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Babes

I was so excited, I was on my way to pick up a special lady friend that I had been talking to for some time now. We had met at a New Year’s party and I had been mesmerized by her beautiful eyes from that night on. Now don’t get me wrong, it didn’t hurt that she was extremely attractive, a gorgeous smile and the sexiest body I had ever seen. That night she was wearing a dark blue mini-dress with the openings up the sides of it. I was hypnotized by her beauty and walked over to talk to her. We had been talking ever since, phone calls, lunch’s & IM’s.

Today was exciting because she needed a ride home and her normal person wasn’t going to be able to make it. I pounced on the opportunity like a hungry lion and volunteered my services. Luckily she felt it was time for us to spend some quality time together and accepted. 5:00pm hit and I raced to my car so that I would be there on time so she wouldn’t have to wait. As I drove up, I could see her standing in front of the building waiting for me. I pulled up, got out and race over to open the door for her. Once in the car we both began to talk. I asked if she had been waiting long and she answered that she hadn’t. We had the normal, somewhat awkward chat on the drive to her place. Half way there we both started to relax and talk about each other and how much we were attracted to one another.

Once we got to her house, she asked if I wanted to come for a while and relax. That is all I needed to hear and it took me no time to answer “YES!!!” Once in she kicked off her shoes and offered me a drink. I was too excited to even think about a drink and politely declined. She walked over to her stereo and turned on some nice, soothing Jazz music and came to sit down next to me on the couch. We talked a little more and then I couldn’t help myself, I leaned across and gave her a nice gentle kiss on the lips. They were so soft and she tasted so good, karaman escort must have had on some type of flavored lip gloss. Well that kiss led to a more passionate and longer kiss. Afterward we stared into each other eyes and she remarked that she was going to go and take a shower. She raised up from the couch and started walking towards her bathroom. She stopped at her hallway door and looked back at me. With the most seductive voice I had heard in some time, she asked me if I would like to join her. With a shocked look on my face, I had no other answer but yes.

She led me to the bathroom where I decided to take charge and start the shower up while she reached into the linen closet and got us a couple of towels. I decided that I wanted to undress her myself and see what I had been lusting for all these months. I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, unzipped her skirt & let it fall to the ground. As I slid her blouse off, I was able to see the sexiest see thru lace bra with the matching thong panties that she had on. My dick became immediately erect as there stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in all her splendor. She had 44DDD breasts, a 26 waist and 36 inch hips. Simply gorgeous and the sexiest thick woman alive. I undid her bra and unleashed the prettiest tits that I had seen in my life and soon afterward, I slid the thong panties down to reveal her shaved pussy and boy were those thongs very moist from her juices.

I proceeded to take all my clothes off and I led her to the shower. We both stepped in and the feeling of the hot water hitting us was so very erotic. I loved how the water hit those titties and then dripped down off of them. Watcher her ass as she was allowing the water to hit her caused my dick to go into a frenzy. I was so hard that my dick actually hurt as it was trying to rip thru my skin. She turned with her kars escort wash cloth and soap and began to wash me off. Her hands rubbing all over me was really turning me on. She started with my back and made sure to gently rub soap all over it. Once done she asked me to turn around so she could start the front and boy did she ever start the front!!!!!

She started at my chest and worked her way down my stomach until she reached my throbbing dick. Her hand stroking back & forth on it almost drove me to orgasm but I was able to control myself. She continued to stroke and I must admit, it did drive me over the edge causing me to want her even more now. She stopped, turned and began to wash her self very hurriedly. As she finished up, she turned and told me she had a fantasy and wanted to fulfill this with me. I told her I would do anything I could possibly do to fulfill that fantasy. Well, she stated that she have never had her pussy eaten in the shower. I was more than happy to fulfill this particular fantasy.

I leaned her against the shower door and from behind, spread her ass checks, found her already wet & willing pussy and began to lick it ever so gently. I ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips making sure to try and part them with each lick. From time to time, I would stick my tongue inside her so I could taste her cum. She moaned each time I did this. Well the moans got to me and I went to find her clit so I could put it between my lips and begin to suck it. She squirmed a little when I did that but then relaxed and pushed her ass back in my face to allow me to continue eating. I alternated between eating her pussy and eating her ass until she had a very powerful orgasm.

After she recovered from that orgasm, she pushed me back up against the shower wall and took my dick in her hand & guided it to her willing & eager mouth. She sucked kıbrıs escort on that bone like if she was attempting to take all the meat off of it. Special care was taken to make sure enough spit was being used to lubricate it, her suction was perfect and made her mouth feel very tight & the stroking motion she was using as she sucked up & down was driving me so wild. I reached down and gently guided her head up and down on my already very swollen cock. She looked up at me with those eyes with the dirtiest look and asked if I was enjoying myself. All I could do was shake my head yes because I had lost all control of my ability to speak, it was so good.

After several more minutes of that, I couldn’t take much more and stood her up. I pushed her up against the shower door, lifted up one of her legs and penetrated that wet pussy with authority. I slid in the head and it felt so warm that I lost track of what I was doing and decided to just become a battering ram. My thrusting and gyrating was causing her and the shower door to shake. I couldn’t help myself, she had worked me up so well that I wasn’t aware that I was taking the pussy and leaving no prisoners. She moaned and called my name, looking back at me with that fuck me harder look. I was only more than ready to accommodate that look. Each thrust in caused a popping noise that was like music to my ears. She then started screaming for me to fuck her even harder, “Give it to me Papi” was the phrase I kept hearing so often. Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me is all I was hearing. I neared my orgasm but wasn’t quite ready to finish up. But as you know great sex has a mind of its own.

I couldn’t stop and began to fuck her furiously, moaning and groaning like a bear. I let her know that I was about to cum. She requested that I pull it out and shoot it on her gorgeous, thick ass. As my orgasm hit, I pulled out my dick, began to stroke it quickly and shot load after load of hot cum all over her ass, small of her back and almost all the to her upper back.

We let the water hit us until I was ready to slide my dick out of her. We finished the shower and retired to her bedroom. Round 2 was about to begin and I was in heaven!!!

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Anal

On a typical Friday night at college, I went out drinking with some friends. I was a junior at the time, and I shared an apartment with 2 girls and a guy. We all got along well enough, but we didn’t spend time with each other outside of the house. My roommates: Julie, Brittany, and Chad went out that night as well, each with their own friends.

I went out with some girlfriends: Amy and Jen. I wanted to dress comfortable, but sexy, so I went with a pair of tight black pants, black strappy sandals, and a red tank-top. I was comfortable, but certain I had some sex appeal going, which could make for a good night out.

We took off, heading to one of Jen’s friends apartment. When we walked in the door, there were people crammed so tightly in there that it was hard to breathe. I immediately went to the kitchen to see what they had to drink. Two cute guys were standing near a keg, so I walked over to them and smiled.

“Hey, babe. How ’bout a beer?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

He poured me one and winked at me. I took a big swig and turned around, running into Jen. She said some friends were getting together on the dance floor, so I followed her and started to dance. There were some pretty nasty guys coming up behind me and shoving their erections in my ass, and I was getting pissed off, so I decided I needed something a little stronger. I made my way back to the kitchen and asked the guy that poured me a beer if anyone had any vodka.

“I might.” I turned to the voice and saw a cute blonde guy sitting at a table, doing shots left and right.

“Could I have some?” My eyes pleaded with him, and he smiled, nodding. Before I knew it, I had lost track of how many shots and the guy was looking incredibly attractive. He kept smirking at me, and before I knew it, he had his hand on my thigh under the table and was travelling north. I was really horny at that point, so I got up and indicated with my head that we should get a room. He nodded, and followed me upstairs.

I opened the first door I came to. It was a bedroom, and surprisingly it was empty. I grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him kilis escort on the bed. I climbed on top of him and kissed him hard on the lips, immediately reaching down to unbutton his pants. I could feel he was hard already, and when his dick came out of his pants, I went to town. My tongue moved up and down his shaft, and I alternated strokes with my hand and my mouth. I stopped long enough to take off my shirt and bra, and my nipples were immediately hard. I rubbed his dick all over my rock hard tits and I could feel him about to cum as my hand job grew more intense.

All of a sudden, the door opened and we were bathed in the light from the hallway. A girl was standing there shrieking and crying and swearing so bad, I thought she was going to explode.

“Holy fuck!” The guy screamed, and pushed me off him so fast I fell onto the floor. I grabbed my shirt to cover myself up, but the girl took off down the hall, and the guy scrambled after her while trying to get dressed on the run. “Crystal!” He yelled, and I almost started laughing. Being walked in on by a girlfriend was certainly not what I had in mind. I got dressed, and still very drunk, and very horny, I walked downstairs trying to find more action. It was getting really late, and the party had started to thin out. People were passed out or puking, and I decided I might as well just go home. I couldn’t find Jen or Amy, so I walked myself back to my apartment, which was just a few streets away. The cool air cleaered my head a little, but I was still so horny I thought of fingering myself right there on the street. Still, I kept my cool, and let myself into my apartment. The only light on was the one over the kitchen sink, which hadn’t been on when I left so I knew someone was home.

I heard noise coming from the living room, and when I walked in, Chad was sipping on a beer and watching TV. Chad was really cute, not in a sexy way, but in a very comforting way. We never really got personal because he was always studying, or out with his friends, and he pretty much kept to himself.

“Hey.”

“Hey. I didn’t expect you kırklareli escort back tonight.”

“Long story. What are you doing home?”

“My friends blew me off.”

“I got blown off…in a really different way,” I said, smirking. I couldn’t hide my horny-ness any longer, and Chad knew right off I was drunk and wanted some. Probably to my advantage, Chad had had quite a few to drink as well.

I went over and sat next to him on the couch, taking the beer from his hand to take a sip, and making sure I grazed his hand when I did it. “What are we watching.”

“Dunno. I was just flipping around the channels.”

I took a sip of his beer, and then started giggling. I set it back down on the other side of me, so he couldn’t get to it.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“You’ll just have to come get it.” I tore my shirt off, and he lunged at me, kissing up and down my neck, and down my breasts. He quickly unhooked my bra, and started to suck my tits. They had been hard practically all night and now they were aching for someone’s touch. His sucking felt so good, but all of a sudden I pushed him away.

“What the fuck, Meg?”

“Are Jules and Brit home?!”

“No. They haven’t come back yet.”

“Okay!”

I climbed into his lap and we started making out. He was such a good kisser than I never wanted to stop, but I was getting so wet again I needed more. His hands wandered down my body and his right hand slipped down my pants, straight to my sopping wet pussy. He slipped in one finger, and then two, pumping them in and out of my wet slit. I rode his fingers, pushing myself into him more. I felt myself about to cum, and I bit his bottom lip as my orgasm came and went.

Then I got down on the floor, and started massaging his legs. I could tell his jeans were getting a little tight, but I wanted to tease him. So I moved back up, and stripped off his shirt. I mimicked his moves, licking down his neck, and flicking at his nipples with my tongue, and biting lightly with my teeth. Then I licked down his stomach, and back up again, being careful karabük escort not to touch his dick at all. He was getting harder and harder, and pissed off because I wouldn’t do anything about it. So I stripped off his jeans, and then brought down his boxers. His cock was sticking straight up and looked like it might explode.

“Holy fuck, Meg! Suck it!” He was practically begging for it. I quickly took the whole thing in my mouth, going to town by licking up and down it, and massaging his balls with my hands. My head went up and down as I licked, sucked, and tickled his dick until he was cumming all over my face and my tits. It was the fastest I had ever made a guy cum, and I was pretty impressed.

I stripped down so I was completely naked, and Chad laid me back on the couch and sucked at my tits again, so they were hard and bulging. I pushed his head down toward my pussy, which was once again begging for attention. He wasted no time and went to work, licking my clit, sucking my pussy lips, and fingering me all at the same time. 3 fingers, and he was shoving them up and then out, in and out, in and out, his tongue working my clit so hard I thought I might scream. My fingers pinched my tits and I came all over his face, shaking and writhing.

“Oh god, Chad. Fuck me.”

He obeyed.

He climbed on top of me, and wasted no time driving his dick home. I was so wet that he slid in and out fast. He pounded away on top of me, his length driving into my pussy so hard I was out of breath. I grabbed onto the back of his shoulders and dug my nails in. I brought my pelvis up to meet his thrusts, and found myself moaning and groaning. “God, Chad. Fuck me. Oh god. Fuck me. Right there! Right there! Right there! FUCK ME!!” He started to slow down his thrusting and I knew he was ready to cum again. He got off me and I took him in my mouth, finishing him off.

“Jesus.” He said. I just nodded.

I gathered my clothes and ran to the bathroom, immediately getting in the shower. In the morning when we were all sobered up and suffering from massive headaches, Chad and I couldn’t even look at each other. It was way too weird. Julie and Brittany kept asking what was wrong, but we’d just shake our heads and look away.

Chad moved out not too long after that, and I saw him around campus maybe once or twice. But I’ll never forget the hot steamy sex we had, even if it was only because we were drunk horn-dogs. 😀

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Female Ejaculation

She looked at her watch as she got out of the taxi — 3:12 p.m., over ten minutes late. Damn that New York traffic. He’s such a hyper-sensitive, paranoid, demanding, perfectionist snob, he’ll probably take it personally.

She tried to look into the window of the restaurant to see if he was already there, but it was so sunny out she could only see the reflection of the tight white button-down blouse she had finally settled on — they had discussed her breasts so much online, she had to let him get at least a sense of what he’d been missing all these years, even though it was only going to be a quick friendly coffee and dessert together while he played temporary hooky from work. Damn that New York lawyer job of his. After a short debate, she decided one more button couldn’t hurt anything. Let him have a little more cleavage, it’s the least I could do for a miserable exhausted overworked sex-starved old friend.’

Then her eyes wandered down the window to the short plaid Catholic school girl skirt that she had bought just for the occasion. But until now she didn’t realize it was THAT short – halfway up her thighs. She suddenly felt like an idiot. I can’t believe I’m actually wearing this thing — he’d better get a kick out of it. But the white lace panties, that’s my own little secret he doesn’t need to know. God Christy, you’re such a good little prude — what were you thinking?

She had to admit, though, she was still proud of those legs he used to chow down on like a famished kid having fresh sweet tender corn on the cob — smooth skin, muscular calves, fleshy, shapely thighs. “Those Dorothy Hamill thighs,” he used to call them, worshipfully, hungrily.

She entered the restaurant, a small warm friendly local Italian place, long and narrow in that New York way. It smelled great, of fresh baked bread and garlic and sumptuous sauces. One restaurant after another after another, each with such a relaxed easy confident charm. What a city. He wasn’t there yet, thank God, so at least she wouldn’t be starting off on the defensive.

