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Back From Atlanta

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These events take place immediately after the events in ‘First Road Trip for Denae and Bill’

When they returned from Atlanta, Bill took Denae to her apartment. Being a gentleman, he carried her bags up the stairs for her and they went inside to find Suzy sitting on the couch using her laptop, which was resting on the coffee table.

“Hey guys. How was Atlanta?” she asked in a cheerful, sing-songy voice.

“It was great. And my boyfriend here killed his interview,” Denae responded as Bill took her bags to her bedroom. “The restaurants you recommended were amazing,” she added.

Bill returned and he and Denae moved toward the family room. They could both see Suzy’s screen and noticed it was filled with pictures of women in bikinis.

“So, whatcha doin there?” Denae inquired.

“Oh. I’m shopping for bikinis. D, I got us a few pool gigs, so I need new work clothes. Ya’ll come tell me what you think. Especially you, B.C. I want a guy’s opinion.”

“Pool gigs? Awesome. How many and when?” Denae wanted to know.

“Three so far. I’m working on others,” Suzy answered. “And I got Lori onboard too.”

They both moved toward the couch and Suzy patted the cushions on either side of her, indicating that she wanted Denae to sit on one side of her and Bill on the other. They complied.

“Ya know? Suzy, I heard why you call me B.C. And all this time I thought you were using my initials.”

“They are initials.”

“Yeah, but not for my name. Should friends really talk that way about each other?”

“I don’t know. But friends shouldn’t ass-fuck friends,” she said matter-of-factly, while moving the mouse around the web page. “And you do remember your birthday, don’t you?”

“So…what’s a pool gig?” Bill asked, hoping to quickly change the subject.

“We get paid to lay out at apartment pools in the spring during leasing season,” Denae explained.

“What? You get paid to lay by the pools at apartments? Is that a thing?” Bill wanted to know.

“Sure is. An easy money thing, too,” Suzy beamed.

She clicked some keys on the keyboard, sat back, motioned toward the screen and added, “B.C. Take a look. Do guys like bandeau tops at all?”

He glanced at the screen and then at her and sheepishly indicated it would depend on the bikini and the girl wearing it. Suzy then reminded him it would be her wearing it. While awaiting his response, she casually re-directed his eyes from her breasts to the screen and reminded him she sought his opinion on bikini tops, not her breasts. He admitted Suzy would look good in either top, but because of the size of her bust, she might feel more secure in a bandeau top. Denae was quietly laughing at the exchange.

“So, guys are OK with bandeau tops?” Suzy pressed. “They cover more skin than triangle tops.”

“Well, yeah. It’s still a bikini and we like those,” Bill affirmed. “So, you actually get paid to lay out at pools? Why? What’s the point?” he wanted to know.

Denae explained, “It’s marketing. You know, sex sells. It’s to help them rent out the apartments to students. The management companies hire girls to lay by the pool so prospective tenants think the place is full of hot girls. Haven’t you ever noticed apartment offices are always next to the pool?”

Bill turned his head in thought. “Now that you mention it, yeah they are.”

“See?”

“What will they think of next?” Bill wondered aloud. “So, you two and Lori are going to get paid to lay in the sun? All three of you just lounging around in bikinis? Wow! Actually, I’d pay to see that.”

“Settle down, Tiger,” Denae said to Bill. “Maybe I need to invest in some new work clothes for pool gigs too,” she added, looking at Suzy.

“If you want any opinions, I’ll be glad to help,” Bill offered. “Especially, since I haven’t seen you in a bikini other than at Thanksgiving.”

Suzy jumped in. “It’s hard to call what Denae wears bathing suits. There’s hardly any fabric at all.”

“What can I say? If I’m out to get sun, what’s the point in covering up?”

“Well, if you care to model any, I’d sure make myself available for evaluations,” Bill commented in such a way that it sounded like a suggestion.

Denae scoffed. “You want to see me in a bikini? You see me in a lot less almost every day.”

“But still…” Bill trailed off.

“That reminds me,” Suzy began. “Did you two hit Club Seduisante while you were in Atlanta?”

“We sure did,” Denae answered. “Bill here got four table dances.”

Looking over at Bill, Suzy said, “Well. Well. What’d ya think, Bill? Lots of hot women in there, huh?”

“The most beautiful woman there walked in with me,” he said proudly.

Denae got up, walked around Suzy and sat down in Bill’s lap. “Aren’t you sweet?” Looking at Suzy, she added, “We had a good time. I wound up meeting some of the girls working there and the manager. They were all super nice. And they were all really pretty. How’d you know about that place?”

“Anyone who knows Atlanta knows that place. And I’ve actually been there once.”

“Really?” esenler escort Bill inquired.

“Yeah. Last summer my friend, Leah, and I double dated once. At some point the guys brought the place up. They joked that Leah and I would never have the guts to go in there. So, we called their bluff. But we wound up having a pretty good time. Glad I wasn’t paying for it. They dropped a ton of money that night.”

“Well, you paid for us the other night. Thank you, very much.” Denae smiled. “I used money I won from you on our bet.”

Bill announced he had to get back to his apartment to unpack and check his mail for bills. Denae walked him to the door.

“I’m coming over later, right?” she asked.

“I really hope so,” he replied.

“Remember, hang your suit out before you put it back in the closet. I want you to take good care of it. Same with your ties,” she said. “Oh. And be sure to call your mom. She’ll want to know how your interview went.”

He promised he would. She took his face in her hands and looked him in the eyes. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“I love you too,” he smiled.

“I really love you. OK?”

He kissed her and left.

Denae turned around and jogged back into the family room with Suzy and plopped back down on the couch in a huff. “I’ve never gone from such a high to such a low so quickly in all my life,” she complained.

Intrigued, Suzy asked what her roommate was talking about.

“Well. Last night I had the best sex ever in Atlanta and I hear I have you to thank for it,” Denae gushed.

“Yeah? Well, please tell me what I did.”

“Did you tell Bill to tie me up?”

Suzy seemed puzzled for a split second and then, as if a switch were turned on, remembered she had mentioned the idea to Bill the night Denae convinced Bill to have sex with her. Denae then thanked her profusely and told Suzy it was an amazing experience. She gave Suzy lots of detail about the encounter, including how Bill had used silk ties to restrain her and described how she had ejaculated for the first time.

“Ooo. That sounds hot,” Suzy remarked. “I’m glad I could help ya’ll out.”

“That was the high; but then on the ride home, came the low.”

“What happened?”

“Well, we had a lot of time in the car with nothing to do but talk. And I figured Bill and I have reached the point where we should exchange numbers. I mean, I really love him and thought we should get that out in the open. And you’re not gonna believe this -“

Suzy knew instinctively Denae was talking about the previous numbers of sexual partners each of them had. At this point, she interrupted her roommate.

“Stop. Don’t tell me; let me guess,” she said, scrunching up her face, deep in thought. “He’s a loner. He’s shy. He’s kinda awkward-“

“Suzy!” Denae complained.

“Sorry. But he kinda is. Anyway, let’s see. He’s got a low number. I’ll say around four. Maybe five. But I’ll go with four.”

Denae looked as if she was about to cry. “No. One!”

“One?” Suzy repeated, evidentially very surprised.

Now looking more as if she would cry, Denae continued, “Yes. One. Just one. And that was a dying girl in high school.”

“So, you mean Bill only slept with one girl before you? How is that possible, even for him, in this day and age?” Suzy wondered. “You know what this means?”

“Yeah. I do,” Denae replied, still saddened.

“You’re his number two and I’m his number three,” she said chuckling.

Denae shook her head. “Stop. This isn’t funny. I’m gonna lose him. And I really don’t want to.”

Suzy realized Denae was greatly troubled and hugged her friend. “I’m sorry. I know you’re upset. But I don’t know why. This doesn’t change anything between you two.”

Denae explained that while things between her and Bill were great right now, she feared in time, he would grow bored with her and seek sexual variety.

“Are you nuts?” Suzy exclaimed. “Do you really think B.C. would leave you just for some strange pussy? That’s insane. The guy’s crazy about you.”

The two went back-and-forth; Denae convincing herself that Bill would eventually break up with her, and Suzy assuring her Bill was devoted to her and would never end things. Each woman voiced new and more convincing arguments as the conversation continued. Suzy finally changed tactics.

“OK. Bill’s number is one. What did he say when you told him your number?”

Denae, still looking distraught, said, “He doesn’t know. He wouldn’t let me tell him. He said he didn’t want to know and it didn’t matter to him.”

“Ya see? He doesn’t care. He’s crazy about you.”

“Don’t you see? One day he’ll eventually feel like he’s missed out on sex and he’ll start looking for options. And he’ll take his great big dick all over the place.”

Suzy tried again to assuage Denae’s fears by reminding Denae of all she had observed about Bill and his devotion to her. It appeared to work and eventually Denae shrugged.

Sensing she had convinced her roommate that Bill would not esenyurt escort leave her, Suzy smiled. “Just for the sake of argument, if you had told Bill your number, would you have told him the truth?”

Denae sighed. “Yes. Sure. I would have told him six.”

Suzy laughed. “Wait. You said you’d tell him the truth.”

“Yeah. And?” Denae asked, rolling her eyes.

“Well, if you were gonna tell him the truth, shouldn’t you tell him the actual real number?”

“Six is,” Denae insisted. “Two boyfriends in high school. Two here. And that one drunken hook-up sophomore year and Paul over the sophomore after junior year.”

“Sure. OK,” she guffawed.

“Suzy, what?”

“So, Spring Break in Mexico didn’t count?”

Denae got wide-eyed as she suddenly remembered the trip to Cancun that she and Suzy and a couple of other friends took during Spring Break of their junior year. “Oh. Shit. You’re right. Ten,” she admitted quietly.

“Ten?” Suzy asked. “Your math sucks.”

“No. Four in Cancun. There was that guy I met in the bar the first day; the guy who hit on me at the pool the next day; the guy from Georgia, and that guy with the abs.”

“Uh huh. And what about the guy you snaked away from Debbie at karaoke? The one with the blue eyes and dimpled chin?”

“Oh. Forgot that one,” she admitted with a guilty grin. “I shouldn’t have done that to Debbie.”

“Yeah. You went fuckin’ crazy in Mexico…literally. So, you’re at eleven total before Bill.”

Denae deflated. “Oh shit. What would he think of me if he knew?”

“Oh, stop it. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him. Or will happen to him. B.C. would tell you that himself. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

Denae told Suzy she would definitely need to find ways to keep Bill entertained and satisfied in order to keep him from growing tired of her. She reiterated her appreciation for the bondage sex the previous night and then asked why Suzy would have made such a suggestion to Bill in the first place. Suzy, pointed to her laptop and said she wanted to show her something. Denae sat in silence as Suzy’s fingers moved the mouse and ran over the keyboard. The bikini website disappeared and another site appeared on the screen.

“You should spend some time on this website, Literotica.com,” Suzy said as she sat back.

“What’s that?” Denae asked.

“It’s a great website with all kinds of erotic stories people contribute. I was reading stories there for a long time before I decided to put up some of my own.”

Denae leaned in for a closer look. “You read and write erotic stories?”

“Sure do. It’s good fun.”

Suzy suggested Denae go to the website once in a while and peruse the categories and read some of the works found there, suggesting that she might come away with some ideas to help ‘keep the spark alive’ between her and Bill. And she asked if Denae and Bill had done anything beside the bondage experiment in Atlanta, adding that she had made an additional suggestion to Bill.

“No. Tying me up with his ties was it. But, it was way hot,” she stated, fanning herself as if she were overheating. “What else did you tell him? And why didn’t you tell me anything about any of this?”

Suzy explained she suggested that Bill spice things up with Denae and guessed tying her up would be a good way to do it. And she surmised by Denae’s reaction that it was. Suzy also told Denae she had, in fact, offered Bill one other suggestion, but until he tried it out, she would not divulge the secret.

“What made you think of the tying-up thing?” Denae wanted to know.

“Secretly, I’ve always wanted someone to do things to me. That’s why I started writing about them,” she answered, nodding toward the laptop with the website still on the screen.

“So I could get sex ideas for Bill and me here?”

“Sure. Even if you don’t get ideas for you and B.C. here, some of this stuff is fun to read,” Suzy assured her.

Denae indicated she would give the idea some consideration. She also mentioned she had another idea; one she had thought of in the car after she had forced Bill to divulge his number. She told Suzy she might get started on that idea that very afternoon.

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Later that afternoon, Denae went over to Bill’s apartment as pre-arranged. She let herself in with her own key and found Bill on the couch watching an old TV rerun. His face lit up when he saw her come through the door. She was carrying an oversized purse, a bag from an office supply store. She was wearing sneakers and what Bill regarded as an ugly, short, brown dress that tied in the front and looked as if it was knitted or crocheted. It occurred to Bill that even with Denae wearing an ugly dress, she was incredibly beautiful and sexy.

Denae placed her bags on the coffee table as she joined him on the couch. She noticed his laptop was open on the same table and assumed he had paid bills with it, so she was careful not to drop her belongings on it. She sat down close to him and kissed him.

He eskişehir escort asked Denae what she had in the shopping bag and she informed him she would show him in due time. She then tugged at the hem of her garment and asked him what the thought of it.

Not wanting to hurt her feelings by admitting it was ugly, he merely said, “I haven’t seen you wear that before.”

“Do you know what it is?” she teased.

“A summer dress?”

Denae laughed. “Dress? No, silly. It’s a cover-up.”

“A cover-up?” Bill repeated.

“Yes. It’s a cover-up. And it’s a good thing I have it on or else I would be sitting here in just my skimpy, little bikini.”

“Skimpy bikini?”

“Yes. It’s just a teeny weeny, tiny, little thing.”

Bill melted a little as his imagination began working to create mental images of what her bikini might look like on her. “But you know that cover-up doesn’t compliment your eyes.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Should I take it off?”

“I think you should. Your eyes are too pretty to detract from them by wearing that.”

Smiling and realizing she had teased Bill enough, Denae relented and pulled her cover-up up and off, laying it behind her on the arm of the couch. Bill caught his breath as she did so and let his eyes roam all over her scantily clad body.

Denae was wearing an extremely tiny, beige string bikini. Her triangle top barely covered her areolas. Because she was seated next to him, Bill could only see the front of the bottom. It was just a small piece of material that scrunched at the top where the string went through.

“There. Do my eyes look better now?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Bill said, “Oh yes. Much better.”

“But you’re not even looking at my eyes,” she said, laughing.

He stared for a few seconds more before shaking his head and admitting, “There sure isn’t a lot of fabric there. Did you have to shave to wear that?”

“No,” she said as she pulled the bottom down just a bit to the point where the top of her neatly groomed pubic patch started. “Usually in the summer I wear ones that require shaving, so my landing strip goes away for the season. But this one is high enough that I didn’t need to shave it off.”

“Man. There’s still not much to it,” he observed, still carefully studying her.

She stood up and turned around. “Well compared to the back, there’s a lot of fabric. See?”

Bill looked her up and down. Her smooth, olive skin was completely unobscured except for a thin string tied across her back. Another around her neck was hidden by her hair, which cascaded down her back. A string ran between her buttocks that connected to a string running around her body above her hips. He spent a moment taking in all her curves, from her shoulders down to her ankles, and the dimples at the top of her rear end.

“Yeah. There’s even less back there,” he sighed.

She turned back around to face him and grasped the strings where they tied at her left hip. As she began to pull, she smiled and said, “The trouble with this bikini bottom is that it can come untied so easily,”

She pulled more and let the bottom fall to the floor. Bill’s eyes got big. She leaned down to the coffee table and picked up the TV remote. As she turned the TV off, she looked at Bill with a devilish grin and asked, “Instead of watching Leave It To Beaver, why don’t you lick my beaver?”

She returned to the couch and threw one leg up onto the top of the couch back and put the other on Bill’s lap, spreading herself before him, and leaned back. He gladly leaned in and used his tongue on her for several minutes until she orgasmed with a loud moan and no small amount of trembling. She pulled his face toward hers, kissing him, using her tongue on the tongue that had just given her so much pleasure.

After kissing, Denae held Bill close to her. He rested his head on her left breast. With his up close view of her right breast, he could see her erect nipple poking at the fabric of her bikini top. He gently pushed it aside, exposing her nipple, and lightly traced circles around it with the tip of his index finger. She ran her fingers through his hair.

“I love it when you lick me down there,” she said dreamily.

“I like it too.” He stopped circling her nipple and put his palm over her breast instead. “After doing that, you usually French kiss me. Does having my tongue in your mouth after having it there bother you?”

She laughed lightly. “No. I’ve tasted myself before. I don’t mind it.”

“I love the way you taste,” he commented as he resumed circling her nipple with his finger.

After they both relaxed a few moments, Denae wanted to sit up, so Bill lifted himself off her.

“I have another bikini with me, if you’d like to see it.” she said coyly.

While he was enjoying her clad only in her bikini top and sneakers, he told her he would very much like to see her in the other bikini. She smiled, reached into her large purse, and pulled out a clump of lime green material. Denae stood up, kicked off her sneakers and removed the top she was wearing. She stepped past Bill in the narrow space between the couch and the coffee table and he could almost smell the aroma of her vagina.

As she squeezed past him, she said, “I’m headed to the bathroom to put this on. I’ll call you in a minute.”

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Kendra looked out the window at the quiet street. It was definitely dark enough for a secret meeting. She walked back over to the computer and waited for the message to appear. Surely it wouldn’t be too much longer? She checked her watch – 9:28 p.m., only one minute since she checked it last. Then she heard it, the little tone that signaled an incoming message in her instant messenger. “Start walking,” it read. A delicious little shiver ran up her spine as she read it.

