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The Craig’s List ad under W4M read, “5’6″, tall, fit, active red-head (with bottle help), 55, educated, set in her ways, looking for non-clingy, non-smoking, active, passionate man. Occasional dinners, trips to the museum, cooking together, quiet evenings and lots of active surprises. Not every day. Pic for Pic. Tell me about yourself, I’ll answer your questions. Kids grown and gone but caregiver for adult. Right person will know what that means.”

I had given up on ever finding someone again. I had never answered such an ad or ever seriously looked for a FWB. For some reason, this ad was different.

Hi Red,

Yea that’s me in the picture two months ago. My ego tells me I’m more handsome that that. I’m a caregiver too. Vacillate between running away and giving up to being a martyr. I’m in the black humor stage. Interested in everything, too active, shoot pool, take care of house and yard, writer, active in museum and zoo. I miss touching and talking the most. Second, I miss dining out and having a friend to share passions with. Don’t smoke. My doc, 20 years my junior, says I’m healthier than he is. Years ago, I was an electronics engineer and then used MBA to do well in management. Enough about me, now, it is your turn. Pic? Your passions? Your stage? Food you like? Do I challenge you to a cooking contest? Educated, it shows, but in what? Please call me Jim, if you answer back.

I looked for an answer for three days. None came. That was not unusual on Craig’s List; so many ads are scams, bots or phishing.

About eleven p.m. I relieved the baby sitter. My pool playing had only been average but I blew off enough steam to keep from going postal for another couple of days. When I checked my email, I got a pleasant surprise.

Jim,

My junk mail program blocked you. Damn I’m efficient. Found you today among Viagra ads — shouldn’t the name Sharon be a flag? Big East Coast University, B.A. in communication. Now I text message and email so much, I don’t even remember how to spell. …………….

Her email was long, informative, made her sound very interesting, strong, opinionated and playful. My kind of girl. She gave of herself but wanted some answers that would surely drive her away. What the hell. I started my reply:

Sharon,

Yes, I’m married. I’ve been the caregiver for my wife for fourteen years. She has Parkinson’s, is in a wheelchair, heavily medicated and has lots of related medical issues. I have nursing help so I can schedule getaways. I’m a little older than you, but you will not be able to keep up with me.

After my deal breaker “I’m married,” I continued and answered all her questions. We seemed to have a lot in common. I told her about hiring women to be my date for business, dinner and social functions. I told her that once I took my niece but got the “dirty old man” looks from all the up-tight museum bitties. Then I took my shot:

Even with all that baggage, I’m going to ask you to have an early breakfast with me some morning on your way to work. You name the place and I’ll be there. My name is Jim Carlson and I live in the northwest part of the city.

The next day she responded, “You don’t waste any time do you?” and to my surprise she agreed and we met a few days later for breakfast. She was delightful, bright, pretty, sexy and wonderfully female.

“Sharon, you did not answer some of the things I asked you in my emails.” She knew exactly what I was asking, yet she said, “What did I not answer?”

“Who do you provide care for, where do you live, all that stuff.”

“I too am married. My husband has Alzheimer’s. We live with his sister. She cares for him while I am at work. My income and insurance keep us afloat. Tom’s care has sapped all our savings. We live almost in the center of town; we have three kids — a girl and two boys. None of them live within a hundred miles or want any part of helping with their father’s care.”

There was a note of bitterness in her voice. “I’ve been to several conventions. I’ve always been amazed how few families are involved. In fact, many people with diseases are going it alone or are in care facilities. I’m sure it is even worse with Alzheimer’s. Does Tom know who you and his sister are?”

“Honed right in didn’t you? Most of the time. He is right at that stage.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hit a nerve. That must be horrible.”

We talked for quite a while then Sharon asked, “Do you have to rush off?”

“Not at all, but I know it is a work day for you.”

She excused herself from the table. When she returned she surprised me, “I called in saying I would be late today. I hope you do not mind visiting a while longer.”

I had not enjoyed breakfast so much in years. When Sharon finally had to go to work, I walked her to the car, took her hand and looked into her eyes, “Thank you.”

“Thank you for what?”

“For being who you said you were. For looking like your picture and for giving me your company for a wonderful breakfast.”

Her urla escort eyes teared up. “Jim, I wanted to say exactly the same to you. Can we meet for breakfast again?”

“Yes, we can. Today is Thursday. Can you ever get away on the weekend?”

“Yes.”

“How about we meet for a picnic at the rose garden on Saturday? I’ll bring everything. You just bring you so I can look at you and talk with you. Until then I’ll ………”

“You’ll what?”

I could see the concern in her eyes that she must have uncovered a pervert. “I was going too far, too fast. I enjoyed this morning too much. I was going to foolishly add, “Dream of your company until Saturday.””

Sharon, leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, got into her car, rolled the window down and cranked the engine. Before she put it into gear she said, “I’ll email you about Saturday.”

This could have been a big mistake, but I reached into my pocket and handed her my card, “Call me on my cell instead. Use a pay phone if you do not want me to know your number.”

She looked puzzled as she drove away.

I did not hear from her on Friday so I figured the picnic was off. About nine a.m. on Saturday, my cell phone rang, “Can we have the picnic this afternoon about three?”

“If you are going to be there, I’ll be there at two in the morning.”

“You are silly but sweet. Thank you for wanting me to feel safe with you.”

“You are welcome. Today, I’ll answer anything you ask me. I want you to run away soon, if you have to. Before I completely fall for you.”

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence on the phone, then she said, “Jim, I felt it too. Scary. It happened so fast. I’ll see you at three at the main gate of the garden.”

I had barely hung up when she called back. “I’ll be out near your house later. Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Great idea. You can see where I live. Come by when you are ready.”

Sharon loved the house, the water feature with the koi pond, the garden and was shocked by the art in my office. For the time being, I offered no comments. My wife was asleep but Sharon did meet her day care companion.

Sharon was quiet as she drove us to the park. I think she felt safer driving.

The picnic basket was a fun treasure hunt for her. I served her and treated her like royalty. She blushed when I removed her shoes and rubbed her feet briefly after she had sat down on the soft, thick blanket that served as our table and chairs. We were comfortable in the shade under a weeping willow tree, on a knoll, in a secluded section of the park. It seemed cool but it was in the mid-eighties. When I opened the second bottle of wine, I asked her, “So do you have any questions for me?”

“Why do you think I have questions?”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Then ask me while we are relaxed, alone and have time for long answers.”

“Have you done this a lot?”

“No. I haven’t been with a woman for five years. I haven’t been with any woman other than my wife in twenty-five years. She has urged me to go out, find someone but I haven’t.”

“But you were reading the ads and answered mine?”

“Sex was a major part of my life until my wife got sick. I’ve found a hundred ways to keep the fantasy and my interest alive. I have read ads, erotic stories, written stories for the internet, corresponded with people who provided feedback to my stories, gone to strip clubs, flirted and gone to lunch with female friends but that is all.”

“You seem so confidant with me and everything. You seem well off?”

“I was successful in business, still own a couple and have real estate holdings so I was able to retire at 50 when my wife got sick. I am used to being in charge. I am dominate sexually and really enjoy female company. I am not intimidated by the opposite sex.”

“All those erotic pictures in your office?”

“Mostly fantasy. I like mermaids as you saw. Almost every picture was the inspiration for a story. I’ll give you a couple of sites that I write for and my pen names. You can read some of them and then run for the hills.”

“Why do you keep thinking, I will run away from you?”

“I gather that sex fantasies are not comfortable for you? You probably think I’m a pervert and I scare you. I grew up in foreign countries. Usually, I keep my own counsel because sex is as natural as breathing to me. I’ve heard these questions before and usually my answers do not put me in a good light.”

“It’s just that I’ve never been exposed to such images.”

“You’re married with three kids, have grandchildren, a computer, female friends and an imagination. What could have been new to you?”

“The kids are Tom’s; I’m the late blooming step-mom and was a spinster schoolteacher up until then.”

“I didn’t realize that Sharon. I like your company and I like looking at you. Please let me slow my too blunt answers down.”

“Don’t do that, just answer things for me. Bondage and pain? kemalpaşa escort Are you into that?”

“No, definitely not. You are thinking about some of the Sorayama prints. I like the idea that a woman might trust her lover enough to lie back and say, “Do anything you want to me, just please me and make me cum.”

Sharon recoiled noticeably and blushed.

“Did you and Tom have a good love life before he got sick?”

“I was not very experienced. I think I expected too much and did not know what to do. Tom worked long hours and our intimate time together didn’t last long. He always seemed satisfied.”

Her answer spoke volumes. I had started in the middle and possibly done a lot of damage to our young friendship. Might as well finish it off.

“Sharon, relax with me. Say, “Stop.””

She really looked puzzled, “Stop.”

“I’m easily controlled with that word but I am hard to get started again. I will not hurt you under any condition. I have no diseases. I’m very oral and I am just dying to kiss you.”

I pushed her down onto her back, closed her eyes gently with my fingertips and stroked her neck, hair and ears lightly. She was expecting a kiss. It was coming, but not yet. My lips followed my fingers across her neck, face and ears. Her body was already betraying her mind. I pressed lightly on her chin until her mouth opened slightly. Our first kiss was soft and sweet. As I pulled away my tongue flicked out and tickled her lips. That surprised her and she inhaled. I helped her breathe by pressing my lips to hers and letting my breath fill her lungs. As that sensation waned, I slipped my tongue into her mouth with one word, “Suck.” Tentatively, she nursed. “Now, give me yours.” Sharon liked her tongue in my mouth and I sucked and licked at it. Over the next few minutes we learned to kiss and enjoy each other’s tastes. Still she was holding back. Afraid she would offend, do something wrong or lose control. I rolled over pulling her on top of me.

“Kiss me, Sharon, if you want to. Any way you want to.”

She was puzzled but let her lips copied what I had done. She swallowed a lot, self-conscious of her saliva.

“Don’t swallow. Let me taste the wonderful wetness of your mouth.”

Tentatively, she kissed, shared her tongue and when I sighed because her juices flowed into me, she became more bold and assertive. Her tongue explored under my upper lip. When our combined wetness trickled on my cheek, she felt it flow from us and reached up to wipe it away. “Leave it. I enjoy feeling us flow together. Tasting us together. Your body feels wonderful on top of me. You are warm, soft and desirable.”

She forgot our kisses for a moment. She had been too preoccupied to feel our bodies touching. She liked what she felt, relaxed, breathed into me, pressed her body into me and lowered her lips to kiss even more passionately. I guided her head, letting her senses fill with the smells and taste of my neck, lips and skin. I did not touch her body with my hands, still she froze for a moment when her hips rolled and her belly pressed into my hard, pulsing cock.

I whispered into her ear quietly so my breath would urge her body on, “I enjoy what we are doing but I felt you recoil from me. It is ok. Stop, if you want.”

Sharon said, “I do not want to stop” and gave her mouth to me demanding my tongue. Her breasts thrust into my chest, asking to be caressed. At first, I touched only her left nipple, rolling it in between my fingers and my thumb. Her kiss urged me not to stop.

“I want to look at you. Sit on me, beautiful.”

Again she surprised me, she straddled my hips, letting the hot, humid spot between her legs grind into my imprisoned, twisted dick.

I reached up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slipping my hands inside to touch the newly exposed skin after each button opened. Her bra clasped in the front. Her naked breasts pushed proudly into my hands. Her hands were gripping the skin and hair on my chest for balance while she rocked her hips into me. Her eyes were closed. She arched her back, held my hands away from her chest, wanting to show me her naked breasts. I understood why. They were two perfect small C-sized cones with beaconing stiff, red, half-inch high erasers toping a half dollar sized bumpy pink circle. My mouth was watering.

“They are beautiful, Sharon. Lean forward, push one into my mouth, so I can learn to please you.”

Her eyes stayed closed, she pressed her hips hard into me, arched her back even more and leaned forward. I shifted under her so her aim would be true. The right one must be the most sensitive. It responded to my tongue more than my lips. The nipple liked to be licked all around and flicked. I held it lightly with my lips and batted it with my tongue. Her reactions did not change. I pushed her nipple gently against my front teeth and then sucked gently. She said, “Yes” and pressed into my face.

I was half-way sitting up. My stomach menderes escort muscles were complaining. I rolled her over. She helped. We were a good team. Her legs spread wider; my hips pressed my now rigid cock hard into the damp crotch of her slacks and I curled enough to properly worship first one breast and then the other.

Her breathing was becoming labored; she was limp under me willingly taking my efforts to tease her. I rolled to her right side, leaving my right leg over hers keeping her spread.

“Let your body lead, turn off you mind. Let me please you. My pants will stay on today. I only want to see you fly.” With my last word I cupped her wet pussy through her slacks. The heat surprised me. She thrust against my hand and held her hips off the ground. The button opened easily and the zipper slid down on its own. Her thin blue panties were low cut and offered no resistance as my fingers slipped over her belly button, down over her neatly trimmed red hair, paused on her clit, pressed, stroked and then moved farther down. My middle finger never slowed as it slipped smoothly to the hilt in her inviting sheath. After a few strokes in and out slipping across her button, I added a second finger. This was better for her. Unexpectedly, she moaned and began to cum. This orgasm was from bottled up need. It wasn’t a massive earth-shattering event. It just ebbed through her, leaving her still near the top.

Sharon’s cunt was still spasming, when I pulled my fingers out of her. Her hips followed, but I needed both hands to push her slacks and panties down off her legs leaving her nude, wet, exposed to the cool, shaded wind.

She started to sit up, “Someone ……..”

“Yes, they might. Let me worry about being seen. You enjoy. I need to taste her.”

“No, I might not be clean ………”

“Relax, I know what I am doing.”

That seemed to take her last resistance away. She thrust when my fingers entered her again. She thrust again when I pressed into her g-spot. She had almost relaxed when my lips closed over her clit and suckled. That caused her body to curl and her hands to settle on the back of my head. She pulled me tightly to her as I licked and nursed in time with my fingers’ short thrusts, pushing her clit from the inside to caress my lips.

Today, I would not tease her. Her body was too needy. I did not vary my strokes or the matching rhythm of my lips. Again all too quickly, she gasped, moaned, arched and wetness flowed from deep inside her body. I licked away all I could find. The more I tasted her, the drunker I felt. I needed more but she was sensitive and tried to hold me still.

“Work though the pain. I need more from you.” I could feel her struggle to endure, surrender and give me what I asked. In moments, she was helping, thrusting hard in time with my fingers. I changed my strokes to long, faster and rougher. This climax would be harder for her. I felt her tighten and I stopped all but my gentle kisses and tugs at her pussy’s lips. I could feel her frustration and resignation as her hips relaxed back into the blanket. I licked her clit, sucked it and thrust now three fingers into her. Again she curled. Again I was still until she relaxed.

Her thoughts must have been, “Will he stop again,” as my fingers began to move. She was holding back, sure I would stop. I licked and sucked at her wetness, but out of time with my fingers. Different, confusing. Soon her body did not care. It drooled, contracted, arched and groaned. Now, I timed my strokes and my sucking on her clit. Her hot thighs closed around my head, muffling sounds and warming my ears. Even so, I heard her scream. She heard that one too, but she screamed again and did not hear that one. Her body went limp, her cunt was in full spasm tugging at my fingers and pushing wonderful juices out to flow down, wasted on the blanket. I knew she could not feel it when I pulled my fingers from her and licked at her slippery tasty nectar. Her taste had me insane now. My mind traveled inside of her, licked the walls, found a fountain and I slumped down drunk with my face glistening. My hips pumped into the blanket and I started to cum in my pants. I did not care. My mind was inside of her, my taste buds were full of her and I pictured, even felt, her sucking cunt swallowing my cum.

I laid my head on her sleeping belly and enjoyed the layers and layers of beauty that filled my thoughts. I hoped she was feeling the same and would not laugh that a mature man came in his pants. No, it was ok if she did, as long as I could taste her again.

I recovered, licked across her pussy again. She did not react. I covered her with the blanket and began to clean up our picnic, leaving the last of the wine. She would be thirsty when she awoke.

In about thirty minutes, I raised her head and slipped under her. She was trying to wake up but was groggy and started to speak. “No, pretty one, stay quiet, rest in my arms, drift and enjoy the feelings in your body.”

After another twenty minutes, her eyes opened, she snuggled but did not speak.

Finally she spoke, “That was amazing, but it was all for me.”

“No it wasn’t. You let me touch you, kiss you, taste you. Your body took control of me and gave me it greatest gifts. You made me cum with just the taste and sight of you.”

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Part 4

Time Flies When You Are Having Fun!

Several months had elapsed since Sue’s boyfriend abandoned her and her subsequent transition to a high-priced escort. She was very happy with her situation and was now very happy that her ex left her. She and her lover, Mel, had purchased a penthouse condo from two of their clients and were ecstatic with their new digs. During the warmer months, they would sun bathe nude on their terrace and Mel had noticed quite a few telescopes directed their way from the surrounding high rise buildings.

Sue had been kept busy by her boss Margo with, usually, two dates per week with visiting business men, dignitaries and other well to do clients. They have run the gamut of shy unassuming men to butch women. Her most challenging date was with a severely obese man with an extremely small penis. He was an exceptionally nice man and Sue managed to give him the experience of a life time. He was so thankful that he tipped her $5,000. Life was very good for Sue.

The week before Thanksgiving, Sue got a call from Bill Bailey, her very first client. When Sue answered his call, she said, “Bill! It’s so nice to hear from you. Are you coming for a visit?”

