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All characters are 18 or older. This is a story of control and sexual awakening.

Finally…after such a long time we are finally alone without any outside interruptions or interference. No cell phones, no computers and no interlopers to stand in the way of the week that I have painstakingly planned for us. The remote mountain cabin I procured is rustic but has electricity. I made you put on a blindfold when we left the interstate in order to surprise you. The blindfold was a nice touch, I thought, and you giggled when I put it on.

After driving up the winding road for a hour, I pull up to the front of the cabin hidden away in the Appalachians. The clear mountain lake is supposed to be brimming with fish. Knowing how much you enjoy fishing I am looking forward to getting out on the lake and watching you squeal while hauling them in…but first things are first.

I tell you to stay put and open my vehicle door. I want everything to be perfect for you, so I quickly open the cabin door and take a quick look around. Pleased, I walk back and open your door. I tenderly take you by the hand and lead you up the porch steps and through the open door. I lead you to the center of the room and turn your body so I can remove your blindfold.

The cabin has a fire already going in the fireplace. I paid the caretaker of the cabin extra to start the fire and stock the cabinets with food for the week. You gasp and turn around throwing your arms around my neck, pulling me into a deep and much needed kiss. Our lips part and your tongue snakes its way into my mouth, teasing and caressing mine. We hold our kiss for several moments and slowly break apart.

“You like?” I ask.

“Very much” you reply.

I take you by the hand, our fingers intertwine, as I lead you to the plate glass window that fills the wall overlooking the lake. You breathe deep taking in the view. With the exception of another cabin across the lake there are no other cabins giving us the feel that we are the only two people left on earth. We stand there a few minutes looking at the lake, looking at each other and kiss once more.

I turn you to face me and ask “How do you like it?”

“Its perfect” you respond. “No, you are perfect” and I pull you into another deep soulful kiss. My left hand cradles your head, holding firmly, but not too tightly. My right hand holds you against my body at your waist. I pull you closer so there is no room left between us. You are starting to get aroused and breathe deep, softly moaning into my mouth as our tongues dance with one another. You feel my growing need and slowly grind your hips against me. My hand glides to your ass and I pull you into me even harder.

We break our kiss, our breathing labored. I look into your eyes and see the fire of passion Hd Porno burning in them. I want you, but I want to wait just a little while longer…everything must be perfect. I release your body and tell you to go to the kitchen area and fix us a drink. While you turn to leave I swat you on the ass playfully but firmly. You giggle as I turn to go unload our things.

By the time I have the vehicle unloaded you are sitting on the couch facing the fire. Your shoes off and sitting with your legs on the couch tucked under body. You look stunning, as usual, sitting in front of the fire with its reflection casting a soft warm glow across your face. I sit down next to you and pick up the drink you made me, taking a long pull of it.

You rest your head on my chest as I put my arm around you, pulling you close. No words are needed as we sit there in silence, sipping our drinks and enjoying the fact that we are finally together.

I put my drink down and pull you close to me. I kiss you once more, sucking your bottom lip between mine. Our tongues dance and push mine in as far as I get it. Your moans fill the room as I tease you with my kisses. I could kiss you forever.

You swing your leg over me and sit in my lap facing me. We continue kissing and feeling each others body. My hands move from your face to your throat, giving a gentle but firm squeeze, underlining my dominant role for the moment. My other hand slips under your shirt, moves around to unclasp your bra. It releases its grip on your orbs and I slip my hand around to feel your firm breasts.

My hand teases first the right and then the left one, my fingers gently twisting and pulling on your rock hard nipples. I have to taste them so I release my hold on your throat and deftly pull your shirt and the bra over your head. Tossing the shirt away, I can see your breasts clearly now. They are perfect to me. I hold each one in my hands and heft their weight. My thumbs and forefingers squeezing and twisting your nipples making them even harder. You moan at my touch and the way I play with them.

I shift my gaze from their beauty and look into your eyes. The fire is burning hot in them. You see the fire in mine as well and feel yourself getting lost in my stare. Never breaking eye contact I lean forward taking your right nipple into my mouth. I gently suck, then more firmly I pull it into my mouth…as if I was trying to get them to give your sweet precious milk. My tongue flicks around and over your nipple. My teeth gently nip and pull on its hardness. Your groans grow louder as I gently bite and suck on it. I test you tolerance and bite down even harder and a cry erupts in what is both pleasure and pain.

Knowing you have another one needing my attention I repeat the same on the left Türkçe Altyazılı Porno nipple. Sucking it into my mouth, flicking my tongue around the areola and the stiff stem of your nipple. My teeth continue its painfully pleasurable attack on the appendage. I bite down just hard enough to stop the flow of blood to your nipple, count to 60, then suck as hard as I can to get the blood to fill it. You scream and throw your head back. The sensation and stimulation is overwhelming. It hurts but feels good at the same time. It seems a contradiction in sensations but it causes bolts of lightening to travel from your nipple to your cunt.

You can feel your wetness spreading throughout your under garments. I can feel the heat from your sex through your pants. I end my torment of your nipples and pull you down into another kiss. I break the kiss and turn your head to the side, my tongue caresses your ear lobes gently. I bite down on your lobes and softly pull on them. My lips travel down your neck, across your throat and then further until I am once again softly and gently teasing your red and swollen nipples once more.

I ease for a moment and lift you up, turning you around so you are across my lap. I kiss your lips once again. My hand travels to your jeans and slowly I unbutton them. My fingers pull the zipper down as far as it will go. I break the kiss and slip my hands beneath the waist of your pants and begin tugging them over your ass, past your hips and them finally off your legs.

I lean back and admire my work of art. You lean back, your breasts pointing up, capped by your nipples that are so hard they could cut diamonds. My eyes travel your torso, past you navel, to your soaked panty clad mons. The silk from the fabric is drenched with your juices and clings to your lips. I see your cleft plainly and drink in the view of what I am about to devour next.

I inhale deeply. I can smell your womanly scent and it arouses me to no end. I will have you, but not before I break the woman in you first with my mouth. I have waited so long for this moment and I want it to last…for the both of us.

My thumb gently strokes the outer perimeter of your panties where the skin is exposed. You are mewling like a kitten as I stroke your skin. My thumb moves to your mons and presses down gently, your hips involuntarily press back against it. Your mewling turning into moans when I press my palm over your lips and give a gentle yet firm squeeze.

I slip my fingers beneath your panties and slowly pull them down exposing your sex to my hardened gaze. I pull your panties off and hold them to my nose inhaling deeply your scent that intoxicates me so.

Enough is enough, I lift your legs and slide out from underneath them. Brazzers I reposition myself so your thighs are on either side of my head. I gaze down at your dripping cunt, glistening wet in the firelight. I have waited so long for this moment and finally…it has arrived.

I lean down to the spot of skin between your slit and your rosebud. I slowly lick and tease around it. I lightly flick my tongue over and around your bud. My tongue then slowly travels up the right side of your outer lips. Your scent fills my nostrils as it fills the room. I travel my tongue all the up to the crest of your mons, then back down the left side. I can taste your sweetness, as it flows freely now out of your spring. I sit back and look at you, taking in the whole picture of your beauty. Your eyes, your hair, your breasts that rise and fall with each breath, your stomach, your cunt and your legs which are draped on either side of me. I study this view, forever etching it in my mind.

My thumbs travel from the bottom of your slit, on either side of your lips which seem to swell more with your every heartbeat. I let them graze across your lips, barely touching them, causing you to moan and look down at me impatiently. Then I pinch your lips between my thumb and finger, rubbing them together, the slick viscosity of your fluid leaking out of you. You cry out in pleasure.

I torture you this way for several minutes, licking and rubbing, gently pulling against them, then rubbing them together. It is enough to drive you to the point of insanity…which is exactly where I want you.

Swiftly and unexpectedly I dive down forcing my tongue inside your crevice. You juices coating my tongue, my lips and my beard. I lick and suck your lips into my mouth…kissing your cunt like I kiss your mouth. Your hips buck and your finger fly into my hair, pulling me into you driving my tongue deeper into your womb.

Then it hits. The first wave of your orgasm crashes through your body. Your screams fill the air as I fill you with my face. Your juices flood my mouth, your hips grind and press against me as your hands pull my face deeper.

I pull off you just enough to reach your clit with my tongue, and then I lash it over and over and over until you cant take any more. The waves of your orgasm have washed you out. Panting, and highly sensitized you push my face away from your cunt. You breathing ragged and labored I sit back and observe the beauty of you as you come down from your high.

I lean forward and kiss you deeply. You taste yourself on my lips and tongue. It arouses you again, but you need time to recover. Your clit is hard and sensitive, I gently flick it with my thumb, your hips buck and you cry out once more.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask.

“I belong to you” you reply softly.

“Who owns this cunt?”

“You own my cunt” again softly.

I smile and kiss you deeply once again. I raise off of you and stand up. You are looking at me with eyes that say ‘more’…and more is what I am about to give you as I start to undress.

To be continued…

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I woke up in Rachel’s bed. My eyes half-opened to see the first sign of sunrise in her bedroom window. The alarm clock read 6:05.

And Rachel was licking and stroking my penis. She was tracing her tongue up the side of my shaft and all around my purple head.

I rubbed my eyes with one hand and reached the other hand down to run my fingers through Rachel’s blonde hair. She let out an “mmm”.

I remembered what day it was: “Happy three-month anniversary! I love you.”

Rachel lifted her face up from my half-erect cock. “Tim, you remembered! Aww. I love you too!”

“Remember when you first said ‘I love you’?”

—

My mind flashed back: it was late at night at PB Lifts. Both of us had done an intense workout around lunchtime, but we were back for more after date night: we’d had a steak dinner and gone to a comedy show. We were excited to make this day a two-a-day.

As the clock hit midnight we were the only ones left in an empty gym, and as per usual neither of us had tops on. The blue running shorts I had on were getting a little tight: I’d been dedicating myself to leg day and my ass and quads were growing into a giant, fine dumptruck.

Rachel was of course a picture of powerful fitness perfection: 5’4″, blonde hair in a ponytail, grey booty shorts, white sports bra with thin straps across the back. Her two-a-day body part was shoulders, and she was on barbell presses. She stood with her back to me, feet planted, glutes and back engaged as she repeatedly lowered 65lb to her sternum, perfectly controlled, before pressing the weighted bar above her head. Her shoulders were growing wider as her waist stayed trim, well on the way to that stage-ready V shape in her upper body.

I stopped what I was doing – calf raises, for the record – and decided to have some fun with her. I walked over; she could see me in the mirror. She kept pounding reps, hoisting the bar clean and controlled. I pressed my body into her back – my pumped quads against her ass through our gym shorts, my junk digging into her lower back, my hands on her upper thighs and her hips.

Rachel hesitated and held the bar at shoulder height. Her breathing became a little heavier than before. I rubbed up and down her smooth, hard quads as I checked out her body in the mirror: engaged abs, an absolutely popping 8-pack with oblique lines leading down into her slate gray spandex shorts. Her nipples were poking through her white sports bra as her breathing got faster. I slipped my right hand inside her shorts and found her pussy was already a little wet.

My touch was electric on her: she held the barbell at her shoulders as she panted. I suddenly dropped to my knees and shimmied round to the front of Rachel’s body, pulling down her shorts to expose her naked sex. She stepped out of her shorts with my help and I threw the partially sodden spandex 15 feet away.

My face mere inches from her pussy lips, I looked upwards past her abdominals and chest and told her in a low voice: “Keep lifting. Ten reps.”

Rachel started pounding like there was no tomorrow: one explosive shoulder press past her chin and high into the air. I tapped her feet to get her to spread her legs, and she adjusted her stance as she brought her first rep back down.

Second rep. My mouth lips met her pussy lips, kissing them, nuzzling them, caressing them.

Third rep. She was so, so wet.

Fourth rep: the wide flat surface of my tongue pushed against her clitoris, and Rachel moaned as she pushed the bar upwards. I kept going.

Fifth rep. Her legs started shaking. Her lifts got slower. I wrapped my arms around her smooth, hard hamstrings and thighs.

Sixth rep. I started delivering proper friction to her clit. Rachel moaned even harder.

Seventh rep. Her tired delts and arms struggled but she brought the bar to the top. I increased the tempo on her clit.

Eighth rep. She let out a primal moan, a mix of horniness and exertion. It took at least seven seconds of summoning willpower, but Rachel got the bar to the top and held it there. Her whole body shook.

“I don’t think I’ve got more in me,” she panted.

I held her legs tighter. “Two more. You don’t quit.”

She knew she couldn’t Porno drop the bar; it would land right on my head. I went down on her once more with renewed vigor. Every fiber in her upper body tensed to start her ninth rep. Her biceps and lats must have been on fire at this point. She pushed the bar clean to the ceiling and brought it back down.

I grabbed her glutes and squeezed once. “Last rep! You can only cum once the bar’s gone up. I’ve got you.”

Squeezing her ass repeatedly was Rachel’s sex kryptonite. Combined with clitoral stimulation, she came every time. I kept eating her out like there was no tomorrow, but my hands stayed away from her ass. No ass until she nailed the final rep.

Rachel called on every last reserve of strength and tensed her whole body. My view of her abs from below was driving me wild: eight mountains of muscle with deep valleys between. Her nipples were showing hard through the white fabric of her tiny sports bra.