Kendra grabbed her jacket to keep the chill off for the one block walk to meet Linn. She flipped her long brown hair out over the collar and shoved her keys into the pocket of her jeans. She had slipped her shoes on earlier and felt confident that the extra height they added wouldn’t be a problem since he was much taller than her 5’8″. In fact, he was much more than she had dreamed of in a lot of ways. He had sandy blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, a firm butt, and lips that were to die for! She continued to be amazed that he had chosen her after all the turmoil their initial meeting caused.

Kendra only placed the internet personals ad on a dare. Linn answered the ad the very first day. They emailed each other, shared some personal information, met in a public place to have coffee, in short, did everything the way the experts say to do when meeting for the first time. That is, they did everything but exchange last names. They continued to see each other and exchange emails and their relationship progressed to the point that they both admitted they wanted each other and arranged to meet at Kendra’s house. Kendra’s daughter-in-law was there when Linn showed up. Completely oblivious to the ramifications of her announcement, she pointed out that Linn’s daughter dated Kendra’s son in high school and then again after his graduation. This might not have been such a problem if everything had ended amicably but their relationship had been a rocky one both times. The kids were no longer even friends so they wouldn’t be happy to hear of a friendship developing between their parents, let alone something more.

Kendra and Linn talked it over and decided that what their children didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. They were having more fun than either had had in a long time. Finally Kendra proposed sneaking out of the house like a teenager to meet him. “Start walking” was his signal that he was on his way to their prearranged meeting place to pick her up.

Kendra’s long legs ate up the distance between them as anticipation quickened her steps. She watched the lights on the back of his pickup as he turned it around for a quick getaway! She grinned as she realized he was watching her walk toward him. Linn smiled in answer when she opened the door. She slid in quickly and they drove away without ever looking back. It was the most daring thing Kendra had done in years!

They talked about everything but what they planned to do on the ride to his house. He escorted her inside with a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching them. Kendra took her jacket off and laid it on the couch. Any thoughts she had about them coming together gently this first time were gone when she turned around. He was right behind her! They had been talking about this meeting for over a week and their desire for each other had built up to the breaking point. His hand slid down her arm to take her hand. She looked up at him as he pulled her into his arms. His mouth rubbed against hers and their lips opened to taste each other. His tongue slid across her lips and thrust against hers as their desire for each other exploded.

One of her hands slid up the back of his neck to pull his head closer as his hands slid down her back to pull her more fully against him. Adjustments were eşme escort made and then her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest as their mouths became even hotter. Kendra felt an ache developing in her lower stomach as she pressed against him. All she could think about was how much she wanted him. He pulled her into the bedroom to stand next to the bed.

One of Linn’s hands moved up to cup her breast. She pressed it fully into his hand and couldn’t hold in the moan when his fingers began playing with the hardening tip. He immediately stepped back and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra unhooked in the front so when the shirt was off, he undid that as well. When it fell open, he pushed it off her shoulders. Her hands were running up and down his arms as he cupped each of her breasts in his hands. It was getting harder for her to keep silent. It had been a long time for her and his hands felt so good. Linn loved the sound of her moans as he played with the hard nipples displayed before him. Dipping his head, he lifted one to his lips and sucked it inside his warm mouth. Kendra’s head tipped back as he used his teeth to pinch her nipple. The sensation went straight to her clit and it grew hard as her pussy got wetter.

Linn moved to the other nipple and treated it to the same firm pressure. Her legs felt weak as her body longed to feel him hot and naked against her. His lips trailed back up her neck to open over hers. Their kisses were hot and she couldn’t hold back the tiny sound she made as his hands rubbed over the nipples he had so recently sucked. They broke apart so her busy hands could pull his t-shirt off over his head. She ran her hands down over his chest through the hair covering his flat, manly nipples. She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on his neck and traced a path down his chest to lightly lick one of the hard, brown buttons. She couldn’t resist scraping it with her teeth and she felt more than heard his appreciative groan when she sucked the nipple into her mouth. God this man felt good to her! She heard him whisper “suck it” as her lips moved across to the other one. She was only too happy to do as he asked.

She kissed her way back up to his lips as he reached out and undid her jeans. She could feel the hardness of him rubbing against her before his hand pressed flat against her lower belly as it slid inside. She held her breath waiting as his hand reached lower and finally it was there! His fingers spread her pussy lips apart and two of them slid between the folds to rub and thrust against her heat. It had been so long since anyone touched her that Kendra felt like she could cum just from the pressure of his fingers. He continued to work them against her as she thrust her hips into his hand. She was helpless to do anything else as her eyes closed to hide the lust she knew showed in her face.

Her head dropped to his shoulder and she kissed his neck. She held onto his arms to steady herself and felt him withdrawing his fingers as hers went to the waistband of his jeans. She ached to feel him naked against her.

Linn’s cock was so hard he had to get his jeans off. He quickly unfastened them and dropped them to the floor. Finally her hands could touch him the way she wanted to. She ran one hand down over his back and butt and around to encircle the hardness thrusting out from his groin. She was amazed at how thick he was. His cock curved upward and seemed made for her hand. She wrapped her fingers around him and smiled when the tips of her fingers barely reached the tip of her thumb. What a wonderful handful! She stroked him several times as she thought about how good he felt in her hand. She couldn’t wait to get him inside her but Linn had other ideas.

She still had her espiye escort shoes on so he had her sit down on the bed and untie them. She did and then stood to take off her jeans and panties. She looked up at him as she sank back down onto the bed. She reached out to kiss his stomach and pull him closer. Her hand reached up for his cock but Linn pushed her back so she was lying on the bed. He Linnt down and spread her legs then dropped to his knees in between them. Kendra knew what he intended and she was helpless to resist. Her pussy was wet and her clit was hard as a rock. She spread her legs so he could touch her. Linn looked at the trimmed snatch between her thighs and gave an appreciative smile. “Nice,” he murmured as he reached out to touch her.

He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips apart and wasted no time in putting his lips right on the hard little button he revealed. Kendra’s hips bucked against his face and he was satisfied that this was what she wanted. His lips sucked on her clit as he slid two fingers inside the dripping hole below. He worked them around and began moving them against the walls of her slit. Kendra was in heaven. She could feel her orgasm building up as his tongue pressed against her clit.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

He flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue moving faster and faster as he felt the tension in her increase. She was so close he could feel a tremor in her thighs. He kept spreading her pussy hole open with his fingers as he worked them in and out and around. Kendra knew it was too quick but she’d thought of nothing but him and this all day. As he captured her clit between his lips and began to thrash it with the tip of his tongue, she knew it was too late to stop herself from cumming. Her hips moved against him as the action of his tongue, lips, and fingers pushed her over the edge. Linn smiled as he felt her cum against his face. He gave her a few more long slow licks before he stood up.

She reached up to him as he climbed onto the bed beside her. He Linnt down and kissed her and she could taste herself on his tongue. She had never tasted herself before but discovered it wasn’t bad. In fact, it was kind of erotic just thinking about it. He stretched out beside her and she began moving her lips down his body. She kissed his neck and his chest and sucked on his nipple again. His hands touched her as she moved lower and she could tell he longed to have her touch his cock. She drew the feeling out even more by taking her time moving her lips down his stomach and kissing his hip.

Then she couldn’t stand teasing him or herself anymore. She had to taste him. She had to feel him against her tongue. She cupped his balls and felt the weight of them as she bypassed his throbbing cock to kiss them instead. She sucked one into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the hairy surface. It felt good inside her mouth. She gently released it to lick and taste the other one. She used her nose to rub against the underside of his thick, meaty cock as she made love to his balls. Finally she decided he had waited long enough.

She heard his intake of breath as she finally reached out and touched his cock. It jumped in her hand making her pussy contract with need. She kissed the tip and then licked the head with the flat of her tongue. She tasted the warmth of his pre-cum and instantly wanted more. She began stroking him with her hand as she opened her mouth on the swollen head. She felt his hands against her hair and knew the effort it cost him not to grab her head and force the whole thing inside the hot, dark recesses of her mouth. She wanted him to react just like this. She wanted him to want her as badly as she wanted him. She had thought etiler escort of nothing but touching and tasting and smelling him. Her pussy had been in a constant state of arousal since they made the plans to meet earlier in the day.

She licked all around the head, feeling its heat against her tongue. Her lips closed over it and she gently sucked. She heard him moan and then his hands captured her head. He didn’t try to force her down he just needed something to hang onto while she sucked on his big, thick cock. Her tongue licked past her lips to wet his cock as she pulled more of it into her mouth. It felt wonderful and she moaned as more pre-cum leaked out onto her tongue. She heard him moan again as his hips began to thrust up toward her. She used one hand to cup and fondle his balls and the other to stroke the base of his cock.

Linn felt her hands touching him and he knew if she kept on, he’d cum in her mouth. As good as that might feel, he knew he wanted to be inside her tonight. He simply had to feel her pussy around his cock. He pushed her back and heard a small pop when he pulled himself free. Kendra looked up at him as he tugged on her arm.

“Come here,” he whispered. She lifted herself up and kissed him. He pushed her onto the bed and rolled so he had her pinned. Then he reached down and grabbed her legs as he rose up above her. She knew what he wanted and it was exactly what she wanted too. He lifted her feet up onto his shoulders and she felt his hard cock pressed against the folds of her pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he said as he used one hand to position himself. The head of his big, beautiful cock was pressed against her clit. He rubbed it up and down the length of her pussy before finally placing the head against her wet hole. He held onto her legs as he sunk the entire length of his achingly rigid tool deep inside her. Kendra trembled as she felt him stretching her on his way in. When he was finally inside he stopped and held himself still. He couldn’t believe how tight she was. Her pussy muscles were holding him as tight as anything he’d felt in a long time.

“That feels so good,” she moaned. Then he began to move. Slowly at first then he used her legs for leverage and began thrusting harder and harder into her. Each stroke was deep and long and the curve she had felt with her hand put him right against her G spot. She had never felt a man fill her the way he did. Delicious little shivers were running up her spine as he continued to pump in and out. She wanted to hold him but he was too far away. Her hands didn’t know what to do and then she lost track of them as his strokes became shorter and more pronounced. It was too much for her. She had never cum this quickly in her life! But there it was – another climax sweeping over her and she felt her muscles contracting around him. It was glorious! She strained up against him and felt him tremble as he thrust into her one more time.

“I’m cumming,” he groaned. He pulled his hips back and slammed into her again and she felt the jerking of his cock inside her. She could feel the liquid warmth of his seed spreading through her pussy as his cock continued to dance inside her with each thrust of his pelvis. His hands held her legs and he pulled back again before sliding in with another small groan. She could feel her pussy holding him tight as he hung his head above her, trying to regain control over his breathing. He released her legs and allowed them to slide down on either side of his hips. He made a move to pull back but she didn’t want him to leave her just yet. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him forward so he was off balance. He braced his hands on either side of her but Kendra wanted him closer. She pulled him down so he was pressed against her and the two rolled over so they could lie facing each other. They lay there for long moments waiting for their hearts to stop racing and their breathing to slow. For both of them, the wait and the sneaking around was well worth it!

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I sighed and made my way down the crowded aisle to my seat. It was going to be a quick flight into New York from Chicago, and I was looking forward to getting home.

I plopped down in my seat on the aisle, ignoring the stranger seated against the window. I opened my carry on and pulled out my manuscript. I could at least get some editing done on my third novel.

I heard a throat clear beside me and startled, I turned.

My eyes widened. How had I not noticed the handsome man seated beside me? He had a body built for sin with dark brown hair and brown eyes. The top three buttons of his shirt were open, exposing skin I instantly wanted to run my tongue across.

I blushed furiously. “Oh! I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t accidentally smack you with my bag…” I trailed off at his smoldering look and swallowed thickly.

Fuck, he was hot.

A teasing smile slowly crept up his lips and I instinctively crossed my legs, feeling my pussy clench with desire.

“Writer?” He asked. It was more of a purr. Suddenly, I felt like I was being cornered by a mountain lion, but all I wanted to do was submit to my most primal instincts.

“What?” I asked, feeling stupid.

He inclined his head towards the thick manuscript in my hand.

“Oh! This? Yes. I write.” My blush had spread all over my chest, my v-neck betraying the reddened skin.

The man looked even more amused at my awkward exchange. He let out a small laugh that only turned me on more.

“Perhaps you’re better on the page?”He smirked.

“I…” I stammered, but an announcement came over the speaker informing us we’d be taking off momentarily.

After a moment, the plane took off down the runway and began to make its ascent.

I gripped the armrest. I hated takeoff.

The man met my eyes, but instead of the smirk, his look was reassuring.

Once we were in the air, I was able to relax. But while my fears of flying were assuaged, my nervous energy returned to the sinfully sexy stranger.

To my shock, and sudden pleasure, I felt his hand brush against my exposed knee. Instinctively, I crossed my legs, my leather mini skirt slowly crept up my thighs.

My lips parted and I turned to him, trying to give him a dirty look.

“Do you mind?” I tried to growl, but with one look in his eyes, so dark and seductive– the growl became more of a whimper.

“No, I don’t,” he purred, getting more brazen with his touch. His hand moved up my knee and caressed my thigh. I was finding it difficult to breathe, and it had nothing to do with the fact that we were cruising at 30,000 feet.

He leaned over and I flushed bright red as his hot breath tickled my ear.

“Are you still scared?” He asked, his voice gentle. I had a feeling he wasn’t erzincan escort referring to my fear of flying.

I closed my eyes and let out a shaking breath. “Terrified,” I whispered.

With a strong hand, he parted my legs and I let out a small gasp at feeling his fingertips brush against my wet core. Every part of me knew it was wrong, but…was I spreading my legs wider? I knew he could feel that I was quickly soaking my little lace panties with every stroke of his finger, and he gave me a smug, triumphant look.

“Has it been a while?” He asked, his voice still at an even pitch, his eyes glancing at the ring on my finger.

I frowned deeply. That stupid piece of tin meant nothing to me anymore. In fact, since the divorce, I had only kept it on my finger to keep men away.

But now? I was kicking myself. I should have taken the ugly thing off and thrown it to the wind.

In reality, I was tired of lonely nights alone in various hotel rooms, my hand and a few select toys my only comfort. I craved something thicker, longer, and an intensity that might just provide me with that ever elusive orgasm.

Deeply, I begged to be seen, to be wanted… and this unbelievably handsome stranger could be the answer to my silent aching prayer. I turned to him, and all I could manage was a little nod.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he breathed against my ear, “if you were mine, you’d never want for another cock. I can assure you that.”

Cocky bastard, I thought, but I felt myself leaning towards him, my arousal spreading. I was soon going to have a wet mess on my seat.

I knew he could see the desire in my eyes. His teeth gently sunk down on my earlobe. My eyes closed and my mouth opened in a silent moan. He took my hand and guided it to his crotch, moving it over his stiffening erection, and I audibly gasped.

He wasn’t just talk: the cock that strained against the fabric of his trousers, was…impressive.

Something I’d perhaps never felt before–a man hard and ready for me.

It thrilled me. I turned to him, almost panting.

“Would you… could we…?” I stammered. He was making me forget my own name.

“Tell me what you want. Spit it out,” he said, fingers aside my panties and stroking against my now very wet slit.

I swallowed. He wanted me to say it? Fuck! I leaned closer to him, my face now dangerously close to his.

“I want… I want you…inside me…your…cock…please…” I trailed off, almost embarrassed at my squirming desire. This wasn’t me–but desire and need had taken over any thoughts of morals or ethics. I wanted fucked and I wanted fucked now.

“Good girl…” his smile curled up his lips, “now here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going erzurum escort to wait for me in the bathroom and keep the door locked. I’ll knock twice, and you’re going to let me in. And then, I’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of you. Is that understood?”

My eyes widened, but I nodded. “Yes, sir,” I whimpered. Sir? What was wrong with me? This man was easily making me submit, and I was loving every minute of it.

A devilish grin spread wide across his mouth. “Sir? I rather like the sound of that. Now, go.”

I stood up quickly, but then I knew I needed to play it cool. Didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. I took a deep breath and slowly walked to the back of the plane. When I reached the bathroom, I did as he instructed. My heart hammered in my chest as I glanced at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flaming red, my pupils were blown with desire, my lips were red…how had I not realized I had been biting them? Moments passed, then two knocks sounded. I quickly opened the door and he slid inside with the ease of a panther.

The door clicked shut behind us and he applied the lock. In a split second, he’d gripped his hands around my waist, lifted me up and plunked me down on the tiny sink. He pushed my skirt up around my waist, yanked down my soaked panties and held them in front of me with a teasing smirk. “You going to keep quiet for Sir?”

My eyes widened. Jeez. You call a guy Sir once and he runs with it.

But his brown eyes were so seductive, so playful, that I spread my legs wide. This man was driving me wild. Unconsciously, I reached down and found my swollen clit. I nodded, smirking back at him as I began to rub and tease the throbbing bundle of nerves.

“I’ll be quiet, Sir…promise you.”

The cock in his pants twitched. A deep growling moan escaped his lips. Suddenly, he roughly pushed me back against the wall, his lips meeting mine in a hungry, animalistic kiss.

I kissed him back with a fury, my arms wrapped around his neck, letting my fingers dig into his body.

He was truly beautiful, and I wanted to unwrap him like an excited child on Christmas morning.

His lips were the sweetest I’d ever tasted, his tongue fluttered and danced against my own, I was drowning in him, and we were only kissing.

I heard his pants unzip and I soon felt the tip and heat of his bulbous cock head against my folds. He never stopped kissing me, but he began to rub his cock back and forth across my clit. I wanted to look at him, I wanted to wrap my hand around that thick length, but he had other plans.

He knew I was dripping for him. With one thrust that made me see stars, he entered me, my willing pussy taking in his every inch.

“Fuck…”I hissed, my esat escort body ready, but never had I felt such a full, long, thick cock before. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry out in absolute pleasure, but I didn’t want us to get caught.

