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Lonely Night

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Creampie

Another day dragged on, walking to the dorms after class for another weekend of anime and internet, like I’ve been doing since I got to college.

Not that I mind, I am an anime-fanatic, but mostly my friends are in it for the fight scenes and porn, which I try to avoid, just makes me horny. My friends have a line when they can’t get a date, it’s “My hand is getting tired.” Well mine has been for the past few years. One sexual experience I had was in high school and it wasn’t very good we were too nervous to do much.

I think the main problem in high school is there really aren’t as many willing people as everyone says are in school. I guess I’m just the unlucky one, but I have had girlfriends. I also have a friend who followed me to my college, she’s great.

Hanna has always been here for me, she’s about 5’4″ not skinny but well rounded, with nice 36 C’s that I’ve bumped into before. Also what’s great is Hanna is a hugging and cuddling friend, but I usually have to turn away because I might accidentally stab her through my jeans. Hanna admitted to me she was bi a few years ago and also that she liked me, which is great for me. but she’s been with Jessica since sophomore year back in high school. I stopped sleeping over when the moans and screams began.

Honestly it bothered me that she was Bi at first, but I didn’t mind much after seeing them kiss, though excusing myself to the bathroom was a bitch.

My day was going alright, I got an A on my test in creative writing, which is what I was majoring in so I felt good, but the weekend would be talking to Hanna and drinking a bit followed by a movie and some videogames.

Hanna came by with a new anime I had seen but I faked like I didn’t so she’d feel better, she dropped in at about 5 in the afternoon.

“Hey Dylan, what are you up to?” she said, her brown hair bouncing lightly.

“Just scaring the younger türkçe bahis crowd online with rumors about college and suggested readings, have you been doing you vile acts?” I asked.

“Other than getting laid nightly? No, oh me and Jesse split up, she finally met that guy she knew online and like him better.” Hanna said.

“Shit, you alright?” I asked hoping she wouldn’t cry, I hated seeing girls cry.

“Yeah I’m fine, I don’t take things as badly as you do remember?” She said, mocking my break up a few years ago.

“I survived it quite nicely thank you.” I said standing and giving her a hug but she held on too long and sadly the beast woke up.

“Ahh, so your as big as you use to say.” Hanna remarked.

We sat and laughed popping in a movie, her commenting on my erection that wouldn’t go down, I told her I might have to cut it off, she offered to help, which made me a little nervous though she was only joking.

“Well this is pretty good, you’ve corrupted me again.” I said, hiding my bought copy of the movie under my bed. “What should we do after this?” I asked

“Well you know I am a little lonely, maybe cuddle a little?” She asked, I agreed, the movie played on, with swordfights, badly acted plot, more fighting, a few nice sexual scenes, and then a climactic point that was cliché’d and boring.

“Well anyway what do you want to drink?” She asked, holding up some wine and winking.

“you know I can’t drink, I’m from a very Celtic family I’d never stop if I started.” I said, it was true I’m mostly all Welsh, and I show it with light blue eyes and brown hair.

“Fine let me get drunk, but don’t blame me if I try and sleep with you.” Hanna said patting the beast as he woke again, taking the threat of cold showers to make him subside the first time.

She continued toying with me and I eventually got the idea, she was trying iddaa siteleri to get laid. I was more than shocked the first time I figured this, but more aroused than shocked so I ceased to care.

I took off my shirt because it was nearing summer and my window was open, sitting against the bed I took out my X-box and got out Dead or Alive 3.

“No you don’t.” Hanna said, “I’m not going to be beaten in that game.”

“Well what do you want to do?” I asked.

“Strip… well what are we both good at?” She asked, making me impossibly horny.

“Well you’re good at art, and I can write, that comes to, nothing. Maybe we should just strip?” I suggested sarcastically, she simply smiles and took of her shirt. I’m very partial to large breasts but she happened to have all the right curves in all the right places.

“You do know you’re teasing me.” I said, smiling at her.

“Yeah, but be a good boy and I’ll reward you.” She said sexily as she moved up and kissed me.

“I think I like this game.” I said making her laugh, as she then said.

“Well I’m not the only one stripping.”

“True, but we should get on the bed if we’re going to be serious about this.” I said kissing her and feeling her tongue sneak into my mouth. “Wait, are you a virgin?” I asked feeling dumb afterwards.

“Jesse showed you the strap-on remember?” Hanna said kissing around and sitting on the bed.

“I wish you wouldn’t have reminded me, I think that’s a little, well unusual.” I said.

“Relax, I’ll be needing the real thing eventually.” She said rubbing the beast through my jeans, I only call it that because the name Vlad the Impaler was taken, I used that as a high school joke, and I’m not all that big. People claim being above seven inches but not quite eight is huge, I think it’s average.

I sat on the bed and undid my belt, she took pride deneme bonusu veren siteler in removing my jeans and lowering her head to my cock and sucking on it lightly. This went fast, I thought, looking at her smile while she was working on me. I slid her pants down and started rubbing her through her panties which happened to be black, she really was going to tease me.

“Did you plan this?” I asked her as she then pulled my boxers down.

“Well maybe just a little.” she sad reaching for the band of her panties she slid them down slowly. We both, completely naked, began kissing and rubbing each other. I moved down to lick her and was not stopped. she wasn’t shaven but trimmed, which was good enough for me.

I started licking her slit to get revenge for teasing me earlier, but she just sat back and enjoyed it. I decided she had enough and spread her open finding her clit and sucking on it while rolling my tongue over it. She started to breathe heavy and rub my hair. the heavy breathing turned into light moaning and she the bucked her hips at me and then laid back against my bed.

“Have fun?” I asked. She just slid down and started to kiss me in a fevered passion. I grabbed a condom from my drawer next to my bed that also had the K-Y for lonely nights like this would have been, and some toilet paper, for cleanup. I slid the condom on and looked up to her with questioning eyes, she just nodded and pulled me to her.

I rested against her entry and slowly punched in, she sighed and moved to speed the process up, she must have been horny. Soon we got a good pace going and she was pushing back against me. I must say she had been very worked by Jesse these past few years because she wasn’t tight at all but she felt good. I started to feel my orgasm coming as one of hers was going by she then pulled me close to her and kissed me, which sent me over the edge as I came into the condom.

I pulled out and we laid together, cuddling, like we said we would, and I heard words to this day I’ll always be glad were said, “Can I move in here?” Hanna said. I didn’t mind at all, and we had sex like mad for the next few days and never had to worry about being lonely again.

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Looking Back Ch. 06

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Ava Addams

In Chapter one our heroine, Kate, a successful businesswoman turning 60, has asked herself a troubling question. Is she a slut? Thus began a series of chapters in which she describes to her husband Henry (her fourth husband) her life beginning with her late teen years and her sexual activities at each stage. The portion in italics in each story is her recollection of some memorable sexual experience from her past. In this chapter Kate, now employed in an entry-level position with a major publisher, takes an author to a book signing and they squeeze in a nooner before the signing.

“So what did the Professor and Halili think of your new love? Or was it a one time thing?” asked Henry.

I stood and walked naked over to the counter in our loft to refill our coffee cups. “Oh, I never told them about Howard, and I never told Howard about them.”

I laughed as I walked back. “I just fucked all three of them for the whole school year. I was a very busy girl. It was a miracle I graduated.”

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong,” Henry asked, but didn’t this Howard fellow become your first husband? How did that work out with the Professor and Halilli?”

“Oh, they left for Harvard about the time I got married, so they never knew. The Professor was a really big deal in English literary circles, and lots of universities were willing to bid for him. “Besides,” I laughed, “I have to admit, getting married was a bit of an accident. It certainly wasn’t the great white wedding. I don’t think my mother ever forgave me for the way I got married the first time.”

“What? Were you pregnant? I thought you told me you couldn’t get pregnant?” There was a tone of panic in his voice.

“Relax Henry. There is zero chance that I was pregnant then and less than zero chance that I am going to get pregnant now. For God’s sake, I’m sixty-two years old. It was the marriage that was an accident.”

“So how did that work?”

“Well, Howard liked to gamble, and he fancied himself a card counter. One day about six months into our relationship, he announced that he and some friends were going to Las Vegas for a long weekend and that they were going to make a fortune playing blackjack by counting the cards. One of his buddies had a big Cadillac convertible—you know the ones with tail fins that had as much metal in them as a Mini-Cooper has in the whole body today. I had never been to Las Vegas, so I thought, what the hell and agreed to go.

As it turned out, they wanted me along as the designated driver. The guy who owned the Caddie had a baggie of drugs that would have made a pharmaceuticals salesman feel inadequate. So I found myself behind the wheel of a ’68 Caddie convertible tearing across the Nevada desert at something slightly in excess of 100 mph, with three guys in the back seat who were hallucinating.

Sounds like “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” said Henry, referring to Hunter Thompson’s best-selling book about a drug-addled trip to Vegas.

“Exactly,” I said. “The first time I read that book, I wondered if Hunter Thompson had been one of the three amigos with me in the Cadillac. I never could remember who the other two were besides Howard.”

“So you were partaking from the magic drug baggie, too?”

“No, no. But I drank a shit load of beer as we rolled across the desert, and once we got to Vegas I pretty much killed a fifth of good Scotch. No drugs, but enough booze to make my memory at best highly unreliable and, for some parts of the trip, non-existent.”

“So okay, you went to Las Vegas and tied one on. Hardly an original strategy. But how did the marriage thing work?”

“Well, the guys were so fucked up that they could hardly play blackjack, much less count cards effectively, so they didn’t take long to run out of money. But somehow, on what should have been his last few hands, Howard scored big. He raked the chips off the table and announced to the world that he was going to marry me.”

“The rest of what happened is a bit of blur, but when I woke up late the next afternoon, I had a gigantic fake diamond on the third finger of my left hand and a fully signed and apparently valid and enforceable wedding license and certificate of marriage in my purse. The honeymoon consisted of a painfully hung over drive back to Berkeley with three guys in the back seat who were slowly reconnecting with reality. Howard didn’t figure out he was married until we got back to Berkeley.”

“I don’t think Howard was quite ready for marriage. He just got heavier into drugs, and about six months after the Las Vegas trip he announced he was quitting law school and going to India to join an Ashram. I never heard from him again, so after a couple of years of waiting, I divorced him. Even in those days California had lovely no-fault divorce laws. There weren’t any assets to divide, and asking for alimony would have been silly, so it was a pretty simple procedure. One of Howard’s law school buddies handled the whole thing for bonus veren siteler me.”

“Wow,” Henry said. “Everyone says you should have an interesting story about your wedding, but that one tops any that I have heard. So what did you do for sex after Howard bugged out to the Ashram?”

I looked at him over the top of my coffee cup with a smirk and said, “Oh, I learned to do without.”

Henry laughed and said, “Oh bullshit. I can’t imagine you going a week without having sex with someone.”

I smiled and said, “You know me too well, lover. Let’s just say that I returned to my pre-Howard habits. After all, it was Berkeley before the AIDS scare. If you couldn’t get laid, you just weren’t trying.”

“So have you got any good stories you want to tell me about your sex life after Howard left?”

I took a long sip of coffee and thought for a moment. “Yes, one especially good one, but first I have to get dressed and go to a meeting. As far as my accountant is concerned, I am here in New York to do some work, not just tell you lewd stories about my past and let you fuck me until my ears ring. Time to go earn some money.”

When I returned at around 7:00 that evening, Henry had prepared a marvelous Provençale-style beef sauté that we enjoyed along with a good bottle of vintage Burgundy I had picked up from a nice little wine store located a couple of blocks from our loft. It as a remarkable Gevrey-Chambertin, a Clos Saint-Jacques, as I recall.

The beef and the accompanying vegetables were gone, and we were nearing the bottom of the wine bottle when Henry asked, “So what can you tell me about your post-Howard love life?”

I smiled and thought for a moment or two. “Okay,” I said, “let me tell you about the Anderson twins:”

A few months before Howard left, I had graduated and, by some miracle (helped I’m sure by the Professor’s recommendation), landed a job in the San Francisco office of a major publishing house, A.H. Robards & Co. I was, of course, at the absolute bottom of the food chain in their San Francisco office, getting coffee, cleaning up meeting rooms, making copies. You know, all the menial shit. But it was a job in the publishing industry. I was sure that Truman Capote was going to walk into the office any day and demand that I be his editor (I think the house did publish his books, but I’m sure he never saw the inside of their offices except maybe in New York).

One day, the managing editor for San Francisco called me into his office and told me he had a job for me that didn’t involve coffee or making copies. There was an author, Lars Anderson from Minneapolis, coming to town the next day and he wanted me to take him to a meet and greet (book signing) at a bookstore out in Orinda. I guess he figured that since my mother lived out there I could get the author out there and back without getting lost. My job was to pick him up at the airport drive him out to the bookstore and then back to his hotel in the City. The signing copies for him had already been delivered to the bookstore.

“What’s his book about?” I asked, assuming it was a murder mystery or some such.

“Uhh, . . . I’m not sure. Let me look for a minute.” He shuffled around in some papers on his desk and finally pulled up a sheet of paper. “Yes, here it is, ‘The Art of Woodworking.’ His plane gets in at 10:30, and the signing is scheduled for 2:00. Make sure he gets there on time. Oh, and I guess you can buy him lunch on the way over there, but don’t spend too much.”

Oh shit. A manual, I thought. Well, I knew I was starting at the bottom of the heap, but woodworking, really? I’ll bet he’s about 70 years old.

None the less, he was a real author, and the company was going to let me represent it, so I grabbed the sheet of paper with the details of where and when and got out of the boss’ office before he changed his mind.

The next morning, I put on a nice dress and blouse with a wool blazer and headed down to SFO in my little Volkswagen. I had even made a little sign that said “Mr. Anderson.”

I stood waiting at the gate (yes, you could still go out to the gate in those days) with my little sign, focusing on the older gentlemen getting off the plane, when I suddenly heard a deep sexy voice asking, “Excuse me. I’m Lars Anderson. Are you from Robards?”

I turned and was left momentarily speechless. He was a tall blonde Minnesota Swede, maybe thirty years old, and breathtaking, absolutely one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen.

“Oh yes!” I finally said after I finished staring at him. “I’m Kate O’Riley and I’m from Robards. I’m supposed to take you out to Brandon Books in Orinda for your book signing this afternoon. Have you been to San Francisco before? You picked a perfect day. There’s no fog today. We have a lot of fog in the summer and it’s kind of cold, but I guess not like it is in Minnesota. It won’t take us long to get over there so we can get you a bite bahis of lunch on the way.” I realized I was talking too much and way too fast, but I was so fixated on his sparkling blue eyes I couldn’t seem to stop.

Lars just smiled in response to my monolog, obviously enjoying my reaction to him. I suspect it happened to him on a regular basis. God only knows how long I would have kept talking if he hadn’t interrupted to ask where the baggage claim was.

“Oh yes. I guess you will want your bag, won’t you. Right this way.”

As we walked to the baggage claim, I continued to chatter. I hadn’t been this way with a man since I was 12 years old.

By the time we collected his bag and got to my car, I had decided I had to have this man. I was still talking a blue streak, but behind it I was scheming. How was I going to seduce him? As it turned out, it wasn’t too difficult. If I hadn’t been talking so much I might have noticed how much of the time he was spending staring at my tits. He told me about it later.

As we drove up the Bay Shore Freeway and then through the City and across the Bay Bridge, I let my dress gradually creep up my legs. Well, actually I helped it along a bit. I was paying attention to his reaction, and it was just what I had been hoping for. While I was continuing to talk and give him a detailed description of the sights we were passing, he was totally ignoring everything but my legs. By the time we neared the end of the Bay Bridge, my skirt had crept up so that it was above the top of my hose (I could never bring myself to wear panty hose).

Finally Lars interrupted. “You know you really have lovely legs,” he said.

“I turned and smiled at him, looking deep into his blue eyes, as I said, “Thank you.” Then I reached over and picked up his left hand and put it on my thigh, just below the top of my hem. His hand was warm, and he immediately began to massage my thigh. I pushed his hand down toward the inside of my thigh and then pulled it up higher on my leg. He immediately got the idea and begin working his hand up towards my pussy. By the time we got to the Caldecott Tunnel that cuts through the Oakland hills to Orinda and Walnut Creek he had pushed my panties aside and had two fingers inserted into my sopping wet cunt. I was really having to work to focus on the driving.

Fortunately, we got to the Orinda turn-off from the freeway before I climaxed or crashed the car, and I pulled the VW into the first lawful parking place I could find.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I told him as he continued to finger fuck me.

He smiled and said, “I could make it feel a lot better, but we need to go somewhere a bit more private. We still have a couple of hours before the book signing, and right now the only thing I want to eat is you.”

“It just so happens,” I said, “that my mother’s house is about a mile from here and I know for a fact that she is away on vacation, so I think we should go there.” As I spoke I reached over and began to stroke the lump in his trousers. “But you know,” I continued, if we are going to get there without a wreck you are going to have to stop finger fucking me. The road is twisty and I have to pay attention.”

“Okay,” he said as he slowly pulled his fingers from my cunt. “But let’s hurry. I really want you.” As I pulled away from the curb, he slid his fingers into his mouth savoring the flavor of my pussy.

