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My Sister Katie

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I look like a fucking Two-dollar hooker.

Hey. My name is Sarah, Sarah Burkley. At the moment my sister, Katie, is pounding on the dressing room door for me to come out. But there is no way I’m going to prom in this dress. It has a plunging neckline that shows almost all of my cleavage, the bottom barely covers my red panties and it’s the ugliest shade of pink I have ever seen.

“Katie I’m not coming out in this!” I yell. The longer I have it on, the more I want to just rip it off. I don’t even know why Katie picked it out. I’ve always had a thing for Katie, even if she is my younger sister. With her caramel, wavy locks and pools of blue eyes. Her B-cups and round ass. Katie was – is beautiful. Sure, I’m decent with her same body but my hair is black and my eyes are brown. Katie is the most beautiful 18 year old I’ve ever seen.

All this thinking about Katie has made my nipples hard, Gaziantep Anal Escort and you can see them through the thin material of my dress. I quickly take it off and after running my hands over my body, I change into the other choice, a dark blue, knee-length traditional prom dress. It looks way better.

“Sarah, you look… Stunning. As always. ” Katie cries when I come out of the changing room. I feel a blush spread across my cheeks. The woman who owns the store, Lauren also showers me with complements. I guess this is the dress then!

“Thank you both!” I smile. I walk back into the changing room to take it off. When I pull at the zipper, it won’t budge. Suddenly, the door bursts open. SHIT I FORGOT TO LOCK IT!

Katie pins me against the wall, closing the door with her foot. She starts kissing my neck, tracing my nipples through the dress with her delicate fingers. I shudder with pleasure.

“We have thirty minutes until Lauren comes back from her coffee break. Better make this fast.” Katie says in a seductive voice that makes my pussy ache. I need her. This is my dream come true.

“K-Katie…” I groan. She smirks and crashes her lips onto mine. It’s a perfect fit. I slip the tip of my tongue into her mouth, running my hands feverishly along the small of her back. I’m overcome with emotions of pleasure, confusion and adrenaline. Making out with my sister in a small changing room is new. But I love it already.

“Get down, bitch.” Katie orders me, pulling her sweet lips away. I obey and rip her tights off. She’s wearing no panties and I can see her smooth, dripping pink pussy. I lick my lips, plunging my tongue deep into her sweet entrance. “Sarahhhh…. Fasterrrrr….” She moans, grabbing onto my hair. She starts shaking and screaming, about to cum when I slip my tongue out. She gives me the evil eye. “Tease.” She says through a smile.

I take off her small tank-top and to my surprise, she’s not wearing a bra either. Her tits are small and perky. They’re perfect.

I start slowly massaging her soft tits, our lips meeting once again. Her hands pull my dress up and find my panties, which she rips off. I shudder as she first slips one finger in, then two and then three. I’ve never had someone else finger me . It’s much better than playing with myself. She starts tracing my clit with one finger and pumping in and out with the other two. Suddenly, my knees start buckling as I’m overwhelmed with pleasure and euphoria. I start moaning. The feeling is indescribable. And then it hits me. “Fuuuccccckkkkk!” I scream. The orgasm is extremely powerful. And then just as fast as it came, it left.

I crumple to the floor and Katie comes beside me. We lay there, just kissing until the door opens. Standing there is a very shocked Lauren. Oh shit.

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Afterglow

“Mom, why don’t you come back home and live in Grandpa’s place? We’d love for you to live here!”

“Oh, I don’t know Faith. That old house needs so much work. I should have fixed it up and rented it out when he passed away, but your father and I didn’t want to spend the money and now…I don’t even want to think about it.”

“But you and Dad paid property taxes on it every year and by not renting it out it cost you money anyway. So you either need to renovate it or finally get rid of it, right?”

“I can’t argue with that, honey. I suppose I could sell the house here in Chicago and use that money to fix up Dad’s place. It would be both pleasant and a little strange moving back into the house I grew up in and left 25 years ago, though,” she told her 22-year old daughter.

“Mom, I know you have friends there now, but Katie and David and I all live here and so do all of your old friends, so please consider moving back home. Please, Mom?”

“I have thought about it a lot lately. When your father passed away just having you kids here to visit meant everything to me. But you have lives back in Washington and I knew you could only stay so long. I have to admit I do you miss all the time—a lot.”

“Look, Mom. David and I have talked about this and you can stay with us while you’re having Grandpa’s house remodeled. We’d love to have you. And Katie said the same thing. I’m not supposed to tell you, but I think her boyfriend is about to pop the question any day now.”

“Seriously? Oh Faith, that’s wonderful! He’s such a nice young man. And I didn’t say this, but he’s very good looking.”

“Well I didn’t say this, but…yeah! He really is hot! I love David, and he’s a very handsome man. But Troy is…yummy!”

“Faith, you’re terrible,” her mother said with a laugh. “But he is very cute. Doesn’t his family own that business out by our old place?”

“Yep. That’s them. Porter Homes. They do pretty much everything from new construction to extensive remodeling and their work is top notch. The dad owns it but Troy and his older brother, Dax, do all the work now. Well, the two of them and a bunch of other very talented guys. Oh! And speaking of cute…his brother is even better looking than Troy. Dax is too-die-for hot! It’s kind of sad, but he has a beautiful 12-year daughter growing up without a mom.”

“Yes! I heard about that. What a tragedy. Poor thing. How long’s that been? A year or so, right?”

“No, that was well over two years ago,” her daughter told her. “But to get back to something less difficult to talk about and just in case you’re interested, their dad, Troy, Senior, is divorced now and still a very good-looking guy, himself, Mom. I’m sure Katie could introduce you.”

“Oh, stop!” she said only half pretending to be put out. “I’ve been on three dates in the last three months and honestly? It just isn’t worth the effort.”

“Mom? Dad’s been gone nearly a year and a half. And while we’re on the topic of ‘hotties’ you’re…pretty hot yourself, you know. And don’t tell me you’re not aware of it.”

At 45, Olivia Roberts really was still a very attractive woman. Not living around her two daughters who were now 23 and 21, respectively, after having moved to Chicago with her late husband three years ago due to a big promotion in his advertising business, she was no longer ever asked if she were their sister or friend rather than their mom. But it had happened often enough once Faith turned 18 that it couldn’t be mere coincidence that different people who didn’t know them said something similar wherever they’d went.

She’d always taken excellent care of herself, and her husband, who appreciated having such a beautiful, youthful-looking wife, had always made sure she had access to a spa and any kind of beauty treatments or products she wanted. The truth was she looked great even without makeup, but anytime she wanted to she could knock it out of the park by putting just a bit on and stepping into a killer outfit.

Unlike most women her age, she could still wear her silky blonde hair shoulder length or in a youthful-looking ponytail. That said, she was finally getting tired of the time it took to wash, dry, set, and style it anytime she did want to dress up nicely.

On top of all that, Olivia’s smooth, flawless skin was the envy of every woman at the spa or the country club, a place where her membership came as a perk of her late husband’s big promotion. Those same women also told her it just wasn’t fair that after having had two children that she could still be a size 6.

“I bet her boobs don’t even sag yet!” was a common catty remark often spoken behind her back. The truth was they were a perfect full C and…they didn’t.

Olivia didn’t know any other widowed women her age so she couldn’t compare notes, but then she really didn’t care how well other women might be coping with having lost their husband and best friend. All she knew was she desperately missed everything about him from his warm smile to Gaziantep Olgun Escort their passionate lovemaking. She’d never tell her daughters but after a very healthy love life when they’d lived at home, it had really blossomed once they became empty nesters. No longer forced to hold back or be quiet because the girls might hear, Olivia became the initiator most of the time, something her husband loved almost as much as her. Now, she was alone and…lonely…night after night.

That first year, nothing had interested her and especially not the thought of sex and most definitely not dating. But the last six months and particularly the last three, she’d found herself well, horny, nearly all the time. She’d been asked out no less than 20 times in those six months and said ‘yes’ to just three men—the only ones she found attractive enough to date. And of those three, she’d said yes to just one of them.

He was 48 and by far the best-looking man who’d asked her out, and he was also a true gentleman who was intelligent and someone capable of stimulating her intellectually and later—physically. Or at least she’d believed he could and he’d given it his best shot. The problem was he had a serious um…shortcoming.

Olivia had heard the pejorative term ‘size queen’ before and laughed it off as so much silliness. And why wouldn’t she? Her husband was more than adequate in that area and of the three men she’d had sex with before marrying him, all of them had been roughly the same size as the others, so size really hadn’t ever mattered. It was a non-issue.

But this man, this still very attractive man, was so small it really did make a difference. She hated that she couldn’t get passed this seemingly unimportant issue, but she couldn’t. He ‘tickled’ her rather than satisfied her, and she wasn’t ready to throw in the towel on sexual satisfaction no matter what else he brought to the table. His looks and intelligence aside, she didn’t need a husband or money and she’d be damned if she’d marry someone she felt she was just settling for in any area that mattered. No thank you very much.

She’d also never admit to having broken down and bought a vibrator for the first time in her life with the worst part of it being that her tiny little ‘friend’ did a better job than her own handsome male lover. If he was the best she could do, maybe staying single wasn’t such a bad thing, especially when the thought of spending the rest of her life with someone she didn’t find either attractive or, frankly, big enough, was so completely unacceptable.

“Mom? Hel-looo! Are you listening?” Faith said.

“Sorry, honey. My mind was wandering. What is it you kids say? My bad, right?”

Faith laughed then told her mom, “I guess people used to say that—ten years ago.”

“Oh, gee. Thanks a lot, Faith. Way to make me feel really old!”

Both of them laughed before Faith said, “You’re not old Mom. Like I said, you’re hot. But enough of that. You need to move back home, and please don’t make me beg—again. And don’t make me have to resort to a conference call with Katie begging you with me, either.”

Olivia sighed then said, “Are you sure David doesn’t mind or did you twist his arm and tell him not to mind?”

“Mom! Stop! David loves you, too. You know that. Both of us want you to move back home. And don’t forget we’ll be having your grandchild some day down the road.”

Olivia knew she didn’t have to physically be in Chicago to sell their home. One of the best friends she’d made in their suburban neighborhood was a real estate agent so all she’d need to do is give her Power of Attorney to sell it and have a moving company pack up her stuff and put it in storage back in the Seattle area until her dad’s place was renovated.

“Okay, Faith. I’m in! I’ll get the house on the market this week and the movers in here as soon as possible.”

“Really, Mom? Oh, my goodness! I am SO happy!!! I’m hanging up so I can call Katie right now, okay?”

Olivia laughed then said, “Okay, honey. Send her my love and tell her I’ll see her soon. Or better yet, have her call me. It’s been almost two weeks!”

She hung up the phone and for the first time since her husband’s death she felt happy and even hopeful as she contemplated moving back to the place where she’d lived her entire life prior to moving to Chicago. She was born and raised in the city of Kent, just 20 miles south of Seattle and then moved to Renton, a larger city north of Kent but still south of Seattle, when she’d gotten married.

Both of their daughters were born and raised there and still lived within ten miles of the house they’d grown up in. She and her husband sold it when they left, but her own father’s much older house in Kent, was a viable option. She could fix it up and be less than fifteen minutes from her girls and her future grandchildren.

She was definitely ‘in’ indeed and couldn’t wait to get started!

As she began making plans to go home, Olivia made what was for her a huge-but-easy decision. She decided to finally cut her hair and be done with the hours of prep work needed to style it several days a week.

“You’re making a lot of changes, aren’t you?” her stylist asked when Olivia told her what she wanted.

“I am. And you know what? It’s time. I’m not only moving back home, I put the house up for sale this morning, I have a moving company coming in the day after tomorrow and I’m finally cutting my hair. Yeah, it’s definitely time.”

“Well, l can promise you this cut is gonna be killer!” the girl told her. “Do you know who Megyn Kelly is?” she asked Olivia.

“Oh, sure. She’s that blonde on Fox who had the on-going tiff with the new president-elect. Yeah, I know her. Why?”

“Well…when I finish with your hair, you’re gonna look like her twin. I’m not asking your age, Olivia, but did you know Megyn is 45?”

“Seriously? She has three small kids and looks amazing, too. Whodda thunk, right?”

“Anyway, I’ve always thought you resemble her and if you’ll let me, I’m gonna give you her hairstyle. But you better pick up a really big stick—or a stun gun—because that’s the only way you’re gonna keep all those hot guys out there off you!”

“Oh, you are too funny!” she told her as they both laughed at her comment. The thought of ‘hot guys’ hitting on her almost annoyed her more than it interested her, but the thought of having a super-cute haircut that could be ready to go in 20 minutes instead of 90 was more than interesting.

“Okay, let ‘er rip!” she said after seeing exactly what kind of hairstyle she’d be getting.

When she finished nearly an hour later and showed Olivia the final results, she was speechless. Her stylist pulled out her cell phone, did some scrolling then held up a picture of the well-know fox on Fox and held it up for Olivia to compare.

“Oh, my goodness!” she said. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Told you,” she said. “Don’t forget that stick!”

Three days later her house was packed up and the following day she was on a plane from Chicago to Seattle.

******

David and Faith’s home in Renton, WA

“Olivia! Welcome. We’re so glad you’re back home and staying here with us. And…wow! You look great by the way!”

“Well thank you, David! You look very nice, too. I do love a man in suit,” she said.

Faith picked her up from the airport around 4am after a lengthy delay getting out of Chicago’s O’Hare airport prevented her from getting in the night before at a reasonable hour. She was very lucky to even get out as workers were going on strike the following day at noon if their demands weren’t met.

“I gotta run, but’s really great to see you again,” David said. He gave her a peck on the cheek then kissed his wife goodbye. “Speaking of women who look great, I love you, honey,” he told Faith.

“Ahh! You two!” Olivia said smiling at the sight of them still acting like newlyweds six months after their wedding.

David leaned over and said to Faith loud enough for Olivia to here, “You know I’ve got a thing for Megyn Kelly, right?”

Faith playfully pushed him and said, “Get out of here!” She smiled, looked at her mom, then said, “It is true, though. He watches her show, The Kelly File every night no matter what the topic is. If she’d have David, I swear he’d leave me for her.”

