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An Older Gentleman

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Meg assumed he had been coming into the store for quite some time before she finally noticed him. When she did, she saw that came in alone, two or three times a week and always got in her line to be checked out. He didn’t buy much, a few cans of this or that, a loaf of bread or a quart of milk and sometimes a piece of fruit or two and always a lottery ticket. Although he limped a little, walked with a cane and his clothing was a bit threadbare, he was always neat and clean with just a delicate hint of aftershave. He was tall and slender and carried himself with a certain regal elegance that she found intriguing.

Other than her long gone husband, Meg hadn’t had many men in her life. Her Grandfather, her Mother’s father, died before she was born and her Father had abandoned his family when she was only 2 and then was killed in prison the following year. Her mother committed suicide and at 4 years of age Meg went to live a solitary and lonely life with her grandmother, a bitter old woman. She got pregnant while still in high school and married the cheating, no good, alcoholic bum just before her son was born. After years of abuse, Meg’s husband left her for another woman when the boy was 5. She felt it was a blessing in disguise. Now, she was alone and had been for 8 years. She didn’t date often because, somehow, being alone suited her. However, she did miss sex.

The stately gentleman had been coming in a few months when Meg started exchanging pleasantries and then began to hold actual conversations with him. She found out his name was Don; he was 75 years old, a veteran of the Korean War and a widower. He retired from a company that went bankrupt and took his pension money with it. He lived in his own home on his social security, a small veterans disability pension for wounds received in Korea (the cause of his limp) and some dividends from stocks and savings.

One day while scanning his groceries she asked him, “I notice that you always wait for me to check you out. Why?”

“Well, please take this as a compliment, but you remind me of my dead wife, Helen. We were married 45 years when she passed away. Your beautiful blue eyes and blond hair make you look just like Helen, my virgin bride, when we were married almost 50 years ago. She was tall and very pretty, like you.”

She chuckled and blushed a little. “Thank you very much but I am 31 years old and I have been around some. I was married and have a 13-year-old son. I’m hardly a virgin.”

He smiled at her and, with a twinkle in his eye, said, “That doesn’t matter. It’s what I see in my mind that makes me happy and I just don’t have a lot of things to be happy about any more.”

The thought of her making him happy haunted her long after he left. She caught herself thinking about his smile and graceful way of expressing him self as she worked her way through he day. In bed that night she dreamt about kissing him and watching him smile as they made love.

“What foolishness.” She thought, “almost 45 years difference in their ages and at 75 he probably couldn’t make love anyway.” The odd thing was she still found herself excited and wet when she woke. The toy in her nightstand brought relief from the tension caused by the dream. The release was rapid and welcome. She hadn’t used the toy in months.

The following day, Tuesday, she watched for him but he didn’t come in. He finally showed up late on Wednesday and bought two cans of soup, a can of pork and beans, a package of hot dogs, some bread, an apple and a lottery ticket.

When it was his turn at the register she said, “I missed you. I was afraid you were sick or something.”

“No, no, I’m fine. I had an appointment at the VA hospital for a check up and I passed with flying colors. It’s just that I don’t have a car and I have to take the bus across town to get there. It takes forever and they aren’t the fastest people in the medical profession either.”

“No car? How in the world do you get around?”

“Mostly I walk. I only live about two miles from here so shopping is no problem unless it’s raining. Almost everything I need is here in this mall. Or I can take the bus when I need to. The main problem is when I need to buy something big that I can’t carry a long way by myself.”

Later that night she could once again visualize him, trudging through the rain carrying a huge bundle. When she offered to help he dropped the bundle, took her in his arms and kissed her. The bundle was a mattress that he opened up and used to make love to her, right there beside the road. Meg awoke with a start to find her pussy seeping juice. A quick touch of the vibrator brought a mind blowing orgasm, leaving her weak in the aftermath but somehow strangely unsatisfied.

Although Thursday was busy she kept her eyes out for him but he was a no show. Friday, she was about to give up on him when he finally came in. It was almost the end of her shift when he dropped his meager purchases on the checkout counter in front of her.

Meg was relieved bursa eskort to see him. “Hi, I thought I’d missed you.”

“Oh, the VA hospital called. They lost one of my tests and I had to go back again. I thought I would pick up what I needed for the weekend on my way home.”

She was pensive as she scanned his few items. She said, “Don, I’m off in five minutes. If you like, I could give you a ride home.”

“Why, I would like that, Meg. I am beat from pussyfooting around that hospital all day. Would you mind if I bought a couple of other things and a case of beer? It’s too heavy for me to carry all the way home so I can only get one when I have a ride.”

She laughed, “Of course not. Maybe I’ll charge you a beer for the ride home.”

He bought the extra items and the beer and waited by her car while she checked out her register and turned in the day’s receipts.

On the way to his house he said, “I hope you weren’t joshing about joining me for a beer. It’s been quite some time since I entertained a beautiful young lady in my home.”

She flushed a little and said, “Why thank you. I was kidding but now I would be honored to join you for a cool beer. Like you, I have nothing to go home to. My son is with his father for the weekend.”

“Well, if you like I could whip up some dinner too.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t put you through that much trouble.”

As they unloaded the car, Meg said, “Tell you what, if you are serious about dinner, I could order us a pizza, my treat. We both have to eat and I sure could use the company.”

“That would be lovely but I couldn’t let you pay…”

“Nonsense, let me worry about that.”

She ordered the pizza and they chatted while they waited for it. Slowly, (with Meg steering the way) the conversation turned to sex. She learned that he had never been intimate with anyone but his wife and that they had both been virgins when they were married. When he had been in Korea, his buddies often went to Tokyo for ‘R&R’ and he had been tempted but was always true to his wife in the end. Unfortunately, Helen had been barren and they had no children.

Meg was alarmed when she noticed tears in his eyes and a quaver in his voice as he told his story. She went to him and put her arms around him for comfort. They sat that way on the couch for quite some time until the moment was shattered by the arrival of the pizza.

The pizza and the second beer seemed to drive away the gloom and revive the ease of their conversation. She told him about her failed marriage and, the light of her life, her son.

When Meg started to clear away the remnants of the pizza, he put his hand on hers and said, “Why don’t we let that wait. When you were holding me a few moments ago I had the strangest feelings of my life. It was as if Helen was holding me. Would you do it again?”

His hand on hers had been a shock. She could feel her face flush and a warm rush through her entire body. She almost shivered at the excitement of it but demurely she said, “Of course. I think I felt something too.” She didn’t tell him that she could feel a wetness between her legs.

When he stood up, she went to him and put her arms around him. They just stood there for quite a few minutes with her head on his shoulder and his arms around her, holding her close. After a while, she canted her head back and looked at him. Although their faces were only inches apart, she could see he was smiling. On an impulse, Meg kissed him. She felt his grip on her tighten and his hands move down to her waist.

She canted her head back again and he whispered, “Thank you. I haven’t done that in a long, long time.”

With her right hand, she pushed his left hand down from her waist to the cheek of her ass and kissed him again. His other hand followed and she could feel the skirt of her uniform dress being pulled up until the only thing between his hands and her bottom was the flimsily fabric of her panties. He was gently kneading her ass and pulling her into him at the same time. Through his trousers, she could feel his cock getting hard and pressing against her tummy.

Their lips were still locked together when she opened her mouth a little and offered her tongue to him. Most men would gobble it up at this point, but not Don. As tenderly as if he were kissing it, he accepted her tongue and held it between his lips. Now, there was no question, he had a full, large erection. She could feel it prodding her stomach and desperately wanted to touch it.

Meg canted her head back and looked deep into his eyes. She gently pushed herself against his erection and moved her hips up and down, caressing it with her body. She whispered, “I think we should find a bedroom.”

Without saying a word, he kissed her again and swooped her up in his arms. Slowly, favoring his bad leg, he made his way into the guest bedroom and gently deposited her on the bed. With him hovering over her, Meg began to unbutton his shirt. When he took over, bursa merkez escort she deftly slipped out of her store uniform leaving her clad in only her bra and panties. She then undid the belt and waist button of his trousers. He stepped out of them and now both of them were wearing only their underclothes. His hard penis was so evident that it caused a tent in his boxers and a smile to come to her face.

She reached out and caressed it through the fabric of his shorts. It brought an audible gasp from him. Quickly Meg undid her bra and slipped out of her panties then helped him slide his boxers down, exposing his long, stiff cock. With him still standing alongside the bed, hovering over her, Meg’s hand gently fondled his firm penis, marveling at its perfection and firmness even at his age.

Although it was long like him, it was far from slim. She estimated it to be at least 7 to 8 inches long and almost 2 inches in diameter. The glans was large and well formed with a smoothness that was pleasing to the touch and created a perfect helmet. The shaft was long and creamy white, without any wrinkles or marks. What little pubic hair he had was very light gray, giving the impression there was none at all and making his dick look even longer.

All the while she had been inspecting his penis, he had been doing the same to her body. His left hand was softly playing over the swell of her breasts, cupping the curvature of these soft globes and letting his fingertips stroke the firm nipples. His other hand had strayed from her stomach to the soft nest of hair between her legs. She opened them slightly to give him better access. His hand crept down until he encountered the moisture her excitement had produced. Cautiously he allowed his fingers to brush back and forth along the lips of her pussy, until he was sure there was enough lubricant to allow them to enter her without force. Gently, he inserted his first two fingers into her while his thumb lightly nudged her clitoris. While he was pushing his fingers back and forth, fucking her with his hand, she moved around in the bed enough so she could take his penis in her mouth. He let out a sigh, canted his head back and enjoyed the action of his hand and what her mouth was doing to his sex-starved cock.

The reality of it all was not lost on him and soon he whispered, “I need to be in you.”

She moved around in the bed and gasped, “Come, get on top of me.”

Between her legs, with his weight completely supported on his hands and arms he let her hand guide his cock into her receptive cunt. It slid all of the way in with ease. With his weight on his arms, the only place they were touching was where his hard dick was sliding in and out of her moist pussy. She bent her knees a little so that she could raise her ass to meet each downward thrust of his cock. On and on he went, grunting a little with each drive of his tool into her.

Soon Meg could feel the vehicle of ecstasy speeding up the road of fornication. Her libido was bobbing like a boat in the sea of carnal rapture when she came. Her climax was so complete that she was left quivering and vulnerable. As sensitive as she was, he paid no mind and kept pounding his manhood deep into her slit. Minutes later, she had another climax and then another before she could tell by the increased tempo that he would soon join her in the hot-bed of coital bliss.

With a mighty shove he emptied the pent up product of his lions into her. She could feel the gush of his hot seed being ejected deep into her pussy, spurt after spurt. With each gush he sagged a little more until, finally, he was lying on top of her and his hips were making a very feeble fucking motion. There were no more jets of his semen. Slowly he slid off to lie alongside of her and soon both were soon fast asleep, cuddled in each other’s arms.

An hour or so later, Meg crawled out of bed to use the toilet. She cleaned herself up and took a warm, damp washcloth back to the bed and began to do the same to him. His penis was completely soft but still an attractive, symmetrical organ. On an impulse, she took it into her mouth and began to nurse on it as a baby might suck on it’s mothers breast. Little by little she could feel it begin to swell. She continued to nurse and soon it was full size, as big as it had been a few hours ago. Meg became aware that he was awake.

He opened his legs to give her full access to his dick and balls. “Oh, my goodness, that feels wonderful.”

He laid back and enjoyed the feeling of her warm lips as they caressed and enveloped his cock. Soon, he was bucking his hips against her face as his climax neared. With a massive thrust, semen erupted from his body and filled her mouth. She was able to take three or four gushes before she had to unload it into the washcloth.

“Oh, my, I have read about that but had never experienced it before. I would consider it an honor and privilege if you would allow me to do it to you. I’ve never done bursa sınırsız escort it but you can tell me what to do. I understand that most women like it and that it would most enjoyable for both of us.”

She said, with a smile, “I would like that.”

With Meg giving him instructions, she positioned herself in a sitting position on the bed with her back resting against some pillows and the headboard. He took a place between her legs with his face only inches away from her pussy. The first few swipes of his tongue across the lips of her cunt were tentative. Then, cautiously, he inserted it deeper in her. Soon, he was lapping at her vagina as if he had been doing it forever.

Patiently, when he did something that she found exceptionally enjoyable, she would “Oh” or “Ah”. It wasn’t long before the Oh’s and Ah’s were coming closer and closer until finally they became a continuous moan. Suddenly, she clamped her legs together, imprisoning his head and had a massive, wailing orgasm, writhing with the pleasure of it as he continued to probe at her pussy and clit with his tongue.

Some time later, she had regained enough of her composure to say, “Thank you. For someone that never did that before you certainly did it well.”

“I quite enjoyed it and I must say, I also liked the part about giving you pleasure.”

They cuddled up together to enjoy the afterglow of their encounter.

The bright sunlight streaming through the window woke her. He was on his back with his left arm around her while she was curled up tight against him with her head in his chest. Meg looked up and saw he was smiling again.

“Good morning sleepyhead.”

“My goodness, what time is it? I don’t know when I felt so relaxed and slept so soundly.”

“It’s well after nine o’clock. Like you, I had a wonderful night’s sleep. I have only been awake for a short while. I like watching you sleep.”

“Well, I think we should have a bath and do it again, just to – ah – loosen up.”

He chuckled, “You do remember that I am 75 years old. In my whole life I never did it more than once a week until last night. I think my spirit is willing but my flesh may be weak.”

“Let me worry about that. Come on, let’s have that shower, together.”

In the shower, she took the initiative and used her hands to soap him all over. He just stood there and enjoyed her lubricated hands massaging his chest and shoulders. When they moved down to his buttocks and eventually his groin, she found that his penis was already hard, sticking out, proud and ready.

She whispered, “See, you can do a lot more than you think you can. Now, you soap me just like I did you.”

He did. He let his hands slip and slide around every curvature and mound of her body. His fingers found their way into every crevice and fold.

Finally, she turned to him and put her arms around his neck. She was gratified to feel his hard cock poking her in the tummy. “Now I think it is time to go back to bed and do that thing which brings us so much pleasure and relief.”

Dripping wet, they stepped out of the shower and she toweled him dry, with special attention to his man-tool. He did the same to her but had a hard time containing the moisture seeping from between her legs.

Meg pushed him down on his back on the bed and mounted his middle.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to ride you. Haven’t you ever done it this way before?”

“I’ve never done it anyway except with me on top.”

“Well, just relax, I’m going to do all the work. All you have to do is enjoy.”

She pushed herself backwards until she folded his stiff rod between his legs with her ass. A little further back and it suddenly sprang up in front of her. She then slid forward, folding it down against his abdomen. She continued until the lips of her pussy completely encased it and the hard knob was rubbing against her clitoris. She slid back and forth quite a few times, repeating this over and over until she finally rose up enough to allow it to enter her. When she settled all the way down, all of his cock was imbedded deep in her warm pussy. The slightest movement of her body was transmitted through the warm sleeve engulfing him and brought indescribable feelings of pleasure.

She was now raising up and slowly settling down on him, letting his cock massage and caress the insides of her sensitive vagina. His hands, that had been fondling her breasts, moved down to her hips to steady her as he began to thrust upward to meet her downward strokes. Soon, he was fucking her from below with wild abandon, pushing his ass all the way off the bed in order to cram his dick as deep into her as he could.

Meg felt his movements slow and almost stop. Then she felt the gush of his cum as it jetted into her. Each beat of his heart brought squirt of his semen, each pulse a little weaker than the last. Finally he was still and there were no more spurts.

She was almost there, so by putting her hand on her clitoris while she posted up and down; she was able to bring herself to orgasm within a few seconds of his climax. When she recovered from the effects of the mind blowing erotic rapture, she looked down to see he was smiling again. With his wilting dick still imbedded in her, she lay on his chest and he put his arms around her.

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Enid had just turned 76. What a year her 75th had been. She had a little fling with Clyde, nice kid, but she shoo’d him off so he could find someone his own age. She finished her obligation to the ‘contestants’ of her little masturbation game, her bridge game was still going strong even though poor Lucy had to bow out for a few months after breaking her hip. She said it was from a fall, but the girls were convinced she broke it while doing the ‘horizontal tango’ with Clark. Clark would just smile and walk away when asked. Whereas Lucy was an ‘alternate’ player after Eileen, her absence didn’t have a huge impact.