Five minutes later we pulled up in front of my mother’s house. I didn’t have a key with me, but I knew there was one under the mat by the back door. Lars and I walked around to the back by the pool. As soon as we closed the gate behind us, he spun me around and began a long, sloppy, sensual kiss. His hands started around my back but quickly slid down so they were massaging my ass, pulling it up into his crotch.

Finally I pulled back from the kiss and said, “Wait, let’s go inside and take our clothes off.”

I walked to the back door and deliberately bent from the waist to retrieve the key from beneath the mat. Lars took the hint and grabbed my hips, pulling them into his crotch and dry humping me. I pushed back and swiveled my hips against him. I could feel a large, hard, erect cock pushing against my ass.

Once we got inside, I told him to lean against the back of the couch so I could do a striptease for him. He followed my instructions, and I slowly peeled off one garment after another until I was naked, except for a string of pearls and the sling-back pumps I had worn that day. I walked towards him, and when he reached for me, I softly said, “No,” as I pushed his hands back to the couch. Then I dropped to my knees and began to massage his erection through his trousers. I quickly followed that up by releasing his belt and the fastener on his trousers along with his zipper. His pants fell to the floor and I pushed his boxers after them. Now his erect cock was right in front of my face. I reached out with my tongue and began deneme bonusu to lick the head.

“Oh fuck!” he said.

“Shhh,” I responded. “It gets better.” Then I sucked his cock as far into my mouth as I could take it while I massaged it with my tongue.

This brought a groan.

For several minutes I sucked and stroked his cock, spilling plenty of saliva for lube, and as I occasionally looked up I saw that he was quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes. Now we were both naked.

Finally he said, “Oh fuck. That’s enough. I want to cum inside you, and if you keep this up I’ll cum in your mouth.”

I pulled back and then crouched down to untie his shoes and pull them and his socks off so like me he was completely naked. I don’t usually do submissive, but this felt kind of good for the brief time it took to get his shoes and socks off.

“Are you going to eat me,” I asked as I stood and walked around to the front of the couch. I sat leaning back against the back of the couch with my legs spread wide in invitation and now it was his turn to drop to his knees. He moved his face immediately to my pussy and began to use his tongue to lap long slow strokes from just above the entry to my cunt to just short of my clit. One hand was holding my outer lips apart so he could lick my sensitive inner lips and the two fingers of his other hand were slowly sliding in and out of my cunt.

“Oh God. So good, so good, so fucking good! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Then I was moaning and crying as he continued to eat me.

I was using my hands to massage my tits and then to pull on my nipples.

My clit, my clit,” I said. “Suck on my clit!” He looked up at me with a wicked grin and then began to finish each of his tongue strokes with a flick of my clit. Not much. Just a quick touch, and each time he did it I screamed.

Now I was twisting my nipples hard and he had taken my clit between his lips and was sucking on it with an occasional light nip with his teeth.

“Oh fuck. I’m cumming. Now. Now, Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuuuuuuck! I screamed as an orgasm ripped through me.

As I came down from the peak, I couldn’t stand him continuing to maul my clit, so I pushed his head away.

He was leaning back on his heels looking at me as I came down. I wiped the tears from my eyes and when I finally could speak, I said, “Oh fuck that was so good. You are really good at that.” I paused for a moment and then I said, “Now I want to fuck that hard dick of yours.”

I lay back on the couch, threw one leg up on the back of the couch, and let the other reach for the floor, inviting him to mount me. Lars quickly climbed between my legs and began to force his cock into my still tight pussy.

He groaned as it sunk all the way in. Then he just held it there filling my cunt all the way to its end.

“Oh god!” I said. “I’m so full. So good . . . But now fuck me!” I growled and screamed at him, “Fuck me! Use that big hard thing to fuck me!”

He began fucking me with long slow strokes. “Faster!” I yelled at him. Soon he was pumping his cock in and out of me as hard and fast as he could and I was levering my hips up to meet each thrust. I could feel another orgasm approaching, and then it was there, suddenly and sharply turning my nervous system into a body-wide lightning bolt. I screamed as the orgasm tore through me.

Lars hadn’t cum. He pulled out of me and dragged me off the couch and onto the carpet. Then he turned me over and pulled my hips up so my head was on the ground and my ass was in the air. Suddenly his cock was in me again and he was pounding me. My tits were swinging beneath me and I was groaning and crying. Oh shit, it felt so good. Even though I had just cum, I wanted him to fuck me and keep fucking me and fucking me and fucking me.

He was grunting with every thrust, and I figured he would cum soon. I reached back and began to play with my clit. We held that position, Lars pounding my ass from behind, while I diddled my clit for a short period, and then he paused. I felt his prick stiffen inside me and then he made a final thrust so his cock was up against the end of my cunt. He groaned and I felt his hot jism flood my pussy as he pumped shot after shot of his cum into me. That set me off with another screaming climax.

Once his cock had shrunk down and slid from my cunt, we climbed onto the couch and fell asleep in each others’ arms, almost missing the time for his presentation at the book store.

About a dozen people showed up and we sold maybe ten books, tops. Not very exciting as far as book marketing goes, but the sex was marvelous. After we completed the meet and greet, I took him back over to the City. He had a room reserved in the Mark Hopkins (electronic publishing hadn’t set in yet, so we still had a great budget for author road shows). Lars and I had dinner at a big deal restaurant, and then I spent the night with him and took him down to the airport to catch his plane back to Minneapolis. We spent most of the night screwing, so I wasn’t exactly on top of my game when I showed up in the office later that morning. No one said anything about the fact that I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

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Teasing Tom Again

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Amateur

[This sequel spans: exhibitionist, erotic couple, anal and perhaps mature and …surprise….]

Previously:

“I’ll jerk you off again, I see you’re ready, but no more than that today.” His dick softened, then rose up again, a cock renewed. We talked about our exploits and his wife’s for the next hour, naked. We learned enough about Valerie and her preferences to anticipate that tomorrow would be even MORE fun!

*

The next day, Tom rang us and reminded us that we were invited to use his in-ground pool with his wife instead of our lowly fifteen by four-foot blow up pool. I’m busy so I’ll let him continue this story. Tom? “Umm, yes, wouldn’t want to interfere with your mmm intense internal inspection there. When you refused our invite, I thought you all had re-thunk yesterday’s fun, naked chat. Instead, you insisted we come to you so Sue wouldn’t feel obliged to dress’ up for the short walk and possibly spoil the mood. As IF!

“Let’s step back two hours. When I found our insurance clearance letter and confirmed that it said we were in good health, no STD or HIV, I let out a WHOOP! that caught Val’s attention. I excitedly shouted that we were going to see you for a few hours and to dress sexily – pale, braless crop top and tiny orange gym shorts. No need for panties or a swimsuit, but I wanted to show off her long, toned, sexy legs. Since her shorts were slightly waist stretched, though the seat seemed tailored around her curvy, perfect ass, she insisted on wearing sheer, lacy boy-shorts instead of her ass cheek-framing thong. I wasn’t about to argue.

“I’d asked Sue to wear the same sexy outfit as yesterday so my wife could see why I caved in to her scantily covered, tantalizing body. Yes, I told her everything we did. Well, nearly everything and, well, without those pesky details. I told her enough to tempt her and appeal to her adventurous side. You see, Val always starts new encounters as a shy yet a coy lady. It takes about four conversations to convince her it’s appropriate to open up about her and our adventures,’ THEN she completely opens up!

“When we came through your gate, Sue’s unzipped, tiny shorts opened to below her hair line, counted as THREE conversations. That sweat soaked crop top with a semicircle of aureola peeking out under it, further dropped Val’s jaw. That’s why she froze, speechless, when we rounded your house and saw Sue sprawled on the lounger with her knees up and apart. I had to haltingly pull her closer to you both. I don’t think she even saw you, Al, for several minutes since she couldn’t stop staring at and appraising your beautiful wife.

“‘Honey, HONEY! This is Sue and Al’, I said. ‘Close your pie hole and show them your sunshine outfit before you settle in. Al’s been staring at your shapely ass since you froze.’ No reaction! ‘Twirl so Sue can see it and Al can get a peek at your great tits.’ Yes, THAT was my attempt to break the ice and leap directly into Val’s fourth chat before she said her first word. It seemed to work somewhat since she slowly, wordlessly turned her body without her eyes ever leaving Sue’s playful, teasing twat. As she turned, Al and I noticed her camel toe was pushing plumply against her revealing shorts. Our cocks immediately tented our shorts.

“Sue noticed all our swellings and conveniently ignored her own. She commented flatteringly on Val’s firm, high, crescent cheeks saying she wished she had such full, squeezable glutes. She asked her to come closer so she could check how firm they were. As Val approached, toes up, by half steps, her jerky advance caused her crop top to jostle and expose one tit, then the other, to Sue.

“‘Wow! Great tits too. I can’t guess their size yet, but they’re at least twice the size of my tiny titties. See?'” She brashly lifted her soaked top to her chin and held it there for Val and Tom to assess.

“‘I, uh, guess you were serious about seeing Sue naked yesterday. She seems very comfortable exposing herself to all of us. I’m not sure how ready I am to. . . .'”

“But she was already too close and felt Sue’s hand wrap onto her ass, squeezing and shaping her firm cheeks. Sue sat up straighter, letting her top catch and stay on her hard nipples, and pulled Val’s top away from her chest. She whistled at the magnificent flesh below.

“‘Wait til you boys, um, I guess I mean Al, get a load of these great tits! I am so freaking jealous. Not only are they pendulous, but they are still high and shapely like an ingenue and at LEAST twice my size. Her rosy nips are firming up too and show great promise. Why don’t you show the boys your big, beautiful girls?’

“As she began to protest, Sue opened her knees and exposed a bare, shaved, hypnotizing labium. Val couldn’t believe the temerity, or the plumped naked beauty exposed so freely to her. We hungry men had approached so we could see into Sue’s cut-offs too. I slapped the insurance letter on Al’s chest and yanked off my shirt before nearly bumping my wife bedava bahis with my long tent pole for a clear, over her shoulder view of her bountiful tits and Sue’s wavering clit and full labia from above. Al pulled off his shirt too and adjusted his prick so it pitched farther out and moved against my wife’s sweet ass. His balls dropped into view when he unzipped and released his cock. Val’s unrestrained, barely covered, toothsome tits were subject to any breeze or Sue’s will. It was hard to say who would be fully naked first since Sue had already shown us her tits, twat and clit while still dressed.’

“Al settled that question when he stepped out of his sorts and leaned his bare cock against Val’s firm, rounded shorts. She MUST have felt his pole poke her, but didn’t turn or acknowledge it. Before I could strip, Sue beckoned me around Val. As I dragged my cock along my wife’s shapely ass, I noticed Sue’s left hand was gently exploring Val’s camel toe from her obviously swollen clit to her still hidden taint.

“My wife surrendered and stood frozen in a daze, breathing raggedly as Sue molested her. I stood next to Val, staring at Sue’s gentle probing and was barely aware that she was working my gym shorts down. Finally breaking hypnotic contact with my wife’s eyes when my shorts got stuck on my swollen cock, Sue reached into my trunks and adjusted my bare cock to point up instead of out. Val watched her intimate contact wordlessly even when my purple bishop appeared over my shorts and under the hot Cali sun.

“Val whispered I. . . . I see now how this could happen now. We haven’t even greeted or met each oth. . . .her.’ With my cock fondled in her right hand, Sue moved her left hand off the wet spot in Val’s shorts and under her short top. She held Val’s top up with her wrist to expose and fondle her right nipple. It immediately torqued, hardened and grew beautifully tall. It matched Sue’s perfect nipples, but was thicker and taller.

“Watching Val’s succulent nipple stiffened in Sue’s fingers was too much temptation so Al knelt behind Val and gently pulled her gym shorts to her ankles as he did. He was surprised by her sexy, sheer boy shorts that made her legs and sweet ass look longer and even more shapely. I knew and loved that view. Now I get to share it with new friends. He slid his hands up her toned legs, into her lacy panties and cupped her bare ass as I watched. Val didn’t move.

“Sue stared at the wet spot at the bottom, the wide strip of pubic hair and Val’s clearly visible, swollen labia thru the diaphanous scrap as she continued to jerk my cock for Val’s pleasure and mine. We both gasped when Sue released our bodies to the real world and stretched her arms straight up. I took the hint and lifted her top to her chin. As both tiny titties and perfect nipples fell out, she nodded at Val and told her to help me. Still entranced, she leaned to grasp Sue’s top and partake in stripping our new friend.

“She cupped Val’s mons and my balls, then, ensuring she had Val’s attention, she brazenly licked my balls, up my shaft, around my helm and slowly captured my cock in her mouth. Val and I gasped and moaned in sync. Sue pushed a finger against the lacy panty, shallowly pushing it into Val’s plumped raphe. I watched her rub the slightly coarse lace up and across Val’s clit. This caused her to stop breathing and flush brightly as she approached orgasm on the fingers of a strange female. As Sue sucked me deeper into her hot, wet mouth, Al continued to fondle Val’s bare ass. He shaped the shorts into a thong and coerced it deep into Val’s smooth rear crack. We could see him kissing her plush cheeks and rubbing his nose into her deep crack.

“About the time he pulled the scented thong’ out of her ass and worked her panties to the ground, Sue completely swallowed my cock. She smiled around it as she proved my aching stiffness was nearing her belly by putting my wife’s hand in contact with her lips and my pubes before moving it to her throat and bobbing on my delirious cock. She felt my cock forcefully stretch Sue’s throat from within. Sue allowed my bishop to rest on her teeth as she breathed to prepare for another deep throat voyage. Val’s eyes bulged. She had never been able to swallow me like that.

“Al now had my Val’s naked ass in his hands. He spread her cheeks for a sunny view of her pale pink butt hole and kissed it several times before licking it and inhaling her fragrant musk. I was anxious to lick Sue’s front and rear holes, maybe as my wife licked the other? Al moved his thumbs lower and, as Val stayed bent over for Sue, he stared into my wife’s beautiful pussy. When she was aroused, I knew its inner labia pushed out, even more than Sue’s. They were both absolutely beautiful cunts, made for admiring, eating and fucking! Al split open Val’s pussy, releasing her sex fragrance and juices. As he plunged his fingers deep into Val’s willing cunt and tasted her intoxicating nectar, we were casino siteleri even at last, nearly. Now it was proper to proceed, even though he had not yet feasted on Val’s tasty tits.

“Since Al had spread her legs, we could see his fond manipulation of my wife’s most private and special parts. Sue and I watched him repeatedly plunge two fingers deep into her and twist them as he withdrew and cherished the treasure he sucked off them. Real men DO eat pussy, especially two such fine, savory examples of nature’s best. Val deeply inhaled each time Al’s loving fingers plunged her slippery depths and sighed when they exited, but Sue soon added her fingers. As Al exited, she plunged deep. In mid sigh, Val gasped in time to Sue’s wet exploration.

“I don’t know how she stayed conscious with so little air filling her lungs. Sue sampled Val’s sweet and tangy nectar saying This is about the best tang I’ve ever had. We are definitely going to work out a time share on this delicious pussy!’ I licked a free finger and eagerly agreed as long as I got to drink her juices in exchange. By then, my Cowper’s was flowing freely and Sue made a show of licking, savoring and swallowing it. She pulled Val lower, kissed her sweet lips and licked my Cowper’s on them and her tongue.

“I reached into the stretched leg of her jean shorts and gathered her escaping juices. I fed them to my resistant wife by smudging her lips and teeth with Sue’s nectar. When she reluctantly licked her lips, she smiled and looked hungrily into the open pussy below her. I got the message and plunged two fingers deep into Sue’s snatch, scraped as much luscious juice of the gods from her and fed it to my wife and myself. Scrumptious! All right you two, pull my jeans off and you can take turns eating and fingering me, but Tom, I want your cum in my mouth before you can eat me or fuck me! I want to share it with Val before she can eat me.’ Val startled at the obvious next step.

“We struggled with Sue’s jeans and as they were tossed aside, Al finally removed the last scrap of clothing of any of us – my wife’s top. Her big tits swung freely and collided in a beautiful example of restrained chaos. Al reached around and clasped both heavy tits, diplomatically avoiding comparison with his wife’s tiny little titties. Until he slipped. Ahh, these are so massive! There’s a weight centered in here I haven’t. . . .oops’ he stuffed my Val’s thick nipple into his errant mouth to stifle himself. Sue just grinned as she pulled my stiff cock into her mouth. Val surprised us both by kissing the juncture of my cock and Sue’s lips then pulling my soaked cock into HER mouth.

“Val’s first assertive words of the day were, ‘I want to feel my husband throb in my throat too, but I’d like to watch him spurt into your open mouth before I share his cum with you. OK?’ Sue nodded and Val swallowed me on her third try. Then she went wild as she slammed her mouth on my pubes, trapping my cock nearly in her belly. The pain delayed my bliss and orgasm, but I delighted in watching my wife suck me deeply in the bright, sunny, risky yard. Just when I couldn’t hold out any longer, and Val sensed my ass clench and my balls tighten; she whipped my cock out of her throat and put it on Sue’s lips. To Val’s delight and my relief, I spanned a large air gap and shot string after string of thick, aromatic jism. She swallowed quickly, forcing me to cover her pretty face with two more spurts. Val giggled and licked her face clean.