Olivia laughed again then thought about the older woman at O’Hare who’d grabbed her husband’s arm and told him rather loudly, “Wayne! Look over there! It’s that Megyn Kelly woman. You know, the one that gave our wonderful president-elect such a hard time! She’s a terrible person and she’s getting rich from it with her new book. Some people!”

Olivia couldn’t help but smile and wonder if she might get pelted with eggs or asked for her autograph depending on the other person felt about this Kelly woman. Either way, her stylist was on the money. This new haircut really did make her out to look very much like the Fox anchor.

Once David left, Olivia had to ask. “So why did you decide to finally cut your hair, Mom? It looks amazing, by the way, but you’ve never worn it short before.”

“Thanks, honey,” she told her. “I just got sick of it, you know? Your dad loved it long so I never….”

“Ha! What man doesn’t?” Faith said cutting her off. David would kill me if I did that. I’m more than a little envious. It looks so easy to deal with! Did you bleach it a little lighter?”

“I did. I’ve obviously been blonde all my life. I just wanted to be something other than honey blonde. Is it too much?”

“Hardly. Trust me, that’s gonna get you a lot of attention. Well, that and your hot body and your pretty face, and….”

“Okay, okay. Thank you again, but ‘attention’ is not something I’m looking for or even want. I miss your father terribly and I can’t change that. But you know what? I think I kind of like being single. And now that I’m back with my girls and family, I don’t need anyone else. Well, except maybe a grandchild. Did I mention I’m very excited about that possibility?”

Faith laughed as her mom had mentioned twice already. Olivia saw the way Faith was looking at her and knew it had to do with her declaration of enjoying being single.

She looked right at her daughter and told her, “No, I’m serious. I’m quite content living alone.”

As long as she had her buzzy little friend to take care of certain needs, she saw no reason to go through the painful process of dating trying to find someone new. No, being single wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

“All right. I’m not gonna try and play matchmaker. When you’re ready, you’ll be ready. So…let’s get you settled in then we can go take a look at Grandpa’s house then get ahold of Troy and have him come take a look.”

“You said they can do everything, right?” Olivia asked.

“As far as I know. I watch those Flip or Flop shows all the time. I’m beginning to think I may be addicted to them. Anyway, they sometimes they have to call in a special guy or some unique service company to level the house or….”

“Level the house? Oh, my goodness! How much would something like that even cost?”

“Mom? Relax! I’m not saying Grandpa’s house needs anything exotic done to it. We’re just getting an estimate. But everything is just so dated. You should plan on doing a ‘full gut’. Rip everything out and replace it. Oh, the roof, too. I’m guessing $40-$50k should do it.”

“You did not just say fifty-thousand dollars, did you?” Olivia said unable to believe what she’d just heard.

“Mom, that’s a steal! You’d have to pay close to a half million in this area to get a house like that and you’d still have to renovate it. You own it outright so you use fifty grand from the sale of your house in Chicago you keep the rest and invest it. This is a huge bargain!”

“Well, okay. That makes a lot of sense,” Olivia replied. “It just sounded so outrageous.”

“It could be more or less, but that seems like a pretty good ballpark figure. We’ll know in a couple of days though, right?” Faith said cheerfully. “I didn’t even ask before just assuming you’d want to drive down to Kent. Did you maybe want to take a nap first? You must be exhausted.”

“Oh, no. No way. I’m too wired to sleep and besides, I don’t want to be up until 3am and if I nap now, that’s exactly what’ll happen. I’ll tough it out today. Besides, Chicago is ahead of Seattle so I should be able to stay up until a reasonable hour local time.”

They arrived in Kent about a half hour later and the first thing both of them noticed was the yard. It was a mess of weeds and junk and in sore need of some TLC.

“Talk about a lack of curb appeal,” Faith said. “I haven’t been out here in forever. Oh, look. Several of the windows have been busted out, too. Great!”

As bad as the outside was, it was nothing compared to the disaster awaiting on them on the inside.

“Who would do this?” Olivia asked as she looked around. Trash and…stuff…was everywhere.

“Someone’s been living here,” Faith said. The smell was even worse than the unsightly mess of junk.

“Do you think someone’s here? Right now?” Olivia said suddenly very afraid.

“Um…I don’t know, Mom. Maybe we should call the police. What do you think?”

Olivia thought about and realized there was probably no real danger. “No, let’s go upstairs and check it out. Just cover your nose with something. This is…awful!”

There was no one upstairs, but it was just as bad as the main floor.

“We’ve got water damage, too, Mom. And that could mean mold. This is a lot worse than I was thinking.”

“More than fifty-thousand bad? she asked.

“Maybe,” Faith said. She turned to her mom as they walked out then said, “Um…probably. Troy can let us know for sure, but I really do think absolutely everything has to go. Tear it right down to the studs and start over.”

The next morning they were back at the house at 9am and Troy had just arrived. He was walking around looking at the outside when they called out to him.

“Oh, hey Faith!” he said as he stopped looking and headed toward them.

They hugged and said hello then Faith introduced her mom.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Roberts.”

“Olivia,” she said with a smile as they shook hands. “You were right, honey, he is a hot….”

“Mom!” Faith said. “Enough already, okay?”

“I’ve only seen pictures that Katie sent me, so I knew Troy was a nice-looking young man, I just thought I’d let you know you were right.”

Faith narrowed her eyes and glowered at her before they both laughed.

Troy laughed then said, “Has anyone ever told you how much you look like that woman on Fox News, Olivia?”

She and Faith both laughed without answering.

Troy had no idea why they were laughing and didn’t ask. “Come on, let’s go see what the damage is gonna be,” Troy suggested.

As they went from room to room the tab kept growing. The only good news so far was that the house was level.

“How’s your dad doing, Troy?” Faith asked drawing a ‘look’ from her Mom.

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She is cowering behind a chair in a big room. She is afraid of many things, but mostly of his anger. At the same time, she is grateful to have his anger; his anger is better than his dismissing her entirely.

She made a huge mistake in questioning him and will now pay dearly for that mistake. She was ignorantly jealous of his time and let her big mouth open and speak without firstly thinking back to what she knows of his truth.

He has never lied to her. He has never been anything other than himself to her. He is the most real man she has ever met. She knows she deserves anything he feels he needs to punish her with. She only has one prayer; that he does not leave her. She feels tears slowly falling down her cheeks, she wipes them away so he will not punish her for those too.

She hears the door open and trembles in fear of his wrath, but excites at the nearness of him. She is confused as to how she can feel both at the same time; wanting him closer and yet wanting to run far away. She closes her eyes briefly and tells herself to accept him….. whatever his punishment,, she wants him.

He has not spoken yet and she realizes that he is waiting for her. She quickly gets on her knees and crawls to him keeping her eyes on the carpet. She only stops when she reaches his shoes. She waits.

He asks her why she is dressed. She quickly strips leaving her shirt and jeans in a ball in the Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort floor. She continues by unhooking her bra and letting it fall. She slips off her panties and hands them to him. He throws them on the floor in disgust.

He tells her there is no need to waste time explaining to her what she did wrong,, they both are very aware of her error.

He has her get into position on the floor, sitting with her knees bent tight into her body and apart. He ties her with ropes he has brought. His knots are tight, but she struggles not to complain. When he feels comfortable that her bonds are secure, he stands back and looks at her.

He allows her to beg for forgiveness, barely noticing the words she uses. Finally, he tells her to stop talking. He tells her he does not want to hear her speak until he gives her permission. She nods and realizes she’s been crying as tears roll down her cheeks.

He pushes her on her back and begins smacking her ass with his palm. He increases the force with each swing until he hears her groans turn to screams of pain. He continues until her ass is bright red and hot to the touch. He rolls her back so that she will have to sit on her sore ass. She continues to whimper.

He notices that her nipples have started to harden. He reaches down and pinches them tight seeing her wince in pain. He pulls them as hard as he can and is rewarded with another scream. He lowers his face and uses his teeth to bite into them. He stops short of breaking the skin. He continues to nibble as he takes a hand and lowers it between her legs pinching her plump skin on her inner thighs.

She fights back another scream of pain as she feels his teeth torturing her tender nipples and his fingers pinching her. He rubs her slit and sees that the bitch is wet. She hears him chuckle while still at her breast. He raises his hand and smacks her pussy several times before plunging a finger inside of her. He pokes deep and wiggles around to feel her well known insides.

He teases her sensitive spots and watches her reaction. He can see her turmoil at being hurt and excited at the same time. He lets go of her nipple and looks into her wet eyes. He asks her how full her bladder is. She tells him she has not gone all day. He withdraws his hand and unzips his pants.

Standing, he pulls out his semi hard cock and smacks her in the face with it. He screams at her to open her mouth. When she does, he thrusts deep in her throat. He has to hold the back of her head to keep her steady because of her tight bonds.

He pushes to the back of her throat several times before he pushes past the barrier and into her throat.

When he feels his cock is in as deep as he can get it, he looks down into her face. He sees her eyes large and her mouth stretched tight over his cock. His balls are up against her chin. He knows she is having trouble breathing so he makes it quick.

He tells her he is going to piss down her throat and when she feels the first splash,, she is to release her piss between her legs.

He asks her if she’s ready and she nods knowing she will be able to breath if he is quick. He chuckles and relaxes as he feels the pressure starting to build and release in his cock. As she feels his warm piss spitting into her throat, he demands that she do as he asked. He groans at her to do it. She concentrates as she swallows his urine and feels a similar pressure within her. She feels her flow start and in her bound position,, the stream flows out of her much like a water fountain making a tiny arch.

He sees her piss leaving a damp spot on the floor and is very excited to see the little yellow arch and feels his cock expand as it empties of urine and hardens in excitement. He begins to thrust in and out of her mouth in a different effort now. He wants to fill her mouth with something other than piss also.

He can still see her urine pouring out of her hole and flowing all over the floor, making puddles in the carpet. It pushes him over the edge and he pumps his cum deep in her mouth making sure she tastes it before its shoved down her throat by his still pumping cock.

He withdrawals, pulls up his pants and leaves her tied in her own mess. He is not threw punishing this bitch yet.. She will never make the mistake of questioning him again…

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I nearly fell from the chair when the door bell rang. “Coming,” I answered the ringing. I opened the doorm inviting my friend, Ash, in.

“Hey,” she smiled dropping her bag to hug me.

“Hey,” I hugged back. I let go of her to put her stuff on the stair case. “lets go into the living room,” I suggested.

She laughed when I put everything down grabbing for the As we walked into the living room, Ash asked, “Do you think about sex Rei?”

Laughing, “Of Course, what teen doesn’t? Do you?” She nodded blushing some. I chuckled more.

“Do you have porn?”

I nodded and told her to hold on. I ran up stairs to my room, gathering my “toys”, bondage, videos, stories, playgirls, and my boyfriend’s play boy.

Even though she wasn’t lesbian, or bisexual, like me, she still wanted to see it. As we looked at the nude women, I was getting horny. She could tell I was and we looked at each other laughing and falling off the chair, her landing on my lap.

“Hey Rei,” she looked some what down at me.

“Yeah?”

“Be honest. Your not pulling my leg on being bi are you?” her glance turned away some from either embarresment or worried. It was funny being asked that I bursted out laughing. “What?” She looked at me.

“I’m not” I stopped and looked at her “Why?” She went silent. I pulled her to look at me. “What Ashley?”

“Rei you know we have been friends for like forever,” she said I nodded. “Well would you……” she stopped and looked back away her legs coming closer together. I laughed knowing what she wanted.

With out her permition I lend over and kissed her fully on the lips. “get into my room, and I’ll do it,” I whispered into her ear purring. With no words from me she nodded and got up, moving her hips as she went up to my room.

As I stayed down stairs, I started to wonder if this was the right thing. I knew she wanted me and I knew I wanted her not for love but for lust.

This would be my second time with a girl, Gaziantep Genç Escort since Kittie moved and said to have as much fun with girls, I wasn’t going to break the promise.

Laughing I rushed up to my room, opening the door, to see Ash, standing with her right hand by her side, and the other covering her nude stomach. She was only in a silk white thong and bra. Oh her lovely C covered breast, how I remember them even to this day.

She came to me, her hands sliding down to the bottum of my black “grave digger” shirt. Her hands gripped the shirt and lifted it up and over, reveiling my black satin bra, that covered me D breasts.

I had to touch her, but she won’t allow it. Her hands ran down my stomach to my black long fasion cargo pants. She looked at me asking to go on, I nodded.

Slowly her fingers worked at my pants butten, them coming undone, and the zipper zipping down to let my pants become lose and to slide down my silken legs.

As I stood there in my bra and black satin boxers she leand over gently blowing into me her, she licked her way down from the back of my ear to my sensitive neck. Oh god the arousement. I couldn’t take it from male or female.

When she started to lick her way down to my upper chest and then to the uncovered part of my breasts, I was taken all by the strong feeling that I had to have her! With that final lusting moment i pushed her down onto my water bed, playfuly.

She trusted me enough not to go as far untill she was ready. She relaxed and pread her legs wide before me, leaving my the beautiful sit of her opened body. I moved closer.

As I ran my hands gently over her body, I traced the out line of her thong. Her body was sensitive that she gave a low moan to my cold soft touch. I stopped and looked at her.

Closing my eyes, I moved even closer leaning over and kissed her stomach. Her body, the teast the smell all intoxacating. My hands ran to her bra and unsnapping is with one hand letting it move and fall next to us.

I moved to kiss her body with my passion lips, landing each kiss lower to her exsposed breasts and nipples. I looked at her nipples with aw, they were beautiful and i wanted to taste them. I sucked on the left one as if i was her child and she was my mother, but the wild side of my forced me into bitting it gently forcing her to moan with pain and pleasure.

While my mouth was busy with her delcious nipple, my fingertips were playing with her thong that covered her wanting lower mouth. I could smell her sex already and my own as well.

My mouth watered as I pulled down her thong and reveiled the of the most beautiful womenhood I have seen. I dropped the thong to the ground while I licked my lips hungry for this mouth in front me.

My licking when to her right leg and then to the upper inside thigh. I was so close so close to that sex. I could smell and could already taste the wetness in my mind, then i felt a hand on my shoulders. I looked up, and saw Ashley grinning from ear to ear.

