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Squinting her eyes, Faye tilted her head to scan the titles of the books arrayed on the library shelves. “Faulkner, Feehan, ah.” She reached out and pulled out a dusty book. “Fitzgerald.”

“Jay Gatsby is a great character.”

Startled, Faye looked up.

He stood with a slight smile on his face, looking very much at ease against the backdrop of muted carpet, sprawling shelves and dark brown furniture.

“I’d have thought you more of a Jennifer Crusie or Marian Keyes type.” Tristan placed a finger lightly on the book Faye held.

Her jaw tightened.

“That’s what you think.” Turning in a huff she went to the borrowing point. She took out her library card and swiped it angrily on the card reader.

“That’s a good look,” Tristan remarked, looking at the old picture of Faye on her card. She looked at it. She was not wearing any make-up. Her hair was long and slightly ruffled. Also, she was smiling. A smile that she really felt.

“It was a long time ago,” she muttered. After checking out her book and dropping it in her satchel Faye turned to look Tristan in the eye. “What are you doing here anyway.”

He raised an eyebrow and gestured around him. “It’s the public library. I came to return books and see if I could borrow any. And I saw you, bent over, looking intently at the shelves. I thought I’d say hi.” The lock of hair on his forehead drooped slightly and he flipped it back.

Faye lifted her chin. “Well, you’ve said hi,” she said tartly.

Tristan looked at her for a long time.

“You know. You’d be so beautiful if not for the frown that is always on your face. Right..” He raised a hand and slowly brushed his thumb over Faye’s brow. “..there.”

She found herself blushing furiously. “Well, nobody asked for your o-“

“Faye!” Steph came bustling up to her side, her arms full with six romance novels. Tristan smiled at her. “Oh hi! Tristan, was it? Oh, god I have to thank you for sending me home that night. I was sooo wasted. And Faye promised me that it wouldn’t be wild!” She tittered brightly, shoving her books one by one on the borrowing station nearby. Faye pursed her lips.

“It wasn’t. You drank too much that’s all.”

Hastily swiping her card, Steph ignored her best friend and looked eagerly at Tristan.

“Come up for some coffee? Or lemonade? I make my own you know. Are you free now?”

Faye opened her mouth to protest but Tristan smiled warmly at Steph.

“I’d like that very much.”

Faye’s mouth dropped slightly and she turned to glare at her friend, who remained oblivious.

“Great! Let’s go. Faye gets moody when she doesn’t have enough caffeine.” Steph took her books and led the way to the broad doors.

“I can see that,” Tristan said, looking at Faye, who walked sulkily behind them.

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“Just take a seat, and I’ll be right back with the drinks,” Steph chirped and disappeared down the hallway, into the kitchen.

Faye sat stonily opposite Tristan, in the chair that was “hers”, after years of friendship. The chair was deep scarlet and had coloured patches here and there that she had sewn on herself, since Steph couldn’t sew a straight line.

“Well.. You have.. A lovely friend.” Tristan offered. Faye felt a twinge of jealousy. She shoved it aside and focused on a worn patch on the arm of her chair.

“Yes. She is. We were ten when we first knew each other. Steph is..” Faye slowed and looked at the adornments around the house, most of them Disney-related. “A romantic.”

Tristan followed her gaze. She looked at him as he eyed the ornaments. His face was so straight, yet strangely handsome, just like –

“Yes. I can see that.” He looked straight at her. “And you’re not?”

Faye’s eyes darkened. “No.”

Steph arrived in a cloud of noise, with the lemonade on a tray.

“Here, that’s for you, and that’s your cup, Faye.” She handed a tall translucent mauve glass with a single rose like the one from Beauty and the Beast to her best friend. Faye took it absently. “Oh, I forgot! I have some muffins leftover from last night. I’ll go warm them up.” Steph returned to the kitchen.

Tristan looked at the glass that Faye held. He took a sip from his and placed it on the table. “Where did you get that?” He reached out and took the glass from her. Shocked, Faye tried to grab it back. “Don’t touch it!” Startled, Tristan lost his grip and the glass toppled onto Faye’s light yellow shirt. The lemonade spilled over her in a brilliant flush. Faye gaped down at her shirt in shock.

“I’m Beylikdüzü Escort so sorry,” Tristan said, slightly flustered. He took out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket, large and square with tiny dachshunds on the edges, and dabbed at the liquid at hadn’t soaked into the fabric.

Bemused by the uncharacteristic panic that Tristan showed, Faye did nothing but watch him as he slid the hanky over her neckline. When his hand went lower and crested the tops of her breasts she looked at him to watch his eyes. He noticed the sudden quiet and returned the look she gave him. Realization dawned on him as he felt her chest heave slowly in and out with shallow breaths, but his hand did not move from where it was.

Faye covered Tristan’s hand with hers, and moved it lower, between the swells of her breasts. She watched as his eyes grew perceptibly darker.

“Who wants chocolate muffins?” Steph burst into the living room.

Tristan jumped and Faye drew back. Deep flushes started in both their cheeks.

Steph stood with the tray in hand, looking from one to the other.

“Faye! That’s good lemonade you spilled! Come, I’ll get you a new shirt, silly.” Grumbling, she left the muffins on the table and led Faye to her room.

Tristan turned to watch them leave.

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“So you’re sure that nothing happened?” Steph prodded.

“Yes. I told you. He spilled the drink on me, and then he tried to mop it up with his handkerchief. That’s all! He wouldn’t touch me otherwise,” Faye murmured, lifting a forkful of noodles to her mouth.

Steph thought for a moment, then speared her vegetable dumpling and stuffed it in her mouth.

“That’s strange. I could’ve sworn I felt something in the air when I walked in.”

Faye rolled her eyes.

“Anyway! You know what I always say. You should find someone soon.” Steph said, busily dipping another dumpling in sauce.

“Yes! God how can I forget when you remind me all the time!” Faye replied exasperatedly.

Sheepish, her best friend smiled at her. “Oh well. We don’t know what he does for a living yet, but Tristan is both gentlemanly and nice.” She nibbled on the skin of the dumpling and thought. “Well, I guess he is perhaps too chaste for you.”

Faye stared into her noodles and remembered the look in Tristan’s eyes as she drew his hand over her skin.

“I wouldn’t know about that,” she murmured.

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It was raining heavily. Faye looked out at the slanting sheets of rain, deep resentment growing in her. Always, it was raining heavily when she had to submit a rare manuscript to a publisher that actually hired her for her freelance work. The precious documents were stored in a clear plastic folder that she held possessively in her arms.

She looked up at the sky and decided that it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Taking a deep breath she stepped out from the shelter and made her way hurriedly across the street, keeping her eyes on the ground to make sure she didn’t slip.

A loud honk and the metallic sound of gears biting jolted her gaze from the ground. The flash of headlights in the grey rain caught her eyes and she felt herself being grabbed and hurled to the side by strong arms.

The car swerved past and on, someone’s fist shaking in the distance, and Faye turned to see her folder on the floor, burst open in a large puddle specked with falling rain.

“My manuscript!” She gasped, and without even turning to thank the person who had helped her she scrambled to get the papers up and into dry safety. Large square hands entered her view and scooped up as many sheets as they could. Faye looked at her benefactor.

“A little damp for a walk, huh?” Tristan yelled over the heavy rain.

Faye looked at him in a mixture of disbelief and surprise. They gathered the papers and hurried for shelter, where they stood arranging them and shivering in the cold.

“I live just round the corner, we could dry these and you, as well,” Tristan shouted over the roar of the increasing rain. Faye eyed her waning manuscript and had no choice but to nod.

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When Tristan elbowed the door open with a dripping limb, Faye looked curiously to see an apartment that was very masculine indeed. Brown everywhere, with shades of dark blue here and there. Shelves of books, a large TV and – to her surprise – a deeply unhappy-looking pug.

“There, be nice to our guest, Kitty,” Tristan said absently, Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan removing his footwear and squelching across the wood floors to the kitchen counter where he took out the sheets of wet paper from the folder and laid them side by side.

“Kitty? What kind of name is that for a pug like him?” Faye exclaimed, taking a tentative step toward the dog. It trotted closer to her and sniffed her.

“Her. Kitty’s a girl,” Tristan called. He frowned as he tried to separate pieces that were stuck together.

“A girl?” Faye said incredulously. Kitty sniffed harder and seemed to decide that she liked Faye. He dropped his head and licked her bare ankle. Giggling slightly, Faye moved it from her reach.

Tristan looked up with interest. “That’s strange. She seldom likes girls. Gets jealous.” He said, smiling. Faye looked at him, an answering smile on her face. When he held her gaze she dropped it and looked away hurriedly.

“Well. It’s.. quite a nice place you’ve got.” She mumbled, walking over to where he stood.

Tristan nodded. He looked down at her. “I think.. we should get you out of these clothes.”

A strange heat started in the pit of her stomach.

“Wouldn’t want you catching a cold.”

“Oh.” Feeling embarrassed Faye let Tristan lead her to a guest room. He gestured to the fresh towels on the rack in the corner. She nodded and he left the room.

Faye looked at the empty hallway where Tristan had disappeared. She sighed suddenly, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was stuck to her head and her light makeup was ruined. Her clothes were plastered to her. It would be hell getting off those jeans.

Cursing, Faye tugged painfully at the long-sleeved shirt she wore. After much aching she managed to pull it off, albeit inside out. Grumbling she dropped it on the floor and reached down to tug off her jeans. She hopped around in agony but the fabric held. Pulling with all her strength she arched her back – and fell to the floor with a loud thud, bumping over the lamp on the side table as she went.

The loud crash brought Kitty tottering into the room, her paws clicking on the floor.

Tristan followed not long after.

He saw Faye on the floor, clad in a wet cream bra and jeans. He didn’t know whether to laugh at her awkward position or cry at the broken lamp. He laughed, in the end, kneeling down and reaching for Faye. He pulled the stiff button out of the fastenings and tugged the zip down. With his strong hands he slid the tight fabric off her legs.

“There. I would’ve thought you could at least undress yourself properly,” Tristan laughed. He eased the jeans off Faye’s ankles and looked up.

Faye looked into his eyes, greyish-blue, and at the lock of hair low on his forehead. Tristan’s hand was still on her left ankle. As he caught her gaze his laughter stilled and he seemed to realize what he had just done. Almost helplessly his eyes dropped slowly from her eyes to her mouth, parted slightly on a slow intake of breath, down to where her breasts lay snugly in lace cups. Her nipples were taut against the thin fabric. He looked lower, to the light skin on her stomach and the dark colour of her panties.

She didn’t know what made her do it, even when she thought back on this day many times later. But Faye reached back for the catch on her bra and released it.

“I can,” she said in a low voice.

The lace cups fell away from her body and Tristan froze.

He caught her gaze, heated and slow, and seemed to struggle within himself. Finally his eyes cleared and he looked back at Faye. His hand on her ankle lifted and he leaned closer to her, touching her face with that hand. He said nothing but looked at her, searching her eyes with his as he leaned in and kissed her.

His mouth, warm on hers was the sweetest thing Faye had felt in a long time. He smelled like strong, heady man and his tongue was exquisite, sweeping inside her mouth. She moaned lowly and pulled him closer. When he hesitated she took his hand and lowered it down her neck to the curve of her breast. He yielded and swept his thumb over her taut nipple. She moaned loudly and he drew his head back, dipping it to her breast and taking it into his wet mouth. Faye gasped and clutched at his head. When she felt his other hand trail down her legs to the aching juncture of her thighs she thought she’d pass out with the anticipation.

His fingers were blunt and strong, cresting the curve of her femininity, over the light fabric of her underwear. Escort Beylikdüzü He traced her through the cotton and she bucked against him. She could feel her slickness already.

“Touch me,” she whispered raggedly in Tristan’s ear. His eyes flashed and he lifted his hand higher to slip inside her panties. When his fingers touched bare flesh she dropped her head back to gasp loudly.

“You’re so wet,” Tristan murmured against Faye’s neck. He licked the delicate skin there and stroked her gently with his fingers.

The light stroking was driving her mad. Faye arched against Tristan and reached down to pull her panties off.

“Touch me please,” she breathed, pulling him closer. Obeying, Tristan stroked the damp flesh between her legs, sweeping over her hard clit and dipping a finger in her folds. She groaned and held him closer. Blindly Faye took his head in her hands and pulled it toward her legs. He followed her lead and found himself looking at her pink folds, spread open for him. Her clit was swollen with desire and she was slick with need. Leaning in he licked up her clit with the broad surface of his tongue and she shuddered against him. Gathering her in his arms Tristan pulled her flesh closer to his mouth and ate at her, slowly but steadily. The maddening pleasure of his tongue slick and warm on her sensitive folds soon had Faye pulling him up by his arms. “I need..”

Wordlessly she dropped Tristan’s arms and unbuttoned his shirt in a frenzy. Startled, Tristan watched her undress him, tossing his wet shirt aside and struggling with his pants. He was straining against the front of the fabric. Flushing slightly he moved her hands away and undid them himself.

Faye looked up where Tristan stood over her. He pulled his pants and briefs off in one swift move.

Her gaze fell on the very erect evidence of his need for her.

“I’m not sure if this is a good-“

“Hush,” Faye answered, gripping the throbbing shaft in her hands and getting to her knees. She stroked his flesh repeatedly, looking up to see Tristan’s eyes go hooded with desire. She felt the raw strength of him in her palm, straining against her skin. Leaning in she took the broad head of his erection into her mouth.

Tristan groaned loudly, unable to keep it in. The warm, wet suction on his aching member was such sweet, painful pleasure. He looked down with unfocused eyes at the woman sliding his cock slickly down her throat.

God, what was he doing?

Suddenly, Faye felt herself being pulled up by strong arms. She looked at Tristan in confusion.

“Wha-what?”

Tristan took the towel from the rack and pulled it around her.