“Val took the initiative and eagerly shared my cum with Sue. That fourth chat was over so she could really expose her dirty self! When Val finished licking Sue’s tongue, she grabbed my semi hard dick and licked around it. When it was clean, she slid it onto her tongue and into her throat. She kept gulping to make me swell again and, as I grew inside her, I felt a familiar pattern of lurches. I looked past the tit in Sue’s mouth and saw Al straining to keep pounding my sweet angel’s ass and pussy for the exquisite joy of it and delaying his own onrush of semen. He was a lost cause! Val was swiveling her hips and massaging his cock with her pussy. He gasped Can you get pregnant?’

“I answered since her mouth was full, ‘No, but it’s a little late to ask isn’t it. Can Sue get pregnant?’ He grunted a discernable NO and continued furiously humping my wife. She timed her throat clenches so as he bucked against her sweet ass, she clenched and forced me past her tightened throat. My cock hurt, but I wanted to continue until I gifted my own wife with my sperm. I painfully erupted again to our mutual delight and we froze with my pubes against her nose as my cock withered and stuttered out of her clutching throat. WOW!

“When I collapsed next to Sue, I could see the near frenzy of her husband fiercely fucking my wife, her flushed cum face and Sue still sucking her stiff, swaying nipple as she fingered herself. And THAT’s when you came out of the house and surprised us. bahis siteleri Will you tell us who you are now or do you want to wait until Al fills Val with his little white army? Does all this answer your questions?”

The beautiful 40-something with chestnut hair was seated at Sue’s feet so she had a clear view of Sue’s gaping pussy as she STILL sucked Val and fingered herself, of Al seriously and strenuously fucking my wife and my exhausted, sloppy cock asleep on my thigh. She made no comments, but began blatantly stroking her pussy over her shorts. With her feet together and knees apart, I got teasing, fleeting views of her bald and swelling cunt. What IS it with these unabashed women? Is there something in the water?

She quickly developed a dark, wet spot she chose not to hide. “I was about to come out for a swim in our little pool when I saw you two arrive. I stood at the kitchen window and heard little of what you said, but I watched you all strip and play. I thought it best to wait until you men had cum before I came out, but since Al fucked Sue twice, soundly, this morning, he is slow to launch – as planned, I expect. When your cock delivered and shrank, I decided to join you all.” She firmly circled her conspicuous clit.

SHE was fully dressed in a short, pale green tank top and tiny, dark-green stretch shorts. She stood listlessly, walked around Sue, like an inspector, and squeezed a perfect nipple before tugging on Val’s free nipple; she walked behind Val and closely watched Al’s cock disappear into Val’s bright red and swollen cunt and even pulled one of Val’s cheeks open for a deeper look, all the while relentlessly rubbing her lusty clit.

As she moved, I was intrigued with her sinewy, toned legs and small waist, her sculpted abs and generous C-cups. Despite her petite figure, she looked like a powerhouse and not one to piss off. She tossed her shoulder length hair and smiled a captivating smile at me. “Your wife has a potent and agreeable musky scent to her pretty ass, and her cunt smells wonderful. Maybe when Al’s done with her, I can have a taste of her pussy and her ass? I already know what Al tastes like!” OH?! Val was too deep in sex to pay attention, but Sue and Al were smiling so I nodded OK to this unnamed stranger. “My name is Maria. And what about your sad, sleepy soldier? Will it soon be ready to go? If it is ready before Al is done, perhaps I’ll let you fuck me. Would you like that?” I gulped.

Who was this beautiful stranger? When I didn’t answer right away, Maria stepped around Al and let her hand linger on his busy ass. She fondly patted it as it pushed his stiff cock into my wife. She walked around Al and teasingly trailed her hand on Val’s shaking ass. I’m sure she ran her finger into Val’s ass and either pet Al’s cock or rubbed Val’s rear hole. Val gasped, but barely lurched. When she was next to me, she bent and pulled Sue’s farther legs apart and asked “Do you think her pussy is especially pretty, as Al brags? I think it looks identical to mine!” She straightened then stroked her pussy again, just inches from my face. What a cock tease!

I looked into Sue’s splayed pussy then into the loose legs of the thin shorts that blocked my view of Maria’s pussy. Now I wanted to see it. I had to see it and maybe. . . .fuck it! “I’d have to see yours to even comment. Since we are all naked, maybe you should really join us?” Would she dare or just walk away leaving my waking cock to Sue’s wet pussy?

Maria smiled coyly at me then silently lifted her tank top smoothly over her head. WOW! Strong deltoids framed her high tits that sat on chiseled pecs. She grabbed the legs of her shorts and began pulling them down, leaving me to pull them past her knees. When they quickly passed her pubes, extended and swollen clit and her plumped labia, I was surprised to judge that her mature pussy did look identical to Sue’s. Her lusty inner lips extended as far as Sue’s and her clit was the same shape and size. Her deeply sculpted inner labia called to me, demanded to be kissed and sucked. The wet labia smelled just like Sue’s and Val’s. She briefly turned away and I saw her ass was the same size as Sue’s, but much more muscular and well defined.

When she turned back, her pussy was in my face and I immediately licked its overflowing nectar. She was delicious and my soldier cock immediately awoke and saluted. Spreading her pretty pussy open and drinking its product put my eyes in her wide landing strip and it was, of course, out of focus. As I happily fucked her with my tongue, I sensed something was amiss, though I was too thrilled drinking this stranger to worry about her health, yet I managed to stammer a hopeful “Can ewe gett prgnt?”

Her response was “Fuck NO. I had my tubes tied after I had Sue.” Oh, so she was bi too? I dug my fingers into the muscular and wonderfully slippery cunt and flushed more savory juice onto my hand. As I devoured her nectar, I barely heard my wife’s orgasmic scream. In my brief look, I saw Al grunting and filling her cunt with his seed even as she fell onto Sue and continued to shudder until long after Al had filled her to overflowing. I turned back to Maria, my special surprise catch, yet saw Sue adjust Val so she was under her full pussy in 69.

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I had been gone almost three weeks before I was able to get to you again. I longed for your hot, deep, passionate kisses. I yearned for your hands touching my body, holding me close to you. I ached for your tongue between the lips of my wet pussy; feeling the warmth of your breath as you expertly punish my clit. I need you so much, even the drive to get here didn’t tire me out, all I thought about was the promise you made to me, of a night of surprises, when I finally arrive to be in your arms again. I tried to imagine what you had in store for me as I drove the miles to Seattle. Thinking about it just made me want you more. I imagined every possible scenario and finally decided to focus on one in particular.

I arrive to meet you at the designated place and time. You are there waiting for me, gently pulling me into your arms, you hug me and hold me so tightly against you and you kiss me so deeply that I feel the fiery passion build up between us. I fold you into my arms and hungrily kiss you back. I tell you about all of the excitement and anticipation of what I imagined the surprise would be as I crossed the miles to get here to you, and you just smile at me, holding me closer, whispering in my ear just how much you want me all the while pressing your hard cock against me. I want to unzip your pants and take it out right here to hold it in my hands, gently and yet firmly stroking you, increasing your desire to the point you want to cum right here in my hands. A couple walks by and smiles at us, never guessing what I have in my hand!

I lean in to you, stand up on my tiptoes to whisper in your ear how turned on I am by almost getting caught in public, holding your cock in my hands! I whisper to you, I want that cock buried deep inside me and I would do just about anything to make that happen. I long to drop to my knees at this very moment to take you into my mouth, pleasuring you while feeling the feelings of anxiety and passion, the element of being seen in such a public place being foremost in our minds.

Tucking your hard cock away in your pants you take my hand and lead me into the room you have prepared for us to share for the evening. I happen to notice a bottle of water on ice you indicate that is just for me and the bottle of champagne for us both. You are so thoughtful and the room is perfect.

As you slowly begin to remove my clothing and place me softly on the bed; you make me watch as you remove your own clothes, slowly, piece by piece, revealing your very sexy body to me. I feel shy watching you, but my pussy is telling me something entirely different. I am so wet with desire watching you strip before me; I ache for your touch. The passionate feelings of longing and hunger cause my juices to flow freely, emitting the scent of lust throughout the room.

You walk over to the table, your hard bahis siteleri cock bulging out before you and reach to open the champagne bottle, pouring a small amount into the glasses that are setting to the side. You strut over teasingly to the side of the bed, offering me a glass with no words needed and we toast to experiencing one another all over again, a repeat of the first time with even more time to share with one another.

We slowly sip the champagne each of lost in thoughts of what lies ahead, I unconsciously begin to play with the stem of my glass, slowly running my fingers up and down just enjoying the moments we have and I am lost in thoughts of the moments to come.

You lean over and whisper in my ear telling me that if my fingers need something to rub and play with, you have the perfect thing! You gently remove my fingers from the stem of the glass and place my hand on your swollen cock. I snap back into the here and now and rub my hand up and down the shaft, stroking your cock, feeling the silkiness of the stretched skin and the hardness of you, looking deeply into your eyes telling you without words how much I long for you. I unconsciously moan as I feel the thickness of you in my hand.

I slide down on to the floor kneeling in front of you and kiss the tip of your cock. I taste your pre-cum as I slip the tip of my tongue across the bulging dark purple head, over and over, slowly teasing and licking you. I glance up noticing your head is thrown back, your eyes closed, I hear you moan under your breath, baby, baby please don’t stop. You whisper to me how much you are really enjoying my mouth. I slide my mouth over your hardness taking you deep into my throat, pressing my lips around the base of the shaft firmly, and ever so slowly pulling upward. I begin slowly moving up and down your cock with my mouth, you gently place your hands on the sides of my head, as your passion builds and you begin fucking my mouth like it was my pussy. Gently grasping my hair in your fingers.

I feel you grow harder, thicker and longer as I work my mouth on your cock, feeling the grip of your hands firmly on my head, fingers tangled in my hair. I suck you harder and harder and tease with my tongue as I take you deep into my mouth. You don’t want to cum just yet and you’re on the edge, pulling out of my mouth you reach down and guide me to the bed.

We lie beside one another for a while wrapped in one another’s arms, cuddling and touching, feeling every inch of each other. I kiss your chest as you gently stroke my hair. I reach up to kiss your mouth again, so passionately and the fire builds again. I love the way you kiss me; how you explore my mouth, I adore the taste of you and the way our mouths belong together. I have missed you terribly.

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You reach across me and dip your fingers into my ice water, dripping the cold water over my nipples then sucking on them. I love that new feeling, you dip and spill more and lap it up. I shiver with the excitement and the cool droplets of water on my skin. I treasure the feeling of your mouth as you lick the droplets from my body.

You slide your fingers to my pussy and the feeling is excruciating. I let you know how much I need you and you position yourself over top of me, my legs spread wide reaching for the ceiling, I need to feel you fill my dripping wet pussy with everything you have; and as you dive deep into me with one stroke, I scream out all the pent up pleasures you release from in me.

The sensation of your cock, with the heat from my pussy is more than I can stand, you hold your cock deeply inside me without moving after that initial stroke, as you feel the lips of my wet pussy tightly wrap around the base of your cock like a vise, gripping you, feeling my body quake under you, hips bucking, jutting forward to keep that beautiful cock lodged so very deep within me, I explode with my orgasm, squirting out all over us. I beg you, please, please don’t stop I need to feel you fuck me with those hard, deep intentional strokes that only you know, then make me cum again and again.

You lower your mouth and suck my hard nipple into your mouth as you plunge your cock as far as it will go inside of me; slapping my ass with your balls on every down stroke, demanding me to cum for you again. As you slow your pace and allow me to relax my body, you, intentionally and ever so slowly grind your cock deeply against the back of my tunnel, you entice me to cum once again, that deep volcanic orgasm.

As we both catch our breath, you ease your cock out of my pussy and roll on to your back. I move above you, gently running my tongue over your nipples sucking each one until it juts out for my mouth, at the same time I am feeling every texture of your skin against my hands and my body. I look deep into your eyes capturing your soul, knowing you adore the way I make you feel.

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I suck you to the edge of orgasm and slowly slither up your body until my pussy is centered over the head of your cock. I reach down and guide the head up and down the lips of my hot wet pussy allowing you to feel the soft folds of the inner lips before I impale myself on you. Back and forth I tease my lips feeling the silkiness of your cock head. My breathing shallow and fast, then gasping, as I am on the edge, knowing the second you enter me I will explode on you.

I take just the head of your raging hard on into my pussy squeezing it tight with my love grip clutching it by the head. I hear a gasp escape from deep within you, as I allow your cock to slip from my grip. I listen for your breathing to slow and I brush my nipples over your chest. I slip the head of your cock in and I slowly take you a fraction of an inch deeper inside me, ever so slowly I take you deeper only an eighth of an inch at a time, your breathing becomes a series of short gasps, your hips rising upward in an attempt to have me increase my pace, but I want to take you deep inside me just as slowly as I possibly can, for the first time I’m on top.

I want to hear you tell me to take you, to fuck you, to give you my pussy. Almost completely filled by your cock now, I plunge down on the last inch and you cry out my name in intense pleasure. I rise and plunge again faster this time, building a rhythm as I fuck you up and down, faster and harder, feeling you swell harder as I ride your cock. Your breathing becomes shallow and fast, I feel your hips reaching up to meet my every downward plunge. I listen as you tell me again to fuck you, harder, deeper, and faster, to take you to the stars and back. I love to hear you moan out loud, hearing your delectable sighs and panting as I take your breath away, causing your cock to become harder and harder, bigger than ever, taking your balls in my hand, feeling them tighten knowing that you will explode with so much force deep inside of me, and I want it all.

Your cock stretches me even more as your cum moves to the head, you are taking deep breaths, as you stiffen beneath me and fill me with more cum than you ever expelled before, violently you shoot deeply inside as my pussy constricts around you and I explode all over you, blending our juices together as I rock back and forth to milk every drop from you. I feel you begin to relax under me and I collapse down on your chest.

I slide off to your side and you hold me tightly as we pleasantly lie with one another, sweating from the passionate heat we built, slowly catching our breath and enjoying the musky scent emanating around us. We drift off into a restful sleep only to awaken and make love over and over again.

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I knew I should not have been there, but I could not help myself … something about her just would not let me stay away. Although we had met several years before in Miami through a mutual friend, there was no immediate spark. I remember thinking that Lisa was very attractive, but that was it. Besides, the wedding band on my left hand signaled that I was no longer on the market. Three years later, her job required that she make several visits here to Chicago for weeks at a time. During her first visit, this same friend put us in contact, as she really didn’t know anyone in Chicago.

First, a little bit about me. I am still married, but a lot less happily. In addition, since the birth of our son last year, our sex life has come to a screeching halt. Since we found out we were expecting almost two years ago, Angela and I have made love exactly three times, none of which were satisfying for either of us. It felt as if she was doing it out of obligation and I basically went until I came. No post-coital cuddling, intimacy, etc. … you get the picture. You know there’s not much sex going on in a relationship if one partner can tell you the exact dates that they made love over nearly a two-year period.

Angela’s lack of interest in sex and my acceptance of that have completely drained the passion out of our relationship. It’s not like we were setting the bed on fire beforehand, but our sexual relationship, intimacy, etc. has dwindled down to non-existent. I’m a sensual and romantic person, and need that in my life and from my wife. I am not a serial cheater and have tried to forsake all others, but the strain has gotten to be too much and made me vulnerable to the situation that I found myself in that day.

On Lisa’s first visit, we got together for lunch and spent some time touring downtown Chicago, seeing the sites. The first thing that hit me was how much more beautiful she was than I recalled from that meeting in Miami. Over lunch, we talked a lot about our romantic involvements – she had recently ended a 3-year, on-again/off-again relationship, and I’ve already told you about my situation at home.

During the remainder of this trip and on subsequent visits, we spent a lot of time together, careful to go places that I would not see anyone I knew. Lisa and I were able to talk candidly about a lot of things, including sex, even coming up with our own terms for fellatio (“a Lewinsky”) and cunnilingus (“smoking a cigar” – thanks, President Clinton). To this day, my wife knows nothing about this and definitely would not understand.

The situation with Lisa began to take on a slightly different tone one Saturday night during her first trip to Chicago. We went to this little out-of-the-way restaurant for a quiet dinner, followed by some gambling at one of the casinos in Indiana and a stop at a local watering hole for drinks. As I crawled into bed at home, I remember thinking canlı bahis that the night felt much more like a romantic date than a platonic one. I had no idea at that time, but I was not alone in that sentiment.

Several visits later, we were again cruising downtown Chicago and parked near the lakefront to talk. During one of those lulls in the conversation, I found myself looking into her eyes.

She asked what I was thinking about and I said, “Kissing you … come here.”

I pulled her close and gently kissed her. She kissed me back and we were there for some time, kissing and talking. One of the things that we talked about was that night a couple of months prior, where I started having some different feelings toward her. She then told me that she felt the same way that day and if I wasn’t already married, she could see us in a real relationship. However, she was not interested in breaking up a marriage or a home, so things could not go beyond kissing and touching. Lisa and I continued to see each other during her business trips to Chicago and although we had drawn a line as far as our physical contact, the mutual desire never waned.