She pushed me up off her and I thought I had done something wrong. She grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and then pushed me onto the bed. I then saw that she wasn’t upset, just, interested in having me moan.

She waisted no time to remove the rest of my clothing. She slowly ran her hands down my body, her mind was dangerious for she didn’t take it slow but she forced her head into my steaming sex.

I gasped my eyes opening wide, what an amazement this was. Her tongue stabbing at my juiced cunt, and then my hardening clit forcing me to relax and I opened my mouth, releasing a moan.

She was teasing my sex hole with her breath and tongue, whispering, blowing, licking. She made me gasp when she licked down and forced her tongue into my hersey hole. I let out a moan already being done up the anus, before.

She was eating away at my sex my body twitching with each torment she gave to me. I couldn’t stop her, she was going to make me cum. I flinched and then tenced my body going into a violent twitching mannner.

I was right I was going to cum right on her face, and I don’t think she was ready for when I released my juices in her mouth and onto her face her eyes widen. After collecting my thoughts after my massive orgasm I sat up to look at her.

“Rei please,” was all she said and rolled next to me. I chuckled as I moved down to kiss her tasting some of myself on her lips and tongue. She moaned into my mouth as soon as I stabbed her mouth with my tongue.

I moved down kissing her breasts, nipples, belly butten, then I kissed above her southern lips. I couldn’t beleive I could smell her sex, she was wetter then I was! I had to have her the lust taking over me.

Something was different about me though, I had fangs then. My lips kissed her southern lips, my tongue dripping between them and licking the inside of her inner mouth. I had to taste her little knob inside the mouth taking it between my teeth and bitting some. She moaned out. She was so ready to cum, but I didn’t want it just yet.

I pulled away and she whimpered wanting me to make her cum. I couldn’t deny her, I licked my lips and fell between her legs bitting, licking, nibbling using my beautiful fangs for a more intenced reaction.

Her butt came off the bed and her sex hole came closer to my face. I feasted upon her drinking her wettness, driving her up the wall with madness. She started to moan louder and then she screamed, first time I have ever heard someone scream my name. Amazing, the rush, the hungry, she came right into my mouth. I tried hard to keep all of it in my mouth but so much for my young mouth that some of her juices slipped between my lips.

She was still whimpering when I cleaned her and I moved once I finished. I couldn’t help and see how beuatiful she was laying there, breathless, tired. I lend over and kissed her once more holding her as she recovered. But as she laid there, she fell asleep in my arms, and I did too dreaming of her, and will our friendship last…..

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All participants are over 18. There is some very mild violence.

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When Geoff opened the door, Wilson rabbit-punched him and shoved his way across the threshold. Geoff fell in a boneless heap on the floor and Wilson heard a call from a woman somewhere else in the house. Wilson set down the duffel bag that hung from a strap over his left shoulder. He shut the door behind him and bolted it. He kicked Geoff and the little man grunted; he was still conscious, just stunned. Wilson picked him up by the front of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. Geoff was confused but standing on his own.

“But you knocked,” he said stupidly, unable to wrap his dazed mind around the fact that he had innocently admitted a home invader.

“Shut up,” Wilson said softly.

“Geoff? What was that noise?” The wife was descending stairs from the upper floor. “Geoff, why do I have to check every—”

She never finished the sentence because Wilson knocked her out with a single well-placed sock to the head as she turned the corner from the staircase. She collapsed with no sign of grace.

“You hurt Miranda.” Geoff said it in a strange matter-of-fact tone. Wilson noted that the little man made no move to help her.

“I’ll hurt you too,” Wilson said. “Unless you do exactly what I say.”

Geoff wasn’t built of the sternest stuff. “What do you want me to do?”

“First off, there’s her. Do you have any duct tape?”

Geoff and Wilson went to the kitchen. Geoff found a roll of duct tape in the cupboard under the sink. The men went back to where Miranda lay at the bottom of the stairs. They carried her together and set her on a sturdy wooden office chair. Under Wilson’s watchful eye, Geoff taped his wife’s arms to the arms of the chair and her legs to the legs of the chair. He used much more tape than was necessary, but there was still plenty left for later, so Wilson raised no objection.

“Now what?” Geoff asked.

“Now pull all the drapes and blinds on this floor. Lock the back door.”

Geoff did it. He was not out of Wilson’s sight for more than ten seconds.

“Now it’s your turn.” Wilson directed Geoff to another strong chair and he held up the roll of duct tape.

Geoff took one step toward the chair when there was a hard knock at the door.

Wilson held up a silencing finger at Geoff. With his other hand, he pulled a gun out from under his jacket.

“It’ll be a cop. He’ll ask you if you’ve seen any strangers in the neighbourhood. For yours and Miranda’s sakes, convince him you haven’t.” He walked Geoff over to the door and after a few long seconds to prepare, Geoff opened the door. Wilson stood behind it. The visitor was a young policewoman. She introduced herself as Officer Banks, then began asking Geoff if he’d seen any strangers, heard any noises, noticed anything suspicious.

“No, Officer,” Geoff lied. “Nothing strange at all.”

“Is there anyone else at home?”

“No, my wife has gone to work.”

“What’s in the duffel bag, sir?” The officer pointed behind Geoff and the little man turned around and saw it for the first time.

Wilson cursed under his breath. That was a stupid mistake to make, leaving the bag of loot in line of sight of the door.

“Hockey equipment,” Geoff said. Wilson blinked; Geoff didn’t exactly look like a hockey player. The policewoman didn’t pursue it.

That was all there was to it. Officer Banks thanked Geoff and walked away, and Wilson gently pushed the door shut.

“Good,” he said. Geoff basked in the praise. “You did good. Now we had a chair waiting for you.”

When they came back into the living room, Miranda was waking up. She saw Wilson, who still had the gun in his hand, and she started to scream. Wilson had his hand over her mouth in an instant. She tried to bite him, so Wilson wound up and slapped her across the face hard. Miranda was stunned.

“If you stay quiet, I won’t cover your mouth. If you scream or call out, I’ll tape it shut. Or I’ll kill you. I don’t care which.” She nodded her head in agreement and he backed off.

Wilson wasn’t really a killer unless he needed to be. He was a thief; he considered killing unprofessional. Sometimes the threat of violence was necessary in his line of work; it either worked or it didn’t. Intimidation had worked on Miranda and Geoff.

The wife might not talk back to her captor, but there was nothing stopping her turning her attention to her husband.

“Did you see what he did to me? And you just stand there?”

“Take it easy, Miranda,” Wilson Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort said. “He can’t do anything about it.”

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Never mind my name,” Wilson said.

“Why isn’t that pussy tied up too?”

It clearly bothered her that Geoff was unrestrained, so Wilson left him that way. Her displeasure amused him.

“Sit down, Geoff.”

Geoff obeyed, seating himself in one of the comfortable living room chairs. Wilson’s mind was at work.

“Do you have a car, Geoff?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I might need you to drive.”

“But I can’t leave Miranda.”

“Why? It’s obvious she doesn’t think much of you.”

“He’s a spineless worm,” she said. “And I’m a better driver. Take me instead.” There was more than a hint of invitation in her eyes. He preferred her to be explicit.

“Why should I take you instead of your husband?”

“He’s a pansy! I could satisfy a man like you.” There it was. She was making him an offer. It wouldn’t be the first time he hid from the cops by shacking up with a willing hostage. Not that the bimbo had known she was a hostage; she just thought she was on an adventure. It worked out alright. He eluded capture and nobody got hurt.

“I can’t give you both a test drive but I can have a look under the hoods.” Keeping Geoff in his peripheral vision at all times, Wilson unbuttoned Miranda’s top. She did not protest. He opened her blouse wide. Then he produced a knife and cut the fabric joining the cups of her red bra. Her creamy breasts fell out. Wilson kept the knife in one hand and felt Miranda’s tits with the other. He had gloves on and the roughness over her nipples tantalized her.

Wilson looked over at Geoff. The little man showed no jealous or protective rage at all. If anything, he seemed fascinated. Miranda noticed Geoff’s stare as well.

“You see, you little fairy? That’s how a real man takes what he wants. Something you wouldn’t understand.”

Wilson cut her skirt, opening a slit from her knees to her upper thighs. He sheathed the knife and tore the rest of the way up with his hands. He snatched the thin panties off her with one cruel yank. She gave a startled cry, but she bit it off herself, preferring not to be slapped again. She squirmed as Wilson wriggled two fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned as he pulled them out and licked his fingers.

“Tastes bitter,” he said, smacking his lips with a sour look on his face.

“You son of a bitch,” Miranda said.

“Alright, Geoff. Your turn. Shuck the clothes.”

Geoff didn’t even think to disobey and as he stripped, his wife hurled insults at him.

“You sissy! A real man says one word to you and you can’t bend over fast enough!”

“Shut up,” Wilson told her.

Geoff kicked his discarded clothes to one side.

“Lube,” said Wilson. He wasn’t gay, but he’d taken enough ass in prison to appreciate the special tightness of a man’s arse. He learned to recognize the bottoms that were broken in and Geoff had that look about him. In the big house, he usually used spit for lubricant, but it was less than ideal. Wilson followed Geoff to the bedroom, where the homeowner soon found the jar in his wife’s night table. They returned to the main floor where Miranda waited helpless and exposed.

Wilson told Geoff to lean over the back of the couch.

When Wilson opened his pants, and pulled them down, his cock made a sizeable bulge in his underwear. He freed the tube of flesh and Miranda watched it harden as if by his will alone. Of course, a man this methodical wasn’t subject to mere arousal. Sex was a function. He would fuck with purpose.

Wilson fell on Geoff savagely. He rammed his dick up Geoff’s ass and the little man cried out. Wilson began rocking his hips back and forth rapidly, his cock sawing up Geoff’s insides. Geoff began pushing his ass back to meet Wilson’s powerful thrusts, maximizing penetration and stimulation. Geoff moaned and groaned in a pleasure for which his wife and others shamed him.

Miranda flexed her thighs against one another and moaned softly as she watched the thief fuck her husband silly. It was sexy as Hell to see Geoff topped like that; she had always known that Geoff dropped his pants for anything with a dick and a will, but she had never seen it actually happen before. But Wilson was the greater turn-on for her. She wished the bigger man had fallen on her like that. She continued squeezing her thighs until she bit her lip and she shuddered through a minor orgasm.

Wilson came after ten minutes, quietly and with a single shudder of pleasure. He withdrew his cock and wiped it against Geoff’s buttocks until they were sticky with his cum. He’d made no effort to make Geoff come; Wilson didn’t give handjobs, reach-around or otherwise.

But Geoff had come. Twice. His ass was still prone on the back of the couch. Wilson’s cum ran down the inside of Geoff’s leg and pooled on the hardwood floor. Miranda had also seen Geoff coming into the back of the couch and now that she wasn’t distracted by Wilson’s prowess at fucking, she mocked her husband.

“This only proves what I’ve thought the last few years. You’re a lisping, limp-wristed, bottom boy faggot. My mother was right. I should never have married you.”

Geoff only looked down in quiet shame, knowing that what she said must be true. Even now, his insides were shivering with echoing pleasure at the fucking they just had and his cock was still a flagstaff. He had enjoyed every second of it. He really was a submissive sissy boy. Miranda and Geoff both knew very well that he had submitted his ass to other bigger, stronger, smarter or more interesting men and he would again. He couldn’t help himself.

Wilson had found a TV remote control on the couch. He touched a button and saw the “Breaking News” banner on the local news station. The robbery was top news. The anchorwoman announced that two suspects had been apprehended but it was believed that a third escaped the scene and remained at large. The heat would be staying on for a while.

So Marco and Flanagan were taken in, Wilson thought. They would talk about Wilson, but probably not right away. There would be lawyers and plea deals in exchange for information as long as Wilson was free. There was only so much they could tell anyway; his fellow thieves knew him as Wilson, but they didn’t know his real name or any of his cover aliases. If they kept their mouths shut for just a few hours, he’d have time to get a long way from here or deep into hiding.

“That’s you they’re talking about on the news, isn’t it?” Miranda asked. “What happened?”

“It was a robbery. We took our haul but my getaway driver was overconfident, lost his grip on the ice and buried the car in a snowbank. The police were already converging on the scene. It was every man for himself. I ran and made it here.”

“So why—”

“Shut up,” said Wilson. “That’s all you get to know for now.”

There were two ways to proceed. Either hole up here and wait out the road blocks or skip the cordon somehow.

The points for staying with the couple included the fact that the police had already visited and at least tentatively eliminated it from their interest. A quick look at the pantry confirmed they wouldn’t need to go out for food for days. He could just wait until the fuss died down and drive off in Geoff’s car at his leisure.

Points against staying: Miranda was already problematic; her flirty advances aside, she’d cause trouble if she could. Sooner or later, someone might come looking for Geoff and Miranda and not all of them would be easily dissuaded. And points for going: Wilson had access to a car with a clean registry; he could ride it a long way before he dumped it for another.

Go or stay, Wilson was confident that Geoff would do anything he asked with the proper motivations. That ass-fuck had chased away whatever remained of Geoff’s manhood after years of marriage with Miranda.

He decided on a plan.

“Okay, Geoff,” Wilson said.

The little man seemed slightly despondent and spaced out, so Wilson slapped him hard enough to get his full attention.

“We’re going to go for a drive,” Wilson said.

“Are you taking me away from her?” Geoff asked.

“Do you want to be away from her?”

“Yes. I’d rather go with you.”

Wilson was surprised. Geoff was utterly submissive. If only the little man were younger; Wilson knew some people who would pay good money for such a docile man. Maybe they could be persuaded to forgive ten years if Wilson had Geoff blow them.

“Fine,” Wilson said. “Go kiss your wife goodbye.”

“You queer, keep your mouth away from me,” Miranda said.

“When we can, honey, we will call the police and send them to free you,” Geoff said. “It won’t be long.”

“Fuck off,” Miranda said. Her breasts were still hanging out of her blouse. She would be found that way by her rescuers. Wilson figured she’d probably get the first cop’s phone number.

“Enough of this shit,” Wilson said. “Geoff, get your ass back in your clothes.” The smaller man obeyed out of long habit of obedience; he had only changed his master. He felt his bottom leaking Wilson’s semen into his underwear.