I needed this man’s cock inside me, and I wasn’t going to ruin this incredible moment. I bit back my moans as he began to piston up inside of me, hitting that spot I’d only ever managed to reach with a toy. Over and over, he stimulated the inside of my quivering pussy, then shocked me as I felt his fingers rub my clit as he fucked me. He was balls deep inside and with every thrust, they smacked against my perineum and ass, causing the sensations in my whole body to start to reach a fever pitch. Was I… was I actually going to cum? Was this the meaning of absolute pleasure?

I could feel my pussy begin to clench his cock, his fingers at my clit increased their speed… his soft grunts were a sweet music to my ears and…I met his eyes.

He could tell I was almost there… and the bastard slowed his pace!

“Wha…” I groaned, but he suddenly gripped a hand around my throat.

“Say it…” he demanded, his eyes dark with desire, “say you want Sir’s cum inside you, inside that married pussy… and I’ll make you cum so hard…”

My mouth fell open and if I was capable of getting redder, I did. This was not the time to tell him I was divorced.

I swallowed hard, but… I wanted this. I needed this. I fucking deserved this!

I dug my hand into the back of his hair and pulled him against me so that our lips almost touched again.

“Please Sir…” I moaned, “I want your cum inside my married pussy… please…” I gave him pleading eyes. His breath hitched and he grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“Fuck, baby… you know just what to say to me… now hold on tight…” His thrusts grew faster, harder, wilder, and suddenly, I felt it. A spasm that started from my clit and traveled down my opening to the deepest wall of my swollen cunt.

I gasped with realization, and he smiled… “Cum baby… cum for Sir…”

The spasms hit harder, and sensing I wanted to scream, he covered my mouth with his own, our kisses wild and frenzied. With a deep grunt, I felt him spurt up inside of me, his juices thick and creamy.

I could barely breathe, but I continued to kiss him, almost fearing my heart would give out with how fast it was beating.

How much my body had needed this!

Finally, the spasms slowed to a halt, and he slid out of me, our mixed release spilling out onto the floor of the airplane bathroom.

He looked up at me, with a satisfied smirk, but I could see the deep desire behind the playful facade.

My own smile curled up my lips as I reached down, touched our mixture of cum, and then sucked off my finger. His cock twitched again, and he stood at attention once more.

Maybe I’d tell him I was available.

I wasn’t done with him.

The plane was landing soon, but there was no way this ride was over.

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After Midnight Surprise – Part 2

“Honey… are you ok?” I asked, grabbing her upper arm with one hand to help keep her on her feet. I looked around. “How did you get here? Where’s your car?”

“It’s… it’s out there… in a ditch,” she said, aimlessly waving one of her hands nearly causing her to fall again.

I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from falling and brought her in the door. “Oh my gosh. You’re soaked to the bone!” I could smell the alcohol on her breath. “Have you been drinking?”

“You’re so big and strong, Mr. Becket,” she whispered, looking up and smiling at me. “Are you big somewhere… else?”

“Heyyyy!” I said. “You can’t say that kind of thing!” Even completely drunk she was the biggest flirst I’d ever known. “I can’t believe you’ve been drinking. You’re not old enough to be drinking!”

“I’m old enough… for all sorts of things… daddy,” she giggled, all her weight falling on me.

“No, you’re not. You clearly can’t handle it. You’re drunk.”

She giggled. “I need to sleep it off with someone.”

“You can’t talk like that,” I admonished her. “I’m glad you’re at least not out on the road any more.” I pulled her further into the room and kicked the door to close it. “You’ll just have to sleep it off.”

“Yeah… that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” she giggled.

I didn’t know how stable she was and I was hoping that I wouldn’t have her near-naked body against me. “Um… can you walk on your own or do I have to carry you?” I started to release her, but she immediately almost fell. “Ok, ok… come here.” I wrapped my arms around her and helped her to stand once again. She pressed into me, almost giving me her full body weight, but was bent over a bit too much. “Gosh… can you… can you stand up a little bit more? Ok… put your arm here. Honey, please make this easier for me. Can you just stand up straighter please.” Suddenly I felt her hand palming my cock through my thin shorts. “Can you grab on to me somewhere else?” My arms were busy holding her, so I couldn’t really stop her from touching me like that. I could feel her stroke me a little, just getting the feel for my erection. “Honey… Not there… Not there… no.”

“Why not daddy,” she asked, giggling. “It feels so good.”

“Because that’s not appropriate and it’s not helping you stand up straight, ok? Take your hand off there.” Finally, she relented and stopped touching me. “Um… just put your arm over my shoulder, ok?”

We started towards the stairwell, to walk up to the spare bedroom. “Oh… the things I do.”

“You’re such a… goody guy, daddy,” she said, bending in and haphazardly kissing my shoulder.

“I know… I just had things I was going to do this weekend.”

“Wha things?” she asked, her head slightly flopping to one side. She was having trouble even holding her head up now.

“Things… Just grown-up things,” I said, not wanting to go into the details of my plans. I had hoped to try my hand at getting on a dating app, maybe having a date. Or… maybe going out to a bar and just get out into the world again. “I was… I was actually doing one of things when you interrupted me.”

“I’m sorry I ruined your day,” she mumbled, making a sad face.

“No, you didn’t ruin my day… it’s just…”

“Were you masturbating, daddy?” she asked, giggling as she slid a finger along my shaft once again. Fuck, that sent pleasure all over my body!

“No! I was not… masturbating. What would make you think that? Geez, you… you don’t know what you’re saying. You just… come on… help me get you upstairs and we’ll put you to bed.”

“Can I tell you some’ing daddy?” she asked, slurring a little. “You’ve got a big dick,” she said so matter-of-factly, lifting her face up to look at me with a drunken smile on her face as she stiffly punctuated each word.

“Oh my gosh… what?” I said, completely shocked. “Honey, you can’t say that about me. Alright?”

“But it’s a com-pli-ment. A big… hard… com-pli-ment, daddy,” she said, still sliding her finger along my hardness, making it pulse. God my cock was so hard!

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a compliment or not. You shouldn’t say that about my…” I paused, unsure I could even use the words I was wanting to use. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was… flopping… more that I should be. I looked down, trying not to let us both topple over, and saw that my cock had fallen out the hole in the front of my pajama shorts. “What? Oh my gosh… oh… you should’ve told me earlier. You weren’t supposed to see that. Sorry, honey. It… it just popped out. Jeez, these pants are just so loose.”

She just giggled as I tried to both hold her and push my cock back into my shorts at the same time.

“Ok… we have to go down the hall and we can put you in the bed,” I said, adjusting my hold on her once I got my cock settled. But you probably shouldn’t look… you know… down… ’cause it’ll probably pop out again. Ok?”

“Mmm… I hope so,” she giggled. “Dicky, dicky… come out and play,” she said with ergene escort a sing-song voice, her fingers at the hole in my shorts, trying to open it enough for my cock to fall out.

“Wha…? Honey! God, if you weren’t drunk,” I said. “You can’t say those things ok?”

“Why daddy?”

“It’s… it’s just inappropriate,” I explained to her, “to want to see my cock. Ok? Let’s just… let’s keep going.” We continued up the stairs until we got to the landing at the top and it felt like her footing missed the last step, making her fall. It was a bit difficult to hold her up, to keep her from falling, but I managed without falling, myself.

“Honey, are you ok?” I said, concerned she twisted her ankle or something. “You need to stop for a second?”

“Yesssh… I’m good… good, good,” she slurred, giggling.

“Ok… scared me for a moment.” All of the sudden I felt her thighs wrap around mine as she turned towards me. Her hips started moving, grinding her pussy against my thigh.

“Soooo… soooo… gooooood,” she whispered, grunting as she pushed against me.

“Honey… what are you?… stop rubbing against me, ok? I’ve got an erection. It’s only going to make things worse,” I said, struggling to hold her up and stop her from grinding against me. “You’ve had so much to drink. Just… we just need to get you to the bedroom.”

“I… I’m so… hot… for you,” she moaned as she pushed her pussy against my thigh. “God, I want to fuck you, daddy.”

“What? No! You can’t be attracted to me.”

We started moving again and she groaned at the loss of contact with her pussy.

I felt her hand slide down my abdomen again. “I wanchur cock, daddy… I wanna feel it…”

“No, you can’t touch my cock. What did we just talk about?” I said, exasperated. She was impossible to deal with. She had a one track mind. I had to stop to fight her hand off, to keep her from touching me. She treated it like a game, giggling as each attempt was blocked. I knew I couldn’t keep this up for very long, though. “If… if I let you touch my cock, would you… help me get you to the bedroom? You probably won’t remember this anyways.”

“Yesh, daddy,” she slurred. “I’ll let you do whachu want if I can touch it. I wanna, wanna, wanna toucha big cock.”

“Ok… go ahead.” I looked ahead and at the ceiling, trying my best not to look at her or not to show any pleasure or enjoyment. In fact, I tried to look annoyed so that we could stop this and move on.

Her hand slid down the front of my shorts and slid over my erection. She wrapped her fingers around it as much as she could and stroked it. Then, finding the hole, she slid her hand in and wrapped around the bare flesh.

While I tried not to change my expression, her hand felt so incredibly good on my cock. And, damn, how I wanted and needed to have my cock get attention like this. But… she was young, she could be my daughter… she was my son’s ex… and she was drunk as shit.

“Ok? Are you happy?” I said after a minute. “Can we go? Sweetie? Honey… I… I don’t think this is right.”

“You want me, daddy. You liiiiiiike it,” she said, looking up at me again, stroking my very hard cock, her eyes having a little trouble focusing.

“Wha? No… no, I don’t like it,” I protested, lying through my teeth.

“But daddy’s dick likeshit very muuuuuuch,” she said, almost moaning.

“Honey I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. It’s…. it’s just been a long time…”

“And I like daddy’s dick big… and hard…” she continued. “You know… I went out to get fucked… absofuckinglutely fucked raw… but I just couldn’t do it. Nope… couldn’t. Aaron hurt me. I’ve never been… rejected… before, daddy. Guys want me… don’t they?” She was definitely a flirt through and through. And being drunk really intensified it.

“Honey, stop. Stop!” I said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand off me. “You promised that you’d help me get you to bed. Let’s go… come on. Ok? Now, lean into me.” She adjusted her position as I helped hold her again and we moved down the hall, finally entering the spare bedroom. There wasn’t much in here, an empty dressor, a night-stand, and a full-size bed. But it would do for her very short stay.

I moved her to the bed and helped her lay down in it.

“Daddy wants me in bed,” she whispered, giggling, putting far more meaning to it than I did.

“Oh my gosh, do you have any idea how much trouble you are?” I asked when I finally got her weight off of me and lay her down. “A lot. This is the last time I’m doing this. Are you thirsty?”

“Yes… thirsty…” she moaned, licking her lips.

“Ok… I’ll get you a glass of water. Just let me get you out of these wet clothes first,” I said, starting to unbutton her blouse. She just giggled, helping me in her drunken way. “Arms up… all the way,” I said, trying to pull it off her. “Oh jeez… alright, lean up, lean up.” I put the blouse aside, thinking I could either let it air-dry or put it in the dryer so she had ermenek escort something to wear home in the morning. When she lay back again, her breasts jiggled beautifully, her nipples hard. Damn she had some nice tits! They were far better than I’d even imagined. “Wow,” I whispered, slightly shaking my head.

“Ok, now for the skirt,” I turned her slightly on her side and unzipped it. “Alright… lift up… come on.” I grabbed it and pulled at it, but she didn’t move to help.

“So tired,” she protested.

“You’re tired? Come on, we just have to get these off, ok? Oh, my gosh. I know you’re sleepy.” It was a small battle, but she finally helped, lifing her hips up at the right times so I could work it down and off her legs. She was now wearing only a very small, thin pair of transparent panties that told me she was definitely shaved.

I looked down at her. She had her eyes closed and was close to falling asleep. I looked over her incredible body, just laying there, so open and available to me… all but that one little patch that I was sooo interested in.

“We should also take off your underwear,” I said, grabbing the material at her hips and pulling a little. She groaned in protest, as if she was too tired to help any more. “Honey… I know you’re tired but I need to take off your underwear ok? Just lift up one last time. She was about done, so I moved down, pushed both her legs into the air, rounding her hips up and off the bed just enough that I could get her panties off. After I pulled them from her feet, I helped her put her legs down, and they fell slightly spread.

Her pussy was so bare… so perfect… swollen and wet as I looked down at it. My cock was still hanging out and I grabbed it and lightly stroked it a few times.

“Honey… are you awake? No? I had no idea how incredible you looked.” I licked my lips as my hand gently stroked my growing erection. “Fuck you’re hot! Are you wet for me?” I asked reaching forward towards her pussy. I could feel it’s heat as I got close to it, but paused before touching it. “I probably shouldn’t… touch it,” I said, not sure if I had the strength to resist doing just that.

“Are… are you awake?” I asked, looking to her face once again. But her head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed. I looked down between her legs once again. “You’re… you’re so wet. I should probably help you with that.” I touched her thigh near her pussy, feeling the smooth, soft skin there. I squeezed and stroked it watching for any reaction from her.

Nothing. She didn’t move. Bolder now, I slid my fingertips to the edge of her pussy and traced her labia. She had a very pretty pussy, with her outer lips looking just like an opening flower. I could smell her excitement and see her wetness. I slid my fingertip just slightly between her lips, getting the tip wet. She moaned softly.

“Does this feel ok? Honey? Honey?” I smiled and laughed a little. “I’m sure if you were awake that you would say that this feels good… that my finger feels really good on your pussy.” I slid my finger around her clit, feeling that little nub move and swell. She moaned in her sleep and I could tell she was enjoying the sensation.

“Now you need to know a secret,” I said as I slid my finger inside her wetness. Her pussy felt so warm and inviting. I slid it in and out a few times, then slid in a second. Her pussy seemed to clamp down on it, wanting more inside. “That I’ve seriously wanted to fuck you all this time. I just couldn’t admit it. You were my son’s girlfriend. I couldn’t betray him like that.”

I pulled my fingers free and swiped a few times over her clit once again, getting it wet and slick. Then I brought them to my lips and tasted her.

“Mmm… you do taste good.” I reached down and stroked my cock again. “You like my cock?” I asked her still form as I moved up the side of the bed towards her face. I turned her head towards me and moved her hair out of her eyes. “Does it make you wet? Yeah,” I said shaking my head as if she’d responded. “I’m big… and hard… for you.” I slid my shorts down and kicked them aside and began stroking myself. God it felt so good to stroke it. “You like this don’t you?”

I rested my cock on her cheek and slid it around her face, as I became more and more aroused. “You’ve been wanting it for so long. Are you still asleep?” I slid the tip along her lips, teasing entrance into her mouth. She seemed to kiss it and lick it a little, opening her mouth slightly to let her lips rub against it. “Oh God. Put it in your mouth. Come on,” I said as I used my fingers to pry her mouth open a little more and slide my cock inside. “That’s it… put it right there… right in your mouth. Mmmm.” I moaned softly as her lips closed on it and she started sucking a little as if on instinct. She was born to suck cock. Truly. “Suck on it. Oh yeah… Oh, you love that cock, don’t you? Fuck yes. God, I’m going to cum so hard inside you… so fucking hard.”

I started sliding in and out, fucking her mouth as my eryaman escort hand helped hold her head in place. I felt her mouth gripping my cock, sucking on it as I withdrew, and then opening to allow me entrance again. I could hear her moaning softly as if she really enjoyed sucking on my cock. She moved her body a little, but made no attempt to stop me.

I reached down and started squeezing her tits, feeling how big and soft they were, feeling her nipples stiffen as I pinched and pulled them. Then I slid my hand down her abdomen and teased her clit more, all the while sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

“You love me doing this, don’t you?” I asked softly. “You’d do anything to have me fuck you. You’re just so fucking sexy. And your pussy feels like it’s going to be so fucking tight.”

I pulled out of her mouth completely and she groaned in protest. Her mouth missed me, but I had another orifice I wanted to fill. I moved down to the end of the bed, kneeling, and moving between her spread legs. I crawled in closer, getting a good look at my goal… her open, wet pussy. I inched in, letting her legs bend and settle over my thighs as I held my cock in hand and started sliding it up and down her slit. My cock was shiny from her saliva and I knew I’d go in easily.

“Oh God… I know I shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, as the last vestiges of my guilt hit me. “But I can’t help myself. You’ve truly asked for it this time, sweetheart. I’d be crazy if I didn’t take you when I have the chance. I probably won’t get another chance now. And you’re the hottest fuck I’ve ever seen. I can’t tell you how hard it was to not fuck you before today.”

She was moaning softly as I slid up and down her pussy, threatening entrance at any second. “Oh, God this feels so good,” I whispered. “You’ve been such a bad girl, haven’t you. You’ve been a really bad girl, doing things you’re not supposed to. But you like being my bad girl, don’t you?”

I flicked my thumb over her clit, making her moan louder. She moved her head, but still didn’t awaken.

“Oh, if you only knew what I wanted to do to you,” I said looking down at her sexy body. She was definitely built for sex. “If only you could see this hard cock at your pussy right now. You’ve wanted it so much. You’ve practically begged me for it. And now, here you are. I should punish you for being such a bad girl, shouldn’t I? I should slide this big cock into your pussy and fuck the shit out of you… and make you cum over and over until you can’t walk. Yeah… you’re my bad little girl.”

I pushed forward a little further and the head popped into her pussy. It was so wet and warm, and it squeezed my cock perfectly and expanded just enough to give it entrance. It was going to feel really good to be inside her.

“Yeah… I’m going to punish you. Oh… fuck…” I moaned softly as I slid just an inch or two in and out of her hole. Just that would be enough to make me cum, but I wanted to be balls deep.

“Wha… are you…?” she mumbled, bringing one hand to her face. Her eyes opened slightly, but were unfocused.

“What honey? Are you awake?” I asked, continuing to move my hips forward and back, fucking her, moving deeper and deeper with each slow thrust.

