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Recently I had gotten restless. I love my husband, we have an amazing marriage and our bedroom life is sweet, passionate, even mind blowing at times. It was just that I wanted to try something different. My husband and I are both very open minded people and after talking to him about this new need, he suggested browsing craigslist personal ads for fun at least. We looked online together, browsed through one after another in many different categories- seeking a man, a woman, or a couple that caught our eye. There were a few ads that stood out to me with higher potential. I responded tentatively to three different people and with nothing more I could do, went on with my evening. The next day, when my hectic schedule lessened, I jumped on our email account to see what had come in today. I was surprised that I had a couple responses from the craigslist ads already. I was excited to respond even if this didn’t go anywhere, flirting is always good for the soul. I wrote back to each with more detail about myself and what I wanted to experience sexually, what turned me on and what didn’t. I attached a pic to each and sent them back out into cyber space.

As the day progressed, I found myself checking my email more and more frequently. In the late afternoon I got an answer back from a young lady who wanted the same thing I did, to spice it up. She was married with children as well but was looking for fun on the side without her husband’s consent. I thanked my stars that I had a man I could be open with throughout this process, I was already excited to tell him all about my correspondence from this day. This woman had sent a picture back and although she wasn’t a size 1 supermodel, she was absolutely stunning. She was native american and had long shiny black hair. Her waist had a little more padding on it from childbearing but I found that extremely attractive since I was in the same boat. She was 5’5″ and looked to have c cup breasts, all in all she had a very sweet yet sexy look to her. I wrote back right away to tell her how beautiful she truly was and answer some of the questions she had asked me in her email. I had been scared that she wouldn’t even respond to me after I had sent her my photo. I’m not unattractive but I do have self esteem issues since my body wasn’t back to it’s pre baby state. I have b cup breasts, a narrow physique other than the 7 extra pounds that seems to never leave my midsection, dark brown hair and eyes, and at 5’2″ my husband likes to call me travel sized.

I was lost in self analysis when an email popped into my inbox. She had written back with specific details of what she’d like to do with me, I have to say I needed a cold shower or a good fuck soon with the images that were building in my head. She escort wanted to know my real name since so far we hadn’t exchanged our private information. Also she wanted my number so we didn’t have to keep using email. I tried to stay calm but my heart was racing a million miles an hour as I typed in my name and number. As I hit send I knew there was no going back now. I almost expected a call right away and tried not to be too disappointed when that didn’t happen, after all we are both mothers with hectic schedules and her husband was probably home so she wasn’t free to pursue our little tryst at the moment. I reluctantly got back into my normal routine of homework, housework, and dinner.

After the kids were in school the next morning and my husband was off to work, that’s when I got a call. I almost didn’t answer since I didn’t know the number but then my email from the day before flashed through my mind. I was immediately nervous and excited when I heard a woman’s voice on the other end of the line. As I talked I paced the room. Her name was Natalie and she lived about two hours away from me. Her husband wasn’t quite as attentive to her needs as mine was, so she had started looking outside the home for what she needed. We talked for so long that I was afraid my cell phone would die on me. It was an easy going conversation, we talked about every mundane thing you could think of, but it was relaxed and genuine as we chatted. We could both tell there was a strong connection and before we got off the phone the conversation had turned a bit steamier. Mostly we repeated things we had said in our emails to each other about what we wanted to get out of this, what turned us on and so on. As we talked, images of this sexy woman ravishing me kept playing in my head.

As soon as the phone was hung up, I rubbed my clit like it was life or death and I climaxed within a couple minutes while replaying her sultry voice in my head. We had ended up setting a meeting time for a couple weekends later. Natalie was going to drive halfway and I would meet her for lunch and see how our chemistry was in person. I became more and more nervous as the time grew near but as soon as we met face to face and she gave me a big hug, I was able to fully relax. Lunch went great and we ended up walking and talking all afternoon. Then instead of meeting up later to take this to the next level, we decided to seize the chance we had right then. Natalie had told her husband she was meeting an old friend to catch up, so when she called to get out of going home that day, she told him we were still catching up and decided to make a weekend out of it. I told my husband the truth and he was all grins, even on the phone I could tell that.

We got a cheap bursa eve gelen escort motel room and locked ourselves inside with the do not disturb sign hanging on the door. My nerves struck up again but she was gentle and patient with me. She had been with a girl before years back so was experienced. We took things almost at a crawl, one step at a time, just enjoying each other and our time together. We started by sitting together on the bed and lightly kissing. The kisses were soft and warm and soon my body seemed to be on fire. Her lips became more aggressive as time went on and her tongue made its way into my mouth. I immediately responded in kind and our kissing became passionate and full of the need we were feeling. Our hands moved up and down each other’s bodies, exploring each inch of the other woman. As our mouths parted, hers lowered down to start kissing my neck. A trail of kisses was left from my neck to my breasts to my stomach then my thighs and slowly onto my wet crotch.

Natalie sat back up, letting her hands trail over my back roughly. Then we were making out again. The next time we broke apart I took advantage of exploring her body with my lips. I made the same trail she did but lingered longer on each spot, loving the feel of her. As I sat back up, she took the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. She pressed her body against mine as she reached behind me to unclasp my bra. As it fell away, I felt extremely exposed. Before shyness could overtake me though, Natalie leaned close to my ear and told me how beautiful I was, then she sucked gently on each nipple, circling them with her tongue. I removed her shirt and bra after that and let my hands massage her breasts, playing with each darkened nipple. I decided to keep going since my courage was holding up and I leaned her back on the bed to get her shoes, socks, pants and underwear all off.

I let my hands trace up her legs, enjoying the smooth feeling of her skin. She was incredibly soft and I couldn’t get enough of feeling her body from top to bottom. As my hands roamed they would pass her pussy which was mostly clean shaven, just a small patch of hair left. I let my hands rub over her pussy the first few times, then I let a finger slide in ever so slowly. She was very wet for me and just that thought got me going even more. I moaned with her as I pushed my fingers inside of her folds. I let my finger pump in and out, then I pulled my finger out and tasted it. It was different but nice and I sucked my finger clean. Natalie sat up and pulled my shoes off next, she continued till I was fully naked before her. She didn’t rub my body or finger me, she leaned down and let her görükle escort mouth start to pleasure me right away. I gasped with the first sensation of her soft lips on my sensitive clit, then laid back and let the sensation wash over me as she devoured my wet cunt like a pro.

I came quickly and I came hard. My hips bucked up against her face as she continued to eat me out and I let everyone within three doors of us know how pleased I was. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her neck and we kissed deeply. I could taste my own juices on her tongue. She pulled me up so I was practically sitting on her lap, then moved one of each of our legs so we were tangled together. We rocked back and forth as we french kissed, our pussies rubbing together so hard they could start a fire. I had never felt anything to compare with this new sensation and my body responded with loud wet noises as we pressed into each other. She came first this way, but we just kept going. I came next but neither of us stopped. We were drenched in sweat and grasping each other to keep going as our fourth orgasms hit us in this position.

We fell back on the bed and held each other as we drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the night I woke up to a pussy on my face while her mouth was eating me out. I held her hips and started working her over with my tongue at first, then I would suck hard on her clit and repeat this process all over again. I came hard and she licked me the entire time I did. She came twice which made me feel good about my new found skill. When we were side by side again with our heads on the same pillow, our mouths connected and our hands seemed to have a mind of their own. We made out like teenagers in that motel room. For well over an hour we enjoyed each others bodies this way. Our kissing got slower and gentler as time went on and we grew tired. We ended up falling asleep with our lips still pressed against each other.

Morning came quickly and I awoke first. I lay there looking at her naked body in the light and admiring her female form. Then I took the initiative and went down on her. She woke up moaning and was soon clutching the pillow as she orgasmed to my tongue exploring her wetness. We went in to shower together and ended up fingering each other for most the time. Natalie knelt down and pressing her face hard against my aching pussy let me cum three different times as I ran my hands through her hair with my eyes shut and head thrown back. I tried to return the favor but she wouldn’t let me, just wanted to give me that pleasure. We had to check out soon after and for the next few hours we spent talking over lunch. As we separated to head back to our own lives we decided to do this again as soon as we could. She agreed to come to my house next time and let my husband watch while our kids would be at a babysitters. She even promised to bring a strap on she had from her previous relationship with a woman. I drove back home in pure bliss hardly able to wait to tell my waiting husband every detail and jump his bones.

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…This looks interesting! It’s the third season of some show named “Turbo”, which you’ve never heard of – but it’s gotta be super old, since it’s on VHS here. That means it’s vintage! This is so exciting. Hopefully it’ll still make sense without the last two seasons.

You slide the tape into the VHS player, and the boxy TV’s screen comes to life. A thirty second tinny theme song starts playing. It’s set to loop, but really badly, and the cut is super noticeable. Your eyes are filled with invasive, bright, and overly-contrasting colours on the episode select screen. Yep, it’s vintage! This is gonna rock.

You have to bend over the press the buttons on the TV and select episode one, and then you quickly run back across the room to plop yourself down on your bed to get a good view of the TV. You don’t want to miss a second! Oh, maybe you should’ve made some food for yourself. Food would’ve been awesome. Anyway, it’s too late now, because the episode’s already starting! The cheesy opening theme song and credits play, and then the episode begins.

Right, so, quick study session! From the opening, you’re pretty sure that the main character’s this woman named Alice Svenches, who’s played by some lady named Jeanette Walker that you’ve never heard of, because her name came up first. Other than her, nobody stood out except for Debbie Vogue, played by Kirsten Carter, because she has the same name as you. She’s your favourite. That’s already two characters learned!

The episode starts with some black-and-white clips of the previous season, as a voice over recaps the story so far. To sum it up, Alice had just been hired by a super-duper rich guy to keep his daughter in check, because she goes out too much and too long most nights of the week. Alice laughs elegantly from across the restaurant table.

“With what you’re offering to pay me, how could I refuse?” A tinny laugh track starts playing. It’s cut off about halfway through. “Besides… she should be easy pickings for me. I’ve done work as a babysitter before, you know – this’ll be easy.”

The scene changes to the rich father talking sternly with his daughter, who has her arms crossed with a pout. Hey, it’s Debbie Vogue! You know that character.

“But dad, I don’t need a babysitter – I’m already 18!”

“And a turboslut, honey.” Her father interjects, which kicks off another laughtrack. This time it’s not cut off early. “I’ve spoken with Alice already, and my decision is final – she’s more than capable of taming you.”

Debbie groans. “Daaaad!” She complains. The studio audience starts applauding and wooping as the camera pans out, and the scene changes once again to a shot of the door, now in colour.

DING-DONG

The doorbell rings. The rich father looks over towards it, pulls on his coat, and walks to open it. Alice stands in the doorway, wearing a form-fitting white turtleneck which goes down over her hips. The camera pans up her entire body, clearly making a show of it – her body is almost the perfect hourglass. She has wide, breeding hips, and from the sense of things it seems like they’ve been well-used. Alice Svenches gives off an enticing, playfully authoritative air of experience and royalty.

The camera pauses a while on her curvy chest, clearly defined by the tight turtleneck sweater, then quickly pans up to her face as she speaks her first line of the episode.

“I’m here to handle your problem.” She purrs out in a melodic voice. “Your babysitter’s here to teach that daughter of yours a little lesson.”

“Yes, great.” The rich father nods, bending down to pick up his suitcase. “From now on, teach her her lessons on time – you nearly made me late for my meeting!”

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that.” Alice smiles and steps into the house, looking up towards the top end of the stairs. “I love a good meating myself, you know~.”

“Fantastic.” The rich father glances at his watch beneath the sleeve of his blazer, then steps outside of the house. “It’s 7pm now, I’ll be back at 11 – make sure my sweet Debbie doesn’t leave the house, you hear?”

Alice, still looking up the stairs, licks her lips and nods. The father leaves, closing the door behind him. With a smile, Alice starts slowly and elegantly creeping her way up to stairs and towards Debbie’s room to give her her greetings.

Tiptoeing up to the door and slowly opening it with a creak, Alice eyes the bedroom through the slit opened between the doorway and the door. The lights are on, but it looks like Debbie’s sleeping… in preparation for a long night out, perhaps? That won’t do!

Alice creeps into the room, one hand behind her back. Debbie’s passed out on top of her bedsheets, curled into a nice ball facing towards the door. As Alice draws nearer, bursa escort she reveals her hand from behind her back – she’s carrying a bright green dollar store flyswatter with her, which she sets down gently on the bed beside Debbie before getting her hands involved in professionally unbuckling the 18-year-old’s short shorts and pulling them down to her knees.