Fifteen minutes later, Wilson and Geoff were in a line-up to get through the road block at the city line. Wilson purposely chose the busiest road block. That was where the police would be the sloppiest, trying to keep traffic flowing, letting people get to work on time, get on with their day. He looked ahead. Six cars that he could see. Behind him, another six or eight. It might work. Or it might not. Wilson didn’t get nerves. What happened, happened.

As Geoff’s photo identification was linked to the car’s registration, Wilson let the little man drive. He’d have preferred driving himself but his ID was from another jurisdiction. It wasn’t his real identification, of course. Jobs could go south and Wilson always carried a set of brilliantly forged documents in case he needed to be someone else, like today.

Their car advanced in the line and when they reached the front, a shivering policeman told Geoff to roll down his window.

“Licence and registration please.”

Geoff produced the documents and the cop reviewed them. Once he was satisfied, he handed the papers back to the car’s owner. The policeman bent over to peer into the car and made eye contact with Wilson.

“Do you have any identification, sir?”

“Of course, officer,” Wilson said. He pulled out his wallet and selected one of the cards inside, a fake driver’s licence in the name of Edward Lemmons.

The cop seemed to be stuck on it for a moment. Even Wilson wondered if it was all about to go wrong. If so, there was little enough to do. He dropped his gun into the river before lining up for the roadblock. There was no use for it. He didn’t need it to control Geoff. Getting into a gunfight with police would just be stupid. If he had to face prison again, he’d survive. He began to prepare himself for the worst.

The worst part would be losing all that loot. Wilson had considered burying it somewhere in town and coming back for it in six months when the robbery was forgotten. Instead, he decided to risk it. The money had been transferred out of the duffel bag into a couple of Miranda and Geoff’s matching suitcases. If the police opened the trunk, it would look like they were going on a short vacation. If they opened the cases, he’d go down for sure.

The officer took an interest in Wilson’s identification because a late description of Wilson had been circulated and this man almost matched it. Then again, they were looking for a lone, desperate criminal. It wasn’t expected he’d be traveling with someone, not that he’d be as calm and light-hearted as this fellow. He handed Wilson’s ID back to him. The description was very vague after all. Why, the officer thought, he fit the description himself.

“Where are you gentleman going today?” the officer asked in warmer tones.

“Just overnight to the city and back,” Wilson said cheerily. “We’re checking out a sale on golf clubs.”

“I see. Okay, go on through.” The officer waved another cop to open the barrier and let them pass. Geoff drove away from the officers slowly as if they had all the time in the world.

Another fifteen minutes after that, they were pulled over at a truck stop while Geoff gave Wilson some pretty inspired head. He bobbed up and down on Wilson’s cock with dedication. The bold robber was the kind of man that Geoff wished he was, but Geoff knew he would always feel subservient to any real man. Sucking Wilson and giving him his ass were the ultimate expressions of Geoff’s submission. He hoped that Wilson would keep him as his ass-fucking and dick-eating whore.

As the thief sent a creamy load of jizz down Geoff’s neck, he decided he would do him a favour. He wouldn’t try to sell the little man after all. He considered leaving him at the truck stop—the truckers would love that—but instead Wilson decided he would give Geoff a fifty out of his third of the take from the robbery and leave him thirty miles from the nearest house. By the time Geoff reached civilization, it would be too late for him to offer the police any insight into which way Wilson was going; he would already have reached his own hidden vehicle and crossed a dozen jurisdictions before the police even found Geoff’s abandoned vehicle.

Besides, doing it this way, he’d get his rocks off in Geoff’s arse a few more times too. He was always horny after a job and he wasn’t always discriminating about who he shot his loads in.

When Wilson was done with him, Geoff could always go back to Miranda. Wilson shook his head.

That might be worse than the truckers.

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Kyle stood at the door of his bedroom watching his fiancé get ready for the party. She was slowly putting on her high heels and as she bent over her black dress was riding up her thighs. She was wearing this sexy little black dress with spaghetti straps. Sammy always looked good in anything but tonight she looked amazing. Her jet-black hair was up in a bun and the dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She was wearing a strapless black lace bra and matching panties. Kyle had watched her slid them on after she had showered and it took all his willpower not to grab her and take her right there in the bedroom.

Sammy stood up and smiled at Kyle. Kyle was practically drooling and as she glanced at his crotch she could see the outline of his cock against his dress pants. She had known Kyle almost all her life and when they started dating after high school both sets of parents were happy that they finally realized they were meant for each other.

“Ready to go baby?”

Kyle grinned as Sammy walked over, planting a light kiss on his nose before sliding past him to walk towards the door. Kyle eyed her cute round butt and followed her out to the car.

“So whose party is this anyways?”

“It’s a party to celebrate Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort a new partner in the law firm. It’s a big deal for my dad and wives and girlfriends are supposed to tag along.”

Kyle smiled as he patted her left hand, the sparkling diamond glittering in the sunlight. They arrived at the posh five star hotel and after giving the keys to the valet they walked into the grand ballroom. Some of the guests glanced up as Kyle and Sammy walked in. They were a stunning couple and in a few months they would be walking into this ballroom as husband and wife.

The evening continued and without realizing it Sammy was slowly giving signs to Kyle of how horny she was getting. She would rub his inner thigh as they chatted to friends at their table. She also was rubbing her foot against his ankle, waiting for a reaction. Kyle’s breathing was increasing and once dinner was over and the band began to play, Sammy led him onto the dance floor and wrapped her body around his, pressing up against his hard lean body.

“I want you to do something for me sweetie.”

Sammy purred into his ear as she explained what she wanted him to do. Kyle’s cock, which was already rock hard, somehow hardened even more and he felt the precum almost gush out. Kyle grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the washroom. Sammy giggled as she entered the woman’s washroom and slowly removed her panties. They were wet from her juices and she could already smell her arousal. She whimpered as she felt her bare pussy lips rub against each other and adjusted her skirt. Holding her panties in one hand she exited the washroom and handed her panties to Kyle. She glanced to make sure no one was looking and Kyle practically ran into the men’s washroom. Sammy waited, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

Kyle entered the washroom and getting into a stall unzipped his dress pants, pulling out his long thick cock. He normally liked to tease his cock a bit but tonight was different. Wrapping her lace panties around his cock he stroked hard and fast. His hand pumped his cock as he leaned against the door for balance. He could smell her pussy juices and that drove him crazy. He wished she were here so he could lick and suck her beautiful pussy lips but part of him enjoyed the idea of what he was about to do. He covered the tip of his cock with the crotch of her panties and stroked hard once, twice, three times.

“Oh god that’s it.”

On the third stroke he was cumming, he tried to make sure his hot white cum filled her panties and as he watched it fill the black panties he had to bite his lip not to moan too loudly. He finished cumming and zipped up his pants, holding his fiancé soaking wet panties in his left hand. He exited the washroom and saw his mother chatting with Sammy. His eyes grew wide as he hoped she couldn’t smell his semen or her juices.

“Oh hello Kyle. What a dear you are to wait for each other before going back to the party. You know everyone is talking about what a lovely couple you are.”

Kyle’s mom kissed her cheek and then patted his cheek before walking back to the party.

“Wow that was close.”

Sammy grinned as she reached for his left hand, grabbing her panties. Giggling she looked around and then right in the foyer slid on her panties. She could feel the wetness against her pussy and loved the fact that it was his cum that had soaked her panties. Her hands smelled of their juices and she loved that smell.

They returned to the party and mingled for the rest of the night. Occasionally Kyle would wonder how much wetter her panties were getting but he knew at the end of the night he would find out. Sammy grinned as she stared at her future husband, happy at how much they loved each other and ecstatic at how their fetishes fit so perfect together.

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With that simple declaration, my mother and Marcy turned in unison and led me to the bedroom with both of them holding my throbbing dick. They pushed me down on the bed while they discussed exactly how Marcy was going to fuck me and how my mother would be involved.

“I think he should fuck me from behind doggy style so I can lick your pussy while he cums in me,” Marcy told my mother with a wicked smile.

“I would like that and we will do it, but not first,” my mother responded pulling Marcy close for another kiss that silenced them both for a moment. “I want to be able to see my son’s cock going in and out of your sweet cunt.”

“A good sixty nine always works.”

“Yeah, but this first time, I want to watch him fuck you, I want to concentrate on just that.”

“OK, you want me on top or underneath him?”

My mother seemed to consider that for a moment as Marcy idly fondled her own nipples. Then she looked at me directly with a wicked grin.

“Get on top, Marcy, and take your time sliding your sweet pussy down over my baby’s hard dick.”

Marcy looked at me hungrily, the cat about to play with its totally under control mouse. My dick twitched as she stepped up to me, her small pink nipples directly at my eye level.

“Can I taste him just a little first?” she asked my mother looking back over her shoulder.

“How about we taste him together, make sure he’s nice and hard,” my mother responded and pushed me back on the bed.

They climbed up on either side of me, first both lashing their tongues with mine as their hands roamed over my chest and belly and mine over their backs and asses. About the time one of their hands encased my throbbing cock, they broke off their kiss with me and flicked their tongues together outside their mouths right above my face, then slid down to lick and suck my dick together.

When that too ended, my mother rammed her tongue into my mouth as Marcy straddled my thighs.

“Now, baby, I so want to see you fuck her…cum inside her…and then I’m going to lick her sweet pussy clean…suck every drop of your sperm out of her while she sucks you hard again…and then you will fuck me again…and cum inside me again…so she can lick my cunt clean,” my mother groaned into my mouth as she reached down and held my rigid dick straight up.

Marcy parted her pussy lips with her fingers of both hands as she lowered herself down over me. The tips of her rosy nipples were rock hard and the flesh inside her slit moist and pink…and oh so warm…as she slowly enveloped my cock. She moaned lowly and wiggled her hips slightly, letting her weight pull her down until I was as deep inside her as I could possibly go, both her hands pressing on my chest.

I reached up and cupped her small tits, the rigid nipples pressing against my palms. Marcy rotated her hips a couple of times then slowly pulled her hips up until just the very head of my cock was still encased in her wet pussy lips. She held me like that for a brief moment.

“Fuck me!” she mouthed silently, her piercing green eyes flashing, before slamming her cunt down as hard as she could, taking me deep inside her, then riding me faster and faster.

Next to us, my mother sat back on her heels, watching my dick slide in and out of Marcy’s pussy. After a moment, I could feel her finger rubbing Marcy’s clit and hear the soft slurping sound as she fingered her own sopping slit.

As my cum started to shoot into Marcy’s pussy, she gasped slightly and tightened her pelvic muscles, keeping me as hard as possible for as long as possible inside her while my sperm flooded her. She kept contracting her pussy on my dick long after I was done spurting into her until her whole body tensed,and she shrieked her own orgasm, flailing wildly on me until my flaccid dick slipped out of her.

Marcy first collapsed on my chest then rolled off me on to her back. My mother immediately pounced, spreading Marcy’s legs wide and burying her face in the young woman’s dripping pussy to lap up my semen oozing out of her.

I propped myself up on one elbow to watch my mother hungrily lick Marcy’s cunt. Marcy shivered another orgasm on my mother’s face and looked over to me. She smiled and beckoned me closer until she was able to take my quickly stiffening cock into her mouth.

After a few minutes, my mother looked up with the biggest shit eating grin I’ve ever seen. Her face was smeared with my cum and Marcy’s pussy juices, a single sticky string dripping from her chin. She crawled up and rammed her tongue into my mouth, sharing the taste of those mixed fluids with Gaziantep Escort Numaraları me before doing the same with Marcy.

By then I was pretty hard again, hard enough anyway to slide into my mother’s dripping pussy when she rolled on her back, spread her thighs and pulled me on top of her. She was so wet and warm, her breathing ragged in my ear as she pulled me down and into her.

“I want a closer look,” Marcy murmured from beside us, rubbing my ass cheeks until her hands cupped my balls. “Get on your knees, Alicia, and let him fuck you from behind while I get underneath and lick your clit.”

Neither my mother nor I had any objections to that, so I pushed myself up and back on my legs while Marcy and my mother positioned themselves. My dick stiffened even more looking at my mother’s puckered asshole and wet gaping gash as she straddled Marcy’s face. Her back arched slightly when Marcy flicked her tongue through that moist slit.

When they seemed settled, Marcy reached between my mother’s legs and cupped my balls, drawing me closer until my rigid shaft, pressed against her dripping dark hole. My mother pushed back slightly, taking just the head of my dick between her slick lips. I could feel Marcy’s tongue lick through my mother’s slit and brush over my cock before she sucked in my balls.

I pulled my mother’s hips to me, sliding my dick into her warm, wet, welcoming pussy. She groaned and pushed back, lowering her head to lick Marcy’s cunt at at the same time spreading her ass cheeks for me even more.

Without a second thought, I swirled my thumb around the puckered bud of her asshole and pushed it inside. My mother shrieked her orgasm, soaking Marcy’s face with her pussy juice mixed with the semen I was spewing inside her.

My dick went limp but Marcy grabbed my mother’s ass cheeks and pulled her dripping pussy down to her mouth. My mother raised her body up, straddling Marcy’s face, while the veritable river of semen and pussy juices flooded the young woman’s face and mouth.

With the final shudders of both of their orgasms, my mother and Marcy collapsed on the bed next to me. After a few minutes, they crawled up on either side of me and I dozed off with them snuggled under my arms.

I’m not sure how long I napped, but when I awoke, I was alone in the damp, clammy bed. As I crossed the hall to the bathroom to piss, I heard my mother and Marcy talking quietly in the other room.

They giggled as I entered, both calmly sipping a glass of wine. My mother beckoned me closer and, as I approached, together they cupped my balls and dick in their free hands.

“Would you like something to eat…in the way of food I mean?” my mother tittered and Marcy practically choked on her sip of wine.

She rose and flicked her tongue in my ear then walked to the kitchen to get out some leftovers. Marcy kept her hand on my now twitching dick and looked up at me with her mesmerizing green eyes.

“You have no idea how happy you’ve made your mother,” she murmured, “and me too. If things had not gone…well…when you first got here, she was going to tell me to stay away. I’m so glad I’m here…with you both.”

My dick was beginning to ache again, so I sat and pulled her close. Marcy held my cock in her hand, idly thumbing the very tip as she nuzzled under my chin. I started to lightly fondle her hard pink nipples and she moaned lowly before flicking a tongue around the outside of my earlobe.

