Ay: Nisan 2024

Holiday Fun Ch. 03

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

I woke up with a hard on and a lingering dream of screwing my sister-in-law, Bel. As my head cleared, the reality of all that had transpired in the pool took hold. My suspicions lingered that Dan had witnessed my close encounter of the lustful kind with his wife. He had sat in silence on the terrace. There were no outbursts or accusations. We had not exchanged a word as I passed him and retreated for my siesta. I later learned there was no showdown between husband and wife over her infidelity.

We had planned a night out at a nearby hotel featuring folkloric ballet, music and dance. After a hasty shower, I dressed and met Dan sitting in the kitchen. I poured us a drink as we waited for our women. Conversation was light with no indication of anger or jealousy. As a matter of fact he was looking forward to a night our together. There were three nights remaining before they left and we were ready to party.

The women looked fine in their colourful sundresses. Jane, my wife looked vibrant with her tan in contrast to the plain while dress that she had purchased in the town square. She had laughed as Dan placed a blood red hibiscus behind her ear.

Not to be outdone, I had plucked a similar flower from the bouquet on our table, caressing his wife, Bel’s cheek, as I placed it in her hair. Admiring my handiwork with an exaggerated nod of approval, I was struck once again how exotic she looked with her brightly colored floral shift slit up one leg to her knee flashing a modest amount of white shimmering skin as she struck a pose. We quickly finished our drinks and exited the condo.

We decided to walk the short distance to the fiesta. Trailing Dan and Bel, I noticed the silhouette of her body through her dress as her hips swayed provocatively. As we reached the top of the short flight of stairs, the bright light in front of us had the effect of turning her dress into a fleshy x-ray. From my angle below her and Dan, the gaping slit gave me a momentary glimpse of black lace fabric at her crotch.

Our host greeted us with a “Hola” as he tied a ribbon holding a small wooden cup around each of our necks. As if in answer to our unasked question, he picked up one of many bottles from a table and poured four shots of tequila. With a salute to him, we drained the pungent liquid.

We were enveloped by a tropical breeze, sounds of surf and the warmth of sand. On one side a stage on risers was bathed in light while the other was taken up with what I assumed was the buffet table. Smaller tables and chairs dotted the beach going back into darkness. We made our way to the back and centre to a table.

As our butts hit the chair, a waiter in traditional clothing appeared holding a towel and a bottle of tequila. Toasting our host who bowed in return, we downed our drinks. We grimaced from the aftertaste as the show began.

The loud taped music had given way to about a dozen dancers and a smaller collection of musicians who accompanied them. For the next hour we were entertained by a variety of local dances and authentic regional costumes. Whether the show became progressively more exciting or we did from the effects of the steady stream of shots of tequila, we were having a blast.

The final round of applause signalled an end to the performance and the steady overly loud renewal of club music. “Time to eat something,” slurred my wife, Jane.

In agreement we all made our way to the buffet. As though standing on guard, the trusty waiter with the ever-present bottle greeted us. Another shot, another laugh and another grimace carried us to the back of the line. Dan and Jane took one side of the table as I followed Bel down the other. By the time we had reached the soup, they were several people ahead of us in the fast-moving line as we plodded along behind a whale of a man who must have been out to best some to be Guinness Book of World Records that involved stacking as much food as possible on his plate. We made no pretence at hiding our laughter and amused ourselves by swaying to the blaring beat from the stage.

At first accidently and then in rhythm I rocked my groin into Bel’s behind. Rather than a rebuke, I felt her hand slip between us and caress my crotch holding me in place.

“Senor, senora…” The ever present host had reappeared. As he filled Bel’s cup, I spotted a bowl of limes and a saltshaker beside us.

“Like this,” I said to Bel, as I dabbed some salt into the space between my thumb and forefinger holding it to her lips.

As he licked then sucked, I felt my cock swelling. She drained the cup. Holding the wedge lime to her lips, she sucked its juice.

“My turn.” She took the shaker sprinkling some as I had. Taking her hand and holding it to my lips, I slowly licked till the salt disappeared, then drained the cup. I moved her hand holding the lime to her mouth moving it over her lips. Her confused expression gave way to a smile. Bending down, I extended my tongue to taste the mardin escort lime and ended in a kiss.

Applause from our fellow diners snapped me out of my trance. A sea of faces grinning at our antics swam up before me. Jane’s back was disappearing into the night but a short distance from the end of the table, a familiar face disappeared behind a palm. A flushed Dan emerged seconds later, attempting to hide stain on his crotch with his plate. Bel must not have noticed as she held my hand on the way back to join Jane. Thank god that the shock of spotting Dan and knowing he was trailing behind us, made my throbbing dick shrink.

“What was all that clapping about” Jane slurred draining the remnants of her cup.

“We must have missed it,” I replied. “Dan did you see what the commotion was all about?” I left off the part about….it must have been good to make you jerk off behind a tree.

He blushed slightly avoiding looking at Bel or me. “I think somebody must have put on a hell of a show.”

Saved by Mr. Tequila with his bottomless bottle of booze! We laughed, drank and managed to finish our meal as drunken dancers gyrated in front and all sides of us. Feeling some power over Dan, I suggested, “Why don’t you throw these plates away now? I gestured to a garbage can some twenty feet away. He dutifully and silently obliged with a faint blush on his face.

A dancer stepped up to our table extending a hand to Bel who frantically tugged her skirt closed where moments before it had draped around one hip.. It was one of the college kids from Carlos and Charlie’s. “Hey man, can I dance with your lady?”

“My sister can answer for herself.”

“Sister? Far out!” He shared a chuckle with his entourage of two males and three gorgeous females. Turning back he winked slyly extending a hand toward Bel.

I turned to see Dan standing mute. So much for a knight in shining armor! Jane was out of it sitting with unfocused eyes oblivious to her surroundings. Bel stood, taking the offered hand. Her dress seemed transparent in the brightly lit foreground as they moved to join the dance. Soon that fine ass was shaking while the slit on her dress showed more and more leg — much to the delight of her partner. Though the music stayed loud and fast, he slowed their tempo by drawing her closer in an approximation of a waltz. Their bodies moved closer together with the steady pressure he applied on her back.He extended his pelvis forward as he slowly rocked back and forth. As his hand disappeared lower down her back, Bel began pushing on his chest trying in vain to gain some separation from their closeness. As they turned, we were could see his hand kneading a cheek of her ass while his other hand held her shoulder. She slapped at his hand moving it off her behind. Laughing, he simply overpowered her and soon had pulled her close with his hand busy once again. All the while he held his gaze on Dan, as though daring him to interfere. Bel twice said something loud that was lost in the din of the music. Glancing at Dan, I noticed his hand moving in his lap under a napkin. He made no move to intervene. Standing, I tapped Bel on the shoulder as she rotated away from me.

“May I?”

“Thank God!” she exclaimed as her insistent partner relaxed his grip. For a moment we faced on another. Joe College turned, bowed and was lost in the crowd a moment later.

In a short while, we followed suit making our way beside the action toward the exit. I supported Jane as she walked and stumbled her way to the front of the hotel. No one spoke though Bel was clearly agitated. Since it seemed likely that waiting for a cab would take longer than walking the two blocks back to the condo, we silently set out on our trek.

I turned once or twice and was struck by how much like two strangers my brother-in-law and his wife appeared. They walked without touching, keeping two feet apart and didn’t appear to utter a word the whole trip back. I, on the other hand, supported Jane as she ‘stumble-walked’ murmuring unintelligibly from time to time. Once back, I steered Jane up the steps and toward our bedroom.

“Nightcap?” Dan had spoken for the first time since leaving the hotel. He produced a bottle of tequila that he had obviously taken from the display by the exit.

“Jane?” She moaned an answer.

“I’ll tuck her in and join you – unless you two want some time alone?”

“God no!” answered Dan a little too emphatically.

“I can use some company.” added Bel staring daggers at her husband.

Jane flopped on our bed fully clothed and seemed down for the count. I loosened her buttons but left the garment on rather than disturb her instant slumber. I moved a wastebasket near her side anticipating a rocky night for her tequila-induced sleep.

When I returned, to the living area I saw that Dan and Bel had moved to the terrace. He was pouring her a shot from the bottle van escort he had taken into the cup that still hung from around her neck. Offering my cup to be filled, I was surprised when he set it down and retreated to the kitchen. Filling my own cup, I turned to find Dan had reappeared with a salt shaker and bowl of limes from the fridge.

When he paused with his cup near his mouth, I said, “Salt first.”

He licked at his hand and gulped down the shot.

“Now lime,” I ordered as I offered him a wedge.

“Now it’s Bel’s turn,” Dan announced. He passed me the shaker. “I think you know what to do with this.” He made it sound like a challenge but his voice almost cracked with emotion.

With a sparkle in her eye, Bel said suggestively, “Do you want to do me?”

Dan moved into the shadows pulling his chair away from us. As I repeated the scene from the hotel ending with a deep soulful kiss on his wife’s lips, I could swear I heard a zipper followed by a moan. The moan belonged to Bel. “What the hell!” I thought

“My turn,” I said aloud.

When Bel reached for the salt, I covered her hand in mine stopping her and drew her to her feet. Facing me as I remained seated, her back was turned toward Dan. Holding the cup ion one hand as she poured, I reached through the slit of her dress with the other. I slowly and deliberately pressed the back of my hand against the front of her thong. Her heat and wetness was intoxicating. Her gasp gave way to a moan as I sawed the edge of my hand along her lips coating them with her juices. She bent locking her lips over mine as our tongues entwined. It took great effort not to turn her around and fuck her on the spot, bent over the table with her husband sitting five feet away.

I removed my hand and lifted it between our mouths. We both tasted her juices, tongues colliding and fighting over the last drop. In an act of sheet control, I brought the shot glass up without spilling and drained its contents. She reached for the lime, her hands trembling as she pressed it to her mouth which quickly covered mine.

“Should we do another?” Dan did not immediately reply. Bel’s heavy breathing was the only sound in the night air.

“Do you want more Dan or have you had enough?” Bel had found her voice

A grunt then a strained, “I think I want you to have another go. I’ll just sit and watch you enjoy it.”

This time I poured and positioned Bel facing her husband — he still sitting in darkness and me sitting behind his wife. I decided to assert my control. “Well then, make yourself useful. My hands are full.”

He stood with a smallish bulge in the front of his pants and the zipper obviously down. As I had spoken, I tucked her dress up to her waist at the back. He poured her shot taking his time and watching my busy hands knead the white flesh of his bride’s ass cheeks. Not a word was spoken though his breathing became a pant and his eyes never left my busy hands.

As he retreated, I commanded, “Put her cup on the table.” He stopped and obliged.

Both my hands reached between her parted legs. The pressure of my hands on her pubes pulled her back. As she rocked against my caressing hands, she bent slightly forward on shaking legs. Now the material of her thong was forced inside her. One finger from each hand forced her lips to each side of the sheer material. She moaned as Dan craned to see, still standing between his chair and the table – his view obstructed by her dress hanging loosely in front of her. Her rubbery lips oozed viscous liquid over my hands as fingers pressed into the cloth-covered opening. As I removed my insistent hands, she straightened.

“Be a gentleman and hand her her drink.”

Dan stepped forward leaving his wilting member dripping extending through the open trousers. Trance-like he stood by the table after passing her the cup. I stood. Her dress draped at the front while gaping open behind. Moving my hands over her shoulders ever so slowly, they fed her hungry mouth. I could see the fluids glistening in the dim light of the house as she devoured each finger one at a time sucking and licking her fluids.

As she moved the cup to drink, I said, “Not yet.” She stopped.

My hands cupped her breasts as she stared straight ahead at her cuckold husband. “Help her!” I turned her back to him motioning to the zipper. He responded instantly drawing it down and easing the dress from her shoulders. She stepped out of it as it pooled between us on the floor.

“Now the bra,” with shaking hands he complied. That garment joined the dress. She stood dressed in pumps and a thong that had all but disappeared as I took in the beauty of her bulging cheeks.

She shuddered when I ran my hands up and down her leg and over her ass, slipping a finger into her crack as it moved up her back and then back down again. I hooked a thumb on each side of her hips and started to draw ankara escort the thong off her ass stopping as it framed the bottom of her cheeks. Sitting, I extended my tongue letting it travel up and down her crack from behind following the trail started by my fingers.

“Should we finish it, Dan? Be careful of your answer now.”

His silent reply was to reach down to pull the wet material down her legs and over her feet raised one at a time.

“Jane?” Her loud moan was all the answer that I needed.

“Stand back and give us some room,” I ordered. Dan stood silently several feet away from the table, one hand working at his crotch. He stepped forward reaching out for her breast moving to suckle her deeply. |He groaned sucking voraciously as a short stream of precum dripped on the floor between them. I drank in the spectacular sight of her naked buttocks inviting my attention. As he groped her front, I returned my attention to the prize of her ass and the dripping lips that spread from between her spread legs.

One of his hands moved to her thighs, “You’re soaking!” he rasped

Taking control once again, I turned her away from his mouth and hands. “No. Not till I say so.” His hands dropped back to his lap as he stepped back.

I roughly hefted each breast. I fondled, pinched and pulled as she squirmed and made soft mewing sounds and did a slow dance shifting her drenched thighs together then apart.

When I stood, Bel looked crazed. I saw the same lust mirrored in her eyes. My breathing and heartbeat throbbed in my ears in a kind of blood lust that I had never before experienced.

I moved Bel to a sit on the edge of the table as I reached for the tequila. “Do you want this?”

“Please,” she murmured. Dan groaned as he tugged on his cock, no longer disguising the excitement he was experiencing.

I laid her back onto the table. I loosened my pants. Her legs splayed wide with her pelvis up-thrust. I pulled my shirt over my head. I sat facing her mound as it oozed viscous liquid, leaving a sheen on her puffy lips. Her pubes were engorged and swollen. One finger suddenly penetrated her opening and held its place deeply embedded in her velvety wetness. Her hips moved as she cried out coming for the first time this night. I placed the invading digit against her lips. She sucked it dry.

Reaching under her buttocks and forcing her pelvis to arch higher, I dribbled the liquid from the cup into her opening. The shock of its coolness brought on a new thrusting of her hips. Leaning forward and using my tongue to hold her lips apart, I poured the remainder of the glass into her. Some leaked out down her crack and pooled on my palm cradling her ass but most I captured as I sucked the mescal for all I was worth.

I stood. Pulling her into a half sitting position on the edge of the table, I bent letting the saliva, cum and tequila cascade into her mouth. Two fingers roughly penetrated her gaping hole, insistently fingering her into a paroxysm of spasms that gripped me as her cum gushed forth.

I wiped what was left of the lime over the head of my cock as Bel practically fell from the table to her knees in front of me, taking the lime then me deeply into her mouth. I couldn’t wait a minute longer for my release.

I pulled her to her feet. As she moved into me she straddled me with one leg to each side of my chair. Reaching through her open legs and cupping her ass I started to lift her onto me. Her hands encircled my neck. Steadied now, I positioned her opening against my raging cock and let her slowly come down enveloping me into her folds. Inch by aching inch I penetrated that glorious wetness. Unable to restrain myself, I plunged my full length into Bel. Her cry was unrestrained and accompanied spasms that I could feel on my shaft. Her hips rose and fell to meet my plunging rod impaling her again and again. Her cumming was continuous now. We somehow found an insane rhythm that came over me like a runaway locomotive. Her pressed down locking me in place as her ass, aided by my ever-present hands circled somehow coaxing me deeper. Before we knew it, she was lifted, supported by my hands through grasping her cheeks as hers gripped my neck. With legs locked behind me as she worked her pelvis thrusting against me as we finished an impossible dance that culminated in a cry from both of us as we fell half on the table.

