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“Babe, no please don’t go! You know that you mean everything to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I need you.” Kelly’s tears started to flow almost as heavy as mine.

Well guys that was the last thing Kelly said to me before I stormed out of her house last week. Lost? Let me explain.

Kelly and I became very serious about 3 weeks after we first properly met, and I had her in my bed. We didn’t put any label on our relationship or anything, but I knew she was mine, and she knew I was hers. That’s all that mattered.

Here we are now, 5 months into our relationship together, it’s the beginning of April. Kelly has really made herself at home with me and my family. My parents treat her like another daughter, and my little sister adores her. I came out to my parents when I was 16. I told them that I was bisexual, and at first they were iffy about it, but over the past 2 years they became extremely comfortable. It was just as if I had a boyfriend, they just wanted me to be happy.

But back to the little pow wow with Kelly’s bullshit lies. Last Monday Kelly stayed home from school, and of course I had to check up on her, so after school I went to her house. I rang the doorbell to her beautiful almost mansion and she came to the door as peppy as ever.

“Hey babe!” she exclaimed.

“Umm hey?” I thought she was sick.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well nothing, I thought you were sick or something so I came to see you.”

“Nope, I’m not” she assured me. “Just didn’t feel like being productive today that’s all!”

“Bad girl” I smiled and pulled her in for a kiss.

It’s like we can never kiss without it turning into something. Being that Kelly was taller than me, and stronger, she lifted me by my thighs to bring me closer to her face. I was then basically sitting in her hands while she was standing infront of the door, it still wide open. She dropped me and separated from my face.

“Uhhh” I groaned, I was ready to do sex.

“Wait somebody might see us” she chuckled and closed her front door then made her way back to me. “God, you’re so damn sexy.” she met my lips again.

All I could do was groan on her soft pink lips. I then slid my tongue into her mouth, and her tongue played with mine. I sucked on it, it was soft yet strong. Kelly began to moan, then she cupped my boobs with each hand over my shirt.

“No bra?” she asked, breaking the kiss. “Your nips are so hard babe… fucking sexy.” she continued.

Kelly began swirling her fingers around my erect nipples until I pushed her away and ripped my shirt off. She basically attacked me, pushing me up against the door, kissing. First she cupped my tits again then kissed me with the hardest passion. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth and on my lips. She left my mouth and licked down to my waiting tits while pushing my hands against the door above my head. She continued on, licking all around my chest and nipples, and finally a bite. The bite caused a silent scream from me, then I said,

“Fuck me, fuck me already damn.”

Kells chuckled, let go of my hands, and used hers to push my pencil skirt down my legs. I stepped out of it and kicked it away. To both of our luck, I had no panties on either. She looked deep in my eyes and started making out with me again. Her left hand was pushed on the door behind me and her right hand made it’s way to my vagina. I gasped at the first touch, but kissed her harder. She started massaging my pussy lips, feeling that they were wet, and I felt her smile. She left my mouth, trailing kisses down my neck, chest, stomach, and finally a kiss to my mound.

“Go… do it” I urged, rubbing my fingers through her beautiful ginger hair that felt cold.

Kelly was then on her knees. She pushed my right leg up so she could get the right position. I felt a continuous lick from my mound to my ass. Now my front was facing the door. I spread my hands and laid them flat against the door sticking my ass out, ready.

She slapped my asscheek extremely hard, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure.

“Ready baby girl?” she asked.

“Mmmmm” was all I could say while biting my bottom lip.

“Poke it out” she slapped again “Further” oh her commands.

I did as I was told. Her hands spread my cheeks and I then felt her warm breath inside me. Followed by a tongue. Kelly started off rimming my asshole,

“Ooooo” I moaned and bit my lip again “Ooooo damn.” I whispered, made a fist, and pounded the door lightly.

Her hands pushed each cheek up and she licked faster. I swayed my hips from side to side and felt her keep with it. I put my left arm on the door and rested my forehead on it. My right hand made it’s way down, cupping my tits, gliding down my stomach, then to my pussy. I’m such an impatient person, I needed release. First I just grabbed it, then slid a finger down my slit and back, then slid it in. My finger seemed to have a mind of it’s own and found it’s way to my clit. Swirls and rubs around the little ball. It then made it’s way to finding bursa evi olan escort my hole. Circled motion fingering and in I went. One finger, two, then finally three, pounding and fucking myself. I began moaning my ‘oos ahhs and unhhs’. My ass pushed back into Kelly’s face and her tongue stuck into my hole.

“Unhh babe… I’m close” I slapped the door “Tongue fuck me baby” and pushed my ass some more.

I felt her tongue move inside me, and she then moaned. The vibrations of her voice made me peak.

“Fuckkkk I’m cumming baby” I screamed “Fuckk yeah, oh hell yeah Kelly” I managed to get out as I climaxed. I fucked faster and Kells licked faster.

I came all over my hand, and she pulled her tongue out. My legs trembled but I still stood. Kelly made her beautiful face up the back of my head as she stood. She turned me around and licked my lips. I kissed her, smiled, put one arm around her waist, pulled my other hand up and forced it to her mouth. She licked it gracefully, looking at me seductively. I kissed her neck as she licked my hand clean.

“Oh we’re not done here, plenty more we have to take care of.” Kelly said as she grabbed my hand with one if hers, and my clothes with her other. We went upstairs to her room and continued our love/fucking.

By the time we finished it was around 6pm. We both laid there under her sheets naked and talking, not realizing her dad would be home very soon. She pulled me into her body and started caressing me.

“Not again” I giggled. “Stop.. stop Kelly… Kell… Kel unh” she got me, kissing and sucking on my neck. The covers were pulled above our heads until we heard a deep voice.

“Kelly!”

We both peered out of the cover shocked. It was her dad standing at her door with an angry look on his face.

“Kelly Ann what the hell are you two doing. You should be…. Bridget? Bridget is that you?” he said confused.

“Yeah uhh hi Mr. Goldenburg” It was so awkward.

“Daddy I can explain” Kelly tried coming up with something.

“What’s there to explain huh? My daughter is a lesbian? Is that what you wanna tell me Kelly!?” he shouted.

“What does he mean Kells? I thought you said you told him already, like 3 months ago.” I was getting impatient. “Kelly!” I screamed while letting my tears freefall.

She looked at both me and her dad with tears in her eyes. I didn’t care that she was going to cry, she lied to me. I also didn’t care about the fact that I was still naked, because I jumped out of the bed with her dad still standing there. I grabbed my clothes trying to put them on in a hurry, just enough to get me to my car without being naked. Kelly jumped out of the bed trying to do the same as me, and when I saw what she was doing I pushed by her dad, told her she was “such a bitch” and ran down the stairs. She quickly came after me and said,

“Babe, no please don’t go! You know that you mean everything to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I need you.”

As I stated before. I looked back at her and saw she was crying too, but I just did not care, I saw red. I was wiping my tears away so that I could drive away as soon as I got in my car. I did exactly that.

Kelly would not stop calling me that night. She called me, tweeted me, wrote on my wall and inboxed me on facebook, anything she could do to contact me. I ignored all of them. It was a sleepless night.

*******

Tuesday morning I dreaded going to home room. When I walked in a couple of seconds before the bell, I saw her at my seat. Her eyes met mine and I rolled them. I absolutely was not going to sit with her, so I went to sit by Mandy. At first Mandy was just Kelly’s friend, but over the months we had became close friends too. I could feel Kelly’s eyes burning a hole in my back, so I decided to give her a show.

“Hey Mandy, hey Jess!” I exclaimed while placing my hand on Mandy’s shoulder and bending over to give her a kiss on the cheek. Jess was a girl that sat at the table with Mandy, we weren’t close friends, so I just kind of rubbed her shoulder.

“Hey you sexy thing you” Mandy said.

“Stop” I said shyly and blushed.

“No really, you look amazing today.” Jess nodded in agreement. “Why are we dressed up huh?”

“Oh this old thing?” I was such a bullshitter.

I had on the tightest dress I could find in my closet. It wasn’t slutty if that’s what you’re thinking. It was pink with a flower design on it, came to about 3 inches above my knees, and was long sleeved (like Kelly’s when we first met). My long brown hair was slicked up into a Kim Kardashian looking ponytail, i had a diamond stud in each ear, and gladiators on my feet. I never really explained my body did I?

I know I told you I’m 5’1 and have long brown hair. Well my eyes are green, by boobs aren’t big, 32B, but they looked big compared to my body sometimes, my stomach is flat, when I flex you can see a 2 pack, my ass is big as I’ve been told, and Kelly always tells me I have barbie legs. Oh yeah, altıparmak escort I have my belly button and my back dimples pierced. Kelly loved playing with those. But enough about my looks.

“Just felt like dressing for the season!” I continued.

“Wait, why are you sitting here?” Jess asked.

“Huh?” I said.

They both nodded their heads toward Kelly.

I said ‘oh whatever, she’s a fucking bitch’ and continued to another topic. They looked really surprised but continued with me. The whole time Kelly stayed in my seat and gave me my space. When the bell rang, I tried to scurry out of the classroom. I said bye to Jess and Mandy, gave Mandy a hug, then started quickly down the hall so that I avoided Kelly.

I heard footsteps running up behind me, but I didn’t turn around.

“Bridge… Bridget!” she practically yelled and grabbed my arm.

I pulled away and kept walking. She did the same as before and said,

“Will you just listen to me!?”

I threw my bag down, turned to her and said choking up,

“Talk!” tears started. “Tell me about how the past 5 months were a lie, about how much you lied to me, to your dad, go ahead.”

She tried to wipe my tears, but I just pulled back and demanded her to talk.

“Babe… Bridget I love you and I’m sorry” I rolled my eyes. “The past 5 months have been heaven for me. You just have to understand and trust me when I tell you that it’s not easy to tell your over protective-thinks he knows what’s best-father that you’re into girls. I’ve tried so many times, but since my mom died he doesn’t really pay attention to what I’m saying. Believe me please, trust me.”

“How can I trust you Kelly? Huh? You’ve been lying to me for the past 3 months. I don’t even care that you couldn’t tell your father, I care that you lied to me about it.”

“I know babe and that’s why I’m trying to make things better. I don’t know why I didn’t just tell you in the first place, you were just so excited and I wanted to do anything to keep that smile on your face. I never wanted to hurt you Bridge, I love you. And I told him everything last night. I risked him kicking me out and losing his love all for you. I need you babe..” She was crying now.

The bell had rang already, and we were both late to our next class. Standing in the middle of the hallway together talking and crying.

I looked deep into her hurt brown eyes, and I knew she needed me then more than ever. I took her face into my hands, wiping her tears with my thumbs, got on my tippy toes and kissed her forehead. It took me a good minute to speak, but I said,

“I believe you and I love you too babe. Just don’t ever, ever lie to me EVER again.”

“I won’t, bible.” she sorta whispered.

I hugged her around her neck and barried my face in it while she hugged me around my waist. Me still on my toes while we were hugging, I moved my head and ever so gently kissed her lips then put my head back to her neck.

I couldn’t tell you how long our hug was, but it was amazing. I never felt closer to her than at that moment. She truly was the light of my life.

****************

Friday rolled around and Kelly told me to wait at her locker at the end of the day. Yeah we have 9th period together, but she had to stay about 10 minutes after to ask questions and shit. That ten minutes seemed like forever since I was standing in a deserted hallway on a Friday afternoon like a loner. I put on my headphones, turned on my favorite Skrillex song (Kyoto), and started rocking out. I closed my eyes and got lost in it, and sung out,

“Yo Skrill drop it hard!” I was dancing around like a fool, but I didn’t care.

When I turned I opened my eyes and saw Kelly leaned up against the lockers just watching me.

I quickly pulled the headphones off and grinned shyly.

“Having fun?” Kelly smiled.

“Haha yep!” I answered.

“You’re so cute Bridge” I blushed. “But today, right now, we’re going to talk to my dad.”

“Nooo, but why do…” she cut me off.

“No questions, we’re going. He always knew you as my bestfriend, now we’re ganna go hand in hand to him and set everything straight and he will have to accept it.” she took charge.

“Uhh whatevs Kelly. But if he doesn’t like me, I don’t know what more I can do.” I said nervously.

“Baby he already knows you, and he likes you, plus I told him that I’m a lesbian and you’re my girlfriend. It’s okay.” she tried to sooth me with a kiss. “Ready?” she asked calmly.

I nodded. She held my hand and we walked to her car.

“I’ll just drive there behind you, kay?” my voice shaky.

She nodded, gave me a kiss on my cheek and got in her car. I went to mine and we drove off.

As we pulled up to Kelly’s house I saw her dads car parked. ‘Oh God’ I thought. I got out of my car and just stood there. Kells basically dragged me to the door. That was the first time I saw Mr. Goldenburg since our little incident in the bedroom.

“Hey pop” Kelly said and gave gemlik escort him a kiss.

“Hey sweetie. Bridget, hello how have you been?” Mr. G said.

“Uhh good thanks.” I didn’t bother asking back.

We both sat down across the kitchen island from him.

He stared at us for a bit then said,

“So you girls are really…” he didn’t know what to call it so he brung his hands together. He sort of chuckled and so did Kelly.