“So, Ian, where do you want to cum in…or on…me next?” she whispered huskily, slowly increasing the tempo of her hand stroking my throbbing dick. I answered with a loud groan and five strings of creamy jism shooting on to her neck and tits and hand.

Marcy grinned walking those few steps with my cum still dripping down her torso toward her legs and patch of cunt hair when my mother called us over to the counter to get the leftovers. More than a few specks of my spent sperm crusted in my own pubic hair.

My mother smiled sweetly at me as she scooped up a string of my jism dripping from Marcy’s nipple with a fingertip. That led to a tongue lashing kiss between the two of them and sufficient groping I was again getting aroused.

“Why don’t you finish eating, then come join us?” my mother murmured huskily, taking Marcy’s hand in hers, picking up the wine bottle and their glasses and heading back to the bedroom.

I finished my food and picked up a fresh cold beer before heading to the bedroom, stopping short in the doorway.

My mother had laid out an array of toys…vibrators…dildos…anal beads…on the dresser while Marcy was adjusting the double headed strap-on already embedded between here thighs.

“Oh Ian, just in time,” my mother cooed, taking my hardening dick in her hand and leading me to the bed. “Marcy’s going to use the strap-on first, so you have some choices. I can suck you off or you can fuck me in the ass or pussy while she fucks you with it or fuck me in my ass or pussy and she’ll fuck me in the other.”

I just looked at them both dumbfounded, a small drop of precum oozing from the tip of my cock.

“And it’s not really a big deal which one you choose first,” Marcy chimed in with a devilish grin, “since we will be doing them all before we’re done….and then it will be your mother’s turn to wear the strap-on.”

By then my dick was rock hard and throbbing again. My mother squeezed my balls and straddled my hips, easily sliding her warm wet pussy down over my cock. She wiggled around a couple of times and them leaned forward until her tits pressed against my chest and her tongue flicked out to outline my lips.

After a moment, I felt the vibrating tip of the strap-on gently pressing against my mother’s asshole and the base of my dick buried inside her cunt. My mother groaned lowly as Marcy pressed forward and ever so slowly the fake cock tickled the inside of my mother’s pussy and my shaft.

My mother gasped and arched her back as the oscillating fake dick plunged deeper into her bowels. Once all the way inside her, Marcy stayed still for a few moments, letting my mother and I both fully enjoy the vibration against her g-spot and my throbbing cock.

Even as the vibration combined with my mother’s warmth and wetness caused my dick to harden and begin to cum, my mother screeched her own growing orgasm. Marcy pumped her harder, adding the increasing friction to the vibration insider my mother’s tightening pussy.

That was more than enough for me. My sperm gushed inside my mother’s pussy as she screamed her own orgasm with my dick and Marcy’s fake cock both pounding her g-spot. Even as I started to go limp, I stayed inside her, held there by the combination of my mother’s tightened pelvic muscles and the rigid strap-on filling her ass.

Eventually, my mother shuddered one last time and collapsed on top of me. She may have been done, but Marcy was not.

Marcy rolled my mother on to her back and dived down between her legs, lapping up my sperm still oozing from my mother’s pussy. When she finally looked up at me, her face and chin were smeared with the mixture of my semen and my mother’s juices. She still wore the strap-on.

“So, Ian, you ready to be next?” Marcy grinned and rose to her knees with the fake dick flopping back and forth underneath her patch of flaming red cunt hair.

She leaned forward and traced my lips with the tip of her tongue, the taste and aroma of my mother’s pussy filling my mouth and nose. I pinched her nipples in both my hands as my mother joined Marcy lashing tongues with me, taking my stiffening dick into her hand.

“Yeah, Ian, I want to see Marcy fuck you in your ass,” my mother added, “and suck your beautiful cock while she does it.”

As soon as I got on my hands and knees, Marcy spread my ass cheeks wide and swirled her tongue around my asshole before sliding a finger inside me. She twirled that finger around to loosen my sphincter until she could slip in a second.

Meanwhile my mother squirmed under me, taking my dick into her mouth at the same time squeezing my balls. She spread her thighs wide beneath me, her throbbing pink clit and glistening slit inviting my mouth and tongue to feast on her musky wetness.

The strap-on was still vibrating as Marcy slowly pushed it into my asshole and as deep as she could go into my bowels. My entire body quivered when the oscillating tip tickled my prostate. Marcy kept up a steady pounding of my ass, cumming herself as the strap-on dick inside her constantly excited her g-spot and clit.

When Marcy started to shriek her pleasure, my cum again filled my mother’s mouth, spilling out of both corners to dribble down over her chin to her neck. I crumpled on top of my mother with my nose buried in her dripping slit and Marcy on top of my back. We lay in a heap breathing raggedly for a few moments before Marcy stirred and rolled off the bed.

“I need to pee,” she announced and undid the straps holding the fake cock.

“Me too,” my mother added and rose as well.

Together they walked the few steps toward the bathroom when my mother turned back to me.

“You are going to join us, aren’t you, Ian?” she said with a devilish grin.

I barely got to the doorway of the bedroom when they entered the bathroom, walked past the commode and stepped into the shower together. They embraced and kissed passionately before both turned to me.

With a wicked grin, Marcy slowly dropped to her knees in front of my mother until her face was buried in my mother’s pussy. My mother pulled the younger woman’s head back slightly…and began to piss on Marcy’s face. I looked on in utter surprise as my mother’s golden stream splattered over Marcy’s face and into her mouth with a goodly amount washing down over her small tits and to her pussy. Then she stood up and kissed my mother again passionately before turning back to me.

“C’mon, there’s plenty of room,” Marcy muttered and stepped back from my mother, giving me a little space.

I stepped between them and my mother fell to her knees, taking my cock in her hand as she looked up at Marcy.

“Piss on me while I suck my son’s cock,” she groaned and licked the hardening knob of my dick.

Marcy put one arm around my neck, raised one leg up over my mother’s shoulder and, after a moment’s hesitation, loosed a warm stream of piss that splashed on my mother’s face and my dick at the same time. I couldn’t believe how hard my cock became as Marcy’s piss washed over me and down over my mother’s stiff nipples.

When that flow stopped, my mother looked up at Marcy with her own devilish smile, holding my now fully erect cock just beyond her lips.

“He’s ready,” my mother groaned and licked the tip of my cock, “do you want him in your mouth or your pussy or your ass?”

“My pussy,” Marcy responded and bent over at the waist with her hands on the tiled wall of the tub and looked back at me over her shoulder. “And after you cum inside me, don’t pull out. I want to feel your piss filling my pussy and washing down the inside of my thighs.”

My mother directed my dick into Marcy’s dripping cunt and I started to shoot my semen into her after only a few thrusts. Marcy obviously could feel the sticky warm cum filling her cunt. As the last droplets of my jism gushed into her, she tightened her pussy around my deflating cock and my mother pushed my ass cheeks forward.

“Now piss inside her,” my mother moaned, “Wash your cum out of her and down her legs and over my face.”

With that, my mother slipped down between my legs and took my balls into her mouth. Marcy reached down and began rubbing her finger over her clit, incidentally touching the base of my limp cock as she did so.

After a moment, my bladder let loose. My piss gushed into Marcy’s pussy and just as quickly poured out again and down both our legs, over my mother’s face and into her waiting mouth. I couldn’t believe how arousing I found my warm piss washing down my legs after filling Marcy’s cunt. My cock hardened again and she knew it, flailing back against me until I shot another load of cum inside her.

I leaned back against the wall totally spent. My mother stood and kissed me and then Marcy before turning on the shower and tenderly washing us all.

I was drinking a beer as we sat on the couch together, while my mother and Marcy each had a glass of wine. I was totally spent but at the very least they appeared to only be taking a breather. So I sat back and watched my mother and her young friend grope and kiss each other until I was falling asleep.

Perhaps I did nod off momentarily, since the next thing I remembered was my mother and Marcy pulling me to my feet and directing me to the bed…that is until I awoke in near total darkness with the bed bouncing like we were in an earthquake and my mother moaning loudly. Marcy was on top of her, grinding her pussy into my mother’s face while burying her own face between my mother’s thighs.

Naturally, my dick immediately sprang to complete attention. Even in the dim light, I could see Marcy raise her head and arch her back as she let out a low moan and began to cum on my mother’s face. I couldn’t see the juices gushing from Marcy’s pussy, but the sloppy slurping sounds my mother made as she gagged and swallowed left nothing to my imagination.

Marcy rolled off to the other side of my mother and a hand…my mother’s hand…groped for my stiff dick. I rolled to my side so she could easily stroke me as I reached down between her legs. Her pussy was so warm and wet. Three of my fingers slid into her easily, her g-spot swollen and rough to my touch.

My mother’s fingers tightened on my cock as her hips flailed against my hand. Her orgasm exploded in a fountain of her juices as my cum gushed on to her tits and over her fingers. She didn’t release her grip on me even as my dick deflated and I drifted back to sleep.

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This is the third story that I wrote about a year ago for someone I met on an online adult date site. Unfortunately, I lost the first two stories, but it explains the way this one starts.

*****

It’s a hot summer’s day and I am sitting around at home thinking of my Little Desi Slut. It’s been ages since we hooked up and I have been reduced to making myself cum thinking of you. None of the others that I have fucked recently have compared.

As if reading my mind, my phone buzzes. It’s a text message from you.

“House-sitting 4 client. Come round. Here’s the address.”

Half an hour later I ring the doorbell. No answer. So I look around. There’s a gate around the side and I walk around to the back yard.

There, lying out in the sun, you are, wearing a fire-engine red bikini, your size D tits glistening in the sun, your stomach slick with moisture.

There is another caramel body in the pool, swimming underwater, the same tiny red bikini.

You get up to greet me, arms around my neck and we kiss. I feel your warmth against me, then you suddenly turn to one side, where the other girl is towelling her hair.

“This is Anjali.” you say “Anjali, this is Giles.”

Anjali shakes my hand formally and says Hi.

“And this is…” you pause as I turn around to see another guy there.

“Gary.” he says, offering his hand to shake.

“Yes, sorry. Gary.” You say. Gary is a lot older than me, maybe late 50s even maybe 60, but still buff, with a thatch of grey hair on his chest and wearing the smallest, tightest pair of black Speedos I’ve ever seen.

Anjali takes my hand and asks me if I have brought swimmers. When I say no, she turns to you and says “I’ll just take Giles inside to get him a pair from your bag.”

Anjali leads me by the hand into the house.

Ten minutes later, we emerge again. Anjali is leading me by the hand and I am wearing a pair of Speedos identical to Gary’s. They’re very tight, not helped by the fact that my cock is fully engorged after Anjali made me change in front of her.

I needn’t have worried about clashing with Gary, as he is now lying back on the lie-low, his head rolled back, his Speedos on the ground beside him and your head buried in his crotch, sucking his enormous old cock.

Anjali and I watch for a bit before she announces that I have to get in the pool with her. She pulls me by the hand. By now my cock is so rock hard that it can barely be contained by the Speedos – I can feel a breeze around by balls, coming in the side as my cock pushes the fabric away from my skin. And as I dive into the pool, the chilly water washes over them.

Anjali and I swim around for a while, playfully wrestling and carrying on. Then I stop and rest, my back against the side of the pool and my elbows on the edge. I watch Anjali’s gorgeous little body swim towards me, and then I turn around to see what you are up to.

There’s my sweet Little Desi Slut on her hands and knees. You have spread out some sort of blanket or quilt on the ground. Your bright red bikini bottoms are halfway down your thighs. Gary’s muffled voice can be heard moaning “Oh, Sonam” as his face is buried in your arse and he attacks your pussy from behind.

Anjali comes up out of the water in front of me. She puts a finger up to my cheek and pushes my face around to look at her in the eye. She has a smile on her face and her tongue sitting out the side of her mouth sinfully. I stand to attention as she pulls me in and our lips meet.

Softly at first, Anjali’s lips meet mine then pull away. Then again, more urgently. Our lips part and our tongues meet, exploring one another. My hands make their way down her smooth back and rest at the top of her petite buttocks. Meanwhile one of Anjali’s hands remains on my shoulder, while the other one slides down my back and comes to rest between my butt-cheeks. She spreads her fingers and takes a good handful of my bum. Meanwhile my hand slides down between her butt-cheeks, outside the fabric of her swimwear, and my middle finger slides deeply, feeling for the edge of her pussy, while the other hand slides up her side.

Now her hand is palm-first down on my cock, sliding roughly over the outside of my Speedos. Our tongue-kissing continues, as my cock, which had shrunk a little with Gaziantep Escort Numaraları the cold water, swells again under Anjali’s expert massage. I slide my hand inside her swimsuit and slide a finger into her butt-crack, feeling her skin now and softly massaging the back end of her pussy and her anal sphincter. She slides her fingers into the waistband of my tight Speedos and slowly pulls them slightly down. I feel the coolness of pool water wash in over my cock and my balls. This is soon replaced by the warmth of Anjali’s hand wrapped around my throbbing cock.

All this time, we continue to kiss, our lips and tongues squashing together in shared lust as I explore her pussy and she slowly pumps my cock.

Then she moves around and hauls herself out onto the edge of the pool. I move in between her knees and kiss her again. Then I kiss her on the neck, on the shoulder and softly at the top of her left breast. But she holds me by the shoulders and pushes me to my knees between her thighs. I kiss her on the inside of her wet, caramel thigh, then on her pussy outside the swimsuit.

Then I reach up and pull at her bikini-bottom, revealing her smooth, wet pussy. I bury my face in there, licking at the slit of her vagina. As I lap at her pussy, pushing my tongue deep into her and licking gently at her clitoris.

After a while, Anjali says “Let’s go over there with Sonam and Gary.”

She slides back into the pool and takes my hand and we walk out of the water, up the pool-stairs. As I walk up the stairs, I pull my Speedos off and carry them with me. I have been lost in Anjali’s steamy pussy and haven’t paid attention to what you have been doing with Gary. Then I notice you sliding up and down on Gary’s slippery pole. You still have the top of your bikini on, but the bottom is flung to one side. As we walk over, both Anjali and I add our removed clothing to the pile with your bikini bottoms.