As we came back to earth, the roaring in my ears gave way to a distant moaning that sounded a lot like Jane. We froze looking at one another. Glancing around, we noticed that Dan had disappeared from view.

We did not utter a word. Reality started to give way to the lust of the past hour. Another sound, this time of a door opening, caused us to stand and reach for our clothes. I gave her a chaste kiss on the lips as we headed to our rooms.

I heard her exclaim, “What the hell!” as I entered my bedroom.

I quickly disrobed. Jane was lying on her back. She had obviously tried to remove her dress, ripping it for good measure. Even her bra looked ripped as it hung off one shoulder with a strap missing.

“What the hell!” It was my turn. There were hickies and tooth marks covering her breast. On closer inspection, her panties were pulled to one side…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Finishing School For Ladies Ch. 11

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

The finale…enjoy.

*

Chapter Eleven – Business As Usual

The businessman sat in his cheap London hotel room sipping a Johnny Walker. He twiddled what appeared to be a business card between his fingers. The small black high-gloss card had the silhouette of a stylised schoolgirl with her skirt flung high showing off her stockings embossed on it in silver. Under the logo was printed the words ‘Saint Trinian’s Escorts’ followed by a phone number.

The man nervously reached for the phone, requested an outside line, and then dialled the number on the card.

The phone was answered by Sally Mackintosh who was sitting at her orderly desk in her makeshift office located in the gardener’s cottage on the grounds of Chelmsford Finishing School for Ladies. Sally conversed pleasantly with the gentleman and then hung up.

“Wendy you’re up! Raul; you’re driving!” Sally called around the cigarette dangling from her mouth.

Raul came into the office and picked up a slip with the address of the hotel written on it and walked back through the lounge room to go to the car outside. Wendy Hodgkins, halfway through a two year enrolment at the school and second in her class in academic subjects, rose from the couch, stubbed out her cigarette, and followed Raul out to the car.

Raul pulled up outside the hotel and watched Wendy all the way to the door. A few minutes later he saw her wave briefly to him from a window on the third floor. All was well and he picked up the racing form and scanned it.

In the hotel Wendy slid out of the tight blue satin-sheath dress she had been wearing and stood before the man who sat naked on the bed. Her black satin and lace, waist-cinching bustier barely contained her voluptuous figure and huge breasts, her ensemble was complete with sheer black stockings, wispy nylon panties and black highheels.

The man was very excited and summoned Wendy to join him on the bed. She knelt before him and opened a condom wrapper with her teeth and expertly put the condom on the man’s stubby erection with her mouth. It almost made him come.

She lay down on the bed and opened her legs and the skinny balding business man scooted between them, still wearing his black socks.

Wendy pulled aside the gusset of her panties and the man stabbed at her with his small fat cock until he found her entrance. When he did he almost fainted with lust. Wendy smiled and held him against her, letting him slaver at her face with sloppy kisses while his skinny bum bounced up and down.

He came quickly, howling like a banshee and Wendy smiled to herself, wondering what the occupants of the other rooms must think.

She let him finish and then extricated herself from underneath him and took off the rubber johnny, wiped him clean, and dropped the johnny in the toilet and flushed. While she was in the bathroom she quickly fixed her makeup and then squeezed back into her tight dress. She lit a cigarette while the man counted out the money on the bed. He cheekily shoved a fiver, a tip for her in addition to her fee, into her stocking top.

Wendy kissed him again and let him have a quick feel before she politely disengaged from the punter and made her way to the lift.

She was back in the car with Raul less than fifteen minutes after they’d arrived at the hotel.

“That was quick,” Raul said offering her a cigarette over the seat.

“Yeah, he’s a sweetie but he never lasts long. His missus stopped giving him sex years ago,” Wendy replied as she lit the cigarette.

She took the fiver out of her stocking and added it to the two tenners the businessman had given her in payment and handed the money to Raul.

The girls shared everything. They were well paid and there was no need to keep tips or skim from the punters.

Wendy and Raul were back at ‘The Cottage’, as it had come to be known, barely half an hour after they had left. The money Wendy had earned was locked in the safe after being carefully entered into the ledger by Sally.

Valerie’s business model was working. It operated under the name ‘Saint Trinian’s Escorts’ and was supplying call girls on a regular basis to an exclusive and trusted clientele. It provided everything from elegant social escorts, overnight stays, or hotel quickies such as the services just provided by Wendy. They still had the two ‘playrooms’ operating in the cottage, mainly for college lads who couldn’t afford a hotel room in addition to the girl’s service fee.

It was not that long after the fateful evening when Lisa had come to Valerie’s dorm and they had made love and agreed to Valerie’s proposal, that Valerie once again found herself standing out the front of the dodgy looking dilapidated building in the back streets of Moulsham.

The alley was dark and still strewn with abandoned shopping trolleys, junk food wrappers, empty beer cans and bottles, cigarette butts, and condom wrappers.

Valerie turned down the alley and her heels click-clacked on the dirty cobblestones.

“Jesus! Doesn’t gaziantep escort any cunt clean this place up?” she hissed, kicking an empty beer can out of her way.

She passed the doorway where the old prossie used to ply her wares. She’d either moved on or her daughter had taken over the family business. Her young blonde protégé was not quite as beat up as her predecessor, wearing a similar stained leopard skin mini dress with her tits nearly falling out of it. Her flesh-toned hose were laddered but at least her black high heels were in good condition and her makeup was half decent.

She was pressed against the doorway while a dodgy-looking punter held up the back of her dress and fucked her from behind. He grinned at Valerie as she passed and requested she join them. Valerie raised a finger and kept walking.

She knocked on the door that was still caked with fading and peeling blue paint, experiencing feelings of déjà vu. Steve opened the door, a smile lit up his face.

“What are you grinning at? You look like the cat that ate the canary,” Valerie stepped inside and was amazed at the transformation that had taken place since the last time she had been here.

The warehouse had been repainted and fluorescent lighting had been installed and the old tatty furniture replaced by new furniture and fittings. All the equipment looked shiny and new.

“Fuck me! This place has changed. Did you win the lottery or something?” Valerie looked around at the professional looking studio.

“Well remember that girl I told you about? Candace…err Candi Pops?” John Benstead grinned.

Valerie nodded vaguely

“Well she’s my missus now and she earns a fucking bomb. And I don’t do too bad myself so I upgraded the joint. I left the façade and the alley looking like a shithole and that throws off the Old Bill. It’s sort of camouflage” John looked pleased with himself.

“Anyway, Billy The Bottle passed on your instructions and here it is. One Batchelor Of Education in the name of Valerie Swindon,” he flourished the document as he made his way over to his new executive desk and big leather swivel chair.

As Valerie sat down opposite she noticed that the ratty chest of drawers, strewn paperwork and the stamps, ink pads, pens, glue, scissors and other detritus had disappeared. The place looked eminently professional.

John still looked good for a man in his forties. He continued to wear his blonde hair long and styled but his tan and muscled physique was now shown off by wearing an expensive open-neck body-shirt and tight slacks instead of the ratty t-shirt and jeans he used to favour. The obligatory cigarette hung out the corner of his mouth.

“Still cocksure of yourself, aren’t you?” Valerie smoothed her skirt and noticed John gaze at her legs, today clad in sheer tan pantyhose.

“Darling, the last time you were here, the final thing you said to me was: ‘You’re not as good as you think you are! You better get your shit together if you’re hoping to get together with this Pops woman.’ I took your advice,” he smiled at her, not even attempting to disguise the fact that he was ogling her.

“And does Miss Pops know that you still try to get into the knickers of every lady that comes to you for business,” Valerie said in a clipped tone.

John got up and walked around the desk and stood before her. He pulled Valerie out of her chair and held her close.

“Not every lady. Just gorgeous creatures like yourself,” he sighed and tried to kiss her.

Valerie turned her head away and began to struggle but John held her tight as she wriggled in his grasp. Her movements were exciting him and Valerie could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his slacks and her skirt. She was wearing a business suit and a satin blouse and John was trying very hard to get his hands inside said blouse.

“Stop it!” Valerie hissed and tried to stamp on his toes with her highheels.

John just grinned. His hand had found its way into her blouse and inside her brassiere. He cupped her small firm breast and tweaked her nipple and it hardened to his touch. His other hand was under her skirt fondling her buttocks; squeezing and stroking them.

“Stop it!” Valerie gasped into his mouth as it closed on hers.

She made a perfunctory attempt to stop him one final time and then surrendered and kissed him back and put her arms around him.

They kissed and rubbed against each other for a while than Valerie gently pushed him away.

“Ok loverboy, I’m in a rush so lets get this over with…and I want a hundred off the deal,” Valerie smirked.

“Oh come on Valerie you know I can’t…oh my fucking god!” John gasped.

Valerie had dropped to her knees, freed John’s penis, and taken it into her mouth.

She suckled on his hard cock, bringing it to full tumescence and then rose to her feet, bent over the desk and pulled her knickers and pantyhose down around her knees. She wiggled her buttocks seductively konya escort and offered herself to John who moved in behind her, lowering his trousers.

John used a finger to check to see if Valerie was lubricated; being in a full-time relationship with a transsexual himself he knew the importance of lubrication.

John found Valerie lubricated and judging by the jiggle she gave when he fingered her, he knew she was ready. He pressed his glans into her puckered bud and Valerie pushed back as John gripped her hips and held her as he impaled her on his cock.

Valerie was feeling quite horny herself and she stroked her penis as John slid his cock in and out of her tight anus, pressing himself into her soft buttocks as he fucked her. Valerie began to whip her hand back and forth on her erect penis and John sensed that she was about to come; she was pushing back against him and grinding her backside, ensuring his penis pressed on that special place.

John sensed her urgency and fucked her harder and faster, the thwok, thwok, thwok sounds reverberating around the warehouse drowning out their groans and gasps.

John released himself deep inside Valerie; pulling her hard against him. Valerie orgasmed and her seed splattered on the floor. John twisted Valerie’s neck so he could kiss her while he came.

Valerie gave a final shimmy and eased herself forward so that John’s penis plopped from her anus. She took a handful of tissues from the desk and wiped herself then dropped the tissues in the bin and pulled up her pantyhose and knickers, pushing her still dribbling cock between her legs as she had no gaff, then smoothed out her hose and knickers as best she could. She pulled down her skirt and straightened it. John wiped himself and pulled up his pants.

Valerie sat back down, opened her purse and touched up her makeup using the small mirror in her compact, then she lit a cigarette and took an envelope out of her purse and riffled the banknotes inside it.

John sat across from her smiling, he placed the forged Batchelor of Education into an envelope and handed it over. Valerie checked the contents of the envelope to make sure no sleight of hand had occurred and happy with the contents she took the banknotes out of her envelope, snatched one hundred pounds from the bundle, and handed it over.

“Jesus Valerie! One hundred pounds for a fuck?” he whined.

“That’s a bargain John. I’m out of the fucking for money game; I just wanted to see if you had improved any,” Valerie raised her eyebrows at him and chuckled.

“I’m sure you service Miss Pops quite adequately based on that performance,” she snickered.

“Fuck you Valerie,” John was exasperated.

“You already have darling. Time to go sorry,” Valerie smiled and raised herself out of her chair.

John watched her saunter across the warehouse to the door and shook his head.

Valerie stepped outside with a smirk on her face and a rather pleasant squishy feeling in her knickers. The prossie had finished with her punter and was leaning against the doorjamb smoking a cigarette. She waved her fingers at Valerie who waved back nonchalantly. Billy waited for her next to the Jaguar they used to ferry the girls around in, and he opened the door for her politely.

Chelmsford Finishing School for Young Ladies subscribed to the 1973 Education Act which made provisions for the operation of educational trusts. This allowed Lisa to manipulate the money coming into the school from Valerie’s businesses. But it also meant that with few exceptions the faculty had to be qualified teachers.

Valerie had just gotten around three years of university by simply getting John Benstead to forge her a BA and as Lisa headed the faculty selection board, it was easy for her transition from student to teacher. She mainly taught fashion design and deportment courses but she had a college level knowledge of English and assisted with English composition but her acumen was business and she ran business courses for the girls, which she enjoyed. Any complaints from the other teachers were dealt with quickly and quietly and, as most of the faculty had recently received substantial pay rises, they were in no mood to quibble.

Valerie, Emily and Lisa had worked their way through the faculty list of five full-time teachers who taught the academic subjects, the remaining two part-timer teachers taught lifestyle related curricula. They weaned out a couple who they though would be trouble and kept the rest.

The headmaster was a weasel named Reginald Humphrey. He was an incompetent fool who had no idea what was going in his school, mainly because he hardly spent any time there. When he did attend, his main occupation was toadying to the so called wealthy benefactors who actually provided nothing, and ogling the students and staff.

“We need him gone Lisa,” Valerie said.

“Yeah but he’s going to be difficult to remove. He’s in with the hoi polloi so I don’t know how we do it?” kayseri escort she sounded frustrated.

Valerie grinned.

“I’ve got it covered. I seduced him about a month ago and he’s been coming around to my study to get his weekly piece of arse from me every Thursday. He will undoubtedly come around this afternoon when I’m supposed to be grading exam papers and I’ll have Emily hide in the closet and film him. Blackmail seems to be the best currency when it comes to me getting my way; that and a visit from Billy the Bottle,” Valerie smiled and Lisa blushed.

And so we come back to where this story started…

The headmaster had finished fucking Valerie and he stepped into and pulled up his trousers and Valerie moved her skirt a fraction across the opaque window pane; seeing no movement outside in the corridor, she unclipped it and stepped into it. She buttoned and straightened her blouse and tucked it into her skirt.

The headmaster, ever the gentleman, zipped the back of Valerie’s skirt closed; it was after all the least he could do after fucking her.

He cleared his throat.

“I’ll see you at the staff meeting then Miss Swindon,” he said loud enough for anyone lurking in the corridor to hear.

“Yes, of course headmaster,” Valerie replied in her smoky voice that drove half of the faculty wild with lustful thoughts.

The headmaster unlatched the door and strode purposefully down the corridor looking very self-important, the files under his arm a symbol of his status.

Valerie went to the ladies toilet to rid herself of Reginald Humphrey’s semen and to smoke a cigarette. She brushed her teeth and came back to her study to find Emily Milford sitting at her desk arranging the Polaroids.

“I like these shots where you can clearly see his face while he’s fucking you. You can obviously see you are trans but you can’t see your face,” Emily grinned.

“Well done sweetheart,” Valerie kissed Emily appreciatively.

Valerie strutted out of her study and picked up Lisa Meakins on the way to the staff meeting. The headmaster was stunned when Lisa tabled a motion of no confidence in Reginald Humphrey and propose he step down from his position. He was about to filibuster pompously as he usually did, when Lisa slid the Polaroids in front of him and kicked him under the table.

Reginald Humphrey called for an adjournment which was granted and he demanded that Lisa and Valerie accompany him to his study. He was surprised when he opened the door to his study to find Billy ‘The Bottle’ Butler standing just inside.