“No,” Bill replied, “You’re going to visit me in New York. I have filed suit, on your behalf, against Todd Turner for fraud and palimony. Our court date is for the 12th of December. I’ll take care of your lodgings and transportation to and from LaGuardia.”

“Oh wow! I had forgotten all about the legal action you were going to pursue. That’s great, Bill. I’ve never been to New York City before. Maybe I can do a little Christmas shopping while there.”

Bill laughed and said, “I would be happy to show you around town and go shopping with you.”

The 12th was on a Thursday this year, so she planned to fly out on Wednesday and return on Sunday. She informed Margo of her unavailability during this time frame. It sounded as though Bill was pretty confident about their case against her ex which made her smile. Several days later, she got a text from her second date, Wade, a VP with a large computer company. He informed her that he had some friends hack into Todd’s computer system and discovered links to child porn sites and loads of child porn pictures on his computer. “If you would like to really fuck this guy over, I can let slip some information to the right people so his ass gets landed in prison for a long time,” Wade said.

Sue laughed and said, “The whole child porn thing makes sense because he made me shave my pussy to make me look like a little girl. What a total fucking creep. Thanks for the info Wade, but I’ll let my attorney who is suing him for fraud decide what to do. So, when are you coming back here to visit?”

Wade laughed and said, “As soon as I can. Things have been pretty busy here because we have a new product unveiling coming up. Have you been well?”

“I’ve never been better. You?” Sue asked.

“Just working too hard, but I like that. I’ll give you a heads up when I plan to be in your area again.”

Thanksgiving turned out to be a very slow time because their usual clients stayed at home. Margo hosted a Thanksgiving dinner for all of her girls which Sue enjoyed because she had only met 2 of the others in the past. All of the girls were very nice and were all beautiful. Sue and Mel enjoyed the day talking and comparing notes about different clients and, for the most part, none of the comments were particularly negative. The only client that seemed to be universally disliked was a guy named Ed. Apparently, he had a tendency to be very demeaning and cruel and the girls didn’t like that.

It turned out, Sue was assigned to have a date with Ed on the weekend before she was due to go to New York. As Sue was wont to do, she decided not to dwell on the negative, but to make the best of the situation as it presented itself. She was to meet Ed at the bar of The Grand Hotel at 7pm on Saturday evening. As she walked into the bar, she caught the eye of every man in the place. She had on an evening gown that showed off her assets in a sexy yet subtle way. Nobody approached her, so she made her way to the bar and ordered a Pepsi. Thirty minutes after their scheduled rendezvous, a smallish guy walked into the bar and then walked over to her and asked, “Are you Sue?”

Sue saw immediately what the other girls had talked about. This guy was a little prick and was very rude, so Sue decided to give him a little of his own medicine. “Maybe, who are you?” she asked.

“I’m Ed, aren’t we supposed to meet?”

“Yeah, 30 minutes ago. I was on time and you weren’t, I didn’t get an apology for your tardiness and I don’t abide by rudeness, so I’m seriously thinking of calling it a night.”

Ed began getting red in the face and said, a little too loudly, “You can’t do that! I bought you for the evening!”

Sue turned on her stool, looked Ed in the eye and said, “Yes, I’m a prostitute and I will admit it freely because I, generally, like my clients. But, I’m Tire Escort not a loser like you who has to buy sex and affection. Because nobody will have sex with you of their own free will excludes you from the ability to demean, be rude, or to treat the women, who have condescended to take your money to give you some pleasure, in a hurtful way. People don’t like being treated like shit Ed. I’ll give you 5 minutes to make this right or I’m out of here. So, leave the bar, return and try again.”

Ed’s face was getting redder by the moment as he was being chastised by this whore, but he was really horny and she looked like she was serious. He swallowed his pride, turned and walked out of the bar. He calmed himself down, returned to Sue’s side and said, “You must be Sue. Sorry I’m late, I’m Ed.”

Sue was about to tell him goodnight when the woman who was sitting next to Sue turned and said, “That was damn near as bad as the first time. If I was you honey, I’d blow this clown off and save yourself a night of grief.”

Ed’s face now turned crimson as he screamed, “Who the fuck are you?”

Sue laughed and said, “You’re right! I’ll bet you that every meal or drink that he has ever been served has been spit in by every waiter and barkeeper he has encountered!”

The woman got off her stool and stood next to Ed. She reached into her hand bag, pulled out a wallet and then flashed her badge. “My name is detective Elizabeth Chan with the City police department. I’ll give you 10 seconds to leave the premises or I’ll charge you with intent to proposition for sex.”

Ed’s face turned white now as he realized that he was barking at a cop. He started to say something while pointing at Sue, thought wiser of it, turned on his heel and nearly ran from the bar.

Liz sat back on her stool, stuck out her and said, “I’m Liz and don’t worry, I won’t arrest you or anything.”

Sue smiled and said, “I’m Sue and I’m happy you won’t, but you would have a hard time making a case since no money exchanged hands…well, unless you happened to be recording our conversation.”

Laughing, Liz said, “I just came in here for a drink on my night off. Normally, I would have ignored you two, but that guy really irritated me and I loved the way you were dealing with him. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Only if you will let me buy you dinner,” Sue replied.

The two women spent an enjoyable evening together eating and talking. Sue learned a lot about being a woman on the police force and Liz learned a lot about Sue’s profession. They exchanged phone numbers and left each other with a hug.

When Sue got home, she texted Margo about her evening with Ed and how she ended up dining with a police detective. Margo sympathized with her about Ed and said she would no longer accept his business.

On the day of her flight to New York, Mel gave her a ride to the airport. She checked-in, checked her bag and made her way to her departure gate. Sue had purchased a first-class seat on a non-stop to LaGuardia and really enjoyed the service on the flight. She was sitting next to a business man who talked her ear off while sneaking peeks at her breasts. She had worn a sheer see-through shirt with a vest over the top. When they arrived in New York, the temperatures were quite cold compared to where Sue lived, so she had bought a long, warm overcoat which came down to her ankles. As she went outside with her limo driver, she decided she needed to buy some boots to keep her feet warm.

Bill had booked her into the Plaza and a suite that overlooked Central Park. Once she was in her room, she called Bill to say that she had arrived and to thank him for getting her such a nice room. Bill explained that they wouldn’t be able to get together this night, because he had some business to take care of, but would come to get her in the morning to go to the court house. Sue told him, “I understand and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

It was early evening, so Sue went down to the lobby and asked the concierge if there was a store nearby where she could get some boots for the colder weather. He directed her to a nearby shop and was assisted by a young woman about her own age. She purchased a nice, warm pair of boots and walked around the area for a little while. It all seemed so familiar because of the movies she had seen that were shot around this area. Finally, she returned to her hotel and decided to have her dinner sent to her room and then an early night to bed.

The next morning, Sue woke up to a cloudy and snowy day. As she was eating breakfast, Bill called to tell her he would pick her up in an hour, so they could head for the courthouse. She was excited to see Bill again and was hopeful that they would succeed in their suit against her ex, Todd. She waited out front of the hotel at the appointed hour waiting for Bill. As she waited, she struck up a conversation with the doorman, “I don’t get to see snowfall very often. It doesn’t snow where I live in Southern California. It’s quite lovely to Torbalı Escort watch.”

At about this time, Bill had pulled up in front of the hotel and beeped his horn to get her attention. The doorman escorted her to Bill’s car and opened the door for her and offered his hand to assist her with climbing in the car. She thanked the doorman and then turned her attention to Bill, “It’s nice to see you again. How have you been?”

Bill smiled and said, “It’s great to see you again as well. I’ve been great and very busy with work. I should brief you on what to expect today. There will be a single judge who will determine the case. Our case is that Mr. Turner had promised to marry you after having you support him through college and when he had finished reneged on your verbal contract and left you while taking the money that you earned and saddling you with a high interest credit card debt. I will present the note he left you as evidence and will have you testify on your own behalf. Mr. Turner’s attorney will have an opportunity to question you as well. Don’t worry about what he asks, just tell the truth when you answer his questions. Okay?”

Sue smiled and replied, “Okay. There’s something else I should tell you. One of my other clients decided he wanted to try and help me as well. He works for a major computer company and had someone hack into Todd’s computer. It turns out that he is in possession of a lot of child pornography. I told him that I would talk to you about what to do about it. So, what do you think?”

Bill had a very big smile on his face and replied, “You really wanted to marry this creep? I tell you what, we will pursue this lawsuit first and if we win a sizable sum we will sit on the other news until we have garnished all the money we can out of him. When that well dries up, we will let your friend drop his bomb and see to it that he goes to prison for a good long time. Does that sound good to you?”

Sue laughed and said, “That sounds perfect. I can’t believe I wanted to marry him either, now. Back then I was naïve and in love. Now I know better. By the way, will you be able to spend the night with me tonight? I made a promise to you which I intend to keep.”

Bill looked at Sue with confusion and asked, “You made a promise to me?”

“I did, I promised that you could have my ass all night the next time we were together. You were a gentleman that first time, though I knew you really wanted my ass that time. I like to keep my promises, especially to people I like.”

Bill’s grin got larger and said, “I remember now. Well, I wouldn’t want you to break a promise either. I hadn’t planned to spend the night because I hadn’t made arrangements with Margo.”

“Tonight is all on me. It’s what you would call a ‘quid pro quo’, I believe, and is ‘pro bono’.”

Bill was laughing hysterically and when he calmed down he said, “I would be happy to accept your invitation.” Bill began pulling into a parking garage and said, “We’re here. Again, don’t be nervous and just tell the truth. We have right on our side.”

The two stood together in the lobby awaiting the opening of the courtroom. Sue saw Todd on the far side of the lobby with, she assumed, his attorney. As she looked at him, all she felt now was the deepest loathing and she hoped that over the years he would be brought to his knees by what was going to happen to him. At one point, Todd looked up, saw Sue and smiled at her causing Sue to frown and shake her head. Bill saw the exchange and pulled Sue close to him and turned her so she wouldn’t have to look at the pervert. Finally, the courtroom doors opened, so Bill ushered her to their seats at the plaintiffs table.

Sue sat in her chair next to Bill and looked around the courtroom. There were a handful of people in the room and Sue couldn’t think why they were there. A short time later, the bailiff entered, called everyone to rise for the Judge and announced the case of Higgins vs. Turner. When the judge took her seat, Bill indicated that Sue could now sit.

Bill started off formalities with his opening statement about how Todd had promised to marry Sue in exchange for her providing a home for him during his years in college. He presented the note that Todd had left and copies of Sue’s bank statement that showed Todd having withdrawn all of the money from their checking account and the maxing out of their credit card.

Todd’s attorney made his case that there was no firm contract and that people fall out of love all of the time. He tried to make the case that Sue had driven Todd from their home by becoming over possessive and threatening. Sue couldn’t believe that Todd would tell such brazen lies in a court of law and she whispered her concerns to Bill. He just smiled and said, “It’s obvious that they are desperate and will try anything. Don’t worry, all of the evidence is in our favor.”

Sue was called to testify by the defense attorney and asked her when exactly had Todd promised to marry her. Sue smiled and rattled off the Urla Escort date. The attorney asked how she could be so precise, so Sue pulled a diary out of her bag and said, “I kept a diary. I put everything in it. You are welcome to review it if you would like.”

Todd’s case began to unravel like a cheap sweater as Bill went in for the kill. Finally, Todd’s attorney asked if he and Bill could meet with the judge in chambers. Bill smiled and said that that would be no problem. He whispered to Sue saying, “He’s going to want to settle because he hasn’t a leg to stand on. If you are okay with it, I’ll listen to what he wants to offer, but I think anything under 2 million will be refused. I think we can take this schmuck to the cleaners and will ask to put all of his holdings on hold so that he can’t declare bankruptcy to dodge paying us. Sit tight and I’ll be right back.”

Bill and Todd’s attorney adjourned to the judge’s chambers where Todd’s attorney did exactly what Bill said he would do. He offered to settle for $250,000 dollars to which Bill scoffed and said that his client wouldn’t settle for anything less than $5,000,000. Todd’s attorney made a few more paltry offers to which Bill said no and that he would be happy with a determination by the court.

When all was said and done, the judge found in favor of Sue to the tune of $5 million. The judge, also, put a hold on all of Todd’s assets and that a representative hired by the court would assess Todd’s holdings and would arrange for the garnishment of Todd’s earnings until the dollar amount was reached with a 10% interest rate until all compensation had been made.

With the news, Sue hugged Bill and thanked him profusely. “I trust your payment comes out of the settlement?”

Bill acknowledged that it did but he wasn’t going to take his usual fee, but would only take what he owed people from behind the scenes who helped with the case. “I want you to keep as much as you can because you deserve it. I have plenty of money, I just took the case because I like you and I don’t like people who take advantage of others. Let’s grab some lunch and celebrate our victory!”

The couple went to lunch at an upscale restaurant near the courthouse. They enjoyed a nice meal with a bottle of wine as they talked about what they had been up to since they were last together. As they drank more wine, the conversation got naughtier and naughtier until the couple were ready to pounce on each other in the restaurant. Bill hailed a cab since he had so much wine and told the cabby to take them to the Plaza. When they got into the room, they began making out like teenagers just inside the door. They kissed very passionately until Sue asked to be excused for a few minutes. Sue told Bill to get naked while she went into the bathroom to freshen up a little bit.

Bill waited in the parlor of Sue’s room patiently while she was in the bathroom. His erection began to wane a bit as he waited and skimmed through a magazine. When Sue, finally, reemerged, his erection returned in an instant as he admired Sue’s naked beauty. The two embraced again and kissed with fervor for several minutes until Bill broke the kiss and said, “By the way, I love your new haircut and your piercings are fantastic. You look more beautiful than ever.”

Sue smiled and replied, “Thank you. So, are you ready to collect the promise I made you?” Sue could feel Bill’s erection twitch as she mentioned her promise of a night of anal sex. “Normally, I would suck you off in order for you to remain hard for longer in my ass, but since all you are going to do is fuck my bottom I don’t see a need. So, come on, I’m just dying to have you deep inside me fucking me hard!”

Bill was getting so enervated by Sue’s talk that he picked her up and took her to the bedroom and then dropped her on the bed. She had reached under a pillow where she had stashed a large tube of KY lubricant, handed it to Bill and said, “Lube me up and then have your way with my ass! I want you to ravage me and make me your little anal whore!”

Bill took the tube of lubricant, pushed Sue’s legs up so her knees were up around her ears making her anus easily available, her squirted some lube on her rosebud and worked it around and then lubed up his hard-on. He couldn’t remember ever being as hard or lustful as he was feeling at that moment. He thought to himself, ‘This woman is incredible and brings out the animal in me. It’s time to plunge into that little anus of hers and give her what she wants!’

Bill lined his cock up with Sue’s backdoor and paused for a second while looking at Sue. She was staring back at him with nothing but lust in her eyes as she said, “Bill, just plow into me! I want you in my ass so bad. Just fuck me as hard as you can, now!” Bill figured that Sue knew what she wanted, so he thrust forward into Sue’s rectum burying himself to the hilt in one motion.

“FUCK YEAH,” Sue cried out! “FUCK MY ASS BILL! FUCK IT HARD!”

Bill had wanted this since their first ‘date’. She was so innocent looking, yet, so carnal that she drove him mad with lust and lasciviousness. Her ass was so tight and hot as he began banging away with everything he had. He looked, again, into Sue’s eyes and saw nothing but pure licentiousness in her desires, like she was going to suck all of her pleasure from Bill’s body.

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Whenever I look ahead at my work schedule and see travel I get a sinking feeling. I really don’t like it, I don’t like the airports, I don’t like the conferences and I don’t like the hotels. The seminars always fail to capture me and never present anything I couldn’t have read from my bench. The ceremony doesn’t impress me either. Everyone there knows that these awards are decided before the initiative produces anything and more than half the people who are there don’t care about what they were trying to produce in the first place. These are basically industry events and I could explore the boundaries of verbal diarrhea if that’s what I wanted to write about today. Given that it’s not, I will just keep it short by saying that I consider myself a researcher first and by that virtue these events leave me missing my lab.

When the reminder popped up on my calendar I felt an uneasy queasiness in the pit of my stomach. I looked at the list of attendees and there was my name, Michelle, where I expected to see it. Somewhere in my mind I was hoping the feeling would last so I could skip the whole thing with illness. Someone else could make our “presence known” as my boss liked to say. In times like that I use avoidance as my best defence to having my nerves grated by his poor attempts to disguise his politicking.

These tasks often get delegated to me, because despite my inwardly less than cheerful demeanour, I’ve never been able to successfully channel that into the sort of bellicosity required to make others feel uneasy. On the contrary, people at these things tend to find me charming, engaging and generally pleasant. And while women are becoming more of a presence in the field, it is one still dominated by men, so my boss figures he can win some points even if I don’t say anything. In some ways I tend to stand out and people remember me.

I’ve always spent a lot of time in front of mirrors. As a teenager I spent more time looking into the reflective glass than I did into television screens. It was an inescapable part of my every day. I studied myself from every angle, tried to envision the angle others would see me from and surveyed my imperfections. The mirror had the power to fill me with confidence or belittle my every effort. I needed my mirrors, I couldn’t live without them, they reflected the me I wanted to project, without them I wouldn’t even know what that was. Having to go to these conferences always leads me to an inescapable night in front of the mirror. Despite my best attempts to shake it, I really do care what people think about me and my looks.

