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I woke up in the predawn hours of another busy workday. The sun was still asleep as well as I should have been. I looked over at the other side of the bed. The sleeping figure next to me was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in the window. He looked like a sleeping angel, breathing slowly and smiling in his sleep.

I wondered what he dreamt about with that sweet smile upon his face. He looked so peaceful as he slept, the total opposite of his daytime activities. His life was so stressful lately and I didn’t know how to help relieve the tension. I looked at the clock and he had to be up in a half hour to go to work.

I looked at his sleeping shape and wondered if he would notice if I made use of the very nice erection that was beginning to form a tent in the middle of the sheets. I thought for a moment about it and decided that I wanted him and he couldn’t claim he was too tired if he was still asleep when I started.

I ducked my Travesti head under the blanket and found the opening to his boxers. The material stretched across his morning hard-on and felt as if it snapped back into shape as I released him from its confines. I took him in my hand and marveled at its softness. The bedroom was chilly from the night air but he was wonderfully warm. I licked the very tip of his head very gently, barely touching him.

I loved the way he tasted. He tasted of clean cotton sheets and vanilla with a bit of sugar mixed in. If summer had a taste to it, this is what it would taste like.

I touched the tip of my tongue to the base of his cock head. I flicked away at the sensitive spot under the front where it slightly indented. He softly moaned and smiled in his sleep even more than before. I made lazy circles around his sweet head and his moaning became louder.

I moved my body closer to him and took all Ankara Travesti of him in my mouth. He gasped for air in his sleep as his sweet head met with the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down on him slowly as he stirred in his sleep. I watched his facial expressions change as I changed my speed and pressure. His cock tasted so wonderful to me and I enjoyed doing this for him, as he loved getting blown. He joked to his friends that we had an awesome alarm clock and he never overslept. I don’t think he ever told them why he doesn’t oversleep.

I licked at his balls and took one into my mouth. He moaned louder and I could tell that he was almost awake because he reached for me. I kissed each of his balls and let them go. He stroked my shoulder as I took his whole length in my mouth. He was long and easily hit the back of my throat. It took everything I had not to gag. I wrapped my lips around him. His sweet warm wand felt good İstanbul Travesti in my mouth as I moved my lips loosely around his shaft. I slid up and down on him as he moaned for me and begged me not to stop. I rolled his balls in my hand as I made figure 8’s with my tongue on the underside of his silken rod. He was hot and hard and I had a hard time figuring out who liked this game more: him or me. I could taste his salty pre-cum in the back of my throat and I knew he was getting close for me. I pulled his balls away from his body as they tried to tighten and I increased suction on him. He moaned loudly and begged me not to stop. I felt him shiver and then a flood of cum hit the back of my mouth like a volcano erupting. I swallowed everything he gave me and I could feel him go slightly limp in my mouth. I let go of him and slowly licked his tip clean. He was sensitive after he came and I loved to torture him like that. I kissed him on the head of his cock and told him it was time to get up. He looked at me and laughed. He reached over and slid his hand between my legs and found how wet I was from taking care of his needs.

“I think I’m going to be late” he said laughing as he found my clit.

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The plane landed safely in Sydney. Gina Barese was jolted awake from her long sleep. She panicked as there was total darkness, only for her to realize that she still had her sleeping mask on. She started to stroke her hair back and wrapped it up with her hairband. She guessed she must have looked like a mess, flying from Chyenne to Los Angeles, then here to Sydney, and finally over to Perth.

The plane de-boarded, and the passengers were filed through Australian customs. Gina had applied for an expedited visa online to get into the country. She was starting to become aware of how much the trip was starting to cost. She had been trying to save up enough for a down payment for her own home. She was by no means broke, but it was still hitting her in the pocketbook.

She made way out of customs into the airport, then found a day hotel to relax in. She got a much needed shower, then went to lie down for a couple of hours. She awake terribly hungry, so she went over to the food court to enjoy herself.

Gina took her meal over to a table and sat down. The food court was extraordinarily busy, and she was lucky to find one. She began to eat when a young lady approached her. “This seat taken, dear?” She had a casual Australian accent, much different from the more posh one Jake had.

“No, go ahead,” said Gina, thinking that she wanted the chair. The girl sat down and put her phone on the table. The Aussie girl had lovely straight blonde hair, with gorgeous blue eyes and a deep tan. Her body was slim, and her breasts were modest but nice and round. She wore a loose-fitting blouse with cut-off white jean shorts, and her shoes were bamboo-weaved platforms.

The girl smiled. “Sorry, I just needed to rest here,” she said.

Gina smiled. She held up her sushi tray. “Go ahead. I bet you’re hungry.”

The girl’s eyes lit up, and she carefully picked up a sushi roll and jammed it all in her mouth at once. She covered her mouth, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry, mate. My name is Josie.” She offered her hand.

“Gina,” she replied, and grasped her hand. The Aussie girl had very tender fingers.

“You sound American,” said Josie.

“You got me!” Gina said, giggling. “I’m here just for some vacation time.”

“Oh, that’s so nice,” Josie cooed. “I’d love to get to America. You always hear that it’s so scary, but you meet them in person and they’re the sweetest people.”

“Oh, thank you,” said Gina. “Actually, I came for a man. I met him just a week ago, and I came out to surprise him.”

Josie put her hands to her mouth. “That is so romantic!” she said. “Oh, I wish a boy would do that for me.”

Gina and Josie chatted for some time. It turned out that they were both taking the same flight to Perth, where Josie was visiting with her sister. Gina and Josie chatted as if they had been friends for years all through the flight.

Eventually they landed in Perth. Josie gave Gina the address to her hotel. Despite Josie being so much younger than Gina, Gina felt like she could relate to this woman so well. She had so much promise and potential in her future. Gina prayed that she did not end up like her, her heart broken and her wealth wiped out.

They said their goodbyes, and Gina caught a taxi to Jake’s apartment. She still could not get the image of the two of them together that night at the ski lodge out of her head. That young man left a great impression on her.

Gina wheeled her suitcases over to the lobby. She searched for King on the buzzer but to no success. She wheeled them back out to the curb and sat down on one of her suitcases.

A young Asian man walked by wearing a Murdoch University shirt. He looked about Jake’s age, and his jersey looked like something a rugby player would wear. “Oh, excuse me!” she exclaimed at the young man. He stopped walking and looked at her. “I’m looking for a Jake King. Do you happen to know him?”

The young man smiled. “Ol’ Eggs and Bakey Jakey? Yeah, we’re good mates. I’m on the rugby team with him.” Gina was surprised that he spoke with an Aussie accent. The young man walked over and offered his hand. “I’m Bings Phan.”

Gina giggled. “You’re my biggest fan?”

Briggs laughed. “No, love. My first name is Bings, short for Binghamton. My mother couldn’t speak English well when I was born, and I think she read it off a sign or a postcard or something. People just called me Bings and it stuck. Phan is a somewhat common surname from Vietnam.”

Gina nodded knowingly. “Ah. But you were born here, right?”

Bings smiled. “Don’t let the face fool you, dear. I’m as Aussie as they come.”

She smiled. “Well, I guess I should find where Jake is.”

Bings snapped his fingers. “Now I remember—he was down at the pitch today. We’re all trying to get some practice in.” He looked around. “He might not be back for some time. I’d hate to leave you out here. Are you checking in to a hotel?”

Gina grew red. “Well, I was kind of hoping to stay with Jake. Now I might have to. I was kind of hoping I Travesti could do this trip on the cheap.”

Bings licked his lips. “Well, look, if you need someone to show you around, I could spare the afternoon. I had nothing planned. You can leave your bags at mine.”

Gina sat up excitedly. “Are you sure? Oh, I hate to be a bother.”

“No bother,” he replied. “I get to spend the day with a fine bird. No downside.”

They took her baggage to Bings’s apartment, a rather nice ground-level condo. Jake lived in the taller building across the street. Gina loved the spatial simplicity. “Wow, and you have a garden out back?” she said from the living room.

Bings was putting her luggage into his bedroom. “Yeah. See the hedges? Total privacy. I’m on a scholarship as well as getting some money from my mum. Our family is a small partner in a rum business.” He came back out to the living room. Gina admired how tall and athletic he was, probably the same build as Jake. She loved his eyes. She thought Asian men were so darling to look at.

To make up for the trouble that she put him through, Gina offered to take Bings to an early dinner. She could pass the time away in Perth with a new handsome man while she waited in anticipation for her lover to come home.

Bings was definitely more comfortable with women than Jake seemed to be. He was just as courteous, but there was a sense of relaxation with this new man, as if he saw her company as the gift, rather than anything Gina had to offer him as a favour. She felt warm around this man, and she hung on his every word.

“So we’re in the scrum, yeah?” said Bings as he reminisced about one of his big rugby matches. “Now, what Jake is supposed to do is hook the ball back so we keep possession. He’s a hooker, as you might know.”

Gina was enthused with the story. “Yes, he told me. Go on.”

Bings took a bite of his chicken wing. “So he dives in, but he panics and decides he’ll try to break the scrum instead. Now, I’m a prop, so I’m just on his left and trying to push my opponent over. Jake just jumps right up in the air and tries to go sideways so that he can knock two or three of them over.” Bings laughed, and Gina offered her own laughter even though she had no idea what he was saying.

“All I can tell you,” Bings said, leaning in and being quieter, “is that one of those poor sods got a my man’s donga right in his face. Bloody crazy strategy, but we kept possession.”

Gina put her hand to her head and rolled her eyes. “My innocent little Jake,” she sighed. She took a drink of her cocktail. The rum drinks they mixed in this little bar were to die for.

“How do you know him again?” asked Bings.

Gina’s eyebrows perked up as she was sipping her straw. “Oh. Well. That is a story,” she said. “I met him while I was doing some IT work for a ski lodge out in Wyoming. That’s the state I live in.”

“Oh, right!” exclaimed Bings. “Jake has a summer job in America.” He twisted his lips. “So I guess you two were…involved?”

Gina smirked and bobbled her head. “Mmm, sort of. He invited me out here just on a whim. Actually, I don’t even think he knows I’m here!”

Bings continued telling stories about rugby and school, but seemed a little more guarded with Gina. He was willing to go shopping with her, taking her to some of the nicer tourist attractions and down to the CBD.

Once they got back to Bings’s condo, Gina dropped off her purchases. She went up to Bings and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you so much for taking me out,” she said. “I know it’s not easy for men to watch us girls shop all day.”

Bings smiled and shrugged. “I didn’t mind. You’re really nice company.”

“Okay,” she said, gasping in a huge breath. “I’ll go and surprise Jake. Will you still be around so I can get my bags?”

“Yup,” he replied. “Come on over any time.”

She gave Bings a handshake, then left for Jake’s apartment. The apartments had outside access, and Bings was able to tell her which one to go to. She made her way up the stairs to the second tier apartments. When she got to unit 29, she wanted to knock but stopped herself. On a whim, she went to check the doorknob. The door was unlocked.

She decided to step in and surprise Jake. She peeked her head in and saw no one inside. Stepping into the apartment, she closed the door behind her. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom. This reminded her of the time she almost caught a peek of Jake in the shower at the Graymont.

Quietly, she stripped off all of her clothes. She hoped that Jake had no roommates, unless they wanted to catch an eyeful of Gina in the nude. She looked down at her snatch, and gave it a mild passing grade. She decided to trim the whole business this time, and she only had a couple of days of stubble.

She crept into the bathroom. There was definitely someone in there, as she could see from the shower curtain. Gina struck her best pose on the other side of the curtain, then grabbed the Antalya Travesti edge and pulled it back.

Gina bellowed, “Guess who came to–WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Jake was in the shower, all right. He was slightly preoccupied with having his penis inside of a young slattern, pounding in and out with fury. She was bent over with her hands on the shower wall, trying to stabilize herself against the pounding she was taking. The girl had nice, round breasts and a tight ass. Her legs made Gina think she was also some kind of athlete.

Neither Jake nor his new girl knew how to react right away. Jake was still fucking her after a few seconds of realizing who it was. “Gina,” he said, surprised. Gina was too stunned to realize that she was standing there completely nude, watching the man she lusted after just a little over a week ago was now balls-deep in some other woman.

Gina watched as Jake thrusted forward while they both kept eye contact. “You’re still fucking her?!” she screeched. She threw her hands over her private parts, then ran out of the bathroom. She ran to the hallway and put on her clothes as fast as possible.

“Gina, wait!” called Jake. He was running after her with a towel on. She had gotten the rest of her clothes on and ran out the front door, now starting to sob. She made it halfway down the stairs when she stopped and looked up at Jake.

“Oh, sure!” she wailed. “All that talk about being a virgin and feeling insecure! Well, you sure looked like you knew what you were doing!” She started to break down crying.

“Look, Gina, she’s just a friend from school. We’ve known each other for years, and we just kind of met up again.” Jake struggled to keep his towel on. “I had no idea you would actually come all this way!”

Gina wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. “Yeah, well, here I am!” She raised her arms as if she won a trophy.

“You should have called,” said Jake, realizing nearly right away he was blaming her.

“Yeah, and you shouldn’t have fucked some other girl! Guess we’re both idiots!” Gina ran down the stairs again. Jake retreated back into his apartment, where he was certain he had other problems waiting for him.

Gina went back to Bings’s condo and knocked on the door. He opened the door, only to be shocked by what he saw. “What in the hell happened?”

Gina jumped in the front door and grabbed Bings by the shoulders. She was still sobbing and groaning. “He was in the shower with another girl. I just made a fool of myself!” She put her face into Bings’s chest and continued her crying jag. Bings led her over to the couch and sat her down.

“Let me get you some water,” he said, and dashed to the kitchen. He got her some water and ice and brought it over.

Gina had trouble closing her mouth to speak. “Thank you,” she whispered. She tried to take a drink between her heaving gasps.

Bings shook his head. “God, I’m sorry. If I had known, I would have given you fair warning.”

Gina snivelled and wiped at her eyes. “He said it was a girl he knew already.” She shrugged. “At least she’s pretty.”

Bings stared forward and shook his head. “Did you and Jake…date for a long time?”

Gina smiled and sputtered. “I was there for a weekend job,” she said. “We had sex. It was really good.” She looked at Bings. “I must look like a desperate idiot now. One guy fucks me after a divorce, and I chase him all the way across the world.”

Bings touched her hand. “Hey, that’s a pretty brave thing to do. You put yourself out there, at least. Look, Jake’s my boy, but he does stuff like this. No fuckin’ common sense.”

Gina grabbed onto his hand and squeeze, looking deep in his eyes. “Do you happen to have some of your family’s rum?”

Bings made Gina a rum and Coke. She drank the whole thing down, then made a face and stuck her tongue out. “Ooh, it’s like medicine!” she said.

Bings laughed. “Yeah, I heard that from a few foreigners. We have a Listerine taste to most of our booze. You get used to it.”