Anjali’s hand softly brushes across your back as you bounce on that rock-hard old cock. You turn around and smile at us both. You back is curved tightly, your buttocks are spread wide so I can see your bumhole and you are shaking as you slam up and down on Gary’s cock.

Then things change.

Anjali sits down on the blanket near you and Gary. She leans back on her elbows with one leg straight out in front of her and the other out at an angle, with her knee bent ninety degrees. As I move closer, hoping that she might suck my hard-throbbing cock, she stops me.

“Wait, I think Sonam wants to swap,” she says, as I turn around and see you sliding off Gary’s slick cock. You stand up and walk over to where I stand.

“Hi,” you say, as you press your lips against mine.

I pull away slowly. “Hi there,” I say. Then our lips meet again, parted this time, and your tongue pushes softly towards mine. As we kiss, my hand slides down to you beautiful round arse and cups underneath the left buttock. Meanwhile, your hands slide down to my hips. My enraged cock slides around on the warm skin of your thigh and my finger pushes up towards the heat of your pussy.

I feel the moisture of your just-fucked pussy against my fingers as you slide a hand across and rub the back of that hand along the length of my shaft. Now both of my hands are on your arse, pulling them apart to allow more access to your steaming pussy. You have lifted my shaft and it is resting against the bottom of your stomach as you massage my balls with one hand and hold my face with the other as you kiss me.

You then drop to your knees in front of me. Cupping my ball-sack with one hand, you wrap the other around my shaft as your tongue emerges from your mouth and, pointed, licks at the end of my knob, sliding into my piss-hole.

I look to my right. Anjali has her wrists around Gary’s neck, fingers in his hair, and her thighs wrapped around his waist as he fucks her, missionary style. “He’s pretty buff for an old dude,” I think, before realising I’m not exactly young. I shake the thought from my head as I look down and see you, still holding my balls, with the other hand, open-palmed, holding my shaft as you lick messily at it, like a greedy child devouring an ice-cream. Your tongue works its way all over my cock and my balls. Occasionally, you take one of my balls into your mouth and suck on it. I am finding it hard to stand as you treat my cock and balls so roughly.

Then you engulf my shaft, taking a third of its throbbing length into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you suck deeply on my cock. I hold your soft raven hair and push my cock deeper into your throat and you gag slightly as I release and it emerges. Then you swallow it again.

I look over again and it seems like a long time has gone by. Anjali has removed her bikini top and is riding Gary’s cock, reverse-cowgirl style. She leans back, supporting herself with her hands planted either side of Gary’s head as he ploughs up into her. Her tits bounce and she moans softly as she slides up and down his shaft.

I turn back and look down at you, in front of me, concentrating on my cock. I pull away and my cock slides from your lips. I want to taste that gorgeous pussy of yours, my 19 year old fuck-slut. In a few short months you’ll be 20 and the filthy old pervert in me wants to taste as much of your wet teen cunt as possible before then.

I lay you back on the blanket and, on hands and knees, crawl between your legs and lower my face to your steaming vagina. Pulling your pussy open I bury my tongue in you and taste the sweet juice of your insides. I work at your steaming pussy, tasting every last drop of you. Driving hard with my tongue, pushing a finger or two into your moist folds.

Then we re-arrange. You are on your hands and knees and I lay an arm across the small of your back and attack your sweet-tasting cunt. I lick feverishly at your moisture, devouring you with greed. I lap all around your pussy and anus. I moisten the area with my sweat and saliva, you taste like heaven, my Little Desi Slut. I lap softly at your clitoris and you wriggle gently as the tingles speed through your body.

As shudders wrack your body, you turn your head and whisper hoarsely “Fuck me, Gilesy, fuck me now.”

I sit up on my haunches and round up behind you. Holding my engorged cock, I rub it roughly along your vaginal opening and then, with one hard thrust, jam it into your pussy. You gasp as it slides into you to its full length.

I settle into a rhythm, driving my cock deep into you. I slide easily into your dripping cunt as your vaginal muscles tense tightly clamping my cock with each thrust. I become worried that I’m going to unleash my load inside you. This is not helped when I look over to see Gary driving hard into Anjali from behind with short, sharp, violent thrusts. Her arse-cheeks ripple with each thrust and her wetness streams over her hand and onto the blanket as she works her clitoris hard.

I’m not ready yet to explode in you, so I say I need to rest and pull my cock from you. My shaft stretches as you grip it tightly with your muscles on release. I sit back down on the blanket and you sit down beside me. I am dripping sweat and our bodies press together in the harsh sunshine. You reach in and wrap around my shaft, slick with your juices, and pump it quietly as we watch Anjali, moaning loudly, getting ploughed hard by the grey-haired Gary.

This turns you on more and you push me backwards, so I am flat on my back, my cock standing proudly. On your knees, you lift a leg over me. Reaching between your legs, you grab hold of my cock and lower yourself onto me, your warm, wet pussy sliding all the way down my shaft. From this angle I can look at your gorgeous D-sized tits bouncing inside their red bikini-top as you settle into a bouncing rhythm on my shaft. I can also look over and see a rear, three-quarter view of Gary’s final moments inside Anjali.

As you slide up and down with athletic precision on my raging cock, I see the last drips of Anjali’s orgasm drip from her hands as Gary slides from her cunt, lays his big cock across her arse and unleashes a fury of bright-white, sticky cum across the sweat-soaked, caramel skin of Anjali’s back. She drops to the ground, lying there on her stomach with a large slash of semen across her back. Gary, meanwhile, collapses in a heap on the blanket next to her.

I look up at you and you are pulling your bikini-top off over your head, revealing what I will always consider the most beautiful tits I will ever see. You throw the red top to one side and lower yourself to me, where my mouth is waiting to engulf your sweaty nipples. I grab your tits with both hands and attack them with my lips and tongue. Nothing has ever tasted so divine.

We fuck like this for a long time. You move around on my cock, sitting up, slumping down. It’s an amazing connection, the two of us just functioning together as you ride my cock.

Then you slump onto me again and my mouth meets your tits. My eyes have been closed for a while as I take in all of your taste, your scent. You slide your pussy up and down my cock slowly. Then, as you slide up its length, I feel something new. My cock is pulled roughly from your cunt and my eyes spring open. I catch sight of Anjali, past your thigh. She has my cock in her mouth and is sucking it hard. She slides down and buries my cock in her throat. I look over and Gary is sitting in the lie-low stroking his already growing cock. I recede again into my world, tasting the perspiration from your tits as Anjali works her magic on my cock.

Oh. My. God.

As Anjali covers my throbbing cock with her saliva, you slide your wet pussy up and down my body. She pulls my cock from her mouth. I can’t see what she is doing for a minute, then I feel her rubbing my cock between your buttocks. Holding my cock tight, she pushes it against your arse. You push back hard and the head of my penis slides into your anus. You push back harder and my entire cock slides deep into you. Again, we start sliding together, my cock like a piston, ramming in and out of your arse. You sit up and steady yourself with a hand on my thigh and I look up to see your gorgeous body, your back arched deeply as my cock delves deep into you.

Then Anjali appears in my view. She climbs over my face and lowers her smooth, wet pussy down to my awaiting mouth. Her juices are sweet and she is very moist. My tongue laps at her like a cat at a milk bowl. My view is obscured and all I can see is the round orbs of her caramel arse cheeks.

My cock is almost out of control as you slide your arse up and down it. I know I’m going to cum soon. Anjali stand up momentarily and I catch a view of you, working your cunt hard. You start dripping fast, your wetness coating your hands and dripping onto my stomach, running down and soaking my pubic hair and dripping onto the blanket. The view disappears again under Anjali’s wet vagina.

I know I can’t last much longer. As I continue to drive my tongue into Anjali’s cunt and lap at her anus, I soon have to stop. I push her up slightly and announce that I’m going to cum and where do you want it. My cock slides from your arse as you move to one side.

“Stand up” you command. I stand, and you and Anjali kneel down in front of me. Anjali wraps a hand around my saturated cock and takes it all in her mouth at once. She sucks greedily at it, and then hands it to you. You suck deeply on it, swallowing it whole. Anjali takes it from you.

Suddenly, Gary appears to one side, pulling his cock hard. He unleashes. A single stream of his sticky goo lands across your two faces, then some drops fall on your smooth shoulder. Anjali’s tongue comes out of her open mouth and she catches a strand of the cum, which she tries to pull into her mouth.

Then my pumping pays off and I unleash. As ever, thick torrents of my cum stream out across both of your faces. Arcs of the warm semen swirl around as I pump my cock in your direction. Soon you are both pasted with my cum, as I now squeeze the last few drops from my knob. You grab my cock and bury it in your cum-crusted face. Anjali wipes my cum towards her mouth and turns to where Gary is now standing and engulfs his cock.

Once the storm has died down, you sit back and swirl my cum and Gary’s towards your mouth and swallow it all. You wipe your shoulder and chest, where thick gobs of cum have landed. Anjali does the same. As I hold my cock, with the other hand I gently stoke your hair to remove the droplets from there, which you then suck from my fingers.

The four of us lie back and pant softly. Then suddenly Anjali springs up and jumps into the pool. You squeal with glee and follow her, noisily splashing into the water. Gary looks at me and shrugs and we follow.

As you hold me, our wet bodies pressed together, Anjali comes over, kisses me deeply and says “Great to meet you.”

She then grabs Gary’s hand and, still dripping, they disappear into the house together as you and I return to deep kissing in the cool water of the pool.

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This story is dedicated to Heather, the real life Heather. Although some details are true, the outcome isn’t. However, that is how we would have liked it to end.

I left home after I graduated from college. I didn’t like the way my parents treated my youngest sister which was the same way they had treated me; because I had no means to change that situation, I came to this city hoping to earn enough to take my sibling out of that environment. I had another goal in mind; maybe I’d meet the man of my dreams. Though I had had a few boyfriends while I was in school, none was the guy I would want to marry.

My name is Heather. I am twenty-two years old; I’m 5’8″ and weigh135 pounds; I have brown hair and green eyes; I have a nice figure, but my best features are my breasts. Although I’m modest, I try to wear blouses and sweaters that accentuate them. I am heterosexual although I do like to look at good-looking, sexy women. Maybe I’m bi-curious.

Something happened on the way to finding Mr. Right. I ride the subway to work every day, but I never get a seat. The stop that I get on is far enough from the end of the line that the seats are always taken; I always have to stand hanging on to an overhead strap and swaying from side to side as the old train car shifts and rumbles down the tracks.

There aren’t many people that ride the train, but there are enough that the seats are always taken. There is plenty of room to stand, and the car isn’t crowded except on sale days when it seems that the whole city tries to get on this one train; I feel as if I’m being crushed, but I have seen pictures of the Japanese trains and how the people are forced into the cars. I am grateful that isn’t the case here, and I don’t sweat the crowded car once a week.

There is an older woman who rides the train every day, and who is usually seated across from where I stand. She must get on early in order to get a seat, and I wish I lived at the end of the line. The woman has a pretty face and a pleasant expression; she is slim, tall and has a nice figure. I try to figure out where she goes and what she does for a living. She appears to be in her late thirties or early forties – almost twice my age. I hope I don’t have to continue riding this subway when I’m as old as she is.

One morning, she caught me looking at her, but she didn’t smile. She is either stuck up or very shy as she quickly averted her eyes. Her clothes look as though they are rather expensive, so I guess she isn’t a clerk or a sales person.

Occasionally, the woman would get up and give someone else her seat which is very nice of her. It makes me feel that she is a nice person. One morning the car was very crowded, and I had to stand right in front of her. She never looked up at me, but looked straight ahead. It occurred to me that she was staring at my breasts. Well, they were directly in front of her, so what else could she do?

As more people got on and the subway car became very crowded, I was forced to move even closer to her. I had one leg between hers and one outside her left leg. I was a bit embarrassed as we were both wearing dresses and out legs were bare. I could feel her skin, and therefore she must feel mine; just one of the situations one encounters riding the subway, so I wasn’t upset. Actually, it felt quite nice to have skin-to-skin contact with another person. When my stop was next, I pulled my leg from between hers and prepared to fight my way to the doors. I may have imagined it, but it seemed that she was actually holding my leg with hers, and I had to pull a bit to free my leg. Again, I chalked it up to the press of the crowd.

The following day, Friday, was not a sale day, and the car wasn’t crowded. I stood across from the woman whom I began calling ‘brown eyes’; her eyes are brown with specks of hazel, I think. I haven’t looked at them up close. Anyway, I was looking at her when suddenly she looked up and looked straight at my face – my eyes. I didn’t look away, and we maintained eye contact for a long time. She didn’t smile, and I didn’t smile; we just kept eye contact. Finally, just before my stop, I blinked. I looked around, but when I looked back, she was still staring at my face. I pretended I didn’t notice and got off at my stop.

I work for a downtown publisher as a copy editor. I read manuscripts all day long; most are dull and bore me, but some are interesting, and I hate to stop reading them, so I take them home in an old leather briefcase with the company logo on it and the name of the publisher in small gold letters across the top edge. I love to read and by reading manuscripts, I don’t have to spend money on books.

On Monday, I boarded the train, and when I looked over at her, “brown eyes” was watching me; instead of standing across from her, I stood in front of her but didn’t look at her. A few minutes later, I felt a tap on the briefcase and when I looked down, “brown eyes” was holding her hand Gaziantep Gecelik Escort out in the direction of the briefcase and patting her lap. Evidently, she was suggesting that she hold the briefcase for me. I laid it on her lap and she nodded.

When we were near my stop, I picked up the briefcase from her lap and nodded my thanks to her. For the next two weeks, she carried my briefcase on her lap until I got off the train. It was neat that I didn’t have to hold the case AND try to hang onto the strap and try to balance as the car swayed from side to side.

On the Thursdays of those two weeks, the press of the crowd caused me to put my leg between hers again, and I felt her legs rub back and forth on mine as the car swayed especially in the turns. I couldn’t tell if it was deliberate or accidental as the rubbing was in sync with the swaying car. She is such an nice lady that it couldn’t be deliberate, could it?

