head and pointed me to the sophomores. “He flunked freshman year,” she cackled. “One of those gifted kids that flew through everything and didn’t know how to handle things when they got challenging. Just barely made it out of high school.”

“You said they’d been together since freshman year,” Efrain said, pointing back to the group photo. “Why is he hanging on this girl?”

“Oh yeah, Haiden Coleman,” she said. “Indie used to call her ‘Hoyden’ behind her back. They hated each other.”

“Jameson’s beard?” Preston asked.

“That’s what he told Indie,” she said. “And he believed him for two fucking years, even after I told him that Jameson tried to feel me up. Twice.” She pointed at Haiden’s stomach. “She was two months preggo when this was taken. Her parents talked her into having it ‘taken care of’ over Christmas break.”

“That shit’s cold,” I said.

“The only reason I knew any of it was because she was convinced that we were friends.” Laurel rolled her eyes. “She and Jameson split after graduation because her parents bribed her with a brand new car if she went to school out of state. Put a second mortgage on their house to get her away from that piece of shit.”

“So, wait,” Preston said. “Did Indie know about them?”

“After I told him about Jameson knocking up Haiden,” she said. “But, they still stayed together for over eight years, and it was Jameson that left.”

“When he knocked up that other chick?” Preston asked.

“Yeah, the one that refused to have it ‘taken care of’,” Laurel said.

“Indie mentioned that toad’s habit of shoving his dick in anything that walked and impregnating it,” Preston said. “The fuckwad had the balls to tell Indie that he missed him.”

“Missed Indie paying for everything, more like,” Laurel growled. “But, I so fucking love this picture. Pissed Jameson off that someone snagged a picture of him with Indie.”

“Even though there were two people between them?” Preston asked.

“He was so in the closet, and Indie so wasn’t,” she said. “You know he came out in the boys’ locker room during second period on the first day at high school?” She chuckled at our shocked expressions. “But, yeah, Jameson didn’t want there to be photographic evidence of their relationship in case someone got the idea that he was into the D. Pitched a massive fucking fit when yearbooks came out.” Her smile turned downright evil. “Worth every damn penny.”

“For the yearbook?” Efrain asked.

“For bribing the yearbook staff,” she answered. “Sold more ads than anyone on staff, I wasn’t even in journalism!”

“So, what am I being rewarded for?” Preston said, once her evil giggles had subsided.

Laurel pulled out her phone and swiped through a few screens before turning it around for him to see. One of the pictures Preston had taken of him and Indie was on her screen. “I tagged him in all of them on Facebook. You have no idea how thrilled his mother is!”

Preston cocked his head to the side. “I just took some pictures,” he said, his confusion evident. Laurel pinched his cheek. “What’s so big about taking pics of friends?”

“Everything,” she said.

I pulled out my phone and opened Facebook. Lately, more of the pics in Preston’s feed featured Indie. I tapped on one of the more recent ones and tilted the screen toward Efrain.

“Damn.”

“That’s Escort Şirinyer what I said,’ Preston giggled.

It had been a surprise seeing Indie suited up. Preston even got some shots of him presenting his research with Professor Collins and Mike, looking more confident than he’d been in the lectures I’d attended over the summer.

And then it hit me.

I turned back to Indie’s school photos. He wasn’t smiling, I realized. Somewhere between eighth and eleventh grade, Indie stopped smiling in photos, his face becoming a cold, expressionless mask instead. I flipped back through Preston’s pictures, noting the change. Indie hadn’t returned to the grinning thirteen-year-old goofball, but cracks were starting to show in his mask. The Iceman had begun to thaw.

No wonder Laurel was happy.

“He hasn’t been the easiest person to be around,” she said. “I know it’s impossible to undo everything that shitstain did, but you’ve all helped bring back the guy I remember. I thought you deserved to know a little about who Indie was before…” She nabbed Preston in a hug and gave him a big, dramatic kiss on the cheek.

Laurel busied herself with gathering her yearbooks and slipping them back into her satchel, breaking our little moment. A bottle rum materialized from her satchel, along with cake mix and frosting.

“Alright, boys. Who wants to help me booze up some cupcakes?”