“Are you…? What…? What are you doing?” she asked, barely able to form a sentence.

“Are you feeling ok?” I asked. I was a little worried about her. I didn’t want her to get sick or anything.

“Yeah… I think,” she said, sounding more clear. Her eyes were still having a hard time focusing, though. She tried to use her hand to clear her eyes.

“Is this making you feel good, honey? Do you like this?” I asked as I moved faster now, sliding my cock all the way in and out with every thrust.

“I feel good… but… I… um… I don’t know…”

“Just lie there… don’t worry about anything baby. I need my cock in your pussy right now.” God, it felt so good. I could feel her pussy clench on me, holding me in and pulling me in deeper. “Oh God, you’re so fucking wet… I want you to always be wet for me. I want you wet just thinking about my cock.”

“Ohhh… ohhh…. Are we fucking?” she asked, breathing harder, finally realizing what was happening.

“Shh… yes… it’s ok,” I said, trying to confort her. “Just let me do what I need to do. I’m going to make you feel really good. You want to feel good, right?”

“Oh God… you’re so big…. Is… is this real?”

“Yes, baby,” I smiled. “This is definitely real.”

“But… I want… I want… to be…”

“Shh,” I said, putting a finger in her mouth to suck on. “I’m fucking you… you don’t have to say a thing.”

“What? Why? What happened to me?” she asked, confused. “Why am I so… out of it?”

“Oh… because you’ve been a bad girl… you’ve been a very bad girl. Getting all drunk. I took care of you. Now you’re going to take care of me.”

“Take care of you?” she asked. “Oh fuck that’s… that’s so good… What can I do… for you?”

“You… you stay right there,” I said. “Just like that.” I grabbed underneath one knee and then the other, tucking her knees into her chin, letting my chest rest on her shins. Now I could really bear down on her. “Oh, your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock. I’m gonna cum inside you… deep inside your fucking pussy.”

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We lay together, side by side, my arm under her neck, trying to catch our breath. Roberta and I had just finished a marathon fuck session. We had been at it for over an hour now and I had just rolled off her while we collected ourselves. I could feel my cock continue to shrivel from its previous hardened state, the combined fluids from our mating cooling it as they evaporated.

I turned my head and looked over at Roberta. She lay there still breathing deeply. Her chest rising and falling with each breath, nipples still erect. Her legs lay open, knees slightly bent outwards, arms straight down her sides. I leaned over and turned her to face me, and we kissed. I began to run my hand down her body, spending a few seconds playing with her nipples before continuing downwards. When I crossed over her neatly trimmed bush, I curled my fingers down and ran them through the open folds of her sex. She was drenched with our combined secretions. I could feel them leaking out of her and spilling onto the sheets.

I rolled back over pulling her until she was lying on top of me. We continue to kiss and I started to rub her back, sliding my hands down to cup her ass in my hands. I squeezed her to me while I used my legs to open hers more. I used one hand to slide down and cup her sex. I slid my fingers into her, letting the fluids recoat my fingers and then slid them up over her perinium until I reached the crinkled opening of her forbidden passage. She stiffened in my embrace and moaned into my mouth as I circled her anus. I slid my hand down again and gathered more slick fluids and again circled her crinkled opening. After the third time I was sure it was enough and pressed my middle finger against the opening. It took a little pressure before her sphincter relaxed enough to allow entry. I pushed my middle finger in up to the second knuckle.

She lifted up and looked down at me. “What are you doing to me? Nobody has ever touched me there like that! It feels so strange, so dirty!

“You have such a sexy ass. I just wanted to play with it a bit. I’m surprised nobody has before.” I pulled her down and we kissed as I slowly stroked my finger in and out of her ass. She wiggled her hips and gave a slight moan. I started to think about the possibilities and what had gotten us to this point.

It all started over 15 years ago. Roberta was a single mom to a teenage daughter and they were renting a mobile home on our horse farm from my wife and I. We were friends before she was our tenant. I would go on to our property to tend to our horses or do some work on the farm. More often than not, she’d be out and we’d talk. I thought nothing of it. On one particular morning we were talking and she was outside in, I assume, her pajamas and a housecoat.

Now I am a typical guy. I noticed, that for a middle aged woman, she had a really nice looking body, but because we were friends, I never let my thoughts go further than that. We talked quite a lot over the months about many things. In conversations with my wife I’d sometimes tell her about my conversations with Roberta. One time when the three of us were talking she mentioned to Roberta and I that she had heard from another acquaintance that there was a rumor circulating in town that I was having an affair with Roberta! We just laughed it off, but Roberta and I would always joke about it afterwards and when we ran into each other or chat on social media, we would refer to each other as the other “husband” or “wife”. Even to the point that at her husband’s funeral a few years later (she had remarried and he died unexpectedly) while in the receiving line to give her my condolences, she said “Oh, here’s my other husband!”

Anyway, on the day she was in her housecoat, we were talking about an upcoming dinner date she was having and she asked me if I thought it was weird that she was going to serve this new guy a meatloaf dinner. (This was the guy she eventually married.) I jokingly replied “Jeez! I’m supposed to be your other husband and you never invited me for a meatloaf dinner!” We laughed a bit and I was a little surprised at her response. “Well, do you want to come inside?” I didn’t know what the meaning of that was at the time, but over the years I’ve speculated that it might have been an invitation to do the husband/wife thing, if you know what I mean.

Well, I couldn’t resist the offer, so I followed her inside. I wasn’t totally sure of her meaning, as I said, so I let her take the lead. We walked through the kitchen area and she offered me some coffee. I sat on the couch as she poured us both a cup. She handed me mine and then sat in a chair across from me. When she sat, the bottom of her robe opened enough for me to see quite a bit of leg above the knee. We talked and as she became more comfortable she let her legs open slightly which showed a bit more of her thighs… It was very distracting for me as I also adjusted how I was sitting so I could try and get a better look up her robe while trying not to be very obvious about it. I guess I wasn’t as slick as I had hoped because she smiled at me and asked erzincan escort if I liked what I was seeing.

Caught, with no options but to tell the truth, I said; “Roberta, you have some very nice legs and as long as you’re willing to show them to me, I’ll take advantage and look at whatever you want to show me.”

With that, she stood up and walked directly in front of me. I looked up at her and she smiled down at me. She leaned over and grabbed the bottom edges of her robe and began to slowly lift and separate the opening until it was opened to about where it was when she was sitting- about halfway up her thighs. “So, what’s so nice about these old legs? What do you think about them?”

“They’re sexy as hell! Look at them!” She looked down and I slid foreward to the edge of the couch. I reached out and touched the back of her calves and slid my hands up as I talked, stopping just underneath the bottom edge of her robe. “Nice smooth calves that connect to muscular thighs. I can’t help but be jealous of the horses you ride as you squeeze them to stay in the saddle.” I looked up at her and told her; “I wonder, what would your lucky lover feel like if you used that squeezing strength to hold him in place while you were making love? I’m jealous of whoever that might be, just thinking about it!”

She inched the robe up a little higher. “Would you like to know what that feels like?”

I snapped my head up and looked at her. I tried to decide if she was serious or not. The look in her eyes and her facial expressions told me she was. “Stand up.” When I did, she took my hands in hers. “We are both too old to play kid games. I think you’re a handsome guy and I like you — a lot! To be honest, I’ve wanted to get together with you for a while now, but never had the opportunity or courage to act on it. This morning, the opportunity presented itself. I haven’t made love with someone in a long time and I’m dressed like this because before you came by, I was going to wear the batteries out on my battery-operated boyfriend! When I saw you pull up, I decided to act on my feelings and see where it got me. Now, unless I am total off base, I’m guessing that you are interested in finding out just how hard I can squeeze my thighs. If you are, then stand up and kiss me, then take me to bed!”

I reached up and held her face in my hands as I slowly leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. It was soft and tender, testing the waters a bit. I broke the kiss and looked at her. “You’re serious?” She just nodded her head. I reached around and hugged her as our lips smashed together and our tongues began to duel.

She broke the kiss this time. She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me towards her bedroom. Once inside she turned towards me and lifted my shirt over my head. I just stood there and let her do the work. She went for the belt and unbuckled it and when that was done, she unsnapped my pants and pulled the zipper down.

Smiling up at me, she kneeled and grabbed my pants by the waist and pulled them down along with my underwear. Of course, by this time I was as hard as a rock! I’m no porn star, but my respectable seven inches almost hit her in the face. Her smile got bigger when she saw it and she kissed the head before bending further over to remove my shoes and socks. “Lift your feet up so I can get all this out of the way!” I did as ordered and in a matter of what seemed like seconds after entering the room I was completely naked. She leaned over and licked the drop of precome that was there. “Mmm. I like that.”

She went to reach for me, but I stopped her. “Someone is completely overdressed, and it isn’t me! Stand up! It’s my turn!” She stood and as we passionately kissed I slid her bathrobe off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her against me.

We stood there kissing passionately for a few seconds. When we ended the kiss I held her at arms length and looked at her. Neither of us are spring chickens. We are both in our mid-fifties, so I was looking at a mature woman who had brought at least one child into the world. She wasn’t a skinny hard bodied twenty something, but she has stayed in pretty good shape. A nice body with a little muscle on her bones. She stands about five foot seven or so with greying black hair. Her breasts, I guessed, were 34c’s and only sagged a little. Her nipples were erect and stood out prominently on quarter sized areolae. She had a little paunch in the belly, but it’s much smaller than mine and on her, it looked good. Further down I noticed that she kept her garden trimmed short, which I like, a lot! And those legs! Solid as a rock! This was going to be fun.

I put my finger on her lips and she stopped talking. I smiled and told her; “Roberta, you have nothing to worry about. I am looking at a beautiful, sexy, mature woman who has a killer body. I’m going to take you to that bed and we are going to make love until we can hardly move. The only words you should be voicing from now on are to tell me what you want me to erzurum escort do to you, how you like it done and what you are going to do to me!” She smiled. “So, come with me to your bed and lets get started! I can’t wait to feel those sexy thighs squeezing me.”

We walked over to the bed and sat side by side and kissed. We held each other and fell sideways so we were laying down facing each other. We caressed each other, rubbing sides and lower, grabbing each other by the ass and tugging so we would be closer. She held me close and I know she could feel my erection against her belly.

I rolled her onto her back and started to kiss her neck just below her ear. Our breathing became heavier, our hands beginning to roam, caressing each other. I kissed my way back to her lips and our tongues began to fight. I slid my hands up her side as she hugged me tighter and she began to run her hands up and down my back and sides.

My hand worked its way up to her breast and I began to caress it, gently squeezing and running my thumb across her distended nipple. I heard a slight whimper from her. I kissed the other side of her neck and worked my fingers around until I had that solid nipple between my thumb and finger and I began to gently pull on it and squeeze. I pulled my other hand up and began to squeeze her other breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers and tugging gently as I kissed my way down across her throat and began working my way down.

“Yes! Pull on my nipples. They are so sensitive. I love having them played with. Squeeze a little harder!” I could feel her moving her hand down between us, reaching for my cock. It was awkward because she could only use one hand and I was sliding lower on her, but she managed to wrap her fingers around the top half of me, sending shivers throughout my body.

I slid lower and as her hand reached the top of my cock I could feel her spreading my pre-come around the tip. I was finally low enough that she could no longer hold me and as I began to kiss her breasts, she took her hand that had been holding me and brought it to her lips and began to lick my pre-come off her fingers. “Ummm. You taste good. I can’t wait to taste more of you!”

As I squeezed and tugged on one nipple, I licked all around the areola and nipple of the other breast, finally nursing like an infant. My free hand worked its way down across her stomach and began to rub through her bush until I could finally feel the valley between her lips. She spread her legs and raised her hips, giving me better access as I pressed my finger down. “Suck on it! Bite my nipple! Please!” I did. “Harder!” I clamped down on her nipple, sucked hard on it and began to pull up. “YES! That’s IT!”

My finger slid up and down her vulva. She was drenched! I slid my finger up searching for her clit. It was easy to find. It was poking out from its little hiding spot so I began to gently bring some of her moisture up to coat it. I didn’t want to rub it raw so early in the game. As I was rubbing her I started to apply pressure to my finger, slowly working my way between her lips, wetting her entrance as I went. Finally, as I bit a little harder on her nipple, I slipped my middle finger into her as deep as it would go. “FUUUCK!” She yelled as she raised her hips higher!

I began finger fucking her and all the while I was rubbing my palm across her distended clit. I squeezed her nipple harder with my fingers and rose up and kissed her deeply as my finger continued to saw in and out of her pussy. She was panting through her nose as we kissed and I knew she was getting close. I curled my finger up to the top of her vagina until I could feel that rough patch. I slipped a second finger in and used both to fuck in and out of her as I rubbed her “G-spot”.

She was really breathing hard now and whimpering uncontrollably. She had lifted her ass almost off the bed when I slipped the second finger in. I stopped kissing her and watched her for a second before I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Come for me, Roberta. I know you’re just about there. I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my fingers as you come.” I slipped a third finger in. Her head flew back and she began to tremble. I stopped pumping my fingers in and out and just concentrated on strumming them across that rough patch at the top of her pussy. “Come for me, Darling. Squeeze my fingers.”

“Aaaagghhhh! Yessss… Commminnnnnng!” Her ass lifted completely off the bed and her pussy clamped down on my fingers so tightly I could barely move them. At the same time she drenched my hand, so much so that she even got the sheets wet! She held that position for a good five to ten seconds, her breathing had stopped and her body violently shook. As she started to come down from her first orgasm of the day, I slowly began to slide my fingers in and out of her in a slow, gentle rhythm, easing their way out of her. As she caught her breath, I began to kiss her gently all over her face and neck. ‘Holy fuck woman! You just about broke my fingers!” I laughed at her. As she opened her eyes, esat escort I took my hand that had been buried in her and began to lick her cream off my fingers. “MMMMM. This tastes good. I want more!”

She watched me with dreary eyes and smiled. I started to slide down, kissing my way across her breasts, sucking a nipple and then going lower, across her stomach and worked my way to her pussy. Before I could get there, she reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled. “I want to suck your cock. Slide around and lets sixty nine.” I rolled onto my back, taking her with me so she was on top. As she grabbed my cock, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and spread her legs a little more, lowering her pussy to my face. Her lips were wet and engorged, the inner ones slightly spread and a deep shade of pink.

As I pulled her down, I stuck out my tongue and pierced her lips. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and used her other hand to gently massage my balls. As my tongue entered her, she gasped lay her head on my thigh. “Yesss. That feels so good.” Without moving her head, she stuck out her tongue and licked the precome from the tip. I shuddered and moaned as she slowly began to take me into her mouth. I could feel my cock being slowly engulfed in warm, wetness as she slid her tongue further down my shaft.

“Oh yea! That feels so good, Babe. Suck it! Take as much as you can.” I could feel her sliding her lips and tongue up and down, taking a little more at each turn. I dropped my head back down and used my fingers to spread her lips open. It was a beautiful sight. I could see right into her vaginal opening. Just above that was her anus. Tinged a darker color than the surrounding skin, and looking like it was about to spread open too. I couldn’t help myself. I tilted down and started licking at the beginning of her lips, across her distended clit and continued up through her lips. As I passed her vaginal opening I gathered some of her cream, added it to my saliva and kept going. When I reached her puckered ring I stopped and spread the mixture all around it before giving a little push with my tongue. She stopped sucking me for a second but continued when I began licking her again.

She had taken over half of my length when she took me out of her mouth and began licking my shaft, getting it wet as she went lower. Finally, she reached my scrotum and licked all around that before sucking a ball into her mouth. As her tongue slid around it she lifted my sack higher and sucked the second one in. While she was sucking my balls she started to slide her hand up and down my shaft. I was in sensory overload and let her know how much I liked what she was doing, but I warned her that it had been a while since my wife and I had had sex, so I probably wouldn’t last long if she continued.

“That’s O.K. If I get what I’m after now you’ll last longer during the main event! Besides. I like the taste of come and since it’s been a while for you, I should be getting a big load!” She continued to lick my scrotum and then began to nibble her way back up my shaft. When she reached to top, she took me into her mouth, deep! I could feel myself reaching the back of her throat and she gagged a little before sliding it back out. She took a deep breath and started down again until she reached the point where she had gagged, paused, then pushed me deeper. I could feel myself going into her throat! I groaned and almost lost it. She held me there for a second, took a breath through her nose then pushed the rest of my 7 inches down her throat. I know she had it all because I could feel her nose rubbing against my pubic hairs.

“Oh Fuuuuck! That’s good. Soo good!” Momentarily distracted by her sucking abilities, I lay my head down on the mattress and just looked up. There, mere inches from my face was a hot, wet, pink pussy and I was determined to lick every drop of the liquid I could see! I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go, lifted my head and pulled down on her hips, spearing her sex. When I could get no deeper, I began lapping like a thirsty dog at a water bowl! She moaned but continued to take my cock deep. Now, the fight was on to see who would come first!

I was at a disadvantage because she was really good at what she was doing to me and because it had been, literally, months since my wife graced me with sex! But I was determined and redoubled my efforts by licking every square centimeter of her vulva. I would occasionally go higher to keep her anal opening drenched with our mixed secretions. While holding her lips open with my thumb and index finger I kept spearing her with my tongue and every so often I’d go lower to swipe it across her clit. This always caused her to lose concentration for a second and moan, sending vibrations through my cock.

We kept at it for a few moments, each trying to make the other come first. I was quickly losing the battle, but she was moaning as much as me. I started to concentrate more on her clit and it seemed to be working. She would stop sucking me more and more as I licked across her hard little nub. She upped the ante by using her hand to slide up and down my shaft as her head bobbed up and down. I could feel my balls tingling, letting me know that I was really close. I mumbled to her, the sound muffeled by her sex, to let her know I was close. She went faster. I was losing.