“Please. I can’t. I’m. I’m sorry.” He ran a flustered hand through his hair and left the room. Kitty, who had been in the corner licking her paws, got up and followed him.

In shock, Faye sat on the floor, the white towel draped around her.

When she realized what had just happened her eyes grew fierce and her mouth was drawn into a thin line.

She put on the clothes that Tristan had laid out for her and walked outside.

“Thank you for your hospitality. I can dry those myself.”

Angrily Faye picked up the drying papers on the countertop, where Tristan stood in a hastily-worn shirt and shorts. She swept them into the folder and stuffed them in her bag. She looked at him icily.

“I’m sorry to have imposed myself on you.”

“No, it’s not like that-” Tristan reached out for her.

“Don’t. Touch me.”

Faye clenched her teeth. She stared at him for a long time. Her eyes turned from rage to sudden sadness.

“I’m sorry to have imposed myself on you.” She repeated.

Tristan reached for her again but she turned and left the house.

Kitty pawed at the closed door.

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“The nerve of him! How could he!” In a blustering rage Faye tore around Steph’s house, cleaning everything she could lay her hands on in a huff.

“Well.. Maybe he has his reasons. I mean, not every guy you meet is as gentlemanly as he is, you know,” Steph offered, helpless on her couch.

“Gentlemanly!” Faye snorted, dusting the porcelain while Steph trembled. “Gentlemanly my ass! He was no gentleman when he – when he-” She shut her eyes tightly at the image and groaned loudly.

“I’m just saying you might not know the full story yet,” Steph ventured.

“What story could there possibly be??” Faye exploded.

Steph thought for a long while, trying to get her words right. “Well. I’m just saying that..sometimes there are deeper meanings behind the things that we hide from others.”

Faye stopped in her tracks. She looked at the tall mauve glass standing in the corner. She closed her eyes for a long time. When she opened them they were determined.

“You’re right. And I will find out just what he is hiding.”

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The heat of the foamy scented water soothes me and I begin to drift away, for just a moment, forgetting the reason I am here. The reason for the fluttering sensation of butterflies in my tummy which has been with me most of the day. A rush of adrenaline flows through my veins like electricity as I remember. I have been waiting so long for this evening, the anticipation at times driving me close to insanity. I knew I had to wait, but the reckless side of me had often wanted to just throw caution to the wind. However as I lie in the warm bath, I am glad I waited. I know you are worth it and I love living in this moment right now, knowing what is to come.

I realise that time is passing and I must get ready. I slowly lather up my body, working the soft bubbles over my smooth pale skin, allowing my hands to caress my curves. My full breasts feel heavy and soft in my hands and I pause to squeeze gently, before pinching harder at the nipples. I sigh slightly as I imagine your lips there, as I have often imagined before. The memory of your lips brushing my neck only arousing me more.

I lift my full but curvy body out of the water and sit on the side of the bath while I shave my legs, making sure I’m perfectly smooth for your strong hands to explore. As I work the soapy sponge up my inner thighs I think of your hands doing the same, and I feel that familiar heat in my pussy. I take time to carefully shave my soft lips smooth for you. Running my fingers over the smooth wet lips makes me gasp slightly and I allow my fingers to explore further. Gently pushing between my deep pink, slippery lips, sending little shocks through me. The tight walls of my pussy feel hot and wet against my fingers and I have to fight the temptation to carry on this way, teasing my pussy and clit with my fingers. I don’t want to cum, not yet anyway, I am saving that just for you. So I climb out of the bath and carefully towel myself off.

After drying off I work some lotion into my skin, making it as soft and silky as possible, loving the sweet smell. I know you love the smell of my warm skin, my natural scent mingling with the exotic lotion. Many times I have seen the fire in your eyes as you inhale me as we held one another. I add a little perfume, but not too much, I want you to smell me through it.

Sitting on my bed, feeling the cool cotton of the sheets beneath my naked skin, an image of you flashes through my mind. I see you over me, holding me down, my hands raised high over my head. You are staring down at me with an intense look, about to enter me for the first time. I open my eyes and take a deep breath; soon…

I dress myself for the evening, nothing too obvious, some tight blue jeans over a simple black satin thong and a blue, strappy top. Cut very low between my breasts, giving you a flash of my black satin bra and what lies beneath. My feet I leave bare, just adding deep red varnish to my toenails. I take time over my makeup, wanting to impress you when I answer the door. I emphasise my eyes. I know how you love them, my ‘blowjob eyes’ you call them. I enhance their deep seductive brown with plenty of black eyeliner so I know they will stand out, even as it gets dark. A little cherry red gloss on my full lips, knowing they will look so good wrapped around your cock later and I’m nearly ready. I brush through my golden, slightly red hair and let it tumble down my back naturally.

With music playing quietly and I pour myself a glass of sweet rose wine while I wait for you. The cool liquid feels good in my throat and helps to take the edge off my nerves. I can’t wait for your perfect hands, so strong but soft to touch me, to control me.

My heart jumps at the sound of the doorbell and I check the mirror one last time before answering. One look at that smile of yours and I’m lost. Whatever clever thing I had planned on saying goes flying out of my head and I just wrap my arms around your neck, pulling you close to me, my head on your shoulder, my face pressed against the side of your neck; the smell of you already turning me on. Your lips brush my ear Bolu Escort as you whisper “hey” then pull back a little to kiss me gently.

We sit close together, on the sofa, cuddling and talking about our day. Occasionally stopping to just look into each others eyes and kiss slowly, our hands lazily wandering over each others bodies. You tease, running your hand over my tummy, just below my breasts, which are aching to be touched, squeezed, but that’s as far as you go. I tease you back, my hands running over your thighs and down your stomach, never quite touching the growing lump in your trousers. We both know how much the other wants more, but there is no rush, every moment feels too good to waste.

I break the kiss for a moment and turn slightly on the sofa, facing you now. There’s a question in your eyes and I answer, placing my legs either side of you. You take my hands, lacing your fingers between mine and push me backwards, my head resting against the arm of the sofa and you raise my hands over my head and hold me there. Again, you tease, always teasing, letting your soft lips brush mine, letting me feel your breath on them but not quite kissing me. We lie there, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies pressed hard against our own. I squeeze you between my thighs and lift my head as much as I can, you still holding me down. You stare in my eyes and giggle, making me wait another moment before kissing me. The kiss this time is harder, more urgent. I suck your lower lip, loving the taste of you and you suck my upper lip back, hard, making me moan slightly. The sensation sends a thrill through me and I feel my body respond to it, my heart racing, my pussy clenching as the dampness between my thighs grows.

This time you break the kiss, “I love you” you say, not giving me time to answer before you kiss me again, running your tongue over my lips before pushing it into my mouth. The weight of you on top of me drives me crazy, I feel a little helpless and I want more, want you to control me totally. I’m yours and yours alone and I want you to take me. You release my hands and I run them over your strong shoulders and down your back, pulling you to me and I grind my hips against you. I can hear you breathing harder as I move and I know this time we wont stop, wont hold anything back.

I kiss along your jaw and drag my lips over your skin, down the side of your neck before softly kissing my way back up, loving hearing you sigh as I softly kiss your ear and whisper ” I want you so much right now.” You reply “I know baby” and run your lips over my neck, dipping your head lower to tease the soft freckled skin on the top of my full breasts. I hold your head to me, wanting you to go further. Your hand squeezes my right breast softly before easing the edge of my top and bra aside and letting your tongue finally taste my hard pink nipple as it swells even more under your loving attention. I feel a shiver run through me as you suck on me, your tongue making me moan and close my eyes, but I don’t want to miss this moment, I look down at you, looking back up to me with those gorgeous eyes as you lick my nipple slowly. Watching the effect you’re having on me, how you’re turning me on.

I’m so wet for you now, my swollen little clit tingling and throbbing, desperate for your touch. I feel your hard cock grinding against me through our clothes and I need to feel you inside me. You sit up, and just watch the lustful, longing look on my face as I lie in front of you, one breast still exposed, my legs spread either side of you. You stand and take my hands, helping me up to stand in front of you. You wrap your arms tightly around me and run your hands down my back, resting them on my full ass, hooking your thumbs through the belt loops on my jeans, pulling me hard against you as you kiss me one more time. We both know what’s about to happen as I lead you into my bedroom and pull you down on top of me on my bed.

Laid on my bed, under you, my pussy dripping I close my eyes. For just a moment I take it in, how you feel, how you smell. Right Bolu Escort Bayan here and now I’m all yours, always will be. You can do whatever you want to me right now. I want you to own me completely.

You undo my jeans and ease them down my soft thighs slowly before firmly rubbing my aching pussy through my satin thong. You can feel the material is soaked through, I’m so wet for you. Sliding your fingers under the waistband you work it down my thighs then along with my jeans remove it completely, revealing my smooth wet pussy lips. I work the straps of my top and bra over my shoulders, finally releasing my breasts completely. You spread my legs wide and I feel exposed and vulnerable as you look at me, near naked beneath you.

I watch you kneeling between my thighs as you pull your t-shirt off. I raise my legs a little feeling your skin against my bare thighs at last, you feel so good. You work your way down the bed and I gasp at the feel of your hot breath against my wet lips. You love to tease me, as you always do, just running your lips over my smooth skin, nibbling gently, making me want it all the more; “oh fuck!” I feel your hot wet tongue against me at last. I’ve wanted this so long. A wave of pleasure hits me and I need to take a second to catch my breath. You don’t let up though, you work a finger deep into my pussy while your tongue keeps running up and down my slit, then you start working it over my clit, relentlessly, making me pant and moan. I’m breathing harder as you work your tongue slowly over my swollen clit in circles. Every stroke of your tongue pushes me closer and closer. My hands are running over my breasts, pinching my nipples hard as I writhe and squirm on your face. One hand goes to the back of your head and holds you there as you push your fingers hard into me. You take my hand and I squeeze back, completely lost in you. I’m whispering your name and moaning “oh fuck” over and over as you finger fuck my tight wet pussy, I’m so, so close now, you suck on my clit, gently biting and I can’t take it anymore. My wet pussy squeezes your fingers hard as I cum on your face. You crawl back up my body and kiss me hard, I love tasting myself on your lips and tongue, my head still spinning.

I lie on the bed, thighs still spread as I watch you stand next to the bed and undress. You have that look in your eyes again, I know it so well. I know what you are thinking, I know you want me. You seem a little nervous but that slightly amused sparkle is there as you watch me stroking myself, still so turned on for you. You know exactly what you’re doing to me and you love every minute of it. There’s a glint in you eyes though, something mischievous and for a moment I am nervous, I’m unsure what you’re planning.

However you just lay down beside me, running your hand down the side of my face and your lips softly work over mine. I let my tongue slowly slide over your lips before slipping it into your mouth, letting my hands wander all over you at last .

You moan softly into my mouth as my warm fingers finally curl around your rock hard cock. I take my time, wanting to tease you like you did me, wanting to get to know every inch of you. Gently sucking and biting your bottom lip I pull away a little, looking you straight in the eye. You know what I’m going to do, what I want. I need to taste you, have done for so long. I take my time working my way down your body, letting my lips drag over your skin, loving the smell of your skin and the feel of your hand stroking my back. My hand never stops stroking you, firmly, oh so slowly, all the way down, softly stroking your balls before working back up, running my thumb over the head; over and over.

I let my lips wander over your stomach before looking up at you, meeting your eye as I, still holding your cock in my hand, run my tongue around the head softly, then again slightly harder. I lick you from the tip to the base and back a few times, each time letting my tongue swirl around the top, looking you in the eye, tormenting you, loving your taste and the way you are looking Escort Bolu at me. Your eyes are burning into me, I love how you look right now and I’ll never forget it.

Your eyes close now though as I wrap my lips tightly around you, sucking ever so gently, just an inch or two, then back up again, pausing; and again, this time sucking you harder, taking more of you into my hot mouth with every stroke. I stop to lick you again, letting my tongue explore every inch, then suck you down again till I feel your thick hard cock against the back of my throat. Getting into a rhythm, getting faster I work you in and out of my mouth, sucking you hard, letting my tongue work over you, my hand following my lips up and down you. I love hearing your moans, the effect I’m having on you turning me on even more. I need more.

Lifting my lips from your throbbing cock, I stare in your eyes and simply whisper “fuck me babe; now.” Your reaction thrills me as you grab my wrists and pin me to the bed, your full weight on top me as you push your tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard, forcefully. I can feel you between my legs, nudging against my tight wet lips, I need you inside me, now. I want you to take me but you just look at me; “fuck me, please, just fuck me” I’m all but begging you. Instead you shake your head slightly and reach for something over my head.

I feel the cold metal before I realise what’s happening. You’ve found the cuffs hooked around my headboard and my hands are locked over my head. The feeling of being restrained like this, totally helpless to you drives me mad, drawing more moisture from my aching pussy. I’m dying for you to take me, but you’re making me wait, still, and there is nothing I can do about it. I moan out of frustration as I feel your throbbing hard cock sliding over my slippery wet clit as you bite and kiss my neck, then down my chest before running your tongue over my nipples; cries escaping my lips as I feel your teeth graze each one.

You sit up, looking down at me squirming underneath you, all yours. Spreading my legs wide, you rest your hands against the backs of my thighs, supporting yourself, holding me down completely, I can’t move now. Staring down at me and without warning you finally take me, filling me with the full length of your thick cock, stretching me. I cry out and bite my lip, moaning as your balls grind against me. You feel so good, we’ve wanted this so long.

After a moment you slowly pull back, almost all the way before ramming into me hard again, over and over, slowly, deliberately, driving me closer and closer to another shattering climax. Faster now, my legs over your shoulders, you fuck me, like I’ve always wanted you to, since we met up. I’m so close again, shaking slightly, my mouth dry, whispering “oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me, harder.” My muscles tight with need and anticipation, it hits me, wave after wave rolling over me, you keep fucking me, my swollen pussy gripping you, wanting more, just more.