Her whole body quivered as she pressed the bar. The metal rose an inch, then another, then another couple, and she reached a stop. I kept eating her pussy, but with every bit of vertical progress she made, I tip-toed my fingers up her hamstrings, up up up towards her luscious ass.

That was the motivation she needed. Just as well the gym was empty, cause Rachel’s cry could be heard three warehouses away. She cleared the bar above hair height, and pushed her arms out to full extension.

I slapped both my hands on her ass and dug my fingers in, kneading her muscle. “Ahh! Aeehh!! Tim FUCK I’m cumming I LOVE YOU!!!!”

An enormous orgasm washed over Rachel as she kept the 65lb bar high in the air, her arms swaying at full extension. Her knees buckled and she started tipping back.

“Oh shit, oh shit!”

“I’ve got you,” I said quickly, crouching up to wrap my arms around her upper back. I let her down backwards like she was my dance partner, and once her locked arms were holding the barbell far enough away from her head, she let the knurled surface roll off her fingers and fall about five feet to the floor.

CRASHCLANK! The barbell made an almighty racket. I pulled Rachel back upright and held her against me in a hug. Her abs pressed against my now rock-hard boner; her nips strained through her sports bra and poked me below my pecs.

“Tim. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, Rachel.”

We’d professed the L word to each other!

“I’m fucking spent right now, so I am going to lie down on this bench and you are going to cum giving me some hard missionary dick.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She sat down on the weight bench and tried to take off her bra. Her arms were so like jelly that she couldn’t manage it. “Help me,” she whined helplessly.

I gladly assisted her. Once her B-cups and rock-hard nips were exposed, I threw her sports bra 15 feet the opposite direction from where her gym shorts landed. Then I took my shoes and shorts off and heaved them away in a completely different direction.

Rachel’s body flopped onto the weight bench, her arms and legs falling down limp to the ground. Her boobs flopped; her defined quad muscles jiggled.

I started crawling up her body: my fingers traced their way up her honeyed thighs and to her spectacular abs. My mouth followed with a kissing pilgrimage over all eight rocks of her stomach. I moved my mouth to her right bicep then her left: she deserved some praise for how hard she’d pushed herself in those shoulder presses. Then I nuzzled on her nipples one by one: she let out slight gasps of pleasure and she winced at the touch.

As I kept sliding my body up hers, I kissed her neck, nibbled on her earlobe, and whispered: “Rachel Charlotte Jensen, I fucking love you.”

At that exact moment, I entered her. Her vagina was already slick and wet from her recent orgasm, and so tight. She had a little shudder as she took me in, and the walls of her pussy contracted and shook on my rock-hard shaft.

I pushed slowly as deep as I could go: my nine inches bottomed out at her cervix, and Rachel winced just a little. I withdrew all the way to my the tip, wet with Rachel’s juices and my precum.

I slid back in, and out, Altyazılı Porno and in, getting faster, establishing a rhythm. Rachel’s arms were still limp, flopped on the floor, but her abs were still convulsing as she made moans of pleasure, lying on the weight bench.

My tempo got faster, Rachel was reaching a precipice, and all of a sudden:

“AHH!!” We reached simultaneous orgasm. I sent volumes of semen deep inside her as Rachel’s pussy walls convulsed up and down my rigid phallus. I pulled out and ejaculated rope all over her divine abs and pert boobs.

Rachel’s whole body was limp. My naked muscular figure flopped down on the gym floor beside her. We’d pushed ourselves to the limit, physically and sexually, and in unison we gasped: “I fucking love you!”

—

Back in bed on our three-month anniversary morning, Rachel grinned. “Oh yes. I remember. Fuck that was crazy. I can’t believe we didn’t get caught.”

Rachel slid her hand up from my penis over my stomach. My abdominal muscles were bigger than they used to be: more volume meant deeper grooves, which looked pretty damn good in the half-light of the early morning. She traced her finger over the ridges of my abs and up to circle my nipple, and I bounced my pecs one by one.

That’s when Rachel gasped with delight.

—

If you’ll remember the start of my muscle journey, I had had very little chest meat to speak of. Well, I hadn’t known I was working the pecs all wrong. I was putting too much shoulder into my bench presses. Remember that time I benched 315lb while Rachel sucked me off? Oh I remembered it fondly, but I was using terrible technique.

Our trainer Pete insisted I dial the weight right back and concentrate on mind-muscle connection. It was embarrassing benching just 135lb for weeks, but bit by bit I started really activating my pec muscles. I could feel what was working them and what wasn’t. Doing flys properly helped too.

And once I started activating the pecs, working them intentionally, they grew rapidly. Instead of a flat torso, I had three-dimensional pecs that were getting rounder and meatier by the week. I started looking more like a bodybuilder and less like some amateur who had no idea.

Then, two weeks ago, I was able to make my pecs dance: I bounced them up and down on their own, just a little bit. I didn’t show Rachel though. I wanted to master this skill.

I kept honing the mind-muscle connection. I got the pec muscle twitch separate from my shoulder. I isolated left and right pecs. I directed my mind to hold each pec aloft for 10 seconds at a time, then 20, then a whole minute. It was like kegels, but for one specific muscle group. And still I didn’t show Rachel.

—

Rachel’s eyes went wide and her mouth went open. “Oh my god do that again!”

I sat up in bed, my torso upright. I bounced both pec muscles. I bounced one at a time. I bounced my them fast then bounced them slow, rolling the upper and lower pecs in a sexy undulation of chest meat. I had dedicated myself to bench presses, chest flys, incline, decline, left right isolated, and I had built these round meaty masses that turned me on.

And I was sharing this achievement with Rachel. My lover and girlfriend who had embarked me on this journey of bodybuilding, the girl with the fitness model body who never rested on her laurels.

Rachel sat up in bed onto her knees, and grabbed my two pecs with her two hands. As she squeezed the volume of my muscle, tweaking my nipples, she bit her bottom lip and ground her thighs together, giving herself a bit of stimulation in the downstairs region.

I hopped up onto my knees, then raised my arms to do a double bicep flex. As I tensed my abs and strained my arm muscles, I continued to make my chesticles dance for my lady.

Rachel pulled back to mirror my flex pose. This is something we did for each other: simultaneous flexing, staring at each other, getting turned on both by the other person and by our own muscle-pumped egos.

Her lean broad shoulders were getting wider and wider, and her lat muscles were now peeking out from behind her chest and could be seen from front on. Her biceps had grown and Brazzers her triceps had an even more defined horseshoe shape. She was going to be a formidable competitor in the Women’s Physique division.

Her abs: I know, I’ve gone on about them at length, but they were easily the most powerful, most attractive I’d ever seen, with V-shaped striations pointing down to her wet pussy. I got to see great female stomachs day in day out at PB Lifts, and Rachel was easily the queen of abs.

She had a little definition in the pecs under her B-cup boobs with their cute little nipples. She attempted to make her chest dance like mine a few times, but was mostly jerking her impressive shoulders.

“Damn! Fuck! How do you do it?”

“Mind-muscle connection. Really concentrate on engaging your pecs. Maybe like you do for a coregasm.”

She tried again but to no avail. “Fuck. I know what I’m working on next. Ugggghhhhhh…. motivate me!”

We both knew what that meant. Rachel put her arms at her side, tensed her whole body, braced herself, and I punched her square in the abs.

She let out a grunt of punishing satisfaction. “Hit me again! Like you mean it!”

I wound up and gave her a one-two punch, left right. She furiously flexed into a crab pose, her biceps huge, her shoulders swollen with motivation, then leaned back to brace herself once more.

I placed my left hand around her lower back, held it tight, and punched my right fist into her world-class abdominals. Her eight-pack was hard and rippling and taking the worst punishment I could possibly deliver, but this was her motivation.

“Aaaaarrgghh!!!” She was rippling and rolling her abs as I punched her, starting towards a coregasm. As I paused in my punching, she tackled me and pushed me flat on my back onto the bed. She straddled me, rubbed her pussy into my abs, and I bucked to kick my legs out from bent at the knees to straight out.

She laid her right hand on my pecs – which I made dance, obviously – and grabbed my iron-hard cock with her left, guiding it into her hot wet vagina.

She planted both hands on my chest meat, and rocked back and forth on my dick. Rachel wanted to reach orgasm as quickly as possible and I was just fine with that.

I saw her arms were lean: even with her elbows locked, her biceps and triceps had this raised definition from elbow to shoulder. Her B-cup boobs were cute and I reached my hands up to tweak her nipples. Her quads were strong and getting bigger and more defined by the week.

Rachel’s abs were undulating: she was turning herself on both with my cock and from her insides. She rode me back and forth at speed, stimulating her vulva on my lower abs, and it wasn’t long before we both reached the tipping point…

“AEEGH!” We both let out shouts and grunts of delight. I pinched both of her nipples as she dug her fingers and fingernails into my chest meat, her vaginal walls orgasmically shuddering over my titanium rod, sending me into ecstasy and shooting cum deep inside her.

I removed my hands from her boobs and slapped her ass cheeks, kneading the hard muscle of her glutes. That intensified Rachel’s orgasm, and there was a new wave of shuddering in her pussy. She removed her right hand from my pecs, balled it into a fist, and banged on my abs. Fortunately I tensed them just in time so I wouldn’t get winded.

After pounding on my stomach three or four times, she leaned both fists flat against my abs, putting her entire weight on her arms as she rocked her pussy up and down over my dick, milking the last drops of cum from me. She had incredible strength and control to manage this: her knees and feet were aloft, her entire bodyweight supported through her arms on my abdominals. We had been testing each other’s strength in this way and it felt so hot to know we were both getting stronger.

After what seemed like five minutes of post-orgasmic slow milking, she collapsed her upper body onto mine, me still inside her. I stroked her hair, her arms, her back, and gave her ass a squeeze.

“Happy anniversary,” I said.

“Fuuuuuck yes. I love you.”

“I fucking love you too.”

“And I swear to you: I am gonna make my boobs dance. It’s just over two weeks until we have that day on the boat. That’s my goal.”

Oh yes. I was looking forward to boat day. Rachel in a skimpy swimsuit. Me in a skimpy swimsuit. And friends from the gym too – including the bikini competitor Harriet.

To be continued.

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In a Southern California summer in the early 1980s, right after my senior high school graduation, I began going to my friend Steven’s house several times a week. When his parents divorced earlier that year (mine had divorced almost ten years before), Steven had taken over a large shed in the back yard. Emptying it of tools and old paint and a dead rototiller, he turned it into what he called his ‘fort.’

Inside were a stereo with record player and bookshelf speakers, a 19″ TV and VCR, and bean bags to sit on. We’d drink Bacardi rum from a pint bottle chased by Coke from a 2-liter bottle and smoke a little weed while listening to our favorite ‘stoner rock’ music, then go swimming to cool off before returning to the fort for more drinks and hits. Usually, we’d then watch a movie on VHS after which I’d leave for home on my bicycle.

Once out of the fort I had to fight my way past some junk on the side of the house to get through the gate to the front yard. Steven’s mom, Sharon, giggling at my difficulties, suggested I go through the house instead. She was in her late 30s and not really attractive to me but had huge tits that she displayed well in tight tank tops with spaghetti straps, and so I was glad to spend even a few moments around her. I wondered if she spotted the boner I’d get as I paused to talk with her for a moment in her kitchen and then awkwardly step around her to the front door. I’d have to walk my bike for a block until my rod calmed down enough to sit on the seat.

Well into July we were in the fort 3-4 days a week. Mostly it was the same routine, but over time the movies Steven was getting from his older brother were getting racier and soon were outright porn. Sharon started coming outside to do minor yard work when we were in the pool, standing ready with towels and sandwiches, and sometimes getting in the water with us. It seemed odd, and I’m sure she knew we were smoking and drinking in the fort, but she never said anything, so we kept at it.

One day she came close and suggested I should find a better-fitting suit than the old baggy one I’d had for years, saying that the girls would like it when I swam at the beach or rec center pool. I did so, and a few days later she complemented me on how much better I looked, especially when I got hard seeing her tits and thinking about touching them. After that Sharon seemed to be outside more often, and dressed a bit more sexier each time.

The porn movies became too much to handle just sitting there, and one buzzy afternoon Steven made the first move — he boldly pulled his dick out and start stroking as we watched a big-breasted brunette (like his mom) modeling and then giving the stud photographer Porno a blow job. I’d been jerking off at home for a few years already, but this was the first time I was going to do it in front of someone else. With only the slightest hesitation I, too, pulled my dick out and began stroking it. We didn’t look at each other — the first time, anyway — and soon we each came on our chests. He had paper towels nearby and we wiped our cum off, then jumped back into the pool to cool off.

Jerking off became a normal part of time in the fort. We’d come out of the pool and dry off, then lose our suits at the door and settle naked into a bean bag with a movie playing, passing a bong back and forth. I noticed that Steven now had a whole box of movies, and that the subject matter he picked was becoming more focused on big cocks than huge tits. We’d jerked off next to each other a dozen times by now, and we’d also been watching each other do it, so it seemed a natural and likely next step to jerk each other off.