Gina held up the glass and shook the ice cubes. “Get me used to this.”

A few more drinks, and Gina was fast asleep on the couch. Jet lag had finally taken over her senses. Bings threw a blanket over her, then turned the lights out and went to bed.

When Gina awoke the next morning, she was mercifully without a hangover. She got up and folded her blanket, then had a look around the apartment. There was still a lot of straightening out to do. Gina proceeded to sweep the floor, wash down the counters, do the dishes, and dust off the shelves and pictures. She stood back and admired her work. “Young boys always neglect housekeeping,” she said with a sigh. Her vacation was not going as well as she had hoped.

Bings finally arose from his bedroom and stretched. “G’mornin’,” he said as he looked Gina over. “How’s your heart today?”

Gina had put most of the bad experience out of her mind. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” She laughed as she stretched and pulled at her hair.

Bings Bursa Travesti stepped towards her. “You need some sun to recharge yourself. You have a bathing suit?”

Gina looked down at her own body. “I guess so. Are we hitting the beach?”

“Nah, we’ll just stay here for a bit and do it in the backyard,” said Bings. “No one will see us.”

Gina went into Bings’s bedroom to change. This was another place that could use some tidying up. She came out into the hall, with Bings standing there in long shorts. He led her into the bathroom, where Gina noticed the shower was more like in a locker room with tiling and no enclosure. There were actually two shower heads next to each other.

Bings got her a full-length towel and grabbed one for himself. There was a long patio chair out in back, which Bings proceeded to set his towel down on and lie down. He had his shades on as well.

Gina looked around the backyard. Sure enough, there were hedges all over that would make it impossible to be seen. She laid out her towel and proceeded to lie down.

Bings sat up. “Oh, you probably need some suntan oil,” he said, then dashed to the bathroom. He emerged with a pump bottle that he handed to Gina.

Gina pumped the oil onto her and rubbed and massaged. Bings stood there as she got into every crevice she could find. She was wearing her sheer yellow two-piece. If you got it wet, there was nothing left to the imagination. Gina could see out of the corner of her eye that Bings was enjoying the view. She rolled onto her stomach, rubbing her butt with the oil. She pulled at the ends of her bikini to give herself a little thong look.

“Oh, Bings,” she sang. “Get my back too, will you, dear?”

Bings said nothing as he took the bottle and spritzed it on her back. There was something all too familiar about this turn of events. Bings rubbed her back and shoulders, getting more intense as he went.

“Mmmm. Thank you, Bings,” she purred. Bings let go of her and went to go lie down again. Gina lay on her stomach for five minutes, then decided to roll over. The sun was already blistering hot at the early part of the day. Gina let her hands roll over her body. She went on a crash diet for the week before she came out here, and she ate very little on the flights over and while she was in Perth. Her ribs were starting to poke out a little while she lay on her back. She was also aware of her thighs getting a bit slimmer. Thankfully her breasts were still looking the same. A small gust of wind came up, cooling her skin. She was also aware that it had hardened her nipples a bit. She wondered if the sweat and oil had somehow soaked through her top.

Bings suddenly sat up. “I should probably take a shower,” he announced. He got up and bolted to the bathroom. The bathroom window was open, unfortunately with frosted glass and too high up to see anything. Gina heard the shower turn on.

She sat upright, then rubbed the sunlight out of her eyes. She started to get that tense feeling again, and her heart was racing. “If you have a woman in there, so help me God I’ll lose it,” she muttered. She got off of her towel and opened the door to the bathroom.

Bings stood there for a few seconds before he put his hand over his dick. Gina noted that some stereotypes do not always hold up.

“Oh, hey,” she said casually, taking off her bikini. She stepped tenderly over to the next shower faucet and turned it on. She squealed at first since the water was so cold. Her nipples suddenly jumped up at attention. Bings could only stare with his mouth wide open. He looked her over completely, enjoying the view. Gina had a wonderful compact shape, what with her large breasts and big ass finely separated by a small waistline. Gina appeared oblivious to his staring as she let the water rush over her. She had wonderfully thick thighs, making Bings think that the extra grab on him would cause him to fuck her that much harder.

He was at full mast now, and all he could do was let the water run over him. Gina rubbed off the suntan oil, doing extra duty on her large breasts, making her way down to her hips.

“I just figured I would try to make up for your hospitality,” said Gina. She gave a good look over Bings’s body, especially his dick. He looked like a solid hunk of man, nearly totally hairless and just defined like a champion. She started rubbing her pussy just to get herself started. “You ever fuck a white girl?”

Bings shook his head, unable to take his eyes off of her. Gina stepped up to Bings and put her hands on his chest. “God, you’re so solid,” she said, then looked down. “In more ways than one.”

Gina reached down and began stroking his cock. She kept eye contact with him, keeping a loving look on her face. “You’re such a good man. Thank you for your kindness.” She then got down and started to suck his dick. Bings moaned and panted while he looked in the air. Gina figured her dick-sucking must be getting a lot better. She rubbed her boobs while she continued her sucking.

After a few minutes, she stood up and took his hand. She turned off the showers and they got dried off. Gina led Bings to the bedroom and got him to lie down. Bings reached over right away and pulled a rubber out of his nightstand.

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We cuddled closely under the dark night sky, sparkling with millions of little stars, like a big velvet cloth sprinkled with diamonds. I felt his warm arms holding me so tightly and so lovingly, keeping me safe and warm. I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck and he gently nuzzles his nose into my neck and sighed in passion and joy as he breathed in my scent.

He pulled me closer and started gently kissing my neck. With one of his hands, he gently touched my face and ran his fingers through my dark, soft hair. His finger tips encircled a few strands of my hair as he continued kissing my neck. His fingers then tenderly moved from my hair and down towards my chin. With them on my chin, he softly moved my head around so that I was facing him, see his eyes. I stared deeply into his eyes for a few silent loving, deep moments, before closing them to the feel of his warm, moist lips upon my own.

We kissed passionately, our lips and tongue dancing in an amorous dance of which we only could feel. His kisses felt so good, so warm, so loving. It was my addiction, his love, his kisses… I had to have more as soon as the pleasure filled my heart. We kissed more, our lips softly massaging each others, our tongues playing together in our mouths.

When we finally pulled apart to breathe, he stroked my hair lightly. “Are you hot, babe?” he asked, grinning at me.

“A little,” I teased him back. “What, what are you going to do about that?”

He just smiled, still gently stroking my hair and rubbing my neck. The other hand gently crept up from the bottom of my shirt and started massaging my stomach. I closed my eyes in pleasure as he touched me. His touch… it felt so good. His fingertips rubbed my stomach as they slowly crept up to the laciness of my bra. With his thumb, he pulled down the cup of my bra and I felt his soft fingers massaging my left breast. A soft murmur escaped Travesti from my lips as the pleasure started growing inside me.

He leaned closer to me as he massaged my breasts, leaving the left one to touch the right one, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers, gently pinching the nipples, until they were perky and hard. His gentle lips meet mine again, and we kiss deeply, lovingly. After a few minutes of intense passion fueled kissing, we finally parted and looked deeply in each other’s eyes.

He kept on rubbing me, stopping for a second to lift my shirt from my head and remove my bra, which had been open and just hanging on my body. As I felt the cool night air hit my chest and back, I shivered, but when I felt his warm hands and arms wrap around me tightly, I felt the warmth returning to my body. I could feel the warmness of his bare chest against my side as he held me closer. I snuggled in his neck, breathing in the scent of him and feeling his warmness against my body.

One of his hands was gently massaging my breasts, while the other was starting to lower until they reached the waistband of my pants. He reached inside and I moaned as I felt his warm fingers rubbing across my clit gently. I felt my wetness intensify as his gentle touch kept on stroking my clit, gently and slow at first but increasing speed. I moan out my pleasure, feeling passion and lust spread across my body, which was on fire.

After a few minutes, I felt his fingers keep my clit and I moan in disappointment. “Hold on a sec, babe,” he whispered to me. He lay me down on the warm blanket and slid my pants and my panties down and off my legs, so I was nude and lying there in front of him, under the night sky.

“I know you’ll love this, babe,” he smiled at me before he gently spread my legs and dove in.

A squeal of pleasure escaped from my throat as I felt his tongue flickering Konya Travesti across my already throbbing clit. I felt him lick all around my lick, my dripping pussy, my wetness… licking everywhere, licking every little nook and cranny that his tongue could reach, making me feel so good, so intense, the pleasure filled my body so much that I couldn’t stand it.

My body shuddering, moving, twitching, I moaned loudly, feeling his tongue invade my hole as he gently rubbed my clit with one of his fingers. As I felt the intense warmness of the climax nearing, I gasped out, “Faster, more!” I felt his tongue lick faster and faster as his fingers played around my pussy, slipping it gently in and out. Soon I felt a sudden blast of pleasure as the explosion, fueled by my own passion, carried from my clit and radiated all across my body. A relaxed haze gently washed upon my body after the pleasure subsided, and I lay there, my eyes closed, covered with sweat and my own juices and exhausted.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw his nude figure kneeling next to me, his dick rock hard and standing fully up. He had been gently stroking it, as he watched me lying in my haze of pleasure. I smiled at him and pulled his hands off his dick, replacing it with my own. I gently stroked it, rubbing it around the head. Then I slowly leaned over and kissed the head of his head and smiled at him, looking deeper into his beautiful eyes as I did so. I flicked my tongue across the head and watched his reaction as I stared into his face.

I took his entire head into my mouth, licking it, wrapping my moist lips around it. With my hands I stroked the base as I gently sucked him. I took more of him in my mouth and felt him twitch from the pleasure. I moved my head up and down, having him go slid in and out of my moist mouth. After a few minutes, I slid him out of my mouth, looked at him, and İzmir Travesti whispered. “I want you now.”

With that, I lie back down on the blanket and spread my legs apart, still glistening and wet from the orgasm I had before, my wetness dripping down onto the blanket, where a puddle had been forming.

Leaning down in front of me, he took his saliva and precum slicked cock and slowly teased me by rubbing it around my pussy and clit, wetting the head with my juices. Soon I felt the slight pressure and his head enter me. I moan out loud as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper inside me, my pussy hole stretched apart with his bigness, as I felt like myself being filled with him.

He pushed harder until I felt his entire dick bury itself deep inside me. I felt the intense pleasure and fullness and I felt him throb inside me. He slowly slid himself back until only the head was inside, and then slid it back deeply inside. He repeated it, his rhythm getting faster and faster as I scream out my pleasure as I feel him fill me deeply. He went faster and faster, pumping his hard cock in and out of my wet, tight pussy, his pubes rubbing against my clit at each stroke, sending waves of pleasure across my entire body.

Finally, he moaned out loud and slammed inside me once more, unloading his load deep inside me, the warm gooey cum shooting in my hole and filing me up.

He collapsed next to me, exhausted, as he pulled his dick out from my warmness. We cuddled our nude bodies together, still covered with sweat and juices from our passionate lovemaking. I kissed him gently as we snuggled together, lying there on the blanket on the ground, feeling the air blow across our bodies. I shivered slowly, but his warm arms around me and his skin next to mine warmed me up.

I turned my head around stared up into the sky, darkened into an intense blackness, dotted with tiny little crystals, sparkling and shining. “Isn’t it beautiful?” I whispered.

“Yes, but not as beautiful as you,” he murmurs into my ear as he snuggles against my neck once again, kissing and licking it to the way for another intense feeling of passion and love.

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Teel sat up and flinched at the soreness between her legs. Her memory provided a frame by frame play back of what had happened the night before. She scanned the bed with her eyes searching for the culprit of her discomfort. He had reduced her to a sniveling bag of nerves that was ready to say or do anything to get him to stop. And all the good that had done her. He hadn’t stopped short of punishing her to the fullness of his abilities, reducing her to a pulsing mass of pleasure. It had proved to be even more humiliating than him taking her in front of her people. Self respect lost, whether in public or private, was the worst punishment of all.

Dragging herself from the bed, Teel let her anger wash over her. She needed to act quickly and end this before it escalated. She washed quickly and pulled on a clean shift, not bothering to do anything with her hair, other than scrape it off her face with a ribbon. He had stripped her of her self-respect but he had also provided the means for her to carry through her plans. A public apology. She would apologize to him for her defiance in grand style and betray him in the same breath.

Until then she would play the submissive duly chastened fool until his heart was content.

“Rogue,” she called softly, making her way into his private chambers. “Rogue,” she called again when she received no response to her first gentle call.

He appeared suddenly to her left and Teel just managed to stifle the angry tirade on her lips when she caught her first glimpse of him. Instead she put a gentle and somewhat shy smile on her face. “Rogue,” she greeted, dipping her head slightly in his direction.

“Teel,” he returned, his eyes indicating nothing of his mood.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she apologized quickly, certain that if she didn’t get the words out right away she would choke on them. “I’m sorry for…” she trailed off letting him decide for himself what she was apologizing for. She quickly dropped her eyes to the floor lest he read anything she didn’t want him to.

His eyes scanned her down turned face in a suspicious manner. “That doesn’t sound like the Teel I know.”

“Perhaps you never knew me,” she bit out. Then, realizing she sounded antagonistic she changed the tone of her words. “And perhaps I never knew you. Perhaps we are just two strangers who need to get to know each other better. I am genuinely sorry I upset you yesterday.”

“Think nothing of it,” he excused her behavior with an outstretched hand, inviting her into his good graces again. Noting a less than spirited Teel entering his arms, Rogue dismissed her reticence in the certainty that her fierce nature would burn to the surface again before the day was out. He decided, almost with a sadistic sort of glee that he would rile her into it himself.

Teel stayed by his side for the better part of the morning working hard not to wince as her muscles protested her slightest motion. Careful to hang on his every word and demure to him regardless of how much he riled her. At times she felt it was deliberate.

On one occasion he dared to suggest he liked her better this way. That she was normally too emotional and that an emotional person was not fit to rule. He went on to expound on how surprised he was that any culture would allow a woman to rule on her own. Teel quickly clasped her hands behind her back before one arced up and hit him in his self serving face as he so rightly deserved.

“It is hardly surprising that you feel that way, seeing as to how your culture is based entirely on male leadership, not shared power as mine is.” But even that non-confrontational remark was misinterpreted and a rousing response thrown back at her.

“This is your culture now. These are your people. This is your home. And I am your master.” His brutal rejection of her culture and individuality reaffirmed anew her determination to offer her people some freedom. To escape from this mentality any sacrifice would be worthwhile.

“Yes, it would seem that you have mastered me,” she agreed, her eyes and head downcast as she continued walking at his side. Her physical distance from him increased a little bit more after this seeming acquiescent statement.

Rogue noticed her displeasure with some wry amusement, and mentally congratulated her self control. She must have learned her lesson better than he had thought because the Teel he knew would have slid a blade to his throat and made him retract his words, rather than agree to being owned.

