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I have always dreamed of falling in love with a woman that loves to give oral more than she wants to receive it.I am Jack, a twenty-five-year-old man, five foot eleven inches tall, with dark hair and blueish-green eyes. I am fairly fit as I have always been active in sports of one kind or another. I weigh about one hundred and eighty muscular pounds.I have dated a few young ladies since high school but it seems they are only about themselves, especially when it comes to bedroom fun. I am a giver and absolutely love to give orally. I have always been one that wants my lover to be completely satisfied, but it always seems that it’s not returned. Yes, I have an orgasm, but isn’t there more than just getting off?I dream of Beylikdüzü Escort ways to make it more exciting for her, shouldn’t it be the same for me?I am told that I have been the most exciting “fuck” they have ever had, yet it seems to be one-sided.So I set out to Please myself Last weekend, I was going to be rude and just care about myself. I made a plan to go out and find a lady that liked to pleasure orally, I would be the one-sided one.I went to the bar and ordered myself a drink and was scoping out the ladies when I see this one sitting off kind of by herself. She was not drop-dead gorgeous but she was pretty, she looked very shapely with larger breasts. I do love nice shapely breasts.I Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan went up and introduced myself and asked if I could buy her a drink. She said that would be nice. I ordered and asked if I could set with her.We stirred up a conversation and it started to flow well. We were talking about our jobs and our lives when she asked why I wasn’t attached to someone, I told her my story and what I was looking for, with a little chuckle.I told her that I had dated and they were all about themselves and I thought there should be more to it.We drank a few drinks and talked, a slow song came on and I asked her to dance. She got up and started toward the dance floor, in front Escort Beylikdüzü of me. It was the first time I got to check her out.“Oh my god, what an ass.”Her body was the most perfect I had ever seen. She was five foot six, maybe a hundred and twenty-five pounds. She had 36 Ds and the shape of her ass was dreamy.We got to the floor and I didn’t have to worry about pulling her to me she reached out and pulled me in.We danced.As we danced, she pulled me in to kiss me. Her lips were soft and plump, they were warm and wet. She was a great kisser. We got lost on the dance floor, in one another’s embrace.After a few songs on the dance floor, things were getting steamy, the slow dance turned to a faster song and we were shaking it on the floor. She was grinding In against me, that beautiful ass, I could feel her trying to examine what I had. There were a couple of times her hand grazed across the front of my package. She whispered in my ear that her place was open and she wanted to show me what a real woman could do.

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For our honeymoon, Charles took me to Maui in Hawaii. We stayed in a gorgeous resort and spent our first few days sunbathing on the private beach. On the third day, Charles had chartered a small boat to take the two of us out for a day of deep-sea fishing.Charles had put on a pair of baggy swimming trunks, a Hawaiian shirt, and a baseball cap. Under a sarong, I was wearing a pink high-leg bikini. We arrived at the jetty to be met by Brett and Drew, two handsome American boys in their early 20s. Both were well over six feet tall, with blond hair, deep tans, and gym bunny bodies.I smiled inwardly at their evident appreciation as they introduced themselves to me. This could be very interesting, I mused, watching their eyes drawn to the swell of my 34dd breasts, which the triangle-cut bikini top with super thin ties was doing a very poor job of covering.We set sail. On the journey out to the fishing ground, we chatted and got to know the two boys. Both were college students, working in Maui for the summer to help pay their way through their studies. They described themselves as jocks, which made sense of their sculpted abs and muscular arms.Charles, who had played at a decent level at school and university, talked at length with them about sport, which clearly interested the two young men. What also clearly interested them was my toned body, long blond hair, and English rose looks. Whilst they discussed the various merits of English and American sports with my husband, Brett and Drew shot a series of glances in my direction.Slipping off the sarong, I turned and took the few paces to the edge of the open cockpit. Slowly and very deliberately, I bent over to place it into my bag. Sensing I had their full, if surreptitious, attention, I remained in that position for much longer than was strictly necessary; affording them a prolonged view of my Bolu Escort pert little bum and long, shapely legs. Standing and turning around to face them, I pushed my boobs out, and gave them a knowing smile whilst rejoining the group.Charles was an accomplished fisherman, having fly-fished since childhood. I was less competent, which gave me an excuse to ask Brett for help, which he gladly provided. Standing close behind me, he placed his hands on my mine, and guided my casting action; his breath warm on my neck, as he lent forward to reel the line slowly back in each time. In response, I pushed my tight bum back slightly against his trunks, gently shifting against his crotch. His cock stirred in response, whilst he talked me through the fishing technique as if nothing was happening.With his assistance, and to my surprise, I managed to land a fish. Much applause and congratulations