The sad note, her cousin Laura had passed away. Laura had been a bit of a hero to Enid. First to smoke; then the first to quit when reality set in about the dangers. She was first to get drunk, and although she knew the dangers in drinking, THAT she never stopped, just slowed down. She was the first to get her driver’s license, the first to get married, the first to get divorced THEN remarried. She beat Enid into Yale by a full year. She was also the first to lose her virginity. Because growning up they were close, she and Enid confided almost everything to each other. Almost, because as Laura once said, “There’s nothing wrong with keeping a FEW secrets.”

Enid would drive to the cemetery every couple of days. Sometimes she’d get out of the car and just stand talking to the grave. Some days she’d just sit in the car and be at peace. Then she’d visit Foster’s grave a couple of sections over. He really had been a wonderful husband and she knew she never truly appreciated him when he was alive. They had done well together and thankfully, she continued to do well.

She also had all three of her sons over for dinner a couple of nights. Scot, who had moved with his wife to Oregon wasn’t often in the area and it was the first time all four had been together at the same time in over a year. Jack lived just a couple of towns over and Bobby, a couple of streets over so she was glad to see them fairly regularly, but to have all three boys over at the same time was a huge treat.

Scot had no idea about his mother’s ‘adventures’. Jack had a slight idea but Bobby pretty much knew though he preferred to never voluntarily think about it. Those thoughts would trigger his gag reflex. Enid never spoke about her activities, but knowing Bobby had a pretty good clue, she did enjoy innuendo now and then, just to watch his reaction.

She had enjoyed being 75 and now intended to enjoy 76.

She arrived at the Senior Center and sat down with her usual bridge buddies, Eileen, Ruth, and Roberta. All three were sitting quietly just waiting for Enid. As soon as she sat down, Eileen blurted out, “So, we have news.”

“Oh, and what would that be?” asked Enid.

Ruth grinned and said, “Lucy and Clark are getting married.”

“I was AFRAID he was going to knock her up,” chirped Enid. They all got a kick out of that one.

Eileen added, “Well, Clark refused to use a condom and Lucy won’t take the pill, it doesn’t mix well with her blood pressure meds, so it was inevitable.”

The four laughed away and Roberta added, “So, their first child together will be the grand uncle of their grand kids. They’ll be in their 30s and grand uncle so and so will be in diapers!”

Lucy, who was sitting on a couch with her crocheting group thought she heard her name at one point and walked over to see why there was so much laughter. She hadn’t put down her needles and yarn and as she walked over the fifteen feet, the yarn ball unraveled behind her. When Roberta pointed that out, the girls fell apart again, but immediately felt bad about it. Well, not entirely.

“What’s all the hubbub?” asked Lucy who noticed at that moment, the yarn situation. She blew it off asking further, “Did I hear MY name mentioned?”

“We were discussing the coming nuptials,” said Ruth.

“Congratulations, MRS. Bettencourt,” added Enid.

“You knocked up?” asked Eileen. This got them howling again.

“No,” said Lucy, then leaning in and loudly whispering, “He shoots blanks. But he’s hung like a small horse.”

She went back to her crocheting, picking up her yarn as she went, leaving the bridge players in hysterics. She was chuckling to herself as well but not laughing as hard as the others. She knew what she said was very true.

After the game the girls grabbed some refreshments and went into the TV room where “Let’s Make a Deal” was on. When it occurred to them that their making fun of some of the contestants was getting on the nerves of the others in the room, they left and sat in the lounge.

“So, Enid, you got plans for the weekend?” asked Ruth.

“To be honest, I’m glad you brought it up. I was thinking the four of us, heck, Lucy, too, could go to a movie. We haven’t done something like that in a long time,” came Enid’s reply.

“I love the idea,” responded Eileen. “I’ve got nothing going on and I’d love to get away from Fred. He’s becoming a real pain in the ass. I love the guy, but sheesh, it’s like he wants me to bursa eskort bayan wait on him hand and foot.”

“He IS an invalid,” Roberta reminded her.

“Yes, yes I know, but he CAN change the channel on the TV for himself and feed himself. Even the visiting nurse was ready to kill him the other day.” Eileen sighed and went on, “He’s really playing this thing for all it’s worth. And he’s not really an invalid, he broke his hip and he’s healing. He’s in pain, I’ve been there, I know it’s not easy, but oh my God, you would think he was on his death bed.”

“You’re a good wife.”

“I’m alright, but I come here to escape now and then. The visiting nurse shows up for his care and physical therapy and I scoot down here for an hour or two or three. It keeps me sane. It’s also nice to have Jerry stopping by so often,” Eileen said.

“He’s a good son,” said Roberta, adding, “unlike my son Stephen who would rather shack up with his girlfriend 500 miles away.”

They all rolled their eyes at that one. Roberta’s son Stephen lived only four towns over and because he didn’t visit every day, she acted like he had abandoned her. They realized after a bit that no matter what they said, she was convinced and they had finally just given up.

The day ended when Eileen said it was time to head back to help her poor crippled husband and Roberta needed to get back to her plants. Enid said she’d drop Ruth off at home. She asked, “How’s Benny doing at his new job?”

Ruth’s husband Benny, after a long career as a firefighter had retired then gotten bored so he took a job part time as a cashier at the local supermarket. Ruth replied, “He loves it. Not only does he see so many friends and neighbors, but the guys from the fire house are in all the time buying groceries. It gets him out of the house and puts a few extra dollars into our vast estate. In no time, we’ll have the Rolls paid off and be able to afford that jet we’ve talked about for years.”

“I thought you were planning to buy that golf course in Scotland? What happened to that plan?” asked Eileen.

“We didn’t like it. It turned out to be too close to the coast. Hank was convinced he’d lose too many balls in the ocean,” came the reply.

“You’re done retrieving his balls, right?” asked Roberta.

They laughed at that one and all went their separate ways. The senior center prudes were never sorry to see them leave. Lucy on the other hand kept telling herself she should hang out with them more.

That evening Enid was enjoying a rerun of Dallas when the phone rang. Part of her wanted to simply ignore it, but knew very well, if she didn’t answer it would be someone she wanted to talk to, not a robocall or some other annoying solicitor. She picked it up and it was Carol. Ah, Carol, the one woman she had had lesbian sex with.

“Hi, Enid, so sorry to trouble you,” Carol began. “I was just wondering if you knew Hal was having a birthday soon. He’ll be 84.”

“Oh, that’s right. Wow, he seems so, so,” Enid paused then added, “OLDER than that. I can’t believe he’s ONLY going to be 84. That old fart hasn’t even hinted at a rendezvous for over a year.”

Carol always enjoyed Enid’s humor. She had enjoyed Enid as well and hoped to once again. Seventy –nine wasn’t as old as some thought.

“Well, anyway,” Carol went on, “I was going to have a little surprise party for him, well, I guess not much of a surprise, that could kill him, but a party none the less. A small one; family and a few close friends. Not too many friends as close as YOU, sweet pea.”

Enid sort of rolled her eyes. She and Carol had enjoyed each other and Enid did find Carol a terrific lover, but, she wasn’t really interested in a second round. Carol lacked something that Enid preferred, a penis.

“Oh that would be splendid. What day were you thinking?” Enid asked.

“The ninth of April. It’s a few weeks away but this will give me a chance to contact people.” Carol went on,” and with luck I can line up enough people to make it special. He IS my only brother.”

“And a hell of a guy,” responded Enid, adding, “and in his time, a great lay.”

Carol loved that and couldn’t resist throwing in, “his sister isn’t bad either, remember?”

Enid sighed and thought, “She’ll never let this go,” but said, “To say the least. That was terrific, but, anyway….back to the party. Is there anything I can do to help out?”

“Nope,” replied Carol, “Just show up. OH, if you want to get your pals from the Senior Center together and bring them, that would be fine. Hal gets a kick out of them. Oh, and one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“When you do come, wear something sexy.”

Enid chuckled, but it was forced. She said, “Sure, just for you, or Hal. Mostly Hal.”

The conversation ended with the usual pleasantries and Enid just sat for a few thinking. Was Carol really that attracted to her or just a pain in the ass? Enid started picturing their encounter, started to remember how Carol had felt, how she kissed and how she tasted. Enid reached down between bursa otele gelen eskort bayan her legs and started to rub herself just a bit. The more the imagined the experience, the harder she rubbed. She got up and slid her pants down and sat in her living room pushing her fingers between her vaginal lips and then…

“Ah hell,” she said to herself, “I’m just not that into it.” She pulled her pants back up and went to the kitchen and got a ginger ale from the refrigerator.

She watched TV until after the 11 o’clock news and went to bed.

The next morning she ran some errands including finally getting an inspection sticker for her car. The man who had done it was cute. He was about 50 and looked Middle Eastern, a dashing sort of guy and pretty well built. Enid attempted to flirt with him a bit, but got nowhere. “Probably gay,” she thought to herself with a smirk.

When she got home, she put the couple of groceries she picked up away and made a cup of tea. When checking the phone, she found that there was a message on her voicemail. It was Clyde, her boy toy from last year.

“Hi, Enid, it’s me, I don’t know if you remember, Clyde.” He said. Enid was a little put out by the ‘don’t know if you remember part.’ The message continued, “I was just thinking about you and wanted to say a quick hello. I hope you’re doing OK. If you feel like giving me a call, my number is…”

He had been cut off at that point. Enid wondered if he did it on purpose, was too stupid to remember his own number or if there was a problem with the machine. Regardless, she wouldn’t be calling him. Then it hit her, Caller ID! She went through and found 3 numbers that weren’t familiar, all three had called today, though Clyde was the only one to have left a message. She dialed the first one and got what sounded like a fax machine. The second was “NOT IN SERVICE” which meant it had been a robo-call. She hated those and wished a despicable death on everyone who programmed one. And especially the jerk politicians who called at election time to remind you to vote for them. She had decided a long time ago that, if Representative so and so or Senator Blah Blah used one of those things to call HER, she’d vote for whomever was running against them, no matter who it was. Well, within limits of course. The third went to voicemail, but at least it was indeed Clyde.

“Hello you heaving hunk of manhood, you’re special friend here. I got your message but you didn’t leave a number. I used caller ID; Lucky for you. I’m doing well and hope you are also. And if for ONE SECOND you think I wouldn’t remember you, you’re VERY, VERY wrong.” She paused and added just for fun, “You’ve got a very memorable dick.” Then she hung up.

A couple of hours later, the phone rang and it was Clyde. “Hi. It’s me, Clyde.”

Enid beamed at his voice and said, “Well, say hey Clyde. I’m sorry I missed your call earlier and I’m sorry you missed mine.”

Clyde then said, “Say, that part at the end of the message you left, well, uh,” he sounded apprehensive but continued, “I was sitting visiting with my folks when I got the voicemail. I had it on speaker. You could feel a LOT of tension in the room at that last statement you made. I nearly shit myself.”

They both laughed but she knew Clyde well enough to know he wasn’t kidding could only imagine the atmosphere in that room when she said that.

Clyde continued, “I’ve just been thinking about you and figured I owed you a call. How’re all your friends doing? Crazy bunch, huh?”

“You do have that right. They’re good. What’s up with you? You get yourself a girlfriend? A handsome guy like you…handsome and talented.”

Clyde replied, “Actually, yeah, I’ve been dating a girl I met at school. She’s sweet. We’ve been out about a dozen times.”

“And…..”
“And what? Oh, I know what you’re asking. No, no sex. We’ve made out a number of times and we’ve touched each other, but nothing heavy. Just as well. She’s a little shy and I refuse to be pushy.” Clyde explained. “I want to when SHE wants to, not before, though I do admit I’ve had to take care of my own business a few times after a date.”

“I hear ya, laddie,” Enid said, feeling bad for the kid, but very much respecting his stance. “You’re doing the right thing by her and that is very admirable.” Then she said, “Are you alone now?”

“Yeah, back at the dorm.”

“You able to take care of yourself, NOW?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a single room. Why? What do you have in mind?” Clyde was just a tad excited at the thought of why this unpredictable women would ask.

“Ever had phone sex?”

“No, not really.”

Enid instructed him to strip off his pants and have a towel handy. He did as he was told and when ready, he stretched out on the bed and Enid began to purr into the phone.

“So, do you have your big hard cock in your hand?”

“Yes.”

“Imagine it’s mine. Don’t grip too tight. Just a little. Let the hand glide up and down slowly. Imagine me rubbing your chest, bursa eve gelen escort tracing your face with my fingers, running my hand back down your body to join the hand holding your cock. My fingers are stroking your balls and I smile as I see you getting lost in the sensation.”

Clyde was indeed lost in the moment as he listened intently.

Enid kept going. “Now my fingers run up and down your thighs. You’re harder now. My index finger can feel just a touch of pre-cum at the head of your penis and I use my finger to rub if all over the head. Now, I lower my mouth and give the face of your dick little kisses, slipping my tongue out and over as I do. Can you feel it?”

Clyde groaned a bit.

“My lips part and slide down to meet my hand. As my hand strokes up, my mouth lowers, my tongue gliding over you. My hand goes down, my mouth comes up and I continue to stroke you slowly, tasting you, engulfing you. My mouth comes off and I nuzzle your balls and give them a couple of licks so they don’t feel left out, but I go right back to your hard, throbbing shaft and take it all in again.”

She paused for a moment and sighed a bit herself for affect. Then she continued, “Baby, pick up the pace a little. Let me hear your breathing, tell me when you’re going to cum, but don’t rush it TOO much.”

Clyde grunted, “Ok, uh huh.”

“I pick up the pace, sucking and tonguing your hardness yearning for your juices to fill my mouth but not wanting the moment to come too soon, but I can’t help myself. You taste so good and your body looks amazing as you begin to lift your hips to me. I pump and I pump and…..”

“I CA-A-A-A-AME!” exclaimed Clyde. “Holy shit, I came so hard.” It was obvious he was out of breath. Enid could hear him cleaning himself up after he dropped the phone next to him. Once he had taken care of the mess, he picked the phone back up. “Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dropped the phone like that. Holy shit, that was unreal. Enid, Enid how is it you’re as good on the phone as in person?”

Enid somewhat quoted a line from a movie, “I do have a very particular set of skills.”

They chatted a bit longer about this and that and then they said their goodnights and Enid went up to her room to watch TV, but she was a bit restless after her phone call to Clyde. She called up one of her friends whom she could turn to now and then for a bit of a booty call, Arty.

Arty was one of her contestants. He could be as shy as a kitten and as eager as a puppy depending on his mood, but he was almost always up for a little playtime if Enid called, if he was available of course. Tonight he said he most definitely was and managed to arrive at Enid’s within 10 minutes of her hanging up. She let him in and took him by the hand and upstairs they went. As they climbed the stairs in silence, Enid realized she hadn’t gotten laid in a few weeks. Without even thinking she mumbled, “A few WEEKS?”

“What?” asked Arty.

“Oh, nothing, nothing. Get up here and fuck me. How about from behind tonight, would that work for you?” Enid asked

“Enid, hell, absolutely any way you want works for me. Just getting some attention from you works for me. Hell, I’d crawl over broken glass to get to you, I’d…”
Enid cut him off by saying, “If you crawled over broken glass, you’d be too cut up to screw. Now shut up and strip.

When they were both nude, Enid sat on the bed and looked at Arty who was standing. Her eyes widened and she asked, “Arty, did you SHAVE for me?” She reached out and caressed his genitals as he confirmed her guess. She added, “When did you do this? Nice job, very smooth and thorough.” She moved in and rubbed her cheek against his pelvis. “Very soft. You must have used lotion.” Then she slid her tongue over him. “CHERRY lotion! So nice.”

She kissed and tongued him all over the area and Arty started getting just a little dizzy. He felt like he might lose it way too soon. He thought of baseball. He hated baseball, but everyone always said it was ‘go to’ when trying to stave off orgasm.

“It makes you look bigger.” Enid slid her mouth over his erection, backed up and added, “and you seem to taste bigger, too. I can’t wait to see if you even feel bigger.”

Arty pictured Joe DiMaggio but became instantly disturbed at picturing Joltin’ Joe as he got a blow job. His thoughts segued to a former Mrs. Di Maggio, Marilyn Monroe. NOPE, NOPE, that wasn’t going to work.