Reginald opened his mouth to speak and Billy punched him in the stomach and the headmaster folded.

“You have nothing further to say from now on Reginald,” Valerie said, closing the door.

“You’ve had a good run, made some money and even got to fuck me a few times but your time here is over. You can go quietly with a good reference from the school.”

“Or Billy here will carry you out unconscious and visit you once a week until you have no teeth left, then he starts working on other body parts. And we send copies of these photographs to your wife and every school and college to which you apply for a position.”

“Just nod if you’ll take option one,” Valerie said.

Reginald nodded whilst still bent over; the breath knocked out of him.

“You’ve got the afternoon to pack up and leave,” Lisa said dispassionately.

“Billy; see that he leaves with no fuss.”

Billy nodded and then plonked himself in headmaster’s overstuffed chair.

Valerie and Lisa went back to the staff meeting where Lisa was voted Headmistress and Valerie, Deputy Headmistress.

Valerie took off from school early and surprised Sally who also had the evening off.

Valerie dragged Sally to the bedroom and threw her on the bed.

“We’re all done darling! We run the school now, everything is ours and we’re going out to celebrate but first we are going to fuck each other bonkers!” Valerie grinned.

Sally squealed when Valerie leapt on the bed.

They kissed each other tenderly, there was no rush. Their soft lips pressed against each other’s and tongue’s tentatively slid into mouths. The kissing gradually became frenetic, their mouths locked together, tongues entwined, bodies pressed tight and legs intertwined.

They paused briefly to dispose of skirts and blouses and fell on each other again. Valerie freed Sally’s tits from her brassiere and pinched and rolled her nipples, Sally lowered her head to Valerie’s breasts and suckled and nipped at her teats. Hands snaked down soft white bellies and found satin panties bulging with hard cock. Valerie stroked Sally’s erect penis through the layer of shiny satin making her gasp and moan.

Sally squeezed Valerie’s hard phallus through her knickers, gripping it tight and stroking it. They wanked each other’s satin sheathed cocks and returned to kissing each other; their lust becoming a smouldering yearning demon that would soon need satisfying.

In unspoken agreement they turned head to toe so they could use their mouths on each other. Valerie licked at Sally’s cock through her knickers, gently biting the shaft through the satin. She raked her hands up and down Sally’s nyloned legs, knowing that the tactile embrace on her gossamer-clad legs would drive her into a paroxysm of lust.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

His Organ, His Seed

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

This is a follow-up to “From This I Was Made,” published in the incest/taboo section 3/17/17. Reading that story first helps gain insight into this one. Both, however, can stand nicely on their own.

*

Roland King knows the drive home will take him close to a half hour, and that’s a good thing because he needs time to cool off and gather his wits about him. He knows his wife Emily will ask him why he stopped over Carrie Ann’s after work. She’ll ask this not out of suspicion but curiosity, and he better come up with a plausible answer if he wants to keep it that way. Obviously, telling the truth is no option. Telling Emily that he and their daughter made wild love wouldn’t go over too well. The shower he took over Carrie Ann’s cleansed him on the outside, washed away her lovely scent from his body. Inside, he feels less than clean. How could he feel otherwise after fucking his own daughter? Even so, he had to admit it might be the most exciting sex he ever had. He hates feeling like a pervert, yet not enough to resist another round of taboo intimacy with the sexy Carrie Ann if she is so inclined, and he has no doubt that she is.

Pulling up to his split-level home in upper-middleclass, suburban Berwyn, he’s got a ready answer for his stopover at Carrie Ann’s. It was “business related” he tells Emily upon entering the house, finding her on the stuffed white sofa in their cozy den, reading a Jacqueline Susann novel. “We needed to go over some work that we didn’t have time for in the office,” he says. He volunteers this bogus information before she even asks. She’s attired in a plain old housedress. Like Roland, she’s in her late forties, and still attractive enough to collect her share of admiring glances by men, both older and younger. She’s tall for a woman, though not as tall as her daughter, and her still young looking skin bodes well for Carrie Ann aging gracefully into middle age. Her hair, once as brown and long as Carrie Ann’s, is shorter now, shoulder length, and streaked with blond lightener. And that body, still firm and thin and the envy of her women friends sliding into middle-age sag.

He stands on the parquet floor, suit jacket slung over his shoulder, barely able to look his wife in the eye. Fishing for a diversion, he asks her about the book. “Any good?”

“Can barely put it down,” she says, crossing her legs. She looks up, hones in on his hair. “It’s not raining, is it?”

“Raining? No, why?”

She marks her place in the book and places it on her lap. Then she says, “Because your hair looks a little wet, like you’ve been out in a drizzle.”

He runs a hand through his thick, chestnut hair. “Um, so it is.” He forces a smile.

Grinning, she says, “Did you and Carrie Ann have a water gun fight or something? I remember when you two used to do that in the backyard during the summer.”

“Right,” he says, remembering very well. “Now we just lob water balloons at each other.” He forces a chuckle.

Her grin melts. “I can believe that. She was always daddy’s girl, always having more fun with you than she did with me. I’m sure you’ve become even closer since she joined the firm.” She says this more as a statement of fact than a lament.

He swallows hard. If you were more nurturing, he thinks, she’d be close to you too. “Become closer? Professionally, I suppose we have. Outside the office it’s the same.”

She nods. “Okay, well, I guess you want to take a shower. So why don’t you do that. Meanwhile, I’ll finish this chapter.” She reopens her book and begins to read.

Upstairs, he strips and jumps in the shower, his second of the evening. He’ll go to any length to allay even a hint of suspicion of what took place between himself and Carrie Ann. Any lingering scent of sex should be totally gone now, he thinks. Thoughts of Carrie Ann’s long, beautiful legs wrapped around him arouse him once again. Closing his hand around his soapy dick, he begins to stroke. He can still hear Carrie Ann’s moans ringing in his ears, can still feel her firm breasts and smooth skin, can still see her body quiver before she passed out. It doesn’t take long for him to ejaculate into the soothing jets of warm water.

Just as he steps from the shower, the door opens and there stands Emily, fully in the buff. “That book makes me very horny, Roland,” she says, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy. “There’s more steam on one page than there is in this bathroom. I know that Jacqueline Susann isn’t exactly your cup of tea. But if you ever read her, you’ll know what I mean. So, can you do me?” She reaches out and wraps her hand around his now limp dick. “I want this, Roland. So stiffen up, baby.”

He looks her over wearing a smile of shame. If only he had known, he would have saved that second orgasm for his wife while still fantasizing about his daughter. Alas, he didn’t and now he’s running on empty, unable to perform three times in as many hours as he once did. He knows he’s faced with two choices: make up an excuse or try denizli escort to “do” Emily another way. It’s been a few weeks since they last made love, a quickie on the living room rug right before they left the house to meet another couple for dinner. She’d be in a sour mood for days if he rejected her, creating the sort of tension that can make for some very unpleasant domestic relations.

Grabbing a towel, he says, “I’ll meet you in the bedroom, dear.”

“Don’t take too long,” she says, then shuts the door on her way out.

Well, there’s always my tongue, he thinks while drying his hair. He’s gotten her off that way before. The problem, though, is that she wants his dick—now, not later—something she just made perfectly clear.

When he enters the room, she’s on her side, clutching the sheet to her chest, a warm, seductive smile creasing her lips. He slips under the covers and pulls her toward him. Engaging her in a long smooch, he figures, will buy him some time. Making out like this came so naturally during the honeymoon phase of their marriage. Now, it’s a rare thing, supplanted by quick pecks on the lips or mouth, mechanical and routine. That quickie they had on the rug was rarer still, a spontaneous thing driven by a mutual explosion of lust, the epitome of perfect timing.

He’s still limp when he slides down between her legs. He never liked doing this with Emily. Her pussy, no matter what she did, always had a less than pleasant odor, far from the sweet-musty fragrance of her daughter’s. Still, he goes to work, buying time, hoping he can get her off this way. He rubs his dick against the mattress, trying his best for a third hurrah. Her groans and thoughts of Carrie Ann do something, though still not enough for him to perform. Ready or not, she’s crying for him to enter her, and not just with his tongue. The music has arrived and now he has little choice but to face it.

He moves up between her legs, supporting himself on his arms. He feels a sense of desperation flapping his barely hard cock against her wet pussy, hoping for a minor miracle. He sucks on her nipples, kisses her tummy, tugs on his cock. Nothing. “I’m trying, Emily, I’m sincerely trying,” he says.

She grunts in frustration. “Well, try harder, Roland, because I need that dick of yours. Ram it home like you did on the rug that time.”

Roland knows this will never work. In addition to being out of gas, he’s now saddled with performance anxiety. He’s had it before, knows the futility of “trying” to get an erection. Trying harder only makes things worse. He leans over and kisses her on the mouth. “I’m sorry, Emily. Guess it just isn’t my night.”

She slaps her hand over her forehead, shakes her head and breaths out a hot breath of frustration. “It figures, tonight of all nights. What did you do, jerk off multiple times today? It’s either that or you fucked someone else or you’ve suddenly developed a case of erectile dysfunction.” She sits up and shakes her head in disgust.

He sits on the edge of the bed, arms crossed against his chest. “You know better than that. I was in court in the morning, office in the afternoon and then over Carrie Ann’s, not counting the time we shared a beer at Brannon’s. And yes, okay, I jerked off in the shower. Had I known you were in the mood, I’d have jumped your bones right on the sofa.” Pause. “Give me another twenty-four hours to recharge. Then I’ll screw you silly.”

She nods. “Twenty-four hours…Roland, that sounds like an eternity to me right now. But okay, twenty-four hours it is. Assuming, of course, that I’LL be in the mood. Meanwhile, I’ll use my trusty machine. She’s always in the mood.”

He watches as she heads for the bathroom. He hears her close the door and then the whining sound of her vibrator, pleasing her in a way that tonight he can’t.

*****

Carrie Ann isn’t totally free of the moral ambiguity that Roland finds himself in. Still, it isn’t enough to quell her desire for an encore, then to dream up scenarios, hot, incredibly erotic and more incredibly naughty. Of course, the taboo factor ramps up her desire even more. Just thinking of engaging in office sex is enough to make her wet. She laughs to herself picturing how Lester Sullivan and Stephen Cromwell, two of the firm’s partners, might react if she tried to seduce them. Like Roland, they’re both middle-age and married. And, like Roland, they shoot her lustful glances, looking almost comical in their awkward efforts to be discreet.

Putting that idea slide, she focuses on getting Roland to share her fantasy. “Dad, maybe we could do something in the office,” she tells him less than a week later while walking the few blocks from their downtown office to the Circuit Court carrying brief cases and dressed in their professional attire. “You know, screw on the desk or something.”

Roland glances around, conscious of would-be eavesdroppers on the crowded sidewalk. “You don’t feel guilty diyarbakır escort about last week?”

“Not really.” Pause. “Well, maybe a little. But, as I told you, we’re still decent people who have this mutual overwhelming sexual attraction, not to mention mutual love.”

“Who just happen to be father and daughter, with the former still married to the latter’s mom.”

“Point well taken, Mr. Chairman.” She looks around when they stop at a crosswalk. Then she says, “Dad, look, we can cease and desist if you’d like. But my gut tells me that our temptation levels are nearly parallel, that you want me as much as I want you.”

“Okay, you got me,” he says as the light changes and they begin to cross the street. “Your gut is right. I can’t deny how exciting the prospect of doing office sex sounds. Only we’ll need to do it when your mom isn’t so horny.” He fills her in on his failure to perform.

She laughs. “Maybe you can hide that Jacqueline Susanne novel the day we decide to indulge. Then she won’t be so horny.”

*****

That day comes the following week after Sullivan and Cromwell head home, leaving Roland and Carrie Ann by themselves. They hadn’t talked about it further since the week before, and Carrie Ann senses that it won’t happen unless she initiates it. Roland is putting on his dark blue suit jacket to leave when she says, “So, did you hide that book yet?”

Roland looks at her curiously. “Book?”

“The Jacqueline Susanne novel.”

He chuckles. “Actually, I think she finished it.”

“Great. Then maybe we could, you know, do what we talked about.” She sits on the edge of her big walnut desk and hikes her skirt halfway up her thighs, long and smooth and now slightly tanned from being outdoors in the early June sun.

He stands by his own desk and stares. “Your mom expects me home for dinner. On time.”

She bends her knee, resting her heel on the desktop. “It’s a cliché, I know, but call, tell her you’re working late in the office. Won’t be a complete lie, you know.” She winks.

He keeps his eyes glued to her red panties, clearly visible through her pantyhose. He hesitates, then dials his home number on the office landline, leaving a message when it goes into voicemail. After slipping off his suit jacket, he approaches her. “This is really bad behavior. You know that, right?”

“Ah, but so irresistible.” She puts her leg down, slides off the desk and embraces him. “Ohmygod, dad, you haven’t even touched me yet and already I’m soaked.”

He slides his hand up her skirt and then shoves it inside her panties. “Whew! You are that.”

She reaches back, unclips her hair and then shakes it until it falls below her shoulders. Then she kicks off her heels and hikes up her skirt to her waist. “I’ll let you do the honors,” she tells him.

“Honors?”

“Peeling off my pantyhose and then my knickers, as the Brits call them. Let’s just hope I don’t drip all over the office carpet.”

He pushes his thumbs inside her panties and pulls them down in one fluid motion. Not waiting for her to do the “honors” on him, he steps out of his black wingtips. Then he loosens his belt, kicks off his dress pants and throws off his Hanes boxer shorts.

Wrapping her hand around his fully erect cock, she says, “Geeze, dad, looks like you’ve done the work for me.” Even so, she stoops down and takes his sex in her mouth. A few strokes into it, she opens her blouse, unsnaps her bra and tosses it aside.

The sight of her doing this, with her skirt hiked up around her waist and her boobs hanging out her open blouse, sends him into erotic overdrive. “Keep this up and you’ll make me shoot my wad before I even enter you,” he says. Placing his hands under her armpits, he pulls her up and onto the desk. Spreading her legs, he leans over to return the favor, reveling in the now familiar sweet-musky fragrance as he lances his tongue through the wetness of her hot pussy and swollen clit.

“Ohmygod, oh my,” she cries, flat on her back across the desk, eyes closed, lost in the moment. “You’ve become quite adept at this.”

So adept that it takes but a couple minutes before her heavy breathing morphs into cries of uninhibited joy under the dizzying, pulsating sensations of her climax. The room, with its classy wood-paneled walls and fancy office furniture, seems to spin when he pulls her off the desk and into his arms. “You came, I take it,” he says glibly.

She shakes her head to clear it and steps back. “Is the pope Catholic? Hell yeah I came! And I plan to come again once you put your wonderful appendage in me.” Taking his hand, she leads him over to a black leather sofa. She throws her blouse off but keeps her skirt on, hiked up and bunched around her waist. After hopping on the sofa on all fours, she says, “So do it! Fill my hot, hungry pussy. Make me come again.”

Standing to his full height of six-three, he slips his “wonderful appendage” antalya escort into her and then begins to move in a discernible rhythm, a slow start with fits of acceleration, filling the room with little sound but her loud moans and the whiplash crackle of flesh slapping against flesh. Standing behind her affords him a different view from the one he had doing missionary—the lovely contour of her firm butt and the gentle curved sweep of her back, with strands of her silky brown locks covering much of it. Even from this angle, he can smell the sweet fragrance of her skin, soft and blemish-free save for a few tiny moles.

