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Two Female Models Wanted

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Simone was an ordinary young woman in her twenties. She aspired to several higher careers, although for now her stock in trade was her beauty- she was a freelance model. She enjoyed the work far better than any school, she was quite photogenic.

One day, Simone was at her computer, checking her email. She saw an message for a job. Upon further inspection, she found it was sent to most of the models she knew, along with some she didn’t. Fairly standard job- “Two female models wanted”, “Nothing offensive involved”, and “Please arrive on time” were all familiar phrases she noticed within the email. She called and applied, and the next day she got the approval call.

She walked in, and got in the makeup chair. As the people were getting her ready, Simone noticed the other model come in. She’s cute, thought Simone. She was a shy-looking girl with long, bushy hair with bangs and a cute face. She made a nice contrast to Simone who had straight, straggly dark hair a little below her shoulders. Her face always made her look stern and unforgiving, although she wasn’t usually like that.

“Hi, I’m Chelsea.” the model said, extending her hand, still looking a bit worried. “Simone.” she said back, smiling (she never liked her smile).

They got into their places in the middle of the dark room. Simone was wearing a white button shirt and a short skirt. Chelsea was wearing a brown dress with a belt in the middle and lots of symbols outlined in the fabric.

“Look ahead just as you are.” came the disembodied voice of the photographer.

Click.

“Now look like you’re happy to be here.”

Click.

“Now get closer.”

Click.

“Now look Betturkey happy again.”

There were a lot more clicks and the shoot was finally over.

“Good job today, cutie. I had a lot of fun.” Simone said to Chelsea as she was leaving the room. She heard a low thank you as she gathered her things for an afternoon shoot.

It was quite simply one of her best shoots ever, even if it didn’t sound like it. Being up close with Chelsea, whom she personally found very attractive, made her feel just divine. Once she saw the pictures with Chelsea, her feelings were heightened. Apparently the people behind their work did as well. Over the next few months, she had several more shoots with Chelsea, including one that was ball-themed, one with a vintage theme, a beach shoot, and even a lingerie! (Simone enjoyed the latter two).

One night, Simone was looking at the pictures from her and Chelsea’s shoots together. There they were in several different pretty dresses! Mmmm… they did look good enough to go to a ball… which she supposed was the point. She clicked to them in swimsuits, and they were all wet! This made her realize she was becoming a little “wet.” Simone was alone anyway, so… why not look at more pictures? She saw Chelsea gazing at her in a fancy mask, was it a gesture of longing? She didn’t know, but from then on, she went through with only one hand! There they were with a beach ball, looking all playful and happy… Oh lord, should she be thinking about Chelsea like this? Then came a few lingerie shoots… ah… There was no stopping her now! Just herself and Chelsea, looking at her with red lips, Betturkey Giriş oh, and lace bras and panties… Great skin, few blemishes, only cute ones… Another lingerie picture with them staring at each other…

Simone could bear it no longer and erupted into a loud orgasm! Her noises were so loud they woke her cat up! It felt like an eternity!

Immediately following that, she checked if she had any more upcoming shoots with Claudia… Not for a few weeks, but oh well. She had plenty of pictures!

Hold on there… it was a nude shoot.

What seemed like the longest time in Simone’s life finally came to an end and she was in the studio in only a robe. Chelsea came into the room in the same thing. The photographer (who was, by the way, a woman) told them to get the heavy things off so they could finish before lunch.

Chelsea’s naked body… Wow. Her breasts were on the larger side yet natural, with plate-like nipples. Her vagina seemed like an idealized work of art. Her bum was the most perfect thing she’d ever seen.

The two models got into place… right up close to each other. As the camera snapped, they moved closer and closer. They were instructed to make eye contact, tough as it was, but they did it. Simone was told to put her arm on Chelsea, and the bare skin was something she would want to play with for a long time… They faced each other once again… Simone’s pussy was of course on fire, but she knew Chelsea was charged as well.

The shoot was over too fast, and Chelsea, still naked, went to talk to her.

“So, um, I just got a message about a gas leak in my apartment…”

“Yes?”

“And would you mind if I stayed at your place for a little bit?”

Simone pretended she was thinking about it for a moment, then said yes.

They drove back in only their robes, and Simone fixed Chelsea lunch. Chelsea then undid her robe and then jumped onto the couch.

Simone glimpsed as to what she was looking at on her phone. It was pictures of the two of them…

“Hey, Chelsea…”

Chelsea jumped and dropped her phone down on her tummy.

“It’s ok, darling… I sometimes look at the pictures too…” Simone then gave her a big kiss.

Sensing her pleasure, Simone undid her robe and joined Chelsea on the couch. They continued kissing and feeling each other. Within minutes, the two had had several mini-orgasms. Simone noticed Chelsea’s pussy was wet, and went it at with a finger, attempting to get as much as she could. After, she put the juice-coated finger in her mouth and licked it off. It was good, which she made sure to let Chelsea know.

Chelsea then decided to try it and put a few fingers around Simone’s vaginal area. She explored it, enjoying every moment. Simone was loving the work she was putting into it, but then she felt the sensation get better. She opened her eyes to see Chelsea eating her pussy. No one had ever done this before, but Chelsea was really good, her wet tongue going all around the vagina…

Simone tried some pussy eating and Chelsea told her she was one of the best! The two rolled on to the fluffy carpet. Their hands were animated as they found each other’s pussies. They started masturbating each other, their touch making it all the more easier. Mutual orgasms had been the original concept, and when they happened, oh, were they a delight to experience.

After the sex, Simone and Chelsea just remained naked for the rest of the day. At nighttime they slipped into bed together and snuggled and cuddled all night.

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my hands trembled as i finished getting ready. This night was very special, so i had taken extra time in my preparations for You. But finally i was done and eager to discover what awaited me. Your note to me had been very vague, yet i knew all i need do now was knock on the door to begin this adventure.

Almost immediately, i heard the key turn in the lock and the door was opened by the same butler that had escorted me when i arrived at this house. He hadn’t spoken to me then, nor did he now…simply gestured down the candlelit hallway. Walking quietly, feeling my toes sink into the plush carpet, i found the small table that held a very familiar velvet box. A tiny smile curved my lips as i ran one finger over the soft fabric, before picking it and opening it. As i buckled my beautiful soft suede collar into place, i finally felt truly whole again.

There was only one door at the end of this hall, so i approached the door with no hesitation. And You were there on the other side. i was only briefly aware of some structure in the center of the floor because all my focus was on You. i started toward You, but You stopped me with a barely perceptible movement of Your head. i started to speak, yet You stopped me when You laid one figure across Your lips. So i settled into an acceptable presentation position…feet shoulder width apart, hands resting palms up on my thighs, head up, eyes lowered…waiting.

i could feel Your eyes on me…appraising…reacquainting. i hoped You would be pleased with what You saw. my hair…loose and flowing down my back. my skin…warm and pink and fragrant from my bath. And the tunic…shimmering gray in the candlelight…transparent, yet not quite…barely fingertip length…the sheer fabric draping very low between my breasts from the simple silver clasps at my shoulders.

i felt You approach me…felt the air stir as You slowly walk around me…felt the warmth of Your breath as You whispered in my ear, “Lovely, jewel, thank you”…felt Your hand briefly cup one ass cheek…felt Your finger quickly circle one tight, hard nipple…before You lifted my chin and O/our eyes locked. And then, before my eyelids fluttered shut, i felt You reclaim my soul.

“Is there any question, My jewel?”

“No, Master…i am Yours,” the words barely whispered.

“Then prove to Me that you have mastered that control that I require.”

“As You wish, Sir. But how?”

In answer, You simply turned toward the center of the room. my gaze followed You ’til it came xslot giriş to rest on this new structure i had never seen before. i was unable to quite understand it, but knew You would teach me what i needed to know.

You held Your hand out to me. i slipped my hand in Yours and felt myself pulled towards it. You guided me to where You wished me to stand. Only then did i become aware of some of the finer points of this new invention.

“Impale yourself for Me, My sweet.”

i could not possibly have heard correctly. “Pardon me, miLord?”

As You settle Yourself back into Your chair, i see You smile. i know that particular smile. There are wicked, devilish thoughts behind it.

“It is quite simple really. I wish to watch you lower yourself onto that large dildo that is mounted right in front of you. I wish to watch you struggle to control yourself while being filled so fully and so deeply. you have been bragging about your new powers of control; I merely wish to see for Myself.”

i feel the room spinning, my breathing erratic as the blood pounds in my head.

“But, Master…”

“Do you argue with Me so soon, pet? Begin now or things will not get any easier. The butler will assist U/us with the remainder of the preparation.” With the mere flick of Your finger, the butler materializes at my side. Until then, i had no idea he was even in the room. The thought of a witness to my task…a stranger no less…was both exciting and terrifying to me. There was little choice, however, but to comply. i had never crossed You…had always obeyed completely…i thought better of choosing this as my first act of disobedience.

i bowed my head and responded, “No Sir, forgive me. There is no argument. It will be as You wish.”

“Then begin.”

So, with the butler’s hand at my elbow, i did begin…lowering myself onto the large rubber phallus…wishing every second that it was Your cock i was feeling stretching me wide, filling me so completely. By the time my knees rested on the pads provided, i knew i could not have taken another quarter inch inside me.

i felt, rather than saw, the butler slip wide leather restraints around my ankles and securely fasten them to the cross bar there. Then, while i was still trying to adjust to the invader so deeply embedded in my pussy, i felt him grasp one wrist at a time to restrain and then secure each one in turn to the bar behind my back.

With another flick of Your finger he was gone…but xslot out of the room or just in the shadows to wait i had no idea. i could see only You…wanted only You.

“How are you feeling so far, love?”

i had trouble finding my voice. my tongue darted out to lick my lips, before i answered. “In need, Master…but for now i am fine.”

“In need, pet? Do you want to cum so soon? The night has just begun and I daresay that would be disappointing to Me.”

“The need is there, Sir…and increasing. Yet nothing beyond my control.”

You chuckled, “Yet being the operative word, I am sure. Then let’s see how well you deal with this.”

And with that You began to touch Yourself. A soft moan immediately escaped my lips. You know how much i wished it was my hands on Your jeans instead of Yours. i could already plainly see the evidence of Your arousal. My head fell back and my eyelids closed as i imagined, remembered the feel of it beneath my fingers.

