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La soirée battait son plein. Le piège allait se refermer. J’avais invité une trentaine de personnes dans ma maison de campagne. Officiellement, il s’agissait de fêter mes 36 ans. Mais tout ce qui m’intéressait était Elise, une femme de 41 ans, très sexy. Le genre dont je devinais que, derrière son image de gentille femme mariée, sommeillait une ravissante petite salope. C’est son mari qui m’avait contacté après avoir lu certaines nouvelles publiées sur le net. Après quelques échanges de mails, nous avions décidé ensemble de la meilleure manière de transformer son épouse en parfaite petite salope.

Elise était conforme à la description que son mari m’en avait faite : 1m60, 60 kilos, de beaux yeux verts, cheveux courts, un fessier accueillant moulé dans une robe très sage ne pouvait cacher une belle poitrine. Dès l’instant où je la vis, je me dis que ce serait un régal de la soumettre à mes caprices… Mais plus encore, au moment où je lui fis la bise, je sentis que j’avais bien à faire à une femme épanouie, dont seules quelques barrières morales l’empêchaient encore d’apprécier une sexualité plus marquée. Son mari avait raison. Elle avait passé une bonne partie de la soirée en sa compagnie, il était temps de passer à la seconde phase de notre plan. Me faufilant entre les invités, j’apportais deux coupes de champagne à Karl et Elise. Tout en parlant pour essayer de couvrir la musique, j’observais Elise boire son verre sans imaginer une seconde que j’y avais glissé un puissant désinhibiteur. La musique, la chaleur… Ca allait rapidement faire effet. Cette mixture ne pouvait transformer une nonne en pute, mais si Elise avait bien le potentiel que nous pensions, alors cela suffirait amplement. Après un second verre du même cocktail, il était évident que Elise n’allait pas tarder à en ressentir les effets. C’est à ce moment qu’un complice vint renverser son verre sur la chemise de Karl. Il me laissait son épouse le temps de se nettoyer dans la salle de bains.

Elise se rendit à peine compte de la disparition de son mari. En souriant, j’invitais ma proie à danser. Elle ne songea même pas à refuser, preuve que le produit faisait déjà son effet. Au moment où elle fit un pas vers le centre de la salle, je la vis bursa escort légèrement tituber et je posai ma main autour de sa taille afin de la soutenir. Elle me sourit pour me remercier. Je la serrai un peu plus contre moi sans qu’elle réagisse.

Je m’approchais de son oreille pour lui parler.

– Tout va bien?

Elle ne répondit pas, se contentant de sourire. Je fis un signe à mon complice. Il était temps de passer aux choses sérieuses. Je jetais un regard aux invités. Personne ne s’apercevrait de notre disparition. Je commençais déjà à bander.

Mon complice, Mohammed, referma la porte de la chambre. Nous y étions. Karl m’avait devancé. Tout avait été convenu à l’avance. Il ne devait pas prononcer un mot, l’appareil photo entre les mains.

Elise était maintenant allongée sur le dos, au milieu du lit, les yeux mi-clos, complètement détendue, à notre merci. Je m’allongeai près d’elle, lui immobilisai les poignets au dessus de la tête. De ma main droite, je commençai doucement à déboutonner son chemisier.

Un bouton.

Un autre.

Sa grosse poitrine semblait tendue à l’extrême. Elise poussa un léger gémissement au moment où j’ouvrais un troisième bouton.

Encore un autre.

En regardant son mari, j’écartais les pans de son chemisier. Karl bandait dans son pantalon. Il était comme hypnotisé. Comme convenu, il restait immobile. Je laissai glisser ma main sur les seins d’Elise dont la respiration s’accélérait.

D’elle-même, elle écartait légèrement les jambes, emprisonnée dans sa jupe. Je mouillai deux doigts et les passait sous son soutien gorge à la recherche de ses tétons. Je le sentais s’ériger sous ma caresse tandis qu’elle poussait un nouveau soupir.

Je fis un signe à Mohammed. Il m’aida à remonter sa jupe. Nous pouvions tous voir son slip blanc. J’étais complètement allongé à coté d’elle, mon visage près du sien, lui maintenant les poignets au dessus de sa tête.

– Alors, comment tu te sens Elise?

Elle ne répondit pas, se contentant de sourire. Je passais ma main sous sa culotte.

– Elle se rase, confirmai-je à Mohammed.

Je regardai son visage tout en passant deux doigts le long de sa fente. Le sourire de son visage disparut.

Mes görükle escort doigt allaient et venaient le long de son sexe, s’amusant à glisser près de son clitoris, tout en prenant bien soin de ne pas la pénétrer. Une caresse toute juste insistante dont Karl ne manquait rien. La respiration d’Elise se faisait de plus en plus marquée.

– Alors ma petite salope, tu aimes ce que je te fais?

Elle ne répondit pas, mais fit un « oui » de la tête.

– Tu veux que j’enfonce mes doigts dans ta chatte?

Je fixais son visage. Elle était partagée entre plusieurs sensations. S’abandonner complètement, chercher à qui appartenait cette voix. Karl fixait la bosse que faisaient mes doigts sous la culotte blanche.

J’approchais mon visage du sien tout en insistant un peu plus. Mes deux doigts restaient à l’entrée de son sexe, glissant sur une mouille abondante.

– Embrasse-moi.

Elle tourna son visage vers le mien, la bouche entrouverte. Je relâchais ses poignets. Comme je m’y attendais, elle resta dans la même position, sans qu’il soit besoin de la tenir.

Elle posa ses lèvres sur les miennes. J’enfonçais mes deux doigts dans sa chatte, lui arrachant un soupir de satisfaction. J’en profitais pour glisser ma langue dans sa bouche. Sa respiration trahissait tout le plaisir qu’elle prenait. Nos langues se caressaient. Elle ouvrait grand la bouche pour que je puisse m’amuser avec elle. Je voulais que Karl voit à quel point sa femme s’abandonnait rapidement. Mon baiser se fit plus sensuel, tout en la branlant.

– Tu aimes te faire branler?

Je faisais aller et venir mes doigts de plus en plus fort. On pouvait entendre les clapotis de mouille dans toute la pièce. Je continuais à l’embraser, puis reculai légèrement mon visage. Elle restait là, la bouche ouverte, gémissant comme une chienne.

J’adressai un signe à Mohammed qui prit l’appareil photo des mains de Karl et commença à mitrailler.

– Tu aimes ça? insistais-je en continuant de m’enfoncer en elle.

– Oui… fit elle dans un souffle.

Je glissai un troisième doigt dans sa chatte trempée. Mohammed posa l’appareil et lui retira son slip. Karl me voyait maintenant branler sa femme en plein cadre. bursa escort bayan La salope se tortillait sur le lit, son visage éclatant d’un sourire ravi.

– Qu’est-ce que tu voudrais maintenant…?

Je connaissais la réponse à la façon dont elle serrait les cuisses autour de ma main. Nouvelles photos.

Je glissai deux doigts dans la bouche d’Elise qui se mit à les sucer avidement. Elle était prête. Je fis signe à Mohammed qui se déboutonna et me tendit l’appareil photo.

Il s’agenouilla près d’Elise.

– Viens branler ta femme, fis à Karl. Elle va gouter une bonne queue.

Fixant sa femme, il approcha à son tour et entreprit de lui caresser la chatte. Elise gémissait de plus en plus. Mohammed approcha son gland du visage d’Elise.

Le moment était intense. Il posa le gland sur les lèvres entrouvertes et d’elle-même, elle tourna la tête pour gober le sexe tendu. Mohammed lui saisit la nuque, histoire de l’aider (la position n’était pas des plus confortables pour elle) et commença à coulisser entre ses lèvres. De mon côté, j’écartais le soutien-gorge et commençais à téter les seins d’Elise, lui procurant une nouvelle sensation électrique.

-Prends bien son visage, fis à Karl. Qu’on voit bien la queue qui lui rentre dans la bouche.

Tandis que Mohammed en profitait pleinement, Karl prit quelques photos supplémentaires.

– Putain, elle me suce bien cette salope.

Mohammed s’enfonça un peu plus dans sa bouche, ce qui lui provoqua un haut le cœur.

– N’oublie pas ce que nous avons convenu. Ne jouis pas en elle.

Il acquiesça. C’était un plaisir que je me réservais… pour plus tard. Et je voulais qu’elle soit pleinement consciente lorsque cet instant-là arriverait. Au moment de jouir, il se retira et éjacula sur le sol. Elle gémissait de plus en plus fort. Elle n’allait pas tarder à jouir. Mohammed prit le relais de Karl, enfonça à son tour trois doigts dans la chatte baveuse. Un nouveau rythme, plus brutal.

C’était comme çà que je voulais qu’elle jouisse. Je positionnais l’appareil en mode vidéo, demandai à Karl de reculer et filmait Elise en train de jouir sous les doigts d’un inconnu arabe.

J’en avais assez. Lorsque Elise reviendrait à elle, elle serait rhabillée, ne se souviendrait de rien… J’adressai un sourire à Karl. La première partie s’était parfaitement déroulée. Elise avait été à la hauteur de ce que nous espérions.

Elle avait un magnifique potentiel.

Et j’étais bien décidé à l’exploiter…

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Ma femme, c’est Stéphanie. Je la connais depuis notre adolescence. Elle habitait le même quartier que moi dans la banlieue de Grenoble. Elle est belle, elle est très belle. Brune aux yeux verts. J’adore! En plus une forte poitrine splendide, bien en hauteur. Un cul à faire rêver les hommes. Toujours bien maquillée, habillée. Le clone de Caroline, mon assistante, mais encore plus belle, plus désirable.

Elle connait tout de moi. Depuis très jeune, le sexe était devenu un jeu. Je connaissais ses fantasmes, elle connaissait les miens. Une grande sexualité avec une grande liberté. Très tôt nous avions connu les clubs échangistes, mais nous préférerions assez rapidement recevoir à la maison…c’était comment dire? Plus chaleureux. De plus comme mon cabinet marchait plutôt pas trop mal, elle était régulièrement récompensée, cadeaux, vêtements, voyages, resto… elle prenait la carte de crédit de la société. Non vraiment bien. Une femme heureuse. A la maison, dans l’intimité de notre grand appartement elle se baladait toujours avec ses lunettes sur le nez, avec une de mes chemises trop grande pour elle, ouverte ou pas suivant le moment, sans rien dessous, de temps en temps accompagnée d’une culotte en dentelle et des chaussures à talons. Prête à me faire plaisir à tout moment. Je lui ai parlé d’Autilia, je luis dis tout, et des autres hier soir au diner, elle souriait pensant déjà comment me faire plaisir. J’ai vraiment de la chance de l’avoir avec moi.

Moi de bon matin, je suis déjà devant mon ordinateur à travailler. Juste vêtu d’un tee shirt, je n’aime pas être tout nu dans l’appartement. Caroline pouvait m’appeler à tout moment. Mais elle savait bien que je n’arrivais qu’à l’agence qu’en début d’après-midi. Les avantages du patron!

A 7h55, on sonna à la porte, Stéphanie en tenue, ouvrit la porte.

– Bonjour.

– Bonjour répondit Autilia. Regardant Stéphanie en petite tenue chemise et culotte…

– Vous êtes Conchita, c’est cela?

– Non, Madame, Autilia

– C’est dommage, je préfère Conchita. Mais ne restez pas devant la porte. Entrez.

– Merci Madame.

– Alors comme cela vous volez des lunettes dans la boutique de mon mari, Conchita?

– Non Autilia, Madame. C’est un malentendu. J’avais besoin d’argent. Je vis seule avec ma fille et j’avais besoin de cet argent. C’était pour moi une façon facile d’en faire en toute discrétion lorsque j’étais seul dans le magasin.

– Et donc mon mari, très gentil avec vous au lieu d’appeler la police, vous a demandé de faire les ménages chez nous?

– C’est cela même, Madame.

– Et il vous a précisé qu’il y aura des choses à faire en plus du ménage?

– Oui, mais je n’ai pas très bien compris ce qu’il voulait dire.

– Ah bon! Chérie? …Conchita n’a pas très bien compris ce que tu voulais dire par en plus des ménages.

– J’arrive, répondis-je.

Vêtu de mon seul teeshirt, mon sexe à l’air, j’arrivais devant les deux femmes. Autilia apercevant mon sexe baissa les yeux rouges de honte.

– Autilia, vous n’allez pas me casser les couilles de bon matin! Ecoutez bien ce que je vais vous dire. Soit vous faites ce que l’on vous demande ma femme et moi. Soit j’appelle la police et avec la vidéo vous serez dans la merde noire. Alors vous avez 2 solutions! oui ou non?

– Je ne sais pas, souffla discrètement Autilia…

– Oui ou non?

– Elle sortit un petit oui de la bouche.

– He ben voilà! répondis-je en retournant au bureau.

– Conchita, je vais vous faire visiter la maison, les horaires de 8 à 19h du Lundi au samedi puis vous partirez à la boutique pour continuer le ménage. Il y aura beaucoup de repassage, bien nettoyer partout, je suis très stricte sur la propreté. Bien retournez au salon, mettez-vous en tenue. Vous pouvez commencer.

Stéphanie, rentrant dans mon bureau avec un grand clin d’œil, et un grand sourire puis compta silencieusement les doigts de sa main, jusqu’à 20 avec son joli sourire. Puis retourna voir Autilia.

Autilia commença à prendre le linge qui était sur le canapé pour commencer le repassage. Elle était habillée comme à la boutique, chaussures plates, blouse et pantalon.

– Conchita, cette quoi cette tenue? questionna Stéphanie

– Pardon Madame?

– cette quoi cette tenue? répéta Stéphanie

– Mais c’est ma tenue pour faire le ménage, Madame.

– Ah oui, ah non, ça ne va pas le faire. Va falloir changer tout cela.

– Comment Madame? questionna Autilia intriguée.

– La tenue ici, pour vous dans l’appartement c’est chaussures talons haut, soutien-gorge et culotte!

– Comment?

– bursa escort Mais t’a rien compris Conchita! Tu n’as pas compris les ordres de mon mari? Allez mets-toi en tenu tout de suite.!!

Stéphanie revint dans mon bureau, en riant silencieusement. Elle mimait Autilia offusquée, en faisant des grands gestes. Elle cria à Autilia

– Conchita, il doit y avoir dans le salon une paire de chaussures à hauts talons à côté de la cheminée. Je pense que nous devons avoir la même taille. Mettez-les s’il vous plait. Et dites-moi quand vous serez prête je vous laisse 2 minutes!

Stéphanie, se rapprocha de moi toujours avec les mêmes mimiques et des grands gestes de la main. Du style oh là là!! Puis elle retourna au salon. Elle découvrit Autilia.

– He bien voila! déjà en tenue! C’est bien Conchita! Regardons cela de plus près. Je vous donnerais un peu d’argent pour acheter des sous-vêtements. Le coton ça ne va pas le faire.

Puis elle tapa sur ses fesses!

– Un bon gros cul de portugaise ça! c’est bien! Fidèle à la réputation.

Puis elle malaxa un bonnet de son soutien-gorge!