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I saw her standing with her back to me, at the Macy’s fragrance counter. Tall and curvy, in a tight gray pencil skirt and a white blouse, with black high heels. Her hair was a light blonde bob with platinum streaks. She looked at me as I walked past, and I caught my breath. She was perhaps 45 or so, with an air of mature elegance. Her skin was tanned a golden brown, with dark eyes with lots of mascara and full light pink lips. Her white blouse tightly contained huge tits, with lots of ravishing cleavage.

I tore my stare away from her and stopped at the counter, about ten feet away from her, and looked in the direction of the colognes. I had to laugh; I obviously wasn’t really looking at anything. I was just trying to think of something, anything to say. She glanced at me, sprayed a scent on her wrist and held it to her nose, and we exchanged smiles. I decided to approach her.

“Hello,” I said, giving her a lopsided grin. I had no idea what I was going to say.

“Well, good afternoon.” she replied, with a flirtatious smile. She was obviously at least a little interested.

“Have you found anything you like?” I asked. She nodded, and lifted her manicured hand towards me. I leaned and sniffed her wrist. Flowers and faint fruit, and her long nails were beautifully manicured. She was wearing a couple of huge diamond rings.

“Gorgeous,” I said. It was, too. “I like that scent, a lot.”

“Then I’ll have to take this,” she smiled, handing the sample to the salesgirl.

In a moment we were walking together through Macy’s. Her name was Kate. Up close and outdoors, her eyes were even more dazzling, light brown that really popped with her glowing dark golden brown skin. I carried her bags.

“What did you buy?” I asked her.

“Presents for me,” she laughed. “Louboutins, some panties, bath bombs.” I laughed in return. “I did buy a gift certificate for my daughter, so I wasn’t completely self-indulgent.”

“Of course not. But there’s nothing wrong with being self-indulgent sometimes.”

“And what were you looking for?” asked Kate. “Didn’t you buy anything?”

“I really came in here looking for something for my sister,” I shrugged. “But I didn’t get very far in my search..”

“You were distracted?” she asked, smiling at me.

“Very much,” I replied. “I’ll have to try again tomorrow!”

We walked out into the mall parking lot, and approached a dark green Benz coupe while we talked. Kate was married to a cardiologist, and had three kids. Her daughters were 21 and 19, and her son was 16.

“And here we are,” chirped Kate. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me with my bags.”

“What are you doing with the rest of your afternoon?” Kate gave me a sideways look. I wasn’t sure if she was really interested, or just casually flattered by a young man who was apparently obsessed with her.

“Just driving home. My kids will be home in a few hours. Then making dinner for them and my husband.” I nodded.

“Of course,” I said, and put Kate’s bags in the back seat of her Mercedes. That didn’t sound promising, after all.

“It was very nice to meet you,” she said. She gave me another dazzling smile. I was standing between her and her open door. Kate put her arm on my bicep and squeezed.

“It was really nice to meet you too,” I answered, and stepped forward. I decided on the spot that it was the bicep squeeze that made the difference. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Surprised, she twisted her head to one side.

“Oh, no..” she protested. “I’m married, and I really have to go home…” she stuttered.

“I know,” I said. “You’re married, and if you’re not interested I won’t press you.”

I took her hand and put it on the thick bulge in my boxer briefs that ran down my leg. For a few moments Kate was silent, her hand resting on my cock.

“I-I-II ca-can’t…” She didn’t know how to react. “I’m very, um, so flattered, but…”

“You can if you want to, and I desperately want you to,” I whispered, leaning close to her face.

“I don’t know,” she began, and paused. But when I kissed those plump lips again, I felt her tongue slide between my lips. When my arm wrapped around her, she melted into my body.

“Sorry,” I whispered into her ear. “But I have to have you. Now.” I kissed her again, and our tongues lashed against each other passionately. Kate’s arms wrapped around my neck. She was all in, and an electric charge ran through my body. A car honked as it passed.

“We’re in public,” she whispered, suddenly aware, looking around the busy parking lot.

“Let’s get a room. Please,” I pleaded. I kissed her neck, and a low moan came from Kate’s throat. I gave her neck a series of kisses, making my way down to that full gorgeous bosom. Her scent was intoxicating!

“Don’t leave a mark, sweetheart,” she said, and pulled back. She looked wildly around the parking lot again, but her hand was now stroking my thick cock through my pants.

“Get in the car,” I whispered. “I’ll drive. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Fifteen ereğli escort minutes later, we were in our room at the Radisson. Kate was on her knees, pulling my boxer briefs down and freeing my thick cock. She delicately kissed my hard shaft, gently licked the tip, and playfully looked up at me.

“Are you ready, Kate?” I whispered.

“My husband is big, but nothing like you,” she marveled, stroking my long dick with both hands. She took one of my full balls between her lips, sucking and pulling gently, then the other one. Her husband would be home soon, but Kate didn’t seem to be in any hurry. She slid my penis between her full lips, and I felt it slip past the back of her throat. Kate really knew what she was doing! She deepthroated me effortlessly.

“That feels so good,” I moaned, and Kate looked up at me and swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick. I felt her hand caressing and fondling my tight ass. She slowly caressed my throbbing cock with her tongue, all the while keeping eye contact, savoring every inch.

Kate stood and undressed, dropping her skirt to the floor and unbuttoning her tight blouse. Her bra was a creamy lace, exquisite. Her skin was a dark golden brown, glowing beautifully in the dimly lit room. Her tits were huge, with big brown nipples that stiffened immediately. Her hips were wide, with a full round ass and a shaved pussy.

Kate sat on the bed, and I kissed her gently as she stroked my hard cock. After a few moments, she lay on her back and I leaned forward. I kissed her neck, and then took her nipples into my mouth one at a time. They must have been sensitive, as Kate moaned loudly when I sucked and licked them. I wondered how much attention they had gotten lately – probably not enough. I flicked my tongue against them, and then pinched them lightly between my fingers and thumbs. Her tits were gorgeous. I couldn’t get enough of them!

“I wish I had some nipple clamps for these beauties,” I wondered aloud.

“I love nipple clamps,” moaned Kate, looking down at me.

“Well, we’ll do what we can,” I whispered, and gave them another pinch. Kate was panting more loudly now.

I ran my tongue down her firm belly, and then closed my lips around her clit. Kate’s pussy was already wet, with a sweet musky scent. I flicked my tongue against her swollen clit, and she wreathed on the bed. My tongue ran the length of her gash, lapping at her juices, and she groaned.I held her legs open, and her hands found the back of my head and pulled me closer. Her juices were delicious!

“Darling…” purred Kate. I slid my tongue into her cunt, tasting the sweet cream that was running down from her sweet slit to her anus. Kate’s hips gyrated against my lips as I pleasured her, her hands tightening into fists in my blonde hair.

“Oh my god, that’s so good…” I pushed her knees back a bit, and licked her brown puckered bunghole.

“Jesus…” she moaned. “It’s been so long…”

Kate’s hands were gripping the sheets now, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I slid two fingers into her sopping cunt, curling them against her g-spot, and lashed her anus with my tongue. A low growl came from Kate’s throat, and her legs trembled as she squirted. She arched her back, squirming on the bed, while I lapped up her sweet nectar.

I climbed on the bed next to her, and Kate immediately reached for my cock. She took my stiff dick into her mouth and sucked hungrily, her tongue eagerly lapping. Kate hummed lustily while she sucked my cock, like her inner animal had been suddenly turned loose.

I rolled onto my back, and Kate rolled over, keeping my cock in her mouth. She slowly licked my shaft, and then licked and sucked my swollen balls again.

“My god, that feels so good,” I whispered. Kate smiled at me and then lowered her head again. I felt her tongue below my balls, and then it slid against my anus. I groaned with pleasure, and she rimmed me passionately while her fingers lightly caressed my thick cock. I can’t describe just how wonderful it felt; I couldn’t stop moaning!

“Kate, sit on my face…” She eased herself forward, and settled her wet pussy on my mouth. Her taste was intoxicating, and my tongue lapped, flicked, and massaged Kate’s cunt until she squirted again, this time into my mouth. Delicious!

She fell forward on her hands, her huge tits swaying above my head, and I took her nipples in my hands again and pinched them, hard. Kate yelped, and then lowered her tits to my mouth.

“Here, sweetie,…” she murmured, and I took those stiff nipples into my mouth one at a time and sucked hard on them. Kate then reached behind her, and grasped my stiff dick. She moved her hips back a little, and then impaled herself on me. Her pussy was so tight! I sat up; Kate had her eyes closed tight, and was moving her hips slightly.

“Oh my dear…” she groaned. “So big…” I wrapped my arms around her, and held her tight while she got used to my girth. She opened her eyes, and I slid my tongue erenköy escort between her lips. We french kissed passionately while I slowly fucked her. Kate’s pussy was so tight!

Moments later, I suddenly thrust the entire length of my cock into Kate’s wet cooze. She yelped, and I felt her nails raking my back. I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her, and she screamed loudly.

“Holy fucking god,” she yelled.

I fucked her slowly and gently, then more quickly, then roughly, her wet cunt squeezing my cock like a silky fist, like she was milking my huge penis and pulling me deeper into her. Kate’s hands alternately clawed at my back, and gripped my tight ass.

After several minutes of hard fucking, the phone on the bedside table rang. I suddenly stopped, and picked up the receiver and handed it to Kate.

“Hello?” Kate’s voice was strained, as I pushed myself up and kept fucked her hard. The slapping sound was loud, and she was trying not to giggle. “Yesss? Yes.” She was biting her lower lip and then breathing deeply, trying not to pant into the receiver. “We’ll keep the noise down. Yes.” I threw her legs over my shoulders, and pumped my hips frantically and fucking her as hard as I could. The receiver flew out of Kate’s hand, and she stretched to retrieve it.

“Yes, we’ll keep it down,” she murmured, and then dropped the receiver again. “I’m going to cum,” she whimpered, and I felt her squirt against my belly. A few moments more, and I exploded inside Kate. My cock throbbed, pumping my thick sperm into her. We were both panting wildly, covered with a sheen of perspiration, our hearts beating a mile a minute. Her pussy was a mess, swollen and creamy with my white cum, Kate’s skin wet with both her sweat and mine.

“My god, it’s dark outside, I have to go,” she whispered. “My husband is home, wondering where I am.”

“I wish you could stay and I could just fucking ravage you all night,” I moaned, caressing and squeezing her full tits. They were magnificent, with those huge areolas and big stiff nipples. I couldn’t get enough of them.

“And you’re still hard,” she whispered. Kate couldn’t keep her hands off my cock! “My eighteen year-old muscle beast, hard all the time…” She kissed me again, passionately, her tongue thrashing against mine.

“No, I have to go!” And she jumped off the bed and ran into the shower.

“What am I going to say? Jesus, I have no idea.” Kate frantically dressed herself, finally zipping up her skirt..

“Seriously, what am I going to say?” She looked at me, and I put my arms around her waist. I tried to kiss her, and she leaned back.

“I can’t, I just did my lips. God, I don’t have time to do my mascara…” She was becoming frantic.

“I want you again. Soon.”

“Baby… you’re insatiable,” she purred, and then kissed me. “I want you, too.”

“What do you want?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“I want you to fuck me like the beast you are…” she moaned, and we kissed again. “Christ, I love how dominant you are, just taking control. It’s been so long…”

Kate slipped her shoes on, and opened the door. “That was the loveliest… most erotic… my god, magnificent time,” she giggled. “Goodbye.”

Two days later, Kate called. At six in the morning. “Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey you,” I replied, blinking my eyes. I hadn’t even left for my workout yet; I was still in bed in fact. “How are you this morning?”

“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I was just thinking about you. It seems I’m just not going to be able to resist.”

“Were you really thinking about me?” My cock twitched and began to swell.

“Yes. My husband was up early this morning, and we made love just now…”

“Mmmmm. Was it good?”

“It was okay. He’s in the shower now.”

“Just okay?”

“Just okay. You’re the one I want. I need that big thick dick,” she giggled. “I’m laying in bed, finger fucking myself, thinking about you.”

“You ARE a dirty little slut,” I moaned. “Your husband’s cock just wasn’t enough?”

“I AM a slut, for your cock-” she began, but Kate’s tone lowered. ” Sorry, the shower just turned off. He’s late for the clinic. I’m going to call you later, okay? I just have to get the kids off to school-” She clicked off abruptly.

Kate called at eleven. Could she come over? I answered the door naked, because why not? Kate threw her head back and giggled delightfully when I opened the door.

“Oh, my!” She looked over her Gucci sunglasses at me. “You perfect man, you.” She looked gorgeous, her mascara perfect, dewy skin, her plump lips covered with a wet apple red lipstick. Cream jacket and skirt, and black stockings and heels.

“You look good enough to eat,” I grinned at her.

“You too baby, starting with that enormous dangling cock that I’ve been dreaming of…” She stepped in, put her purse and shades on the table, and wrapped her arms around my neck. “It’s been far too long,” she sighed, and slipped her tongue between my lips. Her perfume was intoxicating. ergani escort Her husband would be back very late in the evening, but her kids would be home around supper time.

“I brought a bottle of champagne,” she announced. “Where’s the fridge?” But I wasn’t interested in champagne; I deposited the champagne in the refrigerator, and took Kate by the hand and let her down the hallway.

Long, delicious minutes later, we had moved to my bedroom and I sat in a chair and was watching Kate undress. Under the skirt were a delicate black garter and straps, and a lacy thong. And under her jacket, nothing. Her large tits swayed as she dropped the jacket onto a bookcase. Kate kneeled between my knees.

“Please?” she asked playfully. “May I please service your cock, sir?” I grinned at her and bit my lower lip as she took my dick into one beautifully manicured hand. “This is all I could think about this morning, while my husband was trying to fuck me.”

“So, may your filthy slut PLEASE suck your cock, sir?” she sweetly asked. I nodded. Kate gently licked and kissed my shaft, teasing me. Once my cock was glistening, I put my hands on Kate’s head, and pulled her down. I felt her mouth, then the back of her throat, and she deepthroated all ten inches. She moaned loudly, and looked up at me. I held her down for a minute, and she gagged a bit. I let Kate raise her head.

“Thank you, sir,” she groaned. “More, please?”

“Get on the bed,” I ordered. She lay down, and I put her face at the edge of the bed. I took a riding crop and a few other things from my dresser, and leaned over Kate.

“You’re wet already, the way a dirty slut should be,” I noted. “Spread your legs!” Kate obeyed, and I looked down at her and put my thick erection between her bright red lips. She eagerly opened her mouth, and I pushed my cock into her throat again. Kate hummed with pleasure, and I pumped my hips slowly as I fucked her face. I took the riding crop, and gave her wet pussy a light slap. Kate cried out just a little and her hips jumped. I gave her a harder slap, and her throat tightened around my cock.

“Do you like that?” I asked. She nodded, the first trace of tears in her eyes. I took my cock from her mouth, and leaned forward a bit. I felt Kate’s tongue stroking my balls, and I slapped her pussy several times with my open hand. Her cooze was already soaking wet, and the scent was intoxicating! I moved Kate forward a little, and picked up Dylann’s nipple clamps, and fixed them to Kate’s nipples. She moaned deliriously when I tightened them. Then I sat on her face.

“Put your tongue in my ass,” I ordered, and felt her silky tongue slide into my tight anus. It felt sooo good! I pulled up on the chain for the clamps, pulling and stretching her large brown nipples upwards. Kate yelped with pleasure, and I lifted the chain another couple of inches. Kate moaned with pain, and I spanked her pussy again with the riding crop. Her legs trembled. I spanked her again, and then again, and Kate again whined with pleasure, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Keep your legs spread,” I ordered, smacking her thigh with my open hand.

She obeyed. Then Kate’s hands moved up to my hips, and she rimmed me wildly. After a few minutes, I kneeled next to her on the bed, and she hungrily swallowed by cock again. Kate sucked me messily and noisily, taking me all the way into her throat and covering my dick with her saliva.

“You are SUCH a filthy little slut,” I murmured. Her mascara was already starting to run.

“Mmm-hmm,” hummed Kate in agreement. I pulled Kate off of my cock and sat on the edge of the bed. Kate swallowed my dick again, and I reached over and fondled her gorgeous round ass.

“Are you ready for a good spanking?” I asked.

“Mm-hmmmmm…” Kate agreed. I smacked her ass hard with my open hand, and she squirmed.

“You are ready to take it…” I told her. “Good little whore…” I brought the riding crop down hard across her ass, and Kate yelped in pain. It left a red stripe across her buttocks. With my other hand I forced her head down on my shaft, and she gagged. She fought, and then I let her raise her head. She looked up at me, her mascara running down her cheeks now. I spanked her hard again with the crop, leaving another stripe on her round ass.

“Do you like that?” I asked. Kate nodded, her eyes starting to brim with tears.

“I do, thank you…” she kissed my abs. She touched my hard cock with a long fingernail. “I need this inside me,” she whined. “Your little slut needs to get fucked…” I stroked her blonde hair with my hand.

I brought the crop down again on her ass with a sharp, loud crack. “Aaaashgh,” Kate groaned, her breathing ragged now.

“Hold still,” I ordered, and brought the crop down again. Kate cried out, sobbing and panting heavily.

“All right,” I ordered. “Get on your back and spread your legs again.” She eagerly opened her beautiful legs for me. I closed my hand around Kate’s throat, and slid two fingers into her soaking wet cunt. She sighed and tilted her head back, pursing her beautiful lips. I pushed my fingers all the way into her, and then pumped them in and out rapidly several times.

“Fucking dirty little whore,” I hissed. “You love spreading your legs for me, don’t you?”

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We had been talking for around 2 months. Chatting via secret app to keep our spouses none the wiser. We had a sexual chemistry that everyone should experience at least once in their life. Our texts were always spicy yet we were practically best friends. We told each other everything.