“Yeah Mr. G I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. I mean like I already thought you knew, but I’m so so sorry!” the words rammed out of my mouth.

“Hahaha calm down Bridget. It’s fine, really. At first I was completely turned off to the idea, but if my little girl is happy, I’m ecstatic!”

He was so cool about it. I thought the convo would be totally different that day. We all went on talking, laughing, and getting used to the situation at hand.

“Babe you wanna stay tonight?”

I looked at her then at her dad then back at her.

“If it’s okay with your dad” I said innocently.

“Of course you can, you practically live here Bridge!” Mr. G said.

Well I was always at Kelly’s house and vise versa.

“Okay… okay yeah!”

Kelly jumped up, my hand in hers, “Thanks pop!” and kissed him again. I did the same without even realizing that I just called my girlfriends father ‘pop’, and we ran up the steps to her room.

“No repeats of Monday!” Pop yelled.

“We won’t!” we yelled back in harmony.

We lied.

Kelly pushed me on her bed and straddled me.

I hit her with a pillow. “No we can’t!” I yell/whispered.

“Whatever, come on, you know you wanna” she seductively said.

I shook my head no but was smiling which was inviting her in. I was smitten with the kid. She pinned my hands down and started kissing me. First my lips then she made her way down to my neck. She knew that my neck was my weak spot. She kissed and licked all around then focused on sucking one spot under my ear. The best spot. She sucked and she sucked hard. That turned me on so much and she made her mark, a hickie. She continued kissing her way down my neck and across my collar bone slowly.

“Please” I moaned.

“Please what?”

I was silent.

“Please what babe? Tell me what you want” she commanded.

“Uhh God, play with my nipples, my clit, just fuck me already.” I groaned impatiently.

“As you wish” she smiled.

Kelly lifted my shirt off and I unhooked my bra. She grabbed my tits so fast and said that she missed them. It’s only been since monday. She fondled with them then left them and pulled my leggings and thong off at the same time.

She got off of me and stripped herself then bent under her bed and pulled out a box. I rolled over and read what it said,

“Magic Fantasies” Ooooo I thought.

Kelly pulled out the surprise of my life. A baby blue (my favorite color) 9 inch strap on. She saw my eyes get big and couldn’t help but laugh.

“I see you’re already wet, but we don’t have any lube.” She put it on her hips.

“I’ll fix that” I said devilishly.

She joined me on the bed on her knees and I got to it. I started with slow licks and sucks on it. Then she shoved it in mouth.

“Deep throat it bitch, suck my fucking cock.” she said.

She started humping my face then pulled away. The fake cock glistening with my saliva.

“Do it… fuck me.. now.” I said.

“Turn around.”

I did as I was told and she rimmed my asshole with her finger. She rubbed up and down my slit making me wetter then I felt the tip of the strap on in my hole.

“Ooo” I lightly moaned.

She slid the cock in more then out then in and out. Pounding harder and harder my body swayed with each thrust.

“You like that? You like when I fuck your asshole with my cock you little slut?”

I could only shake my head and bite my lip.

She thrusted harder, but slower and I threw my ass back to meet each pound.

“Ooooo babe… baby… yeah fuck me hard babe.. Ahhh!” I practically cried.

I heard her giggle, then I heard the door creek open. ‘Not again’ I thought. Kelly jumped from behind me and I looked back then sat on the bed next to her. We tried to grab the cover to pull over us quickly.

“Whoa there, bad time?”

It was Mandy. She chuckled and walked to sit in the chair close to the bed.

We were both speechless.

“Um Mandy… umm we were…” I tried to say something.

“I could see what you were doing, it was hot. Kelly I’ve seen your body before, but Bridget, damn, I knew you were hot, but… damn.” Mandy said.

“Hey!” Kelly yelled. “Don’t call her hot, you know she’s mine!!” She threw a pillow at Mandy, actually mad.

“Ok ok I know! But goodness. You both are fucking sexy.”

Kelly and I blushed. I looked at Kelly and she sort of nodded giving me the ok. I patted the bed and said,

“Wanna join? You’re not too bad lookin yourself.”

Kelly took off the strap on then we both got off the bed going to Mandy. She looked kinda scared and shy so I bent down and kissed her on her cheek gently. Then whispered ‘it’s ok’. Kelly pushed Mandy’s blonde hair back and kissed her other cheek. She had a sundress on so I started rubbing up her thigh. She flinched at my touch but she smiled.

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You don’t remember if you even had a choice. You do remember hitting Main Street on the first weekend of Bike Week, out with the girls from work. You do remember drinking a shitload of Margaritas and arguing with Kerri Ann about the number of bikers in Daytona this year. You don’t recall when she imposed herself in your group or when she began to take your side, but she agreed that bike week was more spread out but also more watered down than years before. What gets you are those piercing green eyes that hold your attention even while the conversation shifts to other people and things. At one point, you notice her licking her lips as if she were the cat, you the canary, and a shiver courses through you.

It is when she too quickly comes to your rescue, that you know you should tell this stranger no thanks, but you’ve had a bit to drink and she seems to be a friend of Kerri Ann’s at least she’s in your group. And Kerri Ann is at her yelling point and wanting to hang around and you want to go home and get something taken care of. The drinks, the close proximity, and you’ve become revved up, somehow, probably the biker bar, the excitement or it could be the breathe in your ear when she whispers hoarsely that her bike is just outside and what fun it would be, the voice cascading like a waterfall. And once more you are within those eyes as they instruct you to follow.

You follow behind taking in the woman’s dimensions as you go. She looks like real biker stock: street boots with hanging chain, leather chaps which accentuate her blue jeans torn so the very tip of her right buttcheek could be seen, leather vest with rawhide laces that barely conceal how well endowed she is, a leather coat genuine, a leather and stud cap she has just swept on her head along with the fuck-me reflector shades. You are not sure if it is the overpowering scent of her leather-encased body or that the five-inch heels give her a towering presence, but you follow two steps behind outside onto the sidewalk.

You think you hear Kerri Ann’s voice, “You’re not leaving with Alice are ya, not Malice Alice.” And you hear a snort that could be laughter but are not sure, but you hear a cheer ahead as you light out of the building and are not sure if it has anything to do with you or the stranger. She turns to look once more at you, that permanent smirk emerging from the mane of auburn hair that makes you feel she knows what is good for you. You ask her if she’s wearing all leather and she says even in the places you can’t see, honey and you blush as you think briefly of those places. But she takes your hand and smiles, a real smile like she means it and you smile back as she brings you to the bike parked at the curb.

It is a beautiful Harley, 750 cc with the old style grilling. It is a long bike and the interesting feature is that it has two distinctive seat wells and saddles. The one in front is plush and luxurious leather, while the back seat resembles a slice of rawhide on a metal plate. You realize now that your adventure begins that you are not dressed properly at all and try to beg your way out of the ride, but she just nods knowingly. She pushes you against a light pole and deftly rearranges your smart business suit: a button on the coat, two on the skirt, three buttons on the blouse, a little exposure and it makes you feel a little desirable, “Here this will make you look more presentable to the crowd,” she says as she grabs your shirt out of your skirt and ties it in the back, begins to move your collar down your shoulders keeping the coat on. You feel confused as your arms are encased in the suit and you wished you had worn a sexier bra to flaunt your titties that (you smile) are at least as large as hers.

She stares down at you now with a hungry look, but breaks into a sweet smile as she takes in the new bursa escort bayan you and leads you over to her bike. You are still not sure how you are going to ride on that thing, but the sun is setting and it will be dark soon so you hike up your skirt (to the amusement of the crowd) and straddle the thing. The stranger comes and fixes your skirt on the back seat, but it is not a comfortable thing to ride on. For one thing you cannot completely relax your thighs unless you were to do a split practically. The tension on your thighs combined with the sharp edges of the seat digging in give you the impression that it will be a long five mile ride after all.

She kicks the bike into action and you are shocked by yours. The vibration of the seat massages your inner thighs the pain of constriction is going. You have yet to settle in when she whips the bike into the street jerking you off-balance and back on your haunches. You hear from the crowd, “Hey Alice, you gonna be sharin some a dat?” You move slowly down the street, the vibration between your legs is beginning to cover your entire region and combined with the margaritas, your inhibitions relax with them. There are catcalls from the crowd, take it off, and feeling partly embarrassed partly desirable you try to pull the silk shirt out and can’t but it doesn’t matter because the effort gets you a round of applause.

“Whatever you do on this bike,” she turns like a giraffe to speak in my ear, “is your deal. You got it, I won’t bail you out, so leave the shirt where it is.” You nod then lean into her, your arms around her. You smell the combination of leather, her perfume and something else you can’t place, your nipples are like pencil erasers and you blush as you point them at the crowd. But there is something else more important happening to you. Because of the vibration, your thighs have inch by inch opened enough so that now you can feel one of your pussy lips barely scrape a knob of some kind like a saddle horn but not as pronounced, but surely as effective.

You’ve never felt so horny in your life, never felt so alive, never felt so out of control before with this powerful leather lady horsepower between her legs, the scent of sweat and leather. The sun finally setting she makes her way back up the street. But you live in seconds of anticipation as your thighs give way one more inch, one more lip barely scraping the horn. Your entire being fixated upon minute movements, you are no longer interested in flashing titties or waving to the crowd, all your attention is on those final two inches. Sweat begins dripping from your body and you’re not sure but you believe that it is you that’s groaning. You begin to grab for handfuls of her jacket then reach around and grab a handful of tit. She turns back to look at you and you can see your own face mirrored in her glasses, the look of dire need (three months since a boyfriend) almost animalistic, while she portrays no eyes just that smirk.

You realize that you are passing the original bar that you started, notice the same crowd of women, you see Kerri Ann sitting at her table inside. Then like a rattlesnake she is upon you, both arms over your shoulders she plunges your clitoris onto the horn and her tongue down your throat catching the screaming orgasm as all those moments of build-up come crashing upon you in that final second. As you hear the applause cascading from the curb, you shudder as a wave of humiliation washes over you due to your public display. You know that those dykes were cheering for her, that you are just a toy, a toy to be used, by her and at that thought a little squirt seeps out of your pussy onto the seat below.

She loves it, lives for the look, that look of recognition, then the humiliation then the recognition and she creams görükle escort every time she sees the look, especially the humiliation. She holds your cheek in her one hand her smile like that of a crocodile. “Don’t worry, my little slut,” another shudder, “that’s just the first of many. Main Street is a very long street.” Then she laughs and you know you must get off this thing, but your legs are too weary from doing this split, from just cumming, from tension that you must just ride it out.

Now that your clit has found the horn it is impossible to get off it, your arms still hung up in your coat give you no relief, your legs not strong enough to lift, your skirt has risen up and floats upward showing your panties to the crowd, your breasts are still in the bra but have shaken a bit loose after the first orgasm. And now another one is coming stronger than the first, you lean forward immersing yourself into the scent of leather, and sweat and now a scent you do recognize. You clutch onto her as the second one hits you gritting your teeth against the onslaught. By moving forward you have laid your little man flat on the rawhide riding out the bump and vibration spewing juices like you have never done before.

Hell, just four hours ago, you were a sweet young girl who worked in an office somewhere in Daytona and now just another slut grinding away in public, in front of people you might know, the humiliation sends another jet of lubricant soaking your dirty panties and as that jet comes down you find yourself humping the seat like a bitch in heat your arms now torn from the silk to cling to the woman taking you on the hell ride. Who shudders to herself whether from pleasure or just an evil chuckle is hard to tell.

Now you have made your way to the bridge and are stuck on the skyway. She humps the bike along, as you hump away yourself grinding your cunt into the rawhide, your clitoris pulsating. She raises your head to direct you towards the smiling, some laughing faces of the bikers alongside, some pointing as the humiliation seizes you once more sending more juice dribbling into your panties. Then the bottleneck through, she jerks the bike forward and an electric shock jolts through your pussy, past your nipples to your back teeth, even your anus winks involuntarily. And as the vibrations increase on 92 you find you match the wail of the engine with one of your own as, once again, you flood the seat.

You are on the open road, but nothing matters anymore except that steady hum of the vibrations continuing forever. You are well past your own apartment complex, but have no sense of direction. Your only concern is to straddle that hellish seat and hang on to this woman for dear life as she guns the motor once again. Then you realize you are crying whether from the past ordeal or because of the intensity of the orgasms you can no longer tell and really they merge as one as you travel forward. Your face gathers in the folds of the leather sniffing in the intoxicating aromas as you weep your way to another gut wrenching orgasm.

Finally, the woman slows the bike down and takes a turn onto a lonely dirt road. Your sigh of relief is now drastically contorted as the dirt road transforms the bike into a bucking bronco, each rib and pothole bouncing you up and back upon the seat mashing your lips against the rawhide. You can feel your pussy lips begin to swell from the pounding, your clit must look like raw meat, the pain even shoots to your anus. After a particularly hard patch, your tears return but this time they are tears of pain. Blindly you attempt to crawl up the back of this woman to avoid the pain, ripping the silk shirt in the process. “Enjoying yourself, my little slut,” the juice again, “How many cums does that make now?” You try to answer but are cut bursa escort bayan off as you lose your breath once more over a tortuous depression. “Don’t worry, only a little ways farther, “she purrs, “and then we can get to know each other a little bit better.”

