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One week passed since the bachelorette party and not only was it Victor’s last unofficial gig, but Cord also decided to part ways with the Gigolo Project to pursue other interests. Cassandra graciously accepted his resignation with a full nondisclosure agreement about his involvement in the Gigolo Project.

Cord’s girlfriend Janie returned home a few days later from being away taking care of an ill family member and after having incredible welcome home sex, Cord treated her to dinner at a local restaurant.

“Babe? Are you well? I don’t know what it is, but something is different about you,” Janie noted her boyfriend sitting quietly lost in his thoughts, and continues, “Not that I’m complaining after the bomb sex we had last night. The best welcome home present ever. I’m surprised I’m walking this morning,” she concluded with a giddy chuckle.

Cord smiles and replies, “Just have a lot on my plate, babe which is why after a long week of processing this, I need to come clean.”

Before Cord comes clean, a waitress approaches the couple with menus and Cord does a double take at the enormity of the waitress’s low-hung bulging breasts stretching her black smudged work shirt tucked inside her mom jeans. Her mature fair-colored face is a bit homely with bushy eyebrows and a few crooked teeth. Her body is stocky with a bit of a hunchback, but none of that mattered to Cord. He sees what he wants for lunch and it’s not included in the menu. Janie noticed his reaction, raising an eyebrow.

“Hello, you beautiful folks. My name is Cybil and I will be your server this afternoon. Here are your menus. What would you like to drink and would you like to order some appetizers?” asked the waitress.

Breaking eye contact from her gargantuan melons, Cord responds, “Yes ma’am. I will have a Pina Colada with chips and dip.”

“Just a water for now, thank you,” Janie replied a bit sassy.

“Okay, you fine folks. I’ll be back with your drinks and appetizers, and to take your order.”

As Cybil walks away to the kitchen area, Cord watches noting her flat butt and flared hips and the barefaced reactions from other men in the diner ogling her mammoth wobblers.

“Holy shit, babe. Her tits are wildly fucking massive and they look bigger than Adele’s and she wears a fucking J cup,” said Janie and continues, “So you want to fuck that waitress? I know your cock is getting hard looking at those freakishly ginormous boobs. I can feel it,” she chuckled, pressing her sock-covered foot on his crotch, feeling and stroking his growing erection.

Cord grunts softly, but then snaps out of his trance and got serious.

“Not right now, babe. I need to tell you something first.”

Before he can tell Jane what’s troubling him, the heavy-stacked waitress approaches them with their drinks and appetizers. Cord once again gawks at the obscene wobbling display transparent through Cybil’s black work shirt. The extra-strength, extra-large bra underneath struggled to contain the massive amount of fat spilling over the cups. His lecherous gaze breaks once she arrives at the table, but his eyes dart back and forth between her uninviting face and oversized bazongas.

“Here you are, your drinks and chips and dip. Are you ready to order?” Cybil asked holding her writing pad and skinny elbows pointing outwards due to the immeasurable jumbo size of her knockers.

“Ah, can we have another minute or two?” Janie asked.

“Sure thing, darling. I will be right back to take your orders.”

Cybil walks away and Janie feels Cord’s big cock near full erection under the table.

“Hmmm. Those humongous hangers got you rock-hard, babe. Maybe if we ask nicely, she’ll show them to you,” Janie teased, rubbing her foot up and down his big dick.

“Babe… I quit my dad’s car dealership and want to be a porn star,” Cord blurred out substituting his father’s car dealership with the secret work he did as a gigolo.

Janie is taken aback, confused, and curious by his sudden announcement. “And what brought this on? Is our relationship not open enough?”

“What? No, babe. I love our open relationship. This might be a good thing for our relationship and I’ll explain in a minute. I met my idol, The Boa Constrictor last week and he inspired me to follow a new path. He hired me as a performer to shoot and run his new subsidiary website that will only feature amateur women. And I need a partner to help run the site. What do you say, babe? You’re pretty good with web designing and all that other computer-nerdy shit. It’ll pay more than your lousy waitress job,” Cord explained.

“Well maybe if you paid more attention to school work and not the next time you’ll get your rocks off, you would know a thing or two about computer-nerdy shit?” said Janie a bit annoyed by the insult, “But I am listening.”

“You know what I mean, but I do get the final say as far as production goes, but we will be working together, side by side, choosing the women. Also, I will need you to operate the camera until we expand. You were pretty good at recording your former roommate taking a pounding. Speaking Balıkesir Escort of which, you think Adele would be willing to return for our first shoot?” he asked.

Janie scoffs, “Babe. When she found out you manipulated her further thinking her boyfriend had betrayed her and then sending those pics and vids to his phone, we’re lucky she didn’t go to the police and press charges or just flat out sued us for emotional distress… But don’t worry, I think I found our first amateur star,” she eluded and pointed to the top-heavy waitress Cybil making her way to their table.

“So are you fine couple ready to eat?” Cybil asked.

Cord grins stupidly as he looks up at Cybil, primarily sinking his perverted eyes into her giant head-sized shirt-stretching breasts. “I know I am, but what I want isn’t on the menu.”

“Behave, babe,” Janie teased, rubbing her foot on his swollen rock-hard cock.

“Well, I’m sorry that we don’t have any for your liking. Do you need a few extra minutes to find anything you think you would like?” Cybil persisted and continues, “The tips help me out on slow days like this. A girl has to pay her rent and health insurance, you know?”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean. I’m a waitress too at a smaller venue, busting tables, doing the disgusting dishes, mopping the smelly bathrooms, but I just found a new job opportunity where I can make some serious money,” Janie informed Cybil and continues, “And we would love for you to be a part of that.”

The waitress is caught off guard by Janie’s proposal, replying, “And exactly are we talking about here? What’s your new job and is it really that lucrative?”

“Very lucrative,” Cord chimed in.

“First off, my name is Janie and this handsome big dicked stud is my boyfriend Cord and we’re in the business porn. He has taken a real liking to you if you look down and see for yourself,” Janie suggested.

Curiosity got the better of Cybil as she takes a peek down to see the enormous thick swell in Cord’s gray-colored sweats. Her eyes bulged, gasping loudly, “GAH DEAR god heavens…” causing a bit of a scene in the restaurant and quickly apologizing, “shit, so sorry… That’s one huge fucker.”

“Uh-huh. Bet you’ve never been fucked by a dick that big before, huh?” Janie teased and continues, “When was the last time you had sex and had multiple orgasms that knocked your socks?”

“Oh god, missy I really couldn’t answer your last question, but it’s been about 5-6 years since a man touch me intimately. I used to give my old landlord blowjobs and used my enormous breasts to get him off as a substitute for rent money, but that was almost a year ago. My boss said I can stay in the apartment two floors above the restaurant and since I don’t own a car, makes it more convenient. I can never have a dumb excuse as to why I’m late for work unless I’m deadly ill,” Cybil explained.

“Okay, well my boyfriend would like to do more than just receive a blowjob and although he certainly would love to fuck your gigantic boobs, he wants to fuck your pussy hard and let you experience the orgasms you never felt. And since you live above your job, we will offer a one-time payment for your services,” said Janie.

Smiling like a fool, Cord chimes in, “How does $1500 in tips sound?”

The old waitress is blown away by the staggering price that Cord is willing to pay for a fuck.

“Sounds like you got a deal, mister,” Cybil agreed and continues, “I get off my shift in 30. My room is on the 2nd floor, apartment number 6.”

“Just call me Cord. The camcorder is in the car. We’ll be ready when you are, said Cord.

30 minutes passed as Cord and Janie met Cybil at her apartment.

Name: Cybil

Age: 55

Height: 5’4

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color/Style: Sandy Blonde bowl cut

Bust size: 40P

Occupation: Waitress

“So you like women with giant tits, sonny?” Cybil teasingly asked Cord while standing at the foot of her small bed wrestling with the hooks to a massive sturdy plain white bra that covers her entire upper torso and stopped above her beer belly. “I’ve always had very large heavy breasts since my adolescent years and my mom made me shield my breasts from corrupted men. Sadly, gravity and I never became friends so my huge boobs have always sagged, but certain men are quite turned on by them and I can see you’re one of them, holy cow,” she concluded eyeing the enormous jutting bulge that formed in Cord’s briefs.

Janie holds the expensive camcorder focused on Cybil dropping her mammoth bra to the floor revealing two mega-long pale titties resting on her waistline, full and round sprawling with deep purple bruising and crowned with surprisingly small dusky areolas the size of pepperonis and pointy nipples of the same color.

Janie gasps loudly, “HOLY SHIT! I knew you were packing some serious enormous fucking tits, but nothing like this!”

Cord responds, “Whoa! Those are godly,” while rubbing his rock-hard prick and continues, “Now lift them to your mouth and suck on the nipples. Play with them a little for the camera,” Balıkesir Escort Bayan he commended.

Cybil lifts one of her monster-stretched balloons with two hands and licks circles around her small dusky areola before closing her lips around the nipple. After a few seconds, she drops her giant tit to a loud thud across her beer gut and repeats the process to the bulbous companion.

“Hmmm. Now get both tits up to your face and lick them as a cat likes itself.”

Cybil cradles the ridiculous mass of flesh pouring from her chest in her arms, bringing her ginormous udders to her face which hilariously hides her face from view, and drags her slimy tongue over the soft flesh, leaving trails of saliva over her elongated watermelons.

Cord groans, “Jesus…”

“Oh my. I don’t know too many women that can lick their own boobs,” said Janie astonished, and continues, “Then again I don’t know too many women with breasts large enough outside of my old roommate.”

“Oh yeah,” Cord moans, stroking his painfully erected tool through his briefs, and commends Cybil. “Now bring those saggy fat titties over here, wrap them around my cock, and at the same time, suck it.”

Cybil slides her feet out of her shoes and climbs onto her bed wearing only blue jeans and socks. Her mountainous knockers haul across the bedding as she lies down between Cord’s legs. Her eyes are still in mindless awe at the size and thickness of his rampant cock.

“Holy hell, youngun. Only seen dicks this big in porno,” she informed, grabbing the helm of his briefs and lowering them to reveal his big throbbing purple cock to a loud gasp, “HOLY MOLY!”

“Wait until you feel that huge thing inside you,” Janie teased focusing the camera on Cybil’s flabbergasted expression.

After getting over the initial shock, Cybil accumulations her P-cup monster rack around Cord’s pulsing member making his hardened shaft disappear in her chasm of cleavage, and dives her head between her breasts, smoothly sliding her lips up and down a good length of his rock-hard dick. He grunts as the old hag noisily and sloppily devours his member with animalistic-like grunts, wildly thrashing her head around inadvertently motor-boating her gigantic hangers.

Cord groans, “Ohhh shit, this old bitch can suck some dick. Goddamn…” The former gigolo toys with her nipples making the old hag release a series of throaty moans with her mouthful of his luscious thick cock.

“Let’s put some oil on those old puppies for a tit-fuck,” Janie suggested, retrieving a medium-sized bottle of massage oil from her purse.

Cybil begrudgingly lifts her head as Janie pours half the bottle of massage oil on her heavy hangers and Cord’s huge pulsating pillar. She even volunteered to help Cybil rub the oil over her unique set of sagging honkers. After they finish, Cybil slaps her colossal gelatin-like boobs around his stiff manhood, engulfing his shaft, and bounces them up and down with clumsy strokes.

“Ah, ah, aaahhh,” Cord cried as the tiny apartment room is filled with the echoing sounds of slippery flesh on slippery flesh.

Janie’s crotch had been soaked since they begin filming. She zooms in on Cybil using all her strength to slam her gargantuan slabs of oily breast meat onto her boyfriend’s huge helpless cock.

Cord shouts, “OH FUCK, I’m about to cum!” His ball sack tightens as his dick madly twitches between Cybil’s heavy fat saggers. “OOOOOHHH,” he moans in orgasmic bliss. A big white streak of thick cum spurts through Cybil’s greasy gorge of cleavage followed by two more big globs of jism. The rest of his semen factory floods the inside of her cleavage.

After Cord finishes cumming, Cybil opens her massive tit pocket revealing the sticky contents of his scrotum, and wraps her lips around his dick to clean off the spunk residue.

“Let me stand and fuck that mouth of yours,” said Cord. He stands while Cybil kneels in front of him with his spunk sullied and dripping down her elongated knockers. He slides his soft cock in her mouth holding the back of her head with one hand and proceeds to fuck her mouth, pushing his cum-slimed dick into all areas of her mouth. Every couple of minutes, he’ll remove his growing shaft from her slobbery mouth and tease her, slapping his big wet hard boner across her homely face.

“I think she likes it,” Janie observed.

“Oh, you old bitch. Suck on my fucking balls,” Cord ordered lifting his large junk and jingles his big balls level at her mouth.

The old hag wetly sucks one and then the other testicle between her lips, moaning as she stretches his fat nuts from the sack. Cord moans as he further instructs Cybil, “Get them both in that rotten mouth.”

The top-heavy waitress tries to fit both of his thick juicy balls inside her mouth making her cheeks puff like a chipmunk’s.

“Holy shit feels so good,” he moaned in approval. After a minute, he removes his balls from her mouth and slides his throbbing man meat between her lips.

Holding both sides of her head, Cord begins plowing the entire length of his tool inside her Escort Balıkesir moaning mouth, pushing the bulbous purple crown as far back in her throat as possible. The old goat’s throat takes a swift hammering from the fat tip of his cock showcasing her lack of a gag reflex. All the times she sucked off her former landlord have paid off. Her low-hanging knockers flop to and fro on her torso with thunderous slaps.

“Let’s see what that cock looks like ramming her pussy,” Janie suggested, circling the bed to get every angle of Cybil’s mouth stretched over her boyfriend’s large throbbing penis.

Cord pulls his cock from Cybil’s old dick smackers and helps removes her jeans and big granny panties revealing a glistening jungle of sandy brown hair covering her pussy. He positions Cybil sideways stacking one humongous long boob on top of the other as he smoothly pushes a lengthy portion of his unprotected member between her bushy vulva lips making her gasp loudly at the first cock throbbing inside her pussy in 5-6 years.

“Oh fuck! You have such a huge cock stretching my old pussy! ” Cybil cried, feeling the wet lips of her mature womb being stretched to accommodate Cord’s massive cock. Her wet pussy already begins to spasm as he rams his pelvis against her flat ass, feeding the full length of his turgid prick between the hungry and wet folds of her pink domain. “OH! OH! OH! Such a huge cock fucking me! FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!”