With a superior smile, Alice presses a finger up against Debbie’s exposed entrance, tracing its length erotically. Applying some force, her digit slips within the pussy. Debbie moans cutely in her sleep, rolling onto her back as Alice takes a position atop her hips, sliding the fingers slowly in and out of the tight folds with a gentle schlicking sound all the while.

When Debbie stays under, asleep atop the bed, Alice’s smile spreads wider and her insertions grow faster – adding a second finger and pushing with more force. Each time her hand bottoms out within Debbie’s depths, Alice rubs at Debbie’s clit with the soft tip of her thumb. At this, Debbie starts to heat up, thought still asleep. Beads of sweat start appearing on her forehead and a warm blush takes to her face, as her hips begin rolling back against the intruding digits on autopilot. Her gentle moans turn into light pants as her body overheats and the intensity increases.

Suddenly, with once final forceful shove of the two intruders, including Alice’s thumb pressing down and holding Debbie’s clit, the girl jolts into an upright sitting position beneath the beautiful woman who mounts her, hands flat against the bed and bleary eyes suddenly wide open – right after jolting herself awake, Debbie’s eyes half-lid and her lips close tightly together in a squeak, as she cums against the probing fingers – she almost looks ready to go back to sleep on the bed, but Alice has other plans.

Debbie shudders as the electric pleasure from her orgasm makes its way up her body. After cutely crying out in a second squeak, a long moan escapes her mouth as Alice slowly retracts her fingers from Debbie’s passage.

Holding them up to the light for inspection, she then moves them to press against the lips of the barely-there girl she sits atop.

“Suck them clean.”

Not present enough to disobey, Debbie parts her lips enough for the fingers to enter her mouth. As Alice slides them in and out, rubbing against the lips erotically as if it were a second pussy for Debbie, the young girl cannot help but suck against them and make use of her tongue to clean the juices off of the digits which had her spraying in her bed.

Once Alice is content with the work, she retracts her fingers from the mouth, dragging them out through the lips as Debbie suckles against them as if wanting to keep them there. Wiping off the saliva-covered fingers against Debbie’s shirt-covered chest, Alice grabs her cheeks with her other hands and gives her firm, but loving, instructions.

“Don’t swallow it just yet – and don’t you dare spit!”

With that, and no doubt as to whether or not the girl will comply, Alice removes herself from the sitting girl’s hips to kneel on the bed beside her. Gently pressing a hand against her chest to lie her back, she then rolls Debbie over so that she’s face down on the sheet covers. The wild girl’s short shorts still hang around her knees, bent inwards now as she lies there.

Grabbing a handful of the plump ass, Alice smiles down at the girl. Her other hand reaches for the flyswatter, taking a good grip on it before bringing it down mercilessly against the bare bottom several times. Debbie’s “mmph!”s of protest are muffled by the soft pillows which her face is pressed into, the slapping sound ringing out across the room as a faint sting takes to her backside.

“Hussy bitch. This is where you belong…” Alice gloats, bringing the flyswatter down against the bulbous excess flesh one final time.

Alice yanks Debbie, sore and confused, into a sitting position facing the other direction. Grabbing her by the face once more, Alice turns the girl’s head so that they are locked in eye contact. She takes a moment to relish in the look of surprised submission in this supposed giga-tramp’s eyes. She definitely wasn’t expecting to wake up to this… probably thought her father’d hired some stacked old bimbo pushover.

“Swallow.” The superior woman commands. Debbie immediately and without question gulps down the juices that she’d been holding in her mouth. At this, to reward the girl, Alice pulls her face in for a passionate and dominant kiss – Debbie cannot help herself but reciprocate.

Alice pulls back after several seconds of sloppy kissing, smirking as Debbie continues trying to make out with the empty air for a few more seconds after, before reaching down to rub bursa escort bayan slowly against her own loins through the crotch of her pants.

“You got me all wet too…” Alice says thoughtfully, looking down at her covered crotch. Then, with a dominant smile, her head comes back up to lock eye contact with Debbie. “Service your new mistress.” She commands.

Like a zombie, Debbie flops off of the bed and onto the floor onto her hands and knees. From there, she crawls submissively towards the edge of the bed which Alice swings around to sit on, legs dangling off the edge, until Debbie’s head stops between her babysitter’s knee.

“I-I think I used to – hear stories about you, all over town, and the stuff you’ve done…” Debbie explains, barely coherent, as Alice removes her pants and throws them over to sit by the door. She had no need for them now.

“Get to work, bitch.” Alice commands. She doesn’t care whether or not Debbie knows of her past conquests and sluttery – she just needs to get off, and keep this turboslut inside the house and subservient to her, the ultimate turboslut.

Without needing any further prompting, Debbie leans in to hold her face against the crotch of her babysitter, passionately wriggling her tongue inside of the well-used folds and eating out the domina of a woman.

“Mmmm…” Alice moans through her lips, letting herself lie back against the bed. She’d give Debbie this, she sure was talented with her tongue – she was reaching every spot of her depths divinely.

As Alice lies back on the bed, pleasure flooding her system from the obedient tongue flicking around inside of her lower end, she reaches up to run a hand through her hair in ecstasy.

“Yes… service me… you’re all mine…” She mutters quietly as Debbie’s tongue probes the inside of her. Slurping becomes audible as the girl redoubles her efforts to please her new babysitter, tongue going ever deeper within. “All mine…” Alice repeats, as her heart starts picking up speed within her chest. She can hear its powerful thumming in her ears as she shuts her eyes and pushes down against the soft bed which she lies atop.

Debbie’s face presses against Alice’s inner thighs, gently at first, but then forcefully as she forces her thrashing tongue as deep as it will go – the tip of it gives a small lick to Alice’s womb, forcing the older woman’s eyes to shoot wide open at the sudden increased intensity of her eating out.

“ohh… OH!!” She cries out in surprised shock, face a frozen mask of pleasure and horror.

No, wait, I can’t cum now – it’s too soon! Alice thinks desperately, unblinking as her eyelids remain as far apart as they can stretch from each other. Sh-she won’t respect me if I… w-won’t respect my power i-if she can… if she can just… if she can make me… t-too soon-!!

Alice’s mouth opens into a wide “O” as she at first starts to moan, but it quickly turns into a pleasurable scream as the bratty assault on her womb continues relentlessly. The scream doesn’t last long though – Alice is quickly silenced, face frozen in that comical expression, as scream abruptly cuts off. Her top half lies back against the bed limply, as her hips buck helplessly up in her unexpected, early, earth-shattering orgasm against the face of the girl she came to babysit.

Once the spraying and bucking subsides, Debbie pulls her face back and her mouth away, which she wipes at with a grin as she overlooks the frozen figure sprawled out on the bed before her. Both hands on the woman’s bare thighs, to help her shove her face as deep as it would go, Debbie gives a quick pulsing squeeze of each leg to check for any signs of life – nothing. Her grin widens as she stands up to get a bird’s eye view.

“I honestly expected more…” She complains through a fake pout, tracing a finger across her babysitter’s face. Her eyes still wide in shock, and mouth hanging open, completely frozen in that hilarious mix of surprise and bliss. Completely unresponsive from within her orgasmic trance.

Debbie smiles again, eyes dragging themselves away from Alice’s body and towards the dollar store flyswatter which lies on the bed beside her.

“So you think you can just call me a bitch and get away with it, huh?”

Taking the flyswatter in both hands by the wrong end, she positions herself between Alice’s dangling legs once again, looking over the flimsy green handle pointed away from her. She uses her foot to push the legs a bit further apart, and they give in to her whims with no resistance whatsoever.

With an evil grin, spread wide across her face, Debbie braces her arms and then forcefully jams the handle-end of the flyswatter deep into Alice’s depths, surely bursa merkez escort piercing all the way to her womb, and at speed – it’s easily enough to set Alice off again, who cums even more explosively than before, but doesn’t even make a sound as she sprays. Her pussy quivers and shakes and spurts out all of its juices, but her body is motionless, her lips are silent, and her face is still wide-eyed and open jawed.

“So finished…” Debbie says as she admires her handiwork, twisting the end of the flyswatter around while still lodged inside of her comatose babysitter. With a smile, she slowly, tauntingly, teasingly, pulls the end of the flyswatter out from her conquest, twisting as she tugs on it. That’s enough to break Alice’s stationary behaviour, if only barely, as her bottom half shudders in pleasure.

Holding the glistening end up to the light, Debbie smiles and analyses it, turning the handle around to get a look at all angles of the collected juice. She leans forward to delicately suck on the top of it, feigning an almost innocence in her face and method, completely contrary to the sprawled-out and thoroughly dommed woman who lies unconscious before her. It tastes good~.

Taking the tip out from between her lips, cleaned although the handle itself is still coated, Debbie hops up kneeling on the bed behind the woman. Mouth still open, eyes still wide and unblinking and unfocused. In one cruel motion, Debbie jams the handle rod of the flyswatter down the throat of her latest thrall, swatter end sticking out from her open mouth. Alice has had enough training for her gag reflex to not be set off, but it was still an utterly humiliating position to be forced into…~~

Debbie places her hands on her hips to look over the fallen babysitter once again, drinking in the sight of her passed out awake and lying flat against the bed with her arms stretched out limply from her sides. She has to stifle a laugh, as she traces a finger across the shirt-covered bosom of her new babysitter.

“You’ve met your match, bitch… you’re all washed up… oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Debbie teases, smiling down at her. She dismounts the bed and stands, tracing her finger once around the shaking juiced-up pussy, before leaving her there and heading over towards the door. “Sleep tight, Alice! I’m gonna go out and get myself some cock~!”

On her way out of the room, Debbie flicks off the lightswitch, leaving the comatose nanny in total darkness.

“Useless laughing stock of a woman…”

Later that night, the rich father who hired Alice knocks on the closed door of Debbie’s room twice before opening it and moving to click on the lights.

“I just came to say goodnight, sweetheart – oh.”

There before him lies Alice, still in that same orgasmic trance, all cummed out and with the flyswatter still stuck down her throat. Pantsless, her bottom half’s clothing lying in a pile by the door not unlike her own slumped out body, her spread naked legs baring her publically and shamefully for her new boss to see. It looks like she hasn’t moved at all in the presumed hours that have passed – legs still hanging off the bed, arms horizontally laid out beside her, face frozen in that same expression despite the flyswatter sticking out of her mouth.

The rich father walks up closer to investigate, carefully sliding the saliva-slicked dollarstore handle rod out from her mouth. He closes her limp jaw, then inspects her blissful, glassy-eyed face, thumb slid inside of her mouth. After a long pause of inspection, he speaks.

“…So the notorious whore’s been creamed into oblivion, huh? Yep, my daughter sure is a first-class turboslut…”

He takes his thumb out from between her lips. Without his hands there to hold it up her head flops limply to the side, eyes finally closing as her unresponsive body decides to slip into some true sleep. He wipes his thumb dry on the chest of her white sweater, then walks back over to the door.

“I just feel bad for the poor fool who ends up marrying her!”

The laughtrack sounds again as he flicks the lights off, the camera staying locked on Alice in the dimly-lit room as the episode’s credits start to roll up the screen…

You blink a few times as the episode comes to an end. Wow, you must’ve zoned out pretty hard, it felt like you were right there involved in the action even though the TV’s a few steps across the way from you!

You look around the room to get your bearings again. Not much time’s passed, the episode was pretty short. About TV-Episode length. Your eyes drift down towards your pants, where you’re surprised to see your hand – what!!

You quickly yank it out!

What the heck?? Did you put your hand in your pants while watching the show? That’d be so dirty! Hey, actually, what even happened in the episode? Oh man, you can’t remember, so you can’t go watch the next episode now. B-but, anyway, looking over your partially wet hand, you kinda get the feeling that, um… maybe this show isn’t really for you after all…

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It was Saturday night and Jill and Marcie were having a party. It started at 8:00 but as usual I was running late. I couldn’t decide what to wear but finally settled on a nice sweater I’d just bought and a pair of new jeans. A little cologne and I was ready to leave.

I was hoping that Jill and Marcie had invited some single lesbians to their party so I could flirt the night away. I decided to pick up a bottle of wine for the hostesses on my way to their house. I finally arrive and find a parking spot halfway down the block. I check myself in the mirror one last time and make my way to their apartment.

Jill answers the door and gives me a hug. She takes my coat and I hand the wine to Marcie. I chat with Marcie for a few minutes in the kitchen while she makes me a drink. I make my way out to the living room to mingle.

There’s some wild discussion going on about toys and why lesbians like to use them. I just sit back and listen preferring to be in the background for a while. I feel someone’s eyes on me at one point and turn to find that it’s Jill. We catch eyes, she winks and turns to talk to someone next to her.