“Give it to me, dad, give it to me,” she orders in tone and cadence that might make a drill sergeant proud. “Ohmygod, oh lord. You’re cock is driving me insane, absolutely, fucking insane!

As if he isn’t high enough, her “dialogue” takes his libido to stratospheric heights. So far, he’s resisted the urge to climax, savoring every morsel of this special time. He knows climax is a bit of a misnomer anyway, for the orgasm is really a kind of anti-climax, the thing that drops precipitously within seconds as opposed to the relatively long wave of the buildup. Pleasure delayed is pleasure multiplied exponentially as he learns in spasms of gratification, explosive and superb.

“Not yet, don’t pull out yet,” she pleads, on the edge of O number two. “I’m almost there.”

He stretches his focus, somehow finds the will to stay in long enough through the tingling, semi-painful aftershocks for her to get “there.”

They both collapse on the sofa in each other’s arms, hugging and smooching, their bodies hot and sweaty, adding sweet sweat to the olfactory mix—the distinctive, pungent smell of sex on fresh leather. “If only Lester and Stephen could see us now,” she says. “Guess we’ll need to wipe this down before we leave.”

“Lester and Stephen might want you for themselves,” he says, reaching for the disinfectant wipes. “Your mom, on the other hand, would shoot us both if she ever found out.”

She nods, attuned as she is with his concerns of facing Emily. “She won’t find out. What happened on this sofa stays on this sofa. Metaphorically, of course.”

*****

Carrie Ann knows that Emily King, her mom, loves her. Years ago, when she was growing up, she had her doubts. Now, with the insight that comes with maturity, Carrie Ann realizes that people love in different ways. She can no longer fault her mom for lacking the nurturing instincts of her dad. For whatever reason, Emily simply doesn’t have the capacity to nurture her in ways that children crave but don’t always get. When Carrie Ann was growing up, it wasn’t a lack of responsibility on Emily’s part, for she made her daughter’s lunches, helped her with homework, took her to the doctor’s, etc. Missing were warm hugs and goodnight kisses and soulful talks, the stuff Roland did, the stuff that comes so easy to him but not so easy to Emily.

Carrie Ann is reconciled to never being as close to her mom as she’d like. In fact, both of them sometimes talk about it openly, as they do on this night during Emily’s visit to her daughter’s townhouse for a mother-daughter dinner. The meal is over, the dishes washed and put away.

“You are indeed daddy’s girl,” Emily admits. “However, I’ve always loved you. I just can’t express it the way your dad can.”

Carrie Ann stifles a laugh. If only you knew how right you are, she thinks. Reaching across the space between them on the sofa, she takes her mom’s hand. “Look, I know you love me, mom, and I love you too. We’ve had our battles in the past. But I hold nothing against you now.” Briefly, they kiss. Then Carrie Ann’s cell goes off. “It’s one of our clients,” she says. “Ordinarily, I’d ignore it but we’ve been playing phone tag for a couple days. Hopefully, it won’t take too long.”

After Carrie Ann goes off to take the call in her bedroom, Emily leafs through a pile of books on the coffee table to kill time. As is typical, the books are large, one on modern art, another on interior design, another on the history of cinema. Under the movie book is something that looks like an address book, about five inches wide, eight inches long, red, hard-covered and untitled. Upon opening it, she knows right away what it is, a diary. Quickly, she puts it down, stares at it for a few seconds, and then picks it up once again. Carrie Ann must have left it here by mistake, she thinks. She flips through the pages, her curiosity usurping her respect for her daughter’s right to privacy. She catches just a glimpse of the contents until she sees something scrawled across the top of one of the pages in big, bold letters: “His Organ, His Seed.” She blinks, then reads what appears to be a three-line poem under it:

The man whom for years I longed for Took the organ that helped create me And passed his seed from which I was made into me

She reads it repeatedly, not sure what to make of it, yet all too aware of what it looks like. She’s so engrossed that she doesn’t hear Carrie Ann coming down the hall until she’s just steps from the living room. By then it’s too late, for Carrie Ann catches her tossing the diary on the table like a naughty kid caught by the teacher.

Carrie Ann, arms folded against her chest, says, “Find anything interesting in there, mom?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Park Pt. 02

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Blowjob Porn

It was a week before the boy’s cock was ready for more action, his dick being quite sore from all the action at the park. This time we would try something totally different that he had never done before, I had a plan in place where he would have some fun and be used at the same time. I never told him anything about what I had planned only that I would pick him up or so he thought.

We decided a Saturday night would be best, he was out with friends at a coffee shop, he told me where he would be at all times so I knew where I could find him. I pulled up to the coffee shop, his face dropped when I walked in, I looked around the room, saw him sitting way at the back with his friends, no one really took notice of me except for him. He knew it was time and I was not taking no for an answer.

I walked up to his table, his friends all looked at me, I looked directly at him,

“Is your name Paul? Paul Thomas?” I asked with a serious look on my face.

“Why who is asking? Who the hell are you pal?” His friend asked rudely.

I grabbed him by the back of his jacket, stood him on his feet,

“Put your hands on the table son!” Raising my voice to get his and others attention.

I patted him down to check for weapons.

“Do you carry a concealed weapon son?” I asked roughly.

“No sir I don’t!” He replied sheepishly.

I took out the cuffs and handcuffed him and led him to my car. I threw him in the backseat, his friends followed us out, one shorter kid gets in my face,

“Who the fuck are you man?” He asks me with concern for his friend.

I grabbed him by the coat, pushed him up to the wall,

“I’m the cop that is going to bust your ass if you ask anymore stupid questions son!” I told him terrifying the kid.

The kid backed down, the rest did not push it. I drove directly to the local bathhouse, the boy was going to be tonight’s flavor of the night. I brought him in still in cuffs, paid the guy for a room, stripped the boy naked with the bursa escort door open I wanted all to see what I had for them to play with. I put him back in handcuffs, totally naked, I brought him through the bathhouse for all to see, his big cock flopping all over the place.

I found a dark corner for him to be in, I got him on his knees, tied his hands to his ankles with rope, he would be on his knees for the night servicing any and all who shoved a cock his way. I took a seat so I could witness the action, most guys were shy or nervous, but soon they lined up to use the boys mouth. The odd guy got down and sucked the boys cock, some even tried to get to his ass,

“Sorry boys his ass is mine and only mine!” I told them forcefully.

Paul’s first cock was average in size, nice cock actually, he sucked big ones small ones, old and young, he did not say no to any, even the front desk guy had his cock sucked. He would be filled full with cum by the end of the night. There was one man tall, shy, walked by a few times but would not commit to letting the boy suck his cock. He walked up to me and asked

“Is he yours!” He asked quietly.

“Yes he sure is I kidnapped him tonight, he will be here for a few more hours then I plan to fuck the boy hard, be nice to have a cock in his mouth while I do that!” I said smiling at the man.

“I would love to fuck his mouth while you fuck his pretty ass, but can we do it in a more private location?” He asked shyly.

“My room in an hour room twelve, he should be all sucked out by then!” I smiled and shook his hand.

Paul was on fire no sooner did one cock come out of his mouth another was in to replace it, all I got from Paul is a grin when his mouth was empty. The hour went by quickly, Paul had two more cocks to suck then I would take him to my room and have my fun with him.

“Last two guys he has other plans after this, you all can come watch us spit roast the boy, he malatya escort will be taking two big cocks from each end!” I said with pride.

At least I hoped this guy had a big cock, I was sure he had to at least have an average cock. Paul quickly got thru the last two guys, two others wanted at him but he was now mine to play with,

“Room twelve guys you can watch but it will only be two of us playing with him!” I told them sternly.

I untied Paul and led him to the room, his knees and legs were sore but he was up for more. After drinking a bottle of water and walking around to get his legs working again he was ready, the guy who would feed him his cock showed up, I had the boy get my cock hard, we lubed up his ass, showing the people watching what a pretty ass it really was. Once hard I worked on getting his ass loosened up, his cock was dripping precum all over the place, a few volunteers offered to clean him up.

“Sorry guys his cock is off limits, he gets fucked from both ends, I want his cock dripping precum all over the place!” I told them.

I lubed up my cock placing it to his hole, he said he had been fucked twice before but I was not sure that was completely honest. It took some time but I finally got my cock lodged in him, sunk to the base. I slowly pulled out, then slid right back in,

“Feel good boy?” I asked with concern for the boy.

“Yes sir it sure does!” He said beaming with pride.

Our third guy walked up to him dropped his towel, I have never seen a cock that was so huge in my entire life, the boy grabbed it he could not close his hand around it, Paul pulled this massive cock to his mouth, lapping away all the precum accumulated there. He peeled back the foreskin, licking away at the shiny knob, the man had an amazing cock for sure. Paul took the mans cock head in his mouth not being able to take in more, try as he may the cock was to big in size to be swallowed down the boys throat.

I çanakkale escort fucked the boy gentle at first, but he soon wanted it harder, faster, he wanted his hole fucked hard, I pounded the boy, I could see my friend wanted at his hole, I pulled out with a pop,

“Want a go at his ass?” I asked our new friend.

He did not even reply he simply pulled out of the boys mouth and pointed his huge cock at his hole, with a little pressure his cock slowly slipped in the boys hole. You could clearly see it was more than the boy had anticipated. The man was nice he held his cock there till the boys ass was ready for the huge invasion. I got in position, the boy had my cock deep inside his mouth, when the man pulled out and slowly pushed back in the boys mouth would open wide, not sure if it was pain or pure pleasure but he did not complain, he took it like a man.

We fucked him for some time, I could see the man was on the edge the boys tight hole was taking its toll on the mans huge penis, his pace soon quickened, he held the boys hips firmly, pistoning his cock in and out of the boys tight hole.

“Oh fuck yes take it, take my big cock son, take Daddy’s big load of cum son!” The man said clearly on the edge of orgasm.

The man hammered the boys hole, I could see the pain in his face, but he aimed to please the man, the man flooded him with cum, his load huge. He admitted later he had a hard time to find a man who could take his huge penis, orally or anally, he thanked me and the boy over and over. Once gone I got down to fucking the boys mouth, others wanted to join but the answer was still no.

I soon blew a massive load down the boys throat and mouth, he had cum dripping from both ends now, he sat on the floor catching his breath,

“So did you enjoy it?” I asked him like I did not really know the real answer.

“Sir it only gets better and better!” The boy boasted.

“Your friends will be asking you all kinds of questions for sure now!” I told him with a sly grin.

“Oh my yes I forgot about that I really hope he did not call my Mom!” The boy said with concern.

We showered and were on our way, I dropped him off so he could get his car, he had a lot to explain they did call his parents, he dreaded going home.

“Till next time son!” I said as I drove away.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Assistant Ch. 05

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Blowjob

Note from Author: This chapter is a bit long, and is not a quick “jerk off read.” But, I think you’ll be happy with the end of the chapter. This chapter also sets up future chapters, so it is important to the story.

*****

“Good morning, Vickie!” Aimee said as she entered her office.

Victoria was standing next to the filing cabinet looking through the top drawer. “Good morning,” replied Victoria. “Go on in, he’s expecting you.”

Aimee cupped her mouth over her hand so that her voice would not be heard through the door to Adam’s office. “Wearing panties today?”

Victoria didn’t answer but instead grabbed the hem of her skirt and flipped up the back showing Aimee her naked butt.

“Me either!” Aimee lifted her skirt to show Victoria her perfectly waxed vagina, with only a hint of blond pubic hair above.

“Hey, the carpet matches the drapes!” exclaimed Victoria.

“One hundred percent natural, baby!” Aimee grabbed her breasts to drive home the point.

Victoria laughed and said, “You’d better knock and go on in.”

Aimee walked to Adam’s door, knocked, and went in without waiting for a reply. “Hey, boss. How they hanging?”

“How they hanging? How they hanging? What kind of greeting is that?”

“Well, did we get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”

“How they hanging?” Adam was now shaking his head.

“Okay, how about we start over. Good morning, Dr. Grey. How are you this morning?”

Adam smiled at Aimee. “Much better. Good morning, Aimee. I am fine, thank you.”

“Old people are so weird!” It was Aimee’s turn to shake her head and roll her eyes. “What time did you want to take off today?”

“We can go whenever you’re ready. Have you packed a bag?”

“I packed last night so we could go right after class. My bag is back at my house. I thought I’d bring my laptop, too.”

“Okay, why don’t I just give you a ride over there and we can leave from your house?” Adam was already getting up as he asked the question. He walked over to the couch, grabbed a small overnight bag, picked up his laptop case, and started heading for the door. “Vickie, we are going to take off for Los Alamos.”

“Okay. Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Aimee turned to Victoria and asked, “Is there anything you won’t do?” while throwing her a wink.

“Let me think…uh, come to think of it, no, there isn’t anything that I won’t do.”

Adam was surprised by the exchange and said, “Well, haven’t you two become chummy?”

The girls laughed and Victoria said, “You have no idea.”

Adam looked confused but decided not to ask. Now they’re having sex, too? This is like a porno film where everyone does everyone else. There must be something in the water.

When Adam and Aimee reached the faculty parking lot, Adam put his bags in the back, slammed the rear cargo gate, and then walked over to open the passenger door for Aimee. You know, Claudia’s right. College men are boys. I’ve never had a date open a door for me.

Aimee had to climb up to get into the front seat of the Jeep, forcing her to spread her legs a lot further than she should have in the short skirt she was wearing. Adam got a good look at her pussy as she climbed in. She’s not wearing panties! I hope she realizes that we are going to Los Alamos to work, not to fuck all day.

The drive to Aimee’s house was only about 4 minutes, and that was only because Adam had to drive around the campus to get to the other side. Aimee said, “I’ll be right out,” as she jumped out of the front seat.

When she got to the third floor, she found Claudia lying on her bed studying. “Claudia, you want to see the man I was telling you about? Come over hear and look down onto the street out front.”

Claudia got up and walked to the window, standing next to Aimee. From this distance all she could see was a fairly nice looking guy in a black Jeep Grand Cherokee. “What’s his name?”

“You know I can’t tell you that! He’d get into trouble. Okay, gotta go.” She kissed Claudia on the lips, smacked her on the butt, grabbed her bag and her laptop, and took off through the door. “Love ya!” she shouted as the door slammed behind her.

When Aimee came out of the front door, Adam jumped out of the front seat and walked around the Jeep to open the cargo gate for Aimee. Claudia was still watching from the third story window. “What a hunk?” Claudia thought to herself. “I’ve never seen him before, so he has to be one of those history nerds.”

Sensing that Claudia was watching, Aimee waved up at the window as she walked around to her door. Adam, who was standing there with her door open asked, “Who are you waving at?”

“Oh, no one. Just my roommate. Claudia.”

Adam looked up at the third story window and although he couldn’t see anyone up there through the glare, he waved too.

The ride to Los Alamos was boring and Aimee dozed off even before they got out of the Albuquerque area. Once they were out of the city traffic, Adam looked over to admire the teenager sitting next to him. Aimee had reclined izmir escort the chair to help her sleep. The seatbelt was cutting across her chest, accenting the size of her breasts. She was wearing a tight, white shirt with spaghetti straps. With every bump, her breasts jiggled up and down. He could see the outlines of her areola’s dark circles under the white fabric. The air conditioner was blowing cold air into the front of the Jeep, which was causing her nipples to get hard and in turn, his dick to get hard. Adam chastised himself. “We are going up there to work. I have to get this book written or the granting agency will never give me more money.” He tried to focus on the road, but he found himself staring at the tan legs emerging from underneath her short skirt. He considered trying to raise the fabric of her skirt to get a peek, but decided that only a pervert would raise a lady’s skirt without her permission, especially a teenager’s skirt. Suddenly he realized that he had no idea how old she really was. Can’t be older than eighteen or nineteen. Oh shit, she can’t be seventeen, can she?