I recently turned 43, I no longer have the youthful looks that led to infuriating patronizing I would usually be on the receiving end of. I would have preferred not getting older, but conversely I have become more comfortable in my body. In a perfect, paradox free life, I would have had this mindset at 25. I’m still pretty thin, at 5’7″ 150ish, but my butt sticks out a bit more than before and my hips flair more; a trait that takes some eyes with it when I move. My legs are strong from playing soccer, the muscle shows on the front of my thighs in tight clothing. My breasts don’t sag or cause me back trouble and in that I feel blessed. Even at my age I have my brown hair kept long and don’t straighten the little curls. All in all I feel confident when I enter a room and don’t shy away from tight clothing or let self doubt surround my mind if a guy chooses to stare.

I have a few different outfits that I like to wear for these events. They have an order depending on the length of the conference and if those attending will be similar to the last one. My vanity doesn’t really allow me to go to these things looking like the way I feel about them; this is probably another reason I’m picked to go. Looking professional, in the traditional sense, is important. This is much different from looking professional in a real sense, in a real sense what I wear under my lab coat is often a pair a jeans, but that doesn’t fly at an event where the idea is to present an image detached from reality. For something like this, it’s what I call “business sexy”, which is generally greys, blacks, and whites with beige accessories. Some women have the body type that can make the pants suit look fabulous but I know my limits. For me, it’s skirts just above the knee, blouses, jackets and two inch heels. I also throw a three inch pair in for the evening dinner on the last day.

These tight fitting skirts and shoes aren’t the most comfortable things to wear, however in the interest of packing light the only other clothing item I pack is a robe to wear in the hotel. Bringing me to the thing I hate at least as much as the conferences: the hotel room. These things often wrap up around 3-4 in the afternoon daily leaving me with nothing to do. Lots of them go off drinking and carousing, but only one of those really interests me and I don’t need a crowd to do it. That isn’t to say a bottle of wine alone in a hotel room doesn’t have its own depressive qualities.

In most ways my life is pretty Narlıdere Escort typical and boring. I am the mother of two wonderful children, a 20 year marriage, two car garage, swimming pool and many of the other stereotypes of the upper-middle class. By day, I’m a scientist in a lab and by night I turn into a homework dictator, the latter is a role that gets more tiring by the year. The night before I left for the fateful conference was not unlike most nights in our household. Lisa, my daughter, would be sitting at the dinning room table practicing her dirty looks in my direction much more than the problems in her math book. Every night it was her job to put at least an hour into her studies, which made it my job to judge when that hour had actually taken place. It was a power struggle of epically minor proportions in the grande scheme, but like all power struggles the scale is relative. In our house this one was centre stage, to the point of being another reason I didn’t want to travel. She would be able to manipulate her dad into relaxing her confines and we both knew there was nothing I could do about it. I could almost hear the smugness in her voice when she reminded me that I was leaving the next day.

I felt a little burnt out that night when I finally made it to bed around 11. We cuddled for a bit in a show a solidarity against our teenage daughter. Our cuddling gave way to more heavy petting knowing we would be apart for a few days. Soon my husband made his way between my legs to perform oral sex on me. It was exactly what I needed, I felt myself melt into the bed and he softly licked and gently pressed my sensitive spots. He had a pretty good gauge of my mood and didn’t get aggressive or overbearing. My stress was evaporating, we met again for a kiss before having a very deep sleep.

I woke up and made Lisa breakfast before seeing her to school. My son drove me to the airport seeing as he didn’t have classes that morning. He helped me with my bag and gave me a big hug and kiss. I do have a loving family, which makes my actions and decisions of the coming days all the more irrational and perplexing. Once on the plane, I got the trapped feeling of not being able to turn back; I really hate that feeling.

The first few days of the conference were as expected. Workshops and seminars that barely scratch the surface. The industry of science is pushed to the forefront. This is basically making sure people get paid, keeping the money changing hands often regardless of merit. There are dirty elements to it, luckily I am not in a consultant heavy area and can remain aloof from a lot of it. Making connections and getting paid keep the train moving just as in any other industry. Real discovery almost always takes a back seat to business and political objective. I don’t claim to have a better way, so I have to temper my criticism with that obvious caveat. Regardless of how constructive the criticism is, it bares repeating how much I hate the award portion of events.

As the final day wore on my mind continued to wander, as so often it does, I started to think about numbers. There is something about numbers that will never cease to fascinate me, it’s a pass-time for me and I enjoy it. It’s strange that, in a room full of physicists, it’s so rare that I can find someone to actually talk to about numbers. Most just want to flirt with me or keep the conversation superficial at the risk of showing some gap in knowledge. This sort of pride is common in these circles, I don’t really get it, because when I don’t know something I want to find out about it, not change the subject to avoid being exposed. Having ignorance exposed is the only way to change it into knowledge, provided that it’s approached with an open yet critical mind.

At some moments in time the universe seems ordered and logical, at others completely irrational. The possibilities that exist in life are always there, but only become real when you choose to explore them, make them part of your own experience. It was near the end of the day when one of these possibilities presented himself to me in real form. He was a little older, well kept with a clear intention to the way that he dressed. There is something about a man who understands the small nuances in style that I’ve always been a sucker for. He was tall, had more than a hint of silver in his hair that made him look distinguished, thin but not lanky, with deep and lovely brown eyes. He approached me with restrained confidence and dispensed with small talk before it even started, as if he knew I was in no mood for the idle chit chat that plagued these gatherings.

Now I have spent a lot of time around people who can perform mathematics at what most would say in a high level. They can memorize formulas, solve problems, do complex arithmetic in their heads and all sorts of tricks. My husband is an engineer and that is his type of math, he is good at it, it’s functional and he never questions the deeper meaning. To me, this is a level below the philosophical. On the Ödemiş Escort philosophical level mathematics make descriptions of complex systems where words are bound to fail. This is the realm of theoretical physics, and it is a topic that truly excites me and can lead to rambling.

Dr. Vasiliev was brilliant to talk to on this subject. He tempered the runaway metaphysical approach, so many take, with grounded observational data. I do enjoy the metaphysical aspects of the discussions but, keeping it simple, I don’t like when people get so wrapped up in trying to discuss other realities that they forget to describe the one we perceive. He spoke directly and with authority. The roughness of his native Russian accent had lost its edges from years of living in North America, making his voice sound calm and pleasant.

I was captivated by his words and our exchange, so much so, that I didn’t realize the day had ended and the floor was clearing out. I was in no mood to go back to my hotel room, for my date with a bottle of wine, so invited him to join me at the hotel bar for a few drinks, to finish our conversation. He graciously accepted and told me that he would meet me there after he parted with a few of his colleagues. The hotel was just across the street, so I went there to wait for his arrival.

While waiting, I reflected on our conversation and the nature of irrationality. Some real numbers are, of course, like people irrational. Having a favourite number that is Pi or the square root of 2 is problematic in that you need another way to express it rather than the actual number; it can never be seen as all parts of itself. Unless you happen to have infinity on your hands and think repeating numerals would be a good use of it. In terms of math though, a rational number is no more rational than an irrational one, that’s just the label the latter got stuck with. They both exist in the same way; one is just trailed and preceded by endless zeros. At any point, on either side of the decimal, a number can be inserted between either one and get you a new number. In essence a number becomes rational when you stop counting. The endless expanse of irrationality is, in many ways, far more captivating than comfortable notions. By making the smallest subtraction or addition, some very rational numbers can become completely irrational.

The thing about these conferences is that the social aspect is not that dissimilar from high school and I was flirting with scandal. Everyone is staying in hotels in and around the conference centre; there are always a pair of eyes sensitive to this sort of behaviour. Professionally it’s unbecoming and the gossip spreads through the patrons like wildfire before you can say good morning. I’d always avoided becoming a subject of innuendo at these things but have been no stranger to hearing it; it was unavoidable. I wasn’t blind either, I saw his wedding ring, and I was wearing mine; this is exactly the sort of lapse in morality that hungry wolves feed on. Yet, there I was, sitting at a booth and inviting danger. There is no way I can explain this in terms of rationality.

Dr. Vasiliev stood out as he entered the bar. To me, he seemed to control his surroundings; there was no doubt, I knew that I had fallen for him. Our conversation continued over drinks, it flowed natural, the time was passing so quickly. It wasn’t all serious, he knew when to make a joke, a play on words or when to allow a silence to be shared. Before long it was 7. We mutually decided to have dinner, which led to more personal conversations. We talked about our families as if to confront the fact that we both had them, it was raised in a casual way to not avoid the topic. His eyes studied my reactions, he was sizing up his prey. Desert followed, as we continued to enjoy each other’s company without acknowledging that we had been strangers just short hours ago. My flirting had devolved into rather girlish twirling of my hair and lowering my eyes in an attempt to raise them at the right moment to catch his.

After he paid the bill, he skillfully picked up my coat to put around my shoulders, the effect was to make it feel natural to leave together. We walked arm in arm to the elevator without exchanging words. Stepping on the platform, I uttered 21 to indicate the floor we were going to. Elements of shame started to come over me. My feet were becoming cold as I tried to take sober breaths. I still had time to back out, I could change the course of events simply by saying I had a wonderful evening and good night. I didn’t have to explain myself, I never promised him anything and my wedding ring was proof I wasn’t leading him on. I was completely in my power to end this and yet I felt so powerless to do so.

The hallway to my room seemed long. I was starting to get scared. I was scaring myself with how casual everything had been that got me to this point. That got me to being escorted to my hotel room by a strange man, a charming man, but strange nevertheless. When we got to my door I exhaled the Seferihisar Escort tension that had been building inside of me and decided to put a stop to this.

“Niko, we just can’t, I just can’t, we need to leave this right here.” I managed to say with measured determination.

“Let’s just stop before this becomes something we can’t take back.” I said in the silence of the hallway.

It was as if I was trying to convince myself. His eyes were still sizing me up. He didn’t respond, he just kept an even gaze on me. I was fumbling through my purse looking for the keycard to get into the room. I wanted to do it in all one motion, once I separated us with a door I would be outside of his influence. I found the card and raised my eyes, they caught his and we started to kiss. I dropped my purse and engaged in a passionate mouth to mouth kiss. The sort of kiss that encompasses many breaths. He pushed me up against the door and we continued the kiss until I was finally able to break free.

“Niko, I’m married!”

I sudden burst of anger took over. I was angry at myself, I was angry at him and I was just angry. I picked up my purse and tried to fight back my tears as I opened the door. I left him in the hallway and leaned against the door, my legs felt too weak to go any further. I knew he was just on the other side of the door, it was silent and I didn’t hear him leave. I was confronted with two possibilities and they were both clearly defined. If I leave the door shut, he ceases to exist in my reality, and me in his. If the door opens our realities collide and our bodies connect. I knew that was the decision that I was faced with.

I was still fighting back my tears when my mind and body gave into the darker side of my passions. Slowly and meekly I opened the door to see my soon to be lover standing there looking not one bit dismayed by my skittish behaviour. I started to apologize, but before I could even formulate the words they were clearly not required. We were kissing again as if we never broke or first feverish embrace. This time, in the privacy of my room his hands were more at liberty to explore. For a scientist, he was a surprisingly good kisser, but I could tell he didn’t have that much experience with this sort of thing either. Much of the debonair ladies man that I had ascribed to him was just my brain building an image to its own pleasing. In the honesty of passion he was much more a real person. We were both showing signs of apprehension mixed with determination to see this through.

“Have you ever done this before?” I managed to ask between kisses.

“Not like this.” I could hear hints of fear in this voice that told me that this was a true statement.

“It’s ok, we can go slow if you want.” I tried to re-assure him that I had no preconceived notions or expectations.

“I don’t want to go slowly, I want you.” Niko said with resolve.

The room was still dark, and our kissing hadn’t taken us that deep into the interior. There was a small kitchen in the room with a counter-island between it and the sleeping area. I was leaning against the counter when Niko slightly lifted me so I was sitting on it. I was wearing a skirt that was pushed up around my hips when I wrapped my legs around him while we made out. We stayed kissing like that exchanging between frantic and gentle. I could feel his erection the entire time. Finally a break came, we both looked into each others eyes and made a non verbal agreement to move to the next level. I slowly took my wedding ring off and placed it down beside me.

Niko moved from between my legs and started to remove my panties before taking his place in the same position we were in. I was now exposed to him from the waist down and felt more naked than if I was completely nude. I knew it was happening soon and I started to tremble as my nerves were giving out.

Niko started to gently sooth me saying, “It’s ok”, and “it will be ok.” As if he was trying to convince both of us.

I closed my eyes and heard his belt come undone and this pants hit the floor. We kissed again, wrapped up in each others arms. I felt some pressure at my entrance, as if I was being felt out, then a push as he began entering me.

“It’s ok, you’re getting fucked.” He whispered in my ear, pointing out the obvious.

The tension escaped my body in groans and moans while he slowly screwed me on the island. It felt very nice and I had no desire to push him to go faster or change anything. He was very gentle with me in that moment and his kisses lent to the warmth of the moment. That is how I felt inside, very warm. He moved in and out in measured movements that gradually got deeper. We stayed connected at the mouth as well forming a connected circle in our embrace.

His strong hands lifted me off the counter a brought me to the bed. He took off my skirt and blouse leaving me completely naked. He took off his shirt too and layed up against the headboard. I knew what he wanted and I wanted to do it for him. I took his dick into my hand, it was slick with my juices providing the natural lubricant. I slowly moved my hand up and down his entire penis while he relaxed completely. His breath became very audible as I performed the intimate massage, using my saliva when it became necessary. I knelt beside him and encouraged him to let me do everything, his only job was to enjoy it.

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When I first started this journal, I was wondering if I should include anything from previous relationships. Yes, believe it or not, a jerk like me has actually had a few serious ones. I was thinking I might take a favorite or two from each and include them, even though they occurred before I began my collection. I might still do that, I don’t know. But I do have a journal entry for one of those women that definitely belongs in here.

Now I’ve never been one to make booty calls to ex-girlfriends, but I’m not one for burning bridges either. And if there’s anything better than sex with an ex, it’s getting your cock sucked by an ex. Especially when she’s good at it, as Cheri most definitely is.

Cheri was quite a bit older than me. In fact, she’s largely responsible for my older woman fetish, because she told me that it was much easier for her to go to bed with a man than give him head. She also told me during our two year relationship that she had given me more head than any other man she had ever been with. And that included quite a few serious relationships and a ten year marriage, so it wasn’t like she was inexperienced. That’s a bit of an ego booster, even if you’re ordinarily modest.

Cheri was tall, big breasted and had incredible legs. Great hips too. Her auburn hair fell straight to her shoulder. One of the things I appreciated most about her is that, even though she was comfortable wearing sweats or jeans, she was equally at ease in skirts and dresses. She had a collection of skirts that were deliciously tight around her ass that fell temptingly above her knees. She liked wearing high heels, too, which made her ass look even better.

Our sex life had been pretty awesome for most of our relationship. It wasn’t uncommon for us to spend an entire Saturday in bed, licking, sucking and humping each others brains out. She was a great lay and no matter how many times we did it, she always seemed to want it one more time.

Cheri was also a terrific at giving head. She had told me once that she didn’t like to give head to most men. Not because she didn’t like the act itself–which she did–but because she was a very proud woman and men often made her feel cheap and degraded afterward. She didn’t have that problem with me and so she lavished her oral skills on me frequently. There was a stretch of several months that she stayed over almost every night and most weekdays she would blow me before I left for work in the morning.

While things in the bedroom were great for us, we had plenty of issues outside of it that even awesome sex couldn’t overcome. We split up after a couple years, but managed to remain friends. Most of our contact was through email or a phone call, but occasionally we’d get together for lunch or drinks. For the most part we kept it platonic. For the most part, anyway.

On her birthday I was going to take her out for dinner, but our plans got changed. Cheri’s a part owner in an artsy little boutique and one of her employees called out sick, and she got stuck working until closing. So I brought sandwiches and a cupcake with a candle in it to her just before closing time.

We sat in the back of the shop, ate and talked for a bit. Then she had to go to the front to lock up and make sure the girl working the register cleaned and ran the vacuum before going home. When she returned to the back room, Cheri had a devilish look in her eye. It was a look I’d seen many times before and I knew at the very least, we’d wind up making out before I left.

There was Manisa Escort soft muzak playing in the shop and she coaxed me to my feet to dance with her. Actually, it wasn’t dancing as much as it was pressing our bodies together and swaying to the beat. We kissed a few times, each one a little more passionate than the last until our tongues were dancing between each others mouths. Then our hands started running up and down each others bodies. I slowly ran my hands up from her hips to her waist to her shoulders, gently brushing the sides of her ample breasts on the way.

“Mmmmm…” she purred, running her own hands over my back. The kisses got deeper and wetter and our hands started roaming to more erogenous areas. When we heard the vacuum cleaner go on in the front of the store, Cheri slipped a hand down my pants and grabbed my stiff member.

“Does Santa want to come out and play?” she whispered in my ear. That was our euphemism for a blow job. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but it had to do with a punch line to a dirty joke about Santa coming down the chimney. Now you might think she meant we’d go to her place or mine, or at least wait until the girl out front finished and went home. But I knew Cheri and I knew she meant right now.