As I catch my breath, you screw me slower, letting my legs relax and fall to the bed, you lay on top of me. Closer now, you kiss me, as I calm and relax a little. I wrap my legs around your body, loving the closeness, loving you. You’re moving fast now, more urgently, my hips meeting every thrust. I know you’re going to cum soon, and the warm tingling I have tells me I’m going to again, too. I nip and suck at your neck, your shoulders as you move faster on me, needing to taste you as I cum again, every nerve ending on fire.

Your breathing is ragged and your moans in my ear tell you’re about to lose it: “cum in my mouth babe” I say into your ear. You pause, just a second, to look at me; to make sure before pulling out of me and grabbing me by my hair, shoving nearly your whole cock into my waiting mouth as I lie beneath you. I love the taste of my pussy on you as I suck hungrily , nearly as much as I love the taste of your cum as it hit’s the back of my throat and fills my mouth. I work my lips gently over you wanting to swallow every drop. You gently slide from my mouth and lie back on top of me, your head against my shoulder, out of breath.

After a moment or two you release my hands, carefully rubbing the red marks left by the cuffs and kissing them softly. I curl up in your arms, head against your chest and close my eyes. I love you.

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Editor’s Note: “Who Dat Girl?” is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In part 1, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds.

*

Erin and Danielle climbed into the back of the Suburban, and David and Tia took the middle seats as the cabbie loaded their bags.

“Where to?” he asked taking his seat behind the wheel and flicking the meter.

“Renaissance Hotel on Common Street, right off Canal,” David responded.

The Iranian cab driver took off like a bat out of hell, and all four passengers grabbed on to something to keep from getting tossed around.

“So,” Tia began, “this is your first time in the Big Easy, huh? You’re in for an eye-opening experience. Where are you from?”

“We go to school at the University of Texas in Austin,” Danielle said. “I’m a sophomore and Erin is a senior. She’s studying art, and I’m pre-med.”

“We’re roommates,” Erin added.

“It sounds like you’ve been to New Orleans a lot,” Danielle said.

“We have this year,” David replied. “I’ve been working on a project in Baton Rouge, which is only about an hour from here. I travel so much in my work, that we get to use frequent flyer miles and hotel points to vacation on a regular basis, and Tia fell in love with N’Orleans.”

“So, what should we do and see?” Erin asked. “We’re a little wary about not knowing our way around.”

“If you’d like, we’d be glad to show you around,” Tia offered, perhaps a little too quickly. “I mean, we don’t want to cramp your style or anything, but if you’d like, we could hit a few of our favorite spots, buy Danielle her first “official” drink, and when you’re ready to go off and do your own thing, you can have at it.”

“Are you sure? Erin asked. “We don’t want to impose any more than we have already, but it would be great to have someone show us around, and we’d love to spend some time with you guys. What do you think Danielle?”

“That’d be awesome!” she said.

“Great, then, it’s settled,” David said. “Why don’t we get checked into the hotel, get freshened up a bit and then meet in the lobby about 6 p.m. How does that sound?”

“Better make it 6:30, honey. There’s something I need to do before we go out,” Tia said.

“Uh, OK,” David replied, not sure exactly what his wife could possibly need to do, but the way she said it made it clear he shouldn’t question it right then.

“6:30 OK?” he asked.

Erin and Danielle both nodded as the cab driver pulled up and the bellhop began unloading the bags.

David got checked in, and turned to the girls who were still talking to the desk clerk.

“We’re in room 1907. Call us if there are any problems; otherwise, we’ll see you in the lobby at 6:30. OK?”

“Great, see you in a bit,” Danielle replied as Erin continued to talk with the clerk.

“My God!” Tia said as the elevator doors closed, “They are gorgeous. I would totally do them both,” she said, shocking David a little.

“I take it you liked them, then?”

“Are you kidding? What’s not to like? Killer bodies, funny, intelligent.”

“You got all that from a 20-minute cab ride, did you?” he teased.

“Fuck you,” she said playfully. “I’m the psychiatrist, mister, and it’s my job to evaluate people quickly and accurately.”

“And it’s your professional opinion, after careful analysis, that given the opportunity, you’d do them both, huh?”

“Yes,” she said in mock seriousness. “That is my professional conclusion, and don’t question me. Remember, I’m a doctor.”

David cracked up laughing just as the door opened on the top floor, and a stodgy old couple looked disapprovingly at them as the exited the elevator.

That made David and Tia laugh even harder as they hunted for their room.

Their suite (thanks to hotel points) had two large rooms, a main living room with a couch, chairs, TV, bar, bathroom and sliding glass door that opened onto a balcony, and the bedroom and master bath that included both a glass-enclosed shower and whirlpool tub. It also had a sliding glass door leading out onto the balcony. The whole suite was about the size of four normal hotel rooms.

“This will do,” deadpanned Tia, as she collapsed on the bed and broke into laughter at her understatement.

David was putting their clothes away, when he asked, “Besides freshening up, what did you need to do?”

“Come here,” Erin said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He walked over to her.

“Yes?” he said.

“I wanted to properly thank you for the hand you gave me on the plane.”

As she said it, she reached for the buckle on his belt and undid it. Next, she popped the button on his pants and slid the zipper down. She could see him hardening, and she rubbed his shaft through his boxer briefs.

“We don’t have much time,” she said, pushing his pants and underwear down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.

His lengthening cock was rising up in front of her face, and she pulled him to her and engulfed the head Mersin Escort in her mouth.

He rewarded her with a groan of appreciation, and she cupped his balls with her right hand as her left stroked the shaft.

She felt him continue to grow in her mouth, and she released the head momentarily so that she could lick the underside, paying particular attention to the sensitive area just below the head.

Taking him again in her mouth, she liberally coated his cock with her saliva, which allowed her hand to slide smoothly up and down his rod as her tongue circled the head and teased the opening.

He grasped her head in his hands and began gently thrusting into her face, fucking her firmly but not too deeply. He was already primed from the activity on the plane.

He pulled almost all the way out of her mouth and pushed back in. He repeated that process, going a little deeper each time until the head of his prick was bumping up against her throat.

Tia let him use her mouth, knowing he liked to be in control. As his cock slid in, she would lavish it with her tongue, making sure to keep her teeth away from his sensitive flesh.

She tugged and gently squeezed his balls, then released them and allowed her finger to tease and lightly probe his anus.

That was all it took, and David unleashed his load into her waiting mouth. She swallowed quickly before the next blast came, allowing only a little of it to slip out. She continued to suck on him, drawing out the last drops as his orgasm abated.

She loved how his cock softened in her mouth, well aware that if she continued sucking, he would quickly recover and be ready to go again, but they had to meet Erin and Danielle in a few minutes, and she still needed to freshen up.

She stood and kissed him on the lips, her tongue gently insinuating itself into his mouth.

“That’s just a taste of what’s to come this weekend,” she told him. As he licked his lips, he realized that she meant that both figuratively and literally.

***

Danielle looked up from between Erin’s thighs, her face glistening with her lover’s juices.

“You’re fantasizing that it’s her licking your pussy right now, aren’t you?” she teased.

Erin groaned, both at being so easy to read, but also that Danielle had stopped what she was doing. “Shut up and tongue-fuck me, you little tease! We have to be downstairs in a minute to meet David and Tia, and I need to cum before we go.”

Danielle, the more submissive of the couple, obeyed, and buried her tongue deep in Erin’s gash. Her fingers caressed the sensitive area between her anus and her vulva as she plunged her tongue in and out. She pressed firmly against Erin’s anus with her thumb, not quite penetrating her, but building the anticipation that she might at any second.

Erin’s nipples were rock hard and protruding through her tank top. She was squeezing both of them with her hands, pushing them together and tweaking her nipples.

Danielle’s tongue traced a path back to her clit, running along the outside of her labia. Placing her lips over the woman’s engorged organ, she sucked hard eliciting a new moan from Erin.

“That’s it, baby! Suck my clit. God you eat pussy so good. Come on, Baby! Do it! Make me cum, please!”

Erin released her breasts and grabbed hold of the bed covers to her side, using them to thrust herself against Danielle’s mouth.

Danielle flicked her tongue lightly around her clit and slipped two fingers into Erin’s gaping hole. She finger-fucked her, teasing her G Spot with each thrust. With knees bent and feet planted on the end of the bed, Erin was able to thrust in time to Danielle’s fingers and tongue and within seconds, she was cuming, her hips bouncing off the bed as she bucked against Danielle, her pussy contracting and pumping out even more juice, which Danielle lapped up.

As her orgasm subsided, Erin’s clit buzzed like electric current was flowing through, and she gently pushed Danielle away because she was just too sensitive to touch.

Danielle smiled up at her from between her legs. “Did that help?” she asked, knowing full well that it did. Erin could get really cranky when she was horny, and Danielle wanted to make sure that she wasn’t cranky on their first night in the French Quarter.

She slid up beside Erin and the taller woman kissed her deeply. Their tongues intertwined and their lips alternated between light delicate caresses and more forceful probing. They kissed for a long time until Danielle pulled away, gasping a little for breath.

“You know I love, you, right?” Erin asked her, her gray eyes staring into Danielle’s startling blue ones.

“Yes,” Danielle smiled, genuinely pleased. “And you know I love you, right?”

“Yes,” Erin replied with assurance.

It was important to Danielle that Erin was convinced of her love. Erin’s life had not been easy. She had suffered abuse, both emotional and sexual, at the hands of some very bad men. She had sworn off men completely, not trusting them Mersin Escort Bayan to any great degree, but Danielle was helping to heal those wounds and bringing her to realize that perhaps, all men were not sadistic animals.

“We have GOT to go,” Danielle suddenly said. We’re supposed to meet David and Tia in 10 minutes, and I’ve got cum all over my face.”

“I have a feeling that would only excite our new friends,” Erin laughed.

“I think you’re right, but still … I’m going to go get cleaned up. You’d better freshen up too.”

The two quickly headed for the bathroom, jockeying back and forth for position to use the mirror and the sink. 10 minutes later, they stood side by side to appraise their efforts.

“Better than mere mortals deserve,” Erin said matter of factly.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Danielle said. “Let’s go get to know our new friends and see what the night has in store for us.”

“Who knows,” Erin said, “You might even lose your virginity tonight.”

The look in Danielle’s eyes told her that she was thinking the same thing.

***

The two girls stepped off the elevator to find David and Tia seated in the lobby talking quietly as they waited.

“Sorry we’re late.” Danielle said, “There was something I realized I had to do too.”

The way she said it made it pretty clear that she knew what Tia had had to do, and that it was very similar to what she had done.

There was a moment of silence, as everyone realized that a line in the sand had been crossed.

“Well,” Erin said to David, “now that we’ve been “done,” are you ready to head out for some more fun?”

There was a brief pause, and then everyone broke into laughter.

“So, where are we off to,” Erin asked.

“We thought we’d start at Tropical Isle,” Tia replied. “We’ve both been craving a Hand Grenade, and we want to see if one of our favorite bands is playing tonight.”

“What’s in a Hand Grenade?” Danielle asked.

“The recipe’s secret,” David said, “but we know it has melon liqueur in it and a bunch of other alcohol. One will make you feel pretty good, and two can knock you on your butt.”

“I’ll have three, then!” Erin said, laughing.

“I think I’m going to like this girl,” Tia said, linking her arm in Erin’s and pulling her toward the door. “Come on, let’s hit the Quarter.”

David and Danielle watched them head toward the door.

David offered her his arm. “Shall we join them?”

“I think we’d better,” she said. “No telling how much trouble they’ll get into if we aren’t there,” she said with a wink.

They walked a block to Canal Street and crossed over to Bourbon Street where what appeared to be 20 members of a high school marching band were belting out jazz. A group of people had stopped to enjoy the performance.

The two couples pushed on through, Tia definitely on a mission to throw herself on a Hand Grenade.

Erin and Danielle’s eyes were wide open and their mouths gaped at the sights and sounds. One of the first businesses they passed was a strip club/sex shop with dildos, garter belts and leather in full display, not to mention the scantily clad woman in the doorway trying to lure people into the club with her siren call.

“Man, and I thought Austin was over the top,” Danielle said.

“Yeah, we’re definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” Erin responded.

They continued down the street, which was crowded with many of the people decked out in purple and gold, the color of Louisiana State University. The No. 1-ranked Tigers were taking on the No. 2-ranked Crimson Tide of Alabama on Saturday, and it promised to be a crazy weekend in the Quarter.

Erin and Danielle’s eyes swept back and forth, trying desperately to take in all that they could see and hear.

Danielle’s head swiveled as a fat guy wearing cowboy boots, short shorts, garters and a bra (without shirt) passed by, and she almost missed the guy painted entirely silver, including his long beard, who was reclining motionless against a box with a long penis-shaped balloon extending from his crotch.

Erin couldn’t keep from laughing at the site. “Oh My God! This place is off the charts!”

David and Tia had seen it all before, so they were actually having more fun watching Danielle and Erin’s reactions.

Neon and loud music emanated from the bars they passed. Classic rock flowed seamlessly into jazz, which morphed into hip-hop.

Danielle and Erin were experiencing sensory overload.

“Ooh, what’s that smell?” Danielle asked, her nose wrinkling up as they passed by an alley.

“That’s N’Orleans, honey. This city has definitely been “lived” in,” Tia said. “Don’t worry. A drink will help.”

“Does it mask the smell?” Danielle asked, somewhat naively.

“No, it just makes you not care anymore,” Tia said with a laugh.

“Then I need a drink ASAP,” Erin joined in, “because that smelled awful.”

They all laughed.

“We’re almost there,” David said.

A block further down Bourbon Street, Escort Mersin they finally arrived at the corner establishment adorned with signs reading “Home of the world-famous Hand Grenade – the strongest drink in the French Quarter.”

The walls were painted green, and there had been some attempt at a tropical theme, but basically, it was just a bar.