As Adam approached the exit for US-285 off of I-25, he slowed the car as to not jostle Aimee too much. But, as the car slowed she opened her eyes. “Are we there already?” she asked, stretching her arms high over her head.

“No, not yet. We have about forty miles to go. Go back to sleep if you like.”

Aimee closed her eyes and rolled her head towards the passenger side window. “I like it when you stare at my breasts.”

How in the hell does she always know when I’m looking at her tits? This girl must have an extra set of eyes hidden on her body somewhere! “Go back to sleep.”

“Where are we staying in Los Alamos?”

“The Holiday Inn Express on Trinity Drive offered to take the State rate, so we have to use them.”

“Do they have a pool? I brought my suit.”

“No, but they do have a whirlpool, dry sauna and a fitness center. But, what is even more important is, they have wireless Internet access in every room.”

Aimee made as monotonous a voice as she could muster to show her lack of enthusiasm for the Holiday Inn Express. “Ooh, wow, we’ll be able to check our e-mail. I’m so excited.”

Adam was not amused. “Hey young lady, this is not a vacation. We are working and Internet access is way more important than a swimming pool.”

Aimee was surprised by his tone, but quickly realized that he was right. “I’m sorry. Of course you are right. I really am excited about this opportunity. It’s just that the semester is almost over and I need a break. I promise to work hard. I really do want to learn how to do research from you.”

Adam was impressed by her little speech. “Good girl. I know you won’t let me down. You are a very intelligent young lady and I’m glad you’re working with me. After several quiet minutes Adam wanted to lighten the tone of the conversation. “How do you know when I’m staring at your breasts?”

Aimee looked over at Adam with a big smile on her face. “Honestly, I don’t know when men are looking at my breast, but what I’ve found is that all men, and I mean all men look at them whenever they think I’m not looking at them. So, the other day in your office, when I bent over your desk and suddenly realized that you were getting a great view of my cleavage, I knew that you wouldn’t be able to not look. And, just a few minutes ago when I woke up, I realized that my nipples were poking out because I got cold while I was sleeping, so again, I knew that you’d be sneaking peeks at them. I mean, I don’t mind at all, if the man treats me like a person and only glances at them or only stares when I’m not looking. That’s only natural. I do mind, however, when guys just stare at them, like my eyes are down there or something.”

“I noticed the other day in my office that you don’t have any tan lines. Do you lay out topless?”

“No, I’m a member of a gym and they have a tanning booth. I don’t have any tan lines.” Aimee lifted the edge of her skirt and showed Adam the side of her thighs and butt.

“You’re not very shy, are you?”

“About nudity and sex? No. It’s all natural fun to me. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t sleep around with a lot of guys. I had a couple of experiences in high school, and, I’ve only slept with a few guys since I left high school, but they were all jerks. One even went around telling all of his buddies how he bagged me. One of my girlfriends heard it from her boyfriend. College boys are just that, boys.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Adam focused on the road for a minute trying to figure out how to ask the following question without sounding like her father. Finally he decided there was no way to make it pretty so he just asked, “But Aimee, you seem pretty experienced…I mean, you don’t…you didn’t…”

“Give a blowjob like a nineteen year old?” Aimee finished his question for him.

“Well, yeah.”

“Let’s just say I had a good teacher and leave it at that. Okay?”

“Sure. Fine. I respect your privacy. By the way, mersin escort how old are you?”

“I’ll be twenty in two weeks, on the sixth.”

“Oh, really? Well then Leslie and I will have to have you out for a birthday party. What day is the sixth?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s on a Sunday this year. Would it be alright if I brought Claudia with me?”

“Sure, and bring your swim suits. Unlike the Holiday Inn, we do have a pool.” Adam slowed the Jeep and turned the wheel sharply into the parking lot. “Here we go. One Holiday Inn Express with high speed Internet access!”

Aimee laughed. As they entered the lobby the lady behind the counter looked a little more than bored. “Welcome to the Holiday Inn Express on Trinity. Do you have a reservation?”

“Uh, yes we do. We are from Albuquerque State University. My secretary called ahead, I’m Dr. Adam Grey. We should have reservations for two rooms.”

The clerk began to tap away on the keys of her computer. “Is that gray with an ‘A’ or grey with an ‘e’?”

“With an ‘e’.”

“Oh, yes, here we are. Your secretary asked for adjoining rooms, but I told her I could offer you a suite at the same price as two rooms. She said that would be fine.”

That Vickie. She deserves another spanking! The thought caused his penis to swell slightly. “Yes, that will be fine,” he finally managed. “I’ll be charging this on my university credit card. It’s an American Express.”

As they were heading up the elevators to their suite, Adam said, “We’ll just drop our bags in the room, grab a quick bite to eat, and head out to the library. They’re expecting us at two o’clock.”

The suite was large, with a central sitting room that contained a couch, a recliner, a TV, a desk, and a round conference table with four chairs. Both the desk and the table were wired for DSL high speed Internet access. There were two bedrooms off of the central sitting room, with a large bathroom that contained a separate bathtub and shower. Adam asked, “Which bedroom do you prefer?”

“Do we really need both of them?” Aimee replied.

“Aimee! We discussed this in the car. We are here to…”

“…work,” Aimee finished his sentence for him. Amy lowered her head and stuck out her lip. “I’m a bad girl.” She paused for a second, and then turned and said, “I’ll take this one here that is closer to the bathroom.”

After lunch, they drove out to the Preservation Society’s brand new library that had been built just to house these new documents. There was only one other car in the parking lot when they pulled up to the building. “It won’t be open to the public for almost two more years. They want to give historians a chance to go through all the documents first. I had to make an appointment with the curator; I think she is only here when someone is using the facility.” A middle-aged woman wearing a dark red business style dress met them at the front door.

“Dr. Grey I presume,” she said, presenting her hand to Adam. “I’m Dorothy Irving, head curator for the Preservation Society.”

“Mrs. Irving, nice to meet you. This is Aimee Jameson, my assistant.”

Mrs. Irving shook Aimee’s hand and said, “Please come in and we’ll get you situated.” The front door led into a large area that would eventually be a receiving area for the general public. Behind a glass door, they could see the stacks containing the recently declassified documents related to the Manhattan Project. “Okay, first we need to get each of you a security card. This will allow you into the stacks, and will allow you to use the computerized retrieval system.”

She took digital photos of each of them and attached them to a thick plastic card. “This card will open the front door and deactivate the security system. Follow me and I’ll show you how to use it.” She led them to the front door, stepped out, and the door closed with a solid slam. “Okay, we are now locked out. If the security system senses that no one is inside for 15 minutes, it will automatically turn itself on. So, if you are working late and decide to go grab a bite to eat, then the security system will be on when you get back. Do you see this green solid light here?” Mrs. Irving pointed to a small light above a flat panel. “That light tells you that the system is currently not on. If we wait fifteen minutes, which we won’t in this heat,” she laughed at her own joke, “then it would turn itself on. Now, if you sweep your card over this panel, the alarm will be switched off and the door will unlock for five seconds. Like this.” She swept the card across the panel and they were greeted with a buzz. Mrs. Irving pulled the door open. “Now, to open the inner door the security is a little more serious. Not only do you have to have the card, you have to know a code, too. Each of you will be able to choose a six number code that you can remember. Please step this way.” She walked over to a computer, typed in a series of codes and commands and then said, “Dr. Grey, please insert your card into that slot. Yes, that one right there. Good, now come sakarya escort over and type a six number code that only you and this computer will know.” Adam walked to the computer and typed in a code. Next, she said, “Please remove your card. Thank you. Okay Miss Jameson, your turn.” Aimee followed the same procedure as Adam.

“Okay, great. Now follow me into the stacks room and I’ll teach you how to use the system.” She led them to the door that had an identical flat panel as the one outside, but also had a keypad underneath it. The red light was flashing indicating that the security system was on inside the room. “Oh, one other thing. If you forget your code and enter into this keypad wrong twice in a row, the outer door will lock and the system will call the sheriff.” Adam and Aimee looked at each other in surprise and then at Mrs. Irving. “Yeah. Don’t forget your code.”

After allowing Adam and Aimee to each try out their cards and codes, she led them into the stacks. It was cold in the room and the humidity was very low, even for the desert. “The climate control system ensures the documents will remain in as good a shape as when they were delivered to us. I’m afraid some of them aren’t in too good a shape, and you will be very dirty at the end of the day rummaging through these dusty old documents. But, it’s worth it.” She winked at Aimee to drive home the point.

“Okay, this is a computerized retrieval system. If you insert your card in that slot, then you will automatically be logged into the system.” Adam inserted his card and the computer screen immediately changed from the screen saver, which depicted the symbol for The Manhattan Project Preservation Society, to ‘Welcome to the MPPS Retrieval System. User: Dr. Adam Grey.’

“Very impressive,” Adam said, turning towards Aimee for confirmation.

“Well, you haven’t seen anything yet. The system is designed to search for any match using Boolean logic and hierarchical filing. So, for instance let’s do a quick search. Say for instance you are interested in the menu of food served in the mess hall on a certain date.” She went to the keyboard and typed, ‘Menu AND Lunch AND December 5, 1944.’ She hit ‘Return’ and immediately the computer screen read, ‘There is one document matching your request.’ The word ‘one’ was a hyperlink. Mrs. Irving clicked on it and the document identification number flashed on the screen. It too was a hyperlink. “Now, you have two choices,” she said. If the document has been digitized, and by the way the menus for the cafeteria are not typically digitized; we only did that one for an easy demonstration document. Anyway, if you click on the document identification number, you will be given the option of reading a PDF of it, or if you click ‘See Original’ you will be directed to the stacks.” Mrs. Irving clicked ‘See Original.’ Suddenly, Adam and Aimee heard an alarm sound, and then an automated ladder with a flashing red light on it started moving down a track on one of the rows of stacks. Simultaneously, a sign above row 13 lit up that read, ‘Dr. Adam.’ “When we have more than one historian in here searching, things can get confusing.” She picked up a piece of scrap paper and wrote down the document identification number. “Now, if you’ll follow me.” They walked down aisle 13 to where the ladder had automatically stopped.” She said, “Document number M13.8123.R is on the top shelf. No need to climb up there. I’m sure you’ll trust me that they had chili con carne that night at the cafeteria.” They all laughed.

“So, do either of you have any questions?”

Adam looked at Aimee, who shook her head at him. “Sounds straightforward to me.”

“Well, then good. I’ll leave you two alone. My home number is by the phone in the outer office if you need me.”

“Thanks so much. The system is very nice and appears to be easy to use.”

“Well, if it hadn’t had been for the generosity of ExxonMobil, we wouldn’t have such a nice system. Okay, I’ll be going then. Good bye.”

With that Adam and Aimee were left to start their project. Adam showed Aimee how to do searches that were the most useful, limiting the amount of uninteresting stuff and narrowing in on the gems. Adam narrowed down his first search to three documents that he wanted. The alarm sounded and the ladder started moving. “Come on, let’s see what we’ve got.” When they reached the ladder, the document was located on the next to the top shelf, about 16 feet off the ground.

“I’ll climb up there,” Aimee said. She jumped on the ladder and started scrambling up as Adam watched from below. He quickly realized that he could see up her skirt, and was likewise reminded that she wasn’t wearing panties. He tried not to look but then thought, “oh what the hell? She wants me to look anyway.” As she was climbing he could see the folds of her pussy. When she reached the top of the ladder and stopped to search for the document, all he could see was the where her legs met at the rounded curve of her lower butt. Very, very nice. Adam, you must resist and get work done!

As the afternoon turned into evening, the two of them developed a system: Adam always allowing Aimee to scurry up the ladder in search of the document, while she handed them down to him. Adam actually found that he was a little disappointed when they found that the document was digitized or located on low shelf that did not require the use of the ladder.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Fender Bender Ch. 06

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

Author’s Note: The following is purely fiction and the property of the author. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated.

*

My name is Robert, but when I am dressed I call myself Vicki. I am 5’9″ 160 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had just turned 18.

Mom and Curt had been home form their vacation for almost a week and I hated it. Sure I was glad to see my Mom but with them around I had to revert back to being Robert most of the time.

I had spent the week they were gone as Vicki, my Feminine persona. I had been caught dressed as Vicki by Mark and Susan when I accidentally hit their SUV with my step-dad’s car. It was a wild and fun week as they helped me explore what it was like to be a young woman. I had even went on a couple of dates with Mike, a friend of mine.

One of the few bad things about the last week was that my closest friend Gary found out that I wore panties and he had not returned any of my calls since that night.

One afternoon I decided I was going over to his house and stay there until he talked to me. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I knocked again still nothing. I was sure Gary was home and I decided to knock one more time.

I raised my hand to knock when the door flew open and there stood Gary. He was giving me a cold stare as he asked, “What are you doing here?”

When I finally spoke I could not stop, “Uh Gary please, I just wanted to say I am sorry. I never meant for anyone to find out. I am sorry if I embarrassed you in front of Mike, I am sorry if you hate me. I am just sorry about everything.”

I was trying not to cry as I continued, “Please Gary you are my best friend and I have missed you.”

His stare seemed to soften and he whispered, “I missed you too.”

We stood there in silence until I asked, “so where do we stand? If you want, I will leave and not bother you again but I just had to apologize.”

After a minute he told me to come inside. He said he really had planned on calling me and talking but it had not been a good week for him.

I asked what did he mean and he told me “I thought I had lost you as a friend because I acted like an idiot and then Janet broke up with me.”

Janet was the closet thing that Gary had ever had to a girl friend. She was his Internet girl friend. They had never met and he had only talked to her a couple of times on the phone. She lived in California and we live in North Carolina.

Gary told me the story about how she had met someone local and thought it was best if they “broke up” so he could find someone closer.

Without thinking I put my hand on his arm and told him that he would find someone and not to give up hope. He smiled at me.

Gary then told me how on top of everything he had gotten fired from his part-time job and that his Mom was on his case. We talked for several minutes and then my cell phone rang, it was Mom telling me that supper was ready and I needed to come home.

I told Gary I had to go but that I was glad that we were working out our problems and that we were still friends, he smiled and said he was glad also. We agreed to get together later in the week and play video games like we always did. ______________________________________________________________

A couple of days later Gary called and invited me over. When I got there His mom let me in and asked where I had been since she had not seen me in a while.

I really didn’t know what to say so I just mumbled something about being busy while my parents were out of town. She yelled for Gary to come down stairs and then apologized that she was in such a hurry. She was taking Gary’s younger sister to the mall across town.

After Gary came down we decided to go outside and play basketball. We had been shooting around for almost thirty minutes when the sky grew dark and it started thundering in the distance. We headed back inside.

Later We were in his room playing a video game in which we were killing aliens and I noticed that Gary kept glancing at me then looking away. Finally I caught him staring. I asked him what he was looking at.

He blushed and then started apologizing. He said he could not help it but he guess from now on that when he saw me he would wonder if I was wearing panties.