– Et des gros nichons aussi. Mon marie adore! Bon tu vas m’écouter maintenant Conchita de mes deux il y a des règles à respecter. Tu resteras dans cette tenue toute la journée. Tous les jours. C’est ton uniforme? Capicé? Tu feras le ménage tout la journée et dès que quelqu’un t’appellera, soit moi soit mon mari et surtout lui en priorité, tu arrêteras ton travail pour venir immédiatement. Si mon mari t’appelle tu sors obligatoirement tes nichons de ton soutien-gorge il adore cela. C’est son truc les nichons. Tu feras ce qu’il te demandera sans rien dire. Bien obéissante.

– Madame, je ne sais pas si je vais pouvoir faire cela, je ne l’ai jamais fait. Je suis honnête, je vais a l’église, je suis veuve, j’élève ma fille comme je peux. S’il vous plait, Madame, répéta Autilia en pleurant.

– Mais on s’en fout! Tu n’avais qu’à pas voler les montures. Tu t’es mis dans la merde alors tu te d’emmerdes! Dernière chance, tu acceptes ou pas?

Quelques secondes passèrent. Autilia toujours en pleurs acquiesça du visage tout doucement.

– A la bonheur! répondit mon épouse. Bienvenue à la maison!

– Je pourrais avoir un café s’il vous plait? criais-je du bout de l’appartement

– Venez avec moi dans la cuisine, je vous montre comment fonctionne la cafetière. Ne vous inquiétez pas cela va bien se passer. Voilà vous mettez la capsule et vous appuyez sur le bouton et vous attendez.

Et pendant que le café commençait à couler…Stéphanie scruta Autilia

– J’adore votre cul Conchita! Il est beau et bien foutu. Vous vous êtes déjà fait enculer?

Autilia attendit quelques secondes avant de répondre et fit un signe de la tête en signalant que non.

– Voilà le café est prêt, vous prenez deux sucrettes dans le tiroir, vous touillez, puis vous l’apportez a Monsieur.

– Bien Madame, répondit Autilia, apeurée.

– Conchita, vous n’oubliez rien? Vos nichons! Vos nichons doivent sortir de votre soutien-gorge pour aller voir Monsieur. Il adore cela! Ah la la!

Autilia, reposa le café et sortit ses gros seins de son soutien-gorge.

– Mieux que cela! Tirez bien dessus, voilà. Comme cela! C’est bien! Frappez à la porte avant d’entrer même si elle est ouverte.

Je travaillais encore sur mon ordinateur quand on frappa à la porte. Autilia était là, en sous-vêtements nichons dehors et café à la main droite.

– Oui?

– Votre café, Monsieur

– Ah merci Autilia, rentrez!

Pendant ce temps je vis Stéphanie dans le couloir qui à l’insu d’Autilia, me faisait des grands gestes en imitant la nouvelle bonne et me précisant avec ses mains qu’elle avait de gros seins puis souleva ses pouces , signe de victoire.

– J’espère qu’il est assez chaud.

– Je vais le gouter Autilia, restez avec moi.

– Monsieur, puis je vous posez une question s’il vous plait?

– Bien sur, je vous en prie…

– Combien de temps devrais-je rester ici à votre service.

– Autant de temps qu’il te faudra pour me rembourser. La somme est importante.

Stéphanie rentra dans le bureau pour revenir cherche son téléphone. Elle se plaça derrière Autilia en profita pour malaxer la poitrine de notre domestique

– Et comment ils vont les nichons de Conchita? Ils te plaisent mon chéri? Tu vas voir, tu vas te plaire ici, on va faire de grandes choses ensemble. Moi je pars en rendez-vous. Tu t’occupes bien de mon mari? D’accord? Tu feras tout ce qu’il te demande? Hein? Je veux qu’il soit heureux. Dès qu’il claque des doigts görükle escort tu accoures? Ok?

– D’accord répondit timidement Autilia.

– Bon je vous laisse, m’informa Stéphanie, j’ai du boulot moi!

– Il est très bon votre café Autilia!

– Merci Monsieur!

– Vous faites combien de tour de poitrine?

– Ma poitrine? Vous, vous me demandez la taille de ma poitrine?…Euh…..95D, Monsieur…c’est de famille, ma grand-mère, ma mère, moi, ma fille. Nous avons toute une grosse poitrine…

– Au fait, quel age a ta fille?

– 23 ans Monsieur

– Elle fait quoi dans la vie?

– Elle est au chomage Monsieur.

– Et elle cherche?

– Oui mais elle ne trouve pas. Il y a beaucoup de pistions et les offres sont rares à Grenoble.

– A ton avis cela lui plairait de travailler a la boutique?

– Oh certainement Monsieur, répondit Autilia, retrouvant le sourire.

– Je vais y réfléchir..

– Merci Monsieur.

– Tu avales quand tu suces?

– Par…Pardon Monsieur, non, s’il vous plait…?

– J’ai horreur de me répéter : Tu avales quand tu suces?

– Mais Monsieur…Non, Je… Je. Je n’aime pas tellement cela…

– Sucer ou avaler?

– Les deux Monsieur!

– Ah merde! Mais tu fais quoi alors?

– Je…Je…Je caresse…

– Tu branles quoi!

– …oui…oui. Mais cela fait longtemps maintenant que je ne l’ai pas fait!

– Approche-toi et montre-moi comment tu branles une bite!

Elle s’approcha de moi, les seins en dehors de son soutien-gorge et de côté elle se pencha, commençant sa caresse avec sa main gauche.

– Mouais, bof! pas terrible Autilia…

– Je suis désolée Monsieur…

– Enlève ton soutien-gorge

Elle se releva dégrafant son soutien-gorge et libérant ainsi deux gros seins bien laiteux aux larges têtons

– Voilà Monsieur

– Mets-toi devant moi et fais-moi la même chose avec tes seins.

– Bien Monsieur.

– Et elle en est ou Conchita? cria Stéphanie rentrant dans le bureau habillée en tailleur.

– Mais pourquoi l’appelles-tu Conchita? lui dis-je en souriant

– Sais pas. cela me plait, cela fait plus salope, je trouve

– Alors Conchita, on branle mon marie avec ses gros nichons de portugaise? tu vas faire jouir mon mec j’espère.? Vas-y ma salope accélère la cadence.

– Tu sais, Stéphanie, elle n’aime ni sucer, ni avaler…alors question de me faire plaisir…

– Mais ce n’est pas vrai? Mais ça ne va pas du tout! Tu ne suces pas les bites ma salope?

– Non Madame, je n’aime pas cela, répondit Autilia.

– Mais cela ne va pas du tout. Mais je pensais que les portugaises étaient poilues et qu’elles suçaient! Comme quoi il y a des certitudes. Attendez 2 minutes. Allo? Sophie? Désolé mais je suis obligé d’annuler notre rdv, j’ai une urgence à la maison. Grave? Oui quand même un peu… On se rappelle? D’accord! Bisous! Bon ça c’est fait! Maintenant, je me déshabille vite faite pour ton apprentissage.

Stéphanie laissa tomber son tailleur de marque, balança la veste puis la jupe par terre, ouvrit son chemisier et laisser apparaitre un soutien-gorge en balconnets gris avec la culotte assortie.

– Bon, j’enlève mon soutien-gorge cela fera duo de salopes en chaleur, pour te rincer l’œil mon amour! Bien arrête de la branler avec tes nichons, il est assez dur comme cela. Je vais me placer derrière toi debout et je te prends les cheveux. Cela t’aidera. Ouvre ta bouche doucement, comme si tu suçais ton pouce. Doucement, laisse rentrer sa bite dans ta bouche, voilà, comme cela. Puis tu essaies de rentrer de plus en plus sa bite dans ta bouche, voilà en cadence. Je vais appuyez sur ta tête pout te donner la cadence. Plus vite. Voilà, plus profond. Vas-y ma salope! Continue! Pense que tu vas éviter la prison grâce à nous! Allez encore plus loin dans ta gorge, vas-y.

Autilia eue un haut le cœur et se laissa vomir sur le parquet!

– He ben ma salope heureusement que tu es là pour faire le ménage! T’as mangé du bacaloa ce matin? Allez on continue. Si tu veux vomir, tu vomis rien à foutre. On continue la pipe salope!

Et Stéphanie obligea Autilia en agrippant ses cheveux à soutenir le rythme en suçant ma bite de plus en plus profondément de de plus en plus vite, son nez touchant mon bas ventre. Les seins de Stéphanie suivant le rythme passant de haut en bas et de droite à gauche.

– Allez on accélère ma salope, sans les mains, ça va mon amour? ta nouvelle salope te plaît? questionna Stéphanie essoufflée, pas faciles les portugaises! mais tu vas voir, on va la former pour être bursa escort bayan la reine des putes! Allleeezzz! On continue! Je veux entendre ta salive!

Autilia était de plus en plus rouge, et moi commençant à avoir des signes d’éjaculations. Stéphanie en profitant pour lui malaxer un sein avec l’autre main.

– Attention ma salope, c’est pour bientôt! Et tu vas tout avaler! Tu verras un peu salé mais ça passe. Attention! Tu avales tout! C’est pour bientôt…

Mon éjaculation arrivant, Stéphanie bloqua radicalement la tête d’Autilia ne lui laissant aucune chance de bouger. Elle ne bougeait plus son nez touchant ma vessie! J’éjaculais entièrement dans a sa bouche! Une longue et grosse ejac.

– Avale! avale salope! encore! Encore! Jusqu’au bout! Encore! Voila! Plus une goutte! Bravo! Bravo!

Autilia retomba par terre, suffoquant, reprenant son souffle avec Stéphanie au-dessus debout les seins ballant et les mains sur ses jambes fière du devoir accompli!

– C’était bien mon amour? Une bonne ejac? Content de tes 2 salopes?

– Parfaitement Mesdames, très fier. Merci beaucoup.

– Allez vient Conchita, on va laisser Monsieur travailler. Avec cette pipe je suis en sueur! Merci! Cela t’a plus au moins?

– Je Je ne sais pas. C’est trop violent pour moi. Je n’aime pas trop.

– T’inquiètes la prochaine fois tu feras cela en douceur. Mon mari adore les pipes! Alors tu as plutôt intérêt de t’habituer. D’accord?

– Je ne sais pas, d’accord, je ne sais pas.

– Bon allez, je vais allez sous la douche.

– D’accord, Madame, moi je vais commencer le repassage.

– Ah non ma salope! après l’effort le réconfort! Tu vas prendre une douche avec moi!

– Mais…

– Y a pas de mais, direction la cabine.

Stéphanie enleva sa culotte ainsi qu’Autilia. Stéphanie rentra la première dans la cabine suivit d’Autilia.

– Salope, prends moi le gant, le gel douche et lave moi le corps délicatement. C’est cela n’hésite pas à en mettre partout, il faut que cela sente bon. Ma chatte n’oublie pas ma chatte.

Vingt minutes après elle se retrouvèrent dans notre chambre, en parure de bains.

– C’est très bien Conchita, bravo. Maintenant mon lait après douche tu m’en mets sur tout le corps.

Stéphanie s’allongea sur le dos toute nue sur le lit.

– Conchita, enlève ton peignoir. Et mets-moi du gel sur le corps. Voilà, n’utilise pas tes mains que tes gros nichons pour l’étaler encore plus délicatement. Voilà. Comme cela. Etale bien avec tes nichons, partout de haut en bas de gauche à droite. Voilà. Pas mal du tout. Maintenant, regarde je vais écarter mes jambes! Tu vois ma chatte? Tu vas la sucer et la lécher!

– Non Madame, s’il vous plait! Je n’ai jamais fait cela avec une femme. Ce n’est pas bien!

– Ta gueule la Portos! Tu vas me lécher la chatte sinon ….

Coincée une fois de plus, Autilia changea sa position afin de de placer son visage devant le sexe de ma femme.

– Et c’est partit ma salope! La langue : l’important c’est la langue! imagine une bite à la place de ta langue! He bien tu l’enfonces! Alors vas-y allez! oui, oui! MMmmmm! J’adore! Tu te débrouilles pas mal du tout ma salope! Dis-moi des choses cochonnes! J’adore cela!

– Heu! je ne sais pas! je n’en connais pas!

– Mais si, dis-moi par exemple! cela vous plait de vous faire lécher par une salope de portugaise? Ma langue de pute vous convient? Madame, j’ai envie de vous lécher votre gros cul! Allez répète!

– cela vous plait de vous faire lécher par une salope de portugaise? Ma langue de pute vous convient? Madame, j’ai envie de vous lécher votre gros cul

– Oui! Oui! j’adore : J’adore, tu vas me faire jouir salope! Continue! Je jooouuuiiiiieeeee! AAAhhhhhh!! Que c’était bon! putain que c’était bon

– Merci Madame!

– Bravo ma salope! bravo! un bon début! Commencez le repassage.

Stéphanie rentra dans mon bureau heureuse et épuisée

– Ca va Chéri? je viens de me faire lécher la chatte. Elle se débrouille très bien!

– Mais aussi pour la pipe c’est un bon début.

– Cela me donne une idée, chérie, aurais tu le numéro de téléphone de Martine et de sa fille?

– Oui bien sûr que vas-tu en faire?

– Leur téléphoner. Une petite idée pour ce week end. Il va pleuvoir Samedi et Dimanche et comme on va se faire chier autant s’amuser…Conchita!

Autilia rentra dans le bureau en sous-vêtements et les seins en dehors de son soutien-gorge.

– Conchita! Ce week end vous vous débrouillez comme vous voulez, mais vous passerez le samedi et dimanche ici à la maison à titre exceptionnel. Vous dormirez ici, également. J’ai prévu une petite fête. Vous serez payé en conséquence.

– Mais que comptes-tu faire exactement?

– Tu me connais? un week end pour toi mon amour! Pour ton plaisir. Qui n’a jamais rêvé d’avoir un harem? Rien que pour toi…

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Before going any further, I recommend you read ‘Hot Sex in Madrid’ if you have not already, before reading this sequel. It sets the scene for what happened next.

After telling you all the florid details of the raucous sex that took place on that searing hot night in Madrid, it seemed inappropriate to then go on to describe what happened between Anne and myself afterwards. What happened between us was so utterly different from the torrid, animalistic fucking of the earlier part of the night. My experience with Ann was so intimate and personal. I was hesitant to divulge the details of that particular episode.

However, several of you have now asked me to continue recounting the event s of that memorable night of explorative sex, and I have decided to share the story of this totally unexpected turn of events with you. I cannot understand why I am so, almost bashful about telling this tale, but perhaps in the telling it will become clearer to me and perhaps to you too.

*

Anne’s soft moan and the feeling of her responsive nipple springing to life, was totally unexpected. I froze, staring up towards the dimly lit ceiling. The sounds of the city drifted languidly through the open window, the heat carrying scents and sounds as it settled on our damp bodies. To be honest I was confused, was she actually reacting to me, or was Juan touching her from the other side?