“Ahh. May-uh I help you, young-uh lady?” So genuine, that smile. How can they all be so rude and so friendly at the same time. What a fucking amazing city.

“I’m just meeting a friend for some coffee and dessert,” she said. “I don’t think he’s here yet.”

“Ah, Mr. Finkleberg, no?”

“Yes, that’s right.” How did I ever fall so madly for a guy named Finkleberg?

“Then let-uh me show you to-uh your table, no?”

“Sure.”

He led her to a cozy, narrow booth in the dark very back corner of the restaurant, the table covered by a classic long white table cloth. But the restaurant was almost empty and it was a glorious day.

“Can’t we sit closer to the front? This is my first time in New York in so long — I’d love to be near the window.”

“Oh, uh, so sorry-uh, but Mr. Finkleberg, he like-uh the window too, but he say this-uh special table for-uh you today, no?” He gave a puzzled shrug. “I don’t know.”

“It’s fine…as long as Mr. Finkleberg’s happy.”

He placed two dessert menus on the table. “Some coffee, yes?”

“That’d be great, thanks.” He nodded, smiled warmly again and walked away. As he turned to go into the kitchen, there was Nate heading towards her, wearing a Yankees cap like he promised. But it looked kind of ridiculous with his “nice casual” work attire. At last, it was time for the hug – that first embrace they’d both been anticipating all these months.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, as he spread out his arms. He hugged her like he was hugging Mother Earth herself. And he was a lot stronger and more muscular than she remembered.

“Christy…” He didn’t as much say it as exhale it from the deepest reaches of his heart and soul and loins. Twenty years of built up “Christy” finally let loose all at once. And as he exhaled, she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

“Christy” again, just in a whisper this time that meant “Thank you Jesus for non-Jewish women.” Now she remembered why she fell for him – she was drawn to him by a relentless primal undertow that was useless to resist. Just a quick platonic coffee and dessert — that’s all you’re gonna get girl, so don’t even think about anything else.

When the hug finally, sadly gebze escort ended he stepped back and really looked at her for the first time. Face — two seconds. Down to the breasts — five seconds. Still a complete pig after all these years. Unbelievable. And then further down.

“You bitch,” he said, laughing, looking at her skirt. “You broke the rules.” He may have been laughing, but she could see something else creeping into his eyes as he took in the luscious columns of flesh descending from her skirt. That same hungry, helpless look. He hadn’t changed a bit. And neither had his effect on her.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Are you mad at me?”

“Furious. For this you need to be taken over my knee and spanked. Repeatedly.” He slowly took off his baseball cap, like he was doing a tantalizing strip tease, to reveal his bald glistening dome.

She covered her eyes. “No,” she said. “Anything but that. Please.”

She was joking around, but damn, he was handsome. Not in a universal way, but as if he had been designed especially for her, according to her particular specs, even down to the way his whole face crinkled up around his piercing, playful green eyes when he laughed. She had hoped it wouldn’t be the same after all these years because he had rendered all other men virtually irrelevant – and that had infuriated her for him to so effortlessly wield such unfair power – but it was the same. He had even aged according to the way she would have dictated, like a juicy grade A tenderloin. How she had hoped otherwise.

“I got my hot Vietnamese hairdresser to cut it especially short just for you,” he said. “So I’d look even balder than I am.”

“She did a great job, but spare me the details about the shampoo.”

“I would never tell you what goes on between us when my head’s hanging backwards over the sink. Very personal.” He scooted into the side of the booth facing out to the rest of the restaurant and the sidewalk through the window beyond.

“Hey, I want to look out,” she said. “I don’t get to see New York every day like you do.”

“Sorry, I get claustrophobic looking at the wall.” She laughed, but was a little annoyed that he reserved the worst table in the whole restaurant, then had the gall to take the better seat.

“Fine,” she said as she sat down, the backs of her bare thighs pressing against the cool plastic of the booth. She had forgotten how high a short skirt hikes up when you sit down. She pulled it down the best she could, but began to feel strangely vulnerable as her inner thighs kept rubbing against one another.

Then she heard something odd going on under the table. “Are you taking off your shoes?” she asked.

“Yeah, I hate these things,” he said, while reaching down under the booth towards his feet. “Remind me of work. I take them off whenever I can.”

“Your socks remind you of work too?”

“Yeah, them too. Don’t worry, I washed my feet this morning.” Then he placed his bare feet on her black patent leather shoes.

“You’re not really playing footsy with me, are you?”

“It’s just so good to see you, that’s all. We can’t really hold hands, somebody might see us.” He started rubbing her ankles through her thin white bobby socks. She was incredulous.

“Okay wise guy, that’s en…”

“I love your breasts. I forgot how perfect they are.” He was staring right at them, taking them in — that desperate drooling puppy dog look again. She was irritated, but still glad she gave him that extra button. I guess he deserves it, poor guy. He went up her right calf with his foot.

“Nate, seriously…you have to stop this.” He was going up and down on her calf, higher and higher each time.

“I’m sorry, it’s just been so long since I felt your perfect white shiksa skin. Just a little more…please Christy? Then I’ll stop, I promise. Yum…” He gazed right into her eyes through to her soul, that ‘I want you so bad it’s unbearable’ look that used to drive her mad with lust for him. Against her will, she could feel her heart begin to beat faster, and her nipples begin to harden and her pussy begin to moisten.

“You’re so bad,” she said.

“What are you wearing under that skirt anyway?”

“That’s for me to know and you to…” gümüşhane escort Whoops, wrong cliché at the wrong time. They both laughed, but then he realized what she was saying.

“You didn’t…” he said, the genuine ache in his voice palpable. She was having coffee and dessert with the horniest man alive.

“Nate, it was a stupid idea. I’m sorry. Try not think about it.”

“That’s impossible.” He was going higher. She clamped on his foot as hard as she could like a vice with both of her bare knees.

“Stop it, Nate!” she hissed. “Now!”

“I’m sorry, Christy,” he said, wriggling his foot, inching it higher and higher. “You have no idea how terrible I feel about this.”

“I mean it! This isn’t funny any more!” But her will was weakening, as were her knees.

“Christy, you know how much I love your thighs. I miss them so much. All these years without those Dorothy Hamill thighs. Can’t I just touch them once? Just one time? It would mean so much to me. Then I promise. I’ll stop.”

“You’re so bad.” Her legs spread ever so slightly and he moved on up.

He started rubbing her right thigh up and down from just above her knees, going higher and higher each time. “Nate…this is…I…just don’t think…don’t think…oh…” Her legs kept spreading further and further apart, and she was in big trouble before she knew it.

“Tell me where you went today, Christy,” he said.

“Oh….”

“Come on…tell me where you went. You can do it.”

“I went…oh…to the Statue…ooh…”

“Of Liberty…the Statue of Liberty, Christy?”

“Yes.” His big toe brushed just ever so slightly against her moist white lace panties. “Oh…God…”

“And what else?”

“Nate, please…you can’t just…” Another slight brush. “Oh…”

“What’s wrong, Christy, do you want me to stop?”

“Yes…ooh…”

“But you’re breathing so fast and your magnificent hardening nipples are poking through your shirt and you’re getting so wet and you’re starting to say ‘oh’ and ‘ooh’ a lot.”

“I know…oh…but we…ooh…”

“I think you just might be a little bit…aroused, Christy. I think that might be the problem. What do you think?”

“Oh…” He began to trace the line of her panties with his toe, up and down. First on the right, then on the left, then back on the right, then the left, each time getting closer and closer to that most precious, most sweet, most sacred spot in all of the cosmos. Her juices were flowing down her thighs. Then he hooked his toe under the band on the side of her now soaking wet panties and began to pull them down. She lifted herself to help him and before long they were down around one ankle. She couldn’t think straight any more, but instinctually leaned back in the booth and spread those Dorothy Hamill thighs wide to give him ultimate access and leverage.

He brought his foot back up and started teasing all around the one place she so desperately needed it to go. He had always known just how to touch her, and what to say, to make her crazy. This had infuriated her also, that he could hold such an erotic spell over her. Not that she couldn’t and didn’t return the favor in kind, but still, the mutual obsession, the utter loss of control, the complete abandon, had been disorienting, even frightening. And now…

“You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you, Christy.”

“No…oh…”

“Oh but I think you are Christy — a very very naughty little girl. Don’t you think so?” Her body was shaking.

“I…guess so…”

“Do you want more, Christy?”

“Oh…I…yes…ooh”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…yes…”

“Then say, ‘Please sir, I want some more.'” His toes began to play gently with the moistened hair around her pussy.

“Oh…don’t…don’t…make me say that…oh..”

“You have to say it. We’re in New York, we should have some musical theater.”

“O..kay… Please sir..oh…I want some more…oh…”

“All right then, Christy, here you go,” he said, as he placed the ball of his foot directly on her warm soaking wet quivering pussy.

“Oh…oh God…Nate…oh…” He began to rub her warm wet pussy softly up and down with his foot, massaging it with his izmir escort toes.

“Do you want me to stop now, Christy? I will. I’d do anything for you, you know that.” He began to apply more pressure and his big toe began to brush against her clitoris ever so slightly, back and forth.

“Yes…ooh…”

“You want me to stop?”

“No… I…oh…I meant…yes, I know you’d do anyth…” She began to convulse, there was no turning back now. “Nate…ooh…what am I…oh…gonna do…we’re in a rest…ooh a ooh a restaurant…oh..” Her beautiful breasts heaved with each gasp, her fully erect nipples straining against her sheer bra and tight blouse, and he was enraptured by them, like he was witnessing Shangri La itself unfolding before him.

“Don’t worry, Christy. This is New York. Nobody cares. Let it go now, Christy, let it go for West High, like you used to in that hot little powder blue uniform. Here we go Tiger team, here we go! Here we go Tiger team, here we go!”

It had always been his sense of humor, first and foremost. And so it was as it had always been — that last goofy joke put her over the top and it was like a volcano erupting inside her, with hot lava flowing out its smoldering mouth — and the need to stifle her screams only making it more unbearably intense as it went on and on and on and….

“Here’s-uh your coffee. Have-uh we decided on a dessert?”

“I think we need a little more time, eh Christy? Christy? Christy?”

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After she finally stopped shuddering, tied her bathrobe and gathered herself, she typed, “Not bad for a first shot. You should try fiction more often.”

“Thanks, I’ll think about it,” he typed back. “Why did it take you so long to get through it? You’re the fastest reader in history.”

“I had to get Taylor back in bed. He had a nightmare.”

“Poor kid. Did the story affect you?”

“Yeah, it was really funny. I laughed a lot.”

“Thanks. But… you know….”

“You mean, in THAT way?”

“Yeah.”

“It was just a story, Nate.” Yeah, just a story. Her breathing was still not fully regulated. Jim’s so loving and attentive. How could one silly story from a thoroughly maddening man I haven’t seen in 20 years give me the most amazingly intense orgasm in… well… in 20 years?

“Ok,” he typed. “It didn’t make you wet even a little bit?”

“It was just a story. Why is it so damned important to make me wet all the time?” she typed, as she once more began to get wet. For some reason, all he had to ever do was send her the word “wet” and it was like he turned on a spigot. This infuriated her.

“Because I’m obsessed with making you wet. Absolutely and completely obsessed. Making your glorious pussy, which I worship more than life itself, sloppy soaking wet is the only thing I ever think or care about anymore.”

“I guess that answers that.” She had leaned back and was slowly, rhythmically swiveling and thrusting her hips and squeezing and unsqueezing her increasingly lubricated bare upper thighs against one another. She let out a little moan.

“Not even a little bit?” he typed.

“Maybe a little bit.” Please not again. It’s so late, I’ve got a presentation in the morning, Jim probably wonders why I’m not in bed yet and I’m so sore from all this. But there was no use fighting it. She looked over to make sure the door of her study was still latched and then once more untied and opened her robe, letting both sides slip away, slumped down in her office chair, spread her legs and arched her hips. “Does that make you happy?”

“It makes me start to get hard again, is what it makes me…”

“Oh yeah? That’s a shame. What should we do about that?” She was once more working herself good.

“Christy… Oh God…”

“How hard are you now?”

“Impossibly.”

“Are you throbbing?” She was once more convulsing.

“I want you so bad, Christy. Oh Jesus… I can’t take it anymore.”

It was a couple of minutes before she could type anything else. After she once more finally stopped shuddering, tied her bathrobe and gathered herself, she typed, “Just two more weeks… I’ll be all yours for one whole night.”

“I don’t know if I can wait that long. It’s unbearable.”

“Try writing me another story, ok?”

“Will it make you wet?”

“Please don’t write that word again tonight. I’m serious.”

“Wet?”

“Nate!”

“Ok. I’m sorry. But will it?

“You never know.”

“Ok then. I’ll try.”

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Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?

I’m back again with another story. This is a follow-up to Coloring Outside The Lines, in which my wife convinced me to go to a mixer for bisexual swingers where I met a man who fucked me in the ass.

~~

Good morning baby,” my wife said sweetly as she scooted close to me.

“Morning,” I mumbled groggily when I felt her hand slide along my side, then around to where she could caress my chest. At the same time I felt her soft breasts press against my back, and the head of her dick touch my ass.

“I see you’re up,” I teased.

“Mmmm hmmm, I have morning wood,” she said sensually.

She puts on her strapon when she’s in the mood for topping me. I moaned softly to let her know that I was interested.

“How’s your bootyhole?” she asked me. “Is it still sore from the pounding that guy gave it at the bisexual mixer the other night?”

“It’s still a little tender, but it’ll be alright,” I answered and smiled sheepishly because I’m still a little uncomfortable about the implications to our marriage of my having allowed a man to fuck me.

“When I asked you about it that night you said his dick wasn’t too big for you,” she reminded me with a questioning tone.

“It wasn’t,” I replied honestly. “The head was pretty thick though, that’s what made me sore.”

“Been there done that,” she responded. “But it was my pussy that was stretched, not my ass.”

“Oh really,” I said while looking over my shoulder at her.

“I dated a guy for a minute whose dick was too thick for me,” she explained. “I took all of it, but I was sore for days afterwards, so I let him go after fucking him twice.”

“I still can’t believe you’re into all of this,” I said as she pressed her entire body against mine and raked her fingertips over my stomach.

“Why not?” she asked with a smirk.

“You were so prim and proper when I met you that’s why,” I teased her.

“That just goes to show that it’s possible to be adventurous and still be a lady. I’ve always been into roleplaying,” she said as she rested her chin on my shoulder.