Before I have time to digest this information, Marcie sits down beside me.

“She looks hot tonight doesn’t she?” Marcie says.

“She definitely does but she always looks good.” I respond.

“You know, she’s not wearing any underwear tonight.”

I almost choke on my drink.

Marcie laughs and says, “Are you okay?”

I clear my throat, “Yeah I’m ok you just surprised me that’s all.”

She grins and says, “Did that turn you on then?”

I’m a little dumbfounded at how I should respond but finally opt for being honest.

“Of course it does, I am a horny lesbian after all.”

We both laugh and look back at Jill. She catches us staring at her and blows a kiss.

Marcie leaves me to mingle with their other guests. I go out to the balcony to get some air. I’m feeling a little bit hot after what she told me about Jill. At first I’m on the balcony alone but then Jill joins me.

“You’re not being a party pooper are you?” She says to me.

“No, I’m not I just needed to cool off it was a little warm in there.” I respond.

“Yeah I know what you mean. I wish I could walk around naked myself.”

I can feel myself blushing as I picture her walking around naked.

She laughs and says, “ You’re blushing Dana why’s that?”

“Let’s just say I have a very vivid imagination.” I say.

She just laughs and leaves me to go back to escort bayan the guests. The cool night air is doing nothing to ease the excitement that I’m feeling so I go back inside and get another drink. The party continues for another couple of hours and then slowly the guests start leaving until just Marcie, Jill and I are left.

Marcie’s sitting on the couch and Jill comes over and sits on her straddling her legs. They start kissing and I think that’s my cue to leave. So I get up and make my way towards the door.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” They both ask in unison.

“Well, I figure you ladies probably want some alone time so I’ll head out.”

Jill comes over to me as I’m putting on my jacket.

She straightens my collar and puts her arms around my neck.

“We were kind of hoping you’d join us in a private party.” She says as she leans in to kiss me.

I’m totally shocked by this yet turned on at the same time. I look over at Marcie and she’s got a big grin on her face so I assume that she’s okay with it.

I’m speechless so instead of responding, I just take off my jacket and hand it to Jill. She smiles and offers me another drink. I eagerly accept. She makes me a drink and hands it to me. I literally finish the drink in one long swallow and hand her the glass. She puts the glass on the table and then she straddles my legs, pulls up her dress and sits on me.

“So Marcie tells me that she told you about my little secret earlier.”

I just nod.

“Did that turn you on?” She asks.

I find my voice and say, “Hell yes, that’s why I went out to the balcony earlier. I was so turned on after she told me that.”

“And just what were you picturing when I came out to the balcony?” She asks.

She’s starting to play with my hair and blowing in my ears. Then she starts kissing my neck.

“Well, I was wondering if you were wet and what it would be like to slip my hand up your dress to find out.”

“Why don’t you find out now?” She asks.

I look over at Marcie and she just winks and nods at me. So I slide my hand between her legs and I immediately feel that she is very wet. I flick her clit gently and she moans and grinds my hand. I’m suddenly feeling bold and I pull her towards me so I can kiss her. My tongue finds hers and I feel a tingling throughout my body.

I slide a finger inside her and then a second but only for a few seconds as I just want to tease her. She moans in frustration as I pull my hand away. I move my bursa vip escort hand to her breasts and massage them through her dress playing with her nipples.

She suddenly pulls her dress over her head and she is now sitting in just her bra but not for long. She quickly sheds her bra too. She’s now totally naked and the earlier visions I had of her naked are now coming true.

She kisses me again and says, “I need to pay some attention to Marcie for a few minutes. Why don’t you come and sit beside her?”

She takes my hand as I move to sit beside Marcie. She resumes her straddle position on Marcie and starts to kiss her. Marcie grabs my hand and puts it on one of Jill’s breasts as they continue to kiss. I play with Jill’s breast and nipple. I lean in to take her nipple in my mouth and see that Marcie is doing the same thing with her other breast.

Jill is moaning and loving every minute of this. I’m getting a little bit hot so I decide to take off my shirt. Jill reaches out a hand to feel my breasts through my bra. My nipples are instantly hard.

“Take it off.” She says.

I reach behind and unhook my bra to free my breasts. Jill breaks her kiss with Marcie and comes to sit beside me. She starts to play with my breast and then to suck on my nipple. Marcie quickly follows her lead and I’m blown away by the intensity of having both breasts played with and sucked on at the same time.

Marcie suggests that we move up to the bedroom to get more comfortable. Jill and I agree and we untangle ourselves and make our way towards the bedroom. Jill flops in the middle of the bed and Marcie and I lie on either side of her.

I start kissing Jill’s neck and ears and playing with her breasts and Marcie does the same thing on the other side of her. I play with her breast and again Marcie mimics my actions. I slide my hand down Jill’s body to her pussy. I tease her clit with my finger and I feel Marcie’s hand doing the same thing. Jill’s loving every minute of the attention that we’re lavishing on her as she’s moaning and playing with our hair.

After a few minutes, Marcie gets up off the bed and comes over to my side of the bed. She motions for us to shift over so I end up in the middle of the bed. She then proceeds to take off my pants and underwear.

They both start sucking on my breasts. I then feel two sets of fingers on my clits and sliding inside me. I’m extremely wet now and I’m moaning and writhing on the bed. After a few minutes of playing bursa elit escort with me, Jill follows Marcie’s lead and makes her way over to Marcie’s side of the bed. Marcie moves to the middle of the bed and Jill and I help her undress. We’re finally all naked.

We start working on Marcie by playing with her breasts, kissing her and playing with her pussy. We’re all getting very hot and I think Marcie has an idea for the three of us. She tells me to get in the middle of the bed again as she goes to get something. I’m assuming it’s a toy. Jill and I keep busy until Marcie returns. She’s put on the strap on and she makes her way towards the bed. She tells Jill to straddle my face and I can’t believe that Marcie has read my mind.

Jill does as she’s told and I eagerly start to lick and suck her clit and pussy. I feel Marcie positioning the strap on and then I feel her slowly easing into me. It feels so good and I moan my appreciation. Marcie starts to slowly fuck me and then she gets a good rhythm going. Jill is moaning as I slip my tongue inside her and start fucking her with my tongue. I move back to her clit and I can tell that she’s going to climax very soon. I’m getting close myself as Marcie continues to fuck me.

“Fuck me hard.” I tell her.

She responds immediately by pounding into me even harder. Jill’s moaning very loudly now and I can tell that she’s climaxing. This makes me even hotter as I continue to lick and suck and lap at her juices. I feel my orgasm building to a peak. Marcie is pounding wildly into me now. My orgasm overtakes me and I moan into Jill’s pussy.

Jill rolls off me and onto the bed. Marcie slowly pulls out of me but she’s not done with me yet. She slides between my legs and I feel her tongue on my clit. Her tongue feels great as she slides it up and down my pussy and inside me. She pays more attention to my clit though and within no time I feel another orgasm overtake me.

Jill goes to get some drinks as we’ve all worked up quite a thirst. In the meantime, I start playing with Marcie. I start playing with her clit and sliding two fingers in and out of her. Then I start licking and sucking her clit while fucking her with my fingers. She’s moaning now and grinding into my face and grabbing my hair. Jill comes back into the room just as Marcie starts to climax. I keep licking and sucking until she begs me to stop.

I reach for the drink that Jill’s holding for me. I finish it in one long gulp. Jill joins us again on the bed.

“Watching you two got me all hot again.” She says.

Marcie starts playing with Jill and I sit back and watch. It’s going to be a long night but one that I’m more than willing to participate in. This is something that I’ve wanted to experience for quite some time and I’m not willing to let the night end just yet.

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Lori dreamed about Amber again that night.

In her dream, she didn’t feel afraid at all. Amber was sitting on the edge of the dock in the warm afternoon sunlight, looking like she could inspire an entire Renaissance all by herself, and Lori walked up and sat down next to her like it was the most natural thing in the world. She reached out and caressed the tiny dusting of freckles on Amber’s shoulder the way she’d forced herself not to so many times, and Amber looked up at Lori with a hint of surprise in her bright green eyes and Lori knew that Amber knew. And best of all, Lori knew that Amber didn’t care. Lori might wake up with hot tears of shame running down her cheeks again, but in her dream, all she felt was joy.

She reached out and tangled her fingers into Amber’s long red hair, casually noticing the way the summer sun shone through it like a halo of fire, and pulled Amber close to kiss. In the dream, it didn’t feel like a sin. It felt soft and warm and welcoming, like a promise fulfilled. Lori closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of sunscreen and shampoo and perspiration. She never smelled things in dreams unless she was dreaming about sex.

Amber sighed into her mouth, and Lori shivered in arousal. She tugged just a little bit on the hair she held trapped within her hands, pulling Amber down to nuzzle her chin and nibble her neck. Lori let out a tiny cry of pleasure, and she felt Amber’s mouth curve into a smile as the other girl kept kissing further and further down.

Lori felt Amber’s weight pressing into her, bearing her down onto the wooden planks as Amber found new places to kiss. In the dream, Lori didn’t worry about who might see her. She didn’t worry about what the other girls would say. She just gasped sharply as Amber’s mouth closed around her nipple and began to suck. The warm saliva soaked through the fabric of Lori’s thin shirt, making it stick to her breasts as she pulled Amber tight against her body. She felt like she wanted to embrace the other girl so tightly that they would join together. She felt like she never wanted the moment to end. She felt like she wanted to make love to Amber forever.

And of course, that was the moment where she started to lose the dream. Lori fought it as hard as she could, trying to inhabit the endless sunlit fantasy for just a moment longer…but the harder she fought, the more aware she became, and the more aware she became, the more she remembered the shame and the fear and the sin that she’d forgotten in the depths of the dream. They reached up out of the back of her mind and crushed the fantasy to fragments before she could even finish waking. Lori woke the same way she always woke, torn between wanting to purge the sinful urges away and wanting to hide in her dreams and never wake up again.

But it wasn’t shame that had caused her to wake up in the first place, Lori realized. Something was out of place, some sensation that intruded on her sleeping mind and made her aware of the real world even in the depths of one of the best/worst dreams she ever had. Lori tried to kick her sluggish, confused brain into gear and figure out what it was that demanded her attention. It was…it was…

Someone was still sucking at Lori’s breast, she realized.

She half-opened her eyes. It didn’t make much difference; only a tiny sliver of moonlight illuminated the dormitory. “Amber?” she whispered muzzily, still unsure how much of this was real and how much was a dream.

The woman in her bed didn’t respond, other than to switch to Lori’s other nipple. But once Lori’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw that it wasn’t Amber after all; it was Summer nuzzling at her chest with her eyelids tightly shut and an expression of solemn concentration on her face. She’d already been at it for some time before Lori woke; Lori’s nightshirt was practically soaked through with drool in spots.

“Summer?” Lori whispered, a bit more urgently. A wave of terror hit her, waking her more completely than a bucket of cold water on her face. If anyone saw them…a rush of terrifying possibilities flashed through her mind. She’d never be able to make the senior counselors believe she didn’t ask for this, not when she couldn’t even convince herself. They’d call her parents, send her home, and how would she be able to explain things to Mom and Dad?

The whispers would follow her everywhere; she’d never be allowed to volunteer again. Nobody would ever trust her with good Christian kids, not if they thought she was…was…Lori couldn’t even think the word. It felt too much like an admission. She shook Summer’s arm, desperately trying to get the other girl’s attention so that she could tell her to stop before they woke someone.

Summer’s eyes opened, but they didn’t see. She just stared straight ahead with an utterly blank look on her face, the eyes rolled back so far in her head that Lori could barely see the pupils. She continued to suck with a passionate intensity, wiggling her tongue on Lori’s nipple, but Lori realized bursa eskort that Summer’s face held no real expression at all. It was as if she was still asleep.

Not as if, Lori realized as Summer’s eyes fluttered closed once more. Summer was still asleep. She was sleep…not sleep-walking, although she must have done that too in order to make her way across the dormitory to Lori’s bed. Sleep-sucking. And sleep-touching, too, Lori thought, inhaling sharply. Summer’s fingers crept into her panties like the slow, inexorable march of ivy along a wall.

“Summer, please wake up,” Lori whispered desperately. She knew it was supposed to be bad to wake a sleep-walker, but it was even worse to get caught with one in your bed at a Bible camp, especially when you were supposed to be one of the counselors. She didn’t even really want Summer to know about this, but Lori couldn’t see any way to get the other girl back to bed without waking her up. And at least guilt would seal their lips equally well.