In the center, an elevated stage, empty at the moment, rose up behind the bartenders and a surprisingly sophisticated lighting system cast pinpricks of dancing light over the patrons, who couldn’t care less.

The four captured stools at the bar, and David ordered four Hand Grenades from the male bartender with the cockeyed ball cap and sparse beard.

“I’m going to need to see some ID,” he said, and David began to reach for his wallet.

“Not you, man,” he said with a smile, “just the ladies.”

Chagrinned, David replied, “Dude! That is so going to cost you when it comes to the tip.”

The girls all started laughing at David’s expense, but he didn’t really mind.

Danielle proudly handed over her ID, and Facial Hair stared at it a little longer than normal, and David could tell he was trying to do the math in his head.

“Hey, today’s your birthday!” he said.

“Yep,” she replied, “and this is going to be my first “legal” drink since I turned 21.”

“You picked the right place and the right drink to start,” he said, “and since it’s your birthday, all of your drinks are on me tonight.”

“You might come to regret that offer,” Erin said, drawing an elbow from Danielle.

“Oh, do we have a party girl here?” he asked.

“Definitely,” Erin replied.

“Well, then, how ’bout we say the first four are on me. If you can drink more than four Hand Grenades without falling flat on your face, you’ll be a better ‘man’ than every guy in here.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard,” Erin said a little too caustically. Danielle shot her a look, and Erin grinned sheepishly, “present company excluded, of course.”

Erin saw Tia watching her, a touch of concern in her eyes, but she quickly masked it and put her arm around both women. “Tonight, it’s all about having fun. No worries, no cares. Just let loose.”

“Good plan,” Danielle said, giving Erin and understanding nod.

Facial Hair returned with four Hand Grenades in their signature custom plastic green container. The bottom was shaped like a hand grenade (what else?) that extended up into a long thin neck, making the whole thing about 18-inches tall. On top of the thin crunchy ice floated a tiny plastic hand grenade that was totally useless and could be found littering the streets of the French Quarter. A long straw protruded from the top of the drink.

David and Tia took a long pull from their drinks, as the girls sampled theirs for the first time.

“Oooooh,” Danielle said, “I like it … A LOT!”

“Holy crap,” Erin added. “What’s in these things?”

“Sorry, Ladies. That’s a secret,” Facial Hair said. “I guarantee you, though, that before the night is over, you won’t even care.”

“If this thing is half as potent as it seems,” Erin said, “they should change the name to the ‘Leg Spreader.’ “

“I don’t know,” David replied. “That might keep guys from ordering them,” and they all laughed, agreeing that he was probably right.

Tia raised her glass. “Happy birthday, Danielle. We’re really glad that we are getting to spend it with you tonight.”

They all joined her toast and Danielle smiled in appreciation.

The four were halfway through their first drink when the band took the stage.

“Whoooohooooo,” Tia yelled when she saw it was the band she’d hoped for. She didn’t even know their names, but they seemed to play regularly at Tropical Isle, and they always played her requests. Plus, she liked the way the lead singer and drummer flirted with her.

They mostly played classic soft rock and beach music, but they’d throw in a little country and even an occasional popular tune. Tia noted that they had a pretty young woman singing with them tonight.

As the band worked through their first set, the four young people got to know each other better, laughing and kidding as if they had been friends forever.

Tia inserted a song request and a $5 bill into the canister and slipped it into the pneumatic tube. Tropical Isle had an ingenious way to pass song requests to the band on the elevated stage. The pneumatic tube, like you would see in at a bank, shot the request up the tube that traveled overhead and deposited next to the lead guitarist.

Tia watched him pull the money out along with the request, and saw the grin spread across his face when he read the song she wanted to hear.

He turned to his band mates and whispered, and they grinned too.

The lead singer turned to the mic and said, “Well, we may be taking our lives into our own hands by doing this next request, but it did come with a $5 bill attached to, so we’re going to risk it. I just want to say, though, before we sing this song, GEAUX TIGERS!!”

As the loyal LSU fans cheered in agreement, the guitarist strummed the first extremely distinctive chords of “Sweet Home Alabama,” and the cheers quickly turned to boos, but they were good-natured.

When Erin heard the chords, she let out a Rebel yell. “Turn it up!”

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It was a bright sunny April day, humid and even warmer than normal, and I was walking across a parking lot to get to the library across campus when out of nowhere the skies opened up and rain began pouring down. Big drops plopping down as a small gray cloud was overhead nowhere near the sun and I was on the verge of getting soaked.

As luck would have it I spied my buddy’s car that I has spent so many hours helping him repair, a behemoth ’88 Buick station wagon parked just yards away. It truly was good fortune because I knew the locks on the rear doors didn’t work so I ran to refuge from the cloudburst.

Just as I slid onto the bench seat I was instantly pushed farther over to the middle on the seat and heard the door close. It took a second or two for me to activate and look to my right and see a woman next to me. When I saw the woman I understood how I had been moved so easily.

I didn’t exactly know Janice though we had met once or twice because we have some mutual friends. She’s a senior, a pleasant looking brunette and a big girl, like 5-11 tall and 235 pounds. I seem to remember her being a rugby player because I thought she must be pretty damn good at it at her size.

As the rain pounded on the roof of the Buick I was getting my wits about me when Janice spoke, “I apologize for being inconsiderate but this rain caught me out and I was desperate for shelter and there you were, Marcus, right?”

I believe I replied, “Yes that’s me. No harm no foul, we’ll call it my good deed for the day.”

“Just lucky your car was here.” she said

“It’s actually a friend’s car but I don’t think he’ll object to providing some necessary coverage from the rain.” I replied

OK, I thought, this shower shouldn’t last long. It was then I took a look at Janice and realized she might have been late being saved. Because what I couldn’t help noticing is that Janice has, to be polite, big honking jugs and she was wearing a white Old Style beer t-shirt without the benefit of a bra. So sitting next to me was the winner of just about any championship round of a wet T-shirt contest. That shirt was clinging to her awesome breasts like a wet white second skin and her wide brown nipples were highlighting how tremendously long and fat they are.

I turned my gaze upward slightly to Janice’s face and she was smiling, appreciating my stare I hoped. Because at this point I should interject that I’m a sophomore and while I consider myself dashingly handsome most others think I’m just so cute and all of 5-6 tall and weigh 145 pounds.

Before I could think of something witty to say to Janice she put her left arm around my shoulder and leaned her head down towards mine. I was scared for an instant then as her lips came close to mine I realized I should relax and go for it. So I eased my face towards Janice’s allowing us to kiss while turning my body slightly and moving my left hand towards her chest to take whichever of her fat jugs I got to in my hand.

As we kissed and I had my hand on the biggest tit I had ever held Janice moaned her approval and opened her mouth to go for the tongue. I was quick to follow and we were on as the rain pelted the roof of the wagon. After a minute or so I felt Janice slide down against the seat back, her arm around my shoulder pushed me forward as she went down. I didn’t fall off the seat but our lips stayed connected and my hand inadvertently shifted from one fat tit to the other. That being no problem for either of us.

The back of Janice’s Beylikdüzü Escort shirt being as wet as the front allowed her to easily keep sliding until she was on her back and with our lips still locked in a deep French kiss I ended up lying on top of her. I don’t think I lost contact with her tits for more than a second either. But when we stopped moving Janice laughed and as we both sort of came up for air she said, “Are you comfortable there Marcus?”

I kissed her nose playfully and replied, “Yeah I’m situated pretty good here Janice.”

She then ground her fat jugs against my chest and reached around with her left hand and grabbed as much of my ass as it would grab and said, “Yes you are Marcus, I do like you right where you are.”

At about that time I noticed that the rain had stopped but didn’t bother to mention it. I have to say even though I’ve never been into really big girls, and Janice is more than twice as big as the pint sized girls I usually date, I was good to continue right where I was.

And apparently Janice was of a similar mind because as she still had her hand on my ass, and maybe because I had both hands on her fat jugs, she said, “Well Marcus I would like to get more than I’m getting now, are you up for that?”

Damn right I was, “Well my dorm is way across campus but we can hurry.”

She then kissed me on the nose and said, “My apartment is only about a block and half from here so that’s quicker.”

“Of course quicker would be better, your apartment it is.” I responded then we shifted awkwardly so we were both sitting up again.

I actually thought of the walk over to Janice’s apartment and remembered there were some towels in the back of the wagon. So I reached back to get one and draped it over Janice’s shoulders and in front to cover her still wet shirt and obviously bountiful boobs. “Damn you are one thoughtfully sweet AND sexy morsel Marcus, it has been my lucky day finding you.”

“I think luck is going my way too Janice.” I replied. In our exchange I had ended up next to the door which I opened and held for Janice and we were off on a mad dash to her apartment.

We got straight to the bedroom, a king bed, not the twin bed I’ve grown so accustomed to in the dorm. We were both out of our clothes in a flash and damn I saw I was going to have my hands full. Janice and our 90 pound weight differential appeared even bigger than I thought and I had to hope I could handle that much woman.

Janice must have had confidence in me easing my stunned self onto the bed on my back and crawling up between my legs. Our difference in size was reinforced when Janice, on her knees, draped my legs over her shoulders and went down on me.

Oh boy Janice knows her stuff, I was rock hard and it didn’t take her long to take every bit of my seven inches deep in her mouth. It was a unique sight watching her head bob up and down and she sucked me off, my feet dangling behind her head over her back. Janice seemed to be enjoying herself as well, tickling my balls at times and rubbing my thighs.

I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out because this was sweet but Janice had a big move. She let my dick slip from her mouth, reached her arms around my thighs and said, “Lock arms with me Marcus.”

So I reached forward to grab her forearms as she did mine then Janice took my cock back into her mouth and pulled me by the arms. With my legs still on her shoulders and all seven inches of my dick in her mouth I was Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan lifted completely off the bed. It was the most incredible feeling I have ever experienced, adrenaline shot through every inch of my body and I came with a river of cum that Janice swallowed like a thirsty champ.

Janice released my cock then kissed, licked and sucked my balls for a minute or so, could have been an hour my head was spinning, before setting me back down on the bed. She was smiling and all I could manage to say was, “That was so awesome, you are so awesome.”

She laughed and said, “Why thank you, it was something I just thought up but I liked it too. Now that we’ve gotten started are you game to keep going.”

I excitedly replied, “You know it Janice.”

With that Janice peeled my legs off of her shoulders and crawled up between my legs until her hands were past my head and her tits were hanging down right over my face. I have to admit I was dumbfounded, excited, intimidated and almost hyperventilating but with greatness staring me in the face I managed to reach up and guide one fat tit to my wide open mouth. I got as much of Janice’s right tit in my mouth as I could fit and suckled like a newborn puppy as I cradled the left against my cheek.

Oh God it was the most incredible thing to have so much tit flesh to play with. I paid homage to the right tit for quite a while then shifted to the left and caressed the right next to my face. As I sucked on the left I was trying to think of how else I could enjoy this magnificent pair of jugs I was so fortunate to have hanging in my face. I held them together and licked up the cleavage that went on forever then went back and forth quickly sucking one wide brown nipple then the other as I squeezed the fat flesh together. It was incredible.

I was in a daze when Janice asked, “Ever enjoyed a good tit slap Marcus?”

“No I have not.” I replied breathlessly, her question barely registering with me.

So Janice rose up slightly and shifted to her right then swung her pendulous breasts to the left. They smacked against the left side of my face turning my head slightly then before I could think she reversed and they hit my right cheek. Back and forth Janice must have slapped my face twenty five times with her massive fun bags and each one was exhilarating.

When Janice stopped she looked down at me, “I hope I didn’t go too far Marcus, your face is red.

My cheeks were hot but my dick was hard so what’s to complain about. “It stings a little but your tits came through just fine, they still look fabulous.”

“Why thank you, I’m glad you had fun, I love that too.” Then shaking her tits over my face she added, “These babies are all kinds of fun.”

“Damn straight” I said.

That’s when Janice eased up and slid back sitting down on my stomach. If I needed to be reminded how completely dwarfed I was by Janice this was the latest reminder. Then she said, “OK Marcus you’ve been enjoying yourself but now it’s time to show me some love. I hope you’re ready and able to make a girl happy.”

I had already given Janice’s neatly trimmed bush a good look but already feeling her weight on top of me I was quite nervous about the next step. But that notwithstanding I wanted to go down on her so I said, “I’m not going anywhere Janice so let me at it.”

With that Janice eased forward until her knees were next to my ears and her pussy met my chin and she sat down lightly, if that Escort Beylikdüzü was possible, on my chest and I got going at her snatch. I quickly darted my tongue into her slit and licked my way to her clit.

I think it was fortunate that Janice leaned forward to meet my tongue rather than sit back on my chest because when she came she kind of bounced above me. Had she been sitting on my chest I might have been in trouble.

But there was no trouble from where I was I got to licking and probing with my tongue. When I kissed the insides of Janice’s meaty thighs she pinched my head between them and it was like an eclipse of the sun as I was plunged into darkness. So I stuck to the sweet slit and it was the place to get busy.

I was able to get my arms around Janice’s hips and squeeze her big butt with both hands as I continued to lap away at her pussy. Like I said I’ve never been with a girl anywhere near as big as Janice but damn it was something special to grab that much ass. And it must have been to Janice’s liking because she came for a second? Time I think.

At least that’s when Janice slid back sitting on my chest. Even though my face was really sweating and I was short of breath I could have continued munching her muff but she had other ideas. Janice climbed off of me and the bed got to the nightstand and took a condom out of the drawer. Her big soft body bouncing she returned to the bed, with me still on my back catching my breath, she took my already stiff cock in her hand and jacked me off for a few seconds before rolling the condom on me.

She then plopped down on the bed at my feet, her legs spread on either side of me and said, “OK big boy it’s time to stick to the big girl. You have got me so hot Marcus I need you to give it to me hard and deep. Come on stud muffin fuck my brains out.”