Teel excused herself shortly after lunch, indicating she needed to spend some time with her mother. Rogue released her without further comment knowing she needed space from him before he made her do something she would regret. He also didn’t press her to fulfill his sexual desires as he did every afternoon, knowing she would be too sore to engage him as he preferred. His throbbing flesh told him what a fool he was to exercise restraint.

As soon as Teel appeared within her Travesti mother’s sight, she was engulfed in a warm embrace. “Everyone knows that he took you from the gardens yesterday,” were the first words from her mouth after she released her daughter. “It is said that he abused you and now there is even more unrest. I have heard whispers of mutiny. We are in a better place to do it now. Staff in the kitchen, servants in his home. It would be a simple matter to slide a blade into his heart.”

Teel gasped in shock, realizing not for the first time how very alike she and her mother were, but still she protested even though she could have wished for nothing more. “It must not be allowed to happen.”

Everything in her shuddered at the very idea of a revolt in Rogue’s homeland. Her people would have every disadvantage and likely die, every last one of them. “I’m fine. All is well,” she rushed to add on, anxious to convey to her mother, and through her, to her people, that she was ok.

“You think to lie to your own mother,” Lanië chided, her hand raising her daughter’s face so that her eyes were on a level with hers.

“No,” Teel immediately denied. She had never lied to her mother. “No, I’m not lying. I speak only the truth.” Teel reluctantly pulled her face away from her mother’s gentle grasp pacing the room in her agitation. “The truth is that our people will live no matter what the cost to myself. This is all that matters to me. I stand before you well. Show me the marks he has left upon me if he has abused me sorely,” Teel challenged, certain there was no such mark save the darkness in her soul. “It is as I say. I am well.”

“Then I won’t press the issue,” Lanië relented, letting Teel stew in her unrest.

“There has been a change of plans,” Teel informed, turning back to her mother with the passion for her people burning in her eyes anew. “You must be ready to leave tomorrow night. Everyone of you who is going. I will finish the solution and we will proceed as planned. Say your goodbyes to Tazian tonight, for tomorrow it ends.”

“As you wish.”

A tear cascaded down Teel’s cheek before being swiftly wiped away. “My wishes have nothing to do with this,” she bit out between her trembling lips before turning on her heel to prepare the rest of the plants. Time was growing short.

The tears Teel held at bay slid quietly down her cheeks as she worked in the garden pulling up the plants she needed in copious amounts. This is the price I pay for love. This is the price I pay for leadership. More tears trembled on her lashes and she angrily wiped her hand across her eyes refusing to let another one fall.

Her spine straightened as a steely resolve replaced the sorrow in her heart. This is the price I willingly pay and would do so again for the end justifies the means. Her chin rose a notch as she retreated to the sanctuary of her mother’s home to prepare the plants.

She slept fitfully in Rogue’s arms. Half hoping he would roll her on her back and claim her so she could have another reason to hate him, half hoping he would so she could know the comfort of his kiss, and half hoping because her body longed for the completion only his could give her. Around dawn her agitated mind could take it no longer and she swept her hand between her legs to satisfy the fire in her blood. As if the smell of her desire was his morning alarm clock, Rogue woke up and secured her hands before administering a gentle loving with his mouth.

It was to Teel’s surprise and chagrin that Rogue walked away from her without taking his pleasure of her. She mentioned it to him over their morning meal and he made his excuses saying he didn’t want to overtax her body while she was still recovering from her ordeal of a few nights ago. She almost loved him in that moment for his tenderness and caring, but she hardened her heart against him using his weakness to her own ends.

“You are so careful of me and I am so undeserving of your many kindnesses.”

Rogue said nothing, only met her eyes with his own to determine the sincerity of her words. The quiet genuineness he read there pleased his heart and he let a small smile play on his lips.

“This is true,” he agreed.

“I have a gift for you,” she said, almost as an afterthought. Her eyes lighting up at the prospect of doing something for him. The chance to give something to him. Teel felt the truth shining through her words and wished with all her heart that she wasn’t going to betray his trust beyond all recognition that very night. “Maybe I can give it to you tonight? It would probably be best if you received it publicly.”

Teel waited with bated breath. This was the gamble. Seeing if he would trust her so soon after her outright defiance of a few days before.

“I’d like that,” he agreed, and knew he had made the right decision when the sun seemed to shine from her smile.

“Great!” she enthused, rising from the table. “Then please excuse me, while I visit Antalya Travesti with my mother for a few extra things I’ll need for tonight.”

It was impossible for him to refuse her simple request. She seemed to be genuinely happy for the first time since arriving and he wasn’t going to spoil that for her.

Teel spent her last few hours with her people. Sharing stories, laughter, and finally, in the last few moments before she had to leave them, tears. One last hug with her mother and she ran from the room unable to bear it as her heart broke.

As Teel dressed that night, her heart was so heavy she didn’t think she would ever be able to smile again. She fixed 3 gold bands around the top of her right arm, enhancing the slave look she thought sardonically appraising herself in the mirror. The tiny gold chain around her waist and sheer midnight blue fabric that just barely covered her reflected her status for all the world to see. Pleasure slave. Well kept pleasure slave.

Teel entered the dining hall exactly fourteen minutes late, enough time for them to have started eating and drinking. All eyes turned to her as she stepped in. Her mother sat at the head table with Tazian and Rogue on her left. The look of sorrow in her eyes told her she liked this no more than Teel. The raised eyebrow she cast in her daughter’s direction encouraged her to do what must be done. Well? it seemed to say.

Sauntering slowly to the table, Teel noted that everyone had already made a start of eating. Good.

Fixing her eyes on Rogue, Teel emptied her mind of all other thoughts lest she collapse right there.

For your people, she reminded herself.

“Rogue,” she called, causing an immediate silence to fall across the hall. “I have fought you every step. You have taken from me that which I refused to give freely.” She saw his brow darken at these last words, but he maintained his silence. “But tonight that changes, and I offer myself freely to you before your people and mine.”

Minstrels struck a cord signaling a change in mood and Teel began to dance.

Her body was poetry in motion. Her movements epitomized devotion, loyalty, promise. She moved closer and closer to the main dais, the light glinting off the gold adorning her body. Rogue couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she swayed and turned and gave of herself so completely.

The music reached a crescendo that had everyone holding their breath fearful the music would end and Teel would stop dancing. If anything though the end was even more rewarding than the dance itself as she lay prostrate before Rogue before slowly raising herself up to her full height before him.

“Now manifest my words and claim my body. I give it to you freely.”

Rogue drank in her majestic beauty and silently admitted he had never wanted her more. He wanted her so much in fact, that he was afraid of hurting her. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Have I not said so,” she agreed. “There are no chains on my wrists and no blade at my throat. I come to you of my own free will.” The lie slid easily off her lips and she had to surpress the onslaught of tears that demanded release.

His hot eyes slid over her body devouring everywhere they touched. “I cannot be gentle with you,” he warned.

“Have I asked you to be?”

Teel didn’t need to speak another word after that. Rogue had her on her back and was buried deep inside of her before she had barely drawn her next breath. Her flesh gave a token protest, but her muscles had, for the most part, recovered from her ordeal. A lone tear slid down her cheek as she remembered his many kindnesses in the past two days. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered except the outcome tonight.

Wrapping her legs around his back Teel lifted her hips for his possession, drawing him deeper into the web of her erotic lure. She offered her breasts for his teeth to nip and curled her arm around his neck to keep him close. If her sighs were more plentiful then normal and her moans more joyous, then this went unnoticed in the heat of his possession. They only served their purpose as far as she was concerned, to make a public decleration of commitment.

She felt his hand slide down her body and knew that like a true connoisieur he was reading her body and not listening to the breathless cries falling from her lips. He wasn’t satisfied that her current level of pleasure matched his and he would ensure for himself that it did.

His index finger pressed down hard on her clit and just like that he turned her moist flesh into a drenched paradise.

“Harder,” she insisted, unable to resist the power of his possession.

Closing her eyes, Teel let the pleasure wash over her. This also kept her from having to witness the exact moment when her mother lead Tazian from the room. In truth, it didn’t matter if she saw or not; she knew how the story would end.

Ripples of pleasure ripped through Rogue’s body just seconds Bursa Travesti before they arched through Teel. Her teeth closed lightly on Rogue’s shoulder as the echoes of pleasure in her body transmuted themselves into sound. Her hand gently stroked his hair as they lay recovering half on the table. She knew he would sleep soon and made an effort to ease their bodies to one of the lounge chairs off the main hall.

* * * * *

Rogue was first aware of the soft flesh under his mouth and he pressed gentle kisses into the curve of Teel’s neck as the sun shone through an opening onto his back. It was only when he moved to spread her legs that he realized they weren’t in their bed. He lifted Teel in his arms kissing her all the while as he carried her through to their room, but stopped at once as he moved to pass the dining hall. He released her abruptly as his eyes beheld what his mind couldn’t comprehend.

“What have you done?” he demanded, his hand tangling into the thick black coils of her hair barring her escape. His cold gray eyes reminding her of the first time she had seen them. There was no warmth, laughter, or passion shining in their depths. Only promises of retribution and suffering.

“What I had to,” she answered, her words defiant even though he had control of her. His grip in her hair tightened incrimentally drawing tears from her eyes but she refused to beg for mercy.

“Guards,” his cold voice rent the air and slowly people began to come to as the first sharp sound of the day penetrated their foggy brains. They were slow in responding, but finally two guards appeared before him. “Take her from my presence before I slit her trecherous throat.”

Teel felt a shiver of apprehension as the shoe was on the other foot for the first time. For all his faults, Rogue has never threatened her life. What had she done?

She sat in his room, spine rigid. Having been bathed and perfumed as though it were any other day Teel sat quietly and contemplated her future. Words drifted through the window as the story spread. Only a handful of her people remained. Those, she knew, had stayed behind by choice.

They were busy trying to work out the details. She could have told them for the asking now that it was over. Three ships stolen in the night. Everyone drugged with the same sleep inspiring potion. It had been cooked into the food and poured into the drinks. Her people treated with the antidote before dinner so they could eat and drink as normal. Even the guards on the dock had been given a dose.

More words came through, loud and clear about the foolish man who gave his heart only to be betrayed in the end. Bitter words from Rogue’s father about his lost concubine. Voices escalated as people listed their grievances. Pleasure slaves gone, servants gone, field workers gone, cooks gone. On and on the complaints went until she wished she could cut off her ears.

Just as she thought she would go mad, Teel was summoned to the main hall. She would rather be stoned to death than listen to them harrage Rogue about another thing.

The murmurs of unrest died down as she faced Rogue again for the first time since he had thrown her from his presence that morning.

“Teel,” he greeted, none of his anger coming through in that one word, but she could see it in his eyes. The color of a blade, ready to slice at the slightest hint of resistance. Her head lifted just a fraction higher. He would not see her cower.

“All those assembled here and more besides have lost something because of your charade last night.” She heard it then, the boiling anger in that one word. Charade. She could feel his volatile fury beating at her.

“I am sorry for your loss,” she addressed the crowd at large, “But they have only been here a short time. How did you manage before they came?”

Her question fell into a deafening silence. It wasn’t that they couldn’t get by, it was that they felt cheated and one, more than all the rest, had a right to feel this way.

Rogue spoke as though he hadn’t heard her words. “What shall I do to pacify them? Will you stand in as the sex slave for all those who are missing one?”

“If it pleases you,” she agreed, and she knew he was remembering the time he had asked her if she would share her body with Darsan for his entertainment? His cold eyes hardened further. He was not amused.

“Where have they gone?”

Teel stared blankly back into his eyes and not by even a flicker of an eyelash did she reveal that she knew their location. “I don’t know,” she lied, “And perhaps if I did know, I would never tell you.” She let those defiant words hang in the air as she savored this small victory. “It’s over. You lost.”

Her haughty demeanor and defiant words didn’t further her cause any. They only ensured the deep freeze around Rogue’s heart never thawed.

“Bring me the child.”

Teel’s head turned in time to see the 9 year old daughter of Kasmir being brought forward. “What is your name child?” Rogue enquired with the sort of voice that could freeze water.

“Talia,” the child answered, her clear brown eyes showing no signs of fear. Teel felt her strength and drew on it. She knew whatever would come next she must be strong.

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Wednesday and Beyond

I woke up the morning after my exhausting night with Sarah and Maggie and was amazed to find I wasn’t hard. Sarah had already woken and was dressing for work. For a few minutes, I wondered if I would suddenly revert to a dud now that the pills were out of my system. That fear abated when Sarah walked into the room in the midst of dressing. The site of a pair of black pants clinging to her curves and a black shirt distended by her ample bust got me hard again. I felt good — better than before the pills — but I didn’t feel like I was about to explode. She came over to kiss me goodbye and rubbed my hard cock through the sheets.

“Hold that thought until tonight,” she said.

I showered, dressed and went into work, wondering what was going to happen with Jessica. She was wearing a conservative dress that day and smiled quickly at me when I walked in. About lunch time she came into my office.

“Tom, can we have a minute?”

“Sure.”

She closed the door behind her. “Listen, about Monday night.” She paused and then grinned. “It was great. I needed that sooo bad. But it can’t happen again. I like you a lot as a friend but I just can’t have an ongoing affair. My life is complicated enough.”

I came around the desk, put my arms around her, gave her a little kiss. The press of her big tits into my chest got my cock growing but I ignored it.

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear that.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Don’t get me wrong. You were incredible the other night. And if I thought I could do it, I’d want to repeat that scene every night.”

She hugged me back. “So would I.”

“But like you said, it would just make our lives too complicated.”

We kissed and I let her out of my office with just a little playful tap on her round ass. She grinned and stuck her tongue out at me.

I returned home that evening to find Sarah waiting in bed for me, eager to make sure she was pregnant — and make sure as many times as we needed to. Perhaps it was the traces of the pills left in my system, but I managed to get it up three times — each time ending with a massive blast of cum into her climaxing cunt.

———

Two weeks passed quietly. I saw Maggie each weekend when she came in to clean our house. We talked a little bit and stole a few quick kisses. A few times, when Sarah wasn’t looking, she would turn to me with a little smile, pull her pants down and her shirt up just enough for me to see her pretty panties and flat belly. But nothing else happened, despite the palpable sexual tension between us. Without the pills coursing through my system, I was able to see some sense and make sure we were rarely alone. But I did find myself so aroused by Maggie that, after she left, I would attack Sarah like an animal.

Jessica and I settled back into our routine of harmless flirting. It was like that wild night hadn’t happened. Well, almost. She seemed to go out of her way to give me little peeks down her shirt.

A the end of the third week, Sarah greeted me at the door with a shower of kisses. She had missed her period and the pregnancy test was positive. We celebrated that night with a mind-bending fuck on the floor of the living room. After we had finished and lay there in the afterglow, she asked:

“Are you still taking those pills?”

“No. I stopped the day you got back from Dallas. I was going out of my mind.”

