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People call me BC. Big Cat. A nickname I’ve had since I was a boy. However, during my years at Art College I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are my diaries of that time. Fluffer’s tales.

*

Imogen, my long-term girlfriend, had dumped me. With a lack of pride that shames me still, I continued chasing her like some desperate puppy until eventually she got some work experience in Berlin; in an architect’s office with her big sister’s boyfriend. Of course, I called her the day she got back to see if she wanted a drink.

Well she met me, but only to lay it on the line with a brutality that crushed all hopes of us ever getting back together. She spent the whole evening marvelling at what great sex she’d had with her sister’s (now ex) boyfriend.

So, my best friend all through college was a fine-art student called Sara. She rang me the morning after I’d met Imogen to find out how I’d got on and was brilliantly furious on my behalf when I told her what happened. She demanded I come and stay with her that weekend. Her boyfriend, in her words, was, “getting on my tits” and had been “chucked out.” Though to be honest he didn’t live with her, and in fact his flat was downstairs from hers, so he’d not been chucked far.

Sara really was a very good friend, and despite being sexy (small and fit and classically pretty, picture a pocket-sized Natalie Wood) we’d just never clicked romantically. Not sure why as we both thought the other attractive. At least I found her attractive. And I heard her describe me on the phone once as “The big bloke. Looks like a sexy fucking… lion.” It was just if we ever tried to kiss or anything, we got the giggles. Also I guess we really valued having an uncomplicated friend of the opposite sex when it came to bitching and talking about sex, which was pretty much all we did.

Sara was unusually uninhibited for a girl, but I was still surprised when she answered her front door naked except for a bath towel hanging down in front of her. She let me in explaining she was just about to have a bath, and twisted and yelped as I attempted to peep under while she tried to re-arrange it toga-style.

“Well this is making me feel much better already!” I announced as she led me up the communal stairs to her flat, her hands clasping the towel to her bottom as we went. She stopped on a half-landing at the bathroom door and pointed me up to the kitchen, then winked and gave me a cheeky flash of buttock. I lunged. She squealed, and slammed (and locked!) the bathroom door.

Half an hour later found us in her kitchen drinking peppermint tea while she monologued about her monstrous, rugger-chap boyfriend. I enjoyed the break from my own misery for a while, but inevitably the subject got round to my ex.

Sara, as usual, was way more interested in the sordid details than in my proclamations of undying love. After less than a minute of my winsome moaning she curled a lip and held up her hand. “So what was so good about her Berliner sex anyway?”

I sighed.

“No seriously though, you should learn from this, what was so much better with this other guy than with you? You used to have great sex I thought?”

“You’re not helping.”

Sara sketched in a notebook with a biro. Like all the time. Dark, etched blue lines of some part of a cat probably. She was obsessed with drawing cats. She snorted. “No, come on, tell me. It will do you good to get it all out.”

“Well… Imogen came. A lot.”

“Obviously. But how? Come on. Details.”

Another sigh from me. “Apparently he was very good with his tongue. She had her first ever oral orgasm—”

“What do you mean, first ever?” No-one does aggressive confusion like Sara. But I knew that would get her attention. She loved “head talk”, and would make me tell her any time I had any, or gave any. “But you used to go down on her all the time. You mean she never came?”

I shrugged. “When I asked her if she faked orgasms for me, she said, ‘Not all the time.'”

Sara blared a laugh. Her eyes filled mine for a moment, then she sighed. “Fuck,” she announced, and patted my cheek in a condescending way only she could get away with. She frowned at her drawing.

“But what did he do that was so good? Licking is licking. It’s not rocket science.”

“She wouldn’t tell me.”

“Oh sweetie, you didn’t actually ask her?” She covered her mouth.

“Well she wasn’t volunteering the information.”

“Fucksake, that is the saddest thing I ever heard.” She sketched what looked like buttocks now, then waved her pen at me. “What I don’t understand is how can you lick a girl and not make her cum? Maybe she just never liked you… But I have to say even then…”

“Oh please shut up… Are you drawing an arse?”

“Yep.”

Silence. escort bayan mecidiyeköy We sipped. She put down her pen and cleared her throat. “Can I ask you a personal question?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “When you go down, what exactly are you doing? No I know you’re like licking the general area but… well you do know where a clit is don’t you?”

My delayed reply spoke volumes.

“Oh shit, you are joking.”

Again nothing from me. To be honest. I thought I knew too, but now she actually asked me, I realised I couldn’t say for definite. I’m embarrassed to admit I spent the first few years of sexual maturity kind of guessing. What can I say, I was only fucking twenty.

“But surely, we’ve talked about… I mean, how you could not… Oh bloody hell! “

She picked up her pen, flapped her pad to a clean page and started drawing something else.

“Another bottom?” I asked. She shook her head and giggled as a pair of what looked like frogs legs appeared on the page, then a female torso and head above.

“Right,” she said, scribbling a triangle at the join of the legs. “This is where you will find the vagina on a girl—”

I growled and went to grab the book. She squeaked and pushed me away,

“No wait, wait! Let me finish!” She drew an arrow pointing up between the girl’s legs. “Right, so if one looks up here…”

She did a scribble which I sort of recognised as pubic hair, and then proceeded to draw something utterly unidentifiable beneath. Like a cross between a shellfish and an orchid.

“Outer lips, inner lips, hole… and, right there.” She inscribed a little circle. “Clit.”

I frowned at it. She frowned at it. She tore off the page and started again. This time she mysteriously started by drawing fingers, then opposite, some more fingers. She finished in a flourish with what looked like a distorted shellfish or orchid between. “Ok, opening up the lips, see? There are the inner lips, and they wrap over in a little hood and in there, underneath, is the spot. You never heard of little red riding hood? Never got that?”

“Are you trying to confuse me?” I peered at the curly lines. “I can see why you specialise in cats and not—”

“Don’t you dare make a pussy joke you bastard, and I am being graphically clear. Look there see? There!” She underlined the small circles she’d drawn on each illustration.

“That doesn’t even look human.”

We cackled. She tossed the book and stood to get the teapot.

Standing next to me Sara poured more tea, still chortling, then for the second time that day my friend caught me by surprise.

“Fucker,” she blurted and slammed the down the pot. She unfastened her belt. “We never tell anyone about this.” She quickly unzipped her jeans.

With a wriggle, she yanked both the denim and black knickers halfway down her thighs, completely revealing herself below her tight little t-shirt. “I won’t have you laughing at my drawing. I’m better than you, fuckwit. Now.” She fluffed at her black bush. “This is a vulva. This…” She made an inverted v of the fingers of one hand and pulled her outer lips apart, shoving her hips at me. “This is a clit. Clear? See?” She jabbed at the underlined circles on her sketches and then prodded at her naked bits. “See?”

I nodded, and swallowed. Sara turned this way and that, then put her hands on her hips. An odd pose with her jeans half down. “Any questions?”

I slightly wanted her to put it away, but then also wanted this moment to never end. Judging by my friend’s hesitancy in getting dressed again, I sensed she thought the same.

“So I just… stimulate that area and…”

“Most girls will cum, eventually, yes.” She tilted her head, folded her arms and pressed a finger to her lips. All relaxed on one hip, as cool as you like. “However.” She stooped and opened herself up again, this time wider, with the fingers of both hands. “Don’t charge at it. And don’t sort of lick up in here too much, can you see? Come closer. Don’t use the tip of your tongue under here, it’s too much.” She exposed the little pink spot under her hood, rolling it around.

She held up the tips of two fingers. “If this is the clit, and this is your tongue, don’t do this.” She prodded one with the other. “Do this.” She circled one with the other.

I nodded. She really did have an outstanding pussy; neater than my ex’s, and almost hairless over her lips.

“Show me,” she announced and shoved her finger into my mouth. I licked and she narrowed her eyes. Moments passed, I waited for the giggling. But it didn’t come. Hmm, I thought, as I pretended her fingertip was a clitoris and licked gently round and round it.

“Good.” She nodded down at fındıkzade escort me, then withdrew her finger from my mouth and impulsively rubbed it around her clitoral hood, watching herself and whispering, “Just round there…” Then as if suddenly realising where she was, Sara cleared her throat and grabbed her knickers ready to pull them up. Not immediately, though.

“So… anything else you’d like to ask me hmm?” Her cheeks looked slapped. “This is a once-in-a-life-time offer?”

I grabbed the tiger’s tail. “So, is that what you do. I mean is that how a girl pleasures herself, rubs around that area? I thought you liked fingers sort of inside too?”

She nodded. “Yep, that’s nice. Fingers inside. Gently though, and only when they’re wet— wait, you’ve never seen a girl masturbate? Jesus no-wonder you’ve never made a girl cum.”

I bit back a grin. Sara huffed. “Oh I see where this is going.” She regarded me coolly. Then she writhed her jeans and underwear completely off and waved a finger at me like it was my fault. “This is your lucky day mate.”

She kicked her clothing away and pirouetted, naked but for her t-shirt and some toe-nail varnish. I cheered. She really had a great rear too. She crossed her arms. “Just this one thing ok? Nothing else. Don’t get any ideas. This is not sex. It’s education ok?”

“I came expecting tea,” I said. “Maybe some cookies.”

She propped a foot up on her chair and flopped over her raised leg in embarrassed laughter, then composed herself. “I don’t believe I’m doing this. Ok. Can you see?”

I had the best view in the house, her new pose revealing a delight of pink fleshy lips curling underneath her.

“So. Well. I don’t normally stand up. Most of the time I lie down on my front and do this…” She sort of held one hand with the other and wedged them to her mound, grinding her hips at the hard lump they made. “But if I’m in a cheeky mood, I stand at the mirror and just go really lightly at first, like this….” She brushed her fingers over her abdomen and inner thighs.

“Should I be taking notes?”

She scowled and I felt foolish. Her caresses spiralled in. Her eyes closed and she ran those light fingertips over her intimate folds, and then squeezed at them. She sighed, opened her eyes and smiled at me. She looked… all powerful. Omnipotent.