One day when I got to the fort the bean bags were piled right next to each other. We smoked and swam as usual and returned to the fort with our wet suits hanging on outside hooks he had installed. Steven started a movie and sat down next to me, so close that our shoulders were touching. I don’t remember what the movie was about because I was riveted on Steven’s hand as it slowly moved over and wrapped around my cock. He’d poured some lube into his hand first and as he stroked me, he squeezed a blob of lube into my now open hand. I paused a quick second, then took his semi-hard cock in my hand. While it felt much like mine — same length, about 6″, and thickness — it was just different, and strange, and exciting. In just a few seconds we were stroking in the same timing, pausing at the head, stroking along the lengths a dozen times, then caressing each other’s balls just we would do for ourselves. It didn’t take long for us both to cum, and after a rest we headed for the pool without a word.

Over the next few weeks, we continued stroking each other off. We talked about the porn movies in front of us, but also about famous women on TV and movies, girls at school, and even teachers, and what we thought were their best features and what we’d do to them if we could.

Once, while talking about big breasts and older women, I said that I thought his mother was sexy and that I wanted to see her bare tits. Steven laughed for a moment then said I could probably get some action with her as she hadn’t dated since her divorce. He began narrating a scene where I’d corner her in the kitchen and pull down her top and caress and kiss her tits. She’d squeeze Altyazılı Porno my dick and then blow me, and before he could finish the tale, I came all over his hand.

Steven leaned back in his bean bag, proud of his getting me off with his mom as my focus. I leaned forward and stopped him from reaching for the paper towels and instead wiped his cum-covered hands all over his cock. I then began stroking his softened cock with my cum as a lube, and in an unexplainable moment I came closer and licked at a small blob of cum at the base of his shaft. It was an odd taste, but I kept going, next licking at the side of his quickly hardening dick. I looked up to see Steven’s eyes closed and his head back, and I was glad that he wasn’t watching my lust play out. Hopefully he was thinking about some chick doing this.

I paused my mouth at his head, then took it in like I’d seen both women and men doing it in the movies. I took more into my mouth until I choked, then pulled off and tried again. It took several minutes to get the act down and soon I was sucking most of his hard cock into my mouth and throat. His hands now rested on the back of my head, not pushing me down more but not letting me pull off either.

I continued sucking him, faster now, and stroking the last couple of inches that I couldn’t bring into my mouth, telling myself that with more practice I’d be taking his whole cock into my mouth. His movements told me has getting close, as was the taste of cum, and 30 seconds later he shot into my mouth. I had wondered a moment earlier what I would do if he did that, and now with a mouthful I inadvertently turned to the side and spit it out, right into a bowl of potato chips. Steven alternated moaning and laughing as I leaned back into my bean bag, rubbing my jaw, and stroking my surprisingly hard cock. He reached over to stroke it, but I waved him off, telling him to wait until next time. I, too, sat back and closed my eyes, shocked yet proud of what I had done.

This new level of play continued for another week with both of us jerking and sucking each other off multiple times as we watched a variety of porn, to include gay guys having sex. That seemed wrong to us; hand jobs and blowjobs were OK, but we never considered having anal sex. I was increasingly wanting to get his mom naked, topless anyway, and on the last day in the fort before my classes in a nearby community college started, I got my wish.

After sucking Steven off (he later said it was my best yet, and I’d been deepthroating him for weeks now), and a good time in the pool with his mom close by in a sexy bikini, he suggested I head into the house while he’d stay in the Brazzers fort for a nap. He disappeared inside the house for a few minutes, claiming he needed to take a piss first, then returned. I had dried off but was still in my tight bathing suit as I gathered my stuff to change. Steven returned and came in behind me, reaching around to stroke my cock through the wet material. With my cock big and hard and clearly visible, he told me I was now ready to go inside, and that he’d see me on a future day off from college.

Sharon was in the kitchen sipping a glass of wine as I entered the house through the patio sliding doors. She was still in her bikini but now had on a pair of high heels — her and Steven must have coordinated this moment. Her eyes dropped to my crotch, allowing me to freely stare at her tits and the deep cleavage between them and driving my cock to maintain its big hard state. She smiled and looked up to catch me staring and crossed her arms under her breasts to pop them up even more.

I had to touch them; I put my stuff down on the table and approached her as she leaned against the counter. I stopped less than a foot away, my gaze switching back and forth from her eyes to her tits and down to her heeled feet which were suddenly very exciting to me. Sharon took me from my frozen state by taking my hands and placing them on her breasts, then dropped her hands to my crotch where she lightly caressed my hard dick in the suit. Locking the fingers of the other hand into my long hair she pulled me close and we kissed, awkwardly at first then settling into a good groove.

Next, she pulled my head down until my face was at her cleavage then buried into it. I kissed and licked the soft yet firm skin as I pressed them together, then took the lead and pulled her bikini top to the outsides to free her breasts. Her nipples were huge, and I naturally took one in my mouth and then the other, sucking and hearing her moan. I was in heaven — kissing and sucking on an older woman’s big tits for the first time!

Sharon let me keep at her breasts for another minute, then pushed me back to standing up. She loosened the string on my suit and pulled it down until my hard pulsing cock sprang out. She moved to a nearby kitchen chair and sat down, pulling me close and taking my cock into her mouth. I’d had many blowjobs from Steven, but this was different; she sucked and stroked me, then guided my cock up between her tits and pulled on my ass so that I was fucking them, another first. She may have wanted me in her pussy, and I would have done it, but I could wait no longer and shot a big load of cum up onto her cheek and neck and also into her cleavage.

Sharon wiped her face and breasts with a towel and came up to a hug with me. She encouraged me to head out so that she could check on Steven, and that maybe another time we could play again. I agreed and left, looking forward to the coming weekend and returning to the fort.

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Thirty years old… that’s the age when people are supposed to get their shit together. Get together with their dream partner, start popping the babies out, career on track, nice house, nice car, white picket fence. Everything sorted.

I’d seen it happen to plenty of my friends. It felt like I was almost there. I’d been with my boyfriend for three years, and as he was a lawyer he brought all the perks of a high income job – a beautiful home, holidays around the world, pretty much all the best things money could bring you. And after six years working as a teacher and impressing the right people I knew I could be proud of what I’d achieved. You’d think I’d be happy, and I was.

Which is why what happened next is such a surprise…. how urges hidden away deep inside me were suddenly woken up. And once awoken I gave up everything I had as I went from a respectable teacher to a cock hungry slut who couldn’t say no to her next dick.

I didn’t plan to become a teacher. Does anybody ever plan on becoming a teacher? It’s one of those careers that people kind of just fall into. Going to university to study to study English literature seemed like a good idea when I was a young, carefree teenager, but after graduation a succession of poorly paid and futureless jobs convinced me a more pragmatic career was required. So off to teacher training college it was.

Without being too arrogant, I was a natural at teaching – passionate about English and able to explain the nuances. But those skills are only half the challenge in the classroom. Maintaining discipline is the downfall of many a new teacher, but thankfully I had a secret weapon, especially when the job offer came in at an all boys school.

Five foot six, long golden hair and a naturally slim figure, I was already many a schoolboy’s wet dream even before my 34DD breasts came into play. By the time I took my first teaching job I knew how my breasts could be used to persuade grown men to behave as I wanted, so what chance did teenage boys have? By careful selection of skirts showing just the right amount of leg and tight tops flashing just a hint of cleavage I maintained control and enthusiasm in my classes. And even for those not desperately trying to win praise from their fantasy figure, the potential trouble makers I taught tended to have their blood circulation directed elsewhere than to their brains making them docile and well behaved.

I admit, sometimes when I was in a mischievous mood I’d see how many tents I could make appear in those tight trousers the students wore. A girl’s gotta have some fun at work right? But it never crossed a line. Well, not until that one day teaching the final year students. Looking back I probably should have realised there would one day be trouble acting the way I did in front of a bunch of horny eighteen year olds who were probably off discovering the joy of sex when not in class. But it’s always easy to work out where you went wrong when looking back over your mistakes.

It had been a long Thursday… computer problems, staff meetings to discuss new exam procedures and air conditioning break downs leading to a sweltering hot classroom meant I wasn’t in the best of moods as the sixth form class piled in for the last period of the day. Like all prepared teachers, I approached days with two plans in place. One for if I wanted to have an engaging day talking and challenging my students, and one for if I wanted them to shut up and have a quiet time to myself. And this was one of those days Porno when the latter came into play.

So after setting the class the task of writing an essay on how Lady MacBeth was responsible for her husband becoming king of Scotland, I sat back and started counting down the minutes to the end of the day when a sudden movement at the back of the class tingled my teacher senses. Whilst he wasn’t the most focussed of students, Jake normally got on with his work. But instead of writing about Shakespeare as requested he was smirking as he scribbled down a note. Stealthily I got up and crept up behind him.

“Now what have we here?” I asked as I grabbed the note he was writing. Jake’s body language suddenly went defensive as he realised he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

I read the note a first comment simply read “Fuck, Miss Stephenson looks hot today”. Well, the temperature in the classroom had caused me to undo a button on my blouse too many, so I probably couldn’t argue too much with that. On it’s own, that comment wasn’t so bad, but it was Jake’s response that made me blush. “She has so got it coming to her. I’d love to bend her over her desk, pull down her skirt, grab hold of her tits and utterly fucking ruin her”

I took a moment to compose myself before deciding Jake’s fate.

Whilst the thought of staying late to supervise detention didn’t appeal, with a stack of marking to get through. But before I could start on that I had to confront Jake about the note.

“What you wrote in that letter” I began “is no way to talk about women. You need to show more respect if you want to get on in life”

“Aww come on miss. You come in here, dressed like that and try to start preaching feminism and respect.”

“And what is wrong with the way I dress?”

“You’re the worst sort of cock tease. You like to preach about respect and equality but you come to class, flash your body and hang your tits out knowing fine that the class are too busy drooling over you to think for themselves”

I’m not sure what made more angry – the accusations or the fact he was absolutely correct. “I beg your pardon” was the best I could retort.

“You know, I’ve always wondered, do you get off on knowing that everyone at school goes home and jerks off over you?”

“Is that what you’d be doing right now if I hadn’t made you stay behind… having a good wank thinking about me?”

“Pretty much. Any chance we can hurry this up so I can get to it?”

I studied Jake. At 6ft and built solidly he cut quite an imposing and confident figure. But the best way in my experience to deal with those sort of characters is to play them at their own game and issue a challenge they won’t accept.

I leaned back on my desk “Why wait till you go home. Go on, do it right here”

In theory calling him out was a good plan, but there was one flaw – that he’d call my bluff and do as instructed. The words had barely left my mouth and he’d accepted the invitation, pulling down his trousers and tugging his shirt aside to reveal his erect penis.

I wasn’t inexperienced with men. I’d had my share of boyfriends before I’d got together with Tony, plus possibly a one night stand or two when I was at uni. My sexual partners count was at what I considered to be an experienced but not slutty twelve, but none of them had had a dick that could compare to the one that was proudly being displayed to me.

It must have been at least ten inches long – a good two more than Altyazılı Porno I’d had before, but at the same time thick and muscular. The bulbous head stared at me, simultaneously looking menacing but inviting. It could only have been seconds but felt like minutes that I stared open mouthed taking in every detail of its majestic glory, before I was suddenly drawn from my trance by the banging of a far away door as the janitor did his end of the day checks..

“You need to go” I weakly uttered.

Jake pulled up his trousers. “This isn’t over” he informed as he marched out of the classroom, a smug grin plastered across his face.

I wasn’t sure what had shocked me more – the fact that one of my students had exposed himself to me like that, or the fact that every time I closed my eyes all I could see was his gigantic dick leering at me. Teacher training prepares you for a lot of things you’ll be faced with in the classroom, but it most doesn’t tell you what to do when one of your students whips out an impossibly perfect penis in front of you. I decided the best plan was my own patented solution – wine.

I was halfway through my second glass when Tony got home. Three years of being a couple meant he knew the signs of when I had things on my mind, even if he lacked the emotional maturity to want to sit down and talk to me. Not that there was anyway I could talk to him about what had happened.

So he left me alone to while away my evening, but after I flopped into bed after finishing off the entire bottle suddenly he decided it was time for a bit of me and him time. Different relationships are built on different things; whilst his income gave us a high standard of living, our sex life was less than satisfying. Well, he had a great time and I’m sure he thought he was doing everything right. Such is the attitude of men for whom everything else in life came so easily. But that night as he pounded away amateurishly with his five inch cock, even more than ever did I feel that my life was missing out on something important. And as he grunted his way to an early climax for once I felt relief it was over rather than frustration that he’d got his rocks off and left me unsatisfied.

I’ve never understood why, but drinking wine has always lead to me having incredibly vivid dreams and that night was definitely no exception. But, like far too many of my dreams I found myself back at work. Seriously what is the point of dreaming if instead of taking you somewhere exciting they take you to the place you spend most of time wishing you were somewhere else? So anyway, there I was back in school teaching my sixth graders.

“So your homework for tonight is to read chapters eight to eleven, and we’ll start next class with a pop quiz on them. Any questions?” I asked them, my voice full of authority

“Yeah miss” came a voice from the back of the class “Why have you come to work today dressed as a whore?”