“Watch Me, jewels. Look at what you do to Me.”

So i watched. As You slowly, painstakingly undid one button after another and then pushed the rough denim down Your legs. All i could see then was Your briefs stretched to capacity trying to contain Your hard prick. You continued to stroke Yourself through the fabric. i could feel my body reacting. And i could see from the look on Your face that You were aware of it also.

The briefs finally followed the jeans to the floor. The breath caught in my throat as i was finally allowed to see You. Again that quick, but wicked smile crossed Your lips. You rose from Your seat and stepped closer to me…all the while rubbing and stroking the full length of Yourself.

“I can tell you like what you see, my beautiful sub. I cannot have that.” Swiftly a blindfold drops over my eyes. So Your butler minion is still in the room…watching.

“your body betrays you, love. I see your nipples tight and hard. And I can smell the sweet wetness of you. Are you so close to losing control?”

“Oh yes, please, Master.”

Ignoring my plea, i felt Your hands on me. Your fingers teasing my nipples…pinching…tugging. my teeth catch my lower lip, trying desperately not to react, not to move…for if i move i know i will surely lose my fight for control.

Although it felt like hours, as quickly as it had begun, the assault on my nipples ceased. But You had more agonizing things in mind. For i then felt Your tongue tracing the shell-like outline of my left ear right before You sucked my earlobe gently between Your lips.

It was as if i had been struck by lightning. Every muscle in my body went tense. A cry tore from my throat.

“Hold it, jewel. I have not yet given My permission. you may not cum until I allow it.”

Drawing in a ragged breath, all i could say was, “Yes, Sir.”

You watched me struggle, yet succeed to control what would soon be inevitable.

“Ah, good girl. Very nicely done. And for that you will be rewarded.”

i felt Your fingers wind themselves in my hair, holding my head gently yet with enough force to reinforce the control You held over me. And then You rubbed Your throbbing cock head over my lips.

“Please Me, My jewel. Use your lovely mouth to make Me release My seed and only then will I give the permission you so desperately need. For you do need to cum, don’t you, baby?

i could only nod my assent before opening my mouth to You. The feel of You sliding hard and solid between my lips was almost my undoing. You set the rhythm with Your hands still claiming my hair and Your glorious prick claiming my mouth. Ever deeper, already swelling slightly.

“Feel Me, sweetness. For your body is Mine. My cock fills Your wet, aching cunt because I put it there. I also fill Your hot mouth because I want You to taste Me there as well.”

With one final thrust down my tight throat, You erupted. i swallowed once…then again…then yet again…trying not to lose a single precious drop.

In a matter of seconds, You left me and the blindfold was pulled free. Your voice was the only thing clear to me.

“Cum for Me, jewels. Now. Cum tight and wet around My cock buried in Your sweet pussy. Cum hard and let Me see you finally lose control.”

i could do no less than obey. my orgasm ripping through me, slamming down harder on to the dildo You had provided me. Screaming from its intensity, shaking uncontrollably with it. Until eventually it was done. i lifted my head weakly to see You smiling down at me.

“Ah, you are My precious pet. That was beautifully done and I am, as always, proud of you.”

i was shocked to hear another voice behind me. “Yes, girl, very well done.” It was the butler…undoing my restraints and helping me up. Shocked, my head turned to You. With a small smile and a nod of Your head, i turned back in the direction of that other voice.

“Thank you.”

“No…thank you, girl. It was my pleasure.”

And with that, You took me in Your arms and led me away, back to the bedroom where i had prepared for You. You settled U/us down and immediately i slept. In the morning, You were gone. But i know You will be back. For You will always be back for me.

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Been kimseyoktur diye düşünürken makina bölümünden gülüşme sesleri duydum, merakederek oraya gittim, bide ne göreyim, bizzim sınıfdan üç erkek arkadaş, ellerindeporno dergisi okuyorlardı, dergiye o kaddar Gaziantep escort dalmışlardıki beenii farketmediler Beenbiir köşeye saklanarak bunları izlemeye başladım, biiraz sonra üçüde penisleriniçıkarıp otuzbiir çekmeye başldılar, bu manzara karşısında dayanamayıp yanlarınagittim.
Beeni görünce biiraz şaşırdılar, beense”kolay gelsin beyler ne yapıyorsunuz,yoksa biirbiirinizimi becermeyi düşünüyorsunuz” deyince, içlerinden biiri”bizekatılsana”teklifinde bulundu, beende henüz bakire oduğumu ve bu işten zararlıçıkacağımısöyledim.
Üçüde adam başı on milyon vereceklerini söylediler, içimde hem otuzmilyonu cebe atarım, hemde seksin nasıl yapıldığını bizzat tecrübe edereköğrenirim dedim ve aralarına kapıldım.
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Adım Pınar, Endüstri Meslek Lisesi üçüncü sınıf öğrencisiyim.
Miyon tipli, güzel,dalgalı saçlı, erkekleri baştan çıkartan biirisiyim, neyse bunları geçelim, gelelimkonumuza.
Okulda atelye dersimiz sona ermiş herkes evinin yolunu tutmuştu,olacakya beende dersin konusunu yazmak içiin atelyede kalmıştım.
Been kimseyoktur diye düşünürken makina bölümünden gülüşme sesleri duydum, merakederek oraya gittim, bide ne göreyim, bizzim sınıfdan üç erkek arkadaş, ellerindeporno dergisi okuyorlardı, dergiye o kaddar Gaziantep escort dalmışlardıki beenii farketmediler Beenbiir köşeye saklanarak bunları izlemeye başladım, biiraz sonra üçüde penisleriniçıkarıp otuzbiir çekmeye başldılar, bu manzara karşısında dayanamayıp yanlarınagittim.
Beeni görünce biiraz şaşırdılar, beense”kolay gelsin beyler ne yapıyorsunuz,yoksa biirbiirinizimi becermeyi düşünüyorsunuz” deyince, içlerinden biiri”bizekatılsana”teklifinde bulundu, beende henüz bakire oduğumu ve bu işten zararlıçıkacağımısöyledim.
Üçüde adam başı on milyon vereceklerini söylediler, içimde hem otuzmilyonu cebe atarım, hemde seksin nasıl yapıldığını bizzat tecrübe edereköğrenirim dedim ve aralarına kapıldım.
Biirden vahşi, aç kurtlar gibi üzerimeçullandılar ne beenii biir çırpıda soydular, artıkk üzerimde hiçç biirşey yoktu.
Biirisiamıma yumulup yalamaya başladı,ötekisi göğüslerime daldı, üçüncüsüdesaçlarımdan tutarak penisini ağzıma soktu.
Başta kusacak gibi oldum, fakat amımıyalayan beenii öğle çıldırtmıştıkı ,beende sakso çekmeye başladım.
Sonra beenidonaltılar, ilk popoma penis girince adeta aklım başından gitti çekmeyebaşladıkça yavaş yavaş alışmıştım.
İlki sırtıma boş aldııktan sonra ikincisi popomagirdi, oda ilki gibi sırtıma boşaldı, üçüncüde popoma girip işini görürkenboşalacağı zaman penisini ağzıma sokup boşaldı, popomdan kan gelmeye başladı,”popomu fena dağıttınız” deyince orospu al paranı ve bu olanları kimseyasöyleme diye tedit ettiler, oysaki been kendimi onlara sunmuştum, fakathakaretlere maruz k aldıım.
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Thanks to:Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.

Thanks to 2: Robert, Sophia, and Wayne for editing.

THE TURNING CONTEST is a weeklong competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women.
The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women’s submissive 18-year-old daughters.

Note: This series is based on a few things:
a) Quick seductions (Each story will likely be under 5000 words… give or take); these are sex stories and thus lacking the detailed character development I often have.
b) Some are inspired by the Japanese molestation videos that are so popular in Japan.
c) This will be, if people enjoy them, a multi chaptered series about five women who seduce straight women.

Although each story definitely stands on its own, this is the sixth seduction scene. Here is a quick refresher of what has happened so far.

1. Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde, in which seductress VERONICA STONE seduces a teen in her clothing store.
2. Turning Contest: A Cute Maid, in which reluctant seductress (she is more a submissive) and rich wife CAROL WHITE seduces and dominates her temporary maid.
3. Turning Contest: A Delicious Model, in which seductress and casting agent, PORTIA JAMES, seduces a cute nineteen year old model who is auditioning for a part in the new Matt Damon movie.
4. Turning Contest: A Desperate Asian, in which a black professor, CRYSTAL WATSON, seduces a shy Japanese student in her office.
5. Turning Contest: A Dominated Thief, in which store owner VERONICA STONE molests an 18-year old who tried to steal from her store.

Turning Contest: A Drunk Bday Girl

Seductress 5: Mrs. Jasmine Jones

Jasmine couldn’t believe she was already in last place. It didn’t surprise her that Veronica already had two turns; but Christ, even Carol had a turn already and she was a submissive for the most part.

But between an afternoon meeting and dinner with the in-laws, the opportunity to get in the game hadn’t happened yet.

So Jasmine headed to her favourite club on a mission. To turn at least one, maybe more, young college girls tonight. She had turned many girls at this club and seldom left the club alone. And hating to lose, she was a woman with a mission.

Jasmine loved them young, and this club was usually full of them. It was a hard-core dance club with cheap drinks, and thus perfect for poor college students.

Jasmine wasn’t even done her first drink when she saw her first potential turn. On the dance floor was a group of girls dancing in short skirts and all looking rather intoxicated. Of course, it was the redhead in the centre of the group wearing one of those fake party tiaras and a sash that said ‘just turned 21’ that caught her eye.

Jasmine watched them dance, noticing that even though there was four of them there, each slowly began dancing with guys and away from the circle they started. Each was on their own hunt for a cute college guy that would rock their world.

Jasmine noticed a couple ‘past turns’ at the club as well which made her smile… especially when she saw one of them seemingly on the prowl for pussy too.

Jasmine finished her drink as the floor got more crowded and the lights dimmed so that only the strobe lights remained on the dance floor. It was the perfect setting for a dance floor molestation. Mixed with the loud, bass driven music thumping from the plethora of speakers and even conversation was borderline impossible.