She reached down and squeezed my soft dick. “You sure? The last few weeks have been great.”

Despite the absence of the pills, they HAD been great. Sarah and I had fucked every other night. Each time, I got rock hard and came abundantly.

“I’m certain.”

“I wonder,” she said. “Rachel said those pills cleared up channels of sexual energy. Maybe they’ve been opened for good.”

“I certainly hope so. I couldn’t go back to before. I felt like such a failure.”

“You were still pretty good. But I can’t lie. You’ve been an absolute stud since those pills.”

We lay there for a while. Finally, she said.

“Could you take one tonight, though?”

“What?”

“Well, like I said, you’ve been a stud. But the day I got back, you were an animal. I know you can’t do that all the time — you have to work. But could you take one tonight — just for me? It won’t be long everything changes. And I’d like you to spend at least one night fucking my brains out before that happens.”

I quickly agreed and took one of remaining pills before we went to bed. I went to sleep wondering if I’d wake up in that state of frenzy again — somewhat afraid of it but somewhat thrilled too.

————————————

It was like deja vu when I woke early that Friday morning to find my cock hard, full and throbbing. I looked over at the sleeping form of my wife, admiring the sloping curve of her hips under the thin sheets. I wanted to wait until she woke up but I was gripped by an urgency I’d hadn’t felt since I stopped taking the pills. It was as though my cock knew it was only going to have a single day of doing whatever it wanted and was determined to get the most out of it.

I Travesti reached around my wife’s sleeping form and closed my hand over her heavy right breast. I kneaded it gently, rolling the nipple between my fingers. She breathed deeply and rolled toward me. I crawled down the bed to her feet and began kissing her legs, moving up to her thighs and big hips, closing in on her panties — already moist with excitement. She moaned and parted her legs, like she was having a sex dream.

I trailed my kisses up until I made contact with her cunt. I pulled the panties aside and licked the full lips, pushed my tongue into her wet vagina, nuzzled her clit with my nose. She began to respond in her half-sleep, moaning and moving her legs apart. Finally, she raised herself up, looking down at me with bleary eyes.

“Do you want me to go on?” I asked, placing soft kisses on her lips.

She nodded and laid back. I continued to eat her out. Her moans began to get louder and more frequent. After just a few minutes, she had a long slow orgasm, her pussy milking my fingers with slow wet contractions. When she finished, she sat up, now wide awake, and looked me in the eye. She pulled the nightie off, exposing her delectable body.

“I need you,” she said. “I need that big penis inside me.”

I had planned to take it slow but my cock was dying to get inside her. I crawled up her body, spending a time kissing and nuzzling her big breasts, sucking on her tender nipples. Finally, I got on top and slid smoothly into her wet cunt. She gasped as her lips parted, then raised her legs up and moaned as I slid all nine inches into her. She wrapped her legs around my back and dug a heel into my butt, spurring me on like a horse. I started stroking into her slowly.

“No, not like that. Fuck me. Hard. Fast.”

I put her legs over my shoulders and began to plunge deep into her. It was a perfect angle, letting my cock touch her clit on the downstrokes and letting me penetrate all the way into her until I bumped her cervix.

“Yes, just like that!”

I wasn’t going to last long. My gorged cock was quickly filling with a big load. I began fucking her more and more frantically. She squeezed me hard as she came again. Her orgasms set me loose and I pounded her like an engine, exploring every little square millimeter of her cunt.

After nearly ten minutes of superhuman restraint, I finally came, gushing ten thick ropes of cum into her. I thrust frantically as it surged out, setting off her third orgasm. This time she cried out with pleasure. Cum leaked out of the snug connection, rolling down her ass and onto the sheets.

We lay there for a few minutes before she spoke.

“Oh yes,” she said. “That’s one hell of a wakeup call.”

“I could probably get it up again soon,” I said.

She smiled and kissed me. “We have to work. Save it for tonight.”

“I don’t know that I’ll be able to hold out that long. You don’t know what this is like. The minute I’m exposed to anything sexual, I have to cum.”

“You’re an accountant. There’s nothing remotely arousing about numbers.”

“You’d be surprised.”

She considered. “If you have to relieve yourself, feel free. But save something for tonight. I have big plans for that big thing.”

——————

Deja vu all over again. I came into work to find that Jessica had decided to wear a sundress that day. She looked amazing. The thin yellow fabric did little to conceal her succulent figure. I could easily see her lacy panties and bra through it. They looked suspiciously like the pair she’d worn the night of our encounter. It was cut low in front. I was hard as a brick by the time I’d crossed the waiting room.

By lunchtime, I was going crazy from the pressure in my pants. I decided to go to the bathroom and relive the pressure so I could at least try to concentrate on work. Going there necessitated walking past Jessica again. She stopped me to ask a question. While talking, she leaned over to get me to read something. Once again, I got that amazing view down her dress. The dress clung tightly to her tits but I could still see her bra peeking out. It *was* the same one she’d worn the night we’d fucked. Her tits looked they were going to burst it apart. I noticed her gaze drift down to my bulging pants and she blushed a little. Finally, I managed to get free and into the bathroom.

I checked that the bathroom was clear, got into a stall and released my aching cock. I didn’t want to waste time but started stroking it right away. I was on my knees, aiming it at the toilet. After a minute, I heard the door open. I quickly hopped on the commode, pretending I was using it and waited. I heard someone walk toward the stalls, hesitate, then walk back to the door. I heard a click and then the footsteps approached again, stopping right in front of my stall. I looked down and was surprised to see a woman’s feet in high heels.

“Tom, open up.” It was Jessica.

I awkwardly stuffed my cock in my pants and opened the door. She was in my arms in a second.

“Feel like a quickie?”

“Jessica, Ankara Travesti we agreed-“

She reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants. “I know. But I need it today. I’ve been so horny the last few days and Joe won’t touch me. I need a cock in me; I need your cock in me.”

“Jessica, we can’t.” But even as I said this, my hands were caressing her through the sundress, paying particular attention to her massive tits.

“Just this once. Just today. I’m so horny! And you fill me up so well!”

I knew it was a mistake but I couldn’t help myself. The feel of her bra, filled near to bursting by those lovely breasts, was rapidly draining the blood from my brain. I pushed her out of the stall, kissing and fondling her, until we were up against the wall. She parted her legs and I ground my cock into her crotch. She moaned into my mouth and melted into me, her inhibitions quickly vanishing.

“Let me see your tits,” I whispered. “I have to see them again. They’re so beautiful.”

She smiled and pulled aside the shoulder straps of her dress, exposing the tight bra and deep cleavage. She quickly undid the four hooks and the bra popped free. If possible, she seemed even bigger than I remembered. I grasped them and she gasped.

“Gently this time. They’re a bit sensitive.”

It was difficult to restrain my enthusiasm but I slowed down, kissing, nuzzling and caressing them. She leaned against the wall, basking in the attention, a strange smile on her face. She finally pushed me away.

“I want to try something,” she said.

She pulled me over to the lounge area of the bathroom where there was a bench and laid down. She licked her hand and rubbed the saliva into her cleavage. Then she squeezed her big tits together and looked down at them significantly. I knew what she wanted but had never done it before, despite my wife’s considerable décolletage. I straddled her chest and placed my big prick between her breasts. She pushed them together, enclosing my cock in a valley. The head was just below her mouth.

“Your cock and my boobs were made for each other,” she said. “We have to do this at least once.”

I started stroking. To be honest, it was a little awkward but we quickly settled into a rhythm. She held her boobs tight together and stroked the nipples while I slid slowly through her cleavage. Each time my head got to the top, she sucked on it. It felt nice, but it looked amazing. With the support of her hands, her tits looked like coconuts, almost separate from the rest of her body. I felt like a voyeur watching someone else slide a huge prick between those mounds. She started really getting into it, squeezing her breasts together when I stroked upward, pinching the nipples. After a few minutes, to my utter astonishment, she crossed her legs and moaned deeply.

“Did you cum?” I asked.

She nodded. “Just a little bit. I’ve never done that before. But you turn me on so much.”

I said, “I’m not far behind. Do you want me to cum on them?”

She bit her lip. I could tell she wanted me to — wanted to see those big mammaries covered in my cum. But she slowly shook her head. “I still have to work. I can’t walk around all day with cum on my tits — especially with you being such a fountain.”

I got off her and she stood up and kissed me, letting me fondle her breasts for a little while. Then with a mischievous smile, she walked over to the sinks and bent over the counter. I strode up behind her and raised her dress to the waist, then lowered her panties to her ankles, all the while massaging her round ass. I placed my cock at her wet entrance and parted her lips slightly.

“Quickly. Before people get back from lunch.”

I pushed past her lips and she moaned as they stretched to encompass my girth. She was incredibly wet and my cock slid smoothly into her. Her vaginal walls stretched as I drove in, welcoming me into the depths of her pussy until I was balls-deep. I waited for a second to let her get used to my size again while my hands kneaded her full hips.

“That’s perfect,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Fill my pussy with your cum. I want to feel it drip out all afternoon.”

I started stroking deeply, grazing her cervix on each downstroke, bumping her clit with my balls. I had a perfect view of her pussy lips, stretched wide as I stuffed my fat cock into her.

“God that’s good,” she said. “I’m going to cum soon. You’re making me cum so fast!”

I sped up my strokes, now impatient to flood her pussy with my load. I looked into the mirror. Her pretty face was contorted with her building orgasm, her tits were pressed against the cool surface of the sink counter, their bulk spilling out to the side. Her round ass was up in the air and rippled with each impact as I plowed deeply into her. The duality of participant and voyeur pushed me over the edge. I started fucking her as fast as I could, my hips a blur as I slammed my big cock into her. She reached behind her and grabbed her hips, holding on for dear life, intertwining her fingers with mine. Her moans turned into short İstanbul Travesti gasps of passion.

“Oh Tom! I missed this. Fuck that pussy. Make it cum. Make it cum!”

Her pussy began to spasm, squeezing me hard, getting wetter and hotter. At the same time, my balls emptied and my cock swelled. I went through an ecstatic moment as I crammed my spasming cock as deep as I could and let go with eight or nine big spurts. Her vagina grew slick with my cum and I heard two or three heavy drops hit the tiled floor. I fell forward on to her and we lay there, letting our orgasms subside.

“You cum so much!” she said. “You feel like a garden hose inside me.”

“What can I say? You turn me on that much.”

“I needed that,” said Jessica, after a minute. “I feel so neglected sometimes. Do you know what it’s like to have a strong sex drive and a husband who only wants it once a week?”

“Not really.”

“I just need someone to treat me like a sex object. And it was driving me crazy knowing your cock was just down the hall. Some days it was all I could do not to run into your office and take it!”

“I’ve felt the same way. And I don’t know a man alive who doesn’t wish we has in my place right now.”

She smiled and squeezed my subsiding cock.

“This has to be the last time, though,” I gasped. “We both know that.”

“I know. It’ll be hard though. I get so horny when I’m pregnant.”

It took a moment for those words to settle in.

“What?”

She smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry. It’s not yours. Joe and I have been trying to get pregnant for a while.”

“When’s your due date?”

She told me and I ran the numbers backward in my head.

“Um, Jessica, you got pregnant right about when we had sex.”

She shook her head. “I ovulated a couple of days before then. Trust me. A woman knows her body.”

I wasn’t going to argue. But I wondered silently if Joe could compete with the tidal wave of cum I’d unleashed into her. I pulled out and a thin rivulet of semen ran down her leg.

“Clean me up?” she asked. I got some paper towels and wiped off her legs and pussy until she wasn’t leaking any more. The cleaning got her giggling.

“Keep that up and I’ll get going again.”

We dressed and kissed. Then she unlocked the door and left. I waited a few minutes so it wouldn’t look suspicious. My head was spinning. I only hoped I could make it to evening.

—————————–

The afternoon dragged on. I tried to work but my mind was not on numbers at all — except for maybe contemplating the steep slopes and curved topology of Jessica’s cantilevered figure. She did not help with this, popping in several times with questions or papers to sign. At least, that was the excuse. I think it was more to tease me glimpses down the scooped front of her sundress and prolonged stares at her curvy ass. Every time I made out the shape of her panties through the dress, I couldn’t help by think about my cum oozing into them. But nothing else happened. She left at 4:30. At 5:00, I hopped into my car and drove home like a maniac.

Sarah’s car was in when I got there. I was so eager to get out of my car, I almost strangled myself to death when I tried to jump out with my seatbelt still on. I stumbled to the back door, tried about seventeen keys on my six-key ring before I finally got it open. I took off my pants the second I got in the door and my cock swelled in relief from the lack of pressure. But it needed to cum. And it needed to cum inside Sarah. I hurried through the house looking for Sarah frantically but she couldn’t find her. My cock was about to explode by the time I finally located her in the laundry room.

Just the sight of her almost made me cum. She had her back to me and was loading up the washer. She still had the black shirt on but had removed the pants. Every now and then, she would bend down to the laundry basket and the shirt would ride up, exposing her curvaceous ass, clad in tight sheer silver panties.

I crept up and put my arms around her, grabbing her big breasts at the same time I rubbed my swollen prick against her bottom. She jumped a bit then giggled then moaned as I forced my dick lower until it was rubbing against her ass.

“Is that for me?” she asked.

“It’s always for you,” I replied.

I put my arms around her and removed her shirt, leaving her standing in bra and panties. I took off my underwear and slid my erection between her legs, sliding it over her panty-clad pussy until it stuck out between her thighs. She reached down and rubbed the head while I closed my hands over her breasts and squeezed them. We stood like that for many minutes. I kept sliding my big cock over the slick material of her underwear, going slowly as my swollen head rubbed against her lips and clit, eliciting little spasms. Each time my head poked out, she massaged it. I kept manhandling her breasts, now kneading them slowly, now pushing them together, now pinching the nipples, now just rubbing them lightly through the flimsy spandex. Fairly soon, I could fell her wetness through the panties. She started moaning in pleasure, squirming to get away from my attentions, wanting to get to the more intense parts of our love-making. But I held her still. I’d had two quickies already. Despite the urgency in my balls, I wanted to take my time.

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I am a successful human resource consultant – recruiter to most people. I have worked and trained hard to get to my current position – senior recruiter for a major management only niche firm with seventeen other people. The boss and his wife have become good friends over the years and I enjoy working here. About six years ago I met and married my husband Will who works as an executive in a computer hardware distributor here in town. We do not have children as Will had been married before and decided not to have any more. He had a vasectomy rather than put his wife through surgery. I consider myself a consummate professional, faithful wife, and good friend to my neighbor Sharon and my boss’s wife Tina. My sex life could be better as Will works long hours and so do I, but he is an ardent, although somewhat traditional lover.