All of this led up to that night. My wife and son were out of town visiting her father and stepmother in Indiana, so Lisa and I spent the evening together. After dinner and a couple of drinks, we found ourselves back in her hotel room. We’d always said that we would not put ourselves in a situation where opportunity and desire could get the best of us, but there we were, doing just that. As I stood in the bathroom, staring at the reflection in the mirror, I saw a man that loved his family, but with needs that weren’t being met at home. I saw a conflicted man, torn between his responsibilities and obligations to his family and an incredible desire to be with the beautiful and sensuous woman just outside that bathroom door. Lisa understands me more than any woman I’ve ever known and I could not resist.

Lisa isn’t much of a drinker and was already asleep when I came out of the bathroom, so I slipped into bed next to her and eased up gently behind her to spoon. My hand rested on her hip and I slowly moved it over to her stomach. I stroked her stomach with my fingertips and inhaled the fragrance that she wears – she always smells so good. I kissed her softly on her neck, just below her ear and felt her body respond to my touch. After a few minutes, I moved from her stomach up to her breasts, caressing all over, teasing her just a little by avoiding her nipples. She arched her back, rubbing her bottom against my now-hard dick. I started to focus more attention on her nipples and moved my kisses from her neck to her ear, which put her arousal into a higher gear.

I backed away from her, just enough to allow her to roll over onto her back, then took her in my arms and we shared a kiss that seemed to reach the kaçak iddaa depths of my soul. Her lips are truly perfect, both to look at and to kiss, and I don’t think I could ever get tired of them.

I slowly slid her T-shirt up over her stomach, breasts and head until she was lying before me, completely naked. For weeks I had imagined what Lisa would look like nude, but the reality was even more amazing than dreamed. Lisa’s golden brown body is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I could not wait to taste every inch of her, but not knowing if we’d ever have this opportunity again, I tried to be patient and savor every moment. She has these incredible breasts that have just a hint of sag, with nipples like Hershey’s Kisses, begging to be sucked and licked. I slowly leaned forward and took one of them in my mouth, gently sucking and alternating between them.

I started to slide further down her body, kissing her all over her stomach until I reached my final destination, but instead of diving right in to her honey pot, I went to her thighs until she was moaning in frustration. Lisa’s legs were spread wide open, letting me know how desperately she needed me to give her oral pleasure. She was already soaking wet, with her juices literally dripping down onto the sheet beneath her.

I started licking her with long, slow strokes from the bottom of her sweet pussy up to the top, deliberately avoiding her clit. I backed away for a second to position her thighs over my shoulders, and then resumed my assault on her pussy. As she started to peak, I felt the muscles in her thighs tense up. I inserted one, then two, then three fingers and while letting my tongue dance lightly over her clit.

Lisa moved closer to what would be her first orgasm of the night, so I took her clit into my mouth, gently sucking and licking while I continue to stroke in and out with my fingers. This direct clitoral stimulation drove her over the edge, as her thighs clamped tightly around my head and she inhaled sharply. Lisa ground her pussy against my face and repeatedly whispered my name, which were the only words either of us had uttered up to that point. I felt her body start to tremble and then she came, rewarding me with a fresh blast of her juices.

After she regained her senses following that first orgasm, Lisa got more aggressive and turned me over onto my back, all the while maintaining contact between her crotch and my face. She told me to just lay back and stick my tongue out, and then slowly began to ride, rocking her hips forward and back across my tongue. I tried to follow her directions and do nothing else, but could not stop my hands from caressing her luscious bottom. As her arousal increased, she put her hand on my forehand and picked up her pace. My face and neck were bathed in her juices and I couldn’t get enough. Coming from the peak of the first kaçak bahis orgasm, it didn’t take long for her to reach her second one of the night. She grabbed the back of my head to pull my face harder into her crotch and arched her back, screaming at the top of her lungs as she got off.

All this time, neither Lisa nor I have touched my dick and I felt like I was ready to explode. Remember, it has been years since I’d had a sexual encounter this intense and even though I have some level of control at my age, I could’ve gone off at any time. Lisa slid down my body until we are face-to-face. She started to kiss my lips, face and neck, purring softly as she licked her own juices off my body.

She slowly continued south until she reached my dick, lightly teasing the head and shaft with gentle kisses. Licking down the underside, she took each of my balls into her mouth and ran her tongue over each. I pulled her body around until her crotch is again positioned over my face and resumed “smoking a cigar”. Lisa then kissed her way back up to the head and without warning, completely engulfed my dick with her mouth, taking in the entire length. It felt so good that I thought I was going to pass out. After only 30 seconds or so, I begged her to stop so that I didn’t come right then.

She lifted her pussy from my mouth to grab a condom, which she opened and unrolled on my dick. Moving back on top of me into a reverse cowgirl position, she asked if I was ready and I told her that I was. She grabbed my dick, positioned the head at her entrance and buried me inside of her in one swift movement.

We both moaned in pleasure at this initial coupling and remained totally still for a minute, which helped me to maintain control over my impending ejaculation. She began to move first and it felt like heaven on earth as she rotated her hips in a circular motion. I was touching her hips, but not attempting to have any control over her movements. My dick, balls and upper thighs were coated with her sweet nectar and she started to move a little faster, stroking her clit with her free hand. After shifting her weight and moving from her knees to her feet, Lisa leaned back into my chest, which allowed me to caress her breasts as she continued to ride me.

She sat up again and spun around on my dick so that we were now facing each other, then resumed her circular motion, which ground her clit against my pubic bone. Far too quickly, we were both racing to cum and just as I felt her body start to tremble in the initial stages of her third and final orgasm of the night, I began to fill the condom with what seemed like a quart of cum.

We lay there silently in that same position in the afterglow, with the lights of the city filtering through the window across our bodies. It was very sweet and romantic, and a perfect ending to the night.

Lisa asked, “Now what?”

All I could say was, “I don’t know. Let’s talk about it over breakfast.”

We both dozed off, knowing that this could not be a one-time thing

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Taking Care of Daddy Pt. 02

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Frank Malone sat up in his bed with his heart racing. His cock was throbbing and the thought that had pushed him awake was of his daughter, Melissa…she had been riding him. She was kissing him softly all over his face and neck. Every stroke of her hips was accentuated by her lips. She was wrapped tightly around him, her smooth legs behind his back. She bottomed out on him and began swiveling her hips. She held onto the back of his neck with both of her tiny hands. She flexed her kegel muscles and went in for a kiss on his lips. As their tongues danced, she milked his cock and rode him slowly. She kept him within herself and shuddered as her next climax approached.

She kissed her way up to his ear and slipped in her tongue before whispering, “Cum inside me Daddy…I stopped taking the pill. You’ll get me pregnant tonight for sure. We can make love all night long. I know you will cum Daddy…but please…let me have this one now…while we are…like this…I love you Daddy…Mmm…that’s it Daddy…Oh…fuck!” his sweet little baby screamed.

This nightmare, he finally decided, is what had woken him up. He looked at the clock. It told him, in flashing neon green, it was 4 A.M. and the sun was far from rising. He got up and took a cold shower. He ignored the aching problem and let the cold water take the heat away. He was shivering by the time he got out and grabbed a towel. He decided he needed to run it out of him. He quickly got dressed for a night run and grabbed his phone before heading out quietly. He didn’t want to wake up his Princess.

He slipped on his reflective running jacket and zipped it up to keep away the night chill. He grabbed his ear plugs and hooked up his phone. He found some quick tempo bebop jazz and hit the streets as fast as his feet could carry him.

He made it into the nearby hills and to the heights before the sun came up. He had pushed himself hard to earn the warm morning light. It felt rejuvenating as the first rays hit him from behind and the landscape below at the same time. He could see the city laid out below him. It looked quiet and peaceful. Then he saw something that surprised him. At the bottom of the road leading up the hill was a little pixie, bouncing around and trying to catch her breath. She must have really been moving to get that far so quickly. She hated hills though and would probably wait him out down below. His daughter made him proud but had lately begun to trouble his mind. By the time he made it to meet her, he was having even more trouble.

Melissa Malone had heard the door shut softly making her sit up in bed. She peaked out the window and saw her Daddy. He looked determined as he set off down the street. She knew where he was headed but didn’t know if she could catch him in time. She grabbed her tightest sports bra and a loose shirt. Some runner’s shorts and good socks plus shoes completed her outfit. She didn’t bother with panties. She decided she didn’t need them anymore. She put her hair in twin tails before brushing her teeth and heading out the door.

She was on the street and moving in minutes, the wind blowing her tails about. She was in a classical mood today and put on some Mozart. She danced as she warmed up her legs before she really picked up speed. She was racing the sun and almost beat it. She made it to the bottom of the hill but had to catch her breath once she arrived.

She found training on hills to be truly gruelling. She understood why her Daddy loved the challenge though. The sprint here had been a good warm up. She decided to stretch and try to relax. The hilltop was a frequent destination for runners and many college boys stopped to ogle her. One of them whistled as she bent over. Her pussy was so wet, she knew their hungry eyes were on her body. Their cocks getting stiff thinking about fucking her. Then she heard her Daddy shout. She had to place her palms flat on the ground to steady herself because her legs were shaking. She almost came from his voice again.

“Now the next one of you boys that whistles at my daughter better be ready to run…fast. Eyes front and on the hill. Where is your coach?” Frank said coldly.

A young scruffy looking man held up his hand. His cock was rock hard.

“You and your…boys…lack discipline,” he said while glaring at all of them. “I’ll be sure to talk to your head coach today. You boys might not recognize me, but my name is on half the records. When you get back, look me up. Now go…run up that hill before I change my mind,” Frank said with a look of cold steel in his eyes. Their cocks shrivelled and they took off like rockets.

“You okay Princess?” Frank asked his daughter. She ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him in a big hug.

“I am now Daddy,” she said into his chest. He hugged her back and smiled just feeling her warmth. He realized what time it was. “Don’t you need to be getting ready for school, baby?” he asked her.

“Oh…I almost forgot. Can illegal bahis I spend the day with you instead? Kind of like a Daddy Daughter Day?” she asked sweetly and he couldn’t refuse her.

“Okay, I’ll call your school but we’re sticking with my plan. I need to run Princess and I’m not going to stop until sundown. Still want to spend the day with me?” he asked her.

“Of course Daddy. I have lots of stamina,” she said. The way she said it made him think of something else. He broke their hug, kissed her on the forehead and pulled out his phone. He called her school and told them he was taking his daughter for the day. She had to help him at work, to finish up his retirement. The school secretary said thank you and Frank told her goodbye.

“You ready Princess?” Frank asked his daughter.

“Where are we headed Daddy?” she replied.

“Downtown, of course. You’re going to help me finish up things at work,” he said with a smile and took off like a bullet. She smiled and ran after him. It was at least ten miles to his office and getting to the hill had taken ten miles already. The hill itself was half a mile up with a steep dirt trail that twisted like a snake. She had a feeling her Daddy wanted to test his own limits. She hoped she was prepared enough for him.

They arrived downtown around 8 A.M., right as his office opened. They breezed into the lobby and he headed for the stairs. Melissa groaned but was right on his heels. Forty floors of hell awaited her but she grinned the whole way. When they finally reached the top, she could tell her Daddy was finally winded. They both took a moment to calm down before heading inside the double doors.

The top floor office of Malone, Smith and Tanaki was impressive. The firm was in real estate and had contracts all over the world. Frank ran his own division with clients all throughout the country. He had already explained to his partners what was going on. His old college friends Trevor Smith and Hiro Tanaki understood completely. They noticed how much of a different man he was after Rachel. They even knew her from the good old days when Frank and Rachel first met. His old friends granted his request to let his secretary have his position. She was more than qualified and she loved the place. She was a bit young to be a partner but Frank put his faith in her. That was good enough for them.

Everyone at work was in good spirits as they walked in. The place was festooned with balloons and decorations. Amy Deerheart, Frank’s personal secretary, saw him and freaked. She was a model of professionalism. At a mere 28, she had cemented her position at this place and she didn’t even know it yet. Amy had on black heels but no stockings. A red mid thigh skirt and a white sleeveless blouse completed her ensemble. Her hair was shoulder length and hot pink. Her raised eyebrows matched her roots and she looked truly surprised. He wasn’t supposed to be in until noon.

“Surprise Frank!” Amy declared and the other workers around the front desk stopped. They all gathered around and congratulated him. He shook hands and gave his thanks to those who were present.

“My little girl and I went for a run. We need to get changed. Can you scrounge up something for her while I head to the showers?” Frank asked.

Amy nodded enthusiastically, “Of course. We will have her looking like a CEO in no time,” she said. Amy and the other secretaries took Melissa to find some spare clothes and Frank hit the showers. Frank kept the water cold. He shaved afterward and then he got changed. He put on a suit for what he hoped was the last time and headed back to his office.

Once he got into his office, he set up a cup of coffee. While it brewed he called the local university and found the head running coach through the help desk. He talked to the new head coach, Peter Swift, an old friend of his. He explained the incident from this morning. Peter assured Frank that his boys wouldn’t be able to even think of a girl when he was done with them. Peter took their behavior as a personal embarrassment and assured Frank it would never happen again. With that matter settled he grabbed his coffee and headed to the window. He enjoyed the views but his mood was darkened by a constant stream of incestuous carnal imagery.

Melissa had the whirlwind tour of the corporate life. Suits, coffee and lots of paperwork were all that awaited those foolish enough for the daily grind. Melissa respected these ladies but was curious why they didn’t just sleep their way to the top. As they chatted, they revealed who they thought the big fish were and who they hoped to land. She smiled after none of them mentioned her Daddy. She thought of him as hers already.

They found her a cute black pencil thin skirt, red heels and a white button up shirt. She put her hair in a bun and headed for the ladies room. The top floor had many accoutrements to the bathroom and one was a full shower. casino siteleri Melissa took her time cleaning up and getting dressed. The ladies even let her borrow some makeup. She went light and easy, with just a touch of black eye shadow and red lipstick. After looking in the mirror, she smirked. Daddy might have to yell at someone again.

Frank continued to stare out the window from his office and tried to think about how he felt at this moment. His career was over. He didn’t need to work anymore but he didn’t really care. So much of his life was over now. At least he had the freedom to go find himself again when this was all over. Maybe he should go to India. He had always heard interesting things about the foothills of the Himalayas.

As he sipped his coffee and looked out the window, he saw her reflection first. She looked amazing, as always, but now she seemed a bit different. She looked like a successful up and coming business woman. Her clothes were a little tight but he had to admit that she wasn’t just his little girl anymore. She was becoming more to him and he was afraid of where that would lead for them both. He thought about her confession the night before and decided to conduct an experiment. Amy was the biggest slut in the office. She liked everyone and Frank had enjoyed her company as well. He and his wife had been kinky.

“Wow Princess, you really look ready to take on the world,” he told Melissa and she smiled. “I want Amy to show you around the back. Let you see everything that goes on around here,” Amy looked surprised again. She knew what those words meant but she just nodded with a smile. She licked her lips while appraising Melissa from behind. Frank saw and just chuckled. “I’ll be here when you get back. I have a few meetings this morning to wrap things up. Please keep my sweet Princess entertained while I’m busy,” Frank told Amy. Amy led Melissa out of his office and down the halls, telling her even more about the company.

Melissa’s pussy was soaked from having her Daddy’s eyes on her in this outfit. It made her feel even more sexy than usual. She wasn’t sure what appealed to her more, the idea of her being the sexy new intern or Daddy’s little girl who no one could touch. She followed Amy into a large boardroom. It had a projector and Amy turned it on. She used a remote to pull up a presentation. It was the standard first day drole. Amy had given the presentation herself numerous times. She also knew the boardroom was sound proof. It allowed for people to talk and not be heard. Amy and Frank had used it for other reasons.

“This is the standard introduction we give all new interns or employees. I’ve given this particular one dozens of times…every once in a while though…I get to conduct…in depth interviews. They usually start with the same question,” Amy said while walking about the room. Then, she sat down in a large leather chair. She spread her legs and crooked her finger, “Care for a taste, Daddy’s little girl?”

Melissa got down on her knees and in between Amy’s legs. Melissa kissed, licked and sucked Amy as best she could. “Not bad little girl…I didn’t expect much from a novice like yourself anyway. Don’t forget about your fingers…Mmm…that’s it…just like that,” Amy said with increasing levels of excitement. She was close and Melissa could tell. Melissa stopped and got up placing her hands on the arms of the chair and her face close to Amy’s.

“Get your ass on the table…slut,” Melissa commanded before kissing Amy violently. Amy returned the passion in the kiss and rose out of the chair as Melissa stepped aside. Amy got on her elbows and let her legs dangle. “Here’s a trick a friend showed me once,” Melissa said before going back down on Amy.