Enid cupped his balls and gave one last little suck. Then she stood, turned and got on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. With her left hand, she reached around and pulled her ass cheek to the side, saying, “Ok Arty, prepare to fuck.”

“YOU’RE ASS?”

“No, I’m ju…..no, just get in there.”

Arty did. He slid his 6.2 inches all the way in and Enid sighed heavily. She again mumbled, “a few weeks?”

“What are you saying?” asked Arty as he slid back.

“Nothing. Sorry. Oh, Arty, that’s SO good.”

Arty slid forward slowly and carefully, like a torpedo being loaded into the torpedo tube on a submarine. Too quick, you could explode. Nice and easy. In, out, in, out, slowly and patiently. Enid was loving this. She began to picture Clyde lying on his bed stroking himself and it made her a bit wetter. Arty noticed the extra moisture and tried to slow himself, but his insertions became just a bit more forceful. Enid didn’t seem to mind.

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The strangest thing happened to my wife and me last summer.

We were traveling from our home in Pennsylvania, back to her parent’s house in Texas. I don’t like to fly, and neither does Connie, so instead, we rented a really nice car- a white Cadillac convertible- and we both took a week off from our jobs and decided to make the trip that way instead of by plane.

I used to do a lot of road-tripping before we were married. When I was in college, every summer, me and a couple of friends would take off, usually in May or June, for a week or two, and just travel. I had been out west as far as Oregon, and up to Maine and Nova Scotia in Canada. Over the past five years, I have settled down into a normal, mundane life, of marriage, taxes, and work, and before we took this trip, I hadn’t even been outside of PA or NJ in two years. So when my wife suggested we drive, I was excited about the idea. I planned out a slower, more scenic route- it would take a little over three days, as opposed to two- but we had two weeks off, and I wanted to make the most of it.

Not only that, but after three years of marriage, I decided it was time for a second honeymoon of sorts. We don’t have any children, but even so, I am an accountant and Connie is a registered nurse, so with our careers, time together is awful scarce. The best way to keep a relationship alive is simply to spend time together.

I considered myself lucky to get Connie in the first place.

While I am not a bad looking man- six feet tall, one-sixty, with dark brown hair and brown eyes- I am not spectacular, either. And although I am financially successful now, when I met Connie I was just a poor college student at Penn State who didn’t even own a car. I was working my way through college at a barrel factory, third shift, and that didn’t leave much time for socializing.

Connie, on the other hand, is gorgeous. Five foot six, she has naturally strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and a figure to die for. She is not thin, but instead, she is thick, in all the right places, a country girl type of build. She has large, 36DD breasts, a slim waist, and wide hips, with a wonderfully round, full ass. That was the first thing I noticed about her- that wonderful ass of hers. Shy and soft-spoken at first, after she gets to know you, her natural Texan nature comes out, loud, funny, and strong. And you ought to see the way she looks in her little white nurses outfit. When I met her, she was coming back to campus from the hospital, and she looked, simply, hot.

Connie also loves sex. Usually, a woman this attractive isn’t as good in bed as an average looking woman, but she is. When we first met, she was kind of chaste, and I expected her to be a bit of a cold fish. However, on our third date, she surprised me by unzipping my fly, and proceeding to suck my cock in the drive through at Taco Bell. Connie loves to suck cock, and she loves it when I fuck her asshole, while shoving my fingers in her pussy. She was not a virgin when I met her, but she has never mentioned her prior sex life, either, which was fine by me. I just wish I could shake the hand of the man that broke her in so well.

To get back to the story, we left home at about five AM, and that evening, we were somewhere in western Kentucky, near the border with Tennessee, when we decided it was time to stop for the evening.

It was a very small town- driving through it, I saw that it consisted of a typical southern square, with various shops, however, most were obviously closed for good. As it was seven o’clock, and getting late, there wasn’t anyone on the street, and only a handful of vehicles passed us either.

“Doesn’t look like much is happening here,” I observed, as we made our way down Main Street, past a boarded-up general store and the requisite Civil War monument, that every Southern town seems to have on it’s square.

“Well, maybe there is some place up the road a little,” she said, “Because I would like to stop for the evening.”

Just outside of town, about a mile past, I saw a small motel. One of the old-fashioned kind, single level, a dozen rooms with separate entrances, and a sign that said, “Traveler’s Rest Inn”. The vacancy sign wasn’t lit, and almost every room had a vehicle in front of it. How a town this small could have so many tourists was beyond me- this was the highest concentration of people I’d seen for the past hour or so.

“Let’s stop here,” Connie said, flashing me those green eyes.

“They look full,” I observed, drinking some more stale coffee out of my travel thermos. Uck. It was purchased back in Louisville, three hours ago, and tasted like shit.

“Well, it’s worth a shot,” she said, “I really want to turn in for the night. We’ve been driving over thirteen hours.”

Actually, I’d done all the driving, gorukle escort bayan but that was beside the point. So I turned our Cadillac into the gravel parking lot, past the beat-up Fords and Chevys and pickup trucks, and parked in front of the first room, that said “Office” on the door. Getting out, I said, “I’ll see what they have,” and I walked into the office.

Opening the door, I saw that the little room was crowded. A fly strip hung from the wall, the old black-and-white set in the corner emitted a low buzzing sound, and a small calendar said “1999”. Great. How much more country can you get, except for the small bell, and the little sign that read, “Ring for service.” I rang the sign and waited.

The back door to the office opened, and a woman walked in.

She was definitely attractive. Five foot nine, long auburn hair, and glasses, she was wearing a lime-green bikini top that showed off her breasts, medium sized and firm, her skin the color of milk. Around her slight frame she wore a matching skirt, and sandals. She was probably about forty, maybe a little older, but still very good looking. I have a thing for older women. Although I

am 27, and Connie is 26, usually I preferred women between 35 and 40 before I met Connie, so I was definitely checking her out. She smiled at me, and said, “Are you here for a room, hon?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, I’m sorry,” she said, “Our three nightly rooms are all full right now, and the rest of the rooms are by the month, and they are full, too.”

“How much further on is the next town?”

“About thirty miles south-east, right over yonder in Tennessee,” she said, “Or, if you want to go north of here, there’s a motel about twenty miles more that way.”

“Shit,” I said, not meaning to swear- up north, that’s one thing, but down south, people didn’t take kindly to that- “Me and my wife have been traveling all day, and we are tired. You sure there isn’t anything closer?”

“No,” she said, “Where are you traveling from? Your from up North, ain’t you?”

“Well, I am,” I said, “Although Connie’s from Texas… We’re coming down from Pennsylvania, to see her folks…”

“How long a drive is that?”

“Two days, but we’re taking the scenic route, so maybe three or four,” I said.

“Why didn’t you fly?”

“Never trusted planes,” I said, “At least in a car accident, they have something to bury, right?”

She laughed at my bad joke, and I was about to make my leave, when she said, “If you want, I can put you and your wife up in my house for the night. I feel bad putting someone out when they’ve been driving all day.”

“Thanks,” I said, “Let me go tell Connie.”

When I went back to the car, I saw Connie was engaged in conversation with a tall man. He was about six-four, six-five, muscular, and dressed in a pair of Wranglers, with a can of Bush in his left hand, a Marlboro burning in his right, and a John Deere cap on his head. Connie is friendly, when people are nice, and the fact she was talking to him didn’t bother me. When I came up, Connie said, “Jeb, this my husband Gary.”

Sticking out my hand, I said, “How’s it going?”

“Not bad,” Jeb said, flicking his smoke. “I saw you were from Pennsylvania. I lived up there for about five years, outside of Pittsburgh, till US Steel went out, in 80 I think it was.”

Jeb could have been anywhere from thirty to fifty, but when he said, I guessed close to fifty. “Yeah, it’s real bad now around there. No work. So what do you do now?”

“Me and my wife, Amber, run this here motel,” he said. “It ain’t gonna make us rich, but we do.”

Jeb was more than happy to have us stay over at his house. I saw him eyeing Connie, but I didn’t complain; after all, I had been checking out his wife, too. So we drove up a narrow driveway to there house. It was a small country home- a four-room bungalow, with a shaded porch, and an above-ground pool. The women went in the kitchen to make supper- they were becoming fast friends- and me and Jeb sat out front, drinking beer and talking about Pennsylvania. Jeb’s son lived outside of Philadelphia, but he hadn’t been up there in about ten years.

After a dinner of fried chicken, cornbread, and black eyes peas, I was feeling pretty decent. It was nice to meet new people like this, and country folks always have great stories. About eleven o’clock, Jeb said he was turning in, and soon Amber went to join him, after pulling out an air mattress for me and Connie to sleep on. They were nice people.

We stripped down to our underwear- it was hot, even in May- and me and my wife settled onto the mattress, on the living room floor. After a few minutes of brief conversation, and trying to get comfortable, I felt Connie’s hand slipping inside my shorts, and grabbing my cock.

“I nilüfer escort bayan don’t think we should,” I said, “They’ll probably hear us.”

“Shh,” Connie said, “Not if we’re quiet.”

I still didn’t think it was a good idea. Although Amber and Jeb might be nice people, they were still strangers, and I didn’t want to offend them in there own home. However, Connie will not be denied when she wants it, and before I could protest, she had slid down my shorts, and had taken my cock into her mouth, stroking the base as she licked around the head. She soon had me all the way in, and was deep-throating me as she stroked my balls. God, she loves sucking my cock.

After she had sucked my cock for a few minutes, she said, “My turn,” and she stood up, sliding down her panties, and taking off her bra. Sitting on the small couch, she lifted one leg up, and I knew she wanted me to eat her sweet pussy. I was on fire now, and I could not resist. I dove in like a champ, licking her sweet twat as my fingers stroked her breasts, getting her nipples hard. She soon was moaning, her hand clutching my head, pulling me into her.

She was on fire now, and I was busily licking and slurping up her juices, sucking on her clit. She came on my tongue twice, and I sucked up every drop. I didn’t realize that the lights had been turned on, and that we had company, until she said, “Gary, Gary…”

Looking behind me, I saw a very surprised Amber and Jeb. What was even more surprising, was that Amber and Jeb had not only seen us, they had been turned on by us. Jeb was standing there, watching attentively, his own shorts dropped to his feet, his own rock-hard cock jutting out before him like a flagpole. He was huge, at least nine inches, much more than my own respectable eight inches, and unlike me, uncircumcised. I had seen other men’s pricks before, but never one this large, and I was surprised. He was stroking it with his hand, as his eyes looked over my wife, and he said, “You can keep on eating her pussy, Gary.”

Amber was standing beside him, and she was half-naked- she wore only panties, white cotton panties, her breasts free for all to see, with their large, red nipples, and areola- she had a hand down her panties, and she was busy playing with herself as well. She was gorgeous- her body was tight and toned, hardly a line on her flat stomach and abs, or her shapely legs.

I didn’t know what to make of it, and either did Connie. This was the weirdest situation I had ever been in. Here I was, eating out my wife in front of two strangers, in there home, and they were enjoying the show. I was speechless.

Amber said, “Jeb, I think they are newbies. Should I show them what we do for fun?”

“Yes, honey,” he said, “Go on.”

Amber looked me in the eye, and she walked over to me, where I was between my wife’s legs, my face now between the two women’s pussies, the smell of Amber’s wetness strong in my nose, and she leaned over, and kissed my wife, right on the lips. Connie was shocked too, but I was shocked to see her close her eyes, and open her ruby red lips, letting Amber’s tongue slip into her mouth. What the fuck?

The two women began to kiss passionately, and as they did, Amber’s hand slid her panties down, showing me her bald pussy, the moist, red lips and inch from my tongue. I could not resist- I spread her with my fingers, touching another woman for the first time in six years, and I dove in, my tongue licking around her little clit. She tasted sweet, like cherries, and I lapped hungrily, like a kitten at a long-denied bowl of milk, my hand caressing her little firm backside, a finger sliding into her asshole. I loved this strange tasting cunt, and I could not get enough.

As I ate out Amber, I saw that her and my wife were still busy kissing and playing with each others tits, taking turns sucking each others nipples, my wife’s small nipples hard as thimbles. Then, turning my attention back to Amber’s pussy, I saw that Jeb had decided to jump in. He had slid the head of his big cock into her asshole, his strong arms clutching her midsection, and it was literally an inch from my nose, almost in my face, his balls like two round globes of meat, right in front of me.

“Lick my pussy,” Amber pleaded as he fucked her, slow and deep, “Lick me as he fucks me, please.”

I ate her pussy as her husband fucked her ass, his balls rubbing my nose, not thinking. It was such a turn on, his cock pistoning out of her as my tongue licked her, and soon she came, squirting a load of girl ejaculate onto my face. I’d only seen that in porn, and I was surprised.

Suddenly, he pulled out of his wife, and his cockhead was in my face, the angry eye staring at me, red and shining. I’d never seen a penis that close up. It was a bursa otele gelen escort bayan huge beast. His wife pushed my head with the back of her hand, and before I could resist, he had slid into my still-open mouth, the taste of his wife on his muscle.

I was disturbed- a man’s cock was in my mouth!- but not enough to resist. Instinctively, I opened further, taking him in, sucking his cock. Amber stepped over me, and out of the corner of my eye, they watched me suck Jeb’s cock. At first, I was shy, but soon, my tongue was licking around his head, exploring him. He was so hard, so hard in comparison to pussy, and I enjoyed it, the power I was having over him. He clutched my head, making me suck more of him in my mouth, encouraging me, and I obliged. After a moment or two, he pulled out, and said, “Fuck my wife.”

Amber was down on all fours, kneeling before Connie, eating her pussy, Connie’s eyes closed in pleasure. I grabbed hold of her ass, and I clutched her firm little but as I slid into her pussy from behind, it easily accepting my full length. I began to fuck this strange woman hard and fast, spurred on, as she ate my wife’s cunt.

I was soon about to cum, but I wanted to hold it in, so I pulled out of her, and Amber said, “Let’s move into the bedroom.”

We all entered their bedroom, and although it was small, there was a huge king size bed in the middle of it. Connie climbed up on the bed, and eyeing Jeb’s cock, said, “Fuck me,” and he climbed into the saddle. I watched his large, hard cock enter my wife, as his arms pulled her close to him, and he began to pound her pussy with a passion. The sight before me was enough to excite me even more, and I was stroking my cock, watching him fuck her.

Amber knelt before me and took me in her mouth. This woman definitely knew how to suck cock. She deep throated me, easily swallowing my man-meat, her tongue prodding the prick-hole, as her hands stroked my balls, and it was not long before I could not hold it in any longer. I came, hard and heavy, filling her mouth with my cum, as she swallowed every drop.

Jeb, meanwhile, was getting ready to cum inside my wife, groaning, as he pounded her pussy. He soon shot his load deep inside of her, filling her up, and then he pulled out. We were both spent for the moment, but that didn’t keep the women from having fun.

Amber crawled on top of my wife in the sixty-nine position, and I watched as my wife began to lick the older woman’s pussy, as Amber ate her husband’s cum out of my wife. They licked and sucked each other to multiple orgasms, as Jeb knelt before me, and took me in his mouth.

I had never had a man suck my cock, but after sucking his cock, I was more than ready for him to return the favor. He was an expert cocksucker, licking and sucking my organ like I’d never felt before, stroking my balls as I quickly rose to hardness, deep-throating me with no difficulty. Once I was hard again, he pulled his lips off of me, and said, “Let’s double penetrate my wife.”

Jeb lay down, his massive tool jutting upwards proudly, and Amber slid on top of him, moaning as her pussy stretched around his huge wand. I spread her cheeks with my hand, and slid into her puckered asshole. I had never been involved in a double penetration, but it was amazing. Amber moaned as we began to form a rhythm, my cock slipping in as she rode Jeb’s cock, the heat from his member clear thru the thin wall of her flesh separating us. She came first, followed be me, dribbling the rest of my cum into her ass, as Jeb pushed his self into her a few more strokes, and then we disentangled. I pulled out, and Amber climbed off.

Jeb sat there, massive tool slick from the juices of his wife’s cunt, stroking it with his hand. Amber said, “Why don’t you share his cum?”, and I glanced at my wife, who smiled. She lay on his right, I lay on his left, as the man stroked that massive cock between our two heads. Connie smiled at me- bet she never thought that she’d find a cock between our faces, and began licking his balls, as I waited for the shower.