Tina and I had shared girl talk over the years on our various “girl’s night out” where we would generally drink a little too much. She told me, much to my surprise, that Craig (her husband and my boss) was a player. She was sure he had never done anything in the office because she knows he would have been after me in a flash and I would have told her. But she knows and they have come to an arrangement. He gets to keep his balls, his company and his lifestyle as long as he is discrete and comes home at night. She, on the other hand, also gets free rein to play. She told me she had met this guy on the internet who lived 100 miles away and they would occasionally hook up near him. They had joined a swingers club as a couple. It wasn’t something I thought I could ever do nor would I ever want to have sex outside my marriage.

So what happened that day came as a complete surprise to me. I had this appointment with a candidate named Jack. When he was shown into my office I was speechless. Not only was he gorgeous and built nicely, but he carried himself with confidence and calm. My physical reaction was my pussy got soaked. It was all I could do to stay focused. My hormones went to rage and were knocking on my mind. That had never, ever happened to me by looking at a guy – not even my husband.

I hadn’t paid any attention to my foot position and one of them cramped up horribly. He asked me to let him help and got down on the floor, removed my shoe and worked some magic at my instep and the pain went away. He also, with no help from me, got a pretty good look at my legs. My skirt was a full length button up the front type and was open about halfway up my leg. His lifting of my leg had forced the skirt apart and gave him a pretty good view of my leg and thigh. The skirt was riding up my leg but I made no attempt to change that. My legs are one of my best features and somehow I didn’t care about him getting a good look. I wanted him to see them. I was ashamed of being so wanton but I couldn’t help it. My panties were soaked.

“You’re amazing. That was so great. How I can I thank you” I said looking at him with a grin on my face that I couldn’t control. I hurriedly pulled my leg away.

“Find me a job – as a consultant or permanent” was his answer.

“Let’s see what we can do. I should be back to you in a couple of days.” I said trying to get control of myself. I know I was a little rude but I dismissed him quickly – way too quickly. I was curious about this man.

That night when I got home after a dinner with Tina I collapsed into bed exhausted. I had told her about my reaction to Jack and she just chuckled like a schoolmarm at my naiveté. Will was at a convention in Atlanta with his sales manager and two other people from the company for two weeks and so I had the house to myself. What a treat, I thought. I quickly undressed and drew a hot bath with beads and just relaxed into the feeling of warmth. But my mind was still very active – I couldn’t get Jack out of my mind. Totally involuntarily, once again my body started betraying me, I started rubbing myself and pushing my clit harder and harder. Out of nowhere I came with a slam. So much for a relaxing bath.

But I was still horney as hell. I dried off and went to bed with two of my favorite toys – my 14 inch rubber dick and my anal vibrator – two things Will would never have believed I owned yet alone used. I stuck the tiny vibrator into my anus and turned up the volume. I plunged the dildo into my pussy without so much as a warmup. I was absolutely flowing with juices in there. I really don’t know what came over me but I just rammed that dildo in and out as hard and as fast as my arms would let me. Between the buzz in my ass and the thing in my pussy, I must have come five times. Incredible for “one time” Irene. Needless to say I didn’t sleep very well that night. I kept dreaming about Jack.

We had been contacted by a client looking for a manager for one of their regions. The job description fit Jack to a tee so I called him in for an interview with the client. “I don’t want to accept any calls while I get the candidate prepped for his interview” I said to the Travesti receptionist as she closed the door. I was wearing a white semi-sheer button-down blouse and a tight blue skirt. Jack and I chatted about the client for a while. I had been sporting a headache and neck ache all day from all the straining of pounding my pussy so hard every night. So when the client called to say he was going to be a little late, I got a little forward with Jack. I asked him to do me a favor:

“I was really impressed with your foot thing. I could use your magic hands again. I have this knot in my neck and it’s really beginning to hurt. I’m getting a pretty bad headache. Could you do something with it, please?”

“Open the top two buttons of your blouse so I can get at your neck and shoulder. Doing it through the shirt won’t work” he said and came around to sit on my side of the desk. I turned around in my chair and bent my head all the way back looking up at him upside down. ‘What the hell’ I thought and unbuttoned the top three just to give him a little show of my cleavage. I was already wet when he walked in the room. I was going to have a tough time in the interview staying focused. I slid down a little in the chair to have my tight skit ride up my legs and give him that show as well. His hands were amazing.

“This will hurt at first, but by the time you count to ten, you will feel a lot better” he explained softly.

I giggled: “Get another line!”

“Why should I if it works. You doing OK? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“A little, but I don’t care. It feels so good it must be illegal. Please don’t say anything, just do your magic.” I moaned and sighed from time to time as he worked my neck and shoulder.

I whispered “Ohhhhh my god that feels good.” The sense of touch on my body was so sensitive to him that I had a little orgasm. When I did I sat up like a bolt.

“I think we might have crossed a line there – don’t you?”

“I was only trying to help my favorite recruiter so she could find me a good job” he responded. “After all she has a big meeting for me soon!” I wasn’t hearing to well as my pussy was pulsing and my panties were soaking wet.

“Well, OK then.” I straightened up my blouse and my skirt and slid under my desk to cover. For a minute I thought he was sprouting a hardon but I wasn’t sure. Was he as lustful for me as I was for him I wondered? We completed the interview but the client didn’t want him.

I went home to an empty house again that night and made myself a salad for dinner. I just wasn’t hungry, but I was cold. It had gotten nasty and wet so I went to my husbands sock draw to get a pair of his wool socks. When I pulled a pair out there was a video tape stuck inside them – one of those small digital ones like we used in our video camera. That was strange because we had a storage place downstairs. I decided that I needed to know what was on the tape that Will didn’t want me to see so I put into the VCR and hit play. I was in for a rude surprise.

The video started off with just a body shot of a woman in a silk robe that ended about mid-thigh. She was dancing and swaying and teasing with the robe. She would turn around and open the robe and lower it to her waist so the camera got a great picture of her nude back and ass. The she turned around and gave the camera a full frontal – her tits were not large but very upturned and she was completed shaved. She danced for a while all this time not showing her face. Then she pointed to the side and dropped her robe completely. The camera panned to the right and there was a bed. She got up on the bed and that’s when I saw it was Sharon, my neighbor and best friend. She got up on the bed, spread her legs and started playing with her pussy. The camera panned down and showed a very erect dick and then back to Sharon real going at herself with three fingers up her pussy.

The video ended and restarted with Sharon over the edge of the bed and a man pounding away at her. The camera was obviously on a table. When the man came inside her, he leaned over. I was stunned. It was my husband Will who had been fucking my friend. I was destroyed by the sight and quickly turned off the video. My husband and my best friend. I cried for a while and then I got angry – really angry because I realized that the bed was my bed and the robe was mine as well. That bitch had used my stuff and fucked my husband. I didn’t know who was I was more mad at.

I went rummaging through my husband’s drawers and found three more tapes with Sharon and one with Sheilah, the company’s sales manager– and worse they were at a show together and probably fucking their brains out. Sheilah was a real slut because she was taking on Will and another fellow and the camera was obviously hand held, so there must have been a third person. What I could not get my mind around, was how aroused I had become watching these tapes. I grabbed my big rubber friend and really worked up a sweat pounding into my pussy Konya Travesti until I couldn’t take any more. And then I cried myself to sleep.

I called in sick the next day and watched them again and again. All day I watched those videos and pounded my pussy and my ass with my toys until I was so sore I thought another time wouldn’t be possible. But a little KY and I was in business. I must have cum thirteen times that day. I hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink. I was so totally immersed in the porno tapes of my friend and my husband that I couldn’t help myself – and something broke in me. I finally fell asleep about midnight and dreamed something for me – Jack fucking me stupid. The next day at work I talked to Tina about what I had found. She consoled me as best as she could and offered simple advise – “what is good for the goose… is good for the gander.”

“Go out and fuck someone you are attracted to for no reason other than you want to. Give yourself totally to the experience as if he was the only person in the world that mattered. Hey, how about that candidate you were lusting after last week. He looks like a stud. Shit, if he wasn’t a candidate and local I would seduce him myself. Besides, I would want you to have first dibs. For me its just sex – for you it sounds more like lust or even revenge.”

Three days later I called Jack. “I know this is a little presumptuous, but I am having a problem with a testy client, I think it’s because I am a women, and I could use some help in closing this placement. I immediately thought of your calming attitude and, if you are willing, I could sure use the help. I will pay you for the time if you can help out or even share the commission.”

“Tell me where and when. I am happy to help. Just give me time to hear from you what has happened up to now!”

“Oh thank you, very much, for being a good sport. Its Friday at 2:30 so meet me here at 1:30 and I’ll brief you.”

“See you then” he answered and hung up.

We met on Friday and went off to the meeting. The guy was a chauvinist and Jack managed to convince him that he was really not seeing the bigger picture, that the candidate could bring a lot to the table, and that kind of an opportunity doesn’t come along too often. We closed the deal 2 hours later complete with a deposit.

“I don’t want to go back to the office – it’s too late. Can I take you to dinner as a thank you? I feel like celebrating.” I really wanted some company – especially his.

“Don’t you have to get home to someone?” he asked a little too obvious.

“Oh not this week, he is in Boston at a conference. Truth is I could use a friend right now, things aren’t going so well.” I stopped and looked at Jack fighting back tears.

“I don’t really know why I pouring this out to you, but somehow you have made me very comfortable. It must be your hands. This is soooo unprofessional but I really don’t have anyone to talk to. My best girlfriend is the problem so I can’t even go to her.”

“Let me listen, if nothing else” he offered and ordered a bottle of wine. “We can just sit here and talk, cry, complain or whatever. OK?”

“How come you’re so nice?” I asked

“Because I don’t like my dark side – I spent too much time with it early in my life. It hasn’t been out since I got my divorce, and I really enjoy being happy. So why not share it?” I smiled at him. What a perfect answer from this glorious man.

“Nice answer.” I replied

We had a couple of glasses and we ordered another bottle. We decided to order some food because I was really feeling the alcohol. I told him that I hadn’t had the chance for lunch and all I had for breakfast was coffee. The drunker I got, the more I told him. It was awful for me and must have been for him to hear about Will and Sharon and Sheilah. I admitted I was emotionally broken from his cheating. I said I was looking for some kind of retribution and wasn’t sure what that revenge would look like.

The more we talked the closer we got to each other. We were accenting our conversation by touching each other – on the arm, the hand, a shoulder. I could also feel the warmth of his leg against mine. I was going to have a problem keeping my distance from this very sexy man. I was so attracted to him I was getting wetter by the minute. He was cute – he was trying hard to be a friend and I was making it difficult by trying to seduce him.

“What do you have in mind for your revenge?” he asked, sort of innocently trying to get me to say it out load. Guys are funny.

“I can’t believe I am going to be this forward and admitting this to you, but, I was thinking I would play a little as well. You know, what’s good for the goose….” I turned to face him and put my hand on his arm. I was looking deep into his eyes and he was looking back. It was the sexiest thing I could ever imagine. There was this long period of time when all we did was stare at each other. He flinched first.

“You sure know how to İzmir Travesti get a guy’s attention” he said. “But I think it’s the wine talking right now. And I know you are hurting. I really am a nice guy, so please don’t make it hard for me. You are a very desirable women.” That was all I needed to hear. My engine really started to run then and I turned it on.

“It hasn’t been the wine for the last week – ever since I met you the first time” I replied “I know its sounds crazy, and I may be a little lit so I am a little too uninhibited, but I have been dreaming about you – and not in a way I could tell anyone – not even you!”

“Irene, where is this going and are you sure you want to?” I was really drawn to this man and apparently so was he to me. So, I started stroking his arm and I moved my shoeless foot to stroke his leg.

“No, I am not sure,” I cooed, “but I think I can be me with you – I feel comfortable. I don’t know why, but I know I can trust you. Who else to share my new found freedom with than a new friend who I am sure can be discrete? Besides, if you are half as good in bed as you are in the boardroom, I know we will play well together.”

“Irene, you’re married. I need to understand what you’re thinking!”

“So is he. If it doesn’t concern me why should it concern you. I feel no guilt about what I am thinking and I am pretty sure I won’t feel guilty later either. So, if you feel what I feel there is between us, then tell me. If not, we can just be good friends who can lean on each other – no foul. I know I would do that for you and you have already done that for me.”

He looked at me for a long time staring into my eyes. I was stroking his arm and leaning into him. I could feel his body warmth coming through his jacket and I was burning inside with lust.

“To be honest, I have never been attracted to a women more in my life. But life is about choices. If I make this one and its turns bad, we both will be sorry.” He put his hand on my thigh and stroked it softly up to my skirt’s hem. I let out this very soft moan and then a very quiet hiss.

“If you don’t want to help me in my revenge, stop doing what you are doing. It is making me think very bad things and coming to lots of conclusions. Please don’t let me make a fool of myself. I find you very desirable and have from the start.” I wanted this guy so bad I was soaked.

He didn’t stop. He pushed his hand higher on my thigh and over the top of my stockings. I moaned louder and shuttled closer to him, practically in his lap. I felt around his thigh searching under the table for his cock. When I found it I started a slow and methodical stroke of it through his pants. He responded by moving his hand all the way up my leg to my crotch. I parted my legs to give him easier access. My panties were soaking wet. I closed my eyes and started humming.

“My, my, what have we here?” he said stroking my pussy through my panties and getting a very wet hand in return.

“If you don’t take me somewhere and do something soon I will feint from desire.” I looked at him and said “I hope you don’t believe this is a just the wine.”

He looked around the restaurant. It was too early for the dinner crowd and after work drink before going home group. “I’m going to the men’s room. Don’t you have to go too?” I had my shoe on and was half way out from the table before he finished standing.

As I got to the access hallway and the privacy screen he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. I groaned in his ear. My arms went around his neck and I pulled his head toward me. We kissed, passionately and hungrily. I was on fire and could only think of him inside me. I parted my lips and I thrust my tongue as far into him as possible. Our tongues were fighting each other with the passion we both had. I was purring with delight at finally getting real close to him and from the intensity of the kisses. He was stroking my sides and my ass and ran his hands over my breasts very slowly.

“Please….please – do something – soooooon” I pleaded in between kisses.

He pulled me into the men’s room, turned around and locked the door. He pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my hands, pinning them together with one hand and pressing them over my head and against the wall. With the other he unbuttoned my blouse slowly – painfully slowly for me – I had been ready for too long. He pulled the tails out from my skirt and the blouse fell open. I was wearing a demi-bra and he could see my distended nipples peaking out above the cup. It had a front clip which he expertly undid with his free hand. He squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples. I responded with sighs and moans. He started kissing my neck, then my shoulder and licked me all the way to my left nipple. I was breathing faster and thrusting my pelvis into his now very hard dick.

He grabbed my nipple in his teeth and gently bit and sucked on it. Panting and whispering “please” over and over again I pulled one hand free and went right for his cock. He let go my other one and I opened his belt and then unzipped his pants. With the zipper down his pants fell to the floor. I reached into his shorts and grabbed his big and warm cock which was already oozing some precum.