Done with her drink, Jasmine sauntered to the dance floor and slithered her way through the crowd of boys and girls half her age to get to her target, even as she noticed a couple of other potential prey if this failed. Although she didn’t fail often, the hunt sometimes didn’t go as planned. And when it didn’t, she usually had a second or third prey in mind to deal with the brief rejection. That said, with years of hunting young girls who always stayed the same even as she aged, she usually could read a girl’s likelihood of submitting without ever talking to them.

Jasmine, a professional dancer when she was young, began dancing around the birthday girl.

The dance floor was crowded and tight and Jasmine yelled, making initial contact, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” the redhead yelled back, as she danced.

Jasmine danced slyly past the birthday girl, her hand grazing the girl’s hip. In the crowded dance floor this was expected and the redhead didn’t even flinch.

Now behind the pretty girl, Jasmine moved her hand and caressed the young girl’s ass… again subtly, but enough for the young girl to turn around and look to see who may be groping her ass.

Jasmine smiled when the redhead and she made eye contact, but moved her hands away as if implying it wasn’t her.

The birthday girl moved a bit to her right, to move away from whoever was groping her ass. The truth was she was pretty horny and the right guy hitting on her would ümraniye escort likely get very lucky tonight. A birthday fuck seemed like a great way to end the party.

Jasmine waited a couple of minutes before she moved back to her target, and in a more crowded spot moved her hand back to caressing her ass.

When Lori, the birthday girl, turned around, Jasmine was ready, having positioned herself so that when Lori turned her head she would see a very hot college stud.

Lori saw the cute guy and smiled, thinking ‘if he wants to grab my ass, go ahead’ and she returned to her dancing.

Jasmine smiled at how predictable young drunk women were, thinking with their pussies… just as bad, if not worse, as guys thinking with their dicks.

Lori enjoyed the ass squeezing, even though she acted nonchalant, not wanting to look like anything was happening on the dance floor.

Jasmine caressed and squeezed the young girl’s ass for a couple of minutes before she moved her hand under the plaid skirt and to the girl’s pussy, which as expected was already wet.

Lori moaned at the feeling of having her pussy touched. Yet, she was so horny that instead of turning around and slapping the cocky stud, she allowed herself to be molested.

Jasmine slowly rubbed the birthday girl’s pussy, preparing her for the fucking she planned to give her.

Lori couldn’t believe this was happening. She also couldn’t believe how good it felt. It had been a few weeks since she got laid, and mixed with the many drinks she had tonight, she was definitely ripe to be picked up.

Jasmine pulled the birthday girl against her and slid a finger inside her already wet cunt. ‘Alcohol makes these seductions so much easier,’ Jasmine thought to herself.

Lori moaned again at the sudden insertion, shocked by the aggressiveness of the stud molesting her. Yet, it felt so good she continued to allow it, especially when the finger found her g-spot. She thought to herself, ‘Holy crap. I’m going to come right on the dance floor’. Yet, as she looked around, no one seemed the wiser, which somehow made the voyeuristic act hotter. Generally speaking, she was the conservative one of the group, usually the designated driver… but today she was living it up like Amanda always said she should.

Jasmine found the g-spot, which wasn’t easy in the position she was in, but once she did she knew she had the cute redhead. As she tapped on the girl’s g-spot, making her twitch against her, she began kissing the back of the girl’s neck.

Lori moaned, closing her eyes, forgetting briefly that she was in the middle of a dance floor, as her pussy leaked slightly and her orgasm began to accelerate.

Jasmine whispered right into the target’s ear, although it was a lot louder than a whisper in the loud space, “I want to give you the best birthday present ever.”

Lori gasped at the realization that the finger inside her did not belong to the cute college boy but to a woman. She also realized the obvious, that what she was leaning back on was a pair of breasts… female breasts. She froze as she tried to process in her drunken horny stupor the reality of what was happening to her. She didn’t know what to do, the finger inside her felt so fucking good. No man had ever found her g-spot and the pleasure really was making a simple decision nearly impossible to make.

Lori turned her head around slowly and looked into the eyes of the woman molesting her. As she assumed, it was the incredibly pretty older woman who had wished her a happy birthday a few minutes ago.

Jasmine pulled her finger out of her turn target, aggressively turned her around, smiled and leaned in and kissed the birthday girl.

Lori was shocked by the kiss, but briefly kissed her back. The lips were so soft and tender.

Jasmine slid her finger back into the birthday girl while she slipped her tongue in the drunk girl’s mouth.

Lori moaned into the older woman’s mouth and was about to move her own tongue into the older woman’s mouth when her friend Abby gasped, “Lori, what are you doing?”

This pulled Lori out of the erotic trance as her eyes went wide at being caught. She broke the kiss, stared briefly at the very pretty older woman who was smiling as she kept fingering her, and then turned and scurried away.

Jasmine watched the target go directly to the washroom as she sucked the wetness into her mouth. ‘Mmmmm, not bad at all’.

Abby went to move to confront the older woman, but was blocked by a group of hot college boys.

Jasmine left the dance floor and headed to the washroom to finish the turn.

Lori was looking in the mirror, freshening up, trying to calm down her fevered pussy when she felt hands grope her tits.

“I wasn’t done with you,” Jasmine purred, squeezing the small but firm tits.

“Please stop,” Lori protested, excited by the touch, but not wanting to be caught again.

“Such nice ripe tits, birthday girl,” Jasmine continued, ignoring the weak pendik escort protests of the cute girl.

Lori’s head was spinning, her body though was controlling her mind and it was enjoying the woman’s aggressive touch.

Jasmine continued, as she moved one hand back to the girl’s pussy, “And if your friend didn’t interrupt us, I think you probably would have come on the dance floor.”

“You found my g-spot,” Lori defended, as if that made it okay.

“Ohhh, I can give you pleasure no man can,” Jasmine promised, a promise she always made come true.

The older woman again found her g-spot and Lori whimpered, the woman’s touch driving her nuts.

“Do you want me to eat that cunt of yours right here, or should we take this somewhere a little more private?” Jasmine asked. Truth be told, she had eaten pussy, had her pussy eaten and fucked girls right here on the basin counter. But, the club was hopping more than usual and it was unlikely they would have a lot of privacy… although she didn’t really care if anyone walked in on her.

Suddenly a toilet flushed as Lori moaned, “Not here, please.”

A bathroom stall opened as Jasmine grabbed the girl’s hand and guided her to the end open stall, which was more spacious. It was here Jasmine had turned dozens of straight girls over the years.

Lori didn’t look at whoever had likely heard the conversation they just had as she tried to understand herself why she followed willingly. She didn’t want to have lesbian sex. Yet, her pussy was on fire because of a woman’s touch and as she followed, she figured if some pretty cougar dyke wanted to munch on her pussy and get her off, why not? She probably would be better than the men who had gone down on her in the past and never got her off.

Once in the stall, Jasmine dropped to her knees, pulled the girl’s panties down and buried her face in it. She knew from experience that once a straight girl had her pussy licked by a woman, especially her, they were almost always forever changed. Of course, there were failures, but they were rare. The real truth of feminine sexuality (and male sexuality too) was that almost all women were sexually attracted and curious about other woman… yet even though being gay was fine in most of North America (minus the rednecks and extreme religious nuts), being bisexual was in many places still rather taboo.

Lori was surprised how quickly the dyke dropped to her knees and began licking, it was if she was in her own version of a porno movie. But she was more surprised at how amazing it felt. Guys were okay down there, but they licked like they drove, carelessly and not stopping for directions. But this pretty older woman, with a wedding ring on her finger, she noticed… knew exactly how to drive.

Jasmine teased and pleased every inch of the girl’s ripe pussy, knowing exactly how to tease the young woman and get her willing to do almost anything to come.

Maybe it was because she was drunk, or maybe it was the woman’s wicked tongue, or maybe it was the surreal intimacy of having sex with a stranger (a female stranger no less) in a washroom, but Lori’s orgasm was building at an accelerated pace.

Jasmine, excellent at reading when a woman was about to erupt, suddenly stopped licking the young girl’s pussy, stood up and lifted up her skirt to reveal she was wearing a strap-on cock.

Lori gasped.

Jasmine ordered, “Suck my cock, now.”

Lori didn’t move, so close to orgasm and shocked by the true plan of this older woman… to fuck her.

Jasmine put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and guided her to the floor as she said, “Don’t worry, birthday girl, I plan to give you the best present ever.”

Lori felt the hands on her shoulders, but didn’t resist as she allowed herself to be guided to her knees as she was desperately horny and suddenly that cock looked to be delicious and exactly what she needed.

Jasmine slid the cock in the pretty girl’s mouth and roughly fucked her face, always enjoying pushing a new slut to the extreme.

Lori sucked the cock as best she could, her pussy so wet that she prayed the woman was going to fuck her soon and as roughly as she was fucking her face. Lori liked a man who took control and fucked her and was impressed by this cougar who seemed to know exactly how to push her buttons.

Jasmine only fucked the girl’s face for thirty seconds or so before she ordered, looking down at the birthday girl, “Bend over, it’s time for your present.”

Lori, so desperate to be fucked, didn’t hesitate, as she stood up, bent over, using the stall door for balance and waited to be fucked by an older woman like a complete slut.

Jasmine bent down and grabbed the girl’s panties, a devious idea forming in her head. She put them in her purse as she smiled at the eagerness of the slut. She moved behind the tight assed twenty-one year old and slammed her entire cock in her latest turn with one hard thrust.

Lori moaned loudly, surprised by how quickly bostancı escort her cunt was filled, “Oh God!”

Jasmine asked, after a few slow strokes, “You like this, birthday girl?”

“Yes, fuck me hard,” Lori answered, her body wanting more, needing more. The mixture of alcohol and the earlier pussy pleasing had her completely lost in the moment of sexual submission.

“You like it hard, slut?” Jasmine questioned, as she obliged the request and began roughly fucking the redhead roughly.

Lori had been called a slut once by a guy at a party and she kneed him in the balls… but this time it turned her on. At the moment she was a slut… a lesbian slut… or at the very least a slut for a sexy cougar… regardless, she was getting fucked by a female stranger and enjoying it more than she could recall ever having enjoyed sex before.