“I’m cumming,” he said, and he squirted a massive dollop of cream that landed on my wife’s face. She kissed me on the lips, and I tasted that salty taste for the first time in my life.

After this, they retired to their bedroom, and me and my wife lay down in the living room.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced. I had done something I would have never imagined- not only did we have sex with another couple, but I had just had my first bisexual experience. As we lay down and went to sleep, my wife quickly closing her eyes, I thought it over. My wife had never said that she had been with a woman before, but after tonight, I was convinced that she had been. The way she had reacted to Amber’s advances without surprise or complaint, the way it had all seemed so natural to her, there was no way that this had been her first time. This left me wondering what other secrets remained to be discovered.

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It took me a long time to like myself. When I was younger, I was very overweight, bordering on obese. I had all sorts of related health problems, not to mention self esteem issues. It’s a pretty widely accepted fact that overweight people tend to have good personalities because their looks can’t speak for them.

So I tried to console myself in the fact that I was a good person with a great sense of humor. I had intelligence and was driven. I genuinely cared for other and never wanted to harm anyone in any way. I just couldn’t seem to escape all those extra pounds.

Where the weight hurt me the most was in the romance department. Sure, I had a pretty face—bright blue eyes, high cheekbones and full lips, but boys didn’t look at my face so much as my fat stomach and double chin. It was so discouraging.

But I did have one really good guy-friend, James. James didn’t care about how I looked, he just liked me for me. Now, I knew he’d never want to date me, but we had a great relationship. We talked about almost everything and made each other laugh. James was my most surprising friend, because he didn’t fit his stereotype. See, James would have fit the whole bad-boy stereotype if it weren’t for his friendship with me. He didn’t care what people thought, he dated all the prettiest girls, he partied harder than anyone I knew.

Yet he was friends with me. I didn’t disgust him. In fact, when I’d go on a diet, he’d ask me why I was doing it. He told me he just wanted to make sure that I was changing because I wanted to. He only wanted me to do it if it would make me happier.

And thus my crush developed, obviously. But I never said anything. I never acted upon it (hello, my self-esteem issues prevented that, obviously).

One night my junior year of high school, I was sitting at home on a Friday night, watching TV in my room when suddenly there was a tapping on my window. I looked over and saw that James was sitting on the roof outside my window, tapping on it. I looked at the time. 2 AM!

I hurried over to the window and unlatched it. Clad in only my pjs, I hugged myself from the cold outside and to cover my unsightly body from him. He stumbled in and nearly fell, but caught himself. Oh how drunk he was.

“James, are you all right?”

He smiled as he turned and looked down at me. I could get lost in those light brown eyes. His shaggy brown hair was a mess, falling everywhere and he was wearing a useless leather jacket that obviously gorukle escort wasn’t keeping off the cold. “I’m great,” he practically shouted.

“Shh!” I insisted. “My parents are asleep,” I whispered.

James laughed softly and lifted a hand to his lips in an imitation of me. “Shh!”

“Just how drunk are you, James?” I asked rhetorically as he fell onto my bed. “Do you need somewhere to stay for the night?”

James just smiled serenely and laid back on my comforter. “That’s why I love you.”

The words made my heart skip a beat, but I knew they didn’t mean what I wanted them to mean. “I’ll take that as a yes. But you know you can’t sleep in here. So, come on, you can take Shannon’s room ’cause she’s away college.” As I had done many times before, I moved over to help him up so we could walk. How he managed to climb up to the roof was beyond me.

But as I moved closer to him, he just ended up pulling me down on the bed too so we were both sitting. He opened his eyes to look at me and our faces were very close. He lifted a hand and tangled it in my hair by my left ear. “You’re so… pretty.” He mumbled and moved in. He kissed me! Our lips actually touched and he didn’t pull away.

But I did. He was drunk, he didn’t know what he was doing. “Ok, Mister. You’re drunk, let’s get you to bed.” As much as it pained me to, I ignored it. And the next day I found out he didn’t remember it at all.

Then his parents, apparently fed up with his antics, decided to send him to military school. I was devastated. He was my best friend. But, I decided to make the most out of my misery and make a change. So in the year that he was gone, I completely revamped. I went on my first successful diet and exercised regularly. And it really did work. I was a completely different person and all the boys noticed. I got asked out numerous times (as I was fairly hot now), but I turned them down. Boys were only noticing the outer beauty and I wanted someone who noticed the inner beauty.

And then he came back. One night at around 10, I was sitting in my room reading one of my summer reading books and that familiar tapping came on the window. I looked up with butterflies flapping around in my stomach and there he was. Sitting on my roof like he hadn’t ever left. Well, his hair was a bit shorter and he seemed a bit buffer from all those push-ups, but all in all he was still my James.

I fairly ran over to the window to let him in. When he stepped altıparmak eskort bayan inside, he lifted me off my feet in a hug and spun me around. “I just got back an hour ago. I had to come see you,” he explained.

“You look great,” I breathed, noting that the push ups had done wonders for his biceps.

“Me? What about you? You said you’d lost weight over the phone, but I wasn’t expecting a swimsuit model,” he laughed.

“Shut up, I’m nowhere near that,” I protested. “But come on. I want to hear all about it.”

“Well…” he began as he took off his jacket and dropped it on the ground. “It was awful, but I had a lot of time to think.”

“What’d you think about? Come up with the great American novel?” I joked.

“Mostly I thought about you,” he admitted, staring right at me. No nonsense, so pussyfooting, just strait honesty, as James tended to do.

“Me?” I was shocked.

“Remember that night when I came here right before I left? Remember when I kissed you?”

My breath caught. Of course I remembered, I hadn’t thought he did! Oh my.

“I wasn’t drunk that night,” he said honestly. “I meant it. I had been meaning to for a long time you just… you pulled away and I realized I was going about it the wrong way. Now I know I should have told you this before, but I didn’t want to say it over the phone. I wanted to show you.”

He reached out and grabbed the small of my back to pull me close and cupped my cheek with the other hand. His kiss was so deep and so breathtaking that I saw stars. Of course I kissed him back, this was what I wanted! I wrapped my arms around him and smiled against his nearly desperate kiss.

He reached down with both hands and grabbed my butt and lifted. I dutifully wrapped my legs around him so he could walk us both to my bed. Honestly, the whole being lifted thing made me nervous, but he managed. Hey, former fat girl here.

Carefully, he laid me down and then just went at it. He climbed on top of me and proceeded to explore my body with his hands without ever breaking our kiss. I was at a loss for what to do with my own hands until I figured it out. I pulled the bottom of his shirt up and tugged it until it was near his neck. He sat up and finished removing it himself, before coming back down on him.

His hands on me felt so many things. It felt wrong, because I hadn’t really been touched like that before, but it also felt amazing and nilüfer eskort bayan it felt like I was loved. He began unbuttoning my pj shirt and I was not protesting. This relationship was 3 years in the making and I was 18. If it came to sex tonight, I was going to do it.

He removed my shirt, leaving me bare-chested, and leaned down to take one of my firm nipples into his mouth. I moaned low in excitement. He moved to the other, all the while removing both my shorts and underwear simultaneously. He was clearly an expert at this. All I could do was pant and wait for his next move.

He sat up and admired my body, which made me feel uncomfortable—like I needed to cover it. But I was embarrassed to because he seemed to be getting happy because of it. And I do mean happy in the “erection” sense of the word because he was getting hard against my leg.

He followed my eyes with his own and looked down. Wordlessly, he unbuckled his belt and threw it to the ground. I sat up and helped him undo his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. He had to stand to drop them to the floor, but after he was right back on me. He was beautiful, not that I had anything to compare it to, but all the same.

Our naked skin felt amazing when it touched and made me almost want to cry with emotion. After all these years, it was finally going to happen with James. I loved him, I really did. And even if he didn’t love me the same, it was worth it to experience this with him.

I wasn’t sure where the condom came from, but it was there before I knew it and James was pausing for the first time. We didn’t need to speak. He just asked with his eyes and I nodded with a smile.

Then came the brief pain followed by bliss. As he moved inside me, I raked his back with my nails, adjusting to the pressure and pleasure at the same time. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced, and clearly he was feeling the same thing I was because he kept moaning.

Feeling sort of small with him looming over me, I whimpered as he started moving faster and thrusting harder. It was still my first time, so it was rubbing a little raw. It felt really good, but a little painful at the same time.

And then I felt his hand on me. On my clit. He was rubbing it gently for me while he pumped in and out. The result was almost indescribable. Almost at once, I came in a blinding flash of colors and sounds and shakes. It was so powerful and mind blowing that I swear I blacked out for at least a second.

He came soon after and collapsed when he finished. Laying half on top of me, he closed his eyes and panted for a few minutes. When he pulled out it felt like a small part of me died. But he laid right next to me, pulled me into his embrace and whispered into my ear, “You really are beautiful.”

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I’m not going to sugarcoat this. My grandmother is hot. Do you hear me? H-O-T-hot! When she was just eighteen, she married, got pregnant, and delivered before turning nineteen. Emulating Granma’s actions, my mother married at eighteen, got pregnant, and delivered before turning nineteen, so as it stands, my grandmother is thirty-six years older than me, and at my current age of eighteen, she is but fifty-four, but she doesn’t look a day over thirty-five.

My mother is a beauty in her own right, but nothing like Granma. Imagine a thirty-five-year-old Marie Osmond with a lithe, fit body and measurements of 34-24-36. Same long, dark hair, same smoky eyes, and same natural sexiness that has caused boners from New York to California. She does CrossFit and parkour to stay in shape, and she’s a vegan.

I’m not going to lie to you. I have masturbated while thinking of my grandmother probably over three thousand times. Furthermore, about ninety percent of the time I am having sex with my girlfriend Jenny, I am fantasizing over Granma. In the end, I have always felt guilty, simply because incest is not a natural or decent thing, at least, that’s what we were told in church, and even though I no longer go—even though I am now an atheist—that belief concerning incest was so adamantly drilled into me that I cannot help but to still hold true to it.

Granma was wealthy. Granpa was a land developer who was about twenty years older than her. His poor ticker gave out on him one day when he was at work. There was nothing they could do for him. His life insurance policies guaranteed Granma a worry-free future.

Since I was Granma’s only grandchild, she lavished me with gifts. For example: For my sixteenth birthday, she bought me a brand-new Mustang convertible. When I turned eighteen, she bought me a Harley, much to the dismay of my parents. Now, seeing as to how I just graduated high school, she announced that her graduation gift to me was to take a me on a one-week cruise of the Mediterranean.

“You think Jenny can come along?” I asked.

“Billy, you will be starting college in the fall, which means I’m not going to be seeing much of you anymore. I just want to spend this last little bit of summer with you before you move on to more important things.”

“Granma, nothing will ever be more important than you,” I assured her.

She hugged me to her. I felt her firm breasts push against my chest, just as I felt her rock-hard nipples dig into my flesh. I pulled back before an erection could begin. I think she knew that. She smiled, then said, “So what do you say? One last outing with Granma before you hit University Avenue?”

“Yeah, sure thing, Granma.”

Now, she told everyone we were going on a Carnivale cruise, so imagine my surprise when she completely bypassed the loading dock for Carnivale and kept on going. “Didn’t you just miss your turn?”

She pulled into a parking garage, killed the motor, then smiled. “I lied,” she said with a sultry grin. “I’m taking you on the Booze Cruise.”

A smile came to my lips, then faltered. “But, I’m not twenty-one, Granma. I won’t be able to drink.”

Her smile never wavered. She pulled something from her bra and wafted it under my nose. Whatever it was, it was thick with the smell of Far Away. It was the only cologne she would wear, because it was the only cologne I liked. “Go ahead. Take it.”

I did, and looked at it. “You had a fake ID made for me?”

“You deserve to cut loose before going off to college, Billy. Besides, this way I can supervise you so you don’t get out of control.”

I hugged her. “Thanks, Granma.” Then, “Damn, you smell good.”

“I know, and it’s all for my favorite grandson.”

“Your only grandson,” I reminded her.

“Which reminds me. You don’t want people knowing that you’re here with your grandmother, so just call me Arielle while we’re on board, okay?”

“Sure thing, Arielle.”

“Good boy. Now come on and let’s get boarded. We have a week’s worth of drinking to begin.”

She had booked us a cabin with two single beds. I was cool with that as the bathroom would give us what privacy we needed when changing clothes. We got settled, then I asked what we should do first. “I don’t know about you, but I want to grab some drinks poolside. What do you say?”

“I need to change into my trunks,” I said. “Why don’t you take the bathroom, and I’ll change out here?”

“Sounds good,” she said, and grabbed some clothes from her drawer before heading into the bathroom. I was done in under fifteen seconds. Granma, on the other hand, took all of fifteen minutes. “I just had to make sure everything was right,” she said with a smile. “Now let’s go.”

Once poolside, I allowed her to order the drinks since the only alcohol I knew anything about was Budweiser and Boone’s Farm Wine. She ordered herself a Fuzzy Navel, and for me, a Tom Collins.

She untied her sarong and pulled her flimsy mesh top off to reveal a tanned body that everyone, escort bayan male and female alike, took notice of, including me. She dove into the pool, swam a lap up and back, then took her place at the chaise lounge where her drink lay. “Going to get wet?” she asked me after sipping on her drink.

“Sure,” I answered. I jumped in, swam as she had, then made to join her, only in my absence, three studly-looking men had made their way to her. I was no slouch. I stood six-two and weighed 225, and I was well-defined from playing sports in high school, but it was apparent that these guys were on a completely different level.

As I approached, I heard one of them ask Granma what she would be doing later. She spied me, then waited for me to get close enough to answer, “I’ll be making love with my young stud of a boyfriend all night, so I won’t really have time for the likes of you.”

They looked at me as I took my place on the chaise next to hers, smiled, and went on their way. “Was that really necessary?”

“I really don’t want to be bothered by them, Billy. I’m here to spend time with you and enjoy myself. Believe me, word will get around pretty quick that you and I are an item, and except for the occasional dunce who thinks he has just what I need, they’ll leave me alone.”

I looked at her and smiled. I took my time turning from her, appreciation the soft sheen of sweat that caused her golden body to glisten in the sunlight. If only she weren’t my Granma …

The dinner buffet was something straight out of Party Central: About twenty different flavors of chicken wings, onion rings, fries, mozzarella sticks, pizza … It was like one big frat party or something, considering all the alcohol that was available as well; and the women? Oh, I have never seen such a collection of beautiful, scantily-clad women in my life, and yet, the drunker I got, the more I had to admit that none of them could hold a candle to Granma.

She and I drank, danced, drank, ate, drank, drank, and drank to the point that I lost all comprehension of what was real and what wasn’t. For instance, was Granma really making out with that beautiful Asian woman in front of me, or was I really back in my cabin, drunkenly dreaming the whole thing? I really didn’t know, and at the moment I really didn’t care.

I liked the Tom Collins so much that I had stuck with it the whole night. In fact, I was ordering doubles and throwing them back like they were water. I vaguely remember being helped back to my cabin by two people, but once I entered the room, all else was lost to me. That is, until the following morning.

I awoke to the warmth of a body tightly pressed against mine. I opened my eyes to find my arm was latched onto her, around her waist and on her belly, pulling her close to me. Had I gotten lucky last night? My first thought was of Jenny, but immediately the picture of that Asian woman flashed before my eyes, and I smiled. I reached up, cupped one of her tiny breasts, and whispered, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, yourself,” she said as she turned, and before I could react, her lips were upon mine.

I jumped up. “G-Granma?”

“Oh, Billy,” she said with a smile borne of purest satisfaction. “You were so wonderful last night. I never knew just how turned on I have made you all these years.”

“No,” I said, denying this inevitable truth. “Unh-uh. No. We didn’t have sex.”

“Sex?” Granma questioned. “Dare we even call it that? Billy, you made love to me so sweetly last night, and told me just how much you loved me and desired me as a woman … How long have you been in love with me, Billy?”

“No. NO,” I repeated. “That didn’t happen, Granma. We were drunk. You dreamed it, that’s all.”

“Billy. Please. Don’t.”

“It’s wrong,” I said to her. “Incest is wrong. I would never do that. I love you too much as my Granma to do that with you.”