I told him that as a matter of fact that I was not wearing any today because I did not want to offend him. He actually seemed disappointed.

That is when Gary started asking me questions about my cross dressing. I told him how I had been doing it for a couple of years and he asked if I had a feminine name and told him it was Vicki.

Gary really surprised me when he asked if Vicki was still a virgin. I decided to be honest with him and told him about some of the things that had happened over the last week. I left out the details about what was going on between Mike and myself.

Gary admitted that while I was telling him the details it had gotten him excited and after I left he would have to look at pictures from the Internet and take care of his little mardin escort problem. From the bulge that had appeared in his shorts, it was not so little.

Gary then asked if there was any pictures of Vicki all dressed up and I told him no, there was no pictures of Vicki.

All of a sudden it came a crash of thunder and the lights flickered and finally the power went out. It was dark in the house and we went down stairs to hunt a flashlight but could not find one so Gary went into the dining room and came back with some candles and matches.

When he lit the candles I had to admit it gave off a romantic glow and I caught myself wondering if Gary was a good kisser. Gary knew of my fear of thunder and lightning and he assumed that was what I was thinking about as he told me it would be ok.

With the power off the temperature in Gary’s room was rising and it did not help with him standing so close to me that I could fell his body heat and smell his cologne. I looked into his eyes and smiled shyly. When thunder boomed again I almost jumped out of my skin.

Gary said he wished there was something we could do to take my mind off of the storm but with the power off there was not much to do but to talk or maybe listen to the radio.

As we talked the conversation kept coming back to me dressing as Vicki. Gary said he was sorry if it embarrassed me but he had to ask if I like fooling around with Mark and did I enjoyed giving him a blow job.

I was glad it was dark so he could not see how bad I was blushing when I nodded my head and said that I did enjoy sucking his cock.

Gary looked into my eyes and said that he bet I made a real sexy girl when I was all dressed up. I hesitated then I gave Gary my sexiest smile and asked if Gary wanted to meet Vicki some time. Of course he said yes. I told him that it might be a while before I could dress up as Vicki again since my parents were home from vacation.

Gary gave me an odd look and asked me,”what about right now? I am sure Susie’s clothes will fit you and I know how they shop, they will be gone for hours. I doubt if they will even try to drive home until this storm is over.”

Susie is younger than us but she was a big girl. Not fat but what some would call chubby. I asked Gary one more time if he was sure and he said yes, and that he had to admit that even after he acted like a jerk that night, that he went home and he could not get the idea of what I might look like as a girl out of his head.

I finally agreed and asked if there was a particular outfit of Susie’s that he would like to see me model. Gary gave a look of lust that sent a shiver through my body as he said, “well I do like cheerleaders.”

I told him to relax because I wanted to do it right and it would take me a few minutes. I went to Susie’s bedroom and started looking around. She had some sexy clothes and I wished that I had longer to look through her things.

I did not have to look long until I found her uniform hanging in the back of the closet. I am 5’9″ and 160 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes and as I checked the sizes of her outfit and I knew it would fit me. I quickly undressed and checked the dresser drawers until I found Susie’s bra and panties.

Susie wore a padded bra that gave her a pair of 34 B’s. I hooked it together in front then turned it around and adjusted the straps. The top was red, gray and black. and left a few inches of midriff exposed. The cheerleading skirt was red and pleated so I chose a pair of red panties to put on. I sat on Susie’s bed and put on the red knee socks. I found a pair of red and white tennis shoes and tried them on, they were tight but I could wear them.

I checked myself in the mirror and decided that I made a cute cheerleader. I put on some makeup and lipstick. I did not have a wig handy so I put moose in my short hair and slicked it back, it gave me the wet look but kind of cute.

When I got back to Gary’s room he was sitting in his computer chair playing with the battery operated radio. I noticed that he had lit some more candles. I cleared my throat to get his attention.

He looked up to see me and quickly turned the radio off and sat it aside. He smiled at me and told me that I was pretty. He told me to turn around and let him see what the whole outfit looked like.

After i did a slow 360 turn I noticed that the bulge in his shorts was even bigger now. While I was gone, Gary had taken off his shirt. It was getting really hot in his room and his skin was starting to gleam with a layer of sweat.

Gary is a couple of inches taller than me, almost 6′ & 185. He was also blonde.

I slowly walked to him and surprised him by sitting in his lap and putting my arms around his neck. I heard him groan as I felt his hard cock press against my ass.

I decided to find out if Gary was a good kisser or not, I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. He was hesitant at first but as I kissed him again with a little more passion van escort he started to respond and soon we were sharing a deep passionate kiss as our tongues wrestled with each other.

We finally broke the kiss and I looked deep into Gary’s eyes and asked him if he liked Vicki. Instead of answering me he kissed me again and cupped and squeezed my breast with one hand while the other started caressing my thigh.

I felt his hand work its way up my leg until he was caressing the lacy edges of my panties. My small 4″ cock was rigid and throbbing by this point and I was afraid I would cum right then and there so I broke the kiss and slid off of Gary’s lap.

I was on my knees between Gary’s legs and I looked up at him and gave my most devilish smile as I reached up and unzipped his jean shorts. I reached into his underwear and freed his hard cock. I had seen Gary naked many times over the years but I have never seen his cock when it was hard. It was just a little longer than Mike’s cock, around 7 and 1/2 inches, but a lot thicker that Mikes.

I slowly worked my hand up and down the shaft as I kissed the head. I took Gary’s cock into my mouth and started bobbing my head up and down taking more and more each time. Each time I stopped I would leave a ring of red lipstick around the shaft.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed his shorts and underwear pulling them down and off of his legs. Lightning was flashing and the thunder was booming as I started to suck my best friends cock again.

As I went back to sucking Gary I reached under him to message and squeeze his balls. It did not take long as I felt his cock start to throb and I knew he could not last.

I squeezed his balls hard and took the entire length of Gary’s cock deep into my mouth as Gary started to empty his balls. I swallowed as fast as I could but there was just so much cum that some spilled from the corners of my mouth.

Finally his cock stated to get soft and I let it slip from my mouth as I licked the cum from my lips. I licked around the base then licked the shaft cleaning it of any remaining cum.

When I looked up to meet Gary’s gaze he was smiling. He told me what a great job I did and surprised me as he pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me again.

I still had on the cheerleading out fit and I could feel Gary’s cock start to get hard again as I wiggled my ass on his lap.

He looked into my eyes and said I was a very naughty girl and before I knew what was happing I was laying across Gary’s lap and he was lifting up my skirt and squeezing my ass through my panties. he held me in place with one hand as he worked my panties down and off with the other.

I felt his hand land hard against my ass and I cried out as he slapped my ass again and again. Each time he hit me it cause me to push my hips forward and rub my small cock against Gary’s thigh.

He continued to spank me until my ass was red and warm. When he stopped he was breathing hard and I thought he might be done, instead he pushed a finger into my butt and started working it in and out. When I felt his finger in me I could not hold back any more and started shooting my cum all over Gary’s thigh.

Gary scooped it up and smeared my cum into my ass. He added a second cum covered finger then a third. He was stretching my ass and lubeing it up at the same time.

Gary pushed me off of his lap and told me to get onto all fours. I watched as he walked behind me and flipped up the skirt. He positioned his cock head at my anal opening and put his hands around my waist.

Gary started pulling me back to him as he pushed his cock into me. After he got a couple of inches inside of me he pulled back then rammed the entire 7 and 1/2 inches deep inside of me.

I am not sure if I saw lightning flashing or it was the pain flashing through my body as Gary started ramming his cock in and out of me again and again. He fucked me for over 20 minutes as the storm outside seemed to pick up intensity as Gary fucked me harder and harder. My cock had gotten hard again and we both came a second time as the storm raged outside.

We collapsed on the floor and Gary pulled me close to him and put his arms around me, his cock still buried in my ass. We laid there and listened to the rain and the thunder as we both caught our breath and regained our strength.

We eventually pulled apart and got off of the floor. Gary kissed me again and thanked me for a wonderful time. Then he started laughing and I asked him what was so funny. He said he just thought about all of those weekends and nights we spent at each others houses through the years and all the times we wasted playing video games and watching boring TV when we could have been having real fun.

Then he pulled me into his arms again and we started making out again. The storm had started to die down and I realized just how long we had been going at it.

The lights came back on as I picked up my panties and went back to Susie’s room to ankara escort change back.

I hoped that Susie would not miss her red panties as I was keeping them as a souvenir. When I had put all of her things back to where they were suppose to be and took a quick shower, Gary walked me to the door and asked if he could see Vicki again and I told him I was sure that it could be arranged but we had to be careful.

Gary surprised me yet again when even though I was not dressed as Vicki, he kissed me good bye. __________________________________________________________

It had been a few weeks since the last time I had been over to Mark and Susan’s. That is why I was surprised and excited when I got the call from Susan telling me that I had an hour to get over there because they had a surprise for me. She also made it sound like an order and not a request. She also made an unusual demand when she told me to leave my car at home and to walk over.

I was wondering what excuse I was going to use to get out of the house when Mom told me that her and my step dad was going out to eat and then probably to the movies and it would be very late when they got home.

Curt gave me a $20 and told me to order a pizza and they left. I gave them a little time to make sure they did not forget something and come back. When I was sure that Mom and Curt were gone I grabbed my backpack that contained my makeup, my blonde wig and my fake breasts and ran most of the mile and a half to their place.

Susan met me at the door with two glasses and a bottle of wine and lead me up the stairs to the master bedroom. As she poured me a glass of wine to loosen me up She said we had to hurry. She would fill me in on what my surprise was as I was getting dressed.

She made me take a quick bubble bath then shaved my body completely. After I was done she inspected my nude body and she smiled as she told me I had done a great job.

She started telling me some of the plans for tonight. Mark had invited another couple that they had played with before over for some fun. They were going to get the other couple all hot and ready then they would bring me down stairs to join in the fun.

She helped me attach my 34 C breasts and while the adhesive was drying she took a minute to help me paint my toenails and then fix some long fake red nails to my fingers.

When everything was dried she told me to get dressed while she did her makeup and dressed.

My outfit was laid out on the bed for me. It consisted of a black lacy bustier with 6 long garters. Black silk stockings, black lace panties and a black micro mini dress that when I put it on it clung to my body like a glove. The hem was so short that it did not even come down to my stocking tops.

I was strapping on a pair of 5 inch black high heels when Susan came back into the bedroom. She was wearing a black leather corset, stockings and thigh high leather boots with pencil thin 4 inch heels.

She was gorgeous, Susan is a very pretty older woman, she in her mid 40’s. She is 5’5″ was not fat but had nice curves and 36 D breasts, She has long brown hair.

I stood up and smoothed down he of my dress and checked myself in the mirror. I think I looked damn hot if I did say so myself. I watched Susan do her makeup and I was waiting until she finished so I could do mine.

As I started to apply my makeup Susan told me to go lightly but to use a deep red lipstick. When I had my lips painted, Susan pulled a box out of her closet and opened it.

She handed me a long red wig. Susan told me that the surprise they had promised me was that I knew who the other couple was but they wanted to make sure they did not recognize me so she decided on the red wig and instead of a lot of makeup I would be wearing a feathery mask like they wear at masquerade parties. All that you could see of my face is my pretty lips and painted cheeks.

I could hear voices downstairs and Susan said that their guests must have arrived. She kissed me and reached down to squeeze my small but hard cock. She told me to relax for a few minutes and she would come back to get me when they were ready.

I sat on the bed and decided to have another glass of wine while I waited. I sat there with my legs crossed, admiring how they looked in stockings as my heel dangled from my right foot.

I was on my third glass of wine when Susan came to get me. She made me promise that I would not say anything when I seen who the other couple was or they would recognize my voice. I promised her.

When we got to the bottom of the steps I got the shock of my life. Sitting on the couch was my Mom, she had been stripped down to a set of matching blue bra and panties. I recognized them because I had worn them on occasion.

Mom is 5’8″ 150 pounds, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and 34 C breasts. I have never really thought of her as sexy but I have to admit she looked pretty good.

The real shock though was that Mark was standing over my Step Dad holding a riding crop. Curt was naked and on his knees. His hands were tied behind his back.

I guess I had stopped in my track as I took in everything because Susan gave me a push toward where Mark was standing. Mark kissed me and reached down to raise the hem of my dress. As he kissed me he started to message my cock through my panties.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Dinner at Steff’s

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Cumshots

As soon as my good friend Steff heard that my son Mikey was back home from university due to the lock-down in Cardiff she pestered me to bring him over for dinner with her and husband George.

We agreed on Wednesday (yesterday) so it was up to me to get him to give his girlfriend Rachael the night off. She had not seen her parents since last week so reluctantly agreed!!

We were asked to be there for 6.30 for drinks. After a leisurely soak in the bath I slapped on a bit of lippy etc and slipped into my dress. I chose my latest black see-through number. Really short mini, plunging neckline and rear. Under the armpit was extremely low as well, more a work-out t shirt really!! Much too young for me but wtf, George will like it. A nice slutty pair of fishnets and heels and no underwear to distract.

Mikey drove us over; my shoes aren’t made for driving. He likes to drive my Audi TT anyway, so everyone was happy.

The car swept into the driveway of their large country home. Steff met us at the door, wearing a stunning urfa escort red satin mini revealing an awful amount of flesh. From the involuntary twitch in Mikey’s jeans the dress was an obvious hit.

George being the perfect host had a bottle of Sancerre (my favourite) ready for us on the table. An hour of small-talk and a few refills then dinner arrived from the local Italian restaurant in Stockbridge, tasty as it always is. The delivery guys are always appreciative of being greeted at the door by a scantily clad hostess.

Dinner over, dishes in the dishwasher and it was fun time.

George asked Mikey and me if we wouldn’t mind performing for him, mother/son a bit of a turn-on for him.

Mikey slipped the dress from my shoulders and told me to lay over the arm of the plush sofa.

Whilst Mikey was undressing, I felt Steff’s tongue on my clit, she licked away delving into my cunt. It only took a few minutes and I was more than ready for Mikey.

He slipped his beautiful balıkesir escort cock into my pussy. ‘hold on tight, slut’ I gripped the seat cushion as he pounded away at my cunt. It wasn’t long before I screamed out, orgasming loudly.

Mikey hadn’t cum so he continued fucking me. On and on he went, I sensed he was almost there, me too for the second time. Mikey shot his cum deep into my cunt.

I shook involuntarily, then sunk my head into the sofa cushion. I looked over at George and Steff, she was gently stroking his erect penis.

Soon it was going to be Steff’s turn to take my son’s cock. Firstly though we had to give Mikey a little recovery time, Not that he needs a lot really.

A now naked Steff went down on me, eating out my son’s cum from my cunt. She then proceeded to feed me with it, little by little.

George likes to see his beautiful wife play with a girl as we treated him to a few girly orgasms.

Mike was now ready to fuck the lady of the house, trabzon escort I snuggled up to George as we watched.

Steff lay over the sofa arm and hung onto the cushion. Mikey moved in behind her, slipping his cock into her pussy. As Mikey thrust his cock into Steff, George was visibly getting turned on again. I felt the least I could do was to take his cock in my throat as he watched.

The more Mikey drove into his sexy wife the harder George became. Steff screamed; Mikey grunted then George groaned loudly filling my mouth with his semen.