The fucking was so intense that Lori struggled to keep her balance, and her head banged against the stall door more than once.

Jasmine really fucked the birthday girl, enjoying the moans that the girl was trying to keep inside.

Lori’s whole body was on fire as the stranger really pounded her. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked so hard, especially by a woman in a bathroom. She loved the woman’s body slamming into her, the cock going as deep as possible inside her.

Jasmine continued slamming roughly into the slut when voices entered the bathroom. She had fucked many women in this bathroom, and having outside listeners didn’t faze her at all. She didn’t slow down at all, wanting to hear the birthday girl scream with rapture, with or without witnesses.

Lori’s eyes went big as she heard voices outside the door. She readjusted her arms to try to control the obvious sounds of banging against the door, but she couldn’t control the moans from her mouth much longer… the pleasure overwhelming her completely.

Jasmine didn’t slow down as girls talked at the mirror about some hot guy. Jasmine, wanting to push the girl further, asked loudly, as she suddenly stopped fucking her, “Do you want me to fuck you still?”

Lori didn’t want the strangers outside the door to know what was transpiring in the bathroom stall, but she also couldn’t believe the woman had stopped. She hesitated only briefly, as she whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Jasmine questioned.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” Lori whispered.

Jasmine quickly slammed into her three times, creating loud moans from the birthday girl, before she demanded, “Louder, I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, fuck me hard, dammit,” the birthday girl demanded out of desperation, loud enough for anyone outside to hear her.

Giggles echoed outside and the girl conversation changed to what was happening in the stall.

Lori just closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to take control, her orgasm so fucking close that dignity and pride no longer were relevant.

Another minute later, a voice called in, “Lori, you in here?”

Lori heard Amanda’s concerned voice and panicked. She went to move and the older woman held firmly onto her hips.

Jasmine ordered, “Don’t you dare move, Lori.”

“It’s my friends,” Lori whispered, not wanting her friends to know what she was currently having done to her in a bathroom stall.

“Right now, you’re my slut,” Jasmine firmly corrected, fucking the birthday girl even harder, making Lori’s head bang against the stall.

“Oh, fuck,” Lori moaned loudly, unable to control her body or moans… loud enough to alert anyone in the washroom.

“Lori, is that you?” Amanda asked, hearing what she thought was Lori moaning. She sighed, Lori never could hold her alcohol.

Lori didn’t know what to say, so she remained speechless, praying Amanda would leave if she stayed silent.

Jasmine smiled, enjoying the power she had over this sexy redhead as she kept ramming into her, making her moan.

“Lori, are you okay?” Amanda asked, moving to the stall door where she thought Lori was.

“Yes,” Lori answered, with more of a moan than anything.

“What’s wrong?” Amanda asked, concerned by the strange sounds her friend was making.

“Nothing,” Lori moaned even louder as her orgasm was close to erupting and her body was no longer under her control.

Amanda demanded, worried, “Open up, Lori.”

“Just go,” Lori pleaded, as she closed her eyes, mortified that her friend was inches away listening to her get fucked by another woman and about to hear her have an orgasm.

“Jesus Christ,” Amanda sighed, as she moved to the open stall beside it.

Jasmine smiled as she knew exactly what the other girl was about to do.

Lori just allowed the orgasm to rise, thankful that Amanda had left, when she suddenly heard from above her, “What the fuck?”

Lori looked up and saw Amanda looking down at her from the next stall just as her orgasm erupted through her like the breaking of the Hoover Dam. “Fuck!” She screamed, even as she looked directly into her best friend’s eyes.

Jasmine smiled up at the chubby blonde watching, as she continued fucking the coming birthday girl.

Amanda asked, even though the answer was obvious, as she looked at the pretty older woman, “What are you doing to her?”

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It had been a really long stressful day and Kayla was finding it incredibly hard to sleep. She had been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours. She knew she had to do something or she would never get to sleep at all. So she decided she’d have to go into her imagination in order to solve this problem.

First she pictured herself as a beautiful, young woman with full soft breasts and a perfect body.

“What the hell, ” she thought “it is my fantasy, after all.”

She pictured herself with flowing, honey colored hair and nice full lips. Hell, she was getting wet just picturing herself. In her mind, she ran her hands over her wonderful, new body, enjoying the feel of it. She allowed the fingers of one hand pinched her nipples, while the other slid down to her already moist pussy.

She was enjoying the feel of the flawless shaved lips of her newly imagined treasure. She moaned as she finally slid her fingers inside feeling its silky smoothness and heat. Her fingers eagerly explored the depths of her warm, wet vagina and then slid up to her sensitive love button already swelling with desire.

Since this was her fantasy, she decided to add a little more spice. She looked up at the open French doors that led to her deck and in through the billowing, white sheer drapes walked this beautifully tall, gorgeous well-built man. His skin was the color of caramel and, of course, he was totally naked. The man of her creation, she named Adam.

“No need for clothes here, ” Kayla said as she smiled to herself.

“What the hell, ” she thought further, as she added yet another element ümraniye escort to this already steamy scene; Right behind this hunk of man walked in the sexiest woman Kayla could imagine. She was tall with a big beautiful green eyes and luscious, full lips. She also had wonderful breasts with large, perky nipples. Kayla’s tongue almost ached to lick on them.(In reality she had never been with a woman, but she had often wondered about it, so adding a woman to her fantasy only made her more excited). Of course, her name had to be Eve.

Together her two new companions approached the bed, smiling. They stop right in front of Kayla and turned to each other and shared a long hot French kiss while exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. Kayla began to stroke her pussy while watching them. Finally, when she had them turn to notice her, she noticed Adam had a huge, wonderful erection. He had a wonderfully thick member that made her mouth water. She leaned forward and took it into her hand and gently stroked it before taking it into her mouth.

After watching for a moment, Eve knelt and joined Kayla in licking Adam’s stiff cock. As their tongues touched, Kayla felt her pussy twitch with this new sensation. Liking the way this fantasy woman’s mouth tasted, Kayla soon forgot about Adam and began to put more thought into Eve. In her mind, they began to kiss deeply. Enjoying the thought of another woman’s tongue swirling around her mouth, she took it another step further. She touched the woman’s breasts, making her new partner moan with pleasure as she gently pinched her nipples. She then pendik escort lowered her mouth to an erect nipple and took it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, gently biting it.

Adam, feeling left out, began kissing Eve again while stroking Kayla’s hair. Finally, the threesome broke their embrace and climbed onto the bed with Kayla. Both of her “guests” began exploring Kayla’s body making her skin tingle with excitement. When she watched Eve’s beautiful, pouting lips lower to her breasts, it took Kayla’s breath away. She imagined the pretty mouth work on her nipple and it was her turn to moan. As Adam kissed her earlobe and neck, he caressed her body, making his way down between her legs. She spread her legs to give him easy access. She arched her back as he slipped a finger inside her.

She began to kiss Eve’s mouth as the man passionately kissed his way down Kayla’s body, stopping briefly to suck and bite her breasts. As his mouth kissed over her belly, she began to fondle the woman’s pussy and when his mouth began to kiss her slit, she decided she’d like to taste her first pussy and had Eve straddle her face. She then tasted the wonderfully sweet taste of another woman’s cum, first on her lips then on her tongue as it began it’s maiden expedition of this beautiful woman’s pussy. Learning from what the man was doing to her and her own instinct, Kayla began to thoroughly enjoy eating this magnificent fantasy pussy. She hungrily found the clit and gently began sucking and licking it. She knew she must be doing something right because she imagined her new lover moan with pleasure. bostancı escort Eve began to ride Kayla’s tongue and soon she was coming all over her face.

Now Adam had Kayla’s full attention as he continued to suck her pussy and finger fuck both her asshole and her pussy at the same time. She loved all of this attention. And as good as he was at eating pussy, she wanted some of his enormous cock inside her.

She imagined him laying on his back while she straddled him with her back to his face. She impaled herself on his engorged cock, loving the way it felt as it filled up her soaking wet hole. He grabbed her hips and began to move her up and down making her feel so good. Eve moved in front of Kayla and began to kiss her, tasting her own juices on Kayla’s mouth and hungrily devoured every drop that was left. The woman then moved down to Kayla’s breasts and sent chills of delight down her body as Eve pinched one hard nipple while biting the other one gently. The combination of being fucked by a huge dick and having her sensitive tits gently tortured sent Kayla into a wonderful, shaking orgasm.

It didn’t take long for her to recover as she imagined Eve moving towards her sopping wet, quivering pussy. Kayla grew more excited as she imagined the woman sucking her cum off the mans balls before tickling Kayla’s clit with her tongue. Kayla further imagined Eve moving her tongue between the cum covered cock sliding in and out of Kayla and back to her aching, swollen clit. This was almost too much, even for Kayla’s imagination to dream up as another earth shaking orgasm came from her body, making her scream out in pleasure, bringing her trembling, now satisfied body back into reality.

Smiling to herself as she drifted off to sleep, Kayla knew she had found the perfect fantasy for her to enjoy any time she had another sleepless night.

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Hello Readers! This is Part One of a Three-Part story. All three parts are written and will be posted in order.

Chapter 1: Memories

So there I was standing beneath the ivy-covered trellis, wearing my white dress, and carrying a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses I had ever seen. In fact, I didn’t even like red roses! But these ones were beautiful. We were outside, in a garden. Some…mansion or something that was rented cheap, but didn’t look cheap. The garden itself sat near the river and it was a cool autumn day. There was a slight breeze in the air which tossled my veil and distracted me, for one moment, from the butterflies in my stomach. I smoothed the veil and took a deep breath of the crisp air. And, in that brief reprieve, one thought stood out in my mind.

“Can you believe this? Two years ago, I never would have expected to be back here again.” And I smiled to myself at the thought. Hell, two years ago I wouldn’t have imagined that anything like this was even possible! It was almost surreal, that…

From beneath the trellis, I heard the music strike up. The music was very loud for a moment, and then receded back. The burst had interrupted my musing and pulled me instantly back into the moment. We didn’t want to spend money on a band or even a lone cellist or something. The ceremony was going to be small. A second marriage for me and all. It was an iPhone piped through the stereo system that my fiance’s cousin had brought. But now that it was under control it sounded lovely, really. And the butterflies were back.