Suddenly wide awake and senses alert, I felt a slight pressure as her hand tapped gently on my right thigh. Her head turned towards me and as if drawn by a magnet, my head turned to face her. My expression must have been amusing because her face suddenly crumpled into a grin and a long finger came up to “sush” her lips. She rolled her eyes towards the slumbering silhouette of Juan beside her and again pressed her finger to her mouth and gave a quick conspiratorial wink. All of a sudden we were allies, linked not by the shared events of the evening, but by a swift silent pact to keep this between ourselves, whatever ‘this’ was.

As we lay looking at each other in silence, she lifted her finger from her lips with a tiny pursing movement, amounting to a kiss. Her gaze drifted down to my breasts, and very slowly brought that glistening fingertip towards my large brown areola. It seemed to take an age, and in that tiny moment I realised that I was longing for her touch, my own nipples now hugely erect and straining for contact. I couldn’t help gasping as her finger encircled first one nipple then the other. I was acutely aware of Juan and Paco on either side of us, but my very essence was now focused on that gentle straying hand and longing for more. Instinctively sensing my need she spread her hand wide and smoothed it around the whole orb of my heavy breast, taking its weight and squeezing gently. I was transported by the flood of excitement which that soft touch stimulated. Not the grabbing, escort şişli pawing of Juan’s rough hands, but the lightness of her pressure relaxed and excited me at the same time. My body wanted to turn towards her, I was fascinated and desperate to see how it felt to lick and kiss her soft mouth. I was incredulous that I could be feeling so completely turned on by the soft touch of a woman, my curiosity burned almost as much as my newly inflamed pussy. My imagination flew into what else I could explore with my own ravenous mouth, and I was lost.

At that very moment Paco gave a snort and turned to face outwards. I seized the opportunity and motioned her to get up slowly with me. We edged to the bottom of the bed and stifling a giggle, crept out of the bedroom and through to the stuffy living room. The heavy smell of Juan’s strong ‘Gitana’ cigarettes lingered in the air, a ghostly reminder of his presence next door.

I inched the creaky door shut, sighing with relief to feel we were in a space where we could be ourselves. The rough machismo of the Spanish men suddenly felt oppressive and somehow sordid. I longed for her soft light touch, and as we stood looking at each other’s nakedness, sensing a complicit understanding borne of two people coming from the same origin. I relaxed and gazed unashamedly at her beautiful body. Although I have always enjoyed the female form, this appraisal was something entirely new for me, and I suspected for her too. I feasted my eyes on her long lean limbs, so shapely and light. Her small firm breasts stood proudly displaying those succulent cherries, floating up and down with each deep breath.

As she moved towards me I noticed the gentle sway of slim hips, pivoting around a gold triangle of soft pubic hair. For a fleeting moment I felt self conscious as she reached her arms out and glided her hands over my hips and round to my bottom. As our bodies came closer together, our breasts were the first point of contact. Both of us shuddered at the touch and I pressed her into my softness, my large tits squashing against her smooth skin. Our mouths found each other and kissed. The softness astounded me. Lips and tongues explored and caressed, passionate but with a sensitivity which I had never experienced before. I was ravenous for more of these sensations.

I led her over to the couch and laid her down, a cushion under her head and her long legs spread languorously along the length of the rough red seat. I wanted to be all over her body at once, but we were so silent and connected that it seemed inappropriate to rush. I realised that not one word had been spoken, despite the irony that we finally had someone who spoke the same language to communicate with. The channels of communication were wide open and flowing freely without the need for words. My pussy was also flowing freely, lubricating my jutting istanbul eskort clitoris, and clamouring for attention.

I slowly stroked her sweet tits and finally drew her buds into my mouth, thrilling over how deliciously soft and smooth her skin was. Her body flowed and moved, her hands sliding through my tousled hair and over my shoulders as I bent down to suck her breast. Her movements became more urgent and I knew what she needed now. My hand smoothed along the long line of her waist and slipped between her firm thighs. My fingers found glorious wet lips, her whole pussy soft, hot and creamy slick. Knowing how wonderful it feels to have your cunt lapped by an eager lover, I could barely wait to taste her juice and bury myself in that downy pelt.

I shifted her hips round to enable her legs to spread over my shoulders. Taking her tight butt cheeks in my hands, I raised her up, exposing her glistening cunt for me to explore. I nibbled at her labia, my whole mouth and chin smearing in her flowing juices. She tasted vaguely of almonds as well as an oyster flavour which I recognised from my own juices, a sweet musky smell. My tongue lapped and ran around the contours of her cunt lips. It felt like licking soft ice cream, delving into silky folds. I then slid upwards to find an incredible shaft of clit. I could feel its base about 2cm from the tip. My tongue eased along its length and finally sucked gently on the engorged head. Anne couldn’t help letting out a stifled groan as I sucked and kissed her. I was amazed just how similar to sucking a cock this was, but the main delight was yet to come.

I knew from my own experience that I couldn’t bear my clit to be left at this point, so I lubricated my thumb with her juice and massaged her knob while my rigid tongue poked hungrily into her tight vagina. It was such an incredible sensation for me to be filling the hole, instead of being filled by cock. I rode my tongue in and out fucking her as if with a miniature penis. She had become frantic and was writhing about, the cushion now over her mouth trying to drown the gasps and groans escaping from her. Intent on taking her over the edge I withdrew my tongue. I pushed two fingers up her and continued fucking her cunt while I flicked at her clit with my remorseless tongue until she went completely rigid, her legs clasped round my head. I could hear a long low muffled cry from beneath the cushion as I felt her pussy convulsing and streams of slippery creamy cum flowed around my fingers and over my face.

Her body gradually relaxed and she drew my head to rest on her taut belly. Her hands stroked my hair and I heard a whispered “Oh my God.”

“Hmmm…” I responded, not quite ready for words yet. I glowed in the richness of tenderness and passion. I felt magnanimous and complete, but there was also a note of disbelief running through my mind. How escort mecidiyeköy had all of this happened?

As I lay basking in the glow, she gently moved my head aside and stood up. The street light gave her an alabaster glow as she spread a throw on the rather suspect floor. We lay down together, her head resting on my chest. Now that we had the liberty and luxury of time, she started to explore me.

There are rare occasions whilst having sex with a man, when the love making is long, slow and tender. There is usually the very obvious point of focus, namely penetration and copulation, driving the proceedings. As Anne caressed, teased and soothed the generous curves of thighs, belly, hips and breasts there was no urgency, no need to move on to do anything but enjoy the sensations.

After a while we both drifted off to sleep, only to be woken an hour or so later by a cool draft coming from heavy rain fall outside. There were no other covers available, so we ‘spooned’ together to warm each other. Her hands once again roved over the swell of my hips and slid down between my thighs. My genitals pulsed as her thin fingers found my ruby button and toyed with it exquisitely. My buttocks pressed into her groin as she fondled the hot wet folds of my swelling cunt. Groaning, I turned on to my back, hungry for her mouth. Firmly she pressed my thighs apart and slid down to press her lips into my cavernous cunt. Her tongue was incredibly soft as she lapped up my cream. I arched up my hips to thrust my clit into her mouth.

She played me as if I was a musical instrument, she ran up and down my frets, playing two, three chords together with lithe fingers, lips and tongue; she was masterful. I had never known such delightful felatio. Slowly she slid a long finger towards my arse and circled round before slipping the length softly deep inside. The sensations of her tongue rubbing my engorged knob, one finger sliding into my cunt and the final digit fucking my arse sent me toppling over the edge into a wild orgasm making me feel as if I actually left my body and shot out into the thunderous night.

I had imagined that sexual satisfaction could not be achieved without the ultimate action of cock in cunt. There I lay, so sated that I couldn’t move, the sweet instrument of my rapture now stroking my belly and purring in complete fulfilment. I felt as though I had been blind. My god, a whole new realm opened up and I thrilled at the discovery of endless exciting possibilities.

We lay replete, as the rain eased and the room gradually lightened with the impending dawn. Words came quietly between us, little threads of normal communication, whispered thoughts. Sleep overtook us eventually and we slept intertwined until a very surprised Juan lumbered noisily into the room to make the morning coffee.

He told me later, that he was incredibly frustrated that he had been just through the wall and had missed ‘the action’. I say he missed the point. It had been our secret, not a show for the boys. However, I reasoned, now that I had opened Pandora’s Box it might be fun to have them squirm as they watched, but that as they say, is a different story.

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(This more like ‘Sex in the Office’ story, but it was a conversation!)

Hi.

My name is Melvyn and I was wandering if you could help me. I’m 24 yo and I’ve never been with an older woman. Now I want one. Problem is, I’m not sure how to go at her. She’s 57 and has a boyfriend, but I’m pretty sure she’s sex deprived. How should I get the ball rolling?

Hi Melvyn.

Is this lady aware of your interest? How close are the two of you? Do you discuss things – or is the lady just someone you fancy from afar?
Sarah.

Thanks Sarah.

I’m not sure if she’s aware. I haven’t said anything to her. We are pretty close – we discuss our family problems with each other. So where do I take it from here? Also. I’ve accidentally touched her before. Like on her lower back or her thigh and she didn’t really say anything. But I think I heard her take a deep breath when I did this. Also I love your stories on Literotica. I’m sure you hear that a lot but I appreciate the detail you put in.

Melvyn.

Well Melvyn,

It looks as though you might be in with a chance. Next time you give her a quick kiss, hold on a bit longer and give her bottom a quick squeeze. Flatter her by telling her what a great body she has. If you can bring up the subject of sex, and turn the discussion round to suggesting that she reads some of my stories on Literotica to read how other people look for advice. Suggest she sends me a feedback. Then I can tell her that she has an admirer, and find out how she feels about letting you touch her.

If you can, let her feel your erection pressing against her during a hug, that usually starts things off. If she’s game, she won’t be able to resist putting her hand over it. Encouraging. But don’t push it to hard. Let it be light-hearted. Tell me how you get on.

Sarah.

Sarah,

Thanks for getting back to me. I’m so nervous I feel like I’m in high school again. It won’t be hard to press my erection into her because we work together and my cock is usually hard all day. I hope I can summon the courage. I’m sorry to keep bugging you but I have a couple questions. One. Do all older women really crave younger sex partners. And two, if they do, why is that. Again sorry to keep bugging you but like I said, I’ve never really considered older women till now.

Melvyn.

Hi Melvyn.

Well, not ALL women crave younger men, I suppose, but many do because they realise they’re not young any more, and a younger guy makes them feel wanted again, and attractive, as they used to when they were in their youth! It’s a great feeling to know that you are wanted sexually by a young man. Particularly where the sex at home is not especially good. Let her know how you feel – just hint and keep it light hearted. And how attractive she is, etc.

Sarah

Ok Sarah.

So, big news!! This morning she was bent over picking something up and my cock was immediately hard. So I decided to squeeze by her and pressed my hard cock into her ass between her cheeks. I paused for a moment, said excuse me and went on my way. So far nothing else has happened, but she seems to be very happy today. So is this a good thing? I really wanna just take her in the back and rip her clothes off.

Melvyn

Sounds ok to me Melvyn.

As long as you’re not going to be accused of sexual harassment – you need to get into some sexy chat with her. Ask her about her sex life – if she’s into erotica – tell her what a very attractive figure she has. Try to touch her bottom etc…

Sarah

Hi Sarah,

Don’t think I have to worry about sexual harassment lol. But I have some more juicy details. She wore a skirt today. It’s a long skirt but still sexy. Anyway I took your advice and told her how nice she looked in it and complimented her on hair. Anyway, then, when she was in taksim escort the back, I went back to see if she needed help and she was on a step ladder. I walked up and touched her bare leg. She stepped down and my hand slid up to find her bare bottom!! No underwear!!! She let me feel her up for a minute and then we parted ways. My Dick is still hard and that was over two hours ago. Hopefully more to follow.

Melvyn

Well Melvyn,

You’re there. You only have to find the opportunity and place and I guess you’ll be welcome to fuck her. Having felt her wet hairy pussy, the next step is to have her feel your cock. Can you fix that?? Can’t wait for the next instalment!

Sarah (What’s her name, by the way?)

OMG Sarah,

My cock has been constantly hard since yesterday. I have masturbated like seven times. Anyway. Her name is Celia. She is about 5’8″ and 160 lbs. Tan with the ass of someone 30 years her junior. Her pussy was sopping wet yesterday and running down her leg. She’s not here at work today though. But cum Monday I should have more to tell you.

Melvyn.

Mmmm Melvyn,

So Celia is a dribbler?? Juices running down her thigh? Mmmm. Tasty! Very horny lady. And seven ejaculations from you! Wow! All that sperm going to waste!! Can’t wait to hear what happens on Monday.

Sarah

Hi Sarah.

I will be on my way to work shortly. I hope to be fucking Celia before lunch time. I will let you know how it goes.

Melvyn.

(The next email was from Celia herself.)

Hi Sarah,

My name is Celia. Melvyn wanted me to email you and let you know a few things. First thank you for guiding him the last week or two. I wasn’t so sure about this when it all started happening because he is the same age as my son, but I’m very happy that it did happen.

Anyway this morning I knew he would come into work early so I got here shortly after he did. He was in the back in his office so I went in to say good-morning. I started to walk out and he grabbed my hand. He apologized for acting the way he did last week, and I assured him that that wasn’t necessary. He then stood up and hugged me and I felt his erection pushing into my stomach. It felt very large so I just grabbed it.

I kept thinking to myself, this guy is my sons age but that also kept turning me on and I became very wet. He started kissing my neck and my collar bone and I knew I needed his cock. He picked me up by my ass and set me on his desk and removed my dress. I was too busy undoing his belt and removing his slacks to even realize I was sitting there completely naked. When I finally got his cock in my hand, oh my goodness, it so magnificent. It was at least 9″ long and I couldn’t even get even get my fingers around it. I told him I didn’t think it would fit but I would love to suck on it. I love sucking cock.

I started licking the underside up to his huge head. I finally started working it in and out of my mouth and working my hand in as well. It wasn’t no time ’til he was saying he was gonna cum – I just kept sucking. The first spurt went right down my throat and I almost gagged but I finished him off. God he tasted so good. I’m fingering myself again right now just thinking about it.

After he came, he was a gentlemen and started returning the favor. He started licking my already wet pussy. He was working his tongue in and out of my pussy and twirling his tongue around my clit. He started licking my ass and drove me wild. I started cumming and my orgasm was earth shattering. I started begging him for his dick. He stood up and spread my legs apart. Melvyn is a bug guy with very strong arms. He came in between my legs and felt the head touch my lips. He started working the head in and when he entered me I came again.

He started slowly working istanbul eskort his way into me and after a few minutes he was all the way in. My pussy was stretched to the max. He started picking up pace and soon he had a good rhythm going. I felt another orgasm building up and I loudly moaned for him to fuck me harder. He then put my ankles on his shoulders and grabbed my ass, lifting me up and impaled me on his cock. He was fucking me ferociously. I was screaming and cumming, I felt my juices running in between us. Sarah it was the best lay I ever had. He layed me back on the desk and kept fucking me. A few minutes later he was filling my pussy full of cum.