Cord holds her leg by her quivering jelly thigh as he smashes balls-deep inside her shuddering tight pussy, feeling the severely moistened flesh massaging his cock through her intense and powerful orgasm. His girlfriend gets a close-up shot of his hard meat plunging deep inside Cybil’s spasming womb with his ball sack slapping wetly against her glistening wooly vulva lips. The wobbling of her colossal floppy hangers is enticing to Cord as he reaches over to slap and grope their vast soft flesh.

Nearly bringing the mature waitress to the blink of another intense orgasm, Cord pulls out briefly to kneel between her legs, plopping her funky feet on his shoulders, pushing his rampant member between the hairy drapes of her throbbing cunt lips. He leans down into a push-up position until the old hag’s smelly feet are above her head and begins plowing his full length, sending Cybil over the edge.

“OH! OH! OH, GOD! OH! OHHHH, SHIT! I ain’t flexible like I used to be, hun! OH FUCK! OHHHH, FUCK!!” she shrieked in pleasure as her orgasmic rapture rocks her body.

Janie moans, “Oh that’s it baby. Fuck her hard. Give her all that large dick,” as she climbs onto the bed behind the humping duo for a shot of her boyfriend’s huge dick slamming with heated velocity inside Cybill’s spasming pussy, even getting her gaping asshole on camera. “Hmmmm, baby. Love watching you fuck her up to your juicy balls. So fucking hot.”

Cord feels the pressure in his bouncing fat sack boiling and her drenched pussy putting a tight squeeze around his thrusting member. He is ready to surrender to his orgasm but wants to end this session in a different position. “I wanna fuck your long-ass titties and cum on your face.”

He pulls his dick out of her hot messy pussy and straddles her midsection, slapping his long throbbing wiener between her mammoth elongated pillows. Together, he and Cybill gather her jumbo P-cup melons and smother his cock in their soft gelatin-like flesh.

“Aaahhh, fuck! These massive ass titties are good for fucking big dicks,” Cord cried in pleasure as he starts pounding the largest and softest set of titties he ever encountered, thrusting at full length and still can’t see the tip of his stiff dick.

“Hmmmm, babe. Fuck those freaky titties,” Janie encouraged standing above Cybill and filming the tit-fucking action from above.

The pleasure of her low-hanging fat jugs wrapped around his throbbing tool has become too unbearable for Cord to continue. He grunts, “Ugghhhh, SHIT! I’m cumming! AUGGGHHH, fuck!”

He quickly lifts and aims his twitching tool toward Cybill’s unpleasant face and fires off his entire filthy load of hot thick spunk on her face, drowning her eyelids, nose, and mouth in his baby batter. “Uuuggghhhhhhhhh!”

After Cord’s orgasm subsides, he and Janie pays Cybill the $1500 for her services and leave her with a face full of cum and exhausted in a pool of sweat.

“Oh god, babe! That was some good fucking. Got my pussy all wet,” Janie moaned rubbing her damped crotch.

“I will take care of you once we get back to the apartment,” he indicated.

“Any idea on who’s next you want to film with?” she asked.

“I do. I spoke with her manager a little while ago. She should be returning to the states in a few days from her tour in Japan,” he replied with a big grin referring to a certain Japanese idol.

A few days after the bachelorette party, the headmistress of the Honey Private Academy for Women Cassandra reset the rules and requirements for the Gigolo Project. She and her Human Resources Department will select young men between the ages of 18-20 with little to no sexual experience and groom them to be gigolos. The grooming and training process will be spearheaded by Demetrius King, now an Executive Director of the Gigolo Project. He retired from the porn business and his part-time job as a stripper to accept Cassandra’s more than generous offer to help run the Gigolo Project.

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Sweet Torture

He had read about Tantric Sex and thought it was an interesting idea; but he doubted if he had the patience or commitment to really enjoy it. On the other hand, he was committed to doing whatever it took to extract the last ounce of pleasure from his partner’s body before she went over the proverbial orgasmic cliff. He was sure that she would be a terrific lover just because of the very inviting and sensuous phone conversations they had enjoyed, but they had never been together physically, and he wanted – no –needed, more. He wanted to see if that infatuation and excitement could stoke his passion for years to come.

As he awoke, he felt his normal morning erection and wished that she was there in his bed with him – another day of frustration. Then he realized that today was special — it was the day he would actually arrive in her town to spend a couple of days with that sexy lady —. This was a day that he had longed for ever since the idea of seeing her after all these years hatched in his brain. They would spend time getting to know one another and building on what they already suspected was a wildfire of passion.

He liked pushing the window during sex, but his overriding rule was that nothing should ever be hurtful, painful or degrading. He enjoyed telling and hearing stories that reflected his fantasies; and he was very much into visual stimulation, since that was the key to his very lively imagination. He often got excited when such visuals kick-started his own ideas. Role playing, soft porn and dress-up were things he had enjoyed for their own sake, but they were just tools to make the physical contact between two consenting adults even more heady.

He might have been partly a voyeur by nature since he enjoyed watching real people (he and his partner) ; living out their passion on camera. He knew that most women lacked the confidence to share their fantasies, and he also knew that it took some time to build confidence in sharing secrets comfortably with one another. He did, however, love to see himself and his partner enjoying their bodies to the fullest — a view that not many couples ever have the confidence to offer as a gift to one another. He had learned that in the right circumtances a camera could be a wonderful way to enhance lovemaking.

As he mused about what might happen that day, he realized that he was approaching “home”. He allowed himself to dwell a minute longer on the possibility of having his fantasies become reality. In a matter of minutes he would be able to smother that special lady in kisses and let his hugs tell her how much he longed to be with her.

As he carefully followed the directions to her house she waited quietly in her soft, plush bed — with the front door open as she had promised. She spoke softly to him and he followed her voice to her candlelit bedroom where he could smell the incense and see only shadows. He quickly dropped his shirt, shoes and pants at her bedside and she lifted the sheets inviting him to join her in her bed.

They spoke little, but their hands hugged, caressed and fondled each other like they were exploring new and exciting territory.. Nothing in the outside world could deter them from the frenzied love making that stretched into the early morning hours. At last, they both lay limp in each other’s arms after multiple climaxes. As they drifted off to sleep she cooed and wished that he could spoon her every night — but quickly reminded herself that she needed to live life to the fullest for the next two days of his visit.

They slept in one another’s arms until nearly noon and then Bolu Escort spent the afternoon doing household chores, having lunch and sightseeing. There was a lot of conversation that only their ears could hear. It was the kind of talk that helped them get reunited and convinced both that “yes”, this was the right thing to do at this moment in time. They laughed about good times, they cried about their losses and they shared their thoughts on a variety of topics – sometimes “firing for effect” to see how the other person would react. She teased. He teased. But both were careful not to hurt the other because they cherished the bond that was forming between them.

When they returned to her house it was dark outside. She helped him settle in to sip a glass of wine and watch the news while she took care of a few things. He noticed that impish look in her eyes but didn’t think anything of it until he heard the bedroom door close and lock. As he sat in front of the TV, he wondered what it was that she was being so private about??? He could hear drawers opening and closing. He heard rustling of bed linens and he heard the water from a brief shower. Other than the low sounds of romantic music, he heard very little for quite some time afterward. He wondered if she had fallen asleep or if she really meant for him to spend the night on the sofa (which would have been fine if that was her preference).

Finally, he heard the click of the door lock and the opening of the door. But before he could look that way, he heard a husky voice command him to look straight ahead. He did as commanded and he soon could smell her perfume and hear the rustle of a night gown or something similar. He also felt the silk of a blindfold against his nose and cheeks plus the warmth and wetness of her tongue in his ear. His member sprang to life immediately, especially when she whispered that he should take her hand and follow her.

He did as he was told and followed his lover to the bedroom. She had ahold of one hand, but with the other he was able to touch the satin of the obviously brief and sexy panties she wore. He could hear the click of her heels on the hardwood floor and her soft giggle as he complied with her every request. The assumption that she was leading him to the bed was quickly proven wrong when she stopped just inside the bedroom door. The door closed firmly and was immediately locked. She instructed him to call her “madam” and made him stand against the bedroom door. He could clearly hear the soft sexy music, smell her perfume and hear the lyrics of the love songs. Somehow, he knew that the room was dark except for the many candles surrounding the bed.

She was leading him with one hand, and he was surprised when she lifted that hand and placed the back of it on the cold surface of the bedroom door. In a matter of seconds, his wrist was secured tightly with a Velcro cuff.

His lover did not allow him the opportunity to say anything because she smothered his lips with warm sensuous kisses that betrayed her excitement and passion. He knew she wanted to be in charge; so even though he tried to question her, she would only put her finger to his lips and tell him to trust her.

She grabbed his other hand and quickly cuffed him to the door with his arms spread wide above his head. If he wasn’t completely convinced of her sweet nature, that would have caused some consternation; but he knew that, like him, her objective was to please him, not hurt him! Yet when “madam” pulled one leg back against the door and he felt a cuff encircle his ankle, he began to wonder? The harness that had him secured at three points was obviously one of the things Bolu Escort Bayan she was preparing while the door to the bedroom was locked.

Then there was quiet. Total quiet.

Finally, he felt her presence near him and felt her wet, warm lips on his. Still she said nothing – just made physical contact so he knew everything was ok. He began to wonder if she was the only other person in the room and he listened hard for any other sound that would give him or her away. Instead, all he heard was the opening and closing of a bathroom drawer and the un-screwing of the lid of the massage cream he had bought for their pleasure.

The first body touch he felt was her thumbs on his nipples, and he squirmed involuntarily. His nipples rose to full salute immediately and protruded through his T-shirt; but as quickly as her sexy hands came, they disappeared leaving him longing for more. He also felt the beginning of a pounding erection and the need to squirm to relieve the discomfort. But before he could do much, he felt her hair lightly brushing his neck and face. A few tantalizing strokes and the closeness of her scent made him want to reach out and kiss her.

Next, out of the silence came the feel of her two hands with fingers spread and moving slowly up his shins and then his thighs — first on the front and then on the inside of his trigger-ready thighs. He hoped that she would move higher and fondle his manhood; but she stopped discreetly just below his testicles. His erection was so strong that it became painful pushing against his underwear and track suit. He didn’t realize it, but a moan escaped him as her hands lingered on his buttocks; and he could feel her breasts as she pushed into him to reach around him. He started to talk but she silenced him and stepped away.

She could tell from his gyrations that he was quickly reaching the point of needing to be set free; but not yet. Instead, she clicked the scissors next to his ear and he stood stock still. He was afraid of what she might do if he had misjudged her and visions raced through his head about her cutting his hair off or mutilating his manhood. Had she not been kissing his neck on the opposite side of where the scissors were, he would have been more afraid; and he could tell from her hot and halting breathing that having him under her control was an aphrodisiac for her. Despite the danger, he could not help but wonder if her panties were becoming wet as she toyed with him.

He was shocked out of his day-dreaming by the feel of her long, sexy fingers playing with his warm up suit draw string. In an instant, she held his balls and manhood in her hand and he could hear her moan as she felt the tool she intended to use so ruthlessly. Other than moaning and squirming, he could do nothing because he knew she held all the cards.

Then he heard the first snip. And then another. He realized that she was holding his stretch pants away from his manhood while she was cutting down the left leg and across his stomach to the right! A few snips up though the draw string and the pants were gone! A few more strokes of the scissors and his underwear also fell away, leaving him standing in front of her with only a very large throbbing erection and a t-shirt. He felt the tease of her warm wet lips on his loins and the heat of her breath as she circled the head of his member with her tongue just once. When he was about to ask her to set him free so he could ravish her body, she withdrew.

When she returned, she made an art form out of touching and teasing his nipples through his t-shirt. Barely touching the ends of them with her Escort Bolu forefingers, she would start in the middle and then slowly circle each nipple several times. When he moaned and moved she flicked them quickly but gently with the sides of her thumbs – never letting them return to their soft state. When he next felt her hands, one was holding his shirt away from his body while the other quickly cut the seams of his t-shirt. Then, he felt both of her hands at the top of the scissor cut, each grabbing a fist full of fabric and literally ripping it from his body! The initial shock gave way quickly to a warm sexy feeling that made him realize that he truly was hers to do with as she pleased.

Her breath was coming is short gasps now as she fondled his naked restrained body. He knew that she was close to coming when she ran her tongue over his nipples and traced his stomach down to his crotch. When she touched or kissed his nipples he too nearly climaxed because the nerve pathways to his penis were unobstructed and running wild with sensations that he had never allowed himself to enjoy. After all, he was being held hostage and tortured – what could he do? Giving in totally seemed like the right thing to do at the moment, and he absorbed as many of the sensations as possible. There were just too many to identify and they ran together in a flood of emotion and passion that he had never experienced.

Again he was shocked back to reality by another sense – his sense of smell. She kissed him fully on the lips and continued to tongue and kiss his nipples until he thought he could stand it no more. He wondered about her. Was she as turned on being the mistress as he was her slave? The answer came in the form of a sweet womanly scent that he knew had come from her soaking panties and been brushed across his face with her fingers. She stopped and he sucked on them. She was quiet as she withdrew her fingers and he could imagine her using those moistened digits to squeeze her own pretty nipples.

Somehow he knew that she had slipped out of all of her clothes except a bra and panties during one of those quiet spells. He broke the silence by asking if it felt good; and she knew he guessed correctly that she was rubbing the outside of her silk panties with her fingers – and occasionally letting one finger slip inside herself. He could tell by the little gasps she let escape and by the occasional bump of her legs against his. Finally, she spoke; but all she did was to moan “yes” and then her body erupted in a forceful orgasm. He felt it too since she had put one hand on either side of his head and was holding onto the door so she would not collapse. As she shook and trembled, he could feel it through the door; but finally her body went slack and clung to his.

As she regained her strength she turned her attention to him once again. He asked “what can I do to please you Mistress”; and she responded by telling him to just stand there like a good slave for a few minutes more. Those few minutes were bliss as she stroked his member with the massage cream he brought. At the same time she gently kissed and touched his nipples – sometimes rolling them between forefinger and thumb – sometimes just sucking on them and then standing off to touch them with only a finger while he struggled to get free.

At one point he sensed her dropping to her knees in front of him and kissing her way up his inner thighs and around his testicles. When he could stand more she seemed to sense it and would tease him some more. He begged to be set free, but she would only kiss him in the most sensitive places and whisper fantasy thoughts in his ear. Finally, he could take no more and his body went ramrod straight as the eruption began deep within his balls and shot out onto her stomach and breasts. When spasm after spasm ended, he hung limp in the cuffs and she finally set him free and helped him to the bed where round two was about to begin ——-

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Pauline had been a widow for over a year. 52 years old and a fitness fanatic. She still had a social life with the friends she shared with her husband. It was exclusively couples and all were older than she was. Pauline was not unhappy but did crave some younger company. Sex with her husband had been very limited but she did miss what they had had.