We decided it was time for a drinks break before going upstairs to the bedrooms.

George took one of his little blue pills, we all had a line of two then up we went.

In-between our sessions, George and I could hear Steff’s cries of pleasure coming from the main bedroom.

George being the perfect husband had giving his wife the best bedroom. To be honest the guest bedroom wasn’t too shabby either!!

George and I fucked long into the night. George bless him performed like a guy twenty years his junior. It must have been 11am before I stirred to the sound of Steff’s cries ringing out from their bedroom.

George disappeared downstairs and reappeared with a tray of teas, left my on the bedside table then disappeared next door to watch Steff and Mikey.

Quite a night!!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bathroom Toys

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight?” You whisper into my neck as I feel your body press against my back and your hands run down sides, smoothing my dress over my bare skin. As you have instructed, I have not worn anything underneath. I feel your hands pause at the bottom hem of my dress, a few inches below the soft curve off my butt. You run your fingers around to the top of my thighs.

“Of course I’m going to be good master.” I move as if to turn, planning to kiss you, but you hold me firmly in place.

“I have many treats in store for my girl if she listens to all of master’s orders.” You again use a quiet tone, but the whisper is in my ear this time, and your hands also move higher. I feel you dangerously close to my lips and I shiver, pushing back into you, happy your arms are wrapped around me. You hold me up as I squirm feeling you teasingly rub the outside of my pussy. You take two fingers, spread like a peace sign, and run them outside my lips. You repeat this as I quiver and finally when you know that I am practically dripping down onto your fingers, you push them inside, ever so slightly, and kiss my neck.

I moan, “Please, more” I am panting. I have already surrendered, and you know it. I am your little slut, ready to serve you in whatever way you request. You chuckle at this realization, removing your fingers.

“Oh you’ll get more.” You pull my hair and tip my head towards you. After a hard kiss on the mouth you tell me to put my hands on our bed. I comply without any complaint, and I feel something different push against my pussy, feeling him spread me as I’m bent over. “How about a toy for my beautiful slut?”

I frantically nod as I feel the cool smooth toy slip into my wet cunt and the top of the “u” shaped toy rest on my clit. The toy pushes on my g-spot inside. And then I hear your rustling behind me. You have something behind you, and then I realize it is the remote for my new toy. The little vibrator inside me begins to buzz and I shiver, still bent with my ass up in the air. A moan releases from my lips again. I instantly regret it because just at a murmur of noise, you stop the wonderful buzzing.

“Master?” I say your title like a beg.

“My plans for you, my baby girl, are just beginning.” A grin, I’m sure, is still on you face, but I am still not facing you and am bent with my ass and pussy open to you. You spank me abruptly and again I shiver. “Oh did you like mersin escort that you dirty little bitch?”

Your words are like magic, and I am trying to grind into the toy to feel any pressure on my now swollen clit. You pull me up by my hair. “When I ask you a question, you answer me.” You push me down again, spank me on the other cheek, and pull me back up to stand in front of you.

“I love your touches master,” I say breathlessly .

“Well you will keep this toy in you until I remove it.”

Your instructions are the last thing you say as we leave for dinner, one hand in your pocket on the remote, the other resting on the small of my back as we walk to catch the train.

You have me sit across from you, so I know what is coming. Yet, even with the knowledge, I still jump when you first turn on my vibrator. You watch me with excitement, loving my twitches and very obvious attempt to remain calm. I feel my face flush as an elderly couple a few seats down seem to have noticed me and are disapprovingly shaking their heads as my face twitches in pleasure. I have probably dripped all over the seats by now. Although you don’t make a habit of denying me orgasm, I am sure that you wouldn’t want me to come so soon, so I do my best to control my little pussy. I look at you with need and begin to rub my leg against yours. You watch me for a minute more before providing relief and tuning off the vibrations. You lean forward and kiss my forehead, mumbling “good girl, and then you kiss my cheek. I smile knowing I have pleased you.

I stand up at our stop, and I feel your hands graze my back again as we exit the train. I turn and kiss you, take in you kiss, feel the amazing movements of your tongue against mine. Your mouth is heaven against mine and pulling away, I wrap my arms around your neck and push against your ear. I whisper “I can’t wait to take your cock deep in my throat.” I get to see you shiver a bit knowing that I love taking so much of your cock.

“You are such a good little cocksucker,” you say as we begin making our way to the restaurant. “And that mouth of yours is quite dirty,”

“Don’t you like when I talk dirty? When I tell you that this toy is just making me want you to bend me over somewhere and fuck me till I squirt all over you.”

“Oh such a dirty girl,” you kiss my hand and hold open the door to our restaurant.

We are seated kocaeli escort upon entering because you of course slip the hostess a bribe of sorts. The thought crosses my mind that you might have given her a note to meet us later, but then again you don’t usually surprise me when you bring another person to use me. I take my seat and gulp down the water the waitress brings. You move your foot along my leg seductively under the table and I wait for you to press that terribly pleasing button. You don’t though, and the tension of me waiting is making the enjoyment of food difficult. You are brilliant and have designed a torture that is self-induced. I am simply going mad wondering when you will jolt me with pleasure again, and because of your own design you can simply sit back and watch me implement my own agony. I reach across the table and grab your hand. Gentle is your touch now, but I can only image the scratching, spanking, and choking these wonderful hands will give me later. I offer your hand to my lips and give a kiss to each finger.

After the delicious dinner and a few drinks, you instruct me to go into the bathroom. I rise, do as I am told, and before I am out of reach of the table, I feel the buzzing. I almost fall over with the intensity but I manage to adjust myself and continue to the bathroom as instructed. Once inside, I fix my hair, and then check the stalls, no one is in here with me. Then I find the lock on the door, just as you described. Clearly you picked this restaurant for a reason. I bolt the door and wait. The buzzing feels louder in the empty echoing room. I lean against the sink for support. I beg for you to enter the room, thinking of nothing but your cock inside me instead of this toy.

I hear a knock, and I gasp, waiting for the rest of our code. It is you.

I open the door and you push me back, sending the lock back into its place. “Hands on the sink,” You demand. The buzzing continues as I feel the back of my dress lift up. You are crouched beneath me, face pressing between my legs. I feel your hot breath. Your tongue flicks my hole along side my toy. MY breath catches and the cool porcelain bites into my arms as I rest against it. I look in the mirror, I can see the hot and bothered look on my face. Your hands move up my legs and then your nails dig into my ass. I feel your mouth move to my ass, kissing and biting my cheeks. Your tongue samsun escort moves to my rose bud and you hungrily eat away. I am convulsing, so close to coming. The bathroom has begun to spin, I beg for release, and it is granted. I cum uncontrollably, nearly forcing my toy out of me.

You wrap your arms around me, standing behind me again. “I got you baby.” The buzzing pauses since you stop the vibrator. I look into the mirror and our eyes meet. “I’m not finished with you my love, my pet.” I feel your hard cock pressing into my ass though your pants, pressing into the same place I just had your mouth.

I smile at you, letting you know I am ready to have you inside, although I am still lightheaded. You drop your pants and instruct me to get on my knees. I do just as you say and take your hard dick between my lips, my hand moves on your shaft and I play with the head between my lips. I slip my tongue around the top, circling delicately, watching your face to judge your reaction. I take you by surprise when I engulf you, taking your cock in its entirety into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I kiss down your shaft again, getting down to your balls, taking each in my mouth as it is your turn to squirm with pleasure at my control. This does not last though, you pick me up, setting me on the sink facing you. The toy is returned to its vibrating.

“You know why this toy is extra special for my slut?” You ask menacingly.

“No sir.”

“Because I can keep it in you while I fuck that tight cunt.” With that, you line up your cock, still covered in wetness from my mouth, and force inside me. I fall forward into you, biting your shoulder to keep from screaming. You bite right back, leaning your head down towards my breast. You want you marks on me, I am yours.

“Pound me master, make sure I’m sore tomorrow.” I beg you as your increase your speed and I run my nails down your back. Your hands slowly wrap around my throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure. You kiss me, give me your tongue, holding my neck. I utter a moan and you feel my pussy starting to squeeze you.

“Wait my darling, I want to cum with you.” I squeeze my pussy, trying to hold back.

“Master I’m trying.”

“Do as I say,” You demand just before you release.

At the feeling of your cock twitching in me, I cum, the first waves are light and as they increase, you can feel what’s coming. You pull out your cock before my pussy pushes you out and within seconds I am squirting streams of cum.

“That’s it baby. That’s my good girl.” You grab a few paper towels to wipe me off, kissing my face over and over.

“Now slut, I have one more surprise for later. I hope you enjoy company.” You wink at me and lift me off the counter.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Dinner is Served

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Please note: The following story contains scenes of wife sharing, swinging, and lesbianism. If these offend you, please do not read on.

*

I glanced at my watch. 8:20pm. I was sweating. This had to be perfect or my wife Sarah would never agree to anything like this ever again. Our dinner guests would be arriving in 5 minutes so I went to check the large dinner table in our dinning room again.

The main base white silk table cloth was in place and looked splendid as if laid out for the queen herself. No cutlery was visible, or plates. Just wine glasses and place cards. I checked them against our menu list.

Hannah, a 32 year old blond woman, slim, with an athletic figure was to be seated top left of the table. She had ordered breast. Yep that checked out.

Next to her was her husband John, to be seated bottom left, as he had ordered leg. A tall stocky man. Banker by trade.

At the foot of the table was the place card for Mike, who had ordered the fish, and next to him, bottom right, was his wife Marie, having ordered Leg. Mike was the oldest to join us this evening, being 52 and balding slightly and carrying a little extra baggage. His wife Marie on the other hand was clearly after his Ferrari and supporting wage, as she was only 25, and had a body fresh out of uni, but with the breasts of a mother to be. Only she wasn’t.

Top right, ready for breast would sit Simon, 35 Gym instructor, and his amazing wife and customer Debbie, 29 and well instructed by Simon it would seem, was to sit at the head of the table, having ordered tongue.

All the places would change of course depending on desert orders, but for now at least, it would seem everything was in order.

Atop the silk table cloth the evenings dinning was already in place, secured to the table, and further covered in a pink silk cloth. Its shape hinting at the delight of each platter beneath. Silently the meal waited.

The door bell rang, and I, dressed in my best tux and ready to serve as butler for the evening, walked professionally, calmly to greet the guest.

“Good evening sir, madam.” I said as I opened the front door to see Simon and Debbie standing on the front porch. Simon was smartly dressed in suit pants and dinner jacket, with a casual but smart black polo neck sweater beneath. Debbie looked stunning in her dinner dress, the cut reaching down to her waist both front and back, and again up to her waist up either leg. Its near black dark red colour looked almost gothic in a teasingly lustful display of her body.

“Follow me please.” I said non excitedly after taking their coats from their arms. I led the couple through the hall to the lounge where I invited them to relax as we awaited the other guests. After fixing them both a drink, the door bell rang again.

“Good evening Sir, Madam.” I again greeted as I opened the door to the remaining guests, who arrived together in a stretched limo.

Walking in, almost ignoring me and dismissing me as the hired help, even though they knew I wasn’t, the group had clearly already enjoyed a drink or 3 in the limo on the way to the meal. However they gladly excepted some more liquid inspiration as I went about serving the various cocktails they ordered.

Hannah seemed a little shy. Her full length white, almost ghost like dress clearly revealing black panties beneath suggested otherwise, as did her lack of bra, leaving her heaving bosom clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. John, was dressed in neat jeans and a trendy grey cashmere jumper. His small goatee making him look like a graphic designer more than a banker.

Mike appeared to be every bit the rich extravagant I’d imagined him to be, sporting a full white suit that was tailor fitted to hide his growing belly as best it could. Balder and older looking than I’d expected I began to suspect he’d lied about his age. His wife however was more than I could have hopped for. Marie looked like a goddess fallen from grace. Her figure and her face were divine. Blue eyes shining from a mane of perfect, long, wavy blond hair. Her fall from grace hinted by her black attire. Knee high black leather boots, leading up perfect legs to a short black skirt that looked more like a belt, and her top, proud as can be as I’d seen her walk from the limo, the driver staring as he helped her from the car, was naked. From leaving the car in the drive to the 15 step walk to the door, to her now standing, cooly chatting with the others, standing topless in my lounge. She was clearly wicked. That said, I guess so was everyone else here. Sure they’d each given her breasts a yalova escort longing stare, but then each had then just broken their gaze and continued with small talk as if nothing was amiss. This was welcome conformation that I’d chosen our dinner guests well.

After 30 minutes of drink and talk had past and our guests had had fair chance to unwind, I thought I best not keep them and the meal waiting much longer lest the meal go cold.

“Dinner is served.” I said from the entrance to the lounge before ushering the guests through to the dinning room and to their seats at the table.

After fixing them all a wine to accompany their meal I began to serve dinner in a fashion none of us had experienced before.

“For you Hannah” I began “Breast of Woman.” With that I moved a portion of the top silk aside, revealing my wife’s naked right breast, nipple erect with anticipation, and chest heaving up and down in deep breaths of fear and excitement.

“And for you John” I continued “Leg of a Lady.” I announced as I folded over more of the cloth, so as to expose my wife’s entire right hand side torso and leg. A leg smooth as the rest of her 35 year old body. Slim and sexy in its prime of sexual awareness and leading to a foot securely restrained to the corner of the table with soft rope.

I Walked past Mike to his dismay, and moved instead to his wife Maria. Staring hard at her naked top and then up to her blue eyes I took her hands and placed them on the cloth and without a word, I assisted her, neither of us breaking the gaze, as we revealed my wife’s other leg also secured with rope. “Enjoy your Leg Of a Wife.” I whispered to Maria as we folded the cloth without revealing too much else.

On then to Simon I moved “And for you Sir, the Finest ‘Married Bosom’.” I said as I moved the cloth aside to reveal my wife’s left side breast.

The cloth now covered my wife’s head fully, formed a neat rope down her wonderful cleavage, down her middle, and fanned out again between her legs.

Moving to the head of the table now, nervous as hell but doing my best to hide it, I gave Debbie a loud, long kiss on the lips to which she reciprocated. Our lips slapping and sucking each others tongues as if an un-official appetizer for the meal to hear. “For you Debbie” I broke “Tongue of Slave.” and folded down the top part of the cloth, revealing my wife’s blind folded face, mouth pursed and dry. Eyes searching behind the blind fold. Mind reeling. Breath quickening. Her mouth free to object but her arms now visible and also tied to the top corners of the dinner table.

Moving to the base of the table with all eyes on me, I went directly to Mike.

“And for you good sir, it is my honour to present” I grabbed the silk cloth for the last time and whipped it away to fully expose my wife. “Pussy of my Wife, for your enjoyment.”

As if I had disappeared all eyes left me and each stared at its own portion of the meal. Mike grinned as he spied the silk below my wife’s crouch. It was damp. Very damp.

“This will be a fine meal indeed.” he said in a dirty perverted tone only the rich could get away with.

There was no warning. This was a meal after all. Everyone had their plate in front of them and so everyone tucked in all at once. Hannah and Simon eyeing each other across the table as each sucked hard on each of my wife’s breasts. At the same time John and Maria began licking, kissing, stroking, biting at her legs and thighs. Mike was instantly feasting in earnest at her waiting and spread pussy. Burying his tongue deep inside and all I heard was the beginnings of the gasp “oh my god.” from my wife when her mouth was sealed with Debbie’s, who soon sucked my Sarah’s tongue into the open and began caressing it with her mouth in an open display of tongue sucking. A site which almost sent me over the edge right away. That happening before desert would never do.