“Don’t look away,” she all-but-whispered. “Your gaze is surprisingly horny.” I was hard enough to burst out of my clothing, like a below-the-waist incredible hulk. Her hand kneaded her lips, swirled them all around. A couple of fingers slipped between the outer skin a little more on each circuit, just a little, and she caught the occasional breath.

“Out… standing,” I said, and she chuckled quietly, and then peered down at my lap. “You hard?” again that intimate soft voice, I had never heard her speak like that. I liked it. I pushed my hips up so she could see the distortion she was causing in my jeans. She nodded. “Good.” Then caught another breath as she curled a finger up into herself, and withdrew it, sliding it over her clit. I sighed and she smiled. “I’m wet,” she croaked and showed me her finger, glossy to the knuckle. I took it into my mouth. She glowered, but watched me suck it.

Her fingers darted back to the hood of her clitoris, rubbing it… rubberilly. She gasped a little, and lifted her foot from the chair, planting it higher up onto the edge of the table, opening up even more. She reached down with her other hand and spread her inner lips. I gulped. It was lovely, all shiny, wet and inviting. Like a cool pool on a hot day, or the opposite. I dunno.

“All this wet stuff…” She slid her finger inside again, this time as far as it would go, “needs to go here…” She slipped it up again over her clit, looking distinctly puffed up now. Her fingers quickened, her movements became more demanding, and her breath turned to panting. I felt the most privileged bastard on the planet, but my mouth watered, and my cock shoved at my clothing.

Her movements turned feverish. One glossy finger became two, and made wriggling, itching movements deep inside her. She started swearing. I thought she must be close. But then she stopped. “Oh Fucking hell I can’t cum.” She held her bits like she needed to pee.

“There’s no hurry,” I said and sat back. “Don’t stop”. Sara smiled at my lap, took a deep breath and continued, swirling and tickling and probing. After a couple more minutes of quick, soft squelches and whispered curses, she withdrew her fingers. “Sorry sweetie, it’s not going to happen. You get the idea, though, don’t you?”

I could not accept that. Not one more sexual encounter with a girl who didn’t orgasm. Not her too! I leant in and flicked a light lick fatih escort at her clitoris. She caught a breath but didn’t tell me off so I did it again. Sara sighed and stroked my hair, and I pressed my advantage, opening her lips and pushing my tongue as deep into her as I could. I swirled it around inside her, then lapped up and around her spot.

She growled, grabbing her bum cheeks and rocking her hips. With that, my mouth was given free reign, and wanted to run riot, lick everything, suck everything, eat everything. However, I kept it controlled, tried to do what she had described. Her supporting leg trembled, and I caught her by her buttocks, one in each hand, holding her like a big fruit to my mouth. After moments of blabbering and grinding at my mouth her legs tremored again and she begged to sit.

Unsteady and flushed all down her neck, she flopped into a wooden chair. She grinned at my slimy chin. “Sorry. Is that all me?” But I wasn’t in the mood to respond. Her orgasm was my prey and I was very, very hungry. I just wanted to get back to work. No. I needed to get back to work.

She perched on the edge of the seat, leant back and propped her feet up on the table, far apart and gripping the edge of with her toes. I was under and between those newly spread thighs exactly like a cat pouncing on a titbit. She giggled, then swore as I attended to her sloppy folds and bursting clit eagerly with my newly found knowledge.

Now she was comfortable, it was all over frustratingly quickly. She hooked her hands behind her knees and yanked her legs apart as I licked her into squeaking hissing, shudders.

“Stop-stop-stop!” She blathered, then shoved my head back and puffed. “I’ve created a monster!”

She frowned. At least I assume she frowned. I was too absorbed with the profound pulsing between her legs. She covered herself. “Fuck! I need a fuck now… Fuck it! I fucking knew this would fucking happen!”

I banged my head on the table in my enthusiasm to oblige, but she locked her mound tight with both hands. Her face melted down at me.

“Oh sweetie, not you. Thank you. But sorry.”

I was confused, then realised. Her boyfriend lived downstairs. “You’re not thinking of…”

She leapt up and scampered for the door. “Course I am. He’ll just think I’ve been fingering myself in the mirror again. I won’t be long.” She headed out into the communal hallway. I felt simultaneously elated and crushed.

Her hall mirror presented the rear view of her banging on her boyfriend’s door, still naked from the waist down. I almost felt sorry for the bloke, then jealous, then sorry again as his girlfriend’s arousal chilled on my chin. “Alan!” She shrieked. “Wake up you lazy bastard! Open the door! Quick!”

“What?” a sleepy grumble from inside

“I need a fuck!”

The door opened, Sara leapt onto her hapless victim and then it slammed shut.

She was gone for ages and there was much thumping and howling from below, but I didn’t really mind. It would have been different, wrong, if we’d fucked. And anyway I felt in some part involved with all the histrionics downstairs. It was me that got her started after all. I didn’t even need to cum myself; suddenly I felt supremely in control. A sex zen master.

Sara was very sheepish when she came back up later with a classically post-coital dreamy expression. Not to mention hair do.

She shrugged cheekily and got dressed in the jeans and underwear that I’d picked up from the kitchen floor and folded while she was fucking. “You ok?” she croaked — her voice hoarse from all her screaming.

I winked.

She snapped her knicker elastic on her hips and sighed. “That was fucking brilliant!” She chuckled. “Kind of like a threesome!”

“I’ve never had one, but don’t all parties need to be aware they’re engaged in a threeway?”

She stepped into her jeans. “Oh he knows. I told him how you got me all hot and bothered. Alan said next time he sees you he’s going to ‘knock you on the nose.'” She hissed in silent hilarity as she fastened her zip and belt.

“What does that even mean!?” I laughed with her but to be honest felt a little nervous. I hate confrontation, relying on my size as a deterrent as much as possible.

She filled a glass of water, drained it, and gasped a theatrical sigh. “Fuck! He is a good fucker though… I definitely got the best of both worlds. I won’t lie to you, BC, there’s nothing sexier than a big brute like you down there licking me. And you’ve got a truly epic tongue!”

“Thanks to you.”

“My pleasure! You could always be my personal… fluffer? is that what they’re called?”

“Eh?”

“Those girls who keep porn stars erect between takes, by sucking them? Know what I mean?”

I sort of did, but wasn’t sure I liked the comparison. I had no idea, then, how this word would haunt me. In a good way.

“Can I keep this?” I picked up her notebook and went to tear off the page with her gynaecological drawings on it.

She lunged. “Fuck no!”

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Wearily, I save my file before slipping off my glasses to rub aching eyes, glad to have a large project finished. Setting the gold frames on my desk, I massage my eyes and the bridge of my nose, hands then moving to my temples and, finally, down under my hair to the kinks in my neck. In what has become almost a ritual, I close my eyes, let my chin rest on my sternum, and arch my back, loosening my spine. And still, I’m tense.

I sigh and then tell myself that I’ve more than earned the hot bath I’ve been using as an incentive. After all, there’s a new bottle of bath oil sitting next to the tub, bought for this purpose, and candles as well. I’m home alone, and there’s plenty of time before I have to start dinner, so I have no excuses to put off treating myself. I slowly climb the stairs to the bedroom, stretching my legs and arms. I slip off my blouse and skirt, putting them in the hamper, before fussing for a minute with the clasp of my bra. It always gives me a bit of trouble – the straps have to be just far enough down to leave some slack in the band, but not far enough to restrict my arms. I manage, wishing you were here to help, and ease the black satin off my breasts, dropping it in the hamper with my clothes before lightly running my fingers over the lines where the band has pressed into my skin. Removing my panties, I take a moment to enjoy the sensation of the breeze from the ceiling fan passing over my bare skin, causing my sensitive aureole to tighten and a small shiver to run up my spine.

On my way out of the room I wrap my white chenille bathrobe around me, tying the belt loosely around my waist. I pad across the cool tile floor of the bathroom to draw a bath, fussing with the temperature before adding in the oil, perhaps a bit too much, sighing softly as the fragrance fills the air. I light the candles, placing them around the deck of the tub. I pin my hair on top of my head and dim the lights before turning off the faucet and climbing gratefully into the bath. As I lean back against the pillow, I can’t help but anal escort sigh blissfully as the heat makes my muscles soften and relax. I close my eyes and let my mind drift, letting the tenseness drain away. The oil in the water makes my skin feel a bit slippery, and I let my hands drift over my stomach, enjoying the feeling. They continue upwards, sliding over the swell of my breasts, around to the sides, taking pleasure in the strange slipperiness of oil on the smooth skin.

My thoughts drift in another direction, wishing I were not here alone. After all, the tub is large enough for two. But, since you won’t be home for some time, I let my mind wander back to our last encounter, and my hand slides down, past my stomach, to nestle between my legs, feeling the same slipperiness on my shaved labia. I remember when you last touched me this way, and my fingers slip between my southern lips to caress my clit, slick with another kind of slipperiness. Another shiver passes through me, a sharp contrast to the heat of the water, as my fingers drip down to the source of the wetness and back up before circling my clit again. My mind drifts further as my fingers play, my other hand caressing my breasts, still thinking of you, and teasing myself over the edge into a gentle orgasm. As my mind drifts back to reality, I look up to see you kneeling by the side of the tub, smiling. “Enjoying your bath?” I nod, still confused at you being home early. “I enjoyed it too, especially after finishing up early at work. It was nice to come home to. Very nice.” You strip off your shirt before leaning over to kiss me, softly at first, but quickly growing more passionate. My arms slip up around your neck, soft with oil, as our tongues play and explore. When I break off to catch my breath, you ask if I mind company, and I smile, making a welcoming gesture. You stand up to unbuckle your belt and remove your pants, and I see just how much you had enjoyed my bath. You grin at me somewhat sheepishly, but I simply reach up to caress bayan escort istanbul your cock through your boxers, a devilish smile on my own lips.