Afterwards we kissed passionately and cleaned ourselves up and he told me he wanted me to email you what had happened and he wanted me to go into detail so maybe you could read and have your own orgasm. I hope you enjoyed the details of our first encounter. We have discussed it and there will be many more. If you want to email me back just send it to Melvyn with Celia in the subject line and he will let me read it. I would give you mine but I don’t want my boyfriend to find out. He’s a good man but nowhere near a good lover. We hope to hear from you soon.

With Love, Celia.

OMG Melvyn and Celia!

Although I don’t usually advise on adultery, yours is such a wonderful email and experience, I can’t say anything except ‘Wonderful!’ After all, you both know what you’re doing! I’m so glad it worked for you Melvyn. And Celia as well. So Melvyn got his dearest wish – to fuck an older woman, and you in particular Celia. He’s been lusting after you for ages – so you must have something special, apart from a great bottom Melvyn mentioned! And it didn’t need much advice from me, once Celia had encouraged Melvyn’s touches. And that wonderful sensation of feeling your juices running down your thigh on the ladder last week must have been a mind bending experience for Melvyn! That was the clincher for Melvyn. He masturbated all week-end remembering the feel and the taste on his fingers.

And what a fantastic orgasm – or three! I loved your descriptions Celia. Yes, they certainly got me leaking badly! But isn’t fucking in the office in danger of being discovered by others?? Maybe that adds to the excitement. A daily fuck … or maybe more if you can arrange it. Tell me more Celia!

And I do hope your boyfriend still has his sex, even though it pales in comparison to Melvyn’s 9″ cock! OMG Melvyn – what a marvellous weapon. You never told me you had a giant cock! So masturbating as well as fucking now, but with new fantasies to get you horny? Same with Celia. Do you masturbate frequently Celia?
Sarah xx

Hi Sarah,

This is Melvyn. Yesterday was one of the most amazing days of my life. Celia was amazing. And my thoughts about an older woman’s pussy were definitely wrong. It was as tight as an 18 yo and so wet. I didn’t think my cock was gonna fit at first but it did. Her naked body was gorgeous. From her beautiful tits with those dark brown nipples to her gorgeous shaved pussy. It was perfect. We stayed after work together and fucked two more times. She rode my cock till I exploded inside her then she licked and sucked all the juices from my spent cock and balls. You were an awesome coach. Now if I can just get her to let me fuck her ass!!

Melvyn xxx

Hey! Melvyn!

Don’t be greedy. One hole at a time! It’ll cum! Wow! a whole new life for you Melvyn – and Celia as well.

Sarah

But Sarah!

I want that tight little ass. I loved probing it with my tongue yesterday. I want to feel her asshole stretch over my cock. Im not greedy. I’m just a young horny fucker.

Melvyn.

Hi again Sarah,

This is Celia. I’m glad you liked the email of Melvyn’s and my encounter yesterday. My pussy is beşiktaş escort so sore today. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen. The girth of it was almost breathtaking!! We had another great fuck session yesterday afternoon. Sliding up and down on his cock and gripping his huge shoulders.

God I’m getting wet right now. And my favorite part is sucking and licking the cum off that huge fucker he calls a dick. And yes my boyfriend still fucks me but his cock is pretty much pathetic. It might be 5 inches long and not even 2 around. He’s a great man but I don’t think I can stop fucking Melvyn. He is such a stud. He wants to fuck my ass but I don’t know if it will fit. I’m afraid it might hurt me. What do you think

Celia.

Hi Celia.

What a difference a week makes! Getting fucked stupid didn’t enter your mind last week at this time! Let’s hope you don’t get interrupted by the staff! Sore pussy? Well, yes, Melvyn did mention that you were surprisingly tight! But if your partner only has a small dick, perhaps not surprising.

As for anal … well, it’s up to you Celia. If you really want to try, fill it with plenty of vaseline first and just let Melvyn ease it in slowly to stretch the sphincter. But make him promise first, if it gets painful, to ease off straight away – you don’t want to split your bum – very painful!!

I’ve never fancied anal myself, but I do like Heather to finger fuck me there – and tongue fuck of course. But with her long index finger in my bum and her thumb in my vagina, fucking both at the same time, while chewing my clit and labia … mmmm … sure to make me explode to heaven. We get together every week for ‘coffee’ and glorious sex.

Sarah xxx

Hi Sarah,

This is Celia again. Since Melvyn and I started having sex I have wanted to keep trying new things. We have been watching porn with double penetration scenes and I really wanna try it. Id really like to have anal sex with an actual cock. I asked my boyfriend to fuck me in the ass since he has a smaller cock but he wouldn’t, he wont even put a finger in. So how do we get it to where I’ve got two cocks in me? What do we say to another guy to get him to do it? Id really like to have another young guy. Am I a bad person for this? I feel like such a slut sometimes. But I can’t stop fucking Melvyn. Its too good. Just message me back with Celia in the subject line

Well Celia

You’re on your own I’m afraid. I’ve never had a double penetration, nor would I know how to start propositioning guys! You’re certainly not a bad person – just experimental! You could try a courgette in your bum while Melvyn is fucking you!

Sarah

Wow Sarah,

You are one hot lady. I want to thank you again for helping him out. Otherwise, I might have missed out on the best sex of my life. Here’s me.

xoxo Celia

OMG Celia

Now I know what Melvyn meant when he said you had a great bum! And such a delicious pussy. Mmm how I’d like to get my tongue and fingers in there! So glad I could be of help.

Sarah xx

Sarah,

Its Celia. Thank you for the compliments. I have never been with a woman. But I’m open to try. What’s it like? I can’t even describe what it feels like when he has me impaled on his cock. I’ve turned into such a slut for his huge cock. I’d do anything he asked me to do as long as he keeps giving it to me. I LOVE IT!!

xoxo Celia

Hi Celia.

Mmmmm. I’d love to feel you cum in my mouth and hear your moans. I’m just so happy that you and Melvyn have found great sex together – and when you reach the 60s, it’s even greater!!

Sarah

Hi Sarah.

Mmmmm. I would to feel your tongue sucking and licking my pussy till I explode all over that gorgeous face of yours. I wanna lick your clit while Melvyn thrusts his fat cock in and out of your pussy with his big balls slapping your ass. I want you to squirt cum all over my face and in my mouth. Omg I’m so horny right now. I think I’m gonna go in Melvyn’s office and fuck him right now.

Xoxo Celia.

(Two happy people! And Celia in the prime of life. Good for her!)

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After a long week at work, I decided to kick back at a strip club. I decided to go to Centerfold’s which is a little out of my way, but the quality of women they have working there makes it worth the hour drive. Ever since my divorce, I have frequented the club every couple of months. I recognized a few of the dancers, but there was one that I hadn’t seen before and I found absolutely stunning. She was a brunette that I guessed was about 25 years old with a long, tight body. Her legs went on for days and were accentuated by the high heels she wore. She had a tight stomach and breasts that I could guess were about 34c. She had the most beautiful face with big brown eyes. The moment I saw her, I went to the stage she was dancing on. Naturally, there were many horny men gathered around, but I found out her name was Dylan and spent most of the next few hours flirting with her when I could, although most of the time she was off giving private dances to the other men.

After a few hours and several beers, I was ready to head home, but not before I treated myself to a private dance from Dylan. When she was free, I approached her and took her up on her earlier offer of a private dance. Dylan led me back to the private dance area and I took my place in the oversized chair. When the music started up again, she started working her long, slender body over mine, rubbing up close against me. I have had a lot of lap dances, but nothing compared to the one Dylan was giving me. While leaning back to whisper in my ear how much she wanted me and how much she wanted to get me off, her beautiful ass rubbed against my fully erect cock. After the second song, Dylan had me almost ready to explode. We kept going and every time I came close to orgasm, Dylan would slow down and flash me a knowing smile. After the fourth dance, I told her that I would need to go to the ATM to get more cash.

Dylan snuggled up next to me in the oversized chair and whispered in my ear, “I promise when you pay for one more dance, I’ll make sure you cum even if it takes more than one.” She had a mischievous look on her face that I just loved.

“I’ll be right back,” I said as I started to stand up but was held back by Dylan.

“Wait a second, Steve,” she said as she smirked. “You look like a fun guy who is up for a challenge. Please hear me out before you say no. I like knowing that I can get men to do things they never would think they could for me. Have you ever sucked cock before?”

“No,” I quickly answered. “And it’s something that bebek escort I have no desire to do.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear because I want the first cock you suck to be for my enjoyment.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and couldn’t believe that I hadn’t stood up to leave. The seductive look on Dylan’s face and her hands roaming over my body kept me there. I kept listening to her.

“A lot of men leave here so horny after us girls work them up and don’t give them release. I know that there have been a few guys that wait out there and proposition the men coming out of here. In the alley, it is secluded enough that you can blow a guy and not have anyone watch you. It would turn me on so much knowing that you gave a guy a blowjob for $20 just to have another dance with me.”

Dylan rubbed my chest, then down to my cock and purred in my ear. “Will you suck your first cock for me?”

“Yes,” surprisingly came out of my mouth. Then I realized what I had just said, but the look of delight on Dylan’s face made me realize how much I wanted to please her.

“Oh, you’ve made me so happy. You’re going to suck cock for money for me.” Dylan stood up and took my hand. Then she led me to the door. “And just to make sure you’ve earned the $20 you come back with, give me your wallet so you can’t use the ATM.” I instinctively gave her my wallet and then she told the doorman to make sure I get back in.

Before I could completely register what was happening, I was standing outside without my wallet having agreed to suck a stranger’s cock for money for the most beautiful and seductive woman I had ever met. And if I go through with it, she will rub herself on me until I get off. I tried to reason with myself that I could just leave and replace everything in my wallet as if I lost it, then never come back here. But the thought of never coming back, meant I’d never see Dylan again. Would that be worse than actually asking a man for money to suck his cock and going through with it? I looked around and thought that nobody knows who I am here so if I suck one cock, none of my friends will ever know and I will please the most intoxicating woman I have ever met. I mustered up the courage to do it.

I waited a little while and then saw a man walk out alone. I went up to him and made a little small talk as he was walking to his car. Then I asked him if he would give me $20 to give him a blowjob. He told me to get lost and I started questioning what I’ve istanbul eskort agreed to. I did the same with another solo man and got the same result. I decided to give it one more try and if it didn’t work, I’d leave. An older man I saw in the club came out. I went up to him and told him that I really need $20 and would be willing to give him a blowjob for it. Surprisingly to me, he agreed.

While we walked to the alley, he assured me that he’d done this before and has a spot where he knew we wouldn’t be disturbed. He led me to that spot and then placed a hand on my shoulder guiding me down to me knees in front of him. I thought about standing up and running out of there as the older man loosened his belt then slipped his slacks and underpants to his knees. I looked at his cock and imagined Dylan’s voice urging me to suck his cock for her.

I reached up, fondled his balls and started stroking his cock for him. As it started to grow, I moved my mouth to his cock and let it touch my lips for the first time. I kept imagining Dylan’s voice coaxing me to go further as I closed my eyes and took his cock into my mouth. I felt the stranger’s cock continue to grow inside my mouth as I thought about how I like to have my cock sucked. I slowly worked his cock deep into my mouth, my tongue working on his shaft as I felt his hand on the back of my head. He slowly moved his hips, fucking my mouth as I did my best to please him. I tried to keep my thoughts on how sucking this man off would please Dylan when the man held my head tightly and I felt his cock tense up and erupt down my throat. I was strangely pleased with myself that I had not only sucked cock for Dylan but also swallowed this stranger’s cum for her.

I continued to lick the man’s cock clean until he withdrew it from my mouth. He pulled up his slacks and fastened his belt. I was still trying to absorb what I had just done. The stranger took a $20 out of his pocket and handed it to me while I was still on my knees. He looked down on me and said, “I’ll tell Dylan that you were a good cocksucker.” Then he turned around and left.

I then realized that she sent him out to be sucked by me and this made me what her even more. I waited a few minutes, tried to straighten myself up, then returned to the club. The doorman let me in and I was wondering if he knew what Dylan was up to. Stepping inside, I saw Dylan was in the private area grinding on another man. She was in the most public chair in the private area and I took a seat at a table kağıthane escort that had a direct view. A waitress came up to me and asked me if I were Steve. I said that I was and the waitress said that Dylan had reserved this table for us, she gave me my wallet back and handed me a shot of Jack saying Dylan had bought it for me.

While the man she was dancing for was in heaven, Dylan looked over at me. I took the $20 out of my pocket and placed it on the table. Dylan had the biggest grin on her face as she ground harder and harder on the gentleman. I then took the shot and toasted her as I could tell she was bringing him to orgasm. I had a moment to think about what I had just done. I had actually sucked another man’s cock. But the look in her eyes when she saw me back made it worth it. As she led the gentleman away from the private area, they walked past me and Dylan said she would be right back.

When she returned, she was beaming. “Do you know what a big turn on it is for me to know that you would get down on your knees and suck another man’s cock for me?”

“Yes,” I said. “That’s why I did it. I never thought I’d do anything like that, but for you it was worth it.”

“That is so sweet. We are going to have an awful lot of fun together.” Then, Dylan took the empty shot glass in her hand. Her other hand reached up with a used condom. She was careful not to let anyone else see as she drained the contents into the shot glass. “I didn’t get to see you drink cum before, so I had that man fill one up for me. You watched me get him off, now you can drink his cum. Then I’ll get you off.”

I couldn’t believe how nasty Dylan was, but it also turned me on. I figured that I had already swallowed one man’s cum, so I took the shot glass and downed the other man’s cum. When I looked to see her reaction, she was already out of her chair on her way to giving me a big hug. She felt so nice rubbing up against me, and then she took my hand and led me to the private area.

I gave her the $20 I earned from sucking another man’s and she proceeded to start grinding on me. I was in heaven with such a beautiful woman rubbing her body on mine. She started grinding on my cock faster and faster and I lost it. I whispered in her ear that I was going to cum and she went harder and harder.

“It’s been a very fun night thanks to you. I do hope to see you again very soon, cocksucker,” she said as she ground onto me even harder.

My cock exploded, filling my pants with cum and Dylan leapt off me. She slapped my face hard and yelled “You pervert!” The bouncers came over and lifted me up off the chair. With everyone looking there was an obvious stain on my light pants as they escorted me out. I looked back and saw Dylan wave with her mischievous grin. I wanted her more than ever.

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“On behalf of Air Canada, the crew and I would like to welcome you all to Vancouver. The local time is eight in the evening, and it is a reasonable December evening hovering right around zero degrees.”

With the end of the captain’s announcement, the inefficient ritual began with among the passengers, many who seemed to stand all at once in an effort to reclaim their bags from the overhead bins. Then, they all stood, and stood, and remained standing in a long line all the way down the aisle, and waited. As the landing crew worked to get the door open, impatient huffs and puffs could be heard throughout the aircraft.

The next few hours were a total blur for Thomas, who had spent the last six hours on a flight that had left two hours later than it was supposed to. After much catching up with his family and friends, and too many texts on his phone from more who wanted to meet in the coming days while he visited between semesters, Thomas was beat and ready to get some needed rest and relaxation.