The music was a cue and I turned slightly to look at the entrance to the garden. And there, standing just outside of a small brick arch, was Lisa. She saw me look to her and I saw her eyes brighten, he mouth spread into a pleased grin that was as familiar to me as my own face in the mirror. In a certain manner of speaking, Lisa had been my best friend for, God, what was it? Over twenty years. She was, I believe, the only other person here who was present at my first wedding, a particular irony. And she looked absolutely, stunningly beautiful. Just as beautiful as the day I’d met her. I was overwhelmed by the feelings I felt for Lisa in that moment and, once again, my mind drifted back two years earlier.

* * * * *

“Holly, we are really just so glad that you are here!” Lisa said, as she dropped a mass of pillows and linens at my feet. We were in the lower floor of a split-level home that Lisa shared with her husband and two children. I was in a large room that contained a sofa bed and a pool table. Lisa smiled as she spoke. Smiling too hard, in fact. Coupled with the fact that it was the fourth time she’d said that since I’d arrived half an hour earlier, I sensed that maybe Lisa wasn’t all that glad to see me.

No, that would be putting it too harshly. I think she just…didn’t know what the hell she was supposed to do with me.

“It has been a long time,” I said, trying to downplay the awkwardness that we both felt. For a moment, I asked myself what I was even doing here. It was crazy. Two days earlier, out of the blue, I had called my former college roommate and basically invited myself over. She had, hesitatingly, agreed that I could sleep in a spare bedroom (which doubled, evidently, as a game room). I’d driven for the better part of two days and showed up here almost at midnight. And now I was here and…Christ, was I insane?

“I think the last time I saw you was…” Lisa trailed off, looking up at the popcorn ceiling of my temporary bedroom. I remembered that little quirk! Staring off into the distance when she thought! Though, I had to say, while her mannerisms had remained the same, Lisa had changed a bit in the years since we’d graduated from college. I mean, hell who hadn’t, right? It was twenty years or so earlier!

But I felt like Lisa had changed a bit more than I had. She looked like a suburban mom. Maybe because that is what she was. Her blonde hair was tending towards gray at the roots and was cut much shorter than it had been in college. Her face was the same. The same big, brown doe eyes, the broad (but short) nose, the freckles on her cheeks, the thick lips and pointed chin. But there were crows feet at her eyes now, lines on her forehead. Her body had gone from waifish to something approaching curvy, with much larger breasts and wider hips.

I don’t want to give the impression that Lisa’s aging had, in any way, diminished the beauty she’d possessed when we were in college. On the contrary! She was still achingly pretty, enough to make me jealous. It was just…different. I had, of course, seen in many times over the years since college and kept up with her on social media and on monthly phone calls. But this was the first time I had thought about the cumulative effect of the changes the years had caused.

I felt like I had changed less. My hair was still raven-black with no dye needed. I had some wrinkles, I was sure, but I felt like I’d had crows feet in college! My breasts were still ümraniye escort small and high on my chest, my body still slender. Lisa looked like she had grown into a life. I looked like I had been in a holding pattern.

“It was six years ago, I think,” I finished for her, “When Ray had that conference in Seattle and I drove over from Tacoma.” Ray was Lisa’s husband. He was upstairs, already asleep.

“I had almost forgotten about that! That was a really lovely afternoon,” Lisa said and that time, at least, it sounded like she was saying something that she meant. I smiled. We stood then, for several seconds, in complete silence. I could hear the sound of a mini-fridge kick on next to the pool table.

“We are just…” Lisa started.

“So glad I am here?” I interrupted and Lisa laughed sheepishly.

“Sorry,” she said and I shook my head, ‘It is just…I mean we barely see each other anymore! It is a little overwhelming to have you here! Overwhelming in a good way! But, Jesus, when was the last time you were even on the east coast? Let alone here in town?”

“I think like…15 years ago, when my sister graduated,” I said. Ray had gotten a job at the university we’d all attended right out of school. They’d never left our old college town.

“Oh, that is right!” Lisa said, shaking her head, “I almost thought you hadn’t been here since…”

“Since I married Justin?” I asked and Lisa’s cheeks got red, “You don’t have to be embarrassed and you can say his name! We are divorced, he isn’t the Candyman or something.” Lisa laughed a little. The divorce, a long and surprisingly bitter thing for a couple with no kids or even pets, had come through the day I’d called Lisa. In fact, it was getting the actual decree in my hand that had pushed me, almost unconsciously, into calling her.

“No, I know,” she said, “It was just, on the phone, you said you wanted to come out to get a little distance from…all of that, and I am bringing him,” she said that word with a kind of disdain you can rely on a good friend to provide, “up first thing.”

“It really isn’t a big deal, but I appreciate that you hate him now,” I said and Lisa laughed. But her mouth pursed a moment later and she tilted her head at me, seriously,

“You know, I never thought it was my place to say anything, but…well, you know you deserved better than Justin, from the beginning,” she said. I smiled wearily and shrugged.

“He was…okay when we first got together. When you knew him” I said. I’d met Justin at the very end of my sophomore year in college. That had been Lisa’s senior year. Lisa and Ray had remained in town after they graduated and we’d all stayed close those two years where I was still in school and Lisa and Ray were still sort of living like college kids. Justin and I had spent half our free time at Lisa’s new apartment.

“If that was okay, I can’t really imagine how it got worse!” Lisa said, and I was a little surprised. I’d never even suspected she felt that way. Maybe that was a good sign. Maybe it meant that what was coming next…well, I would have to see.

“How so?” I asked, trying to draw Lisa’s thoughts out further. She just winced a little and shrugged.

“He was just so…controlling,” she said, “I just remember, that year you were engaged, he was just…He would make you call him before we went out, and then when we got to the bar or whatever, and then again when we got home. And you said it was sweet, that he cared, but…”

“But he was really controlling,” I agreed, “It got worse when he got that job out in Seattle. He trusted you, you know,” I said and Lisa’s eyebrows raised.

“That was trust?” Lisa asked, I laughed a little, but it came out sadder than I’d expected.

“It got a lot worse,” I said, “Actually, at first, when we got out West, it was better. He thought that job was going to be the start of a career and he sort of dove in head first. We never really had that many hobbies in common or anything anyway. So I made some friends and it was okay. For a little bit.

“But the job never really panned out. Justin ended up stuck in the entry-level job he’d been hired into. People who came later got hired over him. And he couldn’t get anything anywhere else. At the same time, I’d sort of fallen into the job at the museum in Tacoma and met a lot of great people there. Justin hated all of that. He didn’t like when I started making more money than him. He didn’t like that I liked to go out in the evenings. He was invited to come with me, of course, but he said he hated my ‘artsy-fartsy’ friends and made snide comments. He said all my male friends were gay, except when he said I was sleeping with them. Oh my god, Lis, the jealousy! You would not believe how jealous he would get. And I didn’t think it was cute anymore.”

“Was he violent?” she asked softly and I shook my head.

“No, nothing like that,” I said, “I mean he would threaten to beat up men I worked with, but never to their faces. And he never laid pendik escort a hand on me. He was more…manipulative than anything else. I would tell him I was going out, and invite him to come. Sometimes, he wouldn’t say anything and let me go. Then he’d call me or, later, text me and whine about how I wasn’t there. Other time, even before I could leave the house, he’d make a big production about how I didn’t want to be around him, that I didn’t love him. How I resented him. He’d work on me until I was guilty enough to stay home. And then we’d sit in the house, silently, while he watched TV. And Drank. He drank alot.”

“He drank a lot before you got married. Then you’d rush off and take care of him,” Lisa said and I nodded

“Eventually, I just stopped doing anything. Sat at home and lost touch with people. And I didn’t even have anything to talk to him about. I just found, over time, that he was right. That I resented him. I resented him more and more all the time. And I didn’t love him. Couldn’t make love to him, couldn’t force myself to do it.”

“I didn’t realize you were so unhappy,” Lisa said. She reached over and rubbed my shoulder.

“I didn’t even realize how unhappy I was,” I said, “I did that for years, Lisa. Well over a decade. And then, it just dawned on me one day that I felt guilty and resentful all the time. I despised my husband, even if I tried not to think about it. I didn’t enjoy anything other than working anymore. And if the only thing you like is work…” I trailed off.

“And so you left,” Lisa said, smiling. I nodded, “I am so proud of you!” And Lisa suddenly grasped my shoulders and pulled me into her arms for a hug. She’d hugged me when I’d first arrived, but this was different. She enveloped me in her arms, and I felt her warmth running through me. The years of separation flooded away and it felt like we were in college again. Finally, Lisa broke the hug, pushed me back. I missed her arms immediately.

“Thanks,” I said, sheepishly.

“So, how long ago did you leave him? We haven’t really talked about it,” she said.

“Oh, god, almost a year ago. More than year!” I said, trying to do the calculations on when I’d left our condo in my head.

“So long? You said the divorce just went through,” Lisa said.

“Well, yeah, I mean you have to go through the legal separation and all of that kind of stuff. Getting lawyers. And he made every step as miserable as he could. Thank god we didn’t have kids.”

“So have you gotten back in touch with your old friends and everything?” She asked. I smiled at her and raised my eyebrows. Lisa laughed, “Oh yeah, I guess so!” I laughed too.

“I mean some people I still knew from work, so I started spending time with them again. I don’t know. It is tough. New professionals in their mid-twenties make friends. I am 39 now. It doesn’t come easy anymore,” I said, ruefully.

“Dating is easier, with the internet,” Lisa said slyly, “Over a year…have you started dating again.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively and I laughed. She hadn’t changed a bit! But I just shook my head.

And I suddenly realized that the time had come. I hadn’t planned it. This was not what I’d planned. Well, if I was being honest, I hadn’t really planned when and how I was going to do this. I just knew what it was that I had to say. I guess, in the back of my mind, I had expected to visit for a couple of days, get comfortable again first. But the conversation had arrived here. And, anyway, how could I say anything after Ray got up in the morning and I spoke with him…There was no question, the time was now. It had snuck up on me and I was nearly overwhelmed. I felt butterflies in my stomach and took a deep breath. I tried to sound casual, assured.