“I see you enjoyed it too,” I murmur, tongue running unconsciously over my lips, and now it is your turn to nod, as my hand squeezes you gently. “Mmm, I like this, you know, but I want to see more.” I reach up for the waistband as you reach down for the same goal, and we slide your boxers off together. “That’s better.” I kneel up a bit now, pulling you just a bit closer so that I can grasp the base of your shaft with my hand, my tongue lapping the small bit of wetness from the head before licking from my hand back up to the tip. I look up at your small gasp, the devilish grin still present. I let it spread a bit wider before I bend my head back down breathe warmly over your cock. My lips part and slide down over the head, to enclose the shaft in warm wetness. I slide my mouth up and down, a bit further on each pass. My tongue swirls and caresses, as I suck on you, my enjoyment clear. However, we both want something more, and just as you are about to say something, I stop, smiling again and tugging your hand gently, urging you into the bath with me.

Once you join me in the tub and settle back, I grab the bottle of oil and pour some in my hands, rubbing it into your chest, then kneeling over your legs and rubbing my tits against it, grinning at the slipperiness. You pick up the bottle and add a liberal amount to them, hands sliding easily over my skin. I moan, back arching to give you better access. “God, that feels so good,” I whisper, “But something else would feel even better.”

“Oh? What would that be?”

“Maybe something like this.” I rise up a bit on my knees, and, grasping your cock, guide myself down over it slowly. I place my hands on your shoulders for balance, eyes closing as I feel myself slowly filled and stretched, my warm cunt slipping down over your hard shaft. As I slide down, the velvety walls constrict around you, almost as if pulling şişli escort you deeper yet. I rise up again, keeping just the head inside me, before sinking down, breasts bouncing with the motion. You reach up to cup them, still slippery with oil, and caress them as I slide up and down on your cock, moaning softly at first, but louder as the tempo speeds up. Your hands move to my nipples, pinching as much as you can before your fingers slip off, and I start to feel the first real stirrings of orgasm building within me. I speed up further to reach it, crying out loudly as my pussy contracts rhythmically around your cock, my head falling back as my eyes unfocus, hips still moving against you, and you can tell the pleasure washes over me in waves.

Eventually I am left gasping, unable to continue, and you hug me understandingly. You lift me off your cock, and climb out of the tub. You spread a thick, fuzzy towel on the cool tile floor, and give me a hand out of the water, laying me gently down on the towel. I smile gratefully up at you, and you push gently into me. “Please, fuck me,” I whimper, eyes full of need, and you oblige me, thrusting hard and deeply into my tight pussy until you feel me come again, almost screaming with release this time. As you continue, it keeps building in me, my cunt squeezing you even tighter, and you feel your own orgasm build. As I peak one last time, you drive deep into me, and come with me, my pussy feeling almost as if it’s milking it from you, the waves flowing between the two of us, leaving us gasping a bit for air.

After a few moments to recover in your arms, I realize the room is slowly cooling. I mention this to you, and you help me to my feet and drain the tub for a warm shower. We languidly soap each other, kissing softly and often. After some time, we can make no more pretense at cleaning each other, and you step out, giving me a hand before wrapping my robe around me, fetching your own as we head into the bedroom. Relaxing on the bed, I lie against you, my head on your chest and your arms around me, hair still pinned on my head. Just a few moments, I think, to cuddle and then I’ll get dinner started. It is at that point that I realize your breathing has slowed to a sleeping rhythm, and my own inevitably follow suit as I drift off, warm and comfortable in your arms.

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THE CASE OF THE MURDERED LORD

It was as I recall a dim day in late November although he air was clear outside our lodgings in 221b Baker Street.. Holmes was engaged in a scientific experiment to see how long he could bugger Mrs. Hudson before she cried for mercy and I was quietly buggering Mr. Hudson when I glanced out of the window.

‘Good heavens Holmes!’ I cried. ‘who is this extraordinary creature coming down the street?’ My friend who was also near the window as his long cock plunged in and out of our landlady’s pert young bottom followed my gaze.

‘Apart from the fact that she is a whore who has lately practiced her trade at the Aldershot barracks and has recently been fucked and is now at Irene Adler’s establishment in Rathbone Street I can form no deductions.’

‘Wonderful Holmes!’ I ejaculated doing so into the tight warm hole of Mr. Hudson. ‘How do you do it?’

‘You know my methods, Apply them’

The young lady who was wearing nothing but a short fur coat and 7” fuck me heels was drawing nearer but I remained baffled. ‘Come Holmes this is too much what is the basis for your conclusions?’

Just then the bell rang and I whipped Mr. Hudson down the stairs to answer it. The young lady stood at the door and if she was surprised at seeing two naked men one with a limp cock and the other fully erect for Mr. Hudson got an enormous sexual thrill when Holmes or I fucked him she gave no sign of it..

‘Oh a cock!’ she cried. ‘I love cock so much!’ And in an instant she was on her kness wrapping her soft lips around the huge protruding member. But a sharp call came from upstairs.

‘Watson! Bring our client up!’ Dismissing Mr. Hudson with another sharp thrash on his beautiful young bottom I followed the young lady up the stairs fondling the bottom so entrancingly revealed beneath the very short fur coat as she purred with pleasure.

‘When we had the young lady in a chair with her coat off and her lovely young body displayed my friend gave a short laugh. ‘See Watson she has FUCK ME HERE tattooed on her lower belly with an arrow pointing to her pussy and the regimental crest of the Black Watch which is now in barracks at Aldershot. She has recently dried spunk on her upper thigh where it has obviously just dribbled out of her cunt. Her fur coat bears the trademark of Locke and Co. whose only whorehouse client is Irene Adler.I have been guilty of a short monograph on the 14000 whorehouses in London and know whereof I speak.’

‘Marvellous Holmes!’

‘Elementary my dear Watson. Now Mrs. Hudson I will continue my exploration of the limits that your şişli escort back passage can endure at some future date so please leave us.’ Our landlady scurried out tits bobbing and hips twisting.

‘Now Miss eeerr?’ enquired my naked friend his cock still fully erect as my own began to stiffen again.

‘Miss Va Va Zazoom.’ simpered our client gently wriggling her hips.

‘Pshaw .’ exclaimed my friend. ‘I do not like doing business with an alias. Please state your real name or we will both fuck you and then ask you to leave.’

Our client broke down in sobs which made her large boobies wobble beautifully. ‘All right I am Elsie Tanner from Brixton and I am a good girl. Irene Adler is a modelling agency.’

My friend smiled sardonically advanced on the girl and plunged his erect cock onto her pussy as she moaned in protest. After a few minutes of vigorous fucking he withdrew. ‘As I thought.’ he said. ‘Your cunt is far too skilful and experienced to be that of anything other than a practicing whore. Now tell us what brings you here.’

At a tolerant nod from my friend I moved behind the girl seated her on me and began a long steady thorough fuck into her delightful young cunt as she began her melancholy tale.

‘Lord Arthur Savile! The younger son of the Duke of Holdernesse! He has been found with his throat cut on our premises! OH sir please fuck me harder your cock feels so good..’

‘Ha.’ Said Sherlock. ‘Now please rub my cock as my friend fucks you. Was Lord Arthur a frequent visitor to your premises?’

‘Yes he was.’ exclaimed our young visitor as her hips heaved and her cunt slid up and down my cock. ‘But he was very unwelcome as he wanted to spank us and then bugger us so Irene had almost decided to ban him. Then last night he attended one of our regular parties for discerning gentlemen and was found with his throat slit in the cloakroom.’

While I had been fucking the young woman my friend had been inspecting her pussy with his magnifying glass.

‘H’mmm. I see that your pussy is fully shaven.’

‘Yes sir it is a rule of the house all pussies to be fully shaven and creamed at all times.’

‘And who performs this shaving? Do you do it yourself?’

‘No we have to lie with our legs apart every Friday night and a man in a mask comes and shaves each of us and rubs cream into our mounds and then fucks one of us then leaves.’

‘H’mmm. Well there are some interesting clues here but we need to visit the scene of the crime. Watson can you complete your fucking?’

At my friend’s command I speeded up my fucking and soon shot kağıthane escort a lovely load of warm white juice up Elsie’s willing young cunt. And then we descended to Baker Street. The sight of two totally naked men and a young lady in a very short fur coat excited some interest but soon a hansom picked us up. As we drove to Rathbone Street we sat Elsie between us and groped at her fantastic tits and her delicate little pussy so that soon my cock was once again as hard as a bone. We made her stand up so that we could admire her lovely round young bottom and spank it so a cab ride has rarely been such pleasure.

The house was in turmoil. Scores of young ladies with little or nothing on were milling around but my friend and I cocks erect strode through he throng of young female flesh to the cloakroom where the corpse of the unfortunate young man still lay. Inspector lestrade with two immensely handsome young constables was on the scene.

‘Ah Holmes.’ he said. ‘You are the stormy petrel of crime.’ But my friend was already on his knees examining minutely the gashed throat of the unfortunate young aristocrat..

‘Ha.’ he said rising to his feet. ‘I have not had such an interesting case since I buggered the Giant Rat of Sumatra a story for which Literotica is not yet prepared. But I think the matter is fairly plain. Now Inspector, Watson and I require some recreation so could you please tell those two immensely handsome young constables to remove their trousers and bend over.’

At a word from the inspector the two young men exposed their lovely young bottoms and my friend and I spent twenty minutes sodomising them as they moaned and protested. As my friend spunked he cried ‘Now Watson! The game’s a foot!’

‘But Holmes’ I protested as I increased my pace of fucking and spunked ‘I am not into foot fetishism.’

‘Miss Adler!’ he cried. There then appeared one of the most gorgeous visions of sexual loveliness I have ever seen, a lady in her early thirties with thigh length high heeled leather boots long black gloves and nothing else to hide her large firm titties lovely face and shaven pussy.

‘Ha!’ cried my friend. ‘THE woman! Now Irene could you please line up all your ladies lying down on their backs with their legs spread wide apart so that I can make a forensic examination of their pussies?’

She wriggled her hips. ‘Yes I could … but if I do could I spank and fuck your friend? He has such an attractive bottom.’