It would be a great time to catch up with family over the next few weeks. His sister, Mary, would be joining them back home in another week, as her final exams went unfortunately late into the holiday season. For now it would be the three of them, plus Celine, which was a bit of a special treat for Thomas.

Celine was a friend of the family from years ago. She and her husband, Ted, had played cards with his mother and father, and they had gone to shows and vacationed together when Thomas and Mary were older. It came as a shock to everyone when Ted suffered a heart attack in the middle of a short run, one he took a few times a week. Ted, who had worked out often, who ate well, who did not smoke or drink in excess, dead at only fifty-eight years of age.

Thomas and Mary had both been away studying for finals when that happened two years ago, and their parents had kept it from them so as to spare them any grief during their already stressful time. There was always the option to simply take a deferred exam, but that was something they all wanted to avoid. Ted was the kind of person who never wanted to be a bother, and later on they all joked that travelling back for a funeral would have resulted in his ghost coming back to yell at the kids for wasting their time, instead of finishing their exams.

When finally they told Thomas and Mary, months had gone by. The shock was great, but they seemed to understand. Thomas called Celine by phone and expressed how sorry he was, and she was grateful. This was now the first time that Thomas would be seeing Celine again, since she was going to be staying with them for the holidays while her new apartment was being renovated.

Thomas carried his small carry-on luggage, the only bag he had brought for the short trip, and walked inside with his parents. Once inside, Celine greeted them all in the living room, and beelined right for Thomas to give him a welcome hug back home. Thomas needed to do a double take. He had remembered Celine as rather plain, with an average body, similar to his mother in most respects.

Instead, Celine looked as though she had swapped bodies with someone much younger, and more fit, than she actually was. She wore a pair of simple, black yoga pants, and t-shirt that said “Drink up fellow Grinches, it’s Christmas!”, and quite appropriately, held a glass of wine in one hand. While Thomas’ parents moved to the kitchen to prepare dinner, Celine gave Thomas a big hug, the smell of wine strong on her breath. As she pressed into him, Thomas could hardly believe how great she looked.

“Celine!” he began, awe in his voice, “You look so, so…different now.”

“Oh, well,” she began, stepping back to turn around in a few circles, “I’ve been taking pilates, and swimming, and lots of running. I’ve turned into a bit of an exercise junkie in the last year. What do you think?”

Thomas found himself staring a little too long, which rosy-cheeked Celine had no problem with, laughing and saying, “You’re silence is more than enough!”

Thomas laughed at himself, thinking about how he was never shy around the girls in his dorm and the parties he attended, but Celine had stupefied him.

“You look great, and it’s great to see you,” he finally said, taking off his coat and hanging it in the closet.

“Why thank you,” she replied, “Now, let’s eat. Your flight being delayed has meant I’ve had lots of time to drink wine while waiting for dinner.”

The rest of the evening passed and by the end of meal, Thomas was glad to be back home with his family. It had been too long, even though only four months had passed without seeing them, he missed them.

As the time neared midnight, dinner ended and everyone went to bed. His parents stayed upstairs in the master bedroom, Celine would be staying the guest room on the main floor, while Thomas made his way down to his room in the basement. When his sister came the following week, she too would be in the basement in her room.

Now he sat in the basement rec room, comfortably on the end of the couch while everyone else slept, wearing maslak escort only the workout shorts he had brought for running. He sipped at his cold beer and half paid attention to the TV, watching nothing in particular and flipping channels every so often. The coolness of the basement rec room with the drink in his hand were like heaven after the stressful exam period he had experienced. To keep his mind sharp and focused on his exams, he had spent most of his time either running or working out to alleviate stress, and had ruled out most alcohol. The result was that while only two beers down, Thomas felt a wave of euphoria descend upon him. It was only one in the morning, and yet, back on the east coast, the time was six in the morning, and despite the total lack of sleep, Thomas sat awake and relaxed.

As the show ended, so too did the last drops of his second drink. Stepping up a bit too quick, he stumbled forward off balance, laughing to himself at the lack of coordination and how cheap of a drunk he had become. He stepped out into the hallway and as softly as he could, ascended the stairs into the kitchen. Another drink would be great, he thought, and then he would finally be ready for bed. At least, he would force himself to try and sleep, despite the hours of jetlag he felt.

Climbing the final step and entering the kitchen, the sound of the refrigerator door opening gave Thomas a bit of a start, as the light from inside spilled dimly across the floor. He turned to see not his mother or father there, but Celine, wearing a nightshirt that likely covered her body down to her mid thigh. Thomas found himself frozen, not wanting to make a move and disturb her, as she peered inside the fridge, bent slightly at the waist, causing her nightshirt to creep up the back of her legs. Thomas saw no sign of her panties, and wondered if she wore anything underneath. Her legs were slender and so well toned against the light from inside the fridge.

Not wanting to be caught staring, nor wanting to startle Celine, Thomas stepped back down the carpeted stairs about halfway, still making no sounds, and then resumed upwards, stepping more heavily and announcing his arrival. This time when he reached the top, Celine was standing upright and looking back to the visitor. She flashed him a smile, “Can’t sleep?”

“Jet lag for me. And you?” he said, walking past Celine to place his empty beer bottle in the recycling bin with the others from that evening. Her eyes gave his body a once over, surprised to see how toned the young body was.

“I’m a bit of a night owl actually. On any other night, right about now, I’m usually deep into my writing. So, I thought another in the long line of drinks might calm me down.” She looked to the beer placed into the bin, “Same for you?”

And they chatted for a few minutes there, Thomas leaning back against the counter, still only in his shorts, and she in her nightshirt. He spoke of the stress of exam times, and how nice it was to be home, watching TV in the rec room with a few drinks to accompany him. While he spoke, he was sure he saw her eyes wandering along his body. Or, was it only his imagination, a trick of the little bit of moonlight that came through the windows overtop the kitchen sink. She spoke of her work and how nice it was to be back in the city visiting old friends.

It happened without any thought, not really, when Thomas blurted out, “Would you like to have a drink with me downstairs?”

In the darkness of the kitchen, Celine found herself rather taken aback at the question, yet she responded without thinking as well, “That sounds nice. There are quite a few bottles of wine left in the fridge.” She turned again and opened the fridge door, taking a bottle of rather sweet red wine. She closed the door and saw that Thomas had taken two glasses from the cupboard.

Thomas meanwhile, surprised that Celine had agreed to the think, walked back towards the stairs. She followed quietly, not wanting to wake anyone in the house, even if they were upstairs and there was no chance that would happen. Without a word, the pair descended the stairs and moved down the hall, into the rec room.

As they stepped inside and Thomas closed the door behind them, both felt that it would be fine to speak now, separated by two floors by those who were sleeping, and they did not need to worry about waking anyone up. “I’ll take that,” Thomas said, exchanging the bottle of wine for one of the glasses.

He poured Celine a glass until it was about half full, and then did the same for his own. They each sat on either ends of the three-seater couch. Celine leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs and taking a sit of the wine. She loved sweet things, and sweetness in her wine was her favorite. Thomas sat back down as well, taking the remote into his hand and asking, “In the mood for anything in particular?”

“What were you watching before?” she asked.

“I was sort of flipping through channels. It was the drinks I was enjoying more than anything I was watching.”

“That sounds istanbul escort perfectly nice to me.” she said softly, taking long sips of the wine. Thomas slowly moved through each channel, stopping for a moment to see if it was anything interesting, and moving on after a few moments. Thomas was less than halfway through his first glass when he noticed that Celine had at some point already finished hers. Not wanting to be left behind, he drank deeper of his own glass, trying not to be too obvious in his attempt to keep up.

“Would you like another?” he asked.

“That would be nice, thank you.”

He stood once more and poured her a second glass, filling it about three quarters of the way now, hoping it would be enough so he could keep up, and filled his own only halfway. Sitting back down, he changed the channel a few more times, when Celine said, “Wait, can you go back?”

Thomas did, and on the screen was a man in a rather colorful suit, monologuing about his life, when his car exploded.

“This is one of my favorite movies from when I was younger.”

Thomas did not know what the movie was, nor did he recognize the actors.

“Have you seen this before?” she asked.

Thomas shook his head and looked over to Celine, “No. What is it?”

“It’s Casino with Robert De Niro and Sharon Stone. Ring any bells?”

Again Thomas shook his head, taking a another drink of the wine. Celine kept her gaze focused squarely on the television. She had not seen the film in years, and she took another long sip from her glass as the memories flooded her mind. Thomas meanwhile, had kept his own gaze on Celine, who had not changed positions since she first sat down. She lay back in the seat, legs still crossed, but over time, the nightgown had moved up and up and now gave Thomas a perfect view of her slender, toned leg.

As they watched the movie, Celine explained what had been said in the beginning that Thomas had not heard. It only took a few minutes and Thomas was hooked, losing himself in the movie. At some point once again, the two had finished their glasses, and poured the rest of the bottle to finish it off. After only a few minutes, Celine turned to Thomas and asked, “Would you care for some more wine?”

Thomas was more relaxed in that moment then he had been in months, and he nodded eagerly in agreement. Celine stood up, and perhaps not thinking she was at all tipsy, stumbled slightly in her step towards the door. Thomas watched as her hips swayed from side to side in her nightgown, and wondered if she had on anything underneath.

A minute later she returned with another bottle of the same wine, only this one had not been opened. “Would you mind?” she asked, handing Thomas both the bottle and a corkscrew. She sat back down at the end of the sofa, but now she sat with both her legs up and to the right side. Thomas tried not to stare at her legs, curled up on the couch, meeting the fabric of her nightgown.

Soon they both had full glasses again, and the film went on. From time to time, Thomas stole a glance over at Celine, but they were not often, as he was thoroughly enjoying everything about the film. Thomas did not attempt to keep up with his wine drinking, but it turned out that it was not necessary, for Celine had slowed as well. Eventually the movie came to a close, and as the credits began to roll, Thomas felt invigorated.

“Wow, that was fantastic!”

Celine nodded along as well, “It’s always nice to watch that one. Though I don’t care for some of the violence, I love the way they build up the story.”

Thomas nodded in agreement, long having finished his wine and feeling quite lightheaded. Celine too had finished her wine, having a few glasses more than her companion throughout the movie. Thomas was about to call it a night, thinking it would be the proper thing to do with the movie at its end. Celine however, did not share this idea, taking the remote control in her hand. “Let’s see if there is anything else good on,” she said.

In that moment, fate seemed anxious to intervene, as Celine thought she was pressing the button to bring up the menu of channels, but instead accessed the favorites section of the cable box.

“Oh that’s not what I meant to do,” she said quietly, looking down at the remote to rectify her mistake. She pressed what she assumed would exit the menu, and instead, the channel flipped over one that Thomas did not know his father had ordered. On screen was a rather stunning woman in her thirties with a toned body and long blonde hair, completely naked, sucking one of the largest cocks either of them had ever seen. Both were surprised, and Celine let the remote slip from her fingers and fall to the floor.

Both stood up to grab the remote control, only to see that the batteries had fallen out. Each scrambled to look around and beneath the couch, until finally both were recovered. Celine had sat back down now and watched as Thomas replaced the batteries in the remote, finally hitting the power button, making the image blink away, leaving the room dark. sarıyer escort

Thomas sat back down, and neither said a word. A moment later, Celine laughed softly, and Thomas joined in at the silliness of it all. The moment had passed, and neither was sober enough to feel embarrassed at what had transpired. They spoke again of the film they had seen, and Celine recommended others that Thomas might like to watch, perhaps Goodfellas would be a good next step, which Thomas agreed to, saying that he would find it for tomorrow night.

As the conversation naturally faded away, Thomas thought again of the adult film that had come on, when Celine asked in a low voice, “And, what did you think of that last thing we saw?”

Thomas thought he knew what she was asking, but he was not positive. Celine continued, “It looked pretty nice, don’t you think?”

Thomas nodded in the dark, saying nothing. In a small, unassuming movement, Celine took the remote control once again, hesitating for a moment, before pressing down on the power button once more.

The screen came to life again. The blonde was on her back now, legs spread wide, with the large man and his enormous cock pumping in and out of her. Thomas said nothing, glancing over to Celine, who had placed the remote back on the couch, and leaned back to watch. He did not know what to do, so he did nothing. He simply sat, watching the action on screen.

A few minutes passed by and the couple on screen had switched positions to doggystyle, with the camera front facing the woman, who moaned with each thrust. Thomas could feel himself start to harden, so he shifted a bit in his seat, bringing up his right leg to obscure his growing problem from Celine. She meanwhile had also shifted a few times now, engrossed by the show. Thomas watched as the woman’s breasts moved back and forth with each thrust from behind, and in no time at all, he was rock hard.

Every so often, he stole a glance over at Celine, who still sat and moved every so often, but otherwise was focused on the action on screen. Completely carefree after so many drinks, Thomas decided that this was no time to let a chance slip away. In one smooth motion, he lowered his right leg down and hooked his thumbs into his shorts. He slipped them down and off his legs, letting his manhood stand tall and proud. It was Celine now how glanced over, as Thomas readjusted himself to began slowly stroking his cock, watching the screen intently.

Not to be undone, Celine sat up slightly, crossed her arms, and pulled her nightgown up and over her head. Thomas found himself dumbstruck, staring at a body that was absolutely gorgeous, hidden until now beneath the bagginess of the nightgown. As the arms crossed over and the gown went up, Thomas saw her breasts, somewhat saggy but still perfect, bounce and settle back into their natural position.

Celine sat back as well, comfortable and leaning right into the couch, her right hand working now between her legs. The pair each watched the action on screen, and from time to time stole the occasional glance back towards the other when they thought they could do so unnoticed. Thomas kept his strokes slow and deliberate, shocked still by the events unfolding around him, but not wanting to rush anything. They were in rhythm now, watching the screen, and occasionally each other.

The action on screen had been well ahead of the action here on the couch, and soon the man began to moan, signaling his impending orgasm. The blonde on screen spun around and gripped his cock, trying her best to take it all into her mouth, succeeding only about halfway. The man moaned more intensely as he blew his load deep into the mouth of the blonde. When he finished, the camera closed in on the woman, who opened her mouth to show that she had indeed swallowed every last drop, before fading out into blackness. Right away, the next scene began, with a different couple, fully dressed, kissing on a sofa.

With the hot and heavy action dialed back at the start of the new scene, Thomas and Celine now focused entirely on each other. Thomas gripped his cock and pumped, slowly and with good tempo. Celine, perhaps realizing that she had not been as open as her companion, shifted her weight and straightened out her left leg, giving Thomas a perfect view of her right hand, circling her clit.

The new view had quite the effect on Thomas, who began stroking himself faster now, excited to see a woman bearing herself so completely to him. This in turn made Celine even more excited as well, and she felt herself nearing the edge, rubbing her clit in just the right way until it overtook her.

“Ooohhhhh” she moaned, throwing her head back, her legs tensing slightly, as the orgasm took her. Thomas loved it everything about what he was seeing, and maintained his tempo, wondering what more would come. Celine let her hand drop to the side, her breaths coming back from each deep, long sigh, until returning to normal. She opened her eyes and looked to see Thomas watching her. Her eyes fixated upon his hand and its rhythmic movements up and down, and before she even knew what had come over her, Celine had slipped down onto the floor, and in between his strong legs. She slid her hands up and down his thighs, finally grasping at his shaft, while he let go, and in one swift motion took half of it eagerly into her mouth.