Mercifully, she pulls into a driveway and shuts down the beast between your legs. You try to roll off the bike but she is there holding you up by your shirt ravenously licking the tears from your face, intensely lapping your face like a dog and a thought comes to you from somewhere marking you as her bitch. Then she begins kissing all around your neck, she grabs your hand and forces it between her legs, “See how wet you’ve made me, my little slut.” And proceeds to kiss you forcefully sticking her tongue down your throat, while all you can do is whimper pitifully.

Finally you are able to break her grasp. You plead with her to stop, that you didn’t want this that you don’t want it, to please take you home and with a disgusted look on her face she lets go of the shirt and you tumble into the dirt. Because of your ordeal you just lay on your back, your legs obscenely open, crying for some reason the look on her face hurts. Then towering over you she begins laughing, a cruel laughter, “That’s it I have your new name. The way you’re lying there I guess we’ll just have to call you froggy.”

She leaps off the bike and stands between your legs, the toe of her boot touching your opening. You try to close your legs but the muscles just won’t allow it and you find yourself humping the hard leather. “Well,” she seems amused now, “it appears your nasty cunt is giving you away, humping my shoe like a bitch in heat.” She leans forward placing her knee on your chest, her mouth next to your ear, her entire boot now jammed in the folds of your lips. “My god,” she licks your ear while you hump the shoe, trying to muffle your tears as your body betrays you, “you are the nastiest little slut.”

And with a groan you squirt all over the boot. She seems surprised at first then moving back she looks at her boot and grins, “I guess I’ll call you froggy whenever I want something, but if I want you to cum for me, then I’ll just use slut.” You groan again but fight back on the embarrassing ejaculation. “There are just a few problems, tho, froggy, you only cum when I tell you to cum and I didn’t tell you,” she stands fully up as you lay there helplessly open and obscene. “It’s time to begin to learn discipline.” She rears back and kicks you right in the groin, your breath stopped, you try to rise but fall back. “Get over here and lick this shit off my boot, she kicks again and you scramble to get out of the way as the toe hits your inner thigh. She grabs a handful of hair and thrusts your face into the laces of the boot.

“Lick it up, lick your slime off you fucking bitch,” she holds your face down, but you won’t open your mouth, “Come on froggy lets see if you have a froggy tongue, start lapping your nasty cunt juice off of my beautiful boots. “Come on cunt I said lick,” she jams your face harder against the laces. “Come on do it for me, you little slut, She sees some pink, “oh, so that’s the way it is. Lick it up, slut, that’s it you pathetic little slut.” You notice to your horror that every time she calls you slut your tongue darts out and she begins laughing and chanting ‘slut’ to the rhythm of your tongue as it licks up your vile secretions mixed with the tears that begin once again.

You feel the grip of her fist in your hair as she lifts you to your hands and knees. You try to rise but the pressure in your hair tells you to remain in position, “That’s it, froggy, you’re my little bitch now.” She leads, using your hair like a leash, you up the three cement steps. You must look a mess by now: your face streaked with mascara, silk shirt torn, skirt ridden up your ass exposing your dripping panties, walking on all fours; defeated. She opens the door and throws you inside, the pain from your hair roots excruciating. “Froggy position” and the tears again as you lie on your back and spread your legs exposing your pussy for her pleasure.

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I stared lazily out the fogging window of his little red car, curling into my seat as my head started to lull to the side, my eyes lazy and half lidded. I passed him the piece, feeling guilty for taking so many hits without sharing. He instead put the piece into his pocket without another suck on it. A grin curved my lips as I watched this moment, somewhere in the back of my mind I noted that he made sure that I got quite a few more hits than he did. As I giggled with a cute uncontrollable shrill to my voice at my thoughts, he sat there driving along the unfamiliar country roads with a smile and un-muddied thoughts clear in his eyes. Sneaky bastard.

We talked. We talked about nothing really. I made a lot of casual references about the people I had been with and the men I had dated, then mentally chastised myself for bringing them up. We talked about our town and driving on snow, his still room mate who happened to be my ex, my new kinky lifestyle, and even my degree as we passed by the Comp Sci building, causing a languid pointed finger of acknowledgement from me.

I never turned to look at him. Only once to see how to use the unfamiliar piece, trying the whole time not to look at his lips as they hugged around the one-hit pipe. The rest of the time I sat curled in the seat, face forward, even as it lulled, eyes fixed on the icy roads and the buildings as they passed. I foggily recognized that things were looking familiar again, my brain starting to warm up as synapses started to fire — he was taking me home.

I teased and flirted, cajoled and tried the whole time to keep the excitement and need out of my voice. Just like you don’t let the car salesman know you really want the car -never let a man know that you are desperate for his touch and company, they only raise the price. As we pulled into the half circle driveway, I said in the calmest voice I could manage, trying to keep the anxiety and hopefulness out of my tone, that he could park around back and come up for a bit.

I held my breath thinking he would pull in front of the doors and park his car. Turn and give me a sad smile, then tell me ‘he really shouldn’t, he had to be getting back, and it was getting late’. I sat facing forward still, not realizing my shoulders and legs were tensing, ready for the rejection. He started pulling away from the drive heading towards the back of the building. I numbly navigated him to the parking lot, still trying to sound un-invested, drawing on my experience that boys tend to spook worse than horses when it comes to a girl showing too much interest.

We joked and flirted harmlessly as we walked to the back door of tecavüz porno the building. I smiling because I rarely liked to be at the disadvantage of being addle minded when seduction was the theme of the night. He smiling, because I had to put my arms out and balance as I tried to walk on the ice, the glint in his eye saying that he might know what he was up to all along with his casual offer for a drive and some pot.

We put a movie on and did the shuffle on the bed for a bit as we sat in my room. You know the one where you sit on opposite ends of the bed, then slowly inch closer, and find reasons to be in the other person’s spot when they get up to go to the bathroom. Finally, after some play over ‘who’s corner it was’ we settled with him wedged to the corner and myself curled to his side with my head resting on his chest and stomach. I tried to talk casually. My tone in tight control. The task becoming nearly impossible as his large masculine hands moved to my hair, fingers stroking along my tresses as they stuck up and twisted and spiked in my punky style. His fingers periodically switch from stroking my hair as though I were a pet, to scratching at my scalp gently though firmly. I was puddy in his hands at that moment and he knew it. As I tried to converse, pausing regularly as I lost my thoughts, he poked fun at my easy placation and I, dimly, thought that I needed to play hard to get, make him chase me, don’t make it so easy this time…

His path moved to stroke down the column of my neck and shoulder, his fingers rubbing up along my jaw. My poor self trying desperately to control the shivers and trembles that would give him too much knowledge of my current state, and too much power.

What did he even say, just then before he turned my face up to his, my chin barely above his chest? What initiated that moment that curled him down from high above me to press his lips to mine? Maybe it was magic. As I thought it must be when I felt the first gentle press, so un-insistent, so tender, so sensual, and so wonderful. I thought it was a lost art form, that I was just singular in my kissing tastes. But how cruel it was as he delicately stroked my tongue with his, as his sucked at my lips, as he paused to brush just the surface of our lips across each other, to taunt me with such appetizing and addictive kisses. Already undone, I shuddered into his hold even more as my hand came up to cup his jaw and I felt the soft and silky stubble that had formed there.

As we broke apart for a moment, turning back to watch the forgotten movie while our brains hummed with energy and tried desperately travesti porno to block out the words of warning and caution. I crawled further up on his chest, trying to get closer than I already was. His face turned to bury in my hair as he took a deep breath of it, smelling me. We came together again shortly after as he turned my face up to him again. I fuzzily thought I had to stop this, before I became addicted to these kisses that would likely never be mine again after the spell of the evening was broken.

He made some funny comment about angles, I didn’t hear it. All I heard was the moment he asked to move above me. Because that’s what he was doing, bad angle or not, it was a moment of silent permission before he stepped from the bed, then turned me over by a hold on my arm and moved to hold himself above me.

I had moments of not thinking, barely breathing, solely focused on the sensations those lips and tongue provided to my own of each. My thoughts forming one whispered and unconscious thought over and over again, “Please.” I sent hands down to explore his back and ass, finding a belt loop and using it to maneuver him between my legs during one of our breaks as reason tried to fight to rule his mind again.

He went there easily, and returned his lips to my abandoned ones, instantly crushing his pelvis to mine, grinding into me as though it were a familiar place to be. As we kissed and broke away, and kissed and grinded, he would leverage himself to push more tightly against me, sometimes using his hips to lift me up and hook my body in a way that would rub my sex more usefully against his own. There was a moment of worry, I tensed my muscles as I felt teeth brush the skin of my neck, his jaw dropping to open his mouth wide. He rubbed his teeth gently at my tender skin, never hurting, never sharp as so many bites were. Just a smooth friction of teeth on my skin that he performed several times on both sides. I shook beneath him. I shuddered into him. I trembled for him. Please.

At some point he moved to rub his thumb against my clit through my jeans, I never met his eyes as I said my thoughts aloud, reminding him that he was only allowed to kiss. The thought had been circling to the forefront of my mind the entire evening, particularly as I sat on the bed listening to him talk with his girlfriend, assuring her that he would be home soon and to go back to sleep. What a fraud I was as he would stop and pull away, trying to calm his nerves amongst other things, and I, so unforgiving, would pull him back on to me. We’d grind and kiss more feverishly for a few moments longer before xhamster porno he would pull away again. Finally pulling away to stand the last time.

I lay back on the bed trying to jog my thoughts, trying to slow my pulse, trying not to reason, and beg and plead that he not leave me. But I knew. I knew I couldn’t push. I couldn’t insist. I couldn’t at any moment guilt him as he no doubt already felt it intensely, just as I knew the terms of which he was ‘allowed’ to kiss me were probably a little fuzzy and less endorsed than implied. But I wouldn’t ask. What I didn’t know could keep me in those arms, whereas having my suspicions confirmed would only force my conscience to pull me away.

He stood, so tall, towering over me with his shoes and jacket firmly on. I standing tensely before him after he pulled me from the bed. I pressed to him, losing all reserve, thinking instead of scaring him away — that he was already running and these would be the last few kisses I would get. As we kissed I grabbed the collar of his jacket and began to walk us back to the door, pressing my back to it as he complied and trapped me to it with his body. He then bent to grab my legs out from under me, holding me midair, my pelvis balanced on his as the rough denim of our jeans grinded into each other.

He let my legs drop, and leaned forward to kiss me again, tugging me away from the door I blocked, admitting to it as I accused him of doing such. He made half grief-moaned excuses saying things like ‘I stayed an hour and a half longer than I thought I would. I have to get home. Please’. Somehow the word felt much worse in a much different way when he said it.

My back and shoulders tensed, my head unconsciously dipping down to hang as I tried to regain my composure and let him go. Let him go after four years without him, four years of occasionally remembering the handsome, sensual, powerful roommate of my then boyfriend. The one that brought me more frequently to their home than the man I was seeing. The one that so nearly kissed me in his best friend’s bed years ago, although we managed to pull apart …that time. .. We seem to have a knack for kindling this companionship and burning attraction whenever the other was unavailable.

As he exited out the back door of my building, I returned to my room, sliding out of my pants as I slid to the floor. I pulled the toy from my sock drawer, unsheathing it of its red velvet bag and without much warning plunging it into my already soaked and desperate pussy. I came several times, so wet it would spray out around my hand and against my thighs with every forceful slam of my toy into myself, all the while thinking of his teeth on my neck. Recalling dimly that it all started with a kiss to my knuckles and a moan from my lips.

I wish I could weep for the loss. I wish I could cry for the uncertainty. I wish I could scream at the unfairness. But mostly I want to hope for a future.

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I was standing by the laundry bin, peeling my shirt off. I had just worked out, my body feeling tense. I was about to shimmy out of my spandex when arms wrapped around my waist. I gasped, his body pressing up against mine.

“God you’re so sexy,” he whispered, his lips pressing up under my ear. I bit my lip, feeling his hands slide up my stomach and under my sports bra.

“But I’m all sweaty,” I whimpered as he teased my nipples, his palms cupping my breasts. I felt his tongue run up my neck to my ear, his lips capturing it as he starting to nibble and suck on it.

“I know, it’s so damn sexy,” he groaned, kissing down my neck. He bit me aggressively, his dick pressing up against my ass. It was hard, throbbing even! His hands coerced my bra up, releasing my breasts as he continued to kiss and suck at my neck. “You don’t understand how mad you drive me,” he practically growled, his lips on my ear as one of his hands slid down my stomach. It was rough, his hold on me tight. God it was intoxicating the way he took control of me.

“Fuck!” I whined when his fingers rubbed against my pussy. He was such a damn fucking tease, fondling me over my spandex. My legs gave in though, spreading slightly for him out of pure instinct. His arm held me against him, his hand aggressive as he groped my tit.