She had popped into her neighbors to check on them as they had just had their first baby. Tom and Jan had always been friendly and did give her support when her husband died. Pauline was keen to help with the new baby if she could. Never having had children she was a little nervous.

“How are you doing Jan? Is the baby, sorry Rory, doing well?”

“He is doing great but I am very sore and cannot move around easily. Tom is out doing some shopping he should not be long.”

“I would love to help you but am not sure how. Babies scare me a little but if there is anything I can do it would be so nice to repay some of the kindness you have shown me over the last year or so.”

“That is so kind. If I think of something I will definitely ask you. You could just take Rory for me for me while I pop to the toilet.”

Pauline was surprised at how comfortable she was holding the little baby. When Jan returned she had a strange look on her face.

“What’s wrong Jan you look like you are trying to work out a difficult mathematical puzzle? Are you okay, can I help with something?”

“Well I don’t know whether what I am thinking is the most silly idea or not. No I cannot even tell you it is so stupid.”

“Well you can tell me your thought, what harm could that do? If it is silly I can tell you.”

“You don’t understand you might be really offended or upset by my thoughts. We both like you so much I would hate it if I upset you.”

“I will make a promise. I will tell you if the idea is daft but whatever it is it will not upset me. Now spit it out.”

“Well, how can I put this? Here goes. Tom is extremely highly sexed, which is wonderful but I am afraid that me being out of action for weeks or months could be a real problem for him. It was no problem during the pregnancy as he loved the bump and was overjoyed at the increase in the size of my boobs.”

“Eh yes, I understand but how might I be able to help?”

“Would you consider having sex with him?”

Pauline was stunned by the question and she paused before she trusted her voice enough to say anything coherent.

“Even if I said yes what makes you think he would be interested in me? I am about 25 years older than him. Old enough to be his mother.”

“Oh I can promise you he does not see you as a mother figure. We have not talked about you many times but after one discussion I had to punish him by withdrawing privileges for a whole week. He is more guarded in, let’s say, his fulsome praise of you after that. I understand he may not be attractive to you, or even if he is you would not want to sleep with him. I should not have embarrassed you.”

“You are right that I am very embarrassed but it is because I have always found him very sexy and generally gorgeous. It is however a huge leap from there to thinking about getting naked with him. How could you be happy with the idea of us being so intimate?”

“I love Tom and know how difficult it would be for him to go without for weeks or even months. He would not exactly be cheating on me as I would be giving the two of you may blessing. I would be under no pressure to have sex until I am ready. I know he finds you stunning and that would be difficult for me but I trust you both. Please think about it. I will not mention it again unless you raise it.”

“I promise to think about and give you an answer whatever I think. Will you mention it to Tom?”

“No it would be cruel beyond believe to get him all excited as you might well say no. It could spoil the friendship we all have.”

Later that evening Pauline was still thinking about nothing but the opportunity offered to her by Jan. She realized that she had completely shut her sexuality down since her husband had died. She had not thought about sex and had not masturbated since. It scared her how alive she felt and that she was feeling very Beylikdüzü Escort aroused. She had known almost immediately that she would not turn down the proposal. She was now desperate to talk to Jan and offer herself for anything Tom could dream up. She picked up the phone but realized with a baby that Jan would not appreciate a call at 9 in the evening.

An hour later she was in bed. Sleep was hard to find and when it did arrive she suffered erotic dreams/thoughts that were completely alien to her. In the morning she paced up and down until she thought it was late enough to go next door. She was a little thrown when Tom answered the door and invited her in leaving her to chat with Jan.

“How did your night go? Did Rory sleep well and more importantly how did you do Jan?”

“Really well if two periods of two hours or less is good. The breastfeeding means there is little or nothing Tom can help with.”

“I thought I would let you know I would be delighted to help you as we discussed yesterday if you have not changed your mind?”

“Oh Tom will be so excited about that. It would make me so happy to see a smile on his face.”

Tom came into the room carrying three cups of tea.

“What will bring a smile to my face, my little milk dispenser?”

“After that comment I am not sure whether to tell you the exciting news. I tell you what if you answer this next question honestly I will tell you what we are talking about. The question is what do you think about Pauline particularly her body?”

“Oh Jan you can’t embarrass the poor man like that. But more you cannot embarrass me by asking me to listen to his answer.”

“You know Jan that I have always loved you and your body more than anyone else.”

“Nice try now answer the question.”

“You know I have always found Pauline attractive. You have a great figure Pauline I have always admired it.”

“I know that your answer is true but use some of the descriptive words you have used when talking to me before. What did you say about her bottom, her boobs and her legs? Trust me you will regret it if you bottle your reply.”

“You are being really mean to Tom, Jan. The poor man cannot win and it is getting me quite flustered.”

“I think if he knew the prize for answering this honestly he would have you more than flustered.”

“I have called your bottom peachy and very spankable. Your boobs as perfect with the most suckable nipples I have ever seen. Your legs a beautiful staircase to heaven. Sorry Pauline I apologies for being so inappropriate. There just how much trouble am I in?”

“None from me. I not sure about the spankable bit but you have just made an old girl very happy.”

“Trust me when I say that even that answer was the cleaned up version but it was at least honest. I think we should tell him about our discussion and your decision. Please tell him everything.”

“I wish I could but I am much to embarrassed to tell him. Please explain it to him as you did to me.”

‘Okay. Given that I am out of commission sexually for a while I asked Pauline if she would consider being intimate with you. Whether she would make love to you, have sex with you.”

“I think we all know what being intimate means. I am really shocked by the idea. Did you really agree to it Pauline? If so it was not out of pity was it?”

“No I did not agree to it, I was stunned by how excited I was about it. I have thought about nothing else for the last day. I see you are hesitant. I completely understand if you think it is a bad idea. I am scared that having done nothing sexual for over a year I will be a basket case in bed.”

“My hesitation is not concerns about you, your performance or your attractiveness. It is that I have never been unfaithful and I might enjoy it too much. Nothing is more important to me than Jan.”

“Right you two. I am going to stop you from dancing around the maypole. Tom will be knocking on your door at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon. I want to hear that you fucked each other stupid. I want to hear that as long as you are both walking you will want to do it the next day too. Do you understand?”

There were no more than embarrassed nods from Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan both of them. Pauline stayed for only a few more minutes, as she was afraid the couple would sense her high state of arousal.

If the previous 24 hours had been difficult for Pauline the next were worse. Before her marriage she had felt sexually aware for much of the time but this had faded gradually as married life had dulled her senses. What she was experiencing now was perpetual awareness or almost perpetual arousal.

She spent all morning trimming her pubic hair until it was almost non-existent. She realized that sexual practices had changed since she was Tom’s age and decided as a precaution to give herself two enemas to ensure that if things turned to anal she would not be embarrassed about cleanliness. During the second enema she was really afraid that she would orgasm, as the feeling of fullness was very stimulating. Finally she made herself up as if preparing to go out on a date. Just before 2 o’clock she had to make the decision whether to change her very wet panties for a dry pair. She knew he would find wet panties exciting but felt embarrassed and slutty with the wet pair on. Dry ones won the day.

Her heart raced and her mouth dried when the front door bell rang. She could hardly make her legs propel her to answer it.

“Tom, I am so scared I am not sure I can go through with this.”

“You do not need to worry. If you do not wish to do anything that is fine. If you are just nervous we can take it really slowly. Maybe just a massage today and move forward when and if you are ready.”

“Oh thank you that helps so much to know I am not under pressure to perform. I am scared you will hate my body, it has been so long since a man saw me naked for the first time.”

“Your body could never disappoint me. I have seen you sunbath and wow, just wow. If you are nervous of getting naked why don’t you just give me a sensuous massage? I am nervous too but would love a little pampering.”

Having dressed herself so that undressing would be exciting she went to change while Tom stripped and laid himself on top of the towel on the bed. He laid on his front with no clothes on. She was not sure whether to wear a dressing gown but plumped instead for her gym kit. Three quarter length leggings with no thongs and a top that was little more than a tight bra. She felt sexy but also safe.

She was stunned when she saw Tom naked. She had expected it but was shocked at the muscular back and the taut surprisingly large backside. She had taken a course in sports massage but had never massaged a man before. While her whole body was still as excited as if she was actually making love her brain had calmed so she was able to pour some oil onto his back and start the massage.

The tension eased from his body almost straight away as he gave out a long deep sigh. She worked almost professionally starting with his shoulders and back then moving to his legs and feet. There was nothing sexual until she moved to his bottom. It was as she applied deep massage to both of his cheeks at the same time and the dark crinkled skin of his anus peeked into view more and more. She deliberately worked in towards his anus to get a better view.

She recharged her fingers with the oil before returning to his bottom. This time she abandoned massage and gently played the pads of her fingers over the dark hole. He wondered many times whether she would just enter the lubricated hole but it never quite came. She sensed his breathing change and knew he was loving it.

“Time for you to turn over so I can massage your front.”

“Are you sure you are ready for this Pauline? Do not feel pressured.”

“If you don’t turn over I will turn you over myself. Oh that is beautiful. I haven’t seen one that beautiful in years. I see you enjoyed my playing with your bottom. I was worried that I might be phased by my first new cock in years but it is lovely I want to hold it and eat it. But let’s keep the pace nice and slow.”

Her massage of his chest and legs was briefer than his back as she was so aware of his erect cock. Eventually she could resist no longer and after applying Escort Beylikdüzü oil directly to his prick she started to massage it. The word massage did not describe it. She masturbated him blatantly with great enthusiasm as his eyes misted over and closed.

He was rock hard with the head now a deep purple. She wanted to excite him, she wanted to take him in her mouth, and she wanted to make him explode. She didn’t want this time to end and knew an orgasm would change everything. She was completely unable to make a decision. She carried on with one hand gently stroking his cock. Her other hand went to his balls and teased them gently. There was no pretense of massage now particularly as her finger moved from his balls to his anus.

It only just entered his bottom until it found his prostate. If she knew anything about sex she knew about the prostate. It was the one thing her husband was really into. She worked Tom’s until he lost any ability to resist. Her hand on his shaft slackened and her thumb played just below the head of his cock.

He knew he would cum but had no idea when she would allow him to. She knew exactly where he was and that if she denied him now it would be cruel beyond believe. She also realized that if she carried on her dripping pussy would find no relief tonight. It was less than a minute before the first squirt exploded and hit the headboard behind him. The second hit his hair and face.

She had never seen anything like it. It took her excitement to new levels. She had produced a sensational orgasm in Tom. He was still in the throes of his orgasm but it was now a dribble. From nowhere she found herself taking his slightly wilting prick into her mouth. She did not know why but she just needed to do it.

A wave of disappointment hit her as she realized that she would enjoy no fucking tonight. She would probably not even have an orgasm today. Her spirit was lifted when the head of his prick grew quickly in her mouth. He couldn’t could he? Her husband had been unable to perform for hours not minutes after an orgasm. She didn’t get her hopes up too much until she realized that not only the head was hard but also he had a full wonderful erection in only a minute or two.

“I think it is time for you to get naked. That was beautiful but I hope you are happy to let me see, enjoy and fuck your beautiful body.”

“Are you really up for fucking me after that orgasm? It looked so fantastic and exciting can you really keep it up?”

“Don’t you worry about me? I think you need me to get you ready. Would you like me to go down on you? You must need a little excitement before I fuck your pussy? Let me take those sexy clothes off. Oh my I was wrong you look more than ready. You are looking wonderful down there. I want to lick you or fuck you.”

“Stop talking, don’t waste time. I am going to get on top of you and swallow your prick in my very hungry excited pussy.”

She did just what she said. She was desperate for some odd reason to take his prick fully in one push. He was too big for her to do that and it was about half a dozen hard thrusts before his prick was worrying her cervix.

“Fuck you are big and so hard. I have forgotten what that is like. Please don’t fuck me yet I think I will cum too quickly and spoil it. Thank you just let me fuck you. Oh my husband never played with my nipples, that is heavenly. I don’t want to cum yet but fuck that is so, sooo good. I cannot stop it I am going to, I am going to cum. Please cum with me.”

She appeared almost demented as she started fucking so quickly he was afraid she would hurt herself. He just managed to keep hold of her nipples but her violent movement meant he had to squeeze them very hard.

“That was amazing. That was better than, it was better than,…….. it was just beautiful thank you. You haven’t cum again have you, sorry.”

“You are right that was amazing, just amazing. Don’t worry if you just stay where you are I will cum deep in your wonderful pussy.”

He just fucked her with no urgency until he almost gently came deep in her pussy, thanking her for a beautiful time.

With Jan’s complete support Jackie and Tom enjoyed very regular sex. Jackie experienced new things that she had never even thought of. Tom loved developing and widening his older neighbors sexual horizons. Months later when Jan was fully re-commissioned Jackie would regularly join the couple and always left feeling deeply sexually satisfied. Her sex life had changed forever, for the better.

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My patients on Friday came in with their usual complaints, but eagerly anticipating tonight’s events, I found it easy to empathetically embrace each woman’s concern: screening for infections in a sex worker, sharing the joy with a first-time mother in hearing her baby’s heartbeat, providing birth control pills and comfort to a teenager in her grief over an unfaithful boyfriend.

At 6 PM, after my last patient had departed, and with my chart work completed, I returned home. I got the house ready, showered and dressed, took one last look around, then departed for the club and what was going to be the most unusual milonga evening of my life.

As was etiquette for an Argentine Tango milonga, I danced three dances with each tanguero, then, during the brief break before the next three-song set, marked by a short piece of music called a cortina, I cast my gaze about, locked eyes with another dancer, nodded, and waited his approach.

Seamus was one of my favored partners, but unlike previous nights where our movements matched perfectly, tonight’s first of three dances betrayed our nervousness. By the third song, though, we were on track, portending good things for our evening to come.

The milonga went on, but I had danced enough. I left first. Seamus had one more tanguera he wanted to dance with. He promised to follow shortly.

I drove home, still not believing my good fortune, wondering how and why the Universe had been so good again to Autumn Reynes, a recently single, almost fifty-year old woman.

Actually, I’m forty-nine, but that’s only my chronological age. Emotionally, I am somewhere in my late teens or early twenties, meaning that my moods are mostly controlled with an on/off switch, but I am forever intending to put in a rheostat.

Physically, I’m in my mid thirties. That’s because I’ve done all the right things for myself: I eat really well; work at a job that I generally love and don’t feel stressed by; regularly practice secular Buddhism; and–my true secret to youthfulness–I dance with abandon.