‘Watson you won’t mind will you?’ So we after a short wait went in a long room with a table down the middle and a trestle in one corner. taksim escort On the table about twenty five lovely young ladies lay completely naked with their legs all wide apart providing perfect views of their pussies and cuntholes. My cock grew to unimaginable lengths of lust and desire as I gazed but Irene drew me to the trestle and strapped me over it. My friend began a minute forensic inspection of each pussy with his magnifying glass. Irene began a horrible spanking of my bottom exposed to all the naked girls and within minutes I began to scream. She then donned an enormous strap on and rammed it up my bottom and began a merciless and intense fucking.

Within an hour my friend had completed his inspection of the naked pussies and pausing only for a quick fuck into the most attractive young lady he released me from the savage assaults of Miss Adler. Still completely naked and my friend with spunk still dribbling from the tip of his cock we waited for a hansom.

‘Basically a simple matter Watson. We now need to bring the criminal to justice. Cabbie! Holdernesse House.’

AS I had expected two totally naked men both with immensely stiff cocks (for I had worked on my friend’s during the ride) were not very well received by the butler who opened the door but when my friend informed that he had urgent business with the Duke relating to his son’s death we were admitted and after a few minutes in a waiting room a naked footman ushered us into the Duke’s apartment.. The Duke a nobleman in the prime of life, then entered and bidding us wait raped the footman with long intense strokes while Holmes and I sat cuddled on the sofa gently wanking each other’s cocks.

When the Duke had spunked into the menial’s helpless backside he turned to us. ‘So Holmes the meddler! Holmes the interferer! Do you know I could break you in an instant?’

Holmes smiled as he rubbed my cock. ‘It was a favourite theme of the late lamented Doctor Moriarty but I am still here. I know that you killed your son. I know that Irene allowed you to shave her girls’ pussies and fuck one of them afterwards. I observed that the nicks of the Trumper’s razor on the girls’ pussies was the same as the marks on your son’s neck and I could recognise that this was a razor supplied by Trumper’s only to you. You were jealous that he would take your place as pussy shaver.’

I have never seen a man collapse so fast. ‘What do you want?’ he cried.

Holmes smiled again. ‘Sex. I want to fuck you as I have never fucked a Duke before. Watson will want to fuck your duchess while I fuck you and you watch. Then completely free access to your house your footmen chambermaids parlour maids stableboys. And of course your wife must always be freely available to Watson and me.’

‘Anything anything!’ cried the Duke and bent over the sofa exposing his bottom to my friend’s attention.

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Ever notice how slutty some chicks look at sporting events? I couldn’t help but notice that as I took my seat at a major league baseball game this summer. The seats were excellent scores for my buddy. Just a couple rows back from the third base line. About the third inning I stand up to make a beer run. Earlier in the game noticed a long haired brunette wearing a denim skirt, flip flops and a baseball jersey only partially buttoned up. We have been exchanging glances since.

As I walk past her row I hear, “Hey red hat! Where you going? I like your beard!”

I realize she is talking to me since I have cargo shorts, a t-shirt and RED HAT on. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to grab a beer. Wanna come with?”

I see her hurriedly down her beer and tell her friend she will be right back. She joins up with me and we walk to the beer garden. She introduces herself as Macy. To say Macy looks like the spokeswoman for AT&T is an understatement. Dead ringer is more like it. We strike up conversation and make fast friends. Walking back from the beer garden I can’t help but admire the slightest panty line through her denim skirt. Her and her friend have two empty seats near them so my buddy and I join them the rest of the game.

After the game we all decide to hit up a local dive bar. The four of us pile into Macy’s Honda and off we go. During our time at the bar we play darts and make small talk. I find out she is an oncology nurse. Her boyfriend and her had a big fight and she needed a night out. During the dart game I take it upon myself to cozy up to Macy more and more. Running grup escort my hand down her back, big a hand into her back pocket and squeeze her luscious ass, kissing her neck. After we finish our second pitcher I kiss her. I can see the guilt creeping in her eyes.

When we all decide to call it a night Macy stops at her friends place first, my buddy and her friend climb out and they head upstairs. Soon as they are out of sight my hands are all over Macy’s body and my mouth is all over hers. Our tongues mingle and my nice guy routine is out the window. My right hand slips under her jersey and I start rubbing and squeezing her tits. Squeezing so hard she yelps.

“Lets go back to your place.” She suggests.

“My place is my Buddy’s. He has the key. He is inside your friend right now.”

“We can’t go back to my place. My boyfriend is home.”

“Well either I take you here in this car or we use your friends couch.”

I can see her mind weighing its options as my hand is squeezing her tit harder. My hand leaves her mound and reaches for some skin on her thigh. She willingly opens her thigh and quickly my fingers are reaching her wet panties. Soon I am finger fucking her in her car.

“OK, OK, I know where she keeps the spare key.”

I reluctantly retreat my hand from her loins. We walk up to the friends apartment. She tries to straighten herself out and look sober although its obvious to her stagger she is intoxicated.

We walk up to the front door of the friends apartment and after about 3 seconds of searching the planter eskort bayan istanbul on the porch she is digging a key out and opening the door.

We walk into the living room and I can hear my buddy destroying her friends pussy in the back bedroom. Instantly we collide. I take my shirt off and hurriedly unbutton her jersey. Its not completely unbuttoned before I playfully, but forcefully push her back on the couch.

She is taking the initiative and is hiking her skirt up and pulling her panties down her thick legs. No sooner is her black brief cut panties hitting the floor than I lay between her legs and nestle my cock at her opening.

“Condom please?”

I pretend I don’t hear her and rub my pre-cum head over her clit. She tries to grab my member before it possess her canal. I grab her hands and hold them above her head as I jam all 8 inches of my cock into her thick, mid-western body.

She responds by wrapping her legs around me and locking them behind my back. I use her wide hips and thick ass for leverage as I work my way in and out of her. Soon her hips are raising to meet mine.

“God damn… You seemed so innocent at the ballgame.” I hiss in her ear. Eluding to how slutty she has become.

“I know. I didn’t plan on fucking you but you are so fucking cool. I just need this. My boyfriend sucks at life.”

“Want to ride me?”

“Yes, but let me cum first. I’m close.”

My hands leave her hips and go to her tits. This pushes her over the edge. To my disappointment she doesn’t scream. Just a loud moan.

I pull oral escort back and she knows her place. She mounts me and I enjoy the ride. I pull her jersey down and pull her bra up over her head. I enjoy her borderline D cup tits. Her eyes roll back in her head and she leans her head back as I assault and maul her innocent looking tits. First pinching, and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. Then sucking. Finally biting.

She is panting and struggles to say, “Oh fuck. Keep it up. I. Never. Cum. On. Top.” Then she lets out a scream that I think will wake the entire apartment building. OH FUCK YES!!” Then I run my hands up her smooth thighs, under her skirt. I squeeze her ass.

She is still riding me but lets out a warning as she catches her breath.

“Warn me before you cum.”

I nod in agreement. I can feel my balls boil over and erupt through the head of my cock. In that split second I grab her hips and hold her down on top of me.

“OH FUCK!!” She screams as she kicks her head back then collapses on me. She is still slow riding me as I slowly raise my hips up to meet hers. Our pace slows down as my cock goes limp. She crawls off me and lays down on the couch. She is panting and catching her breath, “That was fucking fantastic.”

I subtly get dressed as she makes small talk. My phone soon lights up and it’s my buddy. He could hear us fucking and asks if I am ready to make my exit. Macy gets dressed also. Well sort of. She doesn’t bother to put her bra back on before she puts her jersey on. Instead she just carries it in her hand. Her panties, they are in my pocket.

Soon my buddy steps out and Macy gives us a ride back to my buddies place. It was a long quiet ride for Macy on the drive of shame. I noticed my cum dripping down her leg after it escapes her sperm bank of a womb. I never saw or heard from Macy every again.

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“I knew it!”

Amy was the first to break the silence.

“I knew you had to be over a foot long. Of all the legends about guys with so-called foot long cocks I’ve never seen anybody nearly that big. But you’re the real deal!” Amy gushed.

Amy had remained cool this whole time, playing her signature character of the sultry, bombshell. Now, she couldn’t contain her excitement. John’s impressive measurements had transformed her into a bubbly schoolgirl.

“I think she likes it” John said to nobody in particular.

“I never believed anybody could have a cock this big either.” Olivia chimed in. “I don’t think there’s even guys in porn with foot long cocks.”

“This isn’t just a foot though.” Amy giggled. Still holding John by the base of his member she pulled the tape measure away and set it aside. “This is almost fourteen inches of thick cock right here.” She made it wave back and forth gently, her eyes never leaving it.

John and Olivia exchanged a look.

“Should we tell her?” John asked Olivia.

“Tell me what?!” Amy broke her gaze away from John’s crotch to look up at them.

“Well…” Olivia started. Her fingers extending out toward John. Replacing Amy’s hand at the base.

All three of them looked down continuing to marvel at its size.

“Like you asked before” Olivia continued “You know that I must have measure it before.” Her second hand wrapped around the middle of the huge cylindrical shape. Her hands were spaced inches apart with most of it still jutting out above her grasp.

“What are you saying?” Amy’s voice had dropped almost to a whisper.

“I’m saying that this isn’t the biggest I’ve seen it.”

Amy’s mouth was agape.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re saying it gets bigger than this?”

“Yeah” Olivia nodded.

Amy laughed incredulously.

John was enjoying this greatly. Amy’s reaction was only serving to make him more excited.

“I think it’s a little bigger than it was earlier. I can’t imagine it getting even bigger.” Amy replied watching as Olivia’s hands began to gently squeeze and rub John’s massive shaft.

“You’ll see.” Olivia said with a sly smile. Her small hand motions were getting more amplified with every stroke.

“John.” Amy said suddenly. “Were you this big earlier today? With me?” She was looking him directly in the eyes. Her eyes were dilated and wide, her lips slightly parted. John was very aware that she was squeezing her enormous breasts together between her upper arms, her hands now held tightly between her thighs. Her expanse of cleavage was making it difficult for John to keep eye contact.

“Well… No. I don’t think I was quite this big.”

“I see.”