But that was only if Summer woke up, and she wasn’t. Her mouth was busy moving from one nipple back to the other, her fingers were busy brushing through Lori’s pubic hair, but her eyes merely flickered under closed eyelids without showing any signs of waking. Lori became aware of a pleasant ache in her pussy, one that had grown without her even noticing it until suddenly it was all she could think about.

“Summer, please,” Lori whimpered, no longer sure what she was begging for. Her hips bucked upwards of their own volition, and she felt dampness between her thighs that made her panties cling to her skin like her shirt was clinging to her chest, only so much better. Her left hand twined helplessly through Summer’s dark hair, pressing the other girl’s mouth tighter against her body.

“Oh God, Summmm…” Lori clamped her mouth shut tightly before the whispered words turned into a loud moan. She couldn’t trust her own voice anymore, not once Summer’s fingers had slipped down to find their way inside her moist slit. Instead, she jammed her free hand into her own mouth to stifle her increasingly urgent gasps. Her eyes clenched shut, all thoughts of morality and sin and shame forgotten as the other girl rubbed her clit.

Lori bit her knuckle, hearing tiny whimpers escape around it as her arousal built past anything she’d ever imagined. She’d always thought it was so easy to be chaste, so easy to look at boys and remember the importance of waiting for the right person and the right time…but now, feeling the soft curves of a woman writhing against her body and feeling her body writhing against Summer’s soft curves, Lori was astonished at how helpless her desire made her. Knowing it was wrong didn’t mean she could stop.

The pleasure built to its peak so quickly Lori almost didn’t know how to feel it. Her orgasm was just there all of a sudden, hitting her like a sharp blow and leaving her breathless and shaking. She’d never felt anything like it, never even imagined how good it could be. And it was good, so good; Summer was utterly devoted to prolonging every moment of bliss, drawing every moan and sigh out of Lori that she could find. Lori’s first orgasm was followed by a second, then a third.

It all became too much for her. She tried to push Summer away, but the other girl wouldn’t stop. Lori’s mind faded from orgasm into afterglow, and the dreamy rush of post-coital endorphins blended with the exhaustion of interrupted sleep, which then mingled with Summer’s ministrations until it all merged into a hazy bliss that sent Lori back down into sleep once more.

And in her dreams, she was making love all over again. Only this time, it was Amber once more.

*****

Lori almost thought it had all been a dream, when she woke and the shame had once more been pressed down under endless layers of entreaties to the Lord to forgive her sinful thoughts. For a few moments, she believed that she’d merely woken out of one dream into another, that Summer had just replaced Amber in her sleeping fantasies. But then she pulled away the covers and saw the patches of moisture on her shirt, faded considerably but not yet dry. That was when she knew it had happened. Summer had come to her in the night, made love to her without waking, and then left again.

Which made it all worse. If it was real, that made it all really so much worse. She’d actually let another woman touch her. The fantasies had been bad enough, but at least she’d told herself she couldn’t control those. But now she had sinned in thought and deed. And word, too, if you counted last night’s whispered blasphemy uttered in the moment of passion. She hastily threw her clothes into the hamper as if they’d been covered in blood.

The morning passed in a haze of self-recrimination for Lori. She felt as though everyone was staring at her; every glance seemed like an accusation, every smile like a knowing leer. She caught herself about to snap at Nancy Owens for what had almost certainly been an entirely innocent grin, and after bursa bayan escort that she lapsed into a sullen silence for the rest of the day.

Even then, her face felt hot all afternoon, and she felt like everyone who saw her would see her sins written on her forehead. She kept going back to her memories over and over and over again; sometimes out of guilt, imagining all the ways that she could have stopped Summer that she’d simply forgotten about in the heat of the moment, and sometimes just because she couldn’t stop herself from reliving it all. She’d dreamed, she’d fantasized in her weaker moments, but her imagination couldn’t compare to the reality of what she’d felt last night. She had to slip off to the bathroom after lunch to masturbate, and that only made her feel even worse about it all. She couldn’t bear to even look in Summer’s direction. Did Summer remember? Or had she woken up in her own bed, unaware of where she’d been and what she’d done?

Lori wished she could be like that. Summer hadn’t seemed ashamed at all; she’d been like Lori was in the dream, serene and placid. She’d seemed comfortable, even happy, as though sleep washed away all her sins and left her innocent. Lori desperately envied her that tranquility. It would be worth never waking up again if she could feel the way Summer looked when she was suckling at Lori’s breasts.

Privately, Lori was grateful when the weather worsened into rain. She didn’t feel much like sitting around a campfire, roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories; all she wanted to do was curl up in bed, fall asleep, and forget last night ever happened. But ironically, once Lori got to bed she found that she couldn’t relax. She felt tense all over, wondering if Summer would return to make love to her again, and what she’d do if it happened. She tried to imagine steeling herself against the temptations of pleasure, turning Summer aside and gently guiding the other girl back to her own bed…but the fantasy kept twisting in her mind as she remembered the look of mindless bliss in those sleep-fogged eyes. Gentle but firm denials became whispered entreaties, and her imaginary self wound up in Summer’s imaginary bed right alongside the other girl.

Neither idea was very conducive to sleep. So Lori lay there, wide awake, watching lightning flash through the window and wondering what she was waiting for.

When she found out, she thought she must have fallen asleep without realizing it. That was the only possible explanation, after all. Nothing else made any sense. One sleep-walker coming to her bed in the middle of the night, that was believable. Not too believable, perhaps, but Lori had lived it and knew that it had happened. But two different girls, visiting her on two different nights…she was asleep. That had to be it. When she saw Amber slowly, hesitantly approaching her bed with glassy eyes that were open but unseeing, and a blank, glazed expression on her docile face…that was just a dream. A wonderful dream, but still a dream.

Even when Lori felt Amber’s fever-warm flesh touch her own, she couldn’t convince herself she was awake. Because if Lori was awake, she would have stopped Amber. She wouldn’t have leaned into Amber’s kiss, slowly sighing as Amber’s tongue insinuated its way between her lips. She was a good girl, a Christian girl, and good Christian girls didn’t let other good Christian girls peel their top off and gently flick their nipples until they stood up like pencil erasers. And since Lori was letting Amber do just that, it must all be a dream.

But it felt so real. The liquid heat in Lori’s pussy felt real; Amber’s pale, freckled skin felt real under Lori’s fingertips as she worked her way under the fabric of Amber’s shirt and pulled it up to reveal Amber’s perfect breasts by the light of the lightning-glare. And Amber’s soft, kittenish whimpers sounded nothing like the ones Lori had imagined when she’d dreamed about kissing her way down Amber’s neck to wrap her lips around those full, heavy breasts and suck and lick at them to her heart’s content.

Lori inhaled deeply, filling her nostrils with Amber’s scent. It was real, she knew it was, and even if it wasn’t she was awake enough to know it was a sin. But Amber smelled and tasted and felt so good that Lori couldn’t remember how to stop. It was like she was drowning in Amber’s warmth, sinking under a tide of lust that pulled her away from everything she’d been taught and immersed her in a sensual ocean of bliss. For the first time, Lori really understood the word ‘sensual’; every one of her senses was saturated with Amber’s presence.

Amber moaned again, louder this time, and Lori tried to remind herself that they weren’t alone. The others would hear them, they’d see them…Amber’s fingers knotted in Lori’s hair, pressing her head down further, and Lori moaned just as loud as Amber as she realized what she was being directed to do. The fear of being caught increased, but the arousal continued to drown it out.

Amber bursa ucuz escort lay on her side facing the head of the bed, and Lori did the same facing its foot. Lori peeled off Amber’s panties with a desperate urgency, captivated by the way they stickily pulled away from Amber’s moist flesh. She felt Amber doing the same thing to her, and Lori’s eyes rolled back in her head for a moment as she felt warm breath against her clit.

The next flash of lightning burned that instant into Lori’s brain for the rest of her life, the image that would be forever synonymous with sex to her. Amber Jensen, naked, lying on her side with one knee bent akimbo, her pussy barely covered by a downy tuft of pubic hair. Eyes closed. Waiting for Lori to lean in and kiss.

Lori leaned in and kissed.

It tasted different than it had in her dreams. In her dreams, it had always tasted like warm apple pie, sweet but with just a tiny hint of tartness. But Amber tasted salty on her tongue, and the scent was a thick musk in her nostrils. The moment she tried it, Lori knew she wanted more. She pressed her face urgently against Amber’s pussylips, not caring at all about the way that Amber’s juices smeared across her face. She heard herself moaning into Amber’s clit, and felt Amber shiver in response.

Amber’s tongue was busy too, and soon Lori was having trouble concentrating on what she was doing between Amber’s thighs. Amber would do something that felt so good, and Lori would try to emulate it, but then Amber would find someplace else to lick or her fingers would join her tongue and then Lori would freeze for a long moment to savor the ecstasy before she managed to remember that other things existed besides her clit. And then Amber would lick again.

Lori had given up wondering if it was a dream. It felt like reality, but it had the timeless, languorous quality of dreams. None of the other girls had woken, even when Lori’s moans turned briefly into screams before settling back into whimpers. Nobody had turned on the lights to see what was going on in the dormitory. It was as if the world had paused to let the two of them make love for as long as they wanted. Lori felt like that was forever.

But her body’s exhaustion finally caught up with her, in the end. She felt her eyes slipping closed for longer and longer stretches with each burst of pleasure, and her thoughts crumbled into dream-gibberish even as she tried to fight sleep long enough for one more kiss, one more lick, one more orgasm. She half-dreamed of being in her own bedroom, of floating on an ocean, and then her eyes would start open again as the sensations of Amber’s tongue dragged her back to reality for just a little bit longer. The dreams blended seamlessly now into fantasies into waking bliss and back into dreams.

That was why Lori didn’t panic when her head lolled back and she saw Nancy Owens watching them with a decadent grin on her face. She was simply too tired to be afraid, and too muzzy to be sure if what she saw was even real. She just stared at Nancy for a long moment, taking in the sight of the other girl naked and masturbating and watching the two of them making love by lightning, before her eyes slipped shut one final time and she fell asleep completely.

*****

The next morning, though, Lori was anything but sanguine about what she’d seen. Far from it; once she hastily stripped the damp and musky sheets from her bed and hurriedly dumped them into the hamper, she spent the rest of the morning trying to figure out what to do about it. Had she really seen Nancy playing with herself, or had that just been one more perverse fantasy invented by her wicked lusts? If Nancy really had seen them, was she going to tell someone about it? And how could Lori find out without giving away what she’d done?

If she’d felt self-conscious yesterday, it was nothing compared to today. Every time Amber looked at her, Lori felt convinced that she was about to confront her about the events of last night. Each glance provoked a whirlwind of vivid waking dreams, ranging from Amber denouncing her as a lesbian pervert to the whole camp to Amber taking her aside, confessing that she’d enjoyed their tryst, and forcing her tongue into Lori’s mouth. But even in those wonderful, awful fantasies, she couldn’t stop remembering Nancy’s hungry gaze, her darkly glittering eyes, her sinister smile…

Lori went through the day in a daze, her mind occupied with finding ways to get the truth out of Nancy without giving herself away. At lunch, she sat at a table in the corner by herself, constructing and discarding query after innocuous query, hoping to find something that she could say without her voice cracking from fear, and every scenario played itself out in her head to a dismal conclusion of shame, humiliation and ostracism. But she had to find some way, Lori knew. She couldn’t just let this question hang over her head every night for the rest of her life. She had to find out what Nancy knew about her somehow, or–

“So,” Nancy said, sitting down next to her. “Was Amber better for you than Summer? I heard you whisper Amber’s name when you woke up the other night, figured that maybe you’d prefer her. But if you want, I can send you Summer again tonight. Or if there’s another girl you’d like even more, just say so.”

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I sat behind my dark oak office desk as my gorgeous redheaded partner Carla McBain occupied the chair across from me. Ours wasn’t so much an office as it was a converted stand-alone garage. We rarely needed it to house my little blue Honda Accord, so I had some friends put up walls to partition the building into three rooms; an anteroom for Carla, an office for me, and a storage area in back. A quaint little place to hang my shingle. Linda Pearl — Private Eye. Snoop for hire.

Carla sat in a padded chair with her feet up on my desk, her long slender legs stretched out before her as she read the morning paper. I think she was doing that on purpose so I could peek up under her short plum mini skirt. I leaned back in my desk chair and enjoyed the view. Damn, that girl was sexy. Miss McBain was what some genteel fellows might refer to as stacked with a perfect 38-26-36 figure. What’s more, Carla liked to show off her exquisite physique by wearing skimpy skintight revealing apparel. Not that I minded at all. Carla was my lady lover and she liked to tease me and keep me excited. It certainly worked.