followed. Delighted, I bounced up and down, my hands above my head, my boobs jiggling and almost freeing themselves from the triangle-cut top. Brett and Drew could barely drag their eyes from my undulating mounds of flesh, which was precisely the intended effect.The next day was spent on the beach. That evening, we had arranged to meet one of Charles’s work colleagues from New York. Over dinner, they agreed to play a round of golf the next day. I feigned resignation when asked if I minded; and when I sighed and suggested I might repeat the fishing experience, Charles agreed with enthusiasm. Smiling, I left them to talk work, and went to book Brett and Drew’s services.Early the next day, in preparation for my trip on the boat, I went to buy a new bikini. It was purple and blue hand-beaded onto a white cotton crochet foundation. The top was comprised of micro triangles, with ties at the neck and back, that revealed almost all of my ample boobs. Bolu Escort Bayan The bottom was a g-string, with side ties, that barely covered my shaven mound, and displayed the round firm cheeks of my bum. Concealing the bikini in a sarong and blue linen shirt, I saw my new husband off to the golf club and then wandered down to the jetty. Brett and Drew greeted me with smiles and appraising looks and invited me aboard.“Do you mind if I sunbathe whilst we sail out,” I smiled, moving to the front deck, where I would be in full view to them. Slipping off the shirt and sarong, I bent over to lay the towel out; again, taking far longer than necessary, and presenting them with a prolonged view of my rear, into which the g-string had retreated.My lightly tanned body scarcely concealed in the white micro bikini, I stretched out on the deck, arching my back slightly to accentuate my large breasts. Taking some suntan lotion, and knowing I had their full attention, I slowly and sensually rubbed it into my boobs and flat tummy. Pushing my knees out so that my thighs formed a V, I ran my hands down my inner thighs. Then, my full red lips parted slightly in arousal, I slowly and deliberately lingered on the gap between my legs, before finally straightening and lying in the sun.A little while later, the boys called out to let me know we had reached our destination. I raised myself and walked around to the cockpit, where the two of them stood. “So,” I murmured, eyeing them from behind my sunglasses, and running perfectly manicured, red-painted, fingernails across both of their crotches, “is fishing about the size of the rod, or how skilled you are in using it?”“I guess we’re not talking about fishing, ma’am,” Drew replied, his eyes on my boobs, and his manhood growing slowly in his trunks.“Oh, Drew,” I sighed, running my Escort Bolu index finger lightly along his stiffening member, “I really do hope your cock is bigger than your brain.” Placing a hand on his shoulder, I pressed myself against his muscular torso and kissed him. As my tongue played with his, I released his straining length from the confines of his trunks. and continued to tease it with my fingernails. He groaned; his hands grabbing at the cheeks of my bum.Brett, meanwhile, had closed behind me and, cupping my boobs, was kissing my neck. Playing with my hardening nipples, he ran the other hand down over my taut stomach and between my legs. I moaned slightly, my tongue pushing deeper into his friend’s mouth, sandwiched between the two young men as they touched me.Releasing from the kiss, I pushed them away gently. Then, dropping to my knees, I reached up and released Brett’s manhood from his trunks, so that both cocks stood proud before me. Kneeling before the two handsome, muscular, and clearly aroused young men, I raised my hand and examined the bright new wedding band that sat below the diamonds of my engagement ring. “Less than a week ago, my husband put this on my finger,” I murmured, looking up at them with mock innocence, “and now, I am on my knees in front of two American college boys, about to suck their cocks.”Reaching out to place a delicate hand around each of their members, I wrapped my fingers around the thick girths waving in front of my face. “I am a very bad wife. And bad wives deserve to be punished,” I suggested, beginning to work my hands up and down their throbbing lengths.“Will you punish me,” I asked, wanking them slowly, as they nodded in response. “No one can see us out here; and no one will hear me scream when you use me in any way you want,” I pouted, before taking Drew’s cock into my mouth, whilst stroking Brett’s with a hand adorned by that brand-new wedding ring.Taking each in turn deep into my mouth, I alternated between the two cocks. “I wonder if the rich dude knows his classy bride loves sucking dick.” Drew laughed to his friend, watching me slather on his meat.

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I tell her she is beautiful.She tells me it’s the lighting, or the angle, or the filter.I tell her she is beautiful again and again,hoping she believes me.Her bright green eyes stop my heart and her kisses start it once more.I died Denizli Escort a thousand deaths the night we first made love;the dead man I was born to be, but again and again she kissed me.An evening Denizli Escort Bayan raintaps on the window quickening our racing hearts.Her eyes locked with mine, warm pink lips purring my name.I tell Escort Denizli her she is beautiful.Her smooth, flawless skin swimming in her locks of copper.I kiss the freckles on her nose.Her fingertips explore my chest.I move in her and she moves with me.My summer rain, my perfect storm.We sit at the shore,listening to the rain hiss and the waves break on the cool, pocked sand.I hold her hand and tell her she is beautiful.“How beautiful?” she asks.“I would write a poem, if I was a poet.”“Try anyway.”She smiles.