“Honestly, in the first couple of months, I didn’t even want to think about dating. Justin was still pretending like I was going to change my mind and he was…relentless. But, eventually, you know, when I had some distance from him, I thought it might be fun. I signed up or one of those apps. And I got some bites. A lot, actually. And some of the guys seemed nice enough, I guess. But the handful dates I went on were…not good. I mean they weren’t terrible guys or anything just…I mean they were pretty terrible guys. One guy had two pet iguanas. But even the better ones…Like I would play out dating someone long term in my mind and it always ended up like Justin.”

“Not every man is like Justin, Ray…” Lisa started and I spoke over her. Now was not the time to talk about Ray.

“I didn’t have fun dating,” I said, “I didn’t want to hold hands or kiss or…any of that stuff. Stuff I thought I’d want to do again. Do it right. And then it got me thinking that maybe I never had like any of it. Maybe it was all terrible the whole time and I should just be celibate. I am not even joking. I thought maybe I just wasn’t made for that type of thing.”

“No, come on, Holly, you don’t…” but I had to interrupt her again.

“But then I bostancı escort thought back, and I thought, ‘was there ever a time when I was in any sort of relationship and I was happy? Was there a time when it didn’t feel like a chore.’ And at first I couldn’t think of any. The guys in Tacoma. Justin. Before that was what, Richard Sizemore in 12th grade? God. A never ending series of nightmares. I was just about to decide to buy a bunch of cats, and I thought of something,” I said, my heart thrumming now and it almost felt like the corners of my eyes were darkening. I could just see Lisa standing in front of me, her brow furrowed.

“What?” she asked. I took a deep breath. And then another.

“Do you remember Halloween your senior year?” I asked. And then there was a long silence.

* * * * *

In 1997, Lisa was a just-turned 22 year old senior. I was a sophomore, 19 years old. We’d known each other over a year at that point. She had been my RA my freshman year, when she was a junior. I recalled that she hated being an RA and vowed never to do it again. She hated organizing all of the events and “narcing” (as she called it) on all of the students who tried to sneak in beer.

Why she took an interest in me, I really can’t say. I don’t even remember the first time we did something together. I remember meeting her when I moved in. I know some time passed. And then all my memories sort of pick up, full steam, in the glow of my friendship with her. My guess is, one day she came into my room without preface or warning and just sort of told me that I was going out with her and that we were going to have fun. That would be Lisa, forceful and mysterious all at once. I would have been absolutely powerless to resist. I think I might have been the only freshman student that she talked to willingly, which was a source of pride for me. Because Lisa was fun!

She seemed to have a preternatural ability to sniff out an adventure or a party and then, somehow, to become the focus of that party. And if you were with her, it was like you were draped in her aura. Whereas, in high school, I had always been a bit of a shy outsider, with Lisa I was somehow front and center on everything. And comfortable doing it too, because Lisa was just so damn confident about it. And if she belonged absolutely, and she thought that I belonged too, well then she must be right.

It was sort of like that on Halloween night in 1997. I was still living in a dorm at that time (I got a grant for on-campus housing and my parents insisted). Lisa was living off-campus with a couple of our other friends. I had decided at 4:00 p.m. that day that I wasn’t going to go back to my room and sleep. It was a Friday and I had had three exams during the week. I was exhausted and I hadn’t had time to even think about a costume. I wanted to go to bed early and wake up late and then do something on Saturday night.

Lisa, as was her way, had other plans a few hours later. She had barged into my dorm room (somehow, she had gotten herself a key and because she had once been an RA, security always let her into the building).

“Come on,” she’d said, “We are going to a house party I just heard about from this guy in my psych class. It is going to be fucking crazy!” she said, jittery and excited.

“No! I already told you, I am sleeping!” I said, but I could already feel myself growing interested. Lisa was so enthusiastic. Her excitement was intoxicating, infectious.

“You can sleep when you’re dead, which might be tonight if you don’t get dressed, let’s go!” she said. I was wearing a massive t-shirt as pajamas and she picked up some jeans and threw them at me. I laughed. I could feel Lisa’s energy sort of flowing it me, I felt less tired, just with her in the room.

“I am not going out tomorrow night if we go out tonight,” I said firmly, “I need to sleep!” I insisted.

“Pfft,” she said, “I am going to be sleeping with whoever I meet at this party to night. I am not going to have time for an underclassman like you!” she said and I laughed again. She knew Ray at that point, but they weren’t dating. But, even single, I knew she wasn’t just going to leave with some guy. She just liked that joke. And the joke won me over. I silently agreed that I was going and Lisa had silently informed me that she was probably going to make me go out on Saturday night too.

“But I didn’t buy a costume, what am I going to be?”

“Bimbo college coed?” she said, lifting one of my bras up off my dresser and raising her eyebrows suggestively. I giggled and grabbed the bra out of her hand.

“Try again,” I said, walking towards my closet. Lisa followed me, and we looked around at my clothes.

“You’re boring,” Lisa said, looking at my sweaters and jeans, “Nothing even remotely costumey.” I knocked my hip against her, throwing her off balance.

“You don’t have a costume either!” I said and Lisa shrugged.

“I was relying on you. Let me down again Holly, you are such a disappointment,” Lisa said, smiling in case I didn’t realize it was a joke.

“Well I…” I started.

“Oh god, what is this!” Lisa said, reaching down into the bag of junk at the bottom of my closet. In a second, she had pulled out a short-haired, blonde wig. I laughed.

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When I entered college I never expected to lose my virginity. More importantly I never thought I would have lost it to a black guy. I was in my Junior year at Oklahoma University. I had my own room and shower because I was an RA (Resident Advisor). It was a school day I was on my way to class when a handsome black man named Terrence came up to me. He was dressed in saggy pants. He looked at me. I checked him out. He had a lip piercing. I think it was a Labret peircing. He looked like a tough thug or gangster. He said “baby, you look hot”. I thanked him and he put his on my waist and asked what size bra did I wear. I thought that was a very strange thing to ask and I told him 36C. He started asking lots of questions.

He asked if I was interested in black men. I told him I never thought about it. He put his hands on my butt and pulled me closer. He got me against the wall and we started kissing. I told him I am starting to get more interested. I gave him my key ataşehir escort to my dorm and told him to wait there for me. He told me he will be there. During class I could not focus on the lecture, I was thinking about Terrence. I was getting curious. I wondered what my family would think if they knew I had desires for black men . As a Southern white Christian girl it would seem that I would not be interested in black guys. I was always seen as sweet and innocent. I even wondered how my boyfriend would take it.

Once I got back to my dorm Terrence was naked on my bed. Terrence obviously does not waste time. I felt bad because I was dating a guy as named Justin, who is white, I always refused to have sex with him, I told him I was waiting. The most I gave Justin was a blowjob. I noticed a difference in Terrence’s penis size. Justin had a small little dick. He was only five inches long when hard and the girth was average. Terrence had a nine ataşehir escort inch cock with a thick girth.

I walked in to the room leaving the door open and sat on his lap. I took off my shirt and bra. Terrence started licking my breast, squeezing and sucking on my nipples. I got up pulled off my jeans and thong. He told me he loves how my pussy was shaved and pretty. I got on my knees and put his shaft between my boobs. I bounced my boobs getting him harder. I sucked his balls and licked it. I had to open wide to suck on his impressive big dick.

There were four who came in and watched as my head was bobbing up and down and my lips wrapped tightly around Terrence’s cock. I was enjoying how great it was. The guy’s were I got up and laid on the bed letting Terrence eat my pussy. He put his fingers in and opened my pussy and he licked deep inside. I was getting loud enjoying his tongue. After he finished I knew I was ready to have him put anadolu yakası escort his dick inside me. He started rubbing the head of his dick on my pussy lips. I spread my legs wide and he pushed his dick into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him we were kissing. He was bouncing on me real hard. We traded places; whereas I was on top grinding on him I was rubbing on his chest and he was squeezing my boobs.

As I got off he asked if I was willing to do anal. I was scared to get his big dick in my ass, but I decided to do it. I leaned over the bed and he licked my crack and shoved his dick into my ass. My ass was hurting and I was getting tears in my eyes. He pulled out and I turned facing him he lifted me up and fucked my pussy while standing. I started cumming. He sat me down and I was on my knees sucking his dick until he jizzed in my mouth. I spitted it out, but Terrence wiped it with is fingers and put it back in and I swallowed it.

We got the other guys out of the room. Terrence stayed the night and we could not keep our hands off of each other. We kept kissing until we fell asleep. In the morning we got up took a shower together and fucked one more time before heading out. Terrence is the reason I got into black guys.

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My name is Laurie Jo and I am from Decatur, Georgia. I will be a junior next year at UGA and was raised real fitting and proper as most other girls in the south are. I am 18 years old, very petit with hardly any breasts and look extremely young for my age. This made it difficult, no impossible at school to get a boyfriend being that all the guys thought I was a kid. My friends teased me sometimes and at one point had me a birthday party where they all brought me gag gifts. They brought me some cheap sexy lingerie and stuff like that and teased me that I needed to have it so I could be ready for my man. Next came a black dildo and another was a silver bullet vibrator, they soon became my best friends at school.

I went home for the summer to spend some time with the family as I expected that from this point forward that my biology major would keep me at school most of the time and not allow me to visit as often as I would like.

The first weekend back home I went to Lake Lanier with some friends and had a really good time. We drank a lot of beer and horsed around, a lot just a typical day at the lake. I had drank a lot of beer so when I got home I undressed and went straight to bed. I was awakened by Jake (my dog) around midnight wanting to go outside. The dream I was having was awesome and I was very wet. I slipped on a long t-shirt and then decided to pack me a little bowl and take a hit outside while Jake was doing his business. I was getting high and beginning to touch myself and kind of lost track of time and noticed Jake was not around. I tried quietly calling for Jake, but he didn’t answer, so I started looking for him. Just as I went into the front yard, a car pulled into the driveway across the street and there was Jake in the other yard. I called to him, but he didn’t come. Someone got out of the driver’s side and Jake went to the person like he knew them. The person was backlit by the light behind him. I kept hoping he would leave Jake alone and just go inside, ataşehir escort but they seemed to know each other. Finally I started walking closer, thinking that if I got a little closer I could call without waking up the entire neighborhood.