“Don’t get me wrong. It was incredible… I was just a bit nervous. Very nervous actually.” He laughed.

John was now staring openly at Amy’s massive tits. He still couldn’t believe such a huge pair of plump, round, tits could be attached to Amy’s slim torso. Her dress was bunched up around her waspish waist before again going tight across her shapely hips and legs.

John’s head was filling with ideas of what he would like to do that Amy’s incredible body. As he gaped at her huge melons he was wonder how soon he could have his cock buried between them again.

John gasped suddenly.

Olivia had decided to demand more of John’s attention in the most practical way she could think of.

She had stuffed John’s bulbous cock head into her mouth and began swirling her tongue in circles around it.

John’s laid his head back on the couch, overwhelmed by the sensation of Olivia’s blowjob.

Olivia’s hands continued rubbing along John’s length while she impaled her face onto his tip. Pre-cum was starting slowly gush into her hungry mouth.

“Wow.” Was all Amy could muster. As she watched Olivia suck John, she was distinctly aware how ridiculous it looked. Even with both her hands and her mouth attacking John’s cock, Oliva was no match for the sheer enormity of John.

Olivia popped her face off of the tip so she could catch her breath. She gasped for air for a few moments before returning to the now glistening head.

Her breasts were beginning to bounce as Olivia attempted to bob her head on John’s massive tool. Precum was gushing forth more steadily now. A mixture of saliva and cum was coating his length and lubricating Olivia’s fingers.

Olivia began working her hands more aggressively now, sliding and twisting up and down Johns incredible length.

John let out a long deep moan in response.

Amy was sure that John looked bigger now. Maybe longer, but thicker for sure. When Olivia began Amy recalled noticing that her fingers had barely been able to touch where the wrapped around the middle of his shaft. The fingers wrapped around the base being spaced apart roughly a fingers width due to being even thicker than the middle. Now Olivia’s fingers could not reach all the way around shaft at any part of its length.

Once again Olivia had to pull herself off of John’s arap escort huge dick. This time not only to take a breath but also to swallow down the copious amount of cum that was collecting in her mouth, some of which had now started dripping from the corners of her mouth and spattering on her plump breasts.

John moaned again when Olivia returned her mouth to his engorged cockhead. Her hands again pumping vigorously up and down John’s baseball bat.

“Oh fuck!” John gasped. He could feel himself getting bigger and harder and bigger still.

Olivia was struggling now. Where once she had been able to swirl her tongue around the tip, she now found her tongue pinned down by the growing appendage. Her jaw and lips were stretched to their max in order to accommodate the absurdly girthy shaft.

Her hands were also becoming inadequate to service the incredible length. In her hands the shaft felt thicker than a beer can at the base.

“John, I think you’re getting too big for her.” Amy said seriously.

“Yeah?” John croaked, his head still thrown backwards in ecstasy, his eyes closed tightly.

“Yes. John… You should see how stuffed Olivia’s mouth looks with that huge cock in her mouth. She’s really struggling with how much you’ve grown.” Amy had brought her fingers to touch the moistness between her legs. Seeing John grow was such a turn on for her and since he was too overwhelmed to look himself, she decided she would be his eyes.

“Your cock looks so big it’s like a fucking baseball bat. No, thicker than that. You’re just way too big, John.” Amy pushed her panties aside and began fingering her clit softly. “I don’t think Olivia can keep it up for much longer. You’re going to kill her with that monster cock!”

The truth wasn’t far from Amy’s portrayal. John’s bulbous cockhead had swollen nearly to the size of an apple in Olivia’s mouth. When she went to pull herself off of him, she found, to her horror, that his cock was caught in her mouth. She tried desperately to swallow the cum that had filled her mouth but it was too much. Too much cum. Too much cock.

In a panic she forcefully pulled her face off his oversized cock. With her jaw already stretched she was unable to keep her teeth from digging in.

John snapped out of his state of ecstasy and winced slightly.

Olivia was breathing heavily and rubbing her jaw muscles with her hands. “Sorry” she gasped. “It got so big all of the sudden.”

“Its okay. I’m fine. Are you okay, though?” John asked genuinely concerned. He had been so enraptured by Olivia’s skill blowjob and Amy’s highly effective dirty talk, that he didn’t realize how hard Olivia was pushing herself to cope with his ever-growing cock.

“I just need a second.” Olivia said, laying back on the couch. Her chin and breasts glistening with cum, eyes watering, she looked like she had barely survived her sexual encounter.

Suddenly, Amy leapt up from the couch only to immediately fall to her knees in front of where John sat. Her globular breasts bounced obscenely from the motion. They continued to jiggle and sway for several seconds afterward while Amy beamed at John. She loved the expression on his face as he watched every motion of her memorizing rack.

“I suppose It’s my turn then.” Amy said moving between John’s spread legs. “I know somewhere that this thing is not too big to fit.” She said while holding her tits up with her hands and giving a sideways glance towards Olivia.

Amy didn’t mean to belittle Olivia but she felt stung by the remark. She had let John fuck her tits on many occasions in the past and her sizable boobs had always been a useful contribution of stimulation along with her mouth and hands. But she could not help but feel outclassed by Amy’s absurdly big assets.

Amy spread her breasts apart before wrapping her enormous orbs around the shaft of John’s towering dick. As big as they were, much of John’s glistening, wet, length still extended out between her soft flesh. Amy found her face nearly pressed up against the bulbous tip. From this perspective it was clear that John was much bigger than he had been that morning.

“My god…” Amy whispered. Her lips brushing Johns sensitive cockhead as she spoke.

Her words were almost literal. This massive cock was the closet thing to a religious experience Amy had ever had. If she was going to worship anything in the world, it would have to be John’s cock. She was so focused on the godlike member she was straddling with her torso she hadn’t noticed the moisture dripping down her legs.

Amy began sliding her body up and down the gigantic pillar of flesh while holding her breasts around its tremendous thickness. With each stroke his tip was sliding across her face and bumping into her chin, leaving behind shiny patches of precum.

“There’s no way this thing could fit in my mouth right now” Amy said looking up at John.

“Tell me about it” Olivia groaned, shifting in her seat to get a better view of the show.

John escort bayan istanbul was too focused on the visual spectacle unfolding before him. Laying flat on the massage table earlier that day had made it difficult to see what Amy’s huge tits looked like as she worked up and down his cock, but now, reclined on the couch with Amy kneeling between his outstretched legs, he could appreciate the incredible proportions of this titfuck.

As Amy become more engrossed her worshipping John, she moved one hand to grip the top of the massive shaft and while still keeping him between her tits, she let her other had reach between her legs. She gasped as her fingers moved into her panties and she began stimulating her clit.

After shuttering slightly from her own touch, she then started placing wet kisses on John tip on every downstroke.

After several minutes of watching Amy sensually and lovingly worship John’s cock, Olivia was no longer content just watching. She slowly slid off the couch and stood behind Amy. John saw a devious smile on Olivia’s face before she slid out of sight behind Amy’s curvaceous form. Laying flat on her back, Olivia slid herself between Amy’s thick thighs.

Amy gasped in surprise and delight. Olivia had pulled Amy’s panties to the side and was aggressively eating her soaking wet pussy.

Returning both her hands to pressing her massive tits around John’s dick, Amy started bouncing them more quickly. Now her supersized boobs were sliding up and down the entire length of the monstrous shaft. Slick slapping sounds echoed through the apartment with increasing volume and frequency.

Soon Amy was moaning loudly while belligerently slamming her tits on John’s mammoth pole. Her body was being racked with orgasm resulting from Olivia’s vigorous tongue lashing. Meanwhile cum was steadily gushing in spurts from John’s cock, continuously lubricating the motion of Amy’s tittyfuck.

Once her orgasms subsided Amy’s stroking motion slowed and eventually stopped. Her chest was now completely coated with John’s cum, some of which had even dripped down between her tits to dribble onto Olivia’s already glistening face.

After taking a moment to catch her breath, Amy finally managed to speak.

“I want to measure it… now.” She was looking up and down John’s member which was looking more immense and angrier than ever.

Olivia slid out from under Amy, having had her head released from the hold Amy had placed on it with her thighs. They looked like absolute wrecks, both having their skin and clothes covered in cum and other fluids.

“I’m curious too.” Olivia said crawling over to collect where the tape measure had ended up thrown on the floor.

This time it was Olivia’s turn to stretch the tape measure along the length of John’s cock.

“Fifteen fucking inches”

“Fuck” Amy gasped.

“What about…” Amy started again, holding her hands together in a circle. “What about how big around?”

“The girth?” Olivia began wrapping the tape around John’s member just below the head. “Looks to be about… seven and a half inches.” Then moving the tape down his length “-and at the base… nine inches… Jesus.”

Johns head was swimming. This had to be the biggest and hardest he had ever been.

“I can’t stand it any longer. I have to have it in me!” Amy was pulling her dress the rest of the way off.

John and Olivia both watched in wonder as Amy’s figure was finally exposed. Not only did she had spectacular breasts, which were bouncing and swaying as she removed her dress, but her stomach was flat and smooth. Additionally, her ass was full and perfectly shaped. Amy was truly blessed with an implausible, hyper-sexual, hourglass figure.

Olivia found herself wishing she could be a bit curvier. She had always been confident in her body type, she was thin with a big rack, who could complain? But now, in the presence of this goddess of fertility, she was begging to feel inadequate.

For once, Amy was completely unaware of the admiring stares she was receiving, she was too focused on what she was about to do.

Stepping towards where John still sat reclined, she tried to figure out how to position herself on top of him and his towering dick. There was no way she could simply straddle him like any other man, in that position the tip was closer to her mouth than to her pussy. She thought for a moment that if she put one leg up on the couch cushion, she may be able to insert him, but even still, he was just too big.

After a moment of frustration, the solution came to Amy. Grabbing John’s enormous python, she bent it downward and turned herself around, guiding him into the space between her substantial thighs and round behind.

“Ooooh” John groaned as the head of his cock felt the wetness between her legs.