Cheri was squeezing and stroking me in my pants, waiting for me to answer. She loved making me tell her that I wanted it. I could hear the vacuum running out front and I could feel how hard I was getting just thinking about Cheri’s mouth closing over me. It was a pretty easy decision.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.” That she would go down on me when someone was in the next room, could look in back at any moment and catch us, had me pretty wound up. Almost too wound up… I didn’t want to cum quickly and ruin it. But my cock felt ready to explode in her hand as she slowly squatted down in front of me.

Cheri deftly unzipped my fly and pulled my pulsing shaft out. There was already a bead of precum on my head which she deliberately licked away.

“Mmmm… you taste as good as I remember,” she murmured and then slipped the head of my cock into her mouth. She probably realized how turned on I was and wanted to savor it. At the very least, she didn’t want me to cum quickly and spoil the fun. So she went very slowly up and down my rod a few times and then paused.

“I’ve been good this year, Santa. What are you going to give me?” She took me in her mouth again and bobbed a few more times. “Gonna cum down my chimney?” Cheri was killing me and she knew it. She gently licked each of my balls in turn, then she grasped my shaft and squeezed. Another drop of precum glistened on my head which she once again licked away.

Looking up into my eyes, she opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue beneath my shaft. She raised herself up under it and took it into her mouth, keeping her eyes on mine the whole time. There was always something magical about Cheri’s eyes looking into mine while giving me head. It was a look that somehow conveyed her intense pride and self-confidence and at the same time said she would do anything to please me. I guess what made it magical is that she was a woman who didn’t crave attention or need acceptance. Whatever she did for me was because she wanted to.

Cheri’s lips closed around my cock and she started bobbing on it. She was squatting in front of me in her high heels, her hands grasping the outsides of my thighs as she slid her lips up and down on me. I was about to push her Mavişehir Escort away because I was too close to losing it, when the vacuum cleaner suddenly shut off.

“Cheri,” the girl from the front called. Her voice was very close. I quickly turned away from Cheri and tried hurriedly to tuck myself back into my pants, which isn’t easy when it’s hard and throbbing. I think I was still zipping my pants with my back toward the doorway when the girl walked into the back room. Cheri was pretending to look for something on the shelf next to where she was squatting, but I don’t know if the girl bought it. Think about it: you walk into a room and a guy has his back to you as he’s zipping up his pants and a woman is squatting on the floor a few feet from him. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

Cheri got up and answered the girl’s questions and sent her back to the front to finish her cleaning.

“That was close,” she laughed.

“Close?” I replied. “I think we were pretty much busted!”

“So where did we leave off?” Cheri asked as she came back over to me. I wasn’t surprised. We had almost been caught in the act but Cheri wasn’t so easily discouraged.

“Shouldn’t we wait until she leaves?” I asked, nodding toward the front of the shop.

“Nope. Can’t wait that long,” Cheri replied with a laugh and started tugging at my zipper again. She squatted in front of me again as she slipped my cock from my pants and into her mouth. The close call had taken some of the wind out of my sails, but Cheri brought me back to full staff in just a couple of sucks. Yeah, I was nervous about getting caught, but I have to admit, it made everything much more exciting.

Cheri took several long deep sucks before pausing to run her tongue over my shaft and head. If my balls hadn’t been still tucked in my pants, I have no doubt she would have licked and sucked them too. Her hand was wrapped around me, milking my cock as her tongue slithered over it.

As she looked up at me, I took a step backward. She knew why I did it. She knew all about my little fetishes. It was a hard, cold tile floor and I shouldn’t have done it. But that woman always looked so incredible on her knees that I just couldn’t help myself.

“Horny bastard!” Cheri laughed. But she didn’t deny me. In fact, she gave me the full treatment by standing up first then lowering herself to her knees before me. When she got down on her knees and wrapped her lips around my cock, it was all I could do not to cum in her mouth right then. She gripped me firmly in her hand and took me deep into her mouth while looking up at me the whole time. I felt my body quiver involuntarily. Damn, Cheri could get me worked up.

Cheri sucked me slowly for only a minute or two before I had to push her away.

“Whoa, getting too close,” I breathed. Cheri gave me a moment to catch my breath, kissing and licking me. I managed to hold back, but I was still too close for her to start sucking on me again.

As I looked around for something to distract me, I realized I could still hear the vacuum cleaner still running up front. Funny how a moment ago we had nearly been caught and already I had forgotten about the vacuum cleaner and the girl up front using it. I looked toward the doorway that led to the front of the shop. I realized there was a mirror hanging just beyond it in which I could actually see the vacuum cleaner going back and forth. I couldn’t see the girl running it because of the Menderes Escort angle the mirror was hanging at. A moment later Cheri started sucking on me again and I forgot all about it.

Now Cheri had given me a lot of blow jobs, so she knew if she started bobbing seriously on me right then, it would have been all over. Instead, she went slowly down my shaft, taking me deep into the warmth of her mouth then gliding her lips just as leisurely back up again. Her steady sucking drove me wild. I plunged my hands into her hair, careful not to disrupt her. My cock felt so good in her mouth that my knees almost buckled a couple of times. Little gasps and grunts were escaping from me, but I was only distantly aware of them.

Still Cheri’s lips caressed my cock, covering my shaft with her saliva, building me toward crescendo. I had to reach for the counter beside me to steady myself as I felt myself pass the point of no return. My balls got tighter, my shaft throbbed.

Cheri obviously felt it too. She had certainly had my cock in her mouth enough times to know when I was about to blow my top. She quickened her pace a little bit. That was enough to finish me off. My hips bucked and my back arched toward her as I exploded in her mouth. I tried to watch her face as I came, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I felt two or three big spurts shoot out of me, filling Cheri’s mouth.

She never slowed down though. She continued sucking at the same pace for at least another minute or two. Her eyes were closed as she continued to savor my fading erection, her lips sliding up and down my cock even as I faded. When she stopped sucking, Cheri still didn’t take me from her mouth. She squeezed me with her hand, wringing every last drop from me before tucking me back into my pants and sitting back on her heels.

One thing about Cheri: when she finished sucking me, I was always drained dry. She took pride in the fact that I could zip up my pants when she was done and there would be nothing dripping from me. No snail tracks, as she called them.

And not only did she drain me, she always swallowed it all too. While it was a pretty good sized load I had shot in her mouth that night, it certainly wasn’t the biggest. No matter how much I squirted into her mouth, she never hesitated, gagged or let a drop spill and she always swallowed it all down. I admit, I don’t know why that should matter, but it does. And it always turns me on to think about Cheri blowing me so many times; to think about how many of my loads, how much of my cum she’s swallowed.

We never really talked about it directly, but Cheri made it clear that she didn’t swallow because she liked the taste. She said once that she did like the way sperm made her mouth tingle, but that she would have experienced whether she swallowed or not. So why did she swallow? I don’t know, but I do wish more women were like her.

As I was zipping up, I noticed that the vacuum was still visible in the mirror by the doorway. Had the girl up front been able to see us? Had she lingered there watching? I didn’t really care and I doubted Cheri would either, so I didn’t mention it. But when I think back that another woman might have been watching as Cheri sucked me off, it gives me a little rush.

Ok, to the score card. A perfect ten. Yeah, maybe I’m biased because Cheri and I had a lot of good sex together, but I can’t think of anything she could have done better. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse and wearing high heels. She sucked my cock on her knees and sucked it so well I nearly fell over. She continued sucking me long after I came in her mouth and then swallowed every drop of my cum. Cheri sucked me off so well so many times I can’t remember then all, but I think that night in her shop was the most perfect one she ever gave me. Plain and simple: a ten.

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Chapter 8- Leonid

Things went back to normal, as normal as could be after the Ascension ritual. George was so proud of me. When I woke up a day later after sleeping 24 hours, I discovered Ming had bathed me in a healing salt water bath and wrapped me in a special poultice of herbs, algae and a Japanese grass that restored oils to your skin. It would help heal the many welts I had after being whipped 140 times. I still couldn’t believe I had endured that. My body was very sore and I didn’t want to move. George changed the poultice and fed me the soup and tea that Ming had left for me

I soon fell asleep for another 24 hours. I was finally able to get up and move around and I felt surprisingly good. Ming truly was incredible. Eventually, we slipped into a routine of me coming to clean the antiquities and the week after coming for a session as his Helot. It was amazing and I loved my new condo and the financial freedom I had. I was thinking of going back to school when George surprised me with an unusual request. I was still strapped to the St Andrew’s cross and he had just finished fucking me with a really large dildo after beating me silly with a riding crop.

Our sessions in the Spartan room had gotten more and more intense as I eased into my role as his Helot. When I arrived at the mansion, I walked into the house and immediately removed my clothing. A different outfit would be there for me with instructions. One week I was a slutty schoolgirl, with a tiny plaid skirt, knee socks, long sleeve white shirt tied in a knot, and a slutty g string. I was told to report to the Principals office and waiting for me in the Spartan room was a desk with George sitting on the other side looking very stern. I was bent over the desk and thrashed with a cane till tears came to my eyes and then fucked over the desk with him cumming in my mouth with me on my knees.

The next week was a bondage outfit, a one-piece leather thong, and harness with nipple clamps, and a thick collar and cuffs for my hands and feet. I was told to put it on and get on my hands and knees in the prone position. I waited like that for almost 30 mins till I heard the sound of boots coming down the hall. George was dressed in a leather thong with studs on it, high boots to his knee, and a leather pilot’s hat. He was merciless that day. He snapped a leash on my collar and made me crawl on my knees all the way to the basement door and again when we got downstairs. He suspended me from the chandelier and proceeded to use whips, paddles, electroshock, vibrators, dildos, and riding crops on me for over an hour. He finally lowered me down and fucked me on all fours, cumming in my ass and spanking me after he was done. It was agonizing but so erotic and I loved it more and more every time. His imagination seemed limitless and I embraced my role as Helot fully. I was to call him Master, never look him in the eye and submit to whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

On cleaning days, we always ended up in bed or on the couch, the floor, in the pool, hot tub, shower, fucking each other in every room of the house sometimes three or more times a visit. He was insatiable and so was I. I was very happy.

We were sitting in the kitchen after a particularly invigorating session when he brought up Leonid.

“Macy, Leonid won’t stop talking about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he wants to hire you too. He wants you to clean his place, and he will pay you a lot of money to do that and of course sleep with him.”

“So what are we talking about then.”

“There is no real cleaning work involved, he just wants you to come over and dress in an outfit and do some light cleaning. It’s a fantasy.”

“So you told him, that I would have sex with him, like we’ve been doing?”

“No, I said I would ask you if you were interested in a similar arrangement with him. What you do and how much you do with him is up to you to figure out with him. I will say that he wants you to fuck him and he’s not shy about it. He will be all over you and has a voracious appetite for sex. He just doesn’t want a relationship and he’s tired of women trying to take advantage of him, being dishonest, etc. That’s why he wants to meet you.”

“I suppose I should be flattered but this itself is more than I ever thought I would do in my life. I’ve committed to a slave relationship with a master, had a slave tattoo put on my pussy, and saying it loud sounds insane. I told you before, George, I don’t want to feel like a whore, and this is starting to feel like that to me. I also know that I’ve never been more aroused and turned on in my whole life and you’re good to me, so that’s why I willingly gave myself to you.”

“We’ve had this discussion, Macy, you are a businesswoman. You have something most men only dream of getting in their lives. You are the most incredibly sexy awaken woman I’ve ever met. He sensed it too. He said fucking you during the ascension was the best sex he’d ever had and he’s participated in that ritual before. So many people work their whole lives and end up with nothing. You’ve Kemalpaşa Escort been given these opportunities because you are blessed with extraordinary beauty and incredible character. That’s what I’m attracted to and what attracts so many others to you. It’s in your eyes, this fire and strength that you have. I’ve never seen it before and it shows in the way you handle yourself. A whore is a negative word, created by a world that is too judgemental. We can make our own rules Macy and I prefer that than following antiquated rules handed down by men who fear women.”

“I agree with you, I just don’t want to feel like, I’m losing control of who I am. That’s important to me.”

“It won’t just be sex, you’re also be building a relationship with him and he is a very interesting and intelligent man.”

“Because I’m your slave do I have to agree to this?”

“No, remember our contract, you are only my slave when you are in the collar. Any other time you’re not. So you can decide on your own and it won’t affect anything. I know you don’t like looking at the financial side of this, but he will pay you a lot of money.”

“How much?”

“It depends. If you agree, he will give you 100,000 a year. Know that he is very kinky and loves erotic aggressive and kinky sex. He will also offer you incentives like I have done, with no obligation. He said each act or outfit would get you an extra 25,000.”

“Holy shit. I wouldn’t have to do this long and I would be set for life.”

“There’s more.”

“What?”

“He’ll give you a million dollars into your bank account right away as part of the deal.”

“This is crazy. I have to think about it as it is really overwhelming. I want to ask you something and be honest.”

“Go ahead”

“Would it bother you if I agree to this? You have to understand how devoted I am to you and how much I love being your sex slave. I would not have two masters. He has to know that. It means a lot to me to only serve you.”

“Thank you for saying that. I wouldn’t allow that either. You are mine and only mine.”

I was flushed with desire and he reached over to me and kissed me deeply, grasping my hot, wet cunt with his slender, delicate hands.

I gasped and pushed back into him, feeling my heart race and my pussy lips swelling with insane desire. My cunt literally burned for him since he had tattooed his signature H between my pussy and my ass. In that soft delicate area, was the mark of my devotion to him.

He turned me around, lifted my skirt and ripping down his shorts, pulled aside my sopping wet thong, and rammed his hard dick deep into my pussy. I shook with desire as I felt his thick, warm shaft fill me completely. He came fast and furious deep inside my cunt grabbing me around the neck with both arms and holding me tight against him as we both shuddered from the mind-blowing orgasm.

“I’ll take it that’s a yes!”

We both laughed as he drove even deeper into my hot cunt.

Leonid wanted to meet and talk about our arrangement right away, so we made plans for me to come back the next day. I was told to make sure my pussy was waxed clean, no hair anywhere, and to make sure I wore a very specific outfit that he had sent over. I normally kept a thin strip of pubic hair as I didn’t like the bald look, but for 100,000 a year, I could get used to a Brazilian. The outfit was a French Maid’s outfit with a corset that was very tight and a shallow neckline that made my 36D’s practically pop out. It came with fishnets and a tiny skirt that didn’t really cover anything and a sleek tiny black thong. I have to admit, I felt really sexy in a slutty way and looked forward to his reaction and George’s.

They were waiting for me by the pool and I at first confident felt a bit shaky and nervous and very vulnerable being outside in broad daylight in this slutty outfit, even though George’s place was very private. The corset was tight and made my tits really pop, but it was a bit uncomfortable even though it made me look super sexy. The sleek thong was made of incredible spandex cotton that felt delicious on my now bald pussy. The walking itself turned me on, as I felt the delicate rubbing against my sweet lips. I was on fire already

“Here she is, right on time as always. I told you, Leonid, she is first class all the way.”

“Hi, Macy, how are you,” said Leonid, his eyes all over me.

I waved and sauntered over. They were both lounging by the pool, George in his short, sexy jogging shorts that displayed his beautiful languid, long legs and Leonid in a casual short sleeve, buttons were undone, that showed his very muscular chest with a soft silvery down of hair, and tight shorts that showed every inch of his big cock and balls. It was really thick and his balls were big, meaty, and full. I couldn’t help but stare. The last time I saw him, the lights were dim and I didn’t get a clear look at him, but I sure felt every hot inch. He was a very handsome man with a brooding intensity that was pretty overwhelming.

“Hello Macy, George has told Konak Escort me so many wonderful things about you and after the Ascension, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. You are very beautiful, but it was the way you moved with me. I can’t get it out of my mind.”

I smiled and thanked him

“Come relax, have a drink with us. Is vodka okay or would you like something else?”

“Vodka works. Thank you.”

Sit by me, so we can get to know each other. George tells me you do amazing work and are very responsible. This I respect very much. Good, hard-working people, that are passionate for life, are my kind of people.”

“I appreciate that. I take great pride in my work and also love life and appreciate the kindness shown me by George and the opportunity to meet someone like you.”

“I’m just a horny boy at heart.”

He laughed lout oud and we all relaxed and had a few drinks, toasting life and new friendships.

“So Macy, I know George explained what I’m looking for, and I know you are interested. I will be honest with you and if you don’t want to agree, it’s fine, we are friends first. I am demanding but fair and everything will be covered so there will be no misunderstandings. I will tell you this too, all of the financials will be confirmed with this contract. It’s all legal and worded correctly. Hire an attorney to review it, as I do not want any questions or doubts.”

“It all sounds amazing thank you so much.”

“Now for the part that I’m looking forward to,” he said smiling at me and looking me over with burning desire.

“I love to fuck Macy. I like sex all the time and in a lot of different ways. George told me you dress up and do role play and games. All of this I like and I will have a woman join us sometimes too. You are okay with this?”

I smiled and nodded, as I had had some experience with women and loved it.

“Finally, I am an animal, Macy. When I make love I lose my mind. I can get very aggressive and fuck very hard. You will have to experience this and if it’s too much, there is a clause that you can null the contract. Stand up I want to look at you.”

I stood in front of him and he placed his powerful hands on my hips pulling me closer to him. I was standing right in front of him. His face close to my skirt, looking into my eyes.

“I want to see this beautiful pussy. Lift your skirt for me.”

I slowly pulled my skirt up, feeling a soft breeze blowing against my wet lips.