“And yet, you told me last night that that was the very reason you were doing it.”

“No,” I said again, then went to get a shower. I guess I thought that I could wash it all away, but when I came back into the room and saw her sitting up in her bed, bare breasts exposed, I knew no amount of water could cleanse me. I sat on my bed and hung my head.

“It’s really okay,” Granma said to me. “No one will ever know, Billy. I promise.”

“Know what?” I asked in full denial. “Nothing happened.”

She shook her head. “Okay. Nothing happened. It was all just a practical joke. There. Happy? Maybe we should say that you got lucky with someone else, and after showing her out last night, you mistakenly fell into my bed. How is that? Does that work better for you?”

“I would never cheat on Jenny,” I told her.

She threw her hands up in the air. “I’m going to shower and then get some breakfast. You coming, or are you going to mope in here all day trying to convince yourself that what really happened, hadn’t?” The question was rhetorical, for she immediately altıparmak escort bayan made her way into the bathroom, and a moment later the shower was running.

She ate some fruit while I had scrambled eggs and bacon. She suggested I try a Screwdriver, and we both washed down breakfast with several. We went back to the pool and spent a few hours there before finding our way to a game of darts, billiards, shuffleboard, and even an arcade with a lot of old-school, eighties video games, and yes, the Screwdrivers continued to flow.

I had a Black N Bleu burger and fries for lunch, and Granma had a grilled chicken Caesar salad. We went back to the pool afterward, and continued down this dark road of Screwdriver City. By dinnertime, I was so wasted that I could barely stand. “Go on without me,” I told her. “I really need to sleep this off.” That was at five o’clock. She burst back into the cabin after midnight, awakening me immediately.

“B-B-B-Billy,” she said as the light came on. I looked up and shielded my eyes from the instantaneous transformation from pitch black to brightest light. I must have passed out before Granma left earlier, for I didn’t remember her wearing this black, sequined, flapper-style mini-dress she now sported. I had to admit, she was quite beautiful in it. I then noticed she was crying. I mean, really, really crying. Tears were flowing down her cheeks and she was so distraught that her breath was catching, making her stutter her words.

“Granma, what’s wrong?” I asked as I sat up. My immediate thought was, “Did someone say or do anything inappropriate to you?”

O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h, B-B-B-Billy,” she said as she made her way to her bed. She kicked off her shoes, then let her dress fall to the floor before jumping in her bed and facing me.

I tried to not look at her breasts. It was so hard not to.

“Billy, I h-h-had to c-c-come b-b-back,” she said as great sobs wracked her body. “L-L-Last n-night, y-y-you m-made l-l-love to me, B-B-Billy, and this m-m-morning, y-y-you t-t-treated me l-l-like it m-m-meant n-n-nothing, l-l-like I m-m-meant nuh-huh-huh-huh-othing.” She was still sobbing hard. “Why? W-W-Why would you t-t-treat me so b-b-badly, Billy?”

I just looked as the tears continued to flow down her cheeks, as her chest heaved in and out, and wondered how, at her age, her breasts barely jiggled because of their firmness.

“OH! M-M-My n-n-n-nipples. B-B-Billy, they’re s-s-so f-f-fucking sensitive.” She lightly pinched one, sending herself into another fit of sobs.

“Granma, please,” I begged her. “It was wrong. There is nothing wrong with you. You are a beautiful woman, but this is incest. It’s just plain wrong.”

She pulled her black thong off and spread her legs. I immediately yearned for her pussy, but I fought it. “B-B-Billy, l-l-last night, w-w-when you entered m-m-me, you t-t-told me that I h-h-h-had the softest p-p-pussy you ever f-f-felt. L-l-look at it, B-B-Billy. Y-Y-You n-n-never k-k-kissed it last n-n-night, B-Billy. Imagine h-h-how s-s-soft it would f-f-feel against your m-m-m-mouth.”

I looked away.

“Oh, my God!” she screamed. “L-L-Look, B-B-Billy. I-I-It’s oozing c-c-cum.”

I looked over and saw a thick stream of cum drooling from her pussy. I don’t know where the hell the sound that came out of me came from, but I would swear it wasn’t mine as I leapt from my bed to hers. She thrust her hips into the air, and the moment my mouth met her pussy, she filled it with her hot, sticky cum.

“UUUUNNNNNHHHHHH!!” she cried out as she latched onto my head and held me in place. I swallowed it and began to ravage the inside of her pussy with my tongue, and mere seconds later she had cum again. I lapped that up as well, then moved onto her clit. Orgasm number three was instantaneous. She turned so that she was on top straddling my face, and she ground out another three or four orgasms. I greedily drank down the byproduct of every one of them.

She switched to a sixty-nine position, then pulled my underwear off me and took my cock into her mouth. Oh, what she did to me. I have never had a woman suck me off the way she was doing right now. It was so fast and furious, and my cock felt like it had swollen to twice its normal size. She began jerking it at the base as she sucked my upper half length, and soon I was emptying myself into her mouth. I screamed out around her clit, and she pushed it deeper into my mouth as she came again.

Granma hopped up, then sat on my cock. Oh, God. She told the truth earlier, for I knew right then and there that hers was the softest pussy I had even been blessed to make love to. She began grinding hard as she worked toward another orgasm for us both. Hers would come first, and that was just fine with me. I never wanted this feeling to end.

“What would Jenny say if she saw you right now?” she asked me.

“Who the fuck is Jenny?”

She cackled wildly as she continued to ride me, and a few nilüfer eskort moments later she was coming all over my cock. “What are you going to tell Jenny the next time she asks how good sex was with her.”

“I’m going to tell that bitch she ain’t shit compared to my Granma.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, Billy! Fuck, yeah! What else? What else?”

“If I ever get married, I’m gonna tell my wife that I may have married her, but I’m gonna consummate it with you.”

“Oh, fucking shit!” she shouted. She hopped off my cock and moved to just above my mouth. She masturbated furiously until thick, sweet globs of cum fell from her pussy to my mouth, and I hungrily swallowed every drop. She then plopped her asshole onto my mouth as she continued to masturbate. “Eat that ass, Billy. Suck it like it was my clit.”

I did. I pulled down on her as hard as I could while trying my best to fit my tongue into her asshole, but it was too tight. Even still, I sucked it as I watched cum pour from her pussy.

She jumped back onto my dick and rode me hard and fast, and soon I was shooting my load into her sweet, sweet pussy. She collapsed onto me. We were both out of breath. I held her, then moved my hands down to her perfect ass and let them rest there. She kissed me on the mouth, then said, “You can’t blame it on the alcohol this time.”

“I don’t want to blame it on anything except for how fucking sexy you are, Granma.”

“So, does this mean no more hang-ups about incest?” she asked.

“No more hang-ups,” I promised her.

“What about Jenny.”

“Who?”

She laughed. “Are you going to be my boyfriend for the rest of this cruise?”

“I am, Granma. Without hesitation.”

“Good, because we can have so much fun if you just open yourself up to it.”

We lay there, and eventually fell asleep. I awoke the next morning much like I had the day before, with her pressed firmly against me. I took one look at her ass and was immediately hard. I lifted her leg and slid my cock into her warm, waiting pussy. “Oh, yes,” she moaned as I penetrated her. I didn’t want a repeat of last night. Today, I wanted to make love to her, and I did. She bent back and kissed me as I continued my slow pace. She had several orgasms before I had mine, but that is what a gentleman is to ensure, yes?

“I’m starving,” she said as she finally got up. “Come on, let’s get a shower and hit that breakfast bar.”

She chose fruit once again, and I went with the PORKINATOR, which was a three-inch diameter sausage patty, eight strips of bacon, a link of smoked sausage split down the middle, country ham, three-egg omelet, served on a three-inch diameter biscuit. I added mayo and mustard to it, and it was perfect. A tall glass of milk topped it off perfectly.

“We’re going to slow down our drinking today,” Granma said as we made our way to the pool. “No alcohol until dinner. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Good,” she said as she removed her top. “Oil up my breasts real good, and give special attention to my nipples.”

“Really?”

“Look around, Billy. Hardly any of the women are wearing tops. You don’t want me to be outdone, do you?”

“Your breasts are too perfect for that,” I told her as I let the lotion drip onto her naked tits. A few of the guys were watching me. I made sure to lightly pinch Granma’s nipples as I rubbed them. I even rubbed her inner thighs, and was shocked when she cocked her legs wide to ensure I didn’t miss a spot. Well, to show them what they couldn’t have, anyway.

At dinner, we both chose the steak and shrimp, and Granma introduced me to the Long Island Iced Tea. Just as we sat to eat, she stood and began to beckon someone over. I didn’t get to see who it was until she sat across from us. “You remember Aiko from the other night, don’t you, Billy?”

“I’m sorry, but I was really trashed,” I said as I lightly shook her hand. “Did you help Arielle take me back to our room?”

“Yes,” she answered. “You’re not drunk now, though, are you?”

I held up my drink and said, “First one of the night.”

“Well, don’t get too drunk,” Aiko said to me. “I’m still interested in seeing if you can live up to your promise.”

“My promise?” I asked, for I had no idea what she was talking about.

“You told Aiko that there was enough of you for the both of us. To be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t mind finding that out for myself.”

I looked between the two, then said, “Both of you?”

“Yes.”

“Together?”

“Yes.”

“Tonight?”

“Yes.”

I pushed my drink away and said, “Water, please.”

Granma and Aiko laughed. Aiko pushed the drink back toward me and said, “You can have this one, but no more. Anyway, let’s meet in the Disco Room around eight and take things from there, okay?”

“See you then,” Granma told her, and then she left the table.

“A threesome?” I asked, perhaps a little too excitedly.

“Be mature about it,” she warned.

“Yes, ma’am.” I ate some shrimp, then said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something all day, but I really don’t know how.”

“Just ask it,” she said with indifference.

“Okay then. Last night? When you put your … butthole on my mouth and told me to eat it? What did that feel like for you?”

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A quiet deep görükle escort bayan but sexy voice spoke ” I was calling about the ad in the paper and was desperately hoping that the position is still available.”

Her voice did nothing to relieve Max’s hard on but he managed to say ” Yes it is but I must tell you the invention is of the sexual nature and would require you to actually have sex with an in-animate object.”

There was silence on the phone for almost a minute before she answered him. “

You are going to pay me to have sex! $500 is a lot of money for that of course i will do it.”

Max was so excited that he began to masturbate again before even hanging up the phone. Stroking his cock furiously with his free hand he managed to spit out of his address and time for her to arrive before hanging up and shooting his load all over the kitchen cupboards. His first participant would be there at 10:00 am the very next day.

Max could barely sleep that night and at 2:00 am decided to set up a camcorder in the living room. He tried it where she wouldn’t see and told himself he had to tape it for marketing purposes. This had nothing to do with being sleazy.

Max awoke around 8 the next morning had coffee and did a quick inspection of the living room. It was fairly clean and he lit some candles to try to set the mood. At quarter of 10 he turned the camcorder on and waited for the bell to ring. Finally it did.

Half running, half jumping Max threw the door open and his mouth dropped. Standing in front of him was his high school crush. Her name was Candice and he had spent so many long nights back then masturbating and soiling his sheets over her image.

At only 5′ 3″ tall she had the perfect hourglass figure and ample c-cup breast he couldn’t wait to finally see what her nipples looked like.

” Candice!” he finally managed to spit out ” I didn’t even know you still lived around here.”

” Why Max what a pleasant surprise.” breathed Candice ” This will probably be easier now that I know you are not a stranger. So what did you do invent a new kind of dildo or something?”

“Or something would better describe it.” said Max as he led her to the living room.

Candice’s eyes got huge as she eyed the man doll in the corner and her gaze distinctly altıparmak eskort stuck on its protruding penis.

” You mean I’m going to have sex with that!?” she asked.

Max smiled and told her yes. He carried the doll to the barren coffee table and laid it on it on its back.

” Would you like me to leave the room?” Max asked ” While you undress? I have to be here to actually watch you for research purposes”

Candice told him if he was going to have to watch her have sex he may as well watch her undress. At this she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and gave a it a quick tug to the floor. She was bare ass naked underneath it.

Max instantly got hard. She had large perky nipples that were a deep shade of pink and there was not a speck of hair to hide her mound. Age has served her well, her body was perfect.

” How am i going to myself all wet and ready for that 10 inch cock?” she asked bluntly with a slight pout. ” Max would you be a doll and give my nipples a few nibbles?”

Max couldn’t believe his ears. He walked right up to her and some how feeling he deserved this after years of dreaming about it he boldly cupped both breast in his hands and bent to suckle the right one while he gently pinched the left.

” Oh Max that feels yummy, now be a dear and kiss me all the way down to my kitty she needs some attention.”

Max hungrily and happily agreed. Taking his time and kissing her stomach tenderly in a slow line down to her mound he finally found his target. He began to kiss her folds feeling them get wet before parting her with his tongue. He gave her a few slow licks until loosing control and grasping her ass checks to pull her into his face. He hungrily ate, licked, and sucked every part of her pussy making her gasp and drip with her wetness. When max drove a finger in her sopping wet hole she pulled back quickly.

” That was great Max sweetie, but i believe I have a job to do!” she spoke this to him as she turned and began to approach the doll on the coffee table.

Max watched her bend and stroke the dolls 10 inch cock.

” It feels so real!” she breathed ” Go sit on the couch Max and enjoy the show.”

Max obeyed and sat as he watched her straddle the doll and slowly slide onto the rubber nilüfer escort cock. She let out a low moan and began grinding on the cock and squeezing her breasts. The pressure of Max’s own hard on against his pants was almost painful. Knowing she was more than occupied he stood and quickly removed his jeans and boxers before sitting back down with his own 10 inch cock standing high. Slowly stroking himself he watched Candice grinding faster and move one hand to rub her clit.

Her moaning was much louder now and she began to bounce up and down on the dolls cock, her tits bouncing with her. Max couldn’t help himself he stood and straddled the table standing right behind her. He leaned forward and grabbed both her tits making her gasp.

” Fuck that cock, cum for me on it! That cock is my cock and if you cum on it i will fuck you with the real thing!”

Candice didn’t speak she moved her hips up and down quicker and worked her clit. This was the fullest her pussy had ever felt and she would cum for him, she would cum all over his fucking doll if that’s what he wanted. Harder she rode it until her orgasm gripped her whole body. She only stayed sitting upright because max was holding her tits with such force.

When her body stopped shaking Max helped her off the doll and walked her over to the arm of the couch.

” Don’t speak” ordered Max when Candice tried to say something.

He turned her away from him and bent her over the arm of the couch. He slowly slid his throbbing cock into her sopping hole, willing himself not to cum. Massaging her ass cheeks he listened to her moans. He would slide his cock almost all the way out before sliding it back in. He did this over and over until he could feel her inner walls quivering and tightening around him. knowing she was getting close he began to thrust her harder, sinking himself as far as he could go inside her more than welcoming hole. Harder and faster he fucked her from behind until she cried out.

” I’m fucking cumming! cum with me Max, fill me up ooohh god!”

Max let go and spurted inside her. His juices mixed with hers were dripping down his legs.

Slowly pulling himself out of her he went and got a towel to let her clean up with.

When Max came back in the room Candice told him ” Definitely market your invention Max. That was one of the best cocks I have ever felt in me, but it was nothing compared to yours!”

” Lets take a shower then” said Max ” and you can stay the rest of the day. My cock has a lot more it would love to do to you.”

Max waited until she headed to the shower to turn the camcorder off.

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It had been a long time since I had the house to myself on a Saturday without the possibility of someone coming home soon. My wife had left the night before for a “girl’s weekend” out of town and she wouldn’t be back until later in the day on Sunday.

I woke up on Saturday morning and made my coffee and breakfast. I turned on the computer and fooled around on Facebook for awhile, checked out some sports scores, and read a few articles of interest, but eventually my mind turned to something the internet does so well – porn!

I went to a few of my favorite sites – one with videos, one with pictures and one with stories – and opened them all in different tabs of my browser. I totally immersed myself in porn and flipped between the sites. Most of the times that I jerked off anymore were quickies in the shower just to get it done before my wife asked what was taking so long in the bathroom. But today was going to be different. I went and got some lube and was going to jerk gently and take my time really enjoying myself.