The following Thursday, the sale day, the car was crowded, and I wasn’t able to get to “brown eyes”, and I had to hold the case myself. I noticed that she had given her seat to someone else; then she was right in front of me. I hadn’t seen her pushing through the other people but here she was. More people got on when the train stopped at stations along the way. The press became greater, and “brown eyes” was up against me. Being a bit taller than I, she was looking over my shoulder. I could feel her breasts against my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden and then, I could actually feel her nipples become erect. I couldn’t move because of the crowd, but I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. The feel of breasts against breasts, especially when the car swayed, was extremely stimulating, and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I am straight, well a bit bi-curious, but I could not help but get turned on.

When more people got on, brown eyes and I were flattened against each other, and I could feel her belly pressing against my belly. She had been holding her arms straight down, but it must have been awkward to hold them that way, and she slid them around my waist and held on to me. My breaths were coming faster than usual, and I was becoming very aroused. When her hands reached down and held my buttocks, I thought I was going to have to gasp for air; I couldn’t seem to breathe properly. Each time the car would sway, brown eyes squeezed my bottom. Her cheek was against my face, and it felt like we were having sexual intercourse. If my stop hadn’t come up just about that time, I think I would have had an orgasm. I kissed her cheek and left the train. We had not spoken a single word to one another during this time or since we’d ridden the train together.

On Friday, I stood in front of her again and was about to put the briefcase on her lap, but she shook her head no, pointed to me and patted her lap. Suddenly, I was shaking and my face was tingling. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but everyone was busy with his or her newspapers and magazines or were trying to catch a nap.

I don’t recall how I turned around or how it happened, but the next thing I knew, I was sitting on brown eyes’ lap with my buttocks against her belly and thighs; the briefcase was on the seat beside us, and brown eyes’ arms were around me with her hands in my lap. Again, I looked around the car, but no one was paying the slightest attention to us; in fact, I noticed a few others sitting on someone’s lap; I had never been aware of that before.

As the car swayed, I felt brown eyes’ hands move and slide a few inches across the top of my thighs. She must have felt me trembling because she stopped her hand movement and let me catch my breath. We sat that way until I had to get off the train. I was still shaking when I reached my office, and when I tried to read, I read the same paragraph over and over: I had no idea of what it said.

The following week, I sat on brown eyes’ lap each day but on Thursday, we did our sex dance in the car with dozens of people around us. Last week my panties were soaked and there had been a spot on my dress where it had been pressed against my pussy. Since I had anticipated having clandestine sex with brown eyes today, I was a bit more prepared; I wore a tampon. I didn’t want to show up for work with the front of my dress all wet.

Fortunately, the tampon worked as brown eyes had reached down and rubbed my crotch for the entire time we were pressed up against each other. I stayed on the edge of orgasm for probably twenty minutes, but never went over the top. I was even closer to orgasm than the previous Thursday, but again I had to leave the train at my stop; At work, I had to go to the ladies’ room, sit in a stall, and ‘relieve my tension’ before I could start my day’s assignment.

It was especially thrilling standing in the middle of a subway car with people all around us who had no idea we were humping each other. We did this for several Thursdays in a row; I never orgasmed and had to masturbate when I got to work, but I had no intention of demurring. This was the highlight of my week, and I couldn’t wait for Thursdays.

One Thursday, another passenger added some comic relief to our exciting sex dance. I had been grinding my pelvis into brown eye’s crotch when I realized my bottom was rotating against the buttocks of the woman directly behind me. She must have thought I was deliberately rubbing her rear, and she began rubbing back against me. I laughed to myself thinking I was getting two for one. I tried to look over my shoulder to see what she looked like but all I could see was her long blonde hair.

Evidently, she was as tall as I, or she was wearing heels because we were dancing ‘cheek to cheek’. I tried to turn when she stopped pressing against me, but she was gone from the train before I could see her. I whispered to brown eyes what had happened, but she was so engrossed in our encounter that she didn’t even smile. I wondered if the blonde would be back the following Thursday but no, our ‘threesome’ never happened again.

On Friday, I sat in brown eyes’ lap again and flexed my buttocks against her thighs while she caressed the inside of my thighs through my dress. Her hands were hidden from view by a newspaper she had brought with her. Suddenly, the train’s wheels began to screech, and everyone in the car groaned. They knew the train would stop and all power would be gone. We would have to sit in the dark for up to an hour until power was restored, and the ancient, obsolete, poorly maintained train could move again. This situation occurred four or five times a year and was not novel to the passengers who had been using this line in the past.

Just before the lights dimmed and went out, brown eyes pushed me up off her lap, stood up, and pushed me down on the bench seat where she had been sitting. It happened so fast that I didn’t have time to think about it. When the lights went out, it was like closing your eyes in a coalmine. Nothing; absolutely black. Pitch black or whatever the term is. A few seconds later, brown eyes slid her hands under my skirt and up along the outside of my legs. She must have been bending over or on her knees because her hands and arms were parallel to my thighs.

I grabbed her arms through my dress, but she didn’t stop. She tried to pull my panties down and before I realized what she was attempting, I was helping her by lifting my ass. Then she stopped. She took one hand from under my dress and moved my briefcase to the floor. She must have knelt on the briefcase, and all I could think was, “I have my lunch in there; she’s going to smash my sandwich.” What a thing to think at a time like that.

She had been unsuccessful at removing my panties, so she settled for sliding the crotch to one side, and I felt her face on my thighs. She pulled my legs apart until she could reach my pussy with her mouth. I felt her tongue move up and down my slit until I was soaking wet and my vagina opened. Brown eyes sucked me for a few seconds and then began putting her tongue inside me, dragging it up between my labia, and licking over my clitoris. I was so turned on by her actions and the stimulus of doing this with people all around us that I came within a minute or two. I had to practically bite my tongue to keep quiet. She didn’t stop but continually licked and sucked until she had brought me to orgasm eight or ten times; I lost count after four. Occasionally she made a sucking or slurping noise, and I pretended to cough to cover it up.

Then she stuck her finger in me and dragged it across the top of my vagina – my G spot. I thought. “Oh, cripes.” I’m going to ejaculate if she keeps that up,” and with that thought, I did. She had withdrawn her finger and covered my pussy with her mouth, so I didn’t spray anywhere except in her mouth. When I calmed down and stroked her hair, she put her mouth back on my pussy and began pumping my belly with her right hand while playing with my butt with her left. What did she want? I had to pee badly by this time, and she wasn’t making it easy for me to hold it in. Then I realized she was trying to get me to pee. I tried to release my bladder muscles but it wasn’t easy; however, her insistent pumping of my belly did the trick, and I opened my sphincter. She held on tight as my bladder drained into her mouth. I couldn’t have stopped if I had tried. Brown eyes licked my pubic area of any moisture that her mouth had missed and pulled her head from my pubes.

I was completely spent. She had drained me completely. When she pulled her hands from under my dress, she reached up and tried to put her finger in my mouth. I resisted and turned my head to the side, but she was persistent and finally I opened my mouth and sucked her finger. Yuck, the taste was terrible; it tasted like bitter metal. Then I realized there was a sweet after taste – blood; I was having my period four days early. Brown eyes was trying to tell me that I was menstruating, and I wasn’t wearing a tampon. She started rummaging through her purse until she found one and opened it. She gave it to me and I slid it up into my vagina. I still had the tube but didn’t know what to do with it. She found a Kleenex in her purse, wrapped the bloody tube in it, and put it back in her purse.

I was stunned. Not only had she licked me to a bunch of orgasms, stuck her tongue half way to my tonsils, swallowed my ejaculate, and drank my pee, but she did all that with my menstrual blood pouring out of me. I was about to say something to her when the train began making that crazy noise that indicated that the power was coming back, and the lights would go on. I felt brown eyes leave me and stand up. When the lights did return, I looked up at her and noticed her lipstick was smeared and there were traces of blood on her face. I took a mirror and some Kleenex from my purse and handed them to her. She looked in the mirror, wiped her face, and handed the mirror back. She stood until my stop came up, and I rose and was about to leave. Brown eyes took my hand and squeezed; she looked in my eyes but still didn’t smile or speak. On the platform, I realized I was holding something in my hand. It was a business card; brown eyes’ business card: A. Dawn; Bio-Med, Inc., and an address, phone number and business e-mail address.

When I got to work, I went straight to the ladies’ room and checked myself. My panty crotch was bloody, but the tampon was okay. I changed it anyway. I took off my panties, wrapped them in tissue paper and stuck them in my purse. I felt strange at first not having them on, but I thought, “What difference does it make when the tampon will keep any secretions from coming out of me; and I’m wearing a dress so there are no pants’ seams to irritate me.” I still felt risqué without panties on, but after what happened in the subway, it was a moot point.

I got to my desk and began to edit the manuscript where I had left off the night before, but I couldn’t keep my mind on it. I sighed and picked up the phone; I called A. Dawn’s business number and got her secretary. I told her I was a friend of Miss Dawn’s and would like to speak with her. I had a lump in my throat the size of a grapefruit and I couldn’t breathe. When her secretary came back on the line, she asked me if I were the editor who was going to read Miss Dawn’s manuscript. I was a bit taken aback, but then I realized that the old briefcase I had carried showed the publisher’s name and, having read that, and putting two and two together, she must have known I was carrying a manuscript in it.

After a long pause, and her secretary saying hello a few times, I was able to speak and say I was the editor. She told me that Miss Dawn was very busy and couldn’t come to the phone. She asked that if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, could I see Miss Dawn at her home after work tonight? She was much too busy to see me during work hours. I said that I might be able to fit her in this evening and her secretary gave me the address and phone number. She told me that I should try to make it about nine o’clock which would give Miss Dawn time to get home and be ready for me. She asked me my name and I told her ‘Heather’, but didn’t give my last name. She said, “Heather, Miss Dawn will have Chinese food delivered, so don’t bother eating before you get there. By the way, make sure you bring your briefcase as Miss Dawn will expect you to take her manuscript with you to finish reading over the weekend.”

I tried everything I could think of to stay busy and not anticipate my evening ‘date’. If the subway affair was any indication of what would happen, I was in for one heck of a ride but probably not tonight. My period was at its heaviest flow, and I would be extremely uncomfortable about having sex at that time. I would feel better if I were wearing a tampon but would that put a damper on the festivities? Well, I’d have to wait and see. Miss Dawn hadn’t seemed put off by my period, but she didn’t know about it until she went down on me and probably felt it was too late to back out. I suppose she could have stopped after my first orgasm, but I had no idea what her mindset was.

I arrived at Miss Dawn’s apartment building about an hour early. I couldn’t stand waiting at home; however, I was so nervous that sitting in the car waiting for nine o’clock was an ordeal. Finally, I went to her door at five minutes after nine – just to let her know I wasn’t anxious.

When Miss A. Dawn answered the door, her hair was down around her shoulders instead of the twist that she had worn to work. She was wearing a short, brightly embroidered Japanese kimono. As I walked in, she moved back to let me pass, and the lower part of the kimono gaped open showing she had nothing on under it. I felt really nervous.

Her apartment is furnished in Scandinavian Modern and is very handsome. I wish I could furnish my place to make it look this fashionable. Well, someday when I make enough salary, I will try this minimalist look.

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This is a ninety percent true story, just a few additions here and there…

The nineteen seventy-five Elvis Presley Convention was swinging, somewhere over two thousand fans were having a great time. My stall was busy, I had a new selection of Elvis posters, from a deal I’d done in France. I was happy, rushed off my feet, with customer after customer, and taking a load.

“Would you like some help behind there?” Came this voice.

I glanced up from my rolling up of posters, and there was this quite pretty young lady.

“No, you’re okay, but thanks anyway,” I replied without having given it much thought.

A little later, things eased a bit.

I thought of the girl who had offered to help, she was familiar in some way, but I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure why. She had looked nice, I thought, why hadn’t I accepted her offer, I wondered. Naturally, I realised, that’s just me, a bit slow on the uptake at times.

Things had slowed down a lot, for me anyway. So, I thought, I might as well pack up, maybe go and catch some of the action.

I roamed around, bought a couple of records, then there she was again. She was looking through some sheet music.

She looked up at me, when I said, “Hi again, thanks for your offer to help, I should have said yes, but it kind-off caught me on the hop, I really didn’t think.”

“That’s okay Mike, but I would have loved to have helped.”

I looked at her a bit closer, in the dim light, “You know my name and I’m sure I know you from somewhere, but, I’m sorry, I just can’t place it.”

She smiled, “You used to go round Nanik’s house once a week, I was there a couple of times with my husband, as was.”

Nanik was an Elvis dealer, who always came up with the latest foreign issued material.

Now I remembered. There was a policeman, Jim was his name I think.

“Jim, was that it? You’re Sue, am I right?”

“Spot on.” She answered. “But I don’t talk about him anymore.”

I hadn’t asked but she went on to explain, “We were only married a couple of months, when I knew something was seriously wrong. He didn’t want to sleep with me, and finally admitted that he was gay, he’d only married me to help hide the fact. His promotion prospects in the police force, he said. He did admit that it had been a mistake, and he knew it wasn’t fair on me. So, we divorced, and, well, here I am.”

“That’s a bit of story Hey! I’m sorry.”

“No problem, it was four years ago now, so water under the bridge, and all that. Can I tell you something though?”

I just nodded to her.

“Well, the last time I saw you, I already knew I was leaving Jim, I watched you doing your deals with Nanik, and I remembered thinking at the time, I fancy this guy, I wonder if he’ll give me what my husband won’t.”

The surprise must have shown on my face.

“Do I shock you? I have a way of saying what’s on my mind but as I said, that was four years ago.”

I was sort of, lost for words, but finally managed, “Can I get you a drink or something?”

“I’d love a drink, thanks.” She took my arm, and without a by-your-leave, she steered towards the bar.

A couple of Bacardi and coke’s later, she suddenly suggested we take a stroll.

She said, “You know, I tried to find you when I left Jim. But I couldn’t find Nanik’s house, I’d only ever been driven there twice, and I couldn’t remember where it was. Then, today I saw you, I was so disappointed when you turned down my offer of help.”

She asked me for a cigarette, she held my hands as I held the lighter up for her, I noticed that she wasn’t looking at the cigarette, but instead at my face.

“You’re not gay, are you Mike?”

“I most definitely am not,” I answered.

Her hand went between my legs and fondled my cock, “Sorry for asking, but that’s good to hear, you don’t mind if I play with this then?”