Which brings me to one of the great ironies in life. I’m spirited and attractive, I’ve been a good mother to our two children and a devoted wife to my husband, Finn, for twenty-nine years, and yet, three years ago, he walked out on me to be with another married woman who in turn walked out on her husband to be with him.

If you talk with Finn and get his version of our marriage, like a good journalist might do, you will find, like with all human relationships, there are complexities. Perhaps you might well appreciate his point of view. Maybe even like it better than mine. But no matter what you conclude, I still feel there was something very wrong in how this young-minded middle-aged woman was treated.

I did date someone a year after Finn left me, and while Liam could dance, he couldn’t cook, clean, or, worst of all, carry on an intimate conversation. After almost a year together, we broke up. Which made me think, what do I really want, anyway? With my kids grown and gone, and being completely on my own, with no one to answer to but myself, I am in a really enviable state. With one exception: I miss a sexual connection with a man.

Which in turn brings me to Seamus, another of those Irishmen I seemed destined to fall for. I met Seamus dancing. He was the perfect leader for me: tall, thin, relatively good looking, with a little gray in his beard and a trifle thinning in his scalp. But best of all (there’s a worst of all, too, unfortunately), he has this uncommon quality in a man of being able to converse sensitively with me about any subject. This I know because we had the opportunity to spend an afternoon together in my kitchen last fall making jalapeno jam, which we call “JJ.”

That’s the other thing I do well–garden and can. Without going into detail like most gardening fanatics do, I will spare you the litany of vegetables and fruits that I grow, and the bragging of how I either eat them fresh out of the ground and off the vine, bush, or tree or preserve everything for use throughout the winter like a Barbara Kingsolver locavore.

I will tell you, instead, that I gave a little jar of last year’s JJ to Seamus one summer’s night while we were dancing Salsa. Being the curious sort, he inquired as to how to make it, and I invited him over so that he could find out. (Or perhaps it was the other story I told him that piqued his interest more –of how Finn and I made JJ one year. I wore gloves to cut the jalapenos, but Finn did not, and later that afternoon, when we made love, I was hotter down there than I had ever been, and realized it was from Finn’s peppered touch. Not even his cream could soothe the burning, though! Maybe I should have taken that as a sign that he wasn’t able to care for me as I really needed him to.)

So, this past autumn, Seamus and I were standing side by side at the kitchen counter, the sun pouring in, how did Joni Mitchell say it, “like butterscotch,” slicing open the shiny green peppers, Balıkesir Escort extracting the seeds, and dicing them into little picante moieties for boiling in a broth of sugar and vinegar. As we worked, we talked. That’s when I found out the worst thing–he was married.

At dances, where we usually saw each other, we didn’t talk. We just danced and went home. But here in my kitchen, we did.

And in our conversation, he was completely frank about some of the conflicts he and his wife had had, which made it only natural for me to tell him about my marital saga.

With the heat of the stove and the fumes from the cooking peppers, it was logical for me to feel a little perspiration along my upper lip and forehead, maybe even in my axilla, but why, I wondered, were dew droplets also appearing in my nether regions.

And that’s when it occurred to me. Building relationships, new ones especially, are a lot like making JJ. You think you know what you’re doing. You have a recipe or a method that has brought you some measure of success in the past, and you follow it. But jalapenos are not always the same in size, color, or flavor. Same with the sweet bell peppers you cook with them. So you need to sample the pot while you’re boiling, for hotness, sweetness, and body, to decide if there’s a need to add more sugar or vinegar or peppers.

Similarly with men–and Seamus specifically. I had a fanciful notion come to me while making JJ. I was feeling an attraction for him. Maybe it was only an unconscious tugging back then. Perhaps it wasn’t a conscious desire until a week or so later, when, upon returning from work one evening, I found Seamus’ gift hanging in one of those plastic grocery bags by its handles on my back door.

I had mentioned to him on that JJ day that I had begun reading erotica (Why had I said that, to a relative stranger, I wondered afterward. How well was I sampling what was boiling in the pot?) I told him I wanted some well-written material, but there were obstacles. Because I lived in a small town, going to the local bookstore and buying erotica just wasn’t going to happen. Plus, I like to hold the book that I’m reading, not use an e-reader. And I wanted to support my local mom and pop store rather than ordering online.

To my shock and delight (maybe I was tasting my brew pretty well after all!), he had related his love of erotica, too, and offered to loan me some of his editions of Best Women’s Erotica, which he had been collecting since 2000, when it was first published. “This could be the start of a beautiful relationship,” I cheered as I opened the bag to count four BWE anthologies. And my fantasies about Seamus went wild.

In fairness, I have to add that in addition to being an impediment to some things, small towns can also be a single woman’s best friend. Certainly it was to this single woman–conniving a fling, which like most affairs, would likely go awry and potentially cause a lot of hurt feelings.

It turned out, a week after my present’s arrival, that my neighbors up the road, Dawn and Dan, who knew Seamus and his wife, Lillie, invited me to a party. So, I got to meet Lillie, too.

To my surprise, she was actually quite nice, easy to converse with, and not at all reluctant to voice an opinion on any subject. As we both worked in the healthcare field, in women’s health as a matter of fact, we had innumerable stories to share about women and birth control, women with weight out-of-control, shaving folliculitis, piercing problems, and eventually about sex–with men, because we were both happy being straight–and of course marriage, marital discord, devotion, dalliance, and divorce. She soon learned the details of my marriage and its dissolution, and I learned all about hers and Seamus’ and their past struggles with the three Cs: connection, communication, and commitment.

With that conversation, it became clear to me how heartless my initial impulse had been, while slicing and dicing jalapenos, to try to prove how unworthy a person Lillie was and how Seamus was much more suited to being in a relationship with me.

After meeting Lillie and finding a sisterhood between us, I had needed to revise my thinking quite a bit, and, rather than act in a bitter, vengeful way, doing to her what another woman had done to me, it was time to add some sugar to the pot.

Lillie and I seemed to have found out in a short time, how simpatico we might be. Just how so was something I wanted to more fully discover. And how my friendship would evolve with Seamus was completely uncertain as well. Building both relationships would take time, I knew, as I left the party that afternoon.

Getting to know Lillie better didn’t happen over a couple of chats. Like friendships that are solid, they grow slowly with dedicated time spent together, over months, sometimes even years. The party at Dan and Dawn’s had first introduced us to each other, but over the succeeding months, Lillie and I developed an intimacy Balıkesir Escort Bayan and honesty that I had only rarely felt in the half-dozen or so women friends I had made over my lifetime.

Which meant I had two things to look forward to during each and every week: dancing with Seamus every Tuesday night, and dining with Lillie every Thursday, as Seamus worked those evenings and Lillie was therefore alone.

Ahh, dancing with Seamus. Being rather tall myself, and willowy, our bodies fit well into each other’s with the close embrace of the Tango. In fact, because Seamus kept his axis so perfectly weighted and his frame so solid, it was quite easy for me to maintain the connection, my chest against his, my breasts flattening against the ridge of what I could only imagine were the well-developed pectorals of a man working out.

It’s difficult to describe the sensation to someone who has never danced the Tango. Like all partner dances, your combined goal is to move as one. However, rather than executing patterned steps, one right after another, the leader leading and the follower following, in the Tango there is lead and follow for sure, but each movement is improvised based on one’s posture, one’s partner, the music, and the surrounding dancers. The leader invites the follower in a direction, places their weight on left or right foot, but allows them to take some liberties in exactly how they get to where the leader is directing them to go. In many ways, it is a perfect yin-yang form of dance, with a duality and a delicious freedom in the give and take.

Feeling Seamus’ right arm around my back and his chest’s warmth radiating through my front as we do back ochos, cicadas, volcadas, and crosses to wonderful traditional or contemporary music, is the most divine experience I can imagine. (Well, there might be something else just as divine, but I wasn’t currently experiencing it!)

So…full of affection for Seamus from the previous Tuesday, come Thursday, I either entertained Lillie at my house or we got together at hers. Over a meal we would talk lightly about our work-days, but eventually delve into the more personal and interesting, especially when the topic of Seamus was raised.

I clearly had an obsession with him, and whether Lillie sensed it or not, there were things about him I just had to find out. Or at least one thing specifically: I wanted to know what sex with Seamus was like–for him and Lillie, that is. After the party, I vowed I was not going to do something that might break up a marriage. But fantasies do no harm, after all. And learning about their physical intimacy was going to make it more fun for me to go to bed at night.

All right. Let the pepper brew simmer, I’d find myself saying. Turn the burner down. Despite my need, this was going to have to happen at Lillie’s pace, and so I had to temper my queries.

Which I had done. Although I have to confess that the Sancerre which I brought over to her house just last night might have improved the yield.

She was in a particularly jovial mood, things having gone well at work all week; she was off the next day, and had little reason to limit her intake of what turned out to be her favorite wine. After some light-hearted banter, I broached the subject of a personal concern, about a time when Finn had suggested a threesome with me and a woman friend of his. I had rejected Finn’s offer, and wondered if that was part of the reason that he grew disinterested in me and eventually left.

Although Lillie was quick to defend my decision, she admitted with a little flush of embarrassment, (or was it from her third glass of wine?) that Seamus had made a similar request a dozen years or so ago, and she had reluctantly agreed to trying it. With a simultaneous dread in my gut and quickening of my pulse, I asked Lillie to tell me more, and Lillie, relieved to be given the chance to at long last tell someone about it, spared me no detail.

“Her name was Jean,” she began, “a friend of Seamus’ from art school. A redhead–maybe a brunette who colored her hair, because her pubic hair–that which there was–was definitely brown. She was cute, but a little worn looking, wearing makeup to cover up the effects of too many years in the sun.

“She was a petite,” Lillie continued, “a couple of sizes smaller than I, but her breasts were larger. Her legs were shaved, her crotch, too, except for a little tuft on top. I was the opposite: no makeup, large eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle, full crop of axillary hair, and long, unruly pubes. Seamus says he likes the androgynous features about me.”

I couldn’t help but love Lillie, feeling comfortable enough to reveal to me these things about herself. Could I do the same? What would she think of me, shaving my armpits, waxing my eyebrows and legs, and still trimming my pubic hair, even though I had no man to titillate. Alas, I sighed. Maybe Lillie and I were more different than I had originally suspected.

“I Escort Balıkesir told Seamus that I had agreed to this threesome once and only once,” Lillie forged ahead. “I felt the need to draw a line, else who knows how Seamus or Jean might interpret our menage for any future reunions.

“I knew I was going to have trouble relaxing that night, so I needed to smoke. Seamus had to acquire a little stash, which he had done, and the three of us got stoned after supper and just let things happen.”

I couldn’t believe how wet I was becoming. I had flatly turned down Finn’s request for a trio, yet I was hanging on every word of Lillie’s, sitting forward on my couch cushion, and finding this as real as Lillie had: two pairs of hands initially rubbing all over her, then one pair brushing her scalp hair, the other attempting to straighten her unruly pubes using, as styling gel, the wetness seeping from between her vulvar folds. Finding her clitoris in the process, Jean had teased it, then tickled it, bringing her to the brink, before gently backing off.

The three traded places, with new sets of hands or mouths finding the pleasures in the tautness of a nipple or the tumescence of a penis. Seamus sounded massive, the way the two women apparently leap-frogged with their mouths up and down his shaft, taking turns bringing him, too, to that precarious edge.

Finally, with Jean rolling Lillie’s nipples between her fingers and tonguing her mouth as deeply as Seamus was plunging into her vagina from behind, Lillie gasped in release as Seamus unloaded his milky treasure into her vault.

Still full of eros, Seamus turned his attention to Jean, took her womanhood into his mouth, brought her to pleasurable screams and shouts, then a prolonged period of heavy gasps and sighs.

Jean reciprocated by making sure that there was no drop of semen left unspoken for, licking it off Seamus limpness and then out of Lillie, which, combined with Seamus’ earlier priming penetration, brought Lillie to another really lively orgasm.

I was dizzy. My breaths were coming a little too quickly for me to hide my arousal. Nonverbally, I was telling Lillie too much. She took my hand, looked deeply into my eyes, and apologized for revealing all too many details.

Not able to contain myself, I blurted out, “I have never done anything even remotely close to that,” then sighed, “and I guess I never will.”

I let my eyes fall toward the floor, embarrassed to meet Lillie’s, after having confessed that my sexual life with Finn had been tame and tepid, by comparison–and implying, once again, that our divorce was on account of me lacking a sense of adventure.

Lillie read my mind. “Yeah, it may have been good that one little sliver of time. But the aftershocks, the problems for Seamus and I that followed. Initially, it wasn’t worth it. Our relationship suffered for many years. We can joke about it now, but we couldn’t back then.

“Whenever Seamus felt art sales weren’t going well, or his creativity was faltering, he would make the case for revving up his sexual energy, from where he felt his creativity flowed. He would get these outlandish ideas for new sexual escapades, which I would refuse to embrace, making him feel rejected and leaving me feeling unwilling, undaring, and sexually conservative.

“We’ve come a long way in our understanding of each other, in stretching toward each other, in going part way–and that has let us try some new things, without putting us on the precipice.”

“Did you ever have an experience like that again?” I asked in a faltering voice.

“No, not exactly,” she began, and in the next half hour she related more about their journey. Initially it was only Seamus’, but she later joined him, to explore the ancient eastern tradition of Tantra. Through the practice of High Sex, as Margot Anand referred to it, she and Seamus had gotten a lot closer, had become more intimate, and more willing to play with other ideas and notions.

“Neither of us are into having secretive affairs or in swinging,” Lillie continued, “but we were talking the other night…”

And what she then said completely blind-sided me. That’s not strong enough language. And it’s the wrong metaphor too. What Lillie offered to me was like not having to die to go to heaven. It was like the last scene in The Big Chill, where Sarah lets her best friend, Meg, who’s single, getting older, and trying to conceive, have her husband, Harold, for the night.

I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop hugging Lillie either. Sobbing, the grief of being left by my husband, which I hadn’t ever fully relinquished, poured out of me, into the lap of this woman who had made a most generous gift of kindness, who had risked her marriage in a threesome over a decade ago, and was now offering something that in my mind could be as risky, yet doing it for a love that I had never felt from another woman.

“I can’t accept,” I managed to say, after dozens of tissues were soaked through and Lillie’s poor shoulder wore the stain of my tears.

“We both want this, ” Lillie simply stated. “I do, and I know you do, too.”

She was pure goodness. I wanted to be like her. Secure. Confident. Generous. So full of love. And I will be, some day, I promised myself.

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Samantha’s back by request! If you’d like, check out her other adventures, which include: “Samantha Meets The ADT Rep”, “College Girls Take On Developers”, and “Negotiating My Prenuptial Agreement”

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On Monday, Samantha got the call around noon.