It’s fairly common for people when they dream end up in strange locations completely naked. For me, ever since I was bought my first set of lingerie, I’ve ended up dreaming myself into all sorts of scenarios wearing nothing but my sexiest underwear. Grandparent’s birthdays, exams, job interviews… you name it, I’ve turned up for it wearing nothing but a pair of lacey of bra and knickers. So yes, I’d dreamt that I was standing in front of twenty eighteen year old boys, wearing nothing but stockings, suspenders, a black strapped bra and a thong that barely Brazzers covered my cunt.

“You are such a fucking tease Miss Stephenson” came another voice

“Is anybody in here not rock hard right now?” My eyes darted around the classroom trying to catch who was speaking as I felt my control was rapidly being lost.

“Jake why don’t you show her what she’s done to your dick?”

My eyes flashed to the back of the class where Jake sat. Making eye contact with me he got out of his seat and slowly walked to the front of the class. My focus dropped to his crotch as he undid his belt and slowly pulled down his pants. I inhaled deeply in anticipation of what was about to happen. Suddenly his dick sprung out, rock hard and oh so juicy looking.

“I told you this wasn’t over” he said as he wrapped his right hand around his thick shaft and started jerking off in front of me.

My face turned bright red as I watched my eighteen year old student masturbate for me, but I couldn’t look away. As I watched his hand sliding up and down his oversized manhood my pussy began to tingle, and I began to wonder how glorious it would be if it was my hand wrapped around his dick.

“Show him your tits” came a voice somewhere in the class. And in my sense of arousal it seemed only fair – it was only fair I gave him something back for the thrilling show he was providing me. I reached round and undid my bra, allowing it to fall to the floor leading to a roar of approval from my class. I felt no shame that I was standing topless in front of a class of twenty eighteen year olds, my puffed up nipples showing them all how horny I was. And all the time I watched mesmerised as Jake continued to beat his ten inch dick for me, his hand moving up and down his cock and with each stroke I felt myself getting more and more turned on.

But unfortunately that’s the point at which I woke up.

I looked over at my boyfriend as he slept soundly beside me. For a moment I thought about waking him up and initiating some middle of the night action. But deep down I knew that after the few minutes of giving his best I still wouldn’t be satisfied. Instinctively my right hand reached down and started massaging my clit.

My mind replayed the glorious moment when Jake had pulled out his gigantic dick in front of me. Did he realise that hours later I’d be lying in bed with my hand between my legs thinking about it? I knew it was wrong to masturbate over one of my students, but it wasn’t like I was fantasising about fucking him…

… But then I realised my legs were spread wide open as my pussy screamed out to be filled. Filled with more dick than it had ever taken before…

… It wasn’t that I wanted to have sex with Jake. It was just that I wanted to have his penis inside, to feel that big, hot cock of his throbbing inside me until it could take no more and explode inside me…

… My left hand was now teasing my nipples as my right hand continued to play with my labia. I was getting close now, very close…

… How would Jake be fucking me if he was here with me right now? He wouldn’t be gentle, he’d be pounding his teacher’s tight little pussy like there was no tomorrow. He’d be using me like a piece of meat, only caring about his own satisfaction, even though he’d be giving me exactly what I was craving. Oh god, he’d be ruining me with that giant dick of his, absolutely ruining me, just like he’d promised….

… I gasped as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me a sweaty, panting mess. And beside me my boyfriend slept, unaware that I’d just climaxed a hundred times harder than he’d ever made me.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, trying to forget what I’d just pleasured myself to. Trying to forget how fucking amazing it had felt.

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I woke up a little past 4 AM, much earlier than usual, as I was feeling very cold. It wasn’t a surprised as I found myself sprawled on my hotel bed completely naked and with my blanket still folded neatly underneath me. I was so exhausted from the long day at work yesterday, capped off with a long night of hard fucking with Bojan, that I must have dozed off almost instantly after I took a warm shower. I moved to a more comfortable position on the bed then I covered my naked body with the warm blanket which remained untouched the whole night. As I prepared to go back to sleep, I remembered that it was already Thursday, our big day for the presentation to our stakeholders, so my mind suddenly kicked into second gear, and I started thinking about the content of our presentation.

Since I couldn’t go back to sleep anymore, I decided to phone home earlier than usual, good thing my husband was available to talk. He was surprised that I was up very early, and I told him about the presentation today and that my brain was already working, and I couldn’t sleep anymore. He was hoping to get some virtual sexy time with me like we usually do when he gets time away from the kids when I call, but I told him that I wasn’t in the mood as I was stressed with the presentation. He was obviously disappointed, but I promised to give him “the fuck of his life” when I get home. He had to settle with that promise, and to make him feel a bit better, I let him see me naked on the bed while we talked. After catching up with my husband, I had my catch up with the kids before we put the phone down so I can prepare for the presentation.

I switched on my laptop and started going through the deck Bojan and I prepared last night. It was barely 5 AM and I am still stark naked, but I was already in-the-zone preparing for our pitch. I was able to run through the presentation flow and rehearse my lines a couple of times before I started to relax and had the confidence to think that we got this! By then, it was almost 6 AM so I decided to start getting ready to go to the office. Just as I was about to go for a shower, I got an SMS from Bojan which read: “We were booted out of the conference room at the office, Ron’s secretary booked one of the hotel’s conference rooms for the presentation. No need to be at the lobby by 7AM, we can all just regroup at 9 AM at the hotel conference room area.” After I read the message, another one popped up where Bojan was asking that we still meet for breakfast at 630AM as he had to tell me something important.

I took a quick warm shower, went through my morning skin care routine, then went on to select my power outfit for the presentation. I picked my black double-breasted dress that went down to the middle of my thighs, so not too short, and I completed the look with my black, suede heels. The material of my dress was thick enough to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, because I wanted to feel sexy and because I don’t have any thongs left to wear for this trip. After fixing my hair and putting on my lipstick, I grabbed my bag and went down to meet Bojan for breakfast.

After complimenting how I looked as soon as I sat in front of him, Bojan immediately asked me to choose between the good news or the bad news. Not wanting to start with the negative vibes, I chose the good news first. He told me that he sent the pre-reding of our material to Ron last night before he slept, and Ron was impressed with it. He got a note from Ron this morning saying that he just needed a few clarifications from us before formalizing his buy in. I gave Bojan a fist bump after he shared the news to me, but before we could celebrate further, I stopped and asked him what the bad news was all about. He then shared with me that Ralph informed him earlier this week that he decided to resign from the company, but requested to keep it a secret until we secure Ron’s buy in. Given that we are 95% sure our proposal was going to get approved, Bojan decided to let me know.

I let the bad news settle in for a bit since Ralph is such an integral part of the project before I started asking questions. I learned that he only has 3 weeks left to transition they work, so Bojan and I had to strategize how to do it. We both agreed to propose promoting both Bernice and Ally and have them split Ralph’s responsibility while we look for a new member to join our team. After we sorted through the plans, I told Bojan that we should at least give Ralph a good farewell as this was probably the last time he will be with us in person. Bojan agreed with me and said that we should plan something before we all fly back home.

“You’ve known Ralph the longest, what do you think would be a good farewell gift for him?” I asked Bojan.

“Well, we won’t have enough time as he flies back to the US tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yeah, do you think we should get him a nice bottle of wine so he could bring it home?”

“That’s an option! For sure we should have a good dinner with him and the ladies later.”

“Yeah, but I think we should get something for Ralph specifically.”

“Hmmm, Porno maybe I can share your pussy with him!”

“Fuck off!” I said while pointing my butter knife playfully at Bojan.

“Why? He’s always wanted to get inside your pants!”

“Whatever! Stop fooling around and help me think!”

“I am thinking, but I really think that would be the best send off for him, getting laid by you!”

I threw my table napkin at Bojan to stop him from whatever thoughts he was entertaining. I may have been fucking him every day on this trip, but I don’t want to be the official project cunt by fucking Ralph too! Bojan was laughing at my reaction and was making fun of me, but he maintained his point that my pussy was the best gift for Ralph. I kicked Bojan underneath the table a few times, but he continued to be amused with his idea. Good thing Ally and Bernice arrived to get their breakfast, so Bojan was forced to shape up and stop his non-sense. Ralph also came shortly after, and though we planned to just converge at 9AM, I suggested we do the huddle now after everyone has eaten.

Bojan and I decided not to share any of the news to the team yet so as not to distract them from the task at hand. We finished strategizing around 9:30AM so we decided to give everyone some time off and just asked for all of us to meet at the hotel meeting room at 11 AM sharp for the pitch to Ron. We all left the breakfast area at the same time, but we went on different directions. Ralph went to a pharmacy down the street to get some motion sickness medicines he would need for his flight, the ladies wend to the hotel fitness floor to book slots for spa treatment, while Bojan and I took the elevator back to our rooms.

When the elevator stopped at my floor, I was surprised that Bojan alighted as well. I told him that it wasn’t his floor yet, but he told me that he didn’t have anything to do back in his room and would like to stay with me instead. I would have preferred to get some alone time, but since he was already walking with me back to my room, I decided to stay polite and just allow him to tag along. When we got to my room, I took Bojan’s jacket so I could hang it and prevent it from getting wrinkled, then I asked him to make himself comfortable. He took a seat on the couch and switched on the TV while I hung his jacket inside my closet. He then asked if I had an extra bottle of water, so I got a bottle from the ref and tossed one his way. I knew he got a peek of my ass and even my pussy when I bent over to get water, but he’s seen everything already anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“Why don’t you hang you jacket too while we kill time?” he asked with a sly grin on.

“Haha! It’s a dress, not a jacket, so I’d be naked if I took it off!”

“That’s the point!”

“Nah, I won’t get naked for you!”

“Why not?” he asked as he slowly walked towards me. I just stood in front of him without saying a word, then he held me by my shoulders and slowly turned my back to him. He then swooped one hand under my dress to grab my naked crotch, while his other hand cupped my tits firmly. I then felt his finger fondle my clit while his other hand began to slowly undo the buttons of my dress. A few seconds later, my dress was completely unbuttoned, and my tits were in full display. Bojan let go of my crotch and helped me out of my dress then he hung it in my closet beside his jacket, while I stood there wearing only my black heels.

Bojan stood in front of me to admire my completely naked body before pulling me by my hand to the couch. After I took my seat, Bojan took of his trousers and boxers, tossed them to the bed, then sat beside me. He then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, then he gently pushed me lower bringing my face next to his cock, He then grabbed me by my thighs and had me lift my legs up on the couch such that I was crouched beside him with my mouth next to his cock ready to give him a blowjob. When he has successfully positioned me the way he liked, he uttered in a commanding tone, “Blow me!”.

I took hold of his cock before slowly licking it from his balls up to the tip of his uncircumcised head. I licked his rod up and down a few times before wrapping my lips around it and putting it inside my mouth as deep as I could. It took me a few thrusts before I was able to devour his entire cock, going deep into my throat. As my lips reached the base of his cock, I heard Bojan moan then I felt his finger, or two, enter my wet cunt. I began bobbing my head up and down Bojan’s cock, while he started working up my pussy with his fingers, thrusting vigorously in and out of my hole making loud, slushing noises with my cunt juices. After a while, I felt an orgasm brewing inside me, so I started sucking his cock more forcefully until I had to let his cock go as I let out a short shriek and writhed in pleasure as I exploded into a strong orgasm.

Bojan let go of my pussy and allowed my body to convulse with the orgasm I just had. I was halfway into catching my breath when he pulled me up to my feet and led me to the office desk at the Altyazılı Porno foot of my bed. He lifted me up and lay me flat on my back on the table with my ass on the edge of the table. The table’s height matched Bojan’s perfectly such that my pussy was at the right level as his cock. I was still having a strong tingling sensation in my clit when Bojan decided to penetrate my cunt with his thick cock. His first thrust made me screech loudly which eventually turned into loud moans and pants as he thrust in and out of me. I haven’t fully recovered from my orgasm, so my pussy was so sensitive that I had to hold the edge of the desk to try and contain the sensation I was feeling inside me.

As Bojan drilled my pussy with his cock, he kept his hands busy rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples making me moan louder and wriggle uncontrollably on the table as the sensations overwhelmed my senses. I had another strong orgasm shortly after and I was short of screaming in pleasure, but Bojan just kept on pounding me, sending me into multiple waves of orgasms that I lost count how many I had. At this point, I just lost sense of what was happening and all I could remember was Bojan standing in front of me, still clad in his white shirt and blue tie, thrusting in and out of my pussy with reckless abandon. My moans, though still loud, started to sound muffled as I drowned in ecstasy, until I got knocked back to my senses when I felt warm fluid spread inside me.

I saw and heard Bojan grunting in front of me, and his thrusts became slower as he sprayed his cum inside my pussy. Shortly after, I felt him pull out his cock from inside me and I curled up on instinct like an infant on top of the desk. After Bojan caught his breath, he carried me and moved me from the desk to the bed as I still lay motionless in fetal position trying to catch my breath and regain my wits, with cum dripping down from my pussy. Bojan let me rest while he washed my cunt juices away from his cock, and when he was done, he helped me up to my feet so I could wash up as well. My clit was still very sensitive that the water splashing against it as I washed Bojan’s cum away from my pussy made me cringe and moan. We finished cleaning up with time to spare before meeting the rest of the team, so I was able to retouch my lipstick and my make up before putting my clothes back on and heading to the meeting room for the presentation.