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God it was hot, 90 degrees in the shade and no relief in site. The fans around the house were only blowing hot air. In an effort to be comfortable, I had stripped down to a tank top and boxer shorts. I settled on the loveseat, cooling off with a cherry Popsicle, and waited for you to get out of the shower.

When I heard the shower shut off, I knew you would be down soon. I relaxed back on the loveseat, and spread myself out seductively. Placing the Popsicle teasingly between my lips. Watching the stairs, waiting for your descent. Smiling to myself as I thought of ways to combat the heat.

Halfway down the stairs, you could see me sprawled on the loveseat. I gazed into your eyes, a knowing smile playing on my lips. Your T-shirt was already sweaty, clinging to your chest, and your shorts left little to the imagination.

“What a beautiful sight.” You said, smiling that big smile I loved. “That Popsicle looks good enough to eat.”

“Come down and have a lick.” I offered, sucking on the Popsicle.

“Of the Popsicle?” you asked.

“Unhuh.” I teased.

In the 5 seconds it took you to reach me, my nipples were hard Travesti with anticipation. Pressing against the material of my tank top, the rosy color showing through. When you leaned down, I thought you were going to kiss me. Instead you licked the Popsicle, taking it from my hand, and smiled.

“Yum, cherry is my favorite flavor.” You teased.

“I’ll have to remember that.” I laughed.

Reaching down you swiftly pulled up my tank top. Exposing my tits in one quick motion. Smiling, you placed the cold Popsicle against my nipple. I shivered as the freezing cold ice touched my hot skin, my nipple hard, and sticky with Popsicle juice. Moving the Popsicle to the other nipple, you gently placed your mouth on the already frozen nipple. The warmth of your tongue against my freezing nipple was ecstasy. I moaned loudly, pulling your head closer to my breasts. Squirming to press myself against your hard cock.

“You taste wonderful.” You whispered. “Cherry is a good flavor for you.”

Licking the other nipple, you moved your hand down my belly. Caressing my flesh softly. You sat up and grinned wickedly at me, before taking Antalya Travesti the Popsicle and making little circles on my belly. I gasped at the cold, writhing underneath your hand. When you finished drawing on me with the Popsicle, you leaned over and traced the picture with your tongue. Long, slow licks lapping up the sticky Popsicle mess. I giggled as your tongue tickled the soft spot above my hip.

“This Popsicle is melting pretty fast, we better finish it off.” You growled, ripping off my boxers.

Spreading my legs, licking my inner thigh, you held the dripping Popsicle over the tangled fur covering my pussy, red juice running between the lips, cold and wet. You placed the melting tip of the Popsicle on my clit, causing me to cry out in surprise and clamp my knees around you. I lost control when you moved the Popsicle to my opening, the remainder melting quickly away as it came into contact with my hot pussy.

“Hmmm, I’ve made quite a mess down here.” You chuckled. “Guess I should clean it up.”

“Please.” Was all I could manage, feeling too flushed to say anything else.

Teasing my clit Bursa Travesti with your finger, you moved your tongue slowly down my snatch. Pausing to lick up the sticky Popsicle, before plunging your tongue into my aching pussy. My hips bucked wildly, grinding my pussy against your tongue. You moved your mouth to my clit, sucking on it gently, feeling it grow hard between your teeth. I was moaning wildly, unable to control my desire. Your tongue fucked my pussy, moving in and out faster. Reaching up, your fingers flicked and teased my nipples. I thrashed, gripping your head and pulling it closer. Moving between my clit and my hole, your tongue drove me insane with passion. I felt the fire within me building, knew I was so close to cumming. You began concentrating your tongue on my clit, knowing exactly what to do to drive me over. Circling it with your tongue, sucking on it. I screamed, my body shaking, as my orgasm hit me. Trembling as I came hard against your mouth. My juice combined with the Popsicle making your chin and mouth sticky.

“Wow honey, I think I need another shower to wash off all this sticky stuff.” You laughed.

“You know, I was thinking the same thing.” I replied, grabbing your hand, and heading back upstairs.

I smiled to myself, thinking of all the wonderful things I could do with the soap, and my mouth. Paybacks can be fun, as you were about to find out.

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Most days he would trundle door to door, pulling his shabby cart through alleyways, hawking little bottles of “medicine” in their amber-hued glass. He looked time-worn in the way of gypsies and street peddlers, eyes hidden by the brim of his shapeless hat, hands calloused, his fingertips browned with the dirt of the road. Most days he sold no more than a few dollars’ worth, other days he sold nothing at all. His sing-song voice was a counterpoint to the shouts of children and the gossip of house-cleaning wives and spinsters. To some his patter sounded not unlike, “Bring out yer dead,” and sent them scattering deep inside their hovels. To others it was comforting in the way the drip from a leaky pipe was comforting, a monotone that lulled them into thinking all was fine and good. We’re no poorer now than we were yesterday, and certainly no poorer than him.

A few, the brave, would take pity on him, offer him a glass of water or, if he was especially lucky or if it was a holiday, a mug of ale. When he drank, he’d straighten to his full height, push his hat off his head with one hand and drink with the other, tipping the mug upwards and his chin with it. Then he’d hand back the mug and pull his hand through his matted curls, scratching at his sweaty scalp, and smile his thanks. It was then his spirit would first glint in his eyes, a deep blue-green to anyone who cared to look. His face, etched and scraped as it was, surprised many with its handsomeness.

“Thanks, ma’am. Mighty kind of ye,” he’d venture. “May I possibly interest you in some medications for any ailments you might have? Cures for starin’ sleepless at the ceiling at night? I got some milder ones here for babes that’s colicky. Or ones for warts, or maybe fleas? Dogs are always full of fleas that jump on ya. And I got lotions to rub on yer skin to ward off any insects that may bother.”

His voice was deeper than you would expect for a fellow of his frame, a balm to anyone who heard it, especially women. Most folk would shake their heads, “No,” and bid him a good day, not waiting to see him off before taking glass or mug back inside, as if they were afraid any more contact with him than that might taint them, rub off his poverty or isolation on them. Once in a fortnight, perhaps, he’d be invited to show his wares for this or that scourge. He’d step around to the back of his cart and rummage underneath the oiled covers held down by worn ropes criss-crossed over the irregularly shaped mounds of bric-a-brac. He’d make a show of digging for what he was looking for, just the right thing for the specific ailment. In truth, nearly all the bottles he handed out held, despite their different shapes and color of the glass, the same exact molasses-thickened fluid diluted with some cheap rye whiskey and made bitter with some herb or other. He’d found making the medicines bitter made them more believable. It didn’t do to have them all taste the same, in case two or three were called on for a customer’s different needs.

*****

This day was fairly typical.

“Dear lady, this is the best remedy for your discomfort I’ve ever had the fortune to sell. The best you could get anywhere, even them fancy stores. I got’em right here. Take just a teaspoon with a cup of chamomile tea every night before bedtime. You’ll sleep like a swaddled babe, and you’ll start feelin’ better soon, jus’ two or three days in my own experience. My customers swear by it.” Once he had their attention it was only a matter of minutes till he made his first sale, and like water running downhill, another a minute or two to his second, and maybe even a third.

“You know,” he’d say, “it dawns on me, dear lady, I may have somethin’ else that might be of use t’ ye, if you tell me about other things that bothers ye…”

“Well…” she demurred, but it was clear as dew on snowbells that the little bottle he held called to the woman.

“Maybe you want to git out of this sun,” he suggested. Other times it had been the heat, or mist, or whatever weather might have surrounded them. “I shoulnn’t have kept ye so long…. ” And, like always, he let just the slightest tinge of wistfulness creep into his voice as he battened down his load slowly, straying a sideways look at the lady customer.

For it was invariably a lady that took his bait. Maddie Spelling was not unlike the others, the ones whose shoulders hunched from their farm labors or bed changing, cooking, and washing floors. Her brown hair was caught up in a sloppy ponytail low at her neck, her clothing soft and shapeless, its colors faded with innumerable washings. Her eyes were a washed-out blue and the lines around her eyes and the corners of her mouth dug years into her face.

His wrist just managed to touch her forearm, and the corner of his mouth barely twitched at the near-silent intake of breath, the hairs on the back of her arm standing on end and tickling his own.

“Ah, there,” giving a rope one more tug. “One moment more… long day, this,” he Travesti said, and leaned on his cart, looking exhausted. He had no need to feign that; it had been a long week of long, hot days with few sales, and the cart had gotten heavier and heavier.

“Why don’t you come in and sit down for a spell?”

“I don’t mean to impose, good lady.”

“Oh, no, no you ain’t imposin’ at all.”

“Won’t your husband mind?”

“He’s in town for the market day,” she said, pushing some stray hairs behind her ear. He’d expected something of the sort. He’d never had one retract her invitation, nor had any husband or father or brother ever intruded. He had a well developed nose for unwanted company.

“Cole. Cole Hartmann is my name.”

“Madelyn Spelling. Everyone calls me Maddie.”

She led the way, her small bottled treasures held tightly in hand, those elixirs that promised relief and escape. In the house, he found the same rude furniture as in most of the houses he’d visited, greyed or brown-black, clustered around a stove or a fireplace. She took him into the kitchen and sat him down at the table.

“I can make you some coffee, if you’d like.”

After a bit of rummaging around cupboards and the like, she came back with a cup. The coffee was weak and lukewarm, but he was grateful for it and the chance to sit down. When she’d reached across the table to set the chipped mug down, he’d noticed the long sleeves of her dress, the frayed ribbon circling the cuffs like a worn rope. Although the dress looked like (it was) the only one she owned, it was spotless despite the graying, faded colors – signs of too much washing – that didn’t quite hide the brownish spatters. Her sleeve had ridden up and he saw the yellow-green-purplish marks and still-raised welts on the inside of her wrist and forearm. He reached across and placed his hand directly over the marks, raising his eyes to look into her own.

“How long have those been there? I have a salve tha’s jus’ the thing to he’p those heal.”

“They’ll be fine. I tripped down the front steps when I was carryin’ too much and payin’ no mind. Anyways, I got no more money.”

“None needed. I’d like to repay your kindness for letting me rest outta the sun, and for the coffee. A little present from me.”

He held her arm and, though she had pulled back at first, his eyes had stilled her fretting. She lowered her eyelashes, long enough to almost brush the blueish skin under her lids. Being so close to her, he saw the thin laugh lines fanning out from the corners for what they were, rather than wrinkles – she couldn’t have been more than 24 or 25, though he’d first guessed she was at least ten years older.

He raised her wrist to his mouth, just lightly brushing her skin, cool under his lips.

She tried to pulled her arm back but he held on. “Please, Mr. Hartmann…”

“Does he do this often?” He turned her arm so the bruises were facing up, unavoidable.

“He…what? NO!” Her answer was so quick, he knew it was a lie. “No, really…” And she hunched over, but finally managed to pull her arm out of his hand.

“What sets him off, Maddie?” He trapped her eyes with his own. “Is it drinking too much? The housework? The kids not clean enough, or not well-behaved enough?”

“We got no kids. He says it’s my fault,” she said, sitting down suddenly on a rickety stool near the table, arms limp in her lap.

“When is he returnin’?”

“He usually stays in town two, three days. Comes back drunk as a skunk and tired enough to crawl into bed for a whole day. Jus’ left this mornin’. Give me time to catch up with all my chores, maybe.”

“Here, let me put some water on for tea. Is that there the pot?”

He filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove, then moved behind her chair and laid his hands on her shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she asked, starting to turn towards him and leaning forward to avoid his hands.

“Shhhhh. It’s part of the treatment. This’ll help you relax.”

She sat up and straightened her back. Watching out for her slightest movement, he kneaded her shoulders with his thumbs, using them to rub circles into her clavicles and the base of her neck. When he felt her relax a little, he moved his thumbs up along the column of her neck, under her hair – up and down, pressing into the flesh below her hairline, pulling his thumbs apart and together in a slow deliberate rhythm. Soon he felt the tension go out of her, slowly, like air softly breathing out of a balloon.

“There now,” he said, and turned to the kitchen counter. He fished out another mug from the cupboard, spooned some tea into the mug, and poured the kettle water over the dark leaves. He fished a small packet from his jacket and poured the contents into the cup, then stirred the whole with the beat-up spoon.

“Here, Maddie. Have this. It’ll make you feel a whole mite better.”

He sat down again, pulling his chair closer to her stool, enough that Ankara Travesti he could reach over and make slow circles on her back, at first staying near her shoulder blades, then moving lower. As he stroked her lower back he pulled the fabric of her shirt slowly up, little by little, without her even seeming to notice, until her shirt was no longer tucked inside the waistband of her apron and skirt.

She took another sip of the steaming cup of tea, rolling the warm sweet liquid around her mouth while staring out the window. The shadows had shifted on the ground.

“I should get on with things,” she said, but the slow, long strokes on her lower back had her leaning into his hands and closing her eyes.

He kept it up, with strong solid fingers, murmuring little things, like, “There’s no shame in sittin’ down a bit, taking a load off yer feet.”

Stroking her back, he pulled the shirt upwards a little more each time, revealing a couple of inches of her skin, a mole to the right of her spine. He let his fingers stray onto her naked skin, enjoying the smoothness of it. Enjoying the way it shivered.

“May I?” Not waiting for her answer, he pulled his chair directly behind her, and continued rubbing her back. With his fingers pointing downwards, he swept up, pulling on her shirt again, letting her get familiar with the sensation of air and his calloused fingers on her back. This was essential – he knew from experience, if he didn’t take it slow here, she would get skittish and pull away.

To distract himself, he looked around the small kitchen, taking in the roughly painted pine sideboard, the shelves above it holding a stack of clean plates and mugs. Most were chipped. On the sideboard was a metal rack holding a pie, a couple of slices missing. Rudely-made kitchen implements, clean save the occasional spot of rust, were hanging on the wall below the shelves. What looked like a cutting board with a loaf of some sort, covered with a kitchen towel, sat next to a butter dish covered with a glass bowl. A water pitcher stood empty in the middle of a tray, a couple of glasses next to it, bottom side up. He could have used a glass of water.

He was feeling her vertebrae now, keeping his fingers light on her back. She hadn’t moved away from him yet and he decided to push a little further. He slid his hands, fingers spread, around the front to her stomach, rounded and smooth, and slowly continued to inch upwards. When the back of his thumbs brushed up against the underside of her breasts, she jerked upwards and clamped her arms against her sides, trapping his hands, but he held them steady.

“Shhhhh, Maddie, it’s OK. It’s all right. It’s all part of the relaxin’, getting you to slow down and breathe. Breathe for me, Maddie.” His voice went lower still, closer to a whisper. She did as he asked. When she quieted and stopped fighting him, he turned his hands upwards, his fingers whispering against the curves of her breasts. His fingers moved to cup their weight, fanning back and forth across and stroking their underside. He knew most women were very sensitive there – if he could do this for a while, this would loosen her up enough to enjoy the pleasure.