“Can you get to Chattanooga this week?” she was asked.

“Sure, what’s the job she was brought in to help convince potential litigants to settle cases.

“Well,” the voice replied, “We have a worker who apparently got injured in a warehouse; he was goofing off with his friends and fell, but the company still has some exposure.”

“How much exposure? and more importantly, how much to settle?” Samantha asked.

“The lawyers think it’s probably around a $200,000 case, plus another $100,000 in fees; they want it wrapped up quickly because they’re in negotiations to sell and the potential liability is holding things up.”

“They’re willing to give you 60% of what they save; so if you can get him to sign quickly, even for the full 200, you’ll pocket 60 grand, not bad for a trip to Chattanooga.” He clarified.

“And if I bring it in under 200?” She asked.

“Don’t get greedy; speed is important, but the 60% holds. Bring it in at 100, and you’ll pocket, hang on, let me do the math, around $120,000, based on their $300,000 estimate to settle.”

“I’m in,” she answered. “E-mail me the details.”

The details weren’t difficult. It was a simple injury case, mainly caused by the guy himself, but while in the warehouse, on company equipment. His name was Jake, early 50’s, with a live-in girlfriend, who seemed to be more of the problem. The girlfriend, Jordan, was the one demanding a million dollars, calling the company practically every day, rejecting conversations to settle, and threatening to go to the media and bring in big law firms. She knew she’d need to get Jordan out of the way in order to get this done.

After a few Google searches, Samantha learned that Jordan was in her mid 40’s and had been living with Jake a few years; she had a few thousand in credit card debt, no savings to speak of and probably thought that Jake’s accident was her lottery ticket.

Samantha dialed the number on the file that she had been sent and wasn’t surprised when a female answered. “My name is Samantha with the Trask could you please tell me whom I should speak to regarding Jake Webber’s injury settlement?”

“I’m his girlfriend Jordan, and you can talk to me,” came the reply, “But just know that we’re looking for a million dollar settlement. He’s hurt bad.”

Samantha knew that he wasn’t; she’d seen the reports where they had been doctor shopping, trying to make it out to be worse than it was, but she didn’t let on.

“I understand, Jordan, and I’d like to get you everything you deserve, if you can gather all medical documents, and mail me copies, I’d be happy to schedule a time to review them, um, probably early next year.” She stated this knowing Jordan would lose it.

“Next year!” she explained, “I, I mean we, we need the money now.”

Samantha had her right where she wanted her; “Well, we’ll need to review the documents, then have our medical advisors review it, then forward that to your attorneys for review; then when we’ve reached agreement, we’ll get on a court schedule so they can approve it. It can be a long, tedious process,” she said sympathetically. “Who is your attorney, by the way? I can reach out to them as well.”

Jordan stupidly said that she didn’t have one yet because they were all asking for 30% or more of a settlement if they represented them and she thought that was too high.

Samantha knew that was the standard range, but replied that it sounded high to her as well.

She then added, as if they were pals now, “You know what Jordan, we may be able to help each other out.”

“How?” Jordan’s interest was piqued.

Samantha explained. “Well, I have an opening tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. If you come by the office with a medical report, I’ll try to walk it through, cut out all the red tape, and get approval to cut the check. You could leave with the Bodrum Escort check tomorrow. I’ll get to clear the case off my log and you’ll get the money tomorrow. We’ll still have paperwork to do as the agreement makes its way through the system and you’ll need to take it back to Jake to sign, but you’ll be set tomorrow.”

She had repeatedly stressed tomorrow many times so she knew that all Jordan was thinking about was that. She had also let it be known that Jake wasn’t expected which Jordan liked because she knew she could make a better deal.

Just as Samantha had planned, Jordan said, “7:00 is too early; I’m in Chattanooga; I can get to Atlanta around lunchtime; how about that?

Samantha pretended to be checking her calendar and apologized that only 7:00 a.m. worked.

“Oh I have an idea,” she added as an afterthought, “Hang on a second.”

Samantha let Jordan sit a while and then returned; “This is great; I got approval to put you in the Marriott, Peachtree Center, tonight. We’ll cover everything. You can drive town tonight, and we’ll get it all settled tomorrow. You’ll have to pack now to beat traffic, and don’t forget the medical records. Just tell them your name at the hotel desk. I’ll meet you in the hotel lobby at 7:00 in the morning.”

“That sounds great,” Jordan answered, she could hardly believe her luck, the money was almost hers.

Samantha called her friend Brittany who went by the Marriott and got a room. She went up to the room and left some drink coupons on the desk as well as a gift card to a restaurant across the street and a note stating she had a 6:30 reservation, Brittany then went and left an envelope for Jordan with the keys inside so that they’d be available when Jordan arrived in a few hours.

Jordan was packing and getting on the road. She told Jake where she was going but no one else. Any attorney would have known this sounded odd, but Jordan was greedy and didn’t want to check with one, not that she had time to anyway.

Jordan headed down I-75 to Atlanta while Samantha drove the opposite way.

At 6:30, Samantha rang the doorbell at Jake’s house, and after a few minutes, the door opened.

Jake stood in the doorway, using a crutch, and asked said “hello.”

Samantha stuck out her hand and introduced herself; she asked if he was Jake and if Jordan was around.

Jake replied that Jordan was headed to Atlanta, and then said, “What was your name again?”

“Samantha,” she softly replied.

Jake was taking her in from head to feet and couldn’t help notice her looks. Samantha is 5′ 8″ with chestnut shoulder length hair and a perfect figure. She had light makeup on that accented her eyes, and a trim fitting suit that made it impossible not to notice her breasts. Her stockings and 4″ heels were sexy but not slutty so Jake, while noticing, didn’t suspect anything sordid.

“Uh, I think she’s on the way to Atlanta to meet you,” he added, somewhat confused.

“Oh, dear,” Samantha pretended to be upset, “She must not have gotten my message that I could come meet tonight. And I’ve driven all this way. I’ll just go back and meet with her tomorrow.”

“Ok,” Jake nodded as he took one more look at Samantha.

Samantha thought he might actually close the door, so she quickly added, “You know, I’ve been driving a few hours; any chance I might use your restroom?”

“Of course you can,” Jake agreed as he opened the door all the way.

Samantha glided in and followed Jake’s directions into a restroom off of the hall. As she refreshed her lipstick she made a quick note of the home, its contents and its upkeep. Jake and Jordan were living a modest, comfortable life, and though Jordan seemed money hungry, Jake looked content. His truck was a few years old and his furniture and household items appeared standard and well used.

She returned to the living room and Jake was still standing, probably about to return to the door with her, so she asked, “Last thing I promise, maybe a glass of water or lemonade?”

She smiled hopefully as Jake answered, “Oh, of course, where are my manners? In the fridge in the kitchen.”

He pointed to the next Bodrum Escort Bayan room and began to walk towards it.

Samantha quickly spoke “No, no, you sit here in your chair; please don’t hobble about on my account; I’ll get it; I’ll get us each one.”

She motioned to the chair while giving a serious look that subconsciously said that this wasn’t up for discussion as Jake opened his mouth to answer but paused and then sat in his chair.

Samantha left her briefcase and a courier bag on the coffee table where Jake could see them but not reach them and then went to the kitchen.

She found some lemonade in the fridge and poured a couple of glasses with ice. She then pulled a couple of blue pills from her shirt pocket, crushed them and stirred it the powder into one of the glasses. She found the sugar jar and stirred in a little to mask any taste.

She returned to the living room, handed Jake the lemonade with extra ingredients and sat across from him.

She sipped her drink and said, “I apologize again for this mishap; I hope you’re not inconvenienced.”

“I’m not, I think you only inconvenienced yourself. I hope it wasn’t Jordan’s mistake though.” He said.

“Just got our wires crossed I guess,” Samantha softly added as she stretched back slightly and glanced at the ceiling.

She remained in that position, allowing Jake to appreciate her chest for a few seconds and then looked back into his eyes. “I’m sorry if I’m staring; you remind me of a teacher I had in school;” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “Just between you and me, I had a little crush on him.”

Taken aback, Jake commented, “So what’s in your courier bag?”

“Oh just the settlement forms,” she replied nonchalantly, “Jordan is looking to approve them quickly. I guess she can do it tomorrow.”

“Can I see them? I’m curious.” Jake asked.

Samantha eyed him a while, like she was deciding, before replying, “Well, I think Jordan said she wanted to do it, not you.”

She gave a weak smile as though she felt badly about it.

“What? But I want to see it; it’s my injury after all.” He insisted.

Samantha slowly responded, “Maybe if we call Jordan since she’s in charge,” she began.

Jake jumped in as she knew he would. “We’re not calling anyone; it’s my injury and my settlement, not hers.”

This was perfect, she thought. She’d made him think it was his idea not to call her. Silly boy.

“You’re absolutely right;” Samantha nodded and began unzipping the courier bag.

She pulled out a few papers and moved over next to him. She knelt next to his chair and set the papers on his lap.

“The top one just says that you’re the one who was injured and that you want to see these and act on your own behalf, rather than let Jordan do it. Sign this so I don’t get in trouble and we’ll go on.” She stated matter of factly as she handed him a pen.

And just like that in a matter of a couple of seconds he had signed away his right to additional representation as Samantha bit her lip knowing she had him.

She took that paper and got up and moved back to the bag and placed it inside. She paused and sipped her drink. Jake was watching and reflexively took his drink in his hand and gulped his as well.

Samantha moved back towards him; this time positioning herself in front of him. As she leaned over his lap, she laid out several pages of supposedly comparable cases and started explaining each incident, very detailed info on each and the lengthy process of settling them. She further explained the dollar amounts and stressed with each the 30 or 40% fee that the attorneys were getting.

It was slow they tell you an inflated number to get you to sign, then get you what you would have gotten anyway, and then they take 40%.”

Jake felt great right now; he was as hard as he’d been in years; this woman was beautiful. And was her hand felt great on his shoulder.

“And the worst part is, they drag it out for years.” She concluded.

“Would you like to skip all that and just get what you deserve right now, Jake?” She raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous look. “I’ll bet you would.”

“That Escort Bodrum sounds great, I’d like that please.” He answered.

Samantha moistened her lips with a quick flick of her tongue and nodded and Jake leaned to her and kissed.

She allowed the lightest of kisses to occur before pulling back, and said, “Oh my.”

Jake thought he was out of line even though Samantha’s actions had practically begged for the kiss and he profusely apologized. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Samantha cooed, “It’s fine, just between you and me…”

She put her lips gently on his ear and whispered, “I was thinking the same thing.”

His body stiffened as she brought him to full arousal. “Let’s get this taken care of, and then we’ll have some fun.”

She slowly licked his ear as he agreed.

Her hand slid into his pants and quickly located the hip scar. “Let’s pull these pants down so I can see this scar.”

He moved his hand to his belt, but Samantha caught it and set it to the side. “I’ll do it, Jake, let me take care of you.”

He nodded as her hands deftly undid his belt and pants and zipper, applying just enough pressure to insure that it was as hard as it could get.

“Raise up a little,” she commanded, and as he did she gave a quick tug that brought both his pants and boxers down to his knees.

He collapsed back into the chair as Samantha began encircling his cock with her fingers. “I can see you’re up to this. We are going to have some fun.”

While slowly flexing and releasing her fingers, she was keeping him fully aroused and erect, but not stroking since she couldn’t allow him to cum yet.

With her other hand, she put two checks next to him on the chair’s armrests.

When he glanced to the checks, she began slowly pumping him, “I’m not supposed to do this, I mean tell you this,” she giggled. “But the company sent me with two checks.”

As she continued, he nodded.

“One is for $50,000 dollars, and one is for $75,000 dollars,” she explained. “They want me to try to get you to agree to the smaller one, but I don’t think that’s fair. Do you?”

She knew that $75,000 was a low offer but putting it next to an evdn lower one woukd make it more appealing.

“Not if you don’t,” he answered. His breathing was increasing so Samantha slowed her strokes.

“I want you to sign the big one, and do it right now.” Her tone was assumptive and as she finished talking she placed her head down and gave a long, steady lick up the underside of his dick, all the way from his balls to the tip.

Jake grabbed the pen and signed the $75,000 check.

“Now sign the sheet under it that you’re accepting that offer; you’re so lucky to get the big one,” she reassured him.

Without a though he signed.

“Oh Jake, you just got a lot of money, what do you want to do with it?” She asked between a few more licks.

Uh, I guess pay off credit cards, then maybe something nice with what’s left over.” He supposed.

“Let’s do it” she excitedly said before taking him fully in her mouth. “Where’s your phone?”

He motioned towards the table next to him and she reached over and handed it to him.

He took it and looked down at it.

She now sat facing him in his lap allowing his cock to rub against, but not enter her.

“Open your bank app and deposit it,” she said before giving him a long kiss in which their tongues met.

She began kissing and licking his neck as he deposited the check.

When he was done, she picked it up and quickly verified that it was in his account and that it said immediately available.

She handed the phone back to him and added, “I see about $20,000 on your bank credit card, is that what you want to pay off?”

Without waiting for an answer, she raised her hips, reached down to grab his cock and then lowered herself onto him, allowing him to glide in.

“Go ahead, finish up paying that off and then we can finish this properly.” She added.

She slowly pumped as he paid off the credit card. As soon as she heard the ping that it was done she leaned in for kisses and began pumping more quickly. He didn’t last long. But she was careful to make sure he enjoyed it. She didn’t want him to realize that this had been a ploy to get the deal done.

Afterwards she stood up, pulled her skirt down, and said, “Best not to say anything to Jordan tonight about my being here, don’t you think?”

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The following story is pure fiction. The characters are not real people. Any similarity to real people, places, or events are purely coincidental. None of the events depicted here actually happened. I do not condone violations of the law.

My name is Jack and I grew up in the most corrupt city in the United States. I won’t name the city, but you can probably guess. My dad was a defense attorney, and my mom was the senior vice president of an accounting firm. I never liked school, but I somehow got through it, graduating in the top ten percent of my class. My dad pressured me to go to the same college he went to, so I applied and was accepted. I didn’t study very much, but man did I party! It seemed like there was a party every weekend with lots of booze, weed, and hot and willing women. Again, due to my dad’s pressure, I majored in Political Science and pre-law, just like he had. Once again, I graduated toward the top of my class, and I was accepted to the same Law School my dad had graduated from. After graduation and passing the state Bar, I got a job at my dad’s law firm. Six months later, I took a job as a legal advisor for a local politician.