I was a tad more conservative in my choice of wardrobe. I typically opted for slacks or calf-length skirts with cotton blouses. Call it a throwback to my police department days as a crime scene investigator. Now that I was an official licensed private eye, I wanted to give our clients the impression that I was a no-nonsense kind of gal who took their problems seriously. Carla and I had a very harmonious partnership. She handled the office duties of billing and filing and internet research on potential suspects while I questioned witnesses and beat the pavement looking for clues.

There wasn’t enough money in being a private investigator full time, so Carla and I worked a few nights a week at The Doll House gentleman’s club. Carla was a topless waitress and I was a bartender — not topless, thank God. My figure was not what you would call overly stimulating — small boobs, narrow hips and an unimpressive butt. Roger King, the club owner, permitted me to wear a white tuxedo shirt, black slacks and black bowtie while tending bar. I preferred to think my classy apparel lend a bit of elegance and sophistication to the glorified girlie bar.

It was late morning and I was fighting the urge to get frisky with my lady lover. I felt I was gradually losing the battle. Business was slow that day anyway. No hot cases to solve, not criminals to apprehend, no adulterous spouses to catch in the act. Pretty quiet day for a lady private investigator.

As I ogled Carla’s fabulous physique in that skimpy revealing outfit, I was feeling the mood to attack her sensuous body might strike at any minute. I propped my feet up onto my desk, my black pleated skirt sliding down my legs to my crotch. Maybe if I flashed a little leg the lady might take the hint.

Carla remained oblivious as she turned the page of her newspaper. “Hey, look at this,” she said. “Here’s a coupon for forty percent off on photography portraits.”

“So?”

“So we can have our picture taken.”

“Let me go get my digital camera from the dresser and I’ll take your picture right now.”

The girl lowered the paper and frowned at me. “I mean a nice, posed, professional portrait, not naked bedroom shots of us. I’m talking about a nice photograph of us together.” Carla paused and tilted her head with a thoughtful look. “Then again, it might be fun to have a nude photo shoot of us together.”

“So what’s wrong with that?”

I expelled my breath in a loud guffaw. “You want a nude portrait taken of us?”

“A professional high-quality nude portrait,” Carla grinned mischievously. “Think about it. It would be pretty sexy hanging on our bedroom wall, don’t you think? Guaranteed to get you in the mood.”

“I don’t need anything to get me in the mood for you, lover-girl. I’m quite certain that you don’t either.”

Carla set the paper aside and nodded. “It will be a lot of fun. You’ll see.” She reached for the phone book on the bottom shelf of the wall unit. “I’ll call the studio and make the appointment.”

“I see I can’t talk you out of this,” I grunted.”

“It will only be our portrait,” Carla assured, leafing through the pages. “If they also do nudes, so much the better.” Carla smiled playfully at me. “I want a memento in the bedroom to constantly remind me of how sexy and arousing you are to me.”

I casually spread my legs wider for her. “You don’t need a memento, lover. You have me.”

Carla finally caught the hint. “Are you tempting me?”

“Who, me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Maybe,” I mused. “All this talk of posing naked with you has got my motor running.”

Carla grinned knowingly and set the phone book aside. “Oh it has, has it?”

“Definitely. I just want you to know how desirable you are to me.”

The woman rose to her feet and moved around the desk to me. “The feeling is mutual.” She leaned over to meet my lips in a tender kiss as her hand caressed between my legs. “Speaking of mutual feeling, I suggest we bursa escort bayan close up shop for the day and adjourn to the bedroom for some hot licking, kissing, and fondling action.”

I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her hungrily. “Most definitely.”

After a quick though energetic romp in the sack, I left the room to wash up while Carla looked for a portrait studio to book an appointment. I returned from the bathroom to find my lover lying on her tummy atop the bed, her sensuous naked form tangled in the rumpled bed sheets. I paused in the open doorway and grinned lustfully at her. “Damn, you are one incredibly sexy woman!”

Carla glanced up from leafing through the phone book and smiled coyly at me. “You always think I’m sexy.”

“Well at this moment, you are sexier than usual.”

“You’re so sweet.” I moved to the dresser and rifled through it. Carla shifted up onto her elbows with her arms crossed under her chest and asked, “What are you looking for?”

“This!” I removed my digital camera from the drawer and moved to the side of the bed. “You said you wanted to have a naked photo shoot.”

The girl laughed. “I didn’t mean right here, right now!”

“Aw, come on! You look so adorable!” I quickly snapped a picture. “Now give me a smile!”

My lover giggled and shook her head. “I love it when you’re so impulsive!”

“I love it when you’re so cooperative.” Click! “Now give me demure.”

Carla tossed her hair to one side to hang her long wavy red tresses over one bare shoulder. “Is this demure enough for you?”

“Oh yeah, baby!” I leered, snapping away. “You are so beautiful!”

The girl rose up onto all fours, the sheet falling away to expose her naked body. “How about this?”

“Holy crap!” I gasped as I clicked away. “That is so hot!”

“I’ll give you hot, lover-girl.” Carla tilted her head to one side, her long blood red hair slipping from her shoulder to the bed. She lifted one hand to cup her breast in her palm to the camera.

“Damn, that’s sexy!” I clicked away. My loins began to tingle with arousal. “Show me more!”

Carla sat up and raised her arms to pile her hair atop her head. The girl smiled sensuously at the camera. “Hot enough for you yet?”

“My God! You are the most desirable woman ever.”

Carla lowered her body to the mattress to lie on her side. She propped herself up on one elbow, the bed sheet draped across her crotch offering a titillating view of her naked torso.

“Holy Hannah!” I rasped in reverent awe. “That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

Carla smiled demurely at me. “Come show me how desirable I am.”

I set the camera on the dresser and crawled on all fours onto the bed. “You certainly know how to get this lady all hot and bothered.”

“Oh really?”, she cooed. Carla wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. “Let help you with that.”

Chapter 2

After yet another wild sex romp, I lay gasping and utterly spent among the rumpled bed sheets while my lover called a portrait studio she had located to inquire about availability. That gal’s stamina never ceased to amaze me. Carla was far more limber and athletic than I was. She and I met at the police station several years ago when I was a crime investigator and she worked in the booking area and jail. Miss McBain had to be in prime physical shape for that position. After we left the police force Carla continued to routinely work out at the local gym. The only exercise I got was during mad sex marathons with my lady partner. I was definitely out of shape. I kept telling myself I needed to go to the gym and get a workout, but rationalized that one wild savage sex session with a sensuous redhead burned more calories than a two mile jog on a treadmill.

Carla found a place that could accommodate us that afternoon. Luckily she allowed us enough time to shower, do our hair, and choose some nice outfits to wear. It was a photo shoot, after all.

We arrived at the studio shortly after three. Harland’s photography studio was a modest red wooden building set off beyond a small strip mall containing a sub sandwich shop, a public accountant and hair salon. They all shared the same parking lot.

I parked my tiny blue Honda Accord in front of the studio and climbed out. It seemed like a friendly and inviting place with wide glass windows across the front. The door opened to a waiting area with several chairs and assorted photography magazines atop a low wooden table. Large portraits of smiling brides and giggling babies adorned the dazzling white walls. Another door led to what I assumed was the studio area in back.

The owner, Oliver Harland greeted us warmly. He was a small unassuming man in his mid fifties with short gray hair. “Do you have any particular poses in mind?” he asked.

“Do you do naked portraits?” Carla asked.

I jabbed my partner in the ribs with my elbow. “My friend was hoping we could get a few nude shots together.”

The man frowned with a puzzled expression. “Nudes?”

“Yes. bursa anal yapan escort Very tastefully done, if you can manage it,” Carla grinned. “We want to have something sexy to hang on our bedroom wall.”

“Very tastefully done,” I nodded in agreement.

The man thoughtfully stroked his chin. “Well, normally I would shy away from that sort of thing. But if you pose with your hands over your breasts and your legs crossed, I don’t see why not.”

Carla squealed, “Great!” and began to undress.

“What are you doing?” Harland gaped in shock.

“I’m not shy,” Carla explained as she removed her blouse baring her prefect bosom to the man. “I work part time as a topless waitress.”

The photographer clapped his hand over his eyes. “That may be all well and good for you, but this sort of thing does not happen to me every day.”

I chuckled at the shy man as I removed my top, figuring I may as well follow my partner’s lead. As long as we were there and Carla had already flashed the man, we may as well go through with it. “Oliver, my boy, today is your lucky day.” I stepped out of my slacks. “You may as well look, honey, unless you plan to take our picture with your eyes closed.”

Harland parted his fingers and peeked at our naked bodies. “Oh my dear lord.”

Carla shrugged casually and set her clothes aside. “I get that a lot.”

“Look Oliver,” I said, “we know we won’t have nice bodies forever. That’s why we came to you. We want some nice pictures of us while we’re still young, and a real professional to make us look fantastic.”

The man gulped audibly. “You sure don’t need me to do that.”

Carla smiled sweetly and patted his arm with her hand. “You are so adorable! Now, where do you want us?”

Harland gestured to a long white backdrop that hung along one wall and cascaded across the floor. “Sit on here . . . Miss Pearl, you sit in back with Miss McBain in front. That’s it. Carla, sit on your hip with your legs out to the side. Draw up one knee a little to cover your crotch. Yes, perfect.” The man quickly switched into professional mode, angling and posing us for the best possible shot. “Linda, wrap your arms around her and hold your right wrist with your left hand. That’s good. Now raise your arms a little to hide her nipples. Excellent. Now, look at me and think demure. Linda, tilt your head to the left just a little. Perfect!”

Click!

“Now give me a playful smile. Beautiful!”

Click!

Oliver took a number of pictures of us in various poses and put the digital chip into a reader on his computer so we could view some of the snapshots.

They were incredible! Each picture was better than the last. My favorite was with Carla and me on the floor with me sitting behind the girl holding her in my arms. Carla’s favorite was of us kneeling facing each other, our hands clasped at our sides and our breasts pressed together, our lips barely touching in a tiny kiss. Oliver particularly liked the one with Carla and I lying on our tummies next to each other with our bodies stretched out behind us. We were grinning at the camera, our arms crossed below us with our breasts touching the white canvas mat.

“I’ll want a bunch of wallet size photos of this one for all the girls at the club,” Carla smiled as she shrugged into her blouse.

“I’m going to give our boss Roger King an 8 by 10 glossy of this one for his Christmas present,” I laughed.

I could tell our photographer was very pleased with the results. “You two ladies were very sexy and very photogenic. These pictures turned out much better than I expected.”

I patted the man on the shoulder. “You are a true artist, Oliver. Then again, it does help to have good material to work with.”

The man regarded me thoughtfully. “Would you mind posing for me again sometime? The two of you I mean?”

I gave him a wry smile. “Getting over your shyness, are we? Now that you’ve seen Carla and me in the buff, you can’t get enough!”

“It’s not that,” he blushed. “I mean in formal gowns and stylish dresses. For advertising purposes, I mean. I can’t afford to hire professional models to do it. I was hoping you two may be available for considerably less.”

I smiled at my partner. “We’ll do it for free, so long as you give us some of your best portraits of us in return.”

“It’s a deal!”

Carla adjusted her mini skirt and shrugged apathetically. “Personally, I think you should stick with the cheesecake shots. You’re a natural.”

Harland gave her a glance of embarrassment. “I took some of those types of pictures years ago when I needed the cash. It helped me get started in the business, but when they models got younger and younger, I stopped. Now I wish I hadn’t taken those at all. My past came back to bite me in the butt.”

“What do you mean?”

“I took some lingerie photos of some teenage girls — all totally legit, you understand. However some of those were just kids and the outfits were pretty revealing, bursa rus escort bordering on child pornography. I didn’t want to release those pictures of those innocent young girls so I cancelled the shoot and hid the photos. I knew they would prove to be too embarrassing for those girls if they were made public. A few days ago my assistant discovered those old photos while he was cleaning out the shelves in the storage shed. He stole a few of them. I demanded that he give them back, but he wouldn’t. Eddie said they would make him a lot of money. That was my assistant’s name — Eddie Farmer. Eddie is a young fellow in his late twenties. The boy came cheap because he wanted to learn the trade from a professional. I hired him to do part-time work making enlargements and dressing up the set for special photo shoots. Eddie said he wanted to start his own photography business someday. He wanted to eventually make a careerout of taking wedding pictures and shooting outdoor events. But when Eddie discovered the old pictures of those young girls and knew he had found a way to grab some fast cash. Eddie intended to use those pictures for blackmail purposes. I couldn’t find a way to get the photos back. I threatened and pleaded with the boy, but to no avail. Eddie was convinced those photographs were valuable and would make him a lot of money. I fired him on the spot. I refused to be mixed up in something tawdry and deceitful and wrong. I wish I had called the police, but I didn’t want those pictures falling into the wrong hands.” Harland sighed and wrung his hands nervously. “What a mess I made of things.”