He took his hand and cupped my hot cunt with his big hands squeezing tight and hard

“Uhh,” I moaned and moved against his hand.

“Yes bring me your cunt, let me feel that beautiful pussy, wet and warm.”

He curled his hand up into me lifting me up and sending sensations of deep lust all through my body. I trembled on my tiptoes as his powerful hand lifted and caressed and squeezed my pussy.

“Turn around Macy. I want to see your ass.”

I turned around and he began rubbing my sweet nub from behind, while his other hand massaged and rubbed my soaking wet cunt. He pushed aside my thong and started rubbing my wet lips with his finger, his thumb against my asshole. I was moaning with desire and seeing George watch was turning me on even more. He kissed my asshole through the delicate fabric of my thong, sticking his tongue against my hot hole. I had really come to love anal sex with George’s patient guidance and hoped Leonid would fuck all my holes just as enthusiastically. He placed both hands on my hips and pulled me hard against his voracious tongue. He was making me so wet and horny. His right hand curled around me and started palming and rubbing my hot cunt, while his tongue licked my ass through my thong. I was moaning wildly when he slid a finger past my thong and started teasing my clit and stroking my swollen, wet pussy.

“Oh fuck, you make me so wet, fuck yes.”

I was so fucking turned on, when he slid his finger into my hot juicy cunt, it went in easily, I was so wet and he began finger fucking me hard, practically lifting me onto my toes, ramming that strong hand into my soaking wet, cunt. I was loving every second of it. He pulled his finger out and turned me around.

I was facing him and he looked down at his shorts, to show me how hard and big he was. Holy shit, his cock was like a baseball bat, thick and veiny, with big balls bulging against his tight shorts. I licked my lips and got down on my knees. He stood in front of me and untied the drawstring to his tight shorts, and I reached up and eased them down his powerful hips and legs. He stepped out and I ran my hands up his legs, to his ass, pulling his cock and balls towards me. He took his hand and placed it on my cheek saying,

“Watch me while you suck. I want to see you enjoy my cock.”

I smiled and looked into his eyes as I slowly licked underneath those big balls, while my hand slid seductively up and down that thick shaft, gently touching him. He moaned and groaned and looked at me with wild desire, like a fucking beast. He took me by the hair Kuşadası Escort with two hands and moved his cock into my willing mouth, fucking me slowly, as he sucked him eagerly, like the willing slut I was. I began slurping and sucking his big cock like a beautiful candy and he fucked my mouth harder and faster, till he was ramming it in and out. I could take the length but the width was stretching me wide.

“Fuck her right now Leonid. I want to come in her mouth, while you come in her pussy,” commanded George in a stern voice.

I loved that tone that he used when he wanted sex his way.

Leonid let me lie down and eased his powerful body up against my legs and placed that thick cock against my cunt. He pushed my legs back and gently started pushing and rubbing his cock head against my wet pussy.

He pushed my legs back and spread them wide. I was lying on the lounge chair with hot cunt in the air, legs back and wide in a slutty French Maid’s outfit and I loved it. I loved the freedom I felt to be fucked and fucked and suck the cocks of these interesting and powerful men. Being a Helot has broken all my inhibitions and I wanted it all the time in all different ways with lots of different people. It was wonderful. He stared at my pulsating pussy with wild lust and with one hand he ripped open my shirt, popping the buttons off my outfit and exposing my honey tits to him. My fishnets were slightly torn from his rough foreplay and I liked how slutty I felt. He eased forward and rubbed his thick cock head against my soaking wet cunt.

“Fuck me, Leonid, fuck me hard.”

He smiled and without hesitation rammed his cock fast and hard into my willing cunt. I arched and squeaked with delight as the force of his thrust pushed the chair back and he landed on top of me, cock buried deep in my pussy. We both laughed and he kissed me deeply humping me like a wild dog. His thrusts were deep, fast, and strong and he ground my ass into the chair with the power of his fucking.

“Fuck her hard Leonid, she likes it hard and rough don’t you Macy!”

“Yes fuck me hard, I’m so wet for you, fuck me like an animal.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled my hot mouth into his and started lifting and slamming into me with tremendous force. He was fucking me like a battering Ram and I couldn’t get enough. I loved it. George came around and stepped over the top of my head, naked, his cock raging.

“Open up Macy, I’m gonna fucking cum in your mouth. I smiled and opened wide as he lowered down and stuck his cock deep into my throat. Mm, it was delicious and with Leonid’s vice-like hands digging into my curvy hips and his thick cock hammering my hot cunt, I lost control and had the biggest orgasm, shaking and thrashing like a wild thing. Leonid pumped even harder, smashing his hips into mine and finally he pulled me back hard into him blasting a huge load into me, while George confined to fuck my mouth. I was losing it. Leonid pumped into me and kept fucking me while he shot all of his load inside my hot pussy. Finally, he pulled out and immediately started fingering me with two thick fingers of his strong hand, driving into my cunt., making splashing sounds, and making me crazy with lust. While he fingered me his thumb rubbed my clit. George had me by the hair with two hands fucking my mouth hard, plunging deep into my mouth. I could feel him shaking and knew he was going to cum soon. He drove deep and a huge load of cum went down my throat, filling my mouth. I swallowed quickly, but some spilled out of the corner of my mouth.

I came again with Leonid fingering me, my mouth full of cum. Finally, he stopped and I lay there on the destroyed chair, completely spent and feeling so sexy. I took off my clothes and dove into the pool naked. George and Leonid jumped in too and we laughed and splashed around each other having a great time. Leonine came up and grabbed me from behind, rubbing my ample breasts while his thick cock slid in between my ass. George swam up and kissed me, softly caressing my pussy from the front. The two of them sandwiched me and caressed me all over, Leonid paying particular attention to my hot ass, sliding his cock up and down and in between and teasing my hole with his fingers, and running his hands all over my ass. George was fingering me, with three fingers, plunging in and out making me so horny.

“Let’s take her to the shallow end and fuck her in the water,” Leonid said

I led the way and grabbed the side of the pool edge, arching my hips up I stood on my toes and waited for Leonid’s cock. He came up behind me, grabbing me firmly by the waist, and started rubbing his thick cock head against my wet, horny pussy. George got out and walked towards my willing mouth. Leonid eased his thick cock into my hot cunt and George tilted my head back-feeding me his cock. Leonid grabbed me hard and I was sure I would have bruises from his strong hands, pushing his cock deep into me and lifting me at the same time. It was so erotic, bring fucked in the pool in the cunt and the mouth. There were splashing sounds from Leonid pumping in and out of me faster and harder, his barrel-like chest tight against me, George had me by the hair and throat easing his thick cock in and out of my wet, willing mouth. He was teasing my lips with his head and I greedily sucked in his sweet pre-cum. It was delicious and my cunt was sweet and warm with lust.

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William was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich when his step mother clicked in with her high heels and took off her blazer. Will tried not to look. Lauren was forty-three and truly looked amazing all the time. She was blond, probably dyed Will thought but constantly and professionally done so it looked natural all the time, with light brown eyes and delicate features. She was tall with an hourglass figure and she dressed so well, especially for work, as a Human Resources Consultant for a large manufacturing company. She was wearing a dark skirt, tight and to her knees, a matching dark blazer, and a tight snow white blouse with a few buttons unfastened so that her full round breasts were providing an amazing display of cleavage while legitimately threatening to pop out a few more buttons.

“What a day! Interviewing labourers for some entry level positions. Bunch of greasy assholes leering at my tits all day.” She tried not to speak coarse like that when his dad was around, or her daughter, acting like a Lady of the Manor, but for whatever reason when it was just the two of them she let down her guard.

“Ahhhh well maybe if you didn’t wear such a tight top?” he tried to be helpful as he tried not to look.

“Now, Will,” she grinned at him, “I like showing off my tits for cute guys like you, just not the unshaven, balding, gap toothed, tattooed losers we hire for the lines.” She had him pegged a few days after she had first met him and now after being married to his father for two years and living with him she knew he wouldn’t tell his father the things she said or did when he was away and she flirted with him whenever she could. “Say, is Lynn at home?”

Lynn was Lauren’s nineteen year old daughter. Will’s age. She had inherited her mother’s good looks but was a bit shorter, very slender, with jet black hair that she usually wore straight and fell to midway down her back. Lynn could only be described as a spoiled brat. She was as conceited as her mother and shared her mother’s love at making him uncomfortable.

“She’s out with some of her friends. I think they’re going to a party tonight.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Ahhh, she was dressed for it?”

“Oh?” Lauren smirked at him, “How so?”

“You know. With makeup and stuff. She didn’t look like she was going to the beach or for a jog.”

“That girl shouldn’t be wearing makeup. She too pretty for it.”

“Hmmm,” he didn’t want to agree with his step mother so he just responded around a mouthful of sandwich. Lynn was definitely pretty, had a sinful body, and enjoyed flaunting her sexuality and making him feel as uncomfortable as her mother did. Will was in awe when he first met her, although that had long wore off, but she still remembered of course. Now she was painful to live with but he had to admit that both of them provided some real nice sight lines around the house.

His father was quite successful and their house was sprawling with a large garden, pool, back deck, detached guest house, driveway of interlocking stone, and a high black steel fence with electronic gate and security system. The house itself had full bathrooms off every bedroom with a walk out balcony as well. Large kitchen, dining room, a great hall, rec room, library, gym, sauna, steam room, other bathrooms, wine cellar, and more. So it was easy to maintain his privacy from them, although he had to admit they looked better than the expensive art that adorned the hose. Lauren was a trophy wife and played her part well when she took her father’s arm to go to the business functions and parties. His father was portly and now balding. Will had no doubt that Lauren married him for the money, home and lifestyle, although his father had told him in confidence that there was an iron clad prenuptial agreement in place. His father, like most guys, appreciated beautiful women and Will even noticed him glancing appreciatively at Lynn as she paraded around the house scantily clad.

“You going out tonight? Or is what’s her name coming over?” Lauren asked him as she retrieved a salad and a bottle of juice from the fridge.

“Ahhhh no. Heidi and her family are going out of town this weekend to visit a relative.”

“Heidi,” smirked Lauren, “Sounds like a sheep dog. Say! How’s her diet coming?”

“What diet? She isn’t on a diet!”

“Oh sorry honey! I just assumed.” Lauren looked at him smirking before grasping a cherry tomato from the salad and speared it with perfect white teeth.

“Jesus,” he grunted as he went to the dishwasher with his plate. Heidi was his girlfriend and although she didn’t have the body or looks like Lauren or Lynn she was a nice girl, pretty, but a bit heavy boned.

“I’m sorry Will!” she lied as she laughed, “So it’s just you and me for tonight! Want to hang out?”

“Ahhh I have some ahhh things to do.” He tried feebly.

“Come on! It’ll be fun! I don’t want to spend Friday night alone! We’ll go for a swim and enjoy the afternoon sunshine, have a glass or two of wine, our secret ok?” She winked at him, “Maybe a sauna? Watch a movie?”

He thought about it. Most of those things meant Lauren would Gaziemir Escort be wearing a bikini, Will didn’t think she even owned a one-piece. She had an amazing body and with just the two of them he didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him steal a few looks. He knew he probably shouldn’t but he had an evil devil voice inside him when it came to Lauren and Lynn and he found himself agreeing.

“Great! Meet you out back in ten or fifteen.”

“Should I be doing this?” he asked himself as he changed into swim trucks and looked down at his half erect cock. He knew when he saw Lauren in a bikini there wouldn’t be no half anymore. “Well, I should be trying to be friendly with her. Nothing is ever going to happen. She’ll flirt a bit, see my boner, and have a great laugh to herself at my expense. It’ll make her night.” He was after having sex with Heidi five times now so he wasn’t totally inexperienced. He was still a healthy nineteen year old though and since Lauren and Lynn had moved in it seemed he had one continuous hard on. He had tried to resist masturbation but then one night he had a wet dream about Lynn and woke up with sperm all over his boxers and bed sheets so he thought then it was better to blow off some steam from time to time watching internet porn instead of having himself think of them while he did it.

He pulled on a loose tee shirt with his trunks and got a pair of dark sunglasses and went out to the pool deck. He selected a lounger where he would see her walking out and got comfortable. It didn’t take long her for her to emerge wearing a tiny black bikini with a wispy wrap around her shapely hips. His glasses let him watch her as she walked over and then take off the wrap to lay it on the lounger next to him.

“Guys with dark glasses,” she remarked with a grin, “Oldest trick in the book? Hope you enjoy the view Will.” She took an elastic off her wrist and basically posed for him as she tied her hair back, “Come on, let’s have a swim.”

“Ahhhh I wasn’t …”

“Sure you were Will. I’m not stupid and you’re not gay.”

“But …”

“And I’m not your mom. It’s ok to get turned on a bit. Jesus you’re nineteen for fuck’s sake. I know I look good. Don’t worry about it.”

“This is getting awkward.”

She laughed, “Look Will. Everyone in this house is having a look at someone that maybe they shouldn’t. You’re looking at me and Lynn. Me and Lynn are looking at you and your father is looking at Lynn. Admiring someone physically isn’t wrong. Getting aroused isn’t wrong. You have to relax a bit.”

“Lynn is looking at me?”

“You stay away from her!” Lauren laughed, “Come on now, take off the tee shirt and shades. If your trucks are all tented out I promise I’ll just be flattered, not mad or creeped out.”

So he took off his shades and stood up to pull off his tee shirt, knowing that now he had a raging erection. Lauren looked down at him unabashedly and grinned when she saw his fullness. “Awww Will! You really do care!” She laughed as he blushed, “Come on, let’s get wet!”

They padded over to the large pool and jumped in. The cool water felt good on his skin and helped to ease his erection a bit. They swam a while and then walked out over the wide steps in the shallow end. He admired the way the water cascaded off her toned shapely body and then how the water ran in rivulets over her plump sexy ass as her bikini bottom was just a black line between the jiggling ass cheeks.

“Get us some wine, Will. And grab my cell phone too. It’s on the kitchen counter.”

Will’s heart was pounding when he went into the kitchen through the sliding doors that connected to the back deck. He didn’t drink much himself but felt he needed one or two now. His father was away on a business trip and wasn’t due home for a few days. He got a bottle of chilled white wine from the wine cooler and fished a bar knife from a kitchen drawer. He knocked back half a glass before filling up two and going back out once he had grabbed her cell phone.

“Thanks! Cheers!” she smiled from her lounger.

“Cheers,” he said a bit nervously as he handed Lauren her cell and took a gulp of wine.

“All secure,” she remarked as she looked at the display. Their security system could be accessed by an app on their cell phones. They could also see if anyone had come through the gate recently. “So don’t get freaked out but I’m going to take off my top. I hate tan lines.”

“Lauren! Ahhh is that a good idea?” he gulped.

“There’s no one here but you and I, Will. People in Europe tan topless all the time. It’s a bit more taboo here but you don’t have to tell anyone and there’s no one around to see me and no risk of anyone surprising us, I mean me, with the gate closed. So it’s no big deal. You get to see my tits. I’m sure you won’t be emotionally scarred.” With that she pulled off her bikini top like it was a tee shirt. Will literally gaped at her perfectly shaped breasts with little hard brown nipples. Lauren took a sip of wine, “Not bad hey?” she grinned shamelessly at him.

He gulped and looked at her in spite of his embarrassment. Besides her perky medium sized Güzelbahçe Escort breast her belly was toned and her legs long, slender and tanned. “Ahhhh yeah. Not bad.”

She settled in to tan and he gulped back the rest of his glass. Time seemed to stand still for Will.

“More wine.” She stirred and held out her glass.

“What? Oh … yeah….” He realized he had just spent the last fifteen minutes simply staring at the breathing rhythm of the swelling and ebbing of her breasts. He stood up to take her glass.

“Well now. You’re a healthy boy aren’t you?” she snickered as she looked over. He realized his hard on was protruding predominantly, pushing out from his damp trunks.

“Jesus … I …. ahhh,” he stammered.

“Relax Will. You got a boner. Big deal. You’re nineteen and I’m a hot milf almost naked. You better have a boner. Now, get me my wine.”

“Ahhh yeah … sure … ahhh Lauren,” He went in and swigged a glass before emptying the last of the bottle into their glasses. “Oh Jesus,” he whispered to himself, “What a body. Nothing is going to happen though.”

He went back out and passed her a glass. Looking down his eyes travelled down her toned body to between her legs. It was obvious that she kept herself completely shaved and her tiny damp bikini bottoms stuck to her, outlining her pussy lips. “Wow,” he heard himself mutter.

“How sweet!” she smiled warmly at him, “A girl likes to be appreciated you know.” She took a few sips and lay back again for a while to catch the last bit of the evening sun.

“Let’s take a last dip and head to the sauna,” Lauren checked her phone, “All clear. Come on.” She got up and held out her hand, giggling as she looked down to confirm he still had his raging erection. “Just a quick kiss Will,” she said quietly and seductively, “We’ll blame the wine. No one will ever know.”

“I don’t know …” he began but she stepped in and draping her long arms around his neck tilted her head and kissed him softly. He felt his hands on her hips. She kissed him again slowly and softly. He almost groaned as he felt her hard nipples touch his chest. “Come on,” she grinned at him as he was speechless and turned to go to the pool. He followed and watched her ass sway hypnotically as she went.

They had another quick swim. The sun had gone down now and it had cooled off a bit when they got out. The outside pool lights had come on automatically. “It’s getting cool,” Lauren grinned at Will as she reached up to gently touch one of her nipples.