She sucked and licked Amy’s clit. She teased her lower lips with her fingers. Then Melissa slipped two fingers inside her. She spread them and played with Amy’s inner walls. She made Amy cum hard and slipped in another finger. Before Amy knew what was happening, all five of Melissa’s little digits were inside her. Amy gasped as she felt Melissa’s knuckles enter her. Melissa kept pushing until she was up to her wrist inside Amy. Melissa wiggled her fingers, making Amy scream. Melissa slowly fisted her, making poor Amy feel every inch. Amy couldn’t help how loudly she came, squinting the table and almost getting Melissa wet.

“Get on your hands and knees slut,” Melissa ordered and Amy obeyed. Melissa kept her fist inside Amy as she turned about. As Amy got down on the table again, Melissa proceeded to really give it to her. She started slamming her fist in Amy, working it deeply inside. She brought her wrist close to Amy’s entrance, stretching her hole. Amy just moaned louder. “I’m going to ruin this pussy…no man will ever want you after I’m done with you. Would you like that…slut?” Melissa tried asking Amy.

Amy was out of her mind. She was only capable of moans and cries. She poker siteleri shook and squirted all over the table again as the pleasure took over. She cried out in ecstasy as Melissa continued pounding her formerly tight pussy. Melissa’s hand came out of Amy’s pussy with an audible pop. The sound was accompanied by a loud shudder escaping from Amy’s lips.

Melissa licked her fingers and waited for Amy to catch her breath. She then got up on the table and kneeled over Amy’s head. “You better make me cum slut…or I’ll have my Daddy punish you,” Melissa told Amy as she stroked her hair.

Amy dove in with a hunger to satisfy this little nymph. Melissa ground her pussy on Amy’s face. Amy desperately did everything she could think of to get Melissa off. Amy could remember Frank’s discipline…just the thought of his rough hands made Amy shiver with excitement. Right now, she made up her mind not to disappoint her boss’s daughter. She doubled her efforts and used her fingers. Amy made Melissa buck her hips but she wasn’t able to make her climax. Amy was struck by an idea.

Amy pulled Melissa down onto the table and rolled them both over. Amy slipped her body close to Melissa’s curvy figure. She placed her lips near Melissa’s ears to whisper to her. Amy slipped two fingers inside Melissa and then spoke softly to her.

“You wish these were your Daddy’s fingers, don’t you little girl?” Amy asked and Melissa’s body responded by clenching her fingers tightly. “Oh…you’re a dirty little girl,” Amy said as she worked her fingers inside Melissa. “His are thicker…rougher…and they way they curl,” Amy shook all over as she spoke, “He makes me cum so hard Melissa,” Amy told her.

Melissa started to vibrate and shake on the table as Amy got between her legs. She sucked her clit and fingered her. Amy went fast, rough and hard on this little girl. Amy’s instinct proved correct as Melissa finally climaxed on the table. Amy sucked and licked Melissa completely clean. Melissa patted her head before saying, “I’m going to get cleaned up. See you later…bitch.” Melissa kissed her fiercely one more time and then left the room.

Amy shuddered all over, trying to catch her breath before speaking, “Frank…Oh my God…your little girl is dangerous. Did you hear any of that?” Melissa asked the empty room

“Yes…I heard everything,” Frank said into the phone on his desk. The presentation had been a ruse. It allowed Frank to hear and see everything. He quickly deleted the automatic recording and tried to clear his head. His cock was dripping precum and he needed to relax before his party. “Amy…get back to my office quickly. I’ve got a problem that you can help me solve,” he said and hung up the phone.

Amy came into his office looking a complete mess. She approached his desk with her head down. “Hands on the desk,” he said and she complied. He got behind her and pulled his cock out. He slammed it into her pussy, filling her up easily. Her pussy wasn’t as tight as before but she pushed back, spurring him on to go faster. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled hard before slapping her ass roughly.

“My daughter was right…your pussy is ruined. Good thing your asshole is so nearby,” he said making her shiver all over. He withdrew his cock and lined it up with Amy’s tight little asshole. His dick slid inside her with little resistance. His cock was wet from her juices and she moaned deeply. Then she remembered to cover her mouth. Frank’s office wasn’t sound proof like the board room was. Frank fucked her hard but wasn’t able to climax. He was actually getting a bit soft until Amy noticed his lack of enthusiasm.

“Fuck my ass Daddy…please?” she said while looking back at him. He drilled her ass and closed his eyes, making her into Melissa. He grabbed her ass rougher making Amy squeal in delight. He pounded her on the desk and released himself inside her. She shook and moaned as he filled her up. As he pulled out his cock, he slapped her ass with it.

“You were always good to me Amy. I’m leaving you my retirement fund and this office. You can have all my clients to help get you started. They already know you anyway. It’s been a pleasure working with you. You know how they tell you about your hair? That you won’t make it if it’s pink? Fuck them. Now, go get cleaned up Amy. We wouldn’t want everyone to know you’re a huge slut…right?” he said.

“They already know…and thank you Sir. For everything,” Amy replied tearing up a bit as she headed out of Frank’s office. Frank had to smile as he saw her go. She had been a fun girl to play with. Rachel had really liked her. Another woman Rachel really liked was Joan. Seeing her the other night triggered some flashbacks and he needed to be sure. To give himself one last test. He wasn’t able to climax unless he thought of Melissa. He was getting concerned.

Melissa made it back in time for the party. It was funny seeing her Daddy so stoic and then roar with laughter at all the jokes about him. His friends really gave him a ton of shit but they laughed it all off. It was all in good fun. After cake, the party wrapped up. Frank said his goodbyes, grabbed his few gifts and they headed downstairs by elevator this time. Frank hailed a cab.

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Chapter 19 – I’m Mandy, Fly Me

Mummy held me in her arms as April sucked deeply on Daddy’s cock. Every now and then she’d release the shaft and let her tongue roam around the head and down to his balls. Every time her mouth would once again close over the slippery head and she’d work his cock into her mouth again. She looked up imploring Daddy to spurt his load in her mouth so she could savour the taste and swallow it down.

Mummy gently squeezed my nipples as she watched her young daughter lick and suck her husband’s prick. She delighted in watching us having sex but was particularly proud when we turned our attentions towards our Daddy. She moaned sensually in my ear listening to every slurp and sound made by April’s sucking mouth.

“Jim, darling,” she eventually said, “stop teasing her and cum in her mouth. We all have to be up early tomorrow for the trip to the airport.”

Daddy gasped as he felt the tip of his cock enter his daughter’s throat. “Oooh that’s it April, darling, milk Daddy’s cock. Poll, honey, these girls aren’t going to sleep a wink unless they get a little … oooooh .. exercise before bedtime.”

“Ok,” Mummy relented, “May, darling, open your legs wide, Mummy’s going to give you a bedtime cum.”

“Oooh Mummy, yes.” I answered excitedly. “I love letting Daddy watch me cum with your fingers up my pussy.”

Mummy slid her hand down between my spread thighs and lazily ran her fingers through my already wet pussy lips. She spread them open to let Daddy see the aroused state of my sex running her fingers around in little circles.

“Oooh baby, you’re already very wet. Jim see how slippery and wet my fingers are getting inside your daughter’s hot little cunt.” Teased Mummy.

Daddy just groaned, torn between watching April suck his cock deep in her mouth and Mummy fingering my smooth pussy while playing with my breasts. Her fingers dipped slightly into my pussy hole then circled around my clit sending shivers through my little body before dipping into my pussy again.

“Here baby, suck on Mummy’s nipple.” She said offering her breast to my lips.

As I drew the rubbery teat into my mouth and laved it with my tongue Mummy pushed two fingers deep into my pussy. Daddy groaned again as he watched Mummy start to finger fuck my cunt making slopping slushing sounds in my juices.

“Oooh that is sooo fucking sexy.” Daddy uttered through his teeth. “April, move round a bit so I can get at your cunt. I bet you’d love Daddy to finger you too while you suck on Daddy’s cock.”

April didn’t bother replying but moved her body round and offered her wet pussy to her Daddy’s fingers without missing a stroke sucking his hard prick. Daddy eased his hand down between her legs and cupped her mound eliciting a deep moan from her around his cock.

I was moaning too around Mummy’s breast as I sucked more into my mouth. Mummy’s fingers were pumping me rapidly now and her thumb rubbed firmly across my clit. I knew and Mummy sensed that I wasn’t going to last long before I drenched her fingers with my cum juice.

“That’s right, May darling, suck on Mummy tit and work yourself off against my fingers. You’re sooo wet, honey, you’re going to cum on Mummy’s fingers soon, aren’t you?

“MMmmf … mmmmff … mmmmfffff.” Was all I could pant in response as my orgasm built rapidly up inside me.

“Ooh baby, cum for Mummy, yes oooh yes, fuck Mummy’s fingers. Jim, look, May’s going to cum. Come on baby, that’s it, yes, yes, fuck Muumy’s fingers, fuck, harder …. Oooh yes, yes.” She chanted working herself up at the same time.

“Mmmf illegal bahis … mmmmmmf …. Mmmmf …. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmffffmmmff.” I came.

My hips bucked up against Mummy’s pumping fingers which were flying in and out, in and out of my tight, soaked hole. Mummy stiffened a little and squeezed her thighs together as she had a mini orgasm watching me.

Across the bed Daddy was thrusting his cock deep into April’s mouth. He was pumping two fingers into her aching cunt using his thumb on her clit as a lever and driving April over the edge. His hips lifted trying to fit as much cock in his little daughter’s mouth as possible as he felt his balls contract and issue a powerful spurt of cum down her throat.

We could see April’s throat swallow several times as she milked Daddy’s cock of all its cream and the look on her face told of pure pleasure. Suddenly she pulled back off his prick and convulsed violently.

“Fuck, shiiiiiit ……aaaah …. Aaah …. Cuuuuuuummmmmmmmiing!” was all she could scream as Daddy’s fingers brought her to a crushing orgasm.

Mummy and Daddy stroked us gently as we recovered then “Come on you two, time for bed.” Said Daddy playfully slapping April’s bottom. “And go directly to bed, do not pass Alan or Sam’s room and do not collect a pussy full of cum from Uncle Bob. It’s up early for the cab to the airport.” He added with a smirk.

“Oooh Daddy.” We chorused. “As if we would.” With our best butter wouldn’t melt look.

“And,” Mummy added, “Leave each other’s pussies alone and no disturbing Aunty June. Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight Mummy. Thank you for a lovely cum.” I said and kissed her deeply.

“Yes, and thank you Daddy. Your cum was delicious as always.” Added April.

We went to bed as we were told and fingered each other until we fell asleep.

The next morning all hell broke loose as we ran around like headless chickens collecting last minute forgotten items and stuffing them into our over full suitcases. Sam, Alan and Uncle Bob were no better but eventually we all met in the entrance hall with cases at the ready. The men all helped load up the people carriers with the luggage and before long we were on our way.

The boring bit at the airport was made a lot simpler now that we all travelled first class. The seats in the plane were sumptuous and take off led us to champagne cocktails that even Sam, May and I were allowed. As the flight got on we all found something to keep us occupied. April and I were reading trashy novels and Daddy and Uncle Bob had their newspapers and Alan had a magazine inside of which he had secreted a porn magazine.

The hostess came up behind us handing out blankets and Alan didn’t notice. I nudged April and Sam and we watched as the middle aged hostess as she stopped dead behind Alan’s seat, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. We noticed how her mouth slightly opened and a little pink tongue just visibly licked her lips.

She smiled at some unknown thought and popped her head in front of Alan’s. “Would you like a blanket, Alan, isn’t it?”

Alan nearly had a heart attack and dropped the magazines, the porn one slipping out onto the floor between his legs at a page showing a young model being fucked by two men.

“Interesting choice of comic book, Alan.” She teased, straight-faced. “It’s alright I’ll get it for you.” Bending over Alan’s lap to pick up the mags.

She stared directly into Alan’s lap and the rapidly receding bulge in his trousers and smiled. “Perhaps you should have a blanket, young man.”

As she casino siteleri handed back the magazine we noticed how she arranged the blanket on Alan’s lap, making sure that she was able to stroke her hand over the lump in his trousers. Thinking she had made sure her body covered the action she spent a few seconds squeezing his now re-emerging erection.

“If you need to use the toilets the cubicle at the far end is probably best.” She winked at Alan and moved off towards the far end of the cabin.

Alan, with a big grin on his face, waited a few moments before getting out of his seat and heading for the toilets. He looked back as if to see no one was looking and saw three grinning girls leering at him. He looked momentarily embarrassed, gave us the finger, then turned and carried on his way. Getting to the toilet cubicle door he gingerly pushed it open and went inside.

We three girls, with blankets over our laps, slipped our hands down to our pussies ready to imagine what happened next. Later Alan shared with us all the sordid details.

Alan pushed open the door to the toilet to find Mandy, the air hostess, sitting on the toilet. At first he thought he had misread the situation and she was taking a piss but she pressed a finger to her lips to urge his silenced then immediately reached for his fly zip. With absolutely no preliminaries she fished out his semi hard cock and slipped her painted lips around it. Alan was rock hard in seconds.

Taking her mouth away she squeezed the base and brought her fist forwards making a large glob of pre-cum dribble from his piss slit. Pressing her tongue just beneath she licked it into her mouth and savoured the taste before taking him deeply into her mouth again.

After a few minutes of rabid cock sucking Alan’s cock was coated in pre-cum and saliva. He was more anxious than ever to join the swelling ranks of mile-high clubbers. Raising her up in the confined space they kissed wildly, sucking on each other’s hot tongues as Alan slipped his hand up her uniform skirt and started rubbing her pussy.

By now Alan’s cock was leading the way and he roughly turned Mandy around making her steady herself against the walls of the cubicle. He hiked up her skirt and was faced with a bit of an issue. Contrary to common fantasy air hostesses do not wear stockings; they wear support tights by regulation. Removing these to gain access to a hot pussy is not the most erotic action, particularly in a small enclosed space.

After several moments of struggle and banging off the walls Alan finally managed to get Mandy’s tights and panties down far enough to gain access to her hot box. Bending his knees slightly he grabbed his stiff cock, pressed it against her hole and unceremoniously rammed it deep in her dripping cunt.

“Oooohmf … fuck,” she gasped in as hushed a tone as she could before clamping down her teeth to try and keep quiet.

Alan whispered obscenities in her ear as he powerfully pumped his rod deep into her. “You like some young, hot cock in you, do you? I’m young enough to be your son. You like your son’s cock fucking you do you?”

Mandy was more than a match for Alan’s taunts and she put him down quickly. “Shut up and fuck .. oooh …aaah .. that lovely young prick of yours up my … aaah … aah …wet cunt. You better make me …. Aaah … aaaah … cum first …. Aaah … oooh … before you pump me oooh … ooooh .. full of your young spunk.”

They continued to trade dirty insults that wound them both up. Alan was painfully aware of the time critical aspect of this particular poker siteleri fuck and wrapped his arm around Mandy to rub her clit. It did the trick and moments later Mandy exploded on Alan’s prick.

“Oooh .. fuck yes, Alan … rub my clit … aaah … aaah … aah …I’m going to cum … oooh … oooh … fill Mummy’s cunt full of cum … yesssssssss.” She hoarsely panted.

That did it for Alan too. Being told to fill Mummy’s cunt for the first time in his life made his cock lurch in Mandy’s orgasming pussy as his pumped stream after stream of hot spunk deep inside her. Mandy came again as she felt Alan’s cock jerk inside her and half collapsed against the wall causing Alan’s cock to part company with her pussy. She managed to pull herself around and back onto the toilet seat to be confronted by Alan’s still semi erect and dripping shaft.

Her eyes lit up at the erotic sight and despite still panting heavily took his cock in her mouth the clean him up of their joint juices. As Alan revelled in the sight of the attractive middle aged air hostess cleaning his besmattered prick the door opened into his back.

“Oooh shit, sorry er .. engaged.” He said in a paniced tone.

“I bloody hope not, son. You’ve only just met her.”

“Dad,” Alan though quickly, “This one’s broken, you’d better use another.”

“Alan,” said his Dad, “just get out the way.” He pointed at his eye, “Do you see any green in there son? Fancy sending a boy to do a man’s job.”

Alan dutifully squeezed past his grinning Dad tucking himself back in as he went. He turned just before the door closed to see his Dad heaving out his stiff member and easing it into Mandy’s mouth.

Moments later he helped Mandy into the same position that Alan had had her not five minutes before. “How about you get some experience from the teacher rather than the student.” He told her as he eased his stiff prick deep into Mandy’s cum filled pussy.

Mandy stifled a groan as Bob’s thick cock started to pound her spunk filled cunt. The intrusion displaced the sticky liquid making it ooze around their joined organs and run in rivulet’s down her thighs and soaking into her panties and tights. A few minutes later Bob filled her for the second time as she orgasmed around his throbbing shaft. Again she turned to clean up the dripping sauce of her lover’s thick prick and again the door opened as she finished her duty.

“Oh my god,” she groaned as another male squeezed past her second lover into the cubicle.

“Over to you Jim. Hope you have some room in there.” Bob said pointing between Mandy’s legs.

A few minutes later and Mandy’s hot, sticky pussy was being rammed by her third cock in 15 minutes. “That’s some family we have on this flight.” She managed to moan between pants.