Amy bent forward and positioned the bulbous head against the dripping wet entrance of her snatch. Then she began leaning her weight back against it.

John could feel her tight opening pressing down on zenci escort him as she backed her big round ass towards him. He wanted nothing more than to see his massive cock disappear inside her so that he could grab ahold of her hips and pull her even deeper.

Olivia moved in close besides John, taking in the same view that he was enjoying. With one hand she wrapped her fingers partially around the girthy root of John’s cock. She began gently stroking him. She wanted to make sure that John stayed in his current, enormous state while Amy positioned herself.

“Oh fuck.” Amy cried out softly as she felt the thickness began pushing inside her. She hadn’t even gotten the head inside her and it was already stretching her further than any man had before.

“How does that feel?” John growled.

“Fuckin’ big.”

“Just take your time.” John knew he had to be patient but the wait was agony.

Amy wiggled her hips slightly, sending jiggles through her globular ass cheeks. She was trying to work the tip inside her but progress was glacial. Even still, every minuscule bit deeper he went inside her, the diameter of the head flared out thicker and thicker. Amy bit down on her lip and pushed back harder but it felt like she didn’t make any progress.

“I can’t get it in.” Amy said desperately. “It’s too big.”

Next thing she knew, John was pushing her down to the ground and positioning himself behind her.

“Oh, John! Please stuff that cock in me!” Amy cried out.

“Please be careful.” Olivia whispered from behind him, but John was too absorbed to hear her.

He was kneeling on the living room floor, with Amy bent over in front of him. Amy’s ass was pushed up in the air, her face was on the ground, and below her the immense expanse of her tits ballooned out. John grabbed ahold of Amy’s soft behind and pressed his cockhead against her pussy. He pulled her towards him while pushing himself forward and immediately sunk is cock further into than he had been before.

“OH FUCK!” Amy screamed while John moaned simultaneously.

The thickest part of the head of John’s cock was now inside her. He could feel incredible pressure as her pussy tried to fight off the oversized invader.

After a moment John began pushing forward. His cock nearly buckling from the incredible resistance. The head of his cock was now entirely inside Amy and about an inch of the shaft followed it in.

“Uhhhhh.” Amy groaned as she orgasmed. Waves of pain and pleasured cycled through her lower body as she spasmed.

John began bouncing in and out of her slightly. She was so tight and the incredible size of his cock head caught inside her only allowed him to move a fraction of an inch either way, but even this small amount of movement was overwhelming Amy’s senses. Her whole body was shaking. She felt so stuffed she was sure that John was going to tear her in half.

After less than a minute Amy couldn’t take it any longer.

“It’s…” She groaned. “It’s too much. Too big.”

“Yeah?” John asked cockily “You like that? You like that I’m too big for you?”

“Ye- yes…” Amy said “But…”

John tried pushing forward again. He needed to be deeper. He wanted to feel himself bottom out inside her.

“AHHHHH!” Amy cried out. “It’s too much! I can’t take it! You… You’re going to destroy me!”

John pulled back immediately. His cock sprang free from her confines and Amy instantly collapsed into a heap on the floor.

“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” John asked.

“It’s okay. I just need a moment…” Amy whispered into the carpet. Her pride was more hurt than her body.

“John?” Olivia’s voice grabbed his attention.

John turned around to see Olivia had stripped of her yoga pants so that she was now completely nude. She was pressing her breasts together with her upper arms, her hands clamped between her thighs.

“I’ll take you.” She said, opening her legs presenting her sopping wet cunt.

John didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself on top of her, ready to stuff her full of his thick dick.

“Actually. Let me start on top.”

John hesitated, his member bobbing inches from her entrance. Then, wordlessly, he laid flat on the couch. Olivia crawled over him before straddling his torso. A little higher up and John would be able to eat her out, but that wasn’t the direction she was going. Instead she lowered her pussy down onto the tip of his cock.

“Oh, yes.” Olivia moaned as his immense girth spread her opened. “You’re definitely extra thick today.”

She was very tight, but she was slowly working John’s cock head into her. She paused as a tremble rose through her body. The feeling of John stretching her never failed to trigger and orgasm. The incredible thickness could be felt in all the right places.

After her orgasm subsided Olivia pushed further until she came again. In this way she slowly inched down John’s huge pillar of flesh. When she finally felt John bottom out inside her, she had come eight times and had the top eight inches of Johns cock buried inside her.

They moaned in unison when John’s cock finally met Olivia’s cervix.

Olivia’s plump tits were positioned right in John’s face at this point and he took the opportunity to have her left nipple into his mouth. Olivia gasped in response.

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The lights are bright and persistent as they outline our figures, I smile when I see how they glare and reflect off of her lip gloss. The party was a wild one, and at 2:05 am we were both buzzed, dressed in smiles, and with her and I sitting close, I had of course found it hard to keep my eyes off of her. She had crossed her legs, I assumed it was body language saying that she wanted me.

At exit 164 I traced her leg with my index finger and watched her grin in response to the game I was playing, she could tell my intentions were mischievous. As I placed soft kisses on her left shoulder and back, her eyes scanned our surroundings cautiously, and in closing her eyes she gave an unspoken signal that she wanted to play further. Draping her legs over mine to pull her closer, I kissed the top of each breast at exit 169, taking in the sweet smelling mixture of vanilla and mixed fruit lotions she had worn. I gripped her top and pictured myself ripping it to get it out of the way exposing her maroon strapless bra, she giggled a bit when she noticed my deep thought.

My mind back on reality at exit 171, I lowered her top and bra slowly kırgız escort to take in a mouthful of what was underneath, I lightly bit her soft breast and watched the breath escape her mouth as I squeezed the other, we both shifted our attention to our present company, “too late to stop now” is what I jokingly whispered in her ear at exit 174 as I pulled her on top to straddle me face to face. I glanced down and played with each pleat of her skirt, and while gripping both her thighs I moved my hands forward to raise her skirt, her panties were a bra-matching maroon with a flowery see-through design on the front. She followed my gaze with a smile and asked “do you like?”.

I responded at exit 177 by taking her ass in my hands and pulling her closer to me as I kissed her lips and sucked on the bottom one longer, the warmth in between her legs seemed to heat both our bodies in the fluctuating temperature. At exit 179 she was undoing my belt and kissing each side of my neck, and by exit 180 I was rubbing her clit, she sucked on my neck to muffle her moans, I shifted my eyes to see the cab driver moving eskort istanbul his rearview mirror, her back was to him, and I was positive he wasn’t paying as much attention to the road as he was trying to see the episode going on behind his seat. As I rubbed her wet pussy her eyes shut tight, I had succeeded in making her forget our surroundings.

At exit 182 I was anxious almost exploding from a hard dick that pressed against the wet flower print on her panties, she grinded against me, and at exit 184 I moved her panties aside and lowered her onto me, she shook as I entered, and I raised to slide in deeper, my shaft glistened as her wet pussy moved up and down slowly. At exit 186 her arms were wrapped around my neck as her hands gripped the top of the seat behind me, she moved her hips at her pace and I felt her pussy tighten around me and her moaning had become louder than the cab driver’s blaring radio which ironically aired a commercial for an adult video store. My hands gripped her back and ass as I followed her body’s direction to ensure that she reached her orgasmic destination.

The back windows were genç escort fogged heavily, and through her handprints in the back left window I could see a green sign stating: Exit 189 1 mile: approaching. I wrapped my lips around her breast to suck on them as she moved her hips furiously, she was almost there and so were we with only 1/2 mile until we approached downtown. Her movements became more forceful as she shook and moaned as if electricity surged through her, her pussy now squeezing me tighter and tighter I rubbed her clit, and licked my fingers, she blushed and kissed my lips and tasted my tongue, exhausted and satisfied from her hard work. I noticed the cab slowing as he attempted to buy us time, I could see her curly brown hair as we entered downtown lights, her breathing now matched the tempo of the cab’s left turn signal.

By the time her breathing had slowed, I could see her face clearly in the lights, she laid her head on my shoulder with a smile. Attempting to fix ourselves we laughed at her tussled hair and clothes. Arriving at our destination $40.75 dollars was on the meter, I gave the driver $55 exactly as I tried not to make eye contact with him. I could see she was blushed red when the cab driver winked at us and pulled off. She motioned for me to come closer as we approached the downstairs door, I could see that our little game of Taxicab Confessions was only the beginning of the night.

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I’m not sure exactly how long Taryn and I have been sleeping together or what even started it all. We had known each other for a while, we were pretty good friends. Neither one of us was looking for a relationship. We were just out for fun, that’s all. We were friends with benefits. Yes, we slept together but we were also real good friends. She always knew that if she had a problem, she could come to me and vice versa. I know it’s wrong to say but even when I was in various relationships, I’d still wind up fucking Taryn. It never bothered her. But she was always the good one. If she was dating someone, she’d stayed honest and true. You have to respect that about her.

Taryn and I would have been the perfect couple, except we weren’t a couple. We were compatible both as friends and sexually, there was an attraction between us as well. We just assumed, I guess, that we were better off as fuck friends then we were as boyfriend and girlfriend. It was just the way we wanted it. We didn’t want any of the petty jealous and stupid fights. We just liked the sex. It was as much her decision as it was mine.

It never occurred to me in the course of our relationship that we never kissed. Apparently it didn’t occur to her either. The issue never came up. We’d go down each other, talk dirty, fuck, you name it. But I guess kissing just seemed to make it too personal. I know that’s a wrong thing to say. But for whatever reason, years went by. And in that time we had great sex. Taryn was insatiable in bed. She was great in bed. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I’m not bad either, you know what I mean.

Then one night, out of nowhere all that changed…

She rus escort came over after work one night. As soon as I opened the door I could see she was in the mood to fuck. She rubbed her body against mine. We started to strip each other quickly as I fondled her small breasts. We somehow made our way to the bedroom. I tossed her over my shoulder and threw her on the bed as I pulled off her work pants. The look in her eyes told me she wanted it. Quickly I dropped my boxers and showed her my nice hard cock. I climbed on top of her as she slipped her panties to her ankles and let them fall to the floor.