I steadied my breathing and just stepped back, watching my wife loose control of her own. Her chest was heaving. Her whole body writhed in waves.

It was kind of slow at first. Polite dining you might say. After the initial mouth full, each would break. Take a sip of wine. Survey their meal, perhaps deciding on how best to proceed as much as one would ponder “more meat, or perhaps some vegetables?” before taking the next mouthful.

I looked up as I heard Sarah gasp in earnest as Debbie broke the kissing to have a drink and a bit of table chat with Mike opposite her.

I noted that without saying a word, Sarah, my wife was gasping, edirne escort still blind folded, craning her neck as her lips searched for Debbie’s.

Debbie spotted this and took some more wine and then, leaning over my wife’s trusting mouth, she dribbled her used beverage into the waiting vessel. Before my wife could gag or choke or swallow the kiss was once again sealed and once again, was clearly mutual, my wife swallowing the 2nd hand drink gratefully.

We’d discussed this evening at length before hand. Me being very keen to my wifes surprise, but her being the cautious one. Our rules were simple. She could protest at any time and I would stop everything. Everyone had agreed as everyone involved knew this was our first time. Everyone had also agreed at the originality of the idea and couldn’t wait.

The other rule was a little harder to pass for seasoned swingers but once I’d got to know them, again, they agreed. This evening was to be a “meal” and my wife was to be the main course. However, she was to be consumed with hands and mouths ONLY as far as her body was concerned. In short, kissing and touching ONLY, besides myself.

I looked Sarah over, gauging for any signs of body language that said she was in danger or wanted to stop, or was in regret. There were none.

More slow banter across the table between Hannah and Simon as they discussed today’s weather. Blatantly teasing my wife’s nipples as her back arched for attention each time they stopped.

Mike stopped his meal between her legs. Dabbed his mouth politely with his napkin, and called me over.

“Old boy, how much wine do we have here?”

“Plenty Sir.” I answered, confused, eyeing up his untouched glass.

“Say, enough for some marinade?” he quizzed in his gentlemanly tone.

“But of course sir.” I said, bowing before retreating to the kitchen to fetch our finest red.

Everyone stopped and sat up when I returned. Watching me and waiting for the new flavour. But all was not still. Sarah was writhing as if invisible lips continued their assault. As if tortured by the break.

But it wasn’t just her. Legs were writhing under the table as hands had crossed legs, not necessarily to the marital lap, and secret favours were being performed on all.

I popped the cork on the wine and poured its perfectly room temperature liquid over my beautiful wife’s body and even over her face.

Then I stepped back and the pace picked up. Conversations over, everyone’s attention was 100% on their own portion of the meal.

Sarah’s legs were pushing and pulling with what little movement the ropes allowed as her skin was assaulted with male and female mouths on her legs. Biting, sucking her skin between their teeth. Eating her like animals. Like vampires. Like lovers. Their moans into her thighs gave away their own state of arousal.

Mike was leading the pack. Licking and lapping at her pussy. Then pausing and licking slowly, skilfully across her clit. Teasing, tasting, and then diving in for more drink of her heavenly juices.

Her breasts were red from the kisses, sucks, licks, bites and caresses from both Hannah and Simon. I’d known seeing another woman sucking on Sarah’s breast would drive me wild and it did, especially as Hannah repeatedly caught my eye and winked and mouthed “She’s delicious.” before going back for more. But it was seeing a man. Seeing Simon devour my wife’s other breast and bringing her such pleasure that was actually sending me into a trance.

Likewise the relentless kissing of Sarah and Debbie was sending me a little uneasy on my feet. Not so much Debbie’s enjoyment of her portion of the meal but of Sarah’s. Of the eager reciprocation of what she clearly knew to be a woman’s kiss. She hadn’t known who would be sitting where until this night. Having said to me time and time again “But 2 women together is wrong!” she clearly now threw away those ideals so long as I was in consent. And clearly, she was enjoying it.

Suddenly the table shook. Sarah convulsed. Her legs spasmed and everyone slowed. Everyone accept Mike who could be heard sucking and swallowing her cum. They’d brought her to Orgasm.

She gasped and moaned with prolonged ecstasy into Debbie’s Kiss as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Everyone sighed with their own satisfaction onto her various body parts. And then one by one, pulled away and dabbed themselves with their napkins.

I looked at Sarah laying there. Vulnerable yet safe. Used and yet served. On one hand she was their play thing. On the other, they erzurum escort were hers, and she loved it.

Each guest now stood up ready to be shown to their new position. For now it was time for desert.

“Could the woman please now move through to the lounge room while the gentlemen prepare desert.”

As with any ordinary meal, Hannah quipped about it being nice for the men to do something for a change, where as Marie sauntered up to me and whispered “I can’t wait for my cream pie.” and with a wink, was gone into the other room.

I grabbed a cloth and did my best to mop any remaining wine from Sarah’s skin as if she were nothing more than a kitchen surface. A piece of furniture.

When ready I ushered the gentlemen into their positions.

Mike stood at her head. John and Simon each stood at either side of her, near her breasts.

“Gentlemen, you know what to do.” I said as I stood between my wife’s legs.

They all dropped their pants revealing ready and eager erections. John and Simon began masturbating straight away while tugging and squeezing my wife’s tits for inspiration.

Sarah began to moan again, but this was stifled to her surprise by Mikes cock at her lips. I wasn’t sure how that would go down. If she’d take that as a step too far. To make it clear it wasn’t mine, I took my place and pushed my cock into her wet and open pussy.

She gasped with shock and Mike took that moment to thrust into her open mouth.

She winced, but as I rocked in and out, she gave in and began sucking on Mikes cock and moving her head up and down as much as possible. It popped out and she licked and circled its large bulb head with her tongue before sucking it deep inside once again.

The men at her breasts, watching our double show wanked hard and fast and Sarah, my wife, rode with my thrusts while sucking hard on a strange mans penis.

John was the first to go shooting his load all over my wifes perfect right breast and down her belly. Simon followed soon after shooting onto her left tit, deep cleavage, and onto her neck and chin.

Then I saw mike tense up and jolt and jerk as his load went into Sarah’s mouth and then withdrew as it spilled over onto her lips and over her face.

This final site sent me over the edge and I came deep in her pussy and continued to pump my sperm as I withdrew, dripping it over her pussy lips and clit and trailing it down her thigh.

I moved back and was about to call the Women in, but they had come through un-invited to watch the show.

They too knew what to do.

“Enjoy your desert ladies.” I said.

Marie jumped right in, bent over, lifting her dress to bare her ass as she buried her face deep in Sarah’s pussy and began to eat her desert. The “cream pie” she’d wanted. She’d ASKED for in her emails. A cream pie, in my wifes pussy, with my cum dripping out.

Hannah moved up to my wife’s mouth. She began by softly licking the cum from Sarah’s face and swallowing, while too hitching up her dress to make herself accessible.

Debbie took her new place at Sarah’s side, licking as if she’d never eaten, at the cum on my wifes torso and breasts. Sucking hard on the nipples. She too made herself accessible.

As each wife did this, each husband moved to someone else’s wife and entered them.

Hannah groaned into the kiss with my wife as Mike began to pound into her pussy from behind. Debbie nearly bit off Sarah’s nipple as John took her by surprise, clasped her breasts tight, and trust into her like a tribesman.

Wicked fallen angle Marie stared at her husband Mike across the table as she drank my cum from my wifes pussy, and groaned with wanton lust without breaking her gaze when Simon pushed his gym instructors body against her and began mating with her like an animal.

Again my wifes body swam in the river of emotion and senses assaulting her mind and body. The sound of sex filled the room. Men and woman groaning as this bazaar meal neared conclusion. Each woman moaned into her body as they climaxed. And then again as each swapped husband pulsed inside them and came deep within them.

The meal was over.

Everyone was exhausted.

I was thanked by all for an excellent and original evening as each member left. Each member kissed my wife full on the lips, swapping tongues, before leaving. Still giving no verbal communication at all. As if taking an after dinner mint and nothing more personal than that.

Marie still topless and shameless with it walked tall and proud up the drive to the limo.

I closed the door behind the last of them and returned to clean up. Untying my wife, I left her lying on the table as if she were a plate waiting to be cleared up.

As I took the glasses and cloths away she slowly sat up and removed her blind fold.

“Thank you.” she said at last. “You were right. I did enjoy it. I enjoyed it very much.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Indian Doctor Ch. 05

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

I stopped going to play tennis on Saturday mornings. Instead I went to the compound on Sathorn Road, where the host and one of the men living with him, the black captain, had a private tennis court. The host didn’t play; he’d sit there by the court, under an umbrella, sipping his martinis and watching the black captain and me play. They had other men living with them in the compound, but whenever I was there, the other men would evaporate.

We played only in jock straps—which gave me an interestingly shaped tan. The black captain fucked me rough in the private locker room after our matches—with the host watching us. The black captain had a plow belt he liked to use on me. He was much taller than I was and, bent double, I dangled in front of him, my belly supported by the padded center of the strap and my feet waving at the tiled floor, as he pulled my channel on and off his cock with the strength of his grip on each end of the strap. This fucking reminded me both of my boss and his toys and of the Turk, Gemal, standing and screwing me like I was a rag doll swinging on his cock.

After lunch, the host would take me to his bed for the sweet part of the coupling. He’d place a pillow under the small of my back, and as he slid into me, I’d raise my hips farther to give him the perfect angle to work my prostate with his cock ring—and I’d be mounting the stairs to heaven.

The Thai general and his aide didn’t seem to note my absence—at least neither attempted to contact me when I stopped showing up on Saturdays—which was a little disappointing to me. But in the long run, I appreciated not being involved in a scene over it. My boss had already zeroed in on a new, younger employee, who, upon my observation, acted like he was ravaged each time my boss tied him up and fucked him. So, adana escort there were no hard feelings from the boss, either, when I began stopping at the host’s compound after work rather than staying around to play under my boss.

Being curious on how the JUSMAG captain had contacted me, with an invitation including a note from the Master, I asked the Indian doctor about that in one of the last sessions I had with him.

“Those men are clients of mine,” he said, answering me without the least bit of embarrassment.

“General Krit, and my boss, and the black captain?”

“Yes, all of them. They pay me to procure interesting, refined, and lovely men, like you—men who will give them anything they want—for them to fuck.”

“You decided while initiating and developing me to match me with men who would pay you?”

“No. They told me what they would pay for and I procured and developed you into what they’d already told me they wanted in a man to bed. You have been trained to meet their individual desires. But you have benefited from the arrangement. Don’t try to tell me you haven’t.”

I didn’t respond to him, and in not responding I was agreeing with him.

“I can stop recommending you, if you wish. Is that what you wish?”

Once again I didn’t respond in the negative, so the recommendations continued for the next year, and I was covered by a variety of very capable men.

I don’t know if I would have grown tired of being pimped by the Indian doctor. My life with the Master took care of itself. The notes summoning me to his presence or to assignations with other men simply stopped arriving after a year. When I built up the courage to knock on his apartment door, it was answered by a female maid who told me that eskişehir escort a Danish family connected with one of the United Nations offices in Bangkok now lived in the apartment.

My relationship with the men living in the compound on Sathorn Road continued, however. I came very close to reordering my whole life—of leaving my wife and children and moving into that compound. Several of the American servicemen living there who bedded with men struggled hard to remain there for as long as possible. I could have been one of those men, albeit a civilian. For some reason I could imagine the Master smiling and nodding his head at that, my transformation under his instruction complete. But sanity returned to me in the form of a transfer to Washington, D.C., where my company had a small lobbying office and where my skills as a model and spokesman were said to be needed. I think it also helped that the Master no longer was there, controlling me and giving me to other men. If I am honest, I have to acknowledge that I would never have broken from his chains in Bangkok—he had to be the one to set me free.

Life in Washington, D.C., was good. I was kept busy, my wife immersed herself in various charities, and the kids loved their elementary schools.

When the invitation came to attend a benefit a concert, I assumed it came from one of my wife’s charity concerns and she assumed it came through my lobbying work.

The Gay Men’s Chorus of Washington put on a terrific concert. During the first half, I just closed my eyes and let the rich male voices in harmony sweep over me. At the interval in the lobby bar, where I had gone to refresh drinks while my wife talked with a community organization acquaintance, a handsome young chorister—I sakarya escort could tell he was a chorister because they wore tuxedos and most of the men in the audience didn’t—stopped me, smiled, and handed me a note.

The note gave a date—the next Tuesday—and a time—7:00 p.m.—and a location. My hands trembled as I recognized the handwriting. I also recognized the name of the senator I was to meet. I had heard rumors about him, and the few times I had been at Washington parties that he also attended, I fancied that he looked my way more than was normal. Now I knew.

When the concert started up again, I searched the faces of the chorus. The Indian doctor was in the bass section, third row up, four from the end. The conductor hadn’t taken up his baton yet, and the Master was staring right at me, a cruel little smile on his lips.

I feigned sickness—I really did feel sick—and we left the auditorium before the singing started again.

I did my best to pile on work or home activities for the next Tuesday, but to no avail.

The Thai male servant from Bangkok—more fully dressed now in white shirt and long trousers—met me at the door of the doctor’s office in the Watergate complex. The senator was waiting for me in an examination room.

The senator fucked me strapped to an examination table in his office, a pillow under the small of my back to give his cock the best angle on my prostate, and my knees bent with my feet strapped flat on the surface of the padded table. I let my mind drift as, with hands on my knees, he manipulated my legs back and forth to the rhythm of the fuck, a technique he must have learned from the Master. I wondered what the Master had planned for me this evening after the senator had taken his pleasure. When the politician left, though, the Master entered the examination room and took his pleasure as well.

As always, he fully used and satisfied me.

I had, in fact, not been released from his chains in Bangkok. His control and his pimping me out resumed in Washington. Truth be known, it probably would have resumed anywhere he wished it to.

-FINI-

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

şişli escort Antalya escort beylikdüzü escort escort eryaman escort demetevler escort Hacklink mamasiki.com bucur.net hayvanca.net lazimlik.net cidden.net By Casino rus escort bahçelievler escort Escort bayan Escort bayan escort ankara sincan escort bursa escort bayan görükle escort bursa escort bursa merkez escort bayan Kartal escort Maltepe escort Pendik escort otele gelen escort anadoluyakasikadin.com kadikoykadin.com atasehirkadin.com umraniyekadin.com bostancikadin.com maltepekadin.com pendikkadin.com kurtkoykadin.com kartalkadin.com escortsme.com Hacklink Hacklink panel Hacklink bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort Ankara escort bayan Ankara Escort Ankara Escort Rus Escort Eryaman Escort Etlik Escort Sincan Escort Çankaya Escort ankara escort bursa escort Escort hurilerim.com bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa sınırsız escort bursa escort bayan bursa escort görükle escort antalya escort istanbul travesti istanbul travesti istanbul travesti ankara travesti Moda Melanj türkçe altyazılı porno porno 64 japon porno burdur escort bursa escort çanakkale escort çankırı escort çorum escort denizli escort diyarbakır escort düzce escort edirne escort elazığ escort ankara travesti escort escort escort travestileri travestileri keçiören escort etlik escort çankaya escort