While working in my dad’s law firm, he taught me several things. First, he taught me to enjoy top shelf Scotch and wine, fine cigars, expensive clothes, and beautiful sexy women. I was surprised the first time he took me to a cocktail party and we both hooked up with a couple of beautiful women. I mean, he was my father which means he was married to my mother. I wondered why he was fucking another woman, and cheating on my mom, but I didn’t question it at the time. After all, he always made sure I was being taken care of, and pussy sort of made me blind to what he was doing.

I had a lot of fun while working with my dad. I never would have left but he pushed me to take the job with the politician. When I was hired, he sat me down and said he wanted to explain something to me.

Dad asked, “Did you ever wonder how you graduated High School in the top ten percent of your class?”

“No, not really.”

“Well let me tell you, it wasn’t because you studied hard. Shit, you didn’t have time to study. You spent all your time smoking weed and fucking cheerleaders. You graduated because I made it happen. It just so happens I found out your principal was fucking a married member of the school board. I had my investigator follow him, and he was able to get several compromising photos of them kissing and going into hotels. Then he managed to get a high-quality video of them fucking and one very good video of her giving your principal a blow job. I showed him the photos and videos, and I told him he would make sure you not only graduated, but you would graduate in the top ten percent of your class. Otherwise, his wife would get copies of the photos and videos, and the school board member’s husband would also get copies. In other words, I bribed him.”

My dad then told me he had bribed the college Dean to make sure I got into college and graduated, and he also bribed the Dean of the law school. He paid someone off to get me the job with the politician because he wanted me to get close to him and find out all his secrets so he could blackmail him at a later date. He said it always pays to be able to own a politician. He then told me that I should always make sure I had a good investigator who didn’t mind bending the law when it came to getting dirt on people. In the meantime, he said I could use his.

After I had been working for the senator for about two months, I learned two things about him. He liked to drink, and he liked beautiful women. I was pretty sure he was fucking his personal assistant, Sandy. She screened all of his calls and his mail, and she kept track of his schedule. She was also gorgeous. She was 27 years old, blond, blue eyes, and had amazing tits, ass and legs. She also had a great smile and personality. I had attended several parties and political events with them and had noticed when he had too much to drink, she would take him by the arm and lead him to his hotel room. I also noticed she didn’t return, so I assumed she was sleeping with him.

One afternoon I found myself alone with her in the office. I said, “Sandy, could I talk to you for a second?”

She flashed me one of those sparkling smiles when she answered, “Sure Jack. What can I do for you?”

“I’ve been working here for several months now. I don’t know much about politics, even though I majored in Political Science, so I’m not involved in the inner workings of Senator Shultz’s daily life like you are. I’m just the legal advisor but I’m very observant, and I hear things. Last week I heard the senator cussing and bitching about his taxes. He seemed to be upset about how much of his income went to the government. I might be out of line, but I think I might have a way to help him. I didn’t want to go behind your back and approach him myself, but if you’re interested in helping him, we could work together to help him keep a lot more of his money.”

She sounded skeptical when she answered, “And just Adana Escort how would you be able to do that?”

“Have you ever heard of an offshore bank account?”

She stared at me for a long time with those beautiful, piercing blue eyes, before she smiled and said, “Tell me more.”

“OK. To begin with, an offshore bank account is not illegal. It’s just a way to place your money in a country that has much laxer tax regulations. The first thing you need to do is choose a tax haven. There are several, but I prefer to use the Cayman Islands.”

Sandy interrupted me and said, “Wait. You have an offshore account?”

“You’re damn right I do. My dad taught me about offshore banking right after I started making money. Anyway, I recommend using a bank in the Cayman Islands. The next thing you need to do is form a corporation, or even better, I would recommend forming a private non-profit foundation. That way most of the money made here can be funneled into the foundation instead of a private account under the senator’s name. For instance, if there is a hurricane or earthquake in Haiti, or any other shithole country, the senator could announce that he is forming a charity to help the country rebuild and to provide food and medical supplies to the victims. He will look like a hero. Then he would hold fund raisers to get all of his rich friends to write a check to the charity. The money would go into the offshore bank account, and since it’s not an American entity, the IRS wouldn’t be demanding taxes. The money would essentially belong to the senator. Just to provide another layer of secrecy, I would recommend appointing an agent to run the charity and to manage the bank account on the senator’s behalf. As the legal advisor, and since I am familiar with the way offshore accounts work, I would be glad to serve as the agent, keeping the senator’s name completely secret. I would have the bank issue him a credit card he could use to gain access to the money. I have a couple of other ideas for making and hiding money, if you think the senator would be interested.”

Sandy had a big smile on her face as she asked, “It seems like you know what you’re talking about. How sure are you that the senator would be totally safe from the IRS and other law enforcement agencies?”

I returned her smile when I answered, “100 percent sure. When I became a lawyer and started working at my dad’s firm, I was the lowest paid attorney in town. My dad paid me minimum wages which I reported to the IRS, and I paid taxes on. He paid me another salary in cash that went directly to my offshore account. I can tell you that I became very wealthy while working for minimum wage.”

She thought for a few minutes before saying, “Let me run this by the senator and I’ll get back to you. I might arrange a meeting if I need you to explain it to him and to answer any other questions he might have.”

I told her I was always available, and then I asked her, “I was wondering, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but are you and the senator exclusive, or do you see other people outside of work?”

She seemed surprised that I knew they were having an affair, but she had that smile again when she answered, “We are very close. I try to keep him out of trouble, so if I think he has had too much to drink, I’ll make sure he gets back to his hotel room and into bed. But to answer your question, I still date on occasion, and the senator is currently engaged. Why do you ask?”

“I hope this won’t upset you or cost me my job, but I find you very attractive, and I would like to take you to dinner sometime.”

Again, she flashed me that bright white smile before saying, “I wasn’t expecting that from you. Everyone in this office, both men and women, keeps their distance from me. I guess they assume I’m off limits. I like your confidence. You’re not hard to look at either, so if you want to ask me out, just ask.”

Since she had said I wasn’t hard to look at, maybe I should explain what she was looking at. Remember when my dad said I spent all my time in High School fucking cheerleaders? That’s because I never had a problem getting a date with any of them, and once I had fucked them, they always came back for more.

My family was of Italian heritage, so I had black hair, brown eyes, and a complexion that made me look like I had a perpetual tan. I’m 6’2″, 220 pounds, and since I have had access to a gym since I was 15, I was in excellent shape. I had thick arms and legs with strong biceps and a thick neck and chest. Some people said my best asset was my bright white smile, but once I got undressed, all the girls said it was my 8 1/2 inch long, and very thick cock. Fortunately, I knew how to use it. If my cock wasn’t enough, I also loved to eat pussy. Apparently, the girls liked to share their sexual experiences with each other, so everyone knew I had a big dick, and I loved to eat pussy. It was never hard to get a date.

Since I had Sandy’s attention, I asked, “Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?”

She said she would Adana Escort Bayan love to.

I picked her up in my Mercedes S-580. She was wearing a tight black dress, so when she sat down in the passenger seat, she showed a lot of leg. She didn’t seem to mind. She ran her hand over the leather dash and said, “Wow! Nice car.”

I took her to my favorite Italian restaurant. Everyone knew me there. I think the owners were related to my family somehow, but I never really asked how. I had heard the owner was a member of the mob. We got the best table in a fairly secluded area with a semicircle booth. When we were seated, she slid over very close to me even though there was plenty of room. We had an excellent meal, drank a bottle of wine, and had some very nice conversation where I learned a lot more about her. She grew up in the city, attended an exclusive Catholic girl’s school, and then an equally exclusive girl’s college where she graduated with honors. She had been working for the senator for almost three years.

After dessert, we got in my car, and I asked her if she would like to come up to my place for a drink. She agreed, so I took her to my condo. With some help from my dad, I had managed to buy a penthouse in an exclusive building that overlooked the water. Sandy looked around and seemed to be impressed. We drank some more wine while sitting on the sofa. If she had been sitting any closer, she would be sitting on my lap. I took a chance, and I leaned over to kiss her. She not only didn’t resist, she enthusiastically participated. I had my hand on the back of her head, pulling her toward me. Our lips were pressed together, and our tongues were dueling with each other. I reluctantly broke our kiss and said, “You have a beautiful dress on tonight. It would be a shame to get it wrinkled and stained. Why don’t we take it off.”

She gave me another of her beautiful smiles and said, “That’s an excellent idea.”

I reached for the zipper at the back and pulled it down. She shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. She was wearing a black lace bra and a matching thong. She unsnapped the bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing her perfect 36C cup tits. I have fucked a lot of beautiful women, but Sandy may have been the most beautiful, sensuous woman I had ever been with.

She said, “Well, now it seems you’re overdressed!”

I stood up and quickly shed my clothes. When I pulled my silk boxers over my raging hard cock, she audibly gasped and said, “My god! That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!”

As an Italian, I had thick black hair on my chest, arms and legs. I have a girl come to my condo once a month to give me a very sensual massage that always ends in a blow job. Several months ago, she suggested I get a manscape, and she offered to do it for me. As a result, all the hair around my cock and balls have been removed. She told me it not only made it nicer when she gave me a blow job, but it also made my cock look bigger. As for Sandy’s remark, I also had a raging hard on at the moment which may have assisted in making it look bigger.

I suggested that we should move to the bedroom. She responded by nodding her head. I held my hand out for Sandy, helped her to her feet, and led her down the hall to my bedroom. I noticed she seemed to be breathing a little heavier. I sat her on the edge of the bed where I pulled her thong down. She had a small, trimmed patch of blond pubic hair, and I could already smell her arousal.

When I started to slowly massage her left nipple, she let out a low moan, and her nipples hardened. Her large pink areolas responded by becoming tight, and I noticed little bumps appear around her now fully hardened nipples. When I leaned forward and sucked her nipple into my mouth, she responded by moaning again and arching her back, pushing her tit further into my mouth. I was rubbing her right nipple while sucking on her left one when I felt her put her hand on the back of my head as she pulled me in closer.

I reluctantly pulled my mouth off her tit and returned my mouth to hers for another very passionate kiss.

When we broke the kiss, I moved down between her legs. I put my mouth over her sweet blond muff and started licking up and down her pink lips, causing her to wiggle her ass back and forth. When I put my tongue inside and started lapping her juices, she draped both legs over my shoulders. “Shit! You’re damn good at eating pussy.”

I continued licking, lapping, and tongue fucking her, causing her to moan and buck her hips up to meet my mouth. When I found her clit, I gave it a couple of big licks and then began sucking on it. I put two fingers in her wet snatch and started fucking her with them. She hissed, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” as she put her hand on the back of my head, trying to pull my face deeper into her pussy. She tasted so good that I could have eaten her for hours.

A few minutes later she said, “Shit! I’m cumming again! I’ve never had a man make me cum so many times in such a short amount of time.”

“Well, I aim to Escort Adana please, and I’ve never had any complaints. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

I took my hard cock and rubbed it up and down her wet pussy lips. It sounded like she was actually purring while I was doing it.

She whispered, “Put that big monster cock of yours in my pussy, then fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.” She spread her legs and smiled. I pushed my cock in about an inch and held it there a minute. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. When I felt her lift her ass off the bed, I knew she was ready. I thrust my cock into her waiting cunt and began pumping. After about four or five strokes, she moaned loudly, “Oh, god, yes, Jack! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Never stop!”

I had been fucking her hard for several minutes when I said, “Damn, Sandy. Your pussy feels so fucking good. I hope we can do this more often. If you’ll let me, I’ll fuck you every day of the week!” She was moaning and lifting her hips with every stroke I took. I lost count, but I know she had at least another four orgasms while I was pounding my cock in and out of her tight pussy which was clenching around my cock. I loved the way it felt.

She said, “Damn! I love the feel of your big dick inside of me. You can fuck me anytime you want to. OHHH SHITTT!”

I felt my balls tighten. I said, “Sandy, I’m gonna cum!”

“YESSS! CUM IN MY PUSSY! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT CUM! FUUCCCKKK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!”

When we were both lying on our backs, breathing hard and trying to recover, Sandy said, “Jack, you have a beautiful condo, a beautiful luxury car, and you wear expensive suits. It’s obvious you’re rich, so if you don’t mind my asking, why are you working? It’s obvious you don’t need the money, and you certainly don’t make much working for the senator.”

“Sandy, my dad taught me that a man should put in a full days work rather than sitting around on his ass all day. I have a law degree, but I never liked going to court every day trying to defend some asshole I knew was guilty. When I heard the senator was looking for a legal advisor, I applied for the job. As you have probably noticed, I don’t work my ass off. I answer legal questions and occasionally prepare legal papers and notarize them. The job’s not hard, but it keeps me busy, and I enjoy it. I also like the senator and the other people in the office. Especially the senator’s personal assistant. She’s really awesome.”

She laughed and smacked my arm before I continued, “And, remember what I said about working for minimum wage? As far as the IRS is concerned, I’m just a low-level worker bee.”

I kissed her again and my dick started to get hard again. She obviously felt it because she said, “You just spent the last half hour fucking the shit out of me. Are you actually ready to go again?”

I chuckled and answered, “Not yet, but maybe you could help me.”

Cupping my balls in one hand, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began slowly stroking it.

I said, “Sandy, I want you to suck my cock, and I’ll warn you now, I plan to cum in your mouth.”

She leaned forward and licked her lips before grabbing my cock with both hands. She tentatively licked around the head before slowly sliding her lips over it. Once she was sure she could take it all, she started to suck my cock, slowly at first, and then increasing speed by bobbing her head up and down, making slurping sounds. She was obviously experienced at giving blowjobs as she enthusiastically sucked my cock. I pride myself on being able to last quite a while during sex, but I could tell I was going to cum soon. “Oh, fuck yes! Suck my dick!”

That seemed to inspire her, and she started sucking faster.

I shouted, “I’m gonna cum!”

She continued sucking as I blew a load of hot cum down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, and when a few streams leaked out of the side of her lips, she licked them up with her tongue and swallowed them.

I eased my dick out of her mouth and wiped it off with some tissues I had on the bedside table. When I looked at her, she had a naughty smile on her face as she said, “That was amazing! You’re amazing! I loved sucking your dick. I have never sucked a dick that big before.”

“Sandy, I was hesitant to approach you and then ask you out. I’m glad I did. I think you know I’m not a lovesick teenager, but I have to tell you, I don’t think I can live without having you in my life. I know you have a reputation in the office as being cold and unapproachable. I don’t plan to act any differently with you in the office, but I hope we can continue to see each other.”