I was walking gingerly as we made our way to the meeting room as my knees were still weak from the multiple orgasms I just had. Bojan helped carry my stuff while I held on to the walls of the hotel hallway to support myself, while he smiled in delight watching the effects of what he did to my pussy. I regained my composure just before we boarded the lift, so I walked normally as we approached the meeting room to huddle with the group. We had a few minutes to review our key points with the team once more before Ron and his secretary came and joined us for the presentation. After a few pleasantries, it was showtime, so I took a deep breath, did my “power pose”, then went on to begin our pitch.

The presentation went on very smoothly and the team was able to address all of Ron’s clarifications that addressed any doubts he may have had. At the end of approximately 90 minutes of presentations and Q&A, we were all happy to hear Ron’s alignment on the plans, and more importantly his approval for the funding to proceed with our project. At this point, we can all say that it was mission accomplished! Ron shook everyone’s hand before leaving the room, and as soon as the door closed behind him, we all cheered in delight with what we just achieved. I was pretty sure he heard us as we were pretty loud, but we didn’t worry about it as we were all just glad that we got over the biggest hurdle for our project.

After the celebration in the room subsided, Bojan took the floor to address the whole team. He started by congratulating everyone on the success we just had, but also reminded everyone of the tough battle still ahead of us to deliver on our promise. He then shifted gears to announce Ralph’s decision to leave the company which somehow dampened the mood of everyone. We gave Ralph the chance to talk and he explained a bit about his plans before thanking the team for the partnership and friendship. When he was done, I took the opportunity to thank Ralph and invite the whole team for a nice dinner and maybe drinks in the evening to both celebrate and do a send off for Ralph. Everyone was aligned and we all agreed to meet at the hotel lobby at 6:30 PM.

Before we left the room, Bojan asked if anyone wanted to join him for lunch and some shopping before meeting up for dinner as planned. Ralph agreed to join Bojan, Ally and Bernice passed as they booked a slot at the hotel spa, while I also declined as I wanted to rest and catch up on sleep. I did a final reminder on the plans for the evening before we all went on separate ways for our afternoon plans. When I got to my room, I took a nice, warm bath on the tub to relax my body and my brain. After around 30 Brazzers minutes in the tub, I wiped myself dry, put on the satin robe my husband packed for me, then I tucked myself in to rest and get some sleep.

I drifted into deep sleep, maybe due to mental stress from preparing for the presentation, and the physical strain from getting fucked hard by Bojan last night and earlier. When I woke up, I was surprised to see that it was already 6 PM, so I felt ecstatic to get the luxury of a 4-hour nap in a busy work week. I was still curled up under my blanket when I heard my mobile phone’s message notification. It was an SMS from Bojan which read, “You might be sleeping so I did not ring the bell. I got you something and left it by your door, please put them on for later.” I was still feeling lazy and didn’t want to stand up and get it, but my curiosity got the best of me, so I got up to check out what he got me. I saw a small, pink paper bag hanging on my doorknob, so I got it and checked what was inside it. I was taken aback to see an app-controlled wearable vibrator inside it!

I left the package on the desk then I hopped back into my bed where I spent the next few minutes thinking of what to do with Bojan’s present. The more I thought about how he plans to work my cunt up remotely over dinner and drinks, the hornier I got to the point that I succumbed to the temptation and decided that I would put it on as Bojan asked. I got out of bed to choose my outfit for the evening, and I picked my floral wrap dress, and decided to put on my thigh high nylons and garter set as it was a bit chilly in the evenings. The prints on my dress concealed my bra-less tits and panty-less crotch, but I need to make sure that the vibrator Bojan gave me won’t poke through my dress.

I got the sex toy from my desk so I could put it on. I sat on the edge of my bed, hiked my dress up, then started slowly rubbing my clit until I my cunt juices started flowing. When my pussy was wet enough, I grabbed the egg-shaped vibrator and slowly inserted it inside me. I’ve used sex toys in the past, but it is my first time going out with one inserted in my pussy, so I practiced walking around with it to make sure I won’t look weird while I walked. It felt a bit strange at first, like having an average-sized cock inserted in me while I moved around, but I eventually got the hang of it. I checked myself out in the mirror and made sure that the part that stuck out of my pussy didn’t cause an awkward bulge in my dress. Before heading out to meet the team, I decided to try it on, and God did it send ripples across my groin area. I started to worry as to how I will contain the sensation when Bojan switches it on so the others won’t notice me wincing, but my libido once again got the best of me.

When I got to the lobby, Bojan, Bernice and Ally were already there waiting for me and Ralph. Bojan gave me a look as if to ask if I put the vibrator on, so I gave him a wink and a smile to affirm, and he responded with a thumbs up and a wide grin. Ralph arrived a few seconds after, and we immediately made our way to the dinner place Bojan selected. As soon as we exited the hotel lobby, Bojan switched the vibrator to high which startled me and caused me to lose my balance a bit. The girls were walking ahead of me so they didn’t notice, but Ralph saw me and asked if I was okay, and I just said that I caught my heels in a gap on the cement and lost my balance. When we resumed walking, I let Ralph walk ahead of me so I can give Bojan a slight elbow on the gut. He turned the toy on a few times while we walked but it was at low or moderate so I could contain the sensation, but I felt my pussy start to get soaking wet.

All throughout the evening, Bojan kept playing with the controls of the vibrator inside my pussy, sending me to the brink of orgasm a few times. There were times I couldn’t help but wince in pleasure and at least one of our teammates noticed it, but I just shrugged them off and told them I was having hyperacidity and that my stomach was cramping a bit. I guess they bought my excuse as they stopped probing, but they kept asking me if I was okay. A few rounds into the after-dinner drinks, Bojan turned up the intensity and I knew I was going to explode sooner than later, so I excused myself and quickly made my way to the ladies’ room. Luckily it was very clean and empty, so I locked myself hurriedly in a cubicle, hiked my dress up, then I started to rub my clit vigorously with the sex toy still vibrating inside me. Shortly after, my knees began to buckle so I leaned against the wall as my body started to convulse with a powerful orgasm.

The orgasmic sensation between was extremely strong and was extended by the continuous vibration inside my pussy. I knew I couldn’t contain my moans as I came but I couldn’t worry much about it as I focused on keeping my balance as I was really weak on my knees. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I manually switched off the sex toy so I could regain my wits. As I gasped for air and tried to calm my nerves, I pulled out my phone and sent Bojan and SMS that read “I need you to fuck me badly, let’s go back to the hotel!” After I sent the message, I slowly gingerly walked out of the cubicle, fixed myself in front of the mirror to make sure I didn’t have the “newly-fucked” look, then I slowly walked my way back to rejoin my team.

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There I was awake at two in the morning the day our new mattress was to arrive. There was nothing wrong with the mattress I was laying on. It was comfortable. It was just that it was on her bed since her late husband was around. It was her idea really. The thought was we were starting our new life together in five days as Mr. and Mrs. Mercer. She liked the frame she had for her bed. It was just her idea that we get a new mattress for it.

Yet, I was awake at two in the morning. I looked over at my fiancée and saw her eyes still closed. She looked so beautiful there with one arm on a pillow and her body facing away from me. I tried earnestly to turn over and close my eyes, but sleep was not coming too easily. I was naked of course since we rarely slept with clothes on. This meant she was naked also. My “little brain” was ruling my actions as I pressed against her and started kissing her neck.

“Mmm. Leo, what time is it?”

“Time for me to snuggle with my soon-to-be bride,” I said.

She backed towards me a little before she started to reach behind her. She could feel my cock already in prime position before she turned.

“There’s no way you can sleep with him being awake. Did you want me to help you with your little problem?”

“What kind of help?” I asked, trying Porno to play innocent.

She gave me the look that read, ‘You little shit.”

“You know what I mean. I think you woke up because you remembered this would be the last night we would be on this mattress. Didn’t you?”

I smiled.

“Not intentionally. But we should have one more time just in case.”

“Do we know what time they are coming in tomorrow?”

“The text message said around 1PM.”

“Well, I could make you wait. But since you are so fucking persuasive.”

She kissed me full on the lips while stroking my cock. She then went on her back while I crawled on top of her and started to slide inside her. Her legs instinctively went upwards. I took my hands and placed them on her ankles to hold them up while I started to thrust. I looked in her face and saw her smiling as I did.

“Fuck your good girl, Leo.”

Being spurred on by my future bride, I started to fuck her quickly. My goal was to cum. At the same time, I wanted her to cum along for the ride, so to speak. We stayed in that position for a bit before I slid out and moved her into her favorite position. She reached back and spread her legs apart as I slid into her pussy from behind. I started to fuck her again in earnest, Altyazılı Porno smacking her ass every chance I had before her cheeks turned that rosy hue. I started to feel myself getting close to losing the race before she pushed forward, dislodging me from her. She turned and flipped on her back again before she grabbed her vibrator and held it on her pussy.

“Breathe for a moment, Leo. I want to get closer to cumming so we can get there together.”

I slowly stroked my cock to avoid it softening, but not allowing myself to cum early either. It was a little bit before she nodded towards me. I placed my cock at her entrance and pushed in slowly. I could feel the vibrations inside her as I slid in. We were mere seconds apart when we finally peaked. I was able to fill her pussy as I desired to. As we both came back down to Earth, our lips met, and we started kissing each other tenderly.

“I never want to stop kissing you,” I whispered.

“What about work?”

“I could retire early. Then I could be with you all day.”

She looked at me and smiled before she gave me a quick peck back.

“You’ll get bored easily.”

I smiled.

“You have a point. Plus, it will give you more chances to drag me to the gym.”

She gave me a mock Brazzers pout before laughing.

“That is a very good point. Still, what are we missing for this weekend?”

I had my arms around her as we talked.

“Did we invite everyone?”

“I have three invites left. I’m not sure who for.”

“Did Aubrey help you make a list?”

“I should probably call her in the morning to confirm.”

“I think so. Did we get the food figured out?”

“We decided to use the same caterers from the party.”

“That’s cool. They had good food. Music?”

“Your tech guy has the system set up.”

“Flowers?”

“Your favorite florist.”

“You think of everything, Sweetheart.”

I saw her face change.

“I had to get the dress altered. I need to check on that in the morning also.”

“Can I come?”

“You already did, you bad boy,” she said with her wicked smile on her face.

“I meant to see the dress.”

“Leo, you can’t see the dress until the wedding.”

“Okay, so how am I supposed to match you?”

“It’s a simple dress. Just wear your black dress shirt and your Wranglers. No underwear, though,” she added with a wicked grin on her face again.

“I guess there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Just tell me you love me again, Leo.”

“I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you too. Should we try to sleep again?”

I held her against me as I closed my eyes. She was right. Sleeping was a good option. So much to do until Saturday. It didn’t matter at that moment though because I was holding her.

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I woke up with a damp heat between my legs. The clock said it was a little after two a.m. Trying to ignore it, I lay still and feigned sleep, hoping to convince my body that it was asleep. That didn’t work. I lay there for what seemed like a very long time and when I opened my eyes again it was still a little after two. I rolled over and reached for Andrea. I put my hand on her hip and she stirred.

“You can’t sleep either?” she asked.

“I’m horny.” I reached my hand down the front of her panties and ran my fingers through the thatch of hair I found there. I tugged her pubes gently and she rolled onto her back. Spread her legs. Giving me access. Pulling my hand back I offered my middle finger to her mouth. She took it, sucked it, got it wet. I returned it to her panties and working them to the side I inserted it. My finger was wet, her pussy was wet. There was no resistance to the insertion and I squeezed my fingers together to stimulate her labia while I tapped on her G-spot, inside. That always worked bursa escort bayanlar for me. She gasped and took her lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes closed as she let me have my way with her. After a moment, I twisted until I could get my mouth on her pussy. With my finger still inside her I used my tongue to work open, pry open, her hood. Andrea has a small clit, well hidden by her hood, but I knew where it was. I’d been there before.

Tap, tap, tap on her G-spot as my tongue pressed, almost motionless, on her clit. I could feel the tension in her body beginning to build but I wasn’t ready to let her climax. Not yet. With a flick of my tongue on her pussy I pulled it away, moved my head up, and started sucking and licking circles around her nipples. Tap, tap, tap on her G-spot, squeeze her labia, suck and lick on her nipples. She moaned but soon she began pushing my head, pressing me down between her legs. I laughed and resisted her. She wanted to cum and eventually, bayan sarisin escort bursa I had to relent. I love her. I couldn’t torture her. I went back down to her clit with my mouth, continued to play with her nipples with one hand and kept up the constant tap, tap, tap. She peaked pretty quickly, her whole body began to vibrate. Slowly, at first then faster until she was rigid, her legs pressed together making it difficult for me to tap. Difficult for me to breath.