“Really?” I responded, and I was genuinely surprised.

“Yep. I found out that I liked it when me and three of my girlfriends played husband and wife during sleepovers when we were fourteen. We pretended we were husbands and wives in bed.

“Let me guess, you were one of the husbands.”

“How’d you figure that out?” she asked playfully.

“Lucky guess I suppose… Um, not to sound creepy, but what did you and your girlfriends do?”

She giggled before saying, “You can’t ask what a group of fourteen year old girls did without sounding creepy.”

“Whatever,” I replied dismissively.

“I hate to disappoint you, but all that happened was we kissed with our mouths closed and dryhumped each other with our panties on… I’ll be honest with you though, when I got on top of the girl that pretended to be my wife my pussy would get wet when I hunched on her.

“Is that why you’d hump on me like a mutt sometimes?”

“Uh huh,” she replied.

“Hm, I thought you were just being silly,”

“I was pretending to be joking so that I could play it off if you’d gotten upset. I hunched on other trabzon escort guys I dated too; they’d laugh it off when I’d straddle their leg, but when I hugged them from behind and humped their ass they made me stop. You were the first one to let me grind on your butt as much as I wanted.

I rolled onto my back and saw that she was looking at me with a serious expression on her face as she spoke. “When I saw how passive you became while I was hunching on you, especially when I did it to your ass I realized it was doing something for you. I decided to hunch you from behind when we were in bed and you got the biggest hardon I’d seen you with… I didn’t know your dick could get that big.

“For a second there I thought you might be a sissy?”

“You did?” I asked while looking into her eyes.

“Yep, but then I thought about how much you seemed to love my pussy,” she stated and then laughed happily.

“Haha,” I laughed too.

Then she rubbed the length of my arm before saying, “That’s when I began to wonder what it’d be like to actually fuck you. So I did some research on straight men who like anal play, and that’s how I found out about pegging.

“Pegging,” I repeated questioningly.

“Yeah right; as if you don’t know what it is,” she teased. “Judging from your reaction to me hunching on you, don’t try to pretend that you never thought about getting fucked in the ass.”

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat trying to suppress the guilty look on my face.

“I just didn’t know it was called pegging,” I allowed.

“Mmmm hmm,” she responded with a smirk. “Anyway, the sites I found on the interwebs had pictures and videos of women fucking men with strapon dildos. That was my eureka moment. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and finally ordered the blue feeldoe.

“My pussy was wet from the moment I clicked send on the toy company’s website until it arrived. When I put it on, looked in the mirror and saw it poking out from between my legs I felt more aggressive. That’s why I had the nerve to tell you that I was going to fuck you when I wore it to bed the first time.”

She stopped talking and teased my earlobe and neck with her lips tongue and teeth then said, “Mmmm, you like it when I play with your nipples don’t you,” as she pinched and pulled on them some.

After a moment of teasing them her hand began to make its way down my belly toward my dick. It was already hard and pre-cum was flowing out of it when she rubbed her fingers over my pubes before cupping my balls and kneading them.

“I love how hard it gets when I wear my strapon,” she stated after grasping my hard dick and gently pumping it a few times.

“You’re leaking aren’t you,” she commented when she felt my slimy goo leaking out of it.

“I bet your booty is ready to get fucked,” she added then she moved her hand between my legs and found my asshole.

After massaging it for a few seconds she let go of me and reached for the lube. I rolled onto my side into my favorite position to take her she-cock. She spread my ass-cheeks and smeared the slippery stuff on my hole, then worked first one then two fingers through my inner ring before replacing them with the head of her cock.

She pegs me often and my ass can handle her she-cock easily, but as soon as the head started tunceli escort to enter my inner ring I noticed that it was a tighter fit than usual. I already love love love how it feels the first time her she-cock goes into my asshole, but when I felt the extra girth my dick throbbed involuntarily.

She went back to giving attention to my ear and neck with her mouth as she pumped her realistic dildo in and out of my asshole with a smooth rhythm. The sensation caused by the stretching of my inner sphincter and the head of her dildo pressing against my prostate felt glorious. But the reason I was moaning and groaning was from the feeling of being dominated every time her hips slammed against my ass and her she-cock plunged into my asshole.

She put it to me good for a few minutes and the big bulb on the feeldoe that was inside her pussy soon had her building toward her peak as well. When she grasped both of my hips and started fucking me with short powerful thrusts the pressure in my nuts built to critical mass. After a couple of moments of her strong fucking I groaned to let her know that I was close to cuming. She tightened her grip and started fucking me even harder which made me grunt like a bull moose. The way I was carrying on made her hump frantically until her body spasmed from her own orgasm and I came without my dick being touched

We laid there panting for air for a few minutes as we recovered from the intensity of our orgasms. She got up first and headed to the bathroom to wash her cock and I went to the water closet shortly afterwards. She was rinsing the soapy water off of the strapon harness when I joined her at the vanity moments later. That’s when I saw the black feeldoe dildo.

“So that’s why I felt so full,” I said when I saw it. “That’s not the same dildo you normally use.”

“Nope, the black one is thicker than the blue one,” she explained with a grin, “I wanted to step-up my game a little bit.” Then she giggled.

“It’s pretty thick,” I said as both a comment to her and as a general acknowledgment of its girth.

“Should I stick to using the smaller one on you?” she asked sounding concerned.

“No, it’s fine,” I replied.

“Size queen,” she said, teasing me.

“Speak for yourself,” I said. “On this one that part of it that goes inside of you is longer and thicker than my dick.” Then I raised an eyebrow at her.

“I’m not a size queen either,” she said as she struck a pose with one hand on her hip and her head tilted to the side. “I’m well pleased and satisfied with that little guy right there.”

“Women always tell their men that,” I said dismissively before brushing my teeth.

“Whatever,” she replied. “Just because men are superficial doesn’t mean women have to be.”

I had to admit that she had a point, which I acknowledge by grunting, then spat the frothy glob of toothpaste into the sink.

“Besides, you already know from your experience with the blue feeldoe that a smaller dick can be satisfying if it’s used right.”

“That’s true,” I acknowledged.

“And you use yours quite well, thank you very much,” she assured me.

“Thank you, but a bigger one feels different,” I countered.

“That’s fair,” she acknowledged as she left the bathroom to put the toy in the bottom drawer of her nightstand, uşak escort then she put on her packing cock.

I set about washing my backdoor to clean away the lube.

“So how does my strapon compare to the real deal, now that you’ve let a man fuck you?” she asked.

“Both have their good points,” I said to her truthfully, as I walked back into the bedroom and put on my lounge set.

“I think I know what you mean, but explain it to me anyway,” she requested.

“Okay,” I replied to her… “Let’s eat. Whose turn is it to make breakfast?”

“Yours…,” she replied.

I gave her a side-eye look as I was pretty sure it was her turn, but I didn’t argue the point.

“You pegging me is more satisfying emotionally than a random man fucking me with his dick, because you’re my wife,” I stated, getting back to the previous topic. “Physically it’s about the same… both dicks massage my prostate.”

“There is one other thing though,” I said hesitantly as I started breakfast.

“What is it?” she asked as she started the coffee maker.

“Do you still think I’m straight, now that I’ve had sex with a man?”

“Do you?” she countered.

“Yes,” I replied honestly.

“Then I think you are too,” she said reassuringly.

“You do?” I responded with a questioning tone in my voice.

“Of course,” she replied.

I then looked into her eyes and added, “But I liked being taken aggressively by someone stronger than me.”

“I’ve played with a girl before for basically the same reason, except that I was the dominant one, and I’m straight,” she said, surprising me.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I told you that I liked being the one on top when I played with my girlfriend.”

“Right” I acknowledged.

“Well, the summer after I graduated from high school.”

I arched an eyebrow at her.

“She was one of the girlfs from the sleepovers. “The two of us were always husband and wife.

“Okay,” I replied. My interest was obvious and from the look on her face I think she was happy to be telling me her secret.

“So what happen was,” she said with a mischievous smile. “There had been sexual tension between us every since we dryhumped, but we were too scared of how the other person would respond so we didn’t do anything about it until the summer after we graduated. Of course I was eightteen by then… this is Literotica after all.

Anyways, my parents allowed me to drink wine when I was at home. One day she came over and we drank some wine, then we ended up kissing and I started dry-humping her. After a few minutes of that our clothes came off and I ended up on top of her fucking her pussy with mine.

“After rubbing our clits together we ate each other out.”

“I had no idea you’d eaten pussy,” I said as the surprises kept coming. “I never thought it was your thing.”

“It’s not, I was curious and I’m so happy that I satisfied it,” she stated happily.

“Would you eat pussy again?”

“Possibly. I wouldn’t go looking for it, but if it were a situation where you and I were involved I’d do it.”

“Hm, is that so?”

“Yes sir.”

“Serve yourself,” I said as I sat the food on the table.

“Mmmm, it looks delicious thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, acknowledging her as I joined her at the table.

“This is good baby,” she said after eating some of it. “Anyway,” she continued. “I have another idea.”

“Dare I ask?” I said as I arched an eyebrow.

“There’s another mixer coming up… They’re going to have a gloryhole,” she announced, then she grinned mischievously.

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(Part 3) Coach & Divorcee – What You Want

Loosely based on real events. This is the 3rd of this story. Part 1 and Part 2 all lead up to this.

——————–

“All of the players have checked in. Tell the hotel your reservation is under Vicki S. A king size, single bed just like you wanted.”

I’d just finished dropping off my clothes and equipment to the hotel room for the soccer tournament. My team’s first game wasn’t until tomorrow afternoon, and I had seen other coaches and parents at the giant hotel bar. There was also the pool, and the beach. But…my mind was on Vicki. As if she knew, I got a text message.

“You missed the bar’s happy hour but that’s where I’ll be.”

It was barely over a week since Vicki and I had last had drinks, and I could practically taste her still. I’d tasted every inch of her in the office of the sports facility. Never been so turned on. But she’d left me hard, on edge, and helpless when her soon-to-be ex-husband had interrupted us about their kids. Now…Vicki was officially divorced.

Other parents and coaches were at the bar. Vicki and I locked eyes instantly — though she was deep in conversation with another mom, Cherri. The club owner, Ron, called me over and bought me a few drinks as I chatted with the other coaches about our schedules. Vicki walked right in the middle of us, her peppy smiled flashing at everyone.

“Hi, boys! Is everyone having a good time?”

She instantly had everyone’s attention and all eyes were very much on Vicki who wore her customary, tight yoga pants. Cherri joined her and announced:

“Vicki is celebrating — she joined team divorce. It’s much more fun here, right? So who’s buying drinks?”

Our boss, Ron, immediately bought everyone another round. I watched the other men’s expressions grow much more interested, and both Cherri and Vicki were looking at me teasingly. Now, I was annoyed, jealous, and aroused.

“If only I’d known I’d have bought you a big bottle of wine to celebrate,” I told Vicki sarcastically, stepping forward to say hello. I opened my arm and Vicki hugged me…and to my surprise Cherri hugged me too.

“I do love wine,” Vicki replied, smiling. “But I guess you owe me another bottle for my team manager skills so…”

“Or maybe,” I cut Vicki off. “You owe me for my….long hours in the office?”

Vicki’s eyes widened a little and Cherri giggled, smirking at the two of us. I could tell Cherri knew something was up the moment I came to the bar — so I figured I’d play a little back. I bought both of the ladies drinks.

“You know I don’t know what I’m going to do about you,” I leaned in and said low into Vicki’s ear. She turned to me, her smile becoming softer.

“In my experience, you need to do what you want. Whatever you really want.”

“Whatever I want?” I asked, nervous excitement rushing through me again.

“That’s right,’ Vick said, leaning back on the bar and watching me with a wry, daring look. “So, coach, what do you want?”

———

The moment we stepped into my hotel room I wrapped Vicki in my arms and we began to kiss. I’d been rock hard since the bar and was desperate not to waste time, especially remembering our interruption from the last time. She tasted delicious and sweet and my lips tingled as we touched, and my hands slid down her sides, underneath her yoga pants, grabbing her firm petite ass. I squeezed her ass roughly and she pulled back, smiling.

“So I guess this is what you want, huh?” She laughed.

“Not even close,” I growled, picking her up easily van escort and setting her on top of the kitchen counter. “I want these fucking clothes off, Vicki.”

“Then you’ll have to –“

Vicki gasped as I yanked her yoga pants down to her knees. Pushing her legs up, I pulled her pants off, exposing her gorgeous legs and pretty little ass — she wasn’t wearing any panties. Vicki flushed, covered herself, but kept smiling.

“You know — you owe me. But I’m not going to beg for it,” I warned her, gently pulling her into me so she could feel how hard I was.

“Well I’m not going to beg either,” she answered. “But you should take those pants off.”

As I backed up, pulling my shirt off and unbuckling my belt, Vicki climbed down from the counter and onto her knees in front of me. She began kissing my abs and her fingers trailed down my side to my waist. My cock popped free, big and hard, and Vicki gasped a little, grinning.

“Show off. But it is even bigger in person.” She grabbed it with both hands and I tensed, already throbbing. She put the tip to her lips, sucking gently on the head, using both her hands to work the length. Then she hold on to my hips and began licking along it, all the way to my balls, sucking them, and licking slowly back to the head of my cock.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked her, smiling.

“Very much. Are you sure you can handle me?” She teased.

“Are you sure you can handle me, is the question,” I countered.

Instead of answering, Vicki took my cock in her mouth, sliding it along her tongue. She worked her way back and forth to almost half way. I groaned as her wet, warm tongue sent waves through me. Then she pulled back, gasping, wiping her mouth, but still smiling.

“Damn. A mouthful, baby,” she exclaimed stroking me.

Vicki took me in her mouth again, faster this time. Grabbing my ass as she pushed my cock deep in her mouth, she got almost all the way before gasping and pulling back. Instantly she went deep again. And again.

“Fuck.” My hands tangled in her curls as her mouth moved up and down.

I could feel the pleasure building, my muscles flexing. Then I felt her pull back, nails clawing my ass.

“Fuck me. Almost got it all the way that time — enjoying yourself?” Vicki asked, winking and wiping her mouth.

I pulled her to her feet, kissing her deeply and forcefully. “Why they fuck do you still have clothes on?” I asked, pulling her tank top over her head.

If even possible, I got more turned on at having Vicki completely naked, smiling innocently at me. Runner’s body — she never got tired of telling me about her soccer mom workouts — skin lightly tan everywhere, with little freckles all over. Her breasts were small and full, perky. I kissed her nipple, biting it gently, wrapping one arm around her waist.

“Oh god, please. I told you I’m not going to beg you for it…” she breathed, eyes closed.