“Jack, I have occasionally spent the night with the senator in his hotel room, but he was usually drunk. Believe it or not, we have only had sex a few times, and he never really rocked my boat. I don’t want to give you a big head, but I can honestly say I have never had anyone fuck me like you just did, and I have never had that many orgasms in one night. I definitely want to continue seeing you, as often as we can. I appreciate your keeping our affair a secret. So yes, I want to continue seeing you outside of work. My only concern is that people will start to notice that I’m walking funny. That horse cock of yours is going to wear my poor little pussy out.”

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She sat on the couch staring at the clock. 8:30. He’s late and the anticipation is torture. He had told her what to wear, picked it out and told her to have it on when he got there. The tv wasn’t as distracting as she’d thought it would be. Fuck. She went to get a drink, the butterflies in her stomach were making it hard to breath. She was always nervous before seeing him. That smile was toxic, the cruel way he smirked when he wouldn’t give her what she wanted. That look in his eyes when she begged, the way his giant hands grabbed her and put her in the positions he wanted her to be in. He was like a drug she never wanted to give up. Her pussy tingled and she had to stop herself from doing anything about it. She wanted to wait for him. Where the fuck was he? She downed her drink and made another. She thought about not wanting to be drunk but she needed to loosen up. She quickly finished it and walked back to the couch. The joint she smoked was only making her hornier and she knew she couldn’t wait much longer. She put her head on the arm of the couch and pulled the blanket over her, putting a video on her phone to get warmed up while she waited for him. In seconds the screen was filled with girls getting cum splashed all over them, her favorite videos.

She became lost in the images and didn’t even hear him come in. It was quiet except for the moans and shrieks coming from her phone. She saw movement and looked up stunned. How long had he been standing there? How did he get in without her noticing? Her face flushed with embarrassment at being caught. There was that smile. Ugh. “What are you watching?” He asked walking around the couch to sit with her. He moved her legs and slide down beside her, putting her legs across him and leaned next to her. She moved the screen closer so he could see and breathed in his scent. She didn’t think she could have been more turned on but she was wrong. As soon as his hands touched her bare legs her skin was on fire. Antalya Escort Those hands that made her into liquid when he fingered her. He leaned against her and moved her hair to kiss her cheek. “Hi” That damn smile again. She leaned in to kiss him and relaxed into him instantly when he returned her kiss. Before she could stop herself, she was climbing on top of him and pulling him as close as possible. Why couldn’t she get close enough? She wanted every single inch of his body and was practically drooling before he had even touched her. He gently pulled her head back and lightly kissed her nose. “Don’t pounce baby. Slow down.” She didn’t want to slow down, she couldn’t. How could he think she could calm down when he has this effect on her. He kissed her and took his time getting his tongue in her mouth. As soon as he parted his lips, she devoured him. She ground her hips into his body and he moaned into her mouth. She grabbed his hair and attacked his lips, there was no time at this moment, there was nothing but hunger for him. She adjusted to feel his boner better and sighed when she got it right at her pussy. Only a few layers of fabric separated her body from his. She knew he would make her wait so she didn’t even try. She kissed his neck, his throat, his ear, his chest. She wanted all of him and was dizzy with lust. His chest hair tickled her face, and his moans egged her on more. She went back over the same pots with her tongue and teeth, stopping to suck the places she knew were his weak spots “God damn,” She smiled and continued her work. She loved hearing how much he loved it. She got a few more bites in before he lifted her and put her down beside him. Before she could protest, he laid back on the couch and opened his arms for her.

She dove into him and kissed him again. She knew she would have to wait so she cuddled against him and pulled the blanket over them. He was so warm. She felt safe and peaceful. Cuddling Antalya Escort Bayan was never something she cared about before him. He lifted her chin and kissed her hard, his hands roaming over her body. She got chills and shuddered from the sudden touch. He rubbed everywhere he could reach, and she loved it. She went back to kissing his neck and felt his dick jump. She smiled as she bit into his skin again. He sharply inhaled and pulled her hair with his free hand. She looked at him with her best puppy eyes “Please? Can I?” He thought for a minute and studied her face. “If you want to” he said smirking. Like that was even a question. She got up and reached for his pants. Unbuttoning them and sliding them off along with his boxers. He dick sprang out and she looked up at him smiling, thinking about what was going to happen. She settled between his legs and wasted no time getting her mouth around him. She started with his head, taking her time but flicking her tongue every few seconds over his most sensitive spot. His hands immediately tangled in her hair and his approval was obvious thanks to the low growls coming from his throat. She slid halfway down, coming back up to tease the head before going all the way down. His pubic hair tickled her nose and his flesh felt amazing hitting the back of her throat. She looked up to see him watching her with such intensity. His eyes were glazed over and he watched his dick disappear into her mouth over and over. He moaned and told her how good it felt. She loved that he was a talker, it made her feel good that he felt good. She couldn’t get enough of him and they both knew it. She wanted it as much as he did and it only made everything better.

She came up after a few minutes for a break and he kissed her again. “You’re fucking amazing.” She knew he meant it by the way he looked at her. She felt her cheeks flush and willed herself not to overreact to the compliment. Her crush on Escort Antalya him was undeniable but she knew not to get attached. She went back to sucking and he stretched his long legs out in front of him, his head was leaned back and he sighed at the sensations he was getting. She went down to suck his balls and used her hands on his shaft. He gasped at the unanticipated move and groaned. “Fuck yes. You’re such a good little slut” She blushed again and beamed with giddiness. She loved pleasing him. She loved that she did such a good job making him happy. She was so wet and wanted to touch herself, but she wanted him to cum first. His grip tightened in her hair and she moaned at the delicious ache, the vibrations went down his shaft and caused a moan from him too. He bucked his hips and shoved more of himself into her mouth, slowly fucking her face while she stared up at him.

His eyes were locked on her lips, watching her assault and crazy with lust. She tasted the precum and licked the head while he was moving in and out of her. She found the ridge she was looking for and a heard a hiss “Jesus babe I’m almost there.” She sucked in her cheeks as hard as she could, trying to create a vacuum seal around him as he continued fucking her mouth.

“If you keep doing that you’re going to end up with a husband.” She knew it was the lust talking but loved the effect she had on him. She could turn this huge, sexy man into jello in a matter of minutes and she couldn’t get enough of it. She looked up at him with her blue eyes tearing up, her throat tingled, and her mascara had made its way down her cheeks.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said quietly. His breathing was hard, he locked eyes with her as his cum started to shoot down her throat. He held her still while he emptied everything into her, slowly pumping into her until the last drop came out. She kept her mouth on him and cleaned him off before she pulled away. She leaned back and caught her breath while he stared at her. Her face became red and she realized when she must look like. “I’ll be right back,” she went to get up but he caught her arm and held her there for a moment.

“Hurry back,” he said smiling. He kissed her again and settled into a more comfortable position.

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3.

The room is circular, with a dome-shaped ceiling and no windows. The walls are concrete, painted white. It’s pleasantly illuminated, the light sources hidden in crevices inside the walls. A row of large metal hooks circle the room about eight feet above the floor, and a metal cot is hanging in four chains across from me. The cot is merely a metal frame around a wire mesh, all painted white like the room.

You are almost, but not quite, completely naked. I silently take in the beautiful sight of your body: Your pretty face, your long hair, your shapely breasts, the elegant curvature of your waist and hips, your triangle of neatly trimmed pubes, your long, slender legs. And on your feet, your favorite pair of red stilettos — the ones I bought for your recent birthday. I begin to walk slowly around you. I love the posture of a naked woman in heels — showing off breasts as well as buttocks in the most flattering way.

Your eyes follow me, but you do not say a word. Your expression is uncertain, expectant. I walk all the way around you, my cock swelling, lusting after you. Suddenly, I reach out and grab your breast, squeezing it hard. You gasp.

“Yes,” I whisper.

My voice sounds ominous in the strange room.

“On your knees!” I say.

Obediently, you kneel down. As I stand in front of you, you even open your mouth. You know what I want. I zip down and produce my swelling cock. It’s still rather soft, but has already grown fat with anticipation. I push it in between your red lips and feel your warm mouth closing around it.

“Ahhh…” I sigh.

Your mouth. I feel my shaft resting on your soft, wet tongue, your lips closing around the root of my cock, and the stimulation as you gently begin to suck. Within seconds, I’m sporting a full, bone-hard erection. I grab a handful of your hair and begin thrusting my hips back and forth — fucking your mouth. You slurp and gag around my shaft. I increase the motions, forcing my fat cock all the way into your throat with savage energy.

Sensations of pleasure surge through my body, making me breathe heavily with a loud, rasping sound. This feels so good. I could let myself come in your mouth. Or pull out and ejaculate all over your lovely breasts, covering you in my hot spunk.

I pull back, slipping my cock from your mouth. It stands out horizontally, quivering with stiffness.

“Stick out your tongue,” I say. “And lick it.”

Your hand grabs the root of my shaft. And then you stick out your wet, pink tongue and begin to lick around the swollen head.

“Mmm…” I growl.

Vigorously you move your tongue up and down the underside of my cock, and then back up around the head. You salivate all over it, drops of spittle dripping down onto the concrete floor.

I pull away and grab your throat with my hand, pulling you up off the floor. You get to your feet unsteadily. Then I kiss you — a wet, greedy kiss. Your tongue plays with mine as enthusiastically as it played with my cock. I feel your soft breasts rising and falling against my chest as your breathing grows faster. You are as aroused as I am.

I let go of your mouth and look straight into your beautiful green eyes.

“Do you want it?” I whisper.

You nod eagerly.

“Yes,” you reply hoarsely. “Please.”

Still fully dressed, only my erect cock jutting out, I undo my black leather belt and pull it out. I grab your wrist.

“Come here!” I say.

I pull you across the room and push you up against the wall. You shiver as your naked back touches the cold concrete. I tie my belt around your wrists and loop it around one of the metal hooks. When I pull it tight, it stretches your arms over your head until you’re standing on tiptoe. I place my hand on your bush and let my finger explore your labia. You are already dripping wet. I slip one Balıkesir Escort finger inside your cunt, then another.

“Mmm!” you whimper.

“Yeah?” I whisper into your ear. “You like that?”

Without warning, I begin thrusting my fingers in and out of your wet flesh in a hard, fast rhythm.

“Aaah!” you cry, writhing with pleasure.

I grit my teeth as my long, stiff fingers plunge in and out of your cunt, making it dribble and slurp. I twist and turn them around inside you, exploring every inch of your soft, wet crevice, knowing that soon my excited cock will explore it as well. You begin moving your hips up and down, working with me to enhance your pleasure.

“Ohmigod!” you cry. “Ohmigod! Aaah!”

A long, powerful spray of juice shoots from your cunt as you orgasm. You cry out in ecstasy, your entire body trembling uncontrollably, your slender arms pulling at the strong leather belt. I pull my fingers from your cunt and force them into your mouth.

“Suck them!” I order.

And obediently, you lap up your wetness, drinking it down. Knowing that you’re now tasting your own sweet and spicy juices turns me on. My cock jumps with excitement. I bury my fingers inside you again and lick them off myself, looking into your eyes as I do so.

“Mmm,” I say.

And again I push them inside you, making you moan and squirm. And again I make you lick your own juices of them. I could do this all day. But now I want to fuck.

As I lift up your left leg, you look at me, mouth slightly agape. You know what is coming. My cock juts out of my pants — long, hard and thick. As I guide it towards your pussy, you look down at it, biting your lip. Your body will always be the object of my desire. But I’m pretty proud of my cock, too. It’s a fine specimen with its long, veined shaft and rounded, bulbous head. And I know you agree.

“Okay, honey.” I gasp. “This is it.”

With one powerful thrust, I bury the entire length of my shaft inside your cunt.

“Aaah!” you cry.

I grab your hips and start pumping immediately. I fuck you with furious energy, your body dangling helplessly, hanging from my leather belt. Your soft flesh yields to my strokes, yet clenches around my erect pole like a hungry mouth sucking at my erection. I kiss you again — a wet, greedy kiss. I lick your face and bite your lips and your chin. We’re both gasping loudly from the strain. I’m determined to fuck you like I have never fucked you before.

I feel you quivering in that particular way. I know you so well by now, I can gauge your every reaction — and know when you’re about to come.

“Oh, yes!” you gasp loudly. “Oh, yes! Don’t stop! Please! Ah!”

I wouldn’t dream of stopping. This is what I love the most: The intense sensations of pleasure as I feel my cock hammering in and out of your slippery cunt — knowing that every thrust is also providing you with the most exquisite ecstasy. I grab your hips harder and thrust deep into you again and again, until I hear you coming:

“Aaah! Aaah!”

Juices gush from your flesh, covering my shaft as I keep fucking. You writhe in ecstasy, a powerful orgasm surging through your body. You have never been more beautiful, more irresistible. I thrust a few more times, until I feel my cock tensing up — almost painfully, as in a cramp. I hold still, as my erect member convulses inside you in powerful contractions – in the rhythm I know so well.

“Huhhh!” I groan.

Am I coming? I’m not sure. It feels exactly like an orgasm, but I feel no semen being released. I throw my arms around you, licking the sweat from your face as my cock jumps and jerks inside you. My labored breathing echoes in the concrete room.

My cock is still fully erect. Perhaps it was some kind of semi-orgasm? You widen your eyes as I pull out Balıkesir Escort Bayan and present my hard-on to you. You probably thought we were finished. But no. I’m not done with you yet. I begin to undress, letting you watch. Soon, I’m standing stark naked on the concrete floor, my clothes in a pile on the floor, my erect cock still dripping from your juices. I reach up and untie the leather belt, freeing you. Then I grab your upper arm hard.

“Look at me!” I say. “Look what you’ve done to me. With those dirty little photos and videos. Getting me all worked up. And you know what’s going to happen now, don’t you?”

You nod slowly.

“That’s right – I’m going to make you pay. Come here.”

I yank at your arm, making you squeal. Then I pull you towards the metal cot and point to it.

“Lie down!” I order.

Hesitantly, you lie on the cold metal mesh. I pull your legs towards me, until your ass is resting on the edge of the cot. Its chains are squeaking. You look worried. I laugh it off.

“Don’t worry, honey,” I say. “It’ll hold. After all, I’m only going to fuck your brains out.”

I grab my swollen cock in my fist and give it a few quick strokes. Clear fluid oozes from its tip, dripping onto the concrete floor. I force your thighs apart with both hands and assume the position between your legs.

My cock is stiffer and fatter than ever before. I feel myself almost drooling with lust as I grab it at the root, guiding it towards your glistening, pink slit. Your eyes are open wide, focused on the point of entry. Grunting with pleasure, I slowly sink my shaft into your cunt. I want to feel every inch of your soft flesh as it yields to my swollen cock.

“Uhhh…” I grunt as I penetrate you.