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I made my way from the campsite towards the shower facilities, guided by the solitary bulb which stood sentry over the small tinder block building. The laughter of my three somewhat inebriated buddies grew more faint as I made my way through the darkness of night.

Considering the late hour, I was very much relieved to find the showers unlocked. From past experience I knew many campgrounds would lock the shower buildings after midnight. My watch showed the time to be just before 1:00 a.m. With a satisfied sigh and a feeling of relief I pushed open the heavy outside door.

I was again filled with relief to find the shower facility both clean and empty. With only one shower on each side of the building, one for men and the other for women, I knew that at this late hour I would likely be able to enjoy a nice long, leisurely shower. Quickly I stepped into the stall and stripped, feeling the evening air cool upon my skin. I turned the faucet on, trying to get the temperature as high as possible without scalding myself. In my mind, nothing washes away the day like a nice hot shower.

As the water warmed, I closed the shower curtain and stepped in. The jet-like spray washed over me taking with it the campground grime and the campfire smell one just couldn’t seem to escape. I’ve always enjoyed a hot shower just before bed, none more so than after a busy day at the lake. Somehow it always made me feel warm and cozy and would always send me off to sleep more quickly.

Of course I had another reason for wanting to be alone in the shower and away from the prying eyes of my camp mates. After a quick soaking, I grabbed the soap from my pouch and began lathering up. The sting of the water combined with the cleansing of the soap and brought my weary body back to life, and in so doing, allowed my thoughts to drift back to the many magnificent creatures I had the pleasure of observing down at the beach earlier in the day.

Right on cue, my cock stiffened at the mere thought of all that beautiful female flesh. I began stroking myself slowly, wanting to enjoy the feeling for as long as possible. Again, I was so thankful to find the showers desolate and quiet. Eventually, I leaned back against the cold concrete wall, shut my eyes and began stroking away for all I was worth. The soapy lather grew with each magnificent stroke, eventually forcing that telling squishy sound I had hoped to avoid. The sensations shooting through my body felt so damn good, I couldn’t have helped myself if I tried. Rhythmically, gradually, I was building towards the almighty climax I so desperately ached for.

Suddenly and without warning, and just as I was nearing my eternal bliss, the shower curtain was unceremoniously pulled back, exposing me to an unknown woman, leaving me a quaking mass of embarrassment.

“What the hell is going on in here,” a husky voice bellowed from a striking, willowy lady, many years my elder.

“I, I, I …,” I stammered, unable to put any semblance of a complete sentence together.

“What the hell do you think your doing,” she badgered, her eyes scanning down to the stiff cock in my hand, the lather accenting my misdeed.

“Don’t you know the showers are closed after midnight young man,” she barked in a throaty growl. “I should throw your scrawny ass out of this campground right now mister.”

“God,” I mouthed to myself, “just kill me now.” Thoughts began to flood my head as if a dam had given way up stream somewhere in my skull. What would I tell my buddies? What if this got back to my friends in the city? What if my parents found beyoğlu escort bayan out? What if she calls the police? My life as I knew it had just come to an end. I wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock and die.

“I, I’m sorry Mame,” I sputtered, almost incoherently. “I’m so sorry.” In my ignominy, and even though she must have been at least forty-five or so, I hadn’t realized until just then how stunning she was in her tight blue jeans and denim shirt. Much to my ongoing embarrassment, my raging hard-on continued to protrude through the porous cover of my hands.

“What’s your name young man,” she demanded.

I responded respectfully, “Brandon, Mame. My name is Brandon. I, I..”

“What am I going to do with you Brandon,” she cut me off sharply. “What type of punishment would teach you not to play with yourself in my showers, especially when they are closed.”

“I didn’t realize the showers were closed,” I attempted to wedge in before being abruptly rebuked.

“Hush, son,” she whispered. “I’ll do the speaking from here on out.”

The anger in her face seemed to slowly fade as she began speaking in a much softer voice, repeating to herself, “what should I do with you Brandon, what should I do.” She turned away, giving me a brief sense of relief, only to hear the click of the lock on the door. She turned towards me menacingly, “you know, Brandon, if you’re going to play with yourself in my shower it might prove prudent to lock the door in the future.”

Again I silently admonished myself for my continued stupidity. Why hadn’t I locked the door? Oh god, why? Then it dawned on me that she had just locked the door, bringing a look of bewilderment to my face. What did she have in mind for me? A wicked grin seemed to curl upon her lips. “The way I see it, I pretty much have you by the short curly ones don’t I Brandon,” she seemed to smirk.

“What do you mean,” I stammered, my eyes unable to look up into hers.

“I think my meaning is fairly clear,” she mocked. “You pretty much have to do whatever I ask, don’t you now. That is assuming you want to avoid the embarrassment of having to go back to your campsite and share the sordid little details of what you were up to in here, wouldn’t you?”

Once again my voice faltered, “Yes, Mame, please, please, anything,” I pleaded. At that particular moment I would have indeed done almost anything to get out of what would most surely prove to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what was to come.

“Good then, Brandon, it’s agreed,” she stated nonchalantly. “From tonight on including the rest of the summer, you will be working for me here at the campground, and …”

“But, but I have a job in the city …,” I interrupted.

“Silence, young man.” She slapped me hard across the face, the softness in her face disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. “Do not interrupt me again, or you will be truly sorry.” I nodded my agreement sheepishly. “And,” she continued, “you will serve me in any way I see fit. Do you understand,” she demanded.

I began to open my mouth, wanting to blurt out one of the hundreds of questions floating around in my head, but thought better of it. “Yes, Mame,” is all I could muster.

“Good, then, we have an understanding,” she sneered victoriously. “You will begin first thing in the morning. Report to Mr. Giles at the camp store at 6:00 a.m. sharp. He’ll show you what needs to be done. I won’t mention a word of how we came to this little istanbul escort bayan understanding as long as you do what you are told. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mame,” I offered with resignation in my voice.

“Fine,” she replied. “I’m sure something good might come out of all this for you Brandon. Now be a sweetie and rinse yourself before you shrivel up.” Of course I didn’t catch her double meaning at the time, only realizing later that she meant both, the now ice cold water raining down upon me, as well as my rapidly deflating cock.

My eyes swept over her in a desperate plea for release from the discomfort she was forcing me to endure. I desperately wanted for this encounter to be over.

“Well then,” she seemed to purr, “rinse yourself off.”

Surrendering to her will, I stepped backwards and pivoted towards the wall as the ice cold water shocked my already heightened senses. I was glad for the momentary escape of her gaze, even though I knew she was surely starring at my backside. I took my time rinsing the soap from my tense body, hoping to avoid whatever might come next.

“Let’s go,” she commanded. “Get your butt out of there and let’s get you dried off, shall we.”

My mind swirled in a silent groan. Surely she didn’t think that I needed assistance drying off. After all, I was nearly twenty years old.

“Let’s go mister. I don’t have all night,” her voice seemed to bark at me.

I turned the faucet off in a pathetic feeling of resignation and turned silently towards my fate. As I reached down towards the bench for my bath towel, she snatched it away in a taunting fashion.

“I don’t think so, Brandon, she snapped. “I’ll be taking care of that.”

Her glare was enough to communicate my command. Nervously, I moved closer towards her, trembling, more out of fear than the cool air that wrapped itself around me. She began rubbing me somewhat roughly, beginning with my blonde hair. Next she toweled my broad shoulders, slowly turning me as she did so. She was taking her time, obviously enjoying her position of power. She dried my chest and as the towel moved down over my abdomen she blew softly on my stiffened nipple, and then on the other, chasing that with a soft lick of each. I suddenly realized what she had meant by me serving her in any way that she seemed fit, as dual feelings of excitement and absolute fear gripped my body simultaneously.

She lost all pretense of the towel, letting it fall gently to the floor. In one swift motion, she went to her knees, cupping my balls in one hand and squeezing my ass cheek with the other, her lips trailing kisses down my stomach. This woman obviously knew what she wanted and was wasting no time in getting it. Her beautiful mouth surrounded the head of my penis, bringing it back to its full state of arousal. I shuddered uncontrollably with excitement.

I had had my share of sexual experiences in the past, but nothing came close to the excitement being generated by this serendipitous situation. I felt a whirlwind of emotions from shame to intimidation to excitement to pure unadulterated lust. It was heaven.

My cock disappeared completely into the warmth of her mouth as she sucked me more deeply than I could have imagined possible. She was obviously an expert at this particular activity. My hands clasped her red hair in an attempt to pull myself even more deeply into her grip. She released my balls and slowly began stroking my cock in a rhythmic motion that matched that of her succulent mouth. Just when I thought I had reached the apex merter escort bayan of sensation, she unceremoniously began massaging my buttocks with her free hand.

I stood in amazement, as I looked down at the majestic creature working my cock with a spectacular array of oral maneuvers unlike any I had experienced before. Her thick ruby red lips accented my physical pleasure with an erotic visual display. She seemed to have entered another dimension as her hollowed cheeks sucked me hungrily. Her large breasts pressed tightly against my knees, presenting an exciting view of her very ample cleavage.

Next, she slipped a finger up against my anus, gently pressing against my forbidden opening. I gripped her head even tighter. Slyly, she slipped a finger up my virgin ass, continuing to stroke and suck the life out of me.

I couldn’t believe the feelings that were overpowering me. I never imagined that something could feel so absolutely awesome. I especially never imagined that a straight male like myself could enjoy the penetration she was perpetrating on my young virgin ass.

Gradually, she increased her efforts, with quick hard strokes of my cock and an even more intense fellatio action. Her finger had penetrated my ass completely as it rocketed in and out. I growled with delight as my orgasm began to build.

“Oh yes, baby”, I blurted out, much to my surprise. “Oh fuck, yes.”

My balls seemed to swell as my cock pounded into her luscious mouth. A feeling of euphoria overcame me as I felt my load working its way up to freedom. Again, I growled incoherently and came uncontrollably, shooting my load into her ravenous mouth. Unbelievably, she took my load greedily, swallowing every last drop in a magnificent display of oral lust. The fact that she willingly savored my cum so heartily stimulated me even more. This was a first for me, as in my few previous experiences each of my lovers would withdraw theirs mouths just prior to the moment of release.

She milked me dry, slurping up every last drop of my love juice, her finger deeply imbedded up my ass. The experience dwarfed even my most outlandish dreams of sexual conquest. A whole new world of eroticism seemed to open in that one brief sexual encounter. Slowly, she brought me down to earth, gently continuing to stroke my cock, nipping and sucking at its purple head. A smile seemed to curl upon her lovely lips.

“Mmmmm,” she quipped, “you taste as good as you look, my dear.”

Tenderly, she withdrew her finger from my ass and patted my buttocks lightly. “Well, Brandon, I hope you learned something from this little escapade.”

I smiled dryly, nodding that indeed I had learned a thing or two, as I choked out “yes Mame, I believe I have.”

“Good,” she cooed softly, as she rose to face me. “Let’s let this be the first of many lessons you might enjoy this summer, shall we.” With that, she pressed her lips to mine, starting with a soft peck and gentle slip of her tongue across my burning lips. Gradually, the kiss built into a deep french kiss as her tongue found its way into my mouth, a slight tangy taste of my cum upon her lips. Eagerly I returned the favour, perhaps enjoying the most passionate kiss of my life. We wrapped our arms around each other, entangling ourselves in a rapturous kiss.

“Well, Brandon, this was a most pleasant surprise,” she purred. “I was beginning to worry that I might not find myself the summer help we so desperately need around here.” With that, she turned and left as quickly as she had come, pausing only long enough to shout back at me, “remember now, find Mr. Giles tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m. sharp. I know you won’t disappoint me will you.” The door banged shut behind her.

I smiled broadly, nodding silently to myself, “no Mame, I won’t disappoint you.” A dumb ass grin seemed to spread across my face. This was going to be some hot summer.

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It was a hot party on a hotter night. She sighed and mixed the watery bottom of her margarita with the slurpy straw the host had provided along with his own alcohol-heavy bartending skills. Normally she enjoyed the happy chaos of these parties but tonight she had started out horny and happy and yet the inane chatter of the crowd had started annoying her right around the time bodies started merging two-by-two creating an R-rated Noah’s Ark in every corner and undoubtedly more explicitly around dark corners or empty bedrooms upstairs.

Leaving her drink debris for a moment, she wandered over to another room where her boyfriend was still engaged in some mildly obscene drinking game. They weren’t fighting…exactly…but she thought that maybe he needed the boys-only time more than she needed some naked quality time with him at the moment. Trying not to feel sulky she returned to the little cocktail table where she’d left her drink.

She was surprised to see a younger woman casually removing her stretch-top and lifting her hair to cool her long, elegant and slightly sweaty neck. She had seen this woman on the make-shift dance floor dancing uninhibitedly with a neverending string of partners, each leaving once their own endurance reached an end, or they failed to get lucky in the obvious passes they’d made. She had watched this beautifully in-control hottie casually remove hands from her ass and bare waist and even one from a perky taut breast with a smile and a few short words that seemed to inevitably result in these men deserting her to her erotic solo dance.

The girl didn’t seem to mind dancing alone and in fact, her eyes tended to close to what were probably her favorite songs and she seemed to have danced for the sheer joy of it rather than to attract new partners.

“Hey”. A quizzical amusement seemed the perfect expression for the girl’s slightly triangular face, sharp cheekbones standing out and complimenting slightly thick dark brows and equally dark lashes. “If you’re going to stare, shouldn’t I know your name?” The voice matched the face, amused in that laconic way of a young woman who knows how eye-catching she is and enjoys every second.

Embarrassingly, color rose to her cheeks. “Uh…Rina…you’re Jen, right? I’ve seen you before.”

“Sure. Jen works. Want a shot? My treat.” Rina agreed, surprised that she felt a little off-balance with this remarkably together young woman.

Jen returned with two juice-sized cups, each with a generous measure of some amber liquid she’d procured from somewhere behind the home bar.

“Salud” Jen held up her own glass, eyebrows raised and clearly waiting for Rina to join her.

Rina eyed the glass, filled beyond a standard shot, more like two or three. As her hand reached out for the suspicious vessel, Jen let out a little husky laugh.

“Should I have gotten tequila for body shots? It’s not too late.”

Not knowing how to answer what was undoubtedly a teasing joke, Rina lifted her glass with an over-hearty “Salud” of her own. Rina’s glass was set back down after a gulp that only took it down about half-way. Jen finished hers in three thirsty swallows, setting her own glass down and licking her lips. The scotch was excellent, so smooth that it didn’t cause even the tiniest of stomach lurches and Rina finished her uşak escort own in response to Jen’s mocking brow, lifted once again in question with that quirky talent some people have of independent eyebrow movement.

Fortunately, Rina had swallowed completely before Jen revisited her earlier remark. “So? Since we’re already drinking shots, tequila body shots are out. How about we just fool around?”