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“Cut! Cut! Cut!”“For fuck sake, Brenda, do I really need to remind you? Lift. Your. Fucking. Ass! I need to see your butthole in the shot. And you, whatsisface, Barry? Is this your first time? You’re not fucking your girlfriend here dammit, we’re making a goddamn movie. Is it too much to ask, for you to just move your hip to the side? So maybe the camera can also get to see her cunt too? It’s like I’m working with fucking amateurs here!”“My name is Mateo.”“Whatever, pool boy, just follow my instructions for fuck sake.”“Ok, re-set. Barry! Put your cock back inside her. Cameras! You ready? Ok, let’s go… Action!”Mateo reset himself behind Brenda but lifted his knee to open his stance behind her this time. The performance enhancement tablets he took hours ago proved to be worth every penny he spent. His seven-inch cock was still rock solid after numerous calls of “cut!” standing around and then having to start over again. Although somewhat desensitised by the surrounding cameras and crew, he was well aware of the dull ache developing in his ball sack. He was going to cum. Imminently. But he was well aware that he would be required to do so on the director’s cue.Mateo, a well-built and rather handsome-looking twenty-three-year-old student, was booked for this gig through his casting agency. He shot a portfolio about a year ago after seeing an advert in a magazine and was hopeful he could earn some much-needed cash. But three auditions in, he conceded that this would not be the easy-money gig he thought it would be.When Megan, his manager, called him in, she sat him down to discuss “alternatives” to the ramp modelling options. He assumed it would be something like hourly-rate promotional work at the mall.“I am going to ask you some straightforward questions. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just say so and we can call it a day. You ok with that?”Yeah, of course, fire away!” he replied cocksurely.“Are you straight?”“What? Really?”“Just answer the questions please.”“Ok, yes I am.”“Would you have any issues being filmed naked?”“What? Naked?”“Yes. Naked. Would you have any issues being filmed with no clothes on?”“Shit, I guess it depends on what the job’s paying.”“Good answer. Ok, second last question. Would you consider doing a porn shoot?”“What? Are you crazy! For crying out loud, Megan, I came to you looking for modelling work and now you’re pimping me out for porn? Have I got his right?”“The cheque is for about five grand.”Silence followed. Mateo’s initial rebuttal was quickly blanketed by the lure of Five Grand. Quick calculations clobbered around in his head, plugging all the holes he could think of. This month’s rent. The arrears he owed in rent. Fuel for the month. Food! Shit, he could even turn on the heating in his flat. And have a bag load of change left over.“Uhm, what exactly will be required from me?”“Mateo, it’s porn. You take off your clothes and follow the director’s cues. It really isn’t that difficult. And the producers asked for you. They liked your look and made a pretty decent offer.”“So, what do you think?” She queried.“You said the second last question. What’s the last?”“I need to see your prick. They want a photo. I think it’s to check size, or how photogenic it is, I guess.”“You want to see my dick? Now?”“Yes. And take a photo. Come on, show it to me.”Without hesitation, Megan took out her phone and switched on the camera. Mateo sat frozen on the couch. Finally, he stood up and unbuckled his trousers. Reluctantly, it is drawn down past his hips.“Underwear too, Mateo. Don’t overthink this, we’re just taking a photo.”He slowly wriggled his boxer shorts down, but one hand instinctively covered his privates once the boxers slips past it. Even though he appeared somewhat bashful, Megan swatted his hand away and quickly held up the camera to snap a couple of photos.“Ok, that’s perfect. They also need one fully erect. Can you make it hard?”“What?”“I need a shot of your erection, Mateo. I’ve explained this. Now, just play with it a little so you can get hard.”Mateo wriggled his penis from side to side, pulled the foreskin back, and awkwardly commenced masturbating between two fingers. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly stopped.“Fuck, I can’t do this Megan, I’ve never wanked in front of anyone. I don’t think I can do this.”“Are you a virgin, Mateo?”“No, Megan, I’ve been with many girls. But that’s different to this for heaven’s sake!”“Ok, fair enough,” she answered after her mind milled for a couple of seconds, but then reached out and pulled him closer to her.To his amazement, she took his cock in her hand and started giving him a hand-job. Her warm hands wrapped around the shaft and firmly squeezed while she pulled down to the base. She looked up at him and moved her mouth forward to take his prick. Keeping eye contact, she swirled her tongue around the glans, bowed forward, and sucked Malatya Escort her lips over the head. Feeling him swell larger and larger inside her mouth, she deep-throat him and gagged as it hit the back of her tonsils. Mateo groaned with enjoyment as he intently watched his agent sucking him off.She stopped suddenly, pulled her mouth off from him, and wiped it with the back of her hand. Then quickly grabbed her phone and took a couple of close-up pics. She reached out with one hand and gripped him tightly, stroking up and down while she kept shooting more photos.“For size reference,” she mumbled.“Ok, that should do. You can get dressed again.”“What? You can’t be serious? I’m about to cum and you’re just going to leave me like this?”“Fair enough,” she sighed and tied up her hair before taking him into her mouth again.Mateo’s cock swelled gloriously as Megan vigorously twisted both hands around the thick shaft, and milked him to the edge of cumming. When he let out a roar, she quickly dismounted her mouth and moved to the side, avoiding the spurts of semen shooting from between her fingers. She tried to contain the mess but some cum landed on the couch which irked her mood.“Goddammit! That’s going to leave a mark,” she moaned as she got up to fetch a tissue from her desk. Wiping her hands clean first, she passed some to Mateo to clean himself off and started wiping the couch.“Ok, I will forward this to the client, let’s see what they have to say,” she abruptly ended the meeting and walked up to the door to open it. She stood there waiting for him to finish doing his up trousers. Awkwardly, he walked to the door and held out his hand.