It took a half a second for me to scramble up and be on my knees between Janice’s thick legs and have my dick aimed at her pussy that I had so enjoyed getting hot and wet. I eased the head between her puffy lips and having heard her desires loud and clear pushed in and got right to banging Janice’s snatch for all I was worth.

As I got going Janice raised her knees up so I was held in place then she rolled her hips from side to side. I put my arms around her thighs to not fall out of the saddle so to speak as she was basically taking me along for the ride as I continued to fuck her. It was wild to be tossed around but everything that happened today was part of a wild ride.

I had never fucked a woman this hard, I felt like a human jackhammer pounding my dick into Janice’s pussy. My body slamming into her, my balls slapping against her ass, all the sensations hitting me at the same time was mind blowing. One thought that did cross my mind was that I was proud of myself for being able to keep up with as much woman as Janice and she seemed to be getting off on it all as much as I was.

Finally I couldn’t old back any longer so I pushed all seven inches into Janice and paused. She must have sensed that I was ready to cum and she swung her legs around my body and squeezed me in a scissors. That was the final push I needed and I came like a cannon. After I was done Janice kept me locked between her thick legs for a while. The when she released me I just fell forward on top of her.

I rested my head on her breasts as she hugged me with one arm and squeezed my ass with her other hand saying, “Damn Marcus you get the job done. I got to thank you, I haven’t got fucked like that in I don’t know how long.”

My face buried in Janice’s huge tits my muffled reply was “You’re the best Janice I love every bit of you.”

Janice rubbed my back lovingly and gave my ass a squeeze saying, “I want to hang onto you Marcus, you could be a habit I don’t want to break.”

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Being single for a long period of time is exceptionally difficult, especially when desires and lust fill your dreams every night. You fight every single day to not give in to these urges, to control yourself until the timing is right, but finally giving in to your lust, you decide that tonight is the night you live your fantasy. Dressing in your sexiest skirt, the one with the silk liner that does little to hide anything, and low cut shirt, red, of course, topped with strapless bra with that sexy lace that gets you so hot to wear, even when no one sees it.

Stepping outside in the chill night air, a shiver travels down your spine, hesitation hits, and you question, only for a moment, what you are doing, but as the a slight breeze wisps up your skirt and passes by your quivering, moist, and very exposed pussy, your blood rushes from your brain, bringing reason with it, and you head off in search of lust.

As you walk along the sidewalk a sudden loud sound startles you out of your lustful stupor, and you realize that a fire truck is leaving the fire hall. A realization strikes you and you rush towards the hall knowing exactly what you are going to have, finally. You stroll inside as the door closes, not wanting everyone to know you are here. You sneak around until you find a tall fireman sitting on a bench, his head in his hands. He is wearing a standard uniform, though it does little to cover his body features. He appears to be about 6 feet tall, fairly well built and very defined, you know it is him you want and stroll over to him.

He starts when he hears you coming, your shoes creaking on the floor, he starts to say something, then stops, lost for words, stunned by how beautiful you look. You walk over to him, standing directly in front of him. He stands to meet you, towering over your small frame. You close your Beylikdüzü Escort eyes and his mouth drifts to yours. His lips, soft, yet strong tangle with yours, as your tongues meet your mind unravels with ideals of what he could do with it, and twists moreso when you find out he has a piercing in it as well. Your bodies press together, and passion floods the air, the sensation of his ripped chest pressing against your tender breasts filling you with pleasure and desire, the heat in your groin suddenly hotter than that of a thousand fires, good thing there is a fireman there to put it out for you. You walk him back to the wall and kiss him passionately, tongues dancing, hands wandering. His hands slowly drifting towards your chest, you grab his hand and slide it under your blouse, his coarse, strong hands caress your breasts, his caressing sends streaks of fire down your spine, creating a sensation that you could never have dreamed of before.

He pushes aside your bra and allows his hands gently stimulate your nipples, but, you are far from in the mood for gentle, and kiss him aggressively, pressing your body to his forcefully, urging him to be more aggressive. Taking the hint he reverses your positions and pins you to the wall, overshadowing you with his large frame and strong arms. He abruptly forces your shirt up over your head exposing your skin to the warm air of the fire hall, your nude, tingling breasts exposed to him finally, he indulges himself and presses his moist lips to your nipples, licking and sucking them, the light touch of metal tingling you even more, you drift in and out of focus as you feel him tease them slowly, first lightly tracing circles around them, then indulging them and sucking them into his mouth where his tongue can stimulate them even further, then releasing them to Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan lick them further, taking time to be fair to both until your fires inside force a need for more.

You push his head downwards to your groin, the heat inside of you needing to be cooled, and he happily obliges your command, he pushes your skirt up and takes a peek underneath, his first glance at your shaven pussy. He presses his lips to yours, separating them with his tongue, and tasting your sweet juices. Your mind swirls in passion, the feel of his rough features rubbing against your thighs and tender pussy amplifying the pleasure, you lift your legs up onto his shoulders with the last amount of strength you have in them, making it so that he can eat you with ease. Using his well formed legs, he lifts you up the wall, delighting your clit the entire time, sensually licking every drop of moisture he can find, his piercing scraping along your tender flesh adding to the sensation, while you float there suspended by this massive, and sensual example of a man, your body shakes with every, single, touch. You wrap your legs around his head and hold him tight, your hand to his head, gripping his hair, the waves of your coming orgasm twisting your mind, entwining your soul with his. As he sucks your clit into your mouth one more time, slowly letting it go and lightly tracing his teeth over it you reach your goal… you climax, sitting on the shoulders of this fireman while he eats you out. He lets you cool down and sets you down on the bench, your body shivering from the intensity.

You look up to him and see him, a silly grin on his face, the juices that still remained there glimmer in the remaining light of the hall. You wrap your arms around his head and kiss him, a hint of your juices still on his lips, your Escort Beylikdüzü mind races, your thoughts distort and you know you must have more… you must complete this or your mind will collapse on itself, you reach down and undo his belt and drop his jeans to the floor, you grab a hold of his member and feel it, play with it, stimulate it, then back up to the wall with him in tow.

You whisper into his ear that you want him to fuck you, you feel his smile grow with your face pressed to his. He reaches down and holds firm your upper thighs, his fingers wrapping around to your behind, you lift and spread your legs to make it easy for him, and he closes the gap between your bodies, his chest presses to yours, you feel his hips between your legs, then you feel him, against your groin.

Finally his dick fills you, your groin clamping down hard on him, sensually fulfilled that he is finally filling you with the very thing you sought. you feel his cock slide inside of you, seemingly forever he eases his way up inside you until finally your body’s seal together. Your legs instantly wrap around him, you are not willing to let go until you are satisfied by the very thing that has you impaled. You feel him slowly start to slide in and out of you, sending sensations and vivid imagery to your mind, your body arching, there is nothing you want more than this very moment. Slowly his pace picks up, for what seems like forever his member satisfies your urges, finally ready to help you start pressing back as he pounds himself into you, your groins meeting at every thrust and forcing your back into the wall again, your knees weakening you grip tighter and tighter, your mind drifting away you let instinct take over. the pace increases again and again your body ravished from the pounding, but you don’t care, you just need one thing. His body shakes and he sends one final thrust deep inside of you, your moaning peaks with a loud sigh of release, and the two of you collapse onto the bench again.

Being the first to recover from the experience you gather your things and walk away, and walk home, barely able to walk a straight line…

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You pull in the garage after another long day. A little exhausted, but proud. You’re really good at what you do, and helping others makes it all worthwhile even if it’s a bit tiring sometimes. As you exit the garage for the back door I see you walking, but don’t catch your eye through the kitchen window before you’re out of sight to the side of the house. I love to watch you walk when you’re feeling confident, and you had that kind of look in the few seconds you passed by. I was glad you looked that way, because I need you to be confident for what I have planned.

You walk in the door with a half smile. “Hi, babe,” you greet me.

I ask, “hi, how are you?”

After a quick kiss, you walk past me into the dining room to set down your bag and purse. “Good, today was busy. I worked hard.”

I had no doubt that you did. After 20 seconds of “massage” my fingers are already tired. I don’t know how you do 3-4 hours a day. I suppose that’s one area where training, school, passion, and experience all pay off. But tired or not, I had things we were going to do and was hopeful that you were up to the task. “Why don’t you take a few minutes and change out of your work clothes? I’ll be back in the bedroom to rub your shoulders in a minute.” You shot me a look that said you knew I was up to something since I’m not much of a “massager”, but you went down the hallway without protest. After a few minutes, I follow behind and found you sitting on end of the bed, still in your work clothes and petting the cat. Not exactly what I’d asked of you, but we could address that another time. For now, I’d work with the situation at hand.

I passed by you and over to my side of the bed, open my side table drawer to pull out the magic wand and plugged it into the outlet. You didn’t turn around, but I knew you heard what I was doing because you shoo the cat off the bed and tell him “you have to go, now.” You are still in your work outfit and start to pull your shirt up to change. “Stop, leave it on” A smirk across your face precedes a snarky “don’t tell me what to do” but you leave your shirt on as instructed and stand there by your side of the bed.

I issue two words with quiet confidence, “turn around”. Without a reply, you rotate your feet around two quarter turns so you are facing away from me. “Now bend over and take off your shoes and socks.”

Damn, I love watching you bend over. It never fails to get a little rise out of me. I think that maybe sometimes you do it in front of me because you know that it does, but I have ever asked. Now that I’m instructing you to do so in front of me, there’s probably less room for doubt. I enjoy the view while you untie and remove your shoes and socks.

More directions follow, “unbutton and unzip your pants and take them off.” You are still facing away, so I got to see if the back of your underwear holds any message for me today. Today’s pair doesn’t have any fun words or sayings, but they are cute and on your ass so of course, I like them. After stepping out of your jeans you hook your thumbs on the top of your panties as though to pull them down next. “Stop, leave them on.” You keep your mouth shut but turn your head around and shoot me the look that says, “don’t tell me what to do.” And still, you remove your thumbs from the waistband and put your hands by your side. You have on your panties, shirt and bra, but I am still fully clothed so you won’t get distracted. By now, I have climbed onto the bed and had spread my legs. I invite you Beylikdüzü Escort to join me, “come sit here, up against me.” You turn around and crawl over my leg and manage to get comfortable in between my legs, resting your head on my shoulder. I know you are aware of what’s coming next, and that you know our rules for this position.

Rule

: keep your legs spread

Rule

: tell me when you’re getting close to cumming

I pull the wand over from my side and turn it on it’s slowest setting. I’m not even sure if you’re aware of it, but you gasp ever so slightly this time when it clicks on. Your legs aren’t quite spread enough for my taste, so I set it down and give you a reminder with my hands of what I expect. I put my right hand between your legs and already I can feel the heat from your pussy. The wand is running and ready, so I pick it up and place it between your legs on your clit. Within seconds, I can feel a tiny amount of stress melt right out of your body. I wouldn’t say you feel relaxed, yet, but you’re definitely ready to sink into what is coming. I find what feels like a good position to build up some steam and let the wand just sit there for a few minutes. Your breathing gets much deeper and almost plaintive. But I leave things just so for almost five minutes. The second I get the impression that your brain or body is getting a little impatient, I turn off the wand and pull it away.

“Stand up.” You groan a little. I’m guessing partly because I turned off the fun, and partly because you’d been comfortable on the bed for a bit and now were being instructed to move. But without a look back, you slide off the bed and stand up, this time facing me. “Take off your shirt, I want to see the parts of your outfit that are for me.”

I thought maybe you were somehow going to wrestle your bra off at the same time, but you decide to follow the directions and just pull your shirt over your head. It messes your hair up a little on the way over your ears, which only serves to make you look even sexier. How am I going to last through everything I had in store? I guess I’ll find out. You stand there, looking at me awaiting further instruction. “Now take off your bra first, and then your panties. Then come back here and sit just the way you were.” You remove the rest of your clothing and crawl back onto the bed and between my legs. As you lean back, your legs spread in anticipation of the return of the wand. Far be it from me to deny you what your body is craving, I switch it back on, turn the intensity knob just a bit up, and place it back directly on your pussy right under your clit. This time, the gasp isn’t so slight and is accompanied by a slight whimper. I can tell that your body is starting to want more, but rather than build things up quickly I just let the wand sit right where it is. I won’t keep you from moving, but if you want a change in the sensation in the near future it’s going to have to come from your own body movement. For the moment we’re going for the slow build. Once I feel like you’ve gotten pretty comfortable with the position and speed, I rotate the wand just a bit so it changes the way the vibrations hit your clit. With a slight grunt, your body twitches and you inhale loudly.

I start to rotate the wand up and down, putting a little more pressure into your clit. Your breathing is now getting shallower and quicker, and this sexy kind of moan/whimper accompanies some breaths. I can feel my cock growing behind your Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan back, and can’t wait to have it released from my pants. But for now, I’m focusing on you. After a few minutes of rotating the wand up and down, you start to pat my right hand with yours. “What?” I ask. Your patting gets more insistent but you say nothing. “Tell me.”

“I’m close, I’m close!” you struggle to get out in time. I immediately pull the wand away and turn it off. You breathe a heavy sigh that’s a mixture of relief and frustration. You know I want you to wait to cum until I say so, and are a little glad that you didn’t get too far. But also, damn… can a girl just cum already? You think I’m going to give you a few minutes of relaxation to come down, and just as you start to take a calming breath you feel a bare hand grab you hard. Your breath steams out between your teeth as you bite your lower lip. I slip a finger from my grip and search for the opening to your cunt. I follow the heat and wetness and find it easily. I take the finger and press it inside of you. But I’m not staying there, I pull the finger right back out and bring it up to stroke the side of your clit for a minute. There is no rest, I’m just changing the sensations to keep you on your toes. You are now actively grinding against my finger, a bit lost in the sensations. I can feel what you need, and my cock is at full attention. But I need to shift my focus back to you and not worry about what’s happening to me. I place the wand back against your lips. “Hold that there,” I tell you. You grab the handle, and as you do I dial up the knob some more. It’s not on yet, and I want to give you a jolt so I turn it on while it’s held against you.