Shit! I jumped with surprise, but then so did my cock.

“Where’s your car? You do have one here, I guess, what with all your stock.”

We walked to where my car was parked, round the back, by the trade entrance.

“Oh, nice and dark.” She said, then followed with, “You’re back seat’s full of posters, in that case, the bonnet will have to do.”

With that, she raised her skirt to her hips, as she hoiked herself up. I reached between her legs.

“It’s okay Mike, no need for prelims, I’m already soaked from just thinking about it when we were at the bar.” As she proceeded to lower my zipper.

She wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt, she just pulled my cock out, and with a smile on her face, guided it straight for her pussy. I couldn’t see anything in the dark, but I did feel the wetness, as I sunk into her. She clenched, hard, on my cock, and pushed up to meet me. She was leaning back on her elbows, I could just make out, that she was studying my face.

“Come on lover boy, fuck me as hard as you like, I want to feel a real cock.”

Normally, I have to admit, her language would have shocked me, it’s never been my style. Maybe, that’s why it seemed Gaziantep Saatlik Escort to inflame me, I was acting different, I felt aggressive, I wanted to fuck this woman silly. So, I thrust hard, lifting her body up off the bonnet.

She moaned, “That’s it lover, fuck me!”

There’s only one way to describe it, it was animalistic lust, plain and simple.

She reached up, her arms went around my neck, at the same time, her legs had encircled my hips, she ground hard into me, gripping me tight into her.

She bit my neck, hard, it hurt like hell, but I barely noticed.

She gasped, “I’m nearly there, are you ready?”

I couldn’t answer, I was too busy fucking to care.”

I felt the surging up through my cock, and somehow managed a mumbled “Now.”

Her ass came off the bonnet, her weight supported by her arms and legs, round my body.

Then, she was bucking up and down on my cock, fucking herself on me, as I struggled for balance.

“Yes!” She screeched and went rigid, as I kept thrusting up inside her.

Her orgasm was over-whelming in its ferocity. I came then, filling her depths with my cum.

She flopped down on me, and I lowered her back to the bonnet, my strength was drained, my legs were shaking.

After a short while, she spoke, “Believe it or not, that’s the first time I’ve ever had sex with anyone, I’ve imagined what it’s like in my mind, I’ve got a small collection of porno vids, which I get myself off to, but never a guy. When I saw you this evening, I thought it’s now or never Sue, you gotta go for it. All my language comes from the vids, you didn’t mind? I could see you were shocked.”

I honestly didn’t know what to say, I was flummoxed.

We went back inside for another drink, and as she sat close to me, she asked, “Was it okay Mike? Did you like it? I know I did, in fact, it was far more than I imagined.”

Well, what could I say? “Sue, it was brilliant, maybe, the best I’ve ever had.”

The grin on her face was huge. She really did look pleased with herself.

“You’ve had a record shop somewhere didn’t you, do you still have it?”

I nodded, a yes.

“Would you give me your number, so I can give you a call, do you think?”

…

The next day, Monday, I was busy sorting a new delivery. It wasn’t opening-time for another hour when the phone rang. Bugger! I thought, I’m busy, but I picked the phone up anyway and gave a brief ‘hello’.

“Hi Mike, it’s Sue, how are you?”

“Me, I’m good, thanks. Hey, I enjoyed yesterday, it was great.”

“I’m so glad Mike, I can’t stop thinking about it, I’m in the office, sitting at my desk and I’ve just got so horny and wet. So, I’m doing something about it, would you like to know what?”

“Go on, tell me.”

“No, just listen,” there was a clunk as the phone hit something, then a buzzing sound, it got louder as I listened. “Do you know what that is?”

I kind of guessed but asked anyway.

She must have put the phone back to her mouth, “That’s my little handbag toy, its stuck right inside my pussy, while I think of what you did to me last night. I’ve rung just in time, would you like to hear me cum?”

She didn’t wait for my answer. “Fuck me, Mike, fuck me again, push your cock right inside me, yes that’s it, now deeper! Shit! I’m cumming, Mike, fuck me harder, I’m cumming.”

I could hear her gasping down the phone.

“Oh God, that was good. I got worried my boss might walk in when it was too late for me to stop, she’d have had a heart attack. Did you like that, Mike? Did your cock get hard listening to me? Is it hard now? Are you alone, or do you have people in?”

It was hard alright, rock hard, so I told her, and added I wasn’t open yet, there was no one else there.

“Do you want to take it out for me, tell me what it’s like, how big is it? It felt big last night, but I didn’t actually see it, I want to know every detail.”

Well, I’ve never tried to explain it before, I felt a bit awkward. “It’s about eight inches long, quite thick, at the moment it’s sticking right out in front of me, and it’s sort of twitching up and down. Does that cover it?”

“Ooh, that sounds nice, I want to feel it and rub it for you, but I can’t reach, will you do it for me. Come on, don’t be shy, start rubbing it right now.”

I started to rub my cock, up and down, my fist went.

“Does that feel nice? She asked. “I’ve still got my little friend inside my pussy, shall I switch it on again? Too late! I have, it’s throbbing away inside me. Are you still rubbing? Well, I know you are, I can hear your breathing getting louder.

My toy’s not as big as you, lover, but it’s working, I might even cum again, especially if I hear you cumming. Are you rubbing hard for Sue? You should be doing it faster now, think about my pussy Mike, while you’re rubbing. I know you want to, like when it was bouncing up and down, fucking on your hard cock. Can you feel me? All juicy and hot, come on, fuck me, Mike, that’s it, fuck, and again, fuck. Are you ready to come yet, Mike? Tell me, I want to know.”

“Any minute now,” I replied.

“Mike, I’m going to cum again, cum with me please, now, shit! I’m cumming.”

“So am I, I’m gonna shoot.” I let loose, strings of it, shooting over the table in front of me.

“Was that good baby? Did you like wanking for Susan? Because Susan liked you wanking for her, and my little pussy enjoyed itself as well.”

I was gasping for breath, as I grabbed some tissues to wipe the table. She hadn’t finished yet though.

“Do you like your little girl being dirty for you? You don’t mind if I talk dirty, it’s your fault anyway, I’ve fantasised for four years about you. When I watch the vids and play with myself, all I did was think of you. I’ve turned into a sex maniac, but without a man. Now I’ve found you again, I’m in heaven, but there’s still a problem, I’m wet all the time since last night. Even on the tube, on my way to work this morning, I had one of my small toys inside my pussy, it was very hard trying to keep my legs still, thank God the train was rocking a lot. I don’t think anyone noticed, but who cares, I didn’t.”

She still didn’t wait for me to answer any of her questions, just kept talking dirty, all the time.

Suddenly she said, “Yes that’s right sir, they’ll be with you tomorrow.” The phone went dead, I guess her boss had walked into her office.

A bit later, I opened the shop. I had a hard job of concentrating on my work, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Lunch-time came and got my sandwiches and made myself a coffee. Then, the phone rang.

“Is that you Mike? It’s your little girl again, are you free at the moment?”

I told her that I’d been thinking about her all morning.

“Oh, I am pleased, so pleased I make you happy.” “You pleased your little girl as well, you know.” She added coyly. “Are you getting hard again? I bet you are. But no playing now. Anyway, I rang to ask whether you’d like to come to mine, for dinner tonight, if you’re free of course. And if you like, you can bring the big hard friend of mine with you. By the way, I didn’t actually ask you yet, but, can I be your little girl? Please say I can be, you’d make me so happy Mike.”

I told her that I couldn’t think of anything I’d like more. Well, wouldn’t you?

I parked up, close to the house number she had given me.

I rang the bell, it wasn’t long before she answered the door. The day before, she had been wearing a sort of business looking two-piece suit, with a fold over, wrap around skirt, I’ve no idea what you ladies call them. Today though, her hair was high on her head, in a pony-tail, she was wearing a fifties style rock and roll dress. She smiled at me and gave a twirl. I was two steps down, at pavement level, the twirl was graceful, but the skirt lifted high, to flash me her bright red panties. Not the type you’d wear for a rock and roll gig, way too skimpy.

“Like what you see, lover?”

Well, it was easy, to be honest, she looked stunning, “You look absolutely gorgeous.” I told her.

She almost glowed with pride, as she beckoned me in. “I hope you like red wine, I forgot to ask?”

I picked up the bottle, it was a Faustino I, their Gran Reserva Rioja. She couldn’t have known but it was one of my favourites, when I could afford it.

“I’m gonna guess that you like your steaks done medium, could I be right? I’ve got fillet steak.”

This girl was scoring points so fast, she’d get the winner’s medal with ease.

The meal was superb, I couldn’t fault a thing, had I even wanted to. She’d even got a Spanish Moscatel to go with dessert, a luscious sweet wine, and not cheap.

I thought to myself, I really am being treated like a king here.

We moved to the sofa, where she passed me a cigarette, my wine on the side table.

She put an LP on the player, Elvis of course. Then, she danced around the room, a bit of a bop, then a few spins. Sitting in my low position on the sofa, I was getting a good view at times. Naturally, my eyes zeroed on her panties, I gulped when I saw the opening at the front, they were the open, crotchless type, and every now and then, I could see her pussy lips showing through, flexing as she danced.

“You’ve noticed, I can see by the look on your face.” She stopped dancing and walked in front of me. She grinned down, then took hold of the dress hem, and slowly raised it upwards. She had gorgeous legs, but I wasn’t thinking about them, I was waiting for the jewel to be revealed. But instead, she stopped, just too soon.

Then, in a coy voice, “Would you like to see what your naughty girl has got for you? She’s been waiting all day to show you. It’s been very hard to keep it hidden from you since you got here.”

I lifted my hands towards her, but she took a half step back. “Now, now, I haven’t said you can touch yet.”

The hem went higher, as she came closer. Then, with the dress almost to her hips, there they were, two beautiful large lips, trying to escape between the opening at the front of the panties.

One hand holding her dress up, the other reached in front. Her fingers went to the lips, to hide them from my view. Her feet moved apart, spreading her legs wider, but her fingers still covered the opening.

“Your little girl wants you to tell her what to do. What would you like me to do?”

“You can keep your hand there, but spread your fingers a little for me.”

Her middle fingers formed a ‘V’, to show her lips between them. “Like that?”

“You could use your fingers to push your lips open, so I can see what’s hidden there.”

Her face took on a mock frown, “You’re very naughty you know, telling a girl to show her private parts, but because I like you, then I’ll show you.”

Her two fingers went between the lips, they burrowed in a bit, then she eased them open. She moved forward, now inches from my face.

“Can you see properly? Do you like my little surprise for you?” Once more, she moved forward, now I was breathing in her perfume, the musky aroma from within.

“Would you like a taste of your present? You can if you want.”

I pushed my tongue toward her, I didn’t have to lean, she was that close now. She still held the lips apart, my tongue eased between them, I savoured the taste, before sliding my tongue up along the length of her pussy. My hands gripped her legs, pulling her tighter, then I slid them up to her ass, two beautiful and firm mounds, and I squeezed.

My tongue reached the top of her pussy, as I probed for the hidden button. She jerked against me when I found it. “Shit! That’s the place, suck on it for your girl.”

I teased at it with my tongue for a moment, then it was emerging, growing for me, till my lips could get around it, and I sucked. I moved a hand behind her and reached between her l legs. But found her fingers, already pushed inside her pussy.

“I just need to get something out.” She said, her knees splaying wider as she spoke. Then, out it slid, a small red, egg-shaped toy, I could feel it vibrating gently, as it passed my fingers. “Now you can get your fingers in me and wank my pussy, lover.”

My other hand still held her a cheek of her ass, I felt her hand pass next to mine and then delve into her crack. My mouth, still sucking her clit, I felt her body push backwards and wiggle, on the hand at her rear.

“That’s better now.” She said, “You fuck my pussy and I’ll fuck my ass.”

The toy that she’d had inside all evening, must have already taken her pretty close at times, so it wasn’t long before she was writhing like mad.

“Ooh, fuck! Here it comes.” She cried, as she lifted on her toes while pressing her clit to my sucking mouth.

She collapsed to the floor in front of me, her hands and head on my lap. She was breathing hard. Her fingers pressed into my trousers and traced along my hard cock.

She mocked, “Oh, whatever have you got in there, I don’t think it feels very comfortable, do you think I should let it out?”

She undid the zip, her hand reached inside, to take a firm hold, as she eased it from within. It sprang into view, as she gripped with two hands. “Oh my! Would you just look at that, what a lovely friend, you remembered to bring him.”

Her big eyes were staring up at me, as she placed her lips to my tip, and kissed, “Just a kiss, for hello,” she whispered, then, “Can I play with your friend, daddy? He is very friendly.”

Her lips opened for her mouth to take me in, she went deep down the shaft, I saw her choke, just the once, as she took it in too far. Her hands rubbed and down, massaging with a firm grip. Her mouth allowed spittle to dribble down, making her touch less rough.

She raised her head for a moment, “I think he likes me daddy, do you think so as well? He likes my mouth, I can tell because he’s making my mouth all slippery and I can taste it coming out of his end.”

I could only nod a reply, I was beginning to tense. The urge to release was coming fast.

“I’m going to cum anytime now, do you want to…?” I trailed off when she wagged a finger at me.

She sucked hard, her mouth working me fast.

I lurched forward, trying desperately to fuck her mouth, then I was coming, shooting into her, I could see her swallowing furiously, but she didn’t stop sucking.

She lifted her eyes to mine and smiled, her tongue licking my cock clean.

“He’s a good boy, feeding your little girl with all that cum.”

She got to her feet and moved to sit beside me. And I went to tuck my now shrinking cock away.

“No, don’t be mean, leave him there, I have to watch out for when he’s recovered, and then we can play some more. Would you like that daddy?”

I grinned, and reached for my wine, and drank deeply, I felt good, as she lay into my arms.

She peered up at me, a more serious look on her face. “It doesn’t bother you, does it, me talking all silly and girlie?”

I told her it was fine, and it was fun, I was enjoying it.

“Oh, that’s good, otherwise daddy might have to punish his little girl, I expect you’d have to spank my bottom, I haven’t been spanked since I was tiny, I might be frightened, but then again, I might not, now that I’m a bit older. What do you think daddy, do I need a spank?”

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