“Thank you, Megan, I do appreciate this. I hope to hear from you soon then.”As he left the office, he turned around.“And your blow job was pretty amazing too,” he whispered back at her, “What are the chances we can do this again sometime?”“Zero, Mateo, this was just work. I don’t date clients,” she nonchalantly replied. Seeing the disappointment on his face, she leaned forward and whispered:“But you do have a fantastic cock.” Two days later, Mateo got the call. He had made the cut and the producers wanted to meet him. Megan meticulously briefed him on what to wear, how to trim his pubes, and what not to do during the upcoming meeting.“For fuck sake, Mateo, do not screw this up. Ok?”Not wanting to be late, he arrived about forty-five minutes early for the meeting. Expecting an office, he found himself outside what appeared to be a massive property with large gates and high walls. He could see the main house at the back of the sprawling property. While waiting in his car, he watched some porn videos on his phone. He appreciated how the men acted in the scenes. How they took off their clothes, how they touched the women, and what they would do during the sex scene.His hand naturally found its way to his cock but then noticed that he was not getting hard, which was unfamiliar territory for him when watching porn. Normally, his dick would rise up effortlessly and when needed, he could have a quick wank in under two minutes. Concerned, he fumbled at his crotch but at best, produced a feeble semi-erection.“Fuck, what the hell?”He looked at his watch and decided to head back to the pharmacy he passed on the way. Fifteen minutes later he was back at the gate, having purchased an energy drink and two pills which the pharmacist ensured, would make him rock hard within minutes. He threw both tablets into his mouth and gulped it down with the drink.With about ten minutes to spare, he straightened himself out, walked up to the gate, and rang the bell. The gate opened without anyone answering and he walked up to the house. The door opened as he climbed the stairs and was met by a blonde girl in a bikini.“Hi, I’m Amber,” she politely greeted him and pointed to where a group of people sat in the lounge.“Mateo is here!” she announced his arrival, and walked outside to the pool area, leaving him standing there. He waited for someone to acknowledge him but two men were arguing about what sounded like a script issue.Eventually, one guy stood up and walked towards him. “You must be Mateo,” he said, extending his hand to greet him. “Come with me.”He led Mateo to an upstairs bedroom which was set up with lights, large white light diffusers, microphone booms, and cameras set up on tripods.“You can take off your clothes and leave them there. Here is a gown that you can throw on for now,” and he left him alone, closing the door on the way out.In silence, Mateo undressed, put on the black silk gown, and sat on the bed. He noticed his leg bouncing nervously up and down and placed his hand on it to stop. He could hear people talking, footsteps passing, but no one came into the room. About twenty minutes dragged by before a man burst into the room. Barefoot and wearing jeans and a cotton Malatya Escort Bayan shirt, the man introduced himself as Adrian, the director.“We all like what we’ve seen, but this will be your final audition. Let’s start by having a good look at you and taking some body shots,” he continued. “Take off your robe and stand next to the bed there,” he pointed to the side of the bed. Mateo peeled the robe off from him and placed it on the bed. Looking back at the director, he folded the garment carefully and stepped next to the bed, his back still towards Adrian.“Ok, turn around, maybe place your hands on your hips,” the first instruction came.He tugged at his cock twice, and upon hearing the clicking shutter sound of a camera, turned around and placed his hands on his hips, staring into the lens with his best smoulder-gaze pose. The camera kept shooting while Adrian barked directions at him.“Seductive stare!”Smile! Now laugh! Throw your head back!”“Show me your cum-face!”This continued for about ten minutes until the director placed the camera back on the table.“Call Candy!” he called into his walkie-talkie. “Yes boss,” a muffled voice instantly replied. Candy walked into the room and dropped her red silk gown on the floor, standing bare bar the red, high-heeled shoes. Her blonde hair curled over her shoulders and swung lavishly across her breasts while she slinked towards the bed. She held out her hand to Mateo.“Hi, I’m Candy,” she greeted him with a soft, silky voice.“Hi, uhm, I’m Mateo,” he replied, awkwardly covering his crotch when he reached out his hand.The two of them waited as more people came into the room. Two guys handled the cameras, one the microphone boom, and two other guys dealt with the lighting. Another woman also joined but she was Adrian’s PA, Sammi who hovered around him.“Is everyone ready?” The director shouted and turned to Candy and Mateo.“Ok, we are shooting three scenes. The first, Candy get down on your knees here,” he pointed to the spot next to the bed, “and you, stand here. No, no. Like this,” he grabbed Mateo by the shoulders and turned him to the side, looking back at the cameras.“Ok, Candy, when I say action, I want you to start giving him your signature blow job. You,” his attention turned back to Mateo, “place your left hand on your hip and use your right to hold her head. Pull her hair, do what you do but don’t fucking use your left hand. OK?”“Got it,” Mateo confirmed.The director looked around the room to check everyone was set.“Ok everyone, take one. And… Action!”Mateo could feel his leg twitching nervously as Candy wrapped both her hands around his cock, pulling it down to the base before her head bopped up and down on his shaft.“Look like you’re enjoying it!” The director barked. Mateo just started moaning. Candy’s mouth was hot and her sedulous sucking stiffened his rod within no time. He felt relieved and could focus on Candy. His right hand slipped around her head and pulled her closer to him, his hips thrust his rigid cock too deep into her and caused her to gag loudly. She pulled her head back to catch a breath. Saliva dangled from her chin. She spat on the glans and shoved it down her throat again.Mateo felt his orgasm building and backed away suddenly.“Cut! Why the hell did you stop her?” the director snapped at him.“I’m sorry, I was worried I might cum,” he replied sheepishly.“Then cum for fuck sake, don’t worry about that now,” he replied and gestured the crew to re-set.