“Well, maybe we can help,” I said. “Miss McBain and I happen to be private investigators.”

Harland furrowed his brow with disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.” I fished a business card out of my purse and handed it to him. “We can help recover the stolen pictures for you. That is, if you want us to.”

The photographer stared at the small white card. “I don’t know how I could possibly repay you.”

I patted the man on the sleeve. “Just make us look gorgeous in the next photo shoot and we’ll call it even.”

The man let out a sigh of relief. “The gods must have been listening to my pleas for help and sent you ladies to me.”

Carla gave a wry smile. “I’ve never been told I was the answer to someone’s prayers before.”

Harland gave us the address to Eddie’s apartment. The photographer fired his assistant over a week ago and had been struggled over calling the police about the stolen photographs. Harland surmised that would make matters worse. Admitting that the pictures existed would open up those poor ladies to a scandal for sure. Harland hoped Eddie would come to realize that what he was dong was wrong, but after a week of silence he became convinced that Eddie would follow through with his plans.

Eddie Farmer lived on the second floor of a three-story apartment building. The place was a real dive. Broken glass bottles decorated the stairway, loud music blasted from a room down the hall, and a sick baby was screaming its little head off. I hoped nobody was stripping my little blue car while we were visiting there.

I banged my fist on Eddie’s door and called his name. No answer.

A very overweight unshaven man in a dirty gray tee shirt and bib overalls appeared from the stairwell and waddled up to us. He instantly reminded me of Junior Samples from Hee Haw. “What’s all the ruckus about?” Fatso demanded. I couldn’t help noticing his teeth and breath needed some serious attention.

“Are you the superintendant?” I asked.

“Who wants to know?”

“Private investigators working with the local police.” I added the police part to add a tad more authority to our cause. “Does this apartment belong to Eddie Farmer?”

“I think so. I don’t know his last name exactly. He moved in a few months ago and always paid in cash. Why?”

I raised my palm to silence him. I leaned my face closer to the door. “Do you smell that?”

The fat man tilted his face close to the door and sniffed. “Whew, that stinks! What is that?”

“I think I have a good idea,” I grimaced, stepping away. “We better call the police.”

I was a crime scene investigator for a number of years before becoming a private eye and knew that odor well. You never forget that smell, especially if the body had been dead for awhile. That was one aroma one never tends to forget.

I’ve seen a number of dead bodies since I became a private investigator. Mostly my cases involved fraudulent insurance claims and missing valuables but occasionally I would work a homicide case with the local police department.

I wasn’t all too keen on assisting with this particular murder case. Judging from the odor emanating from the apartment, the poor fellow had been dead some time. Most likely didn’t look too pretty either, I bet. I had a hunch Eddie’s early demise had something to do with those stolen photographs. Quite a coincidence that a few days after he absconded with the naughty pictures from Harland, the man ended up dead.

About fifteen minutes later, two uniformed policemen arrived and had the disheveled Super unlock the apartment for them. Carla and I stood a discrete distance down the hall. Even at that range I could tell the stench was strong. The cops entered the apartment leaving our obese companion in the corridor with us.

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I’d start by kissing you, and then lightly with one finger slowly stroke the front of your trousers… up and down, up and down. I’d gently slip my tongue into your mouth teasing it against yours to see how you respond.

I’d add a second finger to stroking your growing bulge… and when I feel your hands slide down my back to start kneading my ass I’d moan into your mouth with pleasure, deepening the kiss.

When I feel your cock begin to heat up and press into my fingers and your breathing quicken, I’d stop stroking and slowly take off your belt, taking my time to unbutton and unzip your pants, finally letting them drop to the floor.

I’d slide two fingers, one hand on either side of your hips, into the waistband of your boxers and begin pulling them down. Meanwhile continuing our kiss, swirling my tongue around yours.

When I’ve slid your boxers down I’d break our kiss with a grin, quickly kiss you on the cheek then drop to my knees in front of you, steadying escort bursa myself by holding onto your hips.

I’d lick my lips while gently caressing your cock with my fingertips. I’d lightly kiss just the tip of your dick, sucking in slightly, then stop and look up at your face and grin cheekily.

I’d kiss your tip again, opening my mouth a little to gently run my tongue over your head, my hands teasing up and down the sides of your shaft. When I feel you start to thrust into my mouth a little I’d pull back letting your tip slide past my lips.

I’d look up at you again while still stroking your shaft, wink, then push your cock to the slide a little so I can lightly kiss your balls.

As I sat back on my heels I’d put my mouth back on your cock and begin pulling you into my mouth as far as I can take you, the gentleness from the moments before forgotten.

I’d swirl my tongue around your head while sliding my hand up and down your cock, bursa merkez eskort feeling your encouraging shudders as I suck you in again and again.

By this time you’ve wound your hands tightly into my hair and you begin pulling me towards you as you thrust into my mouth.

I moan as the tension in my hair increases and the slight vibration only makes you fuck my mouth harder.

Your speed and force become a little too much for me and I shove your hips back, your cock leaves my mouth with a slight pop. You’re breathing so hard your whole body is heaving, I know you’re close so I suck your head back into my mouth and swirl my tongue along its’ sensitive slit. I start sliding my hand along your slick shaft, sucking as I pull you towards me and releasing as I slide back, with my other hand I gently reach down and start massaging your balls ever so lightly.

These new sensations cause your muscles to tighten… and I know bursa sınırsız escort you’re almost at the edge… the thought makes me happy and I moan a little in anticipation…

This last little thing pushes you over the edge and I feel your balls contract in my hand. As you orgasm your hips flex involuntarily, causing your cock to pop of my mouth and you cum all over my chest gasping as you do.

I giggle a little and stand and kiss you, supporting you as you sag against me in complete release.

I nuzzle my nose into your hair and inhale your scent as I wait for your breathing to subside. When your chest is no longer heaving I ask if we can snuggle and you nod and stagger to the bed, still too spent to speak. I strip off my now cum stained shirt and bra, slide my pants and thong off and crawl in next to you. I gently tug you out of your shirt and start to lay on my back next to you. You grunt at me and grab me, turning me so my back is to you. You position your still warm cock against my ass, tangle one of your legs through mine and snuggle into my hair while one of your hands slides over my chest to comfortably cup my breast. You let out a contented sigh and I wriggle closer to you and turn to kiss you. Happy to be in my favorite place in the world.

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The girl under him was soft enough, he supposed. Tristan flexed his hips against her. She moaned at all the right times. His cock was full with arousal. Arousal and perhaps, anger. He brushed away the thought and withdrew his flesh from the woman’s, before slamming against her. She groaned.

“Do you like to be fucked?” He said in a low voice.

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “Yes,”

He pulled her legs tighter around him and slammed hard into her again. She writhed under him.

“Hard?”

She nodded wordlessly, her mouth opened in pleasure.

He rolled his hips against her, each movement rubbing her clit against his bottomed-out cock.

“You like to cheat on your lover by fucking someone else?”

The woman’s eyes opened in confusion.

“Uh…”

“Is that what you like?” Tristan repeated. He pushed the woman’s hips up and pressed his face into her. She groaned and arched her back, ignoring his question under his expert tongue. He lashed her wet folds with his tongue, dipping inside her and eating her out with deep pleasure. She squirmed under his mouth. When he felt the beginnings of an orgasm start in her, Tristan pulled back and plunged his cock into her. She arched harder against him and he pounded them both to completion.

With deep disdain, he got dressed.

“I don’t have a lover,” the woman said. He looked at her with no interest.

“I’m not cheating on anyone,” she continued.

Arching a brow, Tristan picked up his jacket and left her house.

——————–

Faye sat with her legs up on her bed.

Steph entered with a tray of cookies and orange juice.

“Faye, honey you have to eat sometime you know.” She sighed, sitting beside her friend.

Faye looked away.

“Faye, it will be alright. Do you want to file a report against-“

“No,” Faye said. “No, I want to forget about it.”

Steph looked at her worriedly. “Well, I’m asking my bouncer friend to make sure he doesn’t come here again,” she offered.

Faye sat, unmoving.

“Dear, you know Tristan will come round soon,” Steph said gently. Faye flinched. “He’ll realize that it wasn’t what he thought it was, and he’ll come round,” Faye looked at her. She shrugged.

“Well. You can’t stay home all day. Let’s go to the library, at least, you should return that Gatsby book you borrowed weeks ago. It’s probably way overdue.”

Faye let Steph bustle her about the house, gathering things and books for their little trip to the library.

She felt nothing.

She hadn’t felt nothing in years.

———————–

There weren’t many people in the library. But then, there never are. So when the bell tinkled and a tall man walked in with a young lady, Faye wasn’t surprised to see that it was Tristan. Steph gasped.

“Uh, ma’am these books are for return,” she said hurriedly to the librarian, chucking her books at her.

Faye eyed the couple. Her face remained as set in stone as ever.

Tristan made no indication that he had recognized her. He drew the female closer to him.

Steph battled within herself. Taking a look at her friend, then at the stony-faced Tristan, she pressed past the shelves and tackled Tristan to a corner.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” She hissed.

Tristan looked at her expressionlessly.

“She didn’t cheat on you, you dimwit! She was fucking raped!”

A muscle moved in his jaw.

“Stop being an ass! What’s with all these women! You’re turning into Faye before you! Before she met you!”

Tristan leaned in to speak in Steph’s ear.

“Well, I must say there are some merits to it.”

He turned and walked back to his companion.

Steph bristled.

“YOU ASSHOLE.”

The librarian hushed her fiercely.

Tristan walked to the exit with the perplexed female he was with. Before he left he turned and looked at Faye. She did not look at him.

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The hand moving down the front of his chest was small and leanly-fingered. Absently, Tristan took a chip from the bowl on the table and ate it. The crunch was loud in his quiet apartment. Kitty sat in the corner, eyeing her owner with churlish disapproval. The new girl smelt odd, clung to her owner way too much for comfort, and worst of all, didn’t like dogs. She could tell. Kitty could always tell. Grunting harshly she curled up in her bed, with her neat rump to them and went to sleep.

The girl was insistent.

“Somebody’s happy,” she purred, her long limbs tangled around Tristan’s body from where she sat behind him on the couch. He shrugged noncommittally from his perch on the floor. Another chip followed the first. Idly, he flipped through channels on the TV. Her hand dipped past the waistband of his pants.

She was trying, nobody could say she wasn’t. This man, he was prize male. He smelt of money, and handsome aloofness. No girl could resist a moneyed, good-looking man who didn’t really want her. She increased her efforts, walking her fingers past the beginnings of hair down Tristan’s abdomen, to where he lay nestled in his briefs, snug and asleep. She drew the tips of her bursa eskort bayan fingers over the bump in the cotton. Tristan chewed quietly. Undeterred, she spread her hand over the warm surface of his balls below, and massaged firmly. Tristan cleared his throat. The girl stroked her fingers up again, feeling the outline of him solidify under her coaxing touch.

“Mmm,” she cooed, tracing the plump head of his cock through the fabric of his briefs. Tristan turned his head and looked at her. She smiled at him encouragingly, but he did not break a smile. He turned his gaze back to the TV and she hid her frustration. Brusquely, she eyed the channel he had landed on. “This show is crap,” she muttered. “Seriously, That 70s Show? Even I don’t watch that junk.”

She was startled when she felt him tense beneath her.

After a taut silence, he stood up.

Anxiously, the girl curled her limbs up and wondered if she had said something wrong.

His eyes were expressionless as ever as he knelt and picked her up, slinging her over his back in a fireman’s lift. She squealed, and the sound stirred Kitty, who tottered after Tristan as he made his way to his bedroom. To her deep displeasure, Tristan closed the door in the pug’s face.

She didn’t know what was going on, but this was good. Tristan stripped off his shirt lazily, and she watched with rising anticipation, greedily eyeing the taut lines of his body, the low rise of his pants on his hips, the sculpted muscle leading to the faint arrow of hair that disappeared into his briefs. He met her eyes with the closest to a smile that she had seen so far, and after shucking his pants and underwear in one motion, put a knee on the bed and hoisted himself over her.