“FUCK!” Yeah, that’s the reaction I want. I grab the wand back from you with my right hand and go right back to the up and down rotation that I can tell gets you rolling. With little break, you fall right back into the shallow and quick breathing. With my empty left hand, I reach around your left side and grab your breast. I try to match my squeezes with your breathing, and this seems to work well. Shortly after this starts, you start to pat my right hand again. I know what you’re trying to let me know, but I want you to say it. So I ignore your hand and keep going. You pat harder, and finally get out a hurried “I’m getting close.”

“Getting close to what?” I ask. You ignore me, and the dance continues. Your right hand is now almost hitting me with quick little slaps. “Getting close to what?” I ask again. You somehow find it in you to take a deep breath to muster a very frustrated “I’m getting close to cumming”. Every word uttered carefully as though hurrying through the sentence may get you beyond the point of no return. Well, now… we’ve made progress. I move my left hand from your tit to your throat and whisper aggressively in your ear, “so fucking cum, then.”

“OH, FUCK. SHIT. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHCK!!” Your body immediately tenses and you blur the line between human and animal. I give the wand more pressure into you and you can’t hold back any longer. It probably only lasts 10-15 seconds, but it feels like minutes to us both. Your body racks up and down to get the most out of the vibrating wand, I hold you tightly with my right hand pressing the wand into you and my left hand and arm wrapped around your neck and shoulder to let you know that you. are. mine. This orgasm is my gift to you at this moment, and I want us both to Escort Beylikdüzü appreciate what’s happening.

You finally give me a few taps to let me know that you have reached your limit for the moment. And today I’m being nice, so I pull the wand away from you, turn it off, and set it next to me. My left hand leaves your throat and I begin to gently stroke your shoulder. With the sensations removed you start a little bit of your post-orgasm laugh, interspersed with “woo”s and “hoo”s. Some of my favorite sounds. I place my right hand back between your legs, but with no aggression at all. I just gently massage you and try to get some of the “buzzy” feeling out. After a few minutes, your breathing has calmed down and you ask, “what’s next?”

“Stand up,” I state again. This time, as you do I follow and stand with you, face to face. “Undo my belt, and take off my pants.” Neither of us is still quite accustomed to my giving instructions like I have started to do, but I know I think it’s hot and you haven’t yet told me that you don’t like it, so I continue. You unbuckle my belt and then tug at my jeans. Your thumbs are looking for the waistband to my boxers, but you find that I’m not wearing any. You slide my jeans all the way down to my feet, and I step out of them and kick them away. I sit down on the bed. You look at me, wondering what I’m going to direct you to do next. And what you hear is something new, “kneel on the floor, and take care of this cock.” I was expecting some version of the “don’t tell me what to do” line or look, but you obediently kneel before me and then gently push my upper body back onto the bed. I close my eyes and await your next move.

It’s been a few minutes since sensation for both of us, so my cock is not fully erect. I feel you lick the head slightly, which feels nice and cool after the heat I’d been experiencing for the last half hour. And then you unexpectedly take my entire cock in your mouth. I can feel your warm tongue on the underside of my shaft, and my cock begins to grow. Quickly. You waste no time getting into a rhythm between your mouth and hands. My eyes are still closed so I can focus only on the feeling of a warm, wet mouth. I pull a pillow under my head and open my eyes to look.

Your eyes are closed, and you look very focused as you take it in and out of your mouth. A few times you put as much in as you can fit, and this creates even more wetness as your mouth is watering all over my cock. You pull it out, a mixture of drool and precum hanging from your lips to the tip of my cock, and you open your eyes. I’m looking right at you. A small smile crosses your lips, and you dive right back in and go to work. Faster strokes up and down on my cock with your mouth and hand. You get a little too far down for the moment, and you back off with a small cough. Thick ropes of saliva keep us connected, and you spit more of your drool mixture onto my cock to make things even wetter. You begin stroking with both hands, the saliva providing just the right amount of lube and your hands providing the right amount of heat. My breathing is getting more intense and my hips are starting to buck slightly. You smile a little and point my cock right at your face. Not knowing if you’re aware of how close I am, I struggle to get out a warning, “I’m… going to… cum.” You stroke harder, and I can’t hold back any longer. fuckfuckFuckFUCKFUUUUUUGGGGGGCK!! One, two, three, four cum blasts shoot out of my cock. The first two hit your cheeks, and the others your chin and tits. As my erection subsides, you clean the cum off of your cheeks and into your mouth. You rub the drops into your tits, leaving nothing to mop up later.

You lick the head of my cock a little, emit a little laugh, look at me with your pretty eyes and ask, “so… what’s for dinner?”

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John sat staring out the hotel room looking at the changing colors. Over the last two years more and more nights alone were spent in hotel rooms. The rooms and hotels were more than just comfortable as far human conveniences, yet they were still cold and empty.

The last three and half years were filled with conflict within his mind and heart. Though he loved his family, he felt a great lost in his heart. The love of a wonderful tender woman was a vivid memory. As he looked out the window he smiled over how they had met and their relationship developed.

Recalling the day they met in person warmed his heart. Momentarily the empty hotel room felt warmer. That day his heart leapt with joy when she walked into the room. When she entered he was standing nervously at the far end of the room. In honor to her beauty and grace he swiftly removed his broad brimmed hat.

As she walked toward him she dropped her handbag. His heart raced. His hands fidgeted. As she came into his arms his throat felt dry. They momentarily looked into each other’s face and eyes. Their lips met. The first kiss, the first cherished kiss was still vivid in his mind even these years later. As then his heart still rejoiced at the tenderness of her lips and the passion which flowed through them to him. Her kiss sucked his breath from him and rushed blood to throughout his body.

Within a few minutes his hands moved from holding her back to wondering her body. She encouraged him with a moan. She too began to do the same to his body. Their hands and fingers explored and danced with anticipation.

Still without a word being spoken they continued kissing. She helped him off with his sports jacket. Breaking their kiss, his shirt and pants were gently and slowly removed. Seeing his hardened bulge just inches from her face brought forth from her a radiant smile. Seeing her bright smile warmed his heart. From that moment he became captivated by her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. He longed to see that look again and again from her.

When she rose before him the couple again kissed with longing and desire. When their dynamic lover’s kiss breathlessly concluded John took a half step backwards. Trying to control his nervousness he commenced to undress her with his quivering hands. As he undressed her he recalled the touch his fingers experienced moments before when he raised her skirt to play with her wonderfully full and rich ass.

As each item fell to the floor the soft curvy temple being reveled to him did not disappoint. The wonderfully voluptuous mature woman stirred him. His manhood recognized immediately that her body was made for worship. When her breasts were unveiled he discovered them to be ripe full fruit. He was compelled to seek the fruit with his hands and then lips. As a humble servant his lips kissed and licked her womanly mounds and nipples. He adored how her light areolas complemented her complexion. The softness of her breasts caused his heart to swoon and bound out a steady rhythm like a mad drummer.

The eager lover’s heart was racing as his hands reached out to touch the fabric that was covering her womanhood. He fought the urge to swiftly remove them. He fought the urge. He looked with keenness upon that which was about to be revealed.

Intentionally he ran his fingers along the material between her thighs. As he touched her there she took a deep breath and moan quietly. Hooking his fingers inside her panties he drew them downward exposing her beauty to his feasting eyes. As his eyes looked with awe upon this older woman of true sensuous beauty, his loins twitched with anticipation.

He studied her womanly channel. The entrance to her inner sanctum was regal, flush with soft color like a palace entrance. Her blond womanly hair surrounded her loveliness without hiding its marvelous beauty from his view.

He smiled as his eyes drifted up to meet hers. Her grin told him that she was filled with equal joy and desire. Within a minute he laid her upon the bed with his lips exploring hers. Though this was their first meeting, their lovers’ kiss and dance of love moved onward as if they had been communicating their desires and feelings for many joyful years.

He guided her to the bed. Maybe she drew him upon the bed. He could not recall as he was so captivated by her that he did not remember moving. All he remembered was that he found himself upon his knees hovering between her thighs Rize Escort as she beckoned him with her eyes.

With her legs invitingly spread his head descended to worship her moist womanly alter. From the first licks of her sweetness he was a willing supplicant. Her moaning encouraged him to continue his adulation. He unremittingly brought forth his eager adoration. Her breathing slowly increased. One finger messaged her extended clit while his tongue messaged her soft pink walls. Then suddenly its pace increased rapidly.

As he looked up he saw her chest heaving. Her breasts seemed to be dancing for him. His excitement increased and soon another finger joined his tongue in making love to here womanhood. Her hips began to dance. He recognized that this creature was about to enjoy a euphoric release. Her responses only encouraged him onward.

Minutes later when her hips ceased gyrating and her breath returned, she drew him with her hand. He moved over her. Their eyes were locked. Each saw desire and surrender. The joy of what they shared thus far fueled their passion for providing the other much more.

Hovering above her his hard manhood pointed forthrightly toward her home. It stood proudly before its desire. Her copious womanly fluids communicated her desire for him to make himself at home within her. As an act of further encouragement her knees drew upward opening her temple doors wide for him.

He needed no additional invitation to enter her inner sanctuary. Slowly his rigid shaft moved toward the inviting gates. As his shaft passed through her warm moist doors, his heart reverently meshed with hers. Welcoming him to her holy place her arms came around him. They moaned in unison as they enjoyed their union, a union of body, desire and heart.

If one was an observing fly on the wall, the fly would say that they were having sex, or fucking one another with earnestness. For him he was making love to a sexy woman who had touched his heart and soul through her emails and their chats. He was worshipping her fully and completely as he could.

As he moved within her he wanted her to experience the joy of release. In an intimate manner he wanted to affirm her and give love, a love that she had been so long without from her own husband.

He found her lovemaking skills to be energetic and powerful. It seemed that she too was worshipping his manhood and body. Repeatedly her hips wiggled and swayed drawing him toward his release. Her inner channel hugged him tightly. As he neared his joyous moment of release he slowed to calm himself. He wanted her to cum, and cum again, and still again. He wanted this erotic woman to be sated in body, soul, mind and heart.

They continued their lovemaking dance for over an hour. Her moist luscious lips repeatedly took his harden shaft between them. She made love to his cock in a manner that took his breath away.

He guided her upon her hands and knees so that he could once again worship at her temple alter. She encouraged him to worship her with exuberance. Yet before giving his sacrificial offering with cheerfulness he became more meditative. After a moment of slow meditation his pace grew more brisk. As he worshipped her from his posture of adoration her voice moaned aloud. Her breathing became more shallow and hurried. Her hips again encouraged him to come forth with his sacrifice of adoration. She communicated through her moans and body that she was again enjoying another moment of fulfillment.

After nearly fifty minutes into their joint worship experience she pushed him upon his back. It was time for their ceremony to come to its pinnacle and conclusion. As she adjusted herself upon his hardened pole, she looked lustfully and passionately into his eyes. He looked upon her to see the joyous dew of passion covering her face and body.

They were both still in need. She danced upon him like belly dancer. His eyes watched with adoration her womanly breast move upon her chest. As he studied them, his desire was to worship upon her temple mounts as often as possible.

It was not long before the lovers were again moaning breathlessly signaling that they were approaching that moment. As he approached the height of his adoration, he gazed into her eyes. There he saw reflected back that which he felt in his own heart, love and pleasure. He could not explain how or why, but at this first meeting they had come to that Rize Escort Bayan moment where a look proclaimed that they had moved toward the wonderful state of loving each other.

As the realization of the depth of their feelings came upon him he ushered forth his sacrifice into her temple. In response her temple quaked. The grip her temple had upon his shaft took his breath away. Her legs quaked and her body shook indicating that not only was his sacrifice being accepted, it was being celebrated throughout her body. Seconds later she fell upon him and he just held her into him. At that moment nothing else mattered in the world to the two lovers. Within himself he was replete.

It was not for several more minutes before the lovers broke their embrace and spoke for the first time. With a gleam in his eye he smiled, “I am pleased to meet you Wendy.”

Her face beamed, “Likewise John, I am pleased to finally meet you.”

John and Wendy meet in the internet. She had posted a message which led to chatting and emailing for weeks. As his wife had become increasingly distant he had come to feel alone. Within his heart he loved his wife, yet there was a growing barrier between them. There was a growing cold barrier between them. John and his wife agreed on many things. Yet there were areas in their lives from which she had become withdrawn.

Via emails and chats they became friends. From her John gained insight into his wife and he was more patient. In the process they connected. Increasingly he looked forward to Wendy’s emails and their chats.

Even before the question about meeting was asked, they dreamt of meeting. Sharing their inmost thoughts and desires flamed their desires and imaginations. The day they met was magical for him. From the moment he watched her drive off, he knew he would never forget what they shared. She burned herself upon his soul. Wendy dominated his thoughts as he drove home. From her first post meeting email, it appeared that he dominated her thoughts as well.

Meeting often was difficult because of the physical distance between them. Though they could not meet frequently, they anticipated and cherished the few moments they had together. She even joined him for a week long business trip that John still remembered with fondness.

Even before they returned from the trip John knew they had a problem. John was in love with two women. Wendy accepted that John loved his wife and would never leave her. Though they were lovers, Wendy encouraged him to not leave his wife. Though Wendy did not love her husband, John knew she too felt a loyalty of sorts to her husband and she would remain with him during his illness.

When they were with one another, the universe worries and their lives vanished from their lives. In the back of their minds they both wished that they had met when they were younger and unattached. Yet they accepted their current lives. They lived with the haunting tension, sometimes voiced, sometimes not, but always in the background, that they would be discovered.

John’s greatest fear, that he would hurt Wendy one day, suddenly arrived when his wife learned of Wendy. The heat he took from Kim grieved and cut him. Yet it did not cut him as much as knowing the pain he now inflicted upon Wendy by no longer seeing her and diminishing his correspondence with her.