“Ok, ready, take 2. And… action!”Candy resumed her glorious mouth fuck, using both hands which she twisted vigorously around his shaft coupled with loud sucking noises and moans that tipped him over the edge.“I’m gonna cum!” he managed to utter before Candy’s mouth popped off him and milked his cum shots across her tits.“Cut!”Mateo’s legs felt rather jittery and he had to sit down on the bed where he took deep breaths to recover. Sammi brought a towel over to Candy who cleaned herself off and stood up.“Seemed you liked that?” she smiled at him. Grinning like a drunk teenager, he nodded his head.“You were fantastic, thank you,” he replied genuinely, not really sure what he is supposed to say or do on a porn set.The crew moved a couple of things around at the director’s instructions. He then turned his attention to the two of them.“Ok, for the next scene, Candy, I want you on the bed. Face down and lift your ass. You,” pointing at Mateo, “I want you to come from behind and eat her out. Look where the camera is, don’t turn your head this way otherwise, you’ll ruin the shot. OK?”“Got it,” Mateo replied.Candy got onto the bed on all fours, dropped her head onto the silk pillows, and lifted her ass. Mateo stood at the edge of the bed, waiting for his cue. While the set was being finalised, he scrutinised Candy’s protruding pink pussy flaps which glistened under the light. Escort Malatya He would have to peel them back to get to her clit, the thought crossed his mind. He quickly planned how he would mount the bed, spread her open, and eat her out. He enjoyed eating pussy and relished the ensuing encounter with Candy’s cunt. Her perfectly pink butthole, he noticed, flinched every now and then.“Right, everyone take your places. Ready for scene two! And… action!”Mateo moved closer to Candy’s elevated butt and placed both hands on her cheeks, rubbing in circular motions to open her up for him. Leaning forward, he brought his mouth right up to her luscious labia and commenced with a first lick. Starting at the bottom, but not touching her clit, he ran his tongue into her folds and flicked upwards across her butthole. Candy’s body shivered and she let out a loud moan.Feeling confident, he repeated this a couple of times, dipping his tongue deeper into her pussy until he sensed her sweet juices coating it. She lifted her butt for him when he pried her folds open with his thumbs, exposing her tucked-away love button. When his tongue darted against it, she squirmed and wriggled her ass, pushing back into his face. The tip of his tongue darted flickeringly against the small nub which started to swell out of its shrouded holding.Candy’s moans became more exuberant, spurring him on to increase pressure on her clit. He slipped his thumb into her wetness to accompany the pulsating tongue lashing. Candy groaned and started calling out for him to stretch her wider which prompted two fingers to replace his thumb.“Ooh yeah! Stretch my pussy, baby! That’s it, fuck my wet cunt, baby!”Crying out, her body shuddered when her orgasm rolled in. Mateo kept pounding away into her and drilling his tongue as hard as he could against her clit. Shaking, she slumped forward and collapsed on the bed with Mateo’s fingers still buried inside her.“Cut!”The director’s voice sliced through the room and brought Mateo back to the reality of where he was. He slid out his fingers from Candy and stepped back off the bed, wiping his soaked mouth with the back of his hand. Sammi handed him a towel.Candy rolled over onto her back. She looked absolutely stunning. Little beads of perspiration formed on her face and her body gleamed under the lights. Mateo felt his cock stir again as he took in how gorgeously sexy she looked. Her large tits flayed onto her sides, and her rosy pink nipples were erect and teasing.“You are stunning,” he softly complimented Candy. She smiled back at him.“And you can eat a pussy, all right,” she retorted, biting her lip as she looked him up and down, and elicited a little giggle as pulled at her nipples.The crew were changing the setup again with instructions from the director. Once they were done, he turned to Candy and Mateo.“Ok, last scene you two. Candy, I want you to face down and bring your ass up again. You come from behind and fuck her. Don’t cum inside her though, we want the money shot on her back. Got it?”“Got it!” they both replied and Candy rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her ass for Mateo. His cock was ready but he figured he’ll need to stiffen it some more and intended to rub it against her pussy before he enters her.“Ok everyone, last scene. Everyone ready?” He looked around the room before his command came.“And… Action!”Mateo moved onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees behind Candy. He stroked his cock a couple of times and then brought it right up against her pussy, rubbing his glans up and down her moist slit. His cock didn’t disappoint and he could feel it becoming rigidly stiff in his hand. Feeling cocksure about his steel rod, he enthusiastically slapped it against her clit, which made Candy groan loudly and jiggle her butt for him. Keeping the camera angle in mind, he opened his stance before he slowly pushed into her until he was totally submerged inside her. He groaned loudly as his cock was enveloped in Candy’s hot pussy embrace.The thought of cumming was overwhelming, forcing him to clasp his fingers around the base of his shaft as he strained to find a measured rhythm. Candy turned her head back to look at him, lifting her head while she moaned seductively, her eyes opening and closing. Her mouth was wide open and breathing heavily.‘She is either fucking great at acting or she is actually enjoying the fucking,’ mulled through Mateo’s head. His hands grabbed her hips and lifted her higher when he started to increase his pace. His need to shoot his load had become unbearable and as much as he looked up at the ceiling to avoid seeing Candy’s butt slammed against his body, he knew that he would not be able to hold out for much longer.“Oh, oh… I’m going to cum!” he called out. His cock recoiled like a trigger and started shooting his hot cum inside Candy. Knowing he needed to cum on her back. But he could not, no, would not release his climaxing cock from the convulsing cunt. Candy too, seemed to have lost herself in the moment, relishing the hot sensations gushing deep inside her. Bucking vigorously back onto his cock she milked him until he fell down on her back, panting loudly.