“Oh God,” he gulped and watched with wide eyes as she basically posed for him, reaching up with both hands to wring out her hair a bit while pushing out her chest with her hard brown nipples stuck out.

“Get me a towel.”

Will dashed to do her bidding. He got some towels from the outside rack and returned. He held one outspread for her and, still lying in the lounger, she allowed him to wrap it up around her shoulders. With his heart pounding he reached down and ran his hand slowly down the top of her leg and back. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Sauna. Or even better, hot tub. You get us another bottle of wine from the cooler.”

“Jesus …. She’s my father’s wife … Jesus.” He hissed to himself as he grabbed a second bottle of expensive white wine and opened it. He got fresh glasses and almost ran to the hot tub. Lauren was already in, up to her neck. When he came over with the wine she slid up, displaying her breasts again.

Lauren took her glass from Will. “Lynn will be out until late. I just texted her.”

“Ahhhh ok,” he then noticed her bikini bottoms on the side of the hot tube. With a gulp he slowly got in the hot bubbling water.

“Jesus, Will,” she laughed and the slipped her wine, “You have to relax. Take off your trunks.”

“Ahhhh I really don’t think that’s such a good idea Lauren.”

“Was feeling up my leg back at the pool a good idea?”

“Ahhhh maybe not.”

“Yeah, maybe it wasn’t but you did it anyway. It’s a beautiful night. Just relax and enjoy yourself Will. I’m having a wonderful time. Listen honey, we’re not going to have sex ok? So just relax.”

“Ok. Just you know … you’re …”

“I know honey. I’m twenty years older than you. Married to your dad. And really hot and in a hot tub naked with you.” She laughed and sipped her wine.

“That pretty much sums it up, except I have a girlfriend too.”

“We’re just relaxing honey. And there isn’t a soul in this universe that knows what we are doing. So just get comfortable. And enjoy the night.”

“Ahhhh yeah … ok,” he put down his wine glass and pulled off his trucks, after he had submerged. The hot water bubbling around his naked body did feel really good.

“Let me see?” she reached out and he passed them over and she laughed as she tossed them away. She smiled over at him as she sipped wine and he took a gulp of his before feeling her feet rub against his shins and then down to find his. Her toes intertwined with his, it was the most erotic and seductive thing he had ever experienced. “So, have you and Lynn had sex?”

“What?” he said with genuine İzmir Masaj Salonları surprise, “No! God no!”

“Come on Will. It was an honest question. You two are young, attractive, the same age, and spend a bit of time alone here. You’re not related. It’s not out of the realm of possibility.”

“Well no. We haven’t.”

“You’ve had sex with your girlfriend I hope?”

“Well …. ahhhh yes. A few times.”

“Lucky girl,” she finished her wine, “Where’s the bottle?”

“Ahhhh in the house.”

“You going to get it?” she smirked.

“Ahhhh can you pass me a towel?”

“Not fucking likely!”

He got up with his hand covering his erection and she laughed joyfully and hooted as he padded over the deck, “Look at that ass!” she called after him. He came back with the bottle of wine held in front of him and she laughed like he had never heard her laugh before. “Oh Will! You are too funny!” She held out her glass when his cock was back under water again.

They finished off the second bottle and he was feeling pretty relaxed now. Their legs and feet were tangled up under the bubbling water. Now and again he would get brave and find a leg or foot with his hand and caress her a little. She always gave him shy, or sly he couldn’t really decide, looks of encouragement when his hand found her. He still gasped in surprise and stiffened, grasping the sides of the hot tub, when her foot went between his legs and pushed up against his erection. “Lauren!” he gasped.

“Shhhhhh. No big deal Will,” she whispered silkily as she started to massage his erection with the sole of her foot.

“We can’t,” he grunted but made no movement, it just felt so damn good.

“Already doing it,” she giggled, “Relax will ya! Jesus you’ve been hard all evening. I don’t want you to think I’m just going to tease you and then leave you high and dry.” She had hooked her other foot behind him and was now using both feet to pull him slowly.

“I don’t think that’s a … ahhh,” he basically groaned.

“Feel good?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then just relax and feel good. No one will ever know but us. Our relationship won’t change. Just put your head back, relax, breath in the beautiful summer’s night air, and have a nice orgasm. No drama.” Her toes were now curled around his shaft and she worked him. “Feel good?”

“Oh God yes …”

“Gonna cum?”

“Yeah!” he gulped. Her question, which was as much instruction as question, pushed him over the edge. His cock buzzed with pleasure and then erupted. “Oh God …,” he gasped, “Oh God!” He could hear her laugh triumphantly as she continued to work him and his sperm pumped out, through her toes, into the hot water. As the pleasure receded a bit, guilt took its place, not enough that he wanted her to stop as it still felt really good. He looked over at her. She didn’t seem to be at all guilty.

She took her glass to drain the last mouthful as her feet slipped away from her. “There Baby. It’s already in the past and as far as the rest of the world is concerned it didn’t happen. So don’t fret.

“Yeah … ok …. ahhh thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s shower now and watch that movie.” She set her glass down again and rose with water streaming from her naked body. He gaped at her shapely hourglass body glistening in the floodlights.

“Oh wow,” he muttered.

She turned and smiled, “Come on now. And don’t cover yourself up. Be carefree. No one here but us remember?”

“Ahhh yeah,” he rose up and stepped out, coloring a bit as she blatantly looked at his cock, still half erect and basically sticking straight out.

“You’re too sweet Will,” she laughed as she padded over to rub a hand along his cheek and tilt her head to give him a long slow kiss on the lower lip. She grinned again, over her shoulder, as she walked slowly to shower.

“Oh wow,” he muttered again as he watched her bare ass jiggle and sway as she went.

There was a pair of outdoor showers between the hot tub and the pool. Frosted glass from the knees to neck areas with a simple swinging front door. The laundry basket and town rack was adjacent. Lauren looked over and giggled when he went to the other stall. They washed their hair from the soap dispensers on the wall, washing out the chlorine.

“Wash my back?” she asked shyly. He was amazed that she could sound like that because in no way, shape, or form was she shy.

“Ahhh … I …. ahhhh,” he looked confused.

“Well you’ll have to come over here with me of course silly,” she grinned.

His cock was rapidly swelling again, “Oh …. ahhhh … ok.”

She stepped back in the shower as he opened the door to come in, quickly looking down to see his cock almost completely erect again. “Ahhh the vigor of youth!” she said before turning her back to him. He put his hand into the dispenser that squirted foaming soap and then started rubbing it into her back, basically massaging her. “Mmmmmm that feels so nice Will,” she whispered. Her back got very clean that night but eventually there was only so much washing a back could get so his hands started to rove. Steam swirled around them as his hands travelled over her hips, up and down her sides and eventually around to her taught belly and finally to her beasts. He got more soap and started to lather up her tits, rubbing her rock hard nipples with his fingers. “Mmmmmm you like that Will?” she whispered as they swayed and turned slowly, as if in a dance, and the hot water cascaded over their bodies.

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He was really quite repulsive. In the dim light, she looked down at the man lying next to her, snoring softly into his favorite pillow that was older than their middle-school-bound son. She noted the bald patches, between which sparse black hair attempted in vain to shelter a scalp riveted with little brown moles. His gut, along with the waistband of his pants, had increased exponentially each year since their wedding night. Wistfully she glanced at the golden photo frame, so out of place in the dreary room laden with black furniture because he had claimed the color would “go well with anything.”

The photo frame had been her idea – after all, a black frame would have been absolutely morbid for housing their wedding photo. She thought of how he had been back then – a full head of dark hair, muscled, fit, and adventurous; nothing like the man next to her who had to sleep with compression socks every night because his ankles were so weak he could barely move. Well, there was no point in staring at something that caused so much discomfort. She turned off the light, closed the sultry romance novel she’d been reading before her mental excursion, and got into bed.

“I love you, dear,” he mumbled in his sleep.

“Mmmhrmmmooo,” she replied, in what she hoped could be translated as a suitable response. She didn’t like sounding like a rabid cow, but after high school she had vowed never to say that she loved someone if she didn’t mean it. Closing her eyes, she let her mind wander to the wild nights (and sometimes days) with her tall, chiseled co-worker at the office. She’d vowed never to be a cheater, but that man had been too good – better than this one would ever be, anyway. Plus, they had both agreed that the affair would be covert, dangerous, and unpredictable. They both figured it would bring some excitement into their mundane lives, him with a wife that resembled an overfed bulldog and her with a husband that could pass for a fat-bellied toad. An intelligent affair, they called it. One where they didn’t have to be married to be together. Meanwhile they could still fulfill their duties to their families. It comforted her moral misgivings, and she slept soundly as she had done every night since she’d fallen in love again.

–

Papers went flying as he flung her onto the coffee table. He pinned down her arms, studying her curvy body in the glow of the overhead lighting. Her chest heaved with desire as she stared up at him, her dark brown eyes deep Karabağlar Escort with lust. In the struggle to get her on the table, one of the buttons on her blouse (which had already been at critical tension) had popped open, revealing a peek of a lacy black bra. He felt himself harden immediately.

“Won’t your wife hear us?” She asked breathlessly, putting a hand on his firmly muscled chest. Almost as if against her will, her fingers traced the outline of his pecs and softly brushed his nipple. In response, he guided her hand down to the front of his pants, where his cock was straining to get out of the confines of his dark dress slacks. She bit her lip, trying to stop a moan of desire.

“Oh, baby, tonight I’m going to fuck you until everyone in the neighborhood hears us,” he whispered into her ear. She arched her back at his words, rubbing her crotch against his swelling member through the fabric of their clothes. He grabbed her breasts and fondled them roughly, causing her to give a purr of satisfaction. Unable to wait, he ripped her blouse open and pulled down her bra. Her dark brown nipples were already stiffened in extreme arousal. He urgently undid the zipper of her pants and pulled them to her knees. She was wearing a black lacy g-string that barely covered the pink swelling of her aroused lips. Sliding the flimsy string aside, he plunged three fingers deep into her wet pussy.

She moaned loudly. “Oh God, Eddie!”

She had shaved her entire pussy for him, just the way he liked it. There was no mistaking the erect pink clit and the way it made her entire body shake as he sucked on it. She moaned and thrashed on the table as he finger fucked the shit out of her. Her juices were flowing down her sleek thighs and onto the table.

“Eddie, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She yelled, grabbing the table for support as her body quaked in spasms of pleasure. He felt her contract around his fingers, and the thought of sticking his cock in that tight space caused him to groan in anticipation.

As if she could read his thoughts, she sat up and unfastened his belt. As she undid the zipper and pulled down his boxers, his erect cock hit her in the face. She grabbed all eight inches and took him in her mouth. He groaned as she twisted and sucked.

“Charice, I’ve gotta have you now,” he moaned, pushing her back onto the table and ramming his dick into her dripping wet pussy.

She screamed in ecstasy, Karaburun Escort both of them gasping as he pummeled her over and over.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” He yelled, feeling like the king of the world as he stared at her beautiful, flushed face helpless in the throes of pleasure. Her massive tits bounced with every thrust. She moaned again, screaming his name as they both came at the same time.

There was complete silence except for their gasping at the intensity of their lovemaking. Slowly, he pulled out, and felt a surge of pride at the creamy white liquid spilling out of her cunt.

“Fuck, you’re too good,” she whispered. “We’ve made such a mess.”

“Does it matter?” He whispered back, nibbling on one nipple. It immediately hardened again. He gave it a long suck, which caused her to moan again. There was a twinkle in his eye as he pulled back and saw the mix of longing and frustration in her eyes. “Wait here, I’ll get you cleaned up.”

He took off his sweaty shirt and left for the kitchen as she got up and attempted to fix herself. The lacy black g-string was completely soaked through; she pulled it off and stuffed it into her handbag. Eddie came back from the kitchen with a roll of paper towels and Lysol. Gently, he wiped his cum from around her legs, making sure he stopped at her clit to give it a good rubbing. He rubbed harder and faster, causing her to shiver and moan. As he sensed she was nearing climax, he smacked her pussy with his other hand. He felt himself starting to become aroused again as he watched her hands clench in orgasm. He shook his head to clear it, avoiding staring at any part of her tantalizing body. It was late, and they actually did have work to do at some point tonight. Charice sat up silently and understood his hesitation.

“There’ll be more later, if you can handle it,” she whispered, gently caressing his balls.

“Don’t tempt me, love. How about we get these accounting figures drawn up, and then I reward you for being patient?”

She giggled like a schoolgirl, and started to pull up her pants over her naked ass. He diverted his gaze and concentrated on cleaning the table, trying not to play back the jiggle of those marvelous cheeks as they slid into the fabric. She made sure to give him a glimpse of her sleek cleavage when she leaned over to gather papers, some soaking wet with both of their juices. She licked a page, never releasing her eye contact with him.

“Stop Karşıyaka Escort it, you,” he said, rolling his eyes and trying to tame his eager dick.

“But I’m so horny,” she said, sitting down on the couch and spreading her legs wide open.

“Just once more?” She started rubbing the outside of her pants, where Eddie knew underneath lay her naked cunt. He swallowed hard as she moaned with pleasure at the sensation of the rough fabric moving against her clit. A wet spot grew larger and larger at her crotch as she pleasured herself.

He had lost the will battle. With a cry, he leapt on her and pulled off her pants once more. He flipped her over so that he had a view of her ass, glistening and dripping with shiny wetness.

“Face down, bitch,” he ordered, and she obediently conceded, wiggling her ass at him. He grabbed it and rubbed the tip of his dick against her sopping wet pussy.

“Put it in! Fuck me, please,” she begged.

He slid his cock into her ass, and felt her freeze in shock at the sensation. It was tight, even tighter than her pussy. As he began to pump, he heard her scream with ecstasy. He was going to cum real soon. He reached over and began playing with her clit. She collapsed, nails scratching at the floorboards as her body gave in to a huge orgasm. He kept fucking her up the ass, relishing the sound of her loud moaning and the slap of their wet bodies against each other. The force with which he came actually forced his dick out of her ass. Little spurts of cum spilled out of her pink hole. She lay on the floor, gasping.

“Did your wife really sleep through all that?” She asked him, giggling.

He laughed too, kissing her fully on the lips.

“See? Don’t mess with sleep aids. Why don’t you give your husband some so we can do it right on that ugly black corduroy couch of yours?”

“You’re quite malicious,” she said, rolling her eyes and running her hands down his bare chest.

“What if that kills him? He’s already on pain meds.”

“Oh come on. You know there’re plenty of celebrities that do worse. I’m just kidding, anyway. What would happen to me if you were thrown in jail for forcing someone to abuse prescription medication? I don’t think I’d be able to take it.”

To ease her mind, he slid his fingers down into her wet cunt again, playing with her swollen lips and her erect clit. She moaned, ready for another round. He could feel the blood pounding in his head, letting him know that he was ready, too. Her moans got louder and louder as he worked her pussy in and out.

“Just do me! Do me anywhere!” Charice moaned. He pushed her against the wall and continued to rub her clit. “Fuck! I’m going to cum – “

They both heard a creaking on the stairs.

“Oh shit,” he breathed, as they both froze.

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She was heading up to Cordoba’s room. What could he possibly want now? At this critical moment, there was no time for games, and Cordoba loved games. Oh, he never called them as such. He never even insinuated that it was foolishness that came across his mind. No, to him, he was a fucking genius. And geniuses deserved special treatment and every idea warranted top consideration. Maria hated this cat and mouse shit. But, Cordoba was the key, the mastermind behind everything. She was owed a debt; a large debt and without him, she couldn’t obtain everything she was after. Without him, there was no purpose; not plot; no end of the story. And this story needed an end.

This house is too fucking huge she thought to herself as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. Some people would consider this place a mansion; seven bedrooms, 4 baths, three offices. There was a sunken in living room with a stone fireplace. A master kitchen with stainless steel appliances and a chef’s island which led into a master dining room. Off to the left of the living room was a den or library, whichever one would prefer to call it. There were books from all different authors. Classics by Edgar Rice Burroughs and spy novels such as penned by Ian Fleming. There was Isaac Asimov, and James Patterson. Poetry by Emily Bronte, Edward Lear, and Lewis Carol. Books on mathematics and the sciences. You name the subject and there was a book there that covered it. But none of the books in that room told the tale that Maria was weaving. Nor would there ever be a book written and placed in that library about what she was doing. Who would want to write about the kind of person she had become. The house meant nothing to her. Money was not of any value. The house; the wealth; the comfort, she hadn’t earned it. It was given to her by her dead father and his nice and tidy will. Hell, she hadn’t accomplished a single thing in her life. She was 28 years old and couldn’t hold one moment up as a trophy for a task she had completed on her own. Everything was given. She was pampered. She was served. She was walking money. So the question that had to be answered was, how could a man owe her anything that something of such value would be taken from him.

She stopped at a door and knocked.

“Come in Maria. I’ve been waiting for you.”

As she walked into the room there was Cordoba. He didn’t have a stitch of clothes on and he was sitting in his thickly padded office chair with his huge cock sticking straight up in the air. He had been jacking it off because the tip was wet from the pre-cum that had dribbled out from his shaft.

“I was going to ask you what you wanted, but I can fucking see that.”