~*~*~*~

“You’re insane,” I said. “You know that, right?”

Indie shrugged. “Perhaps.”

“You’re really going to do it.”

“Indeed,” he replied.

“But, it’s fucking…” I gestured at the sign above the store’s entrance and just barely choked out the rest of the sentence, “Spencer’s.”

“And you’re coming in with me.”

I shuddered.

As if we hadn’t learned our lesson last Christmas, Indie and I had left our holiday shopping to the last damn minute, and thus found ourselves trapped in a fucking mall. I’d plowed through most of my list last week, but I still had a few things left. More importantly, I still had to get my sister something. I’d been trying to figure out what to do because I’d never hear the end of it if I got her a damn gift card like I did last year. Zoe had been hard to buy for ever since she hit puberty. Shit had been easy when all Juaquin and I had to do was get her something pink and frilly. Now, we had to put in actual effort, as if buying a Barbie doll wasn’t effort enough for a teenaged male.

But, for the first time in four years, I had a decent idea.

You see, Cory and Rice… erm… Adrian had been going on about these fucking charm bracelets that women in Texas lost their shit over. Adrian had said it was like a gift for yourself as much as the chick. “Dude, you fuckin’ buy her the damn bracelet, then buy the fuck out of the charms any time you have to give her something. Hell, they’ll make a damn wishlist, so you don’t even have to think about what you’re buying.”

Cory agreed. “And, if you fill up the bracelet, you buy another one and fill that shit up, too.” Apparently, Elaine Card owned enough charm bracelets to cover her arms, from wrist to elbow, on both sides. “And, if you run out of charms, you buy a different brand and buy the fuck out of those.”

I had made the mistake, however, of saying that I should buy one for Zoe, as that led to a lot of, “Who’s Zoe?”

I was still kicking myself for not telling Cory to keep my baby sister a secret because he’d not only fucking told the guys about her, but had showed the Brain Trust the fucking pictures that they’d taken with his phone over Thanksgiving. I’d realized too late that he’d never had a sister, of any degree of attractiveness, and had never had to deal with his friends going on about how hot she was (having to listen to his female friends and not-straight guy friends gush about his hot as fuck brothers doesn’t count).

Then he just had to tell them that Zoe looked just like Mom, which required photographic evidence.

Which he had.

When the fuck did he take a selfie with my mom?

So, now I had been saddled with yet another social group that wouldn’t shut the fuck up about Jailbait Zoe and Lena the MILF.

And add insult to injury, Cory was all like Fun Fact: ‘Rain looks just like his dad, and Lithgow… I mean, Mitch (going to first-name basis with the Brain Trust was a stupid idea, no matter what Baker… fucking hell… Paul thinks) had to stir the pot by asking if Cory thought Dad was hot and thought it was the most hilarious thing ever when Cory said, “Sorry, vato, but Bon’s kind of a DILF.”

Which required photographic evidence.

Which he had.

When the fuck did he take a selfie with my dad?

So, yeah, charm bracelet for my jailbait sister…

The thought of never having to put actual effort into gift-giving for years, maybe even decades, appealed to me. Even Indie had acknowledged the genius of my plan and decided to come along. Misery loves company and all that shit, but really, I think he just wanted to take the easy way out with Laurel’s Christmas present. And since Cory and Preston were tied up tonight with end-of-semester GSA business, we figured we might as well deal with it while they were busy before mall conditions worsened.

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Recap: Siblings Nidhi (26) and Raj (23) are stuck at home in Covid lockdown. Nidhi’s wedding is delayed making her for carnal satisfaction with her usually subservient brother Raj. Past their inhibitions over the past nights, the siblings now move further.

Part 1:

Early in the morning, the siblings were filled with an adrenaline rush, not only because of what was happening in the room but also because their father had started his prayers and would soon be entering the room unannounced. The room was filled with a myriad of sounds: the faint ringing of the prayer bell, the hum of their father’s voice, the ever-present ticking of the clock, the lub-dub of their pounding hearts and the loudest of them all, Nidhi’s gagging from her brother’s cock.