I had been jerking off for quite some time and lust was definitely taking over me. I had watched clip after clip and picture after picture of sexy women giving guys blowjobs. My wife refused to suck my dick claiming she had a horrible gag reflex. I loved my wife, but a blowjob was one of the things I missed most.

I remembered that long ago I had signed up for one of those web sites that claim you can find sex partners living in the area. I found the site and logged on; my profile was still there! I began sifting through the profiles of women who were “online.” I knew it was wrong, but lust had consumed me and I wanted a blowjob! I sent out several messages to the women who were online and that I found attractive, but of course none of them responded. I remembered why I had stopped visiting the site in the first place – the women did not seem to be real.

I was just about to give up and sign off the site and go finish jerking off when suddenly an icon popped up. I had a message! Finally, one of these women was responding to my request and I was going to get blown!

I clicked on the icon and waited for the message to load. Once it did, I was surprised and disappointed. The message was from a man.

“Hello,” the message began. “My name is Tom. I know I’m probably not who you were hoping to hear from, but if you would like to get off by something other than your hand, I’d be willing to help. I know the women on here don’t respond often. Anyway, I promise you will enjoy yourself if you just give me a chance. We will only do what you want to do. Hope to hear from you soon.”

Normally I would have simply deleted any such request, but I was beyond horny. I desperately wanted a blowjob. Obviously, I thought to myself, I would prefer that blowjob be from a woman, but no woman has accepted my request and here is this person willing to do it. A mouth is a mouth, right? I was trying to talk myself into this.

I decided to reply simply and see if he was serious.

“I have never been with a man,” I wrote. “What do you want to do?”

A few minutes later I got a reply.

“I am up for anything. I’m new to this, too, but willing to do whatever you want. Jerk, suck, whatever.”

It’s now the moment of truth. Do I end this chat and go finish my business, or do I get some help? I am so horny that my cock answers for my brain. I reply to the email, give the man my address, tell him to pull into the garage, close the door and come into the house.

I then went upstairs and put on some loose clothes, went back to the living room and waited nervously for my guest to arrive. About 20 minutes later and still no one had come to my house. Partly relieved, I wondered if maybe he had chickened out. Then, I heard a car door close from inside my garage, the garage door close and the door to my house open and close. I heard the footsteps come up the stairs and then a man appeared in my living room.

“Hi, I’m Tom,” he introduced himself. “Do you still want to do this?”

“Um, yeah, I think so,” I replied meekly.

“Good, I brought a bi video for us to watch. I thought seeing men fool around while still being able to see a woman might help. Wanna put it in the player?”

Without saying a word I got up, took the movie and bent down to start the movie. When I stood up and turned around, he was already naked, sitting görükle escort on the couch stroking himself. I took off my clothes and sat down, too.

We sat next to each other watching the movie and rubbing our own cocks. The movie was pretty good. A blonde with nice tits was sucking one guy while another guy sat in a chair in the corner and watched. As I looked at the TV in front of me, I could feel Tom watching me run my hand up and down my cock. Finally, I looked over and watched him stroke, too. His cock was pretty much the same size as my own. We’re both around 6″ cut and about 2″ thick.

Finally, Tom broke the silence. “Want me to rub that for you?”

I didn’t reply verbally, I just removed my hand from my member. He reached over and wrapped his hand around my shaft while still rubbing his own. He stroked up and down my shaft. He would use his thumb to rub my head, rubbing the pre-cum around. My eyes moved back and forth between each of our crotches. I finally stopped watching my own cock getting stroked and watched Tom jerk himself off.

“You can touch it if you want.”

I hesitated for just a second before I slowly extended my arm and grabbed his cock. For the first time ever I was touching a cock other than my own.

“You ok?” he asked. This guy sure was being understanding about my nervousness.

“Yes, I like the way it feels,” I responded. “Does it feel good for you?”

“Oh, yes it does.”

We jerked each other for a few minutes. Since I had been jerking earlier, I was quickly approaching my climax.

“Oh, god, that feels so good. I’m going to blow soon if you keep that up.”

“We have plenty of time, right?” he asked. “I mean, we can play longer than one cum, right?”

“Uh huh. I don’t have any other plans today.”

“Then cum. I want to see it shoot.”

He gripped my dick a little tighter and stroked me for all I was worth. He was pumping me fast, using my pre-cum as lube, until I hit the point of no return. I shot my load straight in the air with most of it landing back on my dick and Tom’s hand; the rest on the couch and carpet. He kept stroking me, coaxing more cum out of my cock and onto the back of his hand. Even when I finished cumming he didn’t take his hand off my cock.

“That was great,” I said. “Want me to finish you off now?” I started stroking him faster.

“I do,” he answered, “but I want to get off that way.”

He nodded toward the TV. I had gotten so caught up that I forgot there was porn on. I looked over and saw one guy kneeling in front of the other sucking him off.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” I responded.

“Oh, sure you can,” he said. “I bet you’ll love it!”

He stood up from the couch and took a step back.

“Come on now, on your knees.”

Reluctantly, I slid off the couch and knelt before him. I looked up at him and his eyes were filled with lust.

“Suck it,” he commanded. “You know you want to suck my cock.”

I licked my lips, leaned forward and took his head in my mouth. As I moved my head forward and took Tom into my mouth, I was struck by just how soft a hard on could be. I felt his shaft manipulate in my mouth as I continued to pull back and push forward, taking a little more of his cock in my mouth with each pass.

Tom reached one hand behind my head and grabbed a little bit of my short hair. He started moving his hips forward to meet my strokes.

“That’s it you cocksucker. Take my cock in your mouth. Fuck yeah, you’re pretty good for a first time cocksucker. Yeah, you’re gonna deep throat this cock nicely.”

As I moved forward to take the next stroke of his cock in my mouth, he pushed forward with his hips. His dick pushed into my throat, nearly choking me. He held me down, his dick in my throat, until I nearly couldn’t breathe. He finally let me pull off and I took my mouth off his cock, though his hand was still on the back of my head.

“I told you that you’d be able to deep throat me. That was nice! Hey, have you ever tasted your own cum?”

I said that I had not. He moved his hand that had jerked me off, the hand I came all over, in front of my face. My load was still there.

“Taste it,” he demanded. “Clean your cum off my hand.”

I leaned in a bit and licked the entire thick load off his hand and swallowed. As soon as I finished swallowing, he pushed eskort bayan his dick back in my mouth. He put his other hand around the back of my head and started fucking my face. Tom was pushing his cock into my throat with each thrust, gagging me.

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed. “Take my load you little cocksucker. Uuuhhh. There you go. Uh. Take it. Uh. Swallow it all.”

His cock spurt load after load of cum into my mouth. It was thick, creamy, salty and I swallowed it all.

“You like that cock sucker?”

I couldn’t lie. “I loved it Tom. I want more.”

“Yeah you loved it. Look, you’re hard again.”

I was. My cock was pointing straight out.

“Can we move this upstairs?”

We went to the bedroom, leaving the porn playing downstairs. Tom told me to get on my back and pull my knees to my chest. I hesitated and gave him a puzzled look.

“Relax,” he said, “I’m not going to fuck your ass.”

He got onto the bed and slithered up me like I would do if I were going to eat out my wife. I felt his tongue flick out against my ass. He flicked my whole with the tip a few more times and then moved up to get his full tongue pressed on my ass. He was rimming me and it felt fantastic!

I hadn’t been rimmed in ages, not since my first serious girlfriend in college. I had rimmed nearly all of my girlfriends since – I loved eating their asses, in fact – but they wouldn’t return the favor.

Tom, however, was a master at it. He was so sloppy, getting my whole soaked. I opened up to him and he was able to slide the tip of his tongue into my whole. He stroked my cock while he did so. After about five minutes, he stopped.

“That felt great!” I complimented him. “Want me to return the favor?”

“Actually, there was something else I wanted to do. Could I rub my cock through your ass crack and shoot on your back? I’ve always wanted to do that and no one will let me.”

“I’m not sure if I’m ready for something like that,” I said.

“I’ll just rub in the crack. I promise I won’t penetrate you.”

“OK,” I said. “As long as that’s it.”

I got onto my hands and knees and lowered my head to the bed to expose my ass a little more. I felt Tom pour some lube into my crack and then I felt his hands on my hips and his hard cock in my crack. It felt great as his cock sawed through my crack. He would pull back until the tip of his cock was at my whole, then would push forward and up so that he wouldn’t penetrate me.

“That feels good. Thanks for letting me do this,” he said. “Can you lay on your stomach? I think your cheeks will get around my cock better that way.”

I laid down and Tom pushed my legs together. He began stroking through my crack again and he was right, my butt held his dick better and tighter in this position.

“Oh, that’s it! That’s how it feels really good!”

I think Tom was enjoying this position both because my crack swallowed his cock a little better, but also because he felt more dominant. I could feel him resting his weight on my body as he humped me. A few thrusts later and I felt him stop on his pull back with his cock head touching my hole.

Tom leaned forward and licked my ear and then whispered in it.

“Don’t ever believe a man with a cock wants to just slide it through your crack and not fuck you. How dumb are you?”

Before I could comprehend what he had said, I felt a searing pain as Tom’s cock penetrated my virgin ass. I tried to squirm, but it was no use with all of Tom’s weight holding me down.

“Oww, fuck!” I yelled. “You promised!”

“Don’t you worry, I have a feeling about you. You’re going to love this in a minute!”

Tom reached under my body and found my cock as he kept working his way into me.

“Look at that,” he said, “you’re still hard. I told you that you’d like this!”

With that, he pushed the rest of his length into me and I could feel his pubes on my cheeks.

The burning sensation in my ass was more than I could have imagined. My asshole was on fire! Tom at least seemed conscious of how this felt. He left the full length inside me and slowly rocked his hips into me, only moving a little bit of his cock in and out of me. As he did this for a few minutes, the burning thankfully subsided.

Tom again whispered in my ear. “I left it in deep to open you up more than if it was altıparmak escort shallow. In about a minute you should be used to the size and we’ll really get going.”

About a minute later I felt his hand move off of cock and felt his dick slowly slide out of my ass. He pulled out until just the tip was left. I then heard the snap of a bottle top and felt the cool of more lube being dripped onto my ass. Thank God he was using more lube!

I heard the bottle close and then heard Tom’s voice again. “Now the fun begins!”

Tom placed his hands on the sides of my arms as if he was getting into a push up position and then he pushed half his length into me. He started moving faster than he had before; not “slamming” into me, mind you, but faster nonetheless.

“Oh you’re so tight! Your ass is making me feel so good. Does my cock feel good in your ass? I bet you’re starting to like it by now”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. Once the burning had stopped I did enjoy it. I could feel the veins on his cock sliding across my hole. I could feel the tip of his cock push against my prostate. And my cock sliding against my sheets felt good, too.

“Uh huh,” I muttered. His cock pulled out until just the head was left inside.

“What was that?” he asked. “What did you say?” He pushed the full length back into me.

“I like it. It feels good now,” I admitted.

“You like what? What feels good?” He kept sliding in and out of my ass.

“I like you fucking me! You’re cock feels good in my ass!”

“Then I think you should watch it now.”

Tom pulled out of my ass and told me to turn onto my back. This was my chance. I could fight back now. I could end this!

Instead, I rolled onto my back. I wanted to feel more.

Tom picked up my legs and I helped him turn them up to my chest. My legs spread open and my hips lifted my ass up for easier access. I have had my wife in this very position in this very bed many times before as I prepared to push my own cock into her; now I waited to feel a dick slide into my body.

I stared down my body, past my own dick and watched Tom line his shaft up, felt his spongy head press against my loosened hole and push easily into my ass.

I gasped, “Oh God!”

It felt so good. I looked up at Tom and saw him smile. I then returned my eyes to watching this man fuck my ass.

He was on his shins in front of me and grabbed my ankles for leverage. Tom began sawing in and out of my body. He was now fucking me even harder than before. He moved his shaft almost fully in and out of me with each stroke. My cock was bouncing up and down and slapping against my stomach.

Tom’s cock felt huge inside of my virgin ass and I felt so full. It felt so good!

“Look at you. You’re enjoying this, you little slut!” Tom mocked. “I knew you’d love this.”

“I do! I love this! Your cock feels so good inside of me!”

“So, are we going to do this again?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” I screamed. “I need you to fuck me more than this!”

“Good. I can’t wait. I’m going to cum soon. I’m going to cum deep inside your ass.”

“No!” I begged. “Don’t cum inside me. You can shoot it on my face and in my mouth.”

“It wasn’t a request,” Tom informed me. “I’m going to breed your virgin ass.”

Tom moved his right hand from my ankle and reached down to jerk me off while he kept fucking me. The feel of his cock in my ass and hand on my dick was so good. I felt my orgasm building fast.

“I’m going to cum,” I told him.

And I did! He stroked me a couple more times and my cock exploded. Tom kept fucking me – hard – and kept stroking me and I kept cumming all over my stomach and chest. Some even landed on my face.

My ass clamping down on his cock much have been too much for Tom as I felt his warm cum fill my hole.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I’m cumming in your fucking ass! Take my load you little bitch!”

As much as I hadn’t wanted him to cum inside me, like everything else, it felt so good. Tom stayed there a few minutes as hid cock deflated before taking it out.

“I didn’t want to pull the cum out with me,” he explained. “I want to still feel it inside you when I fuck you again.”

“What? I thought you meant let’s do this again another time?”

“Fuck no!” he said. “I’m fucking you again as soon as I can get hard again.”

“But my wife could be home soon.”

“Then you had better get me hard quickly because I’m not leaving until I shoot another load in your ass.”

Tom moved up my body and put his flaccid cock in my face. I opened up and took him in my mouth trying to get him hard again…

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I’ve never really been into dominance and submission, and even bondage is something I’ve engaged with only reluctantly. I don’t like handing control of my body over to someone else. The idea of wearing a chastity belt for the pleasure of some ‘Master’ – or ‘Mistress’, for that matter – and begging them to unlock the belt so that I can finally achieve a long-denied orgasm is not erotic for me.

And yet, my recent adventure in the park had taught me something unsuspected about myself. Fear of discovery is naturally erotic, of course, but the humiliation of actual discovery is something I find intensely erotic. I had lost count of the number of times I had made myself come while replaying in my mind the moment when the old woman discovered me peeing outside her house, naked apart from stripper heels and a chastity belt. Pee trickling down my legs from the perforated plate over my imprisoned pussy. Could I have looked any more like a kinky amoral slut?

Well, yes, I could have been dripping with cum too, I suppose, something else I had experienced that night. The belt had been such a frustration. I had hated it – in part because it denied me control of my body, of my orgasms, but mainly because it represented someone else’s control of me. Once the keys were safely in my possession, my hatred of it evaporated.

Instead, like the One Ring with Frodo, it exerted an almost constant tug on my awareness, a promise not of invisibility but rather the opposite: discovery and humiliation. Wearing it in the safety of my house, my ground-floor flat with the curtains surely and securely closed, served to tease my imagination, and I would test myself to see how long I could stand to wear it and deny the aching need for release. If at times I stroked the belt and called it ‘Precious’, there was as much truth as jest in that mockery of my new-found fetish.

It baffled me. I was reasonably attractive and had an active sex life – or I did until recently – and now, instead of glamming myself up for clubbing and the never-ending quest for a more-than-one night stand, I was Netflix-and-chilling with a piece of metal. Instead of sharing a bottle of wine with a handsome man, I was filling myself with water, impatient for the inevitable moment that the floodgates broke and my pee gushed messily through the perforated plate.

It was a sickness. An addiction. I needed help. Deep down, however, I didn’t want help. I wanted more. I wanted the promise to be fulfilled. I craved discovery and humiliation.

Just not by anyone who actually knew me.

And not by actively or deliberately exposing myself, either. I had often read erotic stories and watched porn videos with women in short skirts with nothing underneath – except maybe a butt plug. Although I found these exciting (and had even dared to go commando to night clubs once or twice in the past – where, in fact, discovery would hardly have raised any eyebrows), the danger of accidental exposure to children or prudish authorities was too high. The chastity belt would allow the potential for discovery and humiliation while remaining completely hidden.

You can probably tell I thought about this a lot. Every time it was a war, my brain calling me an idiot, my shielded-and-sorely-neglected clit screaming, “Get the fucking rabbit!”