“Mmm, this pussy feels so hot already,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. I reached down, shimmying my spandex off my hips. His thumb hooked into the waist band, holding the bunched up fabric in his hand as he continued to tease me. “Are you not wearing anything under these?” he growled, his hand sliding up from my breast to my neck. My head turned, his lips capturing mine with a moan. He rubbed and prodded at my hole, shoving my spandex up into me as he started grinding against my ass.

“Please!” I clawed at his wrist, desperate for his real touch. He kissed my shoulder and the back of my neck, biting me then as he shoved his hand into my spandex. I whimpered and that turned into a deep groan rumbling in my chest as his large, hot fingers massaged my lips together.

“Hear how fucking wet you are,” he groaned, rubbing his finger down my slit as he continued to massage my lips together. There was a very subtle squishing sound coming from between my thighs, but it was enough for both of us to hear it. “Filthy woman,” he chuckled heartily, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. He pushed me back against the wall, his lips crushing mine as he shoved his hand into my pants again.

I clung to him, my legs feeling weak as his fingers caressed and massaged my pussy. He would rub my lips, dip his fingers between them to tease my clit and quivering hole before abandoning them. It was leaving me on edge, all of my nerves like live wires as he started kissing and sucking at my neck. His arm held my waist, keeping me up as he worked his lips down to my breasts. His lips played subtle games with tecavüz porno my nipple, his tongue dancing across it occasionally. I soon realized he was matching his teasing with his playful passes to my clit.

“Oh god!” I whimpered, my hips lurching desperately as he teased my hole again.

“Please, finger me! Please!” my desperate cries made him groan, his fingers sliding torturously along my slit. He sighed and then sucked my nipple into his lips, his teeth teasing it as two of his meaty fingers shoved up inside of me. I felt his thumb press up under my clit, his fingers rubbing that glorious spot as he licked and sucked my nipple. He switched to the other nipple, his free hand roaming over my body. As it trailed up to the back of my neck he released my nipple, his lips meeting mine again. I moaned as his tongue commanded mine.

My thighs were burning, my stomach knotting as that familiar tingle built up in my back and pussy. My mouth fell from his as I panted, hanging onto him desperately. He watched me, his eyes filled with lust as his lips teased mine. We were both panting, our bodies filled with reckless wanton. My breath started to hitch as I felt my body tense, nearly cresting that glorious peak when he pulled his hand away. I collapsed in his arms with a whimper, trembling as my body was overcome with the near orgasm.

He pulled me into his arms, bringing me to the bed to lie down. He yanked my spandex off me, lying between my legs as he started kissing and caressing my thighs. His lips and hands rough and so passionate on my body. He continued his way toward my pussy, his arms wrapping around my thighs. He pulled them onto his shoulder, his hands pressing down on my mound as his eyes opened. We looked at each other and he smirked before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

“Such a tasty pussy,” he muttered, kissing it some more. I felt his lips parting, gently sucking on my lips as he laid kisses there. I’d feel his tongue too, his body shifting slightly as he worked closer. His tongue started teasing me, dancing around my clit and hole, running the length of my lips between kisses. One of his hands slid up my body, groping my breast and tweaking my nipple occasionally as he applied more pressure to my pussy.

I held his head, my fingers tangled in his hair as I whimpered and moaned through the torture. It was amazing, my pussy throbbing with need. His tongue was trailing my length between his labored kisses, testing my hole and clit with every pass as he shifted even closer. His face was pressed up against me, working against my pussy as he started to devour me. There wasn’t a man on this Earth who loved eating pussy more than him. Both his hands were massaging my breasts then as he groaned, sucking and lapping at my pussy desperately.

“So fucking close baby!” I whimpered, his tongue plunging inside of me. He lapped at my hole, his nose travesti porno rubbing against my clit. I was gasping, my breaths quickening as my body skyrocketed to near orgasmic bliss. His lips pushed up then, his tongue coercing my clit to harden more. After a few teases of his tongue, he pressed his lips up against me, sucking it into his mouth. His hands teased my nipples as his tongue flicked my clit, jolts tingling between my breasts and my pussy as he worked me over. “I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, my legs clamping on his head. He ripped his mouth away and I collapsed, trembling as I was left on another near orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy!” he groaned, crawling up my body. He straddled my chest, pushing his sweatpants down in the front. I admired his cock, loving how plump his tip was. My hands slid up his thighs, grabbing hold of his sweatpants as he pulled my head up. He fed me his cock, his face twisted with pleasure as we worked together to get his dick as deep into my mouth as I could handle.

He hunched over slightly, reaching out to grip the headboard as he started rolling his hips and thrusting at my mouth. My eyes rolled back as my tongue lapped at his shaft, my throat aching for his cock. There was nothing I wanted more than to take him as deep as I could, letting him ravage my body. He was grunting and panting, going faster. I wanted him to cum so bad, wanted to know I could make him feel so good. But before he did he pulled away.

“I need this pussy,” he moaned, working down my body as he leaned over to kiss me. His hands pulled my legs apart, his actions rough but only because he was needy. It was intoxicating to know he was desperate for me, for my body. Our tongues swirled around and then I felt it, his delicious hot and stiff cock pressing up against me. My legs pulled back slightly, my hips lifting up on their own accord, inviting him in. His arms pressed against my sides, his hands reaching down to grab my ass as he thrusted into me.

“Hnnnnngh!” I trembled, my pussy spasming as he filled me. His body was hot, starting to sweat a bit too as he worked his hips against mine. I slid my hands down his chest and around his waist. My fingers and palms gripped his ass, pulling him deeper as my back curved, my hips rolling up to meet his. I felt a pressure deep inside, feeling like he was hitting my stomach as he pressed in.

“You feel so fucking tight, so damn wet,” he grunted, thrusting eagerly into me. Every thrust pushed him against that spot. It almost hurt, but there was a deeper burning, a desire to feel him there more. He grabbed a pillow and tucked it up under my hips, reaching up to hold my shoulders as he lurched his hips. A powerful thrust jolted me, my back arching as I gasped. He groaned, his face so close to mine as he watched me.

“I love you,” I whimpered and he smiled, kissing me tenderly as he pushed into me.

“I xhamster porno love you too,” he muttered, pulling out almost all the way. He gripped my shoulders, thrusting into me with a rough grunt and I cried out. That must have felt nice because soon enough that was all he was doing, his body covered in sweat as he panted and grunted. He was powering himself into me, my body trembling and thrashing from his force.

“I want to cum,” I whimpered, my lips moving against his. He kissed me, pushing deep then. I whimpered as he held himself there, gently thrusting his hips. My pussy was stuffed, his crotch tribbing my clit with each thrust. I was already so worked up, so high that these little movements were enough to break me.

“Cum for me baby,” he mumbled, his hand sliding up into my sweaty hair. He held my head, kissing me all over my neck and face as he ground himself into me. My hips started jerking against him, my body screaming for release. “That’s it baby,” he encouraged, our bodies finding a glorious rhythm together. I pulled his face to mine, kissing him desperately as my hips jerked and humped at him. Our tongues swirled sensually, his body pressing into mine. All of it was maddening. And then the dam broke, and all the effort he put in to edging me paid off. My body tensed, my head falling back violently as I cried out. A burning, tingling, churning pleasure emanated from my pussy, consuming my body as my back arched up into him.

“I’m cumming!” I cried out and he groaned, pushing up off me. His hands pushed into the mattress by my head as he started thrusting into me violently. The throes of pleasure consumed me, his new effort heightening the sensation as my pussy spasmed and stretched around his cock. I grabbed his wrists, my shoulders pressing into the bed as I cried out with another deep, rumbling orgasm. It rocked my body, wave after wave of burning, raw pleasure making my muscles quiver.

“I’m going to cum in this pussy,” he grunted and I could only moan, my mind gone as he continued his delicious assault. One of his arms slid under my hips, pulling them up slightly as he leaned over more, driving deeper. He was panting then, his face contorting with his own pleasure as he clawed at my hip. “Oh fuck!” he growled, his body tensing slightly as his hips jerked erratically. He grabbed one of my hands, clutching it tightly and pressing it into the bed as he humped me desperately. I felt his cum, so hot as it filled my pussy. He huffed and trembled, coming down from his own climax as he slumped into my body. His forehead rested on my chest, his body still pressed against mine as his dick softened.

“That was amazing,” I whispered and he chuckled, kissing my nipple and all over my breast as he worked his way up. I felt his arm release me, pulling the pillow out from under me as my body fell to the bed. His dick slid out of me with a slurp, his cum feeling like it was oozing out of me too.

“You’re amazing,” he grumbled, holding me as he kissed me tenderly. “I love you,” he sighed, and I smiled.

“I love you too,” I mumbled, feeling tired enough that I could just pass out. God he was everything I could ever need, and he was mine…

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This is a fictional story dedicated to my online friend. Hey ‘Online friend’, thank you for the all the amazing experiences you have given me so far. Muah!

Context: Two online friends who have been spending some amazing time together over phone and video, meet for the first time.

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It was a beautiful summer evening outside and we were sitting at a table in the cafe, all dressed up to meet each other for the first time. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a cool T shirt trying to enjoy the warm summer. I was wearing a black flowy dress covering my knees. We were checking each other out, trying to make small talk, trying to break the ice. After the hundreds of times we spoke on the phone I don’t know why meeting him in person was so challenging. May be because of the fact that we both knew what is going to happen next and we both were slightly nervous about it, all the hot tension building between us.

I was observing his sweet smile as he spoke, being mesmerized by his voice and trying to keep myself from walking across the table and sitting on his lap. I kept looking at his red lips once in a while wondering how they stayed so red all the time. He caught my eyes looking at his lips multiple times and he asked me in a calm voice, “Do you really want to just keeping looking at them or do you want to do something for them?”

I smiled at his naughty remark which sounded more like an invitation to me and said, “You seem to be slightly impatient”.

He replied, “Are you not?”

I took his hint and asked the waiter for the check. We got up and started walking towards the hotel which was hardly 2 mins from the cafe.

We entered the hotel and while walking through the corridor, our hands touched and we locked our fingers together. I started walking slightly ahead of him to open the door for us, literally pulling him behind me and kinda giving him a chance to check out my ass which, as i expected, he did, and he smiled to himself.

I reached for the door, opened it. We both got inside and I latched the door securely and turned around to find him standing there so close to me, that i could feel his warm breath on my face. He started advancing towards me and pushed me up against the door, put his hands around my waist and gave me a long intense kiss. I was anyway a fan of his virtual kisses when we spoke over the phone, but experiencing it first hand in flesh was so unbelievable that my legs gave way and i just melted into his arms.

While continuing to kiss me passionately, his hands slit down my back and he gave a hard squeeze on my butt almost making me squeal with pleasure. When he pulled away from me we both were breathless and he said, gasping for air, “God! I have been waiting for this moment for sooo long. I can’t wait any longer.”

His kiss, his amazing voice, his breath and his whisper… aah, every single thing that drove me crazy over phone was topped off by his physical presence and me being in his arms made the entire moment so unbelievable, it was really a dream come true. It was so electric, one of the moments in your life which you want to have forever.

He swiftly pulled out his T shirt and revealed his fair chest and its magnificence. I could not help but touch it and run my nails on it as he quickly unbuckled his jeans and dropped it to the floor. He looked into my eyes and said with a commanding voice “Turn around!” and i obeyed involuntarily. He unzipped my dress and let tecavüz porno it fall to the floor too, held my shoulder and turned me around to look at me.

He briefly broke eye contact to admire me in my hot pink lingerie, leaned forward and whispered to me “You are gorgeous!”

That whisper sent shivers down my back, goosebumps radiating through out my body and finally breaking the flood gate of my desire.

I had waited for this moment for so long. I held him tight and kissed him back and said “Show me how hard I have made you.”

He obeyed and pulled his underpants down to reveal his hardness, in its full glory, bouncing off as if feeling happy at being released from captivity. I could not hold myself longer. I held his hard cock in my hand and felt it through out its length gently flicked my thumb on its head. He started breathing faster and this encouraged me even further. I went down on my knees and took his cock into my mouth slowly inserting it into my mouth sensuously. The pleasure was so much for him that he groaned loudly almost loosing balance and let out a sigh. He said “You naughty girl! Let’s go to the bed. Else you will make me fall.”

I smiled and felt even sexier after hearing him call me ‘naughty girl’ like he always used to when we spoke on the phone.

I got up and advanced towards him leading him to the bed and pushed him on the bed. Holding his cock in my hand, I felt so powerful at being in total control of his pleasure. I licked his cock from the bottom till the top in a slow slick motion and took his entire cock inside my mouth playing with it and allowing my tongue to show its expertise, switching between sucking and licking. I gently started massaging his balls and i heard him groan louder and lose control. I moved my neck effortlessly, stroking his cock while inside my mouth and he started whimpering with all the currents it was sending to his body. He said in a pleading voice “Oh my God baby! You are so fucking amazing! Aaaah! I am so close. I can’t hold it any…” and his voice trailed away as he started panting for air, letting out a huge moan, his entire body shivering from his release and I could taste his cum in my mouth.

I pulled away to take a look at him enjoy his release. It always made me incredibly satisfied looking at him cum for me like the many many times we did over video. This time was special coz i could actually hold him close to me feel the vibrations inside his body, his bare skin against mine, my lips on his as i enjoyed the result of my tongue’s work. He kept breathing heavily for some more time as i held him, smiling blissfully to himself. He then turned to me and said “And now, it’s my turn.”