He remembered the first time he’d touched a woman, scared and so impatient he was trembling. The thought of it sent his fingers up and over the gentle swell of the breasts he now held, and his fingers brushed their tips sooner than he’d intended. He nearly pulled back but caught himself in time and held still, and only when Maddie sat up straighter, leaning into his hands just slightly, did he let himself run his fingers across her nipples. He took the small nubs, swollen now, between his thumb and second and third fingers and gently rubbed them, enjoying how they swelled even further under his ministrations.

“Feels good, don’t it? Releases all the long day’s hurt, all that tensing you been holdin’ in…”

Maddie arched her chest into his hands and he knew then she would be unlikely to pull back from him. He swept one hand away from her breast down over the swell of her stomach, over the skirt, and ventured down towards the valley that was his ultimate goal. Meanwhile his other hand held her breast entirely in his hand, unapologetically, his thumb moving over the corrugated tip. He pressed into her mound at the same time as he squeezed her nipple, hard, and was rewarded with a moan and a tensing of her torso that pushed her body even more into his hands. He let himself enjoy his own stretching and swelling in his britches but didn’t move except to flex the fingers of both his hands rhythmically, feeling her flesh filling out his hands. He’d once brought a woman to her climax just by doing this as she herself had rubbed herself against him, more and more frantic. But that wouldn’t do today.

He had made this his mission in life, finding neglected women along his travels, plucking their strings like a cello held tightly between his legs. Women that were pale İstanbul Travesti and gray with their labors and the sameness of their days, women nearly withered from looking for a kind gesture from their menfolk and had nearly given up with the futility of the quest. Women resigned to spinning out their days into a shapeless woolen sweater to be worn over three other layers of clothing, hiding their need and their spark underneath the bulk.

They reminded him of his mother as he watched her work herself leaf-thin and brittle. By the end she’d been a wraith of a woman, shrunken and with hardly anything to smile about in her life. He couldn’t remember her ever laughing.

He shook off the memory and turned to concentrating on the woman in front of him. He knew no one ever truly gave up looking for kindness.

“Maddie, massages work much better on naked skin. I need to get underneath all this clothing you got on to touch you properly, to release all your worries.” He knew better than to ask. It worked much better when he told them what to do, almost like a doctor. “Stand up for me,” he said, his voice firm but making sure not to startle her.

He helped her to her feet, shoving the small stool out of the way and pushing his own chair behind him. She stood, docile, waiting for his next move. She looked straight out the window across the small table. White cotton fabric that someone had tried to decorate with some stitching at the bottom was shading the kitchen from the outside. It had been washed so often it was nearly see-through.

He tugged on the bow of her apron, pulled it away and laid it on the table in front of her. Then he bent his knees, folding his frame so he could lay his hands on her calves above her clogs and smoothed them upwards, bunching up her skirt to her waist. He could tell she had nice legs, shapely and not too skinny. When the skirt folds reached the bottom of her buttocks, he stopped and smoothed down her legs, then up again. It surprised him she wore nothing underneath. He moved his hands around and inward, then slid the skirt of her fabric down and upwards again.

“Could you please hold your skirt for me, Maddie?”

He stepped back enough so he could see her, and was startled at the sight of her bottom. He had been about to rub her buttocks, but he’d have to change his plans some. The flesh under her skirt was purplish-blue and scarred, the evidence of a viciously used belt fading but still visible. Good lord, how he hated to see this. Again, memories of his mother intruded – her cries had filled their hovel more than once. He hated the men she’d bring home, their rumpled clothes sweat stained, their breath smelling rank with cigarettes and whiskey, teeth yellowed or worse. They always came towards the end of the month. It wasn’t until he was well into his teens that he realized she must have run out of money to put food on the table that month. Worse were the whispers behind his back when he picked up groceries: “poor Cole, his mother’s no better ‘an a whore.” It had gotten so bad he’d go the twenty miles into Springs, the biggest town within a day’s ride/walk, just to avoid the contempt and the pity that followed him.

He gathered Maddie to his chest and held her for a few moments, more for his benefit than hers. He touched her as gently as he could, so lightly he felt her skin shiver beneath his palms. He moved his hands to the sides where he’d seen fewer marks, and kneaded her gently, soothingly, humming under his breath a melody he’d heard his mother sing.

Maddie held on to the bunched up skirt and let her head loll to one side, but her muscles had clenched up when he’d touched her buttocks. When he spread his hands farther apart, pulling the flesh with them, he saw her back channel opened half an inch or so across rather than the tightly puckered opening he was used to. Startled, he stopped humming and stroking her, and just stared. She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder.

“Maddie, ummm, your husband… you said you’ve tried to have kids?”

She hung her head. “Yes. But… He hates blood, the sight of it. Well, anyway… he likes my…”

She turned away from him but he could tell her mortification by her tone, the tremble in her voice and the red that tinged her cheeks and spread down her neck.

“He likes your backside?”

She nodded. “He… he almost always does it there. Says it’s tighter. He…” She stopped, then started again, as if she had to work to get it out, and blurted: “He calls me a slut ’cause he says my other hole is so big it’s like swimmin’ in a pond. But it ain’t no bigger ‘an Maryann’s or Lindy’s!” She had turned away from him again.

He shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or to scream. “You and your friends, you compared your… um, holes?”

“Well, yes. You know. I think there must be somethin’ wrong with me cause he hates goin’ in there. Says I’m too loose! Maryann says he jus’ got a reed for a dick! It’s wider than a reed for sure, but well, maybe not much wider than two or three put together. Maybe as wide as this,” and she let her right hand drop her skirt, then curled her forefinger until it met the very base of her thumb and showed him her hand over her shoulder.

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I had been divorced a couple of years and had been seeing a married woman for most of that time. When it became apparent that she wanted to stay married, I began looking for other relationships, although I continued to see her.

In those days before the internet, many people met through a telephone connection that was popular in major cities. Women were able to put a three minute recording on the computer for free. Men paid a small fee and were able to place an ad or to listen to (and respond to) the ads placed by women. There was nothing to go on but the information given by the female and the sound of her voice.

I had had one date with a woman who had a fantastic voice. After responding to her ad and leaving her a voice message, she called me. We talked several times before we were actually able to meet. She was a bit embarrassed to tell me where she worked, but it turned out that she worked in the sex industry, answering the 1-900 calls. That fact made me hotter than a Roman candle halfway through its cycle.

When we actually met, she was a very nice lady. However, the reality was so different from my fantasy. How many of the callers would have wanted a refund if they found out that the hot, sexy 6 foot tall, 36-D, 27, 36 blonde was actually a five-footer shaped amazingly like a basketball. It was an enjoyable evening but did not lead to anything more.

One night, I got a callback from the other side of the metro area. After we had talked for about half an hour, I told Nancy, “Look, I’ve GOT to meet you, and I know this is crazy. I lay down early and am in bed, but if it’s not too late for you, I’ll get up, get dressed, and drive to your side of town just to meet you for coffee.”

I was somewhat surprised when she agreed. I dressed and drove across town, a trip that took about an hour. When I arrived at the Waffle House, she was standing outside. The timing was perfect. She had just parked and got out of her car as I was pulling into the lot. I had to drive to the far end of the lot and back into one of the most distant parking spaces due to the number of cars. She was only about five feet tall, with a pleasant face and a body that looked sexy, even beneath her heavy winter coat. I looked down at her attractive face and said, “I have to tell you. Now that I see you, I’m relieved.”

She laughed and said, “Me too.” Once inside, we were shocked to find that every table and every stool were filled. We discussed briefly whether to go elsewhere or whether to get coffee and go to my car. By then, it was nearing 9:30, and in that part of town, there weren’t many places that would be open, at least not places conducive to a conversation being held. We got coffee and moved to my car.

It was early December, and the night was cooling rapidly. As we walked toward my car, our breath condensed before us, creating a mini fog in front of both faces as we walked. Once in the car, we began to tell our stories and to get to know each other.

The temperature continued to drop. I would run the car for a few minutes at a time, but the combination of hot coffee and the moisture from our breath seemed to keep the windows fogged, no matter how much the heater and defroster ran. After ten minutes or so of conversation, I said, “You know, one of the things that’s awkward about this type of meeting is whether or not we’re going to kiss. Do you want to go ahead and kiss and get that awkwardness out of the way?”

She laughed and said, “Sure.” That first kiss was like an orchestrated performance. Our lips met. The lips moved, increasing and decreasing pressure. Our mouths separated for two or three seconds and then rejoined. By the third or fourth kiss, we were tongue kissing, with tongues touching lips and touching tongues. She slid back into the seat in full submission to my kisses. She made both her lips and her body fully available.

Taking a chance, I took the palm of my left hand and let it touch her right breast. The touch was so slight that only the nipple could have felt pressure, but she was totally aware of what I was doing. She continued to kiss passionately and to receive whatever I chose to do and unbuttoned her jacket. I slipped my hand inside her jacket and cupped her breast, squeezing very gently, and then I began running my index finger Travesti back and forth across the nipple. She pushed her head backward and raised her jaw farther, increasing the pressure on my lips. I could feel her breathing increase.

This was the first time we had ever met, but I knew that this lady was hot. The windows were steamed more than ever now, and it wasn’t just the coffee. I began to tug at her sweater, quickly pulling it out from the jeans where she had it tucked. Not only did she not resist, but when I began to move to her back, she also leaned forward to make it easier for me to get the sweater untucked.

I twisted in the seat and slipped my right hand behind her back. With my left hand slipping beneath her sweater and pulling her into my lips, I resumed fondling her left breast. Deftly, my right hand moved upward to the snaps on her bra. I guess I had too much experience in unhooking those things, as the snaps released their hold immediately. Nancy seemed to be kissing me with even more passion than before.

The thought ran through my mind, “My God, girl. Her I am playing with you like I own you, and you’re enjoying every second of it.” Truthfully, though, I was too. Now that the breasts were free, my left hand began to explore the naked flesh. Her breasts were appropriate to her body, maybe even a little fuller than might be expected. They were also firm, not sagging at all, but providing a perfect handful.

As I lightly tweaked the nipple of her right breast, I heard her utter a sound that was half like a moan and half like a protracted, “Mmm.” It was then that I lifted the sweater to expose her breasts. They were firm and perfectly shaped. The fullness I had perceived through touch was verified by sight. The fogged windows provided the perfect screen from any prying eyes, however, our end of the parking lot must have been used by the employees, as no one entered the cars on either side of us. Still, however, the risk and danger of being seen—or worse, caught by an officer—made the encounter even more stimulating.

My mouth immediately went to work on her exposed breasts. Sucking one and tweaking the other, then resuming the kissing, then going to the other breast, I knew that her passion was rising as much as mine was. Two or three times I had to shift my penis because the restriction of my pants was beginning to cause pain. I knew that she saw, and I think it pleased her that she was turning me on to that degree.

I let her sweater drop of its own and resumed the passionate kisses of a few minutes earlier. While still kissing, I slipped my left hand onto her left leg and rubbed along the top of her thigh for a few times before slipping it between her knees. As I massaged her inner thigh just above her knees, she parted her knees slightly to give me more access. I wanted to move immediately to her crotch, but I paced myself, rubbing up and down on the inner thigh, slowly working my way up her leg.

When I reached the top of her leg, I did not practice the gentle rubbing I had used on her nipples, but I deliberately placed my palm against her mound and pushed my fingers solidly against the bottom of her body, covering her entire pussy. I then brought my fingers inward, cupping and pressing into her. After she had become accustomed to my hand being there and pressing, I began to rub back and forth, making sure to provide pressure on her clit. Her lips parted, and she kissed me with even more passion.

Knowing that my right hand is stronger, I shifted in my seat, placing the index and middle fingers of my right hand over her clit and vagina and reaching my left hand beneath my arm and pulling up her sweater again so as to resume massaging her left nipple. I made very rapid up and down movements, mimicking, to the best of my ability, the actions of a vibrator. That lasted about two minutes, and she raised her head up and pulled her arms around. Without a word, she loosened her belt, unbuttoned the single button on her jeans and unzipped them. It was obvious that she wanted my hand inside her jeans.

I complied with her unspoken wishes, and Nancy leaned back, breathing even harder and assuring that the windows would remain frosted. Although I was touching her womanhood and feeling her growing wetness, the jeans tremendously Konya Travesti restricted the movement of my hand. I could barely maneuver to reach her vagina, but I inserted a finger and massaged the g-spot a couple of times. I must have rubbed her and fingered her for a full five minutes when she cried out, “Damn! I can’t take any more of this.”

I thought that was the end of our passion and was sorely disappointed. I removed my hand from the delightful target it had found. To my surprise, however, Nancy did not close her pants and buckle her belt. Instead, she lifted her hips of the seat and grabbed her pants on each side, just behind the midpoint. With a quick tug, she lowered her pants to her knees and opened her knees as far as they would go without actually removing the jeans. That made the situation even more risky, but at that point, we were both thinking with hormones rather than brains.

I know that women nowdays like to be shaved, but back then, everyone went natural, and in the obscurity of the car, the lights from the inside of the Waffle House bathed the inside of the car with ample light for me to see her bush clearly. It wasn’t just the outline that I saw, I could see individual hairs, and that beautiful crop of neatly trimmed pubic hair was incredibly erotic, and even though I wouldn’t have thought it possible, I found myself getting even harder.

I continued to stimulate her receptive womanhood and to play with one nipple until she gasped and grabbed my hand. I suggested a motel, but she said that it wasn’t a good idea. She pulled her still-wet panties onto an even wetter pussy. While she did, I sneaked a sniff of her juices on my finger and thought intensely of how wonderful it would be to be inside her.

Pants again secured, Nancy said to me, “Unzip your pants.” I complied, and she went down on me with the most suction I have ever experienced. As she moved up and down on me, the car began to rock. Unfortunately, my fear of exposure overcame my passion. Given the job I held, I could be terminated on a morals clause if we were caught in this situation. I finally told her that I didn’t think I could do anything because of my fear of being caught by the police, and truthfully, that car couldn’t have been rocking more if I had been parked with a kangaroo on speed.

Our foreplay did not bear fruition until about two and a half weeks later. We arranged to spend the night together in a motel on her side of town. As it was nearing Christmas, I had brought her a luxurious robe. She unwrapped the box and tried the robe on. It fit perfectly. What happened after that might have appeared to be a reward for the gift, but it was a natural followup to the meeting earlier.

Nancy loved sex and enjoyed our every encounter. I was surprised to find, however, that she preferred climaxing during oral sex, rather than traditional sex. I had presumed that no woman who didn’t have to fear pregnancy and was willing to engage in intercourse would prefer to have a man climax in her mouth. Nancy, however, loved the taste of semen. Even though I had had a vasectomy years earlier, I was still driven by the basic male drive to reproduce. I loved every aspect of sex, but I had no greater pleasure than to climax deep inside a woman’s vagina.