We had several meetups resulting in sex, they were always passionate but always quick and to the point. Always looking over our shoulder whether in a parking lot or in my office. Always checking to be sure we were alone. Sure we would kiss, I loved kissing her. She did something during our kisses that always made my heart rate increase. I would start to tremble. She could drive me absolutely insane. There was a lot of lust there. But there was more than that. I don’t tell people I love them. It’s just not me, I told her I loved her within 4 weeks of chatting and seeing each other. We had found each other through work. We worked for the same company but not in the same department. We didn’t have a lot of direct contact.

During our chats we both knew we needed time alone with each other. We both knew we had to find a way to be together. We both had desires to wonder what it would be like to come home to each other. How would that fantasy world feel? We made plans to rent a VRBO in an area where nobody would know us for a weekend. Both giving our spouses excuses to be gone. Both extremely excited to live out that fantasy world of what we both knew wasn’t realistic.

The morning came for us to spend a weekend together. We met in a specified location and left one of our cars behind. We began our journey to a weekend of fantasies we could both fulfill. She was a neglected mom and wife that never was actually taken care of. She did all the chores, all the planning. She ensured everyone’s needs were met. Nobody ever made sure her needs were met or ensured that she felt valued. It was my goal to make sure she knew by Sunday that she was valued.

I took care of everything. I made a grocery list, I packed all of the supplies ensuring we had everything we needed to be comfortable the entire weekend. I went to the extreme to be sure she didn’t have to plan or lift a finger. I wanted her to know, guys are capable of doing ordinary things that tend to get pushed on to their female counterparts.

We set off on our drive. Holding hands as I drove. Chatting about everything from sexual desires to past relationships. We already knew more about each other than most anyone in the world. Yet we were captivated by the conversations. We arrived at the house and immediately went in to survey our surroundings. Both of us checking out the rooms and landscape seeing what our world would look like for the next day and a half.

When we arrived at the bedroom, we both dove onto the king size bed. Laughing at the thought we’d never get the opportunity to feel each other privately, let alone cuddle and do whatever we both desired without a second thought to the outside world. We cuddled and felt each other. This resulted in kissing. Our kissing was always intense. There was something more intense about this. The passion was so amazing, it felt as though we were meant to be together. My hands began to trace her body. Feeling every curve and muscle. Touching all the parts of her in a languishing lazy but needy kind of way. Roaming up and down inside her tshirt from her waist up her rib cage to her shoulder.

Finally reaching around to unclasp her bra, slowly running my hands from her pierced belly button up under the loosened bra. Slightly squeezing her nipple only to hear her moan. My lips kissing her neck, my tongue slowly sliding from the side of her neck to her shoulder blade. There’s a spot just above her collar bone that when kissed and licked will send her into overdrive. I found the spot and spent some time there. Feeling her writhe beneath me, just made me want to work harder at turning her on.

I pulled her shirt and bra off and moved my mouth down to her breasts. My tongue circling her right nipple as my fingers slid inside the band on her leggings. She wasn’t wearing any panties making my journey between her legs easier with nothing to hinder my progress. I slid my middle finger between her lips. She was already saturated, her slick lady cum coating my finger as I slid it up and down between her lips. I felt her reach down and massage my cock, her hand sliding over the entire length of my denim covered cock.

My mouth encompassed her entire nipple and I began to suck while my tongue did a back forth motion over and around her hardened nipple. Sliding my finger further down to her opening and pushing in. She was tight on my finger, I love how she feels. Slipping in and curling up to massage her gspot, applying pressure I heard her moan. Through her moan I heard her say “fuck, I need you inside me now!” She unclasped my belt and started to pull down my jeans. I pushed her leggings down. We both took over undressing ourselves. Too much passion filled the air to waste time undressing.

Once we were both naked she straddled me, I reached down and made my cock available ergene escort for her to slide down. There is nothing better than the initial entry. Her pussy feels like its built specifically for my cock. She squeezes me just right making my cock throb when I’m fully inside her. She slid down onto me and held it. Both of us loving the feel of each other. Savoring the exquisite feel of our bodies joined as one. We made eye contact as she started to grind down, back and forth. My hands on her hips helping pull her into me. My hips thrust forward trying to get as deep as possible inside her.

She’s petite at 5’4″, compared to my 6′ frame. Her waist is tiny, giving me the opportunity to control her with my hands. She leaned back putting her hands on my thighs, pushing out her chest. She is absolutely the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I couldn’t believe she was riding me. I had to slap myself to ensure it was real.

Her pace became faster, she’s always had a hard time cumming. Especially in our hurried efforts earlier in our relationship. There was no way I was going to let her get away without an orgasm this time. She had been riding me for a good 5-10 minutes varying speeds and angles. I could tell she was close but couldn’t quite get over the hump.

She slumped down kissing me and out of breath. I whispered in her ear, “go get your toy”. She slid her sweat glistened body off of me and ran to her suitcase. Pulling out a pink gspot vibrator. Handing it to me she got on her back as I crawled between her legs. I slid my cock already covered in her cum between her lips. She moaned and wiggled her hips attempting to get my cock inside her.

Giving in, I placed my cock at her opening and slowly slid inside her. Inch by inch filling her with my already throbbing cock. Her beauty matched with the perfect fit of me inside her made it hard for me to hold back. She squeezes my shaft just after the head passes through her opening in a way I’ve never felt. As I was close to completely inside her I placed the vibrator on her clit. She pulled her legs back and put her feet flat on my chest.

With the vibrator against her clit, her feet flat on my chest, I began slowly thrusting inside her. She began to moan. I could feel the moisture seeping out of her. Her moans became louder. I stopped thrusting and started grinding as deep inside her as I could get. Moving my hips in a circular motion as she threw her head to the side. I could feel her clench around my cock and let a loud moan that I’m sure the neighbors heard. The clench became even stronger as her orgasm overtook her. I kept the vibrator on her clit as I pushed my cock deep inside her. I felt a flood rush down my balls as I took in a deep breath. The toes on her feet curled into my chest as her legs attempted to push me away.

This all had me on the verge of filling her up. Her chest was flush as were her cheeks. The comforter below us was soaked as I ground my cock as deep as I could inside her. I could feel my balls pulled up tight as the head of my cock was swollen. The swelling a preamble to an explosion deep inside her. The last bit of a thrust pushed the head of my cock against her cervix, I felt my balls clench as the first blast exploded against her walls. Coating them in my hot sticky cum. My balls continued to clench as shot after shot filled her up. My right hand was on her shoulder pulling her down into me as my hips continued to try to push even deeper inside her.

As the last couple drops leaked from the head of my cock I leaned down to kiss her. Sharing in an emotional kiss. I pulled back and told her just how much I loved her. I was feeling the feels as I had just passionately exhibited just how strongly I feel about her. Both of us drenched in sweat, I rolled over and cuddled up next to her. Holding her as we both came down from one of the most intense climaxes we’ve ever experienced.

After we came down we both scooted off the bed only to laugh at the massive amount of both hers and my cum left on the comforter. Attempting to wipe up the mess and hoping the rest wouldn’t stain.

We both cleaned up. Got acclimated to the house, made dinner and cuddled on the couch. We had never had the opportunity to cuddle together. We never have been able to enjoy each others company. Both of us finding exactly what we expected from our first times actually experiencing each other. We both missed the intimacy that our marriages lacked. We both missed the comfort we found in each other. It was impossible to ignore that we were both much happier in the company of each other versus our spouses.

The night got late. We were both exhausted from the day and went to bed cuddling without anymore sexual escapades. Just enjoying the company of each other. We had joked in the weeks leading up to this trip that all we would do is get naked and fuck. What was actually happening was finding the comfort we both were seeking in each other. The cuddling we had wanted proved to be even better than we both imagined. The feel of our bodies together. The kisses we ermenek escort shared it seemed like all of it was part of a dream. Eventually we would wake up.

Sleep eventually took over. We both slept hard. The one difference from a normal night of sleep, we would always be touching. It would either be my arm and her thigh or her hand and my back. We both needed that closeness. We were soaking it all up.

When we woke up we were spooning. Her back to me. My arms around her. Her ass mashed up against my crotch. I was slowly running my hands up and down her sides. My fingertips lightly touching her. Grazing over her rib cage then up next to her breast to her shoulder and back down. I was naked she had a tshirt on. My fingers would graze down over her hip bone and as far down the outside of her thigh as I could reach. Every once in a while on their path back up they would venture to the inside of her thigh and slide just to the outside of her pussy. Letting my pinkie fingertip make a little contact on its path by. Sometimes my fingers would near her nipple on the side as they passed up or down. I was teasing her. When I would get close to a sensitive area she would either moan or move her body for a little better contact.

I knew I was getting to her when I felt her touch begin. She couldn’t reach me very well but she could touch the skin on my hip. Dragging her fingernails up and down the skin she had access to. I’m not going to lie, I love her touch it’s so sensual and turns me on beyond belief. I’ve never been so turned on just from the touch of a lover. There is something about our connection that’s so much stronger than anything I’d ever felt before.

I started my trail up and down her body emphasizing more down the front of her body this time. Passing by her pierced belly button each time up and down. She spread her legs slightly, giving me better access. I would pass by her pussy each time just avoiding her folds but feeling her heat and slight dampness when my fingers grazed too close. On the next pass up my fingertips lingered around her nipple, circling in close proximity, I could feel the sexual tension in her nipple as my fingertips started to close around it. Slightly pinching and pulling with even tension as I teased her. She elicited a deep growl as the intensity of the tease reached its peak. She also pushed her ass back into my groin. Grinding my cock against her back as she did so.

I was already hard and needy. I needed to push the situation a bit as I could feel the precum against my skin and her tshirt. Trailing my fingers back down her body, she knew I was going for more and lifted her upper leg giving me better access to all of her. She was shaved completely bald which I absolutely love. My index finger made contact with her outer lips. Dividing them and feeling the moisture within is a favorite feeling for me. Sliding down towards her opening and gathering more liquid before pulling back up and circling her clit. I felt her thrust her hips towards my fingers trying get better contact as I teased around her clit. I would circle her clit a couple times then back down towards her opening. She was already soaked.

The feel of her wetness on my fingers was driving me crazy. I dipped my fingers inside her then smeared her juices around her nipple. My mouth covered her hard cum soaked nipple savoring the taste of her. As my tongue massaged her nipple I felt her nails drag down my stomach and wrap around my cock. She gave it several mini strokes forcing me to roll onto my back.

I felt her slide up the bed a little and throw her leg closest to me, across my body. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my swollen cock, dragging the head up and down between her lips. The heat of her pussy felt amazing on my cock. I wanted nothing more than to be inside this amazing woman at that very moment.

She must’ve sensed my need and lined the head of of my cock with her entrance. I pushed forward with my hips feeling the first few inches slide inside her. She has a ridge just on the inside of her opening that squeezes me right after the head slides through her opening. The squeeze feels so damn good and makes me moan every time. I moaned as I reached my arm down between her legs. I found her clit and applied slight pressure to it as I continued to slide all the way inside her. Once my hips met her ass and I was fully inside her, I ground my hips against her ass trying get even more deep. My finger began to slide back and forth over her clit as I started to take very subtle strokes trying to stay as deep inside her as I could get.

We were both so turned on from the teasing and touching. The views of her leg draped over mine and seeing the side profile of her amazing ass had me on the verge of orgasm. My fingers were manipulating her clit, based on the sounds she was making, she was close too.

I felt her hand grab mine holding my fingers where they were pressed against the side of her clit. I could feel her clit pulse as she froze. Her toes were pointing towards the wall. I could see eryaman escort the side of her face her jaw was slammed shut. It looked like her eyes were closed. Then I felt the spasm. Her pussy clenched and squeezed my cock. That was all I needed. With my cock as deep inside her as it could get I pushed just a bit further into her. I felt my balls clench and release a torrent of cum against the back of her pussy.

I moaned her name as shot after shot erupted form my balls. I felt the mixture of our fluids leaking out of her and into the bed. I felt her pussy begin to relax and her hand pull my hand away from her clit. Neither of us had really even moved yet we were both completely out of breath and sweaty. The combination of sleepy morning sex and the need for each other had taken over.

We now lay spent, my cock still fully inside her and hard, our mixture of cum leaking out of her and onto the bed. Both of us satiated and happy. Enjoying the comfort of each other. She rolled her head to the side making eye contact with me. I slid closer to her while attempting to keep my penis inside her. Our lips met in a lazy but happy kiss. Pulling back, I looked her in the eye and told her just how much I loved her and how much she meant to me.

As we lay snuggled up together we chatted, shared our favorite things that happened between us, what we loved, what we would change. I’ve never had such open communication lines with a lover. We were close on so many levels. We both needed food. We got up, made some coffee and some spicy Bloody Mary’s to go along with eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast. I cant recall a time I felt as happy as I was feeling then.

We cuddled on the couch all day long. Listening to music, showing each other pictures on our phones and watching movies. Having her body against mine felt so comforting. Tracing my fingers up and down her body, stealing kisses whenever I wanted. It really was bliss. I made dinner later that night, we sat on the couch together snuggled up. The feel of each other was so soothing. We were both a little sad that we had to leave the next morning.

We were both tired and decided to finish the movie we were watching in bed. Cuddled against each other with the movie on. Neither of us lasted 20 minutes. Both falling asleep in each others arms. That’s the most relaxed I’ve been in a long time.

We both slept hard. I woke up around 7:30 to an empty bed. At first I was panicked, then I smelled the coffee she was brewing. I sleepily made my way to the kitchen. She was standing at the counter with her back to me wearing a tshirt and sweats. I’ve never in my life seen a tshirt and sweats look so sexy. This woman is absolutely gorgeous in all circumstances. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She leaned back into me, pressing her body against mine. I nuzzled my mouth into her neck giving her kisses next to her ear. She tilted her head to the side giving me better access for better kisses. Moving her hair out of the way I trailed my lips from just under her ear down to her collarbone.

I heard her moan slightly as she put one arm over the top of my hands. The other hand was wrapped around behind me, pulling me into her. I was pulling her hips back into me. Grinding her ass back into my erection. As my lips moved along her clavicle. We heard the coffee maker click signaling it’s done. We separated to get some coffee and sit on the couch.

With coffee in hand we sat on the couch taking a couple sips and enjoying each others company. There was sexual tension between us as we sipped. Not saying much. I had my hand on her upper inner thigh. We shared eye contact and both placed our mugs on the coffee table. Leaning into a slow sensual kiss. Our lips molding together. When we kiss like that, I can’t help but moan. Moving my hand to her jawline to ensure we maintain contact with the kiss. At this point I was sooo needy for her. The kiss became more urgent as my hands dropped to her rib cage.

Moving my lips down to her neck, I began to kiss and suck on her neck. I was trying to be careful not to leave marks. But the passions made me want to leave my mark on her. I really had to fight the urge. She wasn’t expecting it but I slid all the way down to the floor between her legs. I grabbed her sweats near her feet and pulled. She lifted her ass, allowing her sweats to slide down her toned legs. I took in every inch of flesh I could as I pulled those sweats down. Never tiring of seeing this amazing woman’s body. Once the waist band was at her feet, I removed them completely. I started kissing her ankles. Licking each inch of skin as it appeared in front of my lips.

Moving my lips up past her knee to her mid thigh. My hands separating her thighs, giving me room to kiss and lick at my hearts desire. I could smell her arousal when I got halfway up her upper thigh. She always smelled so sweet. That morning she smelled better than sweet. I couldn’t wait to get my tongue between her lips. Nibbling with my lips along the inside of her thigh I arrived at the crease of skin where her thigh meets her pussy. With a firm tongue I licked slowly up the crease, tasting droplets of her essence as I moved up toward the top of her pussy. Careful not to touch anything too sensitive. I wanted to tease this morning. My goal was to warm her up so she had no choice but to cum.

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I really love our arrangement.

“When are we going to fuck again?” she asked, mischievously.

Laura, our vivacious, college aged babysitter sat in my passenger seat. She tugged at the hem of her floral dress.

Laura was 22, a curvy, bigger, sandy blonde. She didn’t radiate a slutty vibe- quite the opposite, almost plain-looking. Much like the elementary school teacher she aspired to become, she was mature, friendly and somehow innocent-seeming.

I knew she was anything but.

With a few taps, I keyed her payment into Venmo. Part of her hustle.

———-

My wife and I had attended a work fundraiser. We’d been apart for almost three weeks and on the night I returned, we were obligated to attend. Laura babysat.

I figured that getting dressed to the nines may lead to some much-anticipated sex.

As she was doing her makeup earlier, I cornered my wife. We kissed deeply and urgently. I grabbed her hips and felt myself already hard.

“Patience will be rewarded,” my wife said smugly. “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.”

———

“Oops” shrugged Laura, intentionally elbistan escort dropping her phone into the backseat.

She was trouble. Part of the appeal.

She turned and bent over the center console. Her dress rode up, exposing her curvy ass. Laura wasn’t wearing any underwear.

My growing erection tugged against my pants.

“How about tonight?” Laura suggested, settling back into the seat.

“Now?”

“Yup.” Laura bit her lip and grinned.

“Okay, just not here.”

Her single mother’s house was only two miles away. One stoplight and a few turns.

After shifting into drive, I eagerly reached between her smooth legs.

“Mmm,” she moaned, as my fingers slid across her impossibly soft labia.

As I rubbed her, Laura unzipped my fly, letting me free. I was fully hard. Laura wrapped me in her palms and began to stroke me.

At the stoplight, Laura unbuckled her seat belt. With surprising agility, she leaned over and took me in her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth consumed me. I feared I might cum any second.

I don’t know if the car that pulled elvankent escort up next to us noticed, but the occupants would’ve clearly seen Laura’s thick, round ass up in the air, head bobbing in my lap.

The light turned green. With only a half mile to go, it was becoming nearly impossible to concentrate, listening this university student moaning, her lips around me.