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At thirty, Tara is an accomplished woman. Head of the Key Accounts department of a famous investment bank, she owes her success and rapid rise within the company to her intelligence and ability to deal with any situation with composure.The envious would say that it was above all her physique that enabled her to succeed so quickly. A former top-level volleyball player, her slender body is beautifully sculpted by hours and hours of assiduous training.She never hesitates to wear high heels and short skirts to show off her long, perfectly curved legs. Her blouses are always wide open, revealing her high, firm breasts with their luscious roundness.The alabaster complexion of her skin is enhanced by her long, flaming red hair. Amid the perfect oval of her face, her green eyes sparkle with life and intelligence. Her snub nose and the freckles dotting her prominent cheekbones give her a mischievous air.Tara knows that her charms don’t leave men indifferent, or women for that matter. And she knows how to play them when she needs to. However, despite this advantageous plasticity, she knows that it’s her character that makes all the difference to her success.It’s a character she’s forged over the years in a most original way, through a strict upbringing of punishment and corporal punishment. Every mistake, every breach of the house rules, was severely punished by both father and mother.These numerous spankings hardened her and, when she left the family cocoon, she continued to follow this educational system. She first did this with her boyfriends at the time, but none of them were tough and dominant enough for her.When she started to earn some money, she turned to professional dominators, but again, something was missing. The punishments were at the expected level, but there wasn’t the intimate relationship she was looking for.Then one day, she came across him. Marc, a sports photographer she’d run into from time to time on the sidelines. They hit it off and it wasn’t long before she succumbed to the charms Malatya Escort of this tall, dark and fiery-looking man.And, unlike his other conquests, Marc has no hesitation in giving her a good spanking when necessary. On their third date, for some trivial reason, an ill-timed remark, Tara found herself across his knees, skirt rolled up, panties down below her knees. Her muscular buttocks, perfectly exposed, met her partner’s large, rough hands.For several minutes, her bouncing buttocks endured the blows, quickly reddening under the powerful slaps. And when it all stopped, before she could react, a vigorous member violently entered her arousal-soaked intimacy.This punishment and the torrid coupling that followed made Tara realize that Marc was the man for her. Since then, they’ve been happily married. Spankings are part of their married life, and Tara knows she’s never safe from punishment.This moment of vulnerability, when she’s completely submissive to her husband, is what excites her most in the world. Whatever the pain, her only pleasure is to please him. There’s never a “no” in their games, nor any limit to their punishments. Tara’s submission is full and complete. It’s the only way she can achieve ecstasy.***It’s been a gruelling week for Tara. Numerous cases with complex issues demanded more attention than usual. Not once did she get home before 7 pm. Barely time for a chat with her husband, not even a full meal, and she disappeared into her office for several more hours of work.Obviously, this week, she did nothing around the house. Leaving her husband entirely in charge of household and administrative tasks. And the few times they’ve talked, she hasn’t been very friendly. And there was no question of an intimate moment either. Too much work.Not once did Marc make the slightest remark to her. He knows her perfectly well and knows how dedicated she is to her job. However, on Friday evening, when it’s almost 8 pm and she enters the house, she senses that something Malatya Escort Bayan has changed.The house is strangely silent. The lights are out, no one is home. Marc should be here by now. Tara leaves her coat and bag in the vestibule and walks into the living room.The thick curtains are drawn, plunging the room into darkness. She flicks the light switch and freezes as the ceiling light illuminates the room.On the large oak table, various instruments are neatly lined up: a wide leather belt, a polished wooden paddle and a riding crop. Just the sight of them sends a shiver of mixed anxiety and pleasure up her spine.”All this is for you tonight,” announces a voice behind his back. “Get ready.”The tone is calm, poised, without appeal.Tara doesn’t turn around. Lowering her head and taking a deep breath, she begins to undress.The ritual is always the same. It prepares her psychologically for what’s to come.She starts by taking off her jacket, then unbuttoning her blouse, before undoing her skirt and letting it slide down her legs. Carefully folding the clothes, she places them on a chair.Now wearing only her high heels and black silk underwear, she kneels facing the table. With her back straight, she crosses her ankles and spreads her thighs. Her hands come to rest, palms out, on her thighs. Finally, she bows her head in submission.Her heartbeat quickens and her breathing quickens as she feels him approach behind her back.His rough hands settle on her shoulders, caressing the nape of her neck, before taking hold of her hair. Tara holds her breath as her husband’s meticulous fingers intertwine her long locks. In seconds, the braid is