With that he swiftly flipped me over making me land on my back and i let out a short cry at the surprise he gave me, so turned on by the force he was using on me. He stood on his knees, with both his knees on either sides of my thighs, he spread both my arms on either sides, locked his fingers with mine and started his shower of kisses on my body, starting with my neck and ears and shoulders, kissing and sucking and leaving marks of his love on my skin. It was so passionate yet so gentle. Each kiss was lingering and just short of a bite, sending goosebumps all over my body.

He made his way down and was approaching my ample breasts and my heart started beating so fast. I had dreamt of this moment hundreds of times and it was about to come true. He travesti porno gently slid my strap down my shoulder while kissing me and pulled my bra down to reveal jus the top tip of my nipple and kissed me there. Usually i am a person who loves to relish the moment slowly but the teasing with his tongue was so unbearable that i was getting restless to have him conquer me completely. I lifted myself a bit, reached back to my bra and unhooked it and just like that he knew what i wanted. He looked at me and gave me a wicked smile. He pulled my bra all the way out and tossed it away to reveal my huge mounds and my pink hard thirsty nipples waiting to be touched by his tongue. Without waiting, he bent down and placed his soft lips on my nipples to satisfy me. Oh that moment was so ecstatic that i closed my eyes and pressed his shoulder hard to enjoy the burst of pleasure he was giving me. He felt the way my body was responding to what he was doing and went further and sucked on my nipples hard, driving me crazy and making me moan uncontrollably. He took a brief break to switch over to the other breast that was eagerly waiting its turn to be quenched.

His lips and tongue showed their expertise to both my breasts without picking favorites and then started exploring my tummy and my belly button, accessing the deepest part of my belly button giving me a teaser of what is coming next.

With all the amazing action he was giving me, my legs were already parted instinctively, but when he moved down, positioned himself between my legs and started kissing my inner thighs and held my knees and pulled them further apart, my pussy started throbbing with anticipation. I was dripping profusely, and seeing that he looked at me and said with a naughty smile “You really like seeing me cum, don’t you?” I smiled back and bit my lower lip feeling so shy for a brief moment.

He bent down and I got nervous and pulled back. He asked me “What happened?”

I said “I am scared. It’s my first time.” (I was ofcourse not a virgin, but i guess nobody ever loved me enough to go down on me ever… so it was my first time).

He smiled and said “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. You won’t feel a thing.” I laughed at his last comment, understanding that it was meant to make me laugh and feel relaxed.

He came close to my pussy, hovering just an inch away from it. My heartbeat paced up thinking about the next moment. I had dreamt of this moment for a long time, enjoying it with his voice, all those times when he described to me on the phone what he would do to my pussy and my brain has done its best to put together this sexy picture for me to enjoy the feeling without actually experiencing it.

And then there it was. That moment when his tongue licked my pussy for the first time, that moment was so filled with pleasure that I lost myself, moaning with extreme ecstasy and thanking God for finally bestowing me with this moment in my life which i never thought i would experience. He observed the jolt in my body and started his exploration further, he parted my lips gently and licked from bottom to top repeatedly alternating between the lips, as if he was finishing off a bowl of ice cream, his tongue nudging further and further and being so deliberate in his movements, so deliciously slow, from bottom till my clit, being extra soft every time he reached it.

My legs had a mind of their own now, opening wider and giving him full access to xhamster porno my treasure pot. He licked and sucked and kissed every part of my pussy and my hands were involuntarily in his hair, tightly gripping him as he devoured every part of my pussy.

His tongue and lips were such a vehicle of gratification that I cant even describe what i was experiencing, i felt like i blanked out for a moment and this moment would be etched in my brain forever when i felt like i was just propulsed from the earth like a rocket with so much pleasure that i felt i was floating in air with nothing to bring me down, my hands and legs numbed with the feeling, as if I was on a temporary high, sound and light seemed to slow down and the only thing that existed in that moment was ‘me’. It didnt take long for him to make me cum considering what my body was going through and that climax was so strong and intense that my entire body was trembling on the bed uncontrollably and i was screaming at the top of my voice for what felt like eternity.

And when i finally opened my eyes after a long minute of utmost bliss, he was there smiling at me, proud, witnessing his victory and feeling at ease for fulfilling his promise to me.

I smiled back, held him and kissed him hard, and a small tear escaped my eye for my dream had finally came true. He looked at my tears and asked me concerned, “Hey! What’s wrong? Did i hurt you?”

I smiled and said, “Thank you! Thank you for making my dream come true, for making me experience the epitome of pleasure”.

He smiled, wiped the tears off my cheeks with his thumb, gave a gentle kiss on both my eyes, looked at me affectionately and said “Silly girl! It was MY pleasure to give you what you deserve… aaannnd i am not done yet. Do you want to see what all of your shrieking has done to me?”

I nodded my head and he lifted himself up and lowered his body on top of me and there i could feel his cock, hard again, pressing against my thighs. I felt the pleasure building inside me and i bit my lower lip to consume it. He smiled and bent down and whispered in my ears “I want to be a part of you baby. I want you to own me. Will you let me be a part of you?”

His whispers sending chills down my spine. Pleasure seemed to have taken control over my body and i was breathing so heavily now and all I could manage to say was, “Yes…baby.. please..I am all yours.”

He lifted himself up again and positioned himself to enter me, teasing my entrance first, sending shots of pleasure through out my body. And then, with one smooth motion entered me, making me feel every inch of his hard cock, all my cuming only making it super easy for him to slide right inside me.

The entrance was so amazing that both of us let out a gasp and groaned strongly, his face showing the ecstasy he was experiencing being completely inside me, his cock tightly held by my pussy. After enjoying it for a brief moment, he started his journey of making his little ‘General’ feel good, enjoying the tightness of my pussy and letting himself milk away everything that is inside of him. He kept stroking in and out of me, our hot sweaty bare bodies brushing against each other, adding an icing to the cake of pleasure. He slowly increased his pace and intensity, his heart beat and breathing competing with each other as to who was faster.

Each of his thrusts shook the bed we were sleeping on and it started making noises as it started hitting against the wall. The pleasure building inside both of us with each second and ultimately culminating in a hard breathless groan that he let out, shivering and whimpering inside me, his legs finally giving up and he collapsed on me breathing heavily.

And thus culminated, one of the best evenings of my life!

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Chapter 1

I found out relatively early in my adult life that I desired a different kind of sex than can be delivered from a normal relationship with one woman.

I’ve known that aside from the sex you can get from the best girlfriend or wife, I required something further. You see, with a girlfriend or wife, your goal isn’t just to be pleased. Part of your goal is to please them.

And frankly, there is absolutely nothing that can beat sex with a hot sexy girl who is there solely for your own personal pleasure. This is not to say I’m not a supporter of equal rights, or I want to put women in their place, or anything like that. Far from it. What I want has to be purely consensual – but it has to be purely focused on my sexual pleasure.

Its no different then getting a therapeutic massage. I lie there and the masseuse massages. I get massaged and she gets paid. For that hour or two I am the complete focus.

I’m married. But I’ve known this about me since my mid twenties, when I was propositioned by the 19 year old gorgeous sister of a good friend. She offered me sex whenever I wanted in return for paying her rent in a nice little downtown apartment. I couldn’t say “no”, even though I had a steady girlfriend.

I learned from her that for whatever reasons, my ego required those few hours a week of purely one-sided sexual pleasure. It really is that simple.

Two years later, this girl decided it was time to get on with her life and left town to begin a university education. I wished her well at the time, but 4 months later I became conscious of the fact that I still really needed it. What I realized, though, is that I needed it – I didn’t necessarily need her. I actually had no emotional attachment to her – any very sexy girl would do.

Chapter 2

I began calling call-girls and call-girl agencies. For the most part, I was disappointed. Many weren’t as advertised. Most were disinterested in pleasing me. Some wouldn’t do what I wanted (yes – I met several call-girls who wouldn’t even go down on me – didn’t like it, they said). Most wouldn’t kiss.

A few girls were quite good – hot looking, young but experienced, and willing. I’d see them a few times and then one day I found out they no longer worked at that agency; or they’d leave the business. Some only worked the summer (and were at school during the rest of the year). Some were from small towns and eventually went home.

Then I got lucky. I called a call-girl agency one afternoon and arranged to meet a girl based on her description over the phone. The girl who showed up was nothing like that description. I was upset. She was overweight and rather unattractive.

I told her upfront that I just couldn’t go ahead with this because she wasn’t what I was promised and I, if I’m going to pay for it, want to get what I want. She said she understood, and asked if she could stay a bit as her driver didn’t hang around. I said sure.

We talked about it. She told me her agency was screwing things up like this all the time. She was actually quite nice. After talking a bit, I told her about what kind of relationship I was looking for and I asked her, given what I wanted (model looks, young, tall, very slim) was there anyone at that agency who she’d recommend.

She mentioned a girl that had just joined the business. She thought she’d fit the description, but didn’t know if she’d be interested in anything like what I was specifically looking for. She also thought this girl might have an attitude.

I thanked her and actually paid her what she would have earned and she was pleased.

The next day I called the agency again, told them who I wanted, and told them in no uncertain terms that it was to be this new girl or no one else.

Ninety minutes later I was with her. She looked perfect. She was as tall as I (I’m tecavüz porno not tall – but I’m a guy), really slim, longish blonde hair, amazing body, and really cute face. She was just 19. And she was dressed like a call girl, with a really short tight black skirt and low cut tight shirt that showed cleavage.

She didn’t know that she had been “recommended” to me. It was only her third day as a call girl. She told me, naively perhaps, that she hated it, the guys were gross, and she didn’t understand why men don’t wash.

Then she told me my condominium was the nicest place she’d seen. Because she was new to the business, she didn’t know what information to withhold. I found out she had a boyfriend, was in school, and parties and nightlife were big for her, so buying party and nightlife clothing was also big.

When I told her what I was interested in – a longer term approach – more money for her – and done completely outside her agency, so she could keep all the money – she jumped at the opportunity. All this happened in the first 30 minutes of our meeting.

She said if I were “real” she’d even quit the agency. I told her not to be hasty – I didn’t know what she was like in bed. I suggested we go a couple of months before we make any longer term relationships. She was cool with that.

We discussed condoms. This was in the earlier days of AIDS and for the money I was paying I told her I didn’t use them. I told her for what I was paying (which was a little more than what she was collecting from the agency (and she didn’t have to split it with them) I expected the “perfect” experience coming in a condom was not a perfect experience. Knowing that my sperm was inside a young hot girl – to me that was perfection. She said she understood and didn’t have a problem with it, if I’d be willing to use a condom the first few times. When we got to the point where she was comfortable, no condom would be necessary. I agreed to this for intercourse, but told her for oral I needed to feel the wetness of her mouth. I managed to convince her to take the gamble on me here.

Then she asked me what I wanted. I gave her my rehearsed speech. I told her I wanted a young sexy girl, who’d wear the kind of outfits that I wanted to see her in, who knew how to play with a man, how to make out with a man, and then how to satisfy that man. I told her I wanted a girl who had no problem going down on her knees to suck and who didn’t mind the taste. I told her I wanted a girl who was kind of “in” to what she was doing, who would say the right things when we were having sex – she would have to be slutty, without being filthy. I told her that while I had all my particulars, I still wanted a girl who took the initiative on these things – I didn’t want a robot who I had to command. I didn’t want to have to say, “now suck….., now lick….., now bend over…..”. I wanted someone who knew what I wanted and knew when to do it without an instruction guide. I wanted a girl who once I told what kind of outfits I wanted to see her in, would show up or bring those outfits, knowing not to wear the same thing all the time.

Over the next 90 minutes I found out that I had struck pure gold. Here I was French kissing a girl a decade young than me. She was still a teenager! I gently groped her, and without telling her, she soon began groping me.

For whatever reasons, knowing she had a steady boyfriend really turned me on. It felt like an electric jolt when she put her hand on the front of my pants and grabbed at my penis. Her unzipping my pants was a true erotic experience. I can still remember how she stared at my bulge as she did it. She was either an amazing actress or she was truly interested in what she was doing. (I later found out that she was simply ecstatic at meeting me – she saw me as a “sugar daddy” travesti porno – which was a thousand times better than what she was currently seeing as a call girl.)

With my zipper undone she reached in and grabbed my penis through my underwear. We began kissing again as her hand went to work. I took her shirt off. Then she looked down and noticed a wet spot forming in my underwear from pre-cum. She said it was time to get my pants off.

Now I truly have always loved oral sex. But when push comes to shove, if I have to make a choice I always go with man on the top intercourse.

Still, as this young girl went down on her knees and removed my pants I readily admit to being as turned on as I’ve ever been – that includes any girlfriend and even my wife. Part of it was how attractive and sexy she was. Part of it was how young she was (sorry – but I admit it was a turn on). Part of it was that I was getting another guy’s girl. And part of it was seeing her there knowing she was there solely to please me sexually.

Pre-cum had formed at the tip of my penis. I thought she’d wipe it off with her hand first. But she didn’t. Instead she saw it and licked at it. She told me it tasted good. She told me some men are much more sour-tasting. Then she proceeded to drive that tongue of hers into the slit of my penis.