I hold on to the metal chains from which the cot hangs. As I look at you lying there, beautiful, naked and sweaty, I feel an insatiable, animal lust growing inside me. And then I begin to thrust. Deep, hard strokes, making you whimper helplessly. The chains of the cot swing and squeak.

“Yes!” I gasp. “Feel my cock! You dirty slut!”

Snap! The chain by your left shoulder breaks, leaving the cot hanging at a crooked angle.

“Ah!” you cry.

But I keep fucking. There’s no stopping me now. Your lovely face is lit up by the glow of sexual ecstasy — eyes glazed over, lips quivering. I stare at you, wanting to feel your pleasure as well. I want our sensations to meld, heightening our arousal until we both explode in a superhuman climax. As I keep thrusting, sweat drips from my body onto your trembling skin.

“Unh!” I grunt. “You fucking whore! Take it! Take it all!”

Raw desire has taken control over me. I’m no longer your mild-mannered boyfriend. I have become a monster of lust — my only thought to keep driving my fat, swollen cock into your cunt again and again. I want to ravage your enticing body — do unspeakable things to you. And I see in your eyes that the same urge has overtaken you: Without a word, your gaze is begging me to keep going — to fuck you ever harder and more brutally.

Snap! The second chain — the one by your right shoulder — breaks. You gasp in shock as the far end of the cot hits the floor with a clanging sound. You’re now hanging at an angle — your head close to the floor, but your pelvis still at a level with my relentlessly thrusting cock, your legs dangling off the end of the cot.

The breakage excites me further. We’re fucking so vigorously, we’re wrecking this place! I increase my thrusts, making you cry out:

“Aaah! Aaah!”

Your squeals of ecstasy are music to my ears — a music that urges me to fuck even more vigorously. I grab your hips harder and penetrate you again and again, growling like a beast:

“Hunh! Hunh!”

Snap! Snap! The last two chains break, sending the Escort Balıkesir cot crashing to the floor, me on top of you, my cock still thrusting into your gushing cunt. I don’t miss a beat.

“Oooh!” you cry.

“Ahhh!” I reply.

We lie on the broken cot on the floor as I keep fucking, guttural sounds emanating from my throat. I feel the pressure building inside my shaft. I’m about to explode.

“Yeah!” I manage to say. “I’m coming!”

“Oh!” you reply. “Let me watch. Come all over me. Please!”

I pull out, my cock bulging and twitching, ready to fire.

“Yes,” I gasp. “You filthy slut. Here it comes. Oh! Oh!”

My hard member contracts violently — and contracts again. I grit my teeth from the strain. And then — finally — I start to ejaculate.

“Ohhh!” I yell. “Ohhh!”

My cries echo in the concrete room as spurt after spurt of semen shoots from my bouncing cock. We both watch, fascinated, as long jets of white spunk fly through the air, landing on your belly, your breasts, your chin. I roar with ecstasy as I relieve the pressure, emptying myself of an excess of creamy sperm.

I grab my cock in my fist and masturbate, squeezing out a few more drops. Then I brutally force the still hard shaft back into your cunt and begin to thrust. Your eyes widen. I know my erection will eventually subside, but I keep fucking, hard and fast — and eventually I succeed: I’ve driven you to one final orgasm.

“Aaah!” you cry. “Aaah!”

You didn’t expect that. And neither did I, to be honest. I feel all strength leaving my body. I lie on top of you, gasping for breath as my cock slowly grows soft inside your. Our sweaty faces meet, and we kiss again. My tongue can’t get enough of your mouth. I finally let go and quietly say:

“So this is what you planned?”

You nod eagerly.

“Mm-hm,” you reply.

I smile.

“And those guys,” I say. “From Protecticor? You hired them?”

“Yup,” you say. “Hope they didn’t scare you too much.”

I shrug.

“I was a bit, you know — spooked at some point,” I admit. “But afterwards, it sort of… turned me on, I guess.”

“It sure felt that way,” you say. “This was one hell of a fuck.”

“You can say that again,” I say.

My cock has slipped from your pussy. I slowly stand up, pick my clothes up off the floor and begin to get dressed.

“But you must have flown out here straight after I left,” I say.

You nod and reply:

“Daddy has a private jet, you know.”

“So that photo and those videos…?” I say. “You mean — you made them in advance?”

You giggle joyously.

“Bingo!” you say. “I wasn’t live streaming. But I guess you were too horny to notice.”

I laugh.

“I guess,” I say. “But wow — you really put some work into this.”

“And it paid off,” you reply.

Fully dressed, I look over at you, sitting naked on the broken cot. Your clothes are nowhere to be found.

“Your…” I begin.

“Oh, the guys have my clothes,” you explain. “They’re waiting outside. Just knock on the door.”

I bang twice on the huge metal door. A lever turns, and the door opens a few inches. An arm holding a white bathrobe appears.

“Here,” a voice says.

I take the bathrobe and pass it to you. You swiftly stand up and put it on.

“Impressive service,” I say.

Seconds later, the door opens completely to reveal the two Protecticor employees outside.

“Has everything been satisfactory?” one of them asks.

“Very satisfactory, indeed.”

“If you follow us,” the employee goes on. “We have your limousine waiting outside.”

“Limousine?” I ask.

“To take you to the five-star hotel,” he replies.

I look at you.

“No need to stay in that lousy motel,” you say, “when you can spend the night with me instead.”

I throw my arms around you and kiss you greedily.

“Thank you, honey,” I say. “But I have to warn you: It might get rough.”

You smile your cheekiest smile.

“Don’t worry,” you reply. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

And hand in hand, we follow the two men up the stairs to the waiting limousine.

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The party was boring. From across the room your eyes met mine. You smiled and nodded almost imperceptibly. I excused myself from a tedious fishing story and joined you. The ginger-haired woman with you was talking about her cat. I took your elbow. With a smile, you halted her babbling.

-Can we continue over lunch next week? Great!

The hosts brought our coats.

-Thanks for the evening.

-It’s an early day tomorrow.

-Our turn next time.

-Yes.

-So good to see you.

As we waited for the elevator, I draped your coat across your bare shoulders. Your breasts curved deliciously below the silky black neckline of your dress. Your nipples pressed into the thin fabric. I bent to kiss your neck. You leaned against me.

When the elevator started down, I lowered my lips to the top of your head and slid my hand around your waist to pull you closer. You turned and pressed into my hip. We kissed, but the elevator slowed. Moving apart, holding hands, I nodded to the couple who entered.

Outside, your heels clicked as we walked to the car.

On Afyon Escort the drive home you rested your hand on my leg. At the first red light your fingers moved higher. You turned and leaned back against your seat to look at me, tongue tip between your lips. At the next stop your hand slid between my thighs and rubbed gently. My cock stirred.

By the last light before our building your fingers were stroking me through the fabric of my pants. I was uncomfortably hard.

-Good evening, we greeted the night staff.

Waiting for the elevator, you turned to me, lifting your head. Tilting down I felt your breath.

-I want your cock, you whispered.

-Now.

We entered the elevator and the doors closed. I touched number thirty-two. You moved back into a corner, pulling me with you. Kissing hungrily, your tongue found mine and your hand moved down my chest. Your fingers cupped my bulge.

At the fourth floor I shifted my coat around my shoulders, hiding us from the security camera mounted in an upper corner. My hand moved Afyon Escort Bayan over your breast. I felt your nipple rise into my palm. Our tongues danced.

By the sixth floor, you were fumbling with the clasp of my pants. Pulling the zip down your fingers rubbed over my cock, teasing it through my underwear. Then you moved the waistband lower and your warm palm wrapped around my shaft. You stroked lightly. We both moaned.

At the ninth, you broke free and sank down on your haunches, your hands pulling my underwear aside to expose me. I glanced down to see your soft lips opening and your tongue sliding over the leaking slippery pre-cum at the head.

-Agghhhh, I groaned as your mouth closed, your tongue circling and moving the fluid around.

At the twelfth floor you moved a palm to my butt. Your other hand held my cock, angling it down to suck it deeper. Sparks of pleasure shot through my spine as you pressed forward.

I looked down to see your green eyes searching mine. You were hungry. I felt your tongue sliding along Escort Afyon the underside of my shaft as you pulled me toward you.

-Oh god, I gasped, my cock head pressing into the hot opening of your throat. You swallowed, milking its slippery knob.

Your moans sent vibrations jolting through my nerves. Electric signals of pleasure flew up to my animal brain.

At floor twenty, my hand dropped to the back of your head, hips moving, thrusting, pumping my length through your wet lips. You groaned around me. Locking your fingers around my shaft, you stroked in unison with my movements.

By the twenty-seventh floor my desire and pleasure had grown to a peak. I pulled your head onto me, hands in your hair, hips driving my cock deep. Your fingers slid under my balls and squeezed. Instantly they tightened and I exploded. My cum shot into your throat. Sucking and moaning, you drank all that I gave you, swallowing every hot drop.

-God damn I groaned, my legs shaking.

-Holy fuck baby!

You smiled around my shaft, eyes happy. Standing, you sighed and purred, wiping off a dripping bead of cum. You adjusted my underwear and zipped me up. We kissed.

The elevator slowed to a halt. Our apartment was there, just steps away. Good! In seconds I could attend properly to your skin, your hot curves, and to your wet pussy.

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It was a chilly night late in December. I was out caroling with a group. Although some in the group were good enough singers, others, like Carol, were less musically inclined. But everyone was enjoying it.

Carol was a pretty, tallish, well-proportioned blonde. What she lacked in singing talent, she made up for in enthusiasm. As I would soon learn, Carol did everything enthusiastically.

Unfortunately, right at the moment, Carol was so bundled up that you couldn’t tell how pretty she was. She was determined to keep herself nice and warm on this chilly evening.

Carol and I had dated on and off. She was interesting and funny. She was excellent company and very easy on the eyes. She seemed to enjoy my company as well. There was a chemistry and tension between us when we got together. We had explored a little bit, but hadn’t gone all the way yet.

We finished caroling. The group was splitting up. Carol looked at me. “You want to drop by for a bit?” she said. I enjoyed Carol’s company, so I wasn’t about to turn her down.

“OK,” I said.

“We’ll get warm and cozy,” Carol said with a smile. She took my hand as we walked towards her place. Carol opened the door. She kissed me as we entered. As she took her coat off, I noticed that she was dressed in a green dress, red shoes, and a red jacket. Very Christmasy, I thought.

“I like your Christmas decorations,” I said.

“Yeah, thanks,” she replied. “I like to get in the spirit.” She went into her kitchen. “Egg Elazığ Escort nog?”

“Sounds good.”

She flipped the radio on. It was tuned to one of those all-Christmas stations. They were playing all the standard favorites: Silent Night, White Christmas, The Christmas Song, Joy to the World, and the rest. Carol was eagerly singing along.

“Repeat the sounding joy…”

Carol emerged with two large glasses of egg nog and a grin. She sat next to me, her head on my shoulder, still singing along with the radio. I kissed her.

“Mmmmm,” Carol said. She opened her mouth wide. She was almost begging for tongue. She pushed a little bit forward. Almost involuntarily, my tongue met Carol’s. Her jacket came off.

Our lips parted. Carol resumed singing along with the radio.

“All I want for Christmas is you.” She shot me a glance and a sexy smile. “I like that song,” she said.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” I said, somewhat noncahalantly.

Carol giggled. “Yeah. That song just gets me,” she said. She snuggled up to me again. I felt Carol’s hand on the inside of my thigh. I put my arm around her.

“Unwrap me,” Carol said softly. I began to unzip her dress. She unzipped my pants. Her hand was on my crotch. She kissed me again.

I was beginning to get hard. Carol stood up and slipped her dress off. Her underwear was bright red. She kicked off her red shoes.

Carol sat on my lap. She kissed me hard. Quickly she unbuttoned my shirt. I Elazığ Escort Bayan took it off. She undid my belt. I unhooked Carol’s bra. She removed it, revealing her C-cup boobs. I took off my pants.

“That’s the spirit,” Carol said. She pulled my underpants down and wrapped her pretty mouth around my stiff cock. “Just like a candy cane,” she said. I began to play with her ample tits. I fondled them, kissed them, and sucked her nipples until they were hard.

“Damn,” Carol said. “That is so good.” She resumed sucking on her candy cane.

I slipped off her wet panties. I began to finger her. She was moaning audibly. “Oooohhh” I took off my undershirt.

I turned Carol around and I pushed her pussy open. She squealed with glee as my tongue entered her pussy. I worked it around until I found her G-spot. Carol giggled. She continued sucking my dick. I was definitely having a merry Christmas.

Now my cock began to jerk in Carol’s mouth. She was shrieking with pleasure. She was quivering and shaking. “Oh yes! Oh, goddamn yes!” My cock let out its stream.

“OK,” Carol said. “That was good. Time for the big present.” She grabbed me by the hand. We almost ran into the bedroom. Carol had a Christmas quilt on her king-size bed. I smiled.

“Nice quilt,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. She laid on the bed. I lay next to her. Carol climbed on top of me and kissed me aggressively. She wriggled and danced on top of me. My organ began to stiffen Escort Elazığ again. Carol smiled.

“Here goes,” Carol said. She spread herself wide and came down on my stiff cock. It was a pretty easy entry. Her pussy was wet and warm.

Carol bounced up and down as I pushed my dick into her over and over. Her tits bounced; her hair flew. She had a huge grin. Over and over I thrust into her sweet pussy. She continued to bounce, wriggling and dancing. She knew what she was doing.

“God damn, you’re good!” Carol exclaimed. Then she began quietly moaning.

I rolled Carol over so she was on her back. I continued to pound her with my hard cock, my balls slapping her cunt.

“Oh, YES! Oh, YES!” I pushed deep into Carol, getting as far inside as I could. She moved in sync with me, moaning softly. Her legs began to shake. I could feel her shivering ecstatically underneath me. She bent her legs. I kept pumping her as hard and fast and deep as I could.

“Oooohhhh,” Carol sighed just as my hard cock began to jerk and spew dep inside her. “Oh, Jesus, YES!” She was quivering and shaking all over the large bed. My cock jerked.

Now I went limp. Carol was still catching her breath.

“Wow, you’re good!” Carol said when she caught her breath. “We should have done this a long time ago.”

“Yes, you’re awfully good yourself,” I said. “A great way to celebrate.” She laughed.

“I guess we’re on the naughty list,” Carol said.

“Yeah, but isn’t it nice?” I replied. Carol kissed me.

“Merry Christmas,” she said.

“Merry Christmas to you,” I said. Carol kissed me and pulled up the blankets and quilt as she closed her pretty eyes.

“Just what I wanted,” she said. She put her head on my arm and dozed off. I quickly followed.

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