completed.The short time Marc took to do her hair indicated his mood. Tonight is not a game, it’s a punishment.This simple realization makes her shiver with apprehension.”In position.”The order is curt.Without hesitation, Tara rises and leans over the table. Her chest crushes the polished wood as she stretches her arms out in front of her Escort Malatya to grip the other side of the table. Digging in her loins, squeezing her thighs, she offers her perfectly shaped buttocks to the blows to come.Behind her, Marc gently runs his hand over her buttocks, flattering the bouncing globes, appreciating their firmness and satiny texture. Then his fingers reach under the black silk panties.Tara swallows slowly as she feels her last bulwark slide down to her ankles. Now, her carefully waxed sex is fully exposed. She knows instinctively that his lips are bursting with excitement, their pink hue contrasting with her alabaster skin.But she has no time to dwell on the situation. A flash of pain abruptly snaps her out of her reverie. The supple leather of the belt pinches her upper thighs, drawing a cry of surprise from her.The blows rained down without interruption. Marc strikes methodically, working his way up and down her shapely thighs, carefully avoiding her buttocks for the moment.Each hiss of the belt is followed by a resounding snap. Large red marks are made on the pale thighs.Hands firmly gripping the edge of the table, Tara does her utmost to resist the pain shooting through her. Her breathing is ragged. The first tears begin to bead at the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks onto the table. Her thighs are on fire as the belt falls relentlessly.There’s no kindness, no mercy. This is punishment, not a game to turn her on. And yet, through this fog of pain, she feels a familiar warmth rising in the core of her belly, in the hollow of her loins.Pain, pleasure, her mind is so confused by all her contradictory thoughts, she barely realizes that the rain of blows has stopped.”I can’t believe it,” Marc sighs. “I’m punishing you and it’s turning you on!”He rested the belt and grabbed another instrument of torment.”We’re going to see how much you like being hurt,” he commented. “I want you to count every blow. And don’t make any mistakes, or I’ll start all over again.””Yes, Master,” replies Tara in a trembling voice.The wood of the paddle slams down hard on her buttocks. The slam is dull, the pain excruciating. Tara feels her whole being vibrating under the impact. The shockwave spreads throughout her body, distributing the pain to her entire nervous system.

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It was a sunny Sunday morning, and despite the fact that the fish weren’t biting much, Kent and Mark enjoyed the camaraderie of their weekly meeting on the pier.“Great weather we’re having, even if the fish are being timid today.”Kent said, “You know what would make this day perfect?”Mark shrugged.“A spit roast for Libby’s twenty-fourth birthday.”“Something tells me you don’t mean barbeque.”Kent laughed. “Nope, I was thinking about ditching the fishing and enjoying an oversexed redhead together.”“My brother Tony is supposed to come over this afternoon. So, as much as it pains me, I’m going to have to take a rain check.”“Even better! I could bring Libby to your house and watch you and Tony each take an end.”“On her birthday?”“Well, her birthday was technically yesterday. I took her out for a romantic dinner and bought her a pair of diamond stud earrings. We even went dancing, came home, and I treated her like a goddess with massage oils and the whole works.”“So, you want to balance the nice with some naughty…”“…by watching her get spit-roasted like a hot little slut.”Mark raised an eyebrow. “You really do prefer watching, don’t you?”“I do indeed. It’s the ultimate turn-on for me. So, what do you say? Do you think Tony would be game?”Mark laughed. “My brother has been begging me to arrange another session with your hot wife. He’ll be up for it in more ways than one.”“Fabulous. If I need to join in, I’m happy to do so. But, yes, Burdur Escort watching is my favorite part. Until I get her alone, that is. Then the reclaiming is the crème de la crème.”They packed up their fishing gear and agreed to meet at Mark’s place in two hours.When Tony arrived at Mark’s, he suggested they each take a little blue pill. “We’re gonna need to stay hard to properly spit-roast that sexy little neighbor of yours.”Mark didn’t argue. He wanted to enjoy all three holes and figured staying hard would be the key to that experience.“Does Libby know I’m here?” Tony asked.“I’m not sure if Kent planned to tell her or not. But I’m sure she will be happy to see my big bro again; it will be a fun birthday surprise.”Tony saw Mark grin sheepishly.“You lucky bastard! You played with her again recently, didn’t you?”Mark nodded. “I went to their place and got to put all sorts of things in that sweet little redhead’s tight pussy. It was so fucking hot.”“Now you’re just bragging,” Tony laughed.“Hey, I’m having the time of my life fulfilling their fantasies. This spit roast session was all Kent’s idea.”“Is he gonna participate? Or just watch?”“Not sure yet. Now that you’re here, he might just enjoy the show.”When Libby and Kent arrived, she was excited to see Tony. “Oh, Kent, you didn’t tell me I’d get to have both brothers in all my holes!”She hugged and kissed Mark and Tony. “This is going to be so much Burdur Escort Bayan fun!”Tony chuckled at Libby’s youthful enthusiasm. She might as well be talking about a trip to Disney World instead of a suck and fuck fest at the house of her hubby’s fishing buddy.