Maria had been through this many times with Cordoba. But she had to please him. She had to make sure he would come through when the time warranted it. And besides, his cock was long and thick, and as stupid as he was at times, the guy knew how to fuck a girl. She unzipped her black dress from behind, and slowly let it drop to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath. She never wore panties or a bra. She loved the thrill it gave her when she would be out, in a bar somewhere, or at a meeting wearing a short skirt, bending over and letting anyone who chose see her cunt. Then she’d make them squirm when their cocks tried to get out of their pants. Every once in a while she’d get lucky and find a wild one, a guy who was bold. She’d bend over as if to pick something up, or to adjust her shoe, and she’d feel a pair of hands grab her ass, and a dick slammed into your cunt. She’s spread her legs a little bit wider and let the fucking begin. Fucks like these didn’t last very long. Too much excitement on the guys part. After about 3 or 4 minutes of deep hard pounding, there would come the sudden deep thrust, and then the sporadic jerking and the grunts, and then the ejaculation of gallons of semen. The cock would easily slide out. The guy would leave, and Maria would walk away with sperm running out from her pussy down her legs.

She walked over to Cordoba until she was within his reach. His oversized hands roamed caressingly up and down her back, paying special attention to the round, protruding globes of her pliant soft and smooth ass as he cupped the cheeks, then pinched and massaged them, making ridges of her silky flesh ooze like white butter through his strong fingers. After a few moments, he felt her naked loins swelling, as Maria began to slide her moist naked cunt up and down the rock-hard shaft of his cock. He let his lips reach out to hers. He kissed her hard.

Breaking the deep kiss, Cordoba rumbled in his heavily accented voice, “You can go down on me Maria, right now.

It wasn’t exactly an order or a command. He was just telling her what he wanted her to do, and somehow, without being forced or coerced, she had always obeyed him unquestioningly. To her it was the best play she had.

“Okay, baby!” she breathed,

She slithered naked down over him, pausing for a moment to lick and suck at both of his nipples, burrowing down through the thick hair on his chest to get at them. Maria knew that he liked it, so she bore the intense Çeşme Escort tickling sensation his hair produced on her lips and nose. It was a small favor in return for the complete satisfaction he gave her each time they fucked. And he did know how to satisfy. She didn’t deny in her mind how she loved to fuck him.

Cordoba moaned his satisfaction with her as she obediently knelt – her heavily ripened breasts swaying like fruit ready to be picked – between his widespread legs. She was holding the lust-thickened shaft of his cock with one hand, while the other caressed his chest. Naked kneeling below him, Maria had sucked up one of his egg-sized testicles into her soft warm mouth and was gently licking it with her tongue. His hands went down to her jet-black hair to smooth and caress her. In the next few moments, she had likewise sucked on his other sperm-filled ball. The feel of her hot little mouth working down there between his legs gave him a whole series of erotic sensations. Then she was licking him, her tongue flicking back along the sensitive flesh behind his scrotum until she was nudging her tongue tip into the sensitive, puckered ring of his ass. He moaned and writhed under the electric charge of it, groaning, “God, baby … that’s it! That’s nice! Damned nice!” He felt his wildly aching cock throb and lurch involuntarily shooting a short squirt of sperm, and after a moment, he gasped. “That’s enough, Maria!”

His hands on her head pulled her wet probing tongue away, then he was guiding her hungrily opened mouth toward the bloated head of his pulsating penis. Her smoke-gray eyes bored up at him sexily as she murmured, “That must have given you quite a charge. I your cock released a bit of that sperm of yours baby!”

“You know damned well it did! Shit! My cock stood up and yelled for attention!”

“Mmmmmmmnnnn!”, she mumbled unintelligibly as her sensuous lips opened wide and slowly slid down over the dripping head of his penis, her wet little tongue instantly beginning to swirl around and around the smooth, satiny flesh. One hand held the long thick shaft while her other caressed his scrotal sac, scratching lightly with her nails.

Now, as he signaled her with his hands on her head, Maria began to bob up and down, gradually absorbing more and more of his enormous cock’s shaft into her warm sucking mouth and partway down her comfortably relaxed throat.

Cordoba watched her cheeks hollow and fill with the exertion of sucking pressure, and enjoyed the lurid sight of her wet lips nibbling up and down the thick trunk of his penis.

Involuntarily, now, his hips were rising, countering her greedily sucking lips, and he knew it was time to stop – otherwise she’d have to keep on sucking him until he exploded his churning load of hot semen into her mouth.

With rough hands, Cordoba tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up, her moist mouth reluctantly coming off the glistening wet shaft of his cock, and he growled, “You can stop sucking my prick now! Come on up here and get on top of me, for a good ride.”

Maria’s disappointment was short-lived, as she looked up into Cordoba’s excited face with surprise at his impulsively rough action, but as soon as she understood what it was he wanted her to do, she crawled gracefully up over his body, until she straddled him. Cordoba pulled a pillow over to him and propped himself up in the bed, then ordered, “Not that way! Turn around!”

She liked the woman on top position for fucking; it made it easier for her to control the depth to which his thick length

penetrated her, so she was glad to do his biding. Swiveling around, she turned her back to him, then leaning forward against his drawn-up knees, she reached back to guide his massive throbbing cock into the moist, opening of her swollen cunt. The moment she touched his rod, she felt it jerk a sudden massive jerk. She immediately felt another long warm jet of sperm shoot up against her cunt lips.

“Oh FUCK!!! Cordoba cried as he strained every muscle in his body to prevent the uncontrollable spasms that would drain his balls. Sweat beaded up upon his forehead as he sensed he had prevented his ejaculation.

“My, you are excited aren’t you” she cooed.

Maria loved the feeling of cum dripping of her pussy. She waited until she was sure he had regained control. Carefully, she rocked back on his lust-hardened shaft, allowing its thickness to slide up into her clinging fuckable tunnel with slow

deliberateness. “AAAaaaahhh!” she sighed contentedly when she had absorbed all of it. “There!” Her petite arms went out to embrace his hair-covered legs, as behind her Cordoba’s hands roamed over her naked curved back.

Then his searching hands were on the silky, unblemished smoothness of her ass, sliding down under it and lifting her hips slightly. As he relaxed, allowing her to sink back down on his now wet glistening shaft, he flexed his hips upward at the same time to drive his now semen filled penis deeper up into her eagerly sucking vagina.

God! It was absolutely wonderful, Maria thought, the way his long hard Çiğli Escort penis filled her; she could feel every throbbing lurch of it, and every square inch of its rigid and veined surface was in heated contact with her tightly clasping vaginal tunnel. Taking her cue from him, she began to rock back and forth, sliding her wildly responding pussy up and down on his rock-hard pole of male flesh. She moved slowly at first, then began to fuck faster, more as she felt the ecstatic sensations racing maddeningly through her. Finally, she was moving much as a skilled horsewoman moves at a trot, slamming her naked rounded ass down hard against his abdomen to absorb his thick engorged pole to the fullest, then rising high above him until just the lust-bloated head remained in her hot searing cunt.

Behind and under her, Cordoba massaged and pinched her smooth working ass, his hands like a cruel goad to her, while at the same time his hips drove his pulsating shaft up into the warm moistness of her pussy with demanding urgency.

“Shit Maria. Fuck my cock. Fuck it till you cum. Squirt baby. Fuck me till you’re dripping wet.”

Faster and faster, Maria rode him like a bucking horse at a rodeo. Her breathing was uncontrolled, gasping, and her head rolled around and around, swishing her long black hair across her shoulders. The room was filled with the sounds of her fucked cunt. Juices were flowing out from her and all around the piston working within her, making it easier for the fucking shaft to slide in deeper and deeper with each thrust. She wanted it never to end, while at the same time she sensed her explosive orgasm would arrive almost any second now.

“Oh, God!” she moaned. “I’m going to cum! IIII’mmmm going to ccccuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmm! Nowwwwwwwwww!

AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhh!” “Fucking ram me. Impale with your cock right fucking now. Split my cunt wide open. OH SHIT!!!”

With a final, squatting thrust, she convulsed spasmingly and clasped her arms tightly around his knees, as her wild delirious climax surged through her. Every time she lifted herself up to slam back down, her cunt juice sprayed out in streams over Corboba’s cock. And then, BAM, back down again hard and deep. Her asshole was constricting with each contraction of her pussy. She couldn’t stop. On and on it seemed like. Would her orgasm come to an end? In one way she wanted it to, but in another she wanted the fucking to go on and on. But she desired sperm. She wanted sperm. This fucking wouldn’t be complete unless her cunt was overflowing with semen. Suddenly she felt herself moving forward

Cordoba, beneath her, was close to his own spewing release, but when he felt Maria’s orgasmic contractions on his penis, he had to do something else. Quickly, he straightened out his legs. Maria fell forward with them, then he was freeing himself to get up on his knees. Maria’s cunt was spraying juice everywhere. With strong, commanding hands and powerful arms, he grasped her at the hips and pulled her up to her knees. Almost desperately, he came in behind her and plunged his aching demanding cum dripping cock deep into the wet clinging depths of her hot orgasming cunt. He paid no attention to her muffled moans as, boarlike, he fucked her from behind with wild, animalistic grunts coming from deep in his throat.

“Ah, Maria, you fucking whore – Your pussy is – like velvet.”

Slamming away, he gored her, fucking with an insane determination, his powerful thrusts jarring her kneeling young body with flesh-slapping, bone-crashing cruelty. After several moments of this, he felt his orgasm coming to him. He felt his swollen balls begin to tighten up and pull up toward his body. The spasms of ejaculation were beginning at the very root of his penis foretelling of the bursting damn the would force the jetting stream of his white-hot sperm to race the full length of his long jerking rod and spew deep into Maria’s furiously milking womb.

“You fucking two bit slut. I’m going to cum in you deep.” “I’m going to make sure you know that your tight fucking pussy has been drenched in my semen”….”FUCK….I CUMMMINGGG!!!”

He came! With a satisfied, grunting oath, he thrust into her wet heated vagina as far as he could go and held his cock there for a few seconds allowing the first few shots of sperm to splash up against her inner wall. He wanted her to know he was cuming. But he didn’t want to lose the friction of orgasm, so he began to pound her uncontrollably increasing the power of his orgasm. His balls were working overtime producing the sperm needed for this gigantic ejaculation and he so enjoyed the gloriously vibrant feeling of his insanely pumping cock, as his semen hosed through him, to jet from its slitted tip, spraying deep into the moist warm confines of her cunt.

There was no more room for cum in Maria’s pussy, and Cordoba was still pumping his load, so he pulled out of her, her pussy reluctantly letting his cock go by producing a suction sound. He grabbed hold of his tool and began to madly jack it off allowing spews of semen to shoot up on Maria’s back, Foça Escort ass and thighs.

“Oh yes baby!” Maria moaned. “Cum on my ass.” “Shoot that last of your load on the crack of my ass”.

Cordoba jacked away wildly, until the streams of sperm lessened and lessened until it was just a steady trickle seeping out of the tip of his cockhead. Finally, with his balls pumped dry, his massive cock softening, and his strength spent, he collapsed on top of Maria, and as her knees gave way, they slid down against the softness of the floor.

After only a few moments of quiet communion and his penis now dead, he rolled from on top of her and said, “You were just great, Maria. So fucking great.” “But” he continued, you know I have a phone call to make.”

“Yes you do” she responded. “Now’s the time to make it, but first we need to clean up don’t you think.”

They both took a shower…together. They got dressed, walked downstairs and entered the den, closing the door behind them. Cordoba picked up the phone, took a piece of paper from off the desk. There was a name and a phone number on it. He dialed the number. The phone began to ring.

“It won’t be long now. I was listening to the two of them; fucking. Cordoba was really shoving it into her. I thought they’d never finish. But now that they’re done and in the den, I would imagine that he’s on the phone now. I guess the only question left is if you’re really worth all this time and effort. Before were finished with all this mess, you will have paid me back for everything you’ve done.

Jack Lester looked at the women sitting next to him on the couch. Her name was Virginia Wales. As far as he was concerned payback was going to begin right now; today. But not just today. He considered Virginia kind of like a loan which would take many installments to be paid off.

The question that Virginia was asking herself in all of this was could she hold out? Could she stop this man from fucking her, violating her before she was home with her husband. She had never had sex with anyone but her husband, but she could see it in this man’s eyes. She could see it in his pants. He wanted to fuck her.

“You’re looking at me like I’m a whore.” Virginia said.

“You can get off that whore kick!” Jack growled. “You’re just feeling sorry for yourself – but make no mistake, I’m going to fuck the ass right off of you!” “Cordoba won’t stop me. Maria won’t stop me.” “They wouldn’t dare. All that matters is that when this ordeal is all done you’re allowed to go home, providing you will want to go home when I’m finished with you.

“I’m not going to bed with you, now or ever … so you can get that idea out of your head r-right now!”

She had to try one last plea. Her voice was choked and hoarse. “Please Jack … won’t you g-give me a chance to pay you back … some other way for what my husband’s done?

“Yeah! You’re making the first installment today!” he told her with a lewd grin, as his hand reached the hem of her dress. “At least this way you both get to live and have that happy ending every married couple dreams of.”

Almost undetectably, her legs moved involuntarily apart, the feeling of helpless defeat strong in her, and Jack moved upward with confidence, his exploring fingers scouting the way.

Then his hand was there on the warm throbbing mound between her slightly spread legs, his fingers rubbing searchingly along the flimsy nylon panties that just barely covered her warm moistened vaginal slit. Slowly, his out-stretched middle finger slipped in under the elastic leg band, and, before she was fully aware of what was happening, he was caressing the already blood swollen lips of her wet pulsating pussy. The sexy feel of her warm young flesh, the softness of her thin, golden pubic hair, against his exploring fingers, inflamed him with passion and an urgency to follow his searching fingers with the hardness of his massive erect penis.

Then he kissed her hard, his tongue, pointed and demanding, bursting through her wet parted lips to stab probingly into her mouth as his arm sucked around her trim little waist to crush her voluptuous trembling body close to him. Below, his finger played at the moistened mouth of her hot throbbing vaginal opening, dipping just inside her pussy lips with sensuous insistence, then moving upward under the flimsy covering of her nylon panties to find the hot, swollen and now hard clitoris. He could feel his shorts getting wet with the pre-cum oozing out of the slit at the tip of his penis.

Virginia moaned up into his mouth as his extended middle finger made electrical contact with the sensitive little nerve bud, and her hips moved under her in a futile, writhing attempt to escape his tantalizing fingering. It was no use! There was no escaping its teasing brushings along the short, hot length of her clitoris. A few seconds later she found her writhing hips were thrusting up with a fevered urgency against his teasing finger. Suddenly the aroused young wife stiffened, catching herself up short God! What am I doing? I’m acting like I really want it … like I want him to do it to me … just like when my husband gets me all worked up … and I c-can’t help myself, I’m so far gone! Then the painful realization: My Husband! Randy! Oh, my God, I’m almost about to be fucked by someone other than him! I never intended to do this! But what could I do? This man’s got me both coming and going!

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Truth is, I don’t really do blow jobs. Well not as a matter of course, it is not the main item on the menu. I can never make up my mind if I really enjoy it or not.

Depends on a lot of things; to start with, and I suppose to finish with, he has to be clean. Not carbolic soap; can you imagine the taste of that in your mouth? No just fresh, out of the shower, that type of thing, just the slightest whiff of genitals, enough to arouse, not choke.

And my mood. I sometimes get the whim then back off for a host of reasons that I have never really been able to figure out. I can’t look at him and then go down on him, maybe I need to suspend reality, pretend he is someone else. The thought makes me tingle, who am I imagining him to be?

I think because I am Catholic, not practicing, but had enough drummed in through childhood and my teens to build a wall between my actions and my sexuality. Every time he tries to go down on me, I see the damn Priest. Not that the Priest ever took us to one side and told us anything; no one told us anything, it wasn’t discussed. Maybe that is the problem. If we had been more open about sex maybe, I could just enjoy doing this without the feeling of doing something wrong.

I am enjoying it, now I’ve got into it. I love the way he twitches as my tongue runs over the slit, he’s really sensitive there, I wonder if all men are. Can’t do too much of that because he starts pushing, wanting to get deeper into my mouth.

I’ve never understood how some girls can take it all the way in. I’ve seen them do it on the internet. Most of the time they look like their choking, finding it so hard to breath there is snot blasting from their noses. It’s not cum is it? No can’t be. I’m sure I would be sick if it went that far in, Alsancak Escort couldn’t help myself.

No, I prefer a less frantic approach, as long as I’m in the mood. I prefer just taking the head in, letting it briefly fill me and pull out again, running my tongue around and across it. Sometimes I like to just lick it like a lollypop before the urge takes me and I need it in my mouth, but never far. When it enters my body, it had better be between my legs, where we can both enjoy its length and movement.

Poor love, he is having such trouble keeping it up. Not now, now, my tongue is turning him on like nothing on earth; he loves this, when I push my tongue back against his flesh, massaging it, pushing it around my mouth. No, I mean straight sex, he’s ok at the foreplay, gets me worked up, and then as soon as he is in, he starts to soften. Gets leg cramps, starts thinking he’s not going to be able to finish and that’s it. Vicious circle. He can’t do it, so he can’t do it. So I thought I’d give him a blow job, see if that can shock him out of what ever it is that is stopping him performing.

He has a nice dick. Actually I find men’s dicks really quite repulsive, it’s not really a thing of grace is it? I mean, it sticks out, there’s no mystery to it, it’s there, on display, better to get it tucked away somewhere it can do some good. I like to touch this one though. I like taking it in my mouth when it’s all little and feel it grow. How many times must he have thought he was going to get a blow job when all I really wanted to do was the sensation of it growing in my mouth, get it wet just so he can slip it in me easier. I’m quite tight, he’s not especially big, but it slips in easier when I wet it first.