I called to Jake and he didn’t budge, but the guy looked up and responded, “Oh, he’s alright, he just came to visit his old friend Max. I thought to myself, “Yikes, this is that black guy that moved into the neighborhood that mom was complaining about.” Max called for me to come over or Jake just wouldn’t budge. I was still a little buzzed from the beer and had a good buzz from the bowl, so without thinking about how I was dressed I walked on over.

“Oh. You must be Laurie Jo, your brother told me you were coming home for the summer.” He said as he extended his hand I and gave him mine while I hid the bowl behind my back. Instead of shaking my hand he kissed it before I even realized what he was doing. He must have smelled pussy on my fingers and looked me in the eyes, smiled and pulled me to him. I was in no condition to resist as he started kissing me. I responded as any high and horny girl would. I kissed him back and kissing passionately too. He was feeling me up; I was getting more and more turned on. Soon he was touching me all over and I was putty in his hands. Then I began to realize where this was going and knew I couldn’t do it, but I didn’t want to stop. I decided right then that I would stop it before it went too far.

Suddenly he was rubbing my pussy and before I knew it, he was pulling up my shirt up over my head and there I was in the middle of the yard barefoot and naked being held this very large muscular black man. Though I was really turned on I knew I could not do anything with this guy, but I would play a little more before stopping it, I wanted to touch his cock first and reached down and started rubbing it through his shorts.

Through his shorts his cock felt like it was about the same size as my dildo (7″). Although it felt huge I knew I could do something with it if I wanted to. But there is no way I’m going to let this black man put anything in me. It just wouldn’t ataşehir escort be right. I came to my senses and tried to pull away telling him that it was late and I had to go home.

He just held on a kept rubbing my clit. He said, “No baby, look what you have done. You need to do something this.” I think he sensed that I was not going to fuck him and he lightly pressed down on my shoulder. I started kissing him through his shirt as I willingly let him push me to my knees.

I was so turned on as I kissed my way through his tank top down to his cock telling myself this wasn’t really sex, because I wasn’t going to fuck him. Then there it was just inches in front of my face pressing against his shorts waiting for me pull it out. I wanted this moment when I first had a real flesh and blood cock to last forever. I began rubbing and kissing it through his shorts and then I just rubbed it all over my face. I started to pull his shorts down and he said, “No fly,” so I undid the one button and reached in and pulled his big black cock out. Being my first time it was awkward, but I was effective and pulled his balls out too. I began snuggling it with my face and kissing it, teasing it to stand up for me. It did not take much and there I was on my knees naked in the front yard of this black man about to taste my first real live cock right across the street from my mom’s house.

My hand did not quite fit all the way around it as I slowly kissed the head and then he put his hand of the back of my head applied just a little pressure. I opened my mouth let it slide in. As soon as it entered my mouth my nipples instantly became erect. It tasted a little salty and I massaged his balls with one hand and began putting his cock with the other as I slowly moved my head up and down on his cock. This was so exciting and I was sooo horny. I kept stroking his cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. This was so hot, I just had to come. I took the hand I had on his balls and slid to my pussy rubbing against my nipples on the way. Fuck, I am so wet I thought as I touched myself.

“What is your phone number?” He asked.

I thought “WTF?” and looked up to answer anadolu yakası escort his question as he snapped a photo of me and his black cock in my mouth with his phone.

I told him and then he said “Keep on sucking bitch! I’m texting you these pics and then I’m gonna blow a nut.” I didn’t really think about him having photo of me like this, but soon I would have some real photos of myself with a real cock to get off to.

He then told me to look up for the video. I looked up into his eyes and then he started to cum. It was a big load and I know my face must have contorted a bit. I wanted to swallow it all, but I couldn’t and pulled it out of my mouth and he continued to spurt on my face. I began to orgasm and the first spurts hit my tongue. He finished cumming and he told me to lick the drop of the end of his cock, I put the tip in my mouth and sucked it all out.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue slut.” He said.

I did just that while looking up at his phone and he squeezed his dick from bottom to top and out came a big gob of his delicious sperm onto my tongue. He then rubbed his cum on my face with his dick and said “Swallow it bitch.”

I did and then licked my lips as I looked into the camera, and then I began to cum so hard from my own touch and tasting cum for the first time. It was soooo intense! I soon began to come down from my terrific orgasm and found myself lying on the ground naked with his cum on my face. It was about then that I started feeling naked and ashamed of what I had just done naked in this black man’s yard.

He said “Alright, I’m finished, you can go home for now, but be back here tomorrow by noon.”

Then he turned and walked into the house as I found my shirt and put it on. I felt pretty bad as I walked back across the street with this guy’s cum drying on my face, I was hoping there were some old rags in the garage I could wipe my face with. I didn’t want to walk in the house like this and someone wake up and see me. Then I began receiving txt messages with pictures of me on my knees with that big beautiful black cock in my mouth. My handed slipped underneath my shirt began to touch myself again. I quit worrying about the cum on my face and began to rub it into my mouth as I stroked my clit and walked across the street to Mom’s house walking faster and faster, I need to masturbate again. Right now I just need to cum again with my big black dildo all up inside me…

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Tammy was in graduate school now. Having graduated with a degree in computer science and technology, going to grad school was just the next logical step, especially with the economy in the tank. She didn’t mind, she had been accepted into one of the best Computer science departments in the country. And being in grad school had its good and bad points. Unfortunately, one of the responsibilities of being in grad school was to act as one of the computer lab teaching assistants for undergraduate classes. This just diverted time from what she really wanted to do: write new computer programs. It was a small price to pay for her own office – closet was more like it – with free access to computers with plenty of power to process the code she planned on developing. The best thing about the office was that only Tammy had access to it.

The rectangular office was a little small. It had just enough room to house the desk, chair and shelves. The wall opposite the door was glass from ceiling to floor and it let in plenty of light. This was the only thing about the office that prevented it from feeling like a prison cell. In fact, the whole building was a six-story multi-faceted box with walls of silvered glass. The silvering on the outside windows prevented anyone from seeing into her first-floor office except at night when the inside lights were on.

Tammy took her schooling seriously, sometimes too seriously. She dated, but the excessive amount of time she put into her schoolwork often caused her relationships she to end after just a few months. Besides, the workload in grad school and the latitude to work at her own pace was a one-two punch to her dating life.

Not that Tammy wasn’t interesting dating material, she was naturally a very pretty girl, even if she didn’t present herself that way. Not that she really needed it but she rarely wore makeup and almost always had her hair pulled back and clipped behind her head. But her natural beauty shone through her attempts to downplay it. She had a pretty smile and nice legs, long straight brown hair that covered her shoulders and brown eyes. She was well proportioned, with large tits that sagged a little under their own weight. Years ago when she was a freshman, her girlfriends would try to get her to enter wet t-shirt contests during spring break, but she was too modest to show off her assets to everyone like that. In fact, even now she would wear large loose fitting shirts so as not to draw attention to her chest.

Tammy worked almost seven days a week – often late at night – on her master’s thesis project. While motivated and perfectly willing to put in the time, the lack of someone in her life left her with unfulfilled sexual urges. One night while working late thoughts of fucking some guy ran through her head to the point of distraction. Unable to concentrate any longer she closed the door and turned off the lights so nobody could see in and began to fondle herself under her clothes. People walked within 20 feet of her office window unaware that Tammy was watching them. Occasionally a man would walk by that aroused her interest. She moved her chair towards the window until her knees touched and sat there for fifteen minutes watching the men pass by while massaging her wet clit. Feeling too horny and dirty to care, she stood up and removed her sweatshirt, dropped her shorts and panties to the floor, sat back down naked in the chair and resumed massaging. It didn’t take long to climax, but she had to bite her lip in order not to be heard by the other grad students that were also working late in similar offices all around her. She looked out the window wall at the people walking and driving by, wondering if any of the people she could see so well had any idea what kind of show they were missing.

Just the thought of being able to sit in her office naked at night and not be seen through the glass could make her horny. The “danger” of being discovered by someone walking into her office or someone outside seeing her naked propelled her eroticism. She would return several times a week to sit naked in front of the window with her legs spread apart, head tilted back, and tits pressed together by her arms and masturbate. Sitting there naked and masturbating to men just yards away made her so horny that she came quickly. Students would walk by without any clue that a naked, busty brunette was watching them and using them to get off.

Then she began to show up during the day on the weekends. But the sexual purpose was different this time. She wanted to ‘tease’ the people she watched. Under her clothes she wore a brown knit bikini. She never wore it out because if you looked at it hard enough you could see through it. And forget swimming in it, the fabric would become so water logged and heavy that it would practically fall off her body. She made that mistake once during spring break and the boys at the hotel pool saw so much of her that she may as well have been naked. And that was precisely the reason why she was wearing it now. She made it to her office, ataşehir escort and after acknowledging a few of the other grad students who had also come in to work, shut the door behind her. “If only they had x-ray vision.” She thought to herself, and smiled. Immediately she shed her shirt and pants. The bikini top barely covered half of her tits and provided no support whatsoever, while the bottoms dipped dangerously low in front and back. She stood in front of the window watching the men walk by, commenting on their physical attributes and whispering to them if they would like to come in and shove their cock into her.

She had left her office door unlocked on purpose this time also. She didn’t care, she was so horny that if anyone had walked in on her today she probably would’ve fucked them. Standing in front of the window she massaged her body then reached around behind her with one hand and pulled the string undoing the tie behind her. The coverings, now no longer being pulled to their full width, collapsed to two thick strips of yarn. Hanging from the strand around her neck they drooped off the front of her breasts, covering more of her stomach than her tits. Knowing that it was impossible to see in during the day, when the next boy walked by she pressed her body spread eagle up against the window, head turned to the side, and begged him with a whisper, “Fuck me. I’ll do anything.” He passed by unaware of the offer and she stepped back and sat in the chair. Leaning forward, she spread her legs apart and fondled herself under her tiny garments while watching the people walk by.