For months John and Kim’s marriage was as cold as the northern tundra in winter. The long winter yielded to the thaw of Spring. Just as his relationship with Kim commenced to warm, their marriage was again shaken. Kim had cancer. He felt guilty for not considering that Kim’s complaint that sex to be less enjoyable and becoming a little painful could be linked to a cancer growing within her womanhood’s inner walls. When the initial prognosis did not look good guilt pushed him to drink. More and more nights were spent wallowing in self-pity in a half-intoxicated state as he imagined the wife of his youth would die cursing him.

Just before last Thanksgiving Kim said it appeared the surgery and treatments did not work was the worst period. His unchecked imagination feared he would be alone the next holiday season. He only imagined the worse.

Yet with Kim’s fortitude, new treatments and the wonders of the human body, the prognosis became much more positive in mid February. With renewed hope John recalled their joyous times. Kim and John spent hours looking Escort Rize at their old pictures and laughing about the good times. In a strange manner her illness drew them closer together. Her cancer had become the vehicle for healing their relationship.

Just when they seemed to be making progress, to John’s alarm Kim confessed that she had over stated her condition to magnify his guilt feelings. John felt anger rise within. She had misled him and played upon his guilt. She had not been honest with him. Holding his tongue he walked away silently. During the long walk he reminded himself that he too did not have clean hands when it came to playing games and honesty. She was reacting to what he did. Returning from the walk, he held his wife. With a saddened heart he sought his wife’s forgiveness for playing games with her. Kim was surprised that John took responsibility for her actions against him.

Just over two weeks later, again John felt as if he was kicked to the ground. On that particular evening Kim had been drinking after a long tough day at the work. In her somewhat intoxicated state John’s wife confessed to having an affair, not just once, but twice. He learned the prior year that she had been with another man at a conference. He had not known of the second, the relationship that went on for nearly three years and ended only when they moved across country.

He held her that night. He cried with her. She cried with him. As they opened to each other John realized that her guilt had been gnawing away at their relationship for years. Feeling overwhelmed with guilt Kim withdrew from him. Intimacy reminded her of what she had done. What she did not realize was that the more she withdrew the more she was pushing him into the arms of another woman. His frustration increased as their intimacy became mechanical and infrequent. He learned later that the physical pain she felt was not that strong until two months before cancer was discovered. Ironically she had claimed a pain she had not felt only to find an actual pain slowly taking hold.

With mutual confession and assurance their intimacy warmed. They were able to find some passionate moments, but it was well short of where it had been before it all started. Though it had been a half year since his wife’s confession, their wounds remained tender. Kim admitted weeks before that her revulsion for what she did was a barrier she could not get around. John wept in his heart for what they lost as a couple. He wounded Kim’s heart, and she his. With cause he now feared their love and intimacy would never be the same. Their ghosts would be in their bed for the rest of their days

Watching the sun descend below the hills, John took a deep breath and sighed. Kim had granted him permission to be with other women with conditions. Unspoken was that she had the same freedom. He was to be discrete and it was not be regular. Kim did not want to know about it or ever knowing meet the others. She said plainly to him, “I can become very jealous. But I cannot be jealous of who and what I do not know.” Though he had the freedom, John could not bring himself to move in that direction.

John was oblivious to the television that played in the background. He smiled remembering the afternoon that firmly held a special place in his heart. Her face and his memories of her would warm his heart until his dying breath. She would be upon his mind as much as his Kim would be upon his as the coldness of death overshadows him. Yet with that memory confronted him with the cold reality that he was a fool.

He sighed, “The saddest words are what might have been.” If only he had known before guilt took a death grip upon Kim’s soul they could have learned to help each other explore their sexuality more broadly. Alas, it was not so and Kim had no interest in doing so. Alas, their own sexual desires drew them apart because they exercised them independently.

Now sitting in darkness looking out the window tears of sorrow flowed down his cheek. If only Kim had granted her permission earlier. If she had, maybe, just maybe, Wendy would be with him now bringing him elation and comfort to his sterile hotel room. Maybe she would still be his healing angel.

But alas for her healing balm he returned bitterness. It is the thought of the latter that drew forth his tears. He was no longer interested in exploring his sexuality on his own. He learned the lesson the hard way. And it cost him dearly. He lost each woman’s heart and their tender intimacy because of the other.

Once again he breathed deeply with sadness. As he stood from the chair and turned on a solitary light he groaned, “What might have been if… What might have been?”

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“Today you must focus Philippe”, he told himself. “This painting must be done in three days”. Even before his session with Natalia today he was adding details he had memorized about her body. He carefully added that small freckle on the inside edge of her right breast. Then he dropped his gaze and added on her right inner thigh just inches down from her sex, “he had noticed that just the other day” he thought as a smirk came to his face.

In fact he had dragged his tongue up from that point slowly trailing the tip of it until contacting her wet puffy slit. He continued this way for the next thirty minutes adding all those minute details about her luscious body that he would surely be the only one to know.

The spell was broken as he smelled lavender and vanilla and looked up to catch her eye. He gestured to the privacy curtain and she quickly went behind and disrobed. She came out from behind not wearing the robe just a thin strip of pink silkiness between her legs. It seems she was quite comfortable with him now.

In her hand he noted she clutched a small bag which she dropped on the step of the pedestal. It was meant to draw and hold his attention also to tease his curiosity.

She took off her panties and dropped herself with a thump but quickly found the light, placed her arms, and then looked him in the eyes while she spread her knees, opening those knees so slowly he realized he had been holding his breath for several Ordu Escort moments. At last she was displayed before him, a faint trail of hair beginning to grow back above her already puffy lips.

As he tore his gaze off her sex and returned it to her face he saw the look, she was playing with him, and he was her toy in her mind today. He wondered what adventures lay in store.

But duty called he needed to get the structure of her knees and ankles in place today before he could finish that last part of the painting. So he began humming and stroking paint slowly on the canvas catching all the many nuances of her creamy skin. His concentration was so intense he had not even known she had moved but as he looked up he saw the bag open in one hand and a strap on dildo in the other.

She smiled again quite wickedly this time and brought the soft pink phallus slowly down her body, bumping over her very erect nipples and falling off the curve of her breasts. She dragged in down her tummy bouncing it through her belly button. Still she dragged it lower now down below her waist, as he watched intensely he realized he was holding his breath yet again. She began to push it gently into her hole, in an inch and back out, in and out, over and over repeating the same move. He noted she was holding on to a shorter shaft that came out to the inside of the strap. It was meant to enter the wearer and pleasure her.

She Ordu Escort Bayan pushed with more pressure and the 6 inch dildo slid home seated firmly in her cunt. She paused bringing his eyes back to hers. Then as she held his gaze she began pumping her hand quickly sliding the dildo in and out. As her speed increased she could no longer hold his gaze and her eyes began to close as the pleasure was overtaking her.

He noted the brush was no longer in his hand and he had slid down inside the waistband of his pants and was pulling at his cock, which was of course rock hard. Before him he saw her body begin to twitch and her head thrown back she thrust her hips forward and with a small squirt and a large scream she announced the arrival of her orgasm. Somehow she managed to pump the phallus the whole time pulling squirts with each withdrawal.

As her pace slowed his intensified, his pants now pushed down to his hips and his erection being worked by both his hands. He could feel his time coming and groaned. But to his surprise he heard her say, “No, you can’t yet, I forbid it.”

She gestured for him to come to her. While he was heading over she inserted the small end in her satisfied pussy and strapped the dildo on. Hitting the switch it began to hum inside her. “Time to clean me off,” she said as she pointed at the used toy.

He was powerless in her presence and letting go of his cock, he sank to his Escort Ordu knees in front of her and at her bidding began sucking her juices off the strap on phallus. He was for all intents and purposes giving her a blow job. Each time he bobbed down he felt the other end hit into her clitoris and bring her pleasure. He watched up close with her ‘dick’ in his mouth as she came again. She stopped forcing his head down on her and let him go.

As the both stood she pulled his pants off and looked at his softening erection. She bent him over the pedestal so his hands held him off but she was behind him. Her strap-on still in place and humming away, she reached around and began stroking him.

He noted she had lube on her fingers and was ready for her to stroke him off. But he felt her other hand at his ass and she slowly inserted a lube covered finger in his hole and began to pump slowly, as he opened to her pressure she inserted another.

He felt full and that bit of pain was overcome by the pleasure he felt from her soft strokes in the front. But then he knew what she had in mind as he felt the tip of the dildo push against him, and she was able to press it in further and further, the lube and fingers having down their work. Soon she was stroking his cock with her hand and invading his ass in the back.

The tip kept bumping his prostate driving him wild. His penis literally erupted in white and his semen flew landing on the pedestal just below his chest. She continued fucking him though and she began to shudder as she came for the third time in the hour. She finally withdrew leaving him well fucked but in mild pain. She had owned him and dominated him and he had liked every bit of it.

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Room 14

Ron’s breathing began to slow and I could feel his arms tighten around me. He was already asleep and I shifted just a bit to get comfortable. All his naked glory was pressed up against my flesh, I felt the heat radiate from him, warming my hungry body. I couldn’t believe what had happened in the past 10 hours. I felt as if my life had been completely turned upside down.

Shards of morning light pierced the curtains and I looked over the austere room, having missed details due to the…previous distraction.

I noticed the undergarments thrown to the cheaply carpeted floor and the crumpled, cotton shirt sprawled over the one, chipped, wooden chair in the corner. A painting of a daisy rested crookedly against the corner of the desk. I smiled to myself. My breathing began to quicken at the recollection, but I willed myself to calm down. A dull throbbing from below served as a constant reminder. Things had gotten a bit rough and now I was just a little sore. Worth it, though. I wouldn’t have traded this for anything else.

10 hours earlier:

It was supposed to be a casual meeting, a chat among friends. A year since we had last seen one another. We had initially met in high school, a couple decades back, but at that time he hadn’t appeared very interested in me. I had since grown into my personality, and my body. As did he. Perhaps there was a reason for everything and we were meant to cross paths now.

So, yes. Last summer he had taken me out for drinks. But he was too polite, aloof. Guarded somehow. I actually left thinking I would be immediately forgotten. It was a shame, because spending time with him like that had brought up a lot of memories. I found myself longing to discover how he kissed, what he smelled liked when he began to sweat. Thoughts I tried to unsuccessfully discard once I got back home, to my “real” life.

This summer, I was back on my annual visit. Drinks again, pre-dinner. I was secretly hoping we wouldn’t get to the meal, but that was presumptuous on my part. It wasn’t looking promising. He had his groupies buzzing around him at the bar, especially the younger ones. Still, though amiable to them, I did get a sense that he was annoyed by their presence. It was as if Ron would have made the room go silent if he could have.

Yet he played the game. It would have seemed rude not to, and that wasn’t the impression he wanted to give. That wasn’t who Ron was, I suppose. He was an introvert masking as someone social.

When he saw me again this time around, he had changed disposition. His eyes lit up. “Hey stranger…” Ron said, flashing me that divine smile. I noticed his biceps tight under his work shirt and I wondered if he had been working out more than before. Everything about his physique was taut this year, he filled out his clothes to perfection. I was engrossed by his presence and realized I had yet to say anything. I nervously pushed my black bangs to the side of my freckled face.

“Hey there. How have you been?” I replied.

What a dorky thing to say! I immediately regretted that tone I had used. I had to be more careful around him. I didn’t want to come off like some brainless fan girl. He was kind of famous, and I wasn’t. Which tilted the scales in a way I didn’t really feel comfortable with. I would have felt more at ease had I accomplished more in my life, perhaps. But I was but a lowly employee and he…well, he was an enigma to me, despite his public persona.

There had been a few exchanges on social media, but nothing of real revelation. It had mostly been a lot of discussions about books and films. I still had no idea what he thought of me and I didn’t want to make a bad impression.

Small talk ensued and this time around I had this nagging feeling in my stomach. It was worse than butterflies. It was like a cannon ball. I had come to the conclusion that I really liked this amazing guy, and perhaps, on some level, he also liked me back. Though all reason argued otherwise, I wanted so much to believe it.

“Can you give me a minute?” he inquired, sharp, green eyes locked on his phone screen. “I have to make a phone call.”

I nodded. “Sure thing.”

He walked away slowly, lifting his finger in the way people do when they want to tell you “Just ONE minute, be right back.”

I paused to speak Rize Escort with some friends and momentarily forgot that he was going to be coming back for me. I felt a light touch on my shoulder some time later, and when I turned around …there he was. Ron greeted the others and engaged in a bit of chitchat, though everything about his body language screamed that he wanted to get far away. Ultimately, he excused himself and took my hand, pulling me aside.

“Let’s get out of here. I know a place.”

I nodded, and followed him out of the back door of the venue without even saying goodbye to my friends. I could have carried my excitement better but I was trying to play it cool. I had no idea what was going to happen.

Outside, he had a car waiting. I raised an eyebrow in wonder and he said “That was the phone call. My brother lent it to me.” So, he had planned this?

Ron graciously opened the door for me and as I got in, his toothy grin won me over yet again. He had the perfect American smile. White. I mean…pearly white. Straight teeth, except for a subtle protrusion of his canines, as if he had been trying to straighten vampire fangs and had almost succeeded. I could not tear my eyes away from his mouth.

“I’m hungry, and I want to buy you a drink.” I woke from my hypnosis.

“Um…yes. Of course. I could use a drink,” I replied.

We drove for a short distance, stopping at a rather secluded little diner. I didn’t even know it was there and I had lived in this city for years. Granted, it was many moons ago. But still. I was pleasantly surprised.

The diner was very cozy and not too bright. A perfect place to talk, to blend into the background, in fact. And that’s exactly what we did.

We got lost in conversation for a couple of hours. We spoke about his music, and my living abroad. The travels we both had undertaken over the years.