“Drive it in me,” I heard her whisper. I shoved my cock inside her pussy and began to thrust inside of her. She was loving every moment of it. I could tell by the moans that escaped her mouth. She looked up at me and moaned as she felt the entire weight of my body. I looked down at her and noticed something different in her face. Her eyes focused on my mouth as I fucked her. Her hands roamed up and down my back, grabbing my ass cheeks and pushing me deep into her. But her eyes were still on my mouth. I looked down at her and kept pushing into her. I felt her hands slide up my back and through my hair. Her fingertips on my spine sent a shiver through my body. She pulled my face against hers and kissed me with her tongue. I didn’t know what was going on. I stopped moving and slid off her.

“What did you do that for?” I asked. I thought it was a reasonable question. I looked at her laying on my bed. There was a look of disappointment in her eyes.

“I don’t know. I was talking to a friend of mine the other day. She said istanbul bayan eskort she thought it was odd that we haven’t kissed. Even though we’ve been fucking for over a year. I was thinking about it all day and it got me all fucking horny for you. I’m sorry I did it.” I watched as she got up and reached for her clothes by the foot of the bed.

“Taryn? What are you doing?” I got up and crossed to the foot of the bed by her.

“I have obviously ruined the moment. Call me later if you want.”.. she tried to leave the room with her clothes in her hands. She took two steps towards the door but I intercepted her. I pulled her body against mine and kissed her feverishly. She dropped her clothes on the floor and flung her arms around my body. I tasted her tongue in my mouth as I lifted her feet off the ground. I carried her to the bed as we kissed. I heard her moan in my mouth as her tongue licked my mouth. I threw her down on the bed and smiled at her. I watched her lick her lips. My cock was getting harder then I had ever known it to be.

Taryn spread her legs wide open on the bed. I watched her fingers trail down her stomach to pussy lips. She was glistening with juices, which was leaking onto my white bed spread. I crawled between her legs and pushed her fingers out of the way. She loved when I ate her out. I began thrusting my tongue inside her while holding her belly down to the bed. She moaned for more. She closed her legs around her head, suffocating me against her pussy. But I just kept licking and licking. I could taste her getting wetter and wetter at my tongue’s attention.

The room was filled with the sounds of her ukraynalı escort moaning. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to cum. I felt like I was so hard I might poke a hole through my sheet. I climbed back on top of her body, stuffing my tongue in her mouth. Yes, it was the same tongue that was just stuffed in her pussy. I grabbed my stiff tool and pointed it towards her pussy. I slid in easily again. I held Taryn down against the bed as I thrust inside her. We kissed deeper then I think I have ever kissed anyone as my hands mauled her breasts. I drove my cock deep inside her. She would have moaned if my mouth wasn’t covering hers.

I felt her tongue on my tongue, on my lips, against my teeth. She was all over the place. I was loving every second of it. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer at the rate I was hammering into her. I tried slowing down. But I felt Taryn pushing me harder into her body.

“Don’t slow down! Fuck me,” she moaned.

“You know I love when you get all naughty like that. But if I don’t slow down I won’t last much longer,” I said as I held myself inside her.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing? I know you, Carl. You can get that thing hard in a few minutes. So come on and fuck me,” she said as bit on my lower lip. I lowered myself back down on Taryn, slipping harder in her. She grabbed the headboard again as she felt the weight of my body crash down on her. She moaned louder. I sucked her tongue into my mouth as I pushed faster in to her.

I stared down at her as I fucked her. This was easily the most passionate sex Taryn and I ever had. It made me wonder what took us so long to get this moment. I pulled out of her just as my body was about to explode. I aimed my cock against the bed, cumming a streak into my sheets. I then reached between Taryn’s legs and fingered her pussy to orgasm.

It’s amazing what one kiss can start. Taryn and I are getting married next year. Who would have thought?

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Ava (29 yrs.) is a true blonde (40-24-36) who stands naked in front of the hotel bathroom mirror. She’s wearing only a pink thong. Her hair is tied into a tight ponytail. She arches her back which lifts up her huge tits. She laughs while shaking them and then grabs for her favorite lipstick off the counter. Her fingers twist open the stick top and she gently spread’s it over her lower lip.

It’s the end of October and Ava’s at a wrestling tournament which is out of town. She checked into a hotel opposite the university campus. She had watched Timothy (20 yrs.) on Friday night who lost his wrestling match. He stands at 5’9″ and weighs 157 lbs. His body frame is thin who has no prominent abs or shoulders. She noticed his strong, ripped legs though.

Timothy got a hotel room on the first floor with his girlfriend. They had been fighting and he was “partying” because he lost at this tournament. Ava watched him from the upper, second floor railing, opposite his room. She can look down and see everything. His girlfriend left their room Saturday morning and was carrying her bags.

On Saturday afternoon. Ava waits until Timothy steps out of his room. She gets his attention and waves down at him. He waves back and she quickly lifts up her moldova escort t-shirt. She’s wearing no bra underneath. Her tits jiggle at him as he freezes on the spot. His eyes grow big and his mouth opens in shock.

She yells down at him, “I’m in room 210. Come by tonight.”

Later Saturday night in her room. The big screen TV is playing ESPN college wrestling. The volume is turned down to a whisper. A desk lamp on the table is turned on high. It shines over the room.

Timothy and Ava are near the door. She’s wearing her pink thong and is on her knees. He is standing with his hands leaning against the wall. His jeans and boxer shorts are pulled down to his ankles. His shirt is laying on the floor.

Her left hand is wrapped around his 6-inch cock and her right-hand cups his balls. Her lips are covering his cock-tip and she’s licking forward and backward really hard. His eyes look down and watches everything she does.

Timothy responds, “Shit…! Like that… Just… Like that… Oh, shit!!”

Her left hand pushes down to his thick, black crotch. Her lips then go down his shaft halfway and then back up.

“Oh, Shit…! Shit… Ava… Shiiiiitt!!” he says.

Her lips escort istanbul pull off his cock and she move’s down to his balls. Her warm mouth takes in both of his testicles and her tongue move’s them around.

Timothy jerks his head and he takes a quick breath, “Shit…! There you go… My girlfriend never does it… There you go… Suck on my balls.!!”

Ava’s mouth moves from one testicle to the other and sucks it gently. Her left-hand strokes his cock up and down.

He looks down and keeps breathing hard, “Uh-Shit…! Uh-I think… I love you… Shit, that feels good!!”

Her mouth goes back to his other testicle.

“Ohhh… Shittt…! Shit. Shit.!” He yells.

Ava pulls up her mouth and both of her hands lift off his hard shaft. Her right hand grabs a condom from the floor. She tears it open and quickly slides it over his cock. He looks down at her and breath’s hard. Her lips quickly slide down his shaft. It’s wet and ready to fuck.

She stands up and wraps her arms around his neck. They both French-Kiss deeply. He pushes her back against the wall. His hands pick her up by the waist and her legs wrap around his lower back.

They keep kissing as his left hand grabs his cock. His cock-tip bulgar escort searches for her blonde pussy. He finds the wet hole and slowly slides it in. Both of his hands wrap tightly around both of her buttocks. His strong legs hold her lower back, up against the wall.

He begins thrusting up using his thighs. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him to her. Her big tits press against his chest.

Her pussy drops down onto his cock.

He screams, “Shit.! Shit.! Ohh.! Shit.!”

“Timothy you’re so strong” she says into his ear.

His legs keep holding her up against the wall.

He yells, “Shit…! Love your titties…! Shit.!”

Her pussy keeps dropping down onto his cock.

It’s too hot for him, “Shit, I’m cumming fast. I’m cumming!!”

He thrusts up one last time gripping her buttocks a little harder.

He explodes under her beautiful body, “Uh-Uh-Shiiiiiitt.! Shiiiitt.! Shit!!”

Timothy’s orgasm ran up his buttocks and both his knees buckle. They both fall to the floor as his cock slips out.

She drops next to the wall and he hits the rug and rolls onto his back.

They both breathe hard and he asks, “You okay?”

She answers, “Yeah baby, are you?”

He nods his head “yes” and then lifts up his legs with both of his hands. He pulls off his jeans and boxer shorts.

“Shit, I never did that before. I held you up though” he says with a smile.

She replies, “You can try it again when you’re ready.”

They both laugh.

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She gave him the cloth to finish cleaning himself and stepped out of the room. From the doorway he could see her get another washcloth from a shelf. Then she raised one finger to say ‘back in a minute’. She stepped over things into her roommate’s room to use the master bath therein.

There lay the beer bottle that had come out when she rose up and turned around. It had lolled onto its side and still lay there emptying onto a bathmat. I couldn’t believe that she had fit that thing in while he was firmly in her ass. Now, as he cleaned his penis, which was about limp, he thought of how many of these things he’d never done before. His body was still thrilling to the touch of the wash cloth whenever he touched himself with it. He heard water running and her gargling, then a spit, from two rooms away. He splashed water on his face as she came back toward the hallway. Her breasts hopped with her as she jumped over scattered clothes. In the hall she grabbed another washcloth and dampened it in the sink. She touched his belly then turned to the sink where she wiped her face. She had now removed her glasses. Next she wiped around her mouth, though surely she had already done that. While bent over the sink she let her butt gently brush his limp penis, which stirred a bit. She turned to face him and looked at him when she used the wash cloth for one kazak escort more scrub between her cheeks.

“Oh my God, thank you. That was so hot, and you’re so good. Oh, did … did that freak you out?” She asked and then she lifted the lid of the toilet to then sit down.

“Uh, well… yeah a little,” but he responded to her look with, “but God, it was so good. I’m amazed at what you can do. How do you tighten yourself like that?”

“I do an exercise called Kegels. I’ll show you.” She took his hand and lowered it to her still warm, but now dry pussy.

He held back and asked, “Uh, what are you getting ready to…?”