But what pussy wants, pussy gets, even if what pussy wants is to be teased and tormented by a monstrous contraption that no woman in her right mind would wear.

The elegant design and tight fit of the belt allowed it to be worn under my customary trouser suit. After some experimentation I gave up on the idea of boxer shorts and accepted that the only thing between belt and trousers was an absorbent pad that softened the outline of the lock and shield as well as serving to soak up any escaping moisture. I knew from experience how necessary that was.

I was torn between the practicality of keeping the keys with me, to make it easier to pee, and do the other (which I had done through the belt’s anal ring once out of curiosity, but ultimately disliked too much to try again), and the eroticism of being caught in my own trap, forced to endure until my return home. At the last moment, as I wavered uncertainly in the open doorway, I returned the belt key to its place on the mantelpiece, and set off for work with only the shield key, dangling like a charm from a slender silver chain about my neck, only just hidden from view by my silk shirt.

For the first time in nearly a month I was wearing the chastity belt outdoors. That first time had been a frantic, terrified scurry between shadows. I had been cold, naked, miserable, and driven half-wild by the weak but persistent thrumming of a vibrator and escort bayan bursa bewildered by the shameful speed with which I had given in to my primitive sexual hunger. Four different men, two of them complete strangers, had left their mark on me one way or another. Only the chastity belt had stopped them from leaving their mark inside me too.

Now there was no need for me to hide, and yet the tight pressure of the belt could not be ignored. My awareness of the secret I carried was constant. As I waited in the queue for the bus, I felt sure my fellow passengers could see through the silk and cotton of my bland exterior to the steel that cupped my sex like a possessive lover. Heat stirred uselessly within that protected zone and my hard, sensitive nipples pressed against my unpadded bra. Peeking inside my jacket, I could see the sharp points that betrayed my arousal.

Normally at this time on a Monday morning, I would be worrying about the work awaiting me at the office and the endless plague of deadlines that sapped all joy from life. All of that seemed distant and irrelevant. Instead there was the itching need to scratch the bud of pleasure nestling within the folds of my sweet untouchable flower. (That was how it was described in the romance I had read the previous day.) There was the impulse to grab the hand of the tall man beside me and hold it against my steel-caged crotch. “Come back to my flat,” I would say, “and I will give you the key to my precious…” He was a little old for my liking, but we had exchanged smiles often enough and he seemed nice.

I resisted the impulse. What if his reaction were horror, not hunger? There was a running commentary at the back of my head: “You idiot! You stupid slut! It’s not too late to go back…”

I stayed where I was, kept my hands still, tried not to be too obvious as I examined every face around me for any hint they suspected the truth. I wondered whether any of the men had a cock long enough and slender enough to penetrate both the belt’s anal ring and my own more welcoming anal ring. I was yet to try that, though I had been sorely tempted to summon Tom and Ricky to my flat to make the attempt. My fantasy was elaborate. I would imagine our old English teacher crying out, as one young cock gave way to the other, “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,” his own cock thrusting mercilessly into my mouth. (“You have witchcraft in your lips,” he said to me once. There’s something both sweet and surreal about a man quoting Shakespeare moments before filling your mouth with his cum.)

I didn’t need a vibrator to keep me aroused. Just wearing the belt was enough to fuel the heat and stir my imagination. It was with such relief that I boarded the bus at last and settled into a seat next to an old lady – not the one who saw me pee, thankfully. She glanced at me critically but ignored me thereafter, and I smiled to myself at the thought of her reaction if she knew.

The smile was wiped off my face as the bus pulled out into traffic. My chosen seat was close to one of the wheels, and the vibrations swept through my pussy, forcing an anguished whimper from my lips. I would have moved elsewhere if I could, but already the bus was full. The tall man from the bus stop stood in the aisle beside me, his crotch level with my face. I wondered whether the vibrations from the bus affected him the way they affected me. I couldn’t touch myself. I didn’t dare to touch him. But the image of his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass, tortured me for the duration of the ride.

My face must have been very red by the time my stop came. I couldn’t resist brushing against his crotch as I squeezed past – but was disappointed to feel nothing. “You horny little slut,” the voice inside my head sneered.

I walked through the crowds towards my office, an inferno of sexual need concealed within a suit. No one really saw me. I was just a face in the crowd. As a professional woman, that normally never bothered me much, but my horny inner slut ached to be seen. I wanted eyes on me, and hands on me, tearing my clothes off. I wanted hard cocks pointed at me, urgent with desire, too hungry for me to listen to my denials.

I turned right abruptly into a shoe shop, and scanned the shelves for something more compelling than my kitten heels. There – black elegance with half-inch platforms and long, sharp heels. I emerged from the shop in my new five-inch stilettos, feeling twice as tall and a hundred times sexier. By necessity my pace was slower, my steps shorter. The voice in my head shrieked, “Idiot! They’ll never take you seriously at work wearing heels like these, you horny little slut!”

But for the bursa sinirsiz eskort first time that day I saw eyes lingering on my figure, the descending gaze of men undressing me, all in fleeting moments as they passed by me in the rush. “So what if I am,” I replied to the voice. “Maybe it’s time to embrace the real me.”

In the crowded elevator I was surrounded by men in suits, most of whom I knew well enough to greet with a friendly smile. It took some effort not to push my bum back against the crotch of the man behind me, to feel him growing hard with desire for me. The fear that he would feel the metallic hardness of the belt stopped me, kept me from abandoning my charade of moral correctness.

The belt, the very thing that was driving me to a fatal precipice, was the only thing holding me back from the edge.

As I exited the lift and walked across to my desk, a semi-private cubicle in an office shared with twenty others, my co-workers greeted me and watched me with unaccustomed curiosity. I dropped the bag with my shoes onto my desk and headed straight for the bathroom. There in the mirror I saw a young woman with flushed cheeks and a posture that suggested restless energy. I looked like a woman who had just had sex and wanted more. “Oh God,” I whispered, appalled and thrilled at the same time.

If I had been alone at home, I’d have had the belt off in the flash, my pink rabbit ready to dive into action. Hell, if I’d had the belt key with me I’d have been straight into a stall here to put my fingers to good use. Without the key, the best I could do would be to sit there massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples until futility set in. It wasn’t even nine a.m. yet – how was I going to last the day? Maybe I could claim sickness and go home early…

I shook my head angrily. No. I would get through it.

Taking a deep breath, I headed back to my desk and switched on the computer. And, work being work, all too demanding of attention, I was able eventually to focus on the e-mails and accounting spreadsheets, and even to talk normally on the phone, and the feverish need that I had struggled with earlier diminished to a dull ache. Like a fire starved of oxygen, it would surge back to life whenever the pace of work eased off.

At lunchtime, in the privacy of a bathroom stall, I eased my trousers down. The smell of my arousal was unmistakable. The absorbent pad was proving its worth. I took the key from around my neck and removed the perforated plate from the pussy shield. This didn’t make access to my clit or pussy any easier, but it did make peeing a lot less messy. At home I wouldn’t have done this, because the sheer dirtiness of making a mess, of not being able to adequately dry myself, is part of what turns me on so much about the belt.

But I couldn’t afford to have pee seeping out of my shielded crotch at work. There were limits to what the pad could soak up. Stinking of sex I could live with. Stinking of urine would do nothing for my career.

I joined my colleagues Martin and Rach for lunch in the canteen. I had salad and chips. “I love the shoes,” Martin said.

“Thanks,” I said. “They’re killing my feet.”

Rach laughed. “I bet. But every man in the office has noticed them. Even Tim.” Tim who had never met a closet that could contain him. “Even Mr Darcy,” she added with a wink. Mr Darcy – not his real name, of course, though he does share his name with another Jane Austen character – was our boss. He was handsome, ambitious, late-forties with silver-edged hair, married to an actress who was often away on tour, and had a reputation for screwing his secretaries and any young woman who had the misfortune to work for him. Rumour had it that he screwed the men too, but no one had ever admitted to this.

Rach, on the other hand, was always happy to tell people about the threesome she had had with Mr and Mrs Darcy after the Christmas party. “I’ll do anything for an autograph,” she would joke, the autographed photo in question being displayed proudly on the cork board beside her desk.

“What’s up with you today?” she asked me. “Anyone would think you had a vibrator in your pants.”

“I don’t!” My denial was was itself denied by the sudden heat in my cheeks.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh my God! You do!”

“Shut up!” I hissed. People were watching us from all around. “I don’t.”

“Uh huh.” She grinned, not believing me for a second. “Prove it.”

“What? No!”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Prove it to me now or I’m telling everyone.”

And I knew she would. “Okay! But only you – sorry Martin, I’m not showing you my pussy just to shut Rach up.”

He escort bayan nodded, clearly bemused by the whole event. I led Rach out of the canteen and to a nearby accessible loo. There was space for both of us, and complete privacy. “I’ll show you,” I told her, “but only if you promise to say nothing to anyone.”

She nodded, and I took a breath for courage. Slowly I unbuttoned and lowered my trousers, peeling away the pad to reveal the shield and the shiny metal band running between my legs. I lifted my shirt and vest to reveal the rest of the belt.

Rach was speechless for almost a whole minute. “Can I touch it,” she asked eventually.

“Yes,” I whispered. I felt completely vulnerable. I had just revealed my most shameful secret to my best friend, and now her fingertips were wet with evidence of my arousal.

She dropped to her knees and breathed in deeply. “You smell amazing,” she said. She tried to squeeze her fingers under the shield, but without success. Moaning with frustration, she licked my inner thighs around the shield, and the shield itself, making me whimper with desperate hunger. “I’ve been dying to get into your pants for years, and now I succeed only to find this? Who made you wear this?”

“No one.”

She looked relieved. “Where’s the key?” she demanded roughly.

“At home.”

She glared at me. Pushing me back against the wall, she unbuttoned my shirt, and spied the key immediately. “Give it to me.”

“It won’t help,” I said, but unclipped the key from the necklace and gave it to her. Immediately she dropped to her knees again and attacked the padlock on the belt. “The key’s at home,” I repeated.

Giving up on the belt lock, she attacked the shield lock instead, and growled with anger as she discovered how useless this was. She tried to penetrate the slit with her tongue and fingers, but she couldn’t reach the prize.

With a sign of resignation, she stood and observed me with a fierce calculation in her eyes that made me shiver. “You slut,” she said calmly. “You tease!” I couldn’t tell if it was an act or not. “You turn me on like this and then deny me?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, anxiously trying to think of some way to appease her.

“There’s only one way to treat a naughty little slut like you,” she said. “Turn around and put your hands on the seat.” I obeyed quickly, fearful of the cruel determination in her eyes. She laughed. “Guarding your pussy like that but your ass is practically begging to be fucked.” Her fingertips caressed the tight entrance. “I bet you love being fucked in the ass, isn’t that so?”

“Yes,” I said as I tried to push back against her.

“No no no,” she said, pulling away. “You don’t deserve the pleasure of my fingers. Naughty girls deserve punishment.” The palm of her hand cracked against my left cheek, and I cried out from the pain of it. With her other hand she held me in place, bent over the toilet seat. Again and again her hand cracked down, the sharp noise of the spanking echoing loudly in the small room.

Sometimes on the left cheek, sometimes on the right. I soon lost count. The pain of her strikes had tears falling from my eyes, but the abused flesh of my bum and upper thighs became suffused with a fierce heat that oddly wasn’t unpleasant. From time to time her fingers scooped up the clear liquid that dripped through the slit from my untouchable pussy.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Rach said. “If you don’t bring the other key tomorrow, I’ll have to punish you again. Down on your knees, slut.”

My legs were trembling so much it was a relief to kneel. In front of me, Rach lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She tugged her black lace knickers, glistening with her own arousal, to one side. I’m not a lesbian, and any bi-curious urges I’ve had over the years have been ignored, but I didn’t hesitate. Between the hours of imprisonment and now Rach’s ferocious spanking, my whole body was on fire with need.

I had never licked a pussy before, but I knew how I liked mine to be licked. I loved the raw smell of her, and explored her delicate folds in a quest to scoop as much of her fluid into my mouth. I didn’t try to tease her, but swept my tongue lovingly across and around her clit. I penetrated her with one finger, then a second, even a third, finger-fucking her slowly as I sucked her clit and dug my fingers into the tender flesh of her bum. I wondered what it would be like to wear a strap-on and take her roughly from behind.

Her hands were in my hair, holding me tight against her. Her breathing erratic. Sharp fingernails dug into my scalp and she cried out. Suddenly she was so wet, and convulsing against me. I continued stimulating her clit until she pushed me away, panting heavily, her eyes closed.

After a minute she calmed. “Thank you, slut,” she said, and bent to kiss me briefly on the lips. She straightened out her clothing, checked her appearance in the mirror, then slipped out of the room.

I locked the door hastily behind her.

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I was 22 years old, slim and very athletic, have always had girlfriends and have always been very dominant with them. I grew up privately schooled and in the church, but still loved taking my girl whenever and wherever like a normal guy… Until I met a guy named G.

I met him while bowling, an athletic looking 34 year old black guy, not sure why he suddenly took interest in being my friend, but I didn’t have many other than my girlfriend, so I appreciated the friendship. We watched sports on tv and hung out. It was a great friendship.

One evening, he had come over, and it was late, so he asked if he could just stay the night. I said of course and gave him a pillow for the couch. I went to bed without thought. Not long after, he wanted to be in the bed because the couch was uncomfortable, which I thought was strange but alright. I turned over and tried to sleep, wondering what was up with him. He then shocked me like I had never been before. He started touching me, almost as if caressing me. It freaked me out. I moved, but when I did I brushed over his crotch, and felt how monstrous and hard he was. I immediately tensed up, and realized how fast my heart was escort bursa beating, and what was going on.

I put my hand back on his cock and felt him through his pants, it was enormous, and I was the reason. Not wanting to disappoint him, I slowly pulled him out of his pants and started exploring him with my hand, my back still to him. At this point I was shaking because I had no idea what I was doing nor have I seen it… yet… I turned over and faced him, and he guided me down to his waist with his hands and stuck it in front of my face. I tasted him very slowly, opening my mouth has best I could to fit him in. He like it and I began feeling proud that I was pleasing him and took more of him in my mouth. He was a good ten inches.

After a while of this, he got me out of my pjs, and I ended up on top of him, in the 69 position. I sucked him the best I could as he started playing with my ass. I had never felt a tongue all over my hole before and it was amazing. He knew what he was doing and he fucked my ass with his tongue for so long as I moaned while sucking him. My hands played with his balls as he kept tonguing my ass and I obediently bobbed bursa merkez eskort my head up and down on his cock. I started really enjoying it.

I surprised both of us, and turned around and tried to sit on his cock. Slowly but surely, I eased his head in my ass. It hurt but I wanted more. I wanted to please him. When I took his cock inside me for the first time, I felt so filled. I was shaking rigorously which made him feel good, and so I started playing with his balls while I rode him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I shook my hips quickly like my girl would do, and I was so proud. He said he wanted my virginity and this was his plan all along, and me having no idea turned him on. Moaning with him inside me, shaking, and feeling his pulse through his cock, I said my ass is yours. He came very heavily. I could feel every time he squirted. It felt like he was in my stomach.

He pulled out and I immediately started sucking him. I wanted to continue pleasing him. I sucked him for a good ten minutes before he got me into doggie and plunged me as deep as he could. I couldn’t stop gasping loudly every time he rammed me. bursa sınırsız escort His balls slapped up against mine and he muffled my yells with his hand, and kept pumping. He said I was his bitch now and slapped my ass. All I could moan was yes over and over. He pounded me so hard that I would have flown across the room had he not had a hold of my neck and face. He pulled out and squirted all over my face. It was warm, and made my face and lips tingle. I was covered in it, and I went back to sucking him.

By this time I was so open, he could do whatever he wanted with me. I went on my back and he shoved his meaty cock in me missionary. He got very deep every thrust. I moaned very loudly, and he kept muffling me. It wasn’t until he came for a third time, that I realized I wanted to be the best he’s ever had, and I was willing to do anything for that. I sucked him clean again and this time he really fucked my face. Twenty minutes of this and he said he would reward me. He came and filled my mouth so quickly with his cum, I gagged on it. I swallowed most of it and coughed up the rest. He told me to go get cleaned up and I did.