As time passed, he seemed more and more comfortable around me. His shoulders relaxed, and he let himself go in his manner of speech as well. As the alcohol kept coming, the conversation became lighter, and we began to laugh at the smallest, dumbest things. A small sparkle began to appear in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. I took advantage of a moment of silence and stood up. I thought I was going to suffocate. “Excuse me.” I uttered.

With the excuse of going to the restroom, I stepped out to the back of the diner. I propped myself against the cold wall, closed my eyes, and breathed deeply. I needed to calm my nerves and put my head on straight. I could discern the timbal clicks of the summer cicadas keeping time for me. Moments later, I felt two hands around my waist. Startled, I jerked to attention and opened my eyes.

Ron was standing in front of me, his forehead a question mark. “Am I that boring?” he joked.

“No.” I breathed. “I just needed a bit of air.”

He moved his body closer to mine and while one of his hands travelled around to my back, the other came up and touched my cheek. I was trapped, but in the best way possible. I wondered how much alcohol had fueled this sudden prowess.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You shouldn’t be out here alone. There are bad elements around.”

His hot breath sent a shiver through me and instantly lit my body on fire. “Oh really?” I replied. “I guess I better get myself home then.” I shifted my weight but he wouldn’t budge.

“Not just yet..” he sighed, as his lips softly met mine. “Just stop me if you don’t want this.”

I felt the icy concrete behind me contrasting with my flushed skin. It was the same sensation as having a high fever and chills simultaneously.

His kiss grew deeper, and our tongues danced. Ron was an expert at this, but I wasn’t that bad myself. His moans into my mouth said so.

My hands grazed his muscular arms. I took a deep breath.

He smelled heavenly against my face. Like a baby angel. I wanted to embrace him, feel his body along mine, but he grabbed my wrists, and with his soft hands, pinned me against the wall. The fabric of Ron’s pants stretched as his arousal grew, I could feel it against my leg. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. His mouth mapped down my neck and he stopped in that one place he shouldn’t have. I could barely stand, my knees went so weak. His teeth Rize Escort Bayan scraped my clavicle.

It was time to go or things were going to get really dirty, really fast.

I realized Ron had already paid the bill because he pulled me over to the car and with a quick wave to the bartender, ushered me in. I gauged if he was okay to drive, but the man held his liquor like a Russian. Not an inkling of being inebriated.

I couldn’t contain my delight at being with him. My hotel was still a distance off, so I honestly didn’t know where he was taking me. I had the impression that he was content at just driving around.

At every stop sign in the darkness of the back streets, he’d turn to me, one hand on my thigh. High school driver’s education warned about this. I almost laughed to myself, he was so cute.

He leaned in at yet another crossroads and put his mouth to my ear. His voice took a serious tone.

“I don’t want to do something untoward …I have to admit I can’t wait to get to your hotel. I want you now. Please, tell me what you desire.”

I kissed him back as a response and put a hand on his groin. “I want you. It doesn’t matter. If you wish we can stop on the way.” Ron nodded, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

Shortly after, we pulled off the road into a dingy motel. Never have I seen anyone make a transaction so quickly. Before I knew it, we were at the door of Room 14, and though this wasn’t by definition romantic, that’s not what either one of us wanted. I was just shocked it had gone in this direction and that my own bravura had so firmly taken over.

As soon as the doors closed behind us, he pulled me to him by tugging at my shirt. Ron took possession of my mouth, this time more forcefully and with more persistence. My hands grabbed his firm ass and his toned body crashed into mine. It almost knocked the breath out of me.

I could feel his manhood stir as he pulled off my top, revealing my sheer black bra. In a microsecond that was gone, too. Like a magic trick. Poof! He took in the view of my ample breasts before drawing near, flicking his tongue on my large nipples. My pussy clenched. His barely audible moans vibrating against me, I kneaded him over his pants. I felt a lake between my legs.

Ron pulled the covers off with one hand while still locked with my chest. “I want to be inside you,” he breathed. I fell back and found myself helping him to remove my pants. Small detail. I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As soon as he realized this, he grinned. “Okay, now you’re in trouble.”

I lay there, chest heaving, elbows propped up on the bed. He was transfixed. His lascivious nature was very apparent.

“God, you are beautiful.” I wished it was darker, I didn’t feel so at ease in my skin. I almost wanted to cover myself, but instead I mustered courage and my foot found its way to his crotch, teasing his erection. I sat up and smiled.

“Can I help you with that?” I whispered as my hands reached for the button and zipper. It didn’t take long before the clothing fell to the floor. I was impressed by his perfect body, and he was less hairy than I expected. Except for that small, blond trail that lead to his glorious manhood, now just inches from my lips.

I was still sitting on the bed and I took advantage of the position by slipping his length into my mouth. He let out a loud, guttural groan as my nails dug into his buttocks to get a better grip.

With one hand on my head guiding me, he used the other to push open my knees. His cock pushed even further down my throat as he drew near. It fit perfectly and he tasted so, so good.

“That’s it, …” he sighed. “Oh Jesus, like that…” His thrusts more demanding, I cupped his balls and licked up and down his shaft. A tease of the tip and he was back throat fucking me. Tears came to my eyes, but I didn’t gag. I never did.

For a second, he pulled my hair in a physical reaction to the orgasm building in his abdomen, but then he gently let go. I felt his cum shoot down my throat in a hot river.

“Fuck” was all I heard him say, as I passed my finger along the side of my mouth. There was nothing left, just spit. I had swallowed all of him.

Ron looked down at me, lust and hunger in his light sea eyes. His erection had not waned one Escort Rize bit. He actually seemed more..substantial if anything else.

Placing his arms around my shoulders, he turned me, and I found myself bent over the edge of the bed. Strong fingers pulled apart my legs and I felt a licking from my neck all the way down my spine. It was tortuously slow. He managed to stop and bite each of my back tattoos.

“Open wider for me, baby” he ordered, as he slid in his index and middle fingers. I did as asked and seconds later felt an incredible wetness and heat in my folds. I raised my eyes and saw him in the reflection of the mirror in front of us.

I wasn’t seeing things very clearly, mind you, as my vision was beginning to swim from the pleasure flooding my body. I could see the top of his head gyrating.

He pushed my ass up with his hands and explored my sex, burying his face in me.

One finger circled my clitoris and the other hand moved in an even rhythm inside me as his mouth followed with quick, teasing brushes. Two fingers became four. I felt something akin to an earthquake go through me as I wet his face and hands with my satisfaction. I couldn’t scream because I felt paralyzed. It hurt to breathe. All I wanted now was for him to penetrate me.

I turned my head and asked “What do you want me from me? I want you to tell me.”

Ron lifted his gaze towards mine and slapped my ass cheek with an open palm.

“I want to fuck you, hard. First in the ass, then in the pussy. Just to switch things up.”

Without warning, he pulled my legs up higher on the bed, propping a pillow under my knees, and with my lower half lifted in the air, he slid two fingers into my dripping pussy, and then stuck them into my anus.

Ron pushed them in, my muscle stretching for him. Back and forth until he added a third finger.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby, so you tell me if it is, okay?” His voice had grown soft, gentle. I heard a wrapper crinkle.

Before I could answer, he placed himself at my opening and pushed in. I gasped. I fixated on his eyes and kept my gaze on him through the mirror, as much as I could keep my eyes open, anyway. His dick was the definition of sex…in his intent and his fury. It burned into me, pushing harder and deeper until even my uterus felt it. I wished it could have filled me up even further. I pressed back and felt him go in until his balls.

At this point, the pain wasn’t pain at all. It was a masochistic need and I kept calling his name, “Ron, harder Ron. Fuck me harder.” I didn’t care if the neighbors of this shitty motel heard us. I just wanted to be torn in two by his thick, hot member.

His nails gripped my hips and he no longer pulled out. I could hear and feel the slap of his balls against me as he buried himself inside my ass.

The more I pleaded, the more violently he beat into me. I wanted it all and so much more.

Then, he pulled out suddenly, growling “Change of position” as he took me by the waist, lifted me up, and slammed me into the wall to the left of the bed. Something within me shook.

I wrapped my legs around him. We fit back together, this time his force entering my slit, and the pounding recommenced. My huge breasts bouncing up and down, he tore into my neck over and over and I dug my nails into his back until he moaned through gritted teeth, “I want you so…Jesus you feel so good. Come for me again, baby. Do it.”

My screams of pleasure made harmony with his, and the effort of his movements made a painting fall across the room. He licked my chest and gnawed my clavicle like an animal. My hands were all over his body, I didn’t know where to grab next.

It wasn’t clear who came first and it didn’t matter. It was something that rattled us both to the core. I stopped counting the pulsations when I got to seven. He had made me come inside and out.

Afterward, we fell spent onto the sheets. I pulled him near, his cock, reddened and glistening from the exertion, rested on his groin and stomach. He took my hand in his and kissed it gently. The sound and fury had passed and here had returned the docile prince.

His demeanor changed completely and as he sweetly pressed his lips to mine I wondered how strange this all had been. I had so many questions in my mind but I didn’t want to ruin this moment. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him, nuzzling his head against my shoulder. “Same time next year?”

I chuckled in response. “Of course, but I am still here for another week.”

Ron grinned. “Guess I will be taking my vacation.”

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The morning actually began the day before, when we agreed that I would come over after her husband left for work – showering together before she took me to my morning classes at the university. Between me working full-time and attending college full-time – and also being married, my schedule can be quite full, requiring us to get it whenever we can. Leaving my house, I drove to where I’d await her page telling me the coast was clear. My arousal was already heightened by the neighborhood liquor store’s adult video section by the time the page arrived.

I knew it was going to be a fun morning when I pulled up to her house. Sabrosa sauntered onto the driveway, and to make sure I knew she was ready and waiting, she opened her bathrobe. Seeing her tender naked flesh exposed in public – her perky tits and shaved muff – just about made me cum before even turning off my car. Once parked, I pulled her behind the fence and opened her robe to expose one of those luscious breasts for inspection and suction. Her laughter and moans mixed together to encourage us to move as quickly as possible to the morning’s events.

Once inside the house, we pressed our bodies together in ravenous kisses, my crotch seeking to know any contact possible with her nakedness. Stepping to the bedroom, I disrobed her, glorying in her tasty beauty. Sabrosa uses only the best skincare, so her nude body glows all the more as she smiles over our heated Rize Escort passions. Pushing me to my back after pulling off my shirt, she clawed at the clothing holding back our shared nakedness. A surprised smile crossed her face when she saw I wasn’t wearing any underwear to contain my trimmed package. Sabrosa loves to greet and love my cock by taking it into her mouth and engulfing it – a practice to which I never object. She flew to my engorging penis, her hands rubbing my balls and ass, teasing my asshole with a finger. After exciting me, she slowly stopped and gave me a cute smile and a contented little growl. Looking at the time, she got up and bade me follow her.

Making our way to the shower, she made it just as we both like: hot. Soon the bathroom filled with the steam of heated water and passions. Her body glowed even more with the heat, and the water dripping off her body beckoned my attention to her sweet sex. Taking her razor, I applied some of her special soap to the area and began to gently pull the sharped tool across her skin. Hearing her gasp as the blade slid over her slick mound, I carefully sliced the stubble peeking through the skin, leaving her tenderbox smooth to the touch. After rinsing her glistening tenderness, I moved close and covered it with soothing kisses. Again, she gasped and moaned in an increasing chorus, as my lips met her mounting pleasure.

Ensuring our Rize Escort Bayan time was maximized, Sabrosa grabbed us towels and lead me back to the bed. Laying me down, she took a small bottle of fine oil and rubbed it onto her middle finger of her right hand, while her left hand went to my balls and her mouth to my still-moist cock. As I entered the trance-like state of erotic pleasure, with her lips and tongue dancing on my excited meat, she took that finger and began to work it into my anus. Soon, I felt the welcome intruder make its way inside and press against the gland, encouraging my trip to ecstasy. As her mouth moved up and down on my grateful rigidness, her finger in me played the pressure of my rhythm.

With my groin engaged in the building orgasm, the moans of climax moved ever outward with increasing power. It was as if the coming bursts would never arrive, my pleasure centers overloaded in the present’s “not yet” – but anticipating the emerging promise. The moans began to roar out from deep within me, and my excitement encouraged hers all the more. Her finger raging inside, her other hand massaging my aching balls, and her mouth at full throttle pulling the cum from deep inside me, Sabrosa’s excitement also rose as she heard my gutteral cries of pleasure. Filling the room with a symphony of orgasmic release, I fired the first burst of my sexual essence, and she kept pushing and pulling Escort Rize the cum from deep within me. Within moments, the second and larger blast forced its way through the tunnel and shot into her frenetic suction. Sabrosa’s moaning matched mine as her mouth continued to make love to my naked gun, now finishing its third heated cum-spray into her voracious drawings. Sensing that the waves of pleasure had finished overwhelming me, she slowed her oral lovemaking and soon released my tenderized meat with a series of long and slow licks while looking up to my contented face. Each pass over the rim on the head evoked a tiny post-cum flinch.

Her lithe, moist body moved up to meet mine and she lay down on top of me, our naked bodies enjoying the pleasure of the moment. I received her warmth in a moment of stolen time. The clock told us both to get dressed and leave, as class was starting in five minutes.

On the way to class, I could not keep my eyes off of her glowing beauty as she drove. She was absolutely radiant, this love-goddess who knows the pleasing touch of loving. Getting out of the car was next to impossible.

Stumbling into class thirty minutes late, I found a seat at the back of the room. After the extreme pleasure of the morning, concentrating was both easier and more difficult. It was all I could do not to turn to the guy sitting next to me and say, “Dude, I just got the world’s greatest blowjob!”

Spending the afternoon together, Sabrosa glowed and laughed with me over my struggle. “Hey, you should have told him! He’d probably love it!”

And you know something? She’s undoubtedly correct, because this woman understands a man’s sexual enjoyment!

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