“Beg for what?” I asked my hand sliding down between her legs, feeling how wet she was.

“…to give it to me…inside me…”

Sliding my fingers inside her and grabbing her ass, I picked Vicki up. “You did order me a king size bed,” I reminded her. Vicki smiled burying her head in my chest as I carried her into the bedroom.

“I want to make you beg for it,” I growled to her, laying her down on the bed.

“No, no — this is the queen’s bed now,” She teased, crossing her tan, toned legs and propping her manicured feet against my chest.

“Don’t think so,” I grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge yalova escort of the bed, my cock pressing against her crossed legs. “Can you handle me?” I teased her.

“Don’t keep me waiting. I’m not going to be–ahhh,” Vicki moaned as I pushed my cock inside her. Her wetness covered me, but she was so tight. She moaned excitedly with every inch as my cock went deeper and deeper. I grit my teeth as I felt her pussy clenching around my dick, tight and wet and ready. I rocked back and forth, feeling her ache with each push. I was careful not to get too deep, not until she was ready. Not until she was begging for it.

I leaned over her, watching her bite her lip, that smile always for me. She reached for my hands and I grabbed her wrists, pulling her pretty body closer to me. She couldn’t resist. I beg fucking her deeper, still slowly. Her smooth skin flushed warm.

“Oh, fuu– yes, baby, harder, baby,” Vicki whispered breathlessly. “Ah, fuuuck.”

I pushed my cock all the way insider her until her ass cheeks touched my thighs. I’d never been so turned on, or been with anyone who made me feel so aggressive, electrified. She was gorgeous. “I don’t give a fuck if you beg,” I told her. “But I’m going to make you cum harder than you ever have.”

“Oh, yes, uh, uh…” Her ass slapped against my legs with each thrust. I pulled her into me, her smooth legs sliding along my chest and her perky tits bouncing. Deep and short. Again and again, getting faster.

“Yes, yes.”

I began fucking her longer, pulling back and pushing deeper with bigger and bigger strokes. Vicki’s head rolled back and mouth came open and I could feel her pulse racing. I kissed her legs, biting the vanilla-scented skin. “Fuck.”

The bed shook as I went harder, blood rushing like fire inside me. She was tight and slick and I could feel every inch of her as my cock slid in and out. Her body tensed, muscles contracting, and a twitch trembled through her body. She was close…

“Almost, please! Yes, please!” Vicki exclaimed, grabbing my wrists and pulling herself in to me. “Please, please, YES!”

Her legs uncrossed, straightening as the orgasm hit her. I didn’t stop and kept fucking her, wrapping her legs in my arms. I could feel her shaking and shaking, hands pulling at the bedsheets. I slowed as her body began to relax again. She was panting, trying to say something: “A break…please…I need a break…please…”

I growled as she turned to crawl further onto the bed. I loved watching her pretty ass, and still wanted to fuck. The mix of manly pride at how quickly she’d cum and my unsated arousal was intoxicating. I climbed onto the bed beside her. “Fine, baby. But don’t you tell me you’re done. I want to play with your pretty ass all night.”

Smiling contentedly, Vick stuck her ass up in the air teasingly. I spanked her, slapping her toned cheek hard. She yelped, twisting away in surprise. Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Hey, control yourself, coach!” She protested, but she stuck her butt up in the air again.

I smacked her ass again, laughing. Vick rolled closer to me, kissing me fiercely. “That’s a royal ass you are smacking.”

“Royally red,” I joked, smirking.

” — you’re getting cocky. I need to even things up again,” she said, pushing me onto my back and straddling me.

“Sure you can handle it?” I teased her again.

“I’m the queen aren’t I?” Vicki slide back on top of me, and I felt her grab hold of my still hard cock. Locking eyes with me, she bit her lip as she rose up off my hips and slowly çorlu escort lowered herself on top of my dick. She gasped, bracing her hands on my leg and stomach.

My cock and her pussy were both still soaking wet and she slid down easier than before, though I still felt every tight inch. Vicki began to grind on me, riding back and forth. “Damn, that’s deep. Oh, damn. I haven’t done this…very much…” She admitted. She placed both hands on my chest and pushed back, hips rolling my cock around inside her and making me groan.

“Well you’re fucking fantastic at it,” I told her truthfully.

Emboldened at the compliment, Vicki sat back, taking me deep inside her, pulling her hands back above her head to show off her nakedness.

“Do I pass the fitness test, coach?” she asked. Her hips rode back and forth, getting faster.

“The body of a model — but I want to see how long you can last,” I grinned. I began fucking up from beneath her, causing her to brace herself on my chest again. I grabbed her her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“Let’s….see…how long…you…last,” Vicki murmured, leaning her head against mine as her body rose into the air as I thrust into her. Then she began to kiss my neck, my ears, and shivers coursed through me. It was my turn to gasp and she jumped at the chance.

“Found your weak spot!”

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage as I grabbed her ass. She began riding me harder, tongue trailing along my neck, biting me. Reaching back she gently grabbed my balls, her other hand grabbing my hair and pulling roughly. It was so fucking hot. I smacked her ass hard. And again.

“You like that ass, baby?” Vicki asked, kissing my neck.

“I’m going to bend you over after this,” I warned her.

“Uh…uh huh….yes, yes…” Vicki’s body was tensing up again, her grinding was slowing. I didn’t let her stop. I began pounding into her faster, driving her into the climax. “Oh, fuuu–agaaaain.”

She sat up, leaning back with both hands on my thighs as we fucked her into orgasm. She squealed, clenching her knees together as her body jerked, as a spasm rushed through her. “Don’t stop! I want you to cum, baby,” she told me. As she began coming down from the climax, I sat up. Grabbing her by the hair, I rolled her off of me and pushed her into the pillows, ass up in the air.

The tension built up inside me screamed to release. To keep fucking her. I wanted her — all of her, all not. I gripped her hips, shoving my cock inside her creamy pussy.

“You are really trying to get me fucked up, huh?” I growled.

“It’s fun to get you so riled up,” Vicki giggled softly. “Do I have to beg you to stop being gentle or — mmmffff!” Her words muffled as I clapped my hand over her mouth, driving my cock in deep. She was trying to make me lose control and it was working. I began pumping her from behind, her ass slapping against my hips. She grabbed my wrist, sucking on my fingers with one hand as I pinned her other arm behind her back.

“Oh, uh, uh, yes — fuck,” Vicki grunted.

I fucked harder, my balls slapping against her. I could feel her legs twitch, wired from the last orgasm. Both hands in her hair, I pulled back roughly, biting her neck, before pushing her back down. With both hands, I slapped down on her ass. “Fuck.”

All the tension and pleasure exploded as I came insider her. I grunted, gritting my teeth as my body slammed in Vicki, lost in the moment. Vaguely, I heard her moan and shiver as well — triggering her to climax again. As we caught our breath, Vicki rolled over, angelic smile bright enough to dazzle the devil himself.

“I am the best team manager ever aren’t I?” She asked, laughing.

“No contest. And the night is only getting started,” I agreed as I pulled her closer.

(I think there will also be a PART 4 now — so to be continued…)

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It was about three in the morning when he suddenly awoke. The red LED clock in the corner confirmed the time. For a moment he struggled to remember where he was. The vague idea that he was now in Delhi, slowly turned into certainty that he was right. Of course, this was the Taj Hotel Delhi. It’s your own fault you can’t remember and that you have a raging thirst, he thought. God, he needed some water. How many bottles of Prosecco had they drunk last night? But it had been a good night; if ultimately frustrating.

For them both it had been a very tough week. He hesitated for a moment, thinking he should put a shirt on. It was way too early to be worrying about such things. Laughing at his shyness, he headed out of the bedroom to find the fridge.

This was some hotel room. It was called the Presidential suite, an upgrade because of some booking problem but it was a great treat. Other rooms would have a minibar but no this had an American-style larder-fridge. They had done seven meetings, in five days, across five cities. A brutal schedule, but at least they had a nice hotel to end the trip in and the upgrade had been very welcome. He had been debating about staying another night, had even got as far as checking out whether it was possible but then had chickened out suggesting it. If she had said no, he would have to stay here alone and that seemed like no fun. It would also rob him of the journey home together.

There had been several moments last night when he could have suggested it, but he had let it slide. You might think he had chickened out, and he had, but deep down he knew it was both inappropriate and dangerous. Just too risky, he had decided then, but now he was regretting it.

The rooms were dully lit from the glare of the city outside, so he proceeded without turning any lights on, as he headed from his bedroom. He stopped short as he entered the palatial lounge/ kitchen. Diana had beaten him to the fridge and was bending over, retrieving some water from it. For a moment he froze, distracted by her wonderful ass in the very tight and very short shorts she was wearing. The light from the fridge placed her in a kind of yellow spotlight which showed off her tight backside very nicely. Suddenly he could feel that his heart was racing, but whether this was excitement or fear he was not sure. Ideas about fate and chances swirled through his head in a muddled mix of thoughts. And then the sensible side of his mind spoke.

Go back quietly to your room he told himself, but before he could move, Diana became aware of him standing there. The result was disastrous. She screamed very loudly, and the bottle fell to the floor, shattering on the hard-tiled surface. Water and more worrying glass scattering all around her.

“Shit,” she said, looking down at the mess around her.

“Don’t move! Stay right there!” He ordered. “Just let me get some shoes.”

“Brian, what the fuck are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” She yelled angrily after him, but when he returned with shoes on his feet, they looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing. “Oh crap,” she said, looking down again at the floor, “I think I am stuck.” Brian was willing his eyes to keep looking at her face, aware that she had a top on that left her midriff bare and did nothing to disguise the fact that she had wonderfully large breasts. Her eyes dropped to the floor which gave him a moment to sneak a quick lecherous look. Her nipples were poking through the top. It was obvious she was bra-less. Her eyes were back on him now and he made his eyes snap back up to her face. She smiled. “You could have brought me a gown from one of the wardrobes.” She said. “You know Brian Large; you are perhaps not the gentleman you think you are.” The words were spoken in a very measured way, but he did not doubt she was teasing him, rather than still being angry.

The reference to him being a gentleman was from the way he had convinced her to stay in the Presidential Suite with him. Of course, it had been a little awkward for both of them, the idea of having a work colleague effectively sharing your hotel room. Even if it was like an apartment, with three ensuite bedrooms and a separate lounge. They had debated for a while about it. They had played a kind of silly game because they both knew they were not going to give this opportunity up. World leaders and celebrities had stayed in this room and anyway this was the only available one. In the end, he had told her he was always the perfect gentleman; they had laughed and had taken the key to the room.

“I’ll show you what a gentleman I am,” he said, stepping across to her, glass crunching under his shoes as he did. He grabbed a fresh bottle of water from the fridge and then he stooped down and with one easy movement he picked Diana up.

“What? No! Put me down!” She squealed, kicking her legs. “Put me down,” she repeated over and over, in the same high-pitched voice. As he turned, he managed to kick the urfa escort fridge door closed and despite her protests, he made sure she was safely clear of any glass on the floor before placing her gently back onto the ground.

“There you go milady,” he said, and with a mock bow, he handed her the bottle of water, having undone the lid for her as he lowered his head.

“Hmmmmm,” she said, staring hard at him. At the same time, she self-consciously pulled at her top, trying to cover a little more of her stomach. This just had the effect of tightening the material across her chest, making the size and shape of her breasts, not to mention her nipples more defined. Diane stood for a moment thrown by what had just happened and unsure whether to be angry or amused. For the moment she could not think of a response. In the end, she settled for, “a gentleman would get a lady a glass,” as her response. She took a long drink. The raising of her head and stretching of her body gave Brian another wonderous view of her breasts and protruding nipples. When she took the bottle away from her mouth, she stared at him again. Brian had the feeling; she knew exactly the impure thoughts he was having. In reality, though her heart was beating as fast as his now and she was aware of a sense of thrilling danger. “Guess you couldn’t sleep either?” She said, hoping that sounded a casual thing to say. “Thirsty?” And when Brian nodded, she handed him the bottle. He found drinking from the same bottle as her, appealed to him a lot, and not just because he was thirsty.

He drank long and deep.

Diane for the first time took a long look at Brian. Dropping the bottle had meant she had not registered that he had no shirt on until he had picked her up. Then pressed against his muscular chest, she was very aware of how close he was. His athletic physic and the strong musky smell of his cologne. Now she had noticed there was also a distracting bulge in his pyjamas and was finding it hard to keep her eyes from it. She realised suddenly he had stopped drinking and was now looking at her, as she was staring at his groin. Again, their eyes met, and it was her turn to worry that her impure thoughts were obvious.

This was all very awkward, two work colleagues bumping into each other in the kitchen, while neither of them was decently dressed. Diane knew she should get out of there, and yet she could not bear the idea of just going back to her room. She was not sleepy, and this was the last night before they both went back home, and she went back to the agency. To what now seemed like her dull life. It seemed weird that a week ago she had not even met Brian. The job from the agency had popped up out of the blue. It had sounded exciting. Organising and supporting him during his business trip across India. She had never been to India, or anywhere else for that matter. The agency had said they could sort a visa and even her boyfriend had been supportive. Maybe that was not so surprising. He was always about the money and through the agency Brian was paying her extremely well.

“Shall we sit and talk for a bit,” he said, cutting across her thoughts. She was thrilled that he had the same idea she had and had saved her from making the suggestion.

“Let’s put some clothes on first,” she said defensively. God, had her eyes flicked to his groin again as she said that? She decided to move so he could not see her face and so she walked quickly past him.

Brian’s thoughts were similar. Were his feelings showing on his face? This was what was going through his mind as he agreed. When he turned too, she looked back at him. She could not help herself and he was correct when he became certain that his face was betraying what he was feeling. Especially when she added softly.

“Don’t worry I will be back in a moment.” However, it was much more than a moment. He had quickly put on a tee-shirt and returned to the lounge. For Diane what to wear was a big dilemma, even though she told herself she was being ridiculous. Put on some jeans and a sweater she told herself? After all, that was what she should do, but somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to. She was now sure he wanted her and could not resist the feeling that she liked that and wanted it to continue. Of course, they were not about to do anything, she firmly told herself. She had a boyfriend and he had a wife, and anyway it would be unprofessional. She worked for him. Not after tonight! The last thought instantly overwriting the previous one, but she pushed it away. Diane settled for the idea that she could still enjoy the sexual tension that was between them, without feeling any guilt or anything happening.

All too soon they would be heading to the airport and then they would never see each other again.