As the peak passed and she began to relax I removed my finger and simply circled her labia with my tongue. Each time I would come near her clit she would shudder again. Finally, she pushed me away and I lay on my side with my feet on the pillows and my head at the foot of the bed. She was positioned just the opposite. The blankets and sheets were in complete disarray. We lay like this for awhile, and she would occasionally sneak a quick lick on my feet or toes. When she moved she put one of her legs bayan esmer escort bursa between mine and pressed her pussy against me. She began moving her hips in a slow circular motion, grinding against my sex. It felt wonderful and now we were both getting hot. Angela used her hands to spread the cheeks of my ass; heightening the sensation. Her hands and her hips were never still. She kept them moving continuously, but she stopped, without warning. Got off me and lay on her back again. She hung her head off the edge of the bed and looked at me. Her eyes were soft, doe-like, and irresistible. I knew what she wanted to do and was happy to oblige.

I stood and walked forward to straddle her face. Her tongue darted rapidly between my anus and my cunt. I ground my clit on her chin while she licked my ass. I came strong. I came hard and when I lifted myself off, she was covered with my juices from her chin to her nose. I could see it shining in the moonlight that streamed through the window. We climbed back into the bed and lay atop the disheveled bed clothes, face to crotch. I pulled her panties off of her and pushed them under my pillow. My panties were already on the floor. We fell asleep again, my arms were wrapped around her knees, and slept like innocent babes, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. I dreamt of her and when I woke she was gone.

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Emma and Caroline didn’t get much sleep that night. They had so much pent-up sexual energy they made love all night, save for the hour or so eating dinner. They finally fell asleep around four in the morning. They received their wake-up call promptly at 6:30. The captain of their private jet had told them wheels up was promptly at eight. They groggily got out of bed, showered quickly and threw on come comfortable travel clothes. A private car drove them to the tarmac where the small jet was waiting.

“Morning,” the flight attendant said as they boarded.

“Morning,” Emma and Caroline yawned.

Hot coffee and assorted breakfast items awaited them at the rear of the plane. They both poured coffee for themselves and grabbed some breakfast. The aircraft was in the air by 8:45. The flight from Tokyo to Sydney normally took about ten hours. Fortunately there was a decent tailwind, which would cut an hour off the flight. Caroline and Emma both slept most of the way. They awoke with just a couple hours left in the flight. The cabin attendant informed them cold sandwiches were available if they were hungry.

The aircraft touched down at Sydney International Airport at 6PM local time. As she stepped onto the tarmac Caroline couldn’t believe how warm it was. Then she remembered the seasons in the Southern Hemisphere were opposite from the US. Down here it was hot in the winter months and cold in the summer months. A shuttle bus ferried them to the main terminal where they were cleared through customs. They were directed to another shuttle which took them to their hotel. They arrived at the Four Seasons Sydney and checked in. They were each handed a room keycard and rode the elevator to the ninth floor and entered their room.

The room was a suite overlooking Sydney Harbor. Caroline ran to the large picture window in the living room area and took in the view. She could see the picturesque harbor and the city below. Emma nodded approvingly of the room. She walked to the bedroom, where a huge bed greeted her. She set her luggage down and removed her shoes. She walked out to the main area where Caroline stood silently, looking out the window.

“It’s so beautiful,” Caroline said.

“Yes, it is,” Emma agreed, sliding her arms around her TA.

She pulled Caroline’s hair aside and lightly kissed her neck. Caroline gasped and she moved her head to the side, allowing her professor to continue kissing. Caroline felt her panties getting wetter with each passing minute. Emma pulled away after several minutes.

“Come shower with me,” Emma said. “Then we’ll get some dinner.”

Emma went to the bathroom and started the water. The hot water felt amazing on her tired body. A minute later Caroline joined her. Caroline pulled Emma in and kissed her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Caroline said.

“So are you,” Emma said.

Their lips pressed together in hot passion. Caroline’s hand slid down between Emma’s thighs.

“Fuck,” Emma gasped.

“Yeah, you like that?” Caroline asked, gently massaging her lover’s swollen mound.

Emma moaned her affirmation.

“Then you’ll absolutely görükle escort love this.”

Caroline pressed her thumb gently against Emma’s throbbing clitoris and began moving it in circles.

“Shit!” Emma moaned loudly.

She kissed Caroline harder. Emma moved her hand between Caroline’s legs, mimicking her student’s technique. Caroline yelped in pleasure. The two women massaged each other’s clits. Caroline could feel herself building quickly.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” Caroline moaned.

“Yes, scream for your professor,” Emma whispered in her ear.

“Yes, professor!” Caroline screamed, about to climax.

“Cum!” Emma commanded.

“Yes, professor!” Caroline screamed again.

Her entire body shook as she came. Her legs wobbled. Emma held her tight through the climax. Caroline began moving her thumb faster around Emma’s clit. Now Emma began to shake. She leaned back against the shower wall, giving Caroline full access to her pussy. Caroline dropped to her knees and began tongue-fucking her professor as she played with her clit.

“Yes, fuck me with your tongue, Caroline!”

Caroline buried her tongue deep inside Emma. Emma’s pussy was so warm and sweet. She couldn’t get enough. The more she tasted, the more she wanted. Emma grabbed her head and pushed it into her mound. Caroline’s tongue went even deeper, pushing Emma over the edge.

“Fuck!” Emma screamed.

Caroline felt her professor’s sweet juices flow into her mouth. She swallowed, loving the sweet, thick nectar. When she was sure Emma had finished, Caroline stood. She and Emma kissed long and passionately.

“That was amazing,” Emma gasped. “Learn to do that at Columbia, too?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been wanting to try that for awhile,” Caroline replied.

They finished washing and got dressed. Caroline threw on a cute blue sundress, and Emma chose a sleeveless red blouse and denim skirt. They looked through the in-room directory of restaurants and decided on a pub just down the street. The walk there took five minutes.

The pub had open seating; they chose seats at the bar. Within seconds of sitting the bartender greeted them.

“Welcome,” she said in a thick Aussie accent, handing them menus. “I’m Hailey, and I’m your bartender this evening. What can I get you ladies to drink?”

Caroline was immediately drawn to her. Hailey had short fiery red hair, obviously dyed, in a pixie cut, and seductive green eyes. She looked to be about the same age as Caroline. Hailey wore a black tank top, from which peeked a hot pink bra strap. Caroline saw Hailey wasn’t all that busty, but there was definitely enough to play with. Emma could see Caroline’s immediate attraction; it turned her on thinking about her student getting horny for another beautiful young woman like Hailey.

“I’ll have a sangria,” Emma said.

“Diet Coke for me,” Caroline said.

Hailey made the drinks in front of them, placing them on napkins on the bar when they were ready.

“What do you recommend for food?” Emma asked.

“I literally love everything here,” Hailey said. “Our cooks are eskort bayan amazing.”

“I’ll have the fish and chips,” Caroline said.

“I’ll have the ‘Down-Under Burger’,” Emma said. “Medium-rare. With onion rings.”

“Lovely,” Hailey said, writing down their orders and walking it back to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later the food arrived. Hailey had been right; the food was to die for. Caroline couldn’t believe fish and chips could taste this delicious. Emma’s burger was grilled to perfection: tender, delicious, and juicy. They were so hungry they practically scarfed their food down. Hailey asked about dessert. Although they’d eaten quickly the portions had been huge, and they were stuffed. They passed, and Hailey handed them the bill.

“I’m traveling on the university’s account,” she said quietly, handing the cute bartender her university credit card.

“I’m gonna walk around downtown for a bit,” Emma said. “You can come with or if you wanna stay and mingle with the locals you can.”

Caroline realized Emma had noticed her staring at their hot bartender. She couldn’t believe Emma wasn’t jealous.

“Are you sure?” Caroline asked.

“It’s okay,” Emma said, whispering in Caroline’s ear. “It’s turning me on knowing you want her like that.”

Emma got up and left. Hailey noticed Caroline still sitting at the bar.

“Anything else I can get you, love?” she asked.

Caroline was nervous. She wanted to ask Hailey out right there and then, but she’d only be here a short while, and what were the chances they’d see each other again anyway?

“Actually, um, I stayed behind because of the service,” Caroline said nervously. “I’m Caroline, by the way.”

Hailey blushed.

“I’m off in thirty minutes,” she said with a smile. “And yes, I’d love to hang out with you.”

Caroline waited around while Hailey finished her shift. Hailey clocked out and walked out from behind the bar. She was wearing a short mid-thigh length denim skirt with a belt. Hailey noticed her staring.

“One advantage of this place, you get to where pretty much whatever you want when you’re behind the bar,” Hailey smiled.

“I like your outfit choice,” Caroline said.

“And I love your dress,” Hailey said as they stepped outside. “So obviously you’re not from here. The US?”

“Yep,” Caroline said. “I’m a senior at Columbia University in New York.”

“Awesome. I’m a junior at the University of Sydney, studying business management. How about you?”

“Sociology and education,” Caroline answered. “I want to be a teacher.”

“That’s cool,” Hailey said. “We need more teachers in the world. So what are you doing in Australia, and who was the woman you were with? Was she your girlfriend?”

Now it was Caroline’s turn to blush.

“No, she’s my sociology professor at Columbia. Dr. Emma Clarke.”

“Shut up! That’s Dr. Clarke? We’ve read her books at university!”

“I’m her teaching assistant this year,” Caroline said. “We’re down here for the global warming conference.”

“Wow, that’s really cool!” Hailey said.

They altıparmak escort stopped in front of an apartment complex. Caroline hadn’t realized how far they’d walked.

“Well this is my place,” Hailey said. “I’m really glad we met.”

“Me too,” Caroline said. “I’d love to hang out with you again.”

“So would I,” Hailey said. “I have tomorrow off. Wanna go to Bondi Beach tomorrow?”

“I’d love to!”

“Ok, where are you staying? I have a car, I can pick you up.”

“The Four Seasons,” Caroline answered.

“I know where that is. I work the hotel bar there some weekends. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at ten?”

“It’s a date,” Caroline smiled.

She turned to walk back to her hotel, but Hailey grabbed her hand and spun her around. Caroline’s heart raced. Hailey pulled Caroline to her and kissed her hard on the mouth. They stood outside the door to Hailey’s building, kissing for several minutes. Finally their lips parted.

“Do you kiss all the pretty girls you’ve just met?” Caroline asked.

“Only the ones I really want,” Hailey replied. “Goodnight, Caroline. See you tomorrow.”

“Night.”

Caroline watched as Hailey unlocked her apartment and disappeared inside. The walk back to the hotel didn’t seem to take long at all. Caroline wondered in Emma was back yet from her walk. Seeing the empty bed she undressed and went to her bag and reached inside, pulling out a purple bullet vibrator. She laid down and spread her legs. She turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting and gently ran it between her thighs.

“Ohh fuck,” she moaned softly. “Yes, Hailey, just like that.”

In her mind’s eye she pictured Hailey’s head between her legs, her tongue gently sliding up and down her slit. Caroline moved the vibrator a little faster, eliciting a moan.

“Oh, Hailey.”

She turned the vibration higher. Waves of pleasure shot through her body. She moaned louder as her back arched slightly. Hailey had gotten her very worked up; she could already feel her climax coming on.

“Lick my clit,” Caroline said aloud.

She moved the vibrator up to her swollen clitoris. She nearly screamed as the toy touched her sensitive button. Her free hand clenched the bedsheet, and her back arched even more.

“Yes, Hailey, suck my fucking clit!” Caroline yelled. “Make me fucking cum!”

Caroline ran the toy around her clit. She would cum any moment know. She wanted to cum hard, to squirt her love juices all over the bed. But she also wanted the feeling of her building climax to remain. She moved the the bullet down her slit, the intense pulses sending chills through her entire body.

“Fuck, Hailey!” she whimpered, imagining the hot bartender sucking her labia.

She suddenly felt the climax coming. It hit out of nowhere, and nothing could stop it. She clenched the sheet harder, her knuckles turning white. Her back arched, and her eyes rolled back. She moved the toy to her throbbing clit. The orgasm hit her like a freight train.

“Oh, shit!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She felt herself squirting. She looked down to see her cum shooting out onto the bed. Her body jerked as her orgasm continued. She screamed Hailey’s name as she came, only quieting down as her orgasm died away. She lay there motionless for several minutes, exhausted but satisfied. Minutes later she dozed off, dreaming of her new friend.

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We entered the bathroom, removed our bath robes and dropped them on the chair in the corner. Becky leant over to put the plug in and turn on the side mounted mixer taps. The bath was ceramic and enormous and I watched my beautiful girlfriend as she poured in some bath foam.

As it was filling I remembered the strap-on and, putting my hand on her back, said, “Becky, I’ll just pop and get the toy. It will need cleaning again.”

She turned and I saw the mischievous smile on her face, and the beautifully arched eyebrow she raised. “Oh, so you think we might need it again, do you sweetie?”

I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. I would never tire of hugs with her, but naked hugs most of all were my favourite. Touching everywhere. We kissed and I said, “Oh god yes. I hope so.”

She pulled back and patted me affectionately on the bottom, a loving feeling rushed through me, “Off you go then. I need a pee.”

I went back into the bedroom and picked up the dildo and panty set. I took a moment and held it to my nose, savouring the scent of our lovemaking mixed with the lube. I smiled absently and walked back into the bathroom to find Becky just finishing on the toilet. She was reaching for the toilet tissue and in response I walked over and, without saying a word, placed the dildo in the sink and took the paper from her hands. She smiled as I knelt down and wiped between her legs. She was right. It wasn’t gross, it was loving.