She swallowed slightly and looked down. It rose in an almost-graceful arc, pressing against his belly, full and plump-crowned. He knew where she was looking and he dipped his head into the curve of her neck, his mouth tracing a delicious path on her skin. She shuddered against him as he reached back and pulled the sheath of her dress over her head. His eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her, one strap of her bra fallen over her shoulder, her panties snug against what was surely moistening flesh. He pulled the lowered strap down so that the pale flesh of her breast was exposed to him. A faint blush feathered her cheeks. He noted it with absent surprise as he kissed the underside of her breast, firm and curved, and watched her nipple tighten. He put out his tongue and licked it. She almost whimpered. With his right hand, Tristan felt the skin of her thigh. It was smooth and pliant, and when he skirted the front of her panties with his hand she bucked involuntarily up toward him. He followed the rise of her movement, denying her the contact she sought. She clicked her tongue slightly in frustration, and he silenced her with a kiss.

She wasn’t expecting his kiss, and the sweet musk of his lips, his tongue delving into her mouth was unexpectedly pleasing. She curved up into his kiss, finding herself wanting more. Tristan noted the breathlessness in her kiss and gave in, sliding his fingers snug over the front of her panties, stroking her through the fabric. She breathed heavily, savouring the touch of his hand on her, still teasing her with his light strokes through her panties, cupping her sex with his hand and stroking the swell of her clit with his thumb. She realised her eyes were half-closed with arousal and she opened them, looking up into his eyes. What odd eyes he had. They never seemed happy. Wordlessly, she reached down, running her hand over his naked form, his strong chest and taut abdomen, and clasped the rigid, warm shaft that grew from between his legs. He jerked slightly against her, and she was pleased to know that he did have a weakness, after all. Encouraged, she slid a finger over the moisture of his cock and stroked him slowly.

Tristan found himself flexing his hips into the girl’s grip. He stilled, fighting to regain full control, and swiftly pushed his hands past the barrier of her panties, flexing his fingers through the top of the fabric. He felt her soft, moist lips part for him, and she moaned softly, her eyes closing again, and he coaxed the pleasure from her, strong, even fingers in her slick wetness. She looked almost delectable, he found himself thinking, and brushed the thought away as quickly as it came. She was lost in sensation, her body lithe and undulating under his touch. He slipped a finger into her and she shuddered. He slid in another and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She looked like she was about to come any minute. Pursing his lips, Tristan drew back and removed her panties in one swift motion. He sheathed his cock with a condom and before she could gather her senses about her, aligned his hips with hers and thrust heavily into her.

She shuddered under him, feeling that exquisite pleasure-pain of a thick, warm cock first penetrating her flesh, and he gave her no time to recover, tipping her up against the pillows and thrusting into her. Pleasure flooded her senses and she clutched at him tightly. He thrust unyieldingly into bursa merkez escort her, knowing nothing but the warm, slick clasp of her flesh on his, and she gave in to his fierce lunges.

When she came, she arched against him, writhing in almost-agony, her legs stretched in a vee around his body. She could feel his cock jerking inside her as he followed, his face etched from his orgasm, and feel his balls clenching against her.

Tristan lifted himself off her, disposed of the condom, and went back outside to the living room, as if he had done nothing more than have a cup of tea.

———————-

“Are you going to work, today, Faye?” Steph asked from the kitchen. Faye shrugged.

“I guess,” she murmured.

“You guess?” Steph balked, emerging with lunch.

“You haven’t been in days! Aren’t you worried you might get sacked? And you just got this job, Faye!”

Faye looked at her lunch with distaste.

“Yeah.. I’m going…” she said. “In fact I’m going now, I don’t have any appetite.” She stood up, took her bag and left through the front door.

Steph hurried to the gate.

“Be back soon as you’re done!” She called, just glimpsing Faye’s wan figure disappear round the corner. She sighed. “Like her mother more than her sister nowadays,” she muttered. She looked into her empty house. “Maybe I should get a cat,” she mused.

————————————-

“Miss Clearwater, we have strict rules in this organisation,” Samuel Lexington intoned. He had his back to Faye. She eyed the potted plants idly.

“Disappearing for days with no notice, and turning up late suddenly, that is not to be tolerated,” he continued sternly, turning round and looking at her. Faye remained still. He studied her for a long time.

“I will let this pass this once. Don’t let it happen again.” Faye nodded and turned to exit the office. As she opened the door he added, “If it were not for Tristan I would never let such misconduct arise in the first place. Be grateful, Miss Clearwater.”

Faye stilled in her tracks. She turned and looked at her employer. He was surprised by the look in her eye.

“Tristan? You hired me because of Tristan?” Her voice was low and quiet, but the menace in it was foreign to Samuel.

Before he could answer, she left the room.

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The king knocked his sceptre on the side of his throne. Once, twice, thrice. What the – The girl woke up from her dream to a loud banging on the door. She looked up blearily from her place on the fold-out sofa-bed. Kitty was scrabbling at the door with her paws. Frowning, the girl looked in the direction of Tristan’s room. The door was firmly closed. She shooed Kitty away and peered through the keyhole. There was a woman outside, with short hair and fierce eyes. What the hell?

She opened the door a slight notch.

“Who are-“

Faye pushed the door wide open and walked past her into the apartment. Kitty barked, a short, happy bark, and followed close at her heels.

“Hey man! Who the hell are you?” the girl demanded to know.

Faye barely acknowledged her presence. She walked straight to Tristan’s room and opened the door.

“You ass!” She screamed. He was asleep on his bed, and woke slowly. Faye climbed onto the bed and hit him with a pillow. “You lying, snivelling prick!”

He was shocked to see her, but had no idea what she was talking about. Her face was flushed red from anger, and she bristled in her work-clothes.

“Mind giving me some idea of why you’re throwing an incomprehensible fit in my bedroom?” He said, sitting up with some difficulty.

“SAMUEL.” He blinked.

“SAMUEL LEXINGTON, YOU BIG FUCK.” He blinked again, and noticed the girl standing behind Faye in the doorway, watching the curious scene unfold with bewildered eyes.

“Gayle. Please leave us,” he motioned with a hand.

turned and looked at the girl properly for the first time.

“Gayle? Seriously? You’re fucking some girl named Gayle?” She spat. “How old is she, nineteen??”

Gayle frowned and retreated to the living room. Kitty watched her go with satisfaction.

“She’s a stranger,” Tristan said quietly. “She’s not exactly someone I once loved.”

Faye looked at him in disbelief.

“Seriously?” Her shoulders, tense with anger before, now sagged. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” She spun on her heel to leave in a huff, but Tristan bolted from his bed and took her wrist.

She struggled against him but he held fast. Emotion welled in him for the first time in days and he took her face and kissed her.

Spluttering, Faye withdrew from Tristan’s embrace.

“Let me go!” She screamed.

“No,” he answered. He drew her close with his other arm, steeling himself against her struggling.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight,” he continued. She still thrashed in his grip. “I couldn’t handle seeing that, I ..I didn’t know how.. I don’t know how,” he added, pulling her closer in his arms. She began to still, her face pressed against his bare shoulder, her anger morphing into pain. bursa sınırsız escort bayan He held her as she wept, and Kitty tottered out of the room. She paced past Gayle, who stood in the living room, listening to the two of them.

Her face unreadable, Gayle left the apartment quietly.

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The words were many, and the emotions as well, but after an hour of talking they had managed to come to peace with each other.

Faye lay against Tristan in his bed. His arm was around her, as it had used to be.

“So I guess I’m jobless again,” she said, playing with the fingers of his hand. Tristan smiled. “Well, that just gives us more time together,” he answered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry I got Samuel to give you a place in his firm. I thought it was what you wanted.”

Faye frowned. She tilted her head up at him.

“Noooo, what I want is to know that I’ve earned my own employment,” she socked him in his pectorals. He faked pain and she relented, rubbing his skin gently. “Not cos my partner is some loaded dude in high places.”

Tristan laughed. “Partner, eh,”

“Well, for now, you’re still on probation, Mister.” She squinted her eyes at him.

Tristan laughed and took her hand in his. Her eyes softened when he gazed at her. He didn’t think he would miss her this much. Touching the line of her jaw with his hand, he tipped her chin to his and kissed her.

She broke the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, I’m not taking leftovers of some young punk girl named Gayle,” she huffed. Tristan tried to hide his smile.

“You’re not, she can’t compare to you,” he said in her ear. Reaching for her right hand, he drew it under the covers, guiding it to him. Her fingers clasped on his hardness. “She can’t do to me what you do.”

Faye laughed.

“I’ll think about it,” she murmured.

Tristan flipped her over, and she smiled against him as he pressed his naked body against hers, still fully clothed.

“I can make it up to you,” he said. She looked into his serious eyes, a hint of playfulness in their corners. She feigned ignorance and looked at the ceiling.

Tristan skirted the collar of Faye’s shirt, slipping his hand inside. He reached past her thin bra and palmed her breast, plumping the gentle mounds in his hands. Faye swallowed a gasp. He reached down, fiddling with the button on her pants. The sound of her zip being lowered was loud in the heated silence. He pulled at her slacks, and she yielded to him. Soon she wore nothing but satin panties.

“I still won’t take some girl’s leftovers,” she muttered. “Some girl named Gayle. I still can’t get over the name sounding like mine,”

Tristan smiled and raised himself higher over her body to whisper in her ear.

“There was one thing I didn’t give her,” he said. Faye listened. “I didn’t eat her out,” She bit her lip.

He held her gaze as he returned to his position between her thighs, her soft thighs on either side of his face. He propped them up on his shoulders, and felt a faint shudder ripple through her. With something akin to shock he realized that she had probably remained chaste while they were apart. Shame filled him and he pressed an apologetic kiss on her inner thigh.

Faye looked down at the delightful spectacle that was Tristan between her legs. She breathed heavily in excitement, but tried her best to curb any signs of it. When she felt him press an open-mouthed kiss on the satin of her panties she couldn’t help flexing her hips against him. He looked at her, dragging his tongue lazily across her slit. The barrier of the satin prevented maximum sensation but the satin was getting wet. Her senses melted into each other as he swirled his tongue over the apex of her thighs.

Tristan watched for the right time, and when he saw Faye’s eyes drift closed, he pulled her panties aside with one finger and looked at her. Her plump, wet lips, swollen with arousal, met his hungry gaze. He pressed his mouth to her and licked through her slit. She shuddered against his face, her hands reaching down to clasp his head to her. With her thighs clamped around him and his mouth open on her wet pussy, she was all he knew, all he felt, smelt and tasted. Her spiced, familiar musk filled his senses and his eyes drooped with deepening arousal. He ground his stiff cock into the bed. Shifting his head, he licked at her, tracing the shape of her clit with his tongue, laving the sweet juices from her center. Faye bucked unevenly against him. She was lost in sensation, knowing nothing but the wet pleasure of his tongue against her, swirling against her, insistent on her, his lips closing around her entire sex, his low moans against her as he breathed her in, ate her out. She felt fuzzy with the sheer decadence of it all.

Tristan’s face was smeared with Faye’s arousal. He pulled back slightly and licked the sides of his mouth clean, savouring the taste of her that he had so missed. She opened her eyes and looked at him. They were dark with arousal and he found himself snug against her, his cock between the lips of her pussy, wet from his mouth and from her desire, and he thrust against her, watching the arch of his cock slip over her, not entering but slipping over her slick surface. She kept her eyes on him as she reached down and fit him to her. He said nothing. She angled him properly and flexed her hips up. He slid into her depths and she groaned, clutching at his arms.

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Was a beautiful spring day so I thought I would get to work on my tan so I headed out to the pool with everything I needed for a quiet afternoon. Laying there reading my book feeling the sun’s rays heat my skin up but that was nothing compared to way the book getting me aroused. As the characters in my book were in the heat of passion my own libido was in full swing. I slowly slid my hand across my breast, the soft touch of my hand I could feel how stiff my nipples were. The more I read the lower my hand went, slowly like a lioness stalking her prey my hand slipped into my bikini. My fingers found my clit, pressing down ever so easy as they glided across it. I slight gasp as a finger fell into my pussy, so moist I could feel myself getting wetter. My finger touching my special spot I pushed in deeper, burying my finger deep in me.

Dropping my book in need of my other hand, I quickly pulled down my bottom piece. Feeling the suns warm rays on me, I added a second finger. My fingers bursa escort working my pussy over, I freed my breasts from their restraints. The warm sunshine and the cool breeze had my nipples hard; gently I squeezed one then the other. Forgetting where I was and indulging in my own pleasure I heard voices, turning my head I saw two men on the other side of the fence and I could tell they were enjoying what they were seeing. I gave them a stare then went back to my business, after a few moments of putting on a show I looked backed at them and motioned them over.