“You fucking or watching?” Tony asked Kent rather bluntly.Kent laughed. “I’m watching until my balls ache.”“I don’t understand a man who doesn’t get jealous at the sight of another man’s dick filling her up, but I guess they say, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”Libby frowned. “Huh?”“I forget how young you are sometimes, little girl. It’s a saying that means just showing gratitude for what’s being given. In this case, that means your hot little body.”Kent smirked. He was proud that Libby was his wife and loved that these two brothers in their late sixties/early seventies couldn’t wait to get their hands on her and their dicks in her.“Strip for our friends, baby,” Kent instructed.Libby did a slow and sensual striptease, peeling off each layer with lust in her eyes, and had all three men hard as steel. Mark took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom, followed by Tony and Kent.“Get on the bed, little girl; Daddy wants to slide into your hot, wet pussy,” Tony directed as he climbed on and positioned himself behind her.“Scoot over to the edge of the bed so you can suck my cock,” Mark demanded. He didn’t mind that Tony had claimed her Escort Burdur honey hole first since her oral skills were unmatched.“That’s right, take it all in, baby. Feel my dick slipping into your throat? Oh, fuck, you give good head!”“Mmm, and she’s so fucking tight!”Libby’s moaning vibrations made Mark’s dick feel so good. That, and the decadence of spit-roasting a hot little redhead with his brother, made for a very arousing experience.Kent sat back and watched his sweet young wife getting hammered from both ends. Listening to her moan and pant was making his cock twitch. Nothing was more erotic than knowing she belonged to him, and he would take back what was his when they were done with her.After a while, Mark and Tony traded places, continuing to enjoy Libby’s body.“Oh, sweet Jesus, I forgot what an amazing little cocksucker you are,” Tony moaned.Mark grinned at his brother. Who would have thought they’d ever be doing the same girl at the same time – especially at their age? Tony was downright giddy as Libby took his sac and used her magical fingers to caress his balls.“Holy fuck, Libby, you’re driving me insane!”Mark teased Libby with slow, deliberate strokes, making her whimper. Feeling her hips rock, he knew she needed release. So, he used his thumb to stimulate her pleasure button and was pleased when her orgasm ripped through her body.Mark plunged into her hard, fast, and deep as her body shuddered while Tony lodged himself in Libby’s throat. Seeing his wife spit-roasted like this made Kent’s dick so hard that he nearly pulled it out to masturbate, but he resisted temptation. He really wanted just to watch and delay his own pleasure until he could have her all to himself later.

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It was quite dark in the bedroom when my eyelids fluttered open. Was it the middle of the night? Was it early in the morning? I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to know the answer. Either way, even without looking at the clock, I was pretty confident that it wasn’t time to get up yet. So why was I awake??As if somehow responding to my unspoken question, a subtle prodding motion against my butt cheek provided the answer: Aha … it was his ‘morning wood.’Although the motionlessness of his restful body indicated that he was still asleep, his semi-hard cock was clearly not. I supposed that such a subconscious reflex was to be expected – particularly Bodrum Escort since we were both fully naked as we lay there with him spooning me.Another poke. I chuckled under my breath. Guys … they just can’t help it, can they?!?Another poke. I began to smile as I reminisced about what we’d done to each other last night – the reason why we’d fallen asleep naked with his arm wrapped around my chest. I was pretty sure I could feel his cum still leaking out of me.Another poke. I wonder if he’s having similar flashbacks.With my own erotic curiosity rising, I carefully reached between my thighs to touch his Bodrum Escort Bayan sexy (flexing) muscle. I trembled with arousal as I came into contact with his swollen head. Ummm, wow … he’s much harder than I thought. Mmmm … and it’s so fucking warm too. My fingertips traced his tip. He was even a little bit wet. Fuck, this is starting to make me wet too.I parted my legs a little wider so that my hand could get a better grip on his shaft. I heard him groan softly – subconsciously, apparently – as my fingers wrapped around his deliciously solid rod. We hadn’t been together sexually for very long, but I’d already Escort Bodrum become addicted to his lustful moans.I squeezed his cock in appreciation. Originally, I’d just wanted to fall back asleep; now, I was wanting him to be awake too.Almost immediately, I got my wish. His body stirred – somewhat awkwardly, given how our limbs had become intertwined. With a half-asleep crackle in his deep voice, he mumbled, “What time is it?”“Don’t know,” I responded calmly. I squeezed his cock firmly, and it flared back instinctively. “Don’t care.”Perhaps noticing for the first time how hard he was, he asked, “Did you do that to me?”I chuckled quietly. “No – you did it to me. Woke me up with that thing.”“I’m sorry,” he murmured, flopping his head back down on the pillow.I clicked my tongue at him. “Don’t be sorry … I like how it feels, pressing into my crack.”That comment seemed to perk him up. “Oh yeah?”

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