“I hope that’s not a complaint, Mandy. This is the best customer service I’ve ever had.” Grunted Jim whipping the creamy cunt to a froth.

“Uuuh … uuh … no complaint … aaah, yess deeper. This is more c. cc.. cock than I’ve had in a month oooh … ooh ..” Mandy panted closing in on yet another deep seated orgasm.

“Get ready Mandy, I’m about to add the third shot to your cum cocktail … here it is … nnnnrrrrgh.” He groaned as he unloaded stream after stream of hot sperm to Mandy’s collection.

We watched Daddy return to his seat with a big smile on his face. Mandy exited the toilets a few minutes later and looked very unsteady on her feet as she came back down the aisle. As she passed us the heady aroma of cunt and cum filled our nostrils and our pussies spasmed on our soaking fingers.

On the exit from the plane she was one of the hostesses bidding us farewell. When the boys came through she smiled broadly. “I hope you enjoyed your flight, gentlemen.”

Daddy smiled back. “Mmm, yes, very much so. It’s a great way to fly.” He said echoing the airline’s tag line.”

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There is a long running TV show in the UK called ‘Homes under the Hammer’. For those readers who are not aware of this programme, people buy properties at auction and then renovate them.

This story is inspired by one of those shows. A couple bought a house and the first time we met them the man came over as a bit of a nerd and the woman was quiet and dowdy. But it seemed it was not only the house that got the makeover.

When the camera’s returned a few weeks later she was gorgeous. What a transformation. Her hair and makeup were perfect and her tighter fitting clothes revealed she had a fit body.

I was inspired.

She is Ellie.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

For Ellie Robinson, it was a day that began like any other working day.

She left home at the usual time to make the six mile drive to work, arriving at the town centre car park at precisely twenty minutes to nine. After leaving her car in her designated parking bay, a brisk walk had her unlocking the office door at precisely fifteen minutes to nine.

After disarming the security alarm and locking the door behind her the first order of business was to brew a pot of coffee. This one was just for her. Her boss Hugo Jordan rarely made it in much before eleven am.

At precisely nine o’clock she switched on all the office lights and unlocked the door. They were open for business. Right on cue, the office phone began to ring. It was the same opening routine every day, Ellie fielding the calls in between opening the post and dealing with the emails.

It was around ten thirty in the morning when her mobile phone rang to herald the news that was about to turn her nice, quiet, safe little world upside down.

* * *

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Ellie sat down hard on her office chair, her mobile phone now pressed firmly to her ear to make sure she didn’t miss a word. “Really … I’ve won?”

She stared straight ahead, a look of sheer incredulity etched on her face as the person on the other end of the phone line repeated their message to her.

“I don’t believe it,” she said with a shake of her head, “I… I can’t have won, I never win anything!”

Thankfully the woman on the other end of the phone was obviously used to raving idiots like Ellie shouting down the phone at her. In a calm, measured voice she assured her yet again that she had indeed won first prize and that was the reason for the phone call.

Ellie was amazed. It was such a long time ago she could barely recall the details. It must have been the time she’d been leaving the local supermarket after her weekly shop. She vaguely remembered being accosted in the foyer by a man and woman selling tickets for yet another worthy local cause.

Of course she’d bought the tickets; she always did. Even though money was tight she liked to support the local charities as much as possible. But as usual she’d paid no attention to what the prizes were. It didn’t concern or bother her. After all, she never won anyway, so what did it matter. She was just happy to do her bit to help.

Her surprise therefore was even greater when she realized she had no idea which charity she had supported and certainly didn’t know what her prize was.

“So what have I won,” she babbled excitedly down the phone, “I’ve never won anything before … what happens now … how does it all work?”

Ellie grabbed a pen as the person on the other end of the phone line patiently began to explain the details to her. She confirmed again that it was the first prize Ellie had won and it was a voucher, which she could redeem at the business that donated the prize. The voucher was only valid for a period of six months and it was Ellie’s responsibility to claim her prize.

“Okay, okay, I understand,” Ellie said impatiently, “So what is it, what have I actually won?” She waited expectantly, pen poised. The woman on the other end of the phone began to rattle off the details. It was difficult for Ellie to keep up as she hastily scribbled notes in her secretarial notebook.

“I see … I see … mmm … huh huh … okay … erm … just out of interest, what were the other prizes? Yep … yep … okay … huh huh … I see … okay … yes … okay, thank you for ringing. Yes, you too.” Ellie ended the call and looked down at her notes. She was somewhat deflated and surprisingly underwhelmed.

The office phone began to ring, making her jump, a timely reminder that it was a working day and that her raffle prize was absolute nonsense. It was work that paid the bills. Putting the list to one side Ellie answered the phone and then forgot all about it.

The day flew by. Her boss, Hugo Jordan made a brief appearance, leaving some papers on her desk that he needed to be processed before he rushed off. He barely said a word to her. She didn’t mind. It was a regular occurrence, she knew he was busy.

It was nearly five o’clock when Ellie picked up the list again as she started to tidy up before leaving for the day. Pursing her lips she canlı bahis scanned over her notes.

“Fourth prize – now that would have been a prize worth winning,” she muttered to herself.

She exhaled loudly before chastising herself mentally that most people win nothing so she should at least be a bit more excited as well as grateful about her good fortune. But even so, a hundred pounds to spend on groceries would have been a godsend given her tight household budget.

She looked back at her notebook. Her first task was to give some semblance of order to her rough scribblings. As a secretary in the financial services sector, attention to detail was key and because of this she was extremely methodical in her work.

She looked at her first note, written in capital letters.

FIRST PRIZE

She drew a rectangular box around it and then numbered the bullet points for the rest of the hastily scribbled information, adding notes to the items which puzzled her.

(1)voucher

(2)6 months

(3) make over – complete

(4) local Bromptons store

(5) new hairstyle

(6) makeup demo – me – model?? – WHY???

(7) manicure

(8) Fashion buyer?? – WHAT???

(9) new clothes – designs – new season

(10) keep clothes & shoes – WHY??

Ellie shook her head as she scanned over her revised list. There were more questions than answers. She could barely comprehend what this would mean. Why did she need such a prize? What possible reason could she have to make use of any of these services and why would they want to give her the clothes and shoes? Surely there was a catch to it.

She took her yellow marker pen and used it to highlight items 6, 8 and 10. She took a long, hard look at the list as her methodical mind began to tick off the reasons in her head. Yep, there was definitely a catch! Maybe they were going to get her to pay for the clothes and the shoes and even the new hairstyle. Well if that was the case they could get lost. She had no money available for those types of luxury items!

She shook her head again before glancing up and catching sight of the clock on the wall. Even though it was past closing time she needed to finish clearing her desk. She would never leave the office with her desk in an untidy state. It just wouldn’t do. Tidy desk, tidy mind was a mantra that had been hammered into her at college by her austere tutor, Ms Hopkins.

Her thoughts wandered again. ‘A makeover’. She’d seen shows on television about makeovers and grudgingly acknowledged that the dowdy women usually looked fabulous when the experts were finished with them.

But she didn’t need a makeover. There was nothing wrong with her. So what if she didn’t buy the latest fashions. She couldn’t really afford to keep up to date with them anyway. Besides Andrew must like her the way she was. He never questioned the choice of clothes she bought or the fact that she hadn’t had her hair styled differently for ages, not that she went to the hairdressers that often.

Taking a final look around the office, Ellie clicked the lights off and exited the door, punching in the code for the alarm system as she went. It bleeped encouragingly as it set correctly. A light rain began to fall as she scurried off to retrieve her car from the car park up the street.

The drive home took longer than usual as the light rain quickly turned into a torrential downpour and by the time she arrived at her house it was still raining heavily. Despite running from the car to her front door she still managed to get soaked. Finding the house empty she assumed Andrew must be out on a call. She pondered on this for a few seconds. He hadn’t told her he was going to be out tonight but then again he didn’t seem to talk to her much about anything these days.

Quickly putting the whereabouts of her husband out of her mind, Ellie switched on the television for some background noise before she went upstairs to change out of her wet clothes.

* * * * *

Ellie wasn’t her given name, it was actually Eleanor but from the very beginning no-one had ever used that name. She was always baby Ellie and then little Ellie. There hadn’t been a lot of love shown towards her by her parents when growing up, in fact it had been quite an austere upbringing. Her parents weren’t poor, it was just that they chose to be extremely careful with their money. “It pays to save for a rainy day,” Ellie’s father used to say regularly.

Due to their frugality, clothes for Ellie’s parents and their children were either hand me downs or bought at charity clothes shops. This lifestyle was all Ellie knew and this was the main reason she dressed accordingly even to this day. It never occurred to her that they looked like clothes her grandmother would have worn in the nineteen seventies.

She stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom and removed her comfortable chunky knit cardigan followed by her blouse and skirt. The blouse was a fairly old fashioned design kaçak iddaa from the nineteen eighties, buttoning up high on her neck. Her billowing pleated skirt was conservative and came down well below her knees, covering most of her legs.

‘People must think I look frumpy’ she thought ruefully as she hung up her clothes to dry. She began to rifle through the wardrobe clad in just her plain white bra and white cotton briefs searching for her casual clothes. Even her underwear was functional. She didn’t have anything lacy or even coloured for that matter. Plain white was much cheaper to buy.

‘At last’, she grunted to herself as she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a pair of old jogging bottoms and a grey sweatshirt and put them on. Today was the day for cleaning both the kitchen and the downstairs toilet. She had a weekly rota that was strictly adhered to for all the household cleaning.

Prior to going back downstairs she stood in front of the mirror and as she put her hair into a loose ponytail she took stock of her appearance. ‘I look okay’ she thought to herself as she examined her face a little closer. The face looking back at her was oval in shape. Her lips were not full and pouty but neither were they thin. She’d always considered her eyes to be her best feature. They were a deep blue, flecked with grey. Her dull, dark brown hair however was a mess. With no wave or curl or kink, it hung lankly to rest on her shoulders and was cut with a fringe, a style that hadn’t changed since her school days, nearly twenty years ago.

It wasn’t that Ellie didn’t know anything about fashion. She read the magazines and watched the shows on television and whilst part of her yearned to be more adventurous and wear those clothes and have that hairstyle, she always held back, unsure of how to change and always, always mindful of the cost.

She had just turned thirty one and had been married to Andrew for nearly ten years. They had no children and she felt her biological clock had ticked past her best time but it wasn’t as if they’d been trying much for most of their married life anyway.

Sex just wasn’t high on either of their agendas. He’d been her only boyfriend and she’d been his only girlfriend. It had been very uncomfortable the first time they’d attempted to have sex. Andrew couldn’t get hard enough to penetrate Ellie’s extremely tight pussy. It took him several attempts before they did eventually manage to consummate their relationship and looking back she thought she’d had an orgasm but she wasn’t really sure.

But she loved him. Well she thought she must, otherwise why would they still be together? He was quiet and kind and sometimes attentive. He worked for himself as a computer programmer and if truth be told was a bit of a geek. These days he didn’t seem to be as busy as he should be but they seemed to be getting by okay.

So that was another reason why she didn’t spend money on herself for clothes and hairdo’s. To her it was an unnecessary expense that they couldn’t afford. They didn’t have much money left over at the end of each month and if it wasn’t for Ellie’s small wage they would definitely be in a financial mess.

And another contributing factor was down to Ellie’s nature. She was quiet, due mainly to her introverted nature but if she managed to overcome her inhibitions and shyness she actually had a personality and a keen sense of humour. Sadly no-one ever seemed to see this side of her except maybe her boss Hugo Jordan and even then it was only a rare occurrence.

She’d been working for Hugo for eight years. He was an independent financial adviser and mortgage broker and although allied to a bigger organisation, he worked out of a small office as a one man band. Ellie was his secretary and personal assistant. She was also his cleaner, tea lady, filing clerk and all round dogsbody. You could say she was his girl Friday and there was certainly nothing she wouldn’t do for him. But he was kind to her, treated her with respect and seemed to really appreciate the things she did for him. She adored him but not in a sexual way. That certainly wouldn’t be right. For one thing he was way out of her league and besides, he’d never shown the slightest bit of interest in her anyway.

It didn’t take Ellie long to discover that Hugo had a reputation as a ladies man. One day, shortly after she started working for him, his wife Veronica turned up at the office. Even though she had met Ellie briefly before, today she blatantly ignored her and went directly into Hugo’s office. Half an hour went by and Ellie went to ask Veronica if she would like a drink. It was clear that Veronica was on the phone talking to a friend. And it soon became apparent that she was talking about Ellie.

She didn’t deliberately eavesdrop but she couldn’t help but overhear Veronica telling her friend that it had all been her idea that Hugo employ Ellie. She said that as soon as she clapped eyes on her she knew immediately Ellie was never going to kaçak bahis attract his wandering eye. At the time Ellie didn’t understand what she could possibly mean and quite frankly she didn’t care. She was just grateful that she had a job.

Veronica’s strident tones were hard to ignore and blissfully unaware that Ellie was in the vicinity she just carried on with her conversation. Ellie began to colour up with embarrassment as Veronica began to dissect her.

“Oh yes,” Veronica had said, “I don’t think he would have the slightest thoughts about Ellie apart from her skills as his secretary. If she has a nice body, he’s never going to see it with those hideous clothes she wears.” She began to laugh. “and her hair … well … what a rats tail of a mess!” She shrieked with laughter this time before continuing, “I’ve never seen anybody look so frumpy. She certainly does nothing with her general appearance to warrant a first look, never mind a second!”

She paused and then laughed in response to something her friend had uttered.

“Yes that’s true,” she’d said, “I know Hugo would love to have some attractive big breasted bimbo fronting his business for him but there’s no way I’m going to allow that to happen. You know how he can be sometimes.”

Ellie quickly and quietly moved away. She’d heard enough.

* * *

When Ellie told Andrew about her prize the next day he congratulated her. He wasn’t bothered what the prize was, just that she had won and for that he was pleased for her.

When she told her parents of her good fortune her mother’s dismissive reaction was sadly predictable. “What do you need a makeover for?” she had said, “don’t you think you’re fine as you are?”

Ellie had just shrugged her shoulders and meekly replied, “I suppose so.”

It was her best friend Caroline who showed the most enthusiasm. “Oh Ellie, you are sooo lucky. I’d have loved to have won that. I can’t believe it … a full makeover. Right then; when are you going to do it?” She was more excited than her friend.

“Oh I don’t know,” Ellie replied nervously, “my mother doesn’t see the need for me to go really …” she tailed off.

“Nonsense!” Caroline retorted, “of course you must go. What’s the point of entering if you don’t want the prize when you win.”

Ellie smiled to herself. She suspected that Caroline didn’t really understand that her reason for buying a ticket was to support the charitable cause rather than wanting to win a prize.

It took Caroline three days of continual badgering before Ellie finally caved in.

“Okay, okay, I’ll call the store and book myself in,” she said. “Jeez you really are a pushy person, you know that don’t you!”

“Yeah, I know,” Caroline grinned as she hugged her best friend.

* * *

Ellie had booked time off work as a holiday day and when she arrived for her makeover it seemed the store had really pushed the boat out. No expense had been spared and it was over coffee that she first met the managers from the different departments covered by her prize.

She was given a time-table for visiting each one and noted thankfully there was a lunch-break included. She was delighted when she was informed that the cost of her meal was also part of her day. She began to relax as she realised that perhaps everything WAS free and that the store actually didn’t have a hidden agenda.

Her first port of call was to the hair salon. Franco, the stylist chosen by the store tutted loudly several times as he ran his expert fingers through her hair.

“No … no … this will not do! Look at this … NO … NO it’s a disgrace!” He tutted loudly again. “My dear … look … your hair … it is dry … it is lifeless … it is … uugghh … YUK!” He lifted a few strands with his fingertips before dropping them with evident distaste.

Ellie was horrified. She thought her hair was okay. She conditioned it once every three months or so. She’d read somewhere that using conditioner regularly would strip out the essential oils and that was a bad thing.

She informed Franco of this nugget of information, thinking she was being helpful. He exploded with rage.

Ellie jumped at his outburst. She was about to say something when he stopped her. “Say nothing more until I have finished!”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the manager of the hair salon roll her eyes in frustration. Evidently Franco was high maintenance. She wondered why they tolerated his behaviour.

In the end, as he put the finishing touches to his work, Ellie could see why. The man was clearly a magician. His cut had removed her old straight fringe and given her an off centre parting. Her hair framed her face in a casual soft wave, coming to rest just above her shoulders and it shone with a healthy vitality she had never seen before.

“Franco … that’s … that’s …” She shook her head, mesmerised by the movement this caused to her hair.

“Yes I know!” France replied smugly. “Right you can go now.” He eased her out of the chair and shooed her away. “Off you go … go…”

Ellie took her time leaving the salon. There were just so many mirrors in the place, each one seeming to give her a fresh perspective of her new hairstyle. Finally the salon manager took her by the arm.

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There was a very long silence as Tammy dropped her spoon.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“I want a divorce,” Theodora, my wife of 22 years, said.

“Why?” I asked.

“I’ve started seeing someone else,” she said coolly.

“Mum! This is crazy!” yelled Tammy.

For once, Theo’s cool resolve broke.