I stood back up and she stood, flushed and turned, placing a little kiss on my lips.

“Thank you sweetie. You are completing me in ways I could never have imagined.”

I swelled with love and pride, looked deep into her beautiful eyes and said, “I have never felt this way about anyone. I am yours, heart and soul.”

We kissed again and she looked at the bath, which was now filled about half way, with bubbles from the bath foam making it appear almost full to the top. As she turned the water off she said, “Best we get in. Don’t want to waste all this lovely hot water.”

She stepped over and into the tub, and I followed suit. Facing each other and as if reflections of each other, we lowered ourselves into the water. It was deliciously warm and comforting. Becky leaned towards me and we ended up hugging and kissing, savouring the warmth.

Eventually Becky said, “Why don’t you turn round, sweetie? Rest against me between my legs.”

I loved the idea so I turned, pushed myself back and loved the feeling as her arms came around my waist. I could feel the press of her breasts in my back, and her hands resting just above my mound. She nuzzled my neck.

“Do you wear these earrings all the time, sweetie?”

For a moment I wondered what she was talking about and then realised I still had my hoop earrings in from Friday night.

I smiled, loving our closeness, “Well, not intentionally. I usually swap dress earrings for studs, but I don’t know, I seem to have had other things on my mind.”

She chuckled, saying, “And elsewhere,” and I felt the fingers of her right hand snake down through my bush and touch Chloe, who was loving the heat of the water, and the heat of me. Her other hand wandered up and she circled Pinky with her fingers. I sighed and leaned my head back as the combination of her kisses on my neck and her gentle touches filled me.

“Oh god, Becky. I love you. I want to touch you.”

“Shh, baby,” she said, “let Doctor Becky treat her sweetie.”

I closed my eyes and relaxed, feeling the warmth and pleasure gathering in me. As she circled my clit she started giving me a long kiss on my neck and pinched my nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.

I could feel the warmth from the water, her fingers and mouth. It was that many centres of pleasure feeling, and I was suddenly aware that I was going to cum.

It started deep inside me, a moan that became almost feral. A growl. I started shaking in Becky’s arms. I could feel myself pushing back into her. My thighs clamped together as I felt the wonderful rush go right through me. I was in a new place, floating, the feelings extending and slowly letting me gently back down to earth. I felt a small peck from Becky as I became aware once more.

I pushed myself forward and turned, kneeling between Becky’s legs, leaning toward her and placing my arms around her neck. I kissed her and adored, once again, the softness of her lips against mine.

I pulled back and saw the love in her eyes and, smiling, said, “Well, that was just what the Doctor ordered.”

I brought myself upright and started to run my hand down to her breasts. I was a little surprised when she put her hand over mine and said, “No sweetie. Not now. You don’t always need to give me an orgasm when you’ve had one. I want that to be a special gift.”

“But Becky, I want to. You give me so much, I just want to…”

She placed a foamy finger on my lips, “And I want you to as well, sweetie. But later. Let’s not let the bath get cold.”

I smiled, “Okay then. You better really let me treat you later, or I might have to sulk.”

She giggled, bursa otele gelen escort “Oh no! I can’t let my sweetie sulk. I promise, later. Right, let’s wash. I need to shave my pits and legs.”

Feeling under my arms I said, “Yeah, me too. Uh, I don’t have my razor. Can I borrow yours?”

Becky smiled, “Of course you can sweetie. Let me go and get it.”

I was still kneeling so I kissed her, stood up and said, “No, it’s fine, let me.”

Still smiling she said, “It’s in the cabinet above the sink. There’s foam in there too.”

I got out of the bath and dripped across to the cabinet and got her razor and the can of cream, which I noticed was for sensitive skin. Lucky for me, since I can get a rash from almost anything stronger than soap.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, ‘nice arse.'”

I giggled and wiggled it, “So glad you like it. It is, of course, all yours.”

I got back in the bath and handed her the razor.

“Want me to do you, sweetie?”

“What, shave my armpits? That could tickle.”

She smiled, “Well, you put the cream on, that’s the ticklish bit, then I’ll shave you.”

I thought about it and looked into those beautiful, smiling eyes and said, “Yes. I’d like that.”

I squirted some into my left hand and applied it to my right armpit, turning myself and raising my arm. Becky was very gentle, and I loved the intimacy of her shaving me. She got a facecloth and rinsed me off. We repeated it for my left armpit, then I did Becky’s. She also only had minor stubble, but it was such a wonderful thing to share.

Becky said, “Now, legs. Hop up on the ledge.”

I hopped up and sat on the wide back edge of the bath and Becky knelt in front of me. I was treated to my legs being shaved. I’m not overly hairy, so it was only a matter of minutes later that she said, “All done. Unless you want anything else…”

I looked at her, a little puzzled. As I have told you, dear reader, I was really quite naive. “Like?”

She raised an eyebrow, “Bikini line? You know, ‘pits ‘n’ bits,'” and she grinned at me.

Realisation struck me, “Oh! Well, I do that if I’m going to be wearing a bikini, but then I let it go through the winter. You think I should?”

She smiled, “No, sweetie, it’s up to you. I was just offering.”

I swallowed. I suddenly loved the idea of her shaving me in such an intimate place.

“Um… yes. I’d like that.”

She pushed my legs gently apart and, before doing anything spread my lips and placed a kiss on my clit.

“Love you Chloe,” she looked up at me, “love you too, sweetie.”

Her silliness relaxed me. I hadn’t realised I was nervous, but I had been.

“I love you. Always and in all ways.”

She squirted some cream out and spread it down the sides of my triangle, and down onto my outer lips. I shuddered with pleasure, the tingles from my previous orgasm still slightly evident. She then started carefully shaving in from the sides. My hair is fairly sparse, so it only took a few strokes of the blade to actually clear me. Becky also cleared the hair above my clit hood, which I had never done. She then used her fingers to push my lips to one side and shave inwards. She went all the way down and I watched, fascinated. When I usually did my bikini line I didn’t tend to bother with my lips because I never wore anything that was that brief.

Once she’d finished she used the face cloth to clear everything away. She then used her fingers to trace down the sides, checking for any remaining stubborn hairs, which sent another thrill through me. She obviously found a couple because she gently used the razor to clean up a few spots.

When she was done with that she looked up and said, “How does it feel sweetie?”

I used my fingers to feel down my bare skin and now exposed lips and clit. I loved the sensuous smoothness of it, and how I was now so much more exposed.

“I love it Becky.”

She smiled, “So, does Madam require anything else?”

I looked down at my now small triangle of hair and said, “It almost looks like a little heart. It’s lovely.”

“What a wonderful idea, would you like me to make it into a heart?”

I didn’t have to think, “Yes! I’d love that.”

She quickly got to work with the cream and razor, rounding the corners and putting a little ‘v’ shape in the top, finally rinsing me once again. I looked and saw a perfect red heart and felt amazingly happy and loved.

“Becky, I love it. It is another symbol of our love, always there. I want to do the same for you. I want us to have matching hearts.”

“Then make way for me sweetie and I will enjoy your touch and loving ministrations.”

I slid into the water and Becky sat up on the side. I shaved her legs, being oh so careful not to nick anywhere, and then started on her pussy. I was really nervous, but so wanted to do this. I put the cream around her and started the shaving process. Her hair was quite a bit thicker than mine, so it took longer, but this just meant I could spend more time examining her beautiful bursa eve gelen eskort folds, her gorgeous clit.

Because I knew I was going for a heart shape, I did it slightly differently, starting with the sides and then shaping the top. Finally I did both of her lips as she had mine, working from the outside in. Once I was finished I used the facecloth to wipe everything away and I then did a little detailing to get the shape just right.

I sat back to look at my handiwork, and was happy. I looked up at Becky, “I love it. Did I do okay?”

I watched as she explored her little heart and bare skin, and was thrilled to see her stroke her finger over her clit.

She stopped and smiled, “I love it too, sweetie. It is doubly special because you did it for me.”

I croaked, “Don’t stop.”

She raised an eyebrow and started stroking again, side to side. I sat, transfixed by this vision of my love, so close, doing something so private and intimate. I watched her clit grow under her touch. Her lips were puffy, making a cute heart shape of their own around her finger. I traced my fingers down her now bare outer lips, loving the smooth look and feel. I was absorbing everything, once again remembering, with my eyes and fingers, ever detail, every gorgeous fold.

I slid my fingers a little further down to that little bridge between her two entrances and stroked there, something that had worked for me in the past, and was rewarded with a little sigh, “Mmm. Yes. Perfect.”

Leaving one finger stroking there, I placed two fingers from my other hand at her entrance and, slowly pushed in to her soft wetness. My fingers slid in easily and I curled them up to find her little spot.

I stroked in and out, applying pressure and was delighted to see Becky speed up and tense.

“Oh god, Anna… yes! Fuck, yes!”

She started jerking and I felt her pussy walls clamping and unclamping on me as her orgasm rushed through her. Her thighs closing around me.

Her eyes closed, her breathing became rapid, I just looked at my perfect love. Kneeling in front of her like this felt a little like I was some acolyte to a goddess, and in many ways I was. Becky was my goddess.

As she came around and opened her eyes, I said, “You are my goddess and I am your one true believer.”

She placed her hands on either side of my head, under my hair, slid down into the bath and kissed me.

We held onto each other for ages, but finally Becky said, “I think we’re clean enough my High Priestess, and the water is getting a bit cool. Let’s get out.”

We both stood up and helped each other step out. Becky got a towel and started drying me. When she’d finished I dried her, savouring her beauty.

We put our bath robes back on, once again dressing each other and Becky picked up the dildo from the sink, “Better clean this, you never know…” and she started to go through the cleansing routine.

When she’d finished she said, “What do you want to do with the rest of the day sweetie? We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

The memories of the drama of the morning with Jackie, the conversation with Professor Henry, all came flooding back and I was suddenly nervous again.

“Oh god, Becky. I’d forgotten. Really. In the midst of everything I had completely forgotten.”

She held me, her hands running through my hair and said, “I know sweetie. So had I, sort of. It will be okay. I promise. Once tomorrow is over, we will both feel differently about it, but until then we will both be a little on edge. Let’s not bother with going to your place. You can carry on using my toothbrush and you have my bath robe. Let’s stay here and have a light supper and maybe some wine to calm us, and then have an early night. How does that sound?”

I warmed. “It sounds perfect. Completely perfect.”

We headed downstairs where I got some wine out and poured two glasses while Becky prepared a light salad. We sat out in the garden in the still warm early evening air.

I could hardly think straight. I was fretting about what the next day would bring. Once we’d finished eating, Becky, realising I was so tense, took my hands in hers and looked directly at me with those beautiful blue eyes. The butterflies in my stomach were replaced by the calming love I felt whenever I looked at her.

“It’s going to be okay sweetie. Really. We have our meeting with John first thing. Do you have any lectures tomorrow?”

I wracked my brains. I should know but I couldn’t think straight. “I… think so? Maybe one at ten and another at three. I think.”

I had a sudden realisation, which obviously caused my face to panic because Becky said, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I just realised. We have to go to college via my place. I have all my books and course work there.”

She smiled, “Don’t worry baby. We can do that. You can get the rest of your stuff and we’ll move you out properly. I’ve got some boxes we can take. How much is there?”

I panicked. “Oh, one box should do it, plus my overnight case. But… people like Gemma will bayan escort bursa be there. They’ll see us.”

“It’s your choice my love, but I think the best option is just to be open with anyone. It’s the day we come out, remember?”

The full reality was hitting home, but I knew she was right. I was just terrified of people’s reactions.

I took a deep breath and stared into those eyes once more and, again, was calmed. “Yes. Yes. Actually, now I think about it, it will just be good to stop worrying and fretting.”

She leaned forward and kissed me softly, lingering for a few seconds. She pulled back and said, “Let’s clear the table, put the dishwasher on and go to bed.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep, Becky. I’m nervous and excited all at once.”

“So am I sweetie. We must just try our best.”

We cleared the table and carried everything through to the kitchen and filled the dishwasher. Becky went to lock the French Windows and then led me up the stairs. We entered our bedroom and Becky opened my robe and let it drop to the floor. With slightly shaky hands I opened hers, revealing her delectable body once more. Seeing the little heart shape on her pubic mound made me smile, and I looked down at mine, remembering our earlier bath. Oddly, this whole ritual calmed me somewhat.

Smiling at what I was obviously looking at, Becky said, “See, even our pussies love each other now.”

I giggled a little, “I think they always have.”

Becky sat down on the bed and patted next to her. I sat down and we started kissing. The time for words gone, replaced by the time for peace and tranquility.

In a reflection of our very first time, our hands stroked down over each other and I delighted in feeling her now bare lips and smooth skin. We automatically opened our legs to each other and fell slowly back onto the bed. As I touched her she touched me, just stroking each other’s clits in time, I felt all my cares and worries evaporate and I was lost in the moment of being with my one, true love.

There was nothing rushed or hurried. We just stroked and kissed and slowly the build up began and, over several minutes started to reach a peak.

I felt my orgasm right on the edge, ready to fill me and just whispered, “I’m going to cum for you, Becky. I love you.”