I drove the car down the dark street. I nearly plowed into the neighbors’ mailbox.

“Fuck” was all I could manage to groan, feeling her squeeze my balls with her free hand.

As I maneuvered the car into the driveway, I reached my hand to her ass, giving it a firm smack.

She yelped in surprise.

“I want to fuck you here.”

Laura deftly climbed to the back row of seats, where she laid between car seats. She pulled up her dress high, exposing her young pussy. I followed her ravenously.

Between her legs, I only paused for a second, stopping to briefly tease her. I slid inside effortlessly.

We began to fuck. Hard and primal. Urgent.

The car windows fogged. I went hard and emek escort fast, making up for every second I’d been gone over the last weeks. Laura’s nails dug into my shoulders. We sent a car seat cup holder flying.

“Fuck me harder!” The car rocked with our motion.

Feeling the inevitable, I hastily pulled out. Laura didn’t waste a second, she grabbed my throbbing cock and stroked for every last drop of cum.

A few moments later, we noticed that I’d made a huge mess- her belly, thighs and most of her dress were splattered with cum.

Two weeks worth of release.

We had a good, awkward laugh about it.

———-

“See you next time,” she tersely quipped, after a few quick kisses.

Flushed and barely hiding the stains on her dress, Laura made a quick dash for the house.

——-

I arrived home. The kids were asleep. My wife stood in the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Did you guys have fun?” she asked, without missing a beat.

Caught, I said nothing.

“I hope that you’re ready for round two.”

My wife dropped her silk kimono robe. It bunched on the floor around her ankles.

Underneath, she was fully nude. As she strut towards me, I noticed her nipples hard, her lips swollen.

Her hands lay on my chest.

“I want to taste her on you” she breathed.

I felt myself stir with arousal.

I really love our arrangement.

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Author’s note: This story contains some dialogues in Hindi. For non-Hindi speakers, I’ve provided English translations in brackets. Hope you have a good experience reading this. I look forward to your feedback in the comments section. Thanks.

***

It’s drizzling outside. The streets are muddy and the glass walls are misty. Rain droplets are dripping down the glass.

I’m sitting in the waiting area outside a restaurant in the up-market area of the city. The day has been wet with intermittent showers, and I’m waiting for you. I’m wearing a cream cotton-satin shirt and a dark blue stone-washed pair of jeans, with brown loafers and a thick metallic dial wristwatch on my left hand. I’d trimmed my facial hair this morning. Together with the homemade facial, it’s giving a bright, clean look to my face. The hair, cropped close on both sides and the back, is side-parted.

The restaurant is on the 37th floor of a 70-storey complex. There are three lifts for commuting. I’ve been keeping an eye on them for signs of your arrival, but so far, twenty minutes since you said you’ll be here, you haven’t arrived.

The lift at the center stops and opens, and I see you walk out. For a fraction of a second, I’m blank, not knowing what to do. I’m sitting there on the chair, while another guy, who’s coming out of the lift that is to the far side, looks at me and can’t suppress a smile. He has noted that I’m looking — no — staring at you, while you’re gliding through the 8 paces between the lift and my chair. He’s noted how my eyes look big enough to be a pigeon’s eggs.

You are unaware of all this, meanwhile, or are pretending to be. Of course, you know the effect you’re having on me. Always have known.

You walk up to me, standing tall above where I’m sitting, which is when I realize how dumb I look. I stand up, giving you a broad smile. There is a moment where you crane your neck from bottom to top as I get up, feeling the contrast in our heights. But it passes away in the face of my goofy smile.

“Hey, uh…you look fabulous,” I say as I offer my hand.

You shake it and reply, “Hi. Thanks. You look fine too,” flashing that high-wattage smile, then immediately narrowing your eyes and half-pursing your lips in the way you do when you are amused by the circles your appearance is running around my head.

My heart skips another beat.

“Stop gawking,” you rebuke me as you hit playfully on my shoulder. I feel the touch of your soft fingers on my skin, through the shirt.

“So, are we going inside or will you stay ‘out’ all night?” You wink at me.

I will myself to come back to this world and regain my senses as I reply, “Sure, m’lady, after you.” I half-bow and motion forward with my right hand for you to lead the way. I walk right behind you, taking in the sight presented by your booty, having so far feasted on the front view.

I hold the door open for you and we walk in. I gesture to the head waiter for our seat.

He notices you, because how can he not, and then he turns around and leads us around a bend in the seating, across the counter, to the other side of the hall.

We sit at a corner table, with the rest of the tables occupied. The tables are roughly three feet away from each other, with crimson, shiny clothes covering each of them.

The restaurant’s music system is playing a soft romantic number. We sit down, and this is when I really look at you.

There’s your hair, slightly off-center parted, with the bouncy curls resting on both sides of your shoulders, framing your face. You have on thin, golden strip earrings, coming halfway down to your shoulder, in both ears. The eyelashes are curled outside, creating an exciting dark path to the forbidden kingdom of your body. The eye shadow is a matte gradient of red, with the darkest part under your perfectly arched brows. Your wide specs cover those dreamy eyes. The bright red, glance-holding lipstick on your lips is daring me to shift my gaze from them.

As you walked ahead of me into the restaurant, I saw that you’re wearing the red lace dress I gifted you last autumn, coming halfway down your thigh, with its neckline stopping where the slightest hint of cleavage starts, and its back, plunging below your shoulder blades, enticing me into holding you there. You’re probably wearing strapless bra, I’m guessing, because I’m unable to make out your nipples. I’m guessing what the bra colour is. I’m also guessing what the colour of your panty is, when I notice you wearing black lace stockings, with garter belt and suspenders under the dress, I’m sure. You have your latest black stilettos on, with the four-inch heels accentuating your sultry walk and making your shapely calves and toned ass stand out.

You’re dressed to murder, and I’m feeling that. I know that. The best thing is, you know that I know, and your smile as you’re sipping the cocktail, playing with my eyes, tells me that you’re enjoying this early control.

I clear my throat. You’re continuing a cycle of looking at your drink, then on to me, edremit escort and then back. All of a sudden, you stop sipping the drink as you realize that my right foot is rubbing your left ankle and foot.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“Decent. Been waiting all day for this “meeting.””

“Umm hmm.”

“Yes.”

“So, what were you thinking when I walked out of the lift?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Sure?”

“Ya.”

My voice slows down to a whisper as I lean across the table, “I was thinking, “I need to fuck you right now.””

“Such a dog!” you chuckle.

I make my best impression of a dog face and let out a soundless growl.

Some heads turn nearby, which makes you self-aware.

“Behave yourself!”

I shrug, then smile, a wry one that tells you I know I’m making up lost ground.

“So, where did you think you would be doing that?” You ask.

“Doing what?” I ask, genuinely confused for a second, then feeling a jolt to my dick as the realization dawns on me that you’d made another double entendre. My wicked smile appears.

“Well, uh, maybe in a good hotel room.”

My leg is rubbing your calf, playing with your skin over the lace of the stocking.

“Stop.” Your voice isn’t a murmur.

My foot stays where it is, but your eyes suddenly turn from friendly to fiery.

“What?” I try to sound innocent.

“I don’t like this. Take your foot off.” You lower your voice to a whisper and tell me, after having half the people around us glancing at your previous comment.

“You don’t like PDA, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes.”

“Really? And who was tickling my side and pinching my thighs when we went to the chaat bazaar last time?”

“Chup raho (Shut up).” You mock-rebuke me, again.

“I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, sweetie.”

“So, just be sure, do you want to be bossy like this, or do you think behaving yourself would be a better option?”

“Get your foot down, now,” you grit your teeth.

I climb down from your calf, knowing full well that I’m going to climb higher than that not too long from now. I nod vigorously. I open my mouth to speak when I see the waiter arrive.

He brings our orders — Lasagna and cheese pasta.

We eat in silence for a while when you speak.

“What were you going to say when the waiter arrived?” You inquire.

“Um, oh that! I was going to ask whether I should book a room.”

“For?”

“For us, you know.”

“No need.”

I’m shocked as you take another sip from your drink. I resume eating too.

A little while later, you speak, wiping your fingers on the napkin, the red nail polish looking every bit the killer.

“There’s no need to book a room, because I’ve already done that.” Your turn to give the wicked smile.

I beam too.

We finish our dinner, settle the bill, and walk out towards the lift.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“You’ll know, don’t worry. Be patient.”

“You’re being quite bi…er, bossy today. You know that, right?”

We get into the lift. We’re the only two people in there. I try to press the button for the basement parking when you tap my hand away.

You press the button marked 69, and smile at me. I nod slightly, and smile back. I am standing to your left, and I slip my right hand to your waist, letting it rest there for a moment before grabbing a handful of your ample ass.

“Kya gaand hai (what an ass)!” I whisper in your ear.

You don’t react.

We come out of the lift on the 69th floor, my hand now resting on your waist. You take out the key as we enter the room. You enter first, and I lock the door behind me. The room is big, with a king-size bed in the centre, and floor-length glass window covering the wall, behind which lies the balcony. The curtains that cover the wall are drawn to the side. There’s a black leather couch right by the main door to the room.

I go through different lighting options, finally settling for the soft, indirect yellow lighting that lets us see each other while also keeping the room relatively dark.

We stand there, looking at each other. You drop your purse on the couch. I walk up to you, and slip my hands behind your back. Your hands come up to rest on my shoulders.

We’re taking in each other. I feel the blood rush to my groin as the heartbeat starts rising, and I feel your breath quicken too, the colour rushing to your cheeks. We lean towards each other. The first contact is light, almost a brush of skin, before I kiss you on the full, and you kiss me back. My lips cup your lower lip while your lips are on my upper lip. You rub your tongue on my upper lip, which sends another jolt to my dick. I like the taste of your lipstick, and make a mental note to clean it up from both lips. Your hands are in my hair, holding me. My left hand is on your waist, holding it, while the right one slowly comes up to your left boob, cupping it. We continue kissing each other, feverishly, until we can’t breathe anymore, eğirdir escort which is when we come up for air.

After a few deep breaths, accompanied by involuntary smiles, we kiss again. This time, the kiss is slower, with our mouths more open, lapping each other, and our tongues fighting with each other.

At length, you break the kiss.

“I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

I nod, still smiling.

As you turn, I grab your hand and turn you back towards myself, tugging you to myself.

“Aesa chodunga tumhe aaj… (I’ll fuck you so bad tonight…).”

You slap me lightly on the cheek, and turn around towards the bathroom.

“You’re a fucking dog,” you comment as you go inside and lock the door.

I know the night is going to be wild. You need to be reminded of your manners.

I look around the room, at the comfy-looking bed, out the window where the traffic is winding down for the night, with high-rises in the distance twinkling. I look at myself in the big mirror on the wall outside the bathroom, adjusting my shirt’s collar and running my hands through my hair. That’s when I hear the bathroom door unlocking, and on a whim, I step to the side, letting you come out.

You take a step out, gazing into the room but not seeing me, when I turn right in front of you. You’re taken aback.

“Whoa!”

I grab your waist and pull you up in my arms, turning around to throw you on the bed, before jumping right on between your legs. I love the way you’re looking in the dress, with the high heels. I kiss you again, before proceeding to take out a tie from the back pocket of my jeans, tying your hands above your head on the headstand.

“Hey, what are you doing?” There is a slight trepidation in your voice, mixed with enormous excitement.

“I want you to behave.”

“Ooohhh, is that it, baby? Have I been bad, baby?”

I don’t reply, tying the hands tightly enough so that you can’t untie the knots, but not so tight as to hurt you.

“Now, lassie, you have two choices. Either I tie a blindfold across your eyes, or I tie up your mouth. Which one do you want?” I ask, towering over your body.

“Do you really want to do that, baby?”

I lean down, grab your face in both hands, and kiss you hard, biting softly on your lips.

“Choice?” I ask.

You blink, implying you’d prefer moaning and crying out my name, between abuses.

I take the spare handkerchief I have in the pocket, and tie it across your eyes.

“Spread your legs.”

You comply.

I go down between your legs, and rub the thighs with my fingertips. I can feel goosebumps forming over your skin. I raise your dress above your waist, letting your black thong-covered pussy come out in the open, as well as the garter belt and suspenders. I unhook the stockings, and take out the belt, making sure there are half-touches galore to the pussy and the area around it, leading to plenty of oohs and aahs from you.

“Do you want to get fucked?” I ask as I rub my fingers over the pussy.

You stay silent.

“I asked you something,” I add some nastiness in my voice. I also rub your pussy with a bit more pressure. Your excitement and discomfort are now visible, as you try to close your legs, and bite on your lower lip. I’m sitting right between your knees, so you’re unable to close the legs. I offer a finger to your lips, which you take inside your mouth. I push it in and out, as if it’s my dick, and I rub it on your teeth and tongue.

The finger is wet with your saliva when I take it out and take it down to your snatch, sliding your thong aside and rubbing your pussy with it.

“What do you say to that, bitch?” It is the first time I’ve used that word today, and I can feel your pussy jerking in response. Or maybe that’s because I’m now two fingers deep inside your pussy.

I lean over your face.

“I asked you something.”

“Aahhhh.” You let out a long sigh.

I push both fingers deeper inside your pussy and rub your clit with my thumb. With the other hand, I rub your titties.

“I asked you something,” I repeat, as I start mauling your left boob.

“I, aah, I like it.”

A smile forms over my lips, and I ask, “What do you like?”

“I like what you’re, ummmmmm, doing to my pussy.”

“What am I doing?”

“You’re rubbing my pussy.”

“You think I’m just rubbing?” I mock as I push a third finger inside.

“Ouch, aah, aah, no.”

“Then?”

“You’re fucking my pussy, with your fingers.”

“You like finger-fucking?”

“Ummm, aah, yes.” Your breath is getting heavier, shallow breaths with your mouth open and drying fast.

“Why do you like it?”

“Because, because…”

“Bolo (Say it).”

“Because I’m your bitch.”

“Do you like being my bitch?”

“Yes, I love it. I’m your bitch, your slut.”

“That’s good.” I pat your cheeks.

“Do you know what I’m doing to your lips now?” I ask, as I go down and start licking your pussy with my tongue, without interrupting the elazığ escort fingers’ work.

“Aaahhhhhhh, aaaahhh aaahhh, ummmm, ummm, yes, umm, yes, I love it.”

“Hindi me bol, kutiya (Speak Hindi, bitch).”

“Chaato meri choot. Aur chaato (Suck my pussy. Suck it more). Please. Make me cum.”

I’m grinning, enjoying this transformation of my beautiful girl from bossy bitch to total slut.

“Chudwana chahti hai (Do you want to get fucked)?” I feel you getting wetter.

“Haan, yes.” You gulp, running your tongue over your dry upper lip.

I increase the intensity of licking, alternating between licking and sucking, making vacuum-like state around your pussy by putting my lips around it and drawing a deep breath in. You arch your back.

“Randi hai tu meri, hai na (You’re my bitch, aren’t you)?”

“Haan. Main tumhari randi hoon. Meri choot ka paani nikaalo (Yes, I’m your bitch. Make me cum).” Your body is arching at smaller intervals now, as your hands struggle against the knotted tie.

I rub your pussy with the top half of my tongue, making horizontal and vertical laps of it, also lapping up your pussy juices.

“Teri choot bahot paani chhod rahi hai aaj. Bahot tharak hai chudwane ki aaj, randi (You’re leaking extra tonight. Too horny, bitch)?”

“Haan (Yes).”

I rub your perineum, the area between the choot (pussy) and the gaand (ass), with my right index finger, making sure your juices go down to your gaand as well. Then I start rubbing your asshole. All this while I’m also sucking your pussy.

You shudder for an instant, not sure whether you should allow me to work on your rear entrance or not.

“Gaand maarunga aaj teri, madarchod (I’m going to fuck your ass tonight, motherfucker).” I growl.

“Aah,” is all you cry out.

“Marwaegi gaand mujhse, bol (You want me to fuck your ass, huh)?”

“Uh, umm, haan. Main tumse gaand marwana chahti hoon (Yes. I want to get ass-fucked by you).”

I push the index finger inside your ass, which is when you tremble. Your first orgasm hits, and you squirt a single shot inside my mouth. I rub the insides of your ass, and draw more juices there with my other fingers, using them to get deeper inside your rear hole. Your pussy is also widening after the initial shock.

I keep pushing the finger inside, and lap up more juices, biting softly around your pussy.

“Lund chahiye (You want cock)?” I ask. And for some reason, the combination of all three, the action on your pussy, inside your forbidden asshole, and this language, take you to a place from where you can’t come back. You arch your back as much as possible, and I put my left hand under your ass, balled into a fist, to support you.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” is the cry that leaves your lips, when you squirt 3-4 mini-jets on my mouth. The rest of your orgasm erupts as a fountain. You try to turn to a side and close your legs, but I make sure to drink as much of your cum as possible.

“I like this, darling. I want you to decide ki tumhe mere laude se pehle apne muh ki chudwai karwani hai ya apni choot marwani hai? Ya apni gaand? Soch, tabtak main bathroom se aata hoon (I want you to decide whether you want my cock to first fuck your mouth or your pussy. Or your ass? Decide by the time I return from the bathroom).”

I climb off the bed, my dick straining inside my trousers, and my shirt sticking to the body with sweat, despite the AC being set at 22 °C. You’re lying almost-lifelessly on the bed on your back, with your legs slightly curled to the right and your face turned to the same side. Your chest is heaving with long, deep breaths. You’re thinking, I’m sure.

When I return, I unscrew the cap of a water bottle, take a few swigs, and take the bottle to you. I raise your head, your eyes still covered, and bring the bottle to your lips. Neither of us speaks a word. You gulp down some water, allow your mouth and throat to feel the moisture, and then take another sip.

I put the bottle on the nightstand and lean down, biting your left earlobe and neck.

“Kya socha (What did you decide)?”