Twenty minutes of superb oral sex followed. Her head bobbed up and down. She slurped a bit. She licked the shaft. And then she did something that no one had ever done before to me – she started to suck on my balls.

I’ll be honest – I didn’t even know that such an act would feel good. And there I was with my entire left ball inside her mouth. I came close to losing control. I started to grunt. Sensing I was near coming, she moved back to the tip of my penis and began sucking again. With her left hand she began pumping my shaft. And with the right hand she reached up and began pulling on my balls.

I erupted. I felt five distinct intense squirts pumping out of my penis. After this she removed her mouth, but continued to pump me with her hand. As sperm appeared on the tip, she licked it up.

I was totally drained. Normally I like to go for a second round. But today that just wasn’t going to be possible.

She told me that it was fun and that she’d never seen a guy cum so much. I told her, in all honesty that I had never cum as much and had never felt so completely wiped.

Chapter 3

Being a smart business girl she arranged for the next session for the week after and took down my number. And like a smart business girl she showed up on time wearing skin tight faded jeans and a fairly see through white blouse with a lacy bra visible underneath.

This second session was also memorable. I absolutely had to fuck her this time (condom or not). I was on top, but she knew how to move beneath me. We went at it, fucking in the missionary position, but like mad dogs for quite some time. Then, with one of her hands (I ‘m not sure which!) she moved it down my back over my ass and reached further down to my balls and began to fondle them. Thirty seconds later I was pumping my sperm and semen into that condom. Again – she had been the first girl to grab my balls during sex. I had never imagined how good it would feel. I really didn’t have any idea – and I had been in bed with a number of girls at this point but I really had no idea how important my balls were to the sensation of my orgasms!

I experienced much with her that I had never experienced before. She was the first person I had anal sex with. She was the first person to lick out my ass. She was the first person who at her suggestion I tied her hands up behind her back. She was the first person who let me cum on her face.

A month into the relationship, the condoms disappeared. She xhamster porno told me, for her, she felt it was like the first time she was really cheating on her boyfriend. This, of course, only turned me on more.

She quickly realized that I was turned on by the fact that she had a boyfriend and she would use this to make me horny.

And she used her boyfriend to provide what was perhaps the ultimate sex experience for me – and it was on his birthday that she did it.

She showed up one day wearing skimpy cut-off jean shorts and a tight t-shirt. She told me that this particular day was oral sex day. She said that for the entire time we’d be together she wanted to be on her knees sucking and kissing and licking my penis (she, of course, used the term ‘cock’). She told me it was a special day because it was her boyfriend’s birthday and she wanted me to know that on his birthday she was spending a couple of hours sucking me and not him. And she said that after, she had a surprise for me.

She went right to it. It was awesome. At some point, I put my hands around her head and humped into her face. She had such a pretty young face and it was such a turn on to see my penis going in and out of her mouth.

I came. She continued to lick and suck until I was hard again. And I came again. She never once got up. She fondled me and repeated the process a third time. I came yet again. She didn’t stop. Even though I was now completely soft, she continued to lick and suck and kiss my cock and genital area. She then stuck her tongue in my ass, before returning to my cock. Somehow I managed to get semi hard again and somehow I managed to cum in her mouth again – though by this time hardly anything came out.

She immediately got up, started getting dressed, and told me to get dressed too. She never went to the washroom or anything. She never asked for a drink. She just told me to follow her out of my building, staying 30 or 40 feet behind her and that no matter what happened, she told me to let on that I knew her at all.

I did as she said.

We walked about 8 short blocks (I lived downtown).

Now keep in mind that for a little over two hours my penis had been in her mouth. I had cum in it 4 times – the first one flooding out a bit onto her chin. Though she had wiped her face with her hands, she never went to clean up in the bathroom – never tried to chew gum or clean her mouth at all.

After walking those 8 blocks she went right up to a guy, who I later found out was her boyfriend. She immediately gave him a long open kiss on his mouth. You could see he enjoyed the lusty kiss and they walked away. She never looked back. He was kissing a mouth that had been drenched in my cum.

I, personally, would never have asked a girl to so disrespect a guy like that. I wouldn’t have even thought about someone doing that. But after cumming 4 times that day, when I saw that I was ready for it again. True, I was sincerely turned on by making her unfaithful. But this was several steps beyond my wildest imagination.

The next week I asked her why she did it. She told me she did it because first, she wanted me to know that even though he was her boyfriend, it was I that was taking care of her not him. And second, she said, she knew how much it turned me on.

She was my kind of girl.

For over 3 years I saw her 3 or 4 times a month. The sex was always amazing. On one occasion I even took her to Nassau for a short 3 day holiday (she told her boyfriend she was going with some girlfriends). For those three days I had her in skimpy bikinis all day and skimpy outfits in the evening and naked in bed. My only thoughts were about sex.

We never discussed anything else. We never tried to develop any other kind of relationship.

One day she told me she was engaged to (yes) that boyfriend and she wouldn’t be able to see me any more. I wished her the best of luck. Though I never saw or heard from her again, I will always believe that that marriage was doomed from the start. The moment he kissed that sperm covered mouth, I was certain their relationship would end badly.

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T. G. I. F! It is FINALLY Friday! I skip out of work without so much as a “goodbye” to my co-workers, all I want to do is get home and fall asleep as quickly as I can. The 15 minute drive to my apartment is entirely too long. I want to be home NOW.

I pull into my drive, park my car, all but run upstairs and let myself into my apartment. I strip quicker than I think I ever have before and crawl between my egyptian cotton sheets. I reach over to my alarm clock and turn it off, no interruptions tonight. My dream lover is going to know the full wrath of my sexual frustrations. NO INTERRUPTIONS. I easily slip into a dream I have been desiring all week long to complete and pick up right where I left off….

I breathe a long warm breath on his throbbing cock then lick his pre-cum from his meatus. My tongue ring applying the perfect amount of pressure to make him moan. I lick him like a lollypop from base to tip, tip to base. I love his manly taste. I wrap my lips around his dick and inch him into my mouth and down my throat. Humming, I slide up and down his cock. I flick my tongue very fast on the frenulum.

I love the look of pure esctasy on my lover’s face… it urges me on. Still holding the rose, I pluck one petal off and proceed to place it just above his manhood. I suck in my breath and blow it over his abdomen and chest, then crawl up his body to blow it back down to his raging erection.

“Oooooooo! Mmmmmmm!” He moans. “You drive me so crazy!”

“That ok, you’ll love what’s next. I’ve been interrupted by my alarm all week long, you will recieve everything you desire tonight,” I tell my lover.

He has no idea how much of a sugar tecavüz porno junkie I really am. In a drawer under my bed I have stashes of everything sweet…. I pull out my favorite candy, Rolos, and place one on his erection. I gently suck on his sac and swirl his balls with my tongue while I wait a few moments for it to begin to melt.

As soon as I see the chocolate start to drizzle down his shaft, I lick my lips. I love chocolate. I gently nibble the sides of his throbbing member, licking up the misplaced chocolate. “Mmmmm,” I say. I then lick up the remaining Rolo like I mad woman and start my assult on his cock.

I love the way he feels in my mouth. I love the moans and murmurs he utters as I lick him thoroughly; not one single inch is left untouched by my tongue. I lick the delicate frenulum, wiggling my tongue ring across the vein that runs the length of his cock and take just the tip into my mouth.

I run my tongue under the ridge that was left from his circumcision, carefully applying pressure on the frenulum and up the meatus. Another sigh greets this. I lick his pre-cum and then take him into my mouth fully, my tongue moving in gentle circles on the underside of his shaft. I “swallow” to let him know he’s deep in my throat, I want him to know how much I respect and worship his manliness.

I twist my head back and forth as I bob up and down his entire length, from tip to hilt, humming as I do so. Up and down, down and up, my tongue circling his shaft on the way down and licking his meatus when I reach his tip; I do not let one single drip of his man juice go wasted.

I slick my hand with saliva travesti porno and proceed to start giving him a hand job. Twisting my hand around his shaft and applying slight pressure on the frenulum, I continue my torturess assult. I lick his meatus as I continue pumping him. My other hand wanders over his stomach, his sac, his ass, and his thighs in a light erotic fashion. I know this is driving him crazy, it’s driving me crazy too since I get very higly aroused performing fellatio.

I trace my fingers along each side of his sac, just grazing the hairs there sending shivers of passion up his spine. Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I run circled around and around his sac and then lick from the bottom of his balls up to the tip of his cock in a hungry fashion.

I reach up to caress his stomach and chest; he grabs my wrist and pulls me up his body, all my womanhood pressing against his manhood and passionately kisses me. Pure unadulterated heat radiates through my body as our tongues fight for dominance, I feel it at the core of my body spreading from head to toe. As the passion washes over me, I ponder how it is he managed to get his hands free.

His hands roam over my shoulders and back, tracing the outline of my spine. I could never get enough of his hands on my body, which makes all of my womanhood scream out in the injustice of this being “just a dream”… it feels so real. Slowly his fingers run down my spine, just a gentle touch yet so erotic I can feel my wetness deepening becoming almost unbareable. Over my hips and down my thighs, his fingers run.

I feel his erection just below where man and xhamster porno woman come together, he is so large and hard, it is all I can do not to slide myself onto him… but I am not done with his slow and methodical torment yet.

Restraining him once again, slowly slide down his body allowing my tongue to trace its way down his body as I go. I once again take him into my mouth, just the tip, swirling my magical tongue around and around, flicking the frenulum as fast as I can make my tongue to and licking the juices spilling from his meatus. MMMMM, he tastes so good… I could never get enough of him.

I inch him into my mouth, licking and tasting, flicking and swirling, slowly I make my way down to his base and he is sliding down my throat. I swallow him, I love the feeling of having my mouth so full, I swallow again. A moan escapes his lips, I know I am pleasing him well. Suddenly I feel his hands in my hair, and again, I wonder how he managed to escape his restrains.

His fingers touch my cheeks as I bob and weave on his cock. I love the feel of him touching me while I am pleasuring him. He gently traces my lips as I take him in to the hilt and then raise myself to the frenulum to flick him. I wonder just how much my lover can endure.

I caress his sac, his balls haven’t really seen much attention, and to this another sigh is uttered. Gently I draw circles on each half, I don’t want to leave either side feeling neglected. I feel him get thicker in my mouth. His breathing has become more ragged, quickened, I know there isn’t much more of this that he can take.

I quicken my own pace, up down, up down, up down, around and around, bobbing as fast as I can manage… “Oh, Oh, Oh!”

I take him comletely into my mouth and swallow him, this is all he can take. He releases his delicious juice into my hungry mouth.

“MMMMM, you taste soooo good. May I have some more?”

He laughs and says, “Sure, tomorrow night.”

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Pretending to be asleep, Sally waited for the slam of the front door as her husband left for work. She then got out of bed and moved to bathroom, naked. As she glanced in the mirror she thought about Mike and what she was considering doing that day and watched her hand move slowly down her fit body to her eagerly waiting pussy…

Three weeks before, she had never even heard of Mike. Then, one evening, he had sent her an e-mail complimenting her on the story she had posted on Literotica. It started to get interesting when Mike wrote a story for Sally, which was a fantasy of all of the things that he imagined doing to her.

When she had first read it, she had got so excited that she had fingered herself until she was sore, experiencing orgasm after crashing orgasm. When she mailed Mike and told him this, he suggested that they get together and turn it into a reality so that they could both reap the rewards.

Sally replied that she was married but as the mails went on, the subject wasn’t mentioned again although many other fantasies were shared. In time the idea started to build in Sally’s mind, until two evenings ago, knowing that her husband would be working on Saturday, Sally mailed Mike and agreed to meet gaziantep escort him. The 12noon date was set for a London pub and Mike said that he would be dressed all in black…

Mike, dressed in black jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket, stood at the fruit machine, drinking his beer straight from the bottle as he played. From this vantage point he could see most of the main room of the bar reflected in the mirror on the wall facing him.

He knew nothing about Sally (apart from some of her fantasies) except the fact that she had blond hair and that she would be wearing it tied up in a pony tail. He also knew that she liked to drink red bacardi breezers.

Mike glanced at his watch – 12.10pm and the pub was quiet. The sudden realization ran through his mind; she wasn’t coming, she had lied to him. What a mug, he thought to himself. He necked the rest of his beer from the bottle in one go and turned towards the bar to get a new one.

Suddenly a blond entered the bar and walked towards the counter, looking to her left and right as she did so. Mike followed her, unable to take his eyes off the curves of her arse. It was clearly visible through the tight material of her short skirt and he could make out a very faint thong line moving up her crack towards the hem of the skirt. It was the nicest arse he’d seen in ages and he immediately got hard. His mind raced, please let it be her! He strolled to the bar to watch what she was drinking.

Sally looked around her as she entered the bar but could not see anyone dressed only in black. Quickly she decided to get a drink and then move to a quiet corner from where she could look around at leisure. As she ordered her Bacardi breezer, she was aware of someone arriving at the bar beside her. He asked for a beer in a deep (and she thought sexy) accent which she couldn’t quite place.