The alarm had gone off half an hour earlier as planned. Nidhi woke up and proceeded to put her plan into action. The gears were put in motion quickly as Raj was already sleeping with a morning wood. Wasting no time, Nidhi yanked off his short exposing his boner. Though she had already experienced it many times now, it was the first time she was witnessing it in daylight. She was delighted to see Raj’s dark member having a nice length and thickness even when it wasn’t at its full potential. Her palms enveloped it and she landed a kiss on the pinkish head before taking it in her mouth.

Already a light sleeper now, Raj awoke to a wet sensation in his nether regions. A wide smile beamed on his face as he saw a head bobbing up and down on his morning wood. He placed his hand on her head and caressed it. Nidhi shifted her gaze and saw that her brother had woken up. Leaving a trail of saliva between her tongue and the cock, she left it and smiled back. She could now move on to the next part.

Within seconds, Nidhi’s nightshirt and bra were off and on the bed. Raj’s eyes widened as he too witnessed the voluptuous breasts on which he came last night, come into full view. He realized that her elder sister really packed heavy assets behind her clothes. The protruding, erect dark brown nipples on the dusky breasts invited Raj to have his way with them. Before he could extend his hands and grab those mounds of flesh, Nidhi unleashed another surprise she had in store for his little brother.

Now fully erect, Nidhi came into a close view of it when she bent down. She saw his pulsing veins and the slick head shining with pre-cum. She resisted her tongue to dive in for another taste, as she gripped the raging boner with her tits. Raj let out a moan as he felt a silky sensation on his crotch. He was in seventh heaven when he realized his elder sister is giving him a titjob.

Nidhi diligently worked on pleasuring her excited brother by squeezing her tits tight around his dick. Up and down she went, biting her lips and looking at Raj’s moaning face. She saw him close his eyes and arching back, lost in pleasure. She diverted her attention to the throbbing dick being stroked between her globes, oozing pre-cum. Her flat tongue licked its sensitive head, making him flinch and edging him closer. As she went for another lick, she suddenly found it retracting and felt a push, causing her to lay on her back on the bed.

Raj’s intense feeling of arousal was disturbed when he heard the ring of a bell. He opened his eyes and they fell straight on the clock. A good amount of time had gone by and the ring of the bell signalled the start of his father’s morning prayers. Instinctively, he pulled back his dick and pushed Nidhi to the side.

He was in two minds as to what he should do. His brain asked him to stop while his dick pushed him to continue. As he was so close, Raj let his dick take over. He saw a bewildered face of Nidhi, laying on her back. Gently lifting her head, he placed a pillow under it. Raj swiftly got over her and placed his cock on her lips.

Nidhi parted her lips and let Raj’s pole fill her mouth. She felt gentle thrusts initially, and she looked up to see a little perturbed face of her brother. She knew he was holding back, wishing not to hurt his sister. Grasping a hold of the situation, she understood what was happening. She was being face fucked by her brother first thing in the morning. Nidhi realized that she was committing such a filthy incestuous act, yet she didn’t feel pinned down. Instead she felt a sense of sexual freedom she had been lacking for so long and started craving for more. She wanted it faster, rougher. She looked up at him giving a sign of approval to stop holding back.

Raj sensed an approving glance from Nidhi and lust took over his worried face. He raised her hands to the top of her head and locked them there with his palms. His hips started to gain speed and the thrusts became faster and deeper, testing Nidhi’s limits and forcing her to gag on his cock. Corresponding with the rising tone of the chants outside, Nidhi’s gags grew louder, filling the room.

Nidhi soon felt the warm liquid filling her mouth between her laboured breaths. She saw the Alaçatı Escort flaccid and sticky penis being pulled out as she raised herself to swallow the cum. Both of them sat panting, exhausted from the sexual act. Silently they laughed as Raj got Nidhi her clothes. Raj lay down looking at Nidhi’s dishevelled but happy face. She put on just her shirt which made Raj think that she forgot about her bra. As he was about to point that out, Nidhi put her bra on his face. She knew from last night that he had enjoyed her smell. Raj took a sniff from the bra placed underneath his nose and over his lips. Unable to stop herself Nidhi leaned in and gave Raj’s lips a kiss from over the bra. This left him ecstatic and he tried to pull her close.