“Oh, you spooged some in my ass, I’m just going to get it out. This will help.” With her other hand she had gotten some tissue. She dragged two of his fingers to her pussy, right to the inside of the hole. She closed around his fingertips in a motion like light sucking, and then she wiped her rear with the tissue. She stood up slowly to keep his fingers inside her and gave him another three squeezes and a wink. “I’m all clean,” she said in a deep playful voice, and he could smell the mouthwash. She bent over right in front of his penis and lightly brushed it again with a swing of her ass. When she came up she handed him his beer and dropped the washcloths in a nearby hamper.

“Thank istanbul bayan escort you,” she said stooping to pick up her clothes, “so much.” Then she paused and let a thoughtful look cross her features.. “She gave his limp penis a couple of mouthy kisses on the head. After another pause she gave it one long one inside her mouth. He felt he could swell to fill her mouth as it rushed to partial erection. “Mmm,” she said studying it. “Yes, thank you.”

They went back to her room, and he gathered his clothes while she put her denim jacket on. She bent to put on her skirt as he turned to put on his underwear, and she had another thought. She backed her ass to him, and his interested dick sought her warmth again. With one hand she clasped the back of his knee, and she brought them together. His cock nuzzled in the gap a moment as it tried to rise. She hiked onto her toes and continued to press against him as his erection rose to fill her labia, the head pointing to her clit. He felt her open and verily chomp at him with her entry which coated him with her juices again. With just a little help from her hand she popped him back inside herself with an “Ah.”

Because of their height difference she had to stay on her toes, and with both hands on her hips he had to lift a little to press in. Now barely azeri escort on her toes she let out a little “oomp” as she was speared – held almost aloft with his hands and his penetrating member. Again she used her opening muscles to clasp on, and as he drew out their first stroke of this coupling he saw a tight ribbon of membrane draw out with his cock – just a little bit. His first thrusts were strong and deep – all the way and she issues another “oomp” with each.

“Are you Okay?”

“You bet I am, just get it man, go,” she said – the strain in her voice from trying to get her ass so high.

“What about condoms?”

“Just … I got ya, just go.”

He turned the both of them around to put her knees on the bed. She clambered up still keeping him within a firm grip. “Come on, go.”

He laid in immediately with firm, deep and relentlessly steady strokes – each to his depth. She reached back and held her thighs and buttocks open with both hands leaving her face to rub the covers with that slack-lipped look that showed where her concentration was.

This was a straight forward event that soon had him wondering if she was going to be bored. His answer came with a series of high moans that climaxed as she did. Reaching a pitch sooner than before he quickened his pace and just as he started to moan she switched around. Twisting free of his grasp she whipped around to take him, again, throbbing into the back of her throat. She took all he had this way and swallowed every bit.

She got up from the bed and this time she did pull up her skirt but grinned at him. “Thank you for the bonus.” She chuckled.

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“Call me later, if you are not too busy. I have something I want to ask you,” she said as we ended another long telephone conversation. It had become a routine over the last few weeks especially with all the project related issues that we had to discuss.

“Sure.” I said, with the affirmation that she liked. She knew I would have kept my promise and it was one of the many traits that she had fallen in love with. It did not matter that we had not discussed at anytime our emotional or physical inclinations. We were able to relate very comfortably at the professional level and it was assumed that it would not have been hard to transfer that respect into romance.

As promised, I made the call and as if it was a major event Theresa had already showered and was relaxing, watching TV, waiting on my call. It wasn’t normal for her to tell me all the preparatory activities, but today she did. I did find it a little odd that she did, but without taking too much notice, I went off into our professional discussions about the communications plan for our fast approaching conference. I was president of the local chapter of the professional development association, which was host for the regional conference aimed at making the issue of professional development a moot point for economic development. In addition to my day job and the overall operations of the association, I was responsible for overseeing the process of getting the news to the wider public. It meant being on the talk shows and in the newspapers.

Theresa was a senior account executive in a major communications firm, which allowed me, and the association, to capitalize on her many contacts in the media. She was also very sharp in finding opportunities that would allow us to become more visible as the event drew closer. In the process we grew closer as well, often sharing lunch or breakfast to review plans and as fillers, talk about our personal lives. Her life was rather interesting, especially when it came to sexual exploits. For someone who was very involved in the church for many years, she had a lot of steamy, adventurous encounters to report. At first, I was a little surprised as to how much she was willing to share; after all we had only been professional colleagues. There was little doubt after a few similar meetings that she really liked talking to me; I did enjoy her company, although I was rather slow to react to the chemistry.

I did the usual when I got home. whatsapp escort Stripped to the nude, had a sandwich and a drink, showered then took my lounging position on the couch to watch TV. The life of a single male tends to be like that. Not that I did not get my fair share of action, but there were times, like today, when the option was to take a rain check and have an easy night, so to speak. After catching up on the news and my favorite reality program, I took some time to review some of the plans for the conference. In the process I remembered my promised call to Theresa. I was a little wary, since I was not sure what exactly she wanted to talk about. Deep inside I was hoping that it had nothing to do with her past relationships, as I had no desire to become a relationship counselor for her. It was fine to talk about professional issues but I had just gone through a mutual break-up and would prefer not to be engaged in that type of discussion.

Our chat was going great. She sounded very relaxed, and as always, the crispness in the way she enunciated making her sound more proper than she really was. Her tone was mellow and sexy which made it very desirable to have phone conversations with her. We chatted about the plans for the conference, her projects at work and, eventually, my own plans. I had just bought a house and was doing renovations. After about twenty minutes, in the middle of a thought, the question came.

“Do ever think of fucking me?” she casually asked. It felt like she had detonated an emotional explosive. For a few seconds I was stunned and eventually I was able to respond.

“It has crossed my mind a few times but I always thought you were so organized and professional that ..,” my response faded as I struggled to find the politically correct response. I had never really taken too much notice of her sexually to that point but it seemed unfair to drown her seemingly strong desires with my oblivion.

“OK, so you never thought of me like that or is it that you are just being professional?” she continued.

“You could say that, but it does not mean that I never noticed your well shaped legs in your mini skirt at our meeting last week.” I replied as my confidence slowly returned. We started to chat about sexual positions, preferences, previous encounters and current desires for a few more minutes until I took the conversation to another level.

“How istanbul escort bayan would you like me to come over there and suck your pussy till you erupt?” I quizzed teasingly. “I would also make sure that you feel the full length of my cock, which is already hard.” I was seriously aroused and wanted to fuck Theresa really bad. It felt animalistic but very sexy. It had been sometime since I had been in a situation with someone who was this bold. The adrenaline rush was unbearable. My offer stunned her somewhat and her response was somewhat hesitant.

“Are you serious? I would love to, but it is a little late.” was her carefully worded response.

It would normally be a twenty-minute ride to her place but tonight I was prepared to take ten. I was already slipping on my shorts as she finally accepted the offer and within minutes I was standing at her door in more ways than one.

She was more than ready when I arrived. The doors were unlocked, the lights were dim and she was scantily clad in a black teddy. We wasted no time. Soon we were busy rolling from point to point in her freshly powdered king-size bed, I was kissing all over her torso, her breasts, all the way down to toes. Her nipples were hard and large and her breasts were very firm giving no clue that she had breast-fed her only child for almost ten months. Her pussy was warm, wet and her brush cutely shaven in a mowhawk. As I got to her pussy and started to lick on her clitoris she began to tremble as if in shock. After suffering the pleasure for a while, she asked that I stop. We retreated into another round of kissing and fondling. I could not resist, in spite of her pleading, the chance to slide my finger inside her hot, wet pussy. I finger fucked her till she had a gigantic orgasm while pleading for me to stop. The force of her orgasm forced her to grab hold of the headboard and as if she was falling of the side of an ocean liner in the middle of nowhere, she gripped it as if her life depended on it.

I stopped plugging her pussy with my finger, allowing her time to recover, which she did. After a few moments catching her breath she turned her attention to my cock. With a few minutes of gentle massage, she reactivated my cock’s full attention and engaged it with a big lick. She started to suck my balls then moved all the way up the shaft of my cock, at the bulb shaped head, she, in meticulous way, licked it in a circular motion özbek escort before gulping it deep into her mouth. The pleasure she was getting sucking on my cock was conveyed by the moans released each time her mouth slid down my rod. At one point she looked me in the eye with a childlike smile, which expressed her delight. As she sucked on my cock I could not but wander back to the phone call, which led me there. An hour ago I was at home with not even the faintest idea that I would be in the course of a wonderful blowjob.

I soon came back to my reality and with my cock cherry red at he head, I told her it was time to feel her pussy on my cock. She did not hesitate. Slowly she sat on my cock and all seven inches faded into her creamy cavity. Her pussy was tight, moist, with regular contractions, which made my cock even more excited; it was rather endearing. There was the need to be fucked and I obliged. For the next twenty minutes, which felt like only ten, my cock was sliding in and out of Theresa’s love hole like a piston in a well-lubed chamber. The motions were well synchronized, and even when she would toss her head back and shout “Oh Fuck”, we did not lose a beat. Eventually, I came, pumping hard and filling her with cum. A moment later she was climaxing as well with an even greater grunt of “Oh Fuck”.

The next day we had a meeting at her office. My morning was rather busy with no time to review the previous nights happening. On my way to her office I could not but wonder what her reaction would be. My limited anxiety was wasted as our meeting went very professionally with very few signs that last night was on her mind. As all the attendees prepared to leave her office she asked that I hang around for a short time afterwards, as there was an issue with the communications plan that needed to be finalized.

With the others gone, she closed the door to her office, something she always did when she did not want to be disturbed. As I sat on the chair adjacent to her desk, she slowly walked over and in one motion rolled her skirt up exposing her bare pussy.

“Do you want to fuck me again?” she whispered in my ear.

There was no need to answer. The setting was daring and my cock responded without hesitation. Without thinking, my zipper was opened and my cock released inviting her to sit on it. A quick fuck in her office was not what I had planned but, again, her boldness was exposed and I was not prepared to disappoint her. After we both had orgasms, we tidied ourselves and reviewed the communications plan. As I stood, picked up my leather folder, and started to move towards the door, Theresa, in her typical manner, smiled and thanked me for stopping by. She need not have said that. I was always welcome.

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