“Me? With you — I mean…” Rina was speechless. Intrigued but speechless. “But I’m…like…old enough…”

“To be my older sister? So what. You’re not. I saw you watching me. It made me hot. You think I’m hot, don’t you?”

Rina felt an odd combination of embarrassment and excitement…”I’m…I’m not…I mean I…”

“You’re a virgin? With a girl I mean? That’s so cute. Think about it for a minute. I love how you blush.” Jen leaned deliberately over, her sports bra containing her breasts as they bulged up over the top, forming deep cleavage that Rina couldn’t take her eyes off of. Jen’s knowing laugh and provocative hip wiggle in her skin-tight pants had Rina staring at the table-top, thoughts and feelings swirling through her head although the buzz of good scotch was joining body warmness of another kind.

Jen was back shortly with their even more generous drinks and the toast this time was to “First Times”. Rina felt almost out-of-body as she lifted her glass to clink with Jen’s, splashing a little over the edge of her cup into Jen’s to be rewarded with another husky chuckle and an undeniably sexy smile. The second drink was just as smooth and Rina’s whole body felt warm although the electric tingle she felt when Jen lightly stroked her arm was a warmth of a new type.

Jen tugged her hand and provided calm answers to Rina’s every stammered protest.

Privacy: Bedroom doors lock

Boyfriend: Honey, no man alive would mind

Don’t know each other: Darlin’ I’m not proposing — I just want to enjoy you

The bedroom was clearly a guest room, some tasteful paintings on the wall and a neatly made double bed but no sign of personal ownership. Jen locked the door with an audible click, wiggling her eyebrows at Rina. “Now you’re at my mercy and I’m going to take complete advantage of you.”

The two women were about the same size; both slim and athletic although Jen’s breasts were more lingerie model sized than Rina’s. Rina had never felt that her body was inadequate but when Jen casually stripped off her sports bra and peeled down her pants, kicking off her heels and standing only in sexy black lace panties, Rina’s reservations overwhelmed her and she had taken two steps toward the door before she registered the genuine disappointment on Jen’s beautiful Pixie face. Even Jen’s tone was droopy although her breasts were beautifully attentive, nipples perked and waiting, a little bit lighter than Rina’s own with slightly smaller nipples. Rina wondered what they’d feel like…

“I’m sorry.” Jen was saying soberly. “I thought you wanted me.”

Rina felt horrible. “No — I’m sorry — I do…I mean…I’ve never…well you know…I don’t…” Rina took a deep breath. She was a mature adult. This beautiful young woman had just stripped and offered herself to her…she may not know the rules of the game…but surely since she owned van escort the same body parts she should be able to figure it out…She fumbled with the bottom of her own top…feeling the blush suffuse her whole body…

A beautiful smile lightened Jen’s face and she was touching-distance to Rina in less than a second, lifting her soft shirt up and over her head without words, stroking Rina’s arms as Rina stood, her body trembling and nipples tightening through her normally comfortable bra. Jen’s hands felt so small and soft against her skin, that thought echoed by Jen’s whispered “So soft” as she lowered her mouth to Rina’s neck. Jen was a few inches taller and as she leaned into Rina, the scent of Jen’s skin brought a moan to Rina’s lips and she had to school her hands to stroke Jen’s back lightly, marveling at the silk under her hands, the sinuous play of muscles under her fingers.

Jen brought her lips to Rina’s and Rina stilled for a moment, a bit shocked at the difference, accustomed to rougher skin and male lips. Jen’s lips were mobile, her tongue teasing Rina’s with obvious skill, teasing and licking and exploring until Rina felt lost in these sensations, the arousal familiar but every taste and sensation new and exotic. Jen’s talented hands found the bra clasp and eased Rina’s bra off her arms and down to the floor out of their way, leaning in so that their breasts touched, Jen’s just a bit higher than Rina’s, the smooth rounded skin touching and stroking in such blatant sensuality that Rina gasped and moaned, tipping back her head which gave Jen’s mouth and tongue better access to her neck, trailing down to lick and suck at one breast and then the other, leaving them both heavy and sensitized to the air, tighter than Rina could ever remember them.

Rina surfaced from the sensations as Jen suddenly lifted her head, jerking Rina’s skirt down abruptly and with a little touch of nails down Rina’s hips. Rina’s nipples which had already responded with a great big “Yes” to this new erotica, tightened almost painfully with the little addition of nails and the unexpected clothes removal. Hose and panties joined the discarded skirt and Jen eased Rina over onto the bed, maneuvering them both so that Jen was up on one elbow with Rina on her back. Jen’s breasts were close enough to touch Rina’s arm and there was a brief moment of awkwardness as Rina realized that she didn’t know which part was supposed to go where in this tantalizing dance.

Jen laughed, not a mocking laugh this time but one of discovery, kissing Rina’s lips thoroughly and telling her again how delightful she was. Jen straddled Rina’s waist and somehow the black panties, although undoubtedly sexy, seemed intrusive and wrong. Rina shyly asked Jen if she’d take them off to which Jen responded. “You do it”.

Jen flopped over onto her own back with that unconscious grace some sensual women just have, spreading her legs slightly, restlessly, but not too far to impede the panty-removal-project. Rina sat up and just looked at Jen for a long moment, succumbing to her impulse and stroking those firm breasts, feeling their weight in her hands before skimming her hands down that slender waist to the panties. She hooked the panties and found that her face was rather unexpectedly close to Jen’s body as erzincan escort she pulled the panties down. Rina smelled the slightly sweet exotic scent of Jen’s arousal, delighted and surprised as Jen spread her legs and rolled her hips in response to her appreciation.

When the panties were taken care of, Rina wasn’t quite sure what to do, but Jen decided that by pulling her down on top then rolling so that Jen lay on Rina full length, breast to breast, thigh to thigh. Jen once again straddled Rina and their pussies were touching, not quite grinding yet but both pushing and sliding in little circles. Jen had golden hair that felt smooth and strange against Rina’s shorter coarser hair. Rina strained to somehow push into Jen, wanting…something. Jen’s laugh rippled her nipples up against Rina’s, Rina’s hands went from around Jen’s supple waist to caressing those beautiful breasts between them.

Jen was the teacher now: “Think SENsation not penetration…” Jen rolled her hips so that her pussy made a delicious little circle around Rina’s, rewarded by increased liquid heat that Jen solemnly declared that she’d die if she didn’t taste. Rina’s legs spread of their own volition as Jen worked her way down, long golden hair draping casually along one of Rina’s legs and being moved impatiently out of the way so that Rina could see Jen’s face as she tasted her. Jen snaked her tongue directly for the core, penetrating Rina with a licking caress that was practiced but real — her moan of enjoyment and exclamation at Rina’s taste drowned out by Rina’s rising noise, half moan half-scream at the rush of heat from Jen’s first touch.

The gentleness and restraint and overwhelming softness of the woman between her legs was an entirely different experience from any Rina had enjoyed. She thought of the incredible feeling of her boyfriend’s cock sliding into her slowly or slamming harder and these images were equally as erotic and wanted but that tongue lapping delicately at her pussy was exquisite. Jen looped her arms around Rina’s thighs and leaned in, licking and sucking, swirling her tongue around Rina’s clit and joining a finger with her tongue. At the first penetration of finger and tongue, Rina exploded into a roller-coaster of an orgasm, involuntarily grabbing both hands in Jen’s hair, an action Jen rewarded with even more enthusiastic sucking until Rina’s after-shocks overwhelmed her and she begged Jen to stop.

With a snaky motion Jen slid up Rina’s lightly sweaty body, joining their lips and tongues wordlessly until Rina could taste her own taste on Jen’s mouth, a sweetly salty taste. Jen stroked her hair, long fingers giving Rina rippling shivers that continued the aftershocks in her pulsing body.

“Thank you for letting me be your first time. Maybe next time we’ll do this again…or more…”

Jen turned once at the door after she lithely slithered back into her clothes. “You’re beautiful.” Then she was gone.

Rina lay for long moments until the air cooled her still over-heated body and the slightly ajar door registered. Without embarrassment and more for warmth, she pulled up the folded blanket from the bottom of the bed. She woke from a light contented slumber when her naked boyfriend climbed in with her. Expecting jealousy, Rina quickly told him the whole story, rewarded thoroughly when his slightly-tipsy fondling turned into a very satisfactory and thorough fuck.

In the morning when Rina casually asked the hung-over host about the lissome Jen her curiosity was left unsatisfied as he absently but firmly insisted that there had been nobody named Jen invited to the party…

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Annie Velez strolled past the nondescript club for the third time in the last half hour. It had taken all of her courage for the nineteen-year-old college student to even come this far. According to the information she had been able to get in the chat rooms online, Scarlett’s Rose was probably the best Lesbian Club in the entire city, especially on a Saturday night. Not that she would have anything to be able to make a comparison against, since she hadn’t been in anything like it in her life.

The dark-haired girl had never so much as even kissed another girl, at least not a real kiss, but she had known she was attracted to her own sex since high school days. Too many times she had caught herself checking out the other girls in the showers or locker rooms, or thinking about some of them in the same way that her friends usually talked about guys.

Anne wasn’t a virgin, having lost her virginity in high school. She even had a college boyfriend now. They got along well enough, both socially and sexually. She gave him blowjobs which, while were not high on her list of favorite things, did make him happy. Occasionally, she would let him fuck her as well.

Still, as she got older, she found her thoughts turning to girls more and more. She’d recently logged onto a chat room discussing bisexuality and lesbianism using one of the school library’s computers and learned about Scarlett’s. Thus was born the idea of stopping by there and seeing what it was like.

There were, of course, groups on campus where you could go to discuss lesbianism. In fact, one of the student groups even held a monthly mixer for girls to get together. But as the daughter of a rather conservative father, Annie couldn’t ever see herself attending anything on campus least someone see her and word getting back to her family. There were just too many students who had also attended the same high school. Scarlett’s had the advantage of being all the way downtown, where few of her friends ever went. Also, her theory was that if, God forbid, she ran into someone she actually knew there, they’d be as embarrassed as she was.

“Come on, Annie,” she told herself as she passed the club a fourth time. “It’s not like they’re going to be holding orgies on the dance floor. Besides you’re in college now, isn’t that supposed to be about taking risks and learning new things?”

Taking a deep breath, she made a hard right turn as she passed the door and walked in. Anna quickly reached the door where she showed her sister’s borrowed identification card that attested to the fact that she was two years older than she actually was and was waved inside by a tall brunette who gave her a warm smile as she did. As she passed through the vestibule, the brown-eyed girl found herself asking the question, how do you know they don’t have orgies on the dance floor?

To her relief, she quickly discovered that nothing of the sort was going on. Scarlett’s looked just like it had been described to her, an upscale bar much like the ones she and her friends sometimes crashed on weekends. The only real difference seemed to be that the clientele were all women.

Women, who she became aware of as she headed for the bar, were checking her out. Annie had always been a little self conscious about her looks, even though anyone who knew her said she was being silly. At a hundred and thirty eight pounds, the five foot eight always described herself as being a little chubby but that was hardly the opinion of any of the guys who tried to date her. If she could read the minds of the women around her, those that took the time to look at her would have pretty much the same opinion. The blue dress she was wearing was both short enough to show off her long legs as well as snug enough to leave little of what it did cover to the imagination.

At the bar, she again showed her ID and ordered a beer. The bartender, a woman of course, barely glanced at it before placing a cold bottle and glass in front of her. Annie held out a bill to pay for the drink but the blonde waved it off.

“First one’s on the house, sugar,” the woman who Annie guessed was in her late forties smiled. “and I doubt a cute thing like you will have to buy any of her own after that.”

Annie thanked her with a smile, then after pouring most of the beer into her glass, turned to look out across the club. She was sure that the bartender had been looking down her blouse. A 34B, she sometimes thought herself too small in that area as well, but again, none of the boys seemed to complain.

Taking in the crowd around her, Annie saw women of all sizes and shapes. Every color of the rainbow was represented, a fact that seemed to compliment the multi-colored flag that hung on one wall. She herself was the daughter of a Spanish father and French mother, although physically she took more after her paternal side. There seemed to be a large cross section of ages as well.

There also didn’t seemed to be any activity going on that she wouldn’t have seen in a regular bar. Couples were erzurum escort dancing, sitting at tables drinking and talking, a few were taking a somewhat more personal interest in each other, but no more than any male-female couple might have. There was even a small grouping of people on the sidelines who seemed to be just drinking their beers and checking out the action on the dance floor.

“Buy you a drink?” a woman Annie hadn’t even noticed take the empty stool next to her asked.

Annie was about to politely decline by saying she already had one but as she lifted the bottle to refill her glass, she discovered that she had already drained it. The thirtyish woman didn’t wait for Annie to say no, signaling the bartender with her hand to give both her and the girl another one and put it on her tab.

The bartender, whose nametag Annie now noticed read Connie, put a new bottle and a fresh glass in front of her. On her face was a “see I told you” look.

“My name is Camille,” she said as she refilled her own drink as well.

“I’m Annie.”

“Pretty name for a very pretty girl,” Camille said as she took a sip of her beer.

“Thank you,” Annie replied, copying the older woman’s action and taking a drink. If nothing else, it gave her time to think what to say.

“So what brings you here tonight?” the auburn haired woman asked.

“Oh I just heard about this place and thought I’d check it out?” Annie said, figuring that was a safe enough answer.

Aside from being about ten years older than her, Annie took note that Camille was about two inches shorter as well. She was a petite woman with a slim build and small breasts. Her complexion had a dark Mediterranean look, the result she would learn later of a mixed Spanish/Italian heritage. The older woman also had, Annie decided the most beautiful dark eyes she had ever seen. She was wearing a medium cut red dress that was only slightly longer than Annie’s.

“I try to come here whenever I’m in town,” Camille said. “It’s a great place to unwind and meet interesting people.”

Of course by people, Camille meant women, but Annie figured that out quick enough.

“Are you a student?” Camille asked.

“Why do you ask that?” Annie asked in turn.

“When you ordered your drink, you automatically showed your ID,” Camille explained. “That usually indicates a student, or at least someone who just got over being one.”

“Oh, well I’m in my senior year over at State,” Annie said with conviction.

“Okay,” Camille replied in a tone that said both that she didn’t believe her, nor did she care.

Annie wasn’t sure what to ask in turn so she just concentrated on finishing her drink.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Camille asked.

“No, not right now,” Annie replied, trying to make it sound like this wasn’t her first time doing something like this.

“Boyfriend?” Camille continued.

“Err … yes,” the younger girl answered, figuring that the closer she stayed to the truth the easier it would be to remember later.

“Some girls need a cock now and then, I guess,” Camille said as if she was just making an observation. “I’ve never seen the need for one, or at least for what they come attached to.”

Annie was still trying to figure out what that meant when Camille changed the subject yet again.

“Would you like to dance?” she asked, placing her hand over the one Annie had left resting on the edge of the bar.

Annie paused for a moment as she felt the soft touch of the older woman’s hand as she gently stroked her fingers across the hand beneath her. That simple touch was one of the most erotic things that the college student had ever felt.

“Sure, why not,” she finally said, thinking that this was what she had come here for after all.