One day, Nancy was at my house, and we were in bed. We began to engage in foreplay, and she took me into her mouth. Just like that night at Waffle House, the fact that I was in her mouth excited her, and her breathing became more rapid and shallower. The movement of her head became more rapid. This time, however, I did not pull out of her mouth and seek the willing depths of her wet pussy. I held back as long as I possibly could and told her, “I’m about to cum.” That message excited her, and she pushed me into her mouth farther than ever before. I could feel the back of her throat striking the head of my penis. After I exploded in her mouth, she sucked long and hard before she withdrew her lips from my failing member. There was no need for her to wipe her mouth or to lick her lips. She had swallowed every drop.

She looked up at me and as she peered deep into my eyes, she said sweetly with her cum scented mouth, “Thank you. I know you did that for me.” And it was true. I would have preferred İzmir Travesti by far to have exploded inside her body, sending semen into her vagina, cervix, and even her womb, but I wanted to satisfy HER in exchange for all the times she had satisfied me so intensely.

The only other time I came inside her mouth was on our only trip to a nudist resort. I thought she would be shy, but when the car stopped, she stepped out and started undressing in the parking lot. When I expressed my pleasure and my surprise, she said, “In for an inch, in for a mile.” We lay on a blanket, sunning and drinking moderately for a couple of hours. Then we went up one of the two nature trails.

She told me that she was getting very aroused, but I told her that we couldn’t have sex there because we would get kicked out if we got caught. We went a short distance into the woods on the nature trail and came to a wooden bench. It was cut from a tree trunk and had no back. I placed a towel across it and had her sit down. I sat in front of her, both of us facing the activity area now some distance below us.

As we were both nude, I reached behind my back between her legs and began to finger her clit and to make some insertions inside her. I was in the perfect position to curl my index and middle fingers inside her and to reach her G-spot. In no time at all, she leaned over onto my back, putting her face against me and digging into my shoulders with both hands. I could feel her muscles tremble as the waves of orgasm rolled through her body.

“I wish I could satisfy you,” she said. I knew the risk, but the whole time we had been on the trail, there had been no other traffic. I had her turn around, and I got on the other side of her and straddled the bench. Her job was to make sure no one came down the hill behind me and caught us. My job was to make sure that no one came up the hill and caught us. It’s probably good that no one came, because I’m not sure that either one of use was doing a very good job as guards.

I didn’t have to tell her when the moment was arising. She could tell from the movements of my body, from my breathing, and from my pulling her closer to me. Just as she had done before, she drained me completely, not only bringing me to orgasm but also sucking every drop out of me. This time, she didn’t thank me, but as I withdrew my now limp and useless tool from her mouth, she made a little ceremonial wipe of her lips, and smiling the whole time, said, “That was GOOD.”

The only thing that made the day more memorable was that when we started to leave, I wanted to go wash the sunscreen off. The shower at that facility had two walls. The other two were open air, separated from the outside by two rails about the size of 2×4’s. There was no privacy wall. Since it was a nudist resort, everyone was seeing everyone’s naked body anyway. A little water didn’t seem to be important.

However, as I showered alone, a woman about my age walked into the shower looking for someone else. Just as she came in, and apologized for the intrusion, she spotted him in the distance. However, while I continued to shower, we carried on a conversation for three or four minutes. There’s just something powerfully erotic about having a woman who is a total stranger walk stark naked into the shower with you and start up a conversation while facing you unashamed. As we drove home that afternoon, I was double satisfied with the day.

Nancy told me that she had tremendously enjoyed the nudist resort. She even tried to get her daughter to go there with us, but without success. When she told me that, I almost came in my pants. Both of her daughters were grown and were incredibly beautiful, but since the response from the daughter was negative, I never got to enjoy a mother-daughter outing. Nancy did, however, begin to sunbath nude in her enclosed patio at the back of her apartment. I asked her if the upstairs neighbors on each side couldn’t see her. Her response was, “I don’t care.” She had become a convert to nudism.

In the passing of time, my allergy to cigarette smoke increased, and Nancy noticed that I had trouble when we began kissing. Finally she told me that she couldn’t stop smoking and she knew that the tobacco on her breath and her tongue were causing me to stifle gags. I had tried to cover it, but she noticed. So, although the sex had been wonderful, her addiction and my allergies caused us to go separate ways. Still, I will never forget the sexual adventures and the beautiful body that I enjoyed because of a phone connection.

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This story is a sequel to “Nervousness”, it’s not necessary to read the other one first, but this is their second time together.

The Only Doom That’s Looming…

They had alternating work schedules, as she worked a dayshift at a local department store, and he worked graveyard at a lumberyard. They’d tried to set up dates a few times since their first nervous meeting, but they ended up being hurried affairs with her just getting off work, and needing to get home to help the kids with homework, and with him over-tired from staying up all night and not wanting to sleep for fear of missing their date. Tonight, though, things would be different. They were both kid-free, the kids with respective ex’s, and he had got plenty of sleep. They had decided to make dinner again, but this time at his house.

As he was driving home from the liquor store, having grabbed a couple bottles of wine on an impulse, he was surprised to feel his palms sweaty on the steering wheel, nervous again, at the idea of being close to her, eager and horny and shy like he hadn’t been since high school.

When he pulled into the parking space at his duplex, he was surprised to see her Jeep already there. The door was unlocked, and when he opened it he heard The Horrorpops, her favorite rockabilly group, and at the same time a strong aroma of garlic caught him of guard.

She had on a red gingham shirt, buttoned low to show off her formidable cleavage, and navy blue high waisted hotpants that she’d put red heart-shaped back pockets on, which drew ones eyes inescapably to her curvaceous ass, and red lace she’d sewed around the front pockets. She wore an oversized pearl necklace, which lay over the tattoos on her chest, and highlighted her righteous rack.

Her long red hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, with a bright yellow polka-dotted ribbon tied around it, her bangs were curled, and her lips were painted with her signature red lipstick.

She was rolling out what appeared to be some kind of crust, and she had several piles of chopped vegetables on the counter, which accounted for the garlic scent in the air.

He stood, watching her hips moving to the music as she rolled out the dough. He came up behind her and put his hands on the curve of her hips, and she spun, startled, raising what he suddenly realized was an old 22 bottle.

He laughed, grabbing it from her as she flushed. “Are you really using a beer bottle as a rolling pin?”

“It’s how I roll.” She laughed. “You should buy more kitchen stuff. And you should really lock your door, honey.”

He shrugged. “I forget sometimes. I don’t know a lot of people stupid enough to try and rob me, though.”

“You are QUITE intimidating.” She teased, squeezing his muscled arm. “Criminals must pale when you walk down the street.”

He struck a cocky, Captain Hammer type pose, with an accompanying cheeseball grin, and she laughed. All the previous nervousness had run out of him. Now he was staring down at this woman, this beautiful woman in front of him, who had completely changed his perspective of her in a week. “The only doom that’s looming is me loving you to death.” He sang, somewhat softly, touching Beylikdüzü Escort her cheek.

“So I’ll give you a sec to catch your breath.” She responded, smiling into his eyes. She stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He pulled her body close against him, reveling in the feel of her pressed against his body, the warmth of her.

He ran his tongue against her lips, and she eagerly opened her mouth. Their kiss quickly changed from affectionate to passionate, and he lifted her against his chest.

Laughing a little, and breathing heavily, she broke the kiss. “Did you still want to eat, or no?”

“I am pretty hungry.” He smirked, running his hands down her body to her hips. He easily picked her up and set her on the counter, and she grinned as his hands went to the button on her pants. “don’t waste any time, now, do ya?” She asked him, leaning forward on his shoulders so he could pull her pants down, revealing polka-dotted black lace underwear.

“Can you think of any good reason to?” He asked, pressing a kiss against the pale skin of her bare thigh.

“The pizza dough is going to dry out.” She pointed out and he laughed. She raised an eyebrow at him and handed him the home-canned jar of sauce she had sitting on the table and a spoon.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow back at her, and then started spreading the sauce onto the roughly shaped pizza dough. She set her foot on the counter, spreading her legs wide for him, and opened the drawer beneath her. She pulled out the bottle opener, and pulled the cork out of one of the wine bottles with practiced expertise, and took a swig directly out of the bottle.

She watched him sprinkle cheese over the sauce, and her hand slid into her panties. He pretended not to notice, as her fingers moved beneath her panties, stroking across her labia. He could see the outline of her fingers beneath the sheer fabric, as she played with her piercing, and moistness began to dampen her panties.

He glanced up at her face, and she took another swig off the bottle, winking at him and offering him the wine. “Nice chianti.” She complimented, handing him the straw-wrapped bottle.

“Thanks.” He added garlic and zucchini to the pizza, watching somewhat pointedly as she pulled her panties to the side, offering him a view of her wet pink folds.

She slid her fingers up and down her folds, dipping them inside and staring into his eyes as he drank, watching her closely. He turned and put the pizza in his oven, and turned back around, staring at her and moving closer. He stood almost between her thighs, as she sat on the counter, her foot still propped up. He set one hand on her thigh as she continued dipping her fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Her eyes were hooded with lust, and her lips were pursed in a cherry-red mew. He could smell the sweet smell of her, feel the heat from her skin. He leaned into her, his body pressing against her pussy. She moaned as he kissed her, and then he kissed her cheek, and then her neck. He got down in front of her on his knees, looking at her pussy. She flushed, going to put her leg down, and he put his other hand on her thigh, Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan stopping her, and holding her legs open in front of him. “Rub your clit for me, babe.” He murmured, and she followed his instruction, rubbing her clit in slow circles with two wet fingers.

He leaned closer, licking her around her fingers, and she whimpered. “You taste fucken good.” He mumbled, pushing closer, pushing her fingers out of the way with his face and shoving his tongue roughly against her clit. He held her legs open, as she leaned back against the cupboard, moaning.

“Oh, yeah, honey…” She murmured, as the smell of pizza and pussy grew in the air. She moaned as he pushed three fingers into her, cried out at the contrast of the roughness of his fingers and the softness of his mouth.

He worked his fingers slowly in and out of her wet, tight pussy, licking feverishly at her clit. She gasped, and whimpered, bucking her hips uncontrollably, and her eyes went down to his. Their eyes locked, and she moaned again, at the sweetness of him, at the gentle love and lust and passion that spoke through his eyes. His deep green eyes stayed locked with her vibrant blue ones, and her fingers tangled into his hair, as his hot mouth devoured her.

Her cries got louder, and he allowed her legs to close around him. Her thighs squeezed against his ears, and he loved it, burying his face and mouth into her wet pussy, lathing his tongue against her and shoving another finger hard inside her. They curled against her g-spot with a firm, insistent pressure, and a gush of liquid flowed against his hand. She was moaning, squirming as her pussy was stretched by the thickness and size of his fingers. “Ohgod.. ohgod…” she groaned helplessly, squirming on the counter, as he twisted and pushed, so it was almost uncomfortable, and she half-fell to one side, crying out.

He stood, reaching his arm around her back, so she was cradled back safely against his shoulder, and slowly worked his fingers deeper into her tight, tight pussy, kissing her face and whispering comforting words to her, as she clutched at him desperately. “Are you alright?” He asked tenderly. “You want more?” he circled his thumb on her clit, and she whimpered.

“I don’t know… god, fuck…” she gasped, and as another orgasm gripped her, he added his thumb, pushing his hand firmly yet gently into her.

As The Horrorpops sang, “My fist, in the middle of your face!” His fist was pushed into the middle of her soul, and she began to sob, and flail, in a paroxysm of ecstasy, so that he had to hold her more tightly, wrestling himself free of the kicking, squeezing trap of her beautiful legs, and pull her body against him. He turned his fist inside her, stunned by her beauty, and the feel of her tight pussy squeezing his hand. He couldn’t even open his fingers, and the seal around his wrist was tight, though constantly leaking her juices.

He was worried she was going to hurt herself, and so he carried her tenderly to the bedroom, as she hung around his neck, pressing desperate kisses against his skin, moaning so sweetly in his ear as he turned and pushed his fist inside her Esenyurt Escort snug warmth. He lay her back on his bed and continued fisting her as he unbuttoned her shirt. She was squirming, moaning, her eyes closed tightly. Her bra had a convenient front-clip, and he unsnapped it easily, freeing her soft, glorious breasts. Her eyes fluttered open, and she reached for the hem of his shirt as well. He smiled, pulling his shirt off, and her small hands went immediately to his chest and shoulders, squeezing rhythmically at his tight muscles. He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, and she wrapped herself around him, her lips sucking on his, her arms twining around his neck, and her feet pressed into his bare back.

He carefully pulled his hand free, and she yelped softly, as he extricated himself from her limbs, smiling at her as he unbuckled and pushed his jeans off his hips and to the floor where he kicked them aside.

He stroked his cock a couple times, bringing it to full attention, and she managed to give his cockhead a couple quick, eager licks, before he spun her around and sank his hard, hot cock deep inside her snug, swollen pussy.

A deep moan escaped her as she buried her face into his comforter. “Oh, fuck, babe…” He growled. “I can’t believe how tight your cunt is.” He pressed his face against her tanned, tattooed back. “you feel fucken awesome…”

He climbed up on the bed behind her, holding her closely as he sank his heavy cock into her over, and over. He kissed the back of her neck, and squeezed her tits, as she tried to raise herself up on her hands, rocking back against him, her back arching, her pussy gripping him tightly. His body was warm and heavy on her back, and she loved the closeness of him, reveled in him, her mind racing with words she could barely form, and she pressed her face against his mattress, trying to whisper what she wanted.

He saw her lips moving and whispered. “Out loud, baby girl, let me hear you. What do you want, baby?”

“Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme…” she whimpered breathlessly, and he grinned, getting up on his knees and shoving himself deep deep inside of her. He reached around so he could rub her clit, and rubbed his thumb through her pussy juices, before pushing it firmly against her tight asshole. The overwhelming sensations pushed her over the edge of another orgasm, and he groaned, pulling her close and burying his cock up to the hilt in her spasming pussy. It spasmed and jerked, sucking and clenching around his cock, as he groaned loud, emptying a large load of semen inside of her. She felt the sudden rush of heat, as he dropped his forehead against her shoulder, growling and biting at her skin as he thrust his hips against hers.

He collapsed, crushing her against the bed for a moment and then rolling off, pulling her close, as she trembled and moaned. “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing her lips tenderly. His lips were soft and warm, and she nuzzled against him, curling against his chest and letting him cradle her sweetly to him.

“More than okay.” She whispered against his freckled skin. “I…I didn’t know you could do that.”

He laughed. “Do what?”

“Your hands are huge.” She whispered, still stunned, and somewhat sore.

“Oh, yeah?” He was grinning at her, he couldn’t help it. “Have you never had a good fisting before?”

“Shut up.” She laughed, pressing her face against him still, her body trembling in his arms. “I bet you burnt the pizza…”

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