“Follow me, Sally” he whispered and walked towards a rear door to the bar. He led her through a beer garden to sit at an isolated table.

Sally sat opposite him. He smiled and Sally was relieved that she liked the look of him.

“I don’t really know what to say” she said awkwardly.

“Then don’t say anything, just come and sit here beside me”.

Sally felt a tingle pass through her body as she moved around the table.

Mike was pleased with what he saw. Sally was a real stunner and looked horny as hell. As she sat beside him, he gently stroked her face with both hands before moving them to the back of her neck and rubbing her skin lightly as he drew her head towards his.

Sally felt his tongue in her mouth as he kissed her deeply. “God, he doesn’t waste much time” she thought as she felt one of his hands move down her back and under her t-shirt. He continued to kiss her as he explored her skin.

Sally was nervous as it didn’t feel right to be acting like this in a garden of a pub, even though it was deserted. As he continued to kiss her mouth she opened her eyes to reassure herself that she couldn’t be seen. Although nervous she was strangely excited at the same time.

She heard herself moan and all hesitation was lost as his fingers found her bra-less breasts. Sally’s breasts were small but firm and easily the second most sensitive part of her body.

He gently squeezed her nipples and then suddenly he had lifted her t-shirt and he was gone from her mouth. In a flash, his tongue was expertly flicking across her chest. She felt herself get wetter as she grew more and more aroused and then, just as suddenly, he stopped and lowered her t-shirt.

“Please don’t stop, she thought, as he raised his head.

She saw a wicked glint in his eye which complimented his full smile as he said “don’t worry, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

To Be Continued…

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My Neighbor, My Treat

“You’ll have to come over for a minute to look at the ‘before’ and then in a couple of weeks the ‘after’ and let me know how I did.”

I was doing a small tub and shower remodel of my 40 year old house and readily will admit colors are not my thing, I am more of a numbers guy. But being single I often relied on the input of any friendly and willing female to help me avoid disaster.

But when speaking to my young neighbor, April, next door, I was always cautious about boundaries. She was married and a good 20 years younger than me so I was well aware of never coming across like my conversation was a come on. Creating problems with the neighbors was not a good idea at any time.

Plus April had shown some curiosity if not interest in me off and on for the last year. There was a light hug here, a soft touch on the arm there during conversation but never anything suggestive. We had the problem of being able to talk about anything, anytime, which could spark some jealousy if not careful. At first I think she felt sorry for me as I was older and single. But as time wore on, I was sure some mutual lust was brewing.

“How’s right now?” she asked. “Spencer is running to the mall with the kids for a bit and I’ve got some time before I start cleaning house while they are gone.”

Just then Spencer came out of the house and noticed our visiting.

“Heading out April, be back in a couple of hours,” he said.

“OK hon, running over to Sam’s for a minute first to check out his remodel project and then will be back.”

Spencer gave me a sly smile which was a bit out of the ordinary and said “Take your time. Maybe you can give him some hands on advice and brighten up his day.” With that he smiled, waved and headed out in the car.

April noticed my surprised look and waved it off. “He’s just trying to be funny, ignore him. I’ll meet you at the side gate.” Since we had been visiting over the wall between the houses, she starting walking through her yard to her side gate so she could come around to mine.

I tried not to stare but it was pretty hard not to. April is about 5 feet 5 inches tall, 125 pounds and has one of the finest figures in the neighborhood. He ass is a beautiful peach shape, with skinny waist, about 34C breasts and short curly brown hair. Matched with her blue eyes, I have had many wild fantasies in my head about being naked with her.

I vividly remember seeing her in her front yard one day bent at the waist and talking to one of her kids. She was wearing while leggings that hugged her ass beautifully. I had hoped for a little camel toe but knew she would never chance that. I had visions of walking up behind her, pulling her leggings down and fucking her from behind right there. That was my cue to divert my eyes and behave.

April looked over her shoulder to see if I was moving yet and noticed me checking out her ass but just smiled.

“Let me change out of my backyard shoes and I’ll be right there,” she said.

With that I moved to go open my side gate and there she came smiling.

“So let’s go take a look at this latest project you have going,” she said, smiling as she walked past me. In the process she ran her hand down my forearm ever so gently. This was not a friendly move, it was a flirty move and one that she had done before and something that had the power to instantly start to make my dick hard.

Not waiting for me she walked down the side yard sidewalk and turned to my French doors leading to the living room in the house. She knew I wanted to check her ass out more and let me enjoy the show.

Looking at me directly in the eyes and smiling she said, “This door or the bedroom door?”

“This door,” I said and opened it to allow her to walk through first.

“Respectable for a bachelor,” she said looking around and assessing the décor.

“Well my attitude is a house has to convey it is being lived in and not just for looks. If you can’t relax with your feet up on the ottoman and enjoy a beer, it really isn’t a home.”

With that April walked over to the love seat and pushed down on the cushions several times.

“This must be your favorite place to relax,” she said.

“I do get most of my naps taken on that. Sadly I really should get it cleaned as I always forget to put a towel down when I come in from working in the yard and it probably smells like sweat—something I can’t smell cuz I am so used to it.”

“Well men need a place in the house where they can relax,” she said.

Standing back up she walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and looked straight into my eyes.

“You can put your arms around me and pull me closer. I don’t bite,” she said. With that she pulled me close enough so her breasts were pressing against my chest, her hips up against my groin and then grabbed my hands so that each was on one cheek of her ass.

“I know you have wanted to do that for a long time,” she said, and then kissed me lightly 3 times in a row. “I’ve seen gaziantep escort you checking out my ass multiple times.”

“And don’t worry about Spencer, that’s why he gave you that funny smirk before he left. He knows I was going to see if you wanted to play with me. He banged his secretary last month without clearing it with me first so he owes me a free ticket.”

With that comment she reached in and began French kissing me, tightening our embrace further.

She wiggled her ass a bit in my hands which I took as a clue I could get a bit more aggressive. I started kneading her ass cheeks with more pressure, pulling her hips into me and grinding.

April stopped kissing long enough to whisper in my ear, “My tits could use a little attention too, if you are interested,” and then proceeded to nibble on my ear.

I moved my right hand up from her ass, up her side and on to her left breast. I started massaging it lightly at first, until I could find her nipple and focus on rubbing that between my thumb and index finger. Not easy to do since she was wearing a bra under her tank top but I reached my goal.

“Hmmmm…I like that, nice and gentle. They are a little bit sensitive today.”

I continued my massaging of her tit for a few more seconds until she pulled away from me and stared me in the face.

“You are OK with this aren’t you? I figured you would like to play if I gave you the chance but I guess I should have asked first. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Never moving my hands I looked her in the eyes and replied, “I’ve wanted to play with you for years but have tried not to create a scene or piss off your husband in the process. I like you as neighbors and want it to keep it that way. But since you cleared up the situation and why I got the little retort before he left for errands, I guess I’m good. Just promise to tell me if you get uncomfortable OK?”

With that April smiled and reached back in for another wet French kiss. Then pulling back away an inch from my lips she asked, “My guess was you were an ass man based on the way you’ve been checking me out but you seem to have some skills around the breasts too. So which are you….a tit or ass man?”

Smiling I said. “I like 3 things actually. I am mostly an ass man but I love sucking on pointy nipples and can’t get enough of a woman with a pretty face—all of which you seem to have.”

“You haven’t seen my nipples yet but we can take care of that. And thank you for the complements.”

With that she gave me one more kiss and then backed away saying, “So where is this remodel you wanted my input on or was that a ploy to get me alone in your house?”

I chuckled and said, “No there really is a remodel.”

“Master or guest bath?”

“Master. Guest bath is after that cuz no one uses that right now so no need to spend the money just yet on that.”

With that she took her arms from around my neck, grabbed my left hand with hers and said, “OK, let’s go take a look” and started leading the way to the master as if she had been in my house before.

As we walked down the short hallway, she was already assessing the décor in the master bedroom.

“I like the blue paint, and nice king bed but you could really use some drapes in here to warm it up” she said. “The blinds are functional but kind of clinical.”

“You’ve got lots of drawer space in here. If I open this one will I find some of your girlfriend’s panties or PJ’s?” With that she took it upon herself to open one of the bureau drawers but found nothing in there.

“Nope, no girlfriend so no female undies, especially since I don’t wear them,” I said chuckling.

“Yeah,” April said. “I know you like the boxer briefs. And you never wear underwear when you work in yard do you?” This girl had been watching me more than I thought.

“No things move pretty freely when I am out in the yard.”

“But I never see you with a hard on when you are in the yard.” I should have been surprised when I heard that comment but wasn’t, we just didn’t seem to have those typical kind of boundaries you would expect. It just seemed like a natural part of a normal conversation.

“I have to watch that cuz then I would have to come inside to take care of myself and that might be pretty obvious,” I said.

Grinning April faced me, put both hands on each side of my shirt and started lifting. “Let’s get this shirt off.”

Once off, she placed it nicely on the bed and then put both hands on my chest and started rubbing them on me.

“I like a nice hairy chest. Your exercises are paying off,” she said, as she lightly squeezed my pecs. “Like this?” she asked.

“You will get no complaints from me,” I said.

April then slowly moved her hands down my chest until she reached the belt buckle on my shorts. Staring straight in my eyes again and smiling, she whispered, “Your pants need to come off too.”

She easily undid my belt but needed a little help with the button on the waist. She unzipped my shorts and they fell to the ground.

“See I was right, boxer briefs,” she said and then proceeded to run her right hand gently up and down my cock through my underwear. Looking me in the eyes she just smiled, knowing she was teasing me.

“I thought we came back here to check out the old bath fixtures and discuss my decorating choices? Plus I’m thinking you are a bit over dressed now compared to me,” I said. She could tell she was getting to me as my breathing was getting heavier and was noticeable in the tone of my conversation.

“I’ll catch up in just a minute,” April said. Then she pulled the waist band of my underwear out and slid her right hand down in to my briefs until she grabbed a hold of my now half hard cock. She stroked my cock up and down about 4 times before removing her hand and took one step back from me. “Nice,” was all she said.

Looking directly at me she put both of her hands at the bottom of her tank top, lifted it over her head and dropped it on the floor.

Reaching behind her back she undid the clasp of her bra and then just held it in place for minute.

“Ready to check out those nipples you were so interested in earlier?” she asked. I just nodded an she dropped the bra onto the floor, exposing a set of natural tits with half dollar size areolas topped with erect, pencil eraser type of nipples.

She put a hand under each breast and gently squeezed them, pushing the nipples out at my direct gaze.

“Do you want to suck them?”

I didn’t say a word, just bent my head down until I had her left nipple in my mouth and gently started to lick around the nipple and suck.

April put her right hand on the back of my neck an gently started massaging it, holding my head in place at the same time.

“That’s good baby, suck my tits. I love having my tits sucked,” she said.

My dick was really starting to grow harder now as I now moved over to her right breast and began sucking on that nipple.

“Oh yeah, that’s it….” She said. “You can go a little harder if you like.”

I increased my suction slightly, knowing that too much pressure could quickly make something pleasurable turn into something painful if I was not careful.

I put my hands on her waist, initially to just maintain balance but now started to slip them under the waist band of her leggings and pushing it down so I could get them on her naked ass. Her skin was so soft it was amazing! I massaged each ass cheek with their own hand, then moved my right index finger to the crack of her ass and started running it up and down.

“So are you replacing both the tub and shower?” she asked.

I stopped briefly and looked up at her with a funny look, leaving a wet and excited nipple alone for a second.

“I can check your old design out just by looking over your head silly. Now, tub and shower or are you taking the tub out completely?” she asked.

“Tub and shower both being replaced,” I said and went back to sucking on the nipple I just abandoned a few seconds ago.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” she said. “What color is the new enclosure going to be?”

“Blue onyx,” I replied. I now pulled her leggings down, fully exposing her ass cheeks though still out of my view and started to test the waters further by using my right index finger to locate her ass hole, to see how sensitive she was to ass play. This might be my only chance to ever play with April and I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained. Plus how else was I going to find out her limits?

She did have a reaction to my new probing but it was nothing more than a slight surprise.

“You do like asses, don’t you?” she said. “Tub with jets or no?”

“No jets,” I said, “just a soaker tub that can hold two. I didn’t want to do what everyone else in the neighborhood was doing just so my house would be a bit different when I sell it someday.” I had quit sucking her nipples to respond to her questions so was looking at her in the face again while we conversed, but never taking my hands off her ass.

Her breathing was getting a bit heavier now as well. Both nipples were erect and wet and her hands were now back on my chest, gently rubbing.

“So far it sounds like a nice plan but I think I need to get a different look at it, from a slightly different angle rather than from just over your shoulder,” she said.

With that comment, she gave me a quick peck on the lips and ran her hands down to the waist band of my briefs and dropped to her knees in front of me. She put one hand each on the side of my briefs and pulled them down to my ankles, never taking her eyes of my now exposed cock.

“This is what I have been wanting to get a look at and taste for the longest time,” she said and took my cock into her mouth, beginning to take long strokes up and down it.

“Oh fuck,” was all I could mutter. For most men there is no finer image of having a beautiful woman with her mouth around your cock, sucking you and getting pleasure from it.