He often tries to wet me, go down on me. I love feeling his tongue down there; that is when I’m not racked with worry over what he is doing. It is stupid because I really do Ayrancılar Escort enjoy it, but I’m always thinking I smell, even though he says he loves my smell, or, I see that damn Priest. I wish I’d been more relaxed about it, it’s nice to feel him lapping away down there, poking away at my lips and clit with his tongue delving in and out, and I’ll tell you a secret, when he’s had enough, and comes up for air to kiss me, I just love the smell on his moustache, the taste on his lips. I suppose that is why I play with myself so much, so I can lick my fingers. I wonder if he would like to watch me play with myself, maybe that will keep him stiff for a few minutes.

When I see a woman in the street and we catch each other’s eyes, you know that look, you just wonder what would happen if you talked with her. I think about going down on them, wondering what I would find, hairy or shaved, sweet or bitter. I’m sweet, thick clear sweet juices, most of the time anyway, depends what time of the month it is. Once he went down on me near my period, said I tasted tangy, metallic. Sure enough, when he fucked me, out it came stained with my blood. That was kind of exciting, I somehow felt closer to him knowing he had tasted that.

He’s getting excited, beginning to pump into my mouth, back off, just keep the head popping in and out. If he gets too close, use your teeth, just to cool him off, I want to take my time over this, enjoy him properly. If this is the closest I’m going to get to being fucked for a while, I’m going to make the most of it. I love the touch of him, fingers tightly ringed working him gently up and down. He likes it when I wank him and I like watching him spurt, feeling the hot wetness of him on my hand. He tastes a little bitter, though that depends what he’s been eating. Today, he tastes nice; though we haven’t started the main course yet, just some little dribbling.

I Balçova Escort remember the first time I did this. We had a great lunch, drunk far too much wine and pulled off the road into some scrub bushes. I went straight for it, just wanted to feel him in me and the car was too small to start playing gymnastics. I was bobbing up and down on him when he suddenly said stop, there’s someone watching, and sure enough, there was some creep in the bushes hanging around wait to catch someone at it.

Still it was nothing like that place we discovered outside Aostia, near Rome on the coast; the condom tree. It was about fifty metres off the road, a shaded glade you could drive under. Everywhere you looked there were condoms hanging of the branches. Really freaked us out, we reversed out of their with our tails between our legs. I was so fucking sexy, thinking of all the people that had been fucking there, that I wanted to get straight back to the campsite and fuck his brains out, but when we got back, the others had arrived. I remember him bringing me off with his hand while I lay on my tummy talking with the others; he’d worked his way into my shorts and gently stroked his finger in and out as I lay there, leaving it in me so I could work my muscles against it then slowly pulling it out and just as slowly pushing it back in again. The tension of laying there being finger fucked with everyone else around not having a clue of what he was doing to me was just astonishing. How I kept still or the others didn’t notice, I will never know. He had such a surprise later when he went down on me and found I had shaved off my pubes in the shower as a kind of reward for him. Christ we had some good sex that night.

It is memories like that, what we have shared, that make me want to help him over this little problem. Now you go away, let me concentrate on my sucking and stroking. I want to feel him lose control, to fill my mouth, don’t want you in my head. He’s nearly there now, maybe if I just finger his bum. Yes, that is what he wanted. Fill me my love, fill me until I overflow.

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I am riding my bicycle on the bike path as I normally do several times a week to stay in shape, that is, when I don’t feel like jogging. Its a late summer day mid-morning, not too crowded just a few walkers, bike riders and joggers spaced about every five minutes as I ride.

Its one of those perfect days, quiet, only with the distant sounds of the birds chattering in the gently rustling trees and the babbling stream next to the trail. Most of the people on the trail I’ve seen many times and make a point to say hello as I pass. Everyone uses the trail young, old, birdwatchers, families, groups of teenagers, serious runners – a very diverse group who seem to enjoy being outside.

I must admit that every once in a while I can’t help but notice an attractive lady. Hey, I’m a guy, so I can’t help but let a teenie fantasy run through my mind and then keep going – I’m here for the exercise. Often times I wonder if some of the ladies don’t have their own little fantasies.

Everything is relatively uneventful as I pedal, trying to take in the sounds and smells of the forest as I keep my legs in motion. Up ahead I see what looks to be someone sitting on a fallen log next to a bicycle laying on its side just off the pavement. As I get closer I notice its a person I’ve seen a number of times on the trail and have exchanged greetings.

As I pass I say my “Good Morning” and keep moving but glancingly notice that her bicycle has a bent rim and flat tire.

About 20 yards beyond her I debate whether I should stop to help her keep on going. I decide to stop and turn around pedaling back to her position sitting on the log. When I get to her I can’t help but notice she scraped her knee as well.

I tell her that I saw that her bike had a flat and asked if there was anything I could do to help her.

She hesitates a brief moment and shyly says “I think I’m OK but somehow I need to get the bike back to my car and my wrist and knee really hurt. Nothing broken but its hard for me to push the bike.”

I offer to help her take her bicycle back to her car. She thanks me and keeps apologizing for the inconvenience as I pick up her bike and start to push both of them back toward the parking area – about two miles away.

We start talking and she mentions that she has seen me a number of times on the trail and feels safe letting me help her.

“No problem”, I tell her.

As we walk casually discussing the quiet scenery, I see that she has a fairly substantial diamond on her left ring finger.

My glance must have been noticeable because she comments – “I’m married but my husband doesn’t like to be outdoors and we find ourselves pursing different interests.”

I nod trying to remain a bit indifferent to her comment. To my surprise she keeps the conversation going about her husband and marriage. More than I need to know but it sounds like a familiar story.

Finally she pauses and asks “What about you, are you married”?

I tell her I was for a long time, but I am currently divorced and add that I know what she is talking about when couples seem to drift apart.

After walking about a half mile we finally realize we don’t know each other’s names and almost simultaneously extend our hands in a greeting, announcing our respective names. Both look each other in the eye and laugh at the fact we omitted our formal introduction earlier in the conversation. After touching her and looking into her eyes I can sense the wheels of her mind were beginning to turn – like a thought just unexpectedly came over her.

A long pause in the conversation and she blurts out “My husband and I have drifted so far apart we don’t even do it anymore.”

“Do what?” I ask.

She laughs “Come on you know.”

“Oh, that.” I respond with a nervous snicker.

“You know I see a lot of guys on the trail and often have fantasies about what it would be like to – you know.”

I confide I often have the same thoughts and wonder if sometimes they are not mutual with the ladies.

“Are you kidding!?” she says loudly.

Now I notice that her breathing has gotten a bit more pronounced as if slightly out of breath and she pauses to nervously pull her long auburn hair back from her face. She is really quite attractive, brown eyes, an interesting nose – not tiny but it Alaçatı Escort complements her face. She is about 5’4″ tall, in fairly good shape with a well proportioned body as accentuated by her spandex running tights. Very sexy and getting more so with each step we take together.

She tells me that she and her girl friends really get into talking about their fantasies.

“Like what” I sheepishly ask.

“Well, like meeting an attractive stranger on the bikepath and taking him into the woods for wild sex.”

“And is this your fantasy too?” I ask.

“Yes, and sometime when I get back home alone all sweaty from riding my bike, I strip naked and grab my hard little rubber friend for some wild action on the living room floor just thinking about some of the guys I saw.”

At this she stops, moves in front of me, after glancing up and down the bike path to see if anyone is in sight, and plants a wide open wet kiss over my lips. Her tongue pushes its way into my parted mouth as she closes her lips and emits a slow moan from deep in her heaving chest -“Mmmmmm.”

She grabs my crotch with her hand and starts to massage my growing penis through my running shorts. Seizing the moment I pull her closer and grab her ass with both hands pulling her closer to me, exchanging the deepness of her kiss sucking her tongue deeper into my mouth.

I move my hands under her tee shirt to her heaving breasts – her nipples are hard as diamonds. She moves her hand from outside of my shorts over the stretch band an proceeds to push her fingers to my bare cock which is now throbbing uncontrollably as she strokes it up and down in a milking motion. Reaching lower she places my testicles in her palm, squeezing them gently and rolling them from side to side.

My hands now descend from her nipples to her waistband where I pull it out a bit to allow me to get my hand to her crotch. She moves her hips back a bit to help me get to my goal and spreads her legs slightly parting her thighs as we stand in an embrace. The fingers of my right hand touch the top of her pussy and she moans, spreading her thighs a bit more and slightly bending her knees as if to give me better access. I slip my middle finger into her warm slit and can feel the hot wetness streaming over it – as if I opened a jar of warm honey. Her pussy is soft and to my amazement clean shaven past the patch of hair above her slit. The smoothness of my fingers running over her bald snatch dripping with her own lubrication is more than I can take. I push my finger deeper – its hot. I stretch my middle finger up behind her pubic bone to find her spot, where I begin to move it forward and backward putting pressure on the inside of her love canal with each motion.

We come back to our senses, stop, look around, my ears are ringing, I am hardly aware of where we are and I sense it its the same for her. We’re about 200 yards from the car. I suggest that I have a blanket in the car and we might be able to live her favorite fantasy right now, here in the woods. There’s a secluded spot I know of in the woods.

With barely a sound she quietly murmurs “Yes.”

Retrieving the blanket and walking to the spot seems like days – we can hardly keep our lips and hands from exploring each other’s body – pausing to exchange deep kisses as we walk in the forest.

Finally I spread out the blanket in the secluded spot, under a stand of large oak trees with patches of warm sunlight filtering through the leaves creating a quiltwork of shade and sun on the blanket.

We start to rip at each other’s clothes until I suggest she let me undress her first. I remove her tee shirt to see two firmly shaped small breasts with lovely pink nipples protruding outward about 1/4 inch. She throws her head back as I lick each nipple, lightly running my tongue over each, wetting each of them ever so lightly. I focus on her right breast and suck the nipple into my mouth gently rolling it around my tongue. As I am doing this my hands are now pulling down her spandex tights. She lifts her backside to help me and I roll them over her hips, down her smooth thighs and past her ankles. Removing my mouth from her nipples I finish taking off her shorts and shoes, pausing to massage each foot and run my fingers through her toes Alaybey Escort as I remove her socks.

I tell her to lie back and enjoy the moment as I run my hands from her feet up the length of her inner thighs caressing her soft sensuous flesh as I move up and down several times. I pause with her lying on her back and me kneeling in front of her thighs and ask her what she wants me to do. She doesn’t answer but places both her hands on her pussy, gently pulling the lips apart to expose her pussy lips and clitoris, glistening in a patch of sunlight filtered through the trees. With her index finger she begins to stroke it, softly at first then vigorously in a circular motion pushing hard on the little protrusion. I get the message and move my lips closer to her pussy. The fragrance is one of musk and the scent of a hot woman mixed together.

I touch her clit with my tongue and she shivers “Oh yes”.

With both of my hands placed under her ass cheeks I lift her pelvis into the air two feet as I kneel, pulling her closer to me, resting her back on top of my kneeling thighs. Her pussy is right in front of my lips and ask her to drape her legs over my shoulders and relax.

“Open her eyes and watch me eat pussy” I gently whisper. Her head resting on the blanket provided a great viewing angle.

I begin by pushing my tongue deep into her vaginal cavity at the base of her pussy, just glancing the place where her pussy and ass meet. The taste is fantastic, thick with her juices I lap it up with loud audible slurps. Her bald pink pussy lips are now swollen and open as I send my tongue exploring into each fold and cavity. Every so often I pause to suck her labia into my mouth gently stretching it then releasing it – watching it slowly retract to assume its previous form. Then I move to her clit. Pulling apart the gentle pink lips I can see she is hot. Her clit is the size of a vitamin E capsule embedded within the upper creases of her pussy lips. A very pale pink in color, shiny and looking like its wants to explode. Gently licking at first I pull her lips aside and lightly suck it into my mouth enjoying the feel of its spongy texture.

Now she is going wild opening and closing her eyes trying her best not to miss the show but drifting back into complete bliss, squeezing my head between her thighs all the while. I pause to ask what she wants me to do.

She breathlessly replies by asking me to touch her ass – “I’ve never had that done before” she quietly exclaimed.

With that I give her pussy several long licks with the full breadth of my tongue from her ass to her clit before placing my middle finger at her anal opening. Gently massaging it, I don’t know if she wants me to penetrate or just stroke it.

She lets me know and orders me to push it in, “Stick your finger in my asshole”!

Its wet from her pussy and I have no trouble pushing my finger into her anus up to my second joint. Slowly moving it from side to side and pushing it slightly in an out all the while I resume my attention to sucking her clit between my lips. Pulling gently on it while flicking the little bud with the tip of my tongue I can feel her pussy start to cream. She shudders from head to toe, climaxing with my finger in her ass and lips suctioning her clitoris. Her ass tightens and literaly squeezes my finger out. A slight rush of wetness oozes from her cunt and flows over her ass as I reinsert my finger. She continues to spasm as her ass seems to pull my finger deeper into her cavity.

I can here her saying “Yes , yes , yes… oh god this is the best…” A silent pause and she simply orders, “Fuck me!”

I move back from her, letting her back rest on the blanket and have my clothes off in three seconds, my cock harder than a rock. Lowering myself on top of her I give her a very wet kiss on her open lips, she is panting but takes my tongue into her mouth sucking it as hard as she can.

My face must reek of pussy juice but it does not appear to bother her as she sucks on my tongue.

“Fuck me now” she pleads. She is so turned on she can’t wait. Grabbing my cock she pulls it with both hands to her gushing pussy.

I push the trobbing head in where my tongue had just been and penetrate past her lips into her inner canal. There Aliağa Escort is an intial tightness that opens to her vulva, wet and hot, I can feel the heat around my cock. Slowly I move in and out rotating my hips to touch every corner of her inner pussy. We can hear her cunt and my cock generating exquisite squishing sounds as I slowly push in and out. Her pussy is so wet and open it feels as though my testicles are entering her vagina with each motion.

I can feel my cock touching her cervix when I push in deeper – she moans with ecstasy each time it touches. I am building to a come, feeling my testicles tighten and sense that she is as well. My cock is pulsating uncontrollably as I pull it out momentarily with an audible pop. She tries to put it back in grabbing it wildly and pulling it to her wet hole.

In a moment of reality I ask if it is OK to come in her.

She pauses to think saying “I think so” I push it in again and can feel her entire body under me surge forward with my thrust.

“Uh, that’s better” she quietly whispers.

I begin fucking her slowly at first, steadily building to a fast in and out pace. The feeling of her wet smoothness is fantastic as my cock glides, entering and exiting over its full length. My cock head is growing large and I can feel it filling her cavern even more. Its getting tighter.

At the last moment I pull my cock out of her and rest it over her heaving stomach. It feels like it is exploding from within and cum shoots over her stomach, chest, neck and breasts, with the most well traveled droplets plopping on our respective faces. I’m temporarily relieved but still the excitement of being with this attractive stranger in the forest naked on a blanket leaves me hard and ready to go again almost immediately.

As I am about to relax a bit she tells me that she is a microsecond from coming again and needs to let go – NOW.

She says “I want to suck your cock as you eat me again – my husband doesn’t like to eat pussy and until now I had very little interest in sucking cock let alone tasting come. Hurry before I change my mind.”

She fips me on my back and places her pussy right over my face. I am inches away, and its not pink anymore but a deep red, the labia are big and flushed, her vagina is open from where my cock had just been and I can feel the heat of our friction on my face. It has a strong but sexy smell of a pussy that has just been fucked.

She lowers her cunt to my face and starts to grind back and forth. Her entire vagina gliding across my lips and tongue she pushes down hard with her pelvis covering me with her juices from nose to chin. At the same time she takes my cock in her mouth and begins to nibble on it.

Not too skilled – I tell her to pretend its a popsicle – “suck it in and out moving your tongue around.”

She obliges and soon my hips are pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with each in and out motion – she seems to be liking it more and the feeling is fantastic. She is getting into it – sucking on the head and working her way down the shaft until it is deep in her oral cavity. Locked in our 69 we’re both approaching orgasm. Just as I am about to shoot a second load of white cream into her mouth I push my index finger to her cute little ass-bud.

I feel wetness engulfing my face as she begins to shudder from head to toe. The taste is a bit saltier now as I lap up every delicious drop from her pussy.

As I come my second time I am amazed that she does not pull away. At first she loosens her mouth’s grip around my cock as if to consider pulling it out. As the first traces of cum reaches her tongue its almost as if she discovered a new taste – she sucks it all down, pausing to run her tongue across my testicles, she pumps my cock to coax out every drop before licking the last streams rolling off the head. I can’t see her but its almost like she is telling herself she did a good job and it was much better than she would like to admit – admiring her work so to speak.

We pause to relax and savor the moment holding each other as we lie on the blanket looking up at the clouds pass over the trees. “I never had anyone eat my pussy like that before, nor have I let my husband come in my mouth. “Its just something we don’t do at home.”

I respond by saying “I’m just glad you had that flat tire. What other things don’t you do at home with your husband?”

She responds with a slight snicker, “Well I would love to tell you more but must go now, would you like to meet tomorrow and we can resume our discussion”?

“Yes”, is the only response I can muster at the moment.

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