“Wonderful,” Camille beamed as she closed her hand around Annie’s and led her out to the center of the dance floor.

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“You are really a great dancer,” Annie said as they stepped off the dance floor.

“You are too,” Camille replied as, still holding the younger woman’s hand, she led her back to the bar.

Annie had danced with other girls countless times, at parties, weddings and numerous other social functions. Still, this time had been different. Camille radiated both sexuality and power as she moved, taking total control of her partner.

Several times in the course of the three songs they had danced to, Camille’s hands had found themselves in places where Annie would’ve slapped a man for touching. Instead, the college student found the taboo touch electrifying. Caught up in the moment, she brushed her own hand against the older woman’s breast, feeling the stiffness of her nipple through her dress. An action that sent an even greater spark between her legs.

“Would you like another drink?” the auburn haired woman asked.

“Sure,” Annie replied, disregarding the fact that two was usually her limit. She knew that beyond that she had a tendency eskişehir escort to get silly.

Connie appeared a moment later, placing their drinks on the bar and exchanging a few quick words with Camille. The look on the bartender’s face as she turned from the older woman and smiled at Annie made the college student wonder what the blonde knew that she didn’t.

“Probably everything,” she answered herself as she picked up her glass and took a long drink.

“Are you having fun?” Camille asked.

“Yes, I am,” Annie answered.

“So did you just come here tonight to dance, or are you looking for something more?” Camille went on, pausing to taste some of her own beer.

“I don’t understand,” Annie said.

“You said that you didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment,” she explained. “I was wondering if you were looking for someone new.”

“Oh, well I guess I’m not actually looking …” Annie started to answer.

“… but you always have your eyes open.” Camille finished for her.

“Something like that, I guess,” Annie said, taking refuge in her drink for the moment.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Camille replied, finishing off her own drink. “A lot of women come here for different reasons. Some just to dance and socialize, others looking for Ms. Right, and some are just looking for someone to go home with for the night.”

“Are you looking for someone to go home with?” Annie asked, surprised at her own boldness in actually asking that.

“Well, I wouldn’t discount the possibility,” she laughed. “Why, are you offering?”

“No, I mean I …” the brunette stammered.

“Relax, Honey,” Camille grinned, “I was only pulling your chain”

Annie let out a soft sigh of relief.

“Look, let’s be honest here,” Camille said, “I think if the truth be told, I’m willing to bet that this is the first time you’ve ever been in a place like this. In fact, I’d be willing to go even further and say not only have you never had a girlfriend before, but also that you’ve never even had any kind of intimacy with another woman at all. Am I wrong?”

Annie’s silence told Camille that she was right on the mark.

“Oh I’m sure you have some curiosity about other women,” the older woman continued, “and you might even have a fantasy or two. Enough to give you the nerve to come here and maybe explore those feelings a little. Have I missed anything?”

Annie wasn’t sure what to say. Camille had read her like an open book. Her face practically turned red with embarrassment.

“I’m really not a senior,” she admitted, “I just started at State.”

“And you thought I’d be more impressed if I thought you were older?” Camille said.

“Yes,”

“Well, now that we’ve set the record straight, no pun intended,” Camille laughed, “Do you think that I would’ve acted any differently toward you if you’d been honest in the first place?”

“I’m not sure,” Annie said.

“Well I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Camille grinned. “There are women who get off on newbies, just like there are men who consider virgins something special. Me, I normally don’t hang around newbies. The things I’m into are a little intense for most of them, and I don’t particularly like the idea of being someone’s gay experience.”

“I’m sorry,” Annie said.

The older woman ignored the apology and just went on speaking.

“But like they say, there’s an exception to every rule,” she said, her grin growing even wider. “I had you pegged as a newbie the minute I saw you. Still, there was something that I liked, otherwise I never would’ve come over and introduced myself.”

A smile now filled Annie’s face as well.

“So now isn’t it better to just be honest,” Camille finished.

“Yes, I guess it is,” the younger girl admitted.

“Now, there’s one more thing that I should tell you,” Camille said, “seeing that we’re now being totally honest. If you were to put a label on me, and I should say that I hate labels but sometimes they save a lot of time, the category that I would fall into would be called dominant. Do you have any idea what that means?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, among other things, it means that I like being in control and I usually take what I want,” Camille said as she moved even closer to Annie.

Even though the older woman was actually smaller than her, Annie felt herself totally intimidated by her nearness. Part of her wanted to run and get out of the bar, admitting that it might’ve been a mistake coming here in the first place. Yet another part, the one that seemed to be in control at the moment, found the situation both exciting and compelling.

“And right now,” the auburn haired woman said as she moved her face to within inches of Annie’s, “what I want is you.”

The lips that pressed against Annie’s were soft, yet firm at the same time. Their wetness carried the taste of the cherry flavored lipstick Camille wore and when the taller girl felt a slight pressure gaziantep escort against her mouth, she opened it and pressed out with her own tongue to meet it.

She felt light-headed, in a way she hadn’t felt since the first time she had kissed a boy for real back in junior high. That comparison quickly faded, however, because there was nothing innocent about this kiss. The press of Camille’s body against her own was totally sexual, her hands again reaching for intimate spots, and this time they remained there until the kiss was done.

“If you want to come home with me,” Camille said as their lips parted, “you’re going to have to be willing to totally surrender yourself. To obey my every command. If you can handle that, then I promise you an experience unlike anything you’ve ever had before. If not, well, we’ll just say we had a nice chat and you can see if you can find someone a little safer to explore your fantasies with.”

The smart move, Annie’s inner voice told her, was to say thanks but no thanks. To take things slow and explore her sexual fantasies a little at a time. After all she had just come here to see what it was like, and after all, she’d had twice her normal limit of drinks and couldn’t trust her judgment. Yes, no was the right answer to give.

“Yes, I want to go home with you,” Annie said, startling herself, but evidently not Camille with her answer.

“There’s a black mustang convertible in the left side of the parking lot out in back,” Camille said, exhibiting no surprise that the younger woman had said yes, “I have to take care of a few things before I leave, I want you to go out to it and wait for me.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Annie said, thinking that was the proper response.

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When Camille had told Annie to wait for her by the car, she thought the older woman would be five, or ten minutes at the most. Thirty-five minutes later, the young brunette was still standing there in the cold. The temperature was just low enough to be uncomfortable and having dressed with style more in mind than comfort, the teenager wasn’t really prepared for it.

Several times she wondered if she should go back into the bar and see what was keeping Camille, and just as many times she wondered if maybe it was all some sort of joke to see just how long she would wait. Yet, even as she tried to keep warm, the idea of disobeying her instructions or just leaving never occurred to her.

A fact, upon later reflection, she found strange because she never really thought of herself as the kind of person to take orders. Somehow, Camille had been able to look inside of her and see a part of her personality that she herself didn’t seem to know existed.

Various women passed her on their way in and out of the club. A few actually pointed in her direction and made comments to each other. And still, Annie remained.

Finally, forty minutes after she had been told to wait by the car, Camille emerged from the club. She was talking with another woman about her age and stopped just out of earshot to finish her conversation. Annie watched as the two of them kissed good-bye, and only then did the older woman come up to her.

“I’m glad to see that you’re still here,” she said as she walked up to the cold girl. “I’m impressed.”

Those simple words made the discomfort of the last three quarters of an hour seem almost worthwhile to Annie.

“I bet you think I kept you waiting out here in the cold so long just to see if you would actually pay attention when I told you to do something,” Camille said, ” and that would be partially true. But there was a more important reason that I did it, at least to me. By my count, you had at least four beers inside, not counting any liquid courage you might have used to get up the nerve to come here in the first place. That alone is enough for me to question your judgment in saying that you knew what you were getting into. So I figured a little time out here would give you a chance to burn some of that out of your system and think about if this was still really something that you wanted to do. There are at least a dozen desirable women in the bar right now who would walk naked out here if I told them I wanted to take them home, so I don’t need to take advantage of a drunk newbie with runaway hormones.”

That made sense, Annie thought, no longer feeling pretty stupid for having stood out here for so long.

“So I’m going to ask you one more time, do you still want to come home with me?” Camille asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Annie said, “I want to go home with you and serve you in any way that I can.”

Camille smiled, pleased with her answer.

“Are you wearing panties?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am, I am,” Annie answered, thinking it an unusual question.

“Take them off and hand them to me,” Camille said.

Thinking this was another test, Annie didn’t hesitate as she pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties, slipping them off and handing them to Camille. That there were still a few people in the parking lot that could see what she was doing didn’t stop her at all.

Camille took the panties and lifted them to her face, taking a moment to smell them. Then she dropped them on the ground and told Annie to lift her dress again. This time as she did so, a few of the women close enough to see stopped to watch.

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Laura woke up to a text from Morgan. “I have a lecture at 9:30 in Humbert Hall,” it read. “Be there. No underwear, but dress school appropriate.” Laura looked at the clock- it was already 9:15. Quickly, she got up and threw on a sweater and a pair of jeans. Then, she headed out.

Once in Humbert Hall, Laura stumbled into the lecture room. Nearly 120 heads turned to watch her come in- she was five minutes late. She scrambled to the back row where Morgan was sitting.

“You’re late,” Morgan whispered as the professor continued his beginning remarks

“Sorry,” Laura said. “I don’t have class until 2 today so I didn’t plan on being up this early.”

Morgan glared at her. “Alright. Here is your first task today. You have to make me come during this lecture.”

Laura’s eyes widened. “Now? Here?” Morgan nodded. Laura gulped. She’d never given head in public before. However, the exposed nature of the lecture hall made it scary and exciting.

Laura opened a notebook to make it look like she was paying attention to the lecture. As the professor put his back to the class, she reached over and slid her hand down Morgan’s pants. Unfortunately, unlike last time, she was wearing underwear. Laura began to rub Morgan’s vagina over the underwear. After a few moments, she could feel that Morgan’s underwear was getting wet. Laura looked over at Morgan’s face to see if she had any reaction. Although her face was still serious, Morgan could see her nipples sticking out through her shirt and bra.

When her underwear was wet enough for Morgan to be satisfied, Laura quietly unbuttoned Morgan’s pants. As silently as she could, she unzipped her pants and slid off her jeans. When they were off completely, she pushed the underwear to the side and touched her clit. Finally, there was a sign of ecstasy on Laura’s face as her breath quickened. Morgan tekirdağ escort worked on her clit a little more. Morgan pulled out her phone and texted Laura, “Get under the table and lick me.”

Laura threw a pen under the table. Once there, she got on her knees and put her face between Laura legs. She put her tongue all over her moist slit, licking up all the juices that had accumulated over the course of the lecture. Laura could feel Morgan’s body begin to quiver as she was approaching orgasm. Just as Morgan was about to come, Laura saw movement to her right. Another boy in the lecture had dropped his pen too and was now watching her give head to Morgan. Before she had a chance to stop and warn her, Morgan orgasmed. Laura came back up to the table.

“That was fantastic,” Morgan whispered in her ear. Laura looked down the aisle and saw that the boy from before had a hard on that was evident over the desk.

“Can I please go to the bathroom and finger myself?” Laura asked. She was so horny from making Laura come that she thought she might explode.

“No,” Morgan said firmly. Laura sat for the rest of the class, feeling herself get wet to no avail.

After the class, Laura thought Morgan would let her go. However, instead, she led her to the library. “I have to check out a book,” Morgan said. They made their way through the multiple floors that were heavily populated. Finally, they got to the anthropology section. “Can you find the book called The History of Modern Europe?” Laura got on her tip toes in order to see what she could find. As she did, Morgan pulled down her pants, exposing her bare lower half to whoever might be in the aisles.

“What are you doing?” Laura asked.

“This is part of your hazing,” Morgan said. Morgan began massaging in between her legs. Laura couldn’t tokat escort help but moan loudly. After not having a release for so many days, she could have come immediately. “Are you gonna cum, you little whore?” Morgan’s insults just turned Laura on more. Laura began pawing at her own boobs, and fingering her own clit as Morgan rubbed her ass and pushed her fingers into Laura’s vagina. “Oh, you want someone to touch your tits? Take off your shirt, you fucking slut.” Laura didn’t need to be asked twice- she pulled the shirt off and began massaging her own nipples.

“That’s hot,” a deep voice said behind them. Laura and Morgan turned, only to see a boy standing behind them.

“You like what you see?” Morgan asked. The guy nodded. A boner pushed at the crotch of his pants. “You can fuck it if you want.” Laura wanted to fight back. She was gay, apparently, after all. “You fuck her from the back while I finger her from the front.” Morgan said. The guy unzipped his pants as Morgan situated Laura. She fingered her clit and sucked on her tits while the guy pounded her from behind and grabbed at her ass cheeks. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved being paid attention to from two people. After a while, Morgan began to lick her nipples with her tongue. Then, she trailed her tongue down her stomach and to her cunt. As the guy fucked her, Morgan sucked on her cunt. Laura couldn’t help but moan loudly. She was sure that other people in the library could hear her, but she couldn’t help it.

Finally, the guy came. Laura orgasmed for the last time. The guy zipped his pants, thanked her, and headed on his way. Laura moved to put her clothes back on.

“Hold on,” Morgan said. She grabbed Laura’s pants and poked a hole directly in the crotch. Then, she gave them to Laura to put them back on. With the pants trabzon escort on, no one could see the hole unless Laura sat with her legs wide open. She put her shirt back on and they head out to the quad.

On the quad, Laura and Morgan sat on the grassy knoll where the rest of the kids were. “Wow, that was really hot,” Laura said.

“You’re disgusting,” Morgan told her. “You’re a disgusting little slut who likes being watched. You are so gross. In fact, I bet you’re horny right now.”

“I am not,” Laura said.

“Are you lying?” Morgan asked.

“No,” Laura responded. Morgan put her fingers in the hole that she’d made earlier to discover that Laura was dripping wet.

“You fucking liar. Roll over so I can spank you.”

Laura, embarrassed, rolled over. In front of the entire quad, Morgan spanked her twice- hard. Laura did all she could to avoid moaning in pleasure, stretching her ass out for another spank, and begging for more.

“Now, make yourself come.”

“Here?” Laura asked.

“Yes. Here. Finger yourself through the hole.”

Laura couldn’t believe that Morgan was asking this of her. However, she did as she was told. She slipped her fingers into the hole and began stroking herself. After a few moments, she began to really enjoy it. She started grinding on the grass below her. Then she stuck a few fingers into her cunt and grinded harder. She rubbed her vagina on the ground as she fingered her clit. She was so wet, she was sure that her entire crotch was literally dripping through the materials of her pants. Laura’s body jittered as she orgasmed. When she pulled out her fingers, she realized that her hand was soaking wet and the small hole in her pants now exposed almost her entire vagina.

“Alright. Well, time for you to go to class,” Morgan said.

“What??” Laura responded. “I can’t even go home to change my clothes?”

“Definitely not,” Morgan said.

Laura walked to class. People stared, but it only made Laura more excited. By the time she got to her lecture hall, her legs were dripping with her own cum. However, she couldn’t even touch herself during the class because of Morgan’s rules.

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