“Hmmmm, your cock tastes good. You have a nice cock, nice head…” and then she continued her back and forth motions, up and down my cock. “Balls are hairy too.”

“Is that good or bad?” I asked. When you’re a single guy with a limited dating schedule, regular manscaping does not jump up on the to-do list very often.

“I like it but I like hairy men,” she said looking up at me. “I don’t mind pulling a stray hair out of my mouth once in a while.” She then lifted my ball sack to her mouth and started licking my balls. At the same time she took her other hand and reached around to grab my ass and pull me closer. “Do you like this?” she asked.

All I could do was moan. Most women don’t voluntarily go down on a man’s balls and sometimes not even when asked to. Let’s face it, they are not the prettiest body part but they do have their share of nerve endings and are one more source of pleasure.

“Hell yes,” I said. “But I thought you were going to get another look at my remodel project?” I said in a teasing way.

“I am,” she said, stopping her licking for a moment. “I can see everything I need to right between your legs. You are putting in a seat so your new lady friends can shave their legs without falling down in the shower aren’t you?”

She put my cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking while I answered her.

“Oh, absolutely,” I said. “Fuck you suck cock good!” Maybe not very good grammar but my brains had definitely moved south by now.

“Good,” she said taking my cock out of her mouth and looking up at me. “Do you want to fuck me or cum in my mouth? I’m not thinking you’re going to last much longer if I keep this up,” she grinned.

“Fuck you,” I said without hesitation.

With that April stood up and proceeded to take her leggings all the way off so she was completely naked in front of me. I hadn’t paid attention before but now noticed she did have a small landing strip above her pussy. Similar to her, I like women who are a bit hairy and not totally shaved. Sounds old school but I do prefer feeling like I am having sex with a woman and not a grade schooler—unless that is the theme of the date, so to speak.

April stood close to me again, her left arm around my neck pulling me close for another kiss and here right hand reaching down to hold my cock again, gently stroking it to make sure the erection didn’t go anywhere.

After a couple of light kisses, she looked me in the eyes an asked, “How do you want me?”

She could tell from looking at me about 50 ideas went immediately through my head and I was having a tough time deciding.

“And forget about being a gentleman,” she said. “This may be our only chance together so fill your fantasy. Just no anal. I enjoy anal play but having a dick up there is not one of your choices for today.”

“May be some time in the future?” I asked, looking at her face with a questioning grin.

“Well if Spencer comes home again with his dick smelling like strange pussy, there might be a return visit in the future Sam but I wouldn’t count on it. He may have learned his lesson from his last little tryst. Now how do you want me? I need that dick of yours inside me,” she said smiling and gently putting a little more pressure on my cock with her hand.

“Doggy,” I said.

With that she gave me a quick kiss and moved on to the bed, ass up and shoulders on the bed.

“How’s this?” she asked.

“Perfect,” I said. “You have a beautiful pussy. I love your lips.” I reached out and put my left hand on her ass and gently massaged her pussy with my right. More than anything I wanted to make sure she was wet enough to fuck and I didn’t need to grab the lube. But also because I knew her pussy would be soft to the touch and I wanted to experience that.

“Do you want me to lick you first?” I asked.

“No, just fuck me now,” she said.

I got on the bed behind and ran my cock head up and down her pussy to get it wet first. But she was ready and reached between her legs to grab my cock and help line it up.

“Now push,” she said and I eased my cock into her wet pussy.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Just right, nice and slow for a minute. God your cock feels amazing!”

As I began slowly fucking her, I could not help but look at my cock going in and out between her pussy lips. I discovered accidently years ago that I like pussy lips that get extended when my partner is excited and have yet to meet a woman whose lips were too big for me. I guess women get concerned with the look of their pussy much like man get concerned that their cock might not be big enough for their partner. As you get older you start to understand that is wasted time, enjoying your partner during the moment is what is important. Now I see it as flattering that I can get my partner so excited that it engorges their pussy.

“Well it appears there is no need for lube,” I said jokingly, noting the wet sounds coming from her pussy as I moved in and out.

“Nope,” she said. “I have been dripping ever since I walked in to your house thinking about this. I might get a little noisy as I get wetter, just to warn you.”

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Wedding night

Roshni

Roshni had received a marriage proposal from Aarav, her dad’s friend’s son. They had met in a coffee shop for the first time and soon hit it off. They spoke for hours together as if they were old friends. Roshni had always wanted her husband to be more of a friend. She knew she had found her ‘Guy’ and soon they were engaged. After 6 months into courtship, they were married.

Sitting in their car, as they head to the hotel room for their wedding night, Roshni was reminiscing everything that led to this day. The last few months had moved so fast like it was a roller coaster. As her thoughts moved towards the night that was about to happen, she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach.

She had dated a few guys but nothing can prepare a girl for ‘The’ night can it? She was raised in a family where speaking about sex was frowned upon. So it felt extremely awkward when her mother tried to explain about the birds and the bees a few days prior to the wedding.

Her words ‘he puts his thing… down there’ felt so embarrassing that Roshni had pushed her out of her room. ‘Mom! Stop it! She had exclaimed. She had watched a few movies to know what goes where and she didn’t need to endure this.

She looked at Aarav sitting next to her. Tall and athletic, he looked handsome in his wedding attire. She wanted to kiss him right there. Just looking at him made her hotter. She felt things she couldn’t explain in words.

She found him smiling at himself. Is he thinking what I’m thinking? Is he as nervous as I am? She wondered.

Aarav

Aarav’s parents had been pestering him to get married from the past few months. He was irritated at them. He surely didn’t want to give up his bachelor life for 2 more years. But his mom had played the emotional card and he was forced to meet Roshni. He wanted to explain to her that he didn’t want to get married but had forgotten to do so. He was so drawn towards this pretty girl. She was smart and so full of life that he had found himself falling for her. And much to his surprise he found himself saying ‘yes’ to the marriage.

During the time of courtship, he and Roshni had grown closer to each other. Texting late nights, calling each other incessantly, romantic outings, movies. He had flirted with her. There was obviously that sexual tension between the two, but neither had tried to speak openly about it. So the only experience the two had done was sending out kissing emoticons on whats app.

As his wedding night grew closer, his buddies had teased him. The usual banter from the men. One had even gone as far as gifting 100 packs of condoms! “This is my gift gaziantep escort for you. The best gift you can get” He had shouted. Fucking ass. Aarav found himself smiling at his idiocy. But he saw a nervous look on Roshni’s face. She looked cute.

Few Hours later

Finally, the newly married couple were in their room, all relaxed and alone. No nosy friends or cousins to tease them.

It took Aarav only a minute or two to change from his wedding clothes. He was already dialling the room service to order dinner while Roshni was still contemplating how to remove all her jewellery. Damn, the life of men is so easy she complained in her head.

She was only half done removing her jewellery when Aarav came behind her and hugged her. “Do you want any help?” he asked.

She wasn’t going to give in so easily. “No I can do it” She said pushing him away playfully.

He pulled her back into his arms… “You look so beautiful today babe. Your beautiful saree, the red lipstick to go with it.. God, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Do you know what I want to do to you?” Aarav tightened his arms around Roshni.

“What?” Roshni replied meekly.

“All I could think of looking at your lips was to kiss them” Aarav kissed her right cheek. He placed a second kiss, this time closer to her lips. He turned her head towards him. They could feel each other’s breath with lips only a few cm away from each other’s. Slow ragged breath. Aarav moves in…

Buzzzzz “Sir, room service”

Roshni immediately pushes Aarav away. Aarav reluctantly heads to the door cursing the guy for the wrong timing, while Roshni gathers her breath. They haven’t even kissed and she is already so hot and bothered.

Roshni finishes removing her jewellery, freshens up and comes back to the room. Aarav had already laid out the food on the table. They had ordered a simple dinner as they had had enough sweets and heavy meals at the wedding.

They were talking random things from the wedding and enjoying the meal. When Roshni asked Aarav

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh I am. Am just waiting for you to finish your dinner so that I can eat you” Aarav flashed his bright smile.

He took her hand and pulled her towards him making her sit on his lap.

“Aarav..”

“Yes my love?” He started kissing her cheek and nibbling at her neck. He was placing soft and gentle kisses on her neck. He would alternate between nibbling at her ears and kissing her.

He turned her head towards him.

“Baby have your dinn..” Before she could complete, Aarav placed a full kiss on her lips. He held her face firmly and continued to kiss. Roshni didn’t realise when she parted her lips letting him suck her tender lips. First upper lips and then her lower lips. He would sometimes bite her lower lip gently. He broke the kiss for a second tilted her head and then locked his mouth completely on hers. She felt his tongue slip past her lips and into her mouth. He started exploring her mouth with his tongue. Soon their tongues were playing with each other.

He kissed her chin and Roshni involuntarily pushed her head back, eyes closed. He kissed her neck. Planting kisses all along he started tracing her skin down to the nape of her neck reaching her shoulders. He bit her there. This time not so gently. Roshni felt a sting of pain but not too much. She noted that it was in fact pleasurable. Her first love bite. He had marked her his.

Aarav kissed her collarbone and went further down pushing her pallu over her heaving chest. He kissed and traced the green nerves on her chest. Roshni didn’t realise when he undid the strings on the back of her blouse, but she felt it falling down her shoulders. She kept her eyes shut. But she knew her upper body was exposed to her husband. And Aarav was eyeing her.

Roshni gasped when she felt Aarav’s hands cup her breasts. 34B. She wasn’t huge but she did have generous breasts which she was proud of. Aarav felt her tits from her bra. Even with the bra, he could feel her nipple poking his palms. He kissed her chest in between her tits while at the same time unhooking her bra. Roshni’s upper body was fully exposed now. She could feel the cool air from the AC caress her nipple. She felt her nipple getting harder.

Aarav cupped her bare tits. He first felt their weight. Next he squeezed them. And later, he mashed them both together. He wrapped his palms squeezing out her nipples. He kissed her nipple and found her shudder. Using his tongue he licked her areolas. He was drawing wet circles around her nipple. Finally he took her entire nipple in his mouth. He started sucking it as if she had some milk to feed him. He would alternative from one nipple to the other. Cupping, squeezing and playing with each tit. By the time he decided to move on, her nipples were red and aching.

The next few seconds went like a daze for Roshni. Aarav pulled Roshni to her feet. He pulled the pleats of her saree dragging it down. He lifted her and took her to the bed. Within minutes he was out of his clothes and only in his boxers.

He got onto the bed and started from where he had left off. Kissing her tits. But he soon moved onto her tummy. And then her navel. And then further down.

He kissed her thighs and moved to the insides making Roshni tremble with fear and anticipation. He was so close to her treasure.

She felt her panties being pulled. Although shy she couldn’t stop him. She tried to close her legs tight shut but he pulled them apart. He touched her most sensitive part making her shudder. She was wet. God. She was flooding. He rubbed her already swollen lips up and down and when he went all the way up he pressed onto her clit making her gasp and moan. She felt his hands move away. Nooo she thought.

She opened her eyes to see him stripping his boxers. She immediately turned her head away. But that 1 sec was enough to register the image of his penis. It was thick. Long. And hard. No. It was a cock. Her cock. To please.

Aarav got on top of Roshni. He kissed her lips tenderly. He started rubbing up and down just enough for his penis to slip up and down her slit. He felt his cock getting wet from her juices. He held his cock in one hand and aimed it at Roshni’s hole. But he didn’t push. He waited and waited teasing her.

“Open your eyes sweetheart” he said. Roshni just nodded her head left to right saying no.

Aarav slowly dragged his cock from deep down her slit to all the way up till her clit.

He knelt next to her ears “do you like it? Do you like my cock rubbing against you like this?” He rubbed while he kept asking her. His manly voice felt heavy. Full of lust.

“Don’t you want to feel my cock inside you?” He poked his cock at her entrance. “Don’t you want to know how my cock feels inside you? Ask me for it” he commanded.

Roshni was quivering now… “ple..as.e…” was all she could muster.

Aarav pushed his hungry cock into Roshni’s pussy. ‘Ahh’ She felt his cock stretch her. And he felt her pussy coat his cock with her slick wetness. He pulled and pushed back. Slowly at first. And gradually started picking the pace. Roshni was quick to learn and she was bucking and pushing her hips up to meet his downward thrust.

He kept pumping his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy giving her his everything. Roshni hugged Aarav wrapping her hands behind his back and legs behind his ass.

The bed was shaking. The couple were sweating and panting. The room was filled with moaning sounds. Aarav started pumping with all his might. Lifting his ass up and pushing down with all his force. Roshni’s pussy was squeezing his cock. Not wanting to let it go. And when Aarav pulled his cock almost out of Roshni’s wet pussy and shoved it balls deep into her hole, Roshni felt her entire body shake. She started shuddering and orgasming on her husband’s thick meaty cock. This ticked Aarav who started cumming inside Roshni but didn’t stop fucking her. He kept pumping stream after stream of cum inside Roshni. And Roshni just kept milking him and letting him fill her pussy with more cum.

Finally the couple lay wasted. With Aarav on top. Both hugged tight with Aarav’s cock still inside Roshni’s pussy

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