In the end, she settled for a white fluffy robe. There was one in each bedroom. It still seemed risqué, but she liked that. A bed robe was not the sort of thing a work colleague saw you sivas escort in but on the other hand apart from her legs, she was covered. There was no more or less leg on show than some of the skirts she had worn that week. Finally, she returned to the lounge, robe wrapped tightly around her waist. She found Brian on his knees cleaning up the mess in the kitchen with a dustpan and brush.

“Oh my god let me do that,” she said. Dropping to her knees so she was beside him and ignoring his warnings about, “mind the glass!” They briefly fought over doing the cleaning, but Diane quickly lost the argument as she had no way of helping. She still wanted to offer moral support, so she stayed by him, as he scooped up the last of the mess. He had already thrown one lot of glass in the bin. As he worked, he took a deep breath and asked the question that he had been plucking up the courage to ask.

“Would you come and help me on my next trip?” He blurted out and turned to look at her. Diane was thrown by the suddenness of the question and the out of the blue offer. Brian took the opportunity to stand up. He still only had his pyjama bottoms on. The bulge as she called it in her mind was at eye level and now very close. So distracted was she, that she did not realise that her gown had come open and Brian was looking straight down at her breasts. Her own eyes dropped to the ground, as the words both thrilling and threatening sank in.

Brian smiled; good she still wore the cropped top. The one she had been wearing earlier and he could not take his eyes from those hard nipples poking through. “Come and work for me full time,” he added. Brian could not stop making a gulping sound, while saying the last word, betraying how nervous he felt. However, it was a relief to find the courage from somewhere to say what he wanted to. He had concluded it was not another day he wanted, he wanted her to work full time for him. He had learned this week; he badly needed an assistant and Diane was good at all the things he was bad at. If she was easy on the eye, then that didn’t do any harm either.

“Gosh,” she said in surprise. This second revelation meant her eyes rose, they paused at his waist and then came up to his eyes. They both blushed as they absorbed the awkwardness in the room. The sexual tension in the air ratcheted up a notch. Diane rose too, and her hands fumbled as she tried to regain some dignity by rewrapping her robe around her. Why had she not just gone back to bed? Why could she not stop picturing Brian topless? Why did her mind keep going back to that bulge? She finally finished trying to wrap the robe around her but within seconds it just fell open again. “I don’t think carrying on working with you is a good idea,” she finally said, and disappointment washed all over her. Inevitably he looked hurt, but way more wounded than she was prepared for and of course he asked for an explanation.

“Well,” she said very carefully. “I really like you.” Oh god, that was just making it worse. Wasn’t that what people always said? I really like you… but. “I really like you,” she repeated slowly, playing for time. God the look on his face was unbearable and so wanting to ease his hurt and to say something she added, “too much.” He frowned. “I like you too much and in the wrong way.” She added. Diane still felt the need to continue. “If I worked for you,” she said in a very measured way. “Perhaps not today, maybe not even next time but sooner or later we will end up sleeping together.” Then finally in control and feeling like this was a good approach she finished with. “You Mr. Brian Large are a gentleman but a very dangerous gentleman. Oh, dam I wish this bloody robe would stay in place. Give me a moment!”

As she had been speaking, he had finally finished clearing up. So, he tossed the dustpan and brush on the side. Diane turned to retreat and as she did, he gently but firmly grabbed her arm.

“Let me go, Brian,” she said turning back. “I am sorry okay,” she added, although she had no idea what she was sorry for. All she felt was an overwhelming sadness and disappointment.

“You know I want you very much,” he said quietly.

“I know,” she whispered back, looking unhappy. “That’s what I am saying. That’s why it makes it so dangerous. You and me wanting each other so much.” In her nervousness, she managed to stumble slightly. She put out her arm to steady herself, resting on the kitchen top. Brian smiled and he took a step towards her. “Don’t,” she said fearing what he might do and whether she had the will to resist. For a moment, unsure what else to do and feeling overwhelmed she placed her head on his shoulder.

“Hold me,” she said, adding quietly, “I am frightened, Brian. I love my boyfriend,” she added, “and you have a wife. We can’t do this. It isn’t right.” The words came out so slowly and with lots of pauses that were not necessarily in the right places to make sense. This was because he was holding her so tekirdağ escort tightly, she could barely breathe, but god she loved it. She felt so small in his arms but strangely safe and secure. Brian observed that she was making no sense. “You know what I mean,” she said in a whisper and lifted her head from his shoulder.

Their eyes met in a long and lingering stare. Brian smiled weakly and put a finger on her bare stomach just above her waist. His eyes narrowed as Diane closed hers and breathed in very deeply and very slowly before finally exhaling.

“Don’t Brian,” she said, “please don’t.” But she knew she sounded unconvincing. A thrill went through her, as she thought about how easily this particular top came undone. It had buttons down the middle. The material and buttons were already under considerable strain wrapped tightly across her 34E tits. She held her breath as his hand moved cautiously up her stomach to the bottom of her top. The world seemed suddenly so still and quiet, the only sound the ticking of a clock on the wall. This made her aware of each second very slowly passing. And yet Diane was unable to move as Brian’s finger slipped underneath her top. He felt her breathe in deeply again. Brian tensing for a reaction as he gently twisted his finger. The bottom-most button came easily undone and a fraction of a second later the next one came apart as well. The slightest of tugs opened the next two, leaving just another two holding the top across her chest. The very top one had been open anyway.

He pulled his hand away. Diane let out an audible sigh as she finally exhaled.

“Do you?” He said casually.

“Do I what?” she said, thrown by a sudden unclear question to answer when she had been so lost in the events unfolding.

“Love your boyfriend?” Brian said mechanically. His right hand was now lightly stroking her right breast, through the material of her top and Diane was struggling to focus on anything other than two opposite forces fighting in her head. He smiled, noting the nipple that had always been poking through the top was now rock hard.

Walk away and stop this madness from continuing Diane told herself.

“But he is my boyfriend,” she managed to say. It was lame and of course not an answer. Or was it? Robbed of concentration she did not want an argument about whether she loved her boyfriend or not. Anyway, right now she was painfully aware of how much she had moaned on about him during the past week. Diane was also thinking about how suddenly full of faults he seemed and boring compared to Brian, and the opportunity being offered. Then the other side of her head-butted in again and told her sternly that this was wrong and should not be happening.

She lifted her hand and placed it on his, meaning to stop him stroking her tits, but he brushed it away. This seemed to evaporate the little will she had to try and interrupt him from doing what he was doing. The problem was it felt so good.

“But he is not here,” Brian said, and with a swift movement, he placed two hands on her bare waist and moved her around, so she was pressed against the fridge. There was a sense of being hemmed in that left Diane struggling with the idea that she liked being trapped. Pull yourself together she told herself. Nothing has happened yet. Stop it before it does!

“I know he is not here,” she said. “But that does not,” Her voice faltered because Brian’s hands were all over her body now and his face had a look of concentration on it which got her attention. Like he was checking her out. Assessing her. She knew she should be cross at this treatment. She was not a piece of meat, but she could not help but want him. Diane could see he liked what he saw and that excited her. Then the other side of her head-butted in. “What about your wife for one thing?” She said, trying to sound stern, but she knew it had come out as a weak and pathetic. His hands were either side of her face now.

“I don’t think you give any more of a fuck about my wife than I do about your boyfriend,” he said. The harshness of that jolted her back to reality for just a moment. That wasn’t true, was it? In the same instance, she gasped realising what he was going to do. Diane’s eyes widened as she watched his hands go down again to her top. They moved fast but it still felt like slow motion to her. Her hands rose to stop him but again she allowed him to easily brush them away and they fell limply to her sides.

“No,” she whispered but he made no reaction to her feeble protest. Very slowly and deliberately his fingers slipped the remaining two buttons open. For a moment he held the two now separated sides of the top together. Diane held her breath and then with a smile, he opened it, revealing her tits.

“You have beautiful breasts,” he said, looking down for just a moment and instantly cupping them in his hands. Diane once again found that she was delighted at what he had said and his fingers touching them brought them instantly alive. Every gentle touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. From far away a thought wandered through her mind that she should be angry or at least self-conscious about what he was doing but she was not. Slowly his hands caressed her chest, one hand on each bare breast.

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That evening after dinner, I started back to work on my book. At first, the going was slow but soon the words started pouring through my fingers onto the keyboard. I was composing on the fly just like I had done when I first started writing my stories. I felt a renewed vigor coursing through my mind as my newest story began unfolding.

“What’re you smiling about?” My grandfather inquired from his comfortable recliner in the office.

“Oh nothing.” I replied. “My story just seems to be coming together all of a sudden.”

“Is it a western?” He asked, grinning. “I’d like to see you write a good western. Like a John Wayne movie.”

“Sorry, it’s not a western.” I answered. “Maybe someday I’ll write one especially for you.”

“Well, don’t wait too long.” J.D. kidded. “I wanna still be alive to read it. And, don’t put a lot of that sex stuff in it either! Cowboys never had much sex in the old west.”

The mention of cowboys having sex reminded me of my scheduled rendevous with Cody later that evening. My fingers started tripping over the keys, making several typographical errors. I slowed my typing pace down, trying to concentrate but dreaded thoughts of having to keep my agreement interrupted my progress.

I kept watching the digital clock in the right-hand corner of the monitor as it ticked off the minutes towards 10pm. I tried to remember the last time I was with anyone. It had been so long I could barely remember who it was, let alone when it was. Thoughts of not showing up at Cody’s trailer fought thoughts of just trying to talk him out of the stupid situation.

“Surely, he’d let me off the hook if I ask him.” I thought. “He’s too much of a gentleman to force me to have sex with him.”

As the clock clicked 9:00pm, I decided it best to prepare myself for the worse. Shutting down my laptop computer, I put it aside for the night.

“I’m gonna grab a shower.” I remarked to my grandfather. “Maybe, I’ll run down to the barn before bed and check on the horses.”

“Cody usually checks on the horses before he goes to bed.” J.D. asserted. “You don’t have to worry about them.”

“Well, I need to talk to him about the calf sale this Friday.” I commented. “We should probably discuss what breed of cows we want.”

“Can’t that wait till tomorrow?” My grandfather asked.

“Unless…..you just want to spend some time with him.” He added, grinning. “I do think ole Cody’s got a thing for you.”

I couldn’t think of anything to counter with so I quickly slipped out of the office. After showering and fixing my hair and make-up, I slipped on a pair of dress slacks and a frilly blouse. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to look sexy or trying to look innocent!

Before leaving the house, I checked on my grandfather. He was still sitting in his recliner, watching one of his favorite westerns.

“See ya in the morning.” He remarked, not bothering to look away from the television.

“Don’t forget. Breakfast is at 6am.” He added. “I’ll expect you to be at breakfast with the ranch-hands each and every morning.”

“I’ll be at breakfast. Don’t worry.” I responded, picking up my cigarettes and lighter.

Walking down the hill towards Cody’s trailer, I kept thinking of what I could say to talk him out of the situation. I nervously lit up a cigarette before approaching the door to his camper, taking a couple of quick, hard drags off it.

“You’re right on time.” Cody greeted, gesturing me to enter.

Stepping up into the travel trailer, I immediately noticed its tidiness and luxurious appointments. Its spacious interior and carpeted flooring were highlighted by its light oak cabinetry and stylish furnishings. The travel trailer had two expanding walls, one for the combination livingroom, dining area and another for the bedroom.

“We should probably discuss the upcoming calf sale and what we need to look for.” I suggested, placing my cigarettes and lighter on the kitchen counter.

“We can do that tomorrow.” Cody responded. “We don’t need to discuss it tonight.”

“There’s one of my shirts on the bed.” He stated. “Take off your clothes and put it on. I’ll open up a couple beers while you’re changing.”

I stood frozen, unable to comply with his command. Cody just stood there, staring at me for a brief moment.

“Well! I’m waiting!” He spoke out angrily. “What’s your hold-up?”

I turned and walked quickly to the rear bedroom of the trailer. On the bed was a man’s white dress shirt, way too large for Cody, let alone me. Taking off my clothes, I placed them on a shelf in the large closet that ran the width of the bedroom. I kept my panties on but slipped off my bra. Putting the shirt on, I buttoned it the entire length and rolled up the sleeves till they were above my wrists. The shirt was long enough that it came almost halfway down to my knees.

Thoughts of trying to reason with Cody were dashed from my mind as I looked at myself in the closet door mirror.

As I walked back to the front of the trailer, Cody scanned his eyes over me from head to toe.

“I rize escort hope you like beer.” He remarked, handing me a glass. “I wasn’t sure of what kind of wine to get so I bought beer instead.”

“I hope you bought plenty cause you’re going to have to get me pretty drunk.” I countered, lighting up a cigarette.

“I’m not planning on getting you drunk, just relaxed.” Cody commented.

The two of us sat together on the couch, sipping the cold beer. I sat sideways with my legs curled beneath me. Cody could sense my anxiety. I was hoping he’d call off the charade but I had a feeling he wasn’t about to. I wasn’t about to plead with him either

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Cody murmured, toying with my hair. “I couldn’t get you off my mind.”

“Bet you can’t wait to make me number six on your list of conquests.” I smarted back.

“Actually, I can’t wait to change your outlook on sex.” He countered, taking the glass from my hand.

Cody’s next move was to lean into me for a kiss. At first, I started to pull back but I couldn’t resist the temptation to let him put his lips on mine. My lips responded as if they had a will of their own. Cody’s moist lips pressed lightly against mine. I savored the tender kiss, allowing it to prolong. Our lips compressed harder as our kisses became much more passionate. My urge to pull away was the farthest thing from my mind.

Cody’s hand worked at the buttons of the oversize shirt till he had it completely unbuttoned. The cool breeze from the overhead air conditioner wafted across my sensitive nipples, causing them to grow erect. Cody’s hand slipped beneath the shirt, clenching my waist. As we continued kissing, I could feel his calloused hand sliding upwards towards my breasts. Thoughts of stopping him never crossed my mind. My lips lightly chewed on his as I taunted him with my mouth.

Feeling my firm breasts being gently massaged and squeezed heightened my sexual desires. Cody’s gentle hand stimulated my soft skin. His fingers tweaked my nipples bringing a gasp from my lips. Cody’s lips kissed along my neck, making their way slowly towards my sensitive earlobes. My body tensed when his tongue licked at my ear.

Cody’s lips moved quickly to my nipples. Flicking his hot tongue over the hard projections had me gasping and moaning aloud. I murmured Cody’s name over and over, almost incoherently. Cody sucked on each nipple, pulling ever so lightly on them. My hand, at the back of his head, crushed his face into my breasts.