“I’m sorry, honey. Your dad and I still love you and your sis. You know that, don’t you?”

I got up and went back to my room. I stayed in there for the next three days and didn’t come out.

Over the next three days while I stayed in bed my wife started shifting all of her stuff out of the house. Tammy was nowhere to be seen. She was angry and left the house after a yelling fight with my wife. However the next morning Max sent me a text message to see if I was okay and I knew Tammy must have gone to look for him.

By the third day my wife was gone. She tried calling Tammy a few times but they ended up fighting over the phone.

After my wife left the house was in total silence. I had not bathed or shaved for days. I hardly ate. I didn’t know what to do. I was distraught.

On the fourth day, Tammy called.

“Daddy, remember to pick Tabitha up from the airport,” she said.

I had forgotten Tabby was due back today. Now I was getting worried about how she was going to react to the divorce.

“And dad?” Tammy said.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve spoken to Tab. She knows everything about Mum leaving. It’s all ok.”

Tammy was back to being the cool, responsible daughter she had always been. In many respects, she was like her mother, a little bit of an ice queen, and always sensible.

I got out of bed to bath and change. My younger daughter Tabitha had been on a backpacker trip for the past three months as a reward for having done well at her national examinations and getting a place in a top college.

In many respects she was like me. She was also the baby of the family and much closer to me than Tammy was.

When she saw me at the arrival hall of the airport, she flung her arms around me and gave me a big hug. All I could do was burst out crying.

The next couple of days were tough. After sleeping all day for four days, I couldn’t get to sleep. I still wasn’t eating much. I stayed in bed all day watching TV. I tried calling Theo but she wouldn’t speak to me or change her mind and come back.

Tab was busy getting ready for the new semester to start and catching up with her friends but she checked on me a few times a day.

She tried to be sympathetic to both me and her mother. But by the time the weekend came, she was impatient. She stood at the door of my bedroom, arms cross, looking annoyed.

“What?” I asked.

“For how long more are you gonna stay like that?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

She went to my windows and drew open the curtains. The sunlight started streaming in. I covered my face.

“Look at the sun,” she said. “The weather’s lovely. Let’s go for a swim.”

“I don’t know…” I started. But she stood there frowning. I couldn’t say no to my favourite kid.

“Why don’t you go down first, I’ll change and see you there in 10 minutes.”

She was soaking in the sun when I got down 20 minutes later after a shave and a quick shower. She looked at me in approval.

“Much better,” she said. “At least you don’t look like a Muppet now.”

I smiled and settled down on the deck chair next to her. She was on her tummy, trying to tan her back.

“Careful you don’t get burnt,” I said.

“It’d be ok,” she said.

“Did you use sunscreen?”

“No. it’s such a drag to use!”

“Look, remember how Aunt Susie never used sunscreen and got skin cancer?”

“Dad! Stop being such a nag!”

“I will stop if you use sunscreen.”

“I didn’t bring down any,”

“Well go get it!”

She pouted and got up. For once, I noticed her bikini and how it was barely covering her up. It was a white string bikini, which looked nice against her Pan Asian skin. I felt a stir between my legs as I saw her tits threatening to bounce out from the little material holding them up.

I tried to distract myself by reading the papers I had brought down. Soon she was back with her sunscreen.

She sat next to me and started slapping sunscreen on herself. I continued to read my papers trying not to look.

“I can’t reach my back, Daddy. Can you help me?” she asked. I put my papers down.

Squeezing some of the cream onto my palms I starting stroking her back, spreading the lotion all over it in slow strokes. By now my cock was throbbing. Her skin felt so smooth, so soft.

She was totally oblivious to what effect she had on me of course, focusing on the book she was reading. When I was done, I got up.

“I’m off to the loo, honey,”

“Okay,” she mumbled, eyes not leaving the book.

I got up to my apartment as quickly as I could. I was lucky I didn’t meet anyone in the lift – my hard on was obvious. Thankfully I had my papers to cover it. bahis siteleri

There was a sound in the kitchen when I got in.

“Daddy is that you?” it was Tammy. She popped her head out of the kitchen. “How are you doing?”

“I’m ok,” I said.

“Just came back to see you and Tab.” She said, coming out into the living room.

“Where are you staying now?” I asked.

Silence. She looked uncomfortable.

“I’m staying with mum.” She finally said.

I knew it would happen. Tammy and my wife had always been close despite their frequent fights.

“I need to speak to your mum,” I said.

“She doesn’t want to talk now,” Tammy said. “Give her a week or two, okay?”

I guess I had no choice.

“You wanna stay here tonight?” I asked.

“Okay. It’d be good to catch up with Tab.” She smiled cheekily as she moved closer to me. “Are you enjoying her company?”

“She’s a good girl,” I said.

“But I see you have a hard on,” she said, touching my thigh. Putting her hands in my swimming trunks she took out my cock which sprang out.

“Suck daddy’s cock, sugar pie,” I said. She needed no prompting. Bending down she took my cock into her mouth, running her tongue up and down my shaft. I could have exploded right there, but it looked like she wanted more.

Getting up she took me by the hand to Tab’s bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Let’s fuck in Tab’s bed,” she winked.

“She might come back,”

“That makes it fun, don’t you think?” she grinned as she started to strip.

“No, don’t strip,” I said. “I want to fuck you with your skirt on. Bend over!”

She bent over at the edge of Tab’s bed, her hands flat on the mattress. I lifted her skirt and knelt down. Spreading her asscheeks apart and pushing her red panties aside roughly, I started tonguing her anal hole. She let out a gasp.

“Oh yeah Daddy, yeah!” she moaned.

I started licking her pussy and her clit. She was getting progressively wet. She tasted so sweet.

“Fuck me please!” she begged. I couldn’t say no. Standing up, I shoved the entire length of my cock in her tight pussy. She moaned in delight. I grabbed hard onto her small waist and pounded hard. She begged me to go faster. I slapped her asscheeks as I did.

“Fuck me like how you’d fuck Tabby,” She said, eyes full of lust. “You want Tabby’s tight pussy, Daddy?”

I let out a groan.

“Tabby’s a virgin Daddy. Do you wanna take her cherry? Fill her tight hole with your cock?” She continued, as she clenched her pussy muscles hard on my cock.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Letting out a moan I shot a huge load of cum into my older daughter’s pussy.

Tammy spent a night catching up with Tabby while I went back to my seclusion in the bedroom. The night after Tammy left Tabby came to my room at 2am in the morning.

“I can’t sleep,” she said. “I feel like our house is no longer a home.”

I moved to one side of my bed and patted the empty side. “Join me,” I said.

She hopped in and curled up against me like she used to when she was a little girl. I stiffened, feeling her tit against my arm. She started talking about her trip but I wasn’t listening. All I could feel was the tit on my arm. Slowly I put my arm around her and she fell asleep against my chest.

But I couldn’t fall asleep. My cock was threatening to stir. I stroked her back, moving my hand down to her ass. It was small and pert. Rubbing her ass made my cock grow hard. I put my hands into her shorts and realized she wasn’t wearing panties. She started to stir, then realizing what was happening she froze.

“No, Daddy, don’t,” She said softly, pleadingly.

“Shh… it will be ok, honey,” I said, as I cupped her asscheeks.

Taking my hand out of her shorts, I moved her onto me now. There was a look of fear in her eyes.

“No, Daddy…noo …… please.” She said. Yet, she made no attempt to move. I held her tight, stroking her hair, her arm, her back, her ass, her thigh. I tugged at her shorts. It was a struggle but down it went, the shorts hanging onto one of her legs.

Using my knees, I spread her legs apart. Slowly, I continued to stroke her thigh. It was so smooth. I ran my fingers up and down her thigh, avoiding her private area. She started to fidget slightly, her breathing getting heavier.

Then I gently move my fingers to her sparsely hairy pussy. She was wet. Slowly, I started rubbing her clit. She let out a gasp. I started rubbing faster and she let out a coo. She was clearly starting to enjoy this. Her nub was now swollen, and her faced flushed.

I made her lie on her back and bent down to kiss her inner thigh, moving higher and higher but avoiding her pussy again. She was breathing very heavily now.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth found her pussy and she let out a gasp.

“Oh Daddy! This feels so good!” She squealed, as I flicked my tongue across her clit, making circles, clockwise and anti-clockwise. She was thrashing about on the bed canlı bahis siteleri and I knew she was going to cum soon. She was so wet, my entire chin was covered with her juices. I continued lapping her up, as she begged me not to stop.

I wasn’t about to. She tasted so sweet, so delicious. My tongue was pressing hard on her clit now, and I slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. It was tough because she was so tight. She looked slightly uncomfortable as my finger invaded her virgin pussy. Luckily the juices helped, and as I told her to relax soon she was cooing and moaning. Slowly I pushed my finger as far back as I could. She was just incredibly tight. I felt her muscles clench against my finger.

“That’s it baby, squeeze it for Daddy,” I told her. Then I continued licking her while gently moving my finger in and out of her.

“Oh Daddy! This feels so good! I feel like I’m gonna pee!” she was totally into it now, her legs open wide, hey pussy soaking wet.

“Oh yeah! Good gal!” I smiled, as I quickened the pace of my tongue and my finger. She let out a scream of pleasure.

“Daddy! Yes! Oh Daddy! I wanna peeeeeee!!! I wanna peee!!!!!” She screamed. I rubbed faster. My cock was rock hard from the sight of my daughter thrashing wildly in bed from my finger fucking. She was just so wet and so tight. I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Suddenly she let out a scream and started squirting cum out of her pussy, her whole tiny body shaking. It shook for a whole minute before she suddenly went limp on the bed.

I moved up and started kissing her. She kissed back feverishly. I took off my shorts, literally yanked it off.

She looked at it in amazement.

“Like Daddy’s cock?” I asked.

She blushed. “I’ve never seen a cock, Daddy,” She said softly.

“Why don’t you move down closer to it and have a look?” I asked. She crawled down to inspect it, in both wonder and slight fear.

“Are you scared, honey?” I asked.

She looked up and shook her head.

“Take it in your hand and feel it.” I coaxed.

Gingerly, she took it in her hand.

“How does it feel?”

“Warm.” She said. “And hard.”

I took her hand and showed her the right way to stroke it.

“Wow,” she whispered, with the wonder of a child learning how to operate a machine, moving my shaft up and down.

“Yes, hunny, play with Daddy’s cock. Move it faster.”

She went faster.

“That’s it, good girl! Keep going.”

She was getting more comfortable now. Precum was starting to come out of my cockhead.

“Baby, try licking Daddy’s cock like an ice cream.”

She looked alarmed. “That’s kind of gross.”

“If you do it, it will make me very happy,” I said.

She looked at it for a whole, as if considering. Then she decided she would, bending down to flick her tongue across my cockhead. I let out a gasp.

“Are you ok?” she asked concerned.

“Yes baby, you just made me very happy. Keep flicking your tongue here. Yes, like that. Oooh baby. You are such a good girl!”

She continued flicking her small tongue. My sweet innocent little girl.

“Take it in your mouth and suck it, baby. Do it slowly,” I said.

She gamely took it into her warm small mouth and sucked softly.

“Good girl! Yes, that’s Daddy’s good little girl. Keep sucking it. Yes, that’s it baby, keep sucking. You’re doing just fine.” I put my hand at the back of her head to slowly guide her, and she didn’t resist. Soon we worked to a fine rhythm and I knew I was going to cum any moment now. Moving her head faster so that she was bobbing on my cock, I suddenly held on to her head tight, letting out a moan and shooting wad after wad of cum in her mouth.

Not accustomed to that was happening, Tabby gagged, part swallowing the cum, part spilling some out down the sides of her small mouth.

I took her in my arms and kissed her, and held her tight.

“Did you like that, Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes, baby. You’re a good cocksucker.”

“That sounds very naughty, Daddy,”

“You like being naughty, don’t you?”

“If it makes Daddy happy,” she said. “I don’t want you to be sad anymore.”

I kissed her, feeling her tits below her tee shirt. She took off her tee. Her tits were perfect – small, little perky teenaged titties. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked. She coo-ed.

I pinned her down on the bed, and continued sucking on her tits. She was moaning now, trying to rub her other nipple. I pushed her hand away. With both her arms pinned under my elbow, the only thing she could do was to have her nipples mercilessly teased by my flicking tongue.

I took my time. I really wanted her to enjoy this. And she was. She begged me not to stop, begging me to lick her pussy again. I gladly obliged. Turning her on her stomach, I spread her legs to get a good view of her ass, her puckered hole and her pussy. I started licking her from her puckering hole down to her clit. She squealed. I spread her ass cheeks to give my tongue güvenilir bahis full access, and she spread her legs wider.

“Baby, let’s play a little game,” I said.

“Hmmph! Yes! Yes Daddy!”

“Daddy wants to know how much you like this baby,”

“Ooh I love this Daddy! I love this! Please don’t stop,”

“Be a good girl. IF you like what daddy’s doing to you, barking like a cute little puppy for Daddy,”

“Oooh yeah! Ooh!” She said, grabbing the pillow.

“It’s our little game baby,” I said, as I continued licking.

She continued to moan for a moment. Then suddenly, I heard it. She started to yelp like a puppy.

“Oh yeah! Bark like a cute little doggy!”

She continued to whimper and yelp, begging me not to stop.

“Are you Daddy’s good little bitch?”

“Yeah!”

“Say it!”

“I’m daddy’s little bitch!” she said.

I continued to lick her. By now she was so wet, I had two fingers in her pussy. She was pushing her pussy against my fingers, yelping like a little dog and begging me not to stop.

Suddenly she froze, and started squirting a whole lot of juice on the bed.

She collapsed on the bed.

“I’m tired, Daddy,” She whispered. “Can I sleep, please?”

“Not just yet, honey. Daddy’s still horny.”

She protested slightly as I turned her on her back, spreading her legs. My cock was so hard now, and I held it, rubbing it against her slit. She looked at me, tired but with curiosity.

“Is it going to hurt?” she asked.

“I’ll try to be gentle hunny. It might hurt a little the first time round, but once you get used to it you will love it.”

I slowly pressed my cockhead into her pussy. It was hard. I could feel her muscles tensing up.

“Honey, you gotta relax, or it’s gonna hurt more,” I said.

“Ok Daddy, I’ll try to relax,”

“Daddy isn’t trying to hurt you baby. You know that don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy,” she said, gasping as I pushed further. Man, she was possibly the tightest hole I had ever had.

I held there for a while so that she could get used to the sensation of my cock in her pussy. It wasn’t completely in yet, and I knew my next move was going to hurt her. But it had to be done. I pushed, with some force, my entire length into her pussy. I saw her face tense up in pain, and tears starting to brim in her eyes. But she refused to say a thing.

“Is it in, Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes honey. How do you feel?”

She was silent for a while, adjusting her pussy to the new intrusion. I felt her muscles try to relax and tense. I held still so that she could get used to it.

I started to move slowly. She gripped my arm.

“Please Daddy, not so fast.” She begged. “It hurts.”

I moved my body weight on top of her, crushing her down, kissing her passionately, our tongues locked in a dance. I moved her legs so that they wrapped around my waist. Then holding onto her, I started pumping my cock in and out of her tight and wet pussy. It felt amazing.

Her eyes were shut tight, her breathing was hard. Her face was flushed. She was trying to deal with the pain and seeing the expression on her face just made me move faster. I could feel my balls slapping against her puckered hold. The entire bed moved violently.

Suddenly she started whimpering.

“Yes, honey, moan for daddy,”

She let out a moan. Her nails dug into my shoulders. I kissed her more feverishly. I felt her legs tighten around my waist, her body moving in unison to mine.

“You like Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes Daddy! Oh yes! Faster Daddy! Please!”

“Oh yes my little slut. You love fucking Daddy don’t you? You’re Daddy’s little slut. Bark like a bitch for Daddy!”

She started barking. Watching my innocent lil daughter sink into depths of depravity turned me on further. I continued to ram hard into her pussy. Suddenly she let out a scream and started cumming again, her body shaking violently against mine. I continued to move my cock. I felt my own orgasm building up but I wanted to enjoy this tight young pussy for as long as I could.

I took my cock out and stood at the edge of the bed. Carrying Tabby up, I held up my cock and impaled her on my member, rendering totally helpless and at mercy at my rammings.

Hold onto her waist, I started moving her up and down my cock as she continued moaning, holding onto me to prevent herself from falling.

“Squeeze Daddy’s cock, baby. Squeeze it! Ooooh! Good girl! Yes! That’s it! yeah! Daddy! Loves your pussy. It’s so nice and tight.”

Needing better balance I moved towards the wall, allowing her to lean against it. her legs were still tight around my waist, and she still had her arms around me. I started to move in a rhythm and she begged me to go faster.

“Oooh! Daddy! Oooh! Yes! Daddy! Yes! Please! Faster!” She begged. I was happy to oblige.

“Bark for Daddy, little bitch!”

She started barking again.

“Oh yes, Daddy’s good little bitch! Yes, oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Daddy’s cumming baby!” I screamed as I shot wad after wad of cum into her unprotected pussy.

I moved toward the bed and let her down gently onto it. she curled up.