Nidhi had already seen that time was up for this morning. She shoved away his hands and instead stoop up and put up his blanket over him, heading towards the washroom in the nick of time. The door swung open as usual and their father entered. Raj heard from underneath his blanket his father’s chants and the sound of latch from the restroom. He dared not move with his sister’s used bra still in his hands. He kept sniffing away while his father left the room. He knew no better that the day held much more for him today.

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Part 2:

“Why don’t you shift to the bigger bedroom with the air conditioner (AC)?” The Covid lockdown was present in the Indian summer. The mercury kept rising and fans simply didn’t provide any relief. Nidhi used to do her work-from-home (WFH) from the bigger bedroom where they slept, which also had an AC. While Raj chose the smaller bedroom, with just a fan. Higher temperature in the afternoon was making work uncomfortable for him but always the quiet person as he was, complaining wasn’t in his nature. Nidhi, though, pointed this out to their mother in the morning. His mother asked him to change rooms for his work and if he wanted an individual place, he could work from the hall which also had the AC. Raj declined this advice as their parents had their afternoon siesta in the hall. To which she suggested the bigger bedroom as an alternative.

“You both can work together in the same room. Think of it as an office cubicle. Just don’t disturb each other. And when one of you has a call, lock the doors as usual and ask the other one to go out”, said their mother.

Nidhi replied, “There’s no need for that too. We can just lock the door so you don’t barge in unaware that we’re in a call. Raj can stay quiet while I’m on call and I can do the same for him. We can fulfil each other’s needs, isn’t it Raj?”

Raj knew her nefarious and horny sister had devised this plan so as to continue having their fun during the day too. He pretended to oppose but finally relented to his mom’s suggestion. He took his laptop, notepad and cell phone and joined Nidhi in their bedroom’s study table, big enough for two people working side-by-side.

Whereas Indian parents usually entered their kids’ room without the need for knocking first, WFH made sure that this practice discontinued. They worked behind closed but not locked doors, so as to not be distracted by the sounds outside and parents started entering only after a knock. The siblings prepared themselves to take full advantage of this situation.

No sooner did they take their seats and closed the door; Nidhi kissed his brother on the cheeks, placed her hand on his thigh and simply said with a smile, “Don’t be shy, little brother”. Pressing her thighs, he replied, “I never intended to be”.

Their work started and occasionally one of them would slip out to check if their parents were busy and the coast was clear. Taking little breaks from work, they would let their hands wander around each other’s private parts. Teasing, pressing, groping, stroking from over their clothes, they were quick to back off as soon as they heard a knock. Both of them waited for the afternoon, so that they could have the room to themselves while their parents slept.

…

Their mother entered the room after lunch and told them to switch on both the ACs. Nidhi was occupied in the washroom as Raj switched on the AC in their room. He went to the hall, switched on the AC and saw their parents retire to their slumber. He closed their room on his way. As he entered the bedroom, he saw his sister step out of the washroom and gave her a wide smile while he locked the door.

Nidhi leaned on the wall with her hands behind her back and puffing out her chest, inviting Raj to take her. She expected like last night, he wouldn’t be able to keep off his hands from her tits. Raj walked towards her but instead of groping her chest he put his hands on her hips. He pulled her towards him and turned her around with her chest resting on the wall.

Raj knew his sister had been getting him off for a while now and even let him face fuck her in the morning. But he hadn’t done enough to repay her. Not only this, there Alaçatı Escort Bayan was still a bit of apprehension in her which didn’t allow her to open up fully. So instead of pleasuring himself again, Raj turned her around and pulled down her pants.

Nidhi was left a little shock by Raj’s actions. In all this time, she had bared her bottom just once and that too in the heat of the moment. Now her pants had been pulled down leaving her exposed in her panties. She felt a hot sensation on her butt as Raj slapped it. It made her flinch and he felt Raj’s breath near her face as he closed in to whisper, “Harder?” She turned her head to look at him and Raj saw an anxious face. Seeing that, he stopped caressing her ass and pulled back a little, thinking he went too far too soon. Meanwhile, Nidhi came back to her senses. The last bits of nervousness left her body and she composed herself.