“Jo aapko achha lage wo karo (Do whatever you feel like doing).”

I throw my head back and laugh out, knowing fully well that you are avoiding having to make any decision. But that’s not how it’s going to go down tonight, is it?

I smack your ass. You moan softly. Then I grab the back of your head with my right hand, coming close to your ear before grunting, “Kis chhed me daalu lauda, bol (Tell me, which hole should I thrust my cock in)?”

“Choot me chahiye, mujhe (I want it in my pussy).”

“Saali behen ki lodi, pehle nahi bol sakti thi (Fucking slut, couldn’t say this earlier).” I smack your ass again, twice each on both cheeks.

“Muh me legi (Want to suck it)?”

“Haan. Pehle muh me do mujhe lauda. Mujhe lund choosna hai (Yes. First give it in my mouth. I want to suck your cock).”

“Good. Sahi randi ban gayi hai tu haraamkhor. Sali kutiya (You’re learning the ropes as a whore nicely. Fucking bitch).” I untie your hands, and watch with amusement as they go towards my waist, even with the eyes in the dark. You unbuckle my belt and let the jeans fall to my knees. You rub the dick over the underwear.

“Can I suck this?”

“What? Hindi me bolo (Ask in Hindi).”

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The alarm clock went off at 5:30 a.m. Monday morning. Rena considered shutting it off and going back to sleep, but she would only get this opportunity once. She climbed sleepily out of bed and dragged herself into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, she emerged clean, refreshed, and ready to face the day. She carefully picked out her wardrobe, dressing not to impress but to shock. Short skirt, too-small top, and no underwear. She carefully applied her makeup, using bold Wanton Temptress lipstick, Sweet Sweet Siren blush, and Black As Sin mascara. The result was somewhere between cheerleader and slut, as she’d intended.

Last of all, she fastened her new necklace so that the pendant rested in her cleavage. The necklace had been a present from her mother on her eighteenth birthday, just a month before, and today was both the first time she’d worn it and the first time in her life that she’d put her cleavage on such bold display. Today was the day she embraced her new adulthood.

Rena gave her backpack, still full of schoolbooks, a savage kick, then sashayed out her bedroom door and bounded down the stairs. She would never need those books again.

Rose Thayer watched her daughter come into the kitchen and gave a loud wolf whistle. “That is quite a statement you’re making this morning. What do you charge for a blowjob these days?”

“MOM!” Rena yelled, her face red with shock and embarrassment.

“Babe, you’re an adult now. I don’t have to censor myself. And if you’re going to dress like that, you’ll have to expect some similar comments. Where are you going in that getup? I’m surprised to see you even vertical this early.”

“Christmas vacation is over. First day back to school.”

“Right. Your ridiculous Plan. Now I understand the outfit. I still don’t understand the reason for it,” Rose said, setting two plates on the table.

“Freedom,” Rena said. “It’s about freedom.”

“Well, have some breakfast first. You’ll want something in your stomach besides some guy’s sperm.”

“That’s disgusting, Mom.” But she was starving, so she started shoveling the food in as fast as she could.

“It’s not that disgusting. Have you even tried the stuff? You’re legal now. Free to cock-gobble with the rest of us. And cum doesn’t taste so bad, really. Just not that filling,” Rose explained. “Unless it goes in the other way. Then it could really swell the belly.”

“Are you telling me… No. I don’t want to know. There are some things a daughter should not know about her mother.”

“I favor openness myself. Let me tell you, your father, God rest his soul, loved getting a good morning blowjob. I would wake him up in the nicest way I knew how, then fix myself some eggs, bacon, and coffee.”

“I am so out of here,” Rena said.

“It’s January. You’ll freeze in that skimpy thing.”

But Rena had anticipated that. She knew it would be cold, but she wouldn’t be outside for long. A few minutes in the frigid morning wouldn’t hurt her.

Once outside, she hugged herself and massaged her arms and jumped up and down until she saw the familiar school bus turn onto her street. Then she forced herself to stand still and portray some dignity. She smiled as it pulled up in front of her house and the door opened.

Rena stepped inside the blessed warmth of the bus and looked around. She wanted to remember this moment for the rest of her life. The scratched paint, the ripped seats, the stains, the smells, the graffiti. And the driver. Mr. Kelson.

“Hey, girl, ain’t you breaking dress code?”

“That’s not really your concern, is it? It’s up to the school principal to decide that,” Rena told him.

“Maybe not, but I ain’t driving you home when you get suspended. Consider this friendly advice. Go change.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then get in the damned bus so I can close the door and be on the way. You want to dress like a slut, that’s no nevermind of mine.”

“I’m not going with you today, Mr. Kelson. I graduated early. I was done with high school in December. I’m eighteen years old and you will never again have any authority over me, you horrible prick.”

“Then what the fuck did you make me stop here for? You could have stayed warm in your own damn house, and I would have just gone on my way. Neither of us would have had to see the other ever again in our whole fucking lives.”

Rena sneered at him. “I wanted to smell your breath one last time. I wanted to be able to tell people that yes, the bus driver has been drinking without you being able to kick me off the bus or tell your bus driver buddies to give me a hard time.”

“You little shit. Get the hell off my bus.”

“With pleasure.” Rena jumped back out onto the sidewalk and strolled calmly toward her house. She was cold and wanted to run inside, but the bus was still sitting there. She could feel Mr. Kelson’s eyes watching her walk away. He was probably staring at her ass. She didn’t mind that. Guys stared at her ass all the time. But he would not see any sign that she was düzce escort afraid of him. He’d terrorized her entire high school career. And now she was free.

Closing the front door behind her, Rena ran upstairs, stripped out of her slut clothes and put on a warm robe before coming back down to the kitchen, where her mother was putting away the just-washed breakfast dishes. She sat at the table, made a quick call to the police to report a drunk driving a school bus, then picked up a strip of bacon from the plate still sitting in the center of the table.

“Well,” Rose said. “Was that phone call the point of all this? Was it worth it?”

Rena shook her head. “I needed closure. I needed to get on that bus and then get right back off. I needed to say goodbye to childhood and adolescence forever. I am an adult now and I can speak to other adults as an equal. The call was a fringe benefit.”

“Okay. Well, Miss Adult, what are your plans now that you’ve put school behind you forever?”

“I’m thinking of getting a job,” Rena said. “I’d be good at a job.”

“Hmmm. I may have a suggestion or two towards that goal. I just put on some coffee. It’s almost ready. Pour us both a cup and then join me in the living room so we can discuss your career path.”

With that, Rose left the kitchen. Rena did as she was told, fixing two cups of coffee with honey, and a little cinnamon and milk in her mother’s. But she was reluctant to really have the suggested discussion about employment.

Her mother was the night manager at a run-down motel outside of town. She had the authority to do the hiring for the place, but Rena didn’t really want to work there. She wasn’t exactly ashamed that her mother helped run a no-tell motel, renting rooms by the hour for sleazy trysts between people cheating on their spouses. But she didn’t brag about it, either.

She couldn’t put it off forever, though. She got out a tray, put the cups and the plate of bacon on it, and headed into the living room. “Mom, I don’t want to work at the motel,” she said, taking a firm stance.

“And why not?”

“Well, I don’t really think cleaning rooms is for me.”

“You could maybe work in the restaurant. The motel owns the place.”

“A waitress?” Rena said, barely hiding the scorn. “No, thank you.”

“So what job did you have in mind? Right now, you have no experience and just a high school education.”

“I was thinking of being a cashier somewhere,” Rena replied.

“The restaurant has cashiers. So does the motel, though we call them clerks. Money-handling isn’t their only duty. At least it would give you some experience to put on a job application for something you liked better.”

Rena had to admit there was some sense in that. She had already begun to worry about having no resume. It might be a little creepy, dealing with the cheaters and hookers, but she could handle that. “Well, maybe. As long as I don’t have to clean dirty rooms or touch dirty dishes.”

“I was even thinking,” Rose said, “that I could start training you to be one of the managers.”

“That would be okay.”

“But you’d have to spend some time learning how to wait tables and clean rooms before I would give you any authority over the maids and food servers.”

Rena wrinkled up her nose at that, but she liked the idea of being a manager at age eighteen, just out of school. “Would your boss approve of that?”

Rose laughed. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. And you have displayed an astonishing lack of curiosity for a teenager, and for a girl. I expected you to start asking questions a long time ago. How do you think we afford this house on a night manager’s salary?”

Rena thought about that. It suddenly did seem a little odd. She still thought of herself as poor. When she was little, they’d actually lived in the motel because they couldn’t afford an apartment. And that was even when her dad was still alive. But this was a beautiful house in a good neighborhood. And Rena had her own car. They were doing pretty well for themselves. “I guess I don’t know,” she said.

“I own that motel,” Rose told her. “I also own the Bradford Hotel and a couple of houses in Raintree. And, your name is on all of the deeds as co-owner.”

“How?” Rena asked. “Since when?”

“Well, that’s a story. I’m not sure you’re ready to hear it, but you need to know it sooner or later. I just hope you can handle it.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“When your father died, we were dead broke. Even with free rent at the motel, I was barely keeping us on our feet. I was actually considering stealing from the motel when Dr. Beaumont arrived.”

Rena didn’t know a Dr. Beaumont. She didn’t think she wanted to know. Her mother wasn’t one to keep secrets. This must be a really huge one. But the story was begun now. Rena waited as patiently as she could for the tale to unfold.

“He came in about eleven p.m. He paid for his room. Then he showed me the newspaper he’d been carrying. It was folded düziçi escort to an article he’d circled. He asked me to read the article while he put his luggage in his room. Then he’d be back.

“The article was about our state legislature. They had been trying to update the laws to ease penalties on streetwalkers and create harsher penalties for pimps. But they didn’t amend the law. They completely rewrote it. And they rushed it.

“The new law only mentioned streetwalkers and pimps. It left out all other forms of prostitution. A clever lawyer noticed the omission and when a call girl got arrested, he took her case and challenged her arrest in court. Based on the wording of the new law, a judge agreed that there was no probable cause for the arrest. Except for the streetwalkers, prostitution was now legal in the state.

“Dr. Beaumont returned shortly after I finished reading the article. Then he told me he was horny and asked if there was anybody I could send to his room to ease his condition.”

“Mom, tell me you didn’t,” Rena begged.

“We needed money. We needed groceries. And I was lonely. I hadn’t been with a man since your father died. So I told Dr. Beaumont I could take care of his problem for $500. He agreed. I closed the office for an hour, we both had a great time, and I had a new career.

“I found a couple of other girls. They gave me a cut of every transaction and soon, I was making money hand over fist. I bought the motel from the owner when he retired, got even more girls, and started an escort service. I now supply girls to lonely men all over the state. I bought the Bradford Hotel five years ago, for a more expensive and luxurious version of what we offer at the motel, and a couple of nice houses to give extra privacy for well-paying VIPs.”

“This can’t be happening,” Rena said in shock.

“You should know that the legislature closed the loophole a couple of years ago, but I got grandfathered in. I have the only legal prostitution business in the state. I can’t expand. No new brothels. And I can’t advertise. But I added two strip clubs, an adult video store, a webcam site, and a small porn studio. And you, my daughter, own 40% of all of it. How’s that for a new job?”

“My own mother is a whore,” Rena whispered in horror. “A cock-sucking whore.”

“Cock-sucking, cum-swallowing, fucking-for-money-whore. And proud of it,” Rose agreed.

“Well, I’m not proud. This is terrible. I want nothing to do with your fucking business. I will clean restrooms at the truck stop before I join you.”

Rose’s eyes flashed with anger. “Listen to me, you spoiled child. You don’t have to approve of the career I’ve built. But you will respect it. The bedroom you sleep in, the car you drive, and the phone you spend all day texting with, were all paid for by men who traded money for sex.

“That robe you’re wearing was a Christmas present from me, Rena. And my friend and employee, Julia French, spent an hour on her back to earn the money to buy it. The bed you woke up in, the breakfast you ate, and every luxury you enjoy was provided to you by whores and johns.”

Rena felt a little ashamed of herself, but she was still angry. She hadn’t chosen to be the daughter of a prostitute and madam. It wasn’t fair to expect her to suddenly be okay with all this. “And is this the real job you expect me to do for you?” Rena asked. “Be a whore?”

“No. I expect you to help me run this enterprise. Judith helped me build it and has been essential in the running of things. But she wants to go join her daughter in Germany and I’m going to need to replace her. As co-owner, it is high time you took an interest, and as you are now 18, you are legally able to participate in the business.”

“I guess that’s something, anyway. You’re not pimping me out.”

“I won’t force you to do anything,” Rose promised. “But I do have some standards. If you want to work as a cashier in the motel restaurant for fourteen dollars an hour, that’s one thing. You’re hired. Congratulations. But if you want to be a manager there, then I expect you to learn all the jobs. I won’t put you in charge of the servers and bussers and cooks if you don’t know how to serve food, bus tables, or cook a steak to order. Since you’re only 18, the other employees will accept you as a manager because you’re the daughter of the owner, but the only way to earn their respect is to let them see you learning their jobs and shouldering some of the work.

“By the same token, one of the duties of the clerks in the motel is to take guest requests for female company, then assign an available girl to fill the request. Before I’ll trust a clerk with that responsibility, she needs to entertain at least five clients herself and know what the girls go through. And a manager in the motel has to be willing to take a client at any time if we’re busy and short of girls.”

“How often do you have to fill in?” Rena asked.

“Have to? Not often. I have plenty of girls. Maybe once in two or three edirne escort months. But even at my age, I have some regulars who want to see me personally. Dr. Beaumont still requests my company when he comes to town.”

“This is all a shock.”

“Yes. I knew it would be,” Rose acknowledged.

“I need to think about this.”

“Of course. Take your time. If you decide to find some other employment, it won’t hurt my feelings. If you want to go to college, you’ll have my full support. And the brothels will pay your tuition. But never forget whose shoulders you’re standing on. I won’t have my girls disrespected. Not even by you.”

Rena stood up from her seat and went up to her room as quickly as she could. She was furious at what she’d heard, but the truth of it was undeniable. Her whole life was paid for by prostitution. Unless she was ready to walk out the door and live naked and homeless on the streets, she would continue to be dependent on the whores.

For three days, Rena couldn’t face her mother. She took meals in her room, watched television, listened to music, and read some favorite books. All the while, she was more and more aware of how all of it had been paid for. Her comforter, her new boots, her cat’s cute little house. All of it earned by women on their backs. Rena’s world had shifted and turned and pointed her in a new direction, one that she would never have contemplated on her own.

Eventually, she came down to the living room. “Okay. I guess I need to try this profession we’re in.”

“That’s my daughter,” Rose said. “I admire your courage.”

“It’s not courage. It’s acceptance. No husband and children for Rena. Just a life of bedding strangers for cash.”

“Don’t give up on those dreams. I’ve known many whores who found husbands. One of the reasons Judith is leaving is to get married.”

“How do I get started? Do I have to find my first client, or will you pick him?” Rena asked.

“I won’t arrange anything if you do this in bitterness and anger,” Rose warned her.

“I’m not angry. I promise. I was, but not anymore. It was a shock. If we’d had a conversation about prostitution that didn’t involve my mother, I would have defended a woman’s right to sell her body if she wants to. And now, you’ve gotten my curiosity up about this. I think I’m ready.”

Rose shook her head. “Not quite, you’re not. You’ve got the wrong perspective. A prostitute doesn’t sell her body. She doesn’t even rent it. She performs a service.”

Rena gave her a skeptical look. “It’s her body the guy is using.”

“No. He doesn’t use her body. She uses her own body to give him pleasure. So does a massage therapist. Or a professional athlete. Or a singer.”

Rena thought about that for a moment and recognized that there was some truth to that. She nodded. “Okay. I think I’m ready.”

“Why don’t we take this one step at a time. First, are you a virgin?”

“I am, yes. Should I find myself a guy to take care of that first?” Rena asked.

“Oh, absolutely not. This is a rare opportunity. Only once in a blue moon do we have a virgin. We’ll have an auction. You’ll make a ton of money. But how do you feel about stripping?”

“Stripping? I’ve never thought about it. I’m not sure I’d have the courage.”

“I own two strip clubs,” Rose said. “Or rather, we own two strip clubs. Kittens and Cherry Orchard. I can have you on stage tonight if you’re up for it.”

“I’m still having trouble facing all this. However, while I had no idea my own mother owned the place, I’ve been curious about Kittens. I’ve even thought about getting someone to go with me. And maybe I’ve had a fantasy or two about going on stage. It scares me, but I think I’m up for it.”

“You are definitely my daughter. Tonight it is, then.”

Rose e-mailed several links to her daughter, leading her to instructional videos on trimming, shaping, and shaving pubic hair, and several tips and techniques for exotic dancers.

After these had been studied, and Rena had done some personal grooming, Rose took her daughter shopping for lingerie and sexy outfits that were easy to remove. The salesclerk gave them some disapproving looks, clearly believing that a mother should not be advising a teenage daughter on how to dress sexy. Rose told her that Rena was about to get married and they were putting together her honeymoon wardrobe, but it didn’t seem to help.

Rose had chosen ten p.m. for Rena to make her debut. The hours seemed to tick by, one slow second at a time, and yet speed by at a record pace. At eight-forty-five, they pulled up in front of Kittens, offering all-nude female entertainment. Rose gave their car to the valets, and they walked into the club.

A doorman in a black bow tie and white tuxedo shirt tried to prevent their entry. “I’m sorry. Women must be accompanied by a man.”

“Guys love to buy lap dances for their girlfriends, but women on their own don’t buy many dances,” Rose explained to her daughter. To the doorman, she said, “Please let Keith know that Rose is here.”

A few minutes later, they were in a VIP booth with a good view of the stage. Rena stared with wide eyes as girl after girl took off every scrap of clothing and danced totally naked for a few dollars laid on the stage for them to pick up.

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