Cody’s left hand brushed lightly over the nylon material of my white bikini panties. I grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand between my legs. My juices were flowing, saturating my panties.

“Let’s go back to the bedroom.” Cody murmured.

I barely nodded my head, complying with his suggestion. Cody pulled me from the couch, guiding me down the narrow hallway to the bedroom. He slipped the shirt from my shoulders, tossing it to the bedroom floor.

“Face down on the bed.” He commanded. “I wanna look at your ass.”

I stretched out on the cool sheets, lying on my tummy. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched Cody getting undressed. He wasted no time as he flung his clothes off. I was growing warmer as my eyes feasted on his naked and very masculine body. His tight briefs were bulging, constraining his already hard cock.

“On or off?” He jested, tugging at the elastic waistband of his briefs.

“Off!” I exclaimed. “I want you naked!”

Cody shoved his white briefs down his legs, kicking them off. His beautiful cock protruded proudly from his athletic body. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he climbed onto the bed with me.

I rolled over onto my back, immediately being pulled into Cody’s warm embrace. We continued kissing passionately. My hands gripped Cody’s shoulders, holding him against me. He slipped his hand inside my panties, brushing his fingers lightly over my trimmed pubic hair. My legs spread slightly apart allowing him access to my pussy. His forefinger rubbed over my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Cody, do me now.” I pleaded.

Cody pushed my panties down, baring my pussy to his gaze. He wasted no time removing my panties, tossing them to the floor. Cody spread my legs open wide, embarrassing me with his evil grin. His rough hands brushed upwards along my legs, holding me in position. I cringed when he began kissing around the lips of my pussy. For some unknown reason I couldn’t relax and enjoy his oral stimulations.

Cody probed his tongue inside my pussy but I fought against him. My hands pushed against his forehead, trying to get him to stop. Cody grabbed my hands, entwining our fingers. He pulled me against his mouth, snaking his tongue in and out of my pussy. The astonishing orgasm came unexpectedly. I bucked against Cody’s face, grinding myself into him. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming out but I couldn’t contain myself.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I screamed. “Stopppppppppppp”

Cody sakarya escort prolonged my sexual pleasure with darting stabs at my sensitive clit. My body went rigid as the continuing orgasm sent shock waves throughout my body. I was shaking and trembling even as the orgasm slowly dissipated. It felt like all the strength had been pulled from my body. I choked and fought to regain my breath.

Lying there completely helpless, Cody used it to his advantage. Grasping his hard cock, he guided it towards my pussy. I felt the mushroom-shaped head of his cock slip between the lips of my pussy. Lubricated with my juices, his manhood pressed into me. The feel of a hard cock spreading my pussy was something I’d all but forgotten. Cody worked his cock deeper with each stroke.

Feeling his warm balls against my ass, I opened my eyes. The cowboy was smiling down at me. Leaning down, we kissed lovingly. Expecting Cody to fuck me like an animal I was prepared to ride him out. Instead, he stroked his hard cock slowly in and out of my pussy, prolonging our sexual encounter. Our eyes locked on each other’s. I grasped Cody’s upper arms, steadying him, as he plunged into me with deliberate strokes.

We fucked each other with a steady rhythm, slow at first, gradually increasing our tempo. My fingers were holding onto Cody tighter the harder and faster we fucked each other. Again, my body and its long-sleeping desires were winning out. I could feel another orgasm building deep within my body.

My widening eyes were a clear indication to Cody he was about to bring me off once again. With gritting teeth, he fucked me hard and fast, plunging his cock into me with a vengeance. My orgasm triggered, sending me into another world filled with sexual fulfillment. I convulsed uncontrollably, gripping Cody with my legs. His hot cum spewed deep inside my pussy, mixing with my own hot juices. Muffled cries of pleasure escaped from my lips as the orgasm continued for several long moments. Cody pulled me up into his arms, still impaled on his hard cock. I held onto him, never wanting to let go.

Perspiration from Cody’s face trickled onto my back. He rocked me like a child, soothing my expended body. The combined heat from our bodies warmed us in our close embrace.

“God! That was awesome!” Cody whispered in my ear.

Unable to verbally respond, I squeezed his body, assenting my agreement. My own personal happiness wasn’t because I’d been sexually satisfied but knowing that I’d been able to fulfill Cody’s sexual needs. It was the personal satisfaction that I received from fulfilling my lover’s desires that was most important.

Laying me gently back onto the bed, Cody kissed me tenderly. My lips responded to his, not wantonly but lovingly.

After washing ourselves off and changing the bed linen, we snuggled together. The howling of coyotes off in the distant were the only sounds we heard as we slowly drifted off to sleep. Cody’s warm embrace and satiated body were all the comfort I needed.

A few hours later, Cody gently wakened me. I wasn’t sure what time it was nor did I care. We shared another extraordinary sexual experience that left us both breathless and totally exhausted. Cody’s warm cum oozed from my pussy onto the sheets. Cuddled in each other’s arms, we lay together without falling asleep.

“What’re you thinking about?” Cody murmured.

“Just thinking about the ranch.” I whispered, rubbing my hand lightly over his chest.

“What!” He exclaimed. “You mean you’re not thinking about me?”

“Of course, I was thinking about you.” I conceded. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“Do you feel any different about sex than you did the other day?” He asked. “Or, are you still having doubts about yourself?”

“Well, I feel better, that’s for sure.” I answered. “I’ve still got some reservations about my sexual abilities though.”

“Maybe we just need to fine tune them.” Cody suggested with a slight laugh.

“You’ve already done enough.” I asserted, slapping him on the tummy. “But, I’ll keep your offer in mind.”

About 4:30, I slipped out of bed without awakening the cowboy. Getting dressed, I hurried back to the house to grab a shower and change clothes. Checking on my grandfather, I found him sleeping soundly. I didn’t want him to know I’d spent the night with his ranch foreman. He’d never understand or forgive me.

At breakfast, J.D. announced his decision to the ranch-hands about my taking over the Lazy K. I expected to get looks of surprise, maybe even a sign or two of disapproval but the men seem to take it stride without asking a single question. Then again, maybe they were just too busy eating to ask my grandfather about his decision.

During breakfast, Cody kept trying to get my attention but I purposely avoided eye contact with him, knowing full well what he had on his mind.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” I asked, as my grandfather and I stepped into his office.

“I’m gonna grab my checkbook and head over to Pueblo.” samsun escort J.D. answered. “You might want to go over the database on the ranch assets and update it. It’s been awhile since I’ve worked on it.”

“By the way, don’t make any plans for tomorrow.” He added. “We’ve got a 10:00 appointment with my attorney to get the power of attorney taken care of.”

With just myself and Juanita in the house, it seemed awfully quiet. Reviewing the ranch’s asset database, it took me awhile to figure out my grandfather’s filing system. He always did things his own way instead of using conventional practices. Verifying the assets still existed would involve doing a physical inventory. For that, I’d probably need one of the ranch-hands assistance, maybe Cody’s.

“Better not use Cody.” I thought, smirking. “He’ll just want to take inventory of me and we’d never get anything done.”

I worked on the database most of the day, running a printout of the resorted document. Putting my feet up on my grandfather’s desk, I scanned over the papers till my eyes grew tired. I was still having some problems with my left eye, today more than usual. I closed my eyes to catch a short nap.

“Hey! That’s not very businesslike!” My grandfather exclaimed, awakening me from my catnap.

“You’d never catch me asleep on the job with my feet propped up.” He added, grinning.

“Oh…..a….. I was just resting my eyes.” I stated.

“I’ve been going over the asset database.” I continued. “I changed the form a little so it’d be easier to understand. You wanna take a look at it?”

“Nope.” J.D. replied. “I don’t need to look at it. That’s your job.”

“By the way, I bought you a new buggy.” My grandfather asserted. “That old car of yours needs to be sitting in some high school kid’s driveway, not in mine.”

“I’ve had that car since I was in college!” I retorted. “I’m not about to get rid of it!”

“Well, park it down in the equipment building. Somewhere out of sight!” J.D. commanded. “It’s leaving a puddle of oil everywhere you park it. I won’t comment on all the rust and dings and dents.”

“So, what’d you buy?” I questioned. “Something sleek and fast?”

“Hardly.” My grandfather replied. “I bought you a new Suburban. Something functional and reliable. When the winter snows hit, you’ll need the four-wheel drive to get around.”

After dinner, I worked on my book. Although ideas were popping into my head left and right, thoughts of Cody had my nimble fingers stumbling over the keyboard. I kept looking out the picture window, hoping to see him.

“You lookin’ for Cody?” J.D. asked, looking away from the television.

“No! Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I be looking for him?”

“Michelle. I know you didn’t sleep in your own bed last night.” He responded. “It’s obvious, you slept somewhere.” I kept my mouth shut to avoid getting into an argument with my grandfather. Putting thoughts of Cody aside, I continued writing till almost midnight. My grandfather went to bed around 11:00, leaving me to work without his occasional interruptions.

The next morning, Cody sat across from me in the diningroom. The conversation amongst the ranch-hands was on the weather and impending storms forecast for the area. Cody kept nudging my foot with his, trying to get my attention. Kicking him with the point of my high-heel shoe finally discouraged him.

J.D. and I left the ranch around 8:30 for our drive to Pueblo. Dressed in a beige business suit, which had a shorter than usual skirt, I met my grandfather’s approval. He’d purchased a white western style hat for me to wear. Although I seldom wore anything on my head, I put it on. It complimented my ensemble perfectly.

“Now you look like a rancher!” J.D. exclaimed. “And, not so much like a city slicker.”

Driving the two-lane highway towards Pueblo, I relaxed behind the wheel of the new Suburban. The soft leather interior felt very luxurious compared to the faded and worn velour interior of my old Camaro.

“Whatta ya think of it?” My grandfather asked. “She’s quite a truck, huh?”

“Yes, it’s really nice.” I answered with a big smile. “It handles like a dream. Practically drives itself.”

“Don’t let the power get away from ya.” He warned. “I got her so you could pull the horse trailers when you need to.”

“Why would I ever need to pull a horse trailer?” I questioned. “You’ve got trucks to do that.”

“I’d like to see you expand our horse business.” J.D. replied. “It’s something I never got around to. But, that’s up to you.”

“I’ll think about it.” I stated. “I’ll discuss it with Cody.”

“Keep your clothes on when you do.” My grandfather jested with a smile. “You’ll get more done that way.”

Obviously, my grandfather knew there was something going on between Cody and me. I couldn’t very well discuss my sexual problems with him but I felt he was broad-minded enough to realize I had physical needs that justified my actions.

Arriving at my grandfather’s attorney, we were ushered into his office without waiting. Thornton Smith, a gentleman in his late fifties, was dressed in a tailored suit. He didn’t mince words, getting right down to business. He wanted to make sure I understand the limitless powers I would share with my grandfather. I sat quietly, not interrupting with questions.

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It gradually crept into his consciousness. He wasn’t sure at first if he was half-dreaming or half-awake. Almost imperceptible, it was just a faint tickle. But slowly he became aware of the unmistakable friction of two hard nubs sliding along his back, lightly scratching him.

Intermittently he noticed the soft pressure of warm flesh gently pushing into him next to the nubs. It soon dawned on him what was causing the sensation. Two breasts were teasingly and deliciously rubbing against him.

And then it became very clear. Alan felt the soft breath of a woman in his ear and hands reaching along his side and hips. He recognized them as Amy’s. His arousal was sudden and powerful as Amy’s hands reached around and caressed his stomach and chest. One hand drifted lower and settled just above his pubic hair.

The resulting erection was immediate. Alan became rock hard, his cock swollen thick with excitement. He could feel the moist breath from Amy on his neck and her stiff nipples on his back and it inflamed him further.

Her hands continued to explore his torso, enjoying the feel of his hard abs and muscular chest. Teasingly, Amy let her hands drop lower and caress the front of his thighs, and then the inner fold between his legs. She touched all around but was careful not to touch the parts he wanted her to touch the most. His full erection ached for those fingers to fondle him, to wrap around his shaft and stroke him.

Alan’s breathing became heavy and deliberate. He began to squirm and thrust his hips forward, but his throbbing cock found nothing but air. After several agonizing minutes, he finally felt Amy relent and wrap both fists around his stiffness. By this time his cock head was leaking pre-cum and he was panting with frustration.

She began to stroke him forcefully using the pre-cum for lubrication. Alan unconsciously moved his hips in tempo with Amy’s pumping action. The sensual eroticism of the act completely overtook him.

“Oh my God, this is so incredible,” Alan thought to himself. “Everything feels so perfect, just the way…”

The buzzing from the alarm clock was jarring. Berrk… berrk… berrk… berrk…

“Huh?”

Alan pried opened his eyes and angrily slapped at the alarm to shut it off.

“Oh shit, why does the alarm have to go off now, right when I’m in the middle of such a hot dream?”

Frustrated and disappointed knowing that he couldn’t return to his dream and finish, Alan flopped back onto the bed. Lying on his back, his raging cock sloped upward creating a tent in the sheet. He felt so outrageously horny.

He closed his eyes and tried to recreate the scene in the dream. Amy behind him, her hard nipples and soft breasts rubbing along his back. Her warm, moist breath on his neck and in his ear. Her fists pumping his rock hard manhood slick with pre-cum. Mmmm… so good.

He began to thrust his cock into the sheet in tempo with the memory from his dream. Although lightweight, the sheet provided just enough friction to stimulate his cock head.

Alan began to think more about Amy. He loved looking at her sexy body; nicely shaped breasts crowned with large, dark, slightly upturned nipples, tight abs that showed a few ripples of definition, her lean waist flaring out into shapely hips, the folds of her beautiful cunt. And the smell of her sex when she became aroused was absolutely intoxicating.

The past couple of months had been incredible. Ever since he had taken a chance during Amy’s first massage and touched her erotically his world had changed. Although tempted, he had never done anything like that before with a client. There was just something about her mersin escort that made him do it. The sexual chemistry between them was overpowering; so overpowering that he had been willing to risk his license by crossing the line.

Memories of their massage sessions flashed through his head. She had scheduled another session right away and had come back several times after that. He always made sure to give her a great massage before torturing her with some prolonged teasing and eventually getting around to massaging her most important areas.

She loved being bound to the table spread eagle and teased relentlessly, her arousal worked up to a frenzy before begging to be brought to an orgasm, or two, …or three. He was happy to oblige. With his fingers, tongue, cock, or vibrator. But especially his cock.

Alan licked his fingers, reached under the sheet and rubbed the saliva all around his swollen cock head. He spread the slipperiness down his shaft covering it completely. He made a fist and slid his erection into his hand. The saliva worked its way down the shaft more fully and soon he was thrusting rhythmically into the makeshift fuckhole he had formed. But in his mind it was Amy’s warm mouth.