Raj saw his sister bend down, wondering if she’s going to pull up her pants. Instead, her fingers went inside the panties and pulled it down to her knees. This day had turned out to be an awesome one as he had seen her naked breasts in the morning and was now staring at her big bare butt. He felt her pull him towards her and heard her say the word again, “Harder!”

Raj’s hand left red imprints on Nidhi’s butt as a few spanks came in quick succession. Learning form last night, she tried to keep her voice as low as possible and endured the pleasurable pain. As her ass felt warm now, Raj sat down and kissed it. The wet kisses and licks provided a little relief to Nidhi which was soon overcome by discomfort as Raj bit her butt cheek. Raj’s actions left Nidhi alternating between moans and squeals. Kneading the globes, Raj spread her butt cheeks and placed his face near her crack. Nidhi shivered with the touch of Raj’s tongue on her asshole. Burying his face between her ass, he kept on licking her asshole giving immense enjoyment to her older sister. Leaving her ass, Raj helped Nidhi get completely out of her pants and panties.

Raj turned her around again and came face to face with her sister’s pussy. Both of them were nervous. Though Nidhi had felt Raj’s member, she had not left him much choice. Now that it came on her, she was a little anxious. Having never being naked on from of anyone, the anxiety increased much more baring herself in front of her brother. On Raj’s part, he hadn’t been this intimate with anyone before.

Raj sensed the nervousness in Nidhi too but didn’t know what was causing this. He guessed that being with her brother might have triggered it and she was hesitant to cross the line. He helped her to the bed and followed her on it. As they lay next to each other, Raj caressed her face to help her calm down. Nidhi kept kissing his hands as Raj leaned closer. Letting go of her inhibitions, she accepted what was coming to her. Their eyes closed as their lips touched each other for the first time. They exchanged soft, gentle kisses. They were in total bliss for a couple of seconds as they kissed. The lips parted and transformed into smiles. Nidhi had calmed down and signalled her consent to go on as she spread her legs.

Starting from her calves, Raj’s kisses made their way up towards her plump thighs. From there, he focussed his attention on her inner thighs as Nidhi’s moans started getting louder. He finally reached her pussy and looked above at her face. She was entranced with his kisses and didn’t look back. He blew at her, making her bush move along with her legs. He let his flat tongue lick it all the way from the bottom to her clit. Nidhi let out a loud man to the delight of Raj.

Raj continued with cunnilingus as he poured kisses after kissed on her slightly hairy vagina. Soon his tongue was accompanied by his fingers as he rubbed her clit. Nidhi kept shaking from bursts of pleasure. Putting his hands on Raj’s head, she encouraged him to keep going. Her pink pussy kept getting warmer and wetter with every passing moment. Suddenly, Nidhi felt something enter inside her. She squealed and pushed away Raj.

Raj, with his wet middle finger, was left flabbergasted by Nidhi’s push. He looked at her so as to know what went wrong. Nidhi sat up and her brother sat beside her. Raj opened his mouth to apologise for hurting her, but stopped midway as Nidhi hugged him. She didn’t leave him for a while and in a low voice asked him to not finger her at the moment, saying she wasn’t ready. Not knowing why was this happening or what to do, he just comforted her and assured her that he won’t do it. He asked her if she wanted to stop to which she said no. Raj was confused as to how to proceed. Understanding this and being regretful for her actions, Nidhi gently assisted Raj to lay on the bed.

Nidhi turned around and positioned her pussy over Raj’s face. Next, she let her erection free from his pants. Raj pulled her snatch towards his lips while Nidhi once again took his pole inside her mouth, completing the Escort Alaçatı sixty-nine. Raj’s tongue and lips worked their way on Nidhi’s pussy, while she tried her best to orally satisfy her brother. As she kept edging closer and closer, her lips left his cock. Minutes passed and Nidhi just ended up sitting on his face getting her pussy eaten and moaning, asking for more. Her moans made Raj go faster with licks, twirls and sucking on her clit. Shaking and screaming, Nidhi reached her orgasm, cumming all over her brother’s mouth.