They quickly came over the fence and rushed over to me. The blonde hair guy kneeled down next to me and planted a soft kiss on my lips, his friend had other plans on his mind and I was happy that they were the same as mine and his tongue when straight to my swollen clit and gave it a good lashing. I reached down and grabbed his head and pushed his face into my pussy, with his long brown hair fully in bursa escort my grasp I worked his tongue all over my pussy. Blonde had strip down and offered his cock to me, I began to lick the head and suck on it. After a few minutes of sucking his cock I needed to fuck and I was going to fuck these two guys into submission. I pushed blonde away and stood up I kissed the dark haired man then bent down to suck his cock.

Blonde came up from behind and entered my pussy sliding in me I felt him burry his cock all the way in me. Sucking one cock and fucking another was a fantasy of mine for the longest time and now it was no longer fantasy but reality. I could feel my pussy tightening on his cock as I started to cum. Without a pause he banged my pussy till I came, with that I had to have his friends larger cock in me. I pushed blonde out and stood up kissing my dark haired lover and said to him it’s your turn to fuck me. He spun me around and bent me over bursa eskort and quickly began to fuck my pussy, once again I took blonde’s cock in my mouth but this time my cum was all over it and I sucked it clean.

His large cock filled my pussy and was nice to have it in me feeling it hit the deepest area of my pussy. While sucking on blonde I was rubbing my clit and could feel myself ready to orgasm again, and he must have felt it to as he fucked me harder and then I came again. I sat down on the edge of my seat and had both men standing in front of me watching them stroke their cocks, listening to them as they told me they were going to cum. I leaned forward with my mouth open and waiting to catch their cum and just as my dark haired lover began to cum; I was startled by the phone ringing reaching over and seeing who it was and to my surprise it was Jenny.

She was in town and wanted to know if I was available for lunch, I asked when you getting here and with a sexy voice she replied in 10 minutes. With a grin I got up out of my bath and dried off to get ready for lunch, I always love special delivery lunches and Jenny is delicious. It is amazing what a person can fantasize about, in dreams you can become anything.

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It was summer and the sun had graced us with its presence on a weekend.

After a lovely breakfast we decided to go for a walk in the woods.

You dressed seductively for the occasion. A tight white t-shirt; showing off your beautiful boobs and your gorgeous body. A very short Jeans Skirt; allowing me to enjoy your lovely slender legs.

We arrived at the woods. I got out of the car and walked round to your side. I watched as you swung your legs out of the door and slipped on some tan boots. Your legs stretched out in front of you, I was instantly turned on. I could see the outline of your boobs inside your t-shirt, there was no sign of a bra. I didn’t think it was possible, but that turned me on even more. Subtly I adjusted my hardening cock inside my jeans. You jumped out the car. I locked it and we headed off into the woods.

We walked hand in hand enjoying the fresh air, talking and laughing. We hadn’t seen a soul, it was a beautiful wood. Every now and again we stopped and kissed.

We’d been walking a while and it had been getting darker with clouds appearing above bursa eskort us through the woods leafy canopy. The air had cooled and we could sense rain was imminent. We decided to turn back and head for the car.

As soon as we had done so heavy rain drops started cascading down over us.

Very quickly we were drenched.

I saw a large oak tree and grabbed you hand and pulled you under it’s cover.

As I pulled you closer I noticed your nipples were showing through your t-shirt.

My cock stirred and grew instantly hard, pushing against my jeans.

I pulled you closer for a kiss.

My lips were soft, but firm on yours.

The kiss lasted a while. Soft kissed and then more urgent my tongue caressing your lips.

You could tell how horny I was. My kisses were urgent and passionate. But also you could feel my hard cock pushing against your pussy.

My hands had been holding your head while we kissed. But now I moved them down. Running them over your back, and down to your bum. I pulled you harder against me. My cock hard against your pussy. You could bursa escort bayan feel yourself growing more and more aroused.

My hands lifted the back of your t-shirt. I felt lovely as my warm hands ran up and down your back.

You lifted up your arms. I knew what that meant and I pulled off your t-shirt.

The rain rolled over your boobs. They made you shudder, but everything hardened and made you tingle.

My head went down to your boobs. You leaned back and enjoyed as I kissed and sucked on your boobs.

Your hands meanwhile were busy. Undoing my belt, button and zip. Releasing my hard cock from its prison. It burst out as you released it, springing to attention.

I turned you round. Your back now against the tree.

I pushed you hard against it. The rain running over you face, down your body. You looked into my eager eyes. You knew what you wanted, and you knew I wanted it.

You hitched up your skirt, held onto my shoulders and jumped, wrapping your legs around me.

My hands were under your bum. Helping you görükle escort up.

Then I lowered you carefully onto my cock.

It was hard and swollen. But I slowly lowered you onto me.

My hard, hot cock, slowly sliding inside you. Pushing you wet lips aside. Deep inside you.

Resting your back against the tree. And a combination of moving my hips and lifting you up and down, we made love.

Slowly to start with but as we both got more turned on it got faster and harder.

I pushed deep inside you as you moved up and down me.

I was filling you.

In and out.

Stretching you.

Filling you.

The cold rain running over are hot bodies.

I moaned as I fucked you.

You screamed every time your orgasm peaked.

We must have been there for about half an hour.

Until I burst inside you, filling you with lots of hot cum.

Our moment was broken, we heard someone whistling for a dog.

A few last thrusts and then I lifted you off and back onto the ground.

You pulled back on your t-shirt, pulled down your skirt.

I tucked my hard cock back inside my jeans, zipped and belted up.

As we walked back out onto the track, a dog ran past followed by a old man.

He smiled and said Good Morning.

As you said Good Morning back, you smiled and laughed, as you felt my cum running down your leg.

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It was almost midnight as I checked in at Reception but the view was still a sight to behold. Just the kind of view a bloke needs when he’s 200 miles from home and just done12 hours of painting, painting and more painting.

The glass architecture offered a brilliant moonlit scene across the river but that was hardly a match for the really interesting view before me. A pair of legs to die for, accompanied by her partner, was being attended to by the ever so professional male Receptionist, who was doing his very best to keep his eyes from her well displayed tits which were just about contained by her low cut vest.

High heels, gently tanned thighs and a pair of shorts that barely covered her curvaceous arse cheeks made for a far more interesting sight than the scene outside. It became a real problem for me to keep my eyes from her smooth shapely legs whilst her ample tits and long brunette hair gave her a real classy look; classy but somehow dirty despite the black ‘office girl’ designer glasses.

I became oblivious to all that was going on around me. All I could think of was burying my head between those gorgeous thighs. I imagined she would have a neat, well trimmed pussy and the sweetest tasting love juices. I imagined what it might be like to bend her over the bath and pound her from behind before filling that sweet pussy with my hot cum, to then watch it dribble down those heavenly legs as I tease her arsehole.

Three times the Receptionist summoned me to check in but I was discreetly ogling Sexy Legs as she and her partner walked to the lift.

I completed the usual paperwork and took the same lift as Sexy Legs where I caught the most delicious aroma of her perfume; heavy but not overpowering and once again my thoughts turned to her. This time I imagined filling her mouth with my cum as she sucked my cock on the moonlit balcony, unaware of the numerous passers by on their way to the array of local nightclubs.

Upon entering my room I immediately switched on to the adult channel, just in time to see some half naked dental nurse taking a thick black cock in her shaven pussy as she was fucked in the arse by the dentist. The film shot to a spectacular close up of two holes being filled bursa escort bayan with cock and I began to long for the day when I get to take part in a double penetration session. Maybe some old dear in Hamburg or Amsterdam will want some decorating doing soon I pondered, half in amusement and half in arousal!

Having quickly removed my trousers for the obligatory hotel wank and poured a glass of house red from the mini bar, I was settled into my sad little hotel routine and already looking forward to my full English breakfast.

A sharp knock at the door had me squirming and suddenly dragging my trousers back on. Given that I had only just checked in and it was now well after midnight it could only be something to do with an aspect of my paperwork.

I somewhat sheepishly opened the door, checking my flies first, to be brushed assertively aside by Sexy Legs as she entered my room.

“You won’t be needing this on, but it looks good,” she announced, switching the television off just before the dentist and his client offered their nurse a cream pie.

“My tired little brother’s gone to his room and I’ve come to play; it’s still very early.”

“What makes you think I want to play,” I said, playing hard to get for a nanosecond.

“Don’t you think I read your mind as you were letching in reception? You really need to be more subtle. Why do you think I took my jacket off? It was freezing’ in that lobby!”

“So you won’t need to wank yourself off now will you?” she asked rhetorically as she quickly removed my trousers. My raging hard on gave away exactly what I was about to do before she had invited herself in as she took me balls deep into her mouth. I wanted to fill her mouth with cum there and then but decided a better option was to manoeuvre her into the sixty- nine position.

She sucked furiously on my throbbing cock as I removed her shorts but I was wrong about her neatly trimmed pussy. Sexy Legs had a beautiful shaven pussy. I had only eaten hairy pussies before so the sight before me was simply irresistible; already moist cunt lips beginning to part themselves for a tongue fuck in full and beautiful close up.

I sucked and chewed her exposed clitoris gorukle escort and labia and she tasted every bit as sweet as I had imagined. I rammed my tongue’s full length inside her gorgeous wet hole. Her juices were dripping into my desperate mouth as she began sucking on my balls, still wanking my shaft slowly but now teasing my arse with her fingers. I was gagging for her to fill my tight hole as I moistened her anus with my tongue before slipping a finger inside her most private passage.

This sent her absolutely crazy with delight and I feared for the safety of my cock as she wanked me faster, sucked me harder and thrust what must have been her middle finger right up my arse.

I had no idea how fucking pleasurable being fingered by a woman could be but this was fantastic. I sucked and licked her pussy with such vigour that she squirmed on my face like a shark battling free from fishing nets!

“Fuck me NOW! I want you inside me NOW!” she demanded pulling her cunt off my face and herself off my cock. She dragged me by the cock into the bathroom, bent over the bath (had she read every detail of my mind?) and made me watch as she greased her cute little arsehole with shower gel.

I had never seen anything so hot! A gorgeous babe bent over exposing her most private parts, lubricating her own arsehole to assist the entry of my cock. There was no need for any further announcement as she covered the tip of my penis with gel, still bent over the bath, and pushed it all the way into her arse. No teasing the entrance, no more fingers, she thrust me in; right up to the hilt as we both screamed with delight.

I have never taken a girl up the arse without having first fucked her pussy and this made the experience even hotter. Usually I kiss, finger, lick and fuck. Only if a girl likes me enough or is drunk enough do I attempt some back door action but with this girl it was one quick blow job then a cock up the arse. Unbelievable!

There is no feeling on earth like fucking a nice tight arse but this anal exploit was totally amazing. She rocked onto every thrust of mine, her anus squeezing my cock with each thrust, urging it to shoot it’s load up her tight passage.

I bursa merkez escort bayan reached round to squeeze one of her breasts and no sooner had I began tweaking her nipple roughly, as she had demanded, than her climax started. Her anus tightened its grip on my throbbing shaft as she jerked back and forth with her orgasm.

My balls felt like they were about to burst with the excitement and filthiness of the situation and burst they did!

It took only three more thrusts with her strangulating grip on my cock before I shot bucket loads of cum into her; it felt like I would never stop! How much cum does a babe’s arse hold for goodness sake?

As I reluctantly withdrew my cock it was followed by a thick stream of my juices which, given that she was still bent over with her feet a good width apart, dribbled round to her swollen pussy lips before forming a puddle between her legs on the floor.

I rubbed and squeezed my cock to drain every last drop of this most fantastic orgasm as she stood up and invited me to wipe any remains from her cunt and arse, which I did eagerly but gently. After all, she had just taken one hell of a pounding but Sexy Legs (still no name) was obviously quite experienced at taking one up the dirtbox.

“Best get back . My husband might ring to check up on me,” she whispered as she left the bathroom. Husband! Not surprised really and not at all bothered. Especially as I was awoken at 630 by her washing my cock with her wet knickers before straddling me as I lay back and enjoyed the view of her firm plump tits bouncing as she gyrated on my cock, that took all of ten seconds to reach its full hardness with her nurse-like attention.

I should have been more careful with my room key! Or should I?

What a girl! A gorgeous body, a whore like attitude to sex and hygienic too! This was most definitely a girl that liked wild dirty sex and obviously received it regularly.

She quickly brought herself to orgasm; a combination of being impaled on my stiff cock and giving herself an expert fingering at the same time while I simply laid back and enjoyed the show.

I was far too shattered from my previous exertions to even contemplate coming again. I was totally in awe of this beauty writhing around on my cock. I could always have a wank when I eventually woke up properly.

She slowly withdrew me, kissed me politely on the cheek and turned to leave.

“Do I get to know your name?” I casually enquired as she opened the door and left.

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