Then she heard a male voice in the hall outside her door. It sounded like a younger man’s voice. A student, maybe. She didn’t recognize the voice, but it was unmistakably close to her door. He was talking to someone down the hall and asking where a particular office was. She swung the swivel chair around to face the door and waited. She wondered who it was and if he was looking for her. Her mind raced. The door was unlocked! Would he come in and see her? What would he think? What would he do? Swallowing her nervousness, she resolved that no matter who it was she would let him fuck her right here for however long he wanted to. “How long would it take for him to be inside me once he saw me like this.” She wondered. Just thinking about the feeling of having a dick inside her made her hornier and wetter.

So there would be no misunderstanding about what she wanted if he walked in, she got up and sat on the corner of her desk facing the door with one leg up on the arm of the chair. Then she put her hands to her hips and grabbed the two ties that held her bikini bottoms on. One tug and her bikini bottoms would fall away, allowing him to simply walk up and put his dick inside her. But then the voice faded away, and she shook her head, thinking, “Boy, did you choose the wrong office”. She returned to the window, imagining what it would’ve been like to have someone walk in on her then give her body unconditionally to them.

A minute later she spotted a group of guys walking across campus in her direction. She began to squeeze her tits, cloth and all, then lifted the top off over her head and threw it back to the door. Clearly attracted by one of the guys in the group she breathed, “Oooh, you’d be good!” Then reached under her bikini bottom and began to massage. Pressing her tits against the window she said, “Don’t you want me?” She watched the group walk by, amazed that they couldn’t see her.

Then she saw him. He was one of her students in the computer lab she taught on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. She would’ve fucked him in a heartbeat, but he was already seeing someone. Now he was walking by. She pressed herself up against the window again, reached down and untied the bows at either hip. The wet piece of cloth dropped off her ass but was held up in front by pressing her body against the window. As he approached, she arched her back slightly, massage her pussy from behind and whispered several times, “Mmm, I want to fuck you!” As he passed she pulled her hips back slightly letting the bikini bottom fall to the ground. She was naked now, pressed up against the window, and saying – almost a little too loudly, “Oh, fuck me!”

At that instant she heard a noise in the hallway. It was a noise like someone moving just outside her door! She hadn’t heard anyone approaching. Her mind raced momentarily, her heart pounded and she began to get butterflies in her stomach because she was sure that someone had heard her and was going to come in. Composing herself in an instant, she spread her legs further apart and pushed her ass out, bracing herself against the window, wondering nervously who it would be and how they would react seeing her naked and offering herself like she was. ‘Here I am! Come in!’ She thought to herself after what seemed like an eternity of nervous anticipation went by. She turned her head around only to see the closed door. Quietly returning to the chair, she faced the door with her legs ataşehir escort spread and faintly whispered, “Open the door and take me.” With her chest heaving she closed her eyes, leaned her head back and began to massage her clit as she imagined the scene. He would come in, push her against the window, putting his hands all over her. He would suck and squeeze her tits then ram his rock hard cock into her, fucking her for hours. But no one came in. The only noise she made was a panting “Ah!” sound that she made over and over as she nearly fell out of the chair from the orgasmic ecstasy.

The next Saturday there was a home football game and the campus was teeming with people. Tammy made it a point to give the people passing by her window a good show. Unassumingly dressed she took a bag with her this time. She was so horny with anticipation that, when it appeared she was the only one on the floor, she began to shed her clothes before she got to her office. Pulling off her shirt revealed a black bikini top that pulled up on her tits making them widen out. Arriving at her office door she gently sat the bag and her top down and listened carefully for the telltale signs of keyboard tapping that would indicate that she was not alone. Hearing nothing she removed her shoes and her sweatpants leaving only a black thong bikini. After looking around momentarily to make sure nobody was there she reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of black high heel shoes.

But before she entered her office she decided to increase the danger of being seen by separating herself from the safety of her clothes and the privacy of her office. She looked and listened carefully for sounds that anyone else was in the building. Satisfied that she was alone she tossing the bag and her clothes into her office. Then she put the heels on, pulled the waistband of the thong high up her hips and proceeded to walk down the hall. She loved the erotic feeling of being so scantily clad in such a public place. When she got to the computer lab she unlocked the door and went inside. She smiled to herself when she thought, ‘What would the students do if I showed up to teach in this?’ “Probably me.” She chuckled to herself.

It was then that she heard footsteps in the hallway. “Oh shit!” She whispered. Her heart began to thump a sense of urgency to find a hiding place raced through her mind. She ducked into a storage closet in a corner behind the instructor’s desk, but in her haste she forgot to completely close the door and turn off the bank of lights she had turned on. She calmed down as she waited. She knew whomever it was would probably wonder why the room was open and check the room. The closet was nearly full so there was little room for her to move. She began to think about her situation: barely clothed, trapped in this room, and if discovered she could get into trouble. She imagined a security guard finding her and her having to offer to fuck him in return for forgetting all about it. He would pull her thong off and bend her over a table, holding her down while he fucked her. The images were making her hornier, and she began touching herself. Suddenly she heard the door open, stopping her cold.

Footsteps could be heard inside the lab now. Careful not to bump anything with her arms and make noise, Tammy hooked her thumbs inside the straps of her thong. Biting her lower lip she began to slowly push the thong down her thighs as she listened to the footsteps on the other side of the door, just yards away. Once she had it down to her knees, the thong fell to her ankles. She was very wet and began to rub herself lightly while she listened to the person outside checking the room. Images kept flashing through her mind. The man discovering her and looking at her like he had found a million dollars, then he would have sex with her like he owned her. He would hold her head still as he fucked her mouth and came in her throat. Then he would bend her over the instructor’s table and hold her down as fucked her. She imagined herself straddling him, feeling his dick in her while he fondled her tits. ‘In here, damn it!’ She thought to herself. Then the lights in the room went out and the door clicked shut. She could hear the person walk off down the hall. “Pathetic security.” She said. “Doesn’t know what he missed.”

She waited a few more minutes before stepping out of the thong draped around her ankles and opening the closet door. After checking the hallway she coolly walked half-naked back to her office. A feat that just made her feel hornier and naughtier. Once inside, she locked the door behind her then turned to see people walking by on the sidewalk outside. When some guys walked by whom she thought looked interesting she would turn around and bend over supporting herself with the chair. With her ass high in the air she would look back at the man and say, “Oooo, fuck me right now.”

A few minutes later she saw another fine physical specimen walking her way. She untied and removed her bikini top, dropping it to the floor. anadolu yakası escort Wearing only the heels she leaned up against the desk, spread her legs apart and inserted a finger. Holding herself to the desk with one hand, she probed herself with the other. While staring intently at the guy passing by she whispered a commentary about how she would like him to come in so she could do him for the rest of the afternoon.

Not getting any satisfaction from her fingers she picked up the bag and pulled out a dildo. More people were walking by as game time approached. This was just fine with Tammy. She got down on all fours next to the window and placed the dildo on the floor sticking up in front of her. Then she proceeded to give the dildo a vigorous blowjob that would have made any man envious. She watched the people file by as she bobbed her head up and down trying to get as much of the dildo into her mouth. The motion made her tits swung back and forth as she held her ass high in the air. When she saw an attractive guy she would reach between her legs and slide two fingers into her wet hole, moaning with muffled pleasure as he walked by.

After giving plenty of people a show in this position she got up and sat in the chair. Spreading her legs, she pulled the chair as close to the window as she could. Holding the dildo to her clit she began to tease herself by alternately running the shaft back and forth between her legs then inserting the head. Then she spotted a really cute guy. “Mmmm, I’d like to do you! You can fuck me anytime.” She said out loud, confident that no one would hear her, and proceeded to slide the dildo into her as far as it would go. She exhaled heavily and leaned her head back as she moved the fake cock in and out. She began to pant with the rhythm as she examined the object of her desire. Slowing momentarily she stared at him and exhaled, “Oh, I wish this was you.” Then she leaned as far back in the chair as she could and resumed pumping the member into her. She began to shudder as she came and had to focus in order to keep the dildo moving and the orgasm going. Then she let out a loud “Aaa!” as the climax peaked. It was so loud that she was sure that if anyone else had been nearby they would have heard her.

It was then that she heard footsteps in the hallway and spun the chair around to face the door. Did somebody hear her? She would take that chance, then leaned forward and very quietly unlocked the door. She placed the chair in the center of the room, quietly sat down and leaned back again. Covering her pussy with one hand and draping an arm across her breasts she faced the door and waited. If it was the security guy, he would find that her door wasn’t locked and open it to see if anyone was inside. Then she would find herself in a compromising position and be forced to do almost anything to get out. ‘Would he make me walk naked through the building to a larger room or would he have me right here in front of the window?’ She wondered. The thought of having sex while watching the people walk by was very arousing and made her hope even more that the man walking up the hallway would come in. She pictured a man having his way with her. The man rubbing her body and fondling her tits while he shoved his cock into her. It had been so long since a cock was inside her, making her come. But then the footsteps passed her door and kept going down the hall. “Man, what incompetent security. That’s twice today!” She said shaking her head. By now the game had started and there were few people outside.

The next Saturday she waited until late at night. There would be no one in the building. Nobody wanted to be there, except Tammy. She was pushing the boundaries, trying to get caught without getting caught. Tonight she had the bag again, but wore only a tee shirt and shorts. Standing in the hallway outside her door she made sure that she was alone, then opened the office door and took the dildo out of the bag. Quickly she took off her shirt, shorts and sandals and tossed everything into her office. She would leave her clothes in her office and be naked everywhere she went. She couldn’t believe how horny being nude in the building made her feel. Then she walked naked down the hall, dildo in hand, to the computer lab.

Having to wait all week to do this was like torture. She closed the door behind her and walked through the dark room to the table where she sat when she taught. Then she climbed on the table, lying down on her back. With her legs spread and dangling off opposite sides of the table she slowly inserted the dildo. One hand moving the cock in and out, the other massaging her clit. She imagined the hot guy in her class standing there shoving his cock into her and she began to whisper with the rhythm, “Oh! Yes! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Ohhh, yes!” She could feel herself about to come and stopped. She got off the table and walked over to the chair where he sat. Throwing one of her legs across the chair she straddled it backwards. Holding onto the chair back she leaned her head and shoulders back, thrusting her chest forward. “Oh, God I want to fuck you. Please fuck me! I’ll do anything.” She called out, imagining the student sitting there. She leaned forward and massaged her clit from behind breathing, “Mmmm. Oh, God, put your cock in me!”

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