Spent and satisfied, Nidhi didn’t move before realizing she is sitting on Raj’s face. Cum-hungry that she had become, her tongue yearned for a taste of herself. In a flash, she turned about, with her face now over his. Licking his lips, she pushed her tongue in his mouth, relishing in her own taste. Their lips jostled together while they tumbled over each other. It felt like there were echoes of wet and muffled moans in the room, as they kept kissing without a break, engrossed like passionate lovers.

They separated for a breather and Nidhi held Raj’s cock. He stopped her from stroking him lest he came on the bed. Getting up, he pointed it straight at her face. Nidhi stroked it exuberantly and closed her eyes. Soon, she felt warm spurts of the liquid on her face. When the shower was over, she swiped the cum off her eye and looked her brother. They both laughed heartily on what had just happened.

After cleaning herself in the washroom, Nidhi found Raj seated on his chair, fully dressed. He pointed at the clock, knowing it was time they stopped. Nidhi showed him the finger in return and instead of getting dressed, she removed the rest of her clothing. Walking towards Raj nude, she sat on his lap to commence another smooching session. Just then, her cellphone lit up as she received a text from her fiancé. They disconnected and waited for the other one to react first.

“I’ve told him that I’m experienced, but…”, Nidhi broke the silence. Raj gave a confusing look.

Nidhi went on to explain that his fiancé had discussed their sexual history once. He had disclosed his experiences but didn’t ask Nidhi about hers. Not thinking much, words spat out her mouth claiming to have sex before marriage too. Although, that wasn’t the case and she was actually a virgin. This was also the reason she stopped Raj from fingering her just a while before. She wasn’t comfortable with something inside her still. Not wanting to turn out as a liar, she wished to do something to help situation but couldn’t act on anything. Being horny wasn’t the only thing that led to her getting off Raj at nights. She expected him to catch her. She wanted him too. There was only one guy she could trust in what she wanted to achieve and it was her brother. She knew it was not right; yet she couldn’t stop herself.

Raj was left dazed hearing his sister. He hugged her naked body and assured her that it was ok and that he wouldn’t rush into anything. Feeling secure, she got dressed and went to unlocked the door.

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Part 3:

The afternoon “break” meant that Raj had to work late in the night. His parents retired to sleep and he had to carry his work out of the bedroom and in the hall so that Nidhi can sleep without disturbance. His sister was about to greet him in the hall with a kiss which Raj blocked. Their parents had just gone to bed and he didn’t want them hearing anything. Nidhi was sporting a sly smile watching her brother scared with her attempt. As Raj took his seat, Nidhi grabbed him and turned him around. She removed her pants and then her panties, which she left besides his laptop. Raj was in a trance as he saw Nidhi walk back to the bedroom with her pants in her hand and her bare ass wiggling with every step.

Raj hid the panties so that his parents don’t walk him on in in this state. Distracted by it, his work took a little longer and he came back into the bedroom to find Nidhi sleeping. Since no was around to see, he took out the hidden panties and had a sniff of it. It took him back to the afternoon when he ate her pussy. He whiffed away at it; unaware Nidhi was watching him do such perverted acts. His nasal senses felt a stronger smell, as if it came fresh from the source. Slowly, he felt a wet finger touch his lips and push its way through inside. Raj woke up with a start to see his sister making him suck her finger. He pushed it away as he saw her giggles turn into laughter.

Realizing her laughter could wake up their parents, he asked her to stop. Instead, she kept going. This tuned into a harmless brother-sister tussle with him trying to stop her and she, on her part, kept pushing him away. When his palms failed to thwart her laugh, he thrust his tongue inside her parted lips. This immediately put a period on her laughter and she repaid the act by making her lips suck on his tongue.

As they parted, Nidhi again placed her finger on his lips. He let it slide inside his mouth and began to suck on it as his hands kneaded her breasts. It was then that it struck Raj that he was sucking on his sister’s finger which had the fresh taste of her pussy’s juices. Nidhi gave him a smile as it finally dawned upon him; she had been fingering herself while Raj came in and was just pretending to sleep.

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