For a year, I was to wait on him, every time he came over, I was to serve him. He taught me how to please a man, and showed me how great it was. I craved him at all times. It was crazy because I still loved to dominate women, but he showed me how good it was to be dominated as well. To this day I still think of G, eight years later.

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Chapter 14 – ON MY OWN AND ON THE STREET

Monday morning, my parents were up around 5:30 AM. Despite my limited sleep I woke from their sounds. I hadn’t seen them since Friday. When they last saw me, I was their somewhat innocent daughter. Now I was their daughter, the full blown prostitute and slut. Before going downstairs to see them I looked at myself in the mirror. The hickey on my neck had reddened. I quickly covered it with foundation and it faded away. I would not have been able to hide the one on my shoulder with even an inch thick layer of makeup, so I put on a top that covered it.

My mom was excited to see me. She asked me all about what I had done that weekend… “Well mom, I got fucked by about 20 guys. A third of them were black and one was my boss. And guess what mom? All the black guys came inside me! And the best part is they all paid me. Your daughter is a total prostitute!”

Well, maybe I didn’t say that. I told her Mae and I just hung out together. But then I started the lie and told her about a friend of Mae’s that came over. I explained that she was able to get me a job working at a restaurant. There was a lot of cash to be made. Although I would have to work late, I could do it the rest of the summer before I went back to school. She was really happy for me.

She asked how much I might be able to make and I told her, “Maybe a hundred or two cash every night,” in my mind I was thinking I might earn that every thirty minutes. I told her I was going to start my first shift that night, and depending upon how it went, I might get to work every night that week. She said that she was happy for me and encouraged me to work as much as possible because I probably wouldn’t be able to do it once school started.

She told me she moved my clothes from the washer to the dryer for me. She said she thought they might be dry already. And then she gave me look that didn’t make me feel too comfortable. I just thanked her and decided I should go out to the garage and collect them.

I pulled the clothes from the dryer and folded them. I looked at the panties and there was still a stain in them. Had she noticed? Was that why she gave me the look. But then I saw why. There were five condom packets sitting on top of the washer. I forgot to take them out of the skirt pocket! They must have come out during the wash!

I grabbed the condoms and my clothes and brought them upstairs. My mom never made mention to me of the condoms. Did she wonder why I had so many? Was she thankful I was using protection (even though I only used the condoms less than half the time)?

My parents left for work and I reminded them I would be starting my new job at the restaurant. I told them I would be gone before they came home and would not be home until after they were in bed. My mom, who had worked in a restaurant when she was in college, knew the value of tips and ironically said, “I hope you have a lot of customers.” I hoped for the same thing.

I went to my bathroom to take a shower. I was ready to jump into the shower and I thought about the potential of the day and realized that there was always the possibility for anal sex and opted to clear my bowels (sorry to be so gross, but it had to be done). As it turned out, it was a good practice. Afterwards I showered and was certain to clean my pussy and my ass inside and out.

I dried my hair and put on my makeup. I did a half-ass job at covering my bite marks. Since I was alone, I walked around the house nude. I walked downstairs and I saw Lucy outside the sliding glass door. She stared at me wanting her breakfast. I had completely forgotten about her. So the same as my routine had been the previous week, I walked into the backyard the same way I had come into the world: completely naked. I looked up and Pete was waiting at the window. I gave him a wave and he returned with a wave, as well.

I tended to Lucy’s water and food. Pete watched me the entire time. Finished with my chore, I gave Pete a wave goodbye and went back inside.

I walked upstairs to my room and pulled out the skirt and top I had worn the night before. The cum stains came out of the skirt. And then I considered the top and how it looked after I tied the straps. I really liked how it looked on me. I wanted the look to be a permanent. I untied the straps and estimated the length. Using scissors, I cut both straps to shortened them. I used a needle and thread to reattach the straps. I then pulled the top over my head. My adjustments were a little shorter than I was attempting. No matter how much I tugged on the top, my lower areola were exposed on both boobs. In other words, it was perfect.

I had hoped to leave by 8:00, but I didn’t quite make that target. A few minutes after 8:00 I called for a cab. They said they could have a cab to me in 20 to 25 minutes. I went to my bedroom and picked out some clothes. I put on the skimpiest dress that I owned. It would only be for the travel to the motel. I intended to bursa eskort bayan take it off as soon as I got to my motel room. The dress really needed underwear, so I obviously decided not to wear any. But, I did grab some panties and a bra, stuffing them into my backpack.

I collected three of the 10-packs of condoms that I had stashed away. I put them into the backpack along with the wipes and a tube of KY. The shoes that Mae had given me were still in the backpack. I packed my skirt and newly adjusted top.

I flipped through my closet to see if there were any other clothes I should bring. As I did I saw the dress that Terry asked that I would wear to work. He was right, when I wore that dress it almost looked like I wasn’t wearing a bra, so going braless would be ok. I flipped through and stumbled upon my cheerleader uniform for high school. I thought to myself, ‘That could be fun on the right date’. I found another short skirt and a translucent button-down blouse to could go with it. I put the skirt and blouse into my backpack. I heard a car pull up and looked out my window that faced the street. It was the taxi; my carriage had arrived.

I grabbed my backpack and went to the taxi. It was not a long ride, but it was long enough that my phone rang. I answered, “Hi, this is Vanessa.” The man on the other end asked if I was available. I told him that I was and that I was staying downtown. I asked him when he would like to meet. I suggested 9:30 and he agreed. Then he asked about my menu and I asked if he was married. He said that he was. Not very discreetly I said, “3 with a condom, 5 bare, and 7 if you want my ass. You can decide when we meet.” I gave him my room number and said I would meet him at 9:30. It was a routine of questions that I would use on nearly every phone call I would receive. After the call, I looked at the driver through the rearview mirror. He was Indian. I don’t know if he understood what the conversation was all about, but I never really cared either.

We arrived at the motel a few minutes before 9:00. When I got to the room, the bed was already made. Other than the bed being made, the room looked the same as I had left it. The bottles of Gatorade were on the table and I decided it would be a good idea to take in some liquid since I did not eat or drink anything before I left the house.

I changed my clothes and put on the same skirt and adjusted top as I had worn the night before. It only took a minute to get dressed and I went into the bathroom to see how I looked. I looked into the mirror and thought I looked sexy, but mostly slutty; I wanted slutty. I started rubbing my breasts and my nipples became hard. Their points were obvious through my top. I pulled up the hem of my skirt. I lifted it until I could just see the edge of my pussy below the hemline. I turned around and my cheeks were clearly visible. Yes, this was the look that I wanted.

I decided I would go out to the balcony and wait for my appointment. As early as it may have been, In my heart I wanted anyone who might see me there would know that a hooker was staying in room 233. I brought my phone with me and decided I had better start returning some calls. The first call was to Marcus.

I told Marcus that I owed him a fuck and today was the first opportunity to cash-in. He was more than eager. He suggested 10:00, but I told him it would need to be 11:00. He asked if I was going to have a busy day. He said he could hear the smile in my voice when I told him I expected a busy week. He said something like, “Yeah, I saw your new profile on redbook. Your phone is probably ringing off the hook.” And almost on cue another call started coming in. I told him I needed to go and that I would see him at 11:00.

The next caller set up an appointment for 12:30. I made 3 more quick calls before my date arrived. And those three calls locked in 2:00, 3:30 and 5:00 dates.

My 9:30 appointment showed up on time. It was a great start of the day (it’s always good to start out with sex). He made no attempt to hide his wedding ring and I gladly accepted his $500 donation. He left plenty of additional donation inside my pussy before he left. He left early enough for me to rinse out in the shower and return some more phone calls. By the time Marcus had arrived I was able to make four more appointments. I had actually tried calling back others but they went straight into voicemail. I left discreet messages, but I mostly wanted them to know that I returned their call. I was now booked through midnight (figuring the last appointment would start at 11:00). Considering that I already was paid $500 and Marcus would be a freebie, I estimated I was going to take in almost $3000! Unbelievable!

Marcus showed up promptly at 11:00 and he made no effort to hide what he wanted. We got out the KY and he went straight for my ass. He was careful to begin with, but it took only about a minute before my sphincter fully relaxed and I turned back to look at him bursa merkez escort and said, “Oh yeah, I’m ready.” He fucked my ass doggy style and he felt so good. Have I mentioned that I enjoy anal?!

He fucked my ass for about 10 minutes and I could tell he was nearing completion. I asked, “Do you want to cum in my ass?”

“Yes. Here you go baby!”

He shoved himself up against me and I could feel his cock throbbing inside my ass as his cum pumped inside me. I’ve always loved how that feels. It’s probably because anal is the naughtiest of sex, but I just like the sensation of my ass being loaded up too.

He pulled out of me and I grabbed the wipes from the nightstand. I wiped his cock clean and looked at the white baby wipes. Other than some cum they remained completely white. I was very thankful I had thought ahead to clear my bowels and clean myself that morning. It was a routine that continued long after that day.

There is no need to get into the details of the day. A lot of blow jobs. A lot of fucking. A little bit of anal. By 9:30, I had exceeded $3,000!

But 9:30 came and went. My 9:30 was a no-show. It was my first ever no-show, but would not be my last. He never called to say he would not be coming and because of his lack of courtesy I blocked his number on my phone.

Once I realized he was not going to show up I felt hunger pains for the first time that day. As long as I was having sex, my body did not even consider hunger. I wonder if we’ve evolved that way? But, with nothing to do, I realized I needed to eat something. There was a Denny’s near the motel, but I really did not want to sit down to eat, I just wanted something quick. There was a 7-Eleven down the street directly across from the restaurant that Mae and I dined the night before. Not an ideal source for dinner, but it would do.

I glanced through my window and I could see a couple of girls out on the sidewalk. I decided that I would take a walk to the convenience store.

Again, I chose to wear what I had worn the night before. It would be the first time walking with my freshly altered top. I put it on and went into the bathroom. My areola were still visible and I loved it. I pulled the skirt up high; just high enough to cover my cheeks from behind and to cover my crotch from in front. I brushed my hair, put on some lipstick and reached for my heels.

I took most of my cash and shoved it between the mattresses. I kept a couple twenties for myself so I would have money for some food. I grabbed some condoms and put them into my pocket. I really wasn’t certain that I wanted to be picked up, but I hadn’t thought I wanted to the night before either. I opened a bottle of Gatorade and took a few swigs; Gatorade would prove to be the ideal source of calories and rehydration on this day and many days in the future. I grabbed my room key and made my way out the door.

When I stepped outside there was a girl standing on the balcony a few rooms down from me. Like me, she was not dressed the way her mother had raised her. We gave each other a knowing nod. I made my way down the stairs and across the parking lot. When I made it to the sidewalk I glanced up and down the street and noticed there were a few girls clustered together the opposite direction from where I was headed.

I had barely made it twenty steps when a car that had just passed me nearly slammed on his brakes to a stop. He put his car into reverse and he backed up until he was parallel to me. He rolled down his window and yelled out, “Wow! Where did you come from.”

I laughed and pointed towards my room and said, “Over there.”

He said, “Do you want to get in?”

I was tempted, but my stomach had already decided that I needed to eat. I said, “No thanks,” I pointed down the street and continued, “I need to get something to eat. Watch for me a little later tonight. I might be around.” He didn’t seem completely rejected, so he accepted my answer and drove away.

About fifty feet further up another guy honked his horn and kept driving.

But, it was the next car that was important. It was a newer silver Cadillac Escalade. It wasn’t brand new, but it had dealer plates on it. I couldn’t see who was inside, but when they saw me they abruptly slowed down. but they had already passed me. Unlike the other guy, they didn’t make a scene by slamming into reverse. But I heard the engine rev slightly as he accelerated up the street.

As I continued walking I looked back toward the car and he was waiting for the light up the street to make a U-Turn back toward me.

I was just getting to the parking lot of the 7-Eleven when I saw the Escalade pass me on the opposite side of the street. He continued ahead so he could make another to come back my direction.

This particular 7-Eleven had a weird parking setup. This wasn’t a traditional 7-Eleven with a standalone building and an open and exclusive lot. The store was underneath bursa sınırsız escort bayan a small condominium complex. The parking lot was more like a garage. It wasn’t very big, but it can best be described as sheltered.

Just as I walked into the 7-Eleven the Escalade pulled into the lot. I was more than aware that I was being followed and I smiled in the direction of the vehicle. The vehicle had darkened windows and I could not make out who was inside.

There were a few people inside the store. They were all guys. And they all stopped to check me out. They didn’t bother to undress me with their eyes, they could clearly see through most of my revealing clothes.

I walked up to the counter and looked at the hot food that was behind the counter. My choices were either a hot dog or pizza. I thought the pizza might give me worse breath than the hot dog so I ordered a dog. Ironically, I had hot dog shaped appendages put inside my mouth all day long, this would be the first one that I would actually chew on.

I paid for the hot dog and took it to the condiments table. I was ready to pour on some onions and realized that it could be a bad breath disaster. So instead I just added ketchup. As I dressed the hot dog I thought maybe a hot dog might not leave the best breath either. I went to the mini-hygiene aisle and found a small bottle of mouthwash. I grabbed it and glanced at the condoms that were hanging on display. I chuckled to myself that I had a better inventory of condoms than they did.

I walked back to the cashier and paid for the mouthwash. When he handed me my change he said, “I hope you have a safe night. Remember to be careful.”

I asked him, “Have there been any cops around tonight?”

He replied, “Not until next Thursday.” It seemed that everyone knew when the cops made their round. I decided that I would avoid Thursdays in general in the future.

I glanced up at the clock, it was a few minutes past 10:00. My last appointment was due around 11:00. I walked out of the store and stood out front eating my hot dog. It actually was pretty good. Amazing what tastes good when you’re really hungry. I looked over to the farthest corner of the lot. Backed up against the corner of the garage was the Escalade. The driver apparently saw me looking and did a quick flash of the lights.

I stayed standing in front of the store and finished the hot dog. I used some napkins that I had grabbed inside the store and lightly brushed off any crumbs that might have been on my face. I opened the small bottle of Scope and poured it into my mouth and swished it around. I swallowed it and took a second swig swallowing it as well. I threw the half-empty bottle into the garbage. I took a deep breath and walked toward the Escalade.

The Escalade was backed into a space and the driver’s side was up against the concrete wall that framed the parking garage. As I approached my heart was starting to pound from excitement. As I got closer, I could see there wasn’t just the driver; there was also a passenger in the front seat. I almost turned around when I saw the second person. Part of me wondered if they were cops; that would be all I needed. But in the faint light I could see that they certainly were not dressed in a manner that I would expect Cops to dress, but more importantly, they were both black.

I walked over to the driver side between the car and the wall and expected him to roll down his window. I almost jumped when the rear window rolled down; a third guy in the back said, “Hello sweet cheeks, my aren’t we a fine piece of ass.”

I said, “Oh my god, I didn’t realize that there was anyone in the back seat!”

He said, “I hope I didn’t frighten you.”

I said, “No, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

He said, “Damn, we barely saw you once last night and you disappeared. We thought we must have just dreamed you, but here you are again.”

I asked, “You saw me last night?”

He said, “Yeah, but you got scooped up so fast, there was no catching you. Where did you come from? I’ve never seen you out here before.”

I said, “New. Just started.”

“Really? When did you start?”

I said, “I guess Friday night.”

“Why did you start? Did someone make you start? Do you need money? Rent?”

I looked at him and said, “Because I like to fuck.”

He said, “You’re shittin’ me?”

I said, “No. That’s why.”

He asked, “How many guys do you think you’ve fucked since you started?”

“More than 25, but one of them twice.” He said, “That’s pretty good. Have you liked it?”

I smiled and said, “Yes.”

I felt a trickle of fluid running down my thigh. His nonchalant conversation was getting me so wet.

He said, “Move over a little bit, let me check out your fine little body. He started to open his door and he rolled the window up at the same time. I stepped toward the rear of the car and he opened the door fully so it actually touched the concrete wall alongside the car. I stood there and he said, “Turn around.” I slowly turned around and the passenger in the front seat said, “Damn you are one nice piece of pussy.”

I said, “That’s what everyone keeps telling me.”

I went back to talking to the rear passenger.

He asked, “What’s your name?”

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