He flashed back to one particularly hot session where Amy was tied down to the table, helpless. He had been teasing her for a long time, several times nearly bringing her to orgasm, but not quite; oily hands stroking her entire body, mouth sucking her breasts, tongue flicking her erect nipples, stiff cock rubbing back and forth against her swollen clit, vibrator penetrating her wet pussy, and feather light finger tips teasing her everywhere. She was delirious with lust and the sound, sight and smell of that lust in turn had triggered his arousal to an extraordinary level. As a result he had one of the hardest erections of his life. Feeling the extreme need to cum, he told her that she couldn’t cum until after he did. He went to the head of the table and she turned her head and took him into her mouth sucking voraciously.

Alan relived the moment, stroking his cock, fantasizing that he was fucking Amy’s soft mouth just the way he had done that day. He could still see her and smell her and taste her as she writhed on the table, frantic to satisfy him so that she in turn could be satisfied.

Then he remembered another time when he had finished her off but still had his own cock that needed to cum. He had laid down on the table face up and she had lovingly leaned over and allowed him to tit fuck her.

Alan fantasized his cock sliding between her tits as he continued to pump hard with his fist. With his other hand he caressed his torso enjoying the feeling of his strong chest and hard abs. He could still see her excited nipples and her face smiling down at him. He could still feel the soft flesh of her breasts engulf him as she squeezed them together to make a tight hole for him to fuck.

Ummph, ummph, ummph. Alan threw the sheet off and began to fist himself in earnest. Flashbacks of his multiple encounters with Amy raced through his head.

Ummph, ummph, ummph. Fucking her tits. Fucking her soft mouth. Pounding her hot dripping pussy.

“OHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Alan moaned loudly and threw his head back, his cock exploding, shooting white cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock and balls spasmed 4 or 5 times as pure pleasure surged through his entire body.

A few moments later, and with great relief he lay back and relaxed, his cock softening in his cum covered hand. He glanced over at the clock. 8:39am.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna be late!” Alan thought as he jumped out muğla escort of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom.

Amy awoke feeling well rested. It was about 15 minutes before her alarm was due to go off. She turned and shut it off so it wouldn’t make a racket, then lay back to relax for a moment and gather her thoughts.

She was aware that she had been dreaming. Nice dreams. Sexy dreams. Dreams where Alan did amazing things with her. Dreams where he fulfilled her sexual needs in the most perfect way. They were her dreams after all, so of course it was all perfect.

The past few weeks had been amazing. She found herself in a state either anticipating her next massage appointment, or reveling in the sensations during or just after the actual session. A whole new world of erotic sensuality had opened for her and she felt giddy and alive. She was even winning nearly all of her tennis matches and her opponents had commented on her recent “spark”.

It had been a difficult couple of years. The divorce had left her broken, hurt, and isolated. Her ex-husband had taken with a younger woman and that had made her feel washed up and obsolete. It didn’t help that the “other woman” looked like a younger version of herself.

“What a cliche my life has turned into,” she had thought.

But now, here was this gorgeous, sexy man making her feel like the most important thing in the world. Giving her deep sexual healing and revealing states of ecstasy that she didn’t even knew existed. But most importantly, he made her feel desirable and desired.

Amy’s thoughts drifted to the previous massage session when Alan had truly desired her. She felt it in the way he touched her and of course when he stripped off his shorts his thick full erection left no doubt.

He had started with a regular deep relaxing massage as usual. Then as things progressed his touch turned lighter and his fingers teasingly probed places that would normally be off limits; the innermost parts between her thighs, the edges around her areola, a stray finger sliding over her anus. She remembered being highly aroused.

“Would you tie me up again?”

The words came out of her mouth before she even realized what she had asked. Slightly embarrassed, she remembered how her face had blushed.

“Sure,” Alan had said smiling.

He proceeded to spread her arms over her head and bind her wrists to the table legs. Then at the foot of the table he had forcefully spread her legs apart securing her ankles as well. Spread eagle, she remembered feeling open and vulnerable, but also open to the pleasures she knew he would soon administer.

Amy slid her hands under the blanket and felt her own body. Her hands reached up and cupped her breasts, then slid down her body and stroked the warm flesh of her stomach and inner thighs. Her fingers explored her moist labia and swollen clit hood.

She spread her legs and raised both hands over her head to capture the sensation of being tied. Sucking in a deep breath she exhaled enjoying the familiar feeling. Alan’s oily hands had roamed all over her body, sometimes pausing to give one area a little extra attention, but then moving on to other parts eager for similar attention.

Keeping her legs spread and one hand above her head, she took her free hand and simulated what Alan had done to her. Light teasing fingertips everywhere. Pinching and rolling her stiff nipples. Feather light nudges all around her pussy, but not quite touching directly.

Amy sighed soft moans as she imagined her hand was Alan’s. He/she continued to tease her body for several minutes, eventually caressing nevşehir escort the lips of her pussy, and then drawing her fingers into her wet vagina, stimulating her G spot. Her thumb found her swelling clitoris and she rubbed it in earnest. In her mind she remained tied up as “Alan” used her body as he pleased.

The words he had spoken next still rung in her ears.

“I need to get out of these shorts so my cock can enjoy your body,” Alan had said, an urgency in his voice.

The mental image of him stripping off his shirt and then slowly pulling down his shorts was clear in her mind. She could still see his lean muscular upper body and large erection jutting out from below. He had grabbed his cock and deliberately rubbed it a few times before stepping closer to the table. She had reacted by turning her head toward him and opening her mouth, inviting his cock to be sucked. She remembered the desire she had felt to have that cock in her mouth, his hardness proof that he desired her in return.

Amy reached over into her nightstand and pulled out a realistic looking dildo. Taking the dildo into her mouth she relived the sensation as Alan had slid his eager cock into her waiting mouth. She felt his penis stiffen and grow even larger as she sucked and tongued it. Still fantasizing that she was bound spread eagle she could feel her pussy becoming quite wet.

“Fuck me! Alan, please fuck me!” Amy had begged. “I need you to fuck me!”

Alan had responded by climbing onto the table and hanging his pulsing cock over her wet hole. Grabbing his penis with one hand he had used the tip as a tool to rub all over her pussy. He made a point of stimulating her clit by rubbing it directly with his cock head using a small circular motion.

Amy took the dildo and simulated what Alan had done. She positioned the dildo head on her clit and rubbed it around and around. Her breathing became irregular and she made soft moaning sounds. The stimulation was exquisite and her pussy was soon gushing. She recalled how Alan had worked on her clit and pussy until she was out of her mind with desire. Being bound to the table and helpless to control any of the action felt so naughty. She yearned for penetration.

Apparently Alan did too. A few seconds later he repositioned himself and slowly pushed his erect cock into her sopping vagina.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhh,” Amy slowly inserted the dildo into her pussy just as Alan had done with his cock.

Being fucked while restrained felt wonderful. She slid the dildo in and out pumping her pussy while fantasizing it was Alan. Her hips began to buck in concert with the pumping action. He had reached down with one hand and placed his thumb on her clit and massaged it while he continued to thrust into her. Amy did the same, furiously rubbing with one hand while continuing to pump the dildo with the other.

Amy came multiple times. Two large orgasms with a few smaller ones in between. As the last large one faded, she paused to catch her breath.

“Mmmmm… that was sooo good,” Amy exhaled.

She recovered a few minutes later, and her thoughts wandered to her upcoming massage appointment on Thursday. A flash of inspiration sparked in her mind and she grinned a devious smile.

“He’s not going to know what hit him,” she realized giggling to herself.

Her focus switched to the top right drawer of her dresser where she kept her sexiest lingerie. Soon after the divorce she had given herself the gift of a lacy, see-through black bra and panty set in an attempt to make herself feel sexy again. When she tried it on it did make her look and feel sexy. Not much was left to the imagination as her dark nipples could easily be seen though the sheer fabric. Likewise, her pussy lips were very noticeable through the triangle patch of the panties. But she hadn’t really had a reason to wear them… until now.

Glancing at the clock it read 8:43am.

“Oh crap, I’ve got to get moving!”

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Amateur

I went out with some of the folk at the agency I work for this evening and we went into town. Specifically, to a little restaurant that I like – and I like it because of a certain waitress who works there. She & I have a bit of history, namely that we met in a pub one night, got talking, she’d just broken up with her boyfriend and wanted some rebound sex and hey, I never turn down an opportunity. But that night, as great as it was, is another memoir altogether.

Let’s just say that she was fucking gorgeous. Medium height, good toned body, nice full natural tits and a great arse and really good legs and feet. She always smelled nice, always tasted nice and she gave me one of the best handjobs I’ve ever had. Brunette too, which is how I tend to like my one-night-stand-kinda ladies, if that makes sense (P is a blonde).

She was on tonight, much to my relief and her face lit up when I went into the restaurant. She kept smiling at me, as my colleagues and I pored over the menu and she did that wonderful, sexy thing that women do – she kept biting her lip. And I knew enough about her, to know that she was horny.

When it was time to order the drinks, I offered to go to the bar and she came over.

“How are you?” I asked, “doing okay?”

“Single,” she said, “how about you?”

“On and off,” I said. “Off currently though.”

She smiled and bit her lip again. I was getting hard just watching her.

“At kütahya escort the top of the stairs is a door marked ‘staff’, it’s our bog. Go upstairs in five minutes, I’ll be there.”

“You’re on,” I said.

I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door was locked, so I knocked.

“Morg?”

“It’s me,” I said and she opened the door.

She was standing in front of one of the sinks, wiping between her legs with a piece of tissue. “Give your tackle a quick swill,” she said, “then into the cubicle.”

I did as I was told, then went into the cubicle. She had undone her blouse and popped her tits out of her bra and I couldn’t resist giving them a squeeze and thumbing the nipples. That made her groan, which just made my cock even harder! She was wearing stockings and a small black skirt – her stockings were hold-ups, which was fine, her skirt was around her waist like a belt and she’d already got rid of her panties. Her juicy cunt, speckles of water in the fine, dark fuzz that surrounded it.

“Pull your trousers down and sit on the bog,” she said and I did, whistling gently when I pulled my boxers down and my cock sprang to attention. “Fuck, I’d forgotten how good that looked.”

“If my cock looks anything as good as your entire fucking body does to me, I’d be more than happy.”

She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled manisa escort her leg up and settled one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her cunt starting to gape right in front of my eyes.

“Pussy needs attention,” she said, almost purring and I didn’t need asking twice.

I love licking cunt, or pussy, or muff, or whatever you want to call it. I love licking the lips, soaking them with spit, then prying deep with my tongue, making it hard like a little prick or solid and flat, to cover as much ground as possible. I tend to leave the clit sucking until later, to try and get the ladies into a froth before I touch the magic button.

“Harder,” she said, “I haven’t got much time. Suck on my clit.”

“How long have we got?”

She reached down, grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. “My break finishes in about ten minutes.”

“Fuck it,” I said, my lips directly over her cunt, my nose pressed against her clit. She groaned, gripped my cock harder. I kept licking, as if my life depended on it, then she moved and put her feet on the pipe boxes to either side of the bog, hotching forward.

“Wait,” she said and turned around, showing me her arse, then tilting forward. “Hold my waist.”

I did and, fearlessly, she leaned right forward and as I began to lick her cunt once more, she sucked my cock into her mouth, her tongue playing around mardin escort the head. She bobbed up and down, literally fucking me with her mouth, her arse shaking as my tongue skills began to hit the spot.

She let go of my cock, stuffed her hand in her mouth and let out an almighty groan. Her pussy muscles began to contract and I could feel warmth and heat in my mouth. I moved her forward, her legs moving sluggishly and then she was on her feet, her eyes a bit dreamy, smiling at me.

“Fucking brilliant, Morg,” she said, “now stand up.”

We swapped places and she began to suck me off straight away, gripping my arse tightly with her left hand and pulling me closer to her. With her right hand, she began to play with my balls and then she delivered her piece de resistance – she started to suck just the head of my cock, using her spit as lube to give me a handjob at the same time.

It was over in less than a minute. I warned her I was coming, but she kept sucking and swallowed it all down.

“Fuck,” I said, “that was great.”

“Yeah, it was. Thanks, Morg.”

“Hey, no problem,” I said and we got cleaned up and dressed without an ounce of uncomfortable feeling and went back downstairs. The people from my agency said they’d been worried about me, that if someone goes to the loo for that length of time, it’s only for one thing.

Nah, I thought, it could be for something else altogether.

I saw her as we left and she came over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Morg,” she said and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Merry Christmas,” I said back – I wanted to thank her for the brilliant present she’d just given me, but I didn’t quite know how to.

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“Damn it!” I nearly fall on my ass as I stumble into a pothole. Why do I insist on wearing such high heels when I go out? I lift my foot out of the pothole, my ankle pulsing.

“Shit, my foot’s all wet.” It’s raining again. It always rains here. I dig into the bottom of my snake embossed clutch, scrounging for one last cigarette. As I shuffle through the contents of my evening bag my fingers begin to recognize the shapes, the smooth cylinder of my lipstick case, the rounded metal of the loose change swimming at the bottom. I hear a package of mints rattling furiously as I rip through my purse in desperate need of that cigarette. My hand stops for a moment as I discover a string of condoms inside, about five according to my quick estimate. How many men was I planning to fuck tonight?

“Ah, thank God, I found it.” My emergency smoke, I always take the first cigarette from the pack, and hide it away for just such a situation. I place the cigarette between my lips and scan the city around me. The streets look like liquid tar from the constant drizzle. The neon sign from the sex shop across the street casts an orange glow into the air. I light my smoke and take a hard drag. The sweet toxins fill my lungs. It burns a little and I feel alive again.

As I toss my head back and blow smoke into the air, I read the sign above the darkened door in front of me. “Hung Wae Low”, the most notorious bar in the city, as famous for it’s stiff drinks as it is for it’s mafia associations. The hipsters started frequenting the place for the irony of the name and the bad Chinese food. Even I couldn’t help but snicker a little as I gazed at the sign. But. I’m here for the stiff drinks and a good fuck. At least the drink is a sure thing.

I take one last drag from my cigarette before squashing it under my stiletto. I lift and press my breasts together. I’m not exactly blessed in that department, but thank God for pushup bras. I tug and smooth the wrinkles of my green tube dress across my tight waist. I work hard six days a week in the gym for this stomach and I’m proud to show it off. I tug the dress a little more across my backside. Men like my ass; it’s round, full and strong. I toss my long wavy, brown hair and wet my lips. I’m ready for action.