That seemed to tip me over and I felt that delicious warmth in my lips, all around and inside. I closed my eyes, moaned loudly and as I did I was aware of Becky gripping me tightly with her free hand and she moaned with me.

We were trembling together once more. Linked in love.

We both slowly came back down to earth. I had that wonderful, post orgasmic, rested feeling. I opened my eyes once more to find Becky, her head rested on the palm of her hand, smiling at me. “I love you Anna. Totally love you.”

My tummy did little flops. My love for Becky was all consuming. “And I love you, Becky. All of me. You complete me.”

As if reading each other’s minds we wordlessly slipped up the bed and got ourselves under the duvet. Becky set the bedside alarm for six in the morning and we cuddled together. Hands stroking and exploring in an intimate and sensual way. We were both sated by the day’s emotional and physical exertions.

Surprisingly, we fell asleep and I was woken by the alarm going off. Somehow we had ended up in a spoon position, with me behind Becky, holding on to her. I felt surprisingly rested.

Becky reached a hand out and stopped the alarm while I placed a kiss on her neck.

She turned over and said, “Good morning my perfect lover. Ready for our big day?”

It was probably because I’d had so much sleep, and perhaps a little bit of adapting to the idea, that the thought was now more exciting than terrifying, although I still felt a little anxious.

“I’m about as ready as I will ever be,” I replied, “I just want to get it started.”

She smiled and kissed me, then said, “You are amazing. You didn’t say you wanted to get it over with, just that you want to get it started. One of the myriad of reasons I love you is that you bring so many positive thoughts into my life.”

I smiled lovingly into her eyes and kissed her once again.

When we broke Becky said, “Right. We’ve got a lot to do. Shower, dress, breakfast, get over to your place and then we’ve got to be in John’s office by eight.”

I hadn’t realised it was going to be so early, “What? Can we do that?”

“If I don’t give into my desire to seduce you, probably,” she said with a chuckle.

I pouted, “You mean I don’t get my Becky fix today?”

She kissed my nose, “Oh, you will. Just wait ’til I get you home this evening young lady.”

I giggled and thrilled. That would make the day one of longing and anticipation.

She pushed the covers down and patted my bottom lovingly. “Come on. Let’s go.”

We walked through to the bathroom and I had a pee while Becky brushed her teeth, then we swapped places and finally headed for the shower. We washed each other, including our hair, and finally dried each other.

In the bedroom we picked out sensible clothes for once, it was after all a college day. After picking out bras and knickers for each other we both went for skinny jeans and blouses, mine in cream, hers in a pastel blue. I loved the way Becky’s figure was outlined. We kissed often, but were both aware of our tight schedule. We fixed each other’s hair, touched up our makeup and headed downstairs.

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“I’ll be heading home in a few minutes dear, Samantha’s just finishing up a few things around here,” Darren Baxter told his wife.

“Honestly dear, I know Samantha is a very efficient secretary and always has your back, but she’s such a drudge,” His wife sighed. “You couldn’t manage to hire someone more attractive to man the front desk? She dresses like a 1960’s schoolteacher or a librarian.”

“Now dear,” He chided her. “You just said it yourself; I never have to worry about anything with Samantha around. I couldn’t run things around here without her and the customers love her – she knows all of our regulars by name and can place all of their orders in minutes,” Darren told her. “Baxter Fabrics wouldn’t be where it is today if it weren’t for Sammy, she’s a gem.”

“All right dear, you’re probably right, safe trip home,” She responded. “I won’t be here when you get home, it’s my Bridge night, remember? I’ve left you a chicken dinner, it’s in the fridge, all you need do is warm it up.”

“Thanks sweetheart, have a nice time,” Darren said as he hung up the phone. Samantha was doing a few last-minute things on the computer, checking inventory and updating files. He said good night and left for the day.

Samantha was just shutting down the computer and about to go home herself when the phone rang. “Baxter Fabrics,” She answered in her most courteous, professional manner.

“Has he gone home?”

A sweet smile crossed her face. If Darren’s wife had seen her now, she already looked less like a drudge. “Yes, he went home about 10 minutes ago,” She told the caller.

“He’s such a slave to routine, how do you stand it?” The caller asked Samantha.

“Now, now, if he wasn’t so precise, things wouldn’t have happened the way they did,” Samantha answered. “We both know he’s a lamb and he treats me like gold.”

“I’m on my way over,” The caller told Samantha. “”Will you stay and wait for me?”

Samantha chuckled. “We both know the answer to that one, don’t we?”

Samantha felt her spirits lift. Nights like these got her through the weeks, the dull routine, living at home with her parents under their ever-watchful eyes. She was 24 and ought to have been on her own, but rents were so expensive and she wanted to live in a nice, spacious apartment. Next year, she would have her own place and an entirely different Samantha would be revealed to the world. For now, the only thing that she could do was simply bide her time.

She waited at the office door and smiled brightly when Dominique walked in. Tall, regal, imperial and every bit as beautiful as the day she had been when they first met. She walked towards the 39-year old blonde and they kissed. It was far from the kiss of friends, it was the kiss of lovers who craved each other’s bodies, craved intimate human contact.

“I’ve missed you,” Dominique smiled as she removed her wide-brimmed hat. As always, her pale blue eyes danced with merriment.

“Silly, it hasn’t even been a week since we last saw each other,” Samantha smiled as she took off her horn-rimmed glasses. Already, she was taking on a different bursa otele gelen eskort look, one that was softer and more feminine.

“It’s been too long without feeling your touch, my sweet darling,” Dominique purred, stretching out on the large sofa in Darren Baxter’s private office. “One of the few things that make my life bearable is the time I spend with you.”

“Flatterer,” Samantha smiled as she sat down beside her lover. “I’m still so glad you approached me at that party and that you were bold enough to ask me.”

“I knew,” Dominique said, touching Samantha’s cheek. “I knew that under those dull clothes that you were hot and spicy, that you were a naughty girl hiding from the rest of the world. No one else could see it, but I could – it was in your eyes.” She kissed Samantha again and they melted easily into each other’s arms. Their lips parted and Dominique let out a breathy little sigh. “Will you please get out of those frumpy clothes, I want to see what you have on underneath.”

Dominique knew from time spent together that her lover would not disappoint. The exterior was to keep the wolves at bay and for the most part, it worked. Some men saw through the austere façade and they were gently rebuffed. No one suspected the truly kinky little slut that lured beneath the thin veneer of respectability. The same was true of Dominique, although she was flashy and married to a wealthy man, there were dark, perverse, hidden desires that she dared not voice. Not until Samantha entered her life.

Samantha’s plain, checkered skirt had already dropped to the floor and as Dominique knew she would be, the younger woman was wearing stockings held up by real garter belts. The 5’7″ blonde had lovely legs which she kept covered up most of the time in calf-length skirts or business suits. A few inches taller and Samantha could easily have modeled. “I don’t think I could have resisted the temptation of all those sexy women,” Sammy confessed to Dominique one warm, lazy afternoon in bed.

She let her hair down and the drab updo tumbled into streaked, sexy waves of gold and brown. Her eyes now looked at Dominique with undisguised hunger, daring her lover to give as good as she got.

Dominique was, as ever, up for the challenge. She got out of her designer dress, laughing as she tossed it nonchalantly to the floor. Her lingerie matched her dress, designer, high quality and slinky as all get-out. Black patterned stockings and stiletto heels polished to a gleaming shine completed the ensemble. She pushed the delectable secretary on to her back and got on top of her, two gorgeous pair of tits mashing together.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, my little dyke slut,” Dominique purred.

“Big talk and talk is cheap,” Samantha challenged her. “Let’s see you do it, actions speak louder than words.”

Dominique laughed, their play was part of the fun and it kept them both on their toes. Her lips crushed to Samantha’s in a seeking, needy kiss. The two women ground their bodies against one another, neither yielding an inch of ground as they bursa eve gelen escort bayan began their erotic dance.

“God, I can’t believe what a fucking tight body you hide underneath all those drab clothes,” Dominique panted. “There isn’t a spare inch on any part of you; you’re so toned and firm.” She nuzzled her lover’s neck as she ran her fingers through Samantha’s long, thick hair.

“I work out religiously and I often run to work,” Samantha panted, squeezing Dominique’s tits. “Seriously Dom, you know what my parents are like. If I wore the clothes I really wanted to wear, they would never let me out of the house. Besides, I do get to wear the best part, the naughty lingerie – and you like that, don’t you?”

Dominique bit her lover’s pink nipple playfully. “You know I do, you nasty bitch.”

Samantha giggled. “For the most part, the outside look keeps the men away and I know you don’t want them around.”

“Not a chance, my little whore,” Dominique snarled. “You’re mine, all mine.”

“Yes, oh God, yesss,” Samantha groaned as the older woman began raining kisses all down her sleek, slender body. The few sexual experiences she had had with other women prior to Dom were nothing in comparison. Dominique played her body like a fiddle and knew all the hot spots instinctively; she was an incredibly gifted lover and a giving one as well. The slender, sophisticated, high society blonde made every inch of Samantha come alive. Now as her fingers flew over the younger girl’s body, her pants became increasingly louder. She knew that her cunt was soaked with arousal and once Dominique got her panties off, the juices would flow in earnest. Thank God for the arrangement she had with the cute girl who cleaned the office or it would have reeked with the funk of sex the next morning. Having a little Friday fun with nummy little Kitty was more than a fair price to pay for the evenings of decadence she could spend whoring it up with Dominique.

“God, I can smell you already, you whore, you’re dripping for me, you want it bad, don’t you?” Dominique panted, still lost in the game.

“Fuck yes, you know I do, do it baby,” Samantha cried out in a throaty purr few would recognize. “Eat me, eat my fucking cunt.”

That was a command from her lover that Dominique was only too eager to comply with. She slid the sexy panties off smooth, supple legs and kissed her way back up, grazing her girlfriend’s thighs with her tongue. Samantha exhaled softly and gasped the instant that Dom’s tongue slid on to the open groove of her pussy. Wordlessly, the older blonde began to lick her softly, teasing her in the way that was a prelude to much stronger, more intimate passions.

“Oh fuck Dom, you get better each time,” Samantha groaned as her lover’s tongue lapped ardently at her slit.

“You inspire me, darling,” Dominique smiled as she momentarily lifted her head from between Sammy’s slender thighs. “You are the fuckiest girl I know.”

“I like that word,” Samantha giggled. “Fucky.”

“They coined it just for you,” Dominique bayan eskort bursa chuckled. “Now stop distracting me and let me get back to work.

“Yes ma’am,” Samantha laughed. The laughter vanished again when her lover reminded her why these nights were the highlight of her existence. Soft, seeking, knowing, Dom’s tongue made love to her pussy like it was a sought-after prize. Her honey flowed in rivers and Dominique sought out as much as she could capture.

One did not experience a loving that passionate from Dom and not give back in kind. Once she had cum and her shrieks echoed throughout the office, Samantha regained her strength and turned her full attentions to her older girlfriend. Her mouth clamped to Dom’s and she tasted her own sweetness at first before undressing the woman and loving the feeling of the exquisite silk under her fingertips. Only Dominique’s own skin was softer than the lingerie she purchased and that’s what spurred Samantha on. She wanted to feel that exquisite flesh under her fingers and dancing on her tongue.

“Do it whore, eat me slut, come on bitch, lick my fuckin’ cunt,” Dominique begged. Samantha knew that being filthy was one of her lover’s turn-ons, most time she had to act as the proper society wife, a role she truly detested. “My father was a mechanic for the transit company,” She told Sammy one time. “I hate putting on airs, but the money’s nice to have.”

“Ohhh yeahhh baby, that’s it, Sammy, you hit just the right spot, more of that baby,” Dom groaned as her lover licked and fingered her slimy cunt. She loved how eager to please Sammy was, she never, ever would have considered leaving Dominique unsatisfied. It would have been unthinkable to the younger girl; sex was a reciprocal thing for her. The hands were working on her body as well; she could manipulate Dominique’s still-toned body better than anyone alive. Dominique’s body arched up and she came, glimmering waves of orgasm that flowed through her entire body and assailed her senses.

“Damn,” She panted as she came down. “It never gets old between us, does it Sammy?”

Samantha shook her head. “It never will. I know I’m up for more, how about you?”

“Of course.”

The next course on their menu of sex was a wonderful sixty-nine that went on for a good while. Dom was a bit taller than her playmate, but only a bit and they fit together so well, their bodies molded into an erotic jumble. Tongues languidly sipped from hot flesh until both women were satisfied. They would have continued, but the hour was late. They cleaned up as best they could and left the office, passing Kitty in the hall. She winked at Samantha as she passed by and Samantha knew that she’d be having a fun Friday as well.

The following morning, Samantha was just processing some orders when Darren’s wife walked in. She smiled at her and buzzed Darren that his wife was here to go to lunch. He came out to greet her, giving her a big hug.

As they walked out the door, she sighed again. “I do agree darling, she’s a lovely girl, but her wardrobe is just so frumpy. Can’t you get her to add a dash of color to her clothes?”

“Now Dominique, don’t start on that again. She dresses professionally and she works hard, that’s all that matters,” Darren told his beautiful spouse.

She turned around and winked at Samantha who mouthed the word “Wednesday”. They both had eager smiles on their faces as they dreamed of the next time they would be in each other’s loving arms.

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