“Are you okay, babydoll?” I asked.

There was a silence. Then she asked,

“Why do I feel like peeing every time I pretend I’m a puppy?”

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I don’t like to be too boastful, but sometimes, horny, sexy young women just throw themselves at me, looking for no-strings-attached, hot sex with a very good-looking, well-off guy.

The youngest to do it was this 18 year old brunette, Payton, who had to be one of the most gorgeous girls I’d ever stuck my cock into. And what a horny little bitch she was! It was two hours of luscious, promiscous sexuality by two good-looking people, just using each other to get off, and create lasting memories. I’ll probably never see her again, but I won’t forget Payton!

The moment I saw her working behind the register at a four-star hotel’s gift shop, I instantly new she was something special. She definitely looked young, but with makeup and in a very pricey hotel uniform, she could have passed for 24 years old. Actually, she turned out to be 18; it was her summer job, before her senior year in high school started. I appreciate the finer things in life, and so I can’t say it was Payton’s body that first attracted me. I mean, she had a rocking body: definitely C cup breasts, at least, over a very slim tummy and curvy, no-flab hips, with slim, creamy legs that looked extra long for her body size. And she was as pretty as some models I’ve dated, with big brown eyes, thin upturned nose, and precious, smoochable lips. No, actually, I think the thing that caught my eye was her hair. Luxurious, long, flowing dark brown hair, it glistened in the bright lights of the gift shop, moving in flowing waves as she floated around the room.

I couldn’t very well stare at her endlessly, I was there with my young mistress, Danielle. Like Payton, Danielle was a slim brunette, but without the bust and a shorter body. She’d been doing photo shots for a diamond company in Los Angeles when I met her at a restaurant at a party a few months ago, and this was Danielle’s first trip abroad with me anywhere. I liked the company of younger women when I travel, and being 23 years old, Danielle was exactly half my age. I spoiled her with attention and gifts, of course, as she deserved; and she relished the attention of a rich, older man. Danielle had something of a “daddy” complex, she even called me “daddy” when we fucked. I might not be surprised if she lost her virginity to her father, possibly.

As Danielle poked through some of the rather expensive but attractive items in the shop, I found myself flirtatiously glancing over to the gorgeous young woman working the register. If Danielle hadn’t been there with me, I might have approached her and asked her to dinner. I would have no reason to believe she’d say yes, but if I hadn’t asked, I’d never see her again, right? It’s just a harmless question. That’s the way I look at it.

Soon, my then-current lover was standing next to me at the register, deciding which flashy ring looked better on her two fingers (not a wedding ring, of course — my wife has the unique obligation of wearing one of those from me). Payton, whose name I could see on her nametag, was standing on the other side of the glass counter, helping Danielle pick which one matched her skintones better. They went with the black onyx ring in the gold setting, passing over a green jade and silver ring. As they babbled like girls, I just joked around to sound friendly. Maybe she can buy both of them, I suggested, I didn’t need that surgery next week. Payton found me humorous and laughed back, saying, rings are more important anyway. I told her, anything that makes a beautiful woman even more beautiful, it was a necessity. It was a complement to Danielle, who surely was beautiful, but I gestured towards Payton, and the young woman blushed at what she perceived was a complement to her. Maybe it was, after all.

Then, while Danielle set out to choose a matching earring pair, I began flirting with Payton, just harmlessly. I told her, her boyfriend needed to buy her more jewelry, because sexy women looked better in it. She didn’t disagree, but said, she didn’t really have a boyfriend who could afford the hotel’s products. I noted that it might not be long, before some handsome customer swept her off her feet, and she might have that boyfriend problem solved. Our eyes were locked together, and with my girlfriend there, she wasn’t going to say anything provocative. But, just playfully laughing back at me, she said, who knows, anything can happen. Then she asked, was there another one of me? I was confused, but she was asking, if a carbon copy of me might be available — one without the attachment of Danielle’s company. I said, they tried, but the machine broke, there’s only the one. It was a silly statement, but the girl laughed at it anyway.

I will admit, a nasty thought crossed my head. I’d be at the hotel a second night, while Danielle had to get home the next afternoon, so it was just a one-night trip for her. Maybe I should ask Payton out? No, I knew I had a meeting with clients that would go probably until late. Besides, cheating on my wife with one hot, younger brunette was probably sufficient for a two-day bonus veren siteler business trip to the Midwest. Was I such a pig that I needed a second girl on the second night? Well, I am male, I suppose, is how best to answer that. But no, it wasn’t my intention.

However, indeed, the second night I did end up in front of Payton, back at the gift shop. I had fifteen minutes to pass, before my guests arrived at the hotel. In my Armani suit and a bright red tie, I was drawn back to the gift shop on the possibility Payton might be there. Indeed she was. So, I needed a reason to be there, didn’t I? The previous night, I had spotted a group of very sensual, sexy lingerie outfits — if you can call them that, they had so little fabric — in the corner of the store. Danielle had even admitted to me, later that evening while we were fucking, that she saw them and liked “the black one.” Hell, they were all black, it seemed. One of them, however, seemed “more black” than the others — a see-through camisole, with mesh French panties, entirely in black. Not sexy as much as slutty. Danielle would, indeed, look delicious in it. I decided I needed a present to offer Danielle when I saw her back in Los Angeles the next day, so I grabbed one in size 2, and headed for the register.

“This for your wife?” asked Payton, innocently, as she scanned the price tag.

I snickered. “Um, no — and don’t tell my wife, but it’s for the young lady I was with last evening.”

I meant it as a joke, but Payton gave me the all-knowing smile, that stare of understanding. “Ahhhh!” she purred, putting a finger to her luscious red lips and making the “shhh” noise. “I won’t tell, you’re good.” Her eyes looked past me. “Present for later tonight?”

“No,” I said honestly, “tomorrow — she went home — I have a business meeting. In fact–” I quickly checked my gold Rolex. “In fact, it’s starting in just a few minutes.” I looked back into the lobby, not seeing my guests, but I knew time was running out. “Would it be possible for you to hold it here? I’m expecting someone, he and his entourage should be here any moment — I can pick it up later this evening.”

The girl shrugged. “No problem, or I can have room service run it up.”

“No, don’t trouble yourself,” I said, thinking maybe I wanted a reason to come back later in the evening. Seriously, I wasn’t trying to pick her up — but, truthfully, she was beautiful, an 18 year old, gorgeous brunette with charming brown eyes and slim but busty figure.

Payton was nicely folding up the flimsy garment, as she lowered it into a small gift box, about to wrap it for me. “It’s really hot,” she said of the outfit, perhaps thinking aloud. “She’ll look amazing in it, I’m sure, she’s gorgeous.”

I’m just biologically programmed to complement beautiful women, so given the opportunity, I could not resist. “Well, then, it would look amazing on you, too, I’m sure.” I smiled, and Payton looked up at me with a slight blush, and I didn’t want to be offensive. “Your boyfriend should buy you one.”

“Ahhh, about that!” The girl was now closing the gift box. “Yeah, that rich, hot guy hasn’t walked into here to sweep me off my feet — don’t think anyone will be buying me something like that anytime soon!”

I’m also biologically programmed to put smiles on beautiful women’s faces, and buying them gifts is one thing I do. I made $20 million in a corporate buyout the prior year, and was lining up investors for my new venture that would probably net me another $15 million this year. A small gift is like losing a penny out of my pocket — meaningless. Only, why not spend that penny on someone sexy and beautiful? If only to put a smile on their face. Nothing untowards is implied; it’s not a quid pro quo. It’s just to be nice.

My voice firm with conviction, I offered her, “Then, maybe you won’t be swept off your feet — but, nothing wrong with someone buying you a gift.” I took from the register a blank sales slip, and filled out my name and room number, leaving the price blank. “Here, do this for me — pick out one of those outfits that will make you look amazing, any one of them, and put it on my room — no, no, I insist — so your boyfriend will truly appreciate how gorgeous you are.”

I don’t think anyone had done that for her before, because she gave me the most bashful, amazed, surprised smile. “Really?” She sounded like a teenager when she asked that. Her voice was shrill, high, and young.

“Really!” I put my hands up, and noticed movement in the lobby. Time to go. “Really, it’s fine — any of them.” Then I pointed a finger at her, menacingly. “I’m going to look at my room folio later, and if the charge isn’t there, I’m going to be mad, and complain to your boss that you don’t follow instructions.” I winked. “So do this for yourself, will you?”

The incredibly gorgeous 18 year old brunette smiled at me warmly. “Thank you sooo much — yes, I will do that.” Then she laughed with a joking thought. “Just one, though?”

I bahis could afford more, but let’s not get out of control. “Yes, just one, if you please.” I winked again.

Off to my meeting I went, leaving the gift shop behind, not caring I’d just spent an extra $200, probably, on something that I would have thought would never affect me. But the young woman was smiling, so my work was done.

My meeting was contentious, I have to admit, it was stressful and yelling was involved. A book might have been thrown across a table, possibly. That $15 million wasn’t looking to promising, but I had other options for another day. But it rattled me, and I came back to the hotel in a steaming mad state, snarling at myself and, unfortunately, the hotel bellhop as I strode through the entrance. It was just my mood. Up to my room I stormed, furious with the way the evening went, ripping off my jacket and kicking my shoes against the wall.

Two minutes later, my hotel room rang. No one calls me on it, they use my cellphone. It had to be the hotel staff. I actually felt bad, I thought I was going to be chastized for snapping unprofessionally at the bellhop.

“Mr. Charles?” It was the voice of a young woman, it was Payton. “You didn’t come back for your gift — want it run up to your room?”

Indeed, I’d forgotten. “Yes, that would be great, thank you,” I said, being extra courteous, given the way I acted in the lobby. It didn’t matter it was the beatiful young lady, I just forced myself to be positive at that moment.

For a moment, I was unhappy — I wanted to take a hot shower and wash the evening away, but now I had to wait for someone to run the damn gift up. So I just sat on the edge of the bed, sulking a little, wishing Danielle was still in town so I could at least get hot sex out of the evening. Even my wife would have been acceptable.

My room’s doorbell rang, and I strode through the small reception area to open it. To my pleasure, I saw Payton standing there, smiling at me warmly. In one hand she had the gift box in a little bag, and across her other arm was her purse and a second small bag.

“Your purchase,” she said softly, handing me the first bag.

I took it. “Thank you, you didn’t have to bring it up yourself.” But she was a sight for my eyes, and my penis was already thinking — maybe she wants to fuck? (My penis always thinks hot young women want to fuck me. Forty percent of the time it’s 100% right.)

She said it was nothing, then she dipped her head in the direction of the second bag on her arm. “It’s nothing, I closed up and was on my way out — besides, you let me get something, too, I owe you.”

I’d forgotten that part of the evening, and I exclaimed a little sigh of remembrance. “Ahh, yes, indeed, true that.” Wow, she had some lingerie, too. I wondered what she chose? “So, which did you choose?”

I was being friendly, but I have to admit, I wanted to fuck her too. I had little clue, at that moment, she wanted to fuck me, other than she was standing there, very pretty, and very friendly.

The teenager looked around the hall, and of course I let her in so she could show me. She paused, as I shut the door behind her, biting her luscious lower lip a moment. “So, you want to see it?”

I nodded. We were just a step apart, I could have reached forward and kissed her. The way she was staring at me, I believed, she would have let me. But I didn’t. “Of course I do, I’m curious?”

“Well, then,” sighed the girl, smiling nervously, “give me a second?”

And, to my very pleasant surprise, she slipped into the bathroom right next to us, and shut the door.

Instantly, my eight inches of thick cock got very hard, and my knees grew weak. I knew, for sure, I was going to get laid. Yes, I was!

I sat back on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom door across the room, leaning back softly with my fists behind me. I still had my dress shirt and slacks on, as well as my socks, but I removed my belt — I had a feeling, everything would be coming off. In my crotch, my erection was at full alert, pushing out a tent in my tight clothing, it was frankly uncomfortable. I let that problem sit unattended, for the moment.

Time passed slowly, I could hear myself breathing, fixated on the closed bathroom door, waiting for it to open. Now? No, not yet. Now? No. I heard a bump in there; now? No, not yet.

Click, it opened. Slowly. And, with a graceful stride to the side, Payton emerged into sight, looking like a divine sex goddess.

She had on a bra and thong sex, a very alluring one on her slender, busty figure. It was predominantly red, but with black lace along the edges of the thong’s straps that arched over her slim, teen hips; and the bra was a push-up, making her already ample breasts looks even larger and more fleshy. Standing with one hip cocked to the side, her hand on her hip and arm akimbo, she flashed me a very sexy, naughty grin, making sure my eyes were drinking in the sight of deneme bonusu her in the outfit.

“You like it?”

Of course I did, I didn’t have to say a word. She sauntered towards me, across the bedroom, moving deliberately, hips swaying. “Feels SO nice,” she revealed, her hands cupping her large boobs to fondle the fabric supporting them, and then she casually brushed her fingers down the straps of the thong, from her hips towards her crotch. Her thighs were creamy and soft, completely unmolested by age; her stomach was flat. She spun around, seducing me more, letting me observe her incredibly perfect, round buttcheeks, as smooth as cream, largely nude with the thong’s strap digging into the small valley of her crack. “Mmm, and it fits nice too,” the girl purred, looking back at me over her shoulder, using her thumbs to test how snug the thong was over her skin.

I sighed heavily, knowing I was about to enjoy the companionship of this gorgeous young vixen. It’s a rewarding feeling, having women like her throw themselves at you. Now, I was glad Danielle flew back home.

Still leaning back on the edge of the bed, my cock forming a very visible tent in my crotch, I allowed Payton to see my eyes pouring over her skin, staring at every little small curve of her butt and thighs, then at her breasts again as she turned to face me. “You’re perfect,” I said of her, not the outfit, “I’m a lucky man for just seeing you in that.”

“Yeah?” She strode to me, right up to the edge of the bed, her thighs touching my knees. “Just for seeing me in it?” Then she laughed, crawling onto the bed, straddling me. I leaned back more, as her hips slid forward, and her crotch ground against my very large erection in my pants. “What would you be, seeing me OUT of it?”

I forced my eyes to leave the sight of her boobs, inches from my face, and I looked up to her delicious, succulent lips and adorable face. “I’d be kissing and licking every part of you, that’s what I’d be.” The pressure of her young cunt against my aching erection, grinding together through our clothing, was making us grunt softly.

“You would, huh?” Still teasing me, she shifted her weight, putting her hands on my broad shoulders, steadying herself, now swaying her hips slightly to tease my dick with her crotch’s pressure, slowly dry-humping me. “And what would your wife and girlfriend think about THAT, hmm?”

We were getting close to ending the banter, but I enjoyed her sense of playfulness. “I don’t know — same thing your boyfriend at school would think.”

The girl snickered. “Oh, those? I don’t take them — sooo immature.” She had her eyes on my eyes, watching my reaction as she continued to hump my penis through our clothing. “I like men, who know what they are doing.” She tossed her long, dark hair over her slim shoulder, exposing a diamond stud earring. She looked like solid money, even at age 18. “And, that girl last night was fucking hot, I figure, you must know what you’re doing.”

I nodded, knowing it was time to get to that “doing” she wanted. “Only one way to find out,” I moaned, barely audibly. My hands were already sliding up her slim backside, and I leaned upright as she moved her lips forward. The 18 year old brushed her lips firmly on my mouth; she smelled clean, fresh, like she’d brushed her teeth very recently. I might have tasted of alcohol, a bit of it, but she didn’t complain. Payton’s young tongue probed my mouth, finding my lips ready to suck that tongue, and my own tongue wrapped around hers, drawing it in deeper. Meanwhile, I slid one hand down to her exposed asscheeks, cupping the small, fleshy curves, while my other hand was behind me, bracing myself to lean upright.

We continued to make out, madly moaning and thrusting tongues in each other’s mouths, making our lips wet with saliva and exchanging heavy, deep breaths lung to lung. We also slipped backwards onto the bed, me falling on my back, she leaning over me, sealing her mouth on mine, kissing me endlessly while her pussy ground in gyrating circles over my dick through our clothing. I found my hands holding her nude, young hips, feeling the soft flesh, fondling her body as she spun it above me. The teenager was whimpering in our kisses — “Mmmm! Mmmm!” — showing me she was enthusiastic about our embrace.

Instinctively, my hands moved to her bra, to unclasp it. But she felt me doing it, and suddenly our kiss was ended, she was sitting on my lap then kneeling on the bed between my spread-open legs. “No no,” she chided me, shaking a small finger at me, “I just put this on — you’ll have to see me in it, a little longer, at least.” With a schoolgirl giggle, she turned her attention to my shirt. She took that finger and slowly, deliberately moved it to my neck, and then to the highest button on my shirt. “You, however — need to get out of these things.”

“Be my guest,” I offered, my dick wanting to come out of my pants so badly.

Payton leaned forward, her sexy teen boobs dangling under her in the revealing bra, as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Pulling it aside, she gasped at my firm chest and curly, dark hairs. I work out religiously, she was impressed by the firm shape of my powerful physique. “God, you’re hot,” she moaned, blushing at me. “Don’t hate on me — how old are you?”

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