As I turn the doorknob, I’m hot to make a first impression. I pull the door towards me and my eyes adjust quickly to the darkness. As I shut the door, I gaze up the stairwell leading to the bar. It’s a steep incline with a narrow passage. The outlying walls are thick with blackness, but through the shadows I can see a handrail. The air is scented with a spicy perfume of tobacco. I’m hypnotized by the fog of smoke rolling toward me, and I wonder how many drunks have cracked their heads open while stumbling down these stairs at the end of the night.

I begin to make my way up the staircase and I hear a low hum of music and laughter. It grows louder and clearer with each step. I tell myself to be careful, I don’t need a repeat of the night’s previous fall. Finally I reach the landing at the top of the stairs. It’s quite a climb even for someone as fit as me.

I recognize the song on the jukebox. It’s Johnny Cash, “Cry, Cry, Cry”. Seems appropriate considering my luck in love lately. As I scan the bars patrons, I try to guess who picked the song, it’s a game I like to play sometimes. At the bar sits an older man with a tight, clean, gray beard. He wears a plaid shirt with mother of pearl buttons and his hair is fixed in a pompadour style, thick with styling wax. He drinks Old Grand Dad straight. I don’t know his name, but I see him here a lot. He’s here when I arrive and here when I leave. He never says a word, just smokes his cigarettes and sucks down glass after glass of whiskey. Sometimes he lets out a snort of a chuckle, what he’s laughing at I don’t know, perhaps his personal thoughts. Maybe he chose the song, but tonight I don’t think so.

My eyes zero in on the group of hipsters crowded into the back corner booth next to the pool table. They’ve got a game of sloppy nine ball going. They’re playing for quarters, but they act like sharks. The truth is they’re too drunk to give anyone a run for their money. I’ll bet they chose the song. Hipsters love Johnny Cash. Not that I mind, I can recall many a night of knockin’ back a few shots while listening to him tell his stories.

As I make my way to the bar my eyes wander about the rest of the room. Other than the kids, the old man and myself, the place is empty. I approach the bar and my favorite bartender greets me.

“How’s it goin’ tonight Trudi?” I’ve asked her this question a hundred different times; the answer is always the same.

“We had a ruckus in here earlier. Mike had to throw some drunks out on their asses, couldn’t hold their liquor. Them kids in the corner are what’s left of ’em.” Her voice is raspy and rough, like she’s two kuşadası escort smokes away from a tracheotomy.

“Thanks for the head’s up, I’ll be sure to steer clear of them.” I tell her with an empathetic tone.

“What ya drinkin’ honey, a cosmo?” She barks.

“No, not tonight. Makers on the rocks.”

“You got it.” She grins at me with a snaggle-toothed smile. Tudi is like one of those women who spends most of her life serving up slop to truckers, tough as nails with a pinch of sugar. She’s strong enough to kick out the riff raff but sweet enough to keep the regulars comin’ back. I guess you’d have to be working here. Trudi brings back my drink, and I hand her the last bit of cash from my purse. I tell her to keep the change. It works out to be a three-dollar tip, way more than the standard for a drink. She works night after night in this hellhole; I figure she deserves something for her troubles.

“Thanks honey!” She chuckles a little as she slide down to the other end to finish her side work. I cozy up to the bar and take a seat adjacent to the old man. I glance over just in time to see him nod his head towards me. I nod back with a half-witted smile and quickly turn back to my whiskey. As I lift the glass and take a swig, I begin to think my chances of getting laid tonight are out of the question.

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, a dim match flame catches my attention. I turn to look and observe a shadowy figure of a man sitting alone in the corner booth. I squint my eyes as I struggle to see any detail. He lights his cigarette and takes a drag. The glowing embers expose the details of his form. He’s dressed in a black long-sleeved t-shirt tight enough to reveal the strength of his upper body. The sleeves are pushed up slightly, revealing the colorful tattoos scrawled across his forearms. His hair is dark and neatly groomed with well kept sideburns. They extend to his jaw line, accenting his sharp features. His face is thin with well-defined bone structure. His eyes are dark; yet seem to flash a little.

As he blows the smoke from his lungs, his eyes stay fixed upon me with intent. He leans into his gaze and takes another drag. My stomach jumps into my throat as I wonder what he wants. His eyes never leave me. He smashes his cigarette in the ashtray and stands to cross the barroom floor. He’s headed straight towards me.

“Oh God, here he comes!” I fumble in my seat trying to over-come my nerves. As he approaches I take a big gulp of my whiskey, hoping it will calm me. He slides into the seat next to me; I keep my gaze forward and pretend not to notice him. I feel his eyes less than six inches from my body fixed like a laser beam. I can’t resist any longer. I turn to acknowledge him. As I face him, his hand is already extended with an open pack of cigarettes.

“You look like you could use one of these.” His voice is like gravel.

“Actually, I could, I smoked my last one just before I came in here.” I’m feeling more confident as I place the cigarette between my lips. He strikes a match and leans dangerously close to light my smoke. As I puff away, I gaze up at him with a schoolgirl come-hither stare.

What are ya drinkin’?”He gruffs.

“Whiskey.” My voice is raspy from the smoke. My boy motions to Trudi to bring me another round.

“What about you?” I inquire.

“What about me?” He lights another cigarette.

“What are you drinking?”

“I never drink.”

“Interesting you should come here.”

“I come here to think sometimes.”

“Really!” I reply, a little taken back. “I’ve never seen you here before.” He smiles as he blows smoke into the air.

“I see you here all the time.” His statement shocks me as I swallow the lump in my throat. I wonder to myself how many times has he seen me here; once, three times, all the time? I’ve spent many nights here so drunk I could barely make the six block walk back to my apartment. Had he seen me like that too? I try to hide my embarrassment as I flip my hair across my shoulder and think of something witty to say.

“So are you stalking me?”

“What if I was?”

“Well that explains all those late night, heavy breathing phone calls.”

“Yeah, I stand at the phone booth across the street from your apartment and wait for the light to go off.”

“Seriously, if you’ve seen me here before, why wait until now to come talk to me?”

“You always seemed a bit preoccupied.” He smugly motions to my whiskey. I want to be offended but how can I, he is right. I’m restless and have to get up. I grab my drink and chug what’s left. As I slam the glass down on the bar, I stand to excuse myself.

“Well, nice chatting’ with ya.” I wink before I begin to walk away.

“What’s the matter baby, did I say something wrong?” His voice is confident, yet smug. The trouble kocaeli escort is, he says everything right. It doesn’t matter what words come out of his mouth. His look, his voice, and the way he invades my personal space, even the smell of his after-shave makes my clit throb.

I walk across the bar toward the restrooms. I flip my hair to look back and I flash a half smile with bedroom eyes. I turn the corner to head down the hall and stop to catch my breath. My heart is racing. I haven’t felt this excited about a man in months. It’s not just his appearance, but mostly the way he looks at me. I see the intent behind his eyes. I imagine him getting me alone and taking me however he pleases. The idea of his strong hands grabbing at my body makes my panties wet.

I tug at my dress and gather my thoughts as I swing open the door to the ladies room. I squint my eyes and look to see if anyone else is there. The room is clean and brightly lit in contrast to the dark bar. I guess the owners didn’t want their patrons falling into puddles of urine during their drunken stupor. The door closes and I head straight for the sink. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and ponder the possibilities with my boy. I close my eyes and picture his face buried in my cunt. I can almost feel his tongue pressed against my hot flesh.

My excitement for him overwhelms me. I press my body hard against the edge of the sink as I try to catch my breath. I have to get this man into my bed tonight, but how? He likes to play games and he plays them well. Which game will get him to fuck me? I fluff my hair and put my game face on as I head for the bathroom door. For the first time in a long time I have no idea what will happen next.

I open the door and there he is, leaning into the wall, one foot up against it, cigarette in his mouth. I’m startled by his presence, but quickly calmed by his flashing eyes.

“What are you doing?” My tone is slightly annoyed as I continue our little game.

“Waiting for you.” The smoke escapes his mouth like a drifting fog as he speaks.

“Oh really, I figured you would have grown tired of me and left by now.” He takes another drag and holds it in his lungs as he walks over to me. I lean back against the wall as he approaches. He puts a hand on the wall above my head and the other just next to my hip. Damn it; he’s got me trapped. I squirm slightly as he once more leans in dangerously close. Without a word he stares into my eyes, and I’m instantly settled. He turns his head to blow out the smoke. Turning back, he leans in closer and flashes a half smile.

“I’m not done with you yet.” My heart races like a schoolgirl playing spin the bottle for the first time. But I know what happens next.

“Come here, I wanna show you something.” He takes my hand. His touch is smooth and gentle. He leads me to the men’s restroom. Slowly pushing on the door, he looks back for my approval. My demeanor is submissive and I say nothing. I give him a nod and we stumble our way inside. It’s just as clean and bright as the ladies room, the only difference is the urinal located just outside the stall.

The door swings shut behind us. My boy whips around and he’s quick to spring into action. In a flash, I feel the force of his body pressing against mine as he maneuvers me against the wall. With one hand he holds my arms above my head while he explores my body with the other. His touch is fierce, like a man who knows what he wants. Yet, somehow he’s gentle at the same time. My mind is at ease as I feel his warm breath across the nape of my neck. I close my eyes and explore my body through his touch. His hand travels across my hip, and I’m reminded of how many men tell me what a nice ass I have. His hand hesitates as it travels toward my backside.

“Go ahead, grab it!” I demand, half out of breath. He grabs a good piece and squeezes hard and slow as he breathes in. He holds it for a moment then releases my cheek, rubbing it slightly before his hand continues its journey. My boy slowly slides his hand down my legs and begins tugging at my dress. I feel like a teenager again, fucking around in the boy’s room after school. My blood pulses through my veins. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or him. He pushes my dress up past my hip and slides his hand between my thighs. I feel the heat of my body radiating against him. Staring straight into my eyes, he rubs the fabric of my panties against my clit. He presses his body firmly against mine as I throw my head back and release a muffled moan. Why hasn’t he kissed me yet? I crave his tongue inside my mouth as much as my pussy craves his cock. I desire for every inch of my body to be filled by him. He leans into me and I whisper in his ear.

“I want to feel your tongue in my mouth.”

“I’ve got something better for you.” He gently pulls my panties aside and slides konya escort his middle finger inside me. He rests his palm against my well-groomed bush as he slowly fucks me with his finger. I feel a rush of fluid in my cunt as he leans his body into mine with each stroke. God I want to shove my tongue down his throat more than ever, but he just stares into my eyes with the same intent as before. I grab him by the collar and draw him close.

“Wait” I’m being coy. “Now I wanna show you something.” He gladly steps aside as I make my way to the stall. I don’t bother to fix my dress; I want him to see the view as I walk away. I open the stall and flash a smile over my shoulder. I turn and take a seat on the toilet as he steps a little closer. I slide my panties down around my ankles and toss them in his face.

“Take it out.”

“What!”

“You heard me.” I’m still playing the game. I watch him slowly undo his zipper. I wet my lips in anticipation. He pulls his cock through the opening and gives it a slight tug. It swells with desire. I spread my legs and give him a show worth remembering. Opening my pussy lips, I imagine his dick entering me. My flesh pulses hard. I explore the outer edges of my cunt with my finger. The skin is smooth and hot. I hear my boy prowling outside the stall like a tiger ready to pounce. Through the corner of my eye, I flash him a sultry gaze as I tease the inside of my pussy with my fingertip. My cunt is so wet my finger slides in easily. I rub the juice of my sex along my soft pink lips. I know he wants me desperately, just as I want him. I close my eyes and toss my head back as I open myself to him even more.

Suddenly, he moves towards me, and I feel his hot breath against my neck. Opening my eyes, I see him towering above me. He leans in, stroking his hard cock inches from my face. I continue to finger myself, getting wetter by the second. I open my mouth and tease the tip of his dick with my tongue. The head is smooth and hot. A small taste of his sex drips into my mouth, making me desire him even more. I can barely contain my excitement as I shove my finger deep inside me in anticipation of his throbbing member. My boy slides down my body and presses the head of his cock against my soft lips. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me. My cunt is so wet, his cock slips right in. I gasp as he enters me. His hard cock stretches my lips with each thrust.

“Push it deep.” I moan as his body presses further into mine. Quickly, he rips himself from my clutches and I’m startled by his actions.

“Stand up and turn around.” He demands. I don’t question him. I grip the back of the commode with my hands and spread my legs wide in a strong stance. I can’t stand to be with out his cock one more second. My boy shoves it in hard and fast. I’ve never felt a cock harder than this. It pulses inside me with each push. He pulls it out just to the edge of my cunt, still playing his game.

“Do you want it?” he whispers in a low, gruff voice.

“Shove it back in!” I plead, out of breath. He grabs my hips and pulls me into his groin. I love how he feels inside me. My pussy lips gently squeeze his dick as he fills me again. His thrusts become harder and faster. I know he’s getting close. I feel the rhythm of his body and I circle my hips to match. He enters me deeper than ever. His fingers dig into my flesh as I throw my head back in ecstasy. Our breath moves quickly together and I know he’s ready to cum.

“Cum on my ass!” I shout. I don’t want to miss a moment. He pull’s it out and shoots his sex all over my backside. A little gets on my dress, but I don’t mind. It’s warm and satisfying against my flesh. He leans against my body, shaking as he catches his breath.

“I need a smoke.” He puts his cock back in his pants. “You want one?”

“No thanks, I’m good.” Still out of breath, I wipe off his mess and pull my dress back into place. As I stand to make my way to the sink, my boy grabs me and pulls me close.

“I have one more thing for you.” He draws me in close and our lips lock aggressively. His tongue slides into my mouth filling me one last time. As he pulls away, we gaze at one another with satisfaction. ” I’ll meet you outside, I need some air.”

“Sure.” I nod and smile. I know I’ll never see him again. I quickly pull myself together. I wash my hands and smirk at myself in the mirror. I got what I wanted. I timidly open the bathroom door and peek out to make sure no one sees. I walk down the hall in a daze and enter the main room of the bar. The hipsters are gone, the old man too. How long were we in there? No sign of my boy. Trudi comes around from the end of the bar, busy closing up.

“You headin’ home honey?” She pretends not to know what just happened and I play along.

“Yeah, I’m done for tonight.”

“See ya next time.” She waves me off.

“Sure thing Trudi.” I’ll never see her or the bar again. I make my way down the dark staircase, careful not to fall. As I open the door, I look side to side in the hopes of one last glimpse of my boy. He’s gone. Tugging at my dress, I take